#mlbb granger

[akivrse]

[kikiwooo]

Hellooo, okay imagine Granger just got home and randomly get clingy to the reader?, WHY DO I SUDDENLY HAVE BUTTERFLIES

ohoho~

Granger loves physical touch but is too shy to give it, he loves how warm you touch against his skin and loves the feeling that comes with it.

Everyone occasionally have bad days and sometimes embracing one and another can fix this bad day of yours. So imagine after a rough and tiring day, when he finally comes to home wanting nothing more than to embrace you and bask in your presence as his ears cry to hear your voice.

Imagine him coming straight towards you, without bothering with his personal needs first, not when his eyes are seeing only you. His arms tightly hugging your form before grunting softly as his takes a step back only to unbutton his jacket to feel more of you. Just pure need for skin to skin contact. He knows only then he will truly feel relaxed.

It's like, this is a different Granger. Not the shy and introverted one. But a one who's bold enough to embrace you this shamelessly and press butterfly kisses onto your skin. His deep yet emotional voice as he hums against your neck with his eyes closed, he takes a deep breath of your scent.

"..mm..i missed you."

[shamefulzombie]

Felt like drawing some ml

[roxxiies]

MY SYMPHONY . . . !

synpss: just granger being stressed out from work and letting it out on his lovely lover (gently bc he's a gentleman). nsfw, fem!reader, belly bulge, slight marking, penetration, creampie, fondling

ft: granger

He needed something to ease the ache.

The ache from his fingers which continuously shifts from chords to chords on his violin. The ache from his chest that kept on heaving when he finally captured the demons as per the order of the empire, but heard he only caused more ruckus than peace across the street.

And once he came back to the empire, he was scolded by his uncontrollable behavior and left disappointed.

Granger needed something to ease the ache. Oh, how he can't wait to go home.

When he entered your shared home, he stopped in his tracks and basked in the sight of you preparing dinner for the two of you, and the sight alone made him feel something. Mentally note to himself that he'll reward you soon.

You were startled when you felt arms circle around your waist and a chest press against your back. You relax once you get a whiff of your lover's perfume as he starts peppering little kisses on your neck, your scent invading his senses all over, “What's gotten into you, hm?” He mumbled something in response and you shrugged it off.

You only tilted your neck to give him more room, your hand softly grasped his hair as the little pecks turned into wet kisses. You guessed he had a rough day by telling how desperate he was acting tonight. You hummed.

Soon, the kisses weren't enough anymore, and he groaned in frustration. He turned you around, lifted you up and you yelped, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his lower torso and head towards your shared bedroom.

His chest was now flush against your back, he shakily bucks hips into you as one of his hands held both your hands above your head, his other hand supported your hips. Your whole body shaking from the recent orgasm.

“You feel—ngh so good,” he panted close to your ear, something about his voice made a moan escape your wet lips but soon muffled by the mattress as you clenched around him.

His hips faltered as he let out a loud groan at the sudden tightness, but quickly he continued to thrust his hips into you. He sighed with pleasure, “Fuck, you liked that, sweetheart? How good y’make me feel?”

You moaned, your lover wasn't usually the one leading in the bedroom and whenever this side of Granger shows up, your mind goes blank.

Suddenly, with the hand that was grabbing both your hands, he led one of your hands towards your stomach and you shuddered at the indent of his cock as it thrust in and out of you, “You feel that? That’s all for you.”

He grins at your reaction, soon nuzzling his face in your neck, leaving wet kisses. His other hand lets go of your hand and switches to knead your breast, you gasped, saliva coating your lips as he pinched and rubbed the hard bud.

You were getting close. His thrusts were getting slower now, his breathing on your neck went uneven and you realised he was getting close too, “Hah, that's r–right. Come for me, love!”

He whines on your neck and he shakily reaches down to rub circles on your clit, hoping to reach that high together. That coil inside you is returning once more.

