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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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Hi can you a second part to the inappropriate skin reaction but with Mike, Norton, William, Ganji and Jose.

Mike, Norton, William, Ganji, Joseph, and Jose's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

i actually wanted to include joseph in the first one but i got lazy.

oh, and they only have that dominating persona when they have the accessory affecting them - lawless

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

Mike tossed a bomb up into the air before catching it with his other hand, a somewhat bored expression painted onto his face. He was teamed up with you but the acrobat didn't even know until he saw your name appear next to his on the floating status window.

The match was rather boring since he had nothing else to do other than decode—Murro, his "brother" has been keeping the hunter occupied. Mike sighed, chucking the bomb into his pocket carelessly, he desperately wishes for something more entertaining to happen.

He turns his head to face the direction of the hospital, jaw dropping when he sees you in very... scandalous clothing. A cheeky grin makes it's way onto his face as he walks over to his lovely S/O.

"Hey there, what's with the costume?" he inquires, tilting his head to the side. (Name) uses the handle of the whip to push Mike away, "Sweetie, as much as I want to spend more time with you, go decode, what's taking you so long?" they say, tone bordering annoyance despite being so sweet. Mike's grin faltered as they pushed past him, a dark look replacing the joy in his blue eyes, "What's with the sudden change, why are you being like this?" he mutters under his breath, eyes travelling over the spandex of your shorts, your fishnets and the snug corset around your waist.

a voyeur 100%, he loves showing you off

he hates the high heels, they make you taller than him

he isn't really a pervert but he still can't help staring

he loves knowing you're his and no one else can take you away from him

you're so mean though, he really wants to put you in your place

go ahead, order him around more, he'll make you pay after the match :)

he'll litter bites and marks all over your body, he doesn't like not having you marked up, especially with how revealing your clothing is

your attitude irritated him so when he found out it came with the skin—he felt a little less entitled to punishing you

he'd like to see you in clothing like that more—in private though

he'll make you apologise to him until he's satisfied

he doesn't mind the clothing, he does mind your attitude

tempt him enough and he'll take you right then and there, they can all watch if they want

he isn't letting you out of his sight the entire match, hunter be damned, he'll throw a bomb in their face if they try to approach

The sadistic glint in Mike's eyes contradicted the sweet smile on his face as he trailed the handle of the whip between their thighs. His other hand guided their shaking hands to the cipher in front of them. "Go on, decode, you don't want Martha to kite the entire match now do you?" he whispered from behind them, digging the heel knot into their most sensitive area.

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

Norton hums, walking away from a finished cipher machine with hands in his pockets. His cipher was the very first one to be finished, the others were nearly finished with theirs.

You however, were currently kiting. Just as he neared another cipher, his heartbeat picked up. He looked around cautiously only for his eyes to land on your figure. His eyes became as wide as saucers when he saw your figure clad in provocative clothing.

Snapping out of his dazed state, he threw a magnet at Disciple, repelling the hunter and successfully stunning her. He grabbed his S/O's hand, hastily pulling them away to a safer location—he didn't sense the odd air about them.

Instead of their usual gratitude, he was met with a domineering gaze. (Name) gave him a sickeningly sweet lopsided smile, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. "Good boy, now, go decode while I rescue Tracy," Norton reaches out to them as they turn away in their heels, lips parting in order to say something only for them to turn their head to him "No buts".

norton was really surprised by your behaviour

he thought you had just gotten more confident but even then, the outfit seemed a bit too uncharacteristic

doesn't like it when anyone else stares, he's so close to chucking magnets at them

he really wants to feel you up while you're wearing that

no, you are not topping him, he wants to shower you with his attention after the match

he wants those thighs around his head, especially with those fishnets on

are your ankles alright? those shoes look like they hurt

sticks to you if the situation allows it, he's a literal bodyguard if he gets to though

he squeezed your thighs and unlike your normal reaction, you smirked at him and placed his hand higher up

where did his shy darling go?

The prospector bites down gently on your inner thigh, watching you crumble as another orgasm hit you. He slurped up all your juices, enjoying the sight of you being back to your shy self. His hands are snug around your waist, forcing you down on his tongue once more.

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒

William makes his way to your chair, not wanting anyone else to rescue you. He approaches the rocket chair from behind, pulling you up into his arms before racing off into a more closed off area. The foreign feeling of fishnet on your legs confusing him.

He peers down at his S/O, their face red and a small pout on their lips. Arching an eyebrow, his eyes travel lower only to see their clothing. Unphased, he looks at their face once more.

They avoid his gaze, as he rubs the side of their thigh to console them. "What's wrong?" he asks, voice soft as he carries you over to a table in the abandoned hospital. "The accessory Miss Nightingale paired with this costume made me act weird, I was acting so odd in front of Joseph" they whisper, head hanging is they cover their face.

William chuckles, rubbing their back through the spandex. "He's a mature adult, I'm sure he doesn't care, now, let's get you patched up so we can finish this match" he reassures, placing a soft kiss on their temple.

he thought it wasn't bad, at least, until joseph came to him about it

they both asked the tailor about what she did

william told her not to do such a thing anymore, she may have done it to make you more confident but she has to ask you beforehand—consent matters people

he's an adult, don't expect him to be so flustered over his own lover's body—yes, you are attractive but his libido has a time and place

he fell for you because of your personality because he doesn't like falling for people based on their looks but goddamn, you sure are stunning in every way

he knows you're shy so he covers you up so no one else can see

you steered him away from where the whip laid on the ground, shaking your head repeatedly

he doesn't let you walk in those painful shoes, you're in his arms the entire time

he glares at everyone that tries to peek at you

he reassures you that you look lovely in everything, especially if you have problems with how you see yourself

he likes kissing your entire body and showering you in praise :)

"Don't hide your body, you're beautiful" he praises, gently trailing kisses down your neck until he reaches your twitching sex. His hands wrap around the bottom of your thighs, hoisting them over his shoulder as he laps and sucks on you, enjoying the pleasured mewls flowing out of your mouth.

𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐀

He found your behaviour odd as it was very uncharacteristic for you to have this air of superiority over you. You were a lot more flirtier than usual, it was as if you were a different person. Ganji didn't like that you were trying to make him submissive but he had to admit that you were unlike the people from that foreign land—instead of him hating it, he simply wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.

However, when you threw away the whip in your hand, you reverted back to normal. "G, ganji, i'm sorry!" they wailed out, jumping onto the man as they buried their head into his neck. Sincere apologies poured out of their mouth as tears rolled down their cheeks, an embarrassed and ashamed look painting their face.

Ganji patted their back gently, coming to the conclusion that the accessory was what caused you to act so weirdly. After you calmed down, he brought you near the gate so you both could wait for Luca to pop the last cipher.

"Why are you wearing," Ganji paused, onyx eyes staring into yours as he gestures towards your clothing. "I'm pretty sure Miss Nightingale is responsible for this" they responded after thinking about it for a while. Ganji nodded, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

he doesn't care about your clothes

he thought that it would be fairly easy to get cold in your clothing so he hugged you in order to keep you warm :)

he isn't every verbal about most things so he doesn't really say much

ganji doesn't like it when others stare at you, especially since he knows that even though he doesn't care about your clothing, others actually do

covers you up discreetly but despite his efforts to try and do it without you knowing, you find out either way

he's very possessive over you, you're the only person he holds dear to his heart after all

shot a cricket ball at vera because he saw her eyes linger on your ass

he's like a big scary guard dog

he prefers seeing you in your usual clothing

is awkward when he tries complimenting you

awkward quiet type x shy anxious type

puts you over his shoulder when he rescues you—the other survs get a good view of your ass so he tries covering your behind up only to fail

Ganji's grip tightened around their hips, grinding them back and forth on his leg. He nibbled on their shoulder, relishing in their pleas for him to do more. "Don't regret what you said" he mumbled against their neck, tying his bandanna around their wrists.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

Joseph stares down at them blankly, swiftly removing his coat before wrapping it around their shoulders. He eyes the whip on the back of their shorts, throwing it away before (Name) can utter a word.

"Chérie, did Miss Nightingale happen to tell you that she had a surprise for you?" the hunter asked, tone unamused. (Name) nods, blinking up at the hunter with wide eyes.

"Well then, let's get you back to the manor, I'll surrender we can get you out of that revealing costume and back into your clothes—or mine if you'd like" he said, smiling down at you as he raised one of your hands to his lips.

Shortly after surrendering, the photographer brought you into his room. "Stay here while I prepare some tea for us" Joseph said before disappearing into one of his many photos, leaving his S/O to smile fondly at his antics. "You never change do you Joseph?" they whisper, voice filled with glee.

he's a gentleman, that has and never will change

he frowns upon the idea of sexualising you because of your clothing

doesn't like indecent and revealing clothing

won't even let anyone see you in that type of clothing

he's worried that you'll catch a cold because of how thin the material is

of course, he thinks you look hot in it, you always look beautiful

he wishes to throw away those wretched high heels—how dare they hurt your feet

tells off miss nightingale when he gets the chance to, that woman can't just keep doing everything she wants to do

he threw the whip at miss nightingale

(Name) pulls the photographer towards them for a kiss, pulling him onto the hunter's bed. "Such a needy one you are" he murmured against their lips, sneaking his hand under the large shirt covering their frame. Joseph fondles their nipple, sucking on their tongue as he switches their positions.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍

"José! no! don't look" (Name) cried out, hiding behind a pallet. "What is it that's so bad about what you are wearing?" he complained, pulling you out from behind the pallet using his metal arm.

