#master creep control

[poindexters-labratory]

Welcome to (or welcome back) to Poindexter's Labratory!

Hello again! I'm Emerson (he/him/his), a twenty-year-old (in a month) autistic, chronically, and mentally ill animal science student. I've just finished my first year of college and we're now on summer break!

I've been gone for a while, only coming up to surface every so often, but it's been worth it! I'm now in my second year of my science degree, but I do miss updating my stories, so hopefully, I get to do this over the summer.

I want to go in a different direction with the medium Hurricane and Creep Control are in, just to try it out and have some fun. The comics aren't going to disappear, but I do want to explore some different options, such as an animatic style, mostly to pace dialogue properly. I've always written my scripts in a 'made for television' style and I want to run with that and see where it goes.

Hurricane is a Five Nights at Freddy's lore retelling focused mainly on the Afton family, what's happening in the background during the games, and speculation about how things were before canonical events. Shorthand, I've thought about this franchise way too much and I enjoy William Afton content.

Creep Control is my creepypasta AU story that I've been holding near and dear for five years, wrestling with it for a proper storyline since 2020. It's about the drama and horror surrounding obeying the thing that is most popularly known as the Slenderman. Contains personal rewrites of creepypastas, creepypasta ocs, and Slenderverse characters/references/concepts.

As you can see, fanfiction is my love and my life.

Hopefully, I get the guts to post my test-animatics soon, so consider sticking around :3!!

[boundwithpurple]

If you care to, could you explain a bit why you found Srinivasan's Incest Diary review less compelling now? I'm interested because I didn't find the tone condesceding at all

i have just become really, really sensitive about anyone trying to define another’s experience of abuse. so when she objects to the author of the incest diary saying it’s “as if” she’s sexually obsessed with her father as “hanging back” because “she is sexually obsessed” with her father it really gets my back up. the author of that memoir uses words so fucking precisely and with such intention. she said what she meant to say. how dare you think you know better than she does what she really feels about her father raping her lol. fuck OFFFFFFFFF. i just have no patience anymore with anyone and don’t feel like i need to have that patience. everyone who isn’t in it can shut the fuck up.

[abnormallycreative]

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[crushmeeren]

ᝰ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM .ᐟ

⋆ ft. itachi, neji, kakashi, sasuke ⋆

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ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Itachi is not someone who’d be reckless with this decision.

Sure, his cheeks would turn scarlet when you ask. His head would whip to the side so fast his neck would be in danger of snapping, drawing one leg up as his entire body shifts towards you on the couch. He would slip two fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tug, desperate for a cool breeze to tame the suffocating heat now creeping down his throat, flushing his chest.

His gaze would flicker across your face, hand resting on your thigh, squeezing once. He’d ask, “You — are you sure? You don’t want me to wear a condom anymore?” His voice would crack on the word condom and his blush would darken. Itachi would take a second to clear his throat, glaring at you without any real heat when you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“I’m sure, Itachi.” You’d readjust your position, mirroring his, and look up at him through your lashes. “I just, I need to feel you. All of you,” you’d admit, playing with his fingers before lacing them together. The sweet heat building in your belly would remind you of the way it feels to drink a cup of hot chocolate.

Itachi’s lips would part, and you’d be certain you caught his dick jerking in his sweats. He’d make you wait until you’re on some other form of birth control. No surprise babies in this house.

Itachi would hold his breath when he pushed his latex free cock into you for the first time. His eyes would squeeze shut, a shaky exhale of your name spilling from his lips as he bottomed out and fucking came. You’d be able to feel the harsh twitching of his dick as he made you look nothing short of a cream filled donut. He’d be so embarrassed, ready to apologize, but he’d stop short at the fucked out look on your face.

The added slick sensation would turn you on like no other, cheeks hot to the touch as you begged him to keep going. He’d stay as hard as a rock, rolling you both until you’re perched in his lap. He’d draw his knees up, tangle his fingers with yours, and encourage you to “Ride me, sweetheart. C’mon, take what you need. I’ll let you use me until your pretty little pussy is sore.”

Itachi doesn’t have to tell you twice.

༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Neji loves having sex with you, but he’d be a bit paranoid.

Neji’s uptight. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell how pussy drunk he gets. He’s a whiny, breathy mess any time his cock’s inside you.

However, he’d also be hyper aware he could get you pregnant if he’s not careful. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of having a baby with you, but he wouldn’t be ready for quite some time. He’d wear a condom, no matter how bad he wants your pussy to squeeze him raw. You’d have multiple conversations about it, convincing him to try just putting the tip in.

He’d be….hooked, to say the least. It’d be by sheer force of will that he doesn’t shove his entire cock in your pussy that first time. But, it’d also be the very next time Neji swears “just the tip”, when things spiral.

The warm ache in Neji’s belly would overshadow his concerns. He’d end up knocking your thighs further apart with his knees, bending forward and planting his elbows on either side of your head, leaving just a few centimeters between you. He’d whine, “Baby, I can’t handle this temptation any longer. Please, can I feel your pussy?”

“Fuck, put it in Neji. As long as you pull out it’ll be fine, I promise.” You’d lift your hips to take more of him before he could regret it, and Neji would oblige. Your pussy would hug his cock better than in his dreams, and Neji’s low, broken moan would light your blood on fire.

Neji would straighten up to sit on his knees, grip one of your ankles and haul your leg over his shoulder, allowing the other leg to hang loosely at his hip. He’d bend you in half to deepen the angle, hands resting by your shoulders. Just to tease you both, he’d pull out halfway and push back in at an agonizing pace.

Neji would fuck you within an inch of your life, long hair becoming a curtain that cuts you off from the world. Your nails would scratch angry pink lines down his chest, and his cock would start to throb as he toed the line of release. You’d smack his chest, reminding him with a desperate plea, “Don’t cum inside me! Neji, Neji, baby — you gotta pull out!”

He’d slip his cock free at the last second, letting your body flop to the bed as he stroked his cock. With three quick pumps he’d cum all over your belly.

Safe to say, this would be Neji’s new favorite way to have sex.

༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Unlike his brother, Sasuke is impulsive.

He couldn’t deny the thought would cross his mind every now and then, playing with the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his sticky, white cum cover his cock and spill from your pussy.

Usually when he got the urge he’d jerk himself off. Cool fingers would wrap around his warm cock, shivers running down his spine as he stroked himself slowly. He’d cum in a heartbeat.

It would dull the ache of his desire for a while. Hell, he definitely wouldn’t want to have a baby any time in the near future. But soon enough it’d start to eat at him again. His stomach would clench tight every time you’d have sex, nasty dreams forcing him to wake up hard. That’s why, when you beg him to take the condom off, it’s take zero effort to convince him.

Your face would be buried in your pillow, ass in the air, and one hand would fist the sheets. The other would twist behind to smack against Sasuke’s lean lower belly, pushing at him to wait. He’d be too focused, hands pressing your lower back into a harsh arch, sweat trailing down his temple, over his jaw, dripping onto your back.

“Sasuke,” you’d moan, asking for his attention. “Wait, Sasuke — ah fuck!” You’d dig your nails into his belly until he sucked in a sharp breath. “Take the condom off, please!”

His hips would still, pressed flush to your ass. “What?” He’d ask, already be pulling out. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He’d tease. “So spoiled, princess.”

You’d roll onto your back, cheeks heated, chest heaving. “Just fucking take it off,” you’d demand, reaching to grasp the slippery latex and slide it free. Sasuke would smirk, eyes glued to his dick as it bobs once the condom pops off.

Sasuke’s jaw would go slack once you stroked his cock, the skin soft and slick from leftover lube. He’d fucking whimper, a noise he’d never made before, when he pushes all the way in. Sasuke’s thoughts wouldn’t be coherent after that. He’d put your knees to your ears and fuck you until he’s cum twice and you’re squirting onto his pelvis.

He would panic the next day, going dizzy with relief when you inform him you started getting birth control shots.

༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Kakashi would be asking you if he could hit it raw.

For your entire relationship, Kakashi would have it known that he’s got a fantasy about giving you a “cream pie”, for lack of a better word. He’d never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, no, he’d be more than happy to even role play the act.

There’s no denying that Kakashi would truly want to get you pregnant. He’d love to see your belly round with his baby, but he’d be patient and wait for you to give him the go ahead. However, Kakashi has a loud mouth, and he’d voice his desires at least every other time you have sex.

In the end, the idea would get in your head and become more than appealing to you. When you gave in, it’d be when Kakashi least expected it. It’d be a night when his back is propped up by a couple pillows near your headboard, calloused hands gripping your ass and guiding the slow roll of your hips. Kakashi would be drooling about how well you ride his cock.

Your hands would brace themselves on his pecs, nails digging into his skin, and Kakashi wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. No surprise there. “Babygirl,” he’d moan, eyes rolling towards the ceiling when your pussy clenches tight. “Look so pretty when you ride me, m’gonna cum so hard. You’ll let me knock you up, yeah? Wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad.”

You’d slap your hand over his mouth to stop the stream of filthy words, cheeks blistering. “Kakashi,” you’d say through your teeth, voice pitching higher. “Take off the condom.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows would shoot to his hairline, jaw dropping open as the words he’d been waiting forever to hear sunk in. There’s no way in hell you’d have to repeat yourself. He’d shove you off his lap and onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he all but ripped off the condom. He’d stroke his cock a couple times before readjusting his weight, taking his time to slide his bare cock back inside you.

Kakashi would whine in back of his throat, pushing your thighs apart until your muscles started to protest. “Kakashi!” You’d gasp, pushing up to your elbows, fisting the sheets as he railed the shit out of you.

“Sorry, can’t — fuck, can’t help myself,” he’d pant, not sounding sorry at all. You’d catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s sharingan whirling and then he’d be cumming before you realized he’s close.

He wouldn’t stop with one round. He’d wring pleasure out of you until your legs turned to jelly. He’d cum again after that, making such a mess that you’d both end up in the shower.

[peascribbles]

𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

It's been a long, long day. soft!sylus x gn!reader, getting carried from his car into bed, fluff & comfort, sfw; 600wc.

The interior of the car is dappled with the passing streetlights, his features illuminated by strange, ever-shifting fluorescent hues that you muse on drowsily, leaning against the headrest. Invisible weights seem to be tied on your eyelids, and you're fighting a losing battle to keep them open.

