#orpheus x reader

[fishermanshook]

ASK: sooo you mentioned that you wanted someone to ask for ganji or orpheus smut so here i am 😆😆 so, general ganji smut hcs? or maybe just sfw nsfw hcs of taking a bath with him? or perhaps first time hcs? Soooo many ideas

requester: @ch6douin

HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON'T LET GO

(batter , novelist x gn!reader) separate [N]SFW hc’s

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is gn , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

What’s more intimate than bathing together under the moonlight? Holding each other in your arms, as the other shakes and cries from the overstimulation you’ve caused to their body. Seeing you, their darling, twitch, and moan from the pleasure they give you is something they need engraved in their mind and memory.

How can they help themselves when you look so stunning right now?

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The Batter

SFW

Getting close to the Batter is an accomplishment in itself, but establishing a relationship with him earns you some bragging rights. Ganji’s emotional (and physical?) walls are literal fortresses in themself, so to have a relationship with him takes time, patience, and communication. The more the two of you talk, the fewer bumps there will be.

Once the two of you start dating it will be a lot smoother from there on out.

In the early stages of your relationship, if you were trying to bathe alongside him, Ganji is automatically shutting it down. He’s not comfortable doing something that he finds so intimate already and he’d rather do it later in the relationship.

When he does find your relationship solidified, he asks you if you would like to join him in the bath. Where the sun pours in from the windows and gleams across your skin. It feels nice to be this close to his, with your chest against his. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.

Ganji might ask you to wash his hair, or, as long as your hands aren't wet, run your fingers through his hair. It's such a soothing thing for the man that he could fall asleep if he weren’t in the bath.

But on certain and rare occasions, the Batter may or may not find it harder than usual to keep focus. Especially when your ass is pressed right against his— oh god. He might explode if he doesn’t have his way with you right now.

[N]SFW

“Fuck, Ganji! Yes right there!” the words spilled out of your mouth as the Batter pumped his dick in and out of you. You should’ve become numb to any feeling down there, but it’s your 5th round and you swear the twitching of his cock becomes even more prominent with every thrust.

The Batter seems to have an unwavering stamina, but you sense his tiredness growing in every thrust. Yet he keeps it up. He can’t get the image of you bouncing up and down on him out of his brain, and he wishes to soak up the memory and feeling before your touch eventually wilts away.

“Tell me I feel good, love,” Ganji whispers in your ear with that deep, raspy voice that you love. It never fails to send chills down your spine as you moan out his name and praise him like it’s going out of style.

“You so amazing darling,! Fill me up so good, ugh please keep going,” you groan out as his name continues to spill from your mouth like a mantra. You take him so well, your eyes filled with lust and love.

Ganji senses that you're about to reach your climax, and he’s not far behind you. It seems only now you realize that his hips have started to meet yours in a lustful rhythm neither of you want to end. With a final kiss, you moan out his name one last time before coming.

“Yes darling— come for me,” Ganji says as you come undone on his cock, coating his in your essence once more. The Batter eventually thrusts into you sucking in a breath of air as he follows suit.

The aftermath leaves both of you tired and drowsy. Using the last bit of your energy, you help clean up Ganji and yourself before making the trek back to your shared bed.

“I love you,” Ganji states as he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hummed back in response, closing your eyes to get some well-deserved rest.

Aftercare is an obvious must. It doesn’t matter how tired he is Ganji will help clean you up. So while it doesn’t explicitly state that here, he did make sure to help wipe you down.

Ganji just wants to make you feel good, but also won’t deny pleasure as a response. As long as you feel like you're going to burst, he’ll feel good too.

The Novelist

SWF

The Novelist isn’t one to trust easily, let alone fall in love as quickly as he did. He’s quick to judge others on their behavior and who they surround themselves with. You must’ve made an amazing first impression on him, as it’s become a lasting one even months later.

Orpheus finds himself confessing to you using a heartfelt letter that took him weeks to write. Don’t believe him? Then maybe the crumbled drafts decorating his bedroom floor will convince you otherwise.

Regarding bathing together, he’s not entirely against the idea. Orpheus thinks just that preferably, he’d want to do it later on in the relationship when trust has further been built. He’s not rushing to have you with him in the bath, and it doesn’t seem like you are either.

Although, he can’t deny the pleasant thought of holding you oh so close to him. A glass of red wine is held in your hands as he massages out any areas of tension across your back and other areas. To have you wash his hair and try (miserably) to keep the soap out of his eyes.

It’s all adorable to think of, which leaves him to inviting you into the tub more often than not. As you lay on his chest, hands intertwined, he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

This time though, the rose petals and candles that decorate the bathroom floor tell a different story. Leaving you to wonder if Orpheus had ever written something like this before.

[N]SFW

Orpheus wants the both of you to feel good, which is why he refuses to stop when you're begging him to. He works away at your neck first, covering it in hickeys as his fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

“Orpheus please— need you so badly,” you whine into his ear as he pulls away from your hickey-covered neck to face you.

“But darling I thought you wanted this,” Orpheus states as he presses kisses along your jawline before finally moving inside you. Drawing a low moan from you as he pushes himself inside. “Shit, always so tight for me no matter how many times I do this huh?”

It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this, he always makes you feel too good for words to describe. He touches all the sensitive parts, kisses all the right spots, and always hits the right spot. His accuracy is precise and has you coming in no time.

Your wet hands glide through his hair and pull his head towards yours. In other situations, he’d pull your hand away and sulk because “now my hair is soaking”. Now though, he wouldn’t want anything else but to have his face against yours. To listen to the melodies that fall from your mouth. To hear his name fall from your lips.

“Come on daring, lemme hear more of you.” Orpheus managed to grunt out as he pounds into you, the water and soap around you creating waves around you.

“Feel so good—Orpheus I want all of you!” You shout out as you scratch and claw at his back. Your neck and collarbone are littered with hickeys and warm spots from where his soft lips were earlier.

Sooner or later, you're gushing from his cock. Your back arched in a way that has him drooling from his mouth and shooting loads into you that feel like they'll never stop.

Once the situation has calmed down, he'll help clean up and tuck the two of you into bed. With a final kiss to the lips and a shared "I love you" goodnight, you two drift far off into sleep.

Orpheus is a gentleman at heart, but despite that, he'll tease you a bit before giving you what you want. It's always worth it in the end and always makes the experience just 10 times more pleasurable for both of you. 

note: hi poookieeee,,,, apology’s for how long this was left in my drafts 🌝 hope your happy with this sjsjajakqllemsc

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[turbulentscrawl]

BUNS HEAR ME OUT.

Top 5 most protective survivors with the ‘who did this to you’ trope.

Let’s just say their S/O gets injured maybe in a match and it’s evident by the damage of the body that it’s definitely not accidental as they claim. So we get a “who did this?”

Maybe this could be a HC for you to do one day lol

Oh this one is quick and easy! I did go back and forth on the exact order here, but these are my top 5s. There is some overlap with the one I just did, but for the sake of changing it up a bit we’ll say that in this case your injuries are obviously also not from a Hunter.

Ganji is at the top because I think he’d be the most emotionally reactive to this specific situation. He’s not as severe as Naib in his revenge, but survivors hurting survivors is a big deal. Like, you’re all stuck here, in limbo, suffering, and some bitch thinks they’re going to start turning it into a free-for-all, too? Fuck no. He feels bad about it later, but he is a little aggressive while trying to get you to admit who did it. He’ll soften a bit if it was a genuine accident, but he still thinks everyone’s been here too long for simple carelessness to be an excuse. If it wasn’t an accident? There are unspoken rules here, and if the manor isn’t going to enforce them, Ganji sure as fuck will.

Naib still has to have a place here, but he’s a smidge lower because his anger is more controlled and calculating. His protective urges in general are pretty off-the-charts and, while he can’t do much about a Hunter hurting you in a game since that’s kinda the point, he can do something about a fellow survivor. He won’t press you too hard while you’re recovering, but frankly it doesn’t matter if you won’t tell him how it happened or who did it. He’s spent years of his life digging up information about targets and this is no different. If anything, it’s easier because he knows the culprit was someone else in the match with you.

Patricia comes after Naib and Ganji because her emotions lean towards desperation more than anger or bitterness. She’s been itching for someone deserving to lay her blood curse on, and this is the perfect opportunity. Someone who was supposed to be an ally has hurt her love? That’s rotten. That’s sinful. She won’t leave you be until you spill who did it. She’s gentle, of course, but every waking moment she spends with you during recovery is spent asking or subtly coaxing you to admit what happened. She’ll give up on asking after several days, but will forever be watching to see if your interactions with the others change. If she suspects anyone in particular, they’re gonna have a little chat.

Andrew can’t see what reason a fellow survivor would have to hurt you, but then he really can’t see reason at all when he’s so angry. He’s not nearly as likely as the others to go out of his way for revenge after-the fact, and he’s not intuitive enough to find out who did it if you won’t tell him…but FUCK he’s mad. Andrew just spends the next few days stewing in anger, tense, sucking his teeth, and cursing randomly in quiet moments. If you or someone else from your match tells him who did it, he makes it clear that he isn’t doing shit for them going forward. Oh, what’s that, they got chaired? Downed? Well, guess they’re fucked. He’d rather take the match loss than save their sorry ass.

