#wise x male reader

[bloody-night]

Thinking abt Wise and him giving you a reverse cowgirl 🙏

His hands resting on your thighs, as his face is red as a tomato, embarrassed to even move. His beautiful pale body, exposed for you. In which you can see his gorgeous back, and perfect but small ass. Wise remained still, as he had your cock stuffed inside him, the girth was enough for him, so was the length.

A sigh escaped his lips as he started rolling his hips, feeling your hand rest his hip. “Relax, proxy… go steady.” You assured, hand rubbing his ass to soothe him.

“Y-yea…” He stuttered, biting his lip as he continued with his movements. Deep, sensual rolls that made him feel just how deep you were in him. His shoulders were red, blushing just like his face. Wise let out soft pants, trying to stay quiet even if the two of you were currently alone in the video store together.

The grey haired could feel every vein from your cock, graze the innards of his ass, causing his own erect member to twitch with anticipation. It leaked with pre, eagerly waiting to be touched. Wise couldn’t do it himself, he was already overwhelmed with you inside him.

From slow rolling, to now rhythmic bouncing, Wise would let out occasional moans onto the air. His stomach felt warm, he sensed he was close, and so did you, too. His muscles tensing up as he sped to reach his high, forgetting about your own needs as he chased his own. “C-cumming—!” He warned, before feeling him tighten around you, causing you to grunt as you were close too, but couldn’t finish the same time as him.

Wise panted as his cock released ropes onto the sheets, as some trailed onto his base. He tried to regain his breath, before feeling you grab his body, forcing him to lay his back on your chest. His head turned to look at you with shock. “W-what are yo-“ “I’m sure I haven’t finished yet, so…” You cut him off as you moved your legs upwards, feet flat and sturdy onto the bed, as Wise’s hips were lifted upwards, still feeling your cock inside him.

“W-wait—!” Wise stuttered, before getting cut off with a moan, feeling you thrust deeper inside him than he’s thought. A string of moans left the younger one’s mouth, his hands gripping your arms which were around his stomach.

The way he was held, the feeling of your dick hitting deeper inside him made him see stars in his vision. Poor Wise, overstimulated as his fleshy walls were nothing but mush around you. His own cock still erect and overstimulated, that each slap it did against his stomach made him jolt with stinging sensation.

Wise’s moans were music to your ears, his mouth close to your ear.

You held his body, grunting with each thrust you gave him. Balls slapping against your skin as the squelching could be heard from Wise’s hole, swallowing you in for more. “Sorry, Wise… but, agh.. I need to reach my high too.” You stared, grunting as you bit into the drooling and cock drunk man’s shoulder, certainly creating a bruise later.

Wise couldn’t form thoughts anymore, only endure the rough fucking you gave him, he could feel everything, he couldn’t see nor hear clearly anymore. His heart pounded in his ears, drool left his lips, as he could simply moan in overwhelming pleasure.

“ ‘M going to fill you up, okay? Fill you up realll good..—“ You whispered onto his ear, only receiving a slurred “yes”.

Wise whimpered as he felt you draw your cock outwards, before gasping as you thrusted deep inside, finally painting his walls white.

You grunted, feeling Wise’s insides spasm around you, as well as his entire body twitch. You filled him up, before giving final thrusts to push your cum deeper inside him, earning whines from your boyfriend.

Sorry that it escalated lol

[bitter-me]

Want You Gone

Wise | M. Reader as GLaDOS [Portal 2]

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"Oh.. it's you.."

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It took a while to get used to FAIRY being in the HDD. But once they do, their job becomes so much easier! FAIRY's been an amazing help to them, despite the increase in.. electric bill..

They'll think they'll get used to all this advanced AI stuff.. but no.. clearly they didn't..

In the middle of their commission, FAIRY began to glitch. Huh? FAIRY? Glitching..? This shouldn't be happening. The AI is incredibly advanced. Who could have done such a thing? Who is powerful enough to result in this?

"Um.. FAIRY..?"

"Hello."

The siblings are taken aback by an unknown voice. An unknown robotic voice. Is this someone using a voice distortion..? Who is this person..? And how did they manage to do all of this!?

"FAIRY.. an artificial intelligence program that specializes in Hollow exploration.. to think that people like you actually got a hold of it.."

The siblings went silent as they listened to the robotic voice speak. His tone is monotone yet.. somewhat condescending..? There's like an air of superiority with the way he speaks. Intentional or not.

"Who are you?" Wise spoke up, he needs answers. Did they just get hacked..? Again..? Even with FAIRY? Whoever this person is.. they're certainly a formidable one.

"You'll know me soon enough."

That's all he says before the connection is severed.

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It's weird.

They got hacked even with FAIRY?

And after troubleshooting nothing seems to be wrong. Everything is in order. The hacker didn't mess with any of their data. Didn't even touch it! It's like he only glanced at it and immediately deemed them as useless!

Just who are they facing now..?

The sound of a customer coming in cut through the silence as the figure looked around the store with a neutral, almost bored expression. The ends of their pristine lab coat waves as they walk. A lab coat... are they with..

"Excuse me, are you the manager of this place?" A robotic voice cuts in, addressing the nearest person there while holding a videotape in hand. That person just so happens to be Wise. "I like to return this tape. A.. friend.. of mine rented it a few days ago." An Intelligent Construct. He seems to be like Qingyi but is working in some kind of institute based on his clothing and that tone.. a no-nonsense person by the looks of it. Who would have thought someone like him would be returning a tape for a friend..

"Of course, I'll take that off of your hand." Wise stated as he took the videotape and noted that it's 7710 and Its Cat. A nice adventure movie. "What's your friend's name? I need to update it on our system."

The Intelligent Construct went silent for a moment as if he's trying to remember their name until he spoke up in a calm tone. "Chell."

Upon hearing the name Wise look through their system only to furrow his eyebrow. Huh.. that name.. "Um, are you sure that's the correct name? I don't see it in our system." "I'm sure. Let me see." Before Wise could even comprehend what's happening the other had his hand on the top right of the monitor as he moved closer to see the screen.

"There." He use his other hand to point at the name. It's there. 'Chell.' Clearly stated in their system. What. Perhaps he stayed up for too long last night.. "Right.. sorry." Wise quickly finish the administration needed. Trying to get out of this awkward and embarrassing situation as fast as possible.

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"Tempering their data with the guise of a customer.. how subtle of you.. y'know you're scaring them. Right?"

"Who says I'm scaring anyone? I think I'm being literal."

The other could only sigh at his words. Literal, huh.. sure.. getting into their system and tempering with their data was just him being literal.

"What are you going to do with them?"

Why is he so obsessed with them? What is he trying to do? What is he going to do? So many questions yet they remain unanswered..

He was silent at first, although through the silence, it's almost as if he's judging them for not knowing something so simple. A common knowledge. "Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm putting them out of commission."

The person went silent at the answer that was given to them. They then let out a sigh. My.. what would they think.. what would the siblings.. the store managers.. Phaeton would think..

If they knew the AI that's trying to end them was created by their teacher?

[rororonyan]

Brazilian folklore, it's said that amazonian pink dolphins, or 'Botos' turn into beautiful men at night, and woo nearby women, before transforming back to dolphins at dawn.

[fakesimp]

This is just personal opinion.

But hear me out—

Aether — power bottom

Caelus — switch ( leaning to sub )

Wise — soft dom

Male Rover — sub

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about Mike and the kinks he likes to indulge in 18+

Pairing: top male reader x Mike Schmidt

cw: riding,

Thinking about Mike who loves when you play with his hair, who will lay his head on your lap just to feel your fingers running through the curls at the back of his neck, body relaxing in your embrace, soft hums escaping his lips and goosebumps raising across his body every time your nails scratch his skin.

He feels content almost too content because soon he‘s squirming around on the couch while sporting a boner.

You don’t notice it at first too engulfed in your tv show as you continue to rack your hands through his hair, and each time you do so he feels his cock twitch in attention.

He tries to be subtle about it, pressing his thighs together while you aren’t looking but he’s being so loud, whines and whimpers tumbling past his lips as the spot on his sweats darkens every time he squeezes his legs together.

It doesn’t take much before you catch him red handed, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips while he profusely apologizes for getting a boner, because how embarrassing isn’t it that he’s getting hard while you’re just playing with his hair.

But he doesn’t get to dwell too long in his embarrassment as he feels his cock hard and aching between his legs.

Mike’s eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed and hands immediately grabbing for your thighs.

“Please please,” he croaks out, while tugging at your sweats.