Work was exhausting today, plagued by delays and complications, taking you a long way from home. You hadn't even questioned his inexplicable presence this time, given he was the only reason you were able to finish up by midnight.

You fail to stifle a yawn. He glances at you, and the corner of his eyes crinkle when he notices your hopeless plight to stay conscious.

That single look steals a breath from you. The night always seems to wrap around him like a second skin, welcoming him into its fold without hesitation. He wears it so well. Fits in this car, all sleek leather and unadulterated power, like a perfect picture. At ease with one hand on the wheel, in complete control. And he's got that damned jacket on.

Gods, he's a sight for sore eyes.

"Said that out loud, sweetie. You're really tired, huh?"

Whoops. "Don't know what you're talking about," you mumble through another yawn.

He chuckles at that, and you relish its warmth, eyes falling shut to savour the sound. You can't seem to open them again. The seat is impossibly comfortable, more than it has any right to be. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers, the classical music playing low through the aux, the restrained hum of the engine, all work in tandem to pull you under.

You're so close to letting it take you. A passing thought, just a twinge, creeps at the edges of your mind—is he doing this on purpose?—but it drifts away as swiftly as it came when he speaks again.

"Sleep. I'll wake you when we're nearly home," he promises.

His voice must be a black market sedative, because it's the only push you need to succumb at last, into a deep, dreamless slumber.

—

It's a lie.

How could he bring himself to wake you up when you were finally letting yourself rest? You weren't even aware of the tension that's worn you thin the whole day, undoubtedly forming knots in your shoulders—which he'll gladly offer to massage out of you later—and having it dissipate now that you're fast asleep is a relief.

He gets out and walks to the passenger side, opening the door quietly to not disturb you. Scoops you up in his arms and carries you through the expansive underground garage, through the darkened hallways of the base, to the master bedroom where he lays you down with care.

It's too early for him to sleep, so he simply tucks you in, pulling a blanket over you and ensuring your head is properly supported. But when he goes to leave for the office, there's a tug on his sleeve.

He turns back to find that you've somehow held on to him while still knocked out. Catches the faintest whisper under your breath.

"Don't go."

What a demanding kitten he has. He tuts, though there's not a shred of real irritation behind it—and he's already halfway through shedding his jacket. Peels off his gloves, then his shoes.

Moving with unnerving grace for his size, he slips under the blanket with you, the mattress barely dipping under the new weight with how carefully he lowers himself onto it. Conforms his body to yours, two puzzle pieces slotting together.

The moment he wraps an arm around your waist, you snuggle up to him like a heat-seeking missile. You bury your head in his chest, slinging a leg over him, and a hum of utter contentment escapes you. He has to suppress the laugh that wells up inside him, shaking you both with the effort. You've stuck yourself to him like velcro—a perfect, tender trap. There's nowhere else he'd rather be.

[fishnapple]

What to embrace more within you

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

Clear quartz 

Losing control is not something you are willing to face and accept. Circumstances might lead you into unknown paths that you have no control over. But you tend to resist them with all your will. You want what is graspable, what you can understand, and can hold in your hands firmly. You avoid uncertainty and ephemeral existences, because they signal an inevitable ending.

You're protective of what is dear to you. You're willing to go hundreds of miles for those you love, but with a price. They should safely stay in the nest you build for them. You may not realise that you want everything, everyone in your life to stay in one place, predictable. You care a lot, your love is large. That is something you need to always treasure within you. But there is a childlike spirit within you who longs for adventures, to just let go of the burden of keeping everything in control. The more you learn to let go of your grip, the more wind you let in to push you forward. You can still care for others, but instead of keeping them behind safe fences, you can help each other to go out into the world, safely, with support. Life knows how to take you to where you need, you have the ticket, you just need to step on the train.

Carnelian 

You have an image to keep, a reputation to uphold, a ground to protect. All of these keep you in a narrow path without much branching, no getting sidetracked, no exploration. Sometimes, you're your own worst critic. You shut down any grand ideas that you have immediately, for fear that they would make you yearning for more, for a more free existence. 

You have a lot to take care of, lots of responsibilities that stoop your shoulders down, keep you legs dragging heavily. You want to run but you're afraid of being lost, of running over the edge with no one to catch you. You have many wonderful ideas in your head that you don't share with anybody. Prefer to keep them stay silently inside. Ideas that would fulfil you more.

What you need to embrace is your vision, no matter how outlandish, how crazy you think it is. You're so used to normality. Let some bizarre thoughts have their space inside you. Don't shame yourself, don't limit yourself. The more you embrace strangeness and unpredictability, the easier it is to make a decision, to go on a different path. Embrace them with nonchalance, if fear creeps in, greet it but don't let it become the master of your inner house.

Sodalite

The message is about embracing your "voice", both your speaking voice and the voice you hear in your head. You have a very intuitive heart that can often show you the way, if only you just listened to it. You might disregard it as wishful thinking, delusional fantasy or irrational fears that try to sway you from what you want to do, or to mislead you into the path of failure. You don't trust this voice enough, so when you have a brilliant idea in your mind, you're your own worst skeptic, you swallow back the ideas, refuse to let them see the light. This can be interpreted by another person as a taciturn nature of yours. 

Speaking loudly might make you uncomfortable. Maybe you tend to stop mid-sentence or take too long to speak your opinion. You might feel that others don't let you speak, they all seem much more confident and assertive than you're. But that's just your perception. In fact, if you're able to get over the barriers of your mind, when you're able to speak freely, you have the ability to captivate people with your words, your voice. There's a force within that when used right, can completely change people's perception of you for the better. Look for merry interactions, where you can laugh freely, talk and exchange ideas without fear nor shame. Get yourself used to the company of people, but not just as a passive listener but an active contributor of the conversation. Slowly, you will find your voice much more lovely, much deserved to be listened to.

Aventurine

I see a lot of movements but also obstacles in the crystals, as if movements are being stifled. The restlessness inside you need an outlet. It's not something you should feel shameful about, not something you need to control with iron fists. Your life seems to be rooted in one place, one routine for quite some time, day after day, nothing much happens that can stir the stillness of it. You don't want to disturb the peace, in a way, you feel content with your current situation, even though there might be some hardships here and there, but overall, you feel safe in it. Yet, you instinctively know that, your life can't go on like that forever. You want to change, to break free of the mould, to walk the many paths that are available to you. You can see far ahead, but your feet are still reluctant to move. 

Embrace your desire to change, to travel and experience life. If you feel restless, bored without knowing why, maybe consider changing something, going away for a while, or even changing your living space. I see a wanderer beneath the seemingly stable surface. Drastic changes might momentarily scare you, but they're also very alluring. Heed their calls sometimes and you will find your fortune turns. 

Strawberry quartz 

There are some habits of yours that you might want to reexamine their usefulness. Your energy feels a little timid, pliable to others will. Not that it's something bad that you need to change, but consider how much you take in other people's ideas and feelings, assimilating them into yourself. Sometimes, you need to separate the influence of others from your core self. Question what's really true, what's really valuable to you.

The message is you should embrace more of your inner rebel. You might readily accept an idea, an opinion or a viewpoint without questioning it too much. You don't want to stir the water of any connections that you have. Showing disapproval, opposite ideas or being aggressive is not welcomed by others, or so you believe. But the truth is, the more you go against the grain, the more spontaneous and random you act, the more connected you are to yourself and to other people, that's your charm. People always admire those who know their own minds, those who dare to go after their visions. If you don't feel too confident with your mental power and think that you never learn and know enough to express yourself in conversations, know that's not true. You have something valuable to bring to the table, that's your unique view of the world.

Amethyst

This might sound weird but you should embrace your more selfish desires sometimes. I see a lot of burdens on your shoulders, almost like you're living for everyone else but you. Your every action is done with consideration for others, you think about the impact, the consequences of your actions greatly, sometimes, to the point of being paralysed and passive. You don't want to hurt others, you don't want to feel like a burden to others, yet you're so willing to shoulder others' burdens. Your charitable spirit is your gift, but also your curse. You hardly have the time for yourself. 

You need to embrace the child within you, the one who needs abundance of care and joy. It's okay to voice your needs and wants, to set aside responsibilities for a while so that you can spoil the part within you that is so in need of love and fun. This also influences your love life. Love can be too heavy, too intense in your eyes, you feel like you always need to do something, to "save" the connection from going downhill. This attitude sucks out the lighthearted fun of love. The child within you craves for a simple love, to feel love with their all and not to have constant anxiety and duties lingering on their heart.

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✶ The venom

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

You knew... 

You knew there was a risk... 

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

Hael the Naga Lord’s territory. 

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

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

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

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

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

A younger, even bigger Naga. 

A deadly warrior. 

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

Or rather a living curse... 

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

Always the same, always creeping you out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yet, here you are... 

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

Menacingly 

Carnivorously... 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too much  

This is too much  

You can't  

How could you even...  

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

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

You are so full and literally split in two.   

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pet?” The Lord hisses a warning. 

You gulp. 

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

"Captain." Hael corrects darkly.  

You wince  

"Ca-Captain?"  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well you cannot!"  

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

But it is... Difficult  

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

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

Hael lowers himself to your ear.  

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

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

Hael only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.  

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

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

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

You hear a snarl behind your back.  

"Yes or no, warrior?"  

"...Yes."  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brezeler growls a warning.  

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

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

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

Yes 

You want him gone 

Both of them 

But you value your head on your neck still 

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

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

Brezeler snarls in response and Hael sniggers, audibly satisfied.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Possessively.  

He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied.  

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

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

You are simply to fucked out.  

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

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

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

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

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

Desperate for some affection in return.  

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

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

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

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

Entirely. 

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

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

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

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

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

Having them both inside, is a miracle.  

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

How?!  

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

And they show no signs of stopping.  

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

Like a poisonous treat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you know better.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.   

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

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

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

Oh dear maker...!  

It is like a horse pounding into you.  

This is such a trial.  

This so hard.  

You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust.  

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

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

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

"I-I... I can’t..."  

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

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

 All that his heart is capable.  

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

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

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

He comes undone instantly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hael silently admires his work on you.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

He suddenly slaps Brezeler’s thick tail.  

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

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

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

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

To your distress.  

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

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

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

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

"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous  

With his size?!  

No! 

Nono nononono nonononono no no!  

There are reasons why Hael got your pussy :   

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

- Especially Brezeler with his measurements!  

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

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

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

But he looks incredibly serious and...  

Determinated. 

And crazy. 

