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Tatsuya Suou

Gender Neutral Reader

Contrary to his appearance Tatsuya is actually quite reclusive

So when you actually got the chance to converse with the oh-so popular Tatsuya you were pleasantly surprised

He wasn’t at all like what people rumored him to be

Being somewhat strangers he was actually more open to talking to you

Of course the multitude of chatting sessions made you out to be anything but strangers

You mostly chat about hobbies and your days

Assuming you don’t have the same classes of course

He can be so fucking goofy at times

And not even on purpose

Try your best not to laugh at him

He has his “cool” moments but for the most part he’s hella awkward

If you happen to own a bike or are just interested in motorcycles he immediately geeks out

INSISTS you have any repairs/modifications you go to him

He can get pretty passionate about things he believes in and will stick up for you if your are unable to do so yourself

Great friend to have around and possibly more if you’re willing to try

Gossip

Octavian

Gender Neutral Reader

Shit talker supreme

Now let’s be real here bro doesn’t have a lot of ACTUAL friends

So best believe he CONSTANTLY yaps to you about everything and anything

Regardless of your type of relationship

He can get hella scary at times

A lot of times

The fucking massacre of stuffed animals definitely made you just stand there for a bit

He’s quite the character

Avid rambler though

Only when he’s certain you’re around though

He’s made the mistake of just yapping only to turn and find that he was talking to himself

Now do I love Octavian? Yes, but, he’s a bitch let’s be real

Talks about people in passing quite frequently

Straight up hater in every aspect of it

Not confirmed but something in me tells me he’s a decent dresser and def says shit like “those shoes don’t go with that outfit”

His rude comments earn a few giggles until it’s about you

But at least he’ll tell you to your face

Has moments of slyness and will make you truly ponder if he complimented you or insulted you

Definitely has pissed off a shit ton of people but even though he’s frail he has his family/status and you as a crutch to continue to gossip

Pulled this shit out of my ass at 02:59a.m.

Shu would be insufferable watching any show/movie fashion ingrained. Whether he’s oggling and admiring or bickering and criticising you will NEVER get the full enjoyment of a fashionable film with him nearby.

Charles (III) would be infatuated with the concept of skincare. I fear that any routine you were to have to yourself would be criticised out the ass by him. Never lounging as his new journey for redemption occupies his thoughts along with being a ruler. However, he saves a special place in his day for a good face mask.

None quite top the workaholic troupe better than Archmage Lucilicca herself. Though, on her rare days of relaxation she finds herself attempting to cater to you. And with many protests she’ll back off. With only a simple glass of fruit wine and you in her reach maybe she could actually slow down for a day.

Al Rashad who values science above all and devotes his life towards it. Rashad who is learning to branch out into more leisure activities. Rashad who doesn’t know when to stop rambling about his latest theory. Rashad who has allowed you to prepare experiments alongside him. Rashad who beams knowing you share a similar thirst for discovery. Rashad who has difficulty communicating with others at times and appreciates not being pried at all the time. The curious Third Archmage Al Rashad.

Gracious guardian Lumie serves her entire life purpose out of protecting the seal. Only expelling her raging emotion of loneliness through chatting until she couldn’t breathe. Before she would be isolated once more. So, in moments of rambling she appreciates mutual chatter or even just detailed attentiveness if you naturally aren’t talkative. Because, while her constant words may seem annoying or nagging to some it’s the only way she knows.

Oficie[Doppo Kannonzaka]

02 Crossy-Road

17:30

The day is finally over and your seemingly endless duties are done. With it now being time to clock out and relax. You began waving a gentle goodbye to your colleagues when the elevator door beeped and out came the man you’ve been waiting for.

"Ready to go to the cafè Doppo?". You eagerly asked the now ever-tired man.

"Yes, I just have to clock out first." You nodded and scrolled through media while waiting for him to return.

He walked back and the two of you headed for the station.

"Ah! Y'know I always wanted to open my own coffee shop." You said taking your previous seat on the empty train.

"What's stopping you [f/n] ?"

"I guess I'm just scared of failure also I don't have a place to start the shop so..y’know.”

"Hm.." You sat in an excruciating silence until the train stopped. "Cmon let's go get that coffee!" You snatched his hand and dragged him out the train.

18:26

"I'm going to get hot chocolate this time and a strawberry shortcake! And you?" You asked gesturing towards the red-head.

"Um I'll get the same thing." He said to the worker with a shake in his voice. Perhaps he was nervous?

"Alright, two hot chocolates and two shortcakes strawberry style." The laid back worker lazily repeated back to you both.

