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[angelltheninth]

Luchino Diruse Loses Control While You're Giving Him a Blowjob

Pairing: Luchino Diruse x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, reptilian traits, cockworship, boobjob, orgasm encouragement, cum swallowing, a bit of cockwarming, sub!Luchino Diruse

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A/N: Okay, yeah the evil reptilian professor got to me. You can't put this skrunkly loser in front of me and expect me not to wannna suck him off. Divider is by @adornedwithlight.

Luchino has been having a very hard time controling his more reptilian traits lately, he's not sure how much longel he'll be able to hold it in

You on the other hand don't want him to hold anything back

The reptilian side of him is till him, still your lover, your mad scientist that stole your heart

So you took it upon yourself to help him calm down... by taking care of his morning wood

By now his cock was already slightly different than a human one, with the slightest scaley ribbed feel against your tongue and breasts

As you wrapped your full lips around the even more sensitive head of his cock he moaned and his hips twitched upwards, his eyes still shut tight

You want him to look at you, to see that you love him, that you lust for him, and you always will

Seems like he needs a bit more encoragement to do that

Enveloping his cock even more with your soft tits you whisper words of praise against him, his too sensitive cockhead leaking cum as your warm breath hits it

Locks eyes with you right as you take him into your mouth again

With a smile you shake your boobs, massaging him while your mouth works on the parts of his cock that are left exposed

The temperature differance has him shaking

He can feel it so much more now, more every day that he becomes less human

Not that it will stop you, if anying it will make you want to keep his cock warm even more often

Perhaps under his desk while he works, you could keep it in your mouth

Or you could let him sleep with his cock balls deep in your warm cunt, so that when he wakes up and he's hard he can fuck you without issue

All your suggestions send tremors through his body that have nothing to do with his now colder blood

You can see his teeth sharpening as he tries to catch his breath

His fingers, now tipped with sharp claws, dig and tear the bed in an effort to keep still while he shoots jets of cum into your mouth, coating it with a taste that is familliar but slightly coolder

Again, you don't mind

You smile at him as you pull away, a white string of cum connecting your lips and his cock before it breaks off

More cum is still flowing and spilling onto your boobs as you massage his cock up and down with them

He's blushing, it's nice to know you can still make parts of him get hot and encourage his blood flow

[bimboothefool]

Hi!! Can I request a yandere Emil and Ada x gn reader? Maybe how they met the reader, how will treat them if they ever abduct them, up to you!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

Oh Yes you may and I had to rewatch their introduction trailer just to get a good feel of their personalities. Hopefully you’ll enjoy these headcanons Anon! ^7^ 🩷 Happy Halloween to you all, hopefully this halloween was great and you got a bunch of treats or atleast had fun!!🎃🎉

Warning this story isn't suitable for an audience of 17 & younger.

This story contains the following subject matters: Drugging, Gaslighting, Possessive & Manipulative Behavior, Kidnapping, Brainwashing and Forced Marriage (???) If you click read more you've consented to reading this story.

- There’s two possibilities they’ll meet you, You’re either Ada’s coworker/psychology nurse or are a patient like Emil.

- If you’re Ada’s coworker, she’ll often observe how you behave, what your quirks are and overall take in as much info about you as possible.

- Ada falls in love with seeing how devoted you are to making sure the patients are comfortable and safe. Every time to obediently follow her orders or trial behind her, her heart skips a beat.

- She also takes into account how your relationship is with Emil, sometimes leaving him in your care as she quickly “attends” to other patients.

- Emil would at first be weary of you, but soon warms up to you. He’ll cling to you often wanting to lay his head on your shoulder or lap.

- Emil grips onto your hand, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He craves your attention and affection.

- Emil falls in love with how gentle and kind you are to him. He’s been so deprived of it, finally getting it is like finding cold, crisp oasis in a cruel, hot desert.

- Ada seeing how well you take care of Emil, involves you in their escape plan. Basically feeding you half truths and getting you coaxed into this plan.

- If you don’t agree and stand your ground, she drugs you and takes you with her. Emil clings to your unconscious form immediately, hugging you close. Wanting your warmth as Ada drives.

- Now onto if you’re a patient like Emil, he’s pretty antisocial during his time at the asylum. Barely talking to anyone else, you showed him a sliver of kindness, he’s practically attached at the hip with you.

- Often seeking you out and asking where you are. Wherever you go, he follows right after you.

- Ada seeing this change in behavior does a bit of bargains with the higher ups and is soon assigned as your psychologist.

- She’s very intrigued on how you operate as well. Learning every intimate detail about you.

- Ada proposes the idea of taking you out of this place, proposing you’re better off with her than in here.

- She’ll again just kidnaps and drugs you if you say no.

- Now onto how they both treat you after you’re abducted for both scenarios.

- If you resisted, when you wake up, you’re tied up. Ada knows how clever you are and isn’t taking any chances. She knows that using a different method on you into making you love both her and Emil is her top priority along with helping Emil.

- “Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll see things our way. For now rest up.” Ada looks down at your restrained form.

- When the hypnosis results start to stagnate, she knows they’ve yielded incredible results. ‘ Maybe, just maybe they’ll work on you. ‘

- So now you’re apart of her tests, your backbone is forcibly ripped from you. Your autonomy is taken from you piece by piece.

- Emil helps out by constantly being beside you, seeking you out frequently and offering you comfort and security. Feeding you the idea that he nor Ada would never hurt you. They want you to be as free and happy as they are.

- After many tests, you finally crack and often needing to be close to Ada or Emil. If both they’re both around, the merrier your time is spent with them. You crave their attention at first. But slowly you needed their love.

- Ada and Emil’s love becomes your addiction, their kisses make your knees buckle, their embrace keeps you grounded and it all felt so right.

- The once loud voice screaming for you to run and hide, starts to get quieter and quieter. You don’t want to run from your beloveds. They’re your lovers, why would you run from them.

- Ada and Emil have shown you what true love is. They would never hurt you. Ada and Emil love you and you love them.

- If you went along and complied, Ada uses this to her advantage. Using Emil as a way to tempt you to not defy her. Emil isn’t innocent, he plays along and amplifies how he needs you too. Having without you, means he’s incomplete.

- With time it does its twisted job, you fall in love with Emil and soon Ada. You look forward to their kisses, the nights where you cuddle eachother.

- You all practically are each other’s entire world, you know even death won’t make neither of you part.

- This is true love, the pinnacle of pure, unconditional and unadulterated love.

- In both scenarios, when you all receive an invite. When both Ada and Emil, propose to you. Your heart is beating with sick joy. First a getaway from this life you’ve outgrown and now being engaged to the two people you clutch onto dearly.

- “Paradise… Here we come.” You smile with broken delight. You now have rings on both of your ring finger. This is the start of a new chapter, with your new wife and husband.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐬

[otakusparkle]

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[eunxhan]

Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ Hiya! I just wanted to know which killers in IDV you head cannon as just like contrasting yanderes? (Basically when you behave they pepper you in kisses gifts until you disobey them and then.. well, you imagine 😞😞) Have a good day/night!

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Oh I love this idea, I had to read each and every Hunters Wikipedia.. And I can't seem to find more explanations about 'contrasting yandere'. Some characters I don't really know quite alot about and I'm sorry if these are rushed and little, I ran out of ideas for most. I just noticed that all of the yanderes I've picked have one thing in common.. Is they love music:'))..

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC/ROMANTIC.

Reader ⨾ NON SPECIFIED. GN!RDR. YOU/YOURS.

Words used ⨾ 1,583 words 8,824 characters

Characters ⨾ YAN! ANN, JACK, JOSEPH, ANTONIO, MICHIKO, XIE BI'AN & FAN WUJIU.

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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Ꮺ ANN ( DISCIPLE ) ⨾

She's a dangerous, sympathetic and terrifying at the same time. She's a faithful and devoted follower of a Hunter, whom she regards as her God and savior. Though, she's a dangerous and sadistic individual who relishes in punishing and torturing those who defy her God. Now she expects you to do the same, she wants you to be disciplined uand do nothing but to listen to her. It's on her name.

She worships her darling by being overly devoted, possessive and loyal. She will do anything to make her darling happy, including stalking and isolating you from other people. She will also be very attentive to your needs and wants, and will always try to anticipate your wishes.

Now if you obey her? Oh she'll reward you with her love, affection, and protection as usual. She will do everything in her power to make sure her darling is happy and content, and will go to great lengths to please you. This might include cooking their favorite meals, planning activities they enjoy, or even sacrificing her own needs and wants. That's how she express her love to you.

But on the other hand, if you ever disobeys or betrays her, she will not hesitate to use her violent and vengeful nature. She will stop at nothing to make sure her darling is hers and hers only, even if it means using force and intimidation to keep you under her control.

Now after her horrible punishment as trapping you inside a small dark room with nothing. Expect for her cat to be following you whenever you go, The cat is a way for her to monitor and control your behavior, as the cat can act as a spy and snitch on you whenever you behave in a way that is not approved by Ann. The cat is a good a tool to punish you if they disobey or betray her. Now say goodbye to your privacy...

