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it-happened-one-fic · 1 month

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Sparring Sessions - Silver

Author Notes: So.. this fic is a sort of odd one in a lot of ways. I guess you could say I was inspired by a line from Silver's P.E. uniform where he says something about how he thinks Prefect has talent with a sword. To be honest, this fic has just been sitting in my google docs gathering dust and occasionally getting workshopped for quite some time. I really didn't know what else to post this week, so this one ended up being the lucky fic. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ platonic or romantic

Word count: 1154

I panted slightly. Sliding backwards through the sand but not landing on my butt through sheer willpower and determination. From across the sandy sparring area, found in the shadow of Diasomnia’s dorm, Silver straightened. Ever calm and elegant.

He didn’t look out of breath or the slightest bit worn out, despite the fact that I was struggling to even halfway keep up with his pace.

Why exactly had I agreed to learn swordplay from Silver? Because he’d certainly done a good job of marketing it. Good enough that I almost wanted to tell Azul he should think about hiring the young man if it wouldn’t bring quite so much trouble to Silver’s doorstep.

Nonetheless, Silver’s reasoning had been strong.

Swordplay would be a means by which I could defend myself and would ensure that I was better prepared for the next overblot, whenever and if another occurred. Additionally, I didn’t have magic and was likely to be taken advantage of. Being able to defend myself would lessen that risk too.

Silver had also gotten Sebek on the case, who was more than happy to praise the virtues of learning swordplay. Citing it as a way to strengthen character as well as make me more capable.

All of that, plus a longing for something to do outside of Crowley’s many tasks and homework, had led me to this point. Determinedly sparring with Silver yet again, in an effort to beat him at least once.

Of course, before this point, there had been my lengthy training. Malleus and Lilia had both been delighted when I’d showed up asking to be trained, with Lilia even offering to be the one to teach me.

It hadn’t been very long at all, though, before my prospective teacher had backpedaled out of his offers. And I’d been surprised, until I’d learned that Lilia had done this because Silver had, out of nowhere and to the utter delight of his father, stated that he had been planning on being the one to teach me.

And teach me he had. But Silver was not exactly a kind teacher. He wasn’t cruel by any means; far from it. But he also didn’t take it easy on me. And he pushed me hard.

I’d come here to learn, and learn I would. My safety was dependent on it. But I was thankful for the way he pushed me. He didn’t coddle me, which was what I wanted.

But, that said, it didn't make repetitively losing any more enjoyable.

I huffed slightly as Silver shifted, preparing to launch towards me and continue our little joust the moment it became clear that I wasn’t about to tumble over.

His eyebrows rose at my frustrated expression, his single reaction before he darted forward at what ought to be inhuman speeds. Unfortunately, though, he was simply that fast.

I’d learned that the hard way.

Silver would never use magic against me. After all, he was chivalrous and fair, just a bit air-headed at times. However, that meant he only ever used his own innate, albeit trained, capabilities. Even if they seemed vaguely superhuman.

At the very least, I was beginning to understand exactly why Sebek was so frustrated by his seniors' skills. Even though I knew he’d had to train just as hard as anyone else, Silver’s proficiency was definitely kind of annoying.

I dodged to the side and whirled, launching myself at him. Because I knew perfectly well that this was my only chance to get him down.

His eyes went wide as I collided with him, knocking him off balance and sending us both tumbling towards the hard ground.

And I could hardly believe my luck when his back hit the earth.

He let out a soft grunt just before I landed on top of him, my wooden sword pressing into the ground just next to him. I panted heavily, looking down with slight surprise at the similarly startled young man under me.

As shock wore away, I felt pride set in, and a pleased smile curled across my face, “Ha! I win.”

I couldn’t help but teasingly gloat a little, and Silver’s wide-eyed surprise was soon replaced by a slight smile. And, for a brief moment, I genuinely believed that his smile was one of pride in the fact that his student finally won their first bout.

In reality, though, it was anything but.

His hand curled around my wrist, and, with a sudden shove paired with a yank, I had been flipped over and forced onto my back. My wooden sword rolling pitifully away across the ground.

It was my turn to stare wide-eyed up at the young man who now knelt above me, pale hair hanging around his face as he looked down at me.

To make matters worse, one of his hands securely held my wrists pinned to the ground over my head, while the other held his wooden sword to my neck. There was no getting out of this one.

“Never proclaim your victory until it is sure.” Ever the teacher, even with that frustratingly charming, if small, smile still on his face.

For a brief second, I just stared up at him, shocked. And then I felt frustration well up within me.

I began to thrash around, attempting to break his grip or knock him off me, one. Neither happened, though.

Instead, Silver remained unmoved, looking down at me with that slight smile still playing on his face. His eyes gave away his amusement, though. Beautiful purple yet blue eyes gleaming down at me with barely concealed humor.

Normally such a sight was impossible to see, but I’d been getting better at reading Silver and his subtle expressions. It wasn’t that he didn’t get amusement from things; it was just that he had to keep himself calm or risk suddenly falling asleep.

I at last stopped, breathing heavily from exertion, and he tilted his head, ever-patient and not the slightest bit condescending, as he calmly questioned me, “Done?”

I huffed out a sigh, letting myself flop against the ground and turning my face away so that I was looking across the training area instead of up at him. Even then, though, I could still see him perfectly through my peripheral vision, “I yield.”

He nodded, his smile briefly reappearing as he shifted, got off me, and stood. He held out one hand, which I silently accepted, letting him pull me to my feet with ease.

He picked up my sword and watched silently as I brushed the sand off my gym uniform. I glanced over at him, waiting for him to speak, and he tilted his head, “Next Tuesday?”

The tell-tale glimmer in his eyes said everything, but I found myself grinning back at him because I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying our little sparring sessions, even if he was a beyond frustrating opponent, “You’re on.”

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demonichikikomori · 6 months

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Somnophiliac

Silver (Vanrouge) x GN!Reader Word Count: 758 Tags: Handjobs/Not Really Somno? You're "Punishing" Him

Art is by twst_rere on Twitter!

Haiyohobobobluh... I'm back! Was I dearly missed?? I was dearly busy! With things! And an aching belly! Rule 1 of being alive... Eating cheese comes with severe consequences. And consequences I did face. This was very interesting to write and get finished with. Eat up Silver enjoyers. Happy 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

Your friend Silver had become a little more than your friend. You came over to his house to study for exams while his dad makes dinner.

Silver always had that issue with falling asleep. No matter the circumstance, he would suddenly be dozing off. During a study date. During a movie. What really made you frustrated was the first and only time you had attempted to have sex. Silver had fallen asleep right before he was due to slip inside of you. It was frustrating, but thankfully you had talked it over with him. He gave you the consent to wake him up in any way you saw fit, he trusted you!

But he should’ve been more specific with what was off limits.

“Oh my god.” He whimpered softly, his thighs trembling as he leaned against you with his eyes scrunched shut, his face burning a bright shade of red. Beneath the kotatsu table, your hand pumped slowly. Up, and down. Up, and down. Rubbing along his throbbing cock as your eyes fluttered back and forth from your homework to the kitchen where Silver’s father was preparing dinner. Only a few feet away from the kotatsu table in front of the TV. It played a horror movie neither of you were watching, but it helped muffle Silver’s voice as the heavy blanket masked the sound of wet pumping.

You smiled as Silver whined and turned to hide his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel him shudder as he exhaled a moan against your skin. “You can’t keep falling asleep. We have our report due tomorrow. We’re almost finished.” You mumbled quietly as your hand slowed to a stop. Your fingers rubbed gently over a thick vein as Silver slid his arms around you, pulling you close while clawing at your clothes.

“Silveeer?” You cooed, smirking as he began to rut impatiently into your fist. With a roll of your eyes, you continued at a much slower pace. “We got coffee too… You drank the entire glass, is it not helping?” You asked softly as Sliver silently shook his head. His tongue was gliding against your throat as he tried to muffle his moans against your skin. As you swiped your thumb over the slit of his cock he began to shake. “Oh please- I’m sorry.” He sobbed softly against you as he began to pull at your top with frustration. “Please, please, please… Oh my god please…”

Silver was begging weakly for you to pump faster, to resume the previous pace with the light rut of his hips. “Are you even listening to me anymore Silver?” You asked teasingly as he shook his head against you. No, he wasn’t. “Do you wanna cum? Your dad is right there…” You whispered against his reddened ear as he started to nibble at your throat. He actually wasn’t listening. “Cumming… Cumming… I’m gonna cum… I’m… Oh please faster I wanna cum.” A frantic hand slipped under the kotatsu to force themselves into your jeans. His voice was airy as he struggled to suppress his moans. But the hand retracted swiftly at the sound of Lilia growling in frustration and slamming the fridge shut.

The two of you seperated quickly and you grabbed your pencil to tap at the paper before you. Silver was trying to recover with slow, deep breaths as his father left the kitchen in a huff. Your hand remained firm around his shaft, now still with slight rubs from the rough pad of your thumb.

“Oh dear- Silver! I need to run to the store for more butter! I’ll be… Are you alright? You look red in the face my boy.” Lilia asked with worry as he pulled on his coat and grabbed his keys from a wooden bowl beside the door. Silver nodded sheepishly as he lifted a hand to pull at the collar of his sweatshirt. “Just hot… I need to get out from under the kotatsu…” He answered nervously, sounding short of breath. Lilia’s long black ponytail danced with each slight movement, revealing the hidden red highlights underneath. His eyes had slanted with suspicion and a hum escaped his lips. “Well, alright. I’ll be there and back! Don’t answer the door for anyone and you have my number!” Lila chirped before leaving the two of you alone in the house. Before the pumping could resume, Silver grabbed your wrist, his other hand rushed to yank your jeans down as the two of you landed in a heap beneath the kotatsu. His face was burning with embarrassment as you began to smile sheepishly.

Yeah, you both knew Lilia didn’t buy that. But it’s Silver’s fault for falling asleep.

