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sixx-writes · 1 year

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Do you write for cooler? If so, may i request yandere Cooler with fem human darling?

cw: noncon, yandere!cooler, f!reader, size difference, mind break(ish), dumbification, cunnilingus, big cock Summary: Cooler takes an interest in reader upon discovering that his brother is having relations with a human. (It’s the same reader from Desire but this can be read with or without reading Desire first). (also, yes anon, I hope Cooler gets a retcon like Broly did one day.. his design is too good for it not to happen dammit T_T)

Cooler discovered something truly unbelievable when going to speak with his brother leaving him unsure how to handle it. His initial response was apprehension, disgust, and then curiosity. It seemed that Frieza had reached sexual maturity at some point since his last visit and had chosen to copulate with a human. It was shocking because Frieza hated the Saiyans even more than he. They were practically the same species visually speaking (minus the tail) so Cooler was baffled as to why Frieza would bring himself down to such a level. Furthermore, Frieza was no longer in heat, yet Cooler could smell the scent of your recent copulation. No more than a few hours before his arrival. The other aliens onboard must know as well and that was why they gave you such a wide berth when they saw you coming. Although it seemed you yourself had no idea the effect you had on your fellow army members Cooler noted.

You were so distracted you didn't notice Cooler coming towards you and ran right into him bouncing off his muscular chest and colliding with the wall where you bounced off. Your eyes were wide with shock upon seeing Cooler's face, no doubt you had no idea Frieza even had a brother, and had never seen another like him until now. Frieza doesn’t exactly go out of his way to start conversations involving his older sibling after all. Cooler doesn't feel particularly angry with your clumsiness and doesn't miss the shameless once over you give him before your eyes nervously dart back up to his face. "S-Sorry," you mutter feeling your cheeks heat up. "I haven't seen you on the ship before," Cooler said, "what is your purpose here?" He's intentionally posed the question to make you uncomfortable and it works. He doesn't hide his smirk when your blush deepens no doubt thinking about what you and Frieza had been doing a little while ago. There are bruises on the insides of your thighs that have only just begun to fade and you try to close your legs discreetly, "I'm a mechanic. I take care of the wiring and ship repairs.." "I'm aware of what being a mechanic entails. Is that all?" Cooler's tail is thrashing behind him giving away how much he's enjoying your squirming. Your eyes widen, "Y-Yes?" Cooler is then called away to speak with Frieza leaving you confused and nearly in a panic. Frieza had forbade you from telling anyone what you and he had done, were still doing, yet it seemed that his brother knew exactly what was going on from the moment he laid eyes on you. While you knew practically nothing about Cooler what you did know was that the two siblings didn’t get along if the thick tension that filled the ship were any indication since Cooler’s arrival. If Frieza even suspected you had told his brother what was happening you couldn’t even begin to imagine the shit storm that would come your way. Little did you know that the storm was already building and it wouldn’t be coming from Frieza when it finally hit. Cooler had decided to stay close for a while much to his brother’s growing agitation which he often took out on your body for hours. You wondered why he even bothered telling you to conceal the truth when it was very obvious from how much time you were spending in the emperor’s quarters. The true danger you were in became apparent when Frieza was called away to deal with affairs on some planet that would most likely end up as dust and you were told to remain behind on the ship with Cooler. You had noticed his strange growing interest in you over the past weeks with the way he would initiate conversation in the moments you were alone and Frieza was indisposed unaware of what was happening. You’d thought of saying something more than once to Frieza but it also scared you to think of what might happen with so much animosity between the brothers already. They may just end up nuking the entire ship in a Ki explosion killing you and everyone onboard. “Why do you look so guilty I wonder?” You gasped at the sound of Cooler’s voice. You could never get used to how similar he sounded to Freiza yet somehow less effeminate and more commanding. He had approached without you noticing and you felt a swell of annoyance which you quickly buried, “I’m not guilty of anything, my Lord. If you’ll excuse me-” “What does my brother see in you? I simply can’t understand it.” You froze at the direct accusation before you could stop yourself. Cooler had never outwardly mentioned your ‘relationship’ with Frieza although it was obvious that he knew. “I have no idea what you mean,” you said almost keeping the tremor out of your voice. Cooler took a step closer, “I think you do, little human.” Your heart rate seemed to double as you ran through the possibilities of escape finding none. Cooler and Frieza held all the authority here and any attempt at asking for help from any of the other army members would mean death for them and you. You opened your mouth to speak and closed it again feeling something against your leg. Cooler’s tail was around your calf stroking against your bare skin. You couldn’t help the conditioned response to the contact feeling the faintest of flutters in your stomach. Cooler was tall in comparison to his younger brother in his base form and quite muscular so it wasn’t as if he were unappealing to look at. Cooler could see you respond to him when he had barely even touched you and he smiled, “I would like to understand. Wouldn’t you like that too?” Too late you tried to speak your denial but his tail moved higher around your thigh dangerously close to grazing your covered sex. When had he gotten so close? He was