The first officer's eyes widen when he sees your clothing, "Ah, so that's why". (Name)'s face flushes even more, looking away from their lover.

José smiles, amused by his darling's behaviour. He pulls them into his arms, giving them a gentle hug. "Would you like to surrender? I don't mind surrendering just to make sure you're comfortable" he whispers into their ear.

(Name) nods, hugging the taller man back. José and his S/O surrender, hiding away in José's room for the rest of the day.

jose wondered if you were forced to wear the costume—turns out, you were... in a way

he's a gentleman

he doesn't care who you are, make his lover uncomfortable and he might just whack you

he only wishes to see you in such clothing in private

bullied joseph in a match because he was staring at you in your regular clothing, what do you think would happen if you were wearing that costume?

he's possessive as hell

only he gets to see you like that

blunt as hell with everything, will straight up tell you that you turn him on

The officer embraces his lover, humming into their hair. (Name)'s hand finds it's way under his shirt causing to José raise an eyebrow at them. "You want to play that way? fine then, don't regret your decision sweetheart" he says, sneaking his hand into your own clothes.

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sethmp3 · 5 months

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Just A Game?

a/n: also available in wattpad.

“For God’s sake please just play it–”

“Fine I will, just don't expect me to play it everyday.”

You sighed, admitting defeat. Your friend has been bickering as you work in your bakery. Something about a game she found in the app store. You continue to serve customers as she rants on how you should download the game.

“Finally, you know how many days it took to make you download the game? I mean can't you see how all the characters have a unique design and lore?! It's just like Dead by Daylight but less scary I guess?” They bickered, as they took a bite of some of the pastries you baked. Relishing the flavor.

“I love you and all. But can you not shout? My customers are starting to get disturbed by your loud demeanor.” You whispered in their ear, pointing a bit to the people who were staring at you. You muttered sorry to them and looked back at your friend.

“Ah right…Sorry. But still the game is so good! The skins are amazing and you can decorate your room here..!” They shove their phone at your face making you back away a bit. You see one character and a room that you're guessing your friend decorated. Making you a bit interested now.

‘Is it that good that I have to play it too?’ You wondered, chuckling a bit. You watch her show other characters and explain the game's mechanics and such. You clean your bakery while you listen to your friend. Humming a little song as you sweep the floor.

“Say…You should hear me out on the characters…I mean look at them!” They giggled, making you raise your eyebrow and look at them curiously. You scoffed at their comment and sighed.

“Do you really think I'm gonna hear you out? They’re puppets! I'm sure if you see them in real life you would not like them not one single bit.” You said, looking at her unamused. You finished sweeping the floor and put your broom and dustpan at the corner of your bakery.

They groaned, rolling their eyes at you. They grab the coffee they ordered and take a sip looking at you with a deadpan expression.

“You're still as boring as ever.”

“At least I'm not delusional and desperate.”

They rolled their eyes again as they finished their cup of coffee.

“Besides, you shouldn't worry about me not playing the game. You should worry that its your last days of college. You're also gonna have to go through finals week. Maybe you should study rather than playing Identity V.” You said taking their empty cup to wash. You look at them as they widen their eyes after realizing the finals are about to come, making you stifle a chuckle.

“Oh crap I forgot about that! And I haven't studied! I'm gonna have to make a review…unless…” They look at you with puppy eyes.

“Y/n, My friend, my love, the most attractive person i have ever met will you–”

“I'm not making you notes. I'm not even in college.” You sighed, looking at them with a stern look.

“Well it was worth a shot.” they mumbled, they grabbed their stuff and put them on their bag.

“Welp, I guess i won't be playing Identity V for a while.” They walked to the exit of your bakery. You follow them to wave goodbye.

“I'll be going now, I have to take notes and make a reviewer because you don't wanna make a reviewer for me you meanie.” they pouted, you rolled your eyes unamused.

“Yeah yeah… Bye bye now, I promise I'll play that game of yours once I close the shop.”

You get back at the back of the counter and continue to serve customers.

‘I wonder what's so good about that game..?’ you wonder to yourself as you hand out the last pastries and clean the place to close.

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After a few hours of cleaning the bakery, grabbing some disinfectant to clean the dirty tables and windows, while changing your menu up a bit to add tomorrow's special. Counting how much money you just earned for the day.

As you were counting the money, you saw a woman in the corner of your eye. Making you raise your eyebrows in confusion.

I clearly switched the sign to say closed. Did she not notice? You questioned yourself. You approached the lady with a tired smile.

“Dearly sorry ma’am, but the bakery’s closed..! Maybe you should come here tomorrow–” You said pointing at the sign where it clearly said closed. But the lady interrupted you, shushing you with a slam on the countertop. Making you flinch at the lady’s sudden demeanor.

“Do I look like I care? Come on, bake me some pastries! Unless the people who recommended this runned down of a bakery lied about this having customer satisfaction?” She said sternly, glaring at you like knives stabbing your body. She has rather long black hair, with a luxurious outfit that you always dreamt of having, she had many jewelry complimenting her pretty looks. You narrowed your eyes a bit at her, realizing that this woman probably has a high status or is born from a rich family.

You were quite bothered by the lady, wanting to kick her out from having the audacity to even barge in and order you around. You calmed down taking a deep breath, you looked at the lady with a calm demeanor.

“well ma’am, I guess I can take one more customer…what pastries would you like me to bake?” You said, faking a smile. You grabbed your notepad to write down the things she ordered. You look up and down at the lady to see if she was joking. She indeed was not.

“Bake me ten croissants, fifteen creampuffs and eight donuts that are in various flavors, make sure they're filled with your finest cream and fruits! Make sure they're not too big, not too small, not too bland, and not too flavorful! Also bake me a cake with three layers, butter cream and white fondue. Also deliver it to my house in five days!” She demanded, making you widen your eye in surprise.

“P-pardon?! I'm sorry but I just can't–” you tried to protest, but she interrupted you.

“You dare try to talk back to me?! Do you think I came here just to joke around? You better bake or else!” She shouted, slamming her hands on the counter, making you flinch.

“I'm sorry but I can't just bake that many pastries so suddenly! I might have to close off shop because of your order!” You explained, trying to resolve the conversation between you and the lady. You were sweating a bit from nervousness.

“Does it look like I care?! Do it or else ill make sure this bakery of yours will fail! I will make sure your career will end. Am I clear?” She threatened, her last sentence making you shiver.

You were speechless, you didn't know what to do. You don't want your bakery to fail because of not fulfilling such an absurd quest. Your family had this bakery for generations and you were not gonna mess up because of this lady. You were definitely not gonna let this woman humiliate you like that.

You sighed to keep yourself from not shouting.

“Alright then, here's my contact number so we can talk about it. Ill be sure to deliver these pastries in time. You said with a small smile, giving her a small slip of paper with your number.

“Hmmp, ill make sure of that! Now I will be going now. Do not disappoint me.” she walks away, and goes inside her car. You continued to smile until she left, and when she left you groaned.

“God this lady is annoying! This is infuriating. The next time she bosses me around I'm pulling her hair out” you mumbled angrily to yourself. You decide to make the dough before closing, you want to finish this as quickly as possible and go back to your happy life.

When you go back to your clean kitchen, you can still smell the scent of dough and baked pastries. Making you calm down a bit. You grab one of your bowls and decide to make the dough for croissants first. You grabbed some all purpose flour, some granulated sugar, fine sea salt, some cups of warm water, dry yeast, cold unsalted European-style butter you grabbed from the fridge, and some whole milk.

You decided to use your phone to play some music, your music playlist was rather random. You didn't have the time to organize them and you don't really mind if the songs went from sad to happy.

You first start to mix the dry ingredients, you set them aside and pour in warm water, yeast and a teaspoon of sugar and let it stand until foamy. You grabbed some butter and microwaved it on high until melted, you added the melted butter and milk to the yeast mixture. While the mixer was running at low speed. You gradually added the flour mixture to the yeast mixture. You beat the dough until it's smooth, elastic and tacky. You shaped it into a ball and flattened it slightly. You place the dough on a lightly floured large plate and wrap it tightly in plastic wrap. You shoved it in your refrigerator.

You stared at the notepad where you wrote the lady’s order. You sighed, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion.

“This is gonna make me go home at night…” you whined, you quickly grab other bowls to make the other doughs.

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You finally locked your bakery, putting the keys in your bag as you walk home to your house. You take a deep breath taking in the cold air.

Winter is finally coming, I'm gonna have to buy some food and drinks to keep me warm. you thought to yourself looking around at your familiar surroundings. You've been in this town ever since childhood, making you smile slightly from nostalgia.

You decided to help your friend with their exams, you were feeling guilty a bit from not helping them. You also decided to try out the game, she recommended you.

After some time, you finally reached your house. It was a normal house, nothing special about it. But you didn't care. You grabbed the keys and unlocked your home, you removed your outdoor shoes and put them on the shoe rack. You put on your slippers and turned on the lights. You went to your room and lay down on your bed. Laying down a bit more to take a rest.

After a few minutes, you grabbed your laptop and downloaded Identity V. As you wait for it to completely download, you decide to call your friend.

You hear a few beats until you see your friend making you smile.

“Hey..! Y/n! I'm telling you I hate this! Why the hell did I even choose pre-law?” your friend groaned, banging her desk on the head, making you laugh.\

“Hey you chose this path, you gotta finish it.” you said encouragingly, looking at her with a tired smile.

“Hey…you seem tired..? You alright? Was there an annoying customer?! I'll beat them up!” the said, straightening their back. You nod.