“What do you want pretty?” You say, hands gently running through his hair, before yanking at it slightly when he doesn’t answer your question. “Words Mike”

“Please, please touch me sir” he croaks out while nuzzling his face into your leg and oh how can you deny such a sweet request

It doesn’t take much before he’s straddling your waist stark naked and sinking down on your length with his brown curls tangled in between your fingers

Usually he’d hide his face in your neck, too shy to show how good you’re making him feel but with your hand in his hair he has no choice but to show you the fat tears trickling down his face, cheeks flushed and drool dribbling down his chin as he practically bounces in your lap

The pain from your rough grip only sends jolts of pleasure coursing through his body and before he knows of it he’s tipping over the edge, hole clenching around your length and ropes of cum spurting on both your abdomens.

“So hair pulling huh?” You mutter into his hair as he slumps down into your embrace, your words only earning a slap to your chest.

[takusan-no-ai]

Bocca della Verità

PAIRING: Belle x Male Reader (Familia) (Angst)

SUMMARY: Wise and Belle finally have the talk with (Y/N) about their secrecy.

Eous waited patiently in the corner of the room; next to the hdd system to be exact. There stood Wise, Belle, and (Y/N) around the couch. The former two closer to each other. The tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

(Y/N) stared at his older sister and brother, clutching his arm with his other. His eyes held a blank stare. And his face devoid of any emotion. He was closed off, simply put.

Wise didn’t look any better, the only difference being that he wasn’t as obviously depressed. The situation didn’t help either of them; his eyes were evident of that. His bags under them finally making a reappearance.

Belle held a forced smile on her face. Trying to inch the two of them closer, but to no avail. Neither budged. Not out of a sense of pettiness. They simply didn’t feel like moving closer.

Eous walked up to the group, a tray with three cups of water in his hands. They all, though clearly uncomfortable, sat down on the couch. (Y/N) in the middle with Belle on his right and Wise on his left.

“So…,” Belle trailed off, sweating pinballs. “Uh…about…Phaethon.” Wise took a deep breath and gently held his younger brother’s hand.

“We’re sorry.” He put it plain and simple. Trying to look into his brother’s eyes. (Y/N) turned away from him, staring at Belle instead. The latter gulped silently, her hands shaking ever so slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” (Y/N) asked her. And for a moment Belle thought she was back in time. To Old Eridu. Where he was wide eyed and happily clinging onto his sister. His eyes now held that same innocence, only they bear a great sorrow in them. She guiltily looked down at her hands.

“We didn’t want you to get involved; we were worried that you couldn’t handle it. Proxy work is dangerous, illegal, and you were so young—,”

“So were you.” He cut her off. They had maintained eye contact through that exchange, and (Y/N)’s eyes were close to filling up with tears. “What would I have done if you were both arrested? Or died? Living on knowing that I knew nothing of my only family.”

Wise squeezed (Y/N)’s hand, using his other to make his brother look at him. “There’s no excuse for what we did. We got involved in so much at a young age. And we should’ve told you much sooner. It…it just became so much easier to put it off. To avoid the problem. To avoid the inevitable.”

“How long have you both been doing this?” (Y/N) asked Wise.

“For some years now. A lot of years.”

“How can I trust that this isn’t the only secret? What illegal activities did you do? What kind of commissions?”

Belle stood up immediately and grasped her little brother’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. “We never stepped over the line; everything we did was innocent. Helping someone get lost objects. Rescuing people stuck in hollows. We would never hurt someone else intentionally. Much less put your own life at risk.”

(Y/N) removed Belle and Wises tight grasp, standing up. He walked toward the hdd system where he stared at “Fairy”. Their helpful a.i. He frowned. His face slowly becoming more and more visibly enraged.

“You’re both so damn patronizing! Protecting me…saying I wouldn’t be able to handle it! As if that was ever on your mind. I know this is all for some petty revenge. Because of some stupid teacher? Your trust in me is so little you’d keep a secret for almost a decade…to a teacher.” Every word he said was clearly laced with venom.

“She wasn’t just a teacher.” Wise said firmly, now scowling at his brother. The two stood looking at each other, the distance between them being a symbol of their trust. Belle stood between the two, still trying to play peace maker.

“She really wasn’t just a teacher, (Y/N).” Belle said to him softly.

He smiled, half his face illuminated by the led light emitting from the screens. He looked at Belle and Wise. His eyes holding a new glow to them.

“Then what was she?”

Neither of the two spoke. And (Y/N) laughed. Loudly. “You can’t even say it.”

“It’s not for the reasons you think! We just…need to prove her innocence more than anything. That’s why we’re the proxies that we are.” Belle interjected.

“So, it’s safe to assume the others know? The Cunning Hares. Belobog Industries. Victoria Housekeeping. The list goes on and on.”

His face contorted into a crestfallen smile. Now he was crying.

“Was I the last to know? Was I so unimportant that everyone could just forget about me and keep everything hush-hush.” His voice made his words nearly impossible to understand, the tears clouding his mind.

Wise and Belle walked up to (Y/N) slowly and hugged him.

“You were the last the know. And we’re so sorry.” Belle said, crying herself.

“We’d never considered you unimportant. We love you. And we’re sorry we hurt you with our lies and secrets.” Wise said, crying as well.

Reluctantly, (Y/N) hugged them back.

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…

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“I still love you too.”

- Fin

[shortkingvince]

Solomon's Lovely Apprentice

Minors DNI

Pt. 2

Solomon wanting to be bred knowing full well it would be impossible to get him pregnant, and the fact he wouldn't even want to actually be pregnant if it WERE possible, but loving the idea of being pounded so hard it defies biology...

Dom!Top!MC x Sub!Bottom!Solomon

Warnings: Solomon has a breeding kink without actually wanting to get pregnant, he just wants to be pounded to death, he wants to be the one to be bred, reader is amab. Pronouns are gender neutral.

No actual sex in this part, just Solomon's imagination running wild. An old man can dream.

Also I wrote this at 3 am with a wrist brace on due to an injury, Obey Me brainrot hit so hard that I defied such weakness /j

This is being posted at 4 am, I am eepy deepy

Solomon: Am I pregnart? /ref (This is not an MPreg fic, I don't do pregnancy fics in general, I just thought it would be silly to write Solomon desperately wanting to be bred until he can't even think)

Yes there will be a part two

NSFW under the cut

Pants filled the air, frustration welling up in the white-haired sorcerer as he desperately palmed at the tent in his pants. This had been happening far more often lately, his fantasies running wild each time he thought about you, his favorite apprentice.

He found himself rushing off to his room regularly now, unable to keep his thoughts of you at bay. He always looked so composed on the outside, but it felt like he had a raging wildfire on the inside. One that only you could quell.

He had been dropping hints here and there. Some were less obvious, with others being so obvious that he knows there's no way you aren't playing dumb on purpose. He had been doing everything he could to rile you up and get you to just take him then and there, but each attempt ended in failure.

His mind drifted away from his frustrations for a moment, fantasizing about the things he wanted you to do to him. He thought about you finally, finally bending him over and practically ripping his clothes off, giving him barely any time to use a spell to sound proof his room and lock the door.

His cock only continued to protest against the confines of his clothing. In one quick move he all but ripped his pants and boxers off, just how you did in his fantasy but without the damage to his clothes. He thought about how you'd waste no time in touching him, exploring his body and the markings he had from all the pacts he was in.

You'd trace each one, teasing him as your faint touches only fueled the blood rushing to his weeping cock. You'd trace your hand around his thighs, going so close to where he wanted you before you pulled back, staring down at him like he was some piece of prey.

He could barely control his breathing as fantasy you went back again and squeezed one of his thighs, making him let out a shaky breath. He finally let his hand start to travel towards his cock, imagining it was yours instead. Fuck, he needed you. The demon brothers were always dragging you away, giving him little time to have you for even a day.

The frustration that was building up at that thought vanished as soon as he touched his cock, making him let out a small gasp of surprise, as if it wasn't his own hand touching him. His eyes were squeezed closed as he continued to imagine you, your strokes were slow and teasing, circling the head of his cock every so often. It felt like you were trying to drive the poor man mad.

He suppressed a shiver as "you" suddenly circled a finger around his rim, hearing "you" mutter a spell that lubricated your fingers as you teased the outside of his entrance. Normally he'd be embarrassed by the moan he let out as his finger breached his hole in reality, but he couldn't care less since all he could focus on was you in his imagination. He gave himself a moment to adjust before he started to move the finger inside of him, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining how you'd look at him as you fingered him. How you'd mock and tease him for getting so worked up over one finger. Or maybe you'd coo at him, telling him how pretty he looks under you. Either one was driving him wild as he slipped a second finger inside of himself.

He started off slow at first, using his fingers to drag along his insides in a way that made him shiver. It wasn't long before his patience ran thin though, quickly ramming his fingers inside and out of him as he moaned your name into his empty room, the wet squelching causing his face to heat up in embarrassment at how he was acting, but he just couldn't stop himself. He used his other hand to tug at his cock, stroking himself fast as he got closer to his release.