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Ꮺ JACK ( RIPPER ) ⨾

Like I said on my last headcanons about him.. He's not nice even in the beginning. He's a violent and unhinged type of yandere who takes great pleasure in causing pain and suffering to others. His sadistic nature, he's obsessed with his darling and will do anything to make you happy.

Jack's love to his darling is such that he'd go to great lengths to keep you close and under his control. He'd stalk, isolate and even kill anyone who stands in his way. His darling is his everything, his reason for existing, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He'll showers you with love and affection, just like the last yandere. He will do anything to make you happy and fulfilled, oh he's so proud of his darling! He'll be more attentive to your needs, spoil you with gifts and attention, and make sure you feel safe and protected in his presence. Now you understand why he's doing all of this for you!

He's not surprised if you disobey him, Jack shows no remorse and use violence and intimidation to keep you in line. To let you know who's the one being in charge here, don't even think about trying to escape from his presence again. You'll never see the outside world again if you did.

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Ꮺ ANTONIO ( VIOLINIST ) ⨾

Please, I have a soft spot for this man. He's a musician who's deeply in love with his darling, but who's also capable of resorting to extreme measures to protect and possess his beloved. I hc him as a yandere who likes a darling that appreciate on what he do..

There's a gentleness and sensitivity to him, which makes him complicated. Unlike other Yanderes, who are often motivated by fear or hatred, he seems driven more by love, and is capable of displaying affection, tenderness, and even compassion towards his darling. He actually loves it more when you're comfortable with him.

So when you obey him, he showers you with love, and will do anything in his power to keep it that way. Playing his violin for you (not in a hurtful way—), singing to you, and even composing new pieces to express his love.

If your obedience was just an act in order to keep him blind just for you to escape or seems to be distancing, he can become overbearing and controlling. He'll get frustrated on why you had to do that for, he have given you all, was he not enough? He'll be more strict and give you the cold shoulder.

And if you still continue? He does not hesitate to use his terrifying melody on you. He'll continue to play as your ears are bleeding, throwing up, crying hysterically, having the biggest migraines known to man until you apologize to him and promised to not do it again. Don't worry though, he'll treat you and shower you with affection as if nothing had happened.

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Ꮺ JOSEPH ( PHOTOGRAPHER ) ⨾

He is a skilled and talented photographer who is always ready to capture your perfect moment, though he is also a master of deception and manipulation, using his charm to lure unsuspecting victims into his web. He is obsessed with you, your charm and he will go to extreme lengths to keep you under him, going to an extent to isolate you from anyone.

It's not common for you to obey him, so when the time you suddenly obey him or satisfy his every desire.. He was skeptical, as if it was a trap.. Or a sign that you're giving up and giving yourself to him. Though he rewards you by giving his time and attention.. If you're patient enough and continue to be obedient, he'll be giving whatever you ask.

but when you go against him or betray his trust, he can become cold, cruel, violent. Not hesitating to use his powers to get rid of any obstacle that stands between him and his darling.

He'll be using your insecurities and your past against you as he punishes you by geing trapped in a picture, he'll use manipulation, guilt-tripping, and even stalking, to keep you under his control. To physical or emotional abuse as punishment.

We both know what he's gonna do to you in there. You'll come out with a couple bruises.. And will he help you? No, he's still disappointed of you trying to escape from his grasp.

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Ꮺ MICHIKO ( GEISHA ) ⨾

I actually see her as some mother loving yandere, with so many people that have mistreated her. You manage to catch her in the eyes, usually she hates it but something to you made her want to take care of you, treat you like you need help and guidance from someone bigger.

Deep sense of love and loyalty towards you, whose behavior are often driven by her desire to keep her darling safe. She's not driven by hatred, but by a deep-seated fear of being alone and of losing the person she loves.

It'll take long for her to notice your sudden obedience towards her but once she got to it, she's so happy that you're listening to her! she showers you with more affection, and keep you obedient. Spoiling her beloved with expensive gifts, taking you out on lavish adventures, and using her charm and beauty to make you love her.

If you ever disobey her, she let's it slide twice or thrice.. But if it keeps going and using her kindness to your advantage. She'll be angry, she can't manage to hurt you as it hurts her more but she had no choice.. She's manipulative.

She's more on scolding you with her words, the same as Joseph, she'll use every single flaw that you had against you until you fall back. It hurts more than it hurts you, yknow?

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Ꮺ XIE BI'AN & FAN WUJIU ⨾ ( a bit ooc? )

Xie Bi'an is a quiet and reserved individual, who's deeply in love with his darling, and will do anything to keep you safe. He's the type to use manipulation, guilt-tripping, and stalking to keep you on his grasp. He's also capable of resorting to physical or emotional abuse as punishment just like any other yanderes.

Fan Wujiu, on the other hand, is a fun-loving and playful individual. He's the type to use charm, wit, and humor to distract you from doing something ridiculous. He's also capable of using manipulation and gaslight to ensure that his darling remains loyal to him.

Once darling get so obedient, both of them might view the sudden obedience of you as a sign that they are finally getting through to you, and might feel a sense of satisfaction and relief as you're finally accepting them as a part of your life. Fan Wujiu would be more touchy while Xie Bi'an continue to whisper sweet nothings against your ear.

They have all the patience in the world no matter how many times that you disobey them, they understand that it's suffocating to have them by your side most of the time so they give you space..as long as you're still in their sight.

But once you try to escape or do much worse.. They see it as disloyalty, you have no choice but to accept them being next to you at all cost. Taking turns to keep an eye on you, keeping you under their umbrella.

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[eliasmelody]

♡VALENTINE'S ADDITION♡

Tag: Wu Chang x f!reader, Naib x f!reader, Emily x f!reader (platonic), Luca x f!reader, maid reader, (a hint of Fan Wujiu x Xie Bi'an and Ganji x reader)...

Contain: pet name, feeding, code-switching (for Wu Chang, check at the end for translation); injury care (for Naib); platonic love, hint of mother figure (for Emily); concussion, small conflict (for Luca), overall fluff!

Warning: Grammar & spelling

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Wu Chang - Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an

You stood anxiously on the sofa, the head maid’s message still fresh in your mind, a letter from the hunter requiring your immediate presence. A sense of worry lingered, but perhaps you were overthinking it.

Your gaze drifted to the white guard, his hand holding a strawberry mooncake.

"Open wide~" Xie Bi'an's voice was soft, yet there was an underlying playfulness that made your heart flutter.

"Ugh, stop with that tone, Bi'an," Fan Wujiu groaned, taking a slow sip of his tea, his eyes rolling in mild annoyance.

Bi’an chuckled softly, ignoring Wujiu’s comment. He gently placed the strawberry mooncake near your lips, a smile playing on his own as he waited for you to take a bite.

"Now, now, Wujiu, don’t be a killjoy. Let me have my fun."

Wujiu let out another exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes again. You chewed the dessert slowly, your eyes widening slightly as the sweet, delicate flavor of the strawberry mooncake filled your mouth. It was unexpectedly delicious, a perfect blend of sweetness and softness.

Bi’an's smile widened as he watched you savor the mooncake. He seemed pleased, his eyes filled with affection and satisfaction. "Do you like it, bǎo bèi?"

You nodded enthusiastically, the taste lingering on your tongue.

Bi’an chuckled again, clearly pleased with your reaction. He reached for another mooncake. "I’m glad you like it. Here, try this one."

Wujiu rolled his eyes once more, clearly unimpressed. "Lún dào wǒ le," He muttered, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Before you could even react, he swiftly scooped you up and placed you gently on his lap. You let out a surprised yelp.

Your face turns bright red as Wujiu suddenly picks you up and places you on his lap. You are taken aback by his sudden actions, but you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement.

"Now, eat," he said, his tone commanding but not unkind, as he settled you in place, his hands resting casually around your waist.

Bi’an, who was watching the scene unfold, let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

"My, my, Wujiu. A bit eager, aren’t we?”

Wujiu shoots a quick and harsh glare at Bi'an, clearly unamused. He tightens his grip around your waist, making sure you won't be able to escape.

"Shut up, Bi'an" He snapped, his gaze now focused back on you. Despite his words, Wujiu blushes at Bi'an's remark. It's well-known that he adores both of you.

Bi'an can't help but laugh at Wujiu's reaction, clearly enjoying the sight of the usually stoic and unapproachable hunter blushing.

"You’re being a tad bit physical, aren’t you? It’s quite endearing to see you this way."

Wujiu's grip on your waist tightens even more, his expression turning even more grouchy.

"Ignore him," He murmurs, his tone much softer as directed at you. "Just eat.”

Feeling the pressure from both sides, you sighed softly, your stomach still full from lunch. Despite the heaviness in your chest, you reluctantly took another bite, your lips barely curving into a pout.

I just ate, you thought, but the combination of their attention and the undeniable sweetness of the mooncake made it hard to resist.

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Mercenary - Naib Subedar

It was late, and you were going through your usual midnight check, making sure all the important doors and windows were securely closed. Your footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as you passed the infirmary, but then something caught your eye.

"Huh? Did Ms Emily forget to close the door?" You were about to push it shut when a faint sound stopped you, a soft, almost imperceptible hiss coming from inside. You step further inside, your breath shallow as you feel a chill crawl down your spine.