“Yep, some rich lady barged in my bakery and proceeded to make me bake so many pastries in five days.” you rolled your eyes at the thought while your friend frowned.

“Are you serious? Does she think you're a robot or something? Want me to help?” they said with worry.

“It's fine…besides I don't wanna burden you. You're already stressed about exams.” you said, reassuring them. They sighed at your remark.

“God, you never let me help. You're always like this.” they whined, making you chuckle

“Either way, want me to help you make your notes?” you questioned them, which they shook their head.

“It's fine! I already made one. I felt bad since you always make notes for me every semester.” They awkwardly chuckled.

“Wanna play Identity V?” they said, wiggling their eyebrows. You rolled your eyebrows.

“Alright alright…but dont i have to progress the story to even play with you?” you said tilting your head.

“Oh darn…you're right! Well, share your screen. I wanna help you. I'm a pro at this game!” they said proudly, making you look at her unimpressed.

“Alright alright” you share your screen, you play through the stories. Your friend guiding you on who the characters are while also making some off handed comments.

You were quite interested in the characters, you find them all to be unique and have some diverse looks. You had to admit they looked cool.

When you were done with the story. You and your friend decided to play a match together. With some stock knowledge you picked your most comfortable character and played with your friend. Least to say, you were decent at it. You've played games like this, preferably Dead By Daylight and Flee The Facility. You also realized what terrorshock is, your friend cackling when you were confused how you immediately got downed when you were vaulting a window.

Both of you were having fun, you played as hunter and you were getting destroyed by your friend. They kept stunning you, annoying you a bit, but you terrorshock them, making you laugh.

After a few hours you both decided to sleep. You closed your device and went to your bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face.

You lay down in your bed and sleep. Your eyelids slowly get heavy, succumbing you to sleep.

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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IDV request head canons on how Annie,Ganji,Victor, and Aesop would react to the death of a loved one

Hello there! Hope you enjoy and I'm very sorry for the long wait!

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of death, mentions of embalming, mentions of not eating

Story type: Angst, No comfort, Gender neutral reader.

Characters/Pairings: Aesop Carl, Victor Grantz, Anne Lester, Ganji Gupta.

Aesop

Aesop remains silent with a deadpan facial expression on, but inside, his heart is aching. He knew this could and would eventually happen, death eventually claims everyone. So why? Why does it hurt so much? Why is he in so much pain at this?

Would personally request to be the one to embalm the loved one. He wants to be one of the last people to be able to see them even in death, wants to be able to hold their hand one last time even with how cold it is. No matter if the loved one is family, significant other, or just someone very close to him.

In public, Aesop remains proper and seemingly unemotional to the person's death. But inside his heart aches with the duality of the numbness to death and the pain of losing someone important.

He can and will force his way through being the one to embalm you, no matter if he has to do unethical actions or not, he'll be the one to do it with 0 objections.

When it comes to the funeral he would definitely attend, but never show any emotion during the ceremony. He would only stare blanklessly at the coffin you're resting in. At the end of the ceremony though when he's all alone, the tears will start falling.

Anne

"..Oh... I-I see.." Anne would softly and silently mutter out. "Thank you for telling me, please.. give me a moment." Afterwards she would lock herself in her room and sob for hours on end. She already lost her mother, had her heart broken by her fiance, was betrayed by her father, and now she loses another person that was important to her.

She would close down her toy shop for a few days, sitting in the solitude of her home and refusing to go outside. The only thing keeping her almost breaking sanity from cracking was her toys.

She would spend hours upon hours talking to her toys, her voice shakey and breaking as she chatted with them. "They're not dead.. they're not dead.. they're not.." she would brokenly mutter, in complete denial of the situation.

Due to this, she also neglects her own health. Not eating due to her solitude with took a toll on both her mental and physical health.

It won't be until she feels like starving and feels absolutely physically horrible she comes out of her solitude for once and slowly starts recovering from the mental anguish she's gone through. Even though, she'll continued to mourn and long for you for the rest of her life.

Victor

With a smile plastered on victors face he would write responses to the person who shared the news with you. The written response seeming calm and composed along with the smile plastered on his face. After Victor thanks the person who send him the news and they leave, small muffled whimpers come from his stitched mouth and tears start to form In his eyes.

Due to his nature of working for the mafia as a postman and the one who makes sure communication between it is solid, he's constantly running from place to place. Your death, making it hard to have the energy to run everywhere and deliver letters and supplies.

His impulsiveness of opening and checking every letter or package he's meant to deliver gets worse after you passing, as he'll desperately search for someone who echos his pain in the letters.

Wick can sense victors sadness and pain the whole time, the pain constantly eating away at his owners heart. The dog will try it's best to comfort Victor but to no avail, it doesn't work.

The whole time, Victor continues putting up this facade of happiness with a forced stitched smile. Yet his eyes red and swollen from all the crying and sobbing.

Ganji

Having lived without much friends and most likely poverty in his younger years, a close friendship with Ganji is one he extremely values. When that gets taken away from him though, he's seething with pain and rage.

Though he's a hotshot cricket player and absolutely amazing at it, he feels his motivation to continue training and continue playing starting to slowly dwindle and disappear.

A flurry of mixed emotions keep him up at night as he just sits up in bed and stares aimlessly at the ceiling. Sometimes, going outside In the night and aimlessly hitting cricket balls into the darkness. not caring how many he loss track of.

Ganji most of the time doesn't show his emotions fully other then his anger. Refusing to let the tears that desperately needed to fall drop down from his eyes.

Ganji knows he can't give up on his dream though, death is inevitable and there's nothing you can do about those who have left you. He'll keep heavy memories of laughter, sadness, and pain in his heart as he walks along the path he's chosen.

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meowordeath · 2 months

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A/N: I love Identity V!! especially Eli Clark!! I attempt to make it as gender ambiguous as possible, besides one having the word boob just replace it with pec! i didn’t know a gender neutral term for boob, sorry! :3 btw I'm not sure if someone else has already done this!

Characters | Eli Clark , Ganji Gupta , Naib Subedar and the lovely lady Patricia Dorval

Content warning : fluff , reader with boobs but no specific pronoun, not too inappropriate, jack the ripper And Breaking wheel if those count?

Identity V characters reacting to their s/o clothes getting ripped! :3

Eli Clark

Before the match started Eli got to view your new costume. It looked very ninja like, the clothes were very skin tight. You two chatted while preparing for the match “Remember, just called out and I'll send brooke to your aid, okay?” He whispered to you laying his gloved hand atop yours. “I know, don't worry if I need you I’ll shout”

You smile before pecking him on the cheek. Brooke hoots happily, as Eli gives you one more loving look, before everyone's sight fades.

For first few minutes of the match you had been decoding. Feeling more relaxed as Luca shouted the hunter was on him, making him first kite. Your cipher was a little over half way done, as Luca started kiting toward you. At first you assumed he was just kiting in the area so you didn't bother to get off the cipher.

Your heartbeat started to get more prominent, but you were still very lax, thinking Luca and whoever the hunter was were just getting closer, when a shout rang out through the map. “Beware! Hunter has changed target!” You lifted your head abruptly from your cipher, accidentally messing up a calibration in the process making you shield your face from the explosion.

Soon after you messed it up you felt blades run from your back to your side. You cry out in pain bumping into the cipher as you sprint away, unfortunately the cipher snagged one of the slashes he had made in your shirt. A dark chuckle sounded behind you as you ran.

“This chase is already way more exciting than chasing that decoder,” Jack said licking the blood from his blades. You ran vaulting windows, throwing pallets for distance, you even led him back to Luca. Luca had a flustered look watching you pass him.

Eli knew you were currently kiting and trusted that you’d call out for help, so he didn't want to waste his spectate. “Help me!” Your shout rang out through the map. Eli was quick to send brooke to your aid. Looking through brooke's eyes he was shocked at the condition of your current costume. His face turned a little red.

Jack had only meant to slash your back, but since you messed up the calibration his slash went down your side, slicing open your shirt. It would've been fine with thin slashes, if your crash into the cipher hadn't caused your shirt to snag. It tore and your right boob was pretty much exposed.

You were trying to hold onto some dignity pulling the shreddings of your shirt over to cover it, but vaulting and pulling down pallets. You needed both your hands. Jack definitely had a great view of you each time you pulled down pallets. Eli was quick to find the teams other assist, William, and asking for his help to get The Ripper off you.

William was quick to assist. He stunned Jack allowing you to escape and hide, forcing him switch targets. Eli set brooke to find you, so he could help.

When he did find you, you were crouched behind a pallet, making a pathetic attempt to save your shirt. Eli crouched in front of you, not looking at your chest, instead checking over the wound. “It’s gonna be okay s/o, you can have my trench coat” His voice was slightly flustered, as he shed his coat.

He was left in his white long-sleeve button-up and black tie. You couldn't be more thankful for him wearing his recluse costume. “Thank you, Eli. God, this is pretty embarrassing!” Both your guy's faces have a faint blush, as you button up his trench coat finally covering your exposed flesh.

Eli's nervousness faded as he smiled. Lifting his hand to cup your cheek. “Don't worry, if they say anything, I'll have brooke rose peck out their eyes” he jokes, brooke hoots in agreement.

Ganji gupta

You and Tracy are both hanging out in the manors workshop. She was originally tinkering until you came in, wanting to show off your new costume to her. It had this futuristic theme, and Tracy was quick abandoned her invention to mess with the small gadgets they stuck to you as accessories.

On the front-side of your shorts, you had some sort of tablet with buttons and fun looking controls. It was attached to some belt that had other gadgets, they were all locked to the belt, which was attached to the shorts. Tracy was crouched down messing with them all.