It wasn't enough, it just wasn't enough. He needed your cock so badly. He needed to be bred by you even though he knew it was physically impossible for him to get pregnant. Hell, he didn't even WANT to get pregnant if he could, but the thought of you fucking him so hard and deep that it defied the literal laws of nature turned him on so badly that it hurt. He needed your cum deep inside him, pounding your seed from previous rounds even deeper into him until he couldn't even think properly.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out a deep moan as he finally came all over his shirt, having forgotten to remove it earlier in his frantic state. Once he finally snapped back to reality and gently pulled his fingers out of him, he couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of his cum seeping through his shirt. That only made him think about what you'd say if you saw him so desperate like this though, frustration welling up again as he felt himself rub his thighs together.

Fuck.

He used a spell to clean his hands quickly as he grabbed his DDD, searching for your name as he finally sent you a message.

monSOLO: "Please, I need you so badly, just come over and fuck me already."

monSOLO: "I know you've seen my hints. I've seen how you look at me when I've given you them. Come over. Please."

monSOLO: "I know you're reading my messages right now. Fuck...come over. Please."

He was almost ready to give up and accept defeat until he suddenly saw the three moving dots signifying you were typing. He gripped his phone as if it would slip from his hands any moment. His cock slowly started to twitch back to life as he read your message.

MC: "I'm coming over right now. I hope you aren't planning on using your legs too much tomorrow, I'm not letting you go until I've drained every last drop I have into you."

Fuck. You truly were going to drive him mad, in the best way he could ever ask for from his lovely apprentice.

[ihaznoclue]

Masterlist!(I can literally not put any more posts on here T-T)

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

Von Lycaon

Forgiveness

Fashion Designer

Neat and Tidy

I like you already

Farther Friend

Strong and Tall

Cute but deadly

You deserve a break

Yokai

Liar..

I'm listening

Kidnapped

The quiet type

Affected

You deserve a break 2

I don't wanna die

Sticky Situation

She's one of a kind

Protect you at all costs

You forgot your lunch

Playing with your hand is my comfort

Maid outfit

No control

You're how old?

You safe now

Liar... Part 2

Stealing habit

Kidnapped Part 2

You deserve something

Ellen Joe

You work to hard

Clinginess

Pretend to be my Mother

Blind and Cute

I'm listening

Sticky Situation

Protect you at all costs

Shy little fox

Maid outfit

Billy Kid

Reunited

You never listen

Here let me help you

Virus cold

Strong and Tall

You are like me

Ex-propmaker

I'm sorry

Affected

Felt bad

Sticky Situation

She's one of a kind

Protect you at all costs

Playing with your hand is my comfort

You deserve something

Nicole Demara

Fashion Designer

Amnesia

Nurse to the rescue

I'm sorry

Too tired

Photo genius

Chilling out together

Protect you at all costs

Confession

Little spoon

You deserve something

Anby Demara

Pocky challenge

I'm sorry

Protect you at all costs

Nekomata | Nekomiya Mana

Amnesia

Blind and Cute

Yokai

I'm sorry

I'm listening

Too tired

Grew up together

Sticky Situation

Shy little fox

You're how old?

Anton Ivanov

Best boyfriend

Badass

Injuried

She's one of a kind

You forgot your lunch

Grace Howard

Badass

Tickle fight

I'm listening

Ben Bigger

Badass

Yokai

You forgot your lunch

You're how old?

Koleda Belogbog

Badass

You're how old?

Wise

Affection

Night owl vs Early bird

You deserve something

Belle

I like you too

Confession

Little spoon

You deserve something

-A<3

[sketched-boy]

Hi

I want to make friends, mutuals or anything. Meet people to talk about common interests, fangirl/fanboy, share ideas and opinions...

But I'm not fully sure how to make it :') I am too old for this?

Feel free to follow or DM me, I promise I'm chill :'D

Here I leave a list of my interest:

Lately I'm interested mostly in reading and writting.

My main fandoms are: Genshin Impact, Zenless Zone Zero and my beloved Final Fantasy XV and Mystic Messenger.

From Genshin Impact I love to read about Wanderer / Scaramouche / Kabukimono, Lyney, Xiao, Aether mostly. These are some of the ships/pairings I read more about the characters:

Scaramouche / Wanderer: Tartaglia, Sethos, Aether, Reader*

Lyney: Aether, Xiao and Aether, Reader*

Xiao: Aether, Aether and Lyney

From Zenless Zone Zero I love to read about Asaba Harumasa, Seth Lowell , Wise and Belle. These the ships/pairings I read about the characters:

Asaba Harumasa: Seth Lowell, Wise, Reader*

Seth Lowell: Asaba Harumasa, Wise, Reader*

Wise: Asaba Harumasa, Seth Lowell, Reader*

Belle: Reader**

From Final Fantasy XV I love all the four Chocobros. Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia. The ships I love more:

OT4 (Prompto x Noctis x Gladio x Ignis)

Prompto: Noctis, Gladio, Ignis, Ravus, Reader*

Noctis: Prompto, Reader*

Gladio: Prompto, Reader*

Ignis: Prompto, Reader*

Ravus: Prompto, Reader*

Maybe I will update it, for now, this is all ( ;^;)>

*Reader: Only Gender Neutral reader or Male reader (Its a plus if its Trans Male) In case of NSFW almost exclusive being top. Fem reader when it's not NSFW too.

**Reader: Only Gender Neutral reader or Male reader no NSFW, except if it's Trans Male Reader.

[roseyrays]

lighter x male reader x wise poly relationship anyone?? :3

[princeofbriar]

Frozen Prince!Reader 👀

Listeeeen: I've never watched Frozen but the idea of a Reader who is based on Elsa inspired me.

You're beautiful, agonizingly so. Attracting attention wherever you go, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the students you pass. Or perhaps you're just unaffected by them. Uncaring and indifferent to people who mean nothing to you. Yet it draws them in like moths to a flame. But you’re also hard to reach. Some claim you’re an ice prince, frozen heart untouchable, and some believe you’re just reserved. Whatever it is, you’re terribly isolated from the general populace. Maybe a resident ‘fixer’ can bring you out of your shell? 👀 (cough yuu cough)

Ace is stupid obsessed with you. You're his upperclassman by a year, but tries to be casual with you like he is with everyone. It's hard to do so when you're crushing hard on someone. Deuce is similarly afflicted, but he’s not so bullheaded about approaching you like Ace. Maybe you just want to be left alone…

Yuu is at least known by everyone, but he’s not been able to get to know you. He usually jus grinds himself in situations where he gets to know people, but when it comes to approaching you he has no idea where to start. Does he just say hi?

[die-die-mydarling-xx]

Since your taking requests would you mind doing nsfw one with Bottom Thomas x Top male Reader where the scenario is like reader was captured for meat and is in the basement with Thomas.

I don't have a ton of experience writing top reader but I've been excited to get to this one >:)

Thomas Hewitt x Top! Male! Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Blood and Gore, y'know. They be killing people

This got WAY longer than expected lol hope you enjoy!

As you came to your senses, you immediately noticed the throbbing pain in your head and a distinct soreness in your arms. The last thing you remembered before now was getting cracked over the head with the butt of a pistol by the particularly rude sheriff who had pulled you over in the middle of nowhere. Okay, maybe you'd been going a little too fast, but nothing that warranted this kind of treatment . . .

As you became more aware of your surroundings, you realized you were dangling by your wrists a good few feet above the ground. That explained the soreness you could feel. Looking up, you could see that your wrists were bound together and the rope was strung over a rather large and wicked-looking meat hook. You could feel your heart starting to race in your chest, although by the maroon stains encrusting the majority of the hook's surface, you should consider yourself lucky that you were only hung by the rope around your wrists.

Looking around, you seemed to be in a basement; the room was dimly lit, with a set of stairs leading up in the corner. The space was cluttered, and specifics were hard to make out in the low light. But you could still tell the scene around you was straight out of a horror movie. All kinds of sharp implements littered every table, as well as what looked to be severed limbs and human bones. Where the hell were you?

You took a deep breath to try to steady yourself, knowing you had to at least try to come up with a plan. You studied the hook above your head. Considering the rope binding your wrists was only slung over the hook, maybe you could slip it right off . . .

Swinging your legs to build momentum, you heaved your body forward and up; for a moment, you thought the rope would slide right off the hook, but to your dismay it caught on the sharp tip. It took everything in you not to yell out in pain as gravity heaved the weight of your body back down. Your already aching shoulders protested as they pulled by the downward force. A small whimper escaped you, and you had to take several deep breaths to center yourself again. But you were so close, you knew you had to try again.

You swore it was the last of your strength this time as you once again swung yourself forward. This time, you felt the rope come free of the hook. You wanted to cry out victoriously, but you knew had to keep quiet. You fell to the ground, your fall broken by several inches of dirty water that covered the floor of the room. Luckily, it prevented the impact from being too hard, but it did make a loud splash as you landed. The smell of strange chemicals and other things you didn't want to think about assaulted your nose as the water soaked your clothes.

As you struggled to your feet, you could hear a commotion above you. There was the sound of someone yelling, and heavy footfalls-- you realized you recognized the voice. It was the sheriff. Cursing under your breath, you frantically looked around for somewhere to hide. You quickly ducked under a table as the door at the top of the stairs was flung open.

"--can't take a liking to 'im, make sure you get him good this time!" The sheriff was yelling, as the heavy footsteps continued down the stairs. There was only one pair of steps coming down the stairs. You wondered who the sheriff was talking to.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to try and quiet your panicked breathing as you saw a pair of legs passing the table you crouched under. You realized suddenly that whoever was in the basement now, it wasn't the sheriff-- this was someone else. As the strange man seemed to spot the empty meat hook, he began searching the basement for you. You didn't have much time now before you were found. You knew that he knew you were still in the basement; aside from the stairs, the only way out was a window that was too high and too small for you to escape out of.

As the legs disappeared from your view and the sounds of movement faded somewhat, you slowly crawled out the other side of the table. Standing, you spotted a meat cleaver on the table you'd been hiding under. You hastily snatched it up, cringing at the slightly tacky feel of the handle. With your hands still bound, you knew you wouldn't be able to wield it very effectively, but it was better than nothing.

Now that you were standing, you could see the man more clearly. You didn't think you could've been more terrified, but somehow you were at the sight of him. He was both tall and broad, not holding a weapon as far as you could see, but from the look of him he'd hardly need one. You dreaded the inevitable moment in which he'd spot you. The meat cleaver shook in your hands as you tried to slowly and quietly make your way towards your only option for escape: the stairs. Despite your best efforts, each step you took splashed quietly, and you'd only taken a few before the man turned around, locking eyes with you. You froze, holding the meat cleaver out in front of you with both hands.

You weren't expecting the bright, intense blue of the man's gaze as it locked with yours. It took you off guard for a second. The man was wearing what looked like a brown leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, making it hard to read his expression, but it didn't look like there was any malice or hatred in his eyes. In fact, he looked . . . almost intrigued as he watched you intensely. He started to advance towards you.

"I don't want to hurt you," you cried out, jabbing the cleaver at the air in front of you. "But I will if I have to!"

The man paused, looking you up and down. He didn't seem intimidated at your threats, not that you'd really expected him to. Even with the large knife you held, you weren't sure if you'd be able to overpower him. He started towards you again, and you tightened your grip on the cleaver. Suddenly, the words the sheriff had been shouting at him earlier sunk in. You had another plan.

"You don't want to do this, do you?" You said, feeling a little ridiculous to even say the words. The entire room around you said otherwise, but you were willing to try anything in that moment. "You don't want to . . . he's making you."

The man slowed, then stopped again. This time he seemed almost like he was struggling internally with something. He hadn't said a word this whole time, so you had to wonder if anything you were saying was really getting through to him. He began to slowly circle you, though he wasn't moving towards you anymore. You carefully kept him in your line of sight, not sure what he was trying to do now.

The door at the top of the stairs banged open, letting a weak beam of light into the basement. You could just make out a figure at the top of the stairs. "Tommy! Hurry it up down there!"

His words were drowned out by the roar of a chainsaw starting up, and you let out a cry of fear as you turned your attention back to the man in the basement. In the second you'd looked away, he'd managed to arm himself, and he wasted no time swinging the chainsaw at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the basement door swing shut, cutting off the little light it had let in. The cleaver was knocked easily from your hands.

You held your hands up in a vain attempt to protect your face. All you could hear was the buzz of the chainsaw, you could practically feel it as it neared you. Suddenly, you felt the rope around your wrists loosen, and you braced yourself for the cutting pain you were sure would follow. When several moments passed and nothing happened, you slowly lowered your arms and opened your eyes. The man-- Tommy?-- stood in front of you, that intense gaze still fixed on your face. The chainsaw still roared away, but he held it almost non-threateningly by his side. The rough rope fell away from your wrists, having been severed by the chainsaw blade. You rubbed at your sore wrists, still terrified, but more than that you were puzzled.

"You . . . aren't going to kill me?" You asked in surprise, watching as Tommy set the chainsaw back on one of the tables, the engine slowly sputtering out. He took a step closer to you, putting the two of you almost face to face, although you had to look up to meet his gaze. You flinched slightly as he suddenly reached out to touch your face. The touch was surprisingly gentle despite the rough, calloused feel of his palms and the strength evident in him. His hands skimmed over the contours of your face and into your hair. Despite the fear you still felt, the fact that he touched you so gently was sort of endearing. Without hardly thinking about it, you reached out to rest a hand on his forearm, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin. You swallowed hard.

A little hesitantly, you reached up to the mask he wore. He seemed startled for a moment, but didn't move to stop you. You carefully pulled it off his face, taking in the features underneath with surprise. Strangely, the man seemed to be lacking a nose-- and even more strangely, you still found him very attractive. When he leaned down towards you, you didn't hesitate to meet him halfway and press your lips together in a surprisingly tender kiss. He was somewhat lacking in technique, but it was more than made up for in enthusiasm. When you found yourself licking into his mouth, the low groan he let out had you gripping the fabric of the stained apron he wore.

One of his hands rested on the back of your head, gently tangling into your hair. You gripped Tommy's hip with your free hand, using the leverage to pull him closer to you. You were drinking in the low noises he made as you ground your hips into him. This wasn't just about staying alive; you found yourself enthralled by this strange man, and you wanted more.

He didn't put up any resistance as you pushed him back towards a relatively clear table. You only broke the kiss for a moment as you pushed him down onto the table. You were breathing hard, but this time it was from excitement rather than fear. The rollercoaster of emotions you'd been on had your head feeling like it was spinning, but it was strangely pleasant. You pressed your lips to Tommy's once again, hungrily this time, as your hands went to the zipper on his pants. You could clearly feel how hard he was already, even before you unzipped his pants to free his cock. It was so thick you could barely fit your hand around it, and the almost desperate moans he let out as you stroked him let you know he'd probably never done this before. The thought was exciting, making your own cock strain painfully in the confines of your pants. You quickly freed it with your spare hand, sighing in relief against Tommy's mouth as you stroked yourself a few times.

Pulling back from the kiss, you looked down at the man before you on the table. He was flushed, panting, and already leaking pre cum with your hand around his cock. The sight sent a jolt through you that made you rut your length against Tommy's still-clothed ass. You knew you needed to have him, and now.

You practically yanked his pants down to his ankles in your desperation, kneading his ass with the hand that wasn't wrapped around his cock. He was looking at you with those wide blue eyes, the expression so different from the one you'd seen not half an hour earlier. The thought made you smirk as you looked him over.

"You're doing so good for me," you murmured as you stroked a finger over his hole. He practically growled in response, thrusting his hips up into your hand. You pressed a hand flat against his hip, as if to hold him down, though if he didn't want to stay like that you knew you probably wouldn't be able to make him.

"Wait," you instructed in a firm tone, and you could see him swallow heavily in response. Carefully, you pushed a finger into him, starting to work him open. He let out a groan as you did so, squirming slightly on the table, but it was clear he was trying to do what you said. As you could feel him relaxing around you, you added another finger, then another. His thick cock was drooling pre cum onto his hip, and you thought he might cum before you even got yourself inside of him.

"Are you ready?" You asked in a low voice, almost shaking with the anticipation of being inside him. He gripped at you like he was trying to pull you closer, and though it looked like he was starting to fall apart, you could tell he was still trying not to hurt you. You pushed yourself inside him slowly but insistently, moaning in satisfaction as you bottomed out in him. Tommy's grip on you tightened, feeling almost painful, but you didn't care at that point as you started thrusting. He felt so good around you, his tight hole squeezing you perfectly. Picking up the pace of your thrusts, you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached your peak.

You leaned down to kiss him again, much more sloppily as your hips slapped against his. You started stroking and squeezing his cock in time with your thrusts, and from the grunts and groans he let out into your mouth, you could tell he wouldn't last much longer.

"Come on," you said low in his ear. "Cum for me."

That was all it took to send him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand as he came. You could feel his spurts of cum paint your stomach, and the noise he made as he came along with the way he clenched around you was too much for you. You came inside him with a loud groan, feeling your own cum filling him as you sloppily thrust into him a few more times.

Exhausted from all the events of the past few hours, you collapsed against Tommy's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing under you as you wondered what the hell you'd gotten yourself into.

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

WARNING!: Working on corpses, a bit graphic, cutting open of bodies, organ removal, what Coroner’s usually do, cursing AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Part 11 - Inspections

Kenspeckle got out two Scalpels and gave one to M/n. He took it and carefully cut into one of the eyes. Black liquid started to leak out almost as soon as the eye was opened. M/n cringed. The only thing he hates was testing, inspecting and cutting open eyeballs...

“These...these are Necromancy remains.”, Kenspeckle informed.