"Yep that’s all!" With confirmation the worker turned around to get started.

"Let's just wait." He walked over to a table slouched. Looking over at you playing on your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked tiredly. "I'm playing crossy road. Why? Did you wanna try?"

"Sure."

You handed him the phone to play with a slight graze of one another’s fingers. Ignoring the small gesture his eyes fixated on the screen. And within a second he got the adorable animal ran over.

"This is fun." He quipped with a weird smile. "Um your not supposed to get run over Doppo..."

"Oh, sorry." He handed the phone back. Just then the waiter came bearing your orders and setting them down on the table.

"Thank you!" You bowed with gratitude for the food. Doppo had just nodded in agreement before sipping the familiar coffee from earlier.

"Y'know Doppo you should download the game if you like it so much." You took a piece with your fork from the cake.

"I thought I was playing it wrong [f/n]." He slightly tilted his head with confusion.

"I mean yeah, but, you can't expect to follow the rules all the time."

"Alright what was the app called?"

"Crossy road!"

"Ok it's downloading now." He placed his phone on the table revealing the download progress. "Ah that was good I'm full!" You sulked at the disappearance of the cake.

"Are you sad that you can't eat anymore?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"I mean yeah. I bought these tasty watermelon ice pops but I'm not gonna force eat it that ruins the experience!" You got up from the table.

"Hm I guess I wouldn't know. I don't really eat much." He opened the door for you both. "You don't say Mr.Eyebags." You pulled on his coat.

"Office work is tiring y'know especially for the nightshift workers." He said in effort to excuse his lifestyle choices.

"I wouldn't know! I get a full 2hours and 32 minutes and with the help of face masks and an assortment of teas I don't look like a zombie!" You glowed.

"I-" He cut himself off not knowing what or how to respond to that.

"I would walk you back home Doppo but I gotta water my plants and get some more work done." You begrudgingly confessed to him.

"It's alright I'll see you tomorrow on the train right?" He hopeful for once. "Oh yeah of course my ever-deprived friend, see ya!"

You waved him bye before closing the outer door and skipping to your apartment door. "Ah my lovely plants I'm home! Oh, right you don't talk.."

You tossed your bag on the small couch and laid on the bed you loved so much.

Oh and about that work? Fuck it. We both know that will not be getting done in a timely manner.

Lars isn’t the type to get attached to people especially in his line of work with the current ‘war’ going on. BUT, that doesn’t mean he won’t get attached especially if the person is physically weaker or younger than him. He’ll swear up and down, to the moon and back that he doesn’t want to endanger you by brining you into his life but he can’t help but ring your phone to check in on you to make sure everything is okay. Though he is aware of potential dangers he finds himself unable to cut ties with you even if it may be to your benefit, deep down he is human and still wants to have someone there for him be it far enough but close enough by to comfort him.

I love Lars’ hair sm

Not to be silly or anything but Leo would be a devious ass Fangen(German It/Tig/Tag)player. Especially when they’re ‘it’. Leo runs people down endlessly. You cannot shake them off they will get you. Trust me. Bros doing flips, sliding under benches, literal parkour maniac. No matter where the game is held you can bet your ass isn’t getting away from Leo. And when Leo is running from you, you’re not catching them either. Utilising the same techniques from before Leo effortlessly escapes with ease. And when/if you catch them they aren’t a sore loser about it. Giving you a head start before chasing your ass down the street.

You can’t convince me that Alisa doesn’t send those extravagant good morning pictures with zero text afterwards. At like 05:00 she’ll just send:

With even worse quality. And maybe an emoji if you’re lucky. She really does means well though. In her mind it’s not an annoyingly goofy message but a genuine morning text to start off your day on a positive node.

I find the concept of Claudio slightly becoming acquaintances with a person/being he couldn’t exorcise hilarious. Like despite his almost arrogant? demeanour he’d get pissed at the failure.

Going off of absolutely nothing I fear he would be less accepting of the failed exorcism if you were younger/more youthful looking. Like I believe he would be less aggravated if you were older or at least around his age. Because, who the hell wants to lose to a child. No qualms on gender though he’d be equally pissed for man, woman, or other.

It’s also not a “oh damn I failed let’s be friends” thing either. He’s going to throw everything he’s got at this. I have no reason to believe he wouldn’t attempt to shoot you as a last resort.

Eye twitching type shit.

It’ll be a while before he gives up on trying to make you a past tense. Let alone friendship or more if you’re feeling up to it.