“How mad do you think Miss Nightingale would be if I started taking this stuff apart?” Tracy said with a small grin. You look down and it seems she had already took her screwdriver to a few things. “Well, I guess we will find out” She laughed at your words.

Everything was going fine you were standing as you watch Tracy dismantle each piece of futuristic tech on the belt. Ganji knocked before entering the workshop. He sighed looking at Tracy crouched next to you. “How much longer are you gonna keep my s/o, Reznik?”

Ganji was told this was only gonna be a quick visit to show off the costume. Yet He’d been left waiting out there for at least 20 minutes. “Calm down ‘Gupta’ your s/o came here to show off their costume to me not you!” Tracy taunted, while saying his name is a mocking tone. Ganji scoffed, setting his cricket bat down at the door.

“Who do you think they showed it to first, Reznik.” Ganji sounded like he was subtly bragging, at being the first person to see you in the new costume. Tracy rolled her eyes. “Darn, the screen to this thing just doesn't want to come off!” She said trying to get the screen off, to get the wiring.

Ganji started to walk toward them reaching to pull Tracy off his s/o. “Okay Reznik, I’ve had my fair share of sharing my s/o.” Before He could reach Tracy she had fell back as her force caused your shorts to rip.

Tracy honestly didn't see anything with how fast Ganji was to cover you, He scowled down at Tracy. “I'm sorry...?” She said with a sheepish smile. “Find my s/o something to cover up with Reznik” He said firmly. She was quick to bolt out of the room. “Right! I'll be right back!”

She didn't look back in fear of seeing Ganji's harsh gaze. You could help but rest you forehead against his back laughing. “What are you laughing at? You’re currently in your underwear, if you hadn’t noticed.” He said turning toward you with a slight frown.

“I can’t help but laugh at the silliness of this situation my love. I never expected Tracy to rip my shorts, all so she could get the tablet!” You found this situation pretty funny. Ganjis frown turned into a small smile with your amusement.

“Glad you find this amusing. Though I’d rather be the only one to see my lover without pants on.” His words made your face slightly red. “Okay, perv.” His gaped slightly. “… I’ll remember that the next time your clothes rip. I won’t cover you.”

You smile squeezing his cheeks. “Yes you will, because you love me!” He sighed as you squeezed his face passive-aggressively. “… Yes I will.”

Naib Subedar

You know your lover hates Murro with an burning passion. Mostly because he hates boars, but you thought Murro’s boar was kinda cute.

Unfortunately Murro stayed very far away from you, making it so you barely saw his boar outside of matches.

It was a very nice day at the manor, survivor matches going smoothly, not that you had any matches to participate in today, Naib had about one or tw. With him on the team you didn’t doubt they would win.

In the manor there is an outdoor area, and due to you not having any matches today you want to go walk around in the sun for a bit.

On your way out you were wearing loose fitting loungewear. Not being in a match you didn’t want to put effort into putting on one of your usually costumes.

The sun felt good especially after being inside for most the day, you would take what you can get before Naib decides to ‘lowkey’ glue himself to your side. The outdoor part of the manor was pretty big enough to have a small forest, with a gate surrounding the whole area of course.

In the distance near trees you saw a tail and decided to investigate. Upon getting closer you realized its nust Murro's boar.

“Oh, I wonder why you’re out here by yourself. Is Murro around?” You said crouching down in front of the boar. It kind of just stared at you chewing on grass.

“Right, you’re an animal you can’t talk…” You felt a little awkward as the boar stared you down. “Well… I’m gonna go back that way…?” You stand dusting yourself off. As you stand the boar approaches you. You got back down wanting to pet it.

It did let you pet it for a moment, you got to even rub its stomach. It was fun, until you decided to go back inside and it grabbed ahold of the back of your shirt.

You and the boar had a short staring match. “Hmm, as much as I would love to spend more time with you Murro’s boar i’m sure my boyfriend is done with his match.” You said trying to tug the shirt from its mouth.

The boar refused turning it into a game of tug-a-war. “Let. go!” You huffed out fighting against the animal, you could hear the fabric starting to tear from you two pulling on it.

With one last tug you fell backwards, grunting in pain. It had a good chunk of fabric in its mouth as its trophy. You heard hurried footsteps. looking up you saw Murro. “I’m sorry! I didn't realize my boar had wandered away, forgive me!” He reached out to help you.

Unfortunately Naib had just arrived at the scene to see Murro’s boar with some of your shirt in its mouth, and Murro himself standing over you. In a moment a blade whizzed past, slicing Murro’s cheek causing him to fall on his butt in fear.

Looking behind you, he could see a very angry Naib hauling ass toward you all. In fear he quickly abandoned you. Hopping on his boar he left, running in the opposite direction.

Naib almost ran past you to chase Murro if you hadn’t gotten up quickly to grab the back of his shirt. “Wait, don’t chase after him!” You struggled to hold on to the man.

“I’ll gut him and that boar. How dare he sica damn animal on you.” His voice wasn't a shout but he was definitely furious. He was very strong actually draggjng you as he tried to pursue Murro.

You pull on his ponytail dragging his head back. “Hold your horses, who said anything about him siccing his boar on me?!” You let go of his hair as he stopped for a moment. “What do you mean, his boar was standing over you with some of your clothes in it mouth. How could that not be an attack on you?” He finally turned toward you head tilted slightly in confusion.

Sighing, you lightly pat Naib's cheek. “I wouldn't say it was an attack, I was originally playing with the boar. It only was trying to stop me from walking away, and Murro said he ran over after noticing it was gone.”

Naib’s eyebrows were still furrowed, eyes slightly closed, as of he was trying to see if you were lying for the sake of Murro. “Fine, I won't chase after him, for now.”

You grin pinching your lovers cheek. “Good! Now lets go inside you smell like shit” You say looping your elbow with his to lead him back to the manor. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever dear.”

Patricia Dorval

“Breaking wheel...! That son... sons? Of a bitch!” You say irritated, cursing his name to the sky quietly. He had been chasing you for most of the match before you lovely, kind, sweetheart patricia, took kite.

Inside your head you gushed about your girlfriend as you were trying to remove his spikes from not only your clothing but from your skin, as it had penetrated through the cloth into you.

Pulling them out was a huge pain, It hurt like hell. If only someone could help. You couldn't reach the ones in your back. Your mind drifted to Patricia as you pondered how her kite was going.

“You need help?” A raspy voice spoke out from behind you causing to yell and jump. Quickly turning around your faced wth the sneaky bastard who turned out to be Kreacher.

“Damn it Kreacher, you don't just sneak up on people like that!” You shout at the man hand over your heart. Other one raised as if you were going to hit him.

He back away from your shouts ready to coward out, and run away from your aggression. “Wait! Yes, I need help...” You say embarrassed about having to ask Kreacher of all people, to help you.

He was a little hesitant to come toward you, he had a sketical look toward you as you were just shouting but he did anyways. “Stay still and Ill get them removed” He said hand already painfully pulling one lodged in your back.

You try to hold in your pained shouts, refusing to show that this bothered you in front of Kreacher. They were pretty thin the spikes, but very sharp with tiny barbs that makes sense them hard to get from your skin.

Kreacher doesn't exactly have the gentlest hands while removing these from both your clothes and skin. You couldn't tell if he was trying to hurt you or help you.

“You could slow down damn it! Stop removing them fast you asshole, It hurts!” You hiss pulling away as he pulled another one carelessly out.

“Maybe if you could actually dodge breaking wheel..” You heard him mutter under his breath. “What did you just say!?” You say ticked off. “Nothing!!” He quickly says pulling one out to distract you.

He was pulling out the last one when both your hearts started to beat slightly, though it was barely anything to make you fret, polun didn't even know where you two were.

Coward freaking Pierson on the other hand grabbed ahold of the last spike dragging it down your back as he pulled away, bolting.

The specific spike he pulled was at the top so it tore all the way down, making the shirt go forward almost exposing if you hadn’t held it up with your hands. You grind your teeth slightly, turning to curse out to Kreacher.

As you turned your eyes met Patricia's, who had wacked Kreacher down with her ape skull, making his head bleed as he dizzily sat on the ground.

“Sorry I wasn't here sooner s/o, but at least I crushed this roach.” She said walking past him to you. She pecked you on the cheek getting her lipstick on your face, before looking at your back which was now exposed.

You had some blood drops rolling down from the sprike removals. She cut some more of your shirt so that she could tie a not in the back so it wouldn't fall off.

“I would take Kreachers jacket and give it to you, but I'd rather none of his filthy items touch you” She said as she gently caressed your back, careful of the small wounds.

You blushed at her caring gesture. “I should've warn a different costume one with a jacket, that's my bad.” She put her arms around your neck. “Well, I for one really like this costume, too bad it gonna be temporarily out of commission”

She makes it so hard for you not to swoon when shes this sweet. Kreacher groans reminding you two he was there.

Patricia unhooks her arms from around your neck. “Let's leave that thing and go decode the last cipher. Polun will find and kill it” She says loud enough for him to hear.

She grabs your hand pulling you away toward a cipher, while you follow her happily. Patricia was right about Kreacher as he was found & killed after Ganji led the hunter to him. At least the 3 of them escaped!