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michelletsw · 1 year

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Great seven I just love the idea of a Jessica rabbit type reader x one of the softer and more playful characters like Lillia, ruggie, cater, ace, kalim, floyd, ect I just love it so much

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noyaetnox · 1 year

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DIASOMNIA HEADCANONS:

The reader is in the 1st year unless stated otherwise🕴️

The series: DIASOMNIA / HEARTSLABYUL / OCTAVINELLE / POMEFIORE / SAVANACLAW

- if he were to ever play a game where he gets to customize his character, he's either going to make them as emo and dark as possible or a character from like Equestria girls, no in between

-> if he can't change it later, he'll definitely regret his choice

- bro definitely is that type of friend that would want his children to marry to the children of someone he knows. If he has a kid with you, he'd want them to marry like Vil's kid; or if he didn't have it with you, he'd want his child to marry yours

- loves private dates. That's it. Like, invite him to your place to eat, cook yourself and bro will marry you on the spot, or like a really quiet picnic or sum

- if they had Spotify in TW and you'd make him a playlist, he will cry. You'd be like: "Hey, Tsunotaro, I made you a playlist of songs I like which I think you'd like, too. Tell me what you think!" and bro will make you a 100 in return titled like: "waking up", "going to bed", "eating", "can't sleep" and shit. Bro is head over heels

- also also! I think he'd love k-pop if you ever introduced it to him. So many colors, such great music, the outfits. He'd attempt to learn a choreography and give up eventually. I feel like he'd like Twice, or BTS.

- you can't trust him to tell you shit, like bro loves you so much he will never tell you the truth. Like if you cook something and it tastes like literal trash, he'd say that it's so good, or you would wear the most ugliest clothes and bro will have heart eyes, please go to Sebek if you want an honest opinion

- will be very quick to mirror your antics, like he watches you so much he just starts doing things the way you do. It's the cutest thing

- would have a habit of carrying candy around for you. Like everytime you're stressed he will just toss you something sweet

- he's def awkward. If you cry in front of him, he won't know what to do. Will probably go get Lilia to comfort you and then gets lessons from him on how to comfort his child of man

- that said, no PDA with Mal. He might feel bold enough to hold hands from time to time, but every single display of affection is for you two only

- strongly believes humans need a hug a day to survive and will come to your door at 11:59 just to make sure you've had your daily dose

- please introduce board games to him. He will be the happiest alive

- very slight nsfw, but Lilia is def a thigh guy and you can't tell me otherwise. Bro would be sitting next to you and put his hand on your thigh, I don't accept any other opinions. I'd say more but let's leave that for the nsfw version

- will always give you gifts. No matter what it is, little trinkets, big gifts, a surprise kiss. His love language is def gift giving

- he loves your expression when he surprises you, man's in love. Please give him a kiss in return

- will cook for you and you'll just give it to Grim, and not even that little mf wants it. Like I'm sorry but he does not belong in a kitchen, and that's alright. He will absolutely not wash the rice and it will be crunchy, yet somehow overcooked and in a big blob. Man is a threat, his food could be made into bio weapons, if it already isn't.

- tell him everything softly, he may not seem like it but words hit him hard, unless you're returning his jokes, of course

- will watch over you, but will often let you deal with the situation by yourself first and only step in if he feels like it's needed

- you will become Silver's other parent, and Silver hates it (he's secretly over the moon), but Lilia couldn't be happier. He's always felt like Silver needed another human, because his knowledge was limited, so he also loves that, but your caring nature, and the way you take care of everyone without asking for anything in return has him soft, hands sweating, knees weak, insides warm

- hold his hand for the love of GOD. He likes holding hands, but will be into PDA for sure. I may also be so bold as to say that he enjoys it a little too much. Especially in front of your friends, like Ace and Deuce are HORRIFIED when they see the two of you, Ace will deal with it but Deuce will cry about it to his mom, Lilia is living life in moments like those

- will invite you to his club performances, says he sings to you often, but you've never heard him in private (bro accidentally gives you a sleeping curse and doesn't want to admit to it)

- will be asking about marriage after a week of dating. He's basically thought about it all before you started officially dating, and he has already decided that you're the one for him. He will not date just for fun, he might flirt, but he knows relationships are serious and therefore he will not dare cause anyone pain just because he wants to have a little fun

- will play games with you. Idk how you are with games, but he will not let you win (sometimes when he's in a mood, he might but I don't think he will)

- platonic: bro will adopt you and doesn't care. "Silver needs someone to play with," Silver the high schooler 🤨? In college🤨? But sure, you're basically living the best possible life. Lilia AND Silver + Malleus cuz he's going to immediately like you and Sebek because you're Lilia's child. Someone would accidentally walk into you and they're dead meat. Pray for them *cough* Ace *cough*

- is def sometimes confused about reality and dreams. He will need your reassurance in some things so please be patient with him

- really enjoys baking for others. He doesn't like cooking as much (but anything is better than Lilia in the kitchen so he will bite through for the sake of staying alive), but will make some amazing things

- soft puppy love and idc!

-> bro will hold your hand, light kisses, and just being soft in general. Because he was trained to be rough, you know, a soldier.

- puts your safety on the no.1 position in his life (I HC that he will follow orders even if they were to kill you) [he might hide you from everyone, though. He's in love, his heart will not be able to live knowing he hurt you :(] I also believe he just refuses to get angry at you (and you're happy he does because I just know he's gonna be scary af)

- quiet evenings where he naps and you read a book, the two of you sharing a single cup of coffee/tea/hot cocoa you name it, something else every time

- will have self-defense classes with you just in case he's not there when you need it

- loves bringing you small gifts, like flowers he picked up on the way to meet you, or little rocks (if you don't like rocks you like them now), stuff he made or baked himself

- lets you play with or braid his hair for sure

- he has a really healthy relationship with himself, so he let's you do anything to him

- will tell Sebek to stfu and stop yelling at you

- dates with him are very calm but he's always sad because you guys can't do activities like other pairs in case he falls asleep, so you have limited options and he hates that - please tell him that he's the most amazing person and it's enough that you get to spend time with him :(

- will joke around further into the relationship, like he doesn't look like it but he will tease the life out of you

- sleepovers that Lilia was a little too excited about. You're taking the whole of Diasomnia out for the weekend while Silver and I have a sleepover🤨?

-> Silver is embarrassed the whole time because of his father. The old man is crazy and will scare you away 😰

-> is surprised when you say that you don't mind

- will ask for your opinion on everything!

- platonic: you're basically his younger sibling now. Will follow you around for protection when he can. You're literally part of their family now, what do you mean you're not going to join them in visiting Briar Valley for the holidays🤨? Will bring you and buy you food, will secretly help you in any way he can (whether it's studies, or anything, really)

- "How DARE you befriend MALLEUS-SAMA?!"

- is secretly jealous he wasn't the first of Diasomnia to be your friend

- refuses to admit his feelings yet tells all of them to Silver. Like they're in their beds, Silver is basically asleep (REM) and Sebek just bring you up, like: "The prefect accidentally held my hand today and I couldn't stop feeling warm since, so I'm pretty sure they put a curse on me, and I will burn to death! Help me Silver!"

"Go to sleep, Sebek, you're fine,"

"I tell you Silver! They want me dead! If anything happens to me, it's the prefect's fault!"

-> he slept perfectly fine🤨 (if we ignore the dreams in which you kept holding his hand for real and not just accidentally)

- I HC that he gets very cold easily (bro is probably cold-blooded), so you two keep snuggling to one another at all times - he warms himself up in winter and cools you down in summer

- he definitely has crazy hair that he has to gel every. single. day.

-> you can't brush your fingers through his hair because it's hard. One big mass of gel and hair. He doesn't like that, so he sometimes doesn't put gel in just so you can run your fingers through and he can feel amazing once more

"No kissing before the holding hands stage!" But we've been literally holding hands for weeks 🤨

- yells at you. You got a little used to it by now but you still sometimes need some time alone to just rest your ears 🥲

- brought you home quite early into the relationship because he plans on marrying you, of course 🤨

-> his parents absolutely adore you and he's all 🥰 the whole time

- he can't communicate well, at all, but you can tell he's trying. ESP. after you started dating, his angry yells about being close to WAKASAMA😰 turned to angry yells about BEING SAFE AND WELL

- goofy guy

- will help you with studies

- is still very jealous of WAKASAMA, because why do you still hang out when you've got him? What do you mean he spends all his time at Malleus' side and that's unfair? It's his job to-

- we get it 😒

- I HC he yells because he'd rather have people not like him than be close to someone he will eventually loose

-> when you sleep together, he will cry while hugging you about how we won't be able to live with himself if anything happened to you

- he's so sweet in the most subtle of ways

- first kiss will be the most awkward thing ever but then he just kisses you all the time because he likes it so much

-platonic: hates you a lot at first because you're friends with WAKASAMA, bit you grow on him in the end. Feeds you for sure, but like rudely. I don't know how to explain, but he'll be like: "Here you don't have enough veggies on your plate😒 I haven't seen you eat breakfast, have my sandwich😒 You're going to Diasomnia to dine with us😒" cute mf

- I used to dislike Sebek so much when I started playing the game but now he's my bby 🕴️

The rest of the dorms will come out when I write them 😔 I've got a lot of school work but I write to de-stress so hopefully I will be stressed enough to write it soon

I would also like to do a NSFW version but we will see

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spadeuce · 1 year

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Yahoo, requests are open :D! I can ask for headcanon of Silver x (Fem) Reader who likes to pamper him with homemade food (like bentos, lunches) because she wants his cooking to bring happiness to his friends and lover <3 I hope see more about you content

Certainly! I'll make it gender neutral tho. Thank you for requesting, I hope you'll enjoy it!

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Pampering Silver with homemade bento

Pairing: Silver x gn! reader (platonic/romantic)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Warnings: ー

the first time you spent lunch break together with Silver, you noticed a satisfied, almost grateful expression on his face

you could basically sense how much he cherished the food, and your thoughts were confirmed when you overheard Silver mumbling "This is so much better than Father's cooking..." under his breath

really, that content look on Silver's face had something incredibly charming to it

you would often eat together with Silver in the future and learn about his favorite foods in the progress

one day, however, Silver was on cleaning duty during lunch break, thus not being able to get any warm meal from the cafeteria

you exactly knew just how drowsy Silver could get and that he especially wouldn't suffice in a hungry state, so you decided to prepare a little lunch box with a few sandwiches Trey had given you the day before

Ace: "Y/N, where are ya running off to?!"

Y/N: "I'll be right back! Gotta deliver something real quick!"

you ran off to Silver, who was currently getting the cleaning gear from a staff room

"Ah, here, Silver. I've got something for you."

Silver: "...for me?"

Silver then showed you that charming smile of his

Silver: "...this is very thoughtful. Thank you."

later that day, Silver made sure to visit you at Ramshackle Dorm to thank you again and give back the empty lunch box

he then had to rush off in order to assist Lilia with a task, but the way he acted so gratefully gave you an idea

you wanted to make some cookies for yourself & Grim either way, so you settled on making a few more and surprising Silver with them on the next day

the next day, you and Silver enjoyed a tasty lunch together, but before Silver could stand up and grab a snack, you stopped him and handed him the same lunch box again

Silver: "...but I'm not on cleaning duty today?"