“Looks like black ink to me...”, M/n muttered.

“Necromancy is black.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Is that how they died ?”, Ghastly asked.

Kenspeckle shook his head.

“No. This just means that Necromancy killed them. If Necromancy killed a person, it stays in the body and after a certain time, the eyes turn black and this will happen when you cut the eye open.”, the Doctor answered.

“So we need to find the place, the Necromancy hit most in the bodies. In other words...we have to cut them open and get all the organs out for further inspections...”, M/n stated dryly.

“Yes.”, Kenspeckle confirmed.

“Yay. Okay then. Sister, turn your ass around. No more show for you.”, M/n told Stephanie.

“Noted.”, she replied and turned around.

With that Kenspeckle and M/n got ready to open up the bodies.

“Before you cut the body open, Corrupted.”, Kenspeckle called M/n’s attention on him.

“Yes, Professor Grouse ?”, M/n replied, with an interested voice.

“Be careful. There could be a possibility that Necromancy will leak out of the body. Cut it open carefully and slowly.”

“Noted, Sir.”

“Good. Then let’s not waste any more time.”

With that they both started at the same time, to open the bodies. Kenspeckle was right. Black started to leak out of the cut in the torso. M/n was a bit shocked, but he’s seen worse.

-Time skip-

They had almost all the organs out at this point. M/n could tell it had been a bit over two hours. He took out the organs and Kenspeckle inspected them. Almost all of the organs were filled with black. The Necromancy spread, but they HAD the find the place it hit in and had the most Necromancy inside. Kenspeckle could do that better than M/n, so he did that and M/n gave him the organs.

“We know the organs that were hit first now, Skulduggery.”, Kenspeckle informed, after the last organ from the second body was examined.

“Oh ? The hearts ?”, the Skeleton asked.

Kenspeckle shook his head.

“No. Ghastly do you have pen and paper ready to note it down ?”

“I have, Professor.”

M/n leaned back and had his left thigh resting on his desk, looking at the three Mages. Kenspeckle told him already and he was slightly disgusted, that someone would do something like that.

“Number eight was drowned from Necromancy. You heard me right. The Necromancy hit his lungs and it filled them up, making the victim drown from it alone. He must have been the one to claw at number seven’s leg. Eight must have been in a war with himself as he was drowning in Necromancy. He could have been forced to hurt his partner, as the Necromancy took over his dying body and mind, hence the burn mark.”, Kenspeckle explained the first case.

“So he threw himself around ?”, Ghastly asked.

“No. Number eight was thrown around. It could be that victim seven fought back, or it happened before the Necromancy was forced into his body, by the killer. Number seven had the most Necromancy in his brain though. Or at least...what remained of it.”, M/n stated.

“What...remained of it ?”, Stephanie asked her Brother, back still to them.

“The Necromancy took care to make the brain explode inside the victim’s skull. There were only small remains, the rest must have bled out of his mouth and nose, which must have been cleaned off by one of the oafs that picked the bodies up and brought them here. The small pieces, that, I found and got out, showed us that it had the most Necromancy, which means, that it was the spot, which got infected first. I am unsure if we should inspect the bones too, just to make absolutely sure.”, M/n shortly explained.

Ghastly wrote it all on the paper, his breath very heavy.

“Fucking hell...”, the tailor muttered out in shock.

“Language ! Not in front of my little Sister.”, M/n scolded.

“You curse all the time.”, Stephanie deadpanned.

“I am a special case, Sister. Now shush.”

“Fine...”

“We should inspect the bones.”, Kenspeckle told M/n.

“Well then, let me get the machine ready. I need to see if the idiots emptied it and then I need to fill in the chemicals, which will melt away everything and give us the bones. Oh !”

M/n turned back around and gave Skulduggery a camera.

“Make pictures. You know, for evidence. We have pics of the corpses, the location they were found in, as in the state, and their nude forms too, so the bruises were already taken into account. This is the examination process and then comes the bone examination evidence in pictures. My Sis can’t take the pictures, Ghastly has to note down, Kenspeckle has to prepare and I have a machine to take care of, so YOU take the pictures. I hope you know how to operate a photo Camera.”, M/n said and then left again.

Skulduggery gave M/n’s back a bemused face.

“How stupid and old does he take me for ? Of course I know how to take pictures and how to operate a photo Camera...”, Skulduggery muttered.

“You are a few centuries old, Skulduggery and usually old people don’t like technology.”, Kenspeckle fires at the Skeleton Detective.

Skulduggery looked at the Professor, then muttered something and started to take pictures from different angles, even from the examined organs.

After a while, M/n came back and told Kenspeckle to bring the first body. After 30 minutes they came back with just the bones remaining of the first body, then they did the second one and another 30 minutes later they came back with these two.

“There are specks of Necromancy engraved into the bones.”, Kenspeckle said.

“Yes, which means the Necromancy was used violently, quick and not carefully. It was hectic.”, M/n confirmed.

“So the bones are infected too.”, Skulduggery stated softly.

“Yes, they are, but they were only infected slightly. The fight was hectic, which means it wasn’t precise. After the Necromancy spread over the whole body, the bones got small remaining specks of it too. Imagine it like a knife was used. Someone stabbed quickly and in a rush, sometimes you put a lot more strength into your blows, than you planned, and then you hit bone. The Necromancy specks, on the bones, are like scratches of a knife. They are messy and not at all the cause of death, just a symbol of more damage.”, M/n explained shortly.

He looked at his Sister and sighed.

“If you can look at human skeletons, you can look, Sister.”

Stephanie turned around and looked at the bones. She saw them white and black. The specks of Necromancy were the black spots then. Ghastly noted it all down and Skulduggery took pictures.

Kenspeckle continued to look at the bones, while M/n stood back and drank a few gulps of water. He didn’t drink anything until now, so it was needed.

“How long have we been here ?”, Stephanie asked.

“At least 3 hours. Could be four too.”, M/n answered his Sister.

She stared at her Brother.

“That long already ?!”

“What are you talking about ? This is the fastest I’ve ever been. I am usually forced to work all alone and do everything at once, because my coworkers don’t do shit. I am usually sitting on ONE corpse for at least SIX hours. And don’t you even dare to calculate the time for the report making in there, that takes another two hours. This is fast, because everyone is actually helping me here, for once !”, M/n informed his Sister, with a slight edge to his voice.

She stared at him in horror with her mouth tightly shut. Kenspeckle looked at M/n in confusion and worry.

“Why don’t you tell your Boss about it ?”, Kenspeckle asked.

“Because he won’t listen.”, M/n sighed out and messaged the bridge of his nose.

“You tried ?”

“Multiple times. This is one reason why the older Coroner left in the end with the few people that did at least SOMETHING to help. He asked me, if I wanted to come along, but I didn’t want to be a bother, so I decided that I will take over everything. I am still in contact with the other Coroner, but...well...I barely talk to him. He is a nice man though.”

“Huh, what a shame...”, Kenspeckle said in disappointment.

M/n shrugged his shoulders at that.

“Humans can be blind and oblivious sometimes. Don’t sweat it, Professor.”

“Kenspeckle is just fine, kid.”

“Okay, first name stage it is then.”

“You are way too formal, Corrupted.”, Ghastly chuckled out.

“I got raised like that. It is supposed to show manners. Sorry.”, M/n replied.

“You can call everyone by the first name. We Mages don’t have a big problem with that.”, Skulduggery informed M/n.

“Okay, noted for next time.”, the Teen replied.

“Good.”

“So are we done ?”, Stephanie asked.

“We are. There is nothing else to find.”, Kenspeckle replied.

Just then M/n spotted something on the skull.

“Kenspeckle ? There is a tear in the skull of victim seven. A small crack, but it is still there, that can’t be from the brain explosion, right ?”, the Teen asked.

The Professor came over and his eyes widened.

“Huh...no it is not from that, indeed. I will take a closer look. It seems like...there was something there. Something small...”

Kenspeckle took the skull and left to inspect it further. M/n turned to Ghastly.

“Ghastly ? Give me the notes you made on number eight. I better write the finishing report about it now. It will be more in order and you will have very little to explain.”, the Teen told the tailor.

Ghastly got out the notes from victim eight, gave it M/n and watched as the boy left and sat down on a small computer. He turned the PC on and soon enough you heard mouse clicking and the keyboard being used.

M/n was very focused and even had his glasses back on his face.

“Why and since when do you need glasses, Bubba ?”, Stephanie asked.

“I only need them for near sight. I am far sighted and when things are near or close to my face, it gets blurry and I can’t read anything. No worries, Sister. I don’t need them all the time.”

“Okay...”

With that M/n continued to type and click away, every now and then he looked at Ghastly’s notes and then continued to type.

Kenspeckle came back 15 minutes later and he seemed concerned. Skulduggery had a face of concern too then.

“What is it, Kenspeckle ?”