PLEASE I REALLY TRIED HARD TO MAKE THEM ALL SIMILAR LENGTH!! Hope you like this :3

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #naib subedar x reader #mercenary x reader #eli clark x reader #ganji gupta x reader #seer x reader #batter x reader #enchantress x reader #patricia dorval x reader #patricia dorval #eli clark #ganji gupta #naib subedar #idv fanfic

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fishermanshook · 23 days

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ASK: Hi:) if you feel like it how do you think ganji norton and naib would react to reader saying they feel safe with them?

“TRUST IN ME!”

( batter , prospector & mercenary ) + gn!reader

occ , angst in naib & ganji’s part , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To fall in love is a risk not all are willing to take. Putting your heart on the line could result in rejection and heartache instead of love and happiness.

To fall in love in a place like this is out of the ordinary, but not exactly uncommon. And as you find yourself sinking more into your lovers embrace, you can’t help but whisper the words;

“I trust you.”

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✦— THE BATTER

You say it to him after a match where one reckless move could’ve killed you.

It’s night when the Batter, Ganji Gupta, holds you tight in his arms. Maybe a little too tight for your liking, but you did put him in a frightening situation earlier today. You recall shoving him out of the way in order to save him from a blow to your head. You don't remember much after that. Just blurry memories of being in Emily's office and then, returning to your room with Ganji.

“Ganji,” you sigh, clawing at his arms in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp, even if it’s just a little bit. “You’ve gotta loosen up a little bit, please. I’m really sorry I did that earlier, but you needed to get out…”

Ganji is quick to stop your rambling by holding you (somehow) even tighter than before. “[name], you got hit on the head with an axe. None the less, a Detention hit. If I—“ Ganji sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it fall from his mouth before speaking again. "If I hadn't used my last ball I don't think you would've struggled out in time. And I don't want to think about having to leave you behind because that was your last chair."

Immediately, Ganji stiffens and sits ups. he seems to have finally processed what just happened.

"[name]. you could've died. And for what?" Ganji repeats the question while shaking you by your shoulders, tears pricking at his eyes threating to fall.

You cup his face and put your forehead to his, allowing his to fulling chompreheand the choice you made during the last match.

"I understand it was stupid of me," You start, closing your eyes. "But I don't do things without reason."

The Batter quickly wipes away at his falling tears, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Then why did you do it? You said it yourself, it was a stupid choice."

"Yes, but I did it for you. I did it because I have put more trust into you than anyone else in this wretched manor. And I knew, that even if I didn't make it out during that last game, that you would still be okay. Surviving another match means surviving another day. And for you, I'd do that again."

"God," Ganji wipes at his nose. "I hope you don't."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR

You say it to him when you’re tired and vulnerable. when anything can happen.

It was early in the morning when the Prospector, Norton Campbell, snuck into your room to pry you awake from your slumber. With your bedroom key in hand (you gave it to him in case of an emergency), he tip toed into your room. He couldn’t help but silently laugh as he peered at your morning appearance. Hair a mess with a side of droll staining your pillow. Cute, but he can stare more later.

The Prospector is quick to shake you awake, pinning your arms to your side so you don’t land a hit on him in fear of being attacked. As he hovers above you, he explains that there’s something he wishes to show you.

“But Norton,” you whisper into his ear “the sun isn’t even up yet.” You hoped the darkness of your room could conceal the light blush on your face.

“Exactly why I want you to come with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.” Norton mumbled, pulling you out from under the covers. Sliding on a pair of shoes, you drag your achy body behind him and follow the Prospector outside the manor.

Fresh dew covered the grass outside, making it a bit wet and chillier than usual outside. Fortunately, Norton had came prepared. Set up outside was a big fluffy blanket with more than enough pillows to spare. Two mugs of coffee residing inside.

“Ever seen the sunrise?” Norton asks, already knowing the answer based off your shocked expression.

You shake your head no as the Prospector reaches to grab your hand and lead you towards the spot. It didn’t take long to get settled, and when you did, you found your head in the core of Norton’s lap.

“Oh? What’s this?” Norton teased “cold aren’t ya’?” You shiver in his arms as a response. Before grabbing his face with your hands. It’s a weird position, but Norton doesn’t mind. Instead he leans into your touch. A soft smile on his face.

“Have I ever told you how much I trust you?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“I’m not sure, have you?” Norton questions, brushing your hair to the side of your face.

“No, I’m being serious. Stuck in a place like this leaves everyone fending for themselves. But because I have you, I have someone to watch my back. I really appreciate that Norton. I trust you more than anyone else in this manor.”

Norton looks at you with sad eyes as he bends down to place a gentle kiss upon your forehead.

“I trust you more, doll.” He says as the sun starts to rise. Showering you in its warmth and light, a feeling he now resonates when it comes to you.

✦— THE MERCENARY

You say it to him during a particularly risky match where everything seems to be on the line.

There are time where a match can go inexplicably well, where everything goes absolutely perfect and you survive the game with all your limbs intact and the egotistical pride that comes with it.

Those aren’t all the time though, and when both sides are fighting it out until their last breath, it turns into a messy and an undoubtedly long match.

This seems to be one of them, and you’ve collected more than enough scars and bumps and bruises to prove it. You’re more than sure you’ll have to make a stop by Emily’s offfice, but now’s not the time to think about that. You must stay focus on your current task: stitching up Naib.

Sangria got him good this time as a long scar has taken shape on his back. Naib bites down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the whimpers of pain he feels. He thought he was better at this. Better at pretending he wasn’t hurting. You know him all too well though.

“m’ sorry, ‘m sorry I know it hurts. I promise I’ll be done in just a second.” You say in attempt to comfort and reassure him. All he does is nod his head and sucks in a breath of air in order to steady himself.

The Mercenary is off the second he feels you tighten the last of his bandages. You’re quick to jump onto a cipher machine as well to catch up on the progress that was lost.

—

This match has been nothing short of a living, breathing disaster.

You still can't shake the ear piercing scream Fiona let out as she was hit down again minutes later, and you won't forget the horrible cut that now runs across Naib's stomach. You’d stich it up but you don’t have the time for it. Not when Fiona needs rescuing.

“Naib, take over the last cipher. I have to go in.” You tell the Mercenary, racing past him. He stops you, grabbing—no, shaking you by the shoulders.

“No, please, [name] don’t go in there. It’s not worth it we can, we can get—“ he continues to trip over his words out of fear and desperation. “please [name], I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Naib, I promise I’ll be out soon. I trust you, I wouldn’t go in if I didn’t.” And that’s that. You place a quick kiss on his forehead before dashing off towards Fiona’s chair. You hear him scream your name out afterwards.

note: KILLS MYSELF THIS IS ACTUALLY TERRIBLE [crys]

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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Hot as Sin pt. 3

;) As always, spice below the cut, and minors dni with this post. There is an extra note at the beginning of Demi's entry, as she is the first female character I've written full smut with.

Demi

Note: Part of the reason I've put off writing smut for the fem characters is that it's much harder to keep the reader gender neutral. That is, everyone has at least one hole...but not everyone has something to fill a hole with. But I've decided to go ahead anyway and simply use "cock/dick" for the reader, and just ask you to suspend your disbelief. If you don't have those parts, please just take those words to be a swap of "strap" which imo isn't a very sexy word anyway.... Thanks!

Warnings: alcohol consumption

You know she’s a little buzzed, but it hardly shows. Demi’s such a laid back and good-spirited lady that her current posture doesn’t seem all that odd; leaned back on top of you, rocking her hips up and down with a blissed-out look on her face. Maybe she was drunk off your cock moreso than the liquor. She opens one eye to look back at you, and a teasing little smirk crosses her painted lips.

“Paint a picture of me, sweetie, it’ll last longer,” she coos.

“I think I’ll just paint on you,” you tease back, grunting when she presses down and grinds against you as ‘punishment.’

“Come on,” she says. Her words come between cute little huffs of effort. “You might as well help me out while you enjoy the show. Touch me some more.” She massages one of her full breasts to make a point, rolling a nipple between her fingers and biting her plump lip. You’d almost rather make her beg, but you can tell she’s already close by how her legs quiver and her rhythm falters. And who could deny this beauty?

Your hands slide up her body, pressing into the plush of her stomach before finding her other breast and her clit respectively. She gives you a wonderful giggle-moan when your fingers circle both of the nubs, and promptly comes crashing down with a clenching, shivering bliss.

“Good girl,” you sigh at her when she relaxes again. She doesn’t stop your moving hands, so you keep rubbing her, massaging her while she leans over to the bedside table and scoops up her glass of wine. She downs the last mouthful, swallows half, and then captures your face in her dainty hands and gives you a wine-wet tongue kiss that just about boils your mind to numbness.

“I am a good girl,” she says when she pulls away, panting. “Now why don’t you be good too and do the work this time?” Her hands encircle your neck, and suddenly she throws herself backwards onto the mattress, dragging you with her. Though you would have thought it impossible, Demi looks even better like this: tipsy, sweaty, and well-fucked beneath you. Just not quite well-fucked enough, evidently, if her pulling her own legs up into a mating press was anything to go by.

“Sure,” you say, lacing your fingers over where hers rest against her thighs and pushing her further into the mattress. “I think I can do that.”

Antonio

Warnings: size difference, sappy shit, devil possession at the end

Ever the songbird, Antonio sighs sweetly into the rhythm of your hips.

“You feel so good, darling,” he whispers, grinning softer than normal down at you. “Sweet, supple thing you are.” Loving praise falls from his lips in that entrancing hum of his. His large hands caress your curves, running the length of your back, thighs, the swell of your ass. He’s considerably larger than you, like most of the hunters, but so unbearably gentle. He sinks a little further into his chair, melting from the heat of your body because you’ve managed to fit a little more of his cock inside you.