The infirmary is unnervingly dark, with only the faint light from the window casting long shadows on the floor.

Everyone must be asleep by now, and the manor owner strictly forbids anyone from wandering at night unless on duty.

In the corner of the bed, you think you see something move for a split second. You take a wary step forward, but then freeze.

"Naib?" You whisper, your voice barely audible, the room feeling colder with each passing moment. "Oh no..."

He curses under his breath, his body frozen in the shadows. You sets the candle down on the table, the flickering light revealing your worried expression as you quickly moves toward him.

"What happened to you?" You asks, voice full of concern. You notice the nasty cuts and bruises on his scarred body, likely from the match.

"Did you forget to get checked up, or did you brush it off again?" You frown.

He doesn't answer. The shadow barely reveals his face, and the silence between you thickens.

You sigh, frustration creeping in. "Gimme the bandage."

"...[y/n]..." He protests.

"Please don't argue with me." Your voice is firm, but there's a quiet concern hidden beneath, the silence between you thickening.

Naib sighs, and reluctantly hands you the box of bandages. His expression remains unreadable in the dim light, but you can sense the weight of his unspoken thoughts.

You clumsily pour the antibiotics on his wound, carefully dabbing it with cotton before wrapping it up. He doesn’t flinch, not even once. His stillness makes you uneasy, but you focus on the task, unable to see his face as you work on his back.

"... You’re bad at this." Suddenly, he speaks, his voice rough, breaking the silence. It catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate before continuing.

"... I'm trying," You mutter, a blush creeping up as you fumble with the bandage. You were never good at this whole medic thing. "... Does it hurt?" You ask, glancing at him, hoping he’ll be honest.

"... Barely anymore," He replies, his voice soft, yet still tinged with exhaustion.

The room falls into silence after that. Naib takes over, finishing the bandaging with a practiced hand, clearly aware of your lack of skill.

"You already did the worst of it," He says casually, noticing the sulk on your face as he wraps the final bandage.

After he finishes, you gather the bottles and bandages, quietly putting everything back in place.

Suddenly, you feel a soft pat on your head.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

It’s so quick, and by the time you glance up, he’s already gone, vanishing like the wind. You sit there, a blush creeping across your face, unsure if it really happened or if it was just your imagination.

The next morning, when you wake up, there’s a small chocolate box sitting at your door.

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Doctor - Emily Dyer

You are on a mission today. No more hesitant this time, you already turned down many offers nowaday because of your injury. So you hope you can change her mind this time.

Despite the holiday, the never-ending task of checking dwindling supplies must left her drained.

You open the door to the infirmary, the sound of a deep sigh echoing through the quiet room. The faint smell of antiseptic lingers in the air as you step inside. "Hello Ms Emily!”

Emily's eyes flickered open at the sound of her name, and she let out a long sigh of relief. "Finally," She whispered, her tension easing as help arrived. She straightened up, grateful for the much-needed assistance.

As Emily reached for the cup of coffee, the warm aroma filled the air, and she couldn't help but hum in delight. The first sip was like a wave of comfort, its warmth grounding her in the moment. It was just what she needed to keep going.

"Thank you," she said softly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Wow..." You glance at all the boxes of supplies in the room. "You’ve already sorted half of it?"

Emily sighed and nodded, still sipping her coffee. "Who else? The quicker it’s done, the quicker I get some time," She muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

You nod in understanding, glancing around one more time before turning to her. "I made you a small snack." You try to lighten the mood, setting a delicate porcelain mold on the table, a chocolate soufflé.

You look at her excitedly, a small grin spreading across your face. "Something to help you recharge.”

Emily's expression lightens as she sees the soufflé, touched by your thoughtfulness.

"You made this? For me?" She sets down her cup of coffee and looks at the delicate dessert, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She lets out a soft laugh, charmed by your eagerness. Emily's smile widens as she picks up the soufflé, admiring the craftsmanship. "You're so sweet. Thank you."

She picks up a spoon and takes a small bite of the soufflé, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise. The rich taste and texture of the dessert seem to melt in her mouth.

"Oh, it's delicious. You're quite the little chef, aren't you?”

You blush slightly at her words. "Oh, it was nothing. Just something simple, any of the maids could’ve done it.”

Emily smiles at your humility, thoroughly enjoying the snack you made for her. She takes another bite before speaking again.

"Well, simple or not, it's very impressive. You've managed to lift my mood and give me a much-needed energy boost."

You wait for Emily to take a few more bites of the dessert before speaking again, shyly.

"So, um, you know... can I hang out with Ganji today?" You ask warily, glancing at Emily.

Emily frowns slightly. "Has your ankle healed up?"

"...yes?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"No?"

Emily sighs and shakes her head. "Just be careful, and don’t run too much."

"Yes." You whisper, flashing a victory sign.

"And no playing cricket either."

You drop your jaw, but your arms are fine. "...why?"

Emily calmly scoops another bite of the dessert, not even glancing at you as she replies. "Because once you start, you’ll keep going. And then you’ll ignore what the doctor says.”

The doctor was right, you have a tendency to get caught up in the fun. Emily only wants what’s best for you; she always has. Still, you can already picture Ganji’s frown deepening at this… Oh well you try.

You huff and turn away. "Fine.”

Emily chuckles softly, then mutters after you retreat form. "Have fun.”

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Prisoner - Luca Balsa

You let out a quiet sigh, watching Luca completely absorbed in his "experience," as if you’re just part of the scenery. It’s like he’s forgotten you exist, expecting you to stand around and look pretty.

Muttering, "I'm getting snacks," you don’t wait for a response. He’s so lost in whatever’s happening that you doubt he even heard you.

Turning on your heel, you head to the kitchen, the noise from his "experience" still filling the room.

You try to shake off the frustration, reminding yourself Luca’s charming, funny, and thoughtful when he wants to be. He’s well-educated and has qualities you admire.

With a sigh, you focus on making a hot chocolate to distract yourself. As you pour the milk and melt the chocolate, you drag it out, adding whipped cream, marshmallows, and a sprinkle of cocoa, anything to delay going back to that room.

“Just a little bit of–”

BAM

You jump, almost dropping the bowl as you spin around in shock. “What the–”

The door swings open, revealing Luca, looking disheveled. His hair is a mess, likely from running his hand through it repeatedly. He clutches his head with a groan, squinting as his eyes meet yours.

You frown, your concern growing. "What was that, Luca?"

He groans and walks into the kitchen, not answering as he lays his head on your shoulder, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps.

"…Luca?" You ask, voice laced with worry, shift slightly, trying to see his face.

He doesn’t speak for a while, and you feel the weight of his head resting on you, hiding his expression.

“Where have you been?” He asks, his voice strained, almost painful.

You blink, confused by his question, then respond quietly, “... Um... The kitchen?”

It takes him a few seconds to process, before he asks again, his voice still sounding off. “... Why don’t you tell me?”

You let out a small sigh, frustration mixing with your concern. “I did.”

He doesn’t answer right away, only letting out a groan as if the effort of speaking is too much. Slowly, he wraps his arm around your middle, pulling you a little closer, his breath still heavy against your shoulder.

You stay still for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, but his silent presence speaks volumes.

You let out a soft sigh, the weight of his words settling over you. Gently, you wrap your arms around him, one hand resting on his back, the other threading through his messy hair.

"What–" You begin to ask.

“I’m sorry.” You’re cut off as he whispers

You widen your eyes in surprise. Well, that’s new. Luca, with his usual ego, never says those words so easily. The words, quiet and sincere, make your heart soften. You hold him a little tighter, letting the silence hang between you, wondering what’s really going on inside his head.

"... For what?" you ask, your voice soft with curiosity.

He sighs, his tone almost defeated, "… I don’t know... whatever I did… My head hurt”

You shake your head, your fingers gently brushing through his hair as you sigh. "You're forgiven. But next time, don’t run like that. Your head’s already been through enough damage."

"Okay..." he whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath, as if he’s finally letting the tension go.

You smile softly, "Come on, let's bring this back to the room, shall we?"

He smiles back, his hand gently finding yours as you lead the way back.

It turns out, you're not just a decoration. You're the one who keeps him grounded, stopping him from losing himself just by your presence.

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bǎo bèi = treasure

Lún dào wǒ le = My turn

[sunflower1experiment]

Can you do idv characters react reader wearing an inappropriate costume? (the revealing and sexy kind)

I got this idea when I saw one of your post about reader having a simp attack when they or she saw Wu Chang costume

I added my own twist to it.

“Woah…” Luchino holds his bride by the hand, you as the bride blush and let him spin you around. “Such a beauty! Our world of relaxation and steam shall be flowing, brimming, glorious.”

You were wearing a comfortable robe like Margaretha with a touch of white and sandals, at some point you and her would be relaxing in the sauna hot tub with pure bliss. Luchino was holding up a glass of wine, then he chuckles when Kevin bows his hat respectfully. “A good fellow you are. Care to join my bride?”

You wave for them to join, noting a couple others following. Ada, Emil, Grace, Michiko, Patrica and even the wheel brothers. They all enjoy the sauna and hot beautiful steam, the nymphs gathering around to exfoliate themselves in the water, meanwhile you rest along Luchino’s chest.

A nice way to relax and pertain a comfortable environment, soon you would enjoy a meal with the girls. Warning everyone to avoid indulging on account to not wanting them to pass out, else it’d be unhealthy. Luchino advises otherwise depending on how others wished to spend their time in this beautiful place of bliss. Even so, the two of you manage to pertain such a balance of power amongst the survivors and hunters.

Phillipe bows respectfully with his sister, holding your hand to give it a gentle kiss. “Thank you.” He mutters softly, and you nod allowing the allure to flow between everyone.

Margaretha sighs while she lays on her bed comfortably, “This is the life of luxury I seek.”

“Indeed, my husband blesses us with such joy, and bliss…ah, I’ll cherish this moment forevermore..”

Grace traces along Luchino’s hand, adoringly with her soft eyes. Michiko dances with the wheel brothers and Patrica, the two sway and dip before they bow down. Ada and Emil enjoy the warmth while they lay together, Kevin later on holds Patrica to enjoy her company.

It was so easy to forget how this essences was merely what they all desired, an escape from their pasts, all troubled and unforgiving….

So they indulged and enjoyed this the best they could.

[fishermanshook]

"You look, oddly familiar." (surviors! x gn!reader)

INTRO

A prompt where you knew said Survivor before they came to the manor. Your reason for coming here? Probably because of them.

꒰wc꒱ 1.0k words (grammar and spelling warning, mentions of abuse in Female Dancer’s part.)

The Enchantress

You and the Enchantress were together a lot as kids, or has your growing age started to wipe your memory clean? Do you struggle to remember such personal moments the two of you shared? Such a shame, as it's been over 5 years and you've yet to trace her location down. Has she disappeared from the world entirely? Seems like it, doesn't it?

Oh. Wait. There's a memory. An old one for sure, but a memory is still a memory. You and Patricia had spent what seemed to be every waking second together. So much so that Patricia's "mother" had started to see you as her own. Another child to take under her wing, and she gladly would. You understand that, right? Had she not taught you enough? The two of you had made a habit of strolling through New Orleans together, knowing almost every face that inhabited every corner of the city. You'd be down there for any number of reasons. To pick something up, to look for new ingredients, or just to look around the place you know by the back of your hand.

If the two of you had spent so much time with each other, then why didn't she tell you where the hell she went? She never left a note, a letter, or even a single clue as to where she ran off. So yes, when you received a letter stating to know her whereabouts you followed. Was it dumb? Oh for sure. But you would take every chance you could get to find her. You didn't even get to go up to her when you spotted her, she already knew.

"I wish you hadn't come," The Enchantress says with her back turned to yours. "but I can't help but be happy that you did." She chimed, turning around with a smile and a strange-looking artifact in her hand.

The Painter

You were there when it all started. You know, his painting thing. At first, he was a mess, paint slobbered all over his hands and face like a child. But I guess he was a child when he first picked up the paintbrush. Who would’ve known he would never put it down?

As Edgar’s talent increased, he started painting other things. Boats in the river, flowers growing outside, people strolling around the park where the two of you frequented. His drawings decorated his room and cluttered his bedroom floor.

For your 12th birthday, little Edgar (in all honesty) had forgotten about your birthday. The thought of it struck his mind at 1 in the morning as he quickly grabbed for his paints before whisking out a canvas. Throwing himself into his work, he produced his first of many portraits of you. From that point forward, it was a tradition for him to paint you for each birthday. No matter how many fights you had over his short temper or accidental paint spills imported from the other side of the country, you still received a packaged painting. Wrapped in fine silk with a “happy birthday” note tucked in between the folds. For you, he spared little to no expense. That is, until he got older.

It has been over two years since you've seen the man and you haven’t received a single portrait since. Arriving at the manor, you find him in the garden alone, painting a familiar portrait.

“It’s nice that you remember my face, as I’m starting to forget yours.” Your voice nearly makes him drop his paintbrush, as he whips around to meet you. You in all your stunning beauty, god, how you’ve grown from the small child he once knew.

Female Dancer

It is either that you met Nata-Margaretha in Lakeside Village or during your shared time spent in the Hullabaloo circus. Both experiences that you will not forget, but time makes things foggy. It blurs memories that were important to your life that you can no longer recall. But for the sake of going to bed without a piercing migraine tonight, your brain tells you it was during the circus.

Ah, now you're starting to remember things. As memories (some unwanted) come flooding back to you about the circus. A curious place that produced good and bad thoughts. Your mind flashes back to before the accident when time was spent helping Margie (a nickname used widely throughout the circus by many of its performers) tame animals and perform new jaw-dropping tricks to stun the audience. 

You remember when your ignorance of what was happening behind closed curtains came crashing down. When Margaretha came crying to you, sobbing that she needed to tell you something. She then began to show you bruises and cuts that littered her body, all deliberately hidden in places that couldn't be noticed unless further expected. To keep it short, you were shocked that "he" could do something this horrible, to decorate her upper body in purple and red marks. It was even more shocking that if anyone noticed, "he" would just brush it off and say that she got hurt while practicing. 

At that time, you knew you had to get her and yourself out of there. A lack of knowledge has landed your friend with bruises, cuts, and unwanted love from someone she thought she cared for.

You haven't seen Margaretha since the fire. Actually, you haven't seen anyone since the fire. Not Mike, not Murro, not even Violetta. But following breadcrumbs as to where they all went earned you a one-way ticket to the Oletus Manor, maybe your questions will be answered there.

"Margie?" You almost choke on your words. Seeing her for the first time in so long feels nostalgic. (how old are you again?) She can't even respond, she can’t even believe it's you. All you'll get from her is a death-griping hug and a stained shirt accompanied by her ever-flowing tears.

note: I love you Patricia (writers block is kicking my a rn)

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

[ch6douin]

Hello I am curious what do you think Luca would do if he could somehow make the survivors be able to listen Reader's voice. Imagine the reaction of reader singing songs from their world.

Survivors and hunters already listen to the reader's voice. It's just distant and faint. Now, if Luca can somehow find an opening to solve this problem, they would be delighted! I mean, sometimes your voice gets too loud and that doesn't help them focus, but at least if you slip out any important information they will hear it.

Depending on what tunes you hum and sing, most of them would relax with this private performance and even forget they are in a match, others would be slightly annoyed and then learn to ignore. Some would also try to find out what music are you listening to. Just don't scream at the top of your lungs, please.

A smile blooms on her face, Margaretha Zelle is once again having her ears graced by this song she has yet to discover its origins. As a lady with such a harsh past, she wouldn't easily surrender to the invisible shackles of your existence. Yet as your voice gets louder and clearer, so does her urge to throw this match. The punishment won't be that bad, would it? She is sure that you will brush it off if she stops moving.

[turbulentscrawl]

Margaretha Zelle General HCs

I had to format and post this via my phone, so apologies if it ends up not looking as clean as usual!

-She’s a real Daisy Buchanan sort. That is, she's in this performance-based mental place where she covers up her unmet emotional needs by building her persona on her unmet financial desires. Obtaining wealth and glamor is her primary focus, and she’s willing to take any number of avenues to get to it, be it abandoning her only family and eloping, or traveling to a mysterious manor that promises nothing but some vague, grand prize. On some level, she is aware of her self-deception, but she pushes that acknowledgement down too.

-She does not admit to much of the pain or neglect in her life, regardless of whether she was receiving or dealing it. (And there has been plenty of both.) Her aunt and uncle would make do without her. Sergei hurting her was a phase, it would pass, they would make it big. Even now, the manor will someday provide wealth and escape. Someday, one day…. She survives on a bit of delusion, on thick, choking, toxic optimism, and the shine of gold in her eye.

-Underneath all the superficialness, Margaretha genuinely desires to be loved. Sergei loved her (or so she believed) and it doesn’t seem to have mattered to her whether she loved him back. He was mostly another opportunity for her to escape her old life, to try and find freedom from a poor fishmonger’s life. She even says in her undelivered letter home that she doesn’t trust him. Whether that’s because some part of her suspected what he really was, or because she planned not to stick around long enough for trust to matter, I can’t say. But him loving her was a nice bonus regardless.

-She might have some actual feelings for Joker, but she hasn’t let herself develop any real emotional attachment to him. What he’s capable of offering her is gentle comfort, a helping hand, but he can’t provide the high-life she desires, can’t help bury her feelings under jewelry and gold, so she doesn’t allow him be an option. But his feelings for her do continue to be useful and she’s not entirely ashamed to use that.

-If Margaretha ever reached the place of wealth and comfort she desires, I think she would look back and feel a sense of regret for everything that it took to get there. She’d never admit it aloud, never apologize to anyone, but she would spend the rest of her life quietly choking down regrets and wondering about her own morality, her own worth as a person.

-She’s the kind of person to give “little things” away, but hoard the big to herself. A gentle touch, a kind word, and kiss on the cheek, these things are easy and harmless to give. They make people feel better without detracting from her own goals. Physical Affection and Acts of Service are therefore her preferred love languages to give. To receive, she of course likes Gifts, and is rather fond of Acts of Service as well. Physical affection is alright, but because she gives it easily, she tends to think other people do as well and doesn’t place as much worth in it. Someone who makes her feel safe gets some extra points in that category, though.

-Partially due to the above, she’s very good with children. She’s never been sure if she wants her own, but she finds them cute and relatively easy to deal with. It helps that children rarely have any malice in their hearts, too, so she can forego a lot of her subconscious fears.

-She’s a fast learner, at least in regards to physical skills. She’s had to pick up a lot of new talents and adjust to things quickly since leaving home, I order to pull her own weight in the various communities she joins, and that quick-learning mindset has stuck with her. She’s fairly athletic as well, though she’s not really doing any heavy lifting.

-Due to Sergei having been a belligerent drunk, she’s a bit nervous around the combination of men and alcohol. She’s got no reservations about sharing a nice glass of wine with the other ladies in the manor, though!

[aesopcatt]

Margie/Female Dancer Headcanons

(A/N)

I love Margie and I don't see many people write for her

-Margie would love her partner to go to her performances. She wants them to be her number one fan.

-Margie would love to teach them how to dance even if their not very good at it she doesn't care.

-She would love it if her partner could spoil her with nice things like clothes and jewelry, but understands if they can't.

-She doesn't want her lover drinking much if ever due to her past trauma.

-She loves baking and loves to do it with her partner.

-Margie loves physical touch and words of affirmation.

-She loves receiving words of affirmation, physical touch, and gift giving.

-Margie loves to go out for dates but also loves smaller things like picnics.

-She loves showing off her lover. She loves them so much and wants to let the whole world know.

[d00fus]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝗼 𝐖𝐢𝐧

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐕

Chess Player! Reader

Fem! Reader

Survivor or hunter, you choose!

Back and forth between enemies and lovers 🤷‍♀️

Y/N was replaying chess games from the past on a chess board at a small table around midnight. One night, she moved a white piece, starting the game, but before she could continue, she heard footsteps. She didn’t want this person to be weirded out by the fact she was playing chess so late at night, so she quickly went to her room before she could be seen. The next night she notices that a piece has moved.

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Y/N’s POV

I stared at the pieces in front of me, playing the different moves through my head. My cheek rested against my hand as my eyes started to feel heavy. The manor was quiet, quiet enough to where only my breathing and the occasional sound of chess pieces clunking against the board could be heard. I hoped to find someone to play chess with, someone actually decent, someone that would push me to my limits.

I hate to lose. Just the feeling of failure after giving your all, is something I hate to experience. I moved a pawn to e4, but before I could continue, I heard light footsteps that grew gradually louder.

My first instinct was to get out of there as quickly as possible, so that’s exactly what I did. I left the room before I could be seen.

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The Next Night

Around midnight I exited my room and sat down at the white side of the board. A piece had moved, knight to f6. I don’t remember moving any black pieces, so who did? I thought back to the person from the night before, who was it? They played a solid move, I moved a white piece and chewed at my nails as I played the different moves in my head. I’ve beat everyone I’ve played against at the manor without much of a challenge, but this game felt different, I don’t know why. I heard the footsteps once again and looked at the clock, 11:56, they’re rather early. They came around 12:15 the night before.

I stood up and exited the room.

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The Next Day

I sat on the sofa in between Xie and Fan, we all sat in a circle around the coffee table with Mary, Joseph, and Jack. I got along with all of them except for Fan and Jack, Fan because he’s a bit…aggressive? Jack just seems like a cocky jerk, hiding under this gentlemen like act, he seemed like someone who needed to be seriously humbled. His right hand, usually a claw, was now shaped like his other hand, his long slender fingers holding his cards.

Out of everyone in the room, I got along with Joseph and Mary the most.

Jack once again demolished us, Fan slammed his cards onto the table before exiting the room, muttering obscenities.

“Oh, well.”

“I’ll go get him, see you guys later.”

Xie said with a smile and a wave, everyone bid him farewell as he went after his friend.

“Jack..you seem very experienced in card games…why is that?”

I asked, no ordinary person could shuffle cards as well as he could, just the way his hands moved was…odd.

“Practice and experience, my dear.”

I nodded, our eyes met before I pulled away. His “innocent” smile never faltering once. I needed to play him in chess. After I find out who this midnight person is, he’s my next opponent.

“Even with practice and experience, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone shuffle cards like that.”

Joseph said with a soft chuckle, a hand covering his mouth, his legs crossed. Jack shrugged.

“I could ask Y/N here the same question.”

“Hm?”

Joseph raised an eyebrow.

“How is she so good at chess?”

I interrupted.

“You’ve never seen me play.”

“I’ve heard enough to at least have an idea.”

I shrugged as he dealt the cards once again.

“Practice and experience.”

“Good answer.”

Another round had passed, it was Jack and I remaining, he had beaten me with a full house.

“Is there anything you’re not good at…because I’m having difficulty finding anything..”

Joseph said with a nervous chuckle.

“Indeed.”

Mary said with a small laugh as Jack shrugged.

“There is.”

“What is it?”

“Now why would I tell any of you that? Wouldn’t that ruin the fun of it?”

I fought the urge to turn around and wipe that stupid smirk off his face…cocky bastard.

“I’m gonna go. See you guys later.”

The group bid me goodbye as I left the room, I had an upcoming match I needed to worry about.

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The nights went on as the game continued. Moves would be played during the day to make the game go by quicker, but we still never saw each other. The only thing I had to worry about was how the endgame played out. One blunder and it could screw up your entire game. I was confident until I made a terrible mistake, it took me so many days to notice. I stood, looking down at the board. How could I have lost? How? I didn’t get it. I kept replaying all the different moves. I didn’t notice that I started muttering myself.

“T-There’s nothing I can do…it’s mate in 6..”

I felt my back pressed into someone’s chest, he leaned over me, his cold, slender fingers guiding mine to the board, I’ve never felt so pathetic. I was so caught up in the game I hadn’t noticed him walk in.

“Resign, love.”

He muttered, his lips inches away from my ear. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking, his mask was off. He motioned towards my king, trying to set it down on its side, meaning I resign, But I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“No. There has to be another move.”

“You sure about that?”

I felt like I was melting into his touch, fighting the urge to let his lips connect to my skin.

“What did you call me earlier…ah! That’s right��a cocky bastard if I’m correct.”

“You cheated. You switched your card with the ace of diamonds in your sleeve.”

"𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝗺𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫."

I turned around to face him, his hands on either side of me, leaning against the table, his face inches from mine.

“I hate you.”

“You hate how much you want me.”

“Sure seems like you’re the one who wants me, in fact, I’d say you love me.”

He leaned in and placed his lips on mine, before pulling away.

“I’m sure you’d want that.”

“How could you know that?”

“Because I seriously doubt you’d let any other guy touch you like this.”

“Joseph is an exception.”

I teased.

“You’ll regret saying that when I’m done with you, my dear.”

“Huh?”

His right hand gently took hold of my neck, pulling me back into him, his lips making themselves comfortable on mine. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt, before he could pull it off, I pulled away.

He raises an eyebrow, confused. His eyes were filled with want, he wanted me, no, needed me, terribly.

“𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧."

I said with a smirk, before fixing my shirt. I know I had lost against him in chess and poker, but in the game of love, you do, as he said, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝗼 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

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If this gets enough hype I’ll make a part 2 of Jack getting his revenge or smut or something. 🤷‍♀️

[finnzhal]

All of my works about IDENTITY V are all in here !

Rules are in MASTERLINKS ! for requesting

The ones with no reader's gender specified are gender neutral

IMPORTANT : I'm still not so familiar with the characters yet

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— SURVIVORS (MALE) :

Lucky guy

Lawyer - Freddy Riley

Mercenary - Naib Subedar

Forward - William Ellis

Seer - Eli Clark

Embalmer - Aesop Cal

Prospector - Norton Campbell

Acrobat - Mike Morton

Postman - Victor Grantz

Grave Keeper - Andrew Kreiss

Prisoner- Luca Balsa

Painter - Edgar Valden

Batter - Ganji Gupta

Patient - Emil

Novelist - "Orpheus"

— SURVIVORS (FEMALE) :

Doctor - Emily Dyer

Gardener - Emma Woods

Coordinator - Martha Behamfil

Mechanic - Tracy Reznik

The Mind's Eye - Helena Adams

Priestess - Fiona Gilman

Perfumer - Vera Nair

Enchantress - Patricia Dorval

Entomologist - Melly Plinius

Toy Merchant - Anne Lester

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— HUNTERS (MALE) :

Jack the ripper

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu - Wu Chang

Joseph Desaulniers - Photographer

Antonio - Violinist

Alva Lorenz - Hermit

Philippe - Wax artist

Ithaqua - Night watch

— HUNTERS (FEMALE) :

Michiko - Geisha

Yidhra - Dream Witch

Mary - Bloody Queen

Ann - Disciple

Galatea Claude - Sculptor

Grace - Naiad

Sangria - Opera Singer

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©Finnzhal. Do not steal other people's works.