Y/N: "So what? Can't I surprise my Silver?~"

Silver once again blessed you with his handsome smile, then opened the box

Silver: "...how did you know that these cookies are my exact favorite?"

you genuinely didn't know and laughed, it really was a lucky accident

let's just say that Silver LOVED the cookies

he looked like a excited little bunny while eating them, and it was so adorable that you just HAD to prepare something for him again

from that day on, you would often prepare little snacks for Silver, and make sure that he ate enough when he was stressed

sometimes it was a surprise, sometimes it was in agreement with Silver

either way, he absolutely loves it everytime you prepare food for him <3

he once even asked you if it was okay for him to share the food with Kalim, Ruggie, and his friends from Diasomnia

poor boy thought you would think he doesn't appreciate the food :') he simply cares for his friends as well

if you knew that Silver were to hang out with the other boys, you sometimes even made an extra portion for him to share with them

the boys lovingly tease him about it <3

Silver isn't the best at expressing emotions, but he does his best to make sure that you know just how much he loves your food and that he appreciates the gesture

seriously he would've never expected anyone other than Lilia & Malleus to ever care about him like this

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nakunakunomi · 2 years

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Hello Hazel! Thank you so much for my previous request, that was adorable. So, I'm back for more if that's okay? Can I please ask for Vil, Silver and Idia where their s/o has had a really bad day and is coming to them for a hug? Basically just comfort. Thank you! 💜 - Lisa

Hiya Lisa, glad you liked the previous ones! I hope these can bring you some comfort! Enjoy <3

2nd person. GN reader.

Reader asking for a hug after a bad day - Vil, Silver, Idia

Vil

Vil had already noticed that you had been struggling lately. Every little task seemed to be too much and everything seemed to make you tired.

Besides offering to help, there was very little he could do to make it better, he didn’t want to overwhelm you or make you feel as if he thinks you can’t handle yourself. But he is worried a little.

So when the dam finally breaks, it’s after a really rough day: literally nothing seems to go the way you want it to go, and everything, even the smallest tasks is simply too much for you to handle. So you struggle through the day, doing only the bare minimum to get through, and immediately go look for Vil.

He’s not hard to find, you know his schedule by heart. He is in his room, in the middle of his workout routine, and you feel a little bad for interupting.

He doesn’t even look surprised when you enter, instead finishing his move and putting the dumbbells away. He looks at you with furrowed brows, nothing but concern is his eyes.

“What can I do for you, my love?” He’s asked it numerous times before the last few days, but this is the very first time you actually have an answer ready.

“A hug, please.” You sound more pleading than you would want to.

“Of course.” He has barely opened his arms when you’re already holding him tight, squeezing as if you’re afraid that he might leave or tell you to stop, but he doesn’t, instead wrapping his arms around you as well and kissing the top of your head.

“It’s all.. just a little too much,” you say, inhaling the sweet scent of his perfume, feeling yourself relax, not ready to let go just yet.

“You can give everything you have every single day, dear, but you have to realize that giving everything today, does not mean the same everything tomorrow. Sometimes you have to be kind to yourself, and accept that the bare minimum is all you can do”

You were surprised for a second. Vil always seemed like he had everything together, that everything was perfect, and he certainly seemed to be giving 120% every single day. And yet, here he was telling you to not do that, that it was an impossible standard to keep up.

“I love you so much. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. Sometimes, you just have to pause and take everything in.”

You nodded, still holding on. You’d take a little pause.

Silver

Silver usually was quite in tune with you and your moods, being observant was a good trait for a knight in training after all. So he does notice you’re a little down quite fast. He offers conversation and distraction, as well as comfort, but it’s limited in how much and how often. He has so many other things to do to keep up with school, keep up with Sebek as Malleus’ bodyguards, as well as catching up on sleep, the one thing he will never truly be able to catch up on.

It’s not that you have to beg for affection, quite the opposite, but Silver does sometimes need some gentle steering, and you vocalizing what you need. Usually, you just need him to take a break with you.

And that’s why you were looking for him. You were fairly certain you knew where to find him, walking through the gardens looking for one of his usual napping spots.

When you spotted him, you felt your stress ebb away a little already. It was a sight that never failed to take your breath away: Silver was laying on his back, arms crossed over his torso, surrounded by birds, squirrels, a hedgehog and some other small critters, that quickly scurried away when you approached. His silver hair was looking silky smooth still, despite being ruffled by the wildlife and some tossing and turning.

The only indication that he might have noticed you coming his way, was in the form of a slight irregularity in his breathing, as well as a moment where his face changed expression, before going back to the peaceful look he had before.

You couldn’t bring yourself to wake him, instead joining him on the soft grass, curling up by his side, seeking the physical affection you were craving without actually disturbing his rest. He instinctively moved closer to you, even though he was still fast asleep.

You never fell asleep yourself, but you were resting your eyes for a bit when Silver finally woke up a little while later.

“Y/n? How long have you been here?” His voice was drowsy and a little deeper than usual still, immediately making you feel a little better, but not enough just yet.

“Not long enough”

He could tell from your tone and the way you held onto him even closer now that you knew he was awake, that it was not a good day for you.

“You wanna stay like this for a bit?”

You shifted your position slightly, wrapping an arm around him and resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat pick up, and then become more slow and steady again. He wrapped his arms around you in turn, even though you had not replied yet, he didn’t need to hear your answer to know what to do.

Idia

Idia is a pretty observant person, the trouble lies in the fact that he doesn’t go out to do much of the observing. So when you are struggling, it takes a little while for him to notice, since you do still go out to class, have lunch with your friends… all kinds of things that he prefers to exclude himself from.

But he does notice, seeing you a little less chipper when you greet him after a long day of classes. He notices how you seem a little deflated, how you seem to be a little less involved in everything, including quality time with him.

PDA, or even non-public displays of affection, are something Idia struggles a lot with, especially at the beginning of any relationship. He does get better, but he never truly becomes an initiator. A hug is not his first instinct whenever you look like you’re down, instead, he will try to distract you, and try to make you smile, because it does hurt him to see you down.

You will have to ask him explicitly for a hug, entering his room, and instead of taking your usual place next to him to either game with him or watch him game, you’ll just have to stand around for a bit, waiting for him to pause what he’s doing and look up at you.

“Idia, I feel really shitty today, can you maybe get up and give me a hug?”

Just the very tips of his hair turn pink -it’s gotten a lot better over the time that you’ve been together- but he cannot help to still get a little flustered by your request, slowly nodding, putting the controller down, and going over to you for a hug.

He is not the best hugger, he definitely could use some more practice, but that is something you are already working on. What you need right now is for him to just hold you while you squeeze him tightly -not so tight it hurts, but still- and stand with you for a while. He does just that, and you feel yourself relaxing a little bit.

He then comes with an interesting proposition, one you simply cannot refuse. If you maybe would like to sit in front of him while gaming? You can lean against him a little, and with his head on top of yours or on your shoulder, and his arms around you to hold the controller, it will be mostly like a hug, no?

You smile for the first time that day, nodding while slowly letting go. That seems like an ideal plan.

#Twisted wonderland #vil x reader #idia x reader #silver x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x you #idia shroud x reader #idia x you #silver x you #vil x y/n #idia x y/n #silver x y/n #twst x reader #twst #headcanons #request #comfort #fluff

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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can i request ace, silver and floyd w an s/o who is a futakuchi-onna? ( two mouthed woman ) (think of filia from skullgirls) who tends to cover their hair with a hat.

Hi! Thank you for the ask! I remember being scared of the futakuchi-onna when I was younger haha, so this was fun to write!

Ace, Silver, and Floyd with a futakuchi-onna!s/o

Ace

He complimented your hair one day, deciding to run his fingers through it. While doing so however, he ended up knocking the hat over and seeing the mouth on the back of your head

You’ve never seen him so startled before, just a “Woah what is that?!” as he falls backwards. He’ll apologize right after, saying that it’s nothing bad, it’s just he wasn’t expecting it

You’ll have to explain to him what you are, and he’ll just sit there like “wow”

“So you can eat double the speed?” He’ll make light jokes about you having another mouth, but overall appreciates you for who you are.

He’s very chill about it after you tell him your situation, and won’t have a problem hanging out with you. He’s especially amazed at how your hair can move and grab things, it’s all cool!

If anyone tries to knock your hat off and insult you or just straight-up be mean to you, Ace will knock them out (or you two can beat the guy up together)

Silver

He didn’t notice you had something behind the back of your head until he asked you why you wore a hat around everywhere. You would have to explain to him how you have a curse that made you have two mouths.

“If you are comfortable with it, may I see?” he’ll ask carefully about the back of your head, and when you do decide to show him, he’s a bit startled but quickly calms down.

He doesn’t mind that you have two mouths honestly and will consult books and Lilia to see what he can do to be a better bf now knowing your situation.

He might forget you have a mouth on the back of your head and will sometimes run his hand down your other mouth while he’s with you.

If anyone tries to hurt you about being a futakuchi-onna, he’ll step in front and tell the other person to stop in a very, very intimidating way. He won’t go into physical fighting right away like Ace, but isn’t against it

If you ever feel insecure about having another mouth, he’ll remind you that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. He might kiss you on your other mouth from time to time as well.

Floyd

He was running around chasing you until your hat flew off and he saw your other mouth.

Floyd wasn’t scared at all, he just looked at it and was like “Cool, what’s this?”

You explain how you have two mouths because of a curse, and before you can say how you have to hide it all the time because you’re afraid it will scare people, he kisses your other mouth.

“I can kiss you more now, shrimpy!”

Like the other two, he will make sure people who insult you or tease you about your curse don’t leave without any punishment. He’ll likely squeeze them really hard, or you two might work together to beat them up (your hair can grab things too so...)

Floyd’s probably the most enthusiastic about you having another mouth since he just finds it really unique. He might feed your other mouth sometimes for fun.

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alucztive · 1 year

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Silver with a reader who has trouble sleeping

i had to make shit up to write this

No warning.

No pronouns : Gender-Neutral.

As the moonlight shone through the curtains, you lay in bed, tossing and turning in a desperate attempt to fall asleep. You had always had trouble sleeping, but tonight seemed to be particularly difficult. You tried counting sheep, reading a book, and even taking a warm bath, but nothing seemed to work. It was then that you decided to seek the help of your dear friend, Silver.

You had met Silver during your time at Twisted Wonderland, and he had quickly become one of your closest confidants. You knew that he had a calming presence, and you hoped that he could help you find some peace and quiet in your mind.

You made your way to Silver's room, and you knocked softly on the door. "Silver, are you awake?" you whispered. You heard shuffling from inside, and a few moments later, the door opened to reveal Silver, dressed in his night suit. "What's the matter?" — he asked, concern etched on his face.

"I can't sleep," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Silver's expression softened, and he gestured for you to come inside. You followed him into his room, taking a seat on the bed beside him. "Tell me, what's been troubling you?" — he asked, placing a gentle hand on your back.

"I don't know," — you admitted. "My mind just won't shut off. It's like I'm stuck in this never-ending cycle of thoughts and worries." Silver nodded in understanding. "I know how that feels. Sometimes, our minds can be our own worst enemies."

He sat with you in silence for a few moments, allowing you to collect your thoughts. You could feel the warmth of his hand on your back, and it was strangely comforting. "Would you like me to help you relax?" — Silver asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded eagerly, grateful for any help he could offer. Silver stood up from the bed and walked over to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small, silver box. He brought the box back to the bed and sat down beside you once again.

"Close your eyes," he instructed softly. You did as he said, and you felt him lift the lid of the box. You could smell a faint scent of lavender, and you wondered what he had in store for you.

Silver took out a small, silver pendant and held it up in front of you. It was a delicate piece, with a clear, crystal-like stone in the center. "This is a dreamcatcher pendant," — he explained. "It's said to help ward off bad dreams and promote peaceful sleep. I've been using it for years, and it's never failed me."

He placed the pendant around your neck, and you felt its weight settle on your chest. You opened your eyes and looked down at it, admiring the way it glinted in the moonlight. "Thank you, Silver," — you whispered, touched by his kindness.

Silver smiled at you, and you could see the genuine affection in his eyes. "Anything for you." He took your hand in his, and you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you. You looked up at Silver, and he met your gaze with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Close your eyes again," — he instructed, and you obeyed. He began to speak in a soft, soothing voice, telling you stories of his adventures and travels. His voice was like a lullaby, and it wasn't long before you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

You dreamed of Silver, his silver hair and silver eyes, and the way he made you feel safe and loved. When you woke up the next morning, you felt more rested than you had in weeks.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that Silver's dreamcatcher pendant had worked its magic. And you knew that whenever you needed help falling asleep, Silver would be there to guide you to sweet dreams.

#twst x you #twst x y/n #twst x mc #twst x yuu #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst silver x reader #silver x reader #silver x y/n #silver x mc #silver x yuu

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schoenht · 7 months

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MODEL AU W SILVER

↝model au

character: silver

note: AND AFTER. A MONTH AND A HALF. I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED ALL MY MF REQUESTS LETS GOOOOOOOOO smau time woooooooof

EVENT IS CLOSED!

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst smau #twisted wonderland smau #silver x reader #silver x mc #silver x yuu #silver x y/n #silver x you #twst silver x reader #twst silver x mc #twst silver x yuu #twst silver x y/n #twst silver x you

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it-happened-one-fic · 11 days

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Hi, there! :D

I saw the new event once a book and I thought it was interesting, If it's not too much trouble I would like to request:

Fandom: TWST (Silver x Fem reader) Story: Charming Fairytale the Book: A book that has been lovingly re-covered in now sun-faded fabric. <3

If my order does not convince you, you can discard it without problems, but if not, take your time and without pressure. Thank you. The new event made me excited, you are one of my favorite twst writers and I am happy to finally place an order here

Oh my goodness! I’m so touched that you like my writings and I’m thrilled to write a fic for you. In all honesty, the book selection actually serves as the character selection, but since I didn't clearly indicate that int he even, I've written two fics for you. One for Silver and one for the book you chose. The one for Silver is below (which was written and edited while I listened to “Entendez-Vous” by Cécile Corbel, but I’ll make sure to link the other one to you as well! I hope you enjoy your tale(s)!

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Happily Ever After - Silver

Type: Female reader/ fluff/ romance implied/ charming fairytale/ isekai

Word count: 2465

I had to give it to the enchanted book I'd been sucked into; I had been given a very simple role. Find the lost prince and return him to his home so he could save the land from the rule of an evil witch.

It was a pretty basic fairytale plot, and I could only hope that finishing the story would result in me going back to Twisted Wonderland. If it didn’t, I really didn’t know what I could do other than place all of my hopes in Silver.

After all, he had been in the room with me when I’d opened the enchanted book that had, quite literally, pulled me into its story.

I scrambled up onto a rock, glancing around in search of some place that looked even vaguely like where I thought a lost prince might hide or be hidden.

To be honest, I fully suspected that he’d been locked away more so than he had been lost, since that seemed far more in line with what I’d expect from a fairytale about a supposedly lost prince.

But then, this particular fairytale had already surprised me in that there was a dude in distress with a lady savior rather than the usual damsel with a male hero. But then, I quite possibly wasn’t actually the hero of this story like I’d been thinking I was.

But no matter exactly what my role was, I was the one attempting to find the lost royal that the country was counting on to save the day.

I felt my eyebrows lift as I spied a shadowy castle that wasn’t terribly far from where I currently stood and did look almost exactly like what I’d expect from a place where a royal in distress would be kept.

I nodded slightly to myself before setting off, my pace fairly leisurely as I made my way towards the dark castle that looked like it had seen better days.

I almost smiled as I noticed the bats fluttering around the towers that stretched up towards the sky. A nice, almost gothic touch to the overall villainous aesthetic of the castle.

What made the place even better from my point of view was that the massive gate was open, and I had no difficulty getting in. In fact, I quite literally just walked into the place.

I did have to admit, though, that the fact that I’d gotten in so easily did beg the question of why this lost prince hadn’t simply escaped or come home on his own?

There was, of course, the possibility that I’d wholly misunderstood this situation and that I was dealing with a runaway prince rather than a hostage situation.

A runaway prince who was plot-ordained to save the country would make for an interesting tale, though it certainly wouldn’t be that of your typical fairytale.

More of a subversion than anything.

I frowned slightly as I walked around the seemingly abandoned castle that looked like it was steadily crumpling into nothing.

It was the sort of place Malleus would like, but that hardly helped my current dilemma.

Because if this prince was a runaway, he would probably be hiding from me. But if he were instead a hostage, like I’d initially suspected, then the first place I’d look would be in the dungeons or the tallest tower.

I glanced up at the towers, grimacing slightly at the thought of going into the mass of rocks that looked like they were about to collapse the very second a wind blew through.

I paused in my survey of the castle, though, feeling my eyebrows arch as I caught sight of a door that looked far heftier than any of the others. And it wasn’t just that either; that section of the castle also seemed far sturdier than the rest.

I rolled my shoulders and braced my hands on the dark wood before pushing, only for nothing to happen, causing me to frown at the weight of the door.

I inhaled deeply, though, and leaned fully into my shove as I dug in with my heels. I breathed through my motions as I slowly started walking forward, pushing the door open slowly but surely before I stumbled to a stop and looked up into the room beyond.

It was mostly dim, with only a bit of sunlight filtering in through the damaged roof above and spotlighting a single area on the dais. But otherwise, it looked wholly uninhabited, and no one was obviously hiding in it either.

I hesitated, though, frowning as I listened closely to a distant sound that slowly became clearer until I could identify it. Footsteps.

I glanced around, my eyes searching for the person, until a figure became visible as it approached the dais.

I felt my eyes widen as he stepped into the light that made his pale hair shine in perfect opposition to the darkness that was all around.

And he looked like a perfect prince. A dark uniform with silver epaulets and a sword hanging at his side. It was almost like I was looking at a picture out of a storybook, and I blinked up at him, hardly believing my eyes as my words failed me.

At odds with my speechlessness, he spoke in an almost tired tone, “Y/n… I wondered where you were.”

I blinked, almost like I was snapping out of a spell at the sound of his soft voice, and my voice returned to me, “You’re the lost prince??”

I openly gaped up at him, but I couldn’t help but be shocked that all of this time I’d been looking for him. Somehow, it seemed oddly fitting. I had gotten the strange sensation that I’d been searching for him my entire life before, but I’d always shaken it off and refused to ask him if he’d ever had that same sensation.

Despite my surprise, Silver was just like he always was. Utterly stoic and seemingly unbothered as he nodded at me.

I could only assume he’d gotten used to his role in this book just I like had, but I still found myself walking towards him with surprise still rolling through me, “You got sucked into the book too?”

It was another rather obvious question, but if he was bothered, he certainly didn’t show it. Instead, he just nodded before calmly walking down the stairs and meeting me in the middle of the room.

“Have you been in this place the whole time?” I found myself scanning him for injuries or anything else of the sort, but he seemed wholly unharmed.

“Yes, this castle seems to be cursed to keep from leaving,” He explained calmly, turning and walking over to the still open door only to be stopped short of exiting by a wall that shimmered into place.

I had been right. He wasn’t a runaway prince at all. He was being held hostage, no doubt by the witch that was currently ruling the country.

I felt myself frown as he stepped backwards, causing the wall to disappear once more as he turned to look back at me.

On the bright side, I now knew why it had been so easy for me to get into this place. But on the down side, I had no idea how to get him off here if this castle was specifically enchanted to keep him in.

And to make matters worse, if I couldn’t get him out, then we were stuck just in here, but in this story, and since he was in here, no one back in Twisted Wonderland would know where we were.

But then, I also didn’t know if finishing this story would get us out. For all I knew, we might be trapped in an endless rotation of the same story over and over again.

I glanced over at Silver before walking over to join him by the open door, “Do you know if finishing the story will get us out of this book?”

I watched him closely and prayed he knew the answer, only to sigh as he shook his head, a slight frown of his own appearing on his face, “No. I’d heard of enchanted books from Father, but he never mentioned how one got out of such a book.”

I watched him silently for a moment before inhaling and turning my gaze back to the door, “Well, working with the idea that finishing the story will get us out. We have to get you out of this castle first.”

I paused, glancing back his way before I continued, “Do you know anything about the curse on this place that’s keeping you inside?”

Again, I was desperately hoping he did because, despite all of the information I had received the very moment I’d woken up in this tale, none of it had anything about cursed castles.

A smile briefly flickered across Silver’s face as he nodded, shifting slightly to better face me, “Yes, ‘Only through the help of another who truly cares can the lost prince escape his home of old.’”