towering over you, his presence filling the entire room, the entire ship reduced to the tiny space the two of you occupied. An isolated room that served as your work quarters with all of your tools inside and also away from everyone else. None of the others had any reason to come and interrupt whatever Cooler had in mind for you. You were dizzy that not only Frieza had taken a sexual interest in you but now Cooler as well. You had thought his intentions were to use your activities together to shame his brother somehow. Now you weren’t so sure. Now you were terrified of the repercussions if Frieza found out; which he certainly would given how quickly Cooler had caught on. What you didn’t know was the depths of Cooler’s interest in you. It had twisted into something dark and covetous, obsession that even he would never admit, and that was why he had orchestrated this entire situation. The two of you alone on Frieza’s ship at last so that he could relieve himself of these urges once and for all. This curiosity as he called it. Just the scent of your wet cunt defiled by Frieza’s cum had driven him into nearly taking you more than once to show you what being fucked really meant for one of his kind. Frieza was immature and lacked experience to the point that he shoved his cock into anything just to relieve his first heat proved as much. You were wavering, trembling with fear, “I-I.. we shouldn’t, my Lord.” “You would refuse?” The grip on your thigh tightened and you hissed through your teeth. Cooler’s put on smile turned sinister making your insides drop. You didn’t actually have a choice in anything you knew. While Cooler was less barbaric than Frieza towards his own men he was still cruel in his own way. “That is unfortunate,” he said, “that you are more afraid of my brother than you are of me.” “Wait-!” Cooler’s tail drags along your dampened sex and you gasp when his hand closes around your throat pinning you against the wall in a singular movement. You want to plead for him not to but your air is cut off and it only intensifies the stimulation at your swelling nether lips. With his other hand Cooler tears off your armor to expose the shape of your body to him leaving nothing hidden with the under layer’s tight fit. There are already frustrated tears bubbling in your eyes as he exposes your breasts to his lustful gaze. Cooler told himself that he would take his time with you for this and not act like a fumbling virgin as Frieza most likely had rushing things too quickly. However, the growing scent of your arousal and the sight of your nude body causes those inhibitions to falter. While he was older and more experienced it seemed he had underestimated the appeal of the human form, or you in particular. He studies your face tearing his attention away from your hardened nipples burning your expression into his memory. You look absolutely wrecked already when he hasn’t even gotten started yet. You’re so responsive to everything that he does it’s unbelievably addictive toying with your body. He presses harder against your cunt and you let out a choked moan. He pinches a nipple roughly and your eyes roll back. All of these things are nearly maddening to witness after abstaining from touching you for so long. Cooler’s slit begins to swell and part from his cock growing too engorged to remain confined within it’s fleshy walls. You notice this and your attention drops to watch it emerging. Only partway out and it’s already nearly as thick as Frieza’s cock in his second form. Images of the first day come back to you remembering how it had felt having a cock that size inside you and you couldn’t help but salivate with anticipation. Cooler is smiling down at you with a psychotic glint in his eye from your reaction. He knows that he is more impressive than his brother in every way and he will savor the moment you know the feeling of his cock. You would only think of Cooler after this any time Frieza tried to fuck you. He would make sure of it. Cooler snaps the crotch of your armor in two without a thought and you whine knowing that you’ll have to return to your private quarters like this afterwards. The grip on your throat lets up slightly when his fingers slide along your folds spreading your wetness. Your desperate sigh betrays you showing where you’re most sensitive and he focuses there rubbing and circling at your clit. “Here, isn’t it?” he purrs, “You aren’t putting up much effort to resist me. Could it be that you wanted this all along? Hmm?” You don’t get the chance to answer before his fingers are gone from your clit and plunging inside you. A gut punched noise slips out from the sudden intrusion of your hole and your breathing goes uneven when he strokes against your spot purposefully. Cooler already understands how to touch you on some level and it’s disorienting in comparison to what it was like with Frieza. “As I thought,” he said smugly, continuing to stroke upwards. A continuous string of quiet mewls are leaking past your lips and you allow your eyes to drift closed fully immersing yourself in the sensations. In another unexpected twist Cooler’s mouth is suddenly against your own, his tongue invading your parted lips the instant your attention drifted. You had no idea if they even understood the concept of kissing (until now) but your brain was turning to absolute mush with the way his tongue and fingers were working in tandem to violate your body. The inside of his mouth was cool like every other part of him and it was such an odd sensation like kissing a corpse. Or what you assumed kissing a corpse would be like. Cooler on the other hand reveled in your warmth, the heat of your tongue against his own driving him into a feverish need to taste you everywhere. In an instant you were flung back onto the table, sending assorted spools of wire and tools flying, spread wide open and left empty with Cooler’s fingers gone from your cunt. He was standing between your legs, fully erect, staring at your exposed insides seeing how tendrils of your nectar collected there. The scent of you was maddening and Cooler could only imagine that your taste would be even better. So there is no hesitation when he lowers himself bringing his face to your cunt.