[madelynraemunson]

pass the salt • e.m. smut

DAD’S BEST FRIEND!OLDER!EDDIE x FEM!READER

summary: you’re home from college and staying with your dad for the summer, spending as much time as you possibly can with him…and his hot best friend that you’ve never seen in your life.

authors note: okay have you guys ever seen those text posts like “when you say ‘daddy pass the salt please’ and your father and your man both reach for it” 💀💀 well this is inspired by that concept. also i went overboard and this is a LONG BOI

disclaimers — photo credits to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple 🫶🏼porn with plot, reader’s nickname is “sunshine”, reader has female anatomy, race unspecified, divider: @iluvpooks

NSFW — 18+ obv, porn with plot, daddy kink pls keep scrolling if it’s not ur thing, slight age gap (eddie is mid to late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), corruption kink, size kink, masturbation (m&f), p in v sex (protected), dirty talk, teasing, sexual innuendos, extreme flirting, eddie kinda being a perv, praise kink

The sound of breakfast on the griddle summons you downstairs.

Dad never cooks.

For as long as you can remember, weekends at your dad’s have always consisted of Lucky Charms cereal and powdered donuts. That tradition continued even after you started college.

Oh yeah. Someone is here, alright. Someone Dad desperately wants to impress.

Trailing after the commotion, your fuzzy pink slippers guide you down the wooden steps of your dad’s ‘bachelor pad’ and into the kitchen. And when you near the bottom of the steps, you can make out two distinct voices — one belonging to Dad, another belonging to someone who's identity is obscure.

“God, I fucking missed you, Jeff. Missed everyone so much.”

The smells of pancake batter, cigarette smoke, mint, and petroleum fuel reel you in, but not nearly as much as the sight of the man sitting on the opposite side of your dad. He's built, handsome with wavy brown hair, leather, black denim, twiddling a toothpick between his teeth as he listens to your dad speak with a smile on his face. That is, until you come into sight. It then that his intense focus circles in on you.

Funny. You don’t remember this friend. And something in your gut tells you that you won’t ever be forgetting him after this.

The stranger's grin curls into a wonder-filled smirk. You can feel your knees start to buckle.

“Uh oh. Looks like our shenanigans woke up Sleeping Beauty.”

When you get a closer look at Dad’s friend, you observe his faint brown beard — neatly kept and lightly peppered with some gray — delicious lips, shiny white teeth, and grooves along his laugh lines that would deepen with every theatrical cackle he belted out.

You can't help but freeze in your tracks as him and your dad continue on with their banter, reliving their glory days like it was yesterday. Man. What a damn dreamboat.

Your dad’s eyes light up with glee when he sees you.

“Hey, good morning, Sunshine!” Dad cheers. “Thought you’d never wake up. This is my friend Eddie. We were in that band together in high school. Come say hi.”

"Yeah, come say hi," Eddie agrees. feeding into the obvious tension in the room. "I don't bite."

The stranger laughs at his own comment as soon as he utters it.

There’s a charm — a magic — about Eddie that could only be found in Hollywood or the Big City. But of course, you didn't expect any less from Dad's supposed ‘Rockstar Friend’.

When your parents had you at 17, life went on for Dad’s band Corroded Coffin. And although he missed out on the ‘Sex, Drugs, and Rock&Roll’, Dad insists that tea parties and white picket fences were an ideal trade-off. Because — despite how things ended with Mom — it still meant a life spent with you.

You tell him your name as Eddie offers you his hand to shake. Electricity serges through you when your hand is enveloped by his firm, calloused one. Eddie smiles down at you, his presence all-consuming. It's almost as if he knows it. And as much as you were dying to, you resist the urge to fall into him.

Eddie's no better.

It takes everything in Eddie's power to keep his eyes above your collarbones, reprimanding himself with the utmost tedium. Because heaven knows he'd be TOAST if his best friend found out that Eddie thought that you were absolutely stunning — strutting around the house the way that you do, without a bra underneath that poor excuse of a sleep shirt — a sleep shirt far too tight for your own good. With tight, pajama shorts to match…

Of course, this is all an assumption…Not that he caught wind of it or anything.

“You know…” he mentions. “Your dad has told me SO much about little miss Sunshine.”

“Me, really?” is all you can say behind those fuscia cheeks.

“Really,” Eddie insists. “He never shuts up about you, darling.”

“Hopefully you’ve only heard good things,” you mutter faintly.

And instantly, your dad and Eddie share a laugh.

“Only good things,” Eddie assures you. He nudges your dad playfully.

Your dad doesn’t exactly deny the last part, basically confirming to Eddie that you’ve got a hint of spunk to you. The heat settles at your cheeks as you shy away from your father’s curious friend.

Taking note of how timid you’ve just become, Eddie furrows his brows.

“What — was that an implication that you’re not always good?”

“No comment,” your smile melts into an awkward one.

“Kept me on my toes back then,” your dad reflects with a sigh. “Keeps me on my toes now.”

“You don’t say…” Eddie smirks slightly, gaze panning back over to you.

Eventually your dad leaves you two alone, going into the garage to fetch something that he insists Eddie would like. But little did he know that such thing was already in the room, leaning…reaching into the fridge for some orange juice, not realizing its atmosphere caused your nipples to harden.

Eddie’s eyes proceed to follow you as you strut back to the griddle, flipping some hot cakes over before tending to your messy bedhead.

Eddie probably doesn’t know — or maybe he does, who knows? — that you feel him staring at you. It’s a burning gaze that practically impales you, but you’re too nervous to say anything. You’re better off pretending like it’s something you don’t notice.

You and Eddie continue to help yourselves to breakfast, enjoying the company of each other and your mutual silence. That is, until Eddie speaks up.

“Got some sausage for you if you’d like.”

“I’m sorry?” you sputter, looking up from your food.

Eddie shoots you a weird glance as he holds up some breakfast franks.

“Sausage?” he repeats. “Store was out of beef so I settled for turkey. Hope that’s not a problem.”

“Not at all,” you clear your throat. “I love turkey sausage.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie chuckles, seemingly relieved at how quickly the situation had diffused.

“Cool,” you chuckle with him while taking some links to cook.

The silence returns once more and is replaced by the sizzling of the grill. It’s short lived, however, because soon, the man nearly twice your age speaks again.

“What’d you think I said?” Eddie circles back.

“Nothing, why?”

“You just looked stunned.”

“I just woke up,” you shrug. “My mind’s somewhere else.”

“I can tell,” he smirks. “Get that thing out of the gutter.”

The coming days paved way for some more innocent flirting.

…Like when you make sure to wear the shortest skirt in your closet when running Eddie his afternoon beer in the garage.

“Well don’t you look absolutely darling…” he says as he peers up from his guitar.

“Hehe,” you smirk connivingly. “Thank you!”

“You are so welcome.”

Eddie downs the liquid guilt along with his pride, watching you strut around…the hem of that pleated cotton fabric just barely covering the roundness of your asscheeks. And as you blush a rosy pink when you process his little remarks, Eddie can only clear his throat in arousal, fantasizing about just how badly he wanted to turn your other cheeks that very shade.

…Or when you come downstairs the next day to help Dad manually wash his car.

While he and Eddie are harassing each other with soap and that god-forsaken hose, you decide to join in on all the fun.

“Watch out, Sunshine,” Eddie forewarns. “You’ve just entered the splash zone!”

And with the intention of cooling you off on a hot summer day like this, Eddie teasingly sprays you with said hose, your white shirt becoming transparent when lathered with water. He could see everything. Your erect nipples. Your perky tits bouncing in the sunlight as you jump around in excitement. How glazed your oil-nnuendo’ed skin looked when glimmering in the sun. All as intended.

“You got me,” you surrender yourself to him. “You got me good, Eddie.”

And when you walk away, Eddie mutters slyly to himself.

“Yes, yes I did.”

…And then there’s dessert after dinner.

Eddie watches as you lick your popsicle, his fingers curling at his thighs in arousal as you retract the wrapper before enclosing your lips around the bright pink dessert. And he swears he’s going to blow his pants when he envisions the melted sugar shooting into your mouth with the swiftest hollowing of your cheeks, the quiet suction noise you make with your pursed lips forcing him to adjust the way he’s sitting.

…The final instance takes the cake.

“What’s your major?”

You’re in the home library grazing some of Dad’s old books and vinyls, talking to Eddie while your father gets ready for the day. Meanwhile, Eddie is perched at your dad’s desk, rolling around in his expensive swivel chair and occasionally doing some spins on it to make you laugh.

“History.”

“Sounds boring.”

“You just haven’t found a topic that interests you,” you point out.

“Mm,” is all Eddie says. “Maybe I will eventually.”

Eddie watches as you waltz around in front of him, following your movements with his eyes as you get onto your tippy-toes in order to grab some books on the top shelf.

“Oh my god!” you yelp.

Your plan to entice him seemingly fails when you graze a book that’s halfway off the shelf. It’s already flying off of its platform, headed straight towards Eddie's lap before you can even stop it.

Eddie catches it before any damage can be done, saving Dad’s old campaign book with the hand furthest from you and snaking the other around your waist to prevent you from sinking any further into him.

Phew. Crisis averted.

Your eyes meet again.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” you gasp in embarrassment. “That book has a mind of its own.”