Orpheus’s exact reaction is going to depend a bit on when you catch him with all of this. Getting hurt in the matches is normal and frankly he’s a bit numbed to it in most circumstances. But this isn’t a normal match wound, is it, dear? Some of his personalities are more reactive than others, and all of them are quite good at digging. He was a detective, after all. In short, he would appreciate it if you told him who hurt you…but even if you won’t snitch, rest assured he will find out. Whatever happens after that depends on which personality is in charge at the time.

[katstrange]

how I think Ancient Greek mythology boys would treat you hcs:

Achilles:

🏺-He’s a bit possessive, not entirely in a ‘red flag’ kind of way but a ‘My partner, I’ll kill you if you touch them” type of way

🏺- He doesn’t like to admit it but he loves to cuddle and hold you close. Especially after he takes a cold shower- he’ll just flop down next to you and shimmy over until he’s on top of you and he’ll just stay there; recharging from your warmth

🏺-he’s definitely more of a physical touch is his lover language type of guy. So holding hands, kisses on the cheeks, touching your hair, caressing you softly. Yeah- that’s what he likes

🏺- He seriously doesn’t like it when other men try to flirt with you..it rubs him the wrong way and it makes his anger bubble up, but he’s definitely not about to go over there and punch the guy in the face……at least..not when you’re around

🏺- He gets anxious when he sees you hurt, like I’m talking about, sprained ankle, flesh wounds, things like that. He grumbles to himself and makes you promise to be more careful.

Patroclus:

🌿- He’s not as possessive as Achilles, but he definitely has his possessive tendencies, like when you’re talking to another man, he’ll casually stroll on up and wrap his arms around you and just watch the guy with narrowed eyes

🌿- he’s a big old puppy dog, he loves hugging you whenever he can. He loves showering you with kisses. It’s just his thing. He especially enjoys holding you in bed and just listening to you heart beat

🌿-However, he loves giving gifts as well. From flowers to home cooked meals. You name it.

🌿- He doesn’t get as jealous as Achilles, but he only locks in when another man or woman is touching you inappropriately without your permission..he hates it.. he’ll try to be polite but stern about it.

🌿- If you ever get hurt, he doesn’t worry that much- because he’s confident he can heal any wound you appear to him with.,though he’d rather prevent than cure…

Perseus:

🛡️- He’s a big old golden retriever boy. He doesn’t get jealous easily because he’s confident that you wouldn’t leave him. He’s only a bit clingy and he almost always insists on carrying you places

🛡️- his love language is words of affirmation, or just loving words in general while he places soft kisses to your hand or palm. The look of devotion in his eyes when you stare back at him. The soft “My love…” or “my beloved..”..it just hits home for him.

🛡️- he loves to have you in his arms whenever he can. It just comes naturally to him, nuzzling your neck as I giggles and cuddles you on the sofa or bed or even the floor. He especially loves to tickle you just to hear your giggles.

🛡️- like mention before. He doesn’t get jealous that easily, instead he’ll probably loudly proclaim that you’re his spouse. And he gets a satisfied look on his face when he sees the scowl on other men or even women.

🛡️- if you get hurt he’ll apologise for not looking after you more carefully..even when you tell him it’s fine.he’s disappointed in himself for letting it happen. Especially under his roof. However anytime you do come to him to get it patched up. He’ll always give a small kiss to the treated wound. Like “boo boos go bye bye”

Orpheus:

🎼- He’s a bit sheepish with touch, but as soon as he warms up to it, he really loves to hold hands..and cuddle. It makes him feel safe and relaxed

🎼- He isn’t totally possessive, but he does make sure the person is at least an arms length away from you.. for their sake.

🎼- he loves to write odes to you. Songs, poems, the works. He’s got an entire book of love letters and an even bigger journal of songs and poems he’ll read to you.

🎼- He’s not really a jealous person but does get a bit moody and pouty, and sometimes he unintentionally stares at the man that’s flirting with you, and it’s so uncomfortable that the man leaves you alone. 🎼- when you get hurt, he’ll most certainly heal you. No doubt about, however he mutters to himself before you call him out on it. He apologises but it’s honestly cute, the way his brow furrows and his eyes are filled with worry. Afterwords he holds you in a soft hug.

sksksksksk I might do more of this. Eh if you see this and like it- drop more mytho boys for me to write about

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

A Requested Birthday Gift

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING NOVELIST MY MAIN MY HEART MY -screaming- also i totally reference this fic lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: threesome, consensual use of drugs

“Hypnos,” You stop midway heading toward your room for a much-needed nap when the Novelist approaches you, “Do you have a moment?” Politely and gentlemanly he strolls over invading your personal space, his hand caressing your cheek giving you the physical affection you much needed. Post-match aches are annoying like it is how you imagine phantom pain is, it lingers and you often seek comfort or nap it away.

“Anytime for you.” Closing your eyes as you tilt your head to the side basking in his presence and touch.

“How easily you say such things,” Orpheus’ hand slips down your cheeks until his fingers dance upon your chin. Tracing your jawline, he moves much closer until his other hand holds your waist, body moving and guiding you, “I shall take you up on your word.”

Orpheus is smooth, well aware, and skilled in getting you to bend to his will, have you pressed against the wall in the hallway to the private guest bedrooms. Your hand goes to his chest grabbing his suit coat tugging him even closer as he kisses you. Sweet, reminding you he misses your presence, and then consuming as wants your attention completely on him.

“Orpheus.” Breathy as he switches from your lips to your neck, “We should go to– Oh!” His leg is between yours applying pressure to your crotch.

“In a moment, allow me to be adventurous, my little writer.”

You nod trying to keep your mind in the presence and not drift off giving into the sensations of his touch.

“I have a request for you,” He is careful not to remove clothes though it is tempting as he kisses your neck and under your chin, “A personal request.”

“A-anything.” Barely able to stay focused.

The Novelist smirks before holding your face to look directly at him, “It pertains to my– Our birthday, my love.”

You blink to regather yourself, “Oh? Do you want to change plans?”

“Of sorts, we would like your permission to try something new with you.”

Something new? You raise an eyebrow while biting your lip as Orpheus rubs your crotch against his thigh, it makes you nearly distracted, “Okay, ah, I am at your ah ah Orpheus!” Covering your mouth when you moaned far too loud.

“At my…?” Teasing you as he keeps going, “Grant us permission.”

“All that I am is yours to use as you wish.” Poetic and romantic, needy and wanting, he adores his little writer.

“I shall hold you to that.” Kissing your cheek as he removes himself from your person, “Find us in the library.” Whispering in your ear.

You shiver both aching and yearning, you wish he would finish what he started but you know the reward is at the end.

Especially when us mean both Nightmare and himself.

Orpheus leaves you after giving you a heated kiss, one that leaves you further flustered than what you are. When he leaves, you adjust your clothes to look decent before moving away from the wall to chase after him.

The door of one the room opens and you turn to see Luchino leaning against the door frame with a casual and clearly known smile.

“Seems you'll be having a bit of fun,” The older man says, it is a bit embarrassing to know he heard all that, “Orpheus restraining himself after such words spill out of his lover is commendable.” A clap before he moves to return to his room, “Good evening, Hypnos.”

God, you are lucky it was the Professor and misfortune it was the Professor who heard that.

The library is well secluded, rarely anyone but the Journalist or Novelist come here. You have a few times but again it is always empty. Yet, you still try to keep your voice down despite the library always being seemingly avoided.

You can wonder about that later, right now you are barely able to keep your mind from drifting to that pleasant numbing abyss brought to you by Orpheus.

Orpheui because there is more than one? That makes you giggle as Nightmare is rubbing his beak against your face, that rough two-tone voice saying your name followed by a chuckle when you try closing your held open legs.

“Such a lovely voice, my love.” Orpheus speaking from between your legs, he kneeling with his hand guiding Nightmare's unseemly large cock against your well prepared hole. “Let us see how long you can keep using it, hm?” The cock, of dark purple coloring with precum glowing purple, catches and enters your wet heat.

“Ah!” You have taken his cock before with plenty of prep, but God, it is always a deep stretch inside of you. Nightmare groans, his grip on your legs a bit firmer as he lowers you carefully.

“Beautiful, truly.” The Novelist made sure before doing this to have your explicit permission before attempting this. There is a drink he used on himself and a mutual acquaintance that he gave to you, a cocktail of an aphrodisiac based along with alcohol— He made sure it is extra sweet for you. It is both to help with handling Nightmare (who is enjoying himself watching you attempt to ride him), and to last longer— You are not very well trained yet in lasting more than a round with either of them.

“Easy, easy,” Nightmare speaks as he rests your legs on top of his open legs, “We have you.” His hands on your waist as Orpheus stands up to hold your upper body, your hands reaching out yearning to be touched again.

“Say what you need.” They both speak to you, your eyes struggling to focus on who is in front of you. When you open your mouth literal gibberish comes out with whiny moans. Your hands gripping and tugging on his open shirt begging, or trying to form words, for them to start using you.

With lack of awareness, you spill easily how badly you are enthralled by Orpheus— Both of them.

“Next time a lower dosage,” Touching your face, examining your dilated eyes, the way you cannot properly form words, and neediness behavior. “Oh, dear one, you are enjoying this quite well.”

His gift is you, you who has given him a new perspective. Orpheus loves you, they both do terribly so, the thought of him once more not having you will never be entertained.

“Orpheus!” The raven creature is not willing to wait for his counterpart to enjoy the sight.

“Good, you can say our name.” Praising you as he pets your hair affectionately, “However, I am going to need to use your mouth for my own pleasure, Hypnos.”

You nod but he doubts you actually know what you are agreeing with, he will only take as he usually does.