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

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

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

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

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

You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy.  

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

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

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

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

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

You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size.  

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

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

"Language, pet." Hael warns. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is so hard!  

You feel like you are dying.  

And finally  

He stops  

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

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

Brezeler licks the tear with a purr.  

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

You stutter several time  

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

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

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

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

A prey to toy with before devouring it. 

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

"Oh fuck...!" You sob  

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

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

Too much!  

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...."  

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

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

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

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

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

Hael laughs, tremendously amused.  

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

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

Finally  

You feel his hips against yours...  

He is fully inside. And that is a miracle.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hael laughs.  

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

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

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

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

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

What’s with the ‘my sweet’ with him? 

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

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

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

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

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

Sickly sweet 

Sickly tender 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But something in his voice is...rotten  

Like his words are dripping of pure poison  

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

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

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

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

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

Brezeler growls. 

But submit  

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

Brezeler resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward.  

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

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

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

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

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

Hael shakes him again before his mutism.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brezeler chest rises up and down rapidly.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Allowing you to just... Breathe  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"..."  

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

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

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

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

Finally.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And rams his whole size back in with full force  

You let out a scream  

It feels like a bull run over you.  

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

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

Brezeler keeps going.  

Accelerate his pace  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You now have a true animal between your thighs  

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

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

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

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

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

Your body suddenly...Fall  

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t. 

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

You shake 

Immobile 

Stunned. 

What’s wrong with them?  

Why does it have to happen to you? 

Why- 

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

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

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

"I may have-"  

“Did you break her?!” Hael shouts 

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

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

You dig your nails in the moss under you. 

You want all of this to end. 

But you can’t escape their grubby hands. 

"Lord, I-" Brezeler tries.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hisses  

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

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

A last defying stunt. 

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

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

You gulp down, terrified and weak before him. 

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

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

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

[slytherin-pen]

Diplomacy Be Damned

pairing: Kallias x Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: some fighting, burn injury, Kallias loses his temper to defend you, Beron being Beron

a/n: dipping my toes into writing about Kallias. i need to read up on some headcannons since we have so little canon info about him. dug this one out the drafts lmao

The halls of the Winter Court glistened with ethereal beauty. Walls carved from ice, crystalline chandeliers dripping with frozen jewels that caught and refracted the faint glow of faelight. The chill in the air was familiar, comforting even, though it did little to ease the tension rising in the room.

The High Lords had gathered again to discuss the threat of Koschei. And as always, it felt like sitting in the eye of a storm.

You sat quietly beside Kallias, your mate, the bond between you a steady hum under your skin, a thread of warmth woven through the cold. His hand brushed yours subtly, an anchor amidst the political currents swirling around the grand table.

Beron was speaking.

Of course, he was.

You had the displeasure of sitting near him, Kallias and one of his sons were all that was between you. On your right sat Thesan and Tarquin with their respective councils. The Inner Circle, Helion, and an empty spot for Tamlin across from you. The large circular table made of ice was designed with the much-needed space that was necessary for these tumultuous meetings in mind. Usually, Autumn would be positioned on the same side as Night, but with Lucien Vanserra’s new position as their emissary you convinced Kallias to rearrange the seating chart so the poor male did not have to sit near the male who caused him so much suffering, and instead next to his true father. You were reconsidering that moment of compassion now.

Arrogant and venomous, Beron’s words were dripping with condescension as he spoke of sacrifices and violence with the casual cruelty only the Autumn Court’s High Lord could master. You saw the way Kallias’ jaw tightened, the faint narrowing of his eyes, the only signs of his control slipping.

Across the room, Feyre Archeron sat beside High Lord Rhysand, her posture rigid, and nails tapping rhymically against the table as Beron’s smug remarks continued. You could see it in her eyes, she was losing her patience with him, as was everyone else in this room.

“If Koschei wants the Archeron witch so badly, I say let him have her,” Beron drawled with a flourish of his hands. “There’s no sense in going to war over one useless female.”

A burst of flames shot across the room, wild and uncontrolled. It was meant for Beron. You knew that. Everyone knew that.

But Feyre had still not yet mastered her aim, and you were sitting in its path.

The searing heat hit you before you could react, fire licking across your shoulder, burning through the layers of fabric, biting into flesh. A sharp, involuntary cry escaped you as pain erupted and you fell backward out of your chair.

The room exploded into chaos.

Kallias’ reaction was immediate, his power blowing an icy wind that extinguished the remaining flames. The chill of his power was a different kind of sting, but an improvement nonetheless. He helped you rise, his hands on your waist as he sat you down in his chair. You gazed up at him to tell him it was alright, to just adjourn the meeting for a moment until you saw his face.

Fury.

Uncontained, unrelenting fury.

His eyes blazed with a rage colder than the harshest winter as he turned on Rhysand and Feyre, his power crackling in the air like a blizzard ready to consume.

“What were you thinking?” His voice was a snarl, low and dangerous, ice creeping across the marble floor like the tide rising at a beach.

Rhysand rose, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, but there was a readiness in his stance. “It was an accident—”

“An accident?” Kallias roared, his magic lashing out, frost racing across the walls, shards of ice falling from the ceiling and crashing onto the table. “She burned my mate!”

You tried to stand, the pain sharp and unyielding, but Kallias was already at your side again, lowering you back down to the seat. His breath came fast, uneven, his fury battling with fear. The smell of your charred flesh permeated the room, even Lucien across the table wrinkled his nose at the all too familiar scent.

Beron, ever the viper, chuckled darkly from his seat. “Seems the High Lady still can’t control her temper. At least it wasn't my wife this time.”

That was all it took.

Kallias and Rhysand lunged.

Power collided—ice, darkness, and fire. Winter’s wrath and Night’s might against the burn of Autumn. Beron blocked Kallias’ strike with a shield of fire, but the sheer force sent shockwaves through the hall, cracks spiderwebbing across the floor. Rhysand’s darkness engulfed Beron, snuffing out his flames.

“Enough!” Helion shouted, stepping between them, his golden power radiating as he formed a shield around everyone else.

But Kallias wasn’t listening. He could only think to protect, avenge, defend. His magic surged again, colder than death itself, as he bared his teeth.

“Kallias,” you managed to rasp, your voice raw from both the pain and the rising fear of what he might do.

He froze.

Then he was in front of you, dropping to his knees, cradling your face in his hands. His fury didn’t vanish—it was there, sizzling beneath the surface—but his focus shifted entirely to you.

“Hold on,” he whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. “I’ve got you.”

With a burst of his power, he winnowed you both away, the freezing air swallowing the sound of shouts and curses from the meeting room.

He had taken you to your shared chambers, the familiar scent of fir trees and eucalyptus wrapped around you like a comforting cocoon.

Kallias didn’t waste a moment. He led you to the edge of the bed to sit and carefully peeled away the burnt fabric. The sight of the angry, blistered skin made his breath hitch. He strode into the washroom to retrieve healing supplies before returning to your side. His fingers hovered above the wound, trembling slightly.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as if it were his fault. “I should’ve—”

“You couldn’t have stopped it,” you assured, wincing as he dabbed a cool cloth over the burn, the chill both soothing and sharp.

But Kallias didn’t respond. He clenched his jaw, his eyes shadowed with guilt as he worked. He was meticulous, his hands gentle, as if he feared hurting you more.

After delicately applying healing salves to the burns and wrapping them with a bandage, he sat beside you, his head in his hands.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No, it just tingles now. The salves are working.”

He released a sigh of relief. Then, softly, “When I saw you fall…” his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath. “I’ve faced war and impending death, but nothing has ever terrified me like that.”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

His grip tightened, pulling you into his arms with a desperation that made your heart ache. He held you as if you might disappear, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“I don’t ever want to feel that again,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You pressed a kiss to his temple, feeling his tension slowly ease. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

[riddleriddles]

ಇ margaret.

(delicate, part one)

pairing. mattheo riddle x hufflepuff!shy!reader

summary. After the night of the ball, Mattheo couldn’t shake the thoughts of that girl. No matter how hard he tried to focus on anything else, her image lingered in his mind.

add notes. hey guys, i kind of disappeared for a bit, but i’m back now (kinda of), and bringing more Mattheo because i just love him so much. I’ve been thinking about writing more and developing him a bit further, i still feel like I’m not doing him justice, so maybe there’ll be more of him from now on. And I translated this with AI this time, so let me know if it’s better than when I used Google.

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Mattheo was in the common room, immersed in a restless silence. The dim greenish glow of the fireplace was the only light, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. He stared at one of the paintings hanging on the wall, his hands buried in the pockets of his trousers. His eyes, though fixed on the painting in front of him, were unfocused. His mind wandered far beyond the room, lost in thoughts he couldn’t control.

In one hand, he balanced a cigarette between his fingers, occasionally bringing it to his lips with indifference. The bitter scent of smoke mingled with the heavy air in the room, but he seemed oblivious even to that. It was late—late enough that anyone else would have already been asleep. But for Mattheo, sleep was as distant as the faint moonlight barely creeping through the tall windows.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo was speaking incessantly, his excited tone filling the nearly empty room. He was recounting some Quidditch play with exaggerated enthusiasm, repeating details Mattheo had already heard countless times. Yet, Lorenzo’s words sounded like a distant buzz. It was impossible to care.

Because all that occupied Mattheo’s mind at that moment was her.

Mattheo hated it. He hated the weight of that involuntary obsession. It was as if she had quietly slipped in and taken possession of a space within him without asking for permission. He despised how his mind betrayed him, bringing back, like a cruel reflex, the memory of that smile she had given him at the ball. A shy, unpretentious smile, but one that had planted something within him—something he couldn’t name.

He knew how to handle girls. He always had. It was an art he mastered with ease, conducting encounters and flirtations with the skill of someone who knew the game well. But she… she didn’t play. She didn’t try. She didn’t need to. In fact, she had seemed genuinely surprised when he appeared beside her that night. And that unsettled him deeply.

“Mattheo, are you listening?” Lorenzo’s voice broke his thoughts like thunder, followed by a light pinch on his arm.

Mattheo blinked, reality slowly coming back to him. “Of course I’m not,” he answered flatly.

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, used to his friend’s lack of patience. “You’ve been off since that ball. Everything alright? Or did that girl actually get to you and your cold heart?”

“Don’t start, Enzo,” Mattheo replied with a frustrated sigh, leaning forward and crushing the cigarette in the silver ashtray on the table.