“You’re fine,” Eddie laughs. “Can’t defy the laws of gravity. Sometimes it betrays us.”

You feel yourself burning up a fever. Excusing yourself from the room, you leave Dad’s library and make your way over to the kitchen for a glass of water.

But you’re nearly taken aback when you feel tight, calloused hands wrap around your hips, and like a feather it’s like you’re whisked away into the air, and soon your body is pressed up against the wall.

Slam!

Breathing heavily against each other now — chest to chest, lips so unbearably close you can smell the whiskey — Eddie draws you even closer to him. You both study each other intently. It’s like you’re waiting for the other to say something. Eddie does the honors and speaks first.

“I wasn’t born last night, doll. I was also your age at one point.”

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To his own despair, Eddie touches himself later that night. Facing your room, he strokes his rock hard cock with his lotioned-up hand, running his thumb across the slit of his head, pretending it’s your tongue giving him a little tease like you did the popsicle.

“Fuuuck,” he grunts quietly. “You like when I fuck your throat, baby? Gonna suck me dry with that pretty little mouth of yours?”

You’re playing make-believe just as much. Because at the same time, in your room, you’re a drooling, pathetic mess, riding your wall-mounted toy to oblivion in your bathroom, legs trembling when the thick, veiny piece of silicone slams into the spongy part of your heat, initiating shock-waves all across your body.

“Eddie,” you find yourself blubbering. “EddieEddieEddieEddie…”

You both know it can’t be like this, but that was the mere thrill of it all. And when you both have overcome your peak, just one mere wall apart, the floodgates of guilt outweighs both your arousals the way it comes pouring in.

So, so wrong. But oh, so right.

You’re anticipating…waiting…aching for Eddie to make the next move.

He doesn’t.

“Going to the store again,” Eddie announces. “Hopefully this time they’ll have beef sausage. Need anything?”

Need you, is what you think. But you end up shaking your head, a part of you disappointed that you and Eddie won’t be able to spend some time alone together.

“No,” there’s defeat in your voice.

“Are you sure?” Eddie questions softly.

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Okay,” he gives you a grin, one in the form of a tight-lipped smile. “I’ll be right back. You be good.”

“Ha-ha,” you roll your eyes.

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Eddie leaves the door of his room open that night. Just a smidge. You end up following the sound of his TV that he’s placed at a low volume, making out that it’s Seinfeld just by Jerry’s voice and the laugh track.

Your heart skips a beat as Eddie laughs along with the show, shaking his head at a stupid joke. But he shifts his focus immediately onto you when he sees you at the doorway.

“Having some alone time tonight?” you ask him.

“Mmm…not by choice,” he responds. “Tuckered your dad out after dinner doing P90X.”

Eddie follows a crazy workout routine. He says that it helps with his stamina, especially when he does crowd work during his stage performances. Your mind can’t help but wonder what else he may be using it for.

You snort. “Yeah. Dad wasn’t what you’d call an athlete in high school.”

Eddie laughs at that too. Both you and him know that.

He then pats the space on his bed beside him. “Wanna come watch with me?”

Your stomach does a series of cartwheels when you process Eddie’s question. You know what’s bound to happen if you follow through. And it seems Eddie knows it too. Even if there wasn’t any sexual tension between you both already, the concept of it all would rub anyone that way.

But you still follow through with it. Just like Eddie knew you would.

“You comfortable?” Eddie asks you, eyeing you endearingly as you squirm around on the bed.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Good…” he replies, voice nearly at a strained whisper now.

You two watch the show in silence for a few minutes, exchanging commentary and pleasantries regarding the show every so often. It’s not too long after Eddie pulls a laugh from you that he starts closing up the space between you both, scooting himself closer…and resting his gruff palm over the base of your knee.

You inhale sharply as he does so. And evident by your refusal to pull away, it’s enough of a green light for Eddie to hike up further.

A soft moan escapes your mouth from the back of your flustered throat, but you bite your lip in restraint.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

"For what?”

You shrug sheepishly as Eddie continues to graze your thigh. Your breathing falters even more.

“Don’t be scared,” Eddie coos.

“I’m not,” you insist.

“Then what’s stopping you from getting on top of me? Hm?”

He’s in between your legs now, the rough material of his denim jeans riding up your sex, teasing your clit with every calculated rub against it.

“And riding my rock hard cock til those pretty legs give out?” Eddie continues. “I see how you’ve been looking at me, doll. It's all over your face how bad you want it.”

“The bed is squeaky,” you answer honestly. “And that headboard is a lost cause.”

Eddie puts the dirty talk on pause, squirming around to assess the guest bed’s squeak factor. When it checks out, he gives you an understanding nod. You giggle.

Eddie wastes no more time. You watch as he grabs one of the pillows on the bed and wedges it between the wall and headboard. He issues you a sly smile.

“Oldest trick in the book.”

You're back to fooling around shortly after, your aching core burning with lust as you pine for him.

“The boys at school ever touch you this good?” Eddie quips rubbing circles around your puffy, needy folds as you hopelessly cling to him out of pleasure.

“No, Eddie.”

“Didn’t think so.”

He continues to tease, gliding his fingers along your slit before slowly inserting two large digits inside of you.

His calculated pumps into your needy pussy are steady, a pace so agonizingly beautiful that it makes you squeal sweet nothings into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, baby," Eddie hushes you. "Your dad's gonna hear us. Gotta be quiet for me, mkay?"

Your hot, messy, and muffled sounds cease as Eddie soothes your quivering lips with his tender ones.

The wet sounds that ricochet and fill the room in tandem is almost enough to send him over. And Eddie is sure to communicate that… with an abrupt curving of his three thick fingers.

Fuck.

Needing him direly now, you tug helplessly at his pants.

“God, Eddie,” you whimper. “Just fuck me already. Please.”

Eddie laughs at the desperation. He hasn’t ravaged you to his fullest extent yet, and you’re already a pooling mess beside him.

“Well since you said please, sweet girl,” Eddie obliges as he starts to undress himself. “Your wish is my command."

You watch Eddie as reaches over into the bedside drawer for a fresh box of condoms. Looks like the sausage links weren't the only things he went to the store for.

“Oh.”

Eddie chuckles at your observation before shrugging. Can you really blame him? You both knew what was coming.

You watch with absolute lust as Eddie slides the piece of rubber over his long, girthy, throbbing cock. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had before, and the snarky, hooded-eye smile as he watches you fawn reveals to you that he knows exactly how to use it.

"On your stomach, babygirl. Will have you all nice and pounded out just like you wanted.”

You situate yourself in prone and spread your legs for Eddie to line himself up against them. He teases his wrapped cock against the entrance of your pussy, and when his soothing countdown is over, your lips part in disposition as you accommodate his ruinous stretch.

A throaty moan spills out of the both of you the moment Eddie snaps his hips in and out of you. Meanwhile, one of his hands lays tauntingly at your stomach, so the prideful man can feel himself wriggling inside you, glazing his shaft with your slick more and more with every pump into your weak cunt.

"Fuck, Eddie... yes..." you mewl. "R-right there, Eddie, please..."

And then it picks up. You can feel Eddie’s hips practically collapse right onto you, his balls slapping against you as he digs further into your body.

"God damn..." the man sighs in disbelief.

He can only beam down at you in awe. You were taking him so good, pussy swallowing him so nice and tight. And when you nestle your ankles between each other to keep him there in prone, the nearly cries out in pleasure, but refrains because he knows your dad is resting — just a thin wall over.

That still doesn’t stop him from going to town though. Practically seeing stars, the broken record of a mouth that belongs to you chants Eddie’s name like it’s all you know. Eddie attempts to keep you contained, offering you his fingers to suck on as he’s railing you dumb.

And when he fucks you through your climax, Eddie continues with his string of lust-filled praises, satisfied at himself that he was able to make you wet enough to soak the mattress.

“Did so good for me, angel,” he praises you as he sucks at your temple. “Always knew you weren’t all that innocent.”

The griddle comes out again on Eddie’s last day. But this time, for a homestyle southern dinner.

You and Eddie were on mashed potatoes and gravy duty at the stove, an ordeal that only opened doors for lots of innuendos on Eddie’s part. Meanwhile, Dad insisted on making the rest, having taken pride in continuing his Mama’s legacy.

“This is amazing, Daddy,” you rave. “I really missed this. Do you mind passing the salt, please?”

And to your horror, you watch as your father and Eddie automatically extend their arms, bumping into one another in the process en route to getting you the salt.

The gentlemen meet each other’s eyes.

“Ohp!” Eddie exclaims, letting out a slight chuckle. “Sorry.”

You try your hardest not to blush. Eddie kicks you from under the table, and softly he oh-so-seductively he mutters,

“I was just tryna help her out.”

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Naib x f!reader, maid reader Warning: threaten, misunderstood, grammar & spelling

INTRO:

Naib stepped into his room, the creaking floorboards amplifying the stillness of the manor. The air felt colder than usual, and the flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the faint disturbances. The manor was quiet, but the silence now felt heavy. The unease settled in his chest, the tension rising. Who had dared to enter while he was gone?