About a year in and he’s still throwing holy water at you. But I’m just yapping feel free to discuss further with me.

So Tom is a canon fan of the group Love Sentence. I wonder how I could turn this into a story of sorts…

To Love and Like

Nana Komatsu

IDK GENDER?

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「I get it. You like the concept of a relationship with that dude but do you really love him?」

Silence often answered the questions she never could. Her tendency to shift from relationship to relationship was a reoccurring trait of hers. One that you’ve found yourself slowly drifting closer to.

「You just don’t understand.」

「Then help me understand! What could possibly lead you to think staying in a relationship like this is good for you?」

「You don’t get to decide what’s good for me. Stop ruining my life!」

A twinge of wrath had gotten caught in your eye. The slight twitch easing back any words you couldn’t take back.

「If you really want me to “stop ruining your life” then don’t text or call me whenever a slight inconvenience happens. Deal with it yourself.」

Seemingly unaware of her previous words, her eyes softened in remorse. The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember. And with her recent move to Tokyo your relationship had began to strain to a sickening width.

Yet the simple “sorry” couldn’t escape her mouth. And as she allowed for your figure to disappear from her sight. Her vision distorted with tears in your absence.

「Wait, but, I love(d) you.」

But, a silent whisper now. Drowned out through her sobs.

Maybe slightly out of character but I wanted to touch on her problematic side more

Teehee

HIHI imma start writing for baulders gate !

so i need requests amd ideas!

* i will write for any gender tav.

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* i will NOT writing anything homophobic, rasist, transphobic, or where tav is a minor.

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Miew

The Devil Corrupts a Nun

Pairing: Male Devil x Female!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, dirty talk, corruption kink, mentions of God, creampie, name-calling, fucking from behind, eye contact (with Jesus, idk what to tag here)

A/N: This has nothing to do with a Warrior Nun fic I read a while ago... nope.

"I was surprised at first, how easy it was to get you into this position." His long tongue licked the side of your newly exposed neck, "Then again you religious types are all to happy to get on your knees aren't you. All that kneeling, at least this time you get something good out of it." His hot hands roamed your body, pinching your nipples as he thrust into you from behind.

Of all the placed to let a demon, a devil take you it should not have been in the church. It shouldn't have been anywhere.

"To tell you the truth it worried me a little." He said thoughtfully.

"What did?" He was worried about you? That couldn't be right. He was only using you for his pleasure wasn't he? And you let him do it. Part of you enjoyed knowing that he found you so desirable to step into a place of worship.

Fangs pressed against your heated, wet skin, "That someone got to you before I did." His tail sneaked between your legs, trailing your shaking thighs before delivering a quick slap against your clit. "But no, of course you wouldn't do that. You were saving this pretty pussy. I'm flattered, human."

You shook your head, mind nearly blank as he kept bottoming out and rubbing his tail over your abused clit. "Not for you, devil."

"Of course not for me. For Him." His claws dug into your scalp as he pulled your hair and made you look at the cross, "That's what makes it all the sweeter for me. I get to take you, make you my own, make you moan in pleasure. Tell Him. Go on, tell Him how good my cock feels."

"I can't. I won't." If you admit to in front of God then... the Devil really will take your soul. You hated how appealing that was to you in this moment. But after? He would surely get tired of you.

"No? Then I should stop?" You whimpered as he started to pull out. "I shouldn't? You want more?" You tore your face away from his grip, eyes on the floor, fists balled into fists, "You can admit it. If you do so I will make you my woman, forever."

Your body moved in it's own, hips rolling back until your ass was against him, "Don't leave."

He pressed himself against you, your hips tilted up, head pushed down, "Then I won't. I'll be here every night when you come here to prey, to ask for forgiveness. I will teach you everything about pleasure, mine and your own. With how much I come in your womb they might think of you as the next Virgin Mary. Little will they know you're a the devil's cockslut."

Your pussy clenched tight around his cock, keeping him in while he emptied himself inside you, growling praise and sin into your ear.

Wearing your brother’s dog tags brings a lot of questions, which meant problems. Especially from men, especially at a bar where said men try to pick you up. Or strike a conversation about the mysterious dog tags. Lucky for you a certain Scot lovingly doesn’t think to ask too many questions. Not until Johnny “Soap” Mactavish’s tongue is down your throat in the back of his car on holiday do the gears begin to turn. But only, yes only after, a few odd weekends of small dates and letters when he can write, he finally decides to ask who your tags belong to between deep kisses and pants. You frown as you pull away to respond, the mood dampened.