Now Cooler is the one salivating for what is to come next, his cock almost painfully hard from the sensory overload. “What..? Ah-!”

First, he had kissed you and now, now he was.. Fucking hell. His tongue was very thick and dexterous in it’s collection of your arousal starting from your outer lips and then plunging inside you. He rolls it against your cunt walls so deeply that you can feel the tip brush your cervix. You’re like a woman possessed, arching and sobbing against Cooler’s face, incoherent nonsense spilling past your lips. Kami, if you aren’t the most responsive little thing he’s ever tasted. Cooler simply can’t get enough of your cries and noises swallowing down every bit of your come when you clench around his tongue in no time at all. His tail is alternating between the soft globes of your breasts stroking and playing with your nipples sending pleasurable chills all over your body. Your clit is overly sensitive yet you already felt another orgasm on the horizon from the way his tongue expertly undulated inside you against that spongy patch. Cooler must have known too from the way you were tensing and worked harder to drag you the rest of the way to your peak. You were practically sobbing from the intensity when you came the second time in under a minute and Cooler hummed in approval. You had barely come down from your high when Cooler’s hands were on your thighs and his thick cock was lining up at your puffy entrance. His intense crimson gaze was terrifying; as if he quite literally wanted to devour you until there was nothing left. This wasn’t entirely inaccurate. Cooler’s decision to sate his curiosity had only served to further ignite his obsession for you. He had expected to be disappointed by the experience but you had exceeded this in every way. The ridges of your cunt around his cock were exquisite with the way it felt as if you were sucking him in even while your body could barely take his size was irresistible. “L-Lord Cooler, please, I can’t,” you babbled while he forced his way deeper inside. Despite his body’s natural lubrication combined with his saliva and your own come the pressure in your cunt was almost unbearable. The head of Cooler’s cock was much fatter than you were used to and it had you drooling with unhinged bliss. “How is it? Much better than my foolish little brother’s, wouldn’t you say?” Cooler sneered feeling you clench around him. “Feels.. aha..,” you tried to answer but Cooler pressed the last couple of inches so that his hips sat flush against your body. You arched off the table violently, causing it to slide across the floor. You were so impossibly full that you couldn’t think straight, your eyes going unfocused where you stared up at the ceiling. Cooler wasn’t having this; he would make you remember his face so that you would never forget this moment. “Look at me,” he commanded, rolling his hips to get your attention. It took a monumental effort but you somehow managed to bring your teary eyed gaze back to the tall alien glaring down at you. Cooler began to move inside you and you whined struggling to take it. “Don’t look away.” It was then that he fucked you, not merely stretching you out any longer to accommodate him, his need to fill you with his seed could no longer be ignored. You were afraid but also overcome with carnal pleasure near to adoration for what he gave you. For what only he could give you. This was what he wanted to see from you, your mind and body filled with only him, and he grinned wickedly. Your cunt welcomed Cooler eagerly now coating his cock in your creamy surrender on every thrust. The table scraped noisily every time his hips connected with your ass drowning out the choked noises you were making. You were completely lost unable to think about anything other than the feeling of Cooler’s cock bottoming out inside you and he couldn’t help the dark chuckle that slipped out. Your pussy was truly exquisite surrounding him in molten heat and wet muscles that rhythmically milked his cock encouraging him to give it to you harder. When you orgasmed it was pure insanity that struck you like a hurricaine causing you to clench so violently around him he had no choice but to follow with a snarl. His come leaked from your over-stretched hole pooling on the table and further ruining the tatters of your uniform left practically a belt by this point. After this you would never be the same, Cooler could see it in your face, you were ruined only for him now. Perhaps when he and his brother parted ways he wouldn’t be the only one leaving Frieza’s ship.