“Oh, it got to you,” Lorenzo laughed, teasing. “I’ve never seen you dance before. Especially not a waltz. And with a girl.”

“I was bored,” Mattheo lied, but the excuse came out with so little conviction that even he could tell how pathetic it sounded. He leaned back on the couch, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could push away the persistent images that kept invading his mind.

But if it was just boredom, why did he keep checking every room he entered, looking for her out of the corner of his eye? Why did that damn floral perfume seem embedded in his memory, like an echo that wouldn’t leave him?

The irritation burned inside him, slow and insidious. The way she had infiltrated his thoughts, occupying a space he hadn’t offered her, made him furious. She was like a riddle—and Mattheo hated riddles. Still, he knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore her, even if he tried.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he suddenly got up. “I’m heading to the dorm,” he announced, his tone making it clear the conversation was over.

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow in surprise, but his teasing grin remained. “Good night, broken heart,” he joked, but Mattheo didn’t respond.

When Mattheo reached the dormitory, he threw himself onto the bed with a low grunt, closing his eyes in a near-desperate motion. But the darkness didn’t bring the relief he had expected. On the contrary.

The first thing his mind conjured was the image of her bidding him farewell at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. The soft smile she had given him as she closed the door, the light of the hall reflecting off her shiny shoes as she carefully descended the stairs, holding the hem of her dress. It was an annoyingly vivid memory.

He turned on the bed, restless. He tried to push the thoughts away, but deep down he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. She wouldn’t leave his mind so easily. Not at all.

Days passed, dragged out, as if the universe was mocking Mattheo, torturing him while repeatedly playing those thoughts about her like a broken record. He tried to distract himself, searching for anything that would take him away from the constant irritation of being at the mercy of his own mind, but everything seemed utterly ineffective. Quidditch, and even the classes—which he no longer took as seriously—failed to pull his attention away and keep her image from his thoughts. And he hated it.

One day, Mattheo decided he would focus on the Quidditch practice. The cold wind sliced through his face as he flew with absurd precision, throwing the balls against the hoops with a force that seemed to expel his frustration along with them. But even then, something still distracted him. A simple glance at the stands and he realised: he was hoping she would be there, watching him. And the anger came back with full force. “This is ridiculous,” he repeated to himself, trying to refocus on the practice, but the truth was, nothing would pull him away from her.

That evening, the Great Hall exuded a vibrant atmosphere. The enchanted ceiling reflected a starry night sky, while floating candelabras gently spread a golden light across the long House tables. The sound of conversations and laughter mixed with the clinking of cutlery against silver plates. Platters overflowed with delicacies: succulent roasts, steaming bread, and colourful desserts that emitted a comforting aroma, filling the room with warmth that contrasted with the chilly air outside.

And then, there she was.

Mattheo saw her for the first time since that ball, and she seemed, if possible, even more enchanting. She was wearing her yellow and black daily robes, sitting near the centre of the Hufflepuff table, her face softly illuminated by the light of the candelabras. Her smile stood out among the crowd, and her hair, lightly tied up, seemed to catch the light in a way that made it glow gently. She leaned forward, laughing at something someone beside her had said—a trivial scene, but to Mattheo, it felt like the entire Great Hall had bent around her, as if the very room conspired to draw his attention to her.

In that instant, the buzz of conversations around him seemed to disappear, muffled by the intensity of his focus. He quickly glanced away, blinking repeatedly as he looked at his plate, his fingers tightening around the fork he was holding, as if that could push away the growing sense of discomfort. But the scent he had already come to know—that sweet floral perfume—seemed to linger in the air, even though she was metres away, as if the universe had decided to torment him.

The Great Hall, to Mattheo, had never seemed so crowded and, at the same time, so empty.

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The cold wind cut through the air in Hogsmeade that Saturday afternoon. The clear sky allowed the sun to shine gently, while the breeze stirred the leaves and flowers, which responded with a soft, rhythmic rustling. The small village was more crowded than usual, filled with excited Hogwarts students strolling through the stone streets. Between laughter and voices, the windows of candy, clothing, and curiosity shops made for a cozy, vibrant scene.

Mattheo walked calmly, having separated from his friends only a few minutes earlier. His hands rested in his pockets, and his mind was as distant as the mountains in the background. The sounds around him were nothing but muffled noise, unable to distract him from the thoughts that haunted him incessantly: her. He tried, in every way, to find a distraction, but it seemed useless. As if the universe insisted on mocking him, his eyes found her.

She was standing in front of one of the candy shops, looking undecided about whether to go in or not. With her hands holding her coat to protect herself from the cold, her shoulders were slightly hunched against the icy breeze. Her hair shone under the soft light of the afternoon sun, moving gently with the wind. She seemed so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice Mattheo approaching. He stopped a step ahead of her, hesitating for a moment, as if the simple act of approaching her required more effort than usual.

Then, she saw him. Her eyes widened slightly before a shy but genuine smile appeared on her face. That smile had been haunting Mattheo since the ball. She seemed surprised, as if meeting him here was the last thing she expected.

“Hi… Mattheo, right?” Her voice was soft, a little uncertain, but filled with sincere sweetness. There was a hesitation in her tone, as if she feared he might not remember her or, worse, might prefer not to speak with her.

Mattheo exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. For a brief moment, he was caught between the impact of that smile and her simple beauty. “Yeah, that’s right… What are you doing here alone… again?” he asked, a slight teasing tone slipping out unintentionally.

His eyes wandered over her face, as if trying to memorize every detail—the gentle curve of her lips, the faint blush coloring her cheeks, and the shy gleam in her eyes.

She laughed, a light and somewhat nervous sound, as her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, perhaps from the cold, perhaps from shyness. “I came to buy some chocolates. I don’t know how, but I ended up here. I think the smell of sugar drew me in.” She laughed at herself, as if finding her own distraction amusing.

Mattheo watched her closely. The calmness of that moment contrasted with the chaos that was unfolding inside him. This was the first time they were alone, without interruptions, and he realized that, although he had imagined this scene countless times in his mind, now he didn’t quite know what to say. He, who always had the right words, found himself momentarily lost. It was strange… and irritatingly fascinating.

“Actually, I was going to buy something next door…” he began, his voice coming out more casually than he had expected. “If you want company, maybe we could go together?”

She blinked, surprised, and then her eyes brightened with contained curiosity. “Sure, I’d love that. Maybe you can even help me choose something. I always get so indecisive in these candy shops.” She smiled lightly, her lips curving ever so slightly, but to Mattheo, it seemed like something monumental.

He managed a more genuine smile, feeling his own hesitation fade away. “Definitely. I’m practically an expert on chocolate, if you want to know.” He opened the door to the shop, inviting her in with a casual gesture.

Inside, the aroma of chocolate and sugar enveloped them. The conversation flowed easier than Mattheo had imagined, with her laughing softly at his ironic comments about the more eccentric sweets in the shop. He found that he enjoyed listening to her more than he had expected, and for the first time in days, his mind seemed less chaotic. It was as though being near her made everything a little clearer, a little simpler.

When they left the shop, both carrying bags full of candy, Mattheo felt a strange desire to prolong the moment. The cold wind didn’t seem so intense anymore, and the sound of her laughter echoed in his mind like music. He found himself looking at her again, noticing how the soft light of the late afternoon highlighted the delicate features of her face.

For a brief moment, he almost reached out to brush a strand of hair from her eyes, but he stopped. He didn’t want to be too forward. He didn’t know her well enough for such a casual gesture… at least, not yet.

When the sun began to set, they said their goodbyes. She smiled once more, a sweet and peaceful smile, before waving and heading toward the carriage with a friend. Mattheo stood there for a few moments, watching her walk away.

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The air around the lake was calm and serene, as still as the water that reflected the orange sky of the late afternoon. Only the subtle sound of the waves and the whisper of the wind through the trees filled the space. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft golden hue over everything, as if the world had paused in that moment. She sat by the lake, her legs crossed and her eyes fixed on the water’s surface, as if trying to uncover some invisible secret hidden there.

Mattheo saw her from a distance, and his breath faltered for a moment. How was it that she seemed to be everywhere lately? He knew he should simply move on, pretend he hadn’t seen her, but it felt like an impossible task. It was as though an invisible force was pulling him towards her, persistent and inevitable. Perhaps it was the way the sunlight seemed to dance in her hair, or the almost untouchable peace that seemed to surround her, in stark contrast to the chaos she always left in his mind.

He took a deep breath, pushing aside the strange shyness that only seemed to appear in her presence, and made his way over. The sound of his footsteps on the grass caught her attention, and she turned her face towards him, her eyes lighting up slightly. For a moment, she seemed surprised, but soon looked away again, returning her gaze to the lake in a calm posture, as if trying to hide any reaction.

“Do you always run off here alone?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stopped beside her.

She shrugged slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Sometimes. I like the peace here. No one comes around except in the summer.”

“I see,” he replied, sitting beside her without asking for permission, though he kept a respectful distance. “It’s the kind of place that makes you forget you’re surrounded by so many people all the time.”

“Exactly.” She nodded, turning her face towards him. Her eyes briefly examined his face, as if she was assessing his presence. “Here it feels… outside of reality.”

He nodded silently, relieved that she didn’t seem bothered by his approach. “A good place to think… or to escape,” he added lightly.

She chuckled softly, the sound delicate and almost musical. Mattheo noticed how her eyes would close slightly when she smiled, and had to look away to the water, afraid he was staring too intently.

For a few moments, silence stretched between them, but it was comfortable. The cool breeze from the lake brought a sense of calm, while the reflection of the sky on the water created an almost magical scene. Mattheo tried to think of something to say, but her natural ease made it harder than he’d like to admit.

“So, do you come here often?” he asked, his voice coming out quieter than he’d intended.

She turned her face towards him, her eyes soft and curious. “Yes, it’s one of my favourite places at the castle.”

He nodded, feeling a small satisfaction from learning something more about her. Any detail was valuable.

“I hope I’m not disturbing your peace,” he teased, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips.

She shook her head quickly, sincerity in her response. “Of course not. It’s nice to have company sometimes.”

Her answer caught him off guard, and he felt a more genuine smile spread across his face. But realising how silly it must have looked, he cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the lake, picking up a stone from the shore. He tossed it expertly, and the small rock skipped across the water three times before sinking.

“You’re good at that,” she commented, sounding a bit impressed. “I didn’t know it was one of your talents.”