Using your mouth on Orpheus’ cock, Nightmare uses your inviting hole, delighting in their gift.

Even better is you stopped caring about how loud you are, all that matters is him him him.

[williamkisser]

🐟> A Poem Worth of Remembering: Orpheus x reader

[🎣] word count: 1371

[🎣] warnings: g/n reader, fic turning into headcanons, fluffy, ooc Orpheus, i don’t even write for him ⚰️⚰️

[🎣] author’s note: Lord… it’s been SO much time since my last fic. I’m very sorry for the break since so much stuff happened both in real life as well as here (rip in piss, williaml0ver account </3) I originally had slightly diffrent plans for my comeback post yet i simply couldn’t miss this wonderful opportunity. Happy birthday to my AMAZING POOKIE which i dedicate this fic to! Thank you for being the first person to welcome and support me on here:)

EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fishermanshook @octopaii !!

Ah…?

You slowly woke up after what it seems like a long nap. Nobody would be surprised, however! Who WOULDN’T be tired after such a romantic date? Oh yes… you get it now. Earlier today, your dear long time boyfriend, the novelist Orpheus took you into a forest near Oletus Manor - you felt slightly confused until you noticed a big table and two chairs with fancy carvings on them, surrounded by many roses and carefully placed decorations. That’s how he wanted to celebrate the birthday of the love of his life, in solitude and peace. He truly appreciated privacy.

Orpheus, surprisingly, never was the type of person who’d be very extravagant, despite the funds from his art certainly made him one of the wealthier people in the manor. Whenever your birthday was approaching, you’d wake up to a breakfast in bed, with thoughtful note attached. Later that day, you’d receive a trinket, such as a small necklace, sometimes even a special poem. He’s someone who wants to make his partner feel special all the time, not only on some occasions, hence the birthday gifts were never exactly all over the place, lavish gestures, not like if you mind, of course. What was possibly be the reason for this exception today?

Whatever the cause was, you felt flabbergasted. A nice, warm noon you could spend with your boyfriend. It was all yours, you could discuss everything, not worrying he’d go away to focus on his work. Today it’s all about you. You’ve spend so much time together, simply talking about worries, hopes, thoughts… life, at some point you both didn’t even notice a few hours already passed. Well, they say, if you don’t feel the time passing, you must be very happy. That was indeed true. After all, you decided to head back. As much as you wish this moment could last forever, you kept feeling sleepier with each moment. You insisted on helping him clean the place, but he assured you not to worry about it. The novelist took your hand and leaded you to your dorm while gently caressing your palm. You couldn’t even feel the butterflies in your stomach anymore, yawn after yawn, your replies to him kept getting less specific and detailed.

Even the sunshowers peaking through windows couldn’t awake your senses. Orpheus whispered sweet nothings into your ears before nicely tucking you in, leaving the room after giving you a small peck on both of your cheeks. You had no idea that when he closed the doors, he instantly began completing his secret plan.

A performance.

Oh yes… few minutes after waking up you started slowly gaining consciousness again. You’re feeling awfully nasty after sleeping in your prettiest clothes, but it was all worth it, wasn’t it? One way or another, you got up and took a sip of water to ease your dry throat. You couldn’t help but notice a pink card laying on the table. It wasn’t there before. Picking it up, you noticed something strange - it’s an acting performance leaflet, a very fancy one too. Seems like it’s also been scented, the smell of vanilla is very refreshing. But who are the actors? As far as you remember, there are no actors in the manor… well… at least REAL actors… who would be performing? Surprisingly enough, the stage is marked for today, just in like… an hour? You felt actually intrigued - the information given were too vague to figure the theme out, until… hold on! Looking at the bottom of the card, you notice it stating that there’s a special invitation… on top of that, you’d recognize this handwriting everywhere.

You quickly connected the dots. The small description talking about the plot of this play is strangely similiar to one of your boyfriend’s novels. He specifically mentioned he based the main characters on him and you. The realization hits you almost instantly. Orpheus brought one of his novels to life for your birthday. Jesus. You frantically started putting on some elegant clothing, making a huge mess in your wardrobe at the same time. We’ll take care of that later. Either way, seems like Orpheus carefully considered every possible obstacle, as you waking up too late, for example. Just when you were about to decide which shoes to wear, you heard knocking on your door. Strangely, when you opened it, no one was standing in front of them. Or so it seems?

🎣

🐟 Orpheus would send Robbie to lead you to the event. He didn’t specify the place where the performance will be happening. He’s got it all planned.

🐟 The axe boy is wearing a small, green suit with a red bow tie. He looks adorable!

🐟 Robbie doesn’t waste any time and keeps pointing at the huge grandfather clock to remind you to hurry. When you’re ready, he holds your hand and begins to lead you. You have to keep leaning so you can reach his hand. Feels uncomfortable to bend this way, but hey, at least now you know where to go.

🐟 To be frank, you were convinced the stage will be placed somewhere in the manor, but little did you know. You gave Robbie a confused stare when he kept walking towards a forest. His silence wasn’t helping you, either. You wouldn’t complain that much if you knew what’s coming next. Your heart nearly dropped when instead of avoiding that one scary cave, you were forced to enter it. Are you getting abducted?

🐟 You decided to not question Robbie anymore, however, you really wanted to. When you saw that the particular corridor you were in was divided by a huge underground lake. In order to get to the other edge, you had to use the boat. What’s worse, you noticed two silhouettes already standing on it. Robbie kept leading you there. Closer and closer. My God. It’s over.

🐟 While entering the boat, you’ve already repeated a few prayers in your mind and apologize to everyone who’s been ever hurt by you. But, to your surprise, the two new faces were actually very, VERY familiar. The man holding the oars was wearing a long cape. Yet, when he turned around, everything clicked. It was all Orpheus’ plan. Turns out the scary and mysterious man who was about to get rid of you for good was Naib himself. And his companion? The man holding the old map knowing the best places to hide you in? No other than Jose.

🐟 Robbie paid Naib with chocolate money. When the cruise began, Jose started to act like a real officer and kept ordering Naib. He seemed very annoyed. You’re sure he owed Orpheus something serious, because there’s no way he’d agree to this without anything in reward.

🐟 You all continued walking after arriving to the second end of the lake. Later on, you were approaching a huge, open area. The only trouble was that, sadly, the light couldn’t reach there. It was all dark, yet Jose encouraged you to go further.

🐟 You began taking small steps, at the same time noticing that the boys are standing behind you. You almost felt like they’re sacrificing you for some ancient deity. You’re heart was again beating like crazy, until light suddenly filled the entire place.

🐟 Your heart dropped, but this time because of the wonderful sight. To your surprise, this scary cave had a small theater inside! It was filled with decorations and most importantly, with other survivors and hunters from the manor. Everyone rushed to wish you a happy birthday!

🐟 The only person you didn’t see yet was Orpheus. That will change soon. Jose led you to the theater seats. He specifically made sure that you arrive to the VIP one. Shortly after, everyone took their seats, except a few people. You assumed they were hired to be the actors.

🐟 The show finally started. It began with Orpheus and his speech about his play as well as his partner’s impact on it. You felt absolutely moved. When the story started, he was the one narrating it. It contained so much references only you and him could understand. Some scenes were even based on real events. You felt absolutely touched by his gesture.

🐟 When Orpheus falls, he falls hard.

First of all i’m sorry for the random fic-hcs mashup i’m aware this is rushed but i sadly don’t have time yet i really wanted to do something on your birthday 😔😔 i HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!! LOVE YOU!!!

[handsometheo]

I NEED TO STOP DISAPPEARING ISTG

Um any Idv characters x reader ideas, even if its just little prompts..

Characters I'd mainly like to write for even just a little (to ease myself back into writing) is:

Norton Campbell (literally my fav)

Fools Gold (ik hes norton but yk same applies)

Ithaqua

Sangria (MOTHER 😍)

Emil Mesmer

Ada Mesmer (they can be separate or together)

Orpheus (not the bird though, sorry not in the right headspace for him)

And lucky guy (i think hes silly :])

[sunflower1experiment]

Orpheus

Talking to him was like talking to a pompous rich man, he sounds so full of himself but when serious: his quick grab and gentle hush made my eyes widen. “Sorry.”

He walks past me and helped Alice, she looks my way, her eyes still full of wonder and determination. How many years ago was it? Watching these two as the eldest we were all just kids and I swore my oath to protect Orpheus and her.

“Place the box down and stand over there. Don’t move until you hear a gunshot…”

When Fredrick left, my eyes go to Orpheus who acknowledged my presence and I grab his face gently, “Are you hurt?”

“No I’m fine.” Backing away, my gaze hardens, wanting to redeem my incompetence for failing him and yet he still was gentle with me. Even going as far to press his head against my own. “Please signal me to protect you.”

“You’re my priority |Name|.”

“Both of you are my priority.” It was quiet, Alice looked at them with a slight wonder. Did she recognize them? Did they know her? Maybe not.

She knew Orpheus had someone beside him but, she wasn’t planning to press further. And this woman wore an outfit for someone who’s proud to be of the class they were in yet she called herself a bodyguard, how can someone so sweet, quiet and even confident with her allies and even in Alice.

“She’s too sweet for this world…yet quiet and reserved in the right moments. Almost as if deciphering when to act.”

Orpheus chuckles, “I see my partner has colored you curious? Yes she is my guard but I consider her my spouse.”

“You both are together yet have no ring?”