The maid cleaned the room carefully as usual, her eyes falling on the lighter on the bedside table. Did the other maids forgot it?

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It’s just a regular day in the manor, the silence broken only by the soft creaking of the old wooden floors beneath his feet.

He drags his exhausted body back to his room, each step a heavy reminder of the toll the day has taken on him. The matches, once manageable, have now become unbearable. They’re not a choice, but a force that binds him to this relentless cycle. Every moment feels like a struggle, the pressure mounting as they are pushed to play, whether they want to or not. He longs for an escape, but in this place, there is no such thing, just the cruel repetition of forced competition.

Naib groans in exhaustion as he finally reaches his room, collapsing on the bed and letting out a long sigh. He looks and feels completely worn out. As he lies there, trying to calm his racing thoughts, something feels off. His eyes, half-closed, flicker open again, scanning the room.

The quiet is unsettling. His gaze shifts around, taking in the surroundings. The room that had once been his sanctuary now feels unfamiliar, as though it has been disturbed.

His sharp mercenary instincts kick in, even in his wearied state. The room looks the same at first glance, everything in its place, but then he notices it. The dust, usually settled in every corner and crevice, is missing in several spots, on the desk, the windowsill, the bookshelf. Some areas are unnaturally clean, as though someone had carefully wiped away the grime, leaving behind the unmistakable sign of intrusion..

His chest tightens. He hadn’t been gone long, and he’s certain it was there when he left. Someone had been in here. The unsettling thought lingers as he stands, carefully checking every corner of the room.

His eyes narrow, and a sense of unease washes over him as he checks the small table beside his bed. His lighter, always kept within arm’s reach, is gone. It’s a small thing, but it’s enough to send a chill through him.

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A few days had passed since Naib first noticed the unsettling changes in his room. Since then, he had kept a constant vigil, his senses on high alert, watching for any further signs of intrusion.

The missing lighter was the smallest of clues, but it had been enough to make him wary. Every time he entered his room, his eyes immediately scanned for anything out of place.

Naib was no stranger to enemies who could slip in unnoticed, he had fought many battles in the shadows, but this was different. At first, he had ruled out the obvious: no broken windows, no forced locks. Whoever this was, they were getting in without a trace.

The possibility that it could be one of the staff began to creep into his mind. It was a thought that unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

The staff, always so quiet, so invisible, had never truly registered in his mind before. They were as much a part of the manor as the walls and the furniture, blending into the background, seemingly lifeless. Maids, butlers, cooks, and cleaners, or whatever, were human, but their emotionless demeanor had always set them apart.

He had once threatened a maid with a knife, and though she had shown fear, she had been trained to suppress it. The owner of the manor did not tolerate harm to the staff; those who lashed out were punished severely, often driven to madness. Naib had seen the consequences firsthand and knew better than to provoke them.

Yet, the missing lighter and the disturbed dust suggested someone had been in his room.

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One day, as Naib walked through the manor, he spotted a maid holding his lighter. His heart skipped a beat. He recognized it immediately, the worn edges, the faint engravings. It was his.

The maid noticed his gaze and held it, her face betraying no emotion. Naib's mind raced. Had she taken it? Or had someone else planted it on her? He couldn't be sure.

He approached her, his voice low. - "Where did you find that?"

The maid met his eyes, her expression unreadable. - “... Find what sir?”

His voice is steely and hard, eyes locking with hers as he speaks. - "Don't play coy. You know what I'm talking about. My lighter. Where'd you get it?”

The maid blinked, clearly confused, and glanced at the lighter. - "...This belongs to the manor."

Naib’s eyes narrowed as she studied the lighter, then met his gaze with a challenging tone. -"That’s a load of crap. It’s a unique lighter, full of engravings and carvings. I've had it for years."

He stepped in closer, his presence looming over her.- "Don’t play innocent with me.”

The mercenary had the kind of presence that could turn dangerous in an instant if he chose to. His eyes, cold and devoid of emotion, seemed almost dead as he fixed his gaze on the maid.

So, she’s the one who took it? The one who dared to invade his space? The one who had driven him to the brink, making him lose his mind for days? The realization hit him like a jolt of electricity, and a dangerous tension settled over him as he watched her. Every instinct in him screamed that this was no accident.

The maid glanced at the lighter, then at him, her eyes widening as if a memory suddenly struck her. She looked nervous.

"I-I can explain," - The maid stammered quickly, her voice shaky.

Naib's eyes narrowed, his expression growing darker, the air around him heavy with menace.

"Go on. Explain." - He folded his arms, his gaze locked on the lighter in her hand, his stillness almost suffocating.

"There must be a mistake. I-I thought this was one of the manor's lighters because of the color, so I took it-”

Her words faltered as she saw the darkness creeping into his eyes, the danger in his stare making her stop mid-sentence, a chill running down her spine.

The mercenary threatened her with his posture, every muscle tense. His eyes were cold and empty, fixed on her with a chilling intensity that made her heart race. He didn't need to say a word, his presence alone was enough to make her feel cornered.

Naib let out a scoff, his eyes narrowing as he rolled them in disbelief. He took a slow, deliberate step closer. The air around them seemed to grow colder, heavier, as if the shadows themselves were drawing closer in response to his silent threat.

"That's bullshit, and you know it,"- He said, his voice a low, guttural growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I keep my lighter in the same spot every day. In my room. You're telling me you just happened to think it was one of the manor's lighters, and took it?”

The maid gulped. "I-I swear- I didn't know it was a guest room. Usually the manor key can't unlock it if there's someone occupy-”

Naib's expression darkens her words. So she was snooping around his room? Who knows what she could've taken besides his lighter.

"Stop lying to my face. I've been in this damn manor long enough to know how the keys work. You've been in my room.”

"I-It's the truth. Sir, if you just let me-”

BAM

Naib slammed his hand forcefully against the wall, the sound echoing through the hallway. The impact was so sudden that it cut off the maid's speech mid-sentence, leaving her startled and wide-eyed. His face twisted with intensity, eyes narrowing as he glared at her.

“You’d better be honest with me,” - He growled, his voice low and dangerous, every word dripping with a sense of urgency and threat.

Without a word, she nodded quickly, her movements frantic and desperate.

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Hours passed, and the tension that had hung in the air earlier now lingered in a heavy silence.

Naib stood motionless, watching intently as the maid shakily approached the staff room’s drawer. Her hands were trembling as she reached for the handle, the sound of the drawer creaking in the stillness. She hesitated for a moment, casting a nervous glance toward him, before slowly pulling it open. Inside, neatly arranged, was a collection of lighters. Naib’s eyes narrowed as he spotted one, its color unmistakable, exactly the same as the one he had lost.

He remained silent, processing the truth that seemed to be unfolding before him. The maid, standing still by the drawer, waited patiently, her hands clasped together in a tight, anxious grip, giving him space to think and absorb what was now undeniable.

"So..." - Naib starts. He glances at the lighter and then back to her. - "... It was really a mistake?”

Naib’s gaze flickered between the lighter and the maid, his mind racing. His eyes narrowed as the pieces of the puzzle seemed to shift, but he held his silence. He let out a deep sigh, his tense posture softening as his expression turned less hostile.

“Alright…” - He paused for a moment, his eyes drifting to her.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been in my room. Why were you there in the first place?” - His voice was steady, but the question lingered in the air, carrying a weight that demanded an answer.

The maid’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words hurried. - “I don’t know how, but the manor key can open it. We have a set of keys for cleaning some locked rooms. I... I don’t know how one of them can open yours though…”

Naib's expression softened a little at her explanation, but his suspicion remained.

"And how did you not realize it was my room when you went in? I have my things in there. You would've seen them while cleaning."

She stared at him, her eyes unsure, before glancing down.He held her gaze, waiting for her response.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice quiet. “…Sir, no offense but your room is nothing different from a basic room.”

Naib blinked, caught off guard. "...What?"

She went on, her words calm but firm.

"There's no decoration, no personal items. The only thing that stands out is the lighter on the bed table, but even that looks like one of the manor's own.”

Naib was left speechless for a moment. His room was deliberately sparse, his personal belongings carefully hidden away, nothing to give away who he was. He didn’t care for fancy things, and his job demanded secrecy.

Naib stared at the maid. She stared back at him. The awkward silence was so thick that the ticking of the clock seemed almost deafening.

After a beat, he sighed, rubbing his temple. Naib glances over at her, and sees the look on her face. He's never been confronted about his room's barrenness before, and it embarrasses him more than anything. He clears his throat, trying to regain some composure.

"... You can leave"

The maid tilts her head slightly, a mix of curiosity and concern crossing her face.

"I... apologize, sir," - She says, her voice gentle, almost hesitant. - "I didn't mean to-”

Naib looks away, his mind racing as he fumbles for the right words.

"No, it's fine," - He mutters, still avoiding her eyes. - "Just... leave.”

After she leaves, Naib can't help but sigh in embarrassment. He sighs, rubbing his face in frustration. The maid had been nothing but kind, yet doubt still lingers. At least, she's not an enemy.

Innocent enough, he tells himself. He shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away. I’m overthinking, he mutters under his breath.

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Slow burn. Tough guy needs time 😔