“There are many things about me you don’t know,” he replied, with a teasing tone, though not daring to look at her directly. He didn’t notice the faint blush that coloured her cheeks.

She laughed softly, but didn’t respond, and that left him restless. He didn’t want the conversation to end there.

“Do you want to try?” He offered her another stone.

She hesitated for a moment before taking the stone from his hand, her fingers brushing his briefly. It was a brief touch, but one that left a warm trace in his mind. She threw the stone with a little less force than necessary, and it sank almost immediately.

She laughed at herself, that sweet, light sound he wanted to hear forever. “Clearly, I’m not as talented as you.”

Mattheo chuckled at her failed attempt, but, to him, it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable—the way she spoke, how she smiled, how she moved. He was lost for her, and he knew it.

“It just takes practice,” he said, trying to keep his tone casual while holding back a smile.

The afternoon passed with laughter, casual conversation, and more attempts on her part to skip stones across the lake, all equally disastrous. But Mattheo didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred it this way. Any excuse to stay beside her, watching every little detail, was more than enough.

And as the sun began to hide behind the trees, casting the sky in deeper tones, Mattheo realised that his affection for her was growing at an almost alarming rate. But he didn’t want to stop.

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During Herbology class, the afternoon was warm. The students were scattered around the garden, working with the magical and exotic plants they were being taught to handle. Professor Sprout was observing closely, walking between the rows, supervising everyone’s efforts.

She was focused, struggling with a bold plant that had, without warning, begun to wind itself around her arm. With every movement she made, the plant tightened, as though it had a mind of its own and no friendly intentions.

“Oi! All right there?” Mattheo’s voice suddenly called, close enough to startle her. He approached with that playful smile on his lips, and she hadn’t realised he had been watching her since the beginning of the class.

She jumped slightly, turning to face him while still fighting against the stubborn plant. “I’m fine, yeah,” she replied with a slightly awkward smile, trying to cover up the disastrous situation. “It’s just… I haven’t quite figured out how to deal with this little plant.”

Mattheo laughed. He found it adorable how, even with the plant practically choking her arm, she still tried to maintain composure. But he could see right through the façade.

“Here, let me help,” he offered, stepping close enough for her to catch a faint whiff of his cologne, mixed with a trace of cigarette smoke on his robes. It wasn’t unpleasant, but unmistakable.

Now, with him so close, she noticed details she hadn’t before: the discreet scar on his cheek that she’d never noticed, and another that she liked to observe on the tip of his nose.

He wasn’t wearing the usual green and black Slytherin cloak, only the white shirt and loosely tied tie. His sleeves rolled up revealed strong forearms. With an absurd ease, he began untangling the plant from her arm.

“Is this all you can do? Let a little plant tear you to pieces?” he asked in a mocking tone, inspecting the marks the plant had left.

“Or do you like the pain?” He laughed, gently taking her hand to examine it more closely. His hands were cold and rough, but the touch, surprisingly, was gentle, as though he was trying not to hurt her more.

“Of course not, shut up!” She quickly replied, giving him a playful tap on the shoulder while letting out a light laugh. “It’s just that this plant, in particular, is a bit more�� complex.”

“Complex?” A smile formed on his face. “It’s just another stupid plant,” he said, gently releasing her arm. His words made her give him a small frown.

“That’s what you think!” She shot back, pointing a finger directly at his chest. “This ‘stupid plant’ is worth the effort if you learn how to deal with it”

“Ah, right. And I suppose you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He teased, with a mischievous smile. She squinted her eyes at him, clearly not finding it funny.

“I’ll learn, alright?” She replied firmly, though he doubted her conviction would last long.

Mattheo chuckled quietly, stepping back a bit and crossing his arms while watching her with an amused— and something more, something he kept carefully hidden— look. “Oh, I’m sure you will.”

Determined, she tried again. She touched the plant carefully, moving her other hand with a pair of scissors, but it didn’t work. As soon as she got too close, the plant grabbed her arm again, this time with more force, causing her to bite her cheek in an attempt to hold back the pain.

Mattheo rolled his eyes as he watched her make the same mistake, but when he noticed the discomfort in her expression and the visibly tight grip on her arm, his face shifted. He quickly approached.

“Wait, let me take care of this,” he said, taking her arm again, this time with more urgency. He was so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Relax your arm,” he instructed, his voice low and firm.

She obeyed, relaxing her arm, and after a few seconds, the plant gave way. He released it, while she quickly pulled her arm back, massaging her sore wrist.

“I’m never going to finish this task,” she complained, still rubbing the spot.

“Stop whining,” Mattheo said with a cheeky smile, his voice firm but laid-back. “You’re just being too nice to the plant. That’s not how it works.”

His words made her glare at him with a challenging look, as though silently daring him to show her something better.

“Watch and learn,” he said confidently — perhaps a bit too confidently. He stepped closer to the plant, rolling up his sleeves to avoid getting his shirt dirty. He studied the position of the roots for a few seconds before grabbing the plant with far more force than she had dared. Then, with scissors in hand, he cut the necessary parts with precision, finishing the task effortlessly.

“How can you be kind to a plant like that? That’s not how it works,” he remarked, wiping his hands with a cloth.

She watched the scene with a strange feeling growing in her stomach. It was odd seeing him so forceful with something, as he always seemed so calm and carefree. His sleeves rolled up, his strong arms, the confident manner — something about it made her blush. He looked strangely handsome in that moment.

“Hm, you’re rather good at that. Another skill of yours I had no idea existed,” she said, regaining her composure as she bent down to gather the little fruits that had fallen to the ground.

“There are plenty of things you still don’t know I’m good at,” he said casually, with an enigmatic smile.

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The cold night wind blew gently across the castle courtyard, where she sat on one of the stone benches, reviewing her notes. Mattheo, who had a habit of seeking her out at night, was leaning against a nearby column, watching her in silence while pretending to be distracted.

“You know staring at me isn’t going to help me study, right?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the parchment in front of her, though a small smile played at her lips.

“I’m not staring, I’m just—” He began, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Well, well, look who I find here.” Cedric Diggory’s unmistakably confident voice cut through the air, and Mattheo immediately straightened up, crossing his arms as he observed the new arrival.

She looked up, surprised, and forced a smile, a little nervous. “Hi, Cedric. Long time no see.”

Cedric stopped in front of her, his bright, warm smile — the one so many people found charming — still intact. “That’s true. I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

“Not at all,” she replied, looking away slightly, visibly uncomfortable. “But I’ve been busy with studies.”

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, observing the interaction with a neutral expression, but anyone who knew him well would notice the tension in his jaw. He stayed silent, but his gaze never left Cedric.

“Well, I’m glad to see you’re alright,” Cedric continued, completely ignoring Mattheo’s presence. He leaned in slightly, in a casual gesture, though it seemed a bit too intimate for those watching. “You know, I still feel bad about that night…”

She froze for a moment, a bit unsettled by the mention, before lowering her gaze. “Oh… Cedric, that’s in the past. No need to worry about it now.”

Mattheo frowned, curious and visibly suspicious, but he remained where he was, his hands now clenched into loose fists.

“Still, I want to apologise. You deserved someone who—”

“Cedric,” she interrupted, her voice soft but firm. Standing up from the bench, she looked away once more. “It’s really fine. I’ve gotten over it. We’re friends, right?”

Cedric’s smile faltered for a moment, but he nodded. “Of course. Friends.” He stepped back a little, seeming slightly uncomfortable. “Well, I hope to see you at the next match. It was good seeing you.”

“It was good to see you too,” she said, maintaining her calm posture, though still visibly shy.

Cedric waved one last time before walking away, finally noticing Mattheo’s presence, but not caring much about it. As soon as he disappeared down the corridor, silence hung between them.

“So…” Mattheo broke the silence, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Friends, is it?”

She rolled her eyes, sitting back down on the bench. “Yes, friends. You heard.”

“Because it seemed more like he was trying to… I don’t know… redeem himself or something,” Mattheo said, stepping closer, leaning against the bench beside her, his arms still crossed. “Is there something I should know?”

She sighed, closing the parchment. “It’s nothing important. Cedric was… just a disappointment, nothing more. And it’s in the past.”

He raised an eyebrow, the jealousy clear in his eyes. “A disappointment, huh?”

“Yes, Mattheo. A disappointment.” She looked at him seriously, though with a hint of amusement in her gaze. “And for your information, I feel absolutely nothing for him.”

“Really?” He leaned in a little, his face closer to hers. “Because it seemed like he still feels something for you.”

She shook her head, laughing lightly. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” He smiled, though there was something challenging in his expression. “If I’m ridiculous, then what is he?”

“Uninteresting.”

Her quick reply surprised both her and him. Mattheo blinked, looking a little less tense, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips. “Uninteresting, huh?”

She shrugged, feigning indifference. “Yes. And are you going to keep insisting on this, or will you let me finish studying?”

He watched her for a moment before grinning, leaning in even closer until their faces were dangerously near. “I think I can accept that… for now.”

Her eyes widened slightly, her heart racing at the proximity. He noticed, but instead of pulling back, he just gave her a small smile before pulling away again, giving her space — but not much.

“Good luck with your studies, then,” he said, his voice carrying a tone she couldn’t quite decipher, before leaning back against the column and staying there, as if he had no plans of leaving anytime soon.

The silence took over them both again, but after a few minutes, he stepped closer still and, in a low tone, almost as if testing his words, asked:

“Was it him who made you cry that night at the ball?”

She was momentarily speechless, her face flushing slightly as she looked at him, nervous. She couldn’t meet Mattheo’s eyes, but the memory of that night still affected her deeply. Her fingers began to play with the edges of the parchment, looking for something to focus on.

“Yes…” she answered, her voice soft and hesitant. “It was him.”

Mattheo felt a wave of protectiveness surge within him. His eyes darkened for a moment, as if the thought of Cedric causing her pain bothered him deeply. He moved a little closer, his voice now laden with concern.

“He doesn’t deserve a single ounce of your attention,” he said, the softness of his words contrasting with the intensity of his gaze.

She looked up at him, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. Even without saying anything further, she knew Mattheo was there for her, with no reservations, ready to protect whatever was necessary.

“I know,” she replied, a shy smile beginning to form on her lips, comforting yet tinged with vulnerability.

He watched her for a moment, a protective expression on his face, and then gave a slight smile, softer this time, as though he was finally understanding what truly mattered.