“Her culture isn’t like mine. Rather she refers to me in another way. As for the bands of marriage we also have specific clothes, she gave me a neck tie and I gave her a lace for her hair.” Orpheus smiles softly.

“I truly do love |Name|, she helped me at my lowest.”

|Name| looks back at the two. “Lets get going you guys.”

He follows her and they lock hands for a second, before Orpheus nuzzles her. “Don’t worry.”

[fuxuannie]

* pairings : orpheus de ross x gender neutral reader

* prompt : a novelist is left to write about his feelings for the person who he loves dearly, surely he couldn't struggle doing that, right? (wrong.)

* authors note : i love orphy sososos much <3 first fic,, reqs r open ♡.

ORPHEUS was a man who could express himself better with a pen and paper rather than use his own words. He was more than capable of doing so, but some things tend to leave him tongue tied. And there was someone that he wanted to have them untie it for him.

You were someone who shared unconditional kindnes to Orpheus, at the time, he really didn't think much of it. He appreciated your kind gestures, but never reciprocated. It was until one day, you had written him a good luck note, and given it to him before his games would start within the day.

It wasn't much, but the little gesture left an impact. The next day, he had approached you with a small smile and a letter in hand, an expression that you didn't often see from him. Nevertheless, you smile and give your due thank you.

One letter turned to two, two into three and three to a box-full of little notes and letters that the two of you were exchanging in the span of a few months.

Orpheus had grown fond of you in that time, he'd never admit it, but he'd often miss you dearly, and would read the letters he collected in your voice while you're gone. and those of the manor knew it.

"Confess to them already!" Suggested Emily,

"Man up and tell them before someone else does." said Naib,

"Just take your time and confess when you're ready." Patricia sighed.

None of those ideas he was a fan of, mostly because it involved actually telling you how he felt. Which in truth, he didn't want to do, nor was it any of their business to be snooping on his love life.

But despite believing it was for the best to stay friends, his evergrowing feelings were getting harder to control, as the simple brush against your fingertips made him ever so quietly flustered.

snap snap.

The sound of fingers snapping caught his attention.

"Orpheus?" Alice, his dear friend called out. "You're usually not so lost in thought, do you have something in mind?" She asked, snapping Orpheus back into reality as he now recalled he agreed to meet her for tea. So currently, they were in Alice's room. She sat on her chair, while Orpheus sat on her bed across to her.

"Well, it's more.. someone." He replies, clearing his throat as Alice couldn't help but smile. "Oh? Have you found someone you're interested in?" She teased, but Orpheus remained quiet. His silence speaking much louder than the words he would never admit.

"You have?!"

"You of all people, should have been the last one to know."

Alice was immediately overjoyed, "I thought you would die alone and sad! Oh my gosh, who is it?!" she questioned eagerly. "One, rude. Two.. its (name)." He admitted honestly, not bothering to hide his feelings or anything of the sort.

Alice's eyes practically lit up. "(name)!? I knew it! You two have been spending an awful lot of time together, and the way you couldn't help but cover your mouth after speaking to them was such an obvious sign! You do not simply like them, you are inlove with them!" She accused him of his love crimes, and admittedly, he pleaded guilty. Hanging his head down low as he hid his red cheeks.

"Yes, I may or may not be inlove with them. But I.. I don't know exactly how to tell them. Actually, I'm not even sure if i want to" He puts his cup of tea on her desk. Almost mumbling that entire ramble as Alice puts her index over her lips, as if she was in thought.

"How about you write a letter? You seem to be good at it, and it'll be sweet! Sure, theres a difference using your voice in a confession compared to a letter, but at least they'll be able to keep your words and preserve it forever. It's almost like that the paper is a promise to them! As long as those words are written by you, for however long they last, you promise to stay true to the words you wrote." She suggests with a snap of a finger and a small smile.

Though the idea sounded really corny, Orpheus couldn't deny that it would've been easier. He was always better on paper than in person, and he couldn't deny that he could write a novel long confession for you. Cause thats how you made him feel, with a simple gesture of kindness, you had even the most stoic and calm man stumbling over his words. So surely, it wouldn't be the hardest thing to do.

If only he knew how badly he'd eat those words later. Cue to the fact it's 11pm, Orpheus' usually tidy and organized hair turned to a mess as he pushes it back for the 10th time. Crumpling the 16th paper and dumping it in the trash, usually Orpheus wouldn't mind a Writers Block, but the fact he asked you to meet him in the Dining Room tomorrow made him really stressed.

"Maybe I should call it off.." But even before he could finish that thought, he could already hear Alice's nonestop scolding about being afraid of his own feelings. But maybe he was, maybe he was afraid of his own feelings, very specifically the fear of losing you because of it. He's read it a thousand times in several novels, the guy confesses to the person they love and boom. They lose them. He didn't want that to happen, especially not with you.

However, Orpheus didn't want to be a man filled with regret. So he emptied his mind, grabbed a pen and he focused on one of the very few things that mattered in his life. You.

It's 6AM, the manor was playing classical music on it's exact cue. You sat in one of the Dining Room chairs, humming to yourself while waiting for Orpheus to arrive. While the man himself was having Alice tell him for the 100th time that his hair looked fine, but put his pants on backwards.

"(name)?" He calls out for you from behind, a hand on your seat as you turn around and smile. "Orpheus, good morning." You greet him as usual, his gaze on you is so soft. So warm and welcoming, he pulls the chair to your side and turns it so it can face you properly. "So, I wanted to tell you something." He began, trying to maintan eye contact with you as he avoided the urge to look away.

"(name), for the longest time, I-"

"I like you too, Orpheus."

He's not allowed to get another second in, and you look at him with the most serious expression on your face. "I like you." You repeated. His entire composure that he tried to build up all night melted. You smile a little at his reaction, watching him scramble to cover his mouth as a tint of red glows on his face.

You gently take his hand away from your face, and hold it in your own. "I'm sorry if I ruined the moment." You apologize, squeezing his hand as he's now left to show his entire world his very flustered expression. "No uh, actually I'm glad you did. I spent 5 hours trying to uh.. plan a confession and.. was left thinking of you and nothing else that I forgot to write something." He confessed, laughing to himself as his gaze was originally you and his hand intertwined together, but was pleasantly surprised to see you slightly blush.

"You.. were thinking of me?" You asked, "The question should be, when do I not think about you?" He answered.

There was a comforting silence, before Orpheus lifted your hand up to plant a kiss on your knuckles. Just incase that the lips was something you weren't ready for yet.

"Actually, I think that the question should be.. What now?" He said softly, and you quite literally pull him into a hug. "Take one step at a time. We'll figure things out together, right?"

He smiles, returning the embrace. "Right." He pulls away for a moment, looking you in the eyes and carressing your cheek before you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hah.. Thank you. For everything."

Maybe confessing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[ithaquass]

hii < 3 you know how much i enjoy your writings !! so i was wondering if i could request some general dating headcanons for orpheus? only if you're comfortable with that. have a nice day sweetie ♡

AHH TSYM ANONN !!💗💗 i tried my best with this work since i’ve been waiting to get a rq to finally write about him HJSJDDJ. Have a great day as well !💕

୨୧ Orpheus (novelist)

ㅤ→ dating headcanons !

cw none, slight nsfw ?)

gender neutral s/o

♡ Orpheus is not exactly the most approachable person. Therefore, it may be a bit hard to get along with him at first, much more becoming close to him…

It is not impossible, though. Once he had taken a liking to you, he himself will eventually come crawling to you..~

♡ He’s always so full of himself, but when it comes to you, somehow you always get to break down his arrogant demeanor. Orpheus is actually a very affectionate lover with you!

♡ I believe he’d always have you in high esteem. You are an inspiration to him, his one and only muse.

♡ He probably holds back a lot with you when it comes to pda. But once you two are finally alone, the only thing he wants is to hold you for the rest of the night and whisper sweet nothings to your ear until you completely melt in his arms~

♡ Orpheus will write the sweetest poems to you! he even might also give you letters. a lot of them.

Like i said before, you are like an inspiration to him, so of course he’d be more than delighted to write for you!

♡ This is a bit nsfw but i am pretty sure he’d get turned on by hearing you calling him “sir” or anything of the sort. He enjoys that feeling of authority over you ?) it truly drives him somewhere else.

♡ Most likely the one who (almost) always initiates the conversations between you two. He loves asking you questions about trivial matters, debates with you about different subjects… he just kind of enjoy it, and he values your opinion a lot too.

♡ The idea of loving someone probably didn’t really cross his mind before. He thought he didn’t need it, but as soon as you walked into his life, he caught feelings. Of course, he was in denial for.. an extended period of time. But remember that if you hide it doesn’t go away..~

[sakurayumeno]

an orpheus writer?? ur a legend. c, d, m, and r from the smut alphabet 🙏

NSFW Alphabet Hcs.

Character: Orpheus.

Genre: Smut, Headcanon game.

Letters: C, D, M, R.

A/N: Bro I go crazy for Orpheus, I got so excited when he got requested 😭

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't enjoy the mess that it makes afterwards, so he either finishes in his hand/ rag or inside of you, if you're comfortable with it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When thinking about how he would plan on using his abilities in match, he's briefly thought about how it would feel to switch bodies with others. Could you feel what they did in your body after switching back? Then his mind trailed to you...yeah, you get the picture. He's definitely thought about you leaving him with an erection when you switch bodies again.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Calling him authoritative names, like sir or detective.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not down for any kind of risk that involves you two getting caught, he wants to keep his dignity, thank you very much. He always plans ahead before doing something intimate with you to insure that absolutely no surprises like that are to occur.