He pounds into you quickly, your moans turning high pitched. With another rub on your clit, you come. You arched your back and he soon came in seconds later.

You laid your aching body on the soft mattress below you as your lover hugged you tightly, and you chuckled at his behaviour.

He pulled out, sighing as he watched as his cum trickled down your inner thighs. He then placed himself beside your body to face you, adorning your dishevelled state as he stared at your lips, panting, and couldn't help but dive in for a kiss.

You moaned at the kiss but it soon ended as you pulled away, he whined. You stared at his teary eyes, you also love this side of him.

His lips are a little reddish from the kisses you shared tonight. He stared at you as if asking for something. You looked at his state now and you laughed heartily, “Yes, we can cuddle.”

Granger quickly scooted closer to your nude body and hugged it tightly against him as if you would be gone tomorrow, but right now, as you seed your fingers through his hair, he sighs contently—you eased his aches.

[g004]

🎻🔥

[recvachka]

[goszixx]

Can I take a look inside?

Note: I’m in love with this man

Warning: He calls you Mamas, oral female receiving, massages, he’s your boss, praising, in his office.

You could feel the sweat forming on your neck even in the cold air spewing out of the AC vent above you. You never understood why his office needed to be so cold. It’s not like it was hot outside either, just something the agent enjoyed. It’s not like you were able to question his methods. After all, he is Granger. One of the top agents in the organization, and your boss.

He batted his curled lashes at the report, dark eyes narrowing on on the letters marking the paper. Tan skin slid across the paper in hesitance, as if stuck on something. You assumed it was a typo and cursed yourself for it.

Whisky sat on his desk; a small portion settling in his custom made glass. “How does it look? I know we didn’t get the exact information you needed but…” trailing off, you hesitated to finish. The black office chair squeaked when your boss leaned back. A sigh left reddened lips. You couldn’t help your eyes tracing the perfect arch they made of the pretty point of his nose. His brows were thin, eyes narrowed.

It was best that you divert your attention to something else while he continued to read. The walls of his office were a pastel blue, his light born coat hung up in the corner of the room. His guns laid on the wall, along with a leather couch. Its pretty common for the agent to sleep in his office. From what you’ve heard, he rarely goes home.

“Thank you.” He mutters, eyes lifting to feel around your nervous frame. Awkwardly, you stood in front of him. He noticed how straight your back was and how your fingers picked at one another. “Is there something else you want to say?”

Sometimes it irked you how perceptive he was. “No.” Granger raised a brow at the slight hitch in your breath. Pushing his chair back slightly, he placed the report on his desk. He moved some other files over, creating a blank space on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, his hand ran through his mitched matched hair. It always seemed so fluffy, it almost made you jealous. “There is nothing else regarding the mis-“

“Then what is this about?” Granger cut off, nudging his chair farther back to create some room between him and his desk. His eyes lingered at the helm of your skirt to your exposed thighs. It was only for an instant, but you caught the glance. “It is nothing appropriate for a work setting.” Your voice came out in a shy manner. It bothered you how well the agent can thow you off your game. Even so, your face held straight.

“Sit.” He ordered, his chair rocking a bit from him adjusting. You hesitated, causing granger to raise a brow. “Can’t listen to your commanding officer?”

A lump built up in your throat. “That’s not it…” Painstakingly, you walked closer to his desk, taking a seat so you faced your commanding officer. Your thighs pressed tight together underneath your black skirt. Granger took his time taking in your position. Your hands held you up on the sides, one palm stuffed in the report you just gave him. The other gripped near the edge of the furniture; nails trying not to carve into the wood out of anticipation. “Are you tired?”

Granger watched your face, his hand reaching towards your exposed legs. He pulled one of your legs onto the arm of his chair. Rough hands caressed your smooth skin. The cold of the room contrasted with the warmth of the agent. His fingers worked into your calf before rubbing across your thigh. You couldn’t help but melt into the touch. “We are at work Granger.” You pushed out softly.

“No one will come in. Everyone is out for the day. Why don’t you tell me what happened, Mamas.”

The agent could feel you tense from the nickname, blush adding to your cheeks. His husk voice said it with ease no matter how embarrassed it made you. He switched focus, his hands moving to ease your other leg, spreading them in the process. “Did something happen on the mission?” He asked again. His eyes flickered to your blue panties, resisting the urge to take them off in a less appropriate fashion.

Lips pressed against the end of your thigh, large hands supporting the rest of the leg. The kisses persisted, getting slower and slower by the second. At one point, you wondered if Granger gave up on trying to get the information out of you. He seemed to just be enjoying your legs, the warmth, how soft they are. The smell of perfume stuck to your skin. It was sweet. “You smell how you taste.” He groaned, annoyed by how stubborn you were being.

Granger isn’t the type to let anger simmer. He rather everything be out in the open then be kept inside. “You had a mission with Silvana recently…” you started, blush adding to your cheeks. You refused to look Granger in the eyes as you utter your next words. “I got jealous.”

Silence. It would be a lie to say it didn’t make you anxious. Warmth left your legs slowly. They were placed gently back, hanging off the sides of his desk. The agent pushed back his chair. It thumped against the wall a bit. You slowly opened your eyes, surprised to see Granger on his knees, taking off his coat. He pulled the fabric off himself gingerly, his head tilted up to meet your wide eyes. “I can’t get this dirty but I need to show you there’s nothing to be jealous about.

Hands slid up your thighs, pulling you forward so his face was stuffed between them. The end of your skirt was bunched up by your waist, your pretty panties on full display. “Can I take a look inside?”

Teeth chewed at your lips as a finger pulled at the fabric of your underwear. Granger blinked a few times seeing the wet spot growing on the clothing. Once panties were off, an electric chill went down your spine. The sudden realization, of what is about to happen made you self conscious. Though, that feeling melted away when you you saw Granger bring your panties to his nose, taking a deep breath. The grip he had on your thigh tightened.

“Yes.” You whispered, eyes heavy as your boss ran kisses up your thighs. He put the panties in his lap as he focused on easing his hunger. “It was for a mission. You’re still mine Mamas, and I’m still yours.”

His wet tongue rubbed up and down your folds, gathering all the juices he could on his tongue. You couldn’t help but flinch when his nose bumped into your clit. Both of his hands adjusted your legs, making them draped over his shoulders. The movement made you struggle to balance. Granger gave a slow kiss on your clit before peeking up. “Squeeze your legs, no need to be shy.”

You did as told, pushing Granger onto your dripping cunt. The agent wasted no time picking up where he left off, leaving slow kisses on your clit. He sucked the bundle of nerves, his eyes closed and breathes heavy. Hands tugged into his hair when his tongue began to ease past your folds. He groaned, vibrating the skin. Between your soft hands tugging his fluffy hair and the moans coming from your lips, he couldn’t help the blood rushing to his cock.

Granger shifted slightly, wanting to focus his attention on you and you only. “There you go Mamas. Do you feel good?” The agents pushed his tongue past your fold again, this time repeating the action over and over. He was a starved man. How could he hold back when you make such beautiful noises?

“Yes, you feel so good Granger.” You cried, voice shaky as your legs squeezed him tighter. His hands massaged your thighs, making you flinch from the pleasure. They rubbed up and down your legs, easing you to take more of his tongue. His nose bumped against your throbbing clit; making you whine from the minimal friction.

Another whine came from your lips. You were trying your hardest not to pull his hair too hard from how good you felt. Wet noises corrupted the office, a small pop made it all stop when Granger removed his tongue. His head peaked up again, his lips red and covered in your sweetness. A goofy smile bloomed on the agents face. He was drunk off of you.

“Ready to come on my face, Mamas?”

It took you a moment to answer, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Y-yes. Please Granger.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. The man gave slow kisses to your thighs again, pampering whatever skin he could get his hands on. He laid another kiss on your clit before rolling his tongue on the bud. His wet tongue slid across the nerves in a circular motion.

Granger kept his pace slow, wanting to feel you quiver against his tongue before speeding up. His lips curled from the fingers tightening in his hair. “Faster… fuck faster Granger.”

He did just that, his hands holding your thighs steady as his tongue worked you. Drool clung to your thighs as your cum coated his lips and nose. Granger helped your ride out your orgasm. His tongue slowing down on your clit before he laid kisses on your folds. You shifted uncomfortably, mewling from the overstimulation. “Grange-r-r…”

“I know, I know Mamas but let me clean up my mess. I can’t let your cum go to waste.”

[3xen]

out of time; granger a lover from the past ceases your longing and makes a polite request to mend the past of your relationship.

n. just a repost, but slightly edited. plz enjoy!

c. angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a kiss, a bit ooc, slowburn

you refused to use drinks as a getaway from your personal issues—younger you thought that. the much younger you would have released your anger and emotions in some other way then some booze. but you were not younger you and he was not present.

“i want three shots of your strongest vodka, vernon!” vernon—the bartender working in that small pub. he had come across many heavy drinkers, but you. oh you. he had never seen anything like it.

“that vile, vile man!” you had lashed out plenty of times already, if someone were to see it—it would certainly be vernon.

“you should lay low on the drinks miss-“

“no! i refuse your orders! i will go back for him!”

“no, i meant-“ vernon is lucky to survive long enough from your chaos. in exchange for practically babysitting you, you provide protection for vernon and his pub. he was just a small crippled old man after all.

-

“hey vernon!” off the drinks you were a sweetheart really.

you slide into your regular seat, vernon serving your usual beverage to you. you couldn’t lie, the pub was awfully quiet—not like you were complaining of course. it was just strange. usually there would be a few men scattered around the bar, but today, there were only two.

“vernon. hey, who are they?” in a low whisper you mutter to vernon across the bar table. you signal vernon to the tiny corner table. there is a bulky blond and another awfully pale man. they were not regulars and certainly not from around here. they had royal attire and the presence of authority.

“im not sure m’lady, they came into the bar and looked quite displeased, ordered two beers and have been here since.” vernon didn’t seem to know of the two men, so you decided you would try to ignore their presence to spare the pub from destruction.

you nonchalantly chat with vernon, of course still keeping marks on the two men. suddenly, the blond instantly shoots up from his seat. you restrain yourself from moving, instead, watching his movements from where you were.

“may i be of assistance to you sir?” his steps look hesitant going up to the counter.

“uh yeah, do you know of a woman around here? i think she’s a regular here, right granger?”

“i believe she’s right there.”

“what did you say old man..? ”

“alucard..” i pause. “it’s actually you. what are you doing here?” you were appalled. what would they need from you? were they finally here to kill you? it’s been so long since last seeing them at the monastery. why would they seek you out now?

“_____! you. you are a difficult woman to find! we went through hell and back to find you!” he complains, just like how he always used too. he takes a seat beside you, averting his eyes at the man in the corner, giving you a raised brow.

“my boy, granger here, has been keeping tabs on you.” you have a soft stare towards the man. why would granger seek you out? had he really had his eyes on you for some time now? and you were too dense to notice? you had many questions of your own but alucard pulled you back quickly enough to pause your thoughts.

“listen, he has something to ask you, the sonny boy might not say it—but he will not take no for an answer.” you nod slowly at his request. alucard slides over the counter, giving vernon a strong hold on his shoulders. vernon noticeably tenses and before alucard is able to drag him out through the back door, vernon’s head whips back to you���surely worried for your well-being. you nod in approval, signaling to vernon that you would be perfectly fine, that you would not wreck havoc in his bar.

turning to your side once again, granger appears beside you. he looks forward and away from you. the white streak in his hair sticks out to you. it’s so noticeable from the side. he wears a black leather jacket and a red scarf is wrapped around his neck. the scar going through his right eye has an alluring appearance to it.

though you were appointed a stranger to him, he entrusted his deepest, most dreadful secrets with you. he knew of the information you possessed. he was a mysterious man, even after spending most your years with the man, he was still as strange as the day you met.

it goes quiet for a bit, you didn’t want to bombard granger with questions you knew he wasn't going to answer, so you didn't waste your breath on it.

“the monastery, is it much better?” his lips take a swig of his beer.

if your father was an active operator and died in battle, despite your circumstances, you would be taken in by the monastery in place of your deceased father. it was a rough place, only the best of the best would survive.

in the beginning you refused to listen to them, you would not take orders from anyone besides your parents. but you soon realized, to survive—you must listen, that, or be executed.

you were alone most of your time in the monastery. you were more engrossed in training and searching for any way to leave the monastery as fast as you could.

you were thirteen at the time, sparring with that plump blond kid who talked too much. maybe you could have killed him then. he was an annoying kid who could blabber all day if he wanted too. others caused him great harm—all because he was a little bigger than your average child. you saved him from the mischievous bullies that swore to tie him up and butcher him like a pig—he may not believe it but saving him was an accident—you made a wrong turn in the woods.

after him, you met granger. you would no longer live in misery at the monastery after granger. you didn’t pay much mind to granger—for a while.

one night, on your personal night patrol, a sweet melody coming from the male barracks urged your hunt. the nuns forbid you from going to the barracks of the opposite gender—but that night, you had no self-control and had already been curious for some time.

it was a soft sentimental melody. it soothed you, training harshly at such extreme lengths, this melody had brought you peace. it gave you enough comfort to repeatedly visit his room every night to sit under the window he played from.

“hey! what are you doing here?!” you eyes shoot open and you are quick to pick up your feet and run towards the female barracks—where you belonged. a nun had caught you, and oh—you were in for a great deal of punishment.

truthfully, it was a misunderstanding. but even then they wouldn’t understand that. set for a three day suspension from the training grounds, you were also ordered to give a sincere apology to the boy you were so called lurking on.

“it’s you.”

“yeah. it’s me.” the boy towers over you, watching intently at your every move. you saw how fierce and keen he was on the training grounds, he could kill you right now.

his scar is almost the only thing visible on his face, you don’t even know if it’s the same boy you secretly visited every night. he looks so cold and emotionless. but you were not one to judge—even if he was judging you.

“i apologize, i shouldn’t have been lurking on you. it is my fault.” his eyes are too intimidating to stare at, you just look down at your feet while excusing yourself.

“it’s not your fault, you weren’t lurking.” your eyes go wide at his response.

“what..?” he shrugs.

“i saw you, you visited every night for a week. you sat under my window, i played the same song for you the entire time. i thought you noticed.” your cheeks go red in embarrassment, if apologizing wasn’t overwhelming enough, finding out the boy you’ve been basically stalking saw you—sneaking through the barracks and sitting under his window.

“oh..”

“i can explain!”

“there’s no need to explain, it was just a misunderstanding.” he turns away from you. leaving you a confused mess.

-

“_____! why are you not on the training grounds!” alucard huffs, still catching his breath from all the physical activity he’s been doing.

“suspended.”

“what?! _____, what did you do?!” you shrug in response to his question, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. you watch other children from the sidelines, working in their designated weaponry areas.

“granger! it’s granger!” alucard practically shouts in your ear. you flinch from the loud ring, momentarily peeking your head out to get sights on whoever alucard was rambling about.

it’s him, the same boy you apologized to—-two days ago. you begin to grow anxious, watching his swift moves of combat.

“he’s so cool.” alucard stared in awe.