“Oh I really shouldn’t say..” you sigh not wanting to explain the long story typically because it ruins the mood “my brother gave me these so I wouldn’t worry about him when he leaves on missions. His call sign is Ghost and…” Shit. Johnny’s whole body seizes up as his heart makes a pitfall down his body. His hearing stops as his brain repeats your joined last name over and over and over; Riley, Riley Riley Riley. Fuck why didn’t he connect the dots. Ghost always was secretive and protective about his younger sister, everyone knew he always declined to bring you as his plus one or even show photos to the rest of the 141. Damnit he knows somewhere down the line if Gaz or even worse Price hears about this that he’ll never live it down. If Ghost hears about this - shit he’ll never live. He finally zones back in to hear you say

“…but that doesn’t matter because you guys don’t run in the same circles, right?” Soap’s nervous smile gives you all the time for your heart to join his in dropping down below. But as your phone rings both of you are sure your hearts have dropped down to hell as the caller id reads: Simon Riley.

Drabble Drabble, I’m tired and I wanted to put this on paper before it slipped my mind. I’ll expand upon this later but this is mostly an idea for @glossysoap to enjoy because Glossy loves Soap as much as I do. So I hope you enjoy btw not proofread so toodles xoxo - Moon

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𝐀𝐧𝐝…𝐒𝐞𝐭

Pairing- Art Donaldson x !female reader

Summary: Art's determination to win collides with his distant connection with Tashi. You always knew it was a problem, but one incident snapped your band of patience and found the urge to address it. (I suck at writing summaries forgive me!<3)

Warnings- Cursing, fluff, small angst but with happy ending

Word Count- 1.4k

Authors note: Hii! Soo this is my third post and I really hope this one's good in your opinion. I feel like this coudve been written better but I wanted to post something since it has been a minute. Also, I didn't watch Challengers so this might not be as accurate just FYI!! Also againn, this does have a spicy version sitting in my drafts so if this gets enough recognition and you guys want it then I'd be more than happy to post it. Enjoy!

“Art, baby-” You uttered softly while he grabbed his tennis racket from one of the many benches surrounding the tennis court. Sweat covered his forehead and shirt from the summer heat, eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, hands red and irritated from the firm grip he had on the racket when swinging, and Tashi’s stare from the sidelines, right beside where you were, only encouraged it.

  “Don’t ‘baby’ him, you know it'll only distract him from what he needs,” Tashi replied, black sunglasses-covered eyes still set on Art, now beginning his stance as the trainer began to set the ball once more. 

You understood where the woman came from...to a short extent. She’d been your friend since college, both having dreams about becoming the best. But ever since her injury and your lack of motivation, you both stopped doing what you loved. You accepted that. Tashi couldn't.

“What he needs is a break, Tashi, a real one.” She only rolled her eyes in return, not caring if you saw it or not. You wanted to say something, demand something, but you knew how important this was to Art. Knew that if you tried to take the sliver of hope he had at ameliorating his already perfect skills of what he’s trying to love away, then he’d never forgive you.

With a huff of annoyance, you opened your mouth to say anything reasonable that could go through your old friend’s thick skull but was interrupted by a yelp, followed by a tennis racket hitting the ground, the noise echoing throughout the court. Your chest tightened, and a sharp breath caught in your throat as you saw Art lying on the ground, face grimacing in utter pain while hunched over and clutching his right ankle. 

“Art!” You ran to him, not noticing Tashi behind your trail. You knew this would happen; You knew Tashi would push him too far. You knew Art wouldn’t be able to just listen to you-

“Get a fucking medic already!” Tashi exclaimed to the shocked trainer watching over the situation. They stood for a second more before rushing to get help. 

You knelt to Art’s level, cradling his face in your hands. The small movements of your thumbs drew circles against his temple. You hoped, no, prayed, it did him any good. 

“Just breathe, love, you’re okay.” The reassurance in your smile and the soft gaze in your eyes relaxed Art into a consistent breathing pattern. His hand wrapped around your wrist for support as he shook his head in dismissal. You noticed Tashi, kneeling beside him on the other side, looking at him with the same, if not more, deeper concern than you. Her hands shook lightly in her lap as she observed the two of you and if you weren’t mistaken, she wanted to reach out to him herself.

“I-It’s fine. I’m good for another hit.” Art muttered in what tried to be confidence, but the shakiness in his voice said otherwise. His heavy eyes fixated on Tashi when saying ‘another hit’ almost like he needed her confirmation to let him continue practicing. 