Besides that, he does enjoy experimenting with different positions/ kinks and is quite accepting to what you want to try out as well.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

🎃 Under Moonlight

Under Moonlight: After accidentally resurrecting the great bard Orpheus, your magic starts going awry. To stop your newfound power from destroying the quiet life you have, you decide to seal it back up, much to the disagreement of your newfound friend and crush.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Witchy Magic Mumbo Jumbo.

To Note: Orpheus x Fem!Reader, Smut Now, Story Later, @roguelov, for u my love 🩷.

Prompt: Lovemaking & Virginity

Word Count: ~4.4k

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

The grimoire shook lightly in your hands as you stared up at the full moon overhead. It had been a difficult decision on your part, but you had to do it. The power you’d unleashed with the spell that had pieced Orpheus back together and introduced him into your life had tampered with you, making your magic run rampant and near uncontrollable. Setting fire in your garden was one thing, nearly blowing up buildings within the town was an entirely different problem you were not ready to face. So you were going to do it. You were going to bind your magic back up nice and tight so you were once more, a bumbling hedge witch who couldn’t even light a candle without reducing your petunias to ashes.

So when the moon overhead had struck fullness and reached its zenith phase, you stood directly in the center of the meticulously set up ritual space in the field outback your cottage in nothing but a thin white nightgown. It was cold with the breeze and your skin was already well prickled… but your wayward magic was mere moments from being bound and safely tucked away where it couldn’t cause your life any more upheavals. The air was already scented by the sage and rosemary you’d burned and left smoldering in little bowls around your binding circle, and you had to admit they were calming you down to a point. Granny had always said that when you were feeling worked up or stressed to burn some incense and let the smoke carry away your worries.

“You can do this,” You told yourself, beating back the nervousness you felt. “You need your life to go back to normal and forget you ever did that stupid spell.” The grimoire in your hands warmed ever so briefly as if disagreeing with your statement, and you blatantly ignored it. You reread the binding ritual instructions once more, ensuring that you had grabbed all that you needed and created the circle as best as you could for an amateur witch, before turning to the next page. The incantation seemed simple enough so you began. “Propria manu, ex animo usque ad sanguinem, ligare--”

“You will not speak another word ἀγαπητέ,” You froze stiff in place, the wind that had kicked up from the beginning of your spell blowing your hair about and whistling. What was he doing here?

“You have no business meddling in the affairs of a witch, especially at this hour.” You replied stiffly, not turning your head. You felt Orpheus move close to you before a pale, white wrapped arm reached around you and slipped across your hand holding the grimoire. Your fingers twitched at his touch, and then your eye when Orpheus’ fingers effortlessly lifted the grimoire from your grasp and closed it, making sure the clasp locked the pages shut. Damn it, now you were going to have to prick your finger again!

Only Orpheus didn’t just close the grimoire, he plucked it from your grasp and lofted it out of reach as a blazing scowl appeared on your face. You had a limited time to complete the single binding spell and he was going to make your timing late!

“Give that back!” You exclaimed, stumbling around and automatically trying to snatch the ancient book back. It was an amusing sight as Orpheus was so tall and easily lofted it high above your head where you couldn’t reach. “Orpheus!!”

He looked down at you with a passive look and refused to do as you asked. He knew what you planned on doing and disliked the idea of you binding the powerful magic you had so gleefully been learning how to use, back into your blood so you couldn’t tap into it. You began jumping, the fingers of one hand pressing into his chest while you reached for the grimoire.

“Give! It! Back!” You were growling now, close to climbing on him in effort to get your grimoire back and complete the stupid spell so your life could go back to normal.

“No,” Orpheus told you, tossing the Grimoire beyond the reaches of your binding circle. Your eyes bulged and you went to lunge after it, only for him to wrap his arms around your body and prevent you from doing so in the first place.

“Orpheus I swear on the seven Endless if you don’t let me go right this second—”

“You are not binding your magic, ἀγαπητέ,” he cut you off a second time, bringing a hand up to hold your jaw and force you to look into his eyes.

“You have no right,” You hoarsely whispered, entire body trembling with the very magic you were trying to contain. His face drew close as he stared into your eyes, searching for a single plausible reason you were willingly binding the very magic you had adored learning about. Yes it was wayward, but were you not learning to control it?

“Why are you attempting to bind that which you have spent so many months devoting your life to?” Orpheus softly asked, indulging in having you close once more after the incident within the Dreaming. His father had been enraged with you for hiding him away and you had immediately bolted and sequestered yourself from the Dreaming and Orpheus. It hurt and he was done with your no contact. Your eyes wavered and he could see you struggling to maintain eye contact.

“It’s out of control and I can’t rein it in.” You answered honestly. “Someone is going to get hurt if it’s not bound.”

“And you think you have only one option?” Orpheus countered. “You are not backed into a corner, ἀγαπητέ, and you have someone entirely willing to help bind your magic.” You nearly blanched at him.

“And you have no idea what it means to participate!” You whisper shouted at him. “That is witch talk for like, soul marriage! As in our souls get stuck together and can’t be separated until five years have passed!” Not to mention the whole sex ritual involved.

Orpheus was far from deterred and well informed on the customs of witches. This ceremony would not only help you with your magic, but would stabilize your life in a way that he wouldn’t have to live in fear of your potential demise. Eurydice had left a lasting mark upon his heart. Orpheus just wanted you safe and happy.

“Are you really that ignorant to my advances or do you spurn my affections?” Your mouth opened and closed for a few moments, your mind entirely flabbergasted by the idea that someone as great and legendary as Orpheus, son of an Endless and Greek Muse, was in love with you. His lips ever so slightly brushed against your own and you felt like you were going to melt in place, forgetting entirely about your rush to perform the lone binding spell.

“Orpheus, I haven’t even kissed someone before,” You told him, your face burning in embarrassment. Your avoidance of his advances had nothing to with your like or dislike of him, you actually had a massive crush on him that was just short of love! You had just never been in a situation like this before and had a tendency to freak out and pull back because you didn’t know what you were doing. The clear embarrassment upon your face was projected so physically on your features Orpheus didn’t need further word from you.

The hand holding your jaw tugged your face forwards and as your faces pressed together, lips found yours. Orpheus kissed you deeply and with the devotion of his entire being. His lips burned across yours with an incendiary love that would burn for eons and that made you wilt. Teeth caught your lower lip and your let out a beautiful moan, surprising even yourself because how could that feel so nice!? Orpheus devoured that precious sound, finding it so beautiful and wishing for more. His lips pushed at yours, and you parted them with a soft sigh. Your fingers dug into the white fabric stretching across his chest the moment his tongue tangled with yours. Feeling your craving touch, Orpheus pulled you closer, licking at the sweetness of your mouth and devouring each and every little noise you made. You were overwhelmed and folded beneath his passion. The moment your muscles finally relaxed, he was moving.

The bard was twisting your scantily clad body around to the center of the circle you had made in the field. The glow of the candles sheltered in their glass vases illuminated both your and Orpheus’ face, lips mere hairsbreadth from yours. You already missed their warmth. You breathed heavily and trembled, then opened your mouth to air out another attempt to give him a back out. He didn’t let you.

His lips were back on yours, more urgently this time, hurrying yours to part so that Orpheus could taste the sweet nectar of your lips once more. Any thoughts you had within your mind evaporated the moment his tongue found yours and coaxed you into a dance. Your hand automatically raised to cradle his jaw and you traced the curve tenderly, fingers gliding smoothly to bury in raven black hair. A pleased rumble came from Orpheus and one of his hands touched your knee. Then it began sliding upwards, teasing your thigh while he ravished your mouth. You were almost oblivious to his wandering touch, to enraptured by his tongue tangling with yours, to notice his fingers hiking up the skirt of your nightgown.

You gasped against Orpheus mouth the moment his hypnotic touch brushed the thin band of your plain underwear and caressed the dip between leg and cunt. Lips departing his, you reeled from he taste of him on your tongue and the electric touch of his fingers stroking so close to unclaimed territory. Your grasp upon his hair tightened as the heat burning beneath your cheeks intensified… but you didn’t tell him to stop. You were already hypnotized by his gaze, his kisses, his touch, that you’d let him go through with the ritual. He had spellbound you.

Your faces were still touching as Orpheus’ touch wandered along the crest of your pelvis and across your stomach. He was purposefully avoiding your pelvis region, wanting to appreciate you and your body. He disliked that this would have to be rushed for he wanted to pick you apart piece by piece, slowly draw pleasure from your body until the wee hours of the morning… but you had been right, there was a short time frame to bind your magic. Orpheus brushed his free hand over your loosely tied back hair and nuzzled your face.

“You will tell me the moment something hurts,” Your eyelashes fluttered and you instantly responded.

“Orpheus, on what plane could you ever intentionally hurt me?” You countered softly, dragging your fingers through his hair. Literally, the bard would fall on a sword before hurting you intentionally. Orpheus’ eyes flashed in amusement, but the look upon his face told you that he was very much serious with his words.

“And my word still stands, ἀγαπητή,” He replied, stroking his fingers down the back of your neck. Then he played with the neckline of your nightgown, fingers picking at the minute lace that decorated the stitched edge. You shivered from the brushings of his fingertips and tightened your grasp upon his body.

“Very well, but time is—” He silenced you once more, mouth retaking yours while his fingers easily caught the straps to your nightgown. You wilted once more, falling under the influence of his bewitching kisses as your nightgown was pulled from your shoulders and all too easily fell in a circle around your body. Before you even had a chance to shiver from the night air, Orpheus had his arms wrapped around your soft body. You made a noise in the back of your throat but it was quickly devoured by the bard as he teased your mouth.

Feeling dazed by the taste of Orpheus and flushed from your circumstance, a whine departed your lips the moment his mouth retracted from your to press a kiss against your jaw. He didn’t stop there. Your eyelashes fluttered as you stared at the stars while Orpheus slowly began kissing his way down your body. His lips glided down your neck, pressing a few passionate and enduring kisses against your pulse, before scraping his teeth along your collar bone.

Your hand tangled in his hair once more but you didn’t dare look down. You didn’t think you’d be able to take the sight of Orpheus worshipping your body let alone seeing him adore your breasts. Because that meant it was real. You gasped again the moment his mouth drew down the curve of a breast to seal over your nipple and tightened your grasp upon his hair.

“Orpheus,” You hoarsely called out, feeling the beginnings to flames starting to dance beneath your skin. He hadn’t really done anything yet and your body was already reacting. The bard’s lips curved from where he was sucking on your nipple and he gave you a brief reprieve from his pleasurable teasings.

“Do not take away my chance to explore such splendid beauty, beloved,” Orpheus drew out, lowering himself to gently nuzzle your stomach. His hands settled on your hips and pulled your swaying body against his face to keep it there. He was on his knees now and all too close to your granny panties. Oh why didn’t you wear a nicer pair? Probably because you didn’t think Orpheus would have the gall to stop you from binding your magic. Clearly he planned on making you eat your words.

Pettiness ran in his blood.

Your lips parted once more to reiterate that he didn’t need to waste time by exploring, when the bard straight up dragged your underwear down from its place on your hips. Your face seared with heat and your free hand latched onto Orpheus’ shoulder as you wobbled from your underwear being caught around your knees. Wasting no time because he knew that you’d mouth off to him, Orpheus pressed his face right against your small thatch of hair and kissed your skin.

You couldn’t stop the squeak that erupted from your lips or the quake that shivered up your legs. Your reaction was most definitely pleasing to feel and Orpheus promptly ran his tongue through your temptations folds. He shuddered himself at the taste of your flesh and pressed his fingers further into your flesh. You felt like you were going to combust he suckled your flesh, tongue laving against your clit. The muscles in your legs clenched every time he did so and a sharp spark of pleasure made your hips jerk in his grasp.

“Orpheus,” His name fell from your lips in a ragged plea, delicious and symphonic. He doubled his efforts, winding his tongue through your flesh in a devilish way and sucking on your clit. Your fingers scratched at his scalp, heavy breaths leaving your parted lips as you found yourself staring up at the twinkling stars overhead. Something in your body was building, magic or pleasure, you weren’t quite sure which but it was an out of control feeling you didn’t like. “Orpheus please,” You gasped, your legs shaking violently and threatening to fold. “Something is wrong, something is wrong,”

This time you grunted in effort to force back that threat, your knees were trebling so badly now that they knocked against Orpheus. Your nails dug into his shoulder and hair as your eyes watered. Gods the destruction you’d cause if you lost control. That thought made you bite down on your lip until you drew blood, and as crimson dripped from your lower lip and onto your chin, your legs finally did give. You made a strangled sound from deep within your throat as you went down, but rather than flopping to the summer field in a boneless pile of limbs Orpheus effortlessly caught you and cradled your body against his.

Your entire body trembled against his as you heaved for oxygen, eyes now caught with Orpheus’. He brushed a thumb over your stinging lip, swiping away the blood.

“You’re going to make me lose control,” You whispered your worry to him. His touch lingered upon your lip as he traced its pillow softness. They were already swollen from the multitude of kisses he had claimed, and would only worsen as the night drew on.

“Losing control and experiencing pleasure are two entirely different things,” Orpheus spoke to you, his face hovering mere millimeters from yours. Surely he could feel how hot you were. Oh yes he could feel how hot your skin was, your entire being was heating up from the magic writhing within you and snarling to be released. It wanted out. It wanted out now. “Do you trust me?”

He was asking about trust now? You didn’t hesitate to reply.

“More than anyone I know,” You breathed out, still feeling the electrified tremors of pleasure wrought by his mouth alone. A mouth that was conveniently smeared with your own release. Said mouth curved into a smile and Orpheus closed the minimal space between your lips. As he kissed your trembling lips, he slowly sat back, carefully maneuvering you to be perched upon his lap with your knees softly pressing into the grass on either side of him. Your underwear was now being stretched to the max from where it was caught around your spread knees.

Both of your hands worked the taught material from your legs until you wore not even a scrap of cloth upon your goddess like body. Your heart was pounding almost painfully beneath your breast now, sped up by the surge of magic and erotic tension. The next time Orpheus’ lips pushed against yours, his tongue swiped across the place you had bitten. It was still oozing blood and smearing your mouth crimson… but the sight of your delectable lips blood red only made the bard want you more.

“Undress me, my love,” Orpheus softly demanded, his eyes soaked in darkness. For a few moments you thought you saw the same stars that glimmered within Morpheus’. Those thoughts were only fleeting as your mind comprehended his demand and your cheeks went right back to being on fire. But this time you didn’t falter. Your fingers slipped across his chest, brushing against white fabric and pushing it back to reveal Orpheus’ beautiful luminescent skin.

You had his white robe unraveling, displaying a sculpted body you couldn’t look at because Orpheus’ gaze held you full attention. But that didn’t mean you could feel his muscles. His abdomen was smooth and muscled, and when your touch glossed over his hip bones to tug fabric free you couldn’t help but allow your fingers to linger. Orpheus was acutely aware of your touch and brushed his own hand up your side to stroke your figure. By the time your fingers finally pulled on his pants they were trembling. Your nerves were starting to get to you.

So Orpheus nuzzled your face, stealing a few more kisses from your lips while undoing the rest of his robes and pants so there was nothing separating you from him. The moment your sensitive and damp flesh met his you quivered and whimpered, sliding your arms around his torso to hug him closer. How was it that your body ached worse when you were touching him? It was mortifying enough to think he had buried his face between your legs, but this was— a drawn out moan slipped from your lips when Orpheus rolled his hips and pressed his cock against your flesh.

Your head fell back exposing the column of your untouched neck and the bard took full advantage to place his lips upon your untouched skin. Licking at your pulse, Orpheus sealed his lips against your flesh and sucked with the intention to make you his, all the while dragging his cock through your throbbing folds. You were soaked at this point, dripping with arousal that he could smell almost as strongly as the candles you had burning. Shuddering once more, your eyelashes fluttered when you magic clawed for freedom yet again. This time you made noise of discomfort.

In your floundering from the surging magic trying to break free from your body, Orpheus finally commenced the ritual. He began sliding his cock into your cunt, slowly, nearly moaning against your neck at how tight and clenching your walls were. You tensed within his arms and hugged him tighter as a raw pain began burning where your walls stretched. It wasn’t as sharp as you expected, but you certainly weren’t comfortable. When your pelvis met Orpheus and he just held you there, face buried in your neck, you found your voice again.

“You know you actually have to move to complete this stupid ritual,” You raspily spoke, staring up at the stars and wishing you had the courage to stare in him the eyes when he was literally balls deep in your body. Orpheus let out a strained chuckle that reverberated against your neck in an almost ticklish manner and began kissing his way up your neck. When his lips reached your jaw he used his hand to gently push your head so you were looking at him once more. Oh you were an absolute sight sitting within his lap, eyes softly glowing with magic and skin that was supple and bright.

“There is nothing stupid about entwining my soul with yours,” He uttered to you, hovering his lips over yours and feeling your short breaths. “And I will do so again and again for eternity just so that you may revel in the delights of your true power.” Your eyes went wide and you entirely forgot about the discomforts of your lower body because Orpheus always meant what he said. He’d tie himself to you for the rest of your life should you ask.

“Orpheu—sss,” His name which was meant to start a chide ended with a hiss as the bard gently bucked his hips, carefully driving his cock through your quivering walls. Your nails dug into his scalp while you leaned heavily into him, breathing through the wild sensations erupting within your body. “Oh, why does that feel…” You trailed off with a whimpering moan and Orpheus twisted his face to kiss your jaw.

“Tell me what hurts,” He ordered softly, forcing himself to maintain agonizingly slow movements. “Tell me what hurts and I will rectify that immediately.” Oh it wasn’t hurting anymore, that brief sting you felt had faded to a dull afterthought. Now you just wanted more of the feeling of his cock sliding within your body, making you feel full, making you feel pleasure. This time your fingers tangled in his hair to grip the strands and pushed his face against your yours.

“More,” You demanded. “More,” You made the point to try and roll your hips against his. Another explosion of sensation worked its way out from your cunt, making your thighs quiver against Orpheus’ hips and your stomach clench. “Please, I need more of you,” He was more than inclined to give you what you wanted. So beneath the moonlit sky and surrounded by five flickering candles, Orpheus began making love to you. He had you gasping in no time, clinging to him with your cheek pressed against his. You were also breathing heavily in between the tongue tying kisses that you shared. Kissing your lips once more, Orpheus scraped his teeth along your jaw to lave at your neck with the intention to leave marks.