#cooler x reader #frieza x reader #fanfiction #dragon ball #hope this is yandere enough for u #cause most yandere cooler i've read is not even yandere lol #also idk how well I did writing cooler since there ain't much to go off of >.>

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lady-eris · 1 year

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Open requests hmm? A villain liker approaches 🤸

Cell and Cooler hcs? Wanna hear ya take on them with affectionate s/o hehe (also are there characters you dont wanna write for? Wouldn't wanna ask you about blorbos you may not like)

Oh? a villain liker? I myself, am also a villain Liker! except, I also write for them! I've not really figured out character's I won't write for, I know General Blue is one of them, but that's about it so far anyway. (pretty sure, this is cause I've got really low standards) if a certain character gets requested and I'm uncomfortable, I'll add it to the list of character's I don't like^^

Cooler

-I feel like this man would be in thought with this (i can't remember the actual word) he'd love it but at the same time he'd hate it.

-I feel like he'd love it cause, in my opinion he wants to be touched and held, but would only prefer this in private.

-it's not cause he's embarrassed, Cooler isn't really the type to be embarrassed by physical affection. (though i feel like he wouldn't be the type to give it back)

-I think he'd be more afraid saftety wise. He's got a lot of enemy's, the biggest being his own Brother. He wouldn't take it past his brother, to try anything and kill you, just to annoy Cooler.

-this is why he'd prefer physical affection to be kept in private.

-he'd remind you constantly that he loves you though.

Cell

-of course you want to touch him, who wouldn't Cell is the definition of perfect, so it would only make sense that you would want to touch him.

-i don't really think he would mind, get's to show everyone that you're his, and vice versa

-would prefer if he got to touch you as well

-Let him hold your waist please, or put a tail or hand on your hip.

-may be times where he doesn't want to be touched and can be iffy about it, be respectle about it please.

#Cell x reader #cooler x reader #dragon ball x reader #dbz x reader

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spadillelicious · 5 months

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Sunhinged? This guy is no longer connected to the doorframe! /ref

#fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sundrop #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #love death and rollerskates #spadille draws #sun x reader #fnaf sun x reader #security breach au #dca fandom #tw eyestrain #asdgfhfjdhfsjkl I know his pupils weren't visible in this scene canonically but it looked cooler

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harveywritings92 · 5 months

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R/n: My God you were so drunk! Don’t you remember Ghost yelling at you while you were trying to piss?

Soap, hungover: No. Why the hell was Ghost in the porta-potty with me?

R/n: He wasn’t in the porta-potty. And neither were you!

#Ghost caught Soap trying to take a whizz in the beer cooler #S: tfln #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gn reader #call of duty x reader

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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any chance of a part 2 of opportunities arisen? perhaps tighnari finds out who we are? or someone else comes after us? 👉👈 i love him sm and ur characterization of him is perfect, that fic is 100% canon in my mind for every imposter au now

prime fortune

a/n: hope this one didn’t absolutely destroy your expectations anon. it took a hard left turn halfway through and i couldn’t bring it back—

word count: 3.1k oh wow-

-> warnings: minor spoilers for sumeru archon quest (3.0-3.2), dubious medical facts that you should not follow, likely ooc cyno, excessive use of the word ‘something’ with little reasoning to show for it, cyno’s excellent humor

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

<< part 1 || < masterlist >

adapting to life in the forest was easier said than done.

you’re often paired with collei, who’s in the middle of a bad eleazar flare that keeps her confined to the village, and though she teaches you the different salves and plants, a lot of it goes over your head.

you’re interