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Clavis Lelouch - Rhodolite Horror Night - Event Summary

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Prologue (Shared between the three suitors)

This story takes place before anyone is successfully romanced. Due to various reasons, Gilbert is staying in Rhodolite despite being the prince of an enemy country.

One thunderous midsummer night, a small group gathered in a chapel deep in the forest beyond the castle. This group is full of people known to have various incidents around them.

Clavis greets Emma as she enters the chapel, and Gilbert thanks Luke for guiding her. Luke ignores them and asks after Emma; he didn’t expect the sudden downpour during their journey here. Emma assures Luke that she is perfectly all right and thanks him for lending her his coat. Since she is in front of Gilbert, Emma is careful to respond like a noble lady.

Returning the coat to Luke, Emma surveys her surroundings. Before her are the number one trap master of the Rhodolite court, and the calamity that will end the world. Rather than a solemn atmosphere, this chapel seems sinister and foreboding. Emma asks if she can go home yet.

What? Go home? Clavis tells Emma that nothing exciting has even happened yet, there’s no point in leaving early. Besides, Gilbert adds, does Emma really think she’ll return safely if she leaves now?

Emma frowns at Gilbert. He laughs and says that he’s not threatening her or anything. But look outside. It’s raining very hard, and the environment itself is dangerous.

Moving along, Emma reminds them that they had a job for her and asks what it is. Clavis asks her what sort of summer activities are common in this part of the world.

Stargazing?

Clavis nods, she's right, it’s time for a test of courage!

Emma asks if she can go home now. Gilbert wags his finger at her and tells her ‘no’.

Luke asks if they’re a bit old to be playing children’s games like courage tests. Clavis disagrees, you can have fun at all ages.

Emma and Luke refuse.

Gilbert thinks this sounds marvelous and asks Clavis to speak more about this challenge. Emma almost groans at the realization that Clavis and Gilbert are colluding.

Clavis explains that there is a mysterious, ghostly phenomenon all over the Rhodolite castle. There are rumors of a mysterious performance coming from the dance hall, even though it’s empty. There’s a cursed painting sealed in the depths of the palace treasury, and finally, there is a ghostly tower that only opens at midnight.

They’ll split up into groups of two and tackle two of the mysteries. If they can unravel the mystery to everyone’s satisfaction, then their test will be finished.

Luke is not motivated at all to help and complains. Clavis leans over to whisper something into Luke’s ear, and Luke’s expression changes. There’s no help for it, he’ll help out just this once.

Emma wonders if Clavis offered Luke a honey bribe.

Since Emma is the only woman in the group, Clavis generously offers to let her pick her partner. All three of them hold out their hands to her.

Clavis reminds Emma that he is the most fun of all the suitors.

Gilbert reminds Emma that her job is to entertain the visiting dignitaries.

Luke reminds Emma that he’s the sane one of this group.

Clavis Route

At the start of this surprise test of courage, Emma reached out and grabbed Clavis’ hand, partnering up with him. When the rain let up a little, they returned to the castle, Clavis in a surprisingly good mood. There’s a bounce to his steps as if he’s moments away from humming. Emma asks if her choosing him really put him in such a great mood.

Clavis tells Emma that she just proved that no matter what she says, she really loves him. Out of all the possibilities, he was her first choice.

Emma corrects him; she was just preventing him from teaming up with Gilbert. And she’s less afraid of Clavis than she is of Gilbert, so the choice was obvious. Clavis’ mood plummets at this, and Emma wishes that she could tell him the truth.

Ever since Emma came to the castle as the incognito ‘Belle’, Clavis was by her side and always took care of her. It's not easy being with him, but it was very fun. In spite of everything, she enjoyed the time she spent with Clavis. This is why she chose him without hesitation, but she would die of embarrassment if she were to admit it.

Emma changes the subject; their assignment was to investigate the painting of a lady which was sealed deep into the castle’s royal treasury. At this, Clavis’ mood shifts again, and he has a shady smile. Emma asks about the painting.

Clavis has never seen the painting himself, but there have been rumors among the servants about it for quite some time now. The lady in the painting is supposed to be so lifelike, servants have sworn that she moves in it. Emma wonders if this is some sort of optical illusion, adjusting the lights and preconceptions.

Clavis disagrees, many servants at different times have made similar reports. It’s to the point that the painting has been moved to the back of the treasury, with servants reporting that the painting is cursed.

Emma asks him to clarify, by ‘curse’ does he mean that people who view the painting will be hit by some sort of misfortune? When Clavis is eerily silent, Emma prompts him to respond. Clavis tells her that there are things in this world that if she would be far happier not knowing about as opposed to knowing.

Emma asks if after saying that, they’re still going to go look at the painting.

They are.

Clavis asks if Emma is frightened yet and offers to hold her hand. After all, he’s not just handsome, he’s also a proper gentleman.

Looking into his eyes, Emma can see the way they’re shining with excitement. She looks at the hand and looks back into Clavis’ eyes. Between the cursed painting and Clavis, he’s far more frightening, so she’ll refuse.

Clavis tells her that truthfully, he’s afraid and wants to hold hands with her. Emma calls him out on the lie his expression is ‘joy’ not ‘fear’. Clavis is impressed, Emma has been observing him closely. As closely as a lover would. Ahh, that explains earlier; she loves him so much that she’s embarrassed to admit it.

Emma grumbles that she’s not embarrassed at all.

That’s fine; if Emma isn’t embarrassed, she should be happy to hold hands with him!

Emma gives in; though from Clavis’ strong grip, she wonders if she’ll ever get her hand back. Holding hands together, they enter the royal treasury.

As expected in a country famous for its arts and culture, the treasury was full of priceless national treasures. Emma thinks that if anything is ruined during this trip, she would never be able to compensate for it. Just being in the treasury makes her nervous.

Still holding her hand, Clavis looks unconcerned and relaxed. He idly looks around the treasury, wondering which of the priceless paintings on display is the cursed one. Emma asks if he thinks searching will be difficult if they’re still holding hands, but Clavis disagrees. They both have one hand free, so finding the painting should be easy. Emma gives up on ever letting go of Clavis’ hand.

In the end, Emma found the painting. It was at the back of the treasury, covered in black cloth with the words ‘Do Not Open’ ‘Danger’ and ‘Cursed’ written on signs before it. Clavis praises Emma’s genius for finding it, and Emma points out that it sticks out.

She holds Clavis’ hand just a bit harder as he reaches out and removes the cloth.

As promised, the painting’s subject was a woman. She had a simple but beautiful dress that Emma couldn’t help but stare at. For some reason, there was a knight’s insignia on her chest. The lady’s skin was so white it almost looked translucent, to the point of sickness. She looks like she was painted in the royal court’s rose garden and had a melancholic smile on her face. Looking at the painting, Emma starts to feel sad for some reason.

Emma calls out to Clavis to ask a question but finds him entranced and unresponsive. She shouts his name, but he continues to stare at the painting, unblinking. Growing desperate, Emma reaches out and pinches his cheek as hard as she can.

Clavis yelps at the pain and complains; if she wanted to get his attention, she should have kissed him, not pinched him. Emma maneuvers them so that he’s no longer facing the painting, and is facing her instead, and asks him what he can see, hoping the painting hasn’t hypnotized him.

Clavis tells her that he is looking at a lovely, healthy, and pretty woman. Emma’s heart sinks at this, he can’t see her at all. Clavis corrects her, he can only see her. Emma looks at him worriedly, but the feeling he gave off while looking at the painting is gone. In his eyes, Emma can see her reflection, though it seems to waver for some reason. Still, it’s the normal Clavis in front of her, and Emma feels herself relax a little. She lets go of the sweaty handhold she has on Clavis.

She would never have guessed that the rumors about the curse on the painting were real, but it didn’t affect her. She turns around to look at the painting again and meets the eyes of the lady. Like she originally thought, the painting never moved, and she becomes entranced in the sheer craftsmanship and lifelike image. She wonders if it's one of those paintings that seem to move depending on the angle you view it at.

She can hear Clavis call out to her, but she is too focused on the painting to respond. She thinks that the candlelight might also affect the way the painting is viewed.

Suddenly her view is completely blocked by Clavis, who shouts her name. He asks if she can see him, as a gentleman it’s his duty to rescue her if a ghost has taken her. His face is so close to hers as he peers into her eyes, and Emma flushes, jerking back. Her movements are uncoordinated, and she winds up headbutting Clavis by accident. Clavis whines about her hurting him, and Emma replies that it’s his fault for doing something weird in the first place.

(New rule, only one person is allowed to get possessed at a time)

Emma realizes that instead of pinching her, Clavis had been going in for a kiss. If she hadn’t jumped at the last minute, he would have succeeded too. She takes a step back from Clavis and assures him that she wasn’t entranced by ghosts, she was just thinking about the painting.

Well, they’ve found the rumored cursed painting, what’s next?

Clavis explains that the next step is to figure out the truth behind the phenomenon. To start with, they should investigate everything about the painting. Then, as if the painting was neither priceless nor cursed, Clavis takes the painting off the wall to examine its back. He reports that it is 150 years old, and the original property of Lady Vivienne Michel.

Both Emma and Clavis immediately recognize the family name; apparently, Chevalier’s maternal family is somehow involved. Emma asks if Clavis is familiar with Chevalier’s ancestors, but unfortunately, he is not. And, given his options, Clavis would rather look through the archives in the library than ask Chevalier directly.

While Emma internally grumbles about Clavis’ and Chevalier’s terrible relationship, she acknowledges that Chevalier wouldn’t tell her if she asked him, giving her no choice but to join Clavis in the library.

Clavis hangs the painting back on the wall, and hand in hand, he and Emma go to the library. After a while, despite all the books she’s examined, Emma has no leads on Chevalier’s family history. Across the table, Clavis has also been searching through the books, at a speed Emma found impressive. For every book she reads, Clavis reads five. She was aware that he was a talented and capable prince, but this is just further proof. It was actually really cool.

A roar of thunder and lighting interrupts her moment, and Emma cant help but give a little jump at the unexpected noise. Clavis noticed and asks if Emma is afraid. She assures him that she’s fine with thunder, but Clavis assures her that if she’s frightened, she’s welcome to sit next to him.

Emma changes the subject, asking if the Michel family line even goes back 150 years. Clavis accepts this subject change and switches into a lecture mode. The Michel family goes all the way back to the founding of the country. Originally, Rhodolite was founded by knights, and the Michel family line is a direct descendant of a founding knight, known for producing many of the country’s famous knights.

That’s where the name ‘Chevalier’ came from; even though he is a prince, he comes from a famous knight family.

Emma admits that she has been curious about that, and Clavis’ evil smile deepens. He asks how long she’s been thinking about Chevalier, and for some reason, Emma feels like she’s in danger.

Sweet End

Emma has the feeling that Clavis’ smile is way more dangerous than the cursed painting. For some reason, Clavis stands up and moves to her side of the table, sitting next to her. He brings her back to the original topic. Emma complains about him sitting so close, but Clavis points out that it’s far easier to talk when they’re closer like this.

(This is not Chevalier's route, damnit!)

In the Michel family, there was a famous knight known as the ‘Rose Knight’, who legend has built up to be the strongest knight in Rhodolite’s history. At any battle he was in, he would be on the front lines and would lead Rhodolite to victory. Even if the opposing force had an overwhelming difference in numbers, the Rose Knight’s excellent tactics would lead Rhodolite to victory. There’s even an anecdote about the Rose Knight riding into enemy territory alone and destroying everything.

Emma notes that this sounds just like Chevalier, but Clavis’ smile grows even worse. He asks if she loves Chevalier that much, and Emma asks what love or hate has to do with Chevalier. Clavis points out that she is constantly talking about him, but Emma reminds Clavis that they are actively talking about Chevalier’s ancestor. The connection that Clavis just told her about.

The feeling around Clavis grows darker.

Moving along, Emma asks what the Rose Knight has to do with the painting. Clavis explains that the lady in the painting might have been the Rose Knight’s wife. He reminds Emma about the knight’s insignia on her chest and picks up a discarded book from his side of the table, showing it to Emma. It’s a tiger crest, different from the one Chevalier uses.

The crest is the one depicted in the painting and is associated with the Rose Knight. According to the records, the Rose Knight had a sickly wife, and if Emma recalls, the lady in the painting was very pale, enough to look sickly.

Emma blinks as the facts sink in, and she realizes that Clavis is right. She praises him, and only then realizes how close Clavis’ face is. From the short distance between them, Clavis, who is always attractive, is nigh bewitching.

Just as Emma is about to jump away, Clavis wraps an arm around her waist, trapping her. They have to figure out what to do next. Emma asks Clavis to let her go, but the so-called ‘gentleman’ only smiles shadily and tells her not to be shy, he’s not finished. there is a tragic ending to the Rose Knight.

The Rose Knight’s wife was very sickly and was left behind every time he left for battle. Before he would leave, the Rose Knight and his wife would spend a lot of time together to ensure they were able to say ‘goodbye’ properly. But one day, an enemy suddenly invaded Rhodolite, and the Rose Knight was summoned without an opportunity to say goodbye to his wife. When the fighting was over and the Rose Knight returned home, he arrived at the funeral for his wife. This was a blow to the Rose Knight, who grieved for his wife. After the funeral, he disappeared, no longer having a reason to fight.

As Emma holds back tears, Clavis redirects her attention. Now that they know the story behind it, they have to face the curse of the painting. Surely, she noticed how sad she felt looking at the lady, if they can find a way to solve that sorrow, they can bring peace to the painting and end the curse. He asks Emma if she has any ideas of what to do.

Emma has a list of choices, one of which is to throw a drinking party with the painting. Upon that suggestion, Clavis’ face grows pale, and he shoots her down.

Emma doesn’t want to give up, when there’s a problem like this, people throw a banquet, and that cheers up the other party. Clavis grumbles that Emma has a surprising alcoholic side to her. Emma is confused, she’s not that heavy of a drinker.

Emma pushes on, the lady in the painting is doubtlessly worried about the Rose Knight, as she died before knowing if he survived the battle. But that’s all in the past, and there’s nothing they can do about it, so why not get drunk and wash down all their problems?

Clavis asks if she really thinks that ghosts can drink, but Emma is determined to at least try it out. She’s surprised, she never would have thought that Clavis would be this resistant to drinking alcohol. She’s about to ask him about it when Clavis interrupts her. He understands the situation and will cooperate with her, but in exchange, he gets to prepare the drinks. Emma nods in assent, and with a bitter expression, Clavis leaves to prepare the drinks.

Upon their return to the royal treasury, Emma notices Clavis’ drink and asks if he seriously brought juice to a drinking party. Clavis insists that it’s wine, and when Emma tells him that she is 100% sure that it is genuine grape juice, Clavis more forcefully insists that it’s wine.

Well, her mental image of ‘delinquent’ Clavis is now ruined.

After they start drinking, Clavis asks Emma how the lady in the painting is doing. Emma looks at her and thinks that the lady is smiling. Even though the expression seems different, Emma is not at all afraid and tells Clavis that the lady appears to be happy. Clavis grumbles that the lady is probably making fun of them for drinking grape juice.

Well, now that they’ve solved the lady in the painting curse, their test of courage is over. They leave the treasury and Emma stretches, wondering what Gilbert and Luke have gotten up to.

Suddenly Clavis stops and an incomprehensible expression spreads across his face. He asks Emma if she really thinks everything is over now. At Emma’s confused expression, Clavis laughs, noting that she hasn’t understood anything. Suddenly, his expression is far scarier than any ghost they might have encountered.

Clavis asks her why she thinks he was at that chapel in the first place. Does she really think that the test of courage was the point of the night?

Emma recalls the scene that she had walked into when she entered the chapel. The World Calamity and the Trap Master of Rhodolite had been colluding before she and Luke interrupted them. Had they been plotting something unthinkable when she and Luke had interrupted them?

Emma asks if this is some kind of joke.

Clavis laughs evilly and tells her not to be so scared, he hasn’t done anything to her . . .yet. Emma’s heartbeat pounds in her chest as Clavis steps closer to her. Emma backs up until she’s against the wall.

Very gently, Clavis takes her hand and kisses the fingertips. Emma can’t find any words to respond.

Suddenly the atmosphere between them vanishes as Clavis laughs kindly, asking if Emma found this exciting. She complains that he’s horrible, and Clavis laughs, with that reaction, it was worth the effort.

Yep, Clavis really is the worst.

Before Emma can complain more, Clavis turns her hand and kisses her wrist. Emma shakes him off her hand and tells him to stop. Clavis lets her go, still smiling at her.

Emma’s heart is still pounding, but it’s hard to tell if it’s because she was just afraid, or because she felt something when Clavis kissed her hand so gently. Looking into Clavis’ eyes does nothing to calm her. Clavis’ face lowers towards her slowly.

Bam! The sound of their foreheads slamming together brings Emma’s thoughts to focus. Clavis complains about her headbutting him again. Emma tells him that the test of courage is over, they can leave and go to sleep now.

Emma grumbles about all the times Clavis got close and suggestive during this test of courage. It took until now for her to realize his true intentions, and now that she understands, she doesn’t want to stay any longer.

She thinks she can hear Clavis calling out to her from behind, but she doesn’t stop.

Premium End

Clavis had planned this out days earlier.

*Flashback Time*

Clavis was walking down the castle hallway carrying the daily reports from the servants when Gilbert slid out from behind a column. His appearance was so sudden, Clavis didn’t have an excuse to pretend to not notice him, so he hid everything behind his smile.

Clavis tells Gilbert that if he needs anything at all, he’d be delighted to direct him to Chevalier. Really, anything.

Gilbert complains that he’s bored, and Clavis tells him that Chevalier would be delighted to take care of the honored foreign guests.

Gilbert reminds him that he and Clavis are friends, so Clavis should want to take care of him. Reaching forward, he pats Clavis on the shoulder while smiling.

Once, long ago, Clavis had made a deal with Gilbert. Since then, the deal has been hanging like a leash and collar around his neck. Of course, if he had to, he would make the same deal with Gilbert again and again. Still, this entire situation is terrible, and he would rather foist Gilbert off onto Chevalier.

Gilbert whines that he’s still bored, so Clavis suggests he go for a walk in the rose garden. Gilbert pouts, he hates exercising. Clavis asks why he hasn’t gotten fat yet.

(Clavis asking the questions we readers wish we could)

Gilbert moves the conversation along, Clavis knows what Gilbert is getting at, right? There is something he needs that he can only get from Clavis. Warily, Clavis asks him what he wants.

Gilbert just wants to get along with Ms. Bunny.

Clavis’ heart stumbles in his chest, it never occurred to him that Gilbert would be focused so much on Emma. The World’s Calamity wasn’t joking, but he still couldn’t read his true intentions.

Well, Clavis isn’t the palace matchmaker. If Gilbert wants to get along with Emma, he’s talking to the wrong person.

Gilbert complains that Emma has been avoiding him, and Clavis laughs, noting that Emma must really dislike him. Gilbert nods in agreement, it’s a very sad situation, so sad that evil thoughts keep on popping up in his head, each one worse than the last.

Yeah, that was a threat.

Somehow Emma had attracted Gilbert’s attention, and as a gentleman, Clavis couldn’t ignore it. He himself had been concerned about Emma ever since she had come to the court. At first, he had thought that he had found a delightful new toy, but sometimes, he’s been thinking of her as more than just a toy.

Well, at the very least, he does want to shield her from the evil politics of the country.

Clavis surmises that Gilbert is asking him to be a mediator between him and Emma, which Gilbert is happy that he’s finally figured out.

Clavis wags his finger, he’s a gentleman, not a couple’s counselor. He is willing to create a chance for Gilbert and Emma to spend time together, but he will not force her to be with him. Gilbert laughs and agrees with his terms, he’s looking forward to the ‘opportunity’ Clavis will provide him.

When Gilbert leaves, Clavis checks to make sure he’s alone before finally dropping his smile. He wonders what he should do.

Suddenly, he hears a familiar voice approaching him. At the sound of two people’s footsteps, Clavis hides in the shadows, close enough that he can hear Emma ask Chevalier if she can visit his library again. Chevalier tells Emma she can do whatever she wants and doesn’t need permission from him.

This isn’t the first time Emma has been alone with Chevalier, to the point that people have been wondering if they’re in love. Watching them, an unpleasant feeling wells up inside Clavis as they both pass by without noticing him.

What a terrible feeling; it’s as if Chevalier has taken away his favorite toy. Perhaps because his feelings have nowhere to go, he crumples the reports still in his hands. He tries to smooth the creases, his eyes falling across the top paper. It’s a servant report about the cursed painting in the treasury vault.

Huh, maybe that would be a good idea. It would mean that he fails as a gentleman, but it would satisfy the itch he has to play with his toy.

In high-stress situations, people sometimes mix up their fear and love emotions. And this would count as providing an ‘opportunity’ for Gilbert, fulfilling his end no matter whom Emma chose.

Still, he never expected Emma to choose him.

After Emma had chosen him, he had made many mistakes during their time together. He had said things to try to incite fear, but if anything, Emma’s eyes had lit up with excitement and interest.

*Flashback End*

In the end, Clavis had even spoken about Chevalier’s family history, even though this was a time when Emma was listening to his every word. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot escape Chevalier’s shadow. At this rate, he can’t get Emma to stop looking at Chevalier and look at him instead.

Fine, he will make Emma afraid no matter what the cost.

In the end, he acted like there was a truth more terrifying than any ghost that they could encounter and saw that glimmer of fear he was looking for in Emma’s eyes.

How strange. This is what he wanted, right?

Ugh. He’s in danger of losing his reputation as a true gentleman if he scares Emma anymore. He backs down, assuring her that he was joking.

Emma breathes a sigh of relief, she’s happy that he didn’t go any further. She’d hate it if he made her never want to see him again. Teasing, Clavis asks if that means that she usually wants to see him.

Emma brushes him off but adds that she’s always with him, so it would be rough if she hated him. And she’s sure he would feel lonely too. But anyways, she’d be happy if he wouldn’t make such a mean joke again.

Oh.

Inadvertently, Clavis covers his mouth with his hand. Emma is so cute; it makes his heart pound like crazy. Thankfully Emma wasn’t looking at him, so she didn’t notice.

Oh no. It was Emma whose heart was supposed to be skipping beats, not him!

He tells Emma that he can’t quite say that he wasn’t planning anything. When Emma asks him what he means, he backs her against a nearby pillar and he grasps her hand, lifting it up.

Please, look at him instead of Chevalier . . .

If Emma could read his thoughts, she would laugh at him.

Clavis very gently kisses the tips of Emma’s fingertips and sees that her eyes are open wide. He asks if she finds this exciting at all. He turns her hand to kiss her wrist.

Emma shakes him off, asking him to stop. Clavis has to admit to himself, all that did was make his heart pound faster. He wants to protect her, he’s jealous . . . it’s all proof that he’s in love with her.

The most frightening thing right now is Emma.

The pain from the second headbutt of the night only solidified the memories in his mind.

Epilogue

After the test of courage, there were many twists and turns in his and Emma’s relationship, but in the end, they became engaged. Still, Clavis often thinks back to that summer, especially on the days when the servants organize the royal treasury.

Regardless of who belongs to the domestic or foreign factions, everyone who is familiar with art is tasked with the organization, which is why Clavis and Emma are directing the servants. After the organization is finished, Emma stays behind Clavis and becomes distracted by the painting from that summer.

The painting remains that of the woman loved by the Rose Knight, and even now her eyes are downcast with a calm expression. Back when he first saw the painting, Clavis had thought she looked sorrowful, and he knew that nothing should have changed that impression. Maybe it was just the angle of the light and the distance that he was looking at it that made it so different.

Or maybe there really was a ghost possessing the painting.

Clavis laughs at Emma, back then she had never been afraid of the painting, even though he had worked so hard to get the information on the scary, scary background.

Emma nods and explains that it's all due to him being there with her. Back then, she had felt so safe and secure with him that even if anything happened, she knew he would protect her. That’s why she had grown so frightened by that terrible joke he played right afterward.

Oh, wow. That’s news to him.

Clavis retroactively apologizes for behaving as less than a gentleman with her. However, afterward, she had become aware of him as a potential suitor, right? So, it wasn’t all bad.

When Clavis looks into Emma’s face at an easily kissable distance, she turns away and complains that he’s too close to her. Clavis reminds her that they’re engaged, so it’s fine. Emma complains that his expression was too serious, so of course she would get nervous.

Emma’s embarrassed face is the face she makes when she is in love. Clavis reminds Emma that he really is handsome, so please forgive this handsome gentleman in front of her. He kisses her on her cheek and is satisfied to see Emma’s ears go red and a smile creep up her face.

Her smile is gone when Clavis literally sweeps her off her feet. Clavis notes that the Rose Knight was known to carry the portrait of his wife with him into the battlefield. So, this is nothing more than him showing how in love with her he is and taking a leaf out of the famous Rose Knight’s book.

He thinks the portrait’s smile looks warm as they leave the treasury.

When they return to Clavis’ room, he notes that Emma was unexpectedly quiet during the trip. Could it be that she really enjoyed it? Maybe they should take an extra lap around the castle?

Emma almost cries, so many people saw them. Everyone was staring at them.

Clavis agrees, they were all envious of their perfect love. Emma tells him that no matter what spin he puts on it, everyone looked dumbfounded. Clavis disagrees, it was definitely envy.

In the end, it doesn’t matter to Clavis what other people feel about them, what matters is that Emma is aware of him in a romantic sense. Even now, all Clavis wants is to make Emma fall deeper in love with him. Nothing has changed since that test of courage so long ago.

Clavis kisses Emma, who covers her face with both of her hands.

Oh, but it had been a special treat when they had passed by Chevalier. He doubts Emma had even noticed the other man.

Back then, Clavis had been more afraid of Emma’s affection being taken away by Chevalier than any ghost. In hindsight, he had been so childish.

Emma’s hands drop from her face, her cheeks glowing red. Clavis’ heart throbs at her expression, and he tells Emma that he never got around to apologizing for that joke he played during the test of courage. Emma is pretty sure he already has.

With no hands to block him, Clavis begins to peck kisses on Emma’s lips. Her mouth opens, and their tongues entwine, the room getting warmer and warmer. With the heat of the summer night added in, Clavis’ sense of reason is rapidly evaporating.

Or maybe it is long gone already.

Panting hotly, Emma removes her clothes, exposing her skin to the night air. Fascinated, Clavis traces his mouth down her neck, to her clavicle, down to her chest. He needs to apologize for that night, after all.

Emma asks Clavis if he ever knew how afraid she’s been since that night. She was afraid that she would fall so much in love with Clavis that she wouldn’t be able to live without him.

Clavis tells Emma that he was originally planning on apologizing, but now he would like to withdraw that apology.

He wants to scare her even more.

Just like he already is.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch

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sabineelectricheart · 2 years ago

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Jamie's Perfect Date, by Baxter Ward

Summary: For his date with Jamie, Baxter spares no effort or expense. She is very appreciative.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 2200

Notes: My college was full of stray cats. The professors loathed them, but they were so amicable, so cute!

Today simply has to be flawless. Baxter will not accept any less, not when it comes to Jamie.

Of course, he holds himself to high standards in all things, but the thought of providing anything less than perfection for she is one that pains him to even consider. Especially now that he had finally gotten the courage or, rather, found the right and proper time to ask her to spend the day with him.

She approaches him at the university quad on her way out of class not long after noon that day. Her pace slows down as she eyes him before he has noticed her, he is sitting a few meters away on a wood bench, tapping his feet and resisting the urge to check his phone for the time again.

Since he could not miss his morning classes again, thanks to a habit of sleeping much too late for his own good, Baxter had also just gotten out of a lecture hall and did not have the time to go home and change, being noticeably dressed in a more casual ensemble of jeans and a t-shirt. Without his usual elegant set of button-downs and designer shoes, she can appreciate the way constant training and a dancing background have toned his slender frame.

Appreciate it, Jamie most certainly does. Though he soon, much too soon, turns to face her, and her eyes dart back up from a rather ignoble place to meet his instead.

"You're as radiant as ever, I see.” He says with a warm smile.

He offers her an arm and she takes it, replying with a grin, "You've already got me for the day, Baxter. There's no need for flattery."

"Flattery implies a measure of falsehood.” He says with confidence, leading her towards the parking lot. "I could never bring myself to lie to one so lovely."

She would have offered to just walk into town, as she often did when she was alone, but it is rather far from campus. The weather was also warm enough to break a sweat under the midspring sun, and the vehicle proves to be a convenient place for her to leave her heavy bookbag, so she raises no objections as he opens her door for her and whisks them away in the traffic.

As they arrive at the town centre and their time together proceeds, Jamie cannot help but feel that, some way, somehow, Baxter has a kind of psychic insight into her personal preferences. Everywhere she turns, whatever her heart could desire is immediately available and set before her with hardly any negotiation at play. At the first flower stall they find, he takes a moment to exchange words with the owner while she admires the sprawling array of colourful blooms and, by the time he returns, he is holding a woven crown of delicate little white flowers.

With an admiring smile, he carefully places it on her head, a hand trailing down a lock of her hair as he pulls away to observe her. With a shy grin, she performs an exaggerated curtsy, prompting the young man with the dark grey hair to laugh fondly and take her by the hand.

He twirls she slowly under his arm, watching she all the while, then says, "They suit you every bit as wonderfully as I'd thought."

"They're my favourites.” She replies.

"I know! Erm, that is, I know of a superb bakery down the block this way.” He seems a bit red in the face, but she chalks that up to nerves.

Baxter is not wrong, though. This bakery is something else. The selection and quality of ingredients is on an entirely new level compared to the grub a poor student like Jamie has had to get used to, and she finds herself overwhelmed even reading down the list of items posted to the wall. By her third pass over the full range of options, the words are starting to dance in her eyes.

A warm touch at her arm shakes her focus, though. The young man leans close to be heard over the rapidly growing crowd at the bakery's counter.

"Might I make a recommendation?" She nods, and he goes on, "I happen to have it on good authority that there's an item not included on this menu that you may like. It incorporates three different treatments of Equatorian cocoa, if that is of any interest to you."

Her eyes light up and she can practically feel the rich sweetness across her tongue already.

"That sounds incredible.” She replies, enraptured by the very thought.

When she starts to ask how he had heard of such a thing, he has already turned to speak to the worker taking orders, and her words drown among the crowd of customers. The speed at which he acquires this mythical pastry only fills her mind with more questions.

How did he manage to purchase an off-menu item so quickly? Would the cost of something requiring those many luxurious imported ingredients not be astronomical?

Baxter returns to her side and guides her out of the crowded shop, and the sight of the delectable chocolatey treat in his hands dashes all other thoughts from her mind. He hands it to her wrapped in a black handkerchief, probably one of his, and she cannot help but immediately plunge in for a bite.

She wears an expression of pure bliss as her mouth fills with sweet, savoury chocolate. "Oh, Baxter, it's so good!"

When Jamie glances up at him, he is watching her with a strangely heavy expression. Once more, his fair complexion is painted a light red. She tilts her head curiously, and he seems to resurface from whatever thoughts had taken him for the moment.

"Here, you should try some.” She breaks off a piece and hold it up to him.

"Are… Are you quite certain? I had intended for you to enjoy it to your heart's content.” He stammers out, evidently still a bit flushed.

The college girl nods. "I want you to get to have some too. Please?"

She hates to resort to puppy eyes with him, but it is hard to argue against the results. He leans forward and accepts the piece of pastry from her hand. She does not shy away from him in the slightest, and so a brief brush of his lower lip along the tip of her finger simply cannot be avoided. He does his best to move past this without acknowledgement, and the two enjoy their treat together as they take in the leisurely bustle of the town around them.

The day continues in kind, with Baxter apparently having painstakingly arranged every element of this date from start to finish. At a local seller of antiques and luxury goods, he secures permission to view and explore rare and dazzling paintings from around the world. Here, he is rather uncharacteristically reserved. Wandering the storage area like their own personal art museum, he watches her with evident warmth as she exclaims at the rich and varied pigments, the innovative expressions of human form, and so on.

After this, he brings Jamie to a family-owned restaurant at the far end of town, where he has reserved the second floor exclusively for them two to enjoy a quiet, intimate meal together. By this point, she has finally gotten around to considering just how much money must have gone into this singular date.

"Baxter.” She says cautiously. "Are you sure it's okay to go through all of this and spend so much just for…?"

He raises a hand to cut she off, then replies, "I assure you that it is.”

The profligate young man takes her hand in his, holding it warmly from across their private table. It is so soft and warm that she has difficulty keeping her mind in what they should be discussing.

He smiles warmly. "Wealth has no value that we ourselves do not assign to it, and I have chosen to spend it on your pleasure. I can think of no greater use for a stack of dollar bills."

The rest of the early evening is filled with pleasant chat and the occasional subtle sweet-talk. As they discuss everything they have seen and experienced that day, the young man engages his date with surprisingly astute comments and observations. He is always at his best when he feels permitted to simply talk with her, as one person to another, free of the pressures and expectations that he shoulders without a thought.

The sun is steadily lowering behind the hills and buildings of the surrounding town by the time they make their way back to the car together.

As they walk hand in hand watching, he clears his throat abruptly and says, "If I may steal you away for just a little while longer, there was... Actually, there is someone I thought you might like to meet."

"Oh? What an honour.” She says with a smile. "Do I get any hints?"

He gives a good-natured chuckle and responds, "Only that I think you'll get along splendidly."

As Baxter pulls over back at the campus, Jamie notes that they are quite a few ways off either her dorm of his apartment. They are right in front of the Psychology lecture hall, on the back, and she can hear the small bustle of students leaving on the other side for the day.

"Eloise?" He calls out in a gentle voice. "Eloise, come say hello, Ellie? Come now, don't tell me you've chosen tonight to become bashful..."

At his call, a svelte black cat with delicate little white paws comes trotting out to meet she. Her heart positively aches and melts at the sight of it eagerly approaching Baxter with clear comfort and familiarity.

"Baxter, you... Have a cat?" She says with obvious disbelief.

"She's one of the school’s strays, to be perfectly honest.” He explains. "She appeared to me a few months ago, hungry and flea-ridden. I took her to the vet and gave her food, but my apartment block does not allow for pets, so I keep her here. Eventually, she grew a bit fond of me."

Fond seems an understatement. The cat very clearly adores him. With a chorus of happy little mews, it circles his legs and rubs against him until he crouches down to offer it his hand.

As he does, a shred of paper flutters from his pocket onto the ground. Eloise targets it like a seasoned warrior and pounces at it with gusto. With a laugh, she kneels down to retrieve whatever this paper she's captured might be.

"Now Eloise, none of that! You must behave genteel-like with guests."

As he firmly lectures the cat, Jamie glances at the paper in her hand. Nearly every inch of it is covered in an elegant, curling script that she imagines must belong to Baxter. It looks like a list of some kind. As her eyes scan down the page, she begins to recognize a pattern. Her favourite flowers, favourite desserts, favourite types of books and places around town. Plus, to the side, the word "cats?" underlined several times.

For a moment, she simply covers her mouth to hold in a snort of laughter. Then, she come to kneel beside her silly date as he is failing to convince his pet to stop swatting at his hair.

"So, you've been taking very thorough notes lately." She says, nudging his arm playfully.

He turns to face she with an immediate look of panic. Dark eyes widen and glance down to the paper in her hand, then back to her.

He visibly deflates and says, "Goodness, you must find me such a fool-"

Jamie presses her lips firmly to his before he can say another word. With a soft noise of surprise, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into her kiss. His lips are wonderfully soft, and the subtle scent of his cologne surrounds her senses as she tilts her head to seal her lips to his more firmly. She is not certain how long they remain like this, only the dull ache of kneeling on the dirt and the incessant sound of Eloise bopping its paw against the paper in her hand bring her back to her surroundings.

When she parts from him, she brushes aside the silky curtain of his curiously-coloured hair to run her hand along his face, and says, "I had a wonderful time today, Baxter, and it means the world to me that you put so much thought into this. But next time, you don't have to study so hard, okay?"

For a moment, he seems speechless. Then, he gives a shy chuckle. "You have bested me yet again, it would seem. How can I ever hope to become a man worthy of you when you are ever more lovely with each passing day?"

Eloise gives an insistent chirp and rubs once more against his leg, evidently tired of distractions from the attention it feels it is owed. Her smile widens, and she scratches its ear fondly.

"I think there's at least two of us who like you just as you are, Baxter."

*_*_*_*_*

Our Life Masterlist

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #baxter ward

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irresistiibles · 2 years ago

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was that amita suman? oh no no, that was just inej ghafa, a canon character from the grishaverse. they are twenty three years old, use she/her, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

i think it’s only been a few weeks but inej is a fast learner and doesn’t want to look like she’s behind the curve or an easy target so if anyone asks she’d say it’s been nearly 8 months and she’s been settled for a while

what is your character’s job

uhhh lemmie get back to you on that i cannot imagine she’d be doing some normal chill job if she knew kaz was here so i will edit this when i figure it out!

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

okay after season 1 of the show for now? i own the first book and season 2 comes out in like two days so we’ll see how long this lasts take it was a grain of salt tbh i’m figuring it out and this could change as i plot/consume more of the media

has any magic affected your character

nope!

any other info!

so! i have only watched the first season of the show so far but i have the first book and will be hopping on it! i know they’re pretty different but i’ve already looked some background stuff up for the sake of knowing the character so def don’t feel like you need to worry about spoilers or anything if we’re plotting please inform me! some standard inej info now! it is just some general vibes because this was an impulse take after i watched the show in two days and lost my mind but though i am figuring her out i am very excited to write her!

she grew up as a traveling performer with her family doing acrobatics

as a teenager she was captured and sold to a pleasure house known as the menagerie and was stuck there until kaz bought her contract. after that she joined his gang as a spy for them

she’s skeptical of people but not rude. if anything i would say that despite her life and circumstances she’s relatively friendly. she’s reserved but she wants to trust and wants people to be good and can be a very good friend if she decides that you’re someone trustworthy

stubborn and sticks to her beliefs! good luck trying to change her mind it’s not gonna happen especially when it comes to her morals and her beliefs!! is not here to just follow what everyone’s saying and i love that for her

she is reserved though. she’s not the sort to naturally talk to strangers and she’s certainly not chatty. she typically learns from watching people rather than conversation, and clearly it works because she’s gotten

very stealthy and can move without really making any noise at all. has a tendency to accidentally sneak up on people

always has several knives on her and will stab people if necessary. she tries to have her limitations, but she is very protective and will do what she has to do to keep the people she cares about alive and then will feel bad about it after

is frustrated to be here when there are things she considers to be important back home but also has some peace in being far far away from the menagerie

#hw: intro #there is a chance i start the book by tomorrow #just cause i need more of the crows #( intro && inej )

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flxlflx · 2 years ago

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No, Artificial Intelligence Will Not Take Your Job In The Near Future (But It Might Change Your Career)

For decades, Artificial Intelligence (AI) has been and continues to be a hot topic in the tech industry. We have seen many demonstrations by now, with machines learning and beating humans at games like checkers, chess and recently even poker. There are charities that use AI for the purpose of detecting diseases that human doctors fail to recognize. All of these examples and more are impressive demonstrations of the potential power of artificial intelligence.

AI systems can learn from their mistakes, but they can’t do it as efficiently as humans do.

One of the biggest fears around AI is that it will take away jobs. But, in fact, AI systems are good at some tasks and bad at others. And the tasks where they’re good, they’re very good — but not so much that you need to worry about your job being automated away. AI systems can learn from their mistakes, but they can’t do it as efficiently as humans do (yet). For example, if AI were to learn how to play chess by playing against itself, it would be slow going — and it would make lots of mistakes along the way. In contrast, if a human player were to play against itself, they might learn something new about chess right away — for example, maybe they discover a new move or tactic that no one else has ever used before. This isn’t just true for chess — it’s true for everything else too. When AI systems try something new, they often fail spectacularly. But when humans try something new, they often succeed spectacularly too!

Humans still greatly outperform machines on creativity and abstract thinking

While some argue that AI will replace many jobs and lead to mass unemployment, others believe that it could actually create more jobs than it destroys. However, there is one thing that both sides agree on: AI won’t take your job in the near future. The reason for this is simple: humans still greatly outperform machines on creativity and abstract thinking tasks. For example, a human can design a unique solution to a problem whereas a machine cannot. So even though an AI may be able to perform better than a human in certain tasks, it can never fully replace them because of their unique abilities.

AI is a tool to enhance you, not to replace you

The future of AI is one of symbiosis. The more data we share, the smarter the AI becomes. AI is a tool that augments and enhances human performance. A human can never be replaced by an AI. It’s simply impossible because humans are not just machines with a brain but also have emotions, feelings and compassion. In the short term, AI will most certainly change the way many industries operate by automating repetitive tasks and making processes more efficient. But in the long term, it will help us to solve some of our most pressing problems such as climate change, overpopulation and scarcity of resources.

Conclusion:

Some 50 years ago, people were worried about automation taking their jobs. There was even a story with the headline “Automation Finds Its Way into Smaller Firms.” The article predicted that “the trend toward using machines to do much of the work of office employees will be accelerated in the next decade.” But it hasn’t turned out that way. As studies have shown, since 1980s, productivity has increased while employment has stayed flat — even as technology has advanced at a breakneck pace.

#ai #artificial intelligence #technology #tech

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough

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sugarylawliet · 4 years ago

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In Death Note, you know the part where the L placed spy cams everywhere within Yagami’s house?

What if Light and his girlfriend start doing the deeds to look like normal hormones teens?

YES OMG i’ve actually thought of this before so i’m so glad someone requested it LMFAO

> warnings: swearing, smut, degradation, sir kink, kind of exhibition??

Light tossed his backpack onto his bed, loosening his red tie before collapsing onto the bed himself, letting his exhaustion express itself in the most natural way he thought possible. It’s hard to act natural when you’re being watched; you almost forget every aspect of your daily routine, putting excessive thought into typically mindless tasks like walking around your house or laying on your bed to the point of obviousness.

“Light, wanna play video games?” Ryuk asked, standing before the boy.

Light fell back onto his bed, placing his hands behind his shoulders with a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the performance he’d have to put on. How could he ignore Ryuk without giving off reactions to the shinigami’s words, tilts of the head or instinctive hums of agreement that could incriminate himself in a matter of seconds.

“You listening? Hello?”

Light only ignored him, grabbing a long beige coat from the closet before heading outside, Ryuk following close behind.

“Hey, Light, what’s with the brushing off? I’m starting to get annoyed.”

He popped his collar and rolled up his sleeves, checking meticulously for any bits of wire or chips of plastic that could be audio bugging him.

“Light! Hey!” Ryuk wined.

“There might be secret hidden cameras around the house,” The brunette broke the silence, his voice in a slightly raspy lowered tone, almost a whisper, “Or microphones, probably both.” He explained, going on to detail his clever methods of finding out if someone had been in his room- or if someone had opened his door, at least.

“Let’s go on a camera hunt! You got a plan after that?” Ryuk asks.

“Simple, make it seem like I have no idea the cameras are even there, and that I’m just a normal teenager. I’ll probably need some excuse for why I have that paper and lead in my door, they’ll want to know why I don’t want anyone in my room, what I’m hiding, and if the footage reveals I’m hiding absolutely nothing, that’ll look even more suspicious. Every teenager has secrets.”

“So what’ll you do?”

“You’ll see.”

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“This feels objectifying, Yagami.”

You walk down the street leading to your boyfriend’s house, accompanied by the man himself as he explains his, quite frankly, pervy plan.

“Objectifying? We have sex all the time, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but nobody plans out when they’re gonna fuck. It’s just weird.”

“Hey,” Light stops walking, facing towards you as he gently lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger. The feeling made you melt, and he knew that very well. The way Light held your face and looked at you like you were the only thing on earth felt exhilarating, he could tell you anything in that position and you’d believe it. And that’s just what he does, constantly. “This is not an option, this isn’t personal business. This is about Kira. This is going to throw suspicion off me, okay? Do it. For me.”

You sighed deeply. He had you the moment he held your chin like that. “And there won’t be any explicit footage of us? There won’t be a camera like, right there?”

“I don’t know where all the cameras are, but there aren’t many like that in my room at all, we’ll be safe.” He lied, a practice that came so easily to him he no longer viewed it as morally wrong. It was just something he did, like going to school and eating dinner or doing homework, he also lied.

“Okay.” You agreed with a smile, prompting him to release his grasp on you and continue the walk home.

“I didn’t realize he went through such great lengths...might there be something in his room that he doesn’t want anyone to see?” Soichiro Yagami remarked, watching Light fiddle with the thin strip of paper in the doorway and the piece of lead in the hinges as you stood patiently behind him.

“Well, considering he’s 17, it isn’t all that unusual. I’ve done it myself, for no reason at all.” L responds, “I am a bit curious, though, as to what he’s hiding so admently.”

You enter Light’s bedroom with him, shutting the door behind you as you watch him toss his bag down besides his bed.

“Y/N, are you scared of me?” He turns to face you.

“Hm? Why would I be.”

“L, the best detective in the world, thinks I’m Kira when I’m not.”

Oh, Light.

“He makes me out to be some kind of monster,” He continues, “I’m worried you’ll start to believe him.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Huh?”

Before you could register his comment, Light lunges for you, tossing you onto his bed before tickling your stomach and sides.

‘L-Light! St-stop! Please!” You cried between giggles.

“Make me.”

Understanding, you connect your lips to his, causing his hands to rub up and down where he previously tickled you. You moaned into the kiss as Light pushed harder into it, his desperation showing. You wished he would take his time, but you knew the real reason you were here. His hands slid down to your lower half, pushing his hand inside your pants and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasped, hand reaching up to grab his wrist reflexively. He let out a chuckle.

Impatiently, he stood up straight, unbuttoning your pants before slipping them completely off along with your panties, leaving you in only your t-shirt on his bed.

“I figured,” L sighed, “You can close your eyes if you’d like, Yagami-san, but I’m afraid I need you here for legal purposes.”

Light crouched down onto the floor, lifting your legs to lay bent on his shoulders. Teasingly, he licked a line down your slit, earning a gasp from you. He straightened himself out again, moving towards your face. “L is watching,” He whispered, his hot breath on your ear, “Put on a show.” He smirked.

Watching? Had Light lied?

Light lowered himself back down to push his tongue inside you. His tongue wriggled around, exploring your walls with lust.

“Oh, Light” You moaned, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You knew L, you knew the whole task force for that matter. Your face flushed with embarrassment imagining any of them reviewing this footage and hearing your moans. Hell, Light’s dad worked with L, he could be watching for all you knew.

You jolted at the sudden sting of Light smacking your thigh with an open palm. “Don’t hold back, angel, and don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear all your pretty moans.” He said, removing himself from your core before pressing his lips almost to your ear again, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I want L to see how good I make you feel. Got it?”

You faintly nodded before he returned to your heat, dipping his tongue inside once again while his thumb felt your clit, rubbing it in circles. You knot your fingers through his brown hair, bringing his face closer to your pussy with a moan. He sped up his actions, practically abusing your clit while his tongue hit your g-spot, curling sightly upwords inside of you.

“Fuck, Light, I can’t, I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulled away, leaving you edged and wanting more. You pouted, sticking your lip out with a whine. Light, having none of it, roughly raked his hand through your hair, forcing you up close to his face by your scalp. “You listen to me.” He growled, the heat of his breath warming your face, “No whining, and no disobeying. Got that?” He yanked your hair with the last syllable for emphasis. You let out a weak “Mhm.”

He shoved you to the bed chest-first by your hair, never letting his fingers leave your locks.

“Ass up.” He commanded, you obliged slowly, legs feeling a bit sore from him eating you out.

Hastily he unbuckled his belt before folding it in half, smacking your ass with it leaving a slight red mark. “When I tell you to do something, you do it quickly.”

“Yes Light.”

You yelped as he smacked you again with the belt in the same place, the stinging leaving your ass feel like it was burning.

“Yes who?” He asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” He pushed his khakis fully down before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing his head up and down your slit teasingly.

“Sir please...” You begged.

“Please what? Say it.”

“Please, please fuck me sir. I want your cock, please.”

“Well, only since you asked so nicely.” Light slid himself into you with a groan. Slowly, he rocked himself into you.

“F-faster, please sir. Faster.” You moaned, gripping onto the sheets.

Light obliged right away, almost as if he was waiting for you to ask for it. He quicked his speed, pounding into you mercilessly. He licked his lips, relishing in the loud slew of moans and curses spilling from your mouth as he fucked you.

“Look at you, you fucking slut. Begging for me to go faster. You’re so goddamn desperate for my cock, you dirty whore.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, though degrading, the fact that Light liked you at all made you feel worth something. Light Yagami, Kira, the god of the new world, liked you. Though you’d never admit it to the stubborn boy, he could say almost anything to you, about you, and you’d still love him.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He knotted his fingers back into your hair for stability as he thrusted into you even faster, burying himself deep into you.

“Oh my god, fuck, Light- sir, it’s so good.” You cried, feeling your orgasm creeping up once again. “I’m gonna...”

“Do it, come for me angel.” He encouraged, bringing his free hand up to play with your clit. The stimulation sent you over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck you feel so good.” You came loudly, only a little before Light did as well.

L watched Light collapsed beside you on the bed, only the sound of your breathless pants escaping the monitor. “Uh, they’re done, Yagami-san. You can...open your eyes again. Honestly, this security footage may be useless now, at the very least we cannot bring it to court, considering your son and his girlfriend are both 17. Perhaps this was his plan along.”

“You’re saying this makes you more sure he’s Kira?!” Soichiro raised his voice.

“Well, it definitely raises my suspicions.”

Light finally stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans. Before you could pull your bottoms back up, he picked up your panties from the floor, playfully spinning them around his index finger. “You won’t be missing these, will you?” He asks sarcastically, tossing them into the drawer in his bedside table.

“Ah, so that’s what he’s hiding. A valid excuse to not want family in your room but... unexpected, to say the least.” L remarked, still somehow watching the cameras.

#i feel like im bad at writing smut bye #consider this a present for light’s bday #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami x reader #death note #death note x reader #death note smut #L lawliet #light yagami

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sexy-opium-ravioli · 3 years ago

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Dating Marceline HC's

-Hey babes!! These dating HC's have NSFW under the cut, so be warned!!! Hope y'all enjoy :)

Dynamics:

Marceline... She has trust issues.

In any universe where she takes a romantic interest in you, she and Bonnibel didn't really work out.

And for a pair that's curated their relationship over the span of decades, perhaps even centuries? Well, that's some leftover hurt.

So you might come into the picture long after that. For any timeframe, Finn might be in his late forties? Jake, however stretchy, still had the lifespan of an average dog. Had.

Marceline doesn't really believe in rebounds and for awhile after the relationship with Bonnie ended, she flew solo for awhile.

Until she stumbled upon you.

At first, things are real cautious on both sides.

Who?? Is this weird goth lady that literally never touches sunlight?

And on her end she just thinks you're a beam of sunlight, so. There's kind of an oil-water reaction happening.

Slowly, however, over a span of years, things bleed together.

You guys hang out in the vast reaches of Ooo every so often, maybe hang out at each other's house later on.

Marceline learns your interests and hobbies. You learn her love for red, singing and playing the bass.

Eventually, you guys have sleepovers and giggle under forts. She introduces you into her group of friends, Finn, Jake, Peppermint Butler. The sleepovers, of course, grow in size.

Eventually, she invites you to one of her concerts. Usually they're mid sized venues at the cemetery with pretty good turn outs, she's had centuries to build a reputation, after all.

You've never went because she treated it like an intimate thing to behold, and although she performed for others, she never did for you.

Until she gave you free tickets.

That was the main turning point in your guy's relationship. After it started, Marceline still held a lot of that caution.

But she'd give you little smiles, or float over to where you were and interlock her fingers with yours and nuzzle her head in your neck.

Marceline, no matter how moody or boisterous she seems to outsiders, is someone who is kind of reserved behind closed doors. Eventually, she opens them for you.

Remember to be patient with her. Even though she's hundreds of years old, really a millennia, she still has the brain chemistry of an older teenager. Sometimes her emotional processing isn't the best, so it's important to walk her through things patiently.

She loves you dearly. She'll give you small hints of her perception- your favorite type of drink that's stocked up, moss on the porch that you said needed cleaning is already gone when you get home. Things like that.

Romance:

Marceline, the Vampire Queen, does in fact like making out with you. It's one of her favorite things like, ever. Ever ever.

It's just very calming for her, knowing that the person she loves is in her arms. And even though her insecurities might tell her that they'll leave eventually, she finds that in the moment, she has them now.

It was your guy's three year anniversary. Not even a speck of time to Marceline, but she knew that tonight would feel special anyways, because it was you she was celebrating, as you celebrated her.

So, she spruced the house up. Sent you away for a couple of days (who was she kidding. She didn't even try for a cover story, she just sent you to the treehouse for nearly a week), and employed the help of some friends to freshen things up.

Repaint the walls, fix some furniture, help out the porch, put up string lights. Things like that. She even put up pictures of the both of you on her wall, all thanks to BMO.

When it was time for you to finally come home, it was like looking at a house that was just built a thousand years ago. It held an ancient air to it, but it felt young at the same time. Like Marceline.

You stepped in the door, and there she was. Your love, with a feast for a dinner in the middle of the dining room. She looked lovely, her hair up in a bun and her eyes adorned with eyeliner. Not too much changed, but just enough to be formal.

You two sat, and ate, and talked together. Grocery shopping plans mixed in with 'Glob, I love you so much,'s and handholding.

Eventually, Marceline has a look in her eye. A twinkle that says she's up to no good, but you'll like her antics anyways.

She walks over to you. She kisses you, and with all the sparkle in her eyes, she bends down on one knee and holds out a simple wedding band from her pocket.

Of course you say yes.

(And then she starts making out with you).

NSFW:

Not surprisingly, Marceline has had a lot of time to herself to explore her anatomy and the anatomy of her partners. And even though every partner is unique when it comes to their sex preferences, still still notices things across the board that help.

It seems like with a flick of her fingers she can get you to cum, it doesn't take very long.

But where's the rush? Where's the fun?

What I'm trying to say is that this woman is into edging and orgasm denial and you will have to fight me on this-

She just loves taking her time with you. Getting you riled up for hours before giving you what you desire.

You also cannot tell me that she likes giving you bites. Especially on the neck, shoulders, wrists and chest.

What does she prefer? Well, considering how little control she's had in her life, she might like some in the bedroom. She likes telling you what to do, when to do it, and I feel like she genuinely prefers anyone who's obedient. She craves for things to run smoothly.

Sometimes, she does step down for you to give her hours of pleasure. These are rare occasions, but still very memorable.

She's very playful and kind of sarcastic in bed, but she's also extremely sweet when the moment calls for it. Marceline can make you cry with words.

👏DO👏NOT👏TELL👏ME👏 that during aftercare she doesn't sing in your ear while she's cleaning you up or feeding you chocolate covered strawberries. Don't tell me. I will not listen nor will I perceive.

All in all, Marceline is an extremely complex but rewarding lover who deserves the world.

#marceline #marceline the vampire queen #marceline x reader #marceline the vampire queen x reader #adventure time #headcanons #adventure time headcanons #blondie's adventure time series

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ursie · 2 years ago

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Do you have any headcanons for Nico, Drew and Rachel friendship?

I think they’re besties!! A trio™️

Nico takes Drew to the mall of America for shopping days

Rachel and Drew painted together b4 Nico joined them

Drew is mean but that’s ok because Rachel and Nico are petty too :3

Camp mean girls. As a treat

Nico and Drew give each other fashion/grooming tips.

Drew is better at overall technique with makeup but Nico can do better high precision stuff (like nail art or complicated eye shadow)..as long as it’s on someone else lol

They just vibe a lot in Rachel’s space -it’s good for Drew to not have to perform for a bit and it gets Nico away from crowds..like honestly it’s just good for them to decompress

Rachel and Nico are both the type to get into random projects and drop them as soon as a. They’re bored/it gets hard (Rachel) or they figure it out/complete it (Nico)..they drag each other and Drew into all their projects. It’s ok though because Drew drags them into her schemes. Rachel wants to start a band, Drew wants a business empire, Nico just wants them to accompany him into that dark & suspicious tunnel making weird noises..friendship :)

Drew and Rachel bond over rich kid issues™️ like parents making you do all sorts of classes instead of talking to you. Nico would join them but he actually bullies Hades into the classes and talking to him. He does not relate. He thinks violin practice is cool. He misses tap. He is alas. A nerd

Drew is a secret nerd and really into mythomagic and stuff. Once she joins their campaign and starts like embracing it once she gets no one at camp a. Cares, or b. Is gonna belittle her or her interests or c. Is gonna be weird about her being a girl w these interests

What I’m saying is Drew gets really into cosplay.

Drew woman in stem. She helps run Nicos gaming channel and mods the chat ect. She’s really popular on a sep channel but Nico is sensitive and she’s not. On his chat she bullies back :3

They get up to sitcom shenanigans the second the main characters™️ look away which really complicated when Nico tripped and accidentally became a main character. He’s not happy about it either

What I’m saying is Drew is actively trying to be a main character ™️ in life, Rachel is content with being an minor one but life keeps making her a plot device and Nico is trying so hard not to be a main character but everyone is dumb and he has things to do and that my friends is the comedy of their trio

You’ve heard of daddy issues? They’ve got em. Mommy issues? In spades. Sister issues?? Somehow they’ve managed it. Percy issues? Yeah. They’ve got all the issues. they bitch about them a lot

Oh you know they have sleepovers all the time

Drew had a goth phase and is still a step away from being w girl and Rachel is just too rich to be grunge but she’s close but either way they get Nico, his cabin, his style. They think the skulls are cute. Drew just wishes he’d update from scene kid to e boy

They play hot potato with their brain cells when they’re together. Usually Nico has some but alas his brain cells cannot stand against the fact that it doesn’t matter if he knows better. He wants to see what would happen. Regrettably that leaves Drew to be the voice of reason. Even more regrettably she has no reason. They’re idiots together

Drew and Will are exes just because I think it’s funny and yknow Will has a type. Will is internally panicked the entire time Nico & Drew hang out.

Drew works w Will at the infirmary-she’s very good at getting people to relax and listen ect.

Nico “works” at the infirmary he just dropped by to gossip but ends up sorting and cleaning and writing stuff down ect. No official position but he always hustles yknow always has busy hands.

Rachel does not but she is a gossip and snoop so yeah they gossip five feet from Will every other day on one hand he finds it endearing on the other it drives him insane

Nico gives them 1 on 1 training a lot and it’s def starting to show. They give him lessons too (makeup/hair, art, ect..mostly gossip in the end it’s always them gossiping)

Anyway a trio

#nico time..#nico di angelo #drew tanaka #rachel elizabeth dare #asks #pjo #i babble

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aminiatureworld · 4 years ago

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Return to Me

Characters: Albedo, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 4,538

Warnings: Violence, Minor villain death

Premise: What is it like when the one you most adore becomes a stranger? And how’re you supposed to pick up the pieces?

In which the reader loses their memory.

Author’s Note: Just a note that this is not how actual amnesia works, and if you’re experiencing memory loss please contact your doctor.

That being said the amnesia is really good for angst and pining so how could I resist? It’s one of those guilty pleasure tropes I like to read and think of so I hope I did it justice.

Albedo

Albedo loved two things in this world, alchemy and you. They were what kept him centered, what kept him sharp and curious and full of life. So how could it be that one of those things should cause him such great unhappiness, and that said unhappiness should be the other’s suffering?

It had been a dangerous experiment, from the beginning Albedo was well aware of that. Testing whether or not elemental energy contained traces of elements via water could yield incredibly useful results about magic’s interaction with the ordinary world. But it could also backfire massively. Noxious gases, explosions, anything was possible.

But he’d thought he was prepared. After all you two had hiked all the way to the edges of Windrise specifically so no one would be around, and Albedo had even put up a barrier with the express intention of keeping anyone from getting hurt. It should’ve been fine, everything should’ve been fine, and yet when the Electro Slime condensate hit the water and the explosion knocked you both off your feet, slamming into the ground three meters from where you’d originated, he could only wonder how things had gone so wrong.

Picking himself up after a few agonizing seconds, every bone and muscle in his body stiff and aching from the sudden impact, Albedo crawled over to where you lay. To his horror you appeared to have hit a rock, and your head was bleeding slightly. Cupping your face in his hands the alchemist rasped out your name. The relief he felt when you opened your eyes was only momentary, replaced by shock and a sense of utter emptiness when you made out a groggy: “Who are you?”

Electro slime elements appear to contain no small amount of Chlorine, which, combined with only the hydrogen as a result of the electricity splitting the water molecules apart, caused an explosion. Although normally Albedo might’ve been thrilled by the discovery of an element only found mixed in the natural world, now he could only look upon that experiment with a raw sort of hatred that he hadn’t known he’d possessed. The ice around the alchemist’s heart had been burned away, and now all that remained was a burnt and shriveled up little thing, determined to make up for the lack of emotions by throwing its owner into the pits of despair.

Albedo spent all his time at first in the hospital and then in the apartment you two shared. You’d made an offhanded remark about how empty it looked, and Albedo had smiled awkwardly, not having the heart to tell you he could barely look at a piece of science equipment without a deep sense of loss. The doctors had said the effects should fade with time, but Albedo knew that there had been magic in the air, and a sick, twisted part of himself jeered that he was holding onto false hope.

It didn’t help that Albedo had been absolutely unprepared for the reality in which you couldn’t remember a thing about him, or your relationship. Never again would you rush up to him as you had before, excitement in your eyes and questions in your head. Memories of gathering crystal flies in the sunset and staying up all night, notes on old ruins swapped with sweet kisses and phrases that meant nothing at all, the beach where Albedo had sketched you for the first time and you had given him your first gift, all that was nothing to you, the stories of a stranger told by another.

“The first gift you gave me was a flower preserved in a solution of Cryo.” You said, words awkward and unsure in your mouth. Albedo knew that you weren’t really remembering it.

“That’s right,” he replied, voice light and calm, trying desperately to keep the despair from showing on his face. “It was a Cecilia. You said that it looked as if it was made of snow.”

“It sounds beautiful,” you replied, speaking more to yourself than to him, “I wish I could remember it.”

“You will someday, I’m sure of it.” He smiled, but the movement felt like too much effort to keep up and soon his face collapsed once more into an expression of melancholy. As if noticing this you smiled slightly in turn.

“Does it still exist?”

“Yes,” Albedo gazed out the window that faced you two. Beyond the buildings, only a few streets away lay his laboratory, locked away and gathering dust, “it does, but I cannot get it right now.”

“Oh,” you seemed at a loss for words, glancing down towards your hands, “that’s alright. I’d rather remember it on my own anyways.”

Albedo said nothing to this. Moving to place his hand on yours he paused. He was a stranger to you. This little act of comfort, all the little gestures he’d gotten so used to were now impossible. Dropping his hand to his side he moved to get you a glass of water, desperately trying to ignore the pain burning in his chest and in his heart.

_____

“Are these yours?”

Albedo placed the bag of groceries he’d just gotten on the floor. Moving over to where you were sitting, you were taking a break from adventuring until you remembered more, a decision made by the doctors for fear you’d forgotten how to control your vision. You had recently moved on from mostly sleeping to exploring your once familiar home, and now you sat curled on the couch; in your lap was a familiar book. Leaning over Albedo glanced at the page you were on.

“Yes, they’re mine. I like to sketch in my free time.”

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, running your hand reverently over the slightly stained page, “I can see the different shades in the mountain, even if it’s only a pencil drawing.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Albedo smiled to himself, the memory of that day offering him some solace, “it was quite a difficult thing to draw.”

“It had an odd name.” You scrunched your nose slightly in concentration, an expression so cute Albedo could help but let out a huff of bittersweet laughter.

“Dragonspine. That’s the name of the mountain.” Turning to put the groceries away he paused when you spoke once more.

“No. That wasn’t it. It was something else. V-Vida something.” Albedo watched, incoherent thoughts and emotions clouding his mind as you retraced the circles you’d been making on the page beforehand. Suddenly your fingers stopped and you looked up. “Vindagnyr, yes that’s it! There’s a fortress up there, a, what did you tell me they were called, a domain. And that’s the name of it.” You closed your eyes once more. “Something happened there, something to do with you. I can’t remember it, if I was there or if you told me about it before, but something’s there. Something important.”

Albedo felt as if he must’ve been dreaming. The same sort of emptiness that had filled him at the beginning of this catastrophe was there, but this time there was something else, the bitter feeling of a hope that he couldn’t be sure of filling his lungs and his mouth. He turned back towards you, teetering forward as he tried to grasp the situation.

“Yes. That’s right. Vindagnyr. The name it had before it was essentially destroyed by Durin. I met the Traveler there, a week before I met you.” He sat down on the chair adjacent to where you were sitting, memories filling his mind. “It was also the first place we performed an experiment together.”

“I’d like to go there again then.” Your face was one of open triumph and excitement, and there was something in your eyes that Albedo thought he might never see again, a sort of recognition that he thought had been lost, “I know you haven’t been to your work once. I suppose it would make sense, considering what happened, but would you take me there?”

“Of course.” Albedo’s voice was sure and solid.

“Even though I might not remember more.”

“Even then.”

You reached your hand out to the alchemist, and after a second Albedo took it. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand slightly, and you made no move to withdraw, instead squeezing his palm slightly.

You had remembered something. It wasn’t everything of course, and there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be heartbreak up ahead, wouldn’t be frustration and sorrow and moments when hope seemed very far away. But as long as moments like this existed, Albedo could hang on. The anger and despair that had burned inside him remained, but now something stronger resided there.

And that was hope.

Scaramouche

“Do you see them?” You whispered, raising your head slightly above the rock you were hiding under. Scowling Scaramouche made a cutting gesture with his hand.

“Yes I see them. And get back down!”

Although his tone of voice was harsher than usual you smiled a smile of understanding as you lowered yourself once more out of sight. Scarmouche took a deep breath in response, trying to control the coiling tension that sat in his stomach. Today’s mission was an unenviable one, made only worse by your presence, for Scaramouche knew these were no ordinary enemies, and though you could take care of yourself just fine there was a nagging in his head that refused to be silenced.

Your targets sat encamped up ahead, completely nondescript in appearance, although that was hardly surprising of deserters of the Fatui, especially ones of such high caliber as them.

Scaramouche’s expression twisted into a scowl of concentration once more as he thought about the moment when you two had received your orders to get rid of those who knew of the dealings of the army of the Tsaritsa, and who were certainly willing to dispose of said secrets for the right price. Although they were no doubt traitors of the worst sort and worth less than dirt, there was still something unpleasant about fighting people who had once been comrades. You’d mused it was because of the bonds of mutual struggle and culture, but Scaramouche suspected for himself it was more the annoyance of fighting people who were at least somewhat trained.

Scaramouche gave the signal and you crept once more out from behind your hiding spot. Manifesting your polearm Scaramouche could already see the well worn metal steaming. This battle was going to be bloody.

At first everything had gone well enough, being hidden on a ledge about the camp you’d managed to do a great deal of damage, made easier by their surprise and ill planned position. However things quickly began to turn sour. The ex-Fatui might not’ve had the equipment of their army days, but they retained the ruthlessness that had once made them so efficient and now made them so dangerous.

There was an odd smell running through the valley, the smell of electricity and something burning. Scaramouche stood in front of a man who had certainly once been a vanguard and a woman who appeared to have been a Cryo mage. Sweat coated their faces but Scarmouche felt cold with the thrill of battle. Electricity crackled to life in his hands and already bits of electricity were dancing on the charred and dinky armor of his enemies. What were they thinking sending a Harbinger against a pathetic group such as this? It was laughable, really.

“Such a pity that members of such an elite force are going to die like dogs.” He drawled. The woman in front of him gritted her teeth, summoning a trail of icicles which Scaramouche easily leapt over. “Is that truly your worth?” He laughed, before the calm that always came with killing washed over him. “Your best is hardly worth my worst.” Gathering electricity, Scaramouche prepared for the final, searing strike.

The man in front of him smiled a sickening sort of smile, the kind that one made only when they knew that it was the end, and then it all went wrong.

The sound of your voice was muffled by the energy approaching Scaramouche from behind, as the outline of a transparent sort of figure clipped his vision. Quickly whirling around Scaramouche was unprepared for the third ex-Fatui member, an agent who had apparently learned his skills well, bearing down on him. Raising his hands, the Harbinger was suddenly thrown aside by an unknown force. Fire made contact with lightning and the ground exploded.

Fighting to retain consciousness Scaramouche was aware of the sickly smell of burning flesh. Blinking away the confusion he glanced at the carnage around him. The agent lay haphazardly, face half obscured by a mass of flesh that must’ve once made him up but now seemed out of place. Behind him the other agents had hardly feared better, and the charred visage of mangled flesh replace what had once been arms, legs, necks. It was an unsettling view, and though Scaramouche couldn’t say it was the worst thing he’d ever seen it still left a vile taste in his mouth. How quickly a fragile little human could come undone, made into that which was unrecognizable.

Finally he fixed his gaze towards you, relieved to find that there was no apparent wounds, although that perspective shifted slightly when viewing your hands, which were covered with welts. Your fire must’ve mixed with his electricity, causing an overload of energy, and you two lying in the eye of the storm. Scaramouche looked at his own hands, and realized they were similarly reddened. Ignoring the pain he shook your shoulder. “Get up.” He let out when you finally opened your eyes.

However it was apparent very quickly that something was wrong. You eyes held no recognition in them, instead they seemed as blank and transparent as a mirror. Looking at him you furrowed your brow slightly.

“Where…” your gaze drifted towards the scraps of humanity around you and then there was nothing but screaming and a wetness on Scaramouche’s cheeks that felt suspiciously like tears.

“You need to get back to work.” Signora’s voice betrayed no sense of pity. Scaramouche was glad for it, he wouldn’t’ve been able to forgive her if there had been.

“I doubt those imbeciles need me for something as simple as the daily regime. If they do it’s their fault, not mine. I owe them nothing.”

“You owe them your work, it’s your duty as a Harbinger,” Signora’s eyes narrowed, “or have you forgotten that in your folly.”

“I’ve forgotten nothing!” Scaramouche snapped, eyes boring into those across from him. “I am well aware of what my obligations are and what they aren’t. As I said there is nothing of importance fir me right now, and I don’t wish to waste away my time with trivial matters.”

“What would our dear Tsarina think of such words,” Signora let out a dramatic sigh. Raising the glass she was drinking from to your lips she paused, “you best be careful. I cannot shelter you from your folly forever. Either you learn how to deal with this… unfortunate incident and your work, or I shall have that person thrown out into the snow.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Scaramouche’s tone was like acid and he felt for the moment as if letting go of himself wasn’t such a crime, for now there was no one to chastise him about it anymore.

“I’m warning you. Don’t forget what happens to those who cannot fulfill their duty to the Tsarina,” Signora paused, a cruel smile gracing her face, “or have you forgotten who caused this in the first place.”

It was all Scaramouche could do not to set the tent ablaze.

“Get. Out.” He commanded. Signora sighed, shaking her head and downing her drink in one go before walking out and leaving Scaramouche with the feeling of falling apart.

_______

“Do you sing?”

Scaramouche lifted his head at the sound of your voice, surprised by the question. You hadn’t said much since the aftermath of the incident, and Scaramouche hadn’t forced you to. After all it was one of the things he’d first appreciated in regards to you, you’d never forced him to talk when he didn’t want to. Now he felt the need to afford you the same courtesy, knowing that intelligence still lay behind those eyes even if recognition had disappeared. Now he put down the document he was reading, smiling wryly and shaking his head.

“No. Why would you think that?”

“Because that’s what you’re called isn’t it? Your name, one of your names. The… the Balladeer?” You said it as if it was a question, and perhaps it was. Scaramouche couldn’t think however, couldn’t think over the rushing in his ears.

“Where did you hear that?”

“I don’t know. I just heard it. Or I remembered it. But that’s who you are, isn’t it?” You smiled, and for a moment Scaramouche could almost imagine life was as it was before. “Can you sing for me?”

“No.” This conversation had happened before.

“Fine,” you shook your head, “but one day I want you to sing for me, when I remember everything, then I want you to sing for me.”

“Fine.” Scaramouche managed to get out, afraid of the rising emotions he felt, afraid they might break through his voice.

“You’re missing work, aren’t you.” You continued on, gaze piercing through him. “I can tell, I can hear people whispering about it when I go out. I’m not supposed to be here, and you’re supposed to be working. If what you told me really is what happened, you should work.”

“Ridiculous,” Scaramouche scoffed, “I can manage my own affairs. Besides,” his voice grew softer, as if he didn’t want to reveal himself to you. You were too familiar, but still a stranger, and a part of him hid behind the walls he built up around everyone else, the walls only you could climb over. “Besides, who would look after you.”

“I can look after myself.” Your answer was as confident as it had always been. “I have to, since I trust what you’ve told me about myself, about this work, this world.”

“It was you not looking after yourself that lost you your memory!” He was shouting by now, he was shouting but he couldn’t stop because if he stopped shouting he’d be crying.

“Perhaps. But it’s not looking after me to end up like the people we fought. So go to your work. And maybe one day when you come back, I’ll remember.”

He couldn’t say no to you, eventually you won. It had been that way since the beginning, you tearing down his bluffing and his empty promises. Perhaps it was what he appreciated most about you.

Every moment Scaramouche was away from you felt like he was betraying a part of himself, a part he had hid for so long. But you were right, just like before, and just like before you’d won him over with your honesty, your refusal to back down, and your view of the Harbinger for what he truly was, someone who was deep down truly afraid. That part of you remained, somehow without memory and without certainty it remained.

And if that part of you remained, well maybe some day the rest would return.

��Xiao

“Xiao look!” You let out a cry of delight as you threw yourself off the tall stone mountain, glider unfurling in a vibrant waves of color as you began circling in the air. Xiao scowled from the tree in which he was perched, unwilling to humor you in your folly.

“You’re going to be injured.” Although he hadn’t meant for you to hear that you still laughed at the comment, shaking your head as you once more carved shapes into the sky.

“It’s a lovely day for gliding! The air is so fresh and the breeze is just enough to keep you upright!”

“It’s too windy.” Xiao’s voice was flat. This was foolish, what you were doing was foolish. He could feel the currents, feel their laughter, their excitement. They were surely up to no good.

But you weren’t paying attention to that, instead you were gliding about as if you were born to fly. It was a beautiful sight, Xiao had to admit. The beauty of those immersed in what they loved. And what Xiao loved was you.

“Come on Xiao!” You called out. “Come fly with me!”

“No.”

“Oh c’mon, I know you can do it!” Screwing your face into a pout when the adeptus once more shook his head you shrugged. “Your loss.”

Xiao knew you were disappointed, but he couldn’t help it. It seemed somehow out of place for him to join you in whatever you were doing. Besides, he needed to keep track of the currents, just in case.

You dove down for a moment, and Xiao felt his stomach clench, knowing full well what you were doing, but unable to keep the worry out of his mind. And yet then you were flying up, up, up, up and though Xiao wanted to scold you, wanted to tell you to come down once more, he was rapt, in awe. You were too beautiful, and it stole his breath away.

A gust of wind came blowing through the stone monoliths and as your wings buckled and you plummeted towards the ground Xiao found that he was truly unable to breathe at all.

Perhaps it was a blessing that you were unconscious. Then you didn’t have to feel the way Xiao held onto your shoulders as if he’d never let you go, the way he gasped for the air he was supposed to be in charge of, the way his eyes were devoid of everything but fear. You hadn’t fallen so far, he told himself, you hadn’t fallen so far it was fatal. You were breathing, you were going to be fine. But he found himself unable to believe those words. If you had said them he would’ve, but there you were, a crumpled mess and he barely able to process the world around him.

Crashing onto the Inn balcony, not caring about the odd looks thrown his way, Xiao made his way upstairs. You were going to be fine. You were.

If only he could believe himself.

“They’re out of danger now.” Verr Goldet’s voice was calm, unnaturally so, and Xiao only softened a little at the knowledge, sure something had gone wrong. “But…” the innkeeper continued, confirming all of the fears Xiao had been secretly nursing.

“But.”

“But there seems to be a problem with their memory. They were very confused at first, unable to remember things such as Liyue, their duty as adventurer, this place, things like that. At first we thought it would clear, but now it seems that isn’t so. Their memory might be affected for quite a while.”

“I want to see them.” Xiao brushed past Goldet, determined to help you if this was to be your fate. But Goldet’s next words stopped him in his tracks.

“Xiao, they can’t remember you.”

At first there was the feeling of falling. And then, as Xiao vanished, there was nothing.

______

At first Xiao was determined to stay away completely. It hurt too much, hurt to think about what had happened. At first he’d managed to survive on anger, anger at the world, at you not listening to him, at himself for letting it happen. But quickly the anger faded and what replaced it was a loneliness so vast he couldn’t believe that he had managed to survive in such a way before he met you.

Still he didn’t want to go, didn’t want to see you as you were now, unaware of him and perhaps destined to remain so. How cruel fate was. It took everything he knew from him and just when he began to live again it took that to. It took away your memory, your livelihood, and for what? To punish him? It seemed unfair, so unfair.

So he’d stayed away, afraid that something would happened again to you if he were to show himself again. But the knowledge of such emotions as love is something that doesn’t fade, and Xiao found himself unable to continue on as before, finding the pain too great. He had to see you. At least to say goodbye, he had to see you. It would be unfair not to do so.

The moon was full, casting a silvery light on the landscape. Xiao drifted over towards the roof of the Inn, thankful that he was invisible, so as to not have to experience the moment your eyes reached him but you didn’t.

Your silhouette appeared quickly enough in the darkness. You seemed somewhat preoccupied, and yet there was a purpose to your step, made all the more evident by the Qingxin grasped firmly in your hand, a brethren of the other flowers which lay scattered on the railing.

“I know you’re there.” At first Xiao jumped, thinking perhaps you’d somehow managed to sense him. However he calmed down once you continued, it appeared you weren’t truly talking to him.

“I know you’re there. And I wish you’d come back,” You continued, gazing out on the landscape around you. “I don’t remember your name you see. They told me your name of course, but I wish they hadn’t, I wanted to remember it myself. It must be why you left, of course you didn’t want to see me like this. If what they said was true…” you shook your head, “I know it was true. I know that it had to have been true, that I cared for you, that you cared for me. I know because I miss you.” Xiao felt his heart pound in his chest, so loud he could barely hear you.

“I miss you so much. Isn’t that odd? I don’t know you anymore and yet I miss you. It’s as if something is missing. I mean, of course something is missing but it’s more than just the memories themselves. It’s the feeling. Like going outside without a coat on. I miss you, even if I can’t miss you because I can’t remember you I do, I miss you dearly.”

You paused, placing the flower on the railing next to the rest.

“I hope you see the flowers before they fade,” you called out softly to the dark, “and I hope one day I can look at you again. I remember you had such lovely eyes. I’d like to see them again to be sure.”

For a moment Xiao didn’t move, frozen by all he’d heard. But the minute you turned to leave he was already there, bound by the feelings he had for you, by the knowledge that continuing as he had been would kill him, would only hurt you.

“Do you remember me?” It was a silly question to ask, but he had nothing else to say. You turned towards him and smiled softly. It was true, your eyes didn’t recognize him. But there was something in your gaze nonetheless.

“Xiao.” You whispered, and the yaksha knew that he’d never be able to leave again.

#Don’t ask me why Albedo is mixing hydrogen with something that contains a halogen he and I are both just stupid like that #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #requested #albedo #scaramouche #xiao #albedo x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #scenarios #mine

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thomacrumbs · 3 years ago

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vincit qui se vincit.

various boys (albedo, diluc, aether, xiao, childe, gorou, kazuha, thoma) x gn! reader. fantasy! au. blurbs, mostly fluff. nouns used: sorcerer (childe) & witch (kazuha) w/ gender neutral pronouns. ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

notes: i brainrotted. i was listening to joy's album while writing this ^^

albedo.

the great alchemist albedo is just a myth, or so people think. cursed to live forever as a spirit bound to a teapot by a witch, he sits, bored out of his mind, on the shelves of a dingy antique shop. until one day, against the warnings of the antique shop owner, who warns of bad luck & misfortune, you purchase the quaint teapot & rescues him from his prison. he clatters menacingly on your countertop, only to be ignored by you for days on end before you finally lift the lid off the teapot, releasing his spirit into the realm of the living (its not as bad as it sounds. he is neither threatening nor scary). he doesn't have the heart to tell the human he's grown quite fond of that he's slowly disappearing.

diluc ragvindr.

the ludi harpstum is a festival of wine & song, celebrating the long history of the city of mondstadt, filled with games & song. this year, it seems like the knights of favonius has gone all out with their preparations, even calling in the famed circus of performers that has travelled every corner of teyvat, wowing people with daring flips mid-air, disappearing limbs & tight-rope on the thinnest of threads. the music & laughter of children is so loud that you could hear it from the windows of the dawn winery. an unwilling diluc is dragged against his will to at least view the once in a lifetime circus act, only to be charmed by the cute magic performer who winks at him from the stage as poker cards fly into the air. suddenly he finds himself going to bed thinking about them and wakes up in cold sweat wanting to talk to them. but, the ludi harpstum is only 15 days, can he catch you before you slip through his fingers?

aether.

yeah. maybe you shouldn't have tried to summon a guardian angel, but to be fair your friend put you up to this. now this blonde biblically inaccurate angel is bound to you by contract, and you have another headache to worry about alongside your minimum wage job, messy apartment and the neighbour from next door who keeps taking your flour. not to mention his constant rambling about his sister who you've unceremoniously torn him away from, and suddenly you're repeating this entire ritual, because you cannot say no to those eyes (and maybe you did want to impress him, what about it?) it didn't work, but he doesn't seem that peeved, especially when he settles on your bed after you've fallen into deep sleep, pressing a kiss to your forehead and affectionally calling you cute. he is your guardian angel, at the end of the day.

xiao.

you're the famed dragon rider in the skies of liyue. the winner of several races, competitions & illustrated celebrity in the devoted dragon owner scene. afterall, you ride the only remaining off-spring of morax, a gift from the emperor himself. you boast that no one else could tame your dragon except for you, and for a long while, this seems true. it blows curling flames at anyone who dares come close & curls it spiked tail protectively around you to ward off any unsavoury people. that is, until an unknown melody that carries over the wind calls your dragon down from the skies, and suddenly you are hurtling through the skies at insane speeds.

childe.

he came to liyue for one reason only (two, actually, but morax is dead now, so no boxing him), to challenge the great sorcerer branded by the archons. he's heard about their miracles from a young age, the ability to call down thunder from the skies, resurrecting the dead, moving the entire earth with a simple flick. the only obstacle in his way is that this sorcerer is near unidentifiable, with not even a name to put to a face. imagine his shock when the very sorcerer saves him from certain death, and he finds out they're not an old man hobbling around with a cane, but a young person around his age. oops can't fight if you're too distracted by how good your opponent looks. damn they look good kicking my ass i should do this more often.

gorou.

his dog has had enough of his single shit, crying into an empty bowl of icecream after watching the notebook, wailing about how he "wishes that were him". the animal whisperer who likes hanging around the local dog park is very surprised when they hear a yapping dog bark that his owner needs a significant other stat, he's desperate and alone, applications open please help my mess of an owner. but hey, you aren't complaining, he's pretty cute, and you find it cute that he tries to stop his tail from wagging whenever he sees you.

kazuha kaedehara.

from a young age, he's heard of the immortal witch that hides in their cottage in the thick of the dark forest nears the borders of inazuma. and nothing stops him from pounding on the door of the run down cottage, not even the animate vines that snap at him and trees that uproot themselves to stop him from advancing further. afterall, an immortal being must know the answer to bringing back someone from the dead, right? he near sobs when they tell him that it's impossible, the dead have to stay dead. he doesn't understand at first, but the witch is kinder than he expected, helping him through the memories, painful & happy. but he doesn't miss the flit of pain behind their eyes whenever he talks about losing someone, afterall, time is cruel to all.

thoma.

thoma thinks he's being seduced. afterall, isn't that what sirens do? sing of a pretty future, the numbers to win the future lottery. even though thoma has never won the lottery with their numbers, he stills himself entranced & walks down to the beach everyday to listen to them talk & sing, sitting on the edge of the rock as cold water clashes with his temperature that naturally runs high. finally, he gets the courage to confront them- he doesn't want to fall in love because of magic, that's not right. only to be met with a confused look, you're a half human half mermaid, not a siren. thoma fucking dies of embarrassment when he realises that he was simply in love all along.

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titan-fodder · 4 years ago

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The Warrior Experience; ft. the Marley Warriors

Rating: Explicit; mdni

Pairing: Zeke, Reiner, Porco, Pieck x fem!reader

Word Count: ~5.3K

Warnings: mildly dubious consent (reader isn’t exactly there of her own free will but is still dtf), multiple partners, voyeurism, virgin Colt, rough blowjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of unpleasant contraceptives, lots of cum, clear bias toward Reiner

A/N: I don’t know what happened today. I just got possessed by the horny ghost. Enjoy~

It’s always Magath who retrieves you, the sour-faced General swinging open the door to your small room without any type of knock or warning.

On most nights, he takes a look at you, frowns, then grunts the name of whoever is actually calling for you—requesting your “presence”. This evening, however, he remains silent, leaving it a mystery that keeps you curious as you make yourself slightly more presentable, pulling on a skirt, running a comb through your hair, just enough to look a little more human.

You walk in silence down the hallways, your hands clasped behind your back as the older man struts in his usual militaristic fashion. As you near the Warrior quarters, you do your best to prepare yourself, but without an idea of who you’re meeting, it’s difficult.

Because they’re all so different. Galliard, for instance, usually starts the nights off aggressively. He particularly likes slamming you into various surfaces, pinning you down with a bruising grip, but his demeanor changes as soon as he’s inside you. The once careless young man turns to jelly underneath you, gasping and groaning as his adrenaline wanes and he unravels.

Always tired and slightly unstable, Reiner is soft. Even when his thrusts are deep and harsh, his hands remain gentle, calluses feather light as they dance up and down your ribs, over your breasts. His stamina varies. Sometimes, when he’s a little more out of his head, a little more haunted, he ruts into you for what feels like an eternity. Most of those instances, he doesn’t even come. You’re just there for a distraction— “A nice one,” he tells you quietly, gratefully, but you still know where you stand with him.

There are nights when he’s desperate for release, however, taking you with quick, sloppy thrusts, spilling inside you within minutes then rubbing your clit until you squeeze him back to full hardness so that he can do it all over again.

Zeke is the hardest to predict, on far ends of one, sadistic spectrum: he either wants you to do all the work while he smirks up at you with a cigarette between his lips, occasionally blowing smoke into your face, or he wants to dominate you entirely. When he falls into the latter category, you’re in his bed for hours, sniffling or sobbing, biting your lip to keep yourself from begging him to stop—one, because he won’t listen, but also because it isn’t your place.

The Warriors are honorary Marleyans which means they’re much more important and valuable than you are. Your opinion never matters, least of all in the bedroom.

You’re more or less a toy for them to use, an Eldian plucked from Liberio and brought to the military base with no real say in it. The Warriors are all young and virile, after all. They have needs like anyone else, but despite their honorary status, they’re forbidden from sleeping with Marleyan women.

So, you live here, at their beck and call with one purpose and one purpose only.

To your surprise, Magath stops before you can get to the sleeping quarters you are very familiar with at this point. You stand outside of a closed door, raise an eyebrow at the General but don’t dare question him.

“They’re in there,” he grumbles, nodding to the door before turning around and walking away.

They…

Raising a suddenly very heavy hand, you knock lightly then shift awkwardly until the door opens and reveals Galliard. His perpetual scowl is in place, but he nods his head in acknowledgment then moves to the side to let you in.

Galliard isn’t the only one in the room—what looks like some kind of conference area with a sizable wooden table surrounded by chairs, a window on the far end displaying the night sky and twinkling stars. Nearly all of those chairs are full, one scooted back from the table that you can easily assume belongs to the redhead standing behind you.

Zeke is lounging comfortably, feet kicked up on the table as he puffs on a cigarette. Reiner is sitting in his chair backwards, slumped forward to rest his head on the wooden backing, though he lifts it to look at you with bloodshot eyes. Pieck, who you do not see often at all, is slouched with her arms pillowing her face, offering you a lazy smile that’s laced with something you cannot place.

There’s one more person in the room, the vaguely familiar face of Colt Grice, Warrior Candidate slated to inherit the Beast Titan in a few years. You’ve seen him around the base, usually trailing closely behind Zeke, but haven’t gotten the chance to speak with him yet.

You remain standing even as Galliard takes his seat again, nibbling on your bottom lip, waiting expectantly—nervously. The last time you were in a room with all of them at once was when you’d first been brought here, and that had just been for informal introductions. There had also been another Eldian with you at the time, a male to keep Pieck satisfied, but he’s… No longer with you.

In true leader fashion, Zeke is the first to speak after taking a long drag from his cigarette, tilting his head back to blow it into the air and creating a haze over himself.

“Glad you could join us tonight, sweetheart,” he shows a short, unconvincing smile, and that paired with the condescending pet name leads you to believe he’s in one of his more controlling moods.

“I’m just glad to be able to service the Wa—”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to do all that,” he waves you off. “I’ll cut to the chase.”

“Let her sit down first, Zeke, geeze,” Pieck murmurs before holding a small hand out for you, beckoning you to take the seat next to hers.

Never one to argue or disobey, you shuffle over to it and lower yourself, but you can’t relax, not with so many pairs of eyes on you.

Galliard is twitchy, bouncing his leg up and down, pushing his hair back too often. Reiner, unmoving, just blinks slowly at you, expression flat. Grabbing your hand, Pieck offers a nod that isn’t the slightest bit reassuring while Zeke pins you with an icy gaze.

“Colt here is gonna be a big boy Warrior pretty soon,” he says, motioning to the boyish blond in the corner who suddenly seems more interested in the floor than anything. “And, he hasn’t been given the chance to have the experiences he deserves. You follow?”

You nod, easily putting the pieces together. They want you to sleep with him, some sort of sexual initiation.

“As I’m sure you’ve picked up, Titan holders don’t have the longest lifespans, so I figure he needs to enjoy what life he has left.”

Another nod, then you start to stand only to be stopped by Galliard who asks, “What’re you doing? Sit back down.”

“Oh,” you plant yourself back in the chair, eyes growing as your stomach sinks. “I thought you wanted me to show Colt—”

Zeke laughs around his cigarette, adding even more smoke to the air around you, and shakes his head. “No, you misunderstand. You will be showing Colt a thing or two tonight, but in here where we can all watch and… Lend a helping hand if need be.”

Mouth going dry, you can’t stop yourself from frowning. Sleep with Colt… In front of all of them? You don’t fancy yourself much of a performer, doubt you’ll be able to put on any kind of good show under so much pressure.

But, you can’t protest. You can’t go against their wishes or complain. You should consider yourself lucky, being able to service the Warriors. It means you’re a half-step above the other Eldians—a devil but a halfway useful one.

“Um. Okay,” you consent.

Zeke claps his hands together. “Excellent,” then tells you. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Go rinse off, do whatever you need to do to get ready, then meet us back here.”

You don’t dawdle, doing exactly what you’re told. The restroom is obviously for multiple people, a few stalls with cheap curtains to block you from view. You make quick work of bathing so that you’ll have time to prepare yourself, starting the process of stretching yourself while under the spray. With no idea how large Colt might be, and taking into account that he might be completely clueless about female anatomy, you make sure to work three fingers into your cunt, moving them as best you can until you’re a little loosened up and wet.

When you return to the conference room, you’re just in a towel, folded clothes under your arm and placed in an empty chair.

“Easy access,” Galliard smirks. “Good call.” You squeak when he slaps your ass then sit on the edge of the table as you’re directed to.

Most of them have shed their boots and jackets, looking a little more casual now. It doesn’t put you at ease—if anything, it makes you think the others will get a little more involved than Zeke originally let on, and the thought alone is enough to overwhelm you.

It takes some prompting for Colt to muster the courage to approach you. The others scoot to the edges of the room, giving the two of you center stage. It's daunting, but you do your best to forget about them, to focus on the nervous blond in front of you.

Spreading your legs, you pull him by the shirt to stand between them then look up at him through your lashes and ask, "Am I allowed to kiss you?" You can never assume. Everyone has different rules.

When you're with Reiner, he has his mouth against yours more than he doesn't, Galliard will nip and suck against every part of you that isn't your mouth, and the closest Zeke gets to your mouth is prying it open to spit on your tongue.

Naturally, Colt looks to his War Chief for answers, but Zeke just shrugs. "Your choice, big guy. You're the one calling the shots."

Colt contemplates for a little while but eventually nods and swallows. "Uh, yeah. That's okay, I guess."

He seems to feel just as awkward as you do about this whole situation, would also probably prefer for it to happen in private, but you imagine he's doing everything in his power to show that he's worthy of inheriting Zeke's Titan. He's basically in the same boat as you.

Reaching up, you lace your fingers behind his neck and pull him to you, pressing your lips to his slowly, softly, trying not to spook him too much.

After gaining as much experience as you have over the last year or so, it's rare for you to feel shy when getting intimate. Three of the other people in that room have seen everything there is to see about you, your most private of body parts, your most visceral, primal reactions. You have nothing to hide any more.

Colt is stiff against you. His hands are still by his sides, lips firm but unmoving.

He has no idea what to do. It's almost disappointing, knowing you're about to spend the evening teaching this kid, fresh faced, twenty years old at most and completely clueless.

You're saved when a gruff voice makes you pull away: "Alright, this is hard to watch." Reiner sits up and rubs his eyes, then swings his leg over the chair to stand and walk over. "Grice, have you ever even seen anyone kiss before?"

Cheeks turning red, Colt moves out of the way, stuttering out "W-well yeah, but I never watch."

The taller man takes the vacant space between your legs, and you inhale sharply when he slides a large hand to the back of your head, tilting your face even further upward. Reiner kisses you in a way that makes your head spin. He has that desperate taste he always has, and even without opening your eyes, you can tell he's frowning. But his hand is cautious, careful not to tug your hair just like he's careful not to knock his teeth into yours when he parts your lips with his.

"There we go," Zeke laughs, clapping twice and cheering, "'Atta boy, Braun!"

Reiner's tongue dances with yours in a heated back and forth for a few seconds before he pulls back. He doesn't smile, but he does sigh in a thoughtful manner before turning to Colt and pointedly telling him, "That's how you kiss a woman."

Reiner softly scratches the back of your head in a fond gesture, then steps away and motions for Colt to try again.

He's slightly more confident this time around, starting off slowly at first but eventually pushing against you harder and harder until it's a little much, and you just barely push at his chest to get him to let up. He replaces pressure with tongue, probing and curious but not awful.

"Undo her towel, Grice. Get a move on," Galliard demands.

Colt reaches up with a shaky hand, breathing through his nose while keeping his lips attached to yours as he pulls at the loose knot just above your breasts. The material falls and pools around you on the table, and before he can be criticized again, you grab one of Colt's hands and place it on one of the perky mounds. You move your fingers over his, showing how you like to be massaged then guiding him to your nipple.

"Oh, this is very romantic," Zeke drawls, snapping his fingers to get someone's attention then addressing, "Pock," who grunts in response. "You're a tit man, right? Your turn to show him how it's done."

The sound of a chair scraping on the floor rings throughout the room, but instead of pushing Colt out of the way, Galliard stands on the other side of the table behind you, bends forward, then grabs you by the hair to pull you down. The breath is knocked out of you as your back hits the table, and you blink up at the redhead in surprise.

Upside down, your face is about level with his hips, maybe a foot away from his pelvis, but before you can dwell on it, Galliard's rough hands are on your tits, groping, massaging, then pinching your nipples so that you arch and moan.

"Know I probably shouldn't like it so much, but you sound so pretty, baby," he growls, flicking over the hardened buds then squeezing again.

"We're all devils here. You can like it as much as you want," Reiner gruffs.

"Justifying your own feelings?" Zeke snarks.

You aren't able to see or hear Reiner's response, too busy whining as Galliard starts to slap your tits over and over, making the flesh burn and sting.

Porco groans, "Mm, love that bounce," hitting them a few more times then stopping and allowing you to take a shuddering breath.

Your body is hot all over, especially your chest, and your pussy is starting to throb. After playing with yourself in the shower, the heated kiss you shared with Reiner, and now the abuse Galliard just showered on your tits, you're starting to get restless, ready to be filled with something.

"While I'm right here, m'gonna show you somethin' else, Grice."

Galliard grips your upper arms and slides you closer to him on the table, then undoes his pants and pulls his cock free. As soon as you feel the tap on your lips, you open up for him, relaxing just in time for him to shove his length over your tongue and into the tight sleeve of your throat.

And, pride actually wells up inside of you. That hardly ever happens.

There's no time to acclimate really, your only choice being to just lay and take it, so you do, choking and gagging around Galliard's cock as everyone else watches. Tears stream down the sides of your face, but you feel them get wiped away and open bleary eyes to find Pieck peering down at you, soft hands catching the drops as she coos, "You're doing so good, love."

You squirm on the table, start to rock your hips into nothing—no one—in desperate need of friction now.

"You want something stuffed in that pussy?" Zeke calls out.

The vibration of your responding whine makes Galliard curse and thrust into your throat until your forehead is pressed against his heavy balls. Strings of spit leak from the corners of your mouth. You try to slurp and suckle, but the steady pistoning of Galliard’s hips just keeps pushing more out.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Colt, you wanna go for it, or do you wanna watch first?” Zeke questions.

“Um, I—I’ll watch first, I think.”

“Good choice. See how it’s done before diving in.”

You’re barely aware of the conversation around you, mouth full of cock, gentle hands on your face. Pieck must not be fazed by being so close to her comrade’s privates because she just keeps stroking and praising you, like she thinks you might break or lose it.

There are fingers on your wet folds, spreading them apart, then the harsh sound of spitting before a glob of thick fluid lands in your pussy. Zeke smears his saliva over your clit, and you buck under his touch, moaning when two thick digits are pushed into your heat all at once. Your cunt spasms around the intrusion, getting used to it as he continues the job you’d started in the shower.

“I don’t always do this sort of thing just ‘cause I like the way she feels all tight and tense on my dick, but if you don’t want her to whine as much, I’d advise prepping her with your fingers or mouth.”

You squirm and writhe, the glide of his fingers getting easier with every thrust as your hole drools slick onto the table beneath you. Zeke’s palm grinds against your clit, pressure and friction where you want it most for half a second before it disappears—comes back, disappears—until you’re forcing yourself down on his hand.

He lets out one of his standoffish little chuckles as you slide up and down Galliard’s length and fuck yourself on Zeke’s fingers, but the delicious sensation disappears entirely when Zeke pulls out, probably to work himself out of his pants, then presses the blunt head of his cock against your clenching hole. He pushes the tip in only to pull it back out, tap it against the swollen bundle of nerves a few times, then finally pushes in all the way.

You’re a little too far up on the table now, and Zeke doesn’t bother warning you or Galliard as he tugs you back down to better situate you on his cock, causing the other man to slip out of your mouth.

“Fuck man, I was getting close!”

Without a care in the world, Zeke shrugs him off, tells him, “Come on her face or something then, I don’t give a fuck.”

Your voice comes out hoarse as you moan for all of them to hear, teary eyes cracking open to see Galliard step back and lean against the wall behind him. His fist is tight around his shaft, but he’s pumping himself slowly, like he’s suddenly pacing himself despite just having fucked your throat raw.

A rough pinch to your nipple brings your eyes to Zeke, blond hair hanging in his face, glasses slipping down his nose. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone, but other than that, he’s basically fully clothed. He’s flushed from his neck down to his chest, jaw barely hanging open as his eyebrows raise. He’s certainly enjoying himself, and you can’t say you aren’t because the drag of his thick cock in your pussy is incredible.

Your head lolls to one side and you find Colt staring at you with wide eyes, watching the way his superior sheathes himself in you over and over. It makes you blush, so you turn to the other side, see Reiner posted up in the corner, about half hard in his pants as he watches your face.

Mouth dropping open, you shut your eyes, trying to will away the skin-prickling sensation of being watched. You raise your arms above your head, hands dangling off the other end of the table, and Pieck takes them, squeezing once before lightly running nimble fingers over your sensitive skin.

You’ve never been with her, not that you’d be opposed. She’s very pretty and seems kind enough. But you had guessed you weren’t exactly her type. Now, though, you second guess yourself since she seems more than content with touching you.

The painful squeezes of Zeke’s fingers are batted away, replaced by the ghost of stimulation on your sore nipples. Pieck rubs over one so lightly you hardly register it, but it still shoots right to your pussy, makes you clench around Zeke.

He’s holding you by the hips now, pulling you onto his cock, and it goes like this for a while. At some point, the wet sound of Galliard jacking off fades, but you doubt he’s come; he’s typically quite vocal when he climaxes.

Zeke never lets up, fucking deep and fast and right over the spot that makes you leak until he suddenly pulls out and shoots strings of hot cum onto your thighs and the table between them.

“You don’t… Inside?” Colt speaks up.

Rubbing his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, Zeke answers, “Never. That’s preference, though. I just don’t want any accidents to happen.”

You would remind him that you go to the medic after every encounter you have with the Warriors to get checked out, given an unpleasant medicine that leaves you sick for a few days, but it’s hard to think straight right now.

Before Colt can move toward you again or any more questions can be asked, Galliard is rounding the table, cock in hand once again, shouldering Zeke out of the way so that he can bury himself in your pussy. He’s a shorter length than the man who was in you just moments ago, but a little thicker. Veiny and curved upward, Galliard always feels good inside of you. Unfortunately for you, he’s basically been edging himself since you were pulled from him, so he doesn’t last long at all.

Unlike Zeke, Galliard has no qualms about coming inside of you. You feel his seed fill you, mixing with your own wet arousal and making you drip with it when he pulls out.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he grins before giving your pussy a slap, making you push more of his cum out.

You hear someone suck in a deep breath, and Colt slowly shuffles over to you. He stares at your throbbing cunt for a while, raising a timid hand to stroke over now messy folds, and you let out a mewl, a very soft, “Please…”

Pieck places a tender kiss at your hairline that makes your heart jump into your throat, such a kind gesture as she murmurs against you, “You’re doing so well for them.”

“Can I—” You blink up at her face, floating upside down over yours. “Can I do anything f-for you, Pieck?”

She shows another one of those smiles, the kind that’s hiding a little something, and she shakes her head, wavy, black hair flowing over her shoulders. “I’m just enjoying watching. You’re very pretty to look at.”

You bite your lip, unsure of how to respond, so you just let her keep touching you, keep cooing and doting. You’ll never say no to affection like this.

Colt doesn’t have any trouble finding your entrance, which is a relief. He lines himself up and pushes in painfully slowly, panting the entire time and letting out one very satisfying, “O-oh, shit.”

“Feels good, doesn’t she?” Zeke hums.

Colt nods, arms beginning to shake on the table. He seems to be holding himself back, whether it’s from coming or fucking into you is a mystery, but eventually he bottoms out and stays still save for his trembling. It isn’t uncomfortable, but you do feel very full, his hips flush against yours, cockhead nestled right up against your cervix. If he was any longer, you would definitely be in pain.

“Grice, you can move, you know,” Galliard jabs, but Colt just shakes his head.

“One second. Lemme just…” He shifts his hips some, not thrusting as much as grinding into you, and you cry out when he presses against that far wall.

You can feel Galliard’s cum leaking down the curvature of your ass, pooling with whatever of Zeke’s is left on the table. You’re so wet, noisy when Colt finally does start slowly pulling out and pushing in. The squelches echo in the conference room and make you cringe, but Zeke seems to appreciate it as he hums, “Listen to that sloppy pussy.”

“Like music to my fuckin’ ears,” Galliard adds.

Colt has trouble keeping an even pace, his hips stuttering often, but the ridge of his cock strokes over the sensitive spot inside you—the one that makes you drool and babble—almost every time. Your muscles clench around him, changing the sensation for both of you, and when that rhythm becomes even more erratic, you know he’s close.

“Fuck, fuck, I—”

“Just add to the mess. We’ll clean up later,” Zeke reassures him.

Colt’s eyes find yours for the first time since he started fucking you, searching for something like permission, so you nod and show a lazy grin.

“It’s okay, you can come in me.”

That sends him over, a strangled gasp ripping from his throat as he milks himself in your cunt. You can feel the pressure of building liquid inside you, pushing on your insides, but it wanes when Colt pulls out.

You feel swollen and used at this point, but your core is still hot with the desire to come. There’s a chance you won’t, especially now that Colt has finished, but you can always get yourself off in the privacy of your quarters if need be.

The freshly fucked blond receives a couple slaps on the back, some patronizing comments from his War Chief, and you take the time to just breathe and melt into the table, enjoying the way Pieck is stroking your hair now, smiling at the other Warriors.

Your eyes are just about to close when you see Reiner making his way over. He stands between your legs for a while, just looking over the damage, the slight discoloration of your chest, your raw nipples, mouth swollen from Galliard’s cock, then finally your used pussy.

His fingertips brush over sensitive skin, making you shudder, and you nearly cry when he asks, “You ready to get yours?”

You nod, sucking in an unsteady breath. Reiner mouths the word, “Okay,” then unbuckles his pants and pushes them down to his thighs, and the tears really do start to gather in your eyes now because Reiner is big, and you're already getting sore from three other cocks you've taken.

He rubs his hands up your thighs, tells you, “Wrap your legs around my waist,” which you somehow manage even though they’re weak with numbness.

Reiner doesn’t push in just yet, though you can feel his warm cock rubbing between your engorged lips. Instead, he slides his arms under your back and lifts you, turning so that he’s sitting on the table and you’re in his lap, ankles still crossed at his lower back.

“Just go at your own pace.” His voice is quiet, his mouth hovering just over yours, and here, like this, you almost forget about the others.

You lift yourself just enough to line his tip up with your leaking entrance then lower yourself onto his cock inch by inch. His girth stretches you, always burns just a little, even when you’re well prepared.

Your spongy walls make room for him, sucking him in even as you whine at his size. He waits for you to get settled, for you to start rocking, and only then does Reiner start moving. His cheeks are pink, light brown eyes nearly taken over by blown pupils, but the shift of his hips is slow and deliberate, hitting just where you need him to.

He keeps one hand at your back to help you balance, but his other moves down to press on the puffy flesh at the apex of your cunt. It forces your clit to rub against the coarse hairs on his pelvis, and you throw your head back as you finally, finally get that friction you were craving.

Reiner lowers his face to your chest, warm tongue laving over one nipple in a soothing manner as it pebbles against the muscle. He moves to the other and does the same, suckles on it softly so that you dig your nails into his back.

You leak with every shallow thrust, various fluids getting pushed from your wet pussy, and the closer you get to your orgasm, the worse it gets. You squirt first, a juice thinner than your slick arousal dribbling from you and coating Reiner’s thighs.

“Fucking—” He cuts himself off by kissing you, obviously uncaring of the fact that you had someone else’s cock in your mouth maybe half an hour ago. He licks into you, holding your body tight against his as your muscles tense, thighs rigid around his waist. You climb and climb, gut hotter and hotter until you reach your peak and moan into his mouth.

Your hips start moving on their own accord, a little faster as you squeeze the thick cock inside of you until your body grows tired enough to stop. Reiner keeps the same, slow pace, rumbles, “Just keep squeezing me, and I’ll come soon.”

So, you do, clenching around him and trembling the more overstimulated you become because you’re so sensitive and so swollen and so full. Every part of you aches. Every shift of his cock makes you whimper, but when Reiner finally spills inside of you, holding you down on his spurting cock, you sigh and slump against him.

You breathe heavily, and so does Reiner, his chest, now damp with sweat, rising and falling against yours. His shirt chafes against your nipples, making you hiss, but you’re too exhausted to move.

“Is that what sex is always like with you two?” Galliard scoffs. “That was some soft shit. I’m a little disgusted.”

If you were a little more lucid, you’d consider calling him out and announcing to the room how wanton he gets alone in the bedroom, but your brain is functioning at minimal capacity right now.

“Oh, leave them alone, Pock,” Pieck chides, and you glance across the table at her with tired eyes to find another one of those smiles on her face. “Everyone deserves some softness, especially this little angel after the way you guys treated her.”

“Didn’t treat her any differently than I normally do,” Zeke says, voice slightly muffled as he speaks around a new cigarette.

“In that case, I offer my condolences,” Pieck tells you, pulling a little snort from you.

“S’fine,” you slur. “I’m just happy to service the Warriors.”

Galliard rolls his eyes. Pieck hums thoughtfully. Zeke smirks. Reiner lets his head fall to your shoulder.

And, Colt croaks out a honestly endearing, “Well, I, uh, appreciate the service,” which makes you and all of his superiors laugh.

It’s not an easy job, this one you've been given. You try to be grateful for the opportunity, but most days end with you struggling to find your own self worth.

Tonight is different, though. It’s rare that you feel genuinely appreciated, but right now, sitting in Reiner’s lap with Colt looking at you in both embarrassment and gratefulness, you feel that maybe you're worth something.

#aot x reader #aot fanfic #attack on titan fanfic #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfic

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years ago

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TOH Coven Headcanons

Plant: Plant witches are much like they’re chosen discipline, patient, sturdy, when knocked back down they come back up again season after season.

Just like plants, they have a variety of jobs as herbalists in tandem with the Healing Coven, chefs with the Potion Coven, and coming up with natural weapons and defenses in the jungle of the Boiling Isle. Plus contributing knowledge of the fauna and new discoveries.

They are one of the foremost experts of poisons, love perfumes, etc. and so there is a black market for their expertise as well as a black market for rare and exotic plants though there are societies that are working to keep those plants for science and research.

Illusions: Illusionists are very sociable, like to be in front of a crowd, many are entertainers or work with special effects and such on crystal ball with the Bard Coven. Some have joined companies in making virtual reality games. They also make the best parties/clubs that are like a masquerade/moulin rogue/funhouse/great Gatsby combo.

Though they do gripe about being looked down on as all style and no substance, they do tend to lean to being overly concerned with the appearance/aesthetic of something and forget about the function

Make great con people, what with the whole deception. Big fan of false fronts, and distracting with the right hand while using the left.

There are some forbidden spells like ones that are pre-cursor to the Grom monster and hallucinatory/insanity spells available on the black market. Belos has a supply of his own illusionists to use these in the conformatorium on any dissidents so when he releases them, their accusations against Belos’ civilized orders will be dismissed as crazy talk.

Bard: Bard are the creative backbone working with the Construction and Illusion Covens in filling galleries with art, clothes, and entertainment. And as Raine demonstrated, they bring protest art.

Bards are talented, creative, ambitious, introverted (some), outgoing (some), mad geniuses (debatable), and sometimes all in their heads. But most of all dedicated to whatever craft they choose.

Since they are sometimes just dismissed as artists, they can sneak in anti Belos themes, and motifs into their work and make witches think about the regime they are living in. However, Belos also employs his own bards to spread pro Coven and pro Belos propaganda.

Bards not only can bewitch the audience with their music, but in battle, can disorient them, and deafen them (much as Raine did) and as a classic, cause uncontrollable dancing.

Beast keeper: Beast keeping witches are compassionate, fierce, empathetic, and at times, feral, when some of them get tired of the oppressed society they live in and retreat with their animals in the wild without human interaction for miles.

Just like the plant Coven, beast-keepers scour the Boiling Isle to study and collect knowledge of beasts in their natural habitats as well as bring them back to tame.

Not only do the beast keepers make pet shops and zoos, they also work on the Boiling Isle as defense against rogue beasts that sometimes venture from the wild into towns.

It goes without saying that there is a mythical animal black market among the upper classes that a dedicated group against beast abuse is trying to curb.

Beast keepers also help train palismen and as conservationists since the increasing population build new houses verging on animal habitats.

Healing: Healers tend to be homebodies, they’re compassionate to their patients but also no nonsense when they need to be in order to keep their infirmaries in line.

Though it goes without saying they’re are some that develop a god complex when there is the fate of witch’s life in their hands. And shadier ones will sometimes only help if their exorbitant fees are paid.

Not only do they run the hospitals, heal broken bones and such, but they also work as “mind healers” for trauma, PTSD and other mental illnesses in need of therapy.

The healer Coven also works with the Beastkeeping and Abomination Coven in creating aids for those with disabilities.

Potion: Potion witches are inventive, curious, quick to grasp complex formulas, have a mind for memorization and tend to be multi taskers.

Potions is one of the most diverse and most censored with guidelines to prevent performance enhancement and/or would infringe on someone else’s rights (illegal potions like love/mind control/death/increase energy/increase strength/etc.) Though the enforcement of those guidelines can be waived away with a well placed bribe.

Potions also tend to be a risky business since one needs wealthy backers to fund your experiments in new potions and you need willing participants for your potions or else one can drink them all themselves and hope the results aren’t fatal.

Potions work within almost every Coven from dyes/paint for Construction Coven, medicine for beastkeeping and healing, growth for plants and more.

Oracle: Oracles have a slight tendency to be control freaks, what with their ability to see the future and thus have expectation for how things should go. However, they also can be objective and open minded as they are more aware that the future is open to interpretation and change.

Their balls cannot only see the future but they can scry and see a witch’s current whereabouts and see bits into the past.

It goes without saying, master oracles can summon tremendous power to see the whole past coming from a witch’s possession. Or help control someone’s future but these spells are advance and require great amounts of energy and access to ancient texts.

With their abilities to see past, present and future, they make great stock estimates, judges, historians and have a booming business for the superstitious and overly cautious that want good luck charms to prevent dire fates.

They are also the owners of most of the casinos, cage match betting rings and lotteries.

Construction: Construction witches are disciplined, loyal, hard working, creative and not afraid of hard labor. They can work as house builders and sculptors/jewelry makers to erecting forts, defenses and participating in grudgy games and cage fights.

As Dana said they are sculptors and artists themselves so they can be seen working in tandem with the Bard Coven.

But with their ability to traverse difficult terrain and manipulate it, make them excellent adventurers and artifact finders. In fact, they and the Plant Coven often hold camps to teach witches how survive in the wild.

Construction also makes up a good bunch of Belos’ toughest guards alongside Abomination.

Abomination: Abomination witches are witches with iron wills who stand their ground as they bend and mold their creatures to obey their every whim. Like Darius and Alador, they are creative in thinking of new ideas to bring more potential out of their servants

It is one of the most profitable covens with plenty of opportunities as it acts as the industrial backbone of the Boiling Isle, providing countless servants, disability aids and weapons for battle.

Abominations take a great amount of energy from the witch as not only do they have to bring out this goo out of thin air at times, Abominations are slow and unable to think for themselves so the witch has to do both for it, and use more energy to make it bigger and do more complex orders.

#the owl house #toh #my hcs #my headcanons #headcanons #abomination coven #healing coven #beastkeeping coven #plant coven #bard coven #potions coven #oracle coven #construction coven #illusion coven

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mrs-march-ahs · 4 years ago

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Reader Dominates James March

My first smut! I’m very happy with it, and as always, feedback is very appreciated!

Words- Nearly 4k.

Summary/Warnings- anal, butt plug, overstimulation, Daddy kink, female and male oral, riding, a bit of knife and blood.

Hope you enjoy :))

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“I’m in charge tonight”.

James finishes putting files in his cabinet, smiling at what you said. You were standing in your boyfriend’s office, trying to sound sure of your words. Every time you proposed something new to do in the bedroom, James was almost always enthusiastic and willing to try new things. He was always up for new challenges, new ways to turn you on, and new ways to show his dominance. Whether it was spanking, handcuffs or edging, he was always up for it. Until now. The idea of tying him up and teasing him as much as he teases you on a regular basis, made you shiver. But whenever you brought it up, James would deny it. It wasn’t like he didn’t like the idea, but he simply didn’t believe you could do it.

With a few light touches and winks throughout the day, it was obvious that sex was on the table tonight. But as soon as those words left your lips, he smiled and slowly chuckled at your confidence.

“My little kitten wants to be dominant?” He locked his desk draws and walked over to you, slowly. He put his hands around your waist and got close to your face, so that you could feel his breath on you. He let out a long breath, not dropping his smirk, and you closed your eyes, feeling it on your face. He dragged his fingertips down your hips, outlining your curves.

“There’s a reason I call you kitten, not tiger”, He said quietly. He pulled you closer to him and placed a single kiss on your bare shoulder. His strong arms holding your waist paired with such a gentle gesture made your thighs and core tingle.

“No matter what Daddy does, kitten is wet and ready”, he said, his voice low and deep. You ignored how right he was, instead taking his arm and dragging him to the lift. He let out a laugh at your attempt to show control. As he stood behind you in the lift, you facing the doors, ready to leave the bedroom and be confident, his hands crept up to your behind and gentle cupped your ass. You slapped his hands away and kept a confident stance.

“My kitten is awfully feisty today-”, he said taking a step closer to you. You turn over your shoulder to look him deep in his black sparkling eyes.

“That’s Miss to you”, you say as you arrive at your level. You step forward and walk towards your joint bedroom, shaking your hips slightly, with your head held high. A smirk grows on James’ face and he takes a few second to admire you, before promptly following you. While you unlock your bedroom door, he stands behind you and whispers in your ear.

“You look irresistible, I simply cannot wait to see you out of that dress”. You ignore the comment and attempt to ignore how much his voice turns you on. On any other day, that remark would be enough to have you on your knees for him, but not today.

As soon as you both stepped inside your room and lock the door, you smash your lips into his. Your tongue immediately takes dominance and James pulls you by the hips closer to him. You ensure to not let James overpower the kiss, no matter how hard he tries. Despite his reservations earlier about being submissive to you, his hardening bulge pressed against your heat told you that he liked it. As his fingertips slide the spaghetti straps of your dress down your shoulders, you grab his wrists. You pull him towards the bed and rapidly take his blazer and ascot off. The condescending smile on his lips drives you mad, as he clearly can’t imagine begging for mercy to his tiny, innocent and cute girlfriend. But you vow to prove him wrong. You push his shirtless body on the bed and straddle him immediately. You reach to your nightstand and shuffle your hand around the first draw to find the handcuffs. As James’ hands wander to your lower back approaching your behind, you grab them and hold them to the top of the bed frame. Taking handcuffs out of the first drawer, you loop them over the bed frame.

“If you can’t keep your hands to yourself”.

You clasp the cuff around his wrist. Click.

“I’ll do it for you”. Click around his other wrist.

James looks at you, his eyes furrowed slightly, intrigued by your next move. You stand up off the bed and bend down, to slide your secret box from under the bed. You leave it on the floor so James’ can’t see the naughty things you keep in there. He doesn’t know what’s coming.

You look him deep in the eye with a confident stare and slide the straps off your shoulders. You turn around and let the satin dress fall to the floor, left only in a bra, underwear and heels. You can almost feel James’ stare burning into your back, watching closely and you move your hips for him. You slide your bra straps down your shoulders and take your arms out of them and turn to face James. Snaking your arms to your back, you clip your bra and let it fall next to your dress. James’ eyes immediately avert towards your breasts. He wriggles in his position slightly, clearly aching to have his hands on you. You turn back around and smirk, knowing that you’re teasing him, only left with underwear and heels. You take your panties off and slide them down your legs, bending over slightly so he has a good view. When the panties hang around your ankles, you step out with one leg and bend the other leg behind you, to pick up the panties with your heel. You take them off your shoe and throw them in James’ direction. They land on the bed near his face and he breathes out as they land. He quickly clenches his jaw, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of almost moaning at you simply undressing in front of him.

You turn to look at him and put your hands on your boobs. You knead them gently, looking at him as you do so. You gasp slightly at your own cold touch and watch your nipples harden. You walk over close to the bed slowly, your hands never leaving your chest, and kneel on the bed. You kneel closer to your boyfriend, watching his eyes flip between your hands touching yourself and your face moaning gently. You pinch and rub your nipples, biting your lip and slightly shutting your eyes.

“Not enough of a show for you, baby?”, you say seductively and bend down to your box to grab some baby oil to cover your chest with, and tip it into your palm. James March was not a gentle nor loving man, and one of the only forms of aftercare he performed was showering with you, rubbing your sin away, and then laying you down and massaging you in a few drops of baby oil. It was his favourite activity, and it made his cock throb, having to watch you do it without him.

You purposely drip a little too much oil into your hand to ensure you will be glistening for him.

“Oops”, you say innocently, putting your hand above your chest and letting the oil drip down your collarbone to your bare breast, then putting both hands around your boobs and rubbing it in. His eyes pierce into your skin with jealousy and his hands fidget watching you. A busy man like him usually has a million different things going through his mind, but in this moment, the only thought bouncing around his head was how much he wishes it were his hands touching you.

You make sure to pay extra attention to your nipples, rubbing your fingers around them. Then, you take your oily hands and rub your thighs lightly with the left-over oil. Kneeling on the bed, you carefully bend down to the floor to look at your box of wonders, making sure that James has a clear view of your ass. You pick up your desired items and before getting back up on the bed properly, cheekily say to him, “Enjoying the view Daddy?”.

He sighs with his jaw clenched and you sit on your legs, your back and ass facing him. You look over your shoulder and see him nod slowly.

“When I ask Daddy a question, I expect an answer”, you say bluntly. Mirroring his own words to him on his first night of being submissive may be cruel, but God it was fun.

“Yes darling, Daddy’s enjoying the view”, he says quietly and lowly. You smile at his obedience and put some lube onto your finger, which from this position he can’t see, until your hand reaches behind you and slides into your ass with no hesitation. James gasps and exhales watching you, his fidgeting increasing. You slide a second finger in and throw you head back slightly. Though slightly uncomfortable, you secretly enjoyed anal. It was something you always loved but hadn’t done yet with James. But why tell him your kinks when you can show him?

You push your fingers in and out a few times, getting used to the stretch and then take them out. James tries to peek at what your hands are doing when they’re on your lap, rubbing lube on a metal butt plug with a pink heart gem. You look at James over your shoulder, biting your lip and reach around to push the plug into your ass. He watches your actions with his mouth open and eyebrows close together. When the plug goes in all the way, comfortably stretching your hole, you whimper.

James watches nervously, hoping that you will pay attention to him now, but instead of getting anywhere close to his aching bulge, you lay down beside to him, your feet near his tied-up hands. You spread your legs and throw one leg over his chest, showing him your bare, dripping pussy. One hand gropes your boob and the other slides down your stomach and down your thigh. James moans at the sight, his eyebrows now bending the other way, looking like a begging puppy. Your gentle fingertips trace back up your thigh and circle around your clit. You look at James’ begging eyes before putting two fingers on your clit and pushing down.

James’ breathing increases, watching you rub small circles on your swollen clit, butt plug visible in this position. You squeeze your boobs harder and moan; James’ pants looking like they’re about to rip open. You rub circles faster and take your hand off your tit and down to your ass, pushing the plug in deeper, making whimpers escape your lips and your already wet pussy drip even more. James’ eyes are glued to you as he watches you pleasure yourself, moan increasingly louder and rub and push increasingly faster. You throw your head back and struggle to keep your legs spread as you have your first orgasm of the night. Your body twitches as cum flows out of you. Your eyes quickly flicker at James to make sure he’s watching, and you see him breathing fast, tugging at his handcuffs, silently begging to be uncuffed. His dick throbbing in his pants as he bites his lip looking at you, covered in oil and sweat. You sit up and slowly slide a finger up your slit, collecting cum. James moans at the sight and you smile, aching to torture him more. You push your middle finger in your clenched soaking pussy and moan.

“God I’m so tight Daddy, I need to be stretched out”, you say to your whimpering partner. You take your finger out and look at it, covered in your cum and wetness.

“Please let Daddy help you”, he says looking at your finger, licking his bottom lip. “You wanna help me Daddy?”, you kneel closer to James as he furiously nods.

“My fingers are awfully dirty, clean them for me”. You say sternly and put your cum-covered finger and your pointer finger to his lips. He obediently opens his mouth and runs his tongue up and down your fingers, yearning to taste every last drop of your cum and your ass.

“Good Daddy”. You unzip his pants and James sighs happily, finally expecting some release. You wriggle his trousers off and look at his sticky underwear.

“Daddy couldn’t help himself…looking at you release was…”. For the first time in, maybe ever, James March was lost for words. You smile at him and take his underwear off, his cock springing up, still rock hard. James gasps and tenses when you straddle him and push his dick against his stomach. You rub your wet pussy lips against his shaft and grind up and down a few times. Pornographic moans leave James’ mouth, as his throbbing and neglected cock finally gets touched. You put your hands on his shoulders and keep grinding on him, enjoying how hard teasing made him. Just as you’re about to stop grinding and sink down on his cock, James looks at you.

“I think Daddy has been teased enough”, James states slowly but sternly. “Now why don’t you hop on”, he suggests, pushing his hips up slightly, trying to enter you, your pussy firmly on his shaft, pushing it against his stomach. You clench your jaw, slightly angry and lean down close to James’ bitter face.

“I think Daddy forgot who’s in charge tonight”, you snap, raising your eyebrow at him. James sighs and rolls his eyes slightly, even now clearly not respecting the dominance you have over him. You slowly get off his lap and reach down to the floor and take out your favourite vibrator. Spreading your legs, you gently kneel close to him.

“I thought Daddy might like to stretch my soaking, tight pussy…”. You come closer to James blank face and say quietly, “But I can do it myself”. James’ expression immediately changes as you spread your legs further, getting ready to sink down on the vibrator.

“No no no… D-Daddy’s sorry”.

You stop moving right as your pussy rests on the top of the vibrator, ready to sink down at any moment. You look at James and raise your eyebrow.

“Let Daddy stretch you out… please”, he says. The please at the end quieter and softer than the rest.

“Why should I? Hm? When this will do the job too, and wont question my authority?”, you sternly say looking at James’ lips quiver, searching for things to say.

A pathetic “please” leaves his lips as he flicks between your serious expression and the vibrator touching your tight entrance, ready to fill you up.

“Beg for it” you call out.

James’ eyes widen and he makes a few indistinct noises before making coherent sentences.

“Please…I beg…Daddy needs to feel you”. You rest the vibrator down on the bed but don’t move your stance, indicating that he’s doing a good job, but needs to continue. James’ lips once again begin to quiver and search for the right thing to say.

“Please let Daddy make you feel good…allow me to serve you”, you smirk at his dirty words and straddle him like before, before you begin to grind down on his shaft once again. You rest your hands above his shoulders and lean your body closer to his, your mouth gently scraping his as you tease his dick. He looks you deep in the eyes as he groans before he quickly closes them and throws his head back. It takes you a few seconds to register that he was close before and grinding down on him brought him to his second orgasm of the night. Before he has a chance to fully come back down from his high, you slide his hard cock into your soaking pussy and sit up on him. Your hands return to your glowing breasts, which have soaked in all the oils from before and now are perkier and more beautiful than ever. You hold them as you begin to bounce on his cock. Messy moans and whimpers escape James’ lips as his overstimulated dick finally gets to stretch out your clenched, tight pussy. James’ hands hold onto the bed frame as he fights to keep his eyes open, so he can enjoy the sight of your boobs bouncing as you ride him. You shut your eyes tightly and moan louder with every bounce. James’ lets out harsh groans as he approaches close to yet another orgasm, his body twitching, and his hands clenched around the bed frame.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to”. James looks at you with his mouth open and short groans pouring out. If there’s one thing Mr March loved, it was telling you what to do. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you strain to hold your orgasm in until he gives you permission to release. Payback’s a bitch.

“You can cum once I do”, you say, jumping on his dick quicker, approaching your own high. James’ hips begin to thrust up to meet you as you forcefully drop down on his hard dick to speed up your impending orgasm. The second it arrives; you cry out and James’ releases in you. You continue hopping on James until his sexual groans turn into pained whimpers. You slide off him with a yelp and sit between his legs, watching him pant and try to catch his breath. You soft wrap your hand around his cock and put your face closer to it.

“Darling I promise…I can’t do anymore”, James begs as you stroke him gently. You pout dramatically as you put your other hand on his tummy and rub him lovingly.

“I was curious what it’s like to have a load down your throat”, you say innocently, looking at him. He’s received plenty of blowjobs in his life and you have given him a fair few, but always been hesitant about having him cum in your mouth. Knowing that this is a proposal he simply cannot refuse, you continue stroking his cock, and when he’s about to open his mouth to speak, you put yours around his tip and suckle. Instead of words, a small shaky exhale comes out of his lips. James loved to overstimulate you, so you knew exactly how tiring it is to be forced to cum multiple times back-to-back. You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him, looking at his tired expression and sweaty body.

“Daddy can help you with that”, James finally replies, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes, body going completely lax to give in to your pleasure. You happily slide as much of him as you can in your mouth, gagging along the way. Slow breaths come out of your nose as you suck him up and down, going deeper every time, trying not to choke as you take him down your throat. You hallow your cheeks and look up at him, trying to remember all the singular things that make James go crazy, and combining them. You hold his balls in your hand and gently squeeze and play with them as you suck the soul out of him. Eventually when his softening dick gets harder, he twitches and releases his last load in your mouth, which you immediately swallow, avoiding the taste. Trembling whines come out of his mouth as you suck from the bottom to the top and get off his dick with a popping sound. You can’t help but stare and admire him as he breathes heavily, looking up at the ceiling. You lay on his chest and kiss his lips once, a kiss he doesn’t reciprocate, as he’s too busy trying to catch his breath to even notice the affectionate peck.

“Not fair that you got to cum four times and I only came twice”, you say quietly, cupping his cheek. He looks at you and smirks, relaxed and back to his usual but tired self.

“I could assist you with that”. His words take you by surprise and you smile and chuckle.

“You still have energy in you? Didn’t I suck the life out of you?”

“I’m dead, dear”, he laughs. “But yes you did. My only purpose in life, however, is to serve you, and I will do that no matter how tired I am”. The romantic turnout makes you smile as you kneel over his face and watch him shuffle his head to get comfortable. The sight of him below you reactivates your dominance and turns you on immensely. You run your fingers through his hair and hold his head down as you hover your pussy just out of his reach. As you look down at him and think exactly what to say, he reads your mind..

“Please let me have a taste, I beg”. The words cause a shiver on your whole body and a tingle that goes straight between your legs. You smile at his submissiveness and sit on his face, James’ lips getting straight to work sucking. His once tired and lax face and body now completely awake and focussed on ravishing your core. His tongue dives between your folds and licks up and down repeatedly.

“You know what to do Daddy”, you manage to groan, between the tired moans and whimpers.

James puts his lips around your clit and sucks and spits like his life depended on it. You throw your head back and pull at his hair, pushing your pelvis as close to his mouth as possible. With one last powerful suckle you moan out as you release your last load of cum into his mouth. James sucks between your folds and laps up every last drop of what you make for him. You immediately after lay next to him and flop your arm over his sweaty chest.

James clears his throat which prompts you to look at him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, darling?”, he says, tugging at his cuffs. You laugh before getting the key and uncuffing him, then throwing on his shirt and quickly taking out your plug, before laying back down. James sits at the edge of the bed and rubs his wrists a few times, before picking up his underwear. Straight away a grimace covers his face as he drops the cum covered underwear on the floor and stands up to put on some fresh ones. You look at the ceiling dreamily, as he comes towards the bed and straddles you. Your eyes meet, full of love and passion, before he shows the pocketknife in his hand. Before you have time to react, he slices your throat and leans down to kiss your forehead. As your breaths deteriorate, he looks at you lovingly and cups your bloody cheek.

Soon, your soul appears behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. He looks at you smiling and kisses your knuckles.

“I must have you by my side, for eternity”.

“Just admit that was hot and you wanna do it again”, you giggle.

James smiles before quickly frowning, looking at the scar on your neck. He traces it gently with his thumb and looks at you, with sorrow in his eyes.

“I apologise dearest, I should have thought of a better way”, you shake your head smiling. His eyebrows come together in confusion at your grin.

“We can wear matching ascots”, you say cuddling up to his chest. A warm smile creeps back up on James’ face and he puts his arms around you and kisses your temple.

“I love you, kitten”. James whispers.

“It’s tiger”.

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A-Z Headcanon | Rock Lee X Re

@lady-doggo this one’s for you :D

A-Z Headcanons Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: 18+ Content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Obviously, you are going to be all drained after doing it, because come one.. Lee. So say no more, your man is already with a glass of water and towels and he honestly is so nice and sweet the entire time.

He might also be crying over the fact that you are HIS! Like wow, you're his! HIS!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s)

All. Of. You.! *But your thighs and your neck*

He loves to keep touching them again and again. You two cuddling? He needs to have one leg over your thigh and his face buried in your neck.

Or you two watching a movie together or just chilling in general, either he will have one hand on your thigh or around your shoulder creasing your neck softly without even noticing it.

C = Cuddling

Cuddling with Lee is more like him making being a pillow for you. He loves when you just lay on him, that way he gets to hug you even tighter or you being the small spoon is another thing he will appreciate.

*But return the favor by being the big spoon sometimes too, the guy loves to nuzzle in your neck remember?*

D = Dirty Secret

When you two weren't dating, he may or may not have seen you changing after a bath but OBVIOUSLY not on purpose. He was just passing by when he thought to visit you since you just came back from a mission. He peeped through the window, but what dirty is that he could take his eyes off you, he tried but he can't. But you know what is even dirtier? You knew all along so you put on a show for him.

E = Experience

You took his virginity. Yes, now don't argue with me. Bye. Read forward.

F = Favourite Position

Either him on top if he is in control but doesn't mind you on top too, he loves it when you take control. That just shows that you are having a good time too.

G = Goofy

He has a bad habit to misunderstand the situation, and when he does that in a very serious situation, you being you, cannot control your giggles. At least you two calm everybody down with this little dynamic of yours, in intense times.

H = Hair

You asked him if you can cut his hair, he is hesitant at first but lets you do it. If he likes the results, be ready for a weekly appointment with him.

I = Intimacy

He is not every intimate with PDA in public because his words are enough. He'll say very embarrassing and intimate stuff with a straight face in front of everyone as if it is nothing but just absolutely obvious. You literally turn into a tomato and he's like "What? I WILL marry you." Yeah, that sorta stuff, straight up.

And is very intimate physically when you two are together alone. Expect hugs, kisses, especially neck kisses out of nowhere.

J = Jack Off

No, he thinks that it is almost like cheating until you clarify that it is okay. It mainly consisted of you laughing at him and him being all fake angry and really embarrassed but still smiling watching you laugh.

But still won't do it that often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have that many but would love to tie you up sometimes when he is REALLY feeling himself.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

He likes doing it at home. But if you have any other ideas, he is shy but open to it *secretly wants to do it to*prefers

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

Watching you in general? You doing anything? He admires you a lot okay? Also, we cannot deny the fact that you are good at combat too so whenever you beat the shit out of someone, expect it coming that night. Or as soon as you two get alone together.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lee won’t do anything that you aren’t okay with. You’re his world and he can’t imagine hurting you or making you uncomfortable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lee abso-fucking-lutely loves eating you out. He’s actually really good at it. He had a huge performance pressure but once you guided him, he's a pro now. Lee is a fast learner and it didn’t take him long to figure out what makes you fall apart.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually is a slow and sensual type of person but he is one moment away from beating that vibrator of yours if you say "faster" even once while doing it. Whatever YOU want remember?

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

So remember he gets turned on by watching you being a badass? Bro you ARE going to get a quickie that very day in a bathroom stall.

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

He is not big on taking risks, but if you want it, he'll do it. Very cautious the entire time though.

S = Stamina

Come one, we're talking about Lee here. Lee can go for as long as you want with no break.

T = Toy

Lee doesn’t own any. Lee generally prefers to use his own hands instead. But sometimes like to use a vibrator on you and then take you on once you are all ready.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tried but always melted under your pleas. But you can TOTALLY do it back to him. He will fall for it easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is kinda loud. But if it is a risky place he's going to bury his face in the nape of your neck to avoid it but mostly to make sure that only you listen to them and you know what you're doing to him.

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon because I cannot think of anything starting with W)

He loves it when you cook for him. He's having a bad day? Cook him a gooood meal. He's going to pull you to his lap and feed you too while he rests his head on your shoulder. Run your hands through his hair, please. This way he feels acknowledged that you KNOW how hard he works. Sure he gets praises for him being the best at Taijutsu but he needs motivation and acknowledgment through the process too.

X = X-Ray

He is not a "buffed" buffed kind of guy but sure is full of muscles. Come on, he probably does like 1000000 pushups a day.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not that much actually, he's more of an if you're down then I'm down kind of guy.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He makes sure that you are comfortable and once that is done. Goodnight world. He is KNOCKED OUT! Will try to stay up if you are in a chatty mood but since you know he already works too much the entire day, you let him sleep.

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