“What?” you exclaimed. Tashi’s eyes widened when she noticed Art’s gaze on her. “Art, no. Help me take him to the car.” Thankfully, you majored in specialized healthcare and knew the basics of treating a sprained ankle so taking him home wasn’t a big deal.

“What about the medic-” Tashi began.

“Fuck the medic!” You cut off, mumbling “They’re taking too long” in the process. You hooked your arms around him as Tashi did the same to his right. 

The drive home was silent except for the light grunts Art made with every slight bump in the road. You tried to make him comfortable as much as you could; resting your hand on his knee, reassuring him everything was okay and well, kissing his reddened knuckles once or twice with sympathy. 

You managed to get Art out of the car without struggle and rest him on one of the couches that accompanied your shared living room. Wrapping his foot was the easy part, but convincing him to rest and take it easy was a whole different story. 

“Art, Angel, please just lay down. The court isn’t going to grow legs and leave.” You joked as you knelt before him, one hand clutching his own. He sighed while tilting his head back in final defeat, nodding in understanding.

“I know baby, I get it. It’s just- if I’m going to compete for this season then it’s whatever it takes. Tashi…” He paused.

“‘Tashi’ what?” You deadpanned with a little more forceness than intended. Given his situation, you knew he couldn’t help how he felt about his (toxic) ex and coach. He loved you with all of his fiber and being, no doubt, but Art never could understand that his vulnerability, trust, attachment,  poured out of him without even knowing. You felt the need to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Exhaling all the creeping stress that was about to shoot out your body and attack Art without fault. “Art. listen to me, please, I know you want her to coach you, I know that, and I’ve been trying to let you get to where you want to go with your career. I understand. But do I really have to list everything she’s done to you without an ounce of sympathy? Before and after you married her.”

Art’s eyes averted from yours, finding the couch more interesting than the needed conversation. 

“That’s not fair.” He muttered. You scoffed.

“No, what’s not fair is the constant stress she used to put you in. What’s not fair is the fact that I had to watch you work your ass off and be rewarded with a fucking cuss-out from her because she thought you still weren't good enough…a wife doesn’t do that to her husband.”

Art’s head finally turns to you. The whites of his eyes were red, eye bags more prominent than ever. Blush stained his cheeks, neck, and pouty lips. He looked exhausted. 

“I just wanted her to accept me…I still w-want her to accept me.” his mouth contorted into disgust as if what he said was the most controversial thing in the world. He reached for the bottom of your top and tugged, encouraging you to rest your body on top of his, and you hesitantly obliged. “And I swear to you it’s not because I still love her, you know that. I guess…” He paused. You reached your hand to glide your fingers through the blonde hair that lay on the nape of his neck, looking at him with soft, understanding eyes, encouraging him to use his words. To finally release his true feelings about something hidden for way too long. “I guess it’s partly because of pity? Y’know with her injury and everything. When we were…something, I saw the look of pure agony and anger on her face when she found out she wouldn’t be able to play anymore, and I felt horrible. Just imagining not doing the one thing you’ve worked so hard for kills me.”

“You felt as though you needed to continue her dream through you,” You summarized but shortly chuckled before straddling Art’s waist. “Art you’re too vulnerable for your own damn good.” He sheepishly smiles while shrugging.

“Just say I have attachment issues, I can take it.” Snickering, you playfully rolled your eyes. At least he wasn’t completely clueless, you thought. 

“I would never make you do anything against your will, but I feel like after the world champs you should take a good break for a while and maybe separate yourself from Tashi,” You said, the statement sounding more like a question. “Just to see if she might be the one holding you down.”

His head tilted to the side in peak curiosity, eyes squinted and tense before they relaxed into soft irises. You knew he knew the answer, but what worried you was the sincerity behind it. He would do anything and everything to please you; it was his perfect flaw, but sometimes that flaw overtook him. Trapped him. You just hoped his answer would hold sureness in it. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” He nodded, a lazy smile, that replicated yours, plastered on his face.

“Yes, baby. I love you. I want to make you my wife. I’m going to make you my wife. Why would I fuck that up?” Silence engulfed you as your stomach began to turn. The love you had for him outweighed the stars, fuck, it outweighed the whole universe. And as he looked up to you tired eyes glistening, perfect lips smiling, amazing hands caressing, you knew. You knew he could listen and cherish and understand anything you brought to him; whether it’d be small or big, annoying or reasonable. You knew he would still be there. 

THE HUNGER GAMES KEEPS BRINGING ME BACK

might aswell make this a multi fandom account because uhm yeah please know this is still a dark account just,, with slowly more fandoms