You’re weak, sweaty, and the work has only barely begun. The stretch his cock gives you is as exhausting as it is exhilarating and you can’t guess how much longer you’ll last. You brace one hand on his forearm and the other on his chest, fingers idly tracing the stitched seams there to distract you from the burning stimulation.

“You’re shaking, petal. Do you need some help?” Antonio asks reverently. You shake your head, desperate to do this yourself, to let him relax, but you only manage three quicker hops on his lap before you’re gasping for air. Antonio chuckles and slowly hugs you to his cold chest. “No need for such pride, my love, I can take over for a bit.”

When you finally relax into his shoulder, his hands grab your hips, soft but firm. He effortlessly moves you up, down, around in a tantalizing circle on his cock, then all over again to a steady rhythm. It’s a slow process; Antonio is in no rush at all, enjoying the harmonization of your hums and moans, the warmth and give of your overheated body against his hard, cold one. His lips dance all around your head, kissing you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You don’t know how long it takes for you to find the edge into pleasure’s abyss, but you’re hanging over it when Antonio suddenly lurches to a stop.

“My dear,” he warns, and lifts you entirely off of him. “I know this is a bad time, but I’m feeling myself slip.” Even in your fog, you know he’s not warning you about an impending orgasm.

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask. It doesn’t matter though, you think, because tendrils of his hair are already coiling around your waist, replacing his drooping hands. “I’m not afraid.”

“I’m glad to hear that…but I think you’re going to be a lot more haggard tomorrow than you bargained for,” he says, grin growing wide and stiff. You’d almost call it malicious, if you didn’t already know that lust was perfectly fine for the devil to feed on, instead of violence. Proving your point, Antonio’s living hair forces you down onto the full length of his cock and leaves you next to no time to adjust.

With your last spare moments before he wrecks you, you kiss his chin and whisper, “I guess we both like a good gamble.”

Orpheus

Warnings: “knife play” adjacence, forced positivity??? idk

The golden tip of Orpheus’s quill was sharp on the spank-tender flesh of your ass. Not quite sharp enough to break skin, mind you, but certainly enough to leave angry red lines under the ink he was putting down. His hips rutted slowly against you, keeping his thrusts shallow and unsatisfying.

“Voluptuous,” Orpheus drawls behind you. He writes the word out in slow, intentioned cursive. Then he returns the quill to its nearby inkwell for a moment, running his free hand tauntingly slow up your spine. “Now your turn. How else would you describe yourself? Try for something eloquent.”

Your face is pressed into one of his luxurious pillows, fingers clutching his sheets in a death grip. All your focus is put into not fucking yourself back on Orpheus’s cock—you can’t think of any words besides his name, let alone something ‘eloquent’. He huffs out a not-laugh in response to the drawn-out groan you give him.

“Come now—” god, you wished you could— “you can do better than that. Just two more rounds and I’ll wreck you like you want.” You know he’s good for his word, at least. There is a very real finish line at the end of this particular game.

“Huuuhhh,” you moan in thought. “C-cute.” Orpheus suddenly delivers a harsh slap to your ass, and you’re sure it’s smeared some of the sprawling ink. He sighs disapprovingly.

“You can do better than that, dear. It’s like you’re not even trying. Do you want me to fuck the daylights out of you or not?” He grinds himself further into you, but still refuses any other stimulation. “Try again. Be generous, describe yourself highly.”

You wrack your brain for what you’ve read of Orpheus’s work, straining for moments where he narrated a love interest or a lovers’ tryst, how he spoke of the people in those intimate moments. But everything is blurred by lust now and thinking of those scenes only makes you more desperate for him, for the powerful, alluring writer—

“Alluring!” you gasp into the pillow.

“That’s perfect,” Orpheus praises. That gentle hand on your spine slides up, up, and grabs the back of your neck in a vice. He pushes you down with sudden ferocity and fucks you hard 1-2-3-4-5 delicious times, and then relaxes again. You choke and whine from the rough preview as he picks up the quill and writes that word in the very middle of your back. “You’re almost there, I need one more.”

“Irresistable.” That one comes easy, now that you’re just describing him. Orpheus tosses the quill over his shoulder, and grabs your hips with a growl that sends electric shocks of arousal to all your most sensitive places.

“Yes. You. Are.”

Ganji

Warnings: just a bit of dirty talk

He didn’t entirely know what he was doing, and it showed. But damn was his flushed face cute.

Ganji had wanted to wait a bit to be intimate. Inexperience, insecurities, shyness and all that. But something about the last match had really gotten him wound up and he’d looked just about ready to get on his hands and knees when he asked you to come back to his room for some ‘alone time.’ You didn’t make him beg, but this was pretty good compensation anyway, getting to ride him to exhaustion while he moans like he’s in heat.

He clutches at you a bit, blunt nails biting into the meat of your thighs, but he makes no efforts to stop or slow you. He just takes it, takes it, takes it. He takes everything you give him and holds none of his enjoyment back. He’s desperate for you, and unsatisfiable.

“Take this off,” you say, flicking the fabric of his baggy shirt, not stopping. In the rush and excitement, neither of you took much clothing off before you made it to his bed. He does as you say, holding eye contact the entire time.

“I like that expression you have,” he says after pulling his shirt over his head with one arm. You could say the same to him, you think. His eyes are intense, mouth open slightly while he pants, lips wet. You move your hands from where they were braced on the headboard, to his now-exposed torso, and run your fingers all along his toned muscles. He hums approvingly and returns the favor by sliding his hands under your shirt to push it off. “Do you like it…? Do you like how I feel?”

He's playing coy, you know, digging for more praise. But fuck is it hot in his voice. You pause only long enough for him to take your top off. Once it’s gone, he leans hesitantly closer and licks your chest. Whatever you taste like, Ganji seems to like it. His mouth latches to your collarbone the next second, sucking and biting your skin while his hands grab your waist and help your tired legs keep bouncing on his cock.

“Be a little louder for me,” you sigh, “and I’ll tell you all about how much I like you.”

Ganji doesn’t hesitate to provide. He releases the hickey he was working on in favor of singing his praises, moaning and whining and whimpering without shame. Clearly, he doesn’t care about being heard by his neighbors or passersby. He shifts a bit beneath you, and you only realize he’s braced his legs when he starts thrusting up to meet you.

“You feel so good, baby,” you coo. His eyes lock to yours again, drinking up your expression and any sweet words that fall from your lips. “You’re so sexy…You feel so good inside me, I want you to fill me up. I wanna come on your cock, honey.” Ganji’s face twists with mounting pleasure as you talk to him. He moans for you to stop, to give him a moment, but you don’t and suddenly he’s sucking air through his bared teeth and seizing up beneath you. He scrambles to make you finish with him, fumbling, stroking with one hand and bracing you for his upward thrusts with the other. And his desperation is so hot that it works. “That’s it, that’s it!”

You’re still coming down from the high when Ganji flips you both over, placing himself on top of you on his bed. His lips find your cheek, sweet and soft.

“Can you take a little more?”

#idv x reader #identity v #ganji gupta x reader #demi bourbon x reader #antonio paganini x reader #orpheus x reader #idv batter #idv violinist #idv barmaid #idv novelist #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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scenesniper · 22 days

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Howdy howdy!!

Could I request some NSFW Ganji Gupta hcs? No pressure, I’m new to this blog so just ignore if you aren’t comfortable with writing it or smth!

☆ ganji gupta ; general nsfw headcanons

pairing / ganji gupta x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / established relationship, dry humping

word count / 882 words

author's note / no worries anon! this ask doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, i love ganji a lot and have been meaning to write about him so thank you for this request and i hope you enjoy my blog!

☆ ganji is not sexually experienced whatsoever. in fact, he never had the occasion to really indulge in his sexual needs, only if necessary for his body. he’s sincere but also, intimidated by the thought of ever having sex with anyone.

☆ you will have to be far in a committed, established relationship with ganji before he wants to go deeper than the surface. he sees sex as sacred, only wanting to make love to the person he knows for certain that he’ll want to spend the rest of his life with.

☆ sex with ganji is very slow paced and deeply intimate, wanting to cherish each second and memory with you. his eyes, usually always on you, are turning away out of embarrassment from the situation. he’s not used to it and having you see him naked, he doesn’t know how to act. however, seeing you whole, he can’t take your eyes off of you. he wants to remember this sight forever.

☆ he will give you soft, loving kisses that will linger every now and then. almost peppering. “you’re beautiful.” he’ll look at you, then leaning in to kiss your forehead. those shy kisses will turn into kisses of want and pure need. he’s completely drunk on your lips, biting the inside of your mouth which will cause it to be swollen for days.

☆ he’ll part lips, a string of saliva leaving in its’ wake. evidence of his work and you, all so breathless. if you ever try to part away first, he’ll comply but when he’s so drunk by your taste, he’ll (gently and) firmly grab the back of your head and push his lips deeper in yours.

☆ he loves having sex in a dark setting and is very gentle the entire time, always making sure that you’re comfortable and happy with this arrangement. he’s not a very talkative person in general and in bed, he’s not verbal much. he’s much bigger on actions than words but having you be verbal for him, he loves all of the sounds you make for him. he finds it absolutely adorable from you to be so happy by him.

☆ he doesn’t make much sounds, only the occasional grunt and deep breaths that hitches his voice. when the lights are turned on and his expression is exposed to you, you can see him biting his lip, practically drawing blood on it and his face contorted with the struggle of pleasure.

☆ ganji’s hand placement is to die for, no matter what, his hands are always on your body. he loves you taking him in and cupping your face with his hands, wiping any stray tear from you. and whether its’ his hand pressing onto your womb, your abdomen, waist, or spine, the way he grazes on your skin adoringly is electrifying. “you’re so beautiful, love..”

☆ ganji’s is much bigger than average, a whopping 7 and 8 inches with his tip a pretty pink color. taking him in is no easy feat and he knows this, he will give you soft squeezes on your body, affirming how good you’re taking his cock. “look love, you’re doing so good..” as he presses his dick deep in your womb. “see baby..” as he leans down, kissing your forehead.

☆ he loves to mark you in places where he knows others can’t ever see and loves you marking his neck. it’s one of his guilty pleasures, knowing that he’ll ever have the pleasure of having to see you in all of the markings he personally did for you. and although he’s not the biggest fan of hickies on his neck, he loves the tingling and burning feeling of you marking him and that is something he can never deny as he’s often seen with a hellhole of brandings made by you.

☆ he loves dry humping. his dick will be practically protruding out the fabric of his pants and precum practically staining it but he doesn’t care, he’s only interested in grinding himself to your clothed panties. he loves the feeling of his cock being restricted and wanting to be in you, he’ll eventually won’t be able to take it anymore and cum in his pants and then hurriedly unbuckling his belt to do the real thing.

☆ balls deep in you and all sweaty, moments like these makes him feel so overwhelmed with feeling. he’ll confess randomly the entire time with you, bringing your hand up to his face and kissing it. “i love you so much, i’m so happy to be by your side. thank you for being in my life.” he’ll confess suddenly, hoping that you can feel how happy he is as well.

☆ aftercare with ganji would be him cleaning up and helping you clean up as well. he wishes to be held by you, with you petting his head and him clenching you back. he’ll talk to you about his past in india and how he so yearns to feel the ground of his country once more. his voice wavering a bit by the end of it. you know he’s homesick but he’ll fall asleep in your arms, finding comfort and familiarity of home from you. just having you is enough for him to keep on going.

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ithaquasbbg · 7 months

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Hello! could you do Ganji, Norton and Naib reacting to their s/o getting in a spat with another survivor (of your choice) and the other survivor ends up punching them? :D

Oooh fun request! Ty :))

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Ganji, Norton and Naib when their partner gets in a fight

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Pairings: Ganji x reader, Norton x reader and Naib x reader

Tw: Some blood mentions (bloody nose) and that’s it

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Ganji

|⚾️| He probably wouldn’t know what to think at first, how had a fight even started in the first place?

|⚾️| Ganji doesn’t strike me as the type to step in unless it’s completely necessary, and he will step in as soon as the fight escalates to that point

|⚾️| Takes you to Emily so she can check and make sure your nose isn’t broken, getting you a tissue if you have a nosebleed, ect.

|⚾️| If it was a stupid argument, he’d do all of this while giving you the silent treatment, with a few “what were you thinking?” And other scolding occasionally

|⚾️| If it wasn’t a stupid argument, he’d probably be much more visibly concerned for you, and voices it more as well.

|⚾️| After the fight, he’d probably make sure to give the other survivor some mean looks, or keep them as far away from you as possible.

“Your shirt is all bloody, (Name).” Ganji mumbles, handing you a few more tissues for your nosebleed. “Thank you.” You respond, sitting in awkward silence for a moment until Ganji takes off his shirt, handing it to you. “Take it, (Name), it will probably be more comfortable than your shirt right now.”

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Norton

|🧲| He probably steps in the second he sees something happening, but cannot stop the damage that has already been done. Unfortunately, you’ve already been punched

|🧲| Norton is definitely pissed with the other survivor, but doesn’t do anything to them since he wants to help you first.

|🧲| Takes you to somewhere quieter so he can bring you some ice for where you got punched

|🧲| Due to how he was treated before coming to the manor, it’s no surprise he knows how to deal with injuries that come from punches

|🧲| It doesn’t matter if it was a stupid fight or not, he’ll be whispering curses about the other survivor for hours

|🧲| Definitely more protective of you around them from that point on, even if the two of you apologize to each other.

You feel Norton’s grip on your hand tighten as you pass the survivor you got in a fight with weeks ago. “That son of a bitch.” He whispers, which causes you to laugh “Norton, it’s fine, we’re not mad at each other anymore.” He doesn’t seem to agree that it’s fine, and simply gives the other survivor a glare and walks away with your hand still in his grasp.

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Naib

|🤎| He’d have no problem stepping in and whipping the other persons ass more than they did yours. After years as a mercenary, he most definitely knows how to throw some good punches

|🤎| The moment his attention is back on you though, he’s like an entirely different person.

|🤎| Super gentle with patching up the injuries you may have even if you aren’t in a lot of pain

|🤎| Even though he’s gentle with you, he’s definitely going to scold you quite a bit for getting into a fight in the first place, no matter what caused it

|🤎| He has a tendency to be a quite protective lover similar to Norton, but his presence is definitely much more noticeable to the other survivor

|🤎| Before every match you have with that survivor now on, he’ll make sure they don’t treat you badly, threatening the other if they do

“(Name), hold still so the blood doesn’t get everywhere.” Naib scolds, gently holding a tissue to your bleeding nose as you groan. “I’m not some child, Naib, I can do it myself!” The mercenary scoffs and simply keeps on holding the tissue to your nose “And yet you got into a fight like one.”

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This was fun to write, thank you for the request! I’m sorry it took a long time to get done 🥹

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ch6douin · 4 months

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I was inspired by pictures of cats on the aftermath of meeting their owners or random people who love cats with lipstick on. Imagine players in their world with their lil plush counterparts and one night after being given a little too much booze by demi characters are seeing their plush counterparts covered in lipstick marks. Player is seen with smeared lipstick the same shade.

Victor is fucking unsure of what to do. He’s hiding in his room, face pushed into his pillow. Laying on his stomach and swinging his feet. Victors plush is seen admiring its kiss marks. Also wick probably got a kiss mark on his forehead. Everyone but victor getting a kiss smh

Andrew is still reeling from spotting his plush self coated in lil kiss marks. They make eye contact. Andrews like “Huh?????” His plush counterpart says nothing but lowers its head almost bashfully.

Ganji is both sorta flattered but also probably one of the ones trying to figure out how to clean his plushie off. Not until after he’s done marking this down in his memory tho.

Emma has the same reaction as victor. But probably is seen skipping around holding her plushie self. Is in a good mood for remaining week.

Also i wanna add Demi witnessed all of this and had the time of her life. The mighty player being a very very affectionate and cuddly drunk is one thing she had not been prepared for but my god. Cutest thing ever. Only one of the survivors to be given a kiss on her forehead. Got some good cuddles too.

Freddy plush is only one to be unkissed. Freddy plush is seen to be bitter about this and has been a bully. Freddy acts like he dont care but it keeps him up at night. Fuck freddy. All my homies hate freddy.

Oh god that is so cute anon (all my homies hate freddy too)

The thought that you spared some time to pepper kisses on the soft material of plushies that resemble them makes some of them absolutely smitten. Are you trying to send them an indirect message? Does that mean that you...you wanna kiss them? Are these your hidden intentions?

Thanks to you, they cannot help but panic whenever they are alone with you. Some of them are pretty good at pretending not to, but Andrew for example? Every time you move towards him you can see the way he looks away and scowls in embarrassment. Yes, embarrassment, he is not mad at you surprisingly. And clueless you don't even know why some of them are acting so weird because you don't remember anything. Demi is happy with the outcome, she had the privilege of seeing you in a vulnerable state no one else ever did, and she got real kisses too.

"There you go. Run around or whatever you have in mind..." Ganji murmurs, messily stuffing his pocket with the washcloth he was just using as his plushie jumps from his lap and scurries away with enthusiasm, Ganji figures out that it is about to run around the manor looking for you out of all people. Even he didn't know why the plushie was so attached to you, it was squirming out of his lap just a few seconds ago, earning an annoyed grunt from Ganji who just wished to clean the evident lipstick marks from its grumpy face. Why did that thing like you more than himself? No matter how much he contemplates, nothing comes up to soothe his confusion.

Then, he is thinking of these kisses much to his dismay. How they were scattered over its chin, cheeks, eyebrows, nose...lips. And he knows that it was you because he decided to pay attention to you and let his eyes linger and there it was, the same tone of those goddamn lipstick marks. He knows that you pressed your soft lips all over the little bundle of energy and let it stumble its way back to him, so dizzy and lovesick. Lucky thing—no, he did NOT just think that. There is nothing else to do besides slumping on his chair with a sigh, hands running through his curly hair.

He doesn't want to let his guard down, however, it's so painful not to think of having you plopping your lips against his instead.

(that was supposed to be MEE bro)

#idvselfaware #self aware au #idv x reader #asks #identity v x reader #ganji gupta x reader

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avinwrites · 1 year

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CAN YOU DO GANJI X GN!READER MODERN HIGHSCHOOL HEAD CANNONS?? YOU CAN ADD MORE CHARACTERS TOO IF YOU WANT!!

Ganji x reader || Highschool AU Headcannons

-Ganji is both introverted and extroverted. When he’s in class, he’ll stay relatively quiet, answering or asking questions on the off occasion, but mostly just paying silent attention. He has to force himself to focus more than most people, he has trouble sitting still. However, when he’s on the field, he’s like a whole different person. His true self shines through when he plays cricket. Even though he has a serious, almost grim, look on his face when he’s playing, he genuinely enjoys himself. It's easy to catch him smiling each time he runs between the wickets.

-He never really considered a relationship before, having to focus too much on practice or on school work. You would most likely start talking to him after being paired up for a group project. He’d be… eager to get it done as soon as possible. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he’s just an introvert and also doesn’t like projects. If you’re even a little patient with him and take both conversation slow and show interest in him/his interests, he’d open up to you pretty quickly.

-Ganji is the type to go from strangers to friends to close friends to lovers, instead of just strangers to dating to lovers. Once you get to know him, and he gets to know you, he’ll be quick to become friends. It isn’t difficult to tell what he likes and dislikes early on, he’s big on open communication, and he doesn’t exactly hide his emotions. His sentiment towards you grows each time you notice that he feels a particular way and talk to him about it.

-Melts when you do something as simple as ask him if he is ok when he looks particularly grumpy, or inquire as to what has him so excited if he seems to be livelier than usual. He does do the same, part of how you two got so close is just by talking to each other so much that you practically know what each slump of the shoulders or every slight sigh means. People think you’re dating way before you actually make it official just from how well you know each other.

-Speaking of the public, it’s difficult not to be a bit of the center of attention, at least, when it comes to the other Cricket players. They worry that because their star batsmen is thinking about someone constantly, that he’ll become distracted, but you actually have the opposite effect. If he sees you out in the stands, cheering him on, even just in practice, his energy increases tenfold. He’ll make sure he does his best just for you. The others start referring to you as the team’s ‘good luck charm,’ since, if Ganji is doing good, it benefits the whole team, and if you make his performance improve, then they’ll want you at every game. So expect to be friends with his teammates too, but not as close as you are to Ganji.

-If you do make it a habit to attend his games, he’ll expect affections in return for his performance. “We won the game, shouldn’t I get a congratulatory kiss?” He’ll tease, hugging you close in excitement. On the other hand, if he happens to lose (not likely, by his words) then console him with little displays of affection and sweet words, it will absolutely make him feel better. He makes it a habit as well to take you out for ice cream, or your favorite treat, after a game, just because he feels like it.

-Then, once you have to split ways and go home, he’ll leave you with a lingering hug, one that makes you all the more ready to see him again. Though, you’ll call often outside of school. He prefers to talk to you face to face, but if you’re both busy, sometimes just having you there with him virtually, even when not talking, is nice to him.

-When at school, it's clear that you are friends with him, but PDA isn’t something he particularly enjoys, he’s rather save the more close and intimate moments for complete privacy. You’ll definitely start sitting together at lunch, and if there’s ever any more partnered projects in whatever classes you may have with him, he’ll partner with you every time. But, most of your time together is spent outside of school. Usually at one of your houses, or at a park, just, enjoying each other's presence.

-You may have to help him study. He will ask you, and be sad but accepting if you say no, but he feels like you help him understand things better, plus, you’re patient with him. Study dates in a library happen often. It’s mostly just before finals, where you both will help each other prepare for tests. He’ll bring two large drinks for the both of you, and just sit down and get it done. He finds your encouragement to be more motivating than anything else. If he seems to be getting overwhelmed, just… carefully lift his face so that he isn’t staring at whatever paper he’s trying to get information from and press a simple peck to the tip of his nose and say: “let's take a break for a minute.”

-After a short break, maybe you show him something funny on your phone, or you just let him rest his eyes for five minutes on your shoulder, he’ll feel rejuvenated just being around you, going back to his attempt on the practice test he’s taking. He’ll encourage you to stop procrastinating as well.

-All in all, it's a very chill and sweet relationship. While you’re both young and experiencing life, he’s a great partner to experience life with.

TYSM for this request! I love highschool/college aus!! I hope that this is to your liking!! (*^▽^*)

#identity v x reader #idv #idv x reader #identity v #idv ganji x reader #idv ganji #ganji gupta #ganji gupta x reader #idv batter #identity v batter

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heartshapedbubble · 7 months

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HELLO EVERFYNYAN

can i request ganji and aesop with a modern s/o hcs who listens to lofi and/or rnb to help them unwind after a match? just like helps their mind and body slow down after such a high-stress and high-tension situation..

HARROOOO ^_^ of course!!!!!

ganji gupta and aesop carl with an s/o who listens to rnb/lofi hcs🏏⚰️

ganji gupta🏏

ganji is not someone who's ultra picky about music tbh

like, if something is new to him he might be confused or intrigued at first, but he comes to terms with it quite quickly

when it's you who's relaxing after a match, then he always tags along😭 just spawns in your room and plops down on the bed by your side, inching closer to you and fulfilling his duty of The Big Spoon™

he doesn't even notice when you turn on the music tbh??? like he's so accustomed to the already relaxing atmosphere of your room that the noise just blends in

the fact that he's half asleep from the second he lays near you really doesn't help it

you'll have to point it out to him.... he's a bit eepy but he will comment on the music, saying it's quite good

he likes old rnb the most! he really, really likes the gospel/soul roots it has. something leaning towards jazz, like sade, might really suit him

not a music nerd as expected so if you go on and show him some streams/playlist he won't say much other than "mhm/nice/yeah?/that's neat" etc. but he still enjoys the quality time

+ and the fact that you're showing him something you're passionate about :)))))))) he's always willing to learn even if he doesn't have much knowledge on music in the first place

for him, as long as it sounds pleasant to his ears, it's good music

aesop carl⚰️

aesop, on the other hand, is VERY picky

he doesn't listen to music much but when he does, everything has to be perfect. noise cancelling headphones? on. equalizer? adjusted to a T. volume? not too loud, but not too quiet either.

in conclusion he's not a fan of anything loud lol. i do think that, out of music, he would really like classical music (i'd say like...romanticism or classicism? maybe add a few modern composers into the mix) and goth music (bauhaus enjoyer aesop real don't @ me) .... you can't really miss with good old dvořak and goth music, on the other hand, is quite calming to him, he really enjoys the vocals and the lyricism

so he'll come into your room, finally finding enough strength to tag along with you after a match, and actually be pleasantly suprised!

might not fit his style or his usual repertoire, but he has to admit it's quite calming

and it does put him at ease of some kind... i mean, it can't be bad if it's not extremely loud, right?

i think he might like reading with lo-fi in the background cccc:

when he's not using his trusty headphones he prefers analog music... poor aesop will go and ask you if there's any purchaseable lo-fi vinyls out there lol

he'd be very interested in exchanging music recommendations w/ you!!! link him some of your favourite songs and he'll hand you some of his favourite vinyls/lps c:

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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May I request William, Victor, Norton, Luchino, Demi and Genji having a gn s/o that is an opera singer who is famous????

Sing For Me Will You? William, Luchino, Demi and Ganji with an Opera Singer S/O

Genre: Fluff

i've quite a bit in store for victor and norton so i removed them

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒

"Love, was that you singing?" he asked, surprise lacing his voice. (Name) nodded, a soft yet troubled smile gracing their face. William let out an "ah", expressing his moment of realisation.

"Do you not like singing that much anymore because fame was forced onto you?" he inquired in a much more gentler manner than beforehand, earning a soft nod from his S/O.

he's known that you were a famous opera singer for a while, you just never sang in front of him

he's never asked why since he knew it was a touchy topic and because he wanted you to tell him when you were ready

he rarely hears you sing but when he does, he praises you and tells you how much he adores your voice

william adores you for who you are, he thinks it's an absolute treat to hear you sing

he doesn't ask you to sing but he's eager to hear more—he's grown to appreciate opera

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐄

He was a fan of you but he didn't date you because he was your fan—in fact, he thinks it's inappropriate for a fan to become anything more than an admirer. Luchino was surprised to see his favourite opera singer confessing to him.

"I can't help but feel honoured to know that I have caught your fancy" he responded, delighted and yet slightly nervous. The singer waved him off, playfully winking at him. "You may not realise it but I am the one who is honoured to have caught your fancy professor" they purred.

luchino soon realised that you were extremely humble, almost forgetting that you were ever a famous person

he was glad that he was able to know you as more than just an opera singer

he adores your talent but he adores you even more as a person

you apparently had looked up to him ever since you attended one of his lectures

he honestly couldn't believe that he could hear you sing every single day

he researches methods in order to help you soothe your throat if you've overdone it

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐍

"I never knew you had such a sweet voice" she crooned, peering from the terrace facing the garden. (Name) jolted slightly, startled from her sudden intrusion.

"Aha, well, I never intended to let anyone find out" they replied, quickly regaining their composure. The barmaid arched her eyebrow, "I wonder if they realise how well known they actually are" she whispers under her breath.

while you did try to keep a low profile, a lot of them still recognised you—of course, they pretended not to

demi would act coy and ask you to sing for her

she really loved your voice, it reminded her of the comfort of her mother's lullabies

she often makes drinks to soothe your throat

of course, eventually, you did come out and most of the people in the manor weren't really surprised

demi did laugh and tell them that most of them already knew them from the start, even admitting to knowing them beforehand, which earned her a soft smack on the shoulder

𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐀

Ganji simply adored your voice, when he first heard it, it was when you were soothing him to sleep. Your singing lulled him to sleep so quickly it actually astounded him.

He didn't care that the people around him were telling him that you were famous, it didn't matter in all honesty, he just adores you in general so he just thought, "Oh well, more to love about them I guess".

he doesn't care about how famous you are

he knows you're talented and he makes sure to praise you but he doesn't care about your fame, you're all human at the end of the day

he knows he isn't the only one that has heard your voice but he's smug about the fact that he's the only one you've made lullabies for

he's proud of how far you've come

he scolds you when you overexert yourself—you should prioritise your health over your ability to sing

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