Your legs, which were starting to burn, were barely helping in your intimate actions though Orpheus appeared to not even notice let alone care. He continued to buck up into you, addicted to your soft moans and delicious whimpers. While he was washed with pleasure and drunk off your body, he could also feel your wild magic storming inside your body. It was getting close to being either unleashed or bound. Your back arched when his cock struck a place deep within your cunt that made pleasure shoot down your legs.

Shit, what were you supposed to do again? It was hard to think with your body feeling like this.

“ἀγαπητή,” Orpheus’ call slipped from his lips to brush over yours as he cradled your head. Your eyelashes fluttered as you struggled to maintain his eye contact. “Your spell,” His forehead met yours and his thumb stroked your cheek. “You must say it.”

You gasped and struggled to find your voice, thighs shaking uncontrollably now while your entire body felt like it was on fire. And not in the good sense. The incarnation spilled from your lips in what felt like a jumbled mess, but you made sure to not slur your words. As the words spilled from your mouth, you could feel the ripples of power shimmering along your skin. Even your eyes were burning. Grappling Orpheus for some sort of hold on reality, your nails clawed his back as you spit out the last few words of latin. The moment you spoke the last word you finally felt the electricity of your own magic reacting.

Throwing your head back in ecstasy as the magic of the ritual combined with the physical pleasure you felt intertwined, your walls constricted around Orpheus’ cock shortly before an orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes blazed purple and you slumped within Orpheus’ embrace, overtaken by rushing magic rather than pleasure. This wasn’t exactly what you thought your first sexual experience would feel like. Fleeting. Almost disappointing.

Your hunched shoulders slumped further and your face burned from shame because who in the world sucked that bad at sex that they orgasmed in what had to only be a few minutes? Your lips remained trembling and closed and you dropped your forehead to Orpheus’ shoulder, not able to bear the thought of looking him in the eyes. Certainly when you felt the moisture sticking to your thighs and dripping from where his cock was still very much buried within your body. Oh gods there was so much dripping from you!

“You must forgive me, ἀγαπητή,” Orpheus murmured to you. Your mortification turned into confusion. “That was anything but what you deserve.”

Bard said what now??

Translations:

Propria manu, ex animo usque ad sanguinem, ligare— = by one’s own hand, from the soul to the blood, bind—

ἀγαπητή (fem.)  =  darling, beloved

Date Published: 10/1/23

Last Edit: 10/1/23

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[fishermanshook]

patched up (novelist x gn!reader)

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content warnings: mentions of blood and scars, possible spelling and grammar errors, second person POV, use of y/n like twice

The manor games are brutal, but even brutal is an understatement at how horrible they can really be. Consisting of blood, sweat and tears, all you can do is run. But running is tiring, especially when you know that no matter how many games you escape, you’ll be stuck here in this hell hole forever. 

And during these death games, getting hurt is almost always guaranteed. And if you don’t have the Doctor in your match to speed the (healing) process up, Survivors must take it upon themselves to heal them and their teammates. 

—

You're not too sure when your fingers started going numb during decoding, but with only 1 cipher being left undecoded, you’ve got to keep up the pace. 

Just minutes ago a loud announcement roared through the air, scaring the crows and other unearthly creatures that inhabited this manor away from where they were originally perched. The announcement let everyone know (who was in the game) that the Patient had been chaired and sent back to the manor. But you didn’t need the announcement to know that, as his screams rippled through the air only seconds before his inevitable doom. 

Now the Enchantress has been left with keeping the hunter occupied, and thanks to her pinning her location through a special piece of technology, you know to stay clear of that area. 

You let your fellow teammates know the area you're decoding in, the cipher being at least 50% completed. You're lost in concentration before a certain voice comes from behind you. 

“Hey,,y/n?”

Your head immediately jerks up, almost missing a calibration in the process. 

“Holy, oh my gosh Orpheus you scared me- oh.”

You look at Orpheus who’s slightly hunched back and has a small smile on his face. His pristine white trench coat looks like it's been relentlessly torn and ripped apart, smeared with dirt and what looks to be blood. Following the crimson trail, you spot that he’s cradling his left arm closely near his chest where his whole hand has been painted red. 

“Mind patching me up really quickly?”

How can you refuse? He’s your teammate after all and you can’t leave him standing there in a pile of his own blood.

“Always.”

— 

You and Orpheus sit closely near each other, with Orpheus sitting up with his legs out and your sitting criss crossed. You’ve produced your small medical bag that the manor has provided you with. It always gets restocked before every game by some unknown source, but that doesn’t really matter right now. All that matters is getting Orpheus patched up quickly so you two can finish decoding the last cipher and get out of here. 

You whip out the white medical gauze inside of the red bag and hastily get to work. Orpheus has stripped off his coat so you can get to the main source. You don’t have time to wash off any of the blood or even give him something to hold on to, but you make due with what you're given. 

Before wrapping the gauze of him, you take a rag from the kit and gently but rapidly wipe some of the blood from his arm. You hear him suck in a quick breath, but all you can mutter is something along the lines of “‘m sorry” before quickly wrapping up the gauze. 

Unfortunately, due to some previous trauma, the process takes a few minutes. With your shaking hands and Orpheus’ winces, it brings back some unpleasant memories. 

You may have accidentally tightened the gauze a little too harsh, because it sends Orpheus throwing his head back and grabbing onto your thigh. 

“Ah, shit, I’m sorry y/n.”

You're taking back a bit, looking the other way to avoid contact, pretending to get something else from your bag. 

“Don’t worry about it, just try your best to sit still, okay? If it’s really that bad then you can squeeze my thigh, k?” You say with a small smile.

Orpheus’ eyes widened a bit, but not before shaking his head and staring forward into the abyss. 

You get back to applying the gauze onto his arm, but it’s a little hard when you can’t forget how warm his hand feels gripping onto your thigh. 

—

The rush of adrenaline you get when the final cipher pops is insanely overwhelming, but you’ve learned to just embrace it and take off as far as your legs will grant you. Using that adrenaline, you find yourself rushing to type in the code to the exit gate, then the anxiety gets the best of you. 

“You're not going to be able to type it if your hands keep shaking like that,” Orpheus says, taking your hand and removing it gently from the keypad “let me please.” 

As you stand there with your wobbly legs, Orpheus wonders if you’ve ever noticed how he doesn’t necessarily treat you the same as he treats the others. He’s so much more kind to you then the others, not that he’s necessarily rude or mean to the other inhabitants of the manor though. It’s just that you’ve caught his attention and now he can’t take his mind off of you. 

He wonders if he told you, would you feel the same?

But something pulls him out of his thoughts, as a blood curdling scream comes from the distance. Orpheus and you both look behind yourselves and are met with a bloody and messy Patricia. 

Her clothes have been tattered and abused, her sparkly purple outfit has been ripped to shreds as wounds decorate her body, spilling cardinal red blood. Red blood that perfectly matches the way the Sculpture eyes light up when she meets your gaze. 

Orpheus is quick to put in the code as the Enchantress shouts to go for the tie. He quickly grabs your hand, forcing himself to ignore the way you scream Patricia's name. He pulls you and him through the gate before you can get hit by a sculpture. 

When you two make your way through the gate, he’s still holding your hand as he asks you if you're alright. Are you hurt? Are you in pain? You shake your head side to side but can’t help the tears that silently fall from your eyes and cup your cheeks, almost in a loving way. 

Orpheus doesn’t want to see you cry, and so, acting on impulse, he pulls you in for a hug. Softly shushing you as he combs his fingers through your hair. The two of you sit in silence as you wait for the old and battered carriage to take you back like it always does. 

—

The carriage is dimly lit by a small lantern hanging from the ceiling of the moving vehicle, and he can’t make out the person in the front, but he isn’t really too worried about that right now. 

He’s just thankful you can’t see the blush that’s crept up the back of his neck and spread itself across his face. 

Your head lays loosely on his shoulder, his head on top of your as he rubs his thumb in circles on your palm. Your tears have dried and stained your cheeks, but you're too exhausted to wipe them away. Orpheus isn’t sure what made you start crying, especially when he knows this isn’t your first match. Was it due to exhaustion? The wearing of adrenaline? Or did everything that had just happened catch you off guard? Multiple questions plagued his mind, but the Novelist knew better than to bombard you with his onslaught of wonders, so he just sat with you. You and your tattered body, covered in scars from previous matches. 

To hell with those Hunters, if they ever die. 

— End

note: i say kinda b/c i feel like this isn't really a fic but it'll happen to do,,, this fic sucks i’m sorry you guys

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, or repost my work on any other platform

[turbulentscrawl]

Heyy! Could you write a most-to-least compatible with a clingy!reader with the survivors maybe?

I love your works and find myself rereading them a lot, they're really stellar!! •v•

Thank you, I'm glad you like my work!! (I added Ithaqua, I couldn't resist)

Emma wants to be with you all hours of the day, craves it. She wants to never be alone again. If you want the same, then it’s nothing short of a match made in heaven, right?

(Bonus) Ithaqua is not #1 only because he doesn’t like if you get desperate about him having to leave for matches. Like, first of all, he doesn’t get a say and there’s nothing he can do. Second of all, he enjoys terrorizing the little survivors. This is his Me-Time. Any other time he adores having you wrapped around his finger—and a little separation pouting is endearing, but any more than that and he gets frustrated.

Eli is incredibly patient. He loves your company and doesn’t mind a shadow most of the time. But as he’s somewhat of a figurehead and confidant in the manor, he will sometimes need private time with other inhabitants. It’s for their privacy, you see, surely you understand. Otherwise, he doesn’t mind you sticking by his side!