He spoke like he was reciting something, though I didn’t know. Perhaps a prophecy his character came pre-downloaded with or something.

I felt myself frown as I echoed his words, “‘His home of old’?? Was this the old royal castle or something?”

Silver shook his head, the motion disturbing his hair so that it was laying more like it usually did rather than the way it had been carefully placed beforehand.

I let out a hum, abandoning my questions about this story’s plot in favor of focusing on the rest of what Silver had said.

Only through the help of another who truly cares.

It sounded suspiciously like an explanation for how to break a curse since most fairytales usually include some sort of way to save cursed individuals.

Though, admittedly, that usually involved a kiss. A thought that had me avoiding looking at Silver and instead staring out the open door.

After a brief moment, I glanced back over his way once more. At the very least, I did care about Silver. I had for quite some time now, even if I often did my best to avoid thinking about it in favor of not messing up the friendship we currently had.

But, since I cared, that meant that I should be able to get him out of this castle.

I smiled at him slightly and held out my hand, watching as he glanced down at my palm before he reached over and carefully took my hand in his and looked my way expectantly.

I held up our conjoined hands between us, “Trust me?”

A smile flickered across his face at my light teasing before he nodded, and I grinned, “Alright then….”

I trailed off as I lowered our hands and tightened my grip on his hand as I turned to face the door once more. I inhaled, bracing myself before taking a step forward with Silver at my side, following my motions perfectly and even matching my stride as he stepped forward with me.

And at first, there was a strange sensation of being engulfed. Almost like something was pressing in on us from all sides.

And then, as quickly as breathing, it was over, and we were outside. But we weren’t just outside the room. We were also outside the entire castle, and I found myself glancing behind us in surprise.

“I can’t believe it worked…” My words were barely muttered, but were wholly honest. I really had expected it to be harder to actually get him out of the castle.

I turned to look at Silver, only to feel myself go still as my gaze collided with his, and I saw the way he was smiling at me. With gentle fondness. Just like he had ever since I’d gotten to know him.

And though I’d already thought it, I couldn’t help but wonder at how he really was the perfect choice for a fairytale prince. Almost unfairly so.

“W- Well, I guess now all that’s left is to get you back home,” I managed a smile despite the way my voice wavered.

Something flickered in his gaze that bordered on amusement. Almost like he knew exactly what effect he had on me, but he didn’t say anything about it. Allowing me a small bit of dignity even as he squeezed my hand lightly, causing my eyes to widen as he spoke, “And to get both of us back to Twisted Wonderland.”

I blinked slightly before feeling a genuine smile stretch across my face and I nodded, “Yeah.”

I gazed at him for a brief moment longer, letting myself relax now that I wasn’t alone in this storybook and had him by my side. But then something shifted.

He noticed it at the same time I did, his gaze sharpening before he whirled. Putting me behind him as he reached over and grasped his sword.

I stepped closer to him, glancing around warily, “What's going on?”

He shook his head, his voice solemn and lacking all of the warmth it had just previously held when it had just been the two of us standing together, “I don’t know. Something’s wrong.”

His words were the only warning I was given before the world bled away into white, slowly absorbing everything else into it. The last thing I saw was Silver whirling to look back at me with a determined expression before even he disappeared from sight, and all of the whiteness that threatened to blind me turned black.

I twitched slightly, and then my eyes flew open as I inhaled sharply.

The first thing I really registered was Sebek’s voice bellowing “HUMAN!!” as Lilia leaned over me with an amused smile.

I blinked up at the fae in alarm as he titled his head, his eyes glittering with amusement, “Looks like you both made it home just fine.”

I almost frowned in confusion as my brain fought to slowly catch up to reality before I realized that we were in the school library. I shifted before freezing as I realized something was wrapped around my waist that shifted with me.

I slowly twisted, my eyes widening as I made eye contact with Silver, who smiled at me slightly in an almost apologetic fashion as I realized what, or rather, who, I was sitting on.

“Do you know how this story ends, Malleus? It is a Briar Valley classic, after all,” Lilia’s tone was beyond amused as he spoke from behind me.

I heard Malleus hum in response as I sat, frozen in mortified embarrassment, in Silver’s lap. And somehow, Malleus’s response just made it all the worse, “Of course, how could I not? ‘And so they lived happily ever after.’”

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ultimateevader · 2 years

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SILVERSTOP, UR MAKING ME BLUSH 😭

MY FACE?? A LUXURY?? HELP?? 😳😳😳

#pokemon masters ex #pokemon masters #trainer lodge #pokemon masters ex trainer lodge #pokemon silver #silver #silver x reader #silver x y/n #TRAINER LODGE IS A DATING SIM YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE #trainer silver #trainer silver x reader

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michelletsw · 2 years

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The second year's replying to "I want a baby"

2nd yrs, 3rd yrs

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assriels · 3 days

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lessons in touch

pairing: azriel x f!reader

summary: azriel’s curiosity and penchant for spying reveals exactly why you’ve been more…enthusiastic in bed lately

word count: 5.8k :0

warnings: smut (not super detailed)!! 18+ mdni pls, az being nosy

a/n: this is one of my faves so far :’) i have this persistent silly headcanon that az is the biggest busybody of them all and that’s why he’s so good at his job

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banners by @/cafekitsune <3

Sex between you and Azriel was far from boring. It was a well known secret that Azriel had a predilection towards kink and experimentation, so your adventures with him between the sheets never left either of you dissatisfied. Far from it, actually.

Being with him was always pleasurable, wonderful, and unrivaled by any you’d had before him. During girls night, you had always attested to his prowess, said that his skills of observation extended past the battlefield and very much into the bedroom. And his wingspan…you would neither confirm nor deny whether the theory around Illyrian males and their wingspan was true, much to their chagrin, but the mischievous smirk that curled your lips was all they needed to confirm their suspicions.

Azriel was a skilled lover; he knew your ins and outs, understood almost innately how to coax pleasure from you with a simple, well placed brush of his fingers. More often than not, Azriel had you in a puddle on the floor before he could even take his pants off. Which, ordinarily, was a more than welcome skill — you loved how well he knew you, adored how he loved you so much that his brain was like a file cabinet of information about things you liked.

But you’d grown frustrated lately, more and more desiring to reduce Azriel to the same pleasure filled putty that he so often did with you. His composure was infuriatingly ironclad; you knew he felt the same primal, overwhelming desire that you did — such was the nature of the mating bond — but he was much better at masking it.

In short, you wanted to know what made him tick, what made him beg and whimper and plead with you to touch him. You’d been mated for a year now, and while his desire for you never waned, you had yet to find the one thing that made him sink to his knees and beg the way he so easily coaxed you to do for him.

It was no secret that your mate had a bold competitive streak. But your own stubbornness rivaled his own, leading to long, long card game nights and sparring matches — much to everyone else’s entertainment.

Though you knew you had no reason to feel such competitiveness when matters of the bedroom were concerned, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance that Azriel had so easily figured out how to make you squirm in a multitude of ways — with all your cards on the table — while you were still somewhat in the dark about his most favored bedroom inclinations. Azriel kept the secrets of his hand close to his chest.

So you vowed to yourself that you’d figure it out, test his composure to see how exactly to make that beautiful, calm countenance crack. It was like a game, but one you were more than willing to play and even more determined to win.

Ever the observer however, Azriel caught on to the changes in your excitement beneath the sheets, amusement and adoration coursing through his veins as he reveled in your sudden vigor, never shying away from a challenge.

You had been more experimental in your bedroom endeavors as of late, asking him to bend you this way and that, introducing things that he never thought you’d be interested in — not that he was complaining in the slightest. Though your differences were strikingly obvious, Azriel would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about where your sudden interest in various sexual niches had sprung from.

Initially, it was all fun and games; if you wanted to explore then so be it — he’d match you stroke for stroke every time. But eventually, his nosiness had wedged its way deep into each crevice of his mind until he was all-consumed, curiosity devolving into a burgeoning anxiety.

Was something wrong?

Azriel was positive that if you were bored you would tell him. Had you heard something from one of the others that spurred you to want to explore more? Had you felt as though you had to introduce novelty every time to please him?

You had to have known that was far from the truth; no matter your state, Azriel had always made it clear to you that you were the most exquisite creature he’d ever had the privilege of knowing, let alone laying with. He didn’t think there was anything wrong…at least not for him. Maybe you felt like something was missing.

“Penny for your thoughts, brother?”

Rhys’s voice snapped him out of his anxious musings. Azriel hadn’t realized that he was pacing so furiously he could have worn a hole through the floor. Both Rhysand and Cassian had been watching with amusement glinting in their eyes. After all, it was a rare sight to see their ordinarily calm and stoic shadowsinger so worked up.

The same poker face Azriel had worn to win countless games of cards against his brothers masked his features now, but the twitch in his brow and the near missable ruffling of his wings were tells that Cassian and Rhysand were well acquainted with.

The shadowsinger had never perfected his stone faced indifference when he was thinking of you.

Cassian ventured a guess, “Have you upset Y/N?”

Cassian had meant to tease, but the way Azriel stayed silent had his eyebrow arching in question. Azriel ignored the curious glance from his brother as his mind ran in circles once more.

Had he upset you? Was your sudden experimentation in bed some roundabout way of telling him that he had done something to hurt you? No, no…that didn’t make sense, he was being illogical.

Or…Had he somehow missed picking up on something that you liked?

Your sudden interest in sexual exploration was far from a problem, but he got the niggling sense that you were up to something, playing a game that he wasn’t privy to. And he wanted in.

Azriel was private by nature, never revealing more of his relationship with you than absolutely necessary to his brothers, not wanting to overshare in fear that he’d fall victim to their incessant teasing. But this…maybe it would be useful to get their opinions about your sudden change in interests? Cassian and Rhys were both mated males afterall, and maybe there was something Azriel was missing. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he fell victim to his crippling neuroticism more times than he’d like to. Curiosity and anxiety were two sides of the same coin.

So he indulged and told his brothers of your sudden vigor in bed, enthusiasm to try something new every single time. You’d been insatiable as of late and he didn’t know why; nothing had changed that he knew of and it was concerning him, he couldn’t stand not knowing.

“So,” Rhys started tentatively, narrowing his eyes in confusion, not quite grasping the issue that Azriel was so hesitant to endorse. “Y/N is trying new things in bed.”

And elsewhere, Azriel thought with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He’d leave that part out, though; Rhys probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing the details about the going-ons in the dining room of the townhouse. And the gardens. And the hallways.

“And you’re complaining?” Cassian asked, incredulous, similarly at a loss for his brother’s concern.

“I’m not complaining, Cass,” Azriel groaned and slumped unceremoniously into a chair (much like an irritated school child who’d been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to), immediately regretting his poorly thought out decision to confide in his brothers. “I’m just confused. I don’t know what she wants.”

“Have you considered asking her?” Rhys inquired, infuriatingly teasing smile curving his lips.

Azriel deadpanned and clicked his tongue, not believing that Rhys would assume he was so inept at communicating with his lover, “Of course I’ve asked. She just says nothing’s changed. I believe her, but it’s still bothering me and I don’t know why.”

Both Cassian and Rhys resisted the urge to laugh, mentally conversing about how Azriel’s affections for you often reduced him to an adolescent-like lovesickness, begging and willing to please. Az had been this way since they were children; fiercely competitive and subsequently pouty if he didn’t have the upper hand, always wanting to know and learn everything he could.

This side of the shadowsinger was one that did not make an appearance often, reserving itself until he was around the few he trusted wholeheartedly.

The past couple of centuries saw even less of this endearingly childish and competitive Azriel – even around his closest friends – as Night Court duties and his identity as Spymaster overshadowed most opportunities to be vulnerable in his relationships.

But when you came around, light began to spark beneath the shadowy depths of Azriel’s countenance as you slowly coaxed him to trust and love as fiercely as everyone knew he was capable of, with the reckless abandon that his childhood self so easily embodied.

“Maybe check her nightstand,” Cassian teased with a wink, only half joking, as a quiet happiness bubbled within him at the small glimpses of Azriel’s vulnerability. “Some of Nesta’s best kept secrets are hidden there.”

Before Azriel could furrow his brow and chastise his brother for snooping through his mate’s belongings, a realization hit him.

Nesta.

You had been spending an awfully large amount of time with the eldest Archeron sister in the library lately, choosing to hole up there in lieu of your other hobbies when you weren’t training or engaging in your various other Night Court duties.

But Nesta would be a dead end. There was no way he could approach her without tipping you off to his secret sleuthing. Though he and Nesta were friends, her loyalties laid with you; there was an unexplainable female camaraderie between you – a chosen sisterhood, if you will – and if he asked if she knew anything about what was going on, she’d go running to you, mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

The conversation with his brothers was about as helpful as he initially thought it would be, and he let himself succumb to their jokes about how wrapped around your finger he was. Azriel had endured it graciously, knowing better than anyone that they were right, that he was indeed wrapped so tightly around your little finger that he was unsure of where he ended and you began. That he would gratefully stay in the palm of your hand for as long as you would allow.

But that night, after you had told him not to wait up for you because you’d be having drinks with Feyre and Mor, Cassian’s voice reverberated insistently in his mind.

Check her nightstand…best kept secrets…

Azriel resisted the urge to snoop for all of ten minutes before his inherent nosiness clouded his judgment and got the better of him; afterall, his love for secrets is what made him such an effective spymaster. Before he knew it, he was rolling onto your side of the bed, inquisitive hands pulling open your bedside drawer.

Hidden among the small stack of books he had given you was a thick novel with a cover he recognized, but gave no second thought.

It was a book you said Nesta had lent you. When he asked if you liked it you said it was “only okay” and that you’d let him know if he should read it when you were finished. Despite your lukewarm review, however, it had never left your side, and he had found you on more than one occasion cozied up with it in your hands, cheeks dusted with a heat he knew all too well.

Azriel was well aware of the content of the books Nesta favored, often lending a reluctant ear to a whiny Cassian whenever she paid more attention to her books than him.

But there was no way your sudden excitement for novelty in the bedroom could be inspired by Nesta’s smutty recommendations…right? He leafed through, assessing hazel eyes quickly skimming the paragraphs, catching glimpses of the prose that had you so enraptured.

Azriel felt the back of his neck heat.

It was smut, as he assumed. But this was truly…filth. Pure, unadulterated, filthy smut.

Azriel was a lover of all books, never having been one to categorize or judge them by popular opinion. And, to be completely fair, he had read a decent amount of books filled with sex and romance.

But…he was sure that the acts detailed in this one would make even the Court of Nightmares’s debauchery look saintly. Even Azriel, who had been correctly assumed to be the kinkiest of the Inner Circle, felt tame in comparison to the words flickering across the pages of your book. How did you read this with such impassivity on your face?

Azriel snapped the book shut with such force the pages blew a cool, gentle breeze onto his heating face. He tried – and failed – to not picture you in the position the main character in your book was described in, unintentionally sending a soft hum of his burgeoning arousal down your bond. He was beginning to understand your desire to replicate the more salacious scenes detailed in your novels.

Having fun without me, Az? Came your teasing inquiry in his mind, as he meticulously replaced all of your belongings into your nightstand.

Don’t be nosy, he quipped back, extremely aware of the irony of his statement. And then after a beat he added, answering your question with a sincerity that never failed to grip your heart, Never without you, love.

You left him waiting for a response a little bit longer than you normally would as you attempted to control the thundering beat of your heart in your chest. You were convinced that no amount of time could ever diminish the effects that Azriel’s blatant display of love had on your composure. As much as he was wrapped around your little finger, you were just as tightly wrapped around his.

I take back what I said earlier, wait up for me.

Azriel smirked to himself, feeling a flare of triumph, It’s a date, then. Maybe I’ll find something interesting to read in the meantime.

If you caught on to his sly insinuation, you did not let on, just continued bantering with him for a few moments before returning your full attention to your friends, who were no doubt attempting to extract morsels of information from your obviously lascivious exchange with your lover.

But that night – even after Azriel had promptly fucked you into a blissful oblivion – had yielded no more information about your recent proclivity for finding a new kink, so Azriel did what he did best and spied.

He kept a watchful eye on the books you read, and tracked the times you asked him to try something new. He spent more time in the library than necessary under the guise that Rhys had put him up to some research.

Which was only half of a lie. He was in there to do reconnaissance, yes, just not for Rhys.

Azriel scanned the bookshelves for anything that seemed like it had been recently replaced, pages still clinging to the sweet scent of your skin. A title he recognized caught his eye and he slotted it out of place, flipping through the pages to confirm his suspicions.

This book was shorter than the others he’d seen you carry around, but certainly no less obscene. A smirk pulled at Azriel’s lips as he read a dog eared chapter that you had clearly marked for inspiration, recollections of your most recent tryst in his office flooding his awareness.

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You had sauntered into his small, private study at the House of Wind, short dress skimming the curves of your thighs as you bent to greet him with a kiss to his cheek. He’d been distracted at the time — surveying maps and cross referencing with ancient textbooks — and barely tore his attention away from his work long enough to squeeze your hand in greeting.

But you didn’t seem to mind, opting to make yourself comfortable and purveying the books neatly organized on his shelves. When you’d found a book you thought would be interesting enough — though probably not quite as interesting as the one you’d just finished, per Nesta’s recommendation — you settled into the armchair across Azriel’s desk, shoulders against one armrest as your legs draped over the other.

Azriel looked up at you then, soft smile curving his lips. He loved when you kept him company while he worked; somehow, whenever you were around, work never seemed nearly as daunting or overwhelming.

You met his gaze with your own grin, silently communicating your support of him in the way that only mates could, tugging gently on the bond before winking at him and resettling your attention back to the book in your lap.

The both of you worked in that wonderfully comfortable silence for a while before Azriel caught you fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. The sun had begun its routine descent below the horizon, cool breeze stirring the sheer curtains framing his windows. Though summer had plagued the days with heat and humidity, the nights were still cool as the last dregs of spring eked away.

He looked up, intending on asking if you needed anything — a blanket, maybe — but the words died swiftly in his throat when he eyed a flash of bare skin as you swung your legs to stand, showcasing just enough for him to clue in to the fact that you were indeed not wearing underwear. Or anything else under your dress, if the peak of your nipples beneath the silk was anything to go by.

Selfishly, for a brief moment, Azriel decided that maybe keeping the windows open wouldn’t be so bad.

He pried his eyes away from your form making its way back to his bookcase, and instead attempted to tamp down the raging lust stirring in his belly so he could focus. But the mental picture of what he knew lay beneath the barely there fabric of your dress coupled with your scent made the lines on the map he was studying blur into nonsense.

Though intelligent and compassionate at heart, Azriel often found himself a slave to his baser male instincts when it came to you. There was little – if anything – you could do to quell the raging need to touch you, kiss you, be near you at all hours of the day; his desire for you was a constant hum belying his daily routine. He had not one iota of self control when you were involved, much to his simultaneous thrill and chagrin.

Inwardly, he cursed himself as he stole another glance at you as you stretched onto your toes to reach a book on the top shelf.

Beauty incarnate, truly, he thought. Azriel’s eyes tracked each slope and valley of the lines of your body, taking his time to commit each curve to memory, the way he should have been doing with the maps sitting now uselessly on his desk.

You looked at him over your shoulder, small pout on your lips, “Az, can you help me? I can’t reach.”

Azriel’s heart leapt. It’s like you were doing it on purpose, and in hindsight you definitely were. But despite the gnawing adoration encouraging him to fall to his knees and worship at your feet, he stood with the cool grace of someone unperturbed by their mate’s subtle seduction.

Azriel obliged you, coming up behind you, one hand curling around your hip to steady himself as the other reached easily to the top shelf to grab the book your fingertips skimmed. As he leaned forward, you could feel the hard planes of his chest against your back and you wanted to abandon all your plans to slowly seduce Azriel into a puddle on the floor, but you remained steadfast in your decision. Nesta had pushed a book into your hands and said she tried this once with Cassian and that the resulting hours were pure heaven, and you wanted to test the theory, curiosity rivaling that of your mate’s.

You barely registered Azriel putting the book in your hands, too lost in the warmth of his familiar touch. But you composed yourself quickly, leaning back into him to kiss him in thanks, not so subtly pushing your ass back into his hips. A feeling of revelry settled in your chest when you felt him already half hard beneath his pants, his fingers curling tighter around your hip.

Oh so reluctantly, you pulled away, perfect picture of obliviousness as you plopped back down on the armchair you were occupying previously.

Azriel thought he would collapse in on himself when you went to sit back down. You had him so tightly ensnared it was like he was still in the midst of the initial mating frenzy. He briefly wondered if the mind-boggling need for you would ever go away, though part of him knew hoped it never would.

He took a moment to compose himself — if that was even possible when one’s mate was clearly playing a dangerous game of seduction — bracing himself with one arm steady against the bookshelf.

Despite how much Azriel so greatly wanted to shirk his responsibilities to bend you over his desk, he wouldn’t. Not yet anyway. The work day wasn’t quite over, and the plans he was making for you would surely last too long to finish his research afterwards. So he steeled himself and took a deep, steadying breath, willing his blood to fill his head again so he could think with some semblance of clarity.

Though at baseline, he always found it difficult to think rationally when you were around.

While Azriel was trying — and failing — to regain his composure, you were feigning extreme interest in the book you had selected at random: The History and Systems of Fae War Treaties.

If Azriel had been paying any attention to what you were reaching for, he’d have caught on to your ploy, but luckily for you the mere sight of you was enough to render him at least somewhat incapacitated.

You took a peek at him over the back of the chair, triumphant satisfaction crooking your lips into a mischievous smile. Maybe this would be the day he finally cracks, you think to yourself.

But as the sun dipped lower beneath the skyline of Velaris below, and as Azriel stubbornly worked away at his desk, you felt the tiredness of the day settle into your bones, pull you deeper into the plush leather of Azriel’s loveseat. Cassian had run you ragged with training this morning, and Rhys and Amren had your mind working tirelessly as the three of you attempted to draft a peace treaty in a meager four hours.

But you wouldn’t sleep, not yet, not until you had reduced Azriel to a beautiful, orgasmic mess in his chair. Not until the hazel of his eyes were blown dark with desire and pleading as you straddled his hips.

The next hour was a fight to stay awake as the words on the pages in your lap began to blur into obscurity, mind muddling with theories and questions — though the book was an off handed choice, you couldn’t deny that the information was coincidentally incredibly pertinent to the discussion you were having with Rhys and Amren earlier in the day.

The telltale sigh of a day’s work completed pulled your attention away from your book, gaze settling on your mate. His hair was mused in a way that told you he had spent the last however long skating his fingers through it, but as always it fell perfectly across his forehead in defiance of the tiredness creeping up his neck.

Azriel’s eyes met yours and apparently your coy seduction earlier still held his body in a vice, evident in the way he stood and stalked to you. There was a cool, domineering edge to his movements and you knew your plan had worked to a degree, but the determination you had to break him down had leeched out of you the same way the night had stolen the day’s heat.

You hummed in satisfaction as he leaned down to kiss you, the pressure gentle and so, so sweet. A stark contrast to the dark and tempting storm of desire Azriel flooded your senses with down the bond.

Never once breaking the contact of your kiss, he’d wedged a knee between your legs as one hand braced against the arm of the loveseat while the other danced at the hem of your dress, endearingly asking for permission.

Your mouth curved against his and you guided his hand up to your hip, gasping delightedly when his hand tracked further up your waist, bringing the hem of your dress up with it as he slotted your hips more comfortably against his leg.

His lips traced a scalding trail of open mouthed kisses against your jaw, your neck, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest that had your hips rolling against him.

“So bold for me,” he said, his hand skating across your unclothed skin while he urged your hips to grind a little harder against his thigh. You gasped, the pressure so wonderfully perfect against your cunt.

Though your initial intention was to get Azriel all hot and bothered, you couldn’t deny that the game you had set yourself up in had the same effect on you; the lingering, almost lazy path his eyes swept over your body every time you shifted across from him left heat singing between your legs, untamed longing for you dancing down the golden thread between you.

“Az…” you rasped, arching your hips up to meet his still clothed body, the top of your dress pushed languidly down to your waist as Azriel played slow music on the skin of your breasts. The loveseat was a cramped fit at best, but Azriel’s surprising flexibility and dexterity made it work despite the general largeness of his wings and frame. He’d made even the smallest corners of the House work for your sexual escapades.

The memories of all the scandalous little happenings you two have been partaking in the past few months flitted across your mind’s eye like an erotic slideshow, and you groaned. Legs tightening around his in desperate search for more friction, more contact, more of him. His name on your lips again was a wanton plea, a sound so wonderfully obscene Azriel almost came in his pants.

“Hmm?” He hummed, closing his lips around your nipple, teeth gently tugging before his tongue was quick to soothe the ache. The way your hips were grinding so shamelessly against him had his head spinning with a swirling mix of lust and love, and he clung to the last shreds of self discipline he had. It was all he could do to not tear both of your clothes off and sink himself deep into your brilliant warmth.

Azriel had always been patient, mastery over his desire was a skill he’d honed meticulously over the past few centuries — though you had a way of quickly unraveling his self control with one flutter of your eyelashes. But he wanted to make this last for you, wanted to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. So he pressed his thigh more firmly between your legs, his own hips slotting against the side of your body.

You gasped at the feel of him, of how hard he was against your hip, and you tried to reach him, tried to get him to release some of the tension you knew coiled in his belly. He groaned deep and breathless when you pressed insistently against him, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he continued his ministrations on your body.

Azriel’s hands were everywhere, trailing paths around your breasts, up your neck, into your hair, and between your legs the way he no doubt was doing with the maps on his desk earlier.

It was infuriating how close you were already, how swiftly the tables had turned (though you half blamed the sudden onset of your fatigue the day had cursed you with), how with one well placed touch you were on the brink of collapse at Azriel’s mercy yet again.

He was urging your hips faster now, his fingers and lips making quick work of all the places he knew would have you keening. And before you could even register that he was still fully clothed, hard cock still straining against the confines of his pants, you were falling, breathless and dizzy with release.

The night had been far from over. You came twice more in that godsdamned loveseat – once with his fingers buried inside you and another time with his head between your legs – before he whisked you away to your bedroom where you finally, finally felt the delicious stretch of him inside you.

By the time the sun was making its appearance over the horizon once more, you had lost count of how many times Azriel had you begging.

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Though your spicy little rendezvous in his office – and encore in the bedroom – wasn’t quite an exact replica of what played out in the book you had apparently just read, Azriel had thought your coy seduction had its intended effect. He’d been so fucking desperate for you that he couldn’t wait until you were out of his study to have you coming for him.

But, as he skimmed the pages of the chapter you marked, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wouldn’t mind being fully at the mercy of your whims, wouldn’t mind submitting to the pleasure that you so easily coaxed from him. He was already always so eager to please you, so willing to crawl to the ends of the earth for you if you had so much as suggested you wanted him to.

“Azriel?” Nesta’s voice dripped with wicked amusement, effectively pulling him from his erotic reverie. “I never thought I’d see you in this section of the library.”

Fuck.

He hadn’t anticipated that he’d run into Nesta, a severely idiotic oversight on his part considering the House’s library was something akin to her own personal sanctuary. Azriel turned slowly on his heels to face her, mind working in overdrive to come up with a viable excuse for him being there.

“Nesta,” was all he came up with. Pathetic.

Her smirk turned deadly when she realized he was floundering. Arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted ever so slightly upwards, she looked the very portrait of smug amusement; he would expect nothing less of his friend who moonlighted as Lady Death.

Nesta’s eyes dropped to the book he forgot he was holding, and her eyebrows shot up in understanding, “Ah, I just recommended that one to Y/N. She gave it a hefty five stars. Said it was…intriguing.”

Nesta’s sly comments were enough to confirm Azriel’s suspicions that you were taking bedroom inspiration from the arsenal of smutty books the House stocked. And, with the way Nesta was biting her tongue, he could tell that she knew exactly why he was there.

Cassian, that fucking mouthy bastard.

Before Azriel could open his mouth to tell her that it wasn’t what it looked like – even though they both knew it was exactly what it looked like – Nesta stalked past him, pulling books off the shelf with striking precision. With a stack of five books balanced on one hand, she took the one Azriel was holding and reshelved it.

“These are Y/N’s favorite,” she said, this time with a little bit more softness and understanding as she placed them gingerly in his arms. “I’m sure she’d love if you read them.”

Azriel scanned each cover, a fond smile working to tilt the corners of his lips. You did love these; he had been familiar with these covers long before you were even mated, always keeping a lovingly watchful eye on the things you enjoyed, filing the knowledge away in his mind for later.

“Thanks, Nesta,” he said sincerely, adoration for you filling his chest with warmth as he remembered the excitement lighting your eyes while you read these books, cute flush radiating off your cheeks.

Nesta only nodded, giving his shoulder an encouraging few pats as she stalked off to another aisle, no doubt scouring the shelves for a new read.

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Azriel told himself that he’d only read a few chapters — for research — but he hadn’t realized that he’d spent the better half of his day off lounging on the loveseat in his study.

Despite his previous reservations around the smutty books you’d so lovingly treasured, he found he was enjoying them — and not just for the well written, detailed sex scenes that you were pulling ideas from. He was two-thirds of the way through the second book, in the midst of the big climax, when you snuck up on him.

“It seems you’ve discovered my dirty little secret,” you said coyly, arms coming up behind him to snake around his shoulders.

Azriel jumped at your sudden appearance, inwardly cursing himself for teaching you how to sneak up on someone so effectively. He closed the book swiftly, feeling a flustered blush creep up his neck.

You pouted and rested your chin on his shoulder, “Aw, you were just getting to the best part! Don’t stop reading on my account.”

Azriel groaned but gave in, leaning back into your touch, “Don’t tease me.”

“I would never tease you, my love,” you said mockingly before kissing his cheek. “It is really the best part, though. The paint scene—“

Before you could regale the details of the main characters’ sexual escapades, Azriel took your chin in his fingers and slotted his lips over yours in a silent plea to stop your innocent tormenting. He reveled in the way you kissed him back without pause; he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the way you loved him as eagerly as he did you.

“Dirty little secret, huh?” He quipped, lips brushing yours as a bemused smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. You rolled your eyes as you made your way around the back of the chair, gesturing for him to uncross his legs so you could settle yourself on his lap.

Your weight was a welcome comfort as he continued prodding you, “Is this why you’ve been so…eager lately?”

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” you admitted, winding your arms around his neck as he scoffed in mock disbelief.

“Give me some credit love, I notice everything when it comes to you.” Came his quick response.

You pursed your lips, half in childish dissatisfaction that your little game was over, “I just wanted to know how to get you to beg for me. I needed ideas.”

Your nonchalance belied the wicked sensuality of your words and he chuckled, wrapping his wings around you both before mapping a scathing trail of kisses up your neck. The pillowy feel of his lips brushing your ear made you shudder, his teeth nibbling playfully at your earlobe as he hummed deep in his chest, “We have a lifetime together, there’s no rush. But since you want it so badly, shall I show you how well I can beg for you?”