“do you think i can do that _____?” he asked, clearly immersed. you promised yourself to never look at him again, but here you are—under his gaze once again.

“i want to fight you.” you state plainly, even knowing how dangerous he was on the battlefield.

“is this because of the incident the other day? i thought i told you it was a misunderstanding. there is nothing we can do about it.”

“no, i want to test my strength.” granger looks stunned and almost terrified. you looked so determined it honestly shocked him.

“just once.”

“you’re suspended.”

“we can do it in the woods.” he’s hesitant to comply, but your expressions of determination and stubbornness are surely the death of him.

in the end, you lose to the hands of granger.

maybe it was a proposal of becoming friends with him—but you hung out everyday after that.

“_____! t-t-that’s granger!” alucard’s eyes light up in adoration. granger gives you a small glare, you shrug—alucard had just become friends with his role-model.

-

the three of you decided a trip to the woods would be a nice getaway. you three were almost of age—meaning your departure from the monastery was coming soon.

“catch you guys later!” alucard leaves early due to business.

departure from the monastery also meant the separation between the three of you. those two dimwits made your days at the monastery a lot more bearable and for them to simply leave like that, was very upsetting.

“i didn't know it was gonna rain.” you look up, small water droplets running down your cheeks and eventually down your entire body. granger pulls you by the arm, gently shoving you under a tree trunk.

“stupid girl.” the space is small, it’s a tiny opening at the bottom of the trunk, only made for one person but you two make the room. you both sit across from each other as silence fills the air and the only audible sound is the pouring rain from above you.

“granger,” you hated the thought of even asking him.

“where are you gonna go after this?” you look at granger, his face is blank. you don’t think he likes your question very much.

“the moniyan empire, the queen requested us as lightborn soldiers.”

“oh.” was all you could utter. you avoid his gaze, holding your thighs close to your chest to create some warmth going through your body. granger’s head is already hitting the top of the tree trunk as he sits uncomfortably.

“that doesn’t mean we won’t see each other.” he mutters after some time.

“what do you mean?”

“your hometown is not too far from lumina city. we can always come visit.”

“right.” you nod, agreeing with his statement. his brows furrow in disappointment—he knew how upset you were. he couldn’t lie himself—-he didn’t know what he was gonna do without you. he could barely handle alucard alone. how could he even handle himself?

“listen closely,”

“i will come get you. do not feel any regret.” you let your arms fall and instead felt him pull you closer. you comply to his actions—as he sets his lips on yours. both your wet clothes sliding against each other’s from the close proximity.

“granger-“ his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer by the inch, hungrier and hungrier for your touch.

“for me to discard you like that—you would have to do something extremely wicked.”

“i doubt that day will ever come.” you relished his words of reassurance as he pulls away from your lips. his eyes look around for any type of emotion in your face, he needed to know how you were feeling.

“granger, i just don’t suppose you would ever come back for me. after we leave the monastery we are all on our own.” you were thrilled for granger. he was going to get promoted at the highest position as soon as he left this place.

“you, are mine. the monastery doesn’t separate us. please, tell me how i could just entirely rid of you, knowing you are my main priority. the monastery didn’t change our nature, the monastery didn’t make us.” granger is thorough with his explanation. his words were plain-spoken however still laced with empathy.

-

“you cannot say stuff like that. and then leave.”

“do you understand what i was waiting for?” you blankly declare. granger never looked at you as you spoke, so you didn’t either.

“you just had to wait a little longer.”

“i had waited far too long, you filled my head with lies. i tried to reason.” you discussed as calmly as you could. you had put a restraint on both your heart and emotions.

“i don’t think you understand. i left for you. im not someone you would wanna be around. you told me you had better plans than becoming a demon hunter. was i gonna to be the one who interrupted it?” you kept your eyes locked on anything but him. he was no longer apart of you, in your heart—he was absent.