Andrew won’t ever say it, but you liking his company so much sooths a lot of his soul-aches and worries. He does like some occasional quiet time, but otherwise he likes that you would choose time with him over time alone.

Antonio loves his darling’s company…but he also knows it’s important to give his friends some quality time too. (And he has a good amount of friends, despite fate’s intentions.) It’s only fair, right? Surely you can wait a bit. He’ll find you again later to share a bottle of wine.

Ganji similarly likes a good amount of time with his partner…but he’s also quite used to being alone and gets irritable when he doesn’t get any decompression time alone. Make sure he gets like five hours to do his own thing, and he’ll be alright the rest of the time.

Melly doesn’t know what to do with you most of the time. It’s not that she dislikes having you around, but rather she feels awkward. Is she…supposed to be doing something with you? Is she expected to entertain you? She’ll deal with this better after some reassurance and comfort, but otherwise struggles with subconscious expectations about her duties as a partner.

Emily can appreciate clinginess from a medical standpoint. You’ve got some abandonment wounds, yes? You’re afraid of being left behind. She will do her best to accommodate you, but unfortunately she has to work the infirmary most nights and you can’t just loiter in there. Respect her work hours and she’ll make it work the rest of the time.

Orpheus is busy with his own things a good chunk of the time, but as long as it’s not anything private he doesn’t mind sharing space with you. You can even sit on his lap while he’s busy writing…just don’t distract him with inane chatter. And when he says he’s busy, respect that.

Norton avoids you for your own good, alright? Don’t make this difficult. He’s not answering any questions about the hows and the whys, and begging will get you nowhere. When he’s able to have you around, rest assured he’ll be around. He wants to be around you. But whenever he leaves you be, it’s because you’re safer that way.

Luchino also has work. Even in the manor, he’s not giving up on his research, his life’s work. It’s better if you let him come to you. Make plans with him; he’ll never be late, never forget you. But he has work and even as his s/o you can’t be allowed to distract him.

[katstrange]

Werewolf! Patroclus x Darling hcs

⚠️🔞WARNING! This will contain some suggestive content, nothing too explicit but I’d appreciate if you’re under the age of 17-18 please scroll away🔞⚠️

-art by me💕

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus who absolutely adores his Darling and keeps her safe. Does his absolute best to protect her and care for her even before they were mates

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus who LOVES to bury his face into the crook of your neck- he just can’t get enough of your scent and surprises you with your favourite perfume so you can wear it more often

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus who has trouble sleeping at night when you go out for late shifts at work, he’s constantly checking on you, making sure nothing happens to you.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that doesn’t really like to share his Darling..he gets a sense of jealousy when Achilles is a little too touchy with you.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that growls whenever someone hurts his Darling’s feelings, he has to be calmed down or he might maul that person.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that acts like a puppy, whimpering softly as you stroke his hair and ears,,his tail will wag frantically and his cheeks will get all rosy.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that likes to rub against you in a puppy type way. Nuzzling your neck, trying to get his scent on you. Wanting to mark you with his musk and pheromones that smell of earth and pine, morning due and fresh rain.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that just likes to hold you in his arms..kissing you any time he can. Loving you and talking to you about your future together.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that gets scared when the full moon comes.. when he fully turns into a beast. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that genuinely cries when he accidentally scratches you during the full moon. He apologies more times than Achilles has lost his temper, he locks himself in his room only for you to calm him down and let him know you’re fine and he doesn’t need to worry.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that is thankful his Darling still loves him despite his lycanthropy. He couldn’t be happier and he wraps you in a tight hug.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that loves giving you nicknames like: “Little lamb”, “My sweet girl”, “My little love”. He can’t help it.. he loves the way your cheeks flush when he calls you any of those.

⚠️🔞Suggestive content ahead🔞⚠️

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that can’t help feeling a bit excited when you call him a “good boy “. It makes him want to jump over the counter and take you right there.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that absolutely had no patience when it came to knotting you. His mind overwhelmed with thoughts about filling you up his pups and having a cute, little family with you.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that shivers every time you sit on his lap, and he has to force himself not to bend you over and mate you right in the living room.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that got excited when you said yes. He practically pounced on you! Not even waiting to head to the bed room as he took you right there on the floor. No one was in the house besides you two- so it wouldn’t matter.

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that can’t go to bed normally now that he’s had a taste.. he needs you by his side after all that.. he has to taste you again. From your lips to your soft, velvet core. He has to!

🌿-Werewolf! Patroclus that loves to nuzzle your boobs. No matter what size.. they’re soft and cute to him, one of his favourite parts since he just rests his face there and is content. What in the world are you going to do with him..?

—Thanks for reading! Please consider liking and rebloging🙏—

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Okay I was sleeping and I had a wonderful idea about Orpheus as one does and I’m thinking, he’s a writer. Surely He’s written something SPICY

Back to my point- So he’s writing one of his scenes for a novel but is just running out of inspiration. He then asks partner Y/N for help, and just tests a few kinks on them? I thought that would be pretty cool and I love how you right for Orpheus. Don’t feel pressured to write this just an idea, love your work!

I talked about this with a couple of friends but yes I believe Orpheus has done this with his lover.

To me, Orpheus writes what knows when it comes to those particular scenes. How? The man explored, went out to opium dens, molly houses, cat houses, etc. Just so he can write those scenes perfectly. Plus sex scenes are not written a lot in his books, and when they are it because for plot reasons it needs it. He is a more psychology horror mixed with series of unfortunate events vibes type with a dash of disturbing images (he basically Lovecraftian writer of that world tlr lol)

Anyway! I think Orpheus likes to watch. Yes, I think he is into voyeurism. There are few people in the manor he would not mind watching rail reader while he watching taking notes. Some think he is into cuckholding, but understand, Orpheus will only do that with those he knows he can hold the leash of.

The people he would let sleep with reader in his presence: Norton, Matthias (im bias), of course Nightmare (especially watching how much you can fit uwu), and Jack (they just using him like a dildo no im not explaining), Professor (two tops he knows why he is here)

Orpheus is a whore the end

[magiccueball]

hii its your favourite naib simp again /j

can i request sfw and nsfw orphy headcanons? im starved of orphy content rn

Orpheus/Novelist x Male! Reader Headcanons

[SFW & NSFW- MINORS DNI]

Note: Don’t worry! I saw your follow up request for it to be a male reader. I got you! This is my first time writing Orpheus as well so this is all a bit scary but I hope you enjoy!

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SFW Headcanons:

-Orpheus himself is a fairly charming but mysterious man. He looks like he’s always mulling something over in his mind so there may be some hesitation from both sides to approach one another.

-But he’d be the one most likely to initiate conversation, usually posing a question so you both can have a beautiful discussion of the mind.

-He’s always interested in picking the brain of his fellow man but the more he does, the more he realizes that you’re beyond just being a wonderful conversationalist.

-Love never did cross his mind to begin with and certainly not with a man such as yourself but he can’t deny the feelings for too long.

-He eventually confesses via a letter lovingly tucked away in a book that you both treasure reading over and over again.

-He tells you how he’s loved spending each and every second with you. Even just sitting in the same room as him sends his heart soaring.

-He wasn’t sure how you felt so he wrote his note to give you a chance to run away if you wanted to. I mean, another man confessing his feelings for you in such a way? You probably thought him a fool. But still, he felt more confident behind his words and he couldn’t bear to be potentially rejected face to face so he felt this was the only way.

-But the next time you saw him, you returned the feelings. The news brought a smile to his face as he brought you in for a gentle embrace.

-But on the inside, he was hiding a flood of happy tears. He never truly realized how lonely and isolated he was until he met you. And now that you were his? He didn’t have to feel that way anymore.

-From then on, your days were shared by the crackling fireplace, curled up together with both of your noses buried in books of all topics within the quiet of your now shared room.

-He calls you his “dove.” You’re so calm and enchanting on your own but when you speak, he can’t help but be drawn in to what you have to say. He drank your metaphorical coos like an addictive wine.

-He has an oddly adorable need to give you forehead kisses when you two are alone. He’s a bit shy about showing public displays of affection but has no qualms of exchanging kisses and I love yous behind closed doors.

-He’ll find the confidence to publicly be sweet with you eventually. Just give him time.

-At night, he loves holding you close. He now realizes he has something to treasure and never wants to lose you so he loves to have you in his arms, embracing you as he had done when you first accepted his confession.

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NSFW Headcanons:

-He prefers to top but if convinced enough, he’d let you have control every once in a while.

-But either way, he’s a very caring person to make love with. He’s vanilla in all the right ways.

-He takes time to deeply analyze all of your most sensitive places to make you feel absolutely euphoric.

-He doesn’t go fast or rough right away either. In fact, he’s very slow, methodical and precise about every movement he makes inside of you. It’s absolutely agonizing but it’s worth it once he speeds up and brings you closer and closer to the edge.

-He likes to have you on your back instead of bent over or turned away from him. He doesn’t want you to hide your face or to look away from him. You’re as handsome as a sculpture if not more so he wants to see your every reaction.

-He loves leaning down close to your face and lacing his fingers with yours. He tells you over and over how lucky he is to find a man like you before giving you the deepest and most romantic of kisses while filling you with his warmth.

-Once you both are absolutely spent from your lewd activities, he’ll be close by to make sure you’re taken care of. He’s usually up late at night anyhow so know you will be safe no matter what.

-To him, staying up is all worth it in the end when he can eventually see the face of the man he loves absolutely glowing in the morning light over and over again.