Azriel’s offer sent an exhilarating shiver down your spine, and you so desperately wanted to give in, wanted to watch him come undone beneath you as he pleaded with you to touch him. But you shook your head despite yourself, competitive stubbornness the only barrier between you and what you wanted.

“I want to earn it, make you want me so bad you can’t help yourself.”

Your words were a breathy murmur that nearly had Azriel flipping you over right there on the too small lounge chair, but he resisted, prioritizing his assurances that you were the only thing he wanted every second of every day.

“That’s the thing, beloved,” he whispered in your ear, deep voice doused in honey reverberating in your bones as your desire flared so wildly it made you lightheaded. His hand, calloused palms rough against your skin, skated beneath the hem of your dress to grab hold of your hip and move you so you were straddling him.

This was the image you played over and over in your mind. The unbridled, unrestrained look of pleading in his eyes that blew his pupils wide, that had his hips shifting against yours in a display of just how much he wanted you.

“I always want you,” he continued. “I’d beg for you like I am dying of dehydration and you are my oasis. Just ask, and I’ll do exactly as you say.”

You were mesmerized, finger tracing the sharp contours of his jawline before ending at his chin, tilting his gaze up with the same practiced dominance you’d seen him slip into countless times before. You savored the way he shuddered at your touch, pretty lips parting as his chest heaved.

The corner of your mouth quirked, your breath a ghost over his lips, “Show me, then.”

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super-marvel-dc · 2 months

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*Barry, and Y/N talking*

Pietro: *Runs up to Y/N and puts his arm around them* sup.

Y/N. *Stares at Pietro in shock and confusion* Pietro? What are you doing here?

Barry, slightly jealous: You know him?

Y/N, to Barry: Yeah... He's my ex... *Laughs awkwardly, and shrugs Pietro's arm off their shoulders*

Pietro, joking: Ouch, I thought you still loved me!

Barry, to Pietro: Sorry, buddy, but they're with me now.

Y/N: *Backs away slowly* I'm gonna go shopping, you guys have fun, uh, talking...

Y/N: *Bumps into someone* oh my gosh! I'm so sorry-

Y/N: Uh oh...

Loki, grinning: Hello, love.

Pietro, and Barry: Who's that?!

Y/N: Ehe, my ex... husband...

Pietro, and Barry: You were married?!

Loki: To a god.

Y/N, to Loki: You're not helping the situation.

Selina, walking towards Y/N: Y/N, is that you?

Pietro, Barry, and Loki: *Slowly turns to look at Y/N*

Y/N: I can explain...

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Lipstick Smudges

Includes; Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Malleus Draconia, Silver

Tags; slightly suggestive— but it's all sfw and a lot of smooches 😚

Gender Neutral Reader -> Reader does wear lipstick

Requested ! [Twst M.List] ♡

—Riddle Rosehearts

A death wish

If you wish to be berated about public appearances and whatnot, then this is is just the thing for you 😀

On the bright side, the red of the lipstick compliments his red hair and of course, the growing blush on his face

An innocent single kiss to his cheek, which quickly became less seemingly innocent in the form of a dozen pecks. Riddle lost all sense of control at the first kiss, your lips simply soft, gentle, and intoxicating. His chest was burning for oxygen, but he didn't want to pull away - not yet, just a couple more seconds, he reckoned. He was practically drowning in the overflowing feelings amongst the moment.

You pulled away, your face flushed from the heated moment, eyes half lidded as you attempted to catch your breath. Suddenly, your eyes widened, a fit of giggles following from you soon after. Riddle rosed a brow at that, his heart fluttering at the sound of your laughter. " What's so silly my rose?"

" Your face...!" You couldn't stop another chuckle from leaving you as you attempted to calm yourself. Perplexed, Riddle took a quick glance at the mirror perched at the side of his room. Low and behold, the great dorm warden of Heartslabyul— rendered a disheveled mess with flushed cheeks and... lipstick marks over his lips. If it was even possible, his face became many shades redder, placing the roses in the garden to shame.

To be honest, you couldn't tell if he was mad or simply surprised, perhaps a mixture of both knowing your boyfriend. As for the boyfriend himself, Riddle couldn't quite place a finger on what he was feeling. He should be angry, really, that if anyone witnessed him this state, it would truly be embarrassing. But it's wasn't that... bad. If anything, it just made his heart thump faster, and palms become fidgety.

But oh- if you thought you were off the hook, then you're horribly mistaken. But for now, he'll let it slide and perhaps get a couple more kisses from you.

—Azul Ashengrotto

He's already red at the thought of kissing and now having some very obvious red marking of your kissing(which wasn't really that intimate) ?! He feels like he may explode on the spot

To be honest, if you don't point it out him, he's not going to notice for a while until some poor soul garnered the courage to tell him

It was a goodbye kiss - a goodbye which left a bright red mark on the corner of his mouth. Azul was curious as to why everyone was giving him a lingering gaze, some looking away to chuckle to themselves. We're they teasing him? Did he have anything in his teeth, perhaps?

A quick glance to the mirror answered all those questions, and he was mortified. The first thing he did was seek you out and demand - no, he can't raise his voice at you- nicly question, what caused you to do something so... so scandalous! Why do this to his face? Were you trying to make him have a heart attack?

He was too dumbfounded to even wipe it off, contributing to a very amusing scene to play before your eyes; your boyfriend out of breath, face flushed terribly red and just a tiny bit of your lipstick sticking to his lips.

" Darling, look what you did to my face." He sputtered, his face flushing an embarrassed pink as he pointed to the innocent mark. You giggled slightly at his dramatic antics, earning you a dramatic gasp from his end.

" Sorry Azul, didn't mean to leave a mark."

" Everyone in the school saw, and no one considered telling me." He mumbled out dumbfounded.

"It's really not that bad." You attempted to soothe him, grabbing a tissue to wipe it off. You were surprised when he caught your wrist suddenly, the material just shy from his lips.

Oh?

" Now now, I never say I didn't like it. Just be more cautious, Angelfish. Otherwise, I'll never hear the end of it from the twins."

Oh.

—Jade Leech

Really it's you who gets more flustered than he does.

If anything, he looks rather unfazed by the mark. Makes matters worse by teasing you for it, chuckling lightly as you scrambled to save your dignity

"Oh Jade... I got some of my lipstick on your face, " you muttered rather sheepishly, pointing the vibrant red smudge against his mouth as you pulled away. Your lover merely rose a brow at that, for he was already fully aware that it's there! But it presented an opportunity to make a gentle tease at the situation, and given how you're becoming red, it was worth it.

"Oh?" He tilted his head, a smirk already playing on his lips as he examined myself. "Why it seems you have, my dear." He exclaimed with a faux dramatic sigh before giving off a light-hearted chuckle.

Really, Jade paid little mind to the mark - though painfully obvious in contrast to his blue hair. However, people are too afraid of him to make fun of him for it, and besides, he felt entranced by it some way. Marked by his lover in such an innocent and unintentional way? You're really pulling at his heartstrings.

He pointed to the smudge, the pigment rubbing against the corners of his mouth, then he pointed to the other side bare and lipstick-free. Before you could even reciprocate your confusion, Jade suddenly leaned forward, a puff of hot air tickling your cheek. Your gasp of surprise only acted to empathize that smirk of his whilst the pads of his gloved fingers brushed along your spine, ecliting goosebumps along the curves of your body.

" Why don't you leave a couple more, my dear? Mark me as yours, hm?" It's safe to say that you were a little late to your class, your lips noticeably a little puffy and red.

—Malleus Draconia

Malleus, who doesn't really understand why you're making a big fuss about in the first place. It's just a small little mark, it can be easily wiped off with his sleeve.

He's intrigued by it; however, it wasn't something he can place his finger on but he stared at the smudge with some form of interest in his eyes

Tbh he's too busy kissing you to even pay attention or care 😗

Honestly, Malleus hardly even noticed or felt the texture of the pigment rub against his lips as he chased you for another kiss. He was too intoxicated in the moment, his chest heaving as he pulled another searing kiss that made the tips of his fingers go numb. It's only when you suddenly pulled away, your eyes widening slightly did he consider that something might have been wrong.

" Why are you staring at me like, my treasure?" He inquired with a tilt of his head, scenarios starting to run through his brain. You shyly pointed to his face, a faint red creeping on your cheeks from mild embarrassment. He hummed as his eyes quickly danced over to the nearest mirror, and there it was; a smudge of color against his face.

It was hard to read his expression within that moment, his brows were furrowing slightly but he remained stagnant in his motion. As you started to internally panic, Malleus let out a soft chuckle, his lips spreading in a small smile as he flickers his attention back to you.

" My love, it's just a little smudge. Don't be so concerned." He lightly chastised as his hands snaked around your waist and pulled you a little closer. " I truly pay little mind toward public appearances and if it came from you, then it certainly is worthy to be on my face."

His finger reached out to trail along your bottom lip, effectively accumulating a little more pigment on his fingernail. He chuckles at the reaction it eclicts from you as he leans in, lips brushing against your own. His voice is low as hushed whisper, sending shivers down your skin.

"However, let's conern ourselves with that later. Allow me to enrapture you in some more kisses."

—Silver

Literally does not care. He has no qualms with going to class with a smudged face of your lipstick. So what if they point and whisper? He really could hardly care

Really, he's too busy chasing after your lips to really concern himself over it. Why fuss over a small mark when he can kiss you breathless and maybe add a couple more of marks while he's at it?

Soft sighs were the only audible thing that registered in your brain as you felt your chest be knocked out of oxygen for the nth time. The only coherent feeling was Silver's lips on your own, swollen and blemished as he retreats for a quick intake of air before repeating the action. However, before he could lean in for another round of fervish kisses, you propped your hands on his shoulder, halting in him in place.

" Is something wrong?" He mumbled, hot breath pricking your cheek— it took all your willpower to not shudder, even as his fingers brushed along your upper arms. A couple more seconds of silence passed before you spoke; " I- I got some of my lipstick on your face." Your voice was barely audible and he had to strain his ears to hear.

He seemed to consider this for a moment, eyes flickering to the ground as he processed the words. His expression was unreable. You almost started to panic had it not been for the soothing circles he rubbed along your bare skin. Then, before you could ask, he leaned forward to press a chaste peck to your lips, followed by a:" I don't really care."

And with that, your cycle of kissing each other breathless until you're both heaving for air resumed and tenfolded with each passing second, touches becoming rough and impatient as you littered more smudges along Silver's face.

Anon, you didn't specify which fandom, so I went with twist. I hope that was okay ✿

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