“Well, something was hidden in his skull. I suspect a small micro chip. I have no idea what it might have been used for, but it seems it got taken. The Killer must of have taken it.”

“A micro chip ?”, M/n asked in worry.

“Yes, why ?”

“I know ONE small Micro chip kind like that. It can have important information on them, but in that case I think it was used for something else. It can be used as a tracker and spying device. If I am correct, that means the Killer could have known all along about them spying on him/her. But for that, either the Killer themselves must of inserted the chip, or someone must have convinced the victim to take it, as safety precaution and then told the Killer, knowingly. In other words, if my tracking and spying theory is correct...”

“The traitor must be in the Sanctuary.”, Kenspeckle concluded.

M/n nodded.

“We all assume that Serpine killed them, after all he was their last mission to spy on and they went missing in the middle of the operation and ended up here on my table. No one would have let Serpine fumble on them, so I suppose it was one from the Sanctuary. Not many knew about the spies on Nefarian’s ass, so I assume it was only a handful. The handful being: Mr. Bliss, Eachan Meritorius, Morwenna Crow, Sagacious Tome, the Administrator and the Doctor, who did the transplant.”, M/n concluded.

Everyone was staring at him.

“I know, you hate to think it was one of them, but they are the only ones, so far, that definitely knew about them spying on Serpine.”

“Why would the Elders want to help Serpine ? They made him stop in the first place, mostly Meritorius.”, Skulduggery defended.

“And Mr. Bliss helped us.”, Stephanie defended.

“Mr. Bliss knew they went missing and were set on Serpine. He also knew that the Sceptre was real and found. He has motives and he was sus to me, the moment he approached us. He knew a lot and yet didn’t try to get the Elders to wake up. Maybe Meritorius isn’t involved in this at all, but he was very convinced that nothing was wrong. I’ve seen his fear of the possibility of the truce being broken, so I do admit that I also doubt him to be the traitor. Miss Crow was a bit shady, but that was because of the show she put on, nothing else. What discipline does she have ?”

“Necromancy. When she appeared, she shadow walked. It is a type of teleportation, but they can’t do that for a long distance.”, Skulduggery informed.

“Then I doubt it was her either. The traitor and Serpine would have to meet a long distance away from public areas and avoid the spies of catching onto their betrayal. If you see shadows emerge from nowhere you already know it could be Crow, so she is out of the question. The Administrator ?”

“He is barely outside of the Sanctuary. Mostly stays in there and practically lives there, for safety reasons.”, Ghastly answered.

“Okay. Then tell me...what is Tome’s ability ?”

“He is a Teleporter.”

“Any restrictions in that Sorcery ?”

“He can only teleport to places, he has been at before.”, Skulduggery answered.

“Nothing else ? No limit of the distance ? No give away when he appears ? He just comes and goes, like a ghost ?”, M/n pressed.

The Mages were dead silent, Stephanie stared at M/n and was concerned. M/n hummed and pointed gun fingers at the three silent Mages.

“Got cha a possible perpetrator, right there. He can teleport, appear out of nowhere and disappear just as quickly. He has connections to higher places. He gets informed about everything from Crow and Meritorius and he seemed to be a very quiet man too. Easy to forget about, easy to not suspect of treason.”

“And his Motive ?”, Skulduggery asked.

“Maybe Serpine brainwashed him. Maybe he always worked for him. When you talked about Serpine, it sounded like he is capable of anything and everything, if he has to. Who knows, maybe he threatened Tome or something.”

“That is just a speculation.”, Ghastly said softly.

M/n whistled softly and looked at the tailor.

“Look, we can easily find that out. We will leave that Detail out for now, note it down, but I will NOT add it in. You get this stuff to Meritorius tomorrow, Skulduggery, while I will inspect my Uncle later too, if the Corpse is still there, considering that there is a high danger that Serpine destroyed it, to kill evidence. You tell the three of them what YOU have found Skulduggery, no word about me, until Gordon’s case. You make them believe that YOU drew the connections. I will put some small spies on your suit and they will go to the people I want them to spy on. If Tome meets up with Serpine, we will know.”, M/n suggested.

“Small spies ?”, Kenspeckle asked.

M/n smiled and opened his hand, there was a small robot in his hand, and it was active too.

“May I introduce to you, the ultimate little spy. They can be so small, that you can barely see them, they can cling onto you anywhere, even when you are naked. You can’t feel them moving on you. They can record everything with very great volume and video quality and they can instantly notify you when something is happening. Easy to command and easy to program. You slap a picture or a name into their system and they chase the person down. Pictures are easier, but names do it too. There is mostly only ONE person, with the names you people take, so it will be a walk in the park for them.”

They all eyed the small robot and watched as it got smaller and moved around. Then M/n’s phone dinged and as he opened it, there was a notification from his bot that he was live and ready. M/n showed it to them and then another message came, which said ‘Conversation happening’.

M/n opened the message and they saw themselves from the bot’s cameras, faces clear and sharp on the screen of the phone.

“Okay...”, Ghastly said.

The phone played the voice after him too, almost no delay in sending it through too. The audio was spot on and sharp. They all were in awe. M/n smirked.

“They are our key to winning. So what do you say, Skulduggery ? Are you in ?”, M/n asked.

He looked at M/n with a smirk. This will be fun~

“I’m in.”, he replied.

Masterlist HERE !

[update-blog-bp9]

Kay...

I got two things out today and I am planning to make the "M/n's Pet" (Aka. the William Afton x Male!Reader episodes) its own Masterlist. The SP Fanfic is going smoothly and I might be able to get another Chapter of that one out today too. Depends on how my mood will continue to go. It's one of these days were I had no strength to even get out of bed today, but I don't want to slack off either, so I might as well. ^^

[takusan-no-ai]

Reunited

PAIRING: Wise x Male Reader (Platonic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Phaethon is reunited with a close companion from Old Eridu.

“Master, it would appear that your client has once again cancelled.” Fairy spoke indifferently, which would normally be expected. But she’s proven herself to be quite the expressive A.I., making it even more obvious how severe their lack of commissions was.

“Ugh again! What’s up with all these cancellations?” Belle bemoaned. Wise sighed alongside her, sipping some coffee. He grimaced at the flavor.

“Bills are getting expensive, and without any dennies we’re going to have to start eating instant noodles; even this instant coffee isn’t cutting it.” He said. Belle encompassed her face within her hands.

“No more General Chop and no more Tin Master?! I’ll just die.” Belle flopped on the couch as Wise chuckled at her exaggeration.

“Master,” Fairy interjected, “It would seem you have another commission. This one appears to be from a new Inter-Knot Account.” Wise immediately turned on his phone to see the request.

“‘Hey, heard you guys were some of best proxies right after Phaethon. I’m in a real bad situation; specifically, I’m stuck in a hollow! Please help me. I don’t have a high ether aptitude.’” He read aloud.

“Sounds urgent! We should hurry. Did they send you their coordinates?” Belle asked. Wise nodded, already connecting to Eous. “Why not go ourselves? We enter hollows now.”

“If ethereals show up we won’t be in any better of a position. Better off just playing it safe this time.” Wise explained before accepting the commission.

…

Wise had entered the hollow, already making his way towards the client as Eous. “Master, be careful. Reports have spoken of a masked figure traversing the hollows. Potentially dangerous.” Fairy reminded him.

“Yeah, I heard about that. Shouldn’t be a problem though. This is an old hollow so I doubt anyone would still linger in here.”

Having finished talking, Wise made his way through the fissure and appeared at his clients destination. He looked around all over the place, but no person in sight.

“It wasn’t a prank, was it?” Wise sighed, exasperated. Just as he was about to make his fourth round of searching, a deep, snarling sound rang out behind him. Wise slowly turned around.

The most vicious looking ethereal he’d ever seen yet. The fear it erupted within Wise led to him calling in Belle for back up.

“We have to protect Eous!” They both said.

But the ethereal was fast. It launched countless attacks at Eous, never giving the bangboo a moments rest.

A moment was all it took.

The slash of his weapon was all it took to cut off the ethereals arm. A masked figure he was, though clearly an older man. He fought against the creature, all whilst moving Eous out of the fray.

Eous, Wise, and Belle took a deep breath. Mentally thanking the man for helping them.

Again he struck the ethereal until it finally died, dissolving in the hollow like it never existed. He turned around to the exhausted bangboo. “You okay there little guy?” His voice rung out.

Wise and Belle’s smiles evaporated, now replaced with a shocked face. They knew that voice.

“(Y/N)?!” They cried out. He twitched at the name. He grabbed the bangboo, now with an aggressive grip.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“It’s us! Belle and Wise!” They shouted.

(Y/N) almost dropped Eous. He started taking frantic breaths. “You-no…you’re lying. Prove yourselves. Now.” He demanded. Immediately Wise took back control of Eous, leading the man outside of the hollow and towards Random Play.

(Y/N) entered the shop with caution, his holstered weapon gripped tightly by his hand. Wise and Belle ran out from the employees break room, stopping in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief.

(Y/N)’s grasp on his weapon faltered as he slowly stepped forward towards the siblings. He took off his mask, revealing his face to them. He was older than they remembered, and had a few scars, but he was the same man that raised them.

“You…you’re both alive?” He asked. Though the answer was plain to see.

“Masters, please explain who this man is.” Fairy asked. (Y/N) looked around, searching for the owner of said voice. Belle had to explain how they were proxies, and that fairy is their A.I. assistant.

“He’s a man from Old Eridu, before the fall.” Wise started, looking straight at him. “He was our second teacher alongside Carole. He practically raised us; he was our father figure. But after the fall…we never saw him again.”

(Y/N) looked down dejectedly. “I thought you both had died alongside her.” He walked towards them, hugging them both. Wise separated from the hug, hand holding his chin.

“But why were you in the hollows? And wearing a disguise at that? Are you—”

“The ‘masked vigilante’? Yeah. I go into hollows and save people. Or stop crimes. I needed to build my Inter-Knot account’s reputation so I could investigate further.”

“Investigate what?” Belle asked.

“Carole…I know she’s innocent.” He stated plainly. Wise and Belle smiled.

“Exactly! Thats what we’re doing too!” Belle exclaimed excitedly. Wise grunted, still not satisfied. “What’s wrong?” Belle asked him. (Y/N) looked just as confused as she did.

“Hey…I just checked my phone. I got a notification. Apparently our client we were trying to help cancelled last second. Again.” He glanced at his former teacher.

The latter coughed awkwardly into his fist. “Ah…yeah, uhm, I really needed to build my account…so…I can share my earning with you kids though now that we can work together.”

Belle gasped as it all clicked in her head. She turned towards (Y/N) with a glare.

“You’re the reason I haven’t had my morning coffee in over a week?!”

- Fin

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women in male fields

fratboy!jaehyun x reader

summary: you’re fully aware you’re dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesn’t mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicine… OR the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out

word count: 3.5k

warnings: swearing, fuckboy behavior, mentions of alcohol, Americanized college described (l'm American), pet names (sweetie, sweets, sweeteart, sweet girl) in order to avoid using y/n, Imk if I missed anything!

a/n: there was something completely magical in my Chili’s triple dipper because I sat down and pounded this out for 4 hours with minimal breaks! I’d had this idea for a while but figured I’d get it out before everyone forgot about the #womeninmalefields TikTok trend. Feedback is appreciated!

Timeline-wise let’s say this is about 6 months into Jae and Sweetheart being a couple

This story is a part of my fratboy!Jaehyun universe!

dividers from cafekitsune

You weren’t stupid. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Jung Jaehyun, one of the most fratboy fratboys to ever exist. You had been around for the parties, for the handful of nights where he overdid it and got sick, countless nights of standing by to watch him play beer pong, no dates on Sunday evenings because of frat meetings, and a couple philanthropic events. You were used to a lot of it by now. 

But your boyfriend had adapted himself so well to this role that you honestly kind of hated some of his behaviors. He had changed some habits, of course. He was no longer the fuckboy fratboy that slept around, no, he was committed to you and you alone. He made some effort into being romantic which took some work since his idea of romance was sending you a daily Snapchat for your streak with a red heart. Gross. Now, he got you flowers occasionally and your favorite snacks. His room used to be an absolute pigsty and now he at the very least he shoved his mess under the bed so you didn’t see.

Then there were some habits that didn’t change and you were tired of them. Beyond tired of them. You were tired of him passively listening, barely paying attention to you, being kind of an asshole, and just being a gross guy. So you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. If he could do all these things and you could still like him, why wouldn't he still like you?

It had started when you texted Jaehyun on a Thursday afternoon and he didn’t respond until Saturday afternoon. It had been nothing urgent, but you were still annoyed. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. In fact, it was a horrible habit of his. He started a conversation or read a text you sent and just never responded. You knew now, based on experience and the other guys telling you, that Jaehyun sucked at texting. He would still post on Instagram or Snapchat, posting various athletes like they were his friends and promoting frat activities like normal. It was almost like he forgot that the primary function of a phone was to communicate. Good thing he was pretty!

It didn’t make it any less annoying that your boyfriend didn't care to change this habit for you though, so when he finally texted you back, you decided to give him the same treatment. Saturday came to an end and you didn’t text back. Sunday was the same and so was Monday. He texted you countless times, so many questions, random updates on his day, and asking you if you were ok or if he should send help to your dorm. So when you knocked on the door Tuesday afternoon scrolling on your phone when Jaehyun opened the door. It was pretty safe to say he was pretty confused.

“Where have you been? You didn’t answer any of my texts,” Jaehyun asked while he led the two of you upstairs.

You hummed noncommittally, your eyes not leaving the screen of your phone, “oh yeah, my phone broke. My bad.”

Jaehyun opened his mouth to argue, ready to tell you that he had seen you posting on your stories, your phone didn’t look new, and he had heard you on FaceTime with Haechan just yesterday. That you were literally scrolling through Instagram when he opened the door, but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled you into his arms, and pulled up the most recent episode of one of your shows. 

He couldn’t really complain if you were here with him now, right? You were in his bed, in his arms, laying on his chest. Everything was fine. A few days of no contact was normal and you both had a good enough relationship where it shouldn’t bother him, right? But it did…

The next time Jaehyun pissed you off was just a week later. He had proven to be a little extra clingy after his punishment of silence and that was good enough for you. It had been enough to hold you off with some of his, less than perfect behavior, until the next time he messed up. Sure, enough it was just 7 days later when he acted stupid again. And it was time for him to learn again. Sometimes he just had to learn to not do something by doing it and learning the consequences. Like a child… or a pet.

Jaehyun had had a stressful week. You knew that, he had told you about it the last time you saw him just yesterday, so you did feel kinda bad for deciding to pull this out of your sleeve now. How was he going to learn if you never tried to fix it though?

Jaehyun was pacing around his room, running a hand down his face and staring at the email that basically told him nothing from their partner sorority. He was social chair, so he was in charge of planning mixers. That’s exactly what he was trying to do! But the Kappa social chair was either knowingly being a pain in the ass or just naturally was a pain in the ass. How was it useful for Jaehyun to know when a handful of sisters all had an astronomy class?! Why did that matter when he was asking her to choose from a handful of dates he’d already chosen?!

Not only was this sorority social chair being annoying, Taeyong had been on his ass to plan some kind of sponsored philanthropic event, but everyone Nu Chi had worked with previously was being so difficult! No one was returning a single one of his emails, he spent his afternoons on hold or making calls, and just getting in contact with new companies and vendors just took so much effort. He currently had one sponsor, which was fine, whatever. But nothing Nu Chi Theta did while Jaehyun was social chair was ever just fine. Fine was acceptable for Alpha Sig’s but not for Nu Chi’s. He would need at least two more sponsors to reach the level of finery he was used to working with.

So that’s what Jaehyun was texting you about, his fingers tapping across the small screen of his phone while he put all his ranting and raving into words and sent off the text with a sigh of relief. You would talk him down, get him through his stress, and give him some advice for his problems. Then he’d feel like a new man, ready to tackle his problems with a clear head just like you always did for him. Just the thought of your advice had him smiling down at his phone while he added ‘sorry, about that. had to vent. how was your day sweets?’ and sent it your way.

On your end, you read through the long text ready to reply and give him some advice and offer your own help, but then you remembered… You remembered how just a few days ago you were venting to him about a small argument you and Ari, your roommate, had gotten into, and he showed no signs of actually listening. You went to him for a reason! He had at least 10 roommates, he never had complaints about any of them, so it wasn’t like you were talking just to talk! You wanted your boyfriend to give you some advice like you always gave him, but all you got was a “damn... Wanna order me some wings?” You had to physically keep jaw from dropping. God, he could be such a fucking guy sometimes! It was like talking to a fucking wall! Albeit a very good looking, handsome wall, but a wall nonetheless.

It was time for him to get yet another taste of his own medicine. Instead of taking the time to offer your advice or offer your help, you smirked, staring at your screen as you typed out, ‘that sucks’. Next text, ‘My day was chill, kinda hungry … send me door dash?’

On his end, Jaehyun stared at the screen with blatant confusion, watching as the minutes ticked by while he waited for some long paragraph with solutions and encouragement to be sent his way. After five minutes nothing came. The same after 10. No change after 20 and then he sets his phone aside feeling grumpy and pissy. Why wasn’t his girlfriend helping him? Did you even read his message?

And he couldn’t exactly call you out on it because it wasn’t an issue between the both of you. They were problems he had before you guys were together sure, but he liked having you to lean on now. He sighed tiredly, resting his chin atop his folded arms with a pout while staring at his dark screen and willing you to text him back again so all his issues would be just one step closer to being fixed.

His heart skipped a beat when the screen lit up and he saw the familiar combination of emojis used for your contact. He reached for his phone eagerly, feeling his heart soar at the anticipated text where you would help him solve his issues. But his face fell into a frown and he groaned out loudly at the words on his screen: ‘is my food on its way yet?’

The last reciprocation of his fuckboy energy was probably the worst. You honestly don’t know how you let Jaehyun get away with it practically unscathed, but karma was coming around now and she wasn’t merciful. It was your pièce de résistance, the cherry on top of your fuckboy sundae, your magnum opus, your masterpiece. 

To give Jaehyun some credit, it had been a while since he had dated a woman for a long period of time, or really, dated any woman at all. Maybe he had forgotten some very basic decorum and manners as far as ways to act and things to say or not say. Just yesterday you had been complaining about your professor being very vague in the instructions for your assignment, and even more vague when you emailed him to ask for clarity. “Like the instructions make it sound so simple, but it can’t be that simple if this project accounts for 30% of our grade! Like hello, is it hard to reply to an email with words that actually fucking mean something?” You groaned, running your fingers through your hair while you texted your project group chat what your professor had replied.

Jaehyun chuckled, running a calming hand down your back, focusing his relaxing touch on your lower back as his fingers kneaded at your muscles, “chill out sweetheart, I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it actually is.”

You sent him an unamused look from the corner of your eye, “chill out? Jae, I just said this project accounts for a third of my grade. I can’t be chill about this.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder, “are you… you know?”

Your fingers froze over your keyboard, waiting for his next words, giving him a chance to backtrack. He stayed silent and waited patiently. You exhaled, speaking in a voice that was all too eerily calm, “Am I what, Jaehyun?”

“Are you on your period? You just seem extra worked up about something kind of pointless.” He replied casually, his fingers continuing to work at your lower back. The exact area you had once confessed hurt you so bad you could barely stand in the first couple days of your period. This- somewhat thoughtful- little shit!

You smacked his hands away while you closed your laptop and gathered your things in a hurry, mumbling, “you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

Jaehyun stared at you in shock, an asshole? He was being an asshole for caring about his girlfriend’s well-being? “Sweetheart, it’s just that you seem to be making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is,” he tried to explain.

You held a hand up, silencing him, ”every time you open your mouth, you dig yourself into a deeper hole. No, I’m not on my period. Yes, it is a big deal and yes, I’m actually leaving. Good night and goodbye.”

This very conversation had been playing on repeat in your mind while Jaehyun vented to you about Johnny being up his ass about new recruits being low as he paced around his room. “I mean, it shouldn’t be solely on my shoulders if recruits are low. There are plenty of brothers who don’t have as many responsibilities as I do. Like, I barely figured out the whole sponsored mess with Taeyong and now Johnny decided to stick his foot up my ass too. Can I get a fucking break or something?!” He ranted passionately.

You stared at him blankly from your seated position on his bed, forcing your smirk to stay hidden. “Is it… you know?” You began to ask.

“Is it stressful? Hell yeah it is, I mean shouldn't we have any and all brothers taking turns trying to recruit. I mean that’s why I take my time to throw mixers, parties, and sponsored events that kick ass so that people want to join,” Jaehyun replied with a tired sigh.

“No,” you laughed softly, “is it like your time of the month? You seem to be making a big deal out of nothing?”

When Jaehyun turned to you with his eyes wide in astonishment, he expected to see you laughing it off playfully. He expected for you to confess that you were just kidding and kiss him sweetly. But you cocked your head to the side and raised a brow as if to ask, ‘what’s the problem?’

After that, Jaehyun was quick to rise to his feet, pinning you with a heated stare. “What the hell has been up with you? You've been acting… grimy for like the last month.”

You laughed in astonishment, “I’ve been acting grimy? Huh, then imagine how I feel on a regular basis!”

“You?! Sweets, you’ve been acting like a douche! Like when you didn’t respond to me for days even though you were posting like normal and you lied about your phone being broken! Like, hello! You were on Instagram right in front of my face with the same crack on your screen since I’ve known you!”

You raised a brow, holding back an amused smirk, “that’s all? I don’t reply for a couple days and now I’m a douche? Babe, you’re being like really emotional right now, calm down.”

“And that too!” Jaehyun exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “why are you asking me if it’s my time of the month when I’m talking about something that’s bothering me? I want you to support me. You did the same thing when I texted you looking for advice when I was handling the whole mixers and sponsors thing.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, “well, I don’t know what you want me to say right now.”

Jaehyun raised his brows and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what the hell he was hearing. Was he in some kind of alternate universe? Had aliens come down and planted worms in your brain? What happened to his sweet girlfriend?! “Well, an apology would be really nice,” he replies while cocking his head at you.

“And have you ever apologized to me for any of that same behavior?” You ask in a calm voice.

“Wha- me apologize?! This isn’t about me! It’s about you!”

“Oh, so it’s only a problem when I act like this and not you? Got it.”

“When?! When have I acted like you?” Jaehyun asks in exasperation, eyes wide with shocked confusion.

“Hmmm. Let me think!” You exclaim before dramatically placing the tip of your finger on your chin, “just like everyday we’ve been together, you dummy!”

“Give me examples. I can’t believe this.”

“Alright, how about how I’ve had to train you like some kind of pet to learn some very basic texting etiquette? I let you get away with being a shitty texter for months and the one time I do it, you go crazy. I got used to not getting a response from you after days on end and I act like you did one time and you almost call campus security to my dorm to see if I’m alive,” you state, counting out a single finger. 

With the next finger, “I come to you for advice regarding my single roommate considering you have like a hundred of them, and what do you do? You say, damn, buy me wings? Who the fuck does that?! So it didn’t feel very good when I did it to you, huh? Did you like looking for advice only to be hit with some bullshit response and then asked for food? Which I never got by the way!”

Third finger, “And just now. Oh no, did you not like being told your issue meant nothing? Awww, mmmm, are you sad?” You pull your face into a very sarcastic sad face, “now imagine how I feel when you asked me if I was on my fucking period?! Like, have you never been around someone with a vagina? Even Mark and Haechan who barely pull know better than to ask some shit like that! And these are just three of your douchebag behaviors! Shall I continue, Mr. so called I’m-perfect-and-can-never-make-mistakes-because-that-would-be-impossible!”

Jaehyun stood speechless. Was he really that bad? Well, clearly he was. He had to admit he didn’t think he was this bad. He had been really good about adapting to his new role as a boyfriend and thought everything else that came his way was just going to be easy to handle. Apparently, he hadn’t handled it all the right way.

“I didn’t realize I was this bad, I’m sorry. Wow,” Jaehyun sighed, sitting on the bed with his folded over his mouth, “sweetheart, I’m really sorry.”

But that was another way Jaehyun had adapted. He didn’t start arguments while being hard headed, he listened when the issue was serious, he accepted wrong doing, and made changes. 

You crawled across his bed, sitting beside him and laying your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been petty. I should have told you these things bothered me in the moment instead of using them against you… but it was kinda fun.”

Jaehyun rested his head atop yours and chuckled softly, “I think I’m really glad you’re not one of the frat guys because we’d always have girls in here yelling about you gaslighting them. How did you handle me doing this for so long?”

“It helps that you listen when it matters. You’re sweet, you can be romantic, you care about me, you make an effort for me, I can tell you’re trying to be better for me even if it doesn’t all come easily for me,” you explain in a calm voice, “and you’re hot as hell, the abs don’t stop, and you keep that body nice and tight for mama, don't you baby boy?”

Your cackle rings out across his room while he jumps away from you with flushed cheeks. “Don’t… don’t talk like that. It’s totally freaking me out!”

“Come on, babe,” you tease while deepening your voice playfully, “bring me that ass.” 

You manage to grab him while he tries, and fails, to jump away. You playfully knead his (lack of) ass while grinning up at him. You pucker your lips, to which Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes before kissing you sweetly. “I’m so glad you’re a girl because you would be an absolute terror as a guy,” he states while shaking his head and cupping your cheeks.

“I think I should rush, baby,” you respond playfully, “you could be my big, dude! Come on, bro!”

“Enough of this!” Jaehyun jokingly hisses, “I want my sweet girl back.”

“Fine,” you drawl out with pout, “let this be your lesson though, Jae. When you go low, I can go lower. And I will go lower.”

“Trust me, I’ve learned. I’ll be better at texting, I’ll be an active listener, I’ll give you advice when you need it, and I’ll never ask you if you’re on your period again,” Jaehyun nods.

“See, you’re such a great learner. Let’s go get you a treat, baby,” you smile sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking his hand and leading him down the stairs toward the kitchen.

“I don’t know how I feel about you talking to me like I’m a dog…”

You smile at him, “you like it.”

Jaehyun raises a brow, “do I?”

You hum, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer, “yup, you have a praise kink.”

Well, if you say so…