“and were you one to neglect my feelings? i knew of nothing. i didn’t even begin to think about my own being when you left,” you interject. your eyes burned in frustration, tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you began to raise your voice in resentment.

“my thoughts were only of you, i hated thinking of you even when i didn’t want to. do you understand that?” his eyes, though cold as ice there is a slight sparkle of warmth. it watches each detail of your face. his intentions were unknown to you—but you hoped that he at least spared a spot in his heart for you.

“did you ever even think about how i felt?” your gaze shifts to him, the tension between his silence and your dispute are at battle.

“that irrational act ravished my reliance on you. you acted on my love.” granger takes the harsh truth, still searching for any opening to speak. by now, tears begin to prickle from your eyes. you wipe, wipe, and wipe—but it doesn’t falter.

though, granger’s face may look serene—and maybe even untroubled. he is deeply distraught, though his natural instincts are jittering—commanding him to bring you into an embrace, he knows better than to touch you, knowing how heartbroken you were.

he can’t even watch you without feeling sorrow himself. you weren't meant to be in this much pain. he was clueless as to truly how much agony you were in. it was a solid two years since you had last seen each other, those years—granger never spoke a word.

“you are no longer mine, granger.” you failed to care for yourself while waiting for his arrival. you knew independence and you were not afraid of being alone. but granger uttered those heartfelt words and it never got out of your head. you remembered those words like a prayer and it caused you to lose sight of yourself.

“i may no longer be yours, but you are still mine.” as much as you denied it—you were still his. you couldn’t admit that to him. your hatred against granger was inevitable, no one could change your mind about that. but it was not strong enough. your heart knew the way to go—your heart decided the best way to go about was granger.

“i have told you this far many times, it wasn't supposed to be this way. i want you to understand that. you are still you, as i am me. time is temporary. i had enough fear of losing you to even neglect you like that.” his hand is placed on the back of your head, which was not of your knowledge considering the uncontrollable sobbing mess you were.

“i want you to join me on the battlefield. through that time ill make it up to you. i will show you all the things you have missed out on since our separation.” granger gently stroked the back of your head, tangling your hair through his fingers. you knew his proposal was entirely true—you were going to join him on the battlefield and he would show you all the things you missed out on.

knowing that, you still dread of seeing his face—every single day. granger liked to be alone, he would eat alone, sleep alone, and heal alone. were you really the person to be a nuisance to him? these thoughts ate at your head. through your time apart, granger seemed like he had no problem being alone and without a partner. you couldn’t bare the thought of being a burden to him.

“yes. i want to join you granger.” his eyes twinkle and glimmer in delight at your response. if granger said it—it was gonna to be made true. of all the things he said, it was mostly true. he told you he would come back for you—in a two year span, but he made it happen.

he takes hold of your wrist, placing a delicate kiss upon it. maintaining a strong hold on your eyes with his. his movements are gentle, you had never felt the touch of granger—or practically anyone since some time, it was so foreign to you.

“im glad your love hasn't been deprived of.” if granger was going to be true to his words, then you would never allow your love to perish even if you were in denial or your heart was tentative.

his greatest flaw was his devotion because in all scenarios, he was always going to find a way back whether your heart desired it or not.

© 3xen

[midori-stacy]

I've made up new voice lines for some couples of MLBB. Let me know what you think!

Granevere

Granger:

Why would I ever talk to flowers?

*sigh* One last time, and you give my violin back!

Never thank me. I only fight for myself!

You are too headstrong for the one with a ribbon.

Guinevere:

Sometimes, both of us can be unbearable.

Always thought I was hard to love until he made it seem so easy.*

He's always by my side.

A violin in a guitar case... Interesting.

You have absolutely no ear for music!