“Don’t worry,” he said, in a tone that seemed to promise something. “I’m here.”

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Mattheo stood in the dark corridor, hands in his pockets, trying to control the whirlwind of thoughts still spinning in his head. Enzo was beside him, observing his friend patiently. But the silence between them was growing uncomfortable. The tension radiating off Mattheo was almost palpable.

“Mate, you’re freaking out over this?” Enzo finally spoke, his voice low and bored, breaking the silence.

Mattheo looked at him, his eyes slightly irritated. “I’m not freaking out. I just… didn’t expect to feel this way, you know? I didn’t think I’d be so… bothered.” He took a step forward, stopping in front of one of the cold castle walls. “But he can’t just show up like nothing’s happened. And she… she seems so… calm.”

Enzo sighed, arms crossed. “You’re talking about Cedric, right?”

“Who else?” Mattheo muttered, almost growling, his eyes fixed on an invisible point on the wall. “He shouldn’t be so comfortable around her. And what’s worse is, she doesn’t seem to care. It’s like just another conversation, just another interaction. But what am I, Enzo? A spectator? damnit.”

Enzo moved closer to him, not showing much surprise at Mattheo’s behaviour, but still visibly paying attention. “And you think she’ll start thinking about you if you keep doing this? If you keep torturing yourself, waiting for things to sort themselves out?”

Mattheo turned to face him, frustration clear on his face. “I know what you’re trying to say, but I’m not an idiot, Enzo. I already know what she feels, I’ve already seen it, she’s not the type to make things clear that easily. And if I try to do something, I’ll just make things worse. I’m not… like him.”

Enzo gave a tired smile, shaking his head. “Mate, you’re hiding behind this idea of ‘I’m not like him’. I know what you’ve got in your head, but… maybe you need to stop thinking there’s a manual on how to act here. Just go up to her. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got a chance, but if you keep going like this, you’ll lose it, and in the end, what will be left?”

Mattheo remained silent for a while, his gaze fixed on the floor. He knew Enzo was right, but the idea of approaching her still felt so distant, like he had lost control over the situation.

“She should be in the greenhouse,” Mattheo commented, his voice tinged with slight hesitation but also resignation.

“Yeah,” Enzo replied, already knowing where this was headed. “Now go on, or do you want to keep complaining for another hour?”

Mattheo looked at him, a little irritated, but also unsure of how to react. He knew what Enzo was suggesting wasn’t just about having a simple chat. He was telling Mattheo to open up in a way he didn’t allow himself to. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t let things continue like this.

Mattheo let out a heavy sigh and started walking towards the greenhouse. Enzo watched him for a moment, his expression serious but still offering silent support.

The cold wind cut through the empty greenhouses as she stayed there, alone, organising her materials and rereading notes from the day’s class. The light from the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting an orange glow across the room. She was so focused that she didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” The familiar voice of Mattheo came from behind her, relaxed, with that trademark tone that made her roll her eyes — and, at the same time, smile.

She turned around, surprised, holding a quill in her hand. “You’re still here? I thought you’d have run off to the common room by now.”

“And leave you here alone, exhausted and lost in your thoughts?” He stepped closer with a teasing smile, stopping next to the counter where she worked. “Seems a bit irresponsible of me, don’t you think?”

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “I’m fine. Just wanted to finish reviewing this before tomorrow.”

“Of course you did,” he replied, crossing his arms and casually leaning against the counter. “Always so diligent. But you know the plants aren’t going to run away if you leave them for tomorrow, right?”

She returned her focus to the notes, trying to ignore his closeness. “I’d rather be sure. Besides, if I head to the castle now, I’ll probably just get distracted.”

“So, you admit I’m a distraction.” He smiled, his gaze full of amusement.

She paused for a second, realising what she had said, and blushed slightly. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Of course not,” he tilted his head, his eyes watching her every reaction. “But it’s not like it’s a lie.”

She huffed, trying to stifle a smile as she returned to her materials on the counter. “If you’ve only come here to tease me, you might as well head back to the castle.”

“Maybe I came for another reason.” He took a step forward, now standing even closer, enough that she could feel his warmth, despite the cold around them.

She lifted her eyes to meet his, trying to maintain composure. “And what might that be?”

He hesitated for a moment, the smile fading slightly, but the sparkle in his eyes remained. “Sometimes, I think you’re the only person who hasn’t realised.”

“Realised what?” The question escaped her lips before she could stop herself.

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned in a little more, his face close enough that she could smell the faint scent of tobacco mixed with something woody. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the silence seemed louder than any words.

“This.” The word came out before he closed the gap between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, but confident kiss.

She froze for a second, surprised, before relaxing slightly. The kiss was gentle, as if he was waiting for her to pull away. But she didn’t pull away.

When he broke the kiss, the smile returned to his face, now softer and almost challenging. “Maybe that clears things up.”

She was still processing what had just happened, her heart racing, words escaping her. “You kissed me.”

“And you liked it.” He took a step back, but his gaze remained fixed on hers, as if waiting for some sort of confirmation.

She sighed, a small, involuntary smile appearing on her lips. “I liked it.”

He laughed, shaking his head, and extended a hand to help her gather the scattered materials. “Come on, or Professor Sprout’s going to turn us into fertiliser for being late.”

Without realising it, she let him accompany her back to the castle, and this time, the silence between them felt comfortable — and full of new feelings.

[poindexters-labratory]

Wow, what a colorful cast of characters, they must be so caring and kind :D

UHHH tell me your favorite one :3 Because I'm flying in aeroplanes tomorrow and I'll be bored

[phemiec]

A Mouthwashing (and How Fish is Made) fansong, unfortunately from Jimmy’s POV mostly, sorry. 🐴 Music and lyrics by me, PhemieC

NOTE: this is my first fansong in five years, and sad to say but my voice has been decimated by illness in the last few years, so please don’t go into this expecting it to sound the same as my old stuff.

That being said, I have released an instrumental version, and I would LOVE to hear covers from other vocalists! Feel free to post and sell if you make a cover as well. <3

LYRICS UNDER CUT

[verse 1] Momma bird sleeping and her nest is empty Pretty and clean I feel the crease of envy Cutting a line right through the sky above me Healthy and green just like a good tree should be Momma bird leaving now her eggs are lonely Out from the underbrush I creep so slowly I’ll lay my own, her home is sound and safe, he’s Grey like a stone among her round blue babies She’ll never tell if she’s a few shells lighter Quick cracking clever comes my little fighter  Babes that feel safer they hatch so much slower Thrown down below then by my own fast grower Momma returns to feed her only child he Smells like a stranger and he cries so loudly Drinks of his fill while I look up on proudly Picking away at the discarded bounty 

[chorus] What hides inside has the skill to thrive Do you have the will to decide to survive? A parasite needs you alive To feed their growing appetite 

[verse 2] Thing crawling thirsty, shared flesh, a blessing Drink of my stagnancy, the taste refreshing Carry a part of me and keep on climbing  Top of the ladder’s just a place for dying Dread in your gullet, ignore it, buddy Lead in the bullet, it’s harmless, mostly Let me consume you, let you defend me Curling protector, my friendly fresh meat Im in control now and I like the feeling I’ll play the role of every wound you’re healing Follow the leader was always my thing Swallow your pills and lay still, unwrithing Master of puppets is my one objective Real apex predators can be selective Relay your message, it won’t stop the spread if I replace your tongue when I open your head up

[chorus] What hides inside has the skill to thrive Do you have the will to decide to survive? A parasite keeps you alive To feed their growing appetite 

[verse 3] My stress relief, she keeps asking questions I can’t believe she thinks I’ll learn her lesson Nothing outside of me will ever get in No mocking birdie with an unblinking grin Four beating hooves, I hate to hear them thunder Trample the metal tomb I’m buried under braying beast, neighing in the womb inside her Breaking its legs to glue you back together

[chorus] What hides inside has the skill to thrive Do you have the will to decide to survive? A parasite needs you alive To feed their growing appetite…

[aventurineswife]

aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury hehe…[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha

anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee 💕✨

“I'm sorry, but who are you?”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.

Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).

A/N: thanks for the reminder, anon! 😪😮‍💨I really need to drink some water

Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.

"You… you are… who exactly?"

The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.

"You don’t remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.

You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I don’t think so. Sorry… am I supposed to?"

Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.

"I suppose I’ve miscalculated…" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.

But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.

"I—"

Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was just… testing you?"

The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.

You smiled. "I think I’ll keep you on your toes."

And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presence—one he could no longer imagine being without.

Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadn’t slipped into some other world.

"You… you don’t recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.

You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "I’m sorry… I don’t think I do. Are we… close?"

The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racing—how could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond he’d built so carefully with you...

"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose it’s a part of the dream, isn't it? To forget… to lose everything."

You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, I… I didn’t mean to forget you."

You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.

A moment of stillness.

Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose we’ll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.

You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."

A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.

Ratio’s usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.

"You—don’t remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadn’t expected.

You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "I… I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you."

His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite place—was it hurt? Disbelief?

"I see. This is… unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didn’t fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."

You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.

You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "I’m sorry… but I’m sure we’ve met before. I just—"

He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.

"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."

You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. You’re the one who always insists on teaching me things."

His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."

Ratio’s usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."

And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.

Me lmaoo

[crushmeeren]

ᯓ★ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM.

⋆ ft. seishiro, yoichi, meguru, hyoma ⋆

⋆ cw ; unprotected sex, mentions of birth control pills, the kind of sex where you both wake up in the middle of the night and melt into one another.

master list

ᯓ★ seishiro

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

For the most part, when you tell him, Seishiro would take it in stride.

It’d be funny though, Seishiro’s video game character dying miserably in the background as he stared at you, dumbstruck. Sleepy eyes wide because he can’t believe you want him to fuck you raw.

“You — what?” He’d still be wearing a semi - bored expression, but his knuckles would turn white from the harsh the grip on his switch.

You’d shake your head with fondness and a soft smile, repeating, “The next time we have sex, I don’t want you to wear a condom, Sei. What do you think?”

Seishiro would swallow the heat creeping up his throat and shift in place on the couch, all his blood rushing south. His dick would get hard just from the thought, sticking hot and heavy to his inner thigh. His shorts would do a pathetic job covering it.

Seishiro’s head would tilt, brows scrunching together. “Won’t you get pregnant?”

“I’m on the pill dummy. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Seishiro would blink a few times and hum, abandoning his switch on the couch. Next time is too far away, he wants to fuck you right now.

He’d drag you to the bedroom and push you on the mattress, pulling his shirt off and shoving at his waistband enough to let his cock bob free.

“Sei! At least take off my underwear!” You’d chide, wrists caught in big hands and pinned by your head as he interrupted your disrobing. Your sweats would lay in a crumpled heap beside you.

“Not waiting,” he’d mutter, inching closer between your legs. He’d gather your wrists in one hand and hook his fingers in the soft fabric of your panties to pull them aside, stroking his cock after. He’d slide his tip over your clit a few times, pleasure jolting through you.

The satisfying stretch would be accompanied by a slight burn, pussy not quite wet enough for him. Not that you’d give a fuck, you’d be as impatient as Seishiro, if not more. “Fuck, Sei,” you’d moan and gasp. “Feels so different without a condom. You’re so big.”

“It’s so fucking good,” he’d whine, thrusting without your say so, pushing your shirt to your collarbone to watch your tits bounce. Seeing Seishiro’s eyes roll back would have red hot pleasure rushing up your spine.

He’d throw one leg over his shoulder and bend you in half, hands planted by your shoulders. “M’gonna cum soon,” he’d warn. “Touch yourself.”

He’d hold out for thirty more seconds, but he wouldn’t stop. Seishiro would use how slick he’d made you to his advantage, working you through your own burst of pleasure.

The sensation, the filthy noise, it’d be enough to make you feel the need to confess your sins in church.

ᯓ★ yoichi

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Yoichi would choke on the water he’s drinking when you ask.

“Sorry,” he’d wheeze, hacking up a lung as his cheeks flush bright pink. You’d rub his back, waiting for him to calm down.

“So, do you want to?”

Yoichi’s mouth would open, then close, then he’d set his water bottle down on the kitchen counter. “You’re serious?” He’d chew on his bottom lip. “You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“I really really want to feel you.”

You’d sink down on Yoichi’s cock that evening, after he insisted you ride him because he’s “certain he’ll cum too fast if he controls the pace.” He’d toss his head onto the back of the couch, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hips and digging his nails into your skin.

“Oh god,” he’d moan, loud and needy when you lift up halfway and sit down. You’d clutch his shoulders and use the leverage to help yourself bounce. Dragging a gasp from him that echoes throughout the room when your pussy squeezes tight on purpose.

You’d ride him slow and sweet, trail your lips over his jaw, and press close to whisper in his ear, “You love this, don’t you Yoichi?”

“So fucking much,” he’d pant. Yoichi’s hands would slide to your ass and hold you aloft, heels digging into plush carpet as he thrusts so hard your eyes pop wide open. You’d fall against him and press your nose to his temple, hugging him close. He’d be so warm.

Yoichi would finish fast. He’d grind you back and forth in his lap, cock throbbing steadily, muttering, “Sorry, sorry baby — fuck, sorry. Gonna make you cum, promise.”

ᯓ★ meguru

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

You’d be mid fuck, staring at Meguru who’s tilted his head towards the ceiling. Who’s moaning with his mouth hanging open and smiling like your pussy’s told him directly she loves his cock. He’d bite his bottom lip and squeeze your thighs, moaning your name. Eyes glued to your bouncing tits.

After several shots last weekend, Meguru’d let it slip how bad he needs to fuck your pussy raw. How he jerks off to the thought of it way more often than is healthy because he doesn’t want to push you into something you don’t want.

Drunk words are sober thoughts, they say.

The sudden urge to help him fulfill his dreams would overpower any lingering reservations.

“Take the — oh god, take the condom off, Meguru.” Your hand would press against his lower belly, urging him to pull out.

He’d freeze, pelvis pressed to your ass, and tilt his head. “Did you just say what I think you did?” His tone would be overeager, like a puppy.

“Yes,” you’d confirm, head bobbing.

The condom would be off in less than ten seconds.

Meguru’d be whiny and loud as he pushes in, hips jerking with tiny movements. “I need to cum. Now. Pretty please baby, can I? Your pussy feels so good — I can’t last.”

His cock would twitch and your pussy’d tighten. It’d be no shock at all that he’s so sensitive. “Yeah,” you’d breathe. “As long as you keep going after.”

Meguru would moan and fuck you like he’s paying for it. Head buried into your shoulder, hands tucked under your ass and gripping tight. Your collar bone would grow damp from how hotly he’d pant, sinking his teeth in as he let himself cum.

No matter. He’d fuck you through his overstimulation, not stopping for a second until you’ve had your fun.

ᯓ★ hyoma

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Hyoma wouldn’t be proud at his lack of self discipline in the heat of the moment.

You’d asked him a long time ago how he’d felt about it. Refusing to look him in the eyes when the topic was brought up because you’d been daydreaming about taking him raw for quite some time.

He’d assured you he really, really wanted to, but he’d explained he’d rather not take a single chance at having a surprise baby, even if you were on birth control. You’d respected his wishes and moved on.

Sleepy, soft sex with Hyoma is great. You’d wake up late into the night from a filthy dream of him and, with limbs that’d still be heavy with sleep, you’d shift in bed to face him. Nuzzling your nose against his, pressing sweet kisses to his mouth until he woke up enough to get the hint.

He’d encourage you to turn again, snaking an arm under your neck and letting it wrap around your shoulders to pull you close. You’d both be half asleep still, as Hyoma gripped your thigh and lifted it. As he wiggled his hips until the tip of his cock parted the lips of your pussy.

As he slid his thick cock inside you. Raw.

It’d send a jolt down your spine, brain coming on line a bit more. “Hyo,” you’d gasp, his heavy answering moan vibrating your shoulder blade. “You didn’t — what about the condom? Are you sure?”

He’d give you a high pitched whine. “Don’t want it, baby.”

You wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth as the first slow drag of his cock knocked the breath from your lungs. It’d be the kind of sex that’s steady and sensual, his cock never going too deep, wrapped up in Hyoma’s arms.

Hyoma wouldn’t truly realize what he’s done until after he’s cum inside you.

“Thought you wanted to use a condom?” You’d pant softly, scrunching your nose at the sticky, sweaty sensation of Hyoma’s belly against your lower back.

He’d stiffen slightly, hugging you. “I couldn’t help myself,” he’d mumble. It’d be easy to tell he’s pouting without looking.

“We’re never using condoms again. Just so you know.”

Hyoma’d sigh dramatically, but in the morning he’d throw out the half full box of condoms in your bedside drawer.

[mrs-hatake]

Jealous LADS Men

Pairing: Caleb x F!Reader, Sylus x F!Reader & Zayne x F!Reader. ⟡ Genre: Jealousy ⟡ Word Count: 1158 ⟡ O.D.P (Original Date of Publication): December 24th, 2024

A/N: i blame woo do hwan for this (he’s all the men u flirt with lol) ;u;

Sylus

It’s not common for Sylus to leave N109 to venture into other cities. It’s even rarer for him to be in Linkon in broad daylight. 

But Sylus has noticed a…shift in Your behavior recently. Sylus is too mature to admit that curiosity is eating him up inside but he will confess that Your lack of appearance at his manor has piqued his interest. 

At first, Sylus brushes it off as You being busy with work. Wanderers have been sprouting about it recently so he imagines the hunters have been off to battle frequently. With the increase in numbers of those filthy creatures, they’re probably grabbing any hunter they can find.

Yet when the dangers have dispersed, You still barely show up at his place. Just this morning Sylus has scoffed at himself for pacing around his study, as if he’s some pup eagerly waiting for his master’s return. 

Bothered at himself, Sylus sends out Mephisto to track your location.

The robotic bird informs him that You’re at the Deepspace Hunter Association’s main building, working on some documents.

This is how we find Sylus expertly bypassing all the security cameras and alarms installed in the building. He hears Mephisto through the earpiece that You’re currently at the outdoor training grounds with your friends.

Sylus is on the roof overlooking the training grounds without breaking a sweat. 

He sees a group of cadets gathered around a matted area. There are rows of benches surrounding the makeshift ring where two boxers are battling it out.

Sylus snaps his fingers and a pair of binoculars emerge through a smoke of crimson red. It doesn’t take him too long to spot You. 

You’re sitting in the middle, friends surrounding You left and right. A white eyebrow raises in curiosity as You and Your friends say something and then burst into a fit of giggles. 

Sylus sees one of Your friends pointing towards the ring, whispering something to You before You playfully shove her. 

Following where Your friend is pointing, Sylus’ gaze lands on the two men fighting on the ring. Specifically, a black haired man with very slanted eyes. The man fights seriously, as if he is facing an enemy. He knocks out his opponent in two minutes which earns him an eruption of cheers from the group of girls. Sylus doesn’t miss how loudly you clap and cheer for him.

Sylus’ insides curled in protest at the repulsive sight. 

You’ve been away this whole time because of some…some, pretty boy?

Sylus has never thought of You as someone so superficial. Or as someone who’s looking to date. Because even when Sylus drags you to all those parties You hate, where men drool all over You, some bold enough to flirt, You never paid them attention. 

But You’re acting like a shy school girl over this insignificant bug? Ridiculous. 

Movement below catches Sylus attention again. It takes every ounce of self control for Sylus to not break his binoculars.

The little bug runs up to You when he notices You holding a cold bottle of water and clean towels for him. The boy flashes You what he thinks is a charming smile (Sylus thinks he looks like a creep) and throws a wink Your way before he’s back on the ring.

Snapping the binoculars away, Sylus turns away from the revolting scene.

Should You grace Sylus with Your presence, he’ll show just how pretty and strong a man can be.

Zayne

Zayne absolutely despises going to the coffee shop across the street from Deepspace Hunter Association’s main building. He yearns to take You to a different coffee shop but Your lunch break is only an hour and any other decent coffee shop is at least thirty minutes away from Your workplace. 

Zayne has suggested that he brings You lunch to work, tempting You by promising that he’ll cook all of Your favorite meals but You refused. 

You’ve explained to him that being stuck at work all day long is driving You crazy and You’re not going to sacrifice Your freedom and sanity no matter what. 

So Zayne has to sit in this humble sized coffee shop with hanging flowers decorating the walls and soft jazz music playing in the background. 

To be honest, the establishment isn’t so bad. The prices are reasonable. The food they serve is very delicious and Zayne will admit that their coffee is the best in the city. So, really, Zayne doesn’t have any reason to complain about this place.

Except for the fact that one of their baristas is an attractive young man that You’ve been eyeing ever since they had hired him.

Zayne has to watch You with a hollow heart as You bat Your eyes prettily at the man with slanted eyes as he compliments Your dress. The dress that Zayne has seen You purchased on Your phone just like this. 

A compliment or two from men is fine, Zayne doesn’t mind it much. You are a beautiful woman after all so he doesn’t blame them. But does the barista have to draw hearts, flowers and cute emojis in all of Your coffee orders?

At least Zayne doesn’t have to hear You gushing about him like You do with Tara. He fears he might do something illegal if he does. 

Caleb

There really should be a support group for men who are not only bother-zoned but have to spend their only day off of the week watching their crush flirt with another man.

Caleb is sitting on his beach towel with his arms crossed as he shoots lasers at the lifeguard talking to You. He holds back screams of frustration as You shyly laugh at something the other man said and playfully smack his well defined pectorals. 

What’s worse is that You’re wearing a frilly pink bikini that Caleb loves so much. It’s not fair that the lifeguard, some loser who’s most likely a closeted creep and perv, gets to freely ogle at Your smoking hot body while Caleb can’t.

Internally, Caleb screams, a cacophony of frustration and envy echoing in the hollows of his mind.  Every laugh from Your lips feels like a dagger to his heart. Each flirtatious glance You exchanged with the lifeguard made his blood boil. 

The final straw is when You call him gege. Yes, gege can be used for anyone but You know that this honorific is Caleb’s weakness. You’re also aware of how upset he gets when You use it on other men, even You have called out his illogical mindset. 

Unable to stomach the sight before him, Caleb is on his feet. He’s trudging to the lifeguard station where you’re both at. 

He’ll snatch You away from that snake and drag You back home if it means it will put an end to Caleb’s torture. 

You being angry is a price he’s willing to pay because, by the end of the night, he’ll make sure You’re his. 

[evajzcks]

shattering control ── tom riddle x reader

summary: tom gets in a fight for you for the first time and you help him clean his wounds

warnings: none? grumpy tom x sunshine reader

word count: idk but it is short

everything happened so fast. one moment, he was standing in the hallway, and the next, he was throwing punches at the guy who was trying to get your attention.

tom wasn’t an impulsive man. he never acted on impulse. everything he did was calculated, controlled, and with the intention of achieving something. but the moment he saw the discomfort on your face and the way the ravenclaw was grabbing your arm, he lost it.

“hey, I’m trying to talk to you,” you said when you noticed tom wasn’t listening to you.

“i’m listening,” tom muttered, still lost in his thoughts.

his hands were still shaking from adrenaline. when he closed his eyes, he could still see the red that blinded him the moment he lost control.

“you’re clearly not. otherwise, you would’ve sat on the bed already,” you said, rolling your eyes. “you’re just standing there like a creep.”

after tom finally came back to his senses, you brought him to your room and tried to clean his knuckles. but he just stood there, staring at his bloodied hands.

your relationship with tom wasn’t a secret to anyone. most of the time, the two of you were together after being paired up in defense against the dark arts class. it all started with silent study sessions in the library, both of you enjoying the other’s presence. then came lingering looks, followed by little touches here and there.

while you were energetic, bright, and talkative, tom was calm, controlled, and dark. yet somehow, your contrasting personalities seemed to complement each other perfectly.

“i was just thinking,” tom finally said after a moment, sitting on your bed and watching as you grabbed what looked like a first-aid kit.

“care to share your thoughts?” you asked, softly taking his hands and beginning to clean his wounds with care.

“i don’t know what happened to me,” he admitted quietly. the way you were tending to his hands, the fight, the blur in his head—it all felt too overwhelming.

tom hadn’t been raised with a family, nor had he ever cared about anyone but himself. that was, until you came into his life. now, the rage that consumed him when he saw the guy with you felt like it was tearing down the control he’d spent years mastering, along with the walls he’d built around his emotions.

“why don’t you use magic?” tom asked, watching you with a soft but puzzled expression. “it’s more efficient.”

“but it’s less caring,” you replied, kissing his hands gently. “and clearly, you feel something very strong for me, considering you just got into your first fight over a girl and almost killed a classmate.”

“if i acted with control, i probably would’ve done worse,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he noticed the smile tugging at your lips.

“oh yes, you would’ve hexed him!”

“worse…” he murmured, disgusted with his actions. if he’d waited, he might have ended up tossing a body into the black lake by now.

“he was bothering me, but you know you can’t just kill everyone, right?” you teased, starting to clean the small bruise on his lip. “i’ll kiss it better.”

“you’re mine, and people should know that,” tom said, pretending to be annoyed by the care you were giving him. “you’ve grown too soft.”

“and you’re grumpy,” you replied, placing a soft kiss on his lips and smiling slightly. “also, you can’t say I’m yours when you won’t even let me call you boyfriend.”

“don’t play with that, Y/N,” he said, gripping your hips firmly as he pulled you into his lap, his earlier worries long forgotten. “that term is too mundane. you know we’re past that.”

a/n: this is my first fanfic here on tumblr so let me know if you liked!!!!!!!! i might do a part two but this time longer 😞

[ms-snape]

Ok I have the sweetest idea! Can you please write severus with a female reader who is just fascinated with his long hair and asks to style it for him, nothing crazy but you know bows like lucius or braids

Title: For me?

Warning: None, just pure fluff

Words Count: 1000+

Masterlist

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In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, Y/N flitted through the halls like a vibrant breath of fresh air. As the Herbology professor, she was well-versed in nurturing both plants and the students who so often found themselves enchanted by her passion. However, it was not just her lessons that captured the attention of those around her; it was the way she lit up at the mere mention of Severus Snape, the brooding Potions Master with a heart as deep as the dungeons he called home.

Severus, with his raven-black hair that cascaded like a dark waterfall, was a source of quiet intrigue. Though he preferred solitude, he found solace in Y/N’s company. Her laughter echoed like music, warming the cold stone walls of the castle. But there was one aspect of Severus that Y/N simply could not resist—his hair. To her, it was not merely an accessory but a canvas, a tapestry waiting for her gentle hands to weave magic into it.

“Severus, please,” Y/N implored one evening, her eyes sparkling with mischief as they lounged in the cozy confines of their shared place. A fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow that illuminated her face, highlighting the way her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Just let me style it once! I promise you’ll love it.”

Severus raised an eyebrow, his usual expression of stoic annoyance morphing into mild amusement. “I do not believe that would be appropriate, Y/N,” he replied, his voice low and measured, though there was an undeniable softness to his tone. “My hair is not a toy for your amusement.”

With a dramatic pout that could rival even the most skilled of performers, Y/N crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out in a way that made her look irresistibly adorable. “But it would be so much fun! And you have such beautiful hair! It deserves to be styled, not left to hang limply like a neglected broom.”

Severus fought to suppress a smile, the corners of his mouth betraying him. She had a way of disarming him, of stripping away his defenses with her infectious enthusiasm. “It is merely hair,” he muttered, attempting to maintain his facade of indifference.

“But it’s your hair,” she insisted, her voice rising slightly in excitement. “It has character! Just think of the potential!”

He sighed, knowing full well that her stubbornness would not easily be swayed. “Y/N,” he began, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone, “I hardly see how this is—”

“Just once!” she interrupted, leaning closer, her eyes wide and pleading. “For me?”

For a moment, the world outside their bubble faded away. Severus felt the weight of her gaze on him, filled with an earnestness that tugged at something deep within his chest. He took a breath, allowing himself to be swept up in the moment. “Fine,” he relented, the word escaping his lips almost against his will. “But only for a moment.”

Y/N’s face lit up with unrestrained joy, and in that instant, all of Severus’s reservations melted away like snow beneath the sun. He could not deny her anything when she looked at him like that.

“Yay!” she squealed, her voice a melody of delight. She quickly ushered him to a nearby chair, her hands moving with purpose as she began to untangle the strands of his hair. As her fingers slipped through the silky locks, Severus felt a strange mixture of vulnerability and warmth. He was accustomed to being the one in control, yet here he was, yielding to her playful whims.

“Your hair is so soft,” she remarked, a hint of awe in her voice. “Have you been using that conditioning potion I recommended?”

“Perhaps,” he replied, feigning nonchalance even as he felt his heart rate quicken at her touch. The way she concentrated, her brows slightly furrowed, made her even more endearing. He watched as she sectioned his hair, her movements precise and graceful.

“Now, let’s see,” she murmured to herself, her focus unwavering. “A braid? A twist? No… I know!” With a burst of inspiration, she began to weave his hair into intricate patterns, her fingers dancing like a skilled artist. Severus felt a surge of warmth at her dedication, each tug and pull both comforting and invigorating.

As she worked, they exchanged soft, teasing banter, laughter spilling from their lips like the most precious potion. Y/N’s enthusiasm was contagious, and soon even Severus found himself enjoying the process. She recounted tales of her students’ antics in the greenhouse, her expressive gestures painting vivid images that made him chuckle despite himself.

“I’ve decided this is the look you should adopt,” Y/N announced triumphantly, securing the final braid with a delicate ribbon. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Severus caught his reflection in the nearest mirror, and for the first time, he saw something different—something that spoke of connection, of warmth, and of a world beyond the cold, dark potions and brewing shadows that had long defined him. “It appears I have been transformed into a woodland sprite,” he remarked dryly, but the corners of his mouth betrayed the fondness he felt.

Y/N clapped her hands, bouncing on her heels. “You look incredible! I can’t believe you ever doubted this.” She stepped forward, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she leaned in, eyes softening. “I love seeing this side of you.”

In that moment, the air crackled with an unspoken truth. Severus felt an overwhelming swell of affection for her—how she brought light into his otherwise somber existence. Her laughter filled the silence he had grown so accustomed to, and he couldn’t help but admire the way her passion made even the darkest corners of the castle feel alive.

“Perhaps,” he began, the words feeling foreign yet exhilarating on his tongue, “I could tolerate such transformations more often, provided it remains… just between us.”

Y/N beamed, her joy radiant and uncontained. “Deal! But next time, I’m trying out a crown braid!”

As she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, Severus felt the weight of his walls crumbling further. In her presence, he was not merely the Potions Master; he was something more—something hopeful, something cherished. Together, they sat in the soft glow of the firelight, a tangle of hair and heart, weaving a bond that transcended the very magic of the world around them.