*Camilla Cabello 'Easy'

[asy4]

Il s'appelle Granger, beau homme

[emobunn]

[namjaart]

Art from the previous post without text. If suddenly someone wants to put them on the wallpaper of their gadget. I will be grateful for the repost. If you put it on the wallpaper, attach a screenshot please, it would be very nice. Thank you

And yes, This is Johnson from mobile legends. Yes, he looks a little bit different from his original ver, but I think he looks something like this without his armor. Cutie)

[kikiwooo]

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Thinking about...How much X.Borg hates his scars. How ugly they make him look, still, you touch him as if he's the perfect sculpture. He could only hide his slightly red face into his huge metal hand and huff lightly. And those eyes..god, your eyes.

Thinking about...How Granger does nothing at nights but holding you close to him. Feeling you against him, secure and warm. He sighs in relief and lets his walls down around you. All he wishes is to hold you and do nothing, just..a few more minutes please.

[shamefulzombie]

ML Stuffss

[roxxiies]

Ok so ur probably done with the granger & gusion requests but like your the only mlbb fanfic writer I know so I'm clinging to you like a leech😭 (can I be anon leech?)

Anyway separate granger and gusion hcs with a shy fem reader pls? Like if they were in a relationship with someone shy/easily flustered? Tysm!

... L-LOVE ?

synpss: (separate) head canons of assassins with a shy!reader. sfw, fem!reader

ft: granger, gusion

Granger will not fail to protect you. He understands your shyness and always makes sure you feel safe and comfortable whenever he's around.

He knows he isn't the most talkative and expressive type of person, but he knows how to offer silent support. Like one time, he'd hold your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze when he sensed you're feeling nervous.

But sometimes, when you're both alone together, there will be this unintended silence. He'd be unsure what to say, and you're just too shy to break the ice😞, leading to long moments of awkward silence.

Despite both of your less expressive personalities, Granger will gently encourage you to try new things. He will celebrate your small victories, ending up with you feeling proud of yourself.

However, he will never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Granger will try to be affectionate, but you can't help but giggle as he shows it stiffly. He'd put an arm around you awkwardly, not entirely sure how to be tender, but heyy, he's trying his best.

One time, you were both on a date and ran into his teammates or your friends. It led to an awkward encounter and conversation HAHAHA. It's just that Granger isn't great with small talk and you're shy, so the conversations can be stilted but are still sweet at the same time.

He might try to compliment you, but it comes out more bluntly than he intended.

“You look… great…!" he says, then awkwardly looks away, not used to expressing his feelings verbally.

But despite you being shy, you giggle softly at his effort, and his heart swells every time he gets a new reaction out of you.

Overall, the man tries to be more expressive than he really is towards you just so he can show that he genuinely loves and cares for you.

Our little rebel loves to tease you playfully. But once it gets too much, he'll stop.

Gusion just wants to make you smile :( and still feel comfortable around him at the same time.

He's also very patient with you, understanding that you need more time to open up.

Despite his whole demeanour, he will treat you with kindness and respect, making you feel cherished.

Gusion will attempt to lighten the mood or awkward moments with jokes, but sometimes all the time they don't end very well.

He'd laugh at his own joke, then realises you didn't find it funny, leading to an awkward silence, and he'd just sheepishly grin towards you.

He absolutely loves when you two are alone together, where you can both relax and just be yourselves. He likes it because he gets to let his guard down, and you'll be able to share your thoughts and feelings with him without any distractions or discomfort.

Knowing Gusion, he'd probably love to take you on little adventures, whether it's just on some tall building's rooftop or trying out some silly stuff you might like.

But he does try to not overwhelm you.

He showers you with compliments and praise! He loves making you flustered and sees it as a sign of your genuine and shy nature.

But sometimes, his enthusiasm for his support becomes a bit overwhelming...

Like one time you tried something new and he'd happily compliment you out of nowhere:

“You’re so amazing!” he'll say loudly, drawing unwanted attention and causing you to blush furiously. You'd smack him after it though and he takes it. (he deserves it)

With Gusion, the stark contrast of your personalities will make your relationship full of surprises. He swore to make sure of it.

back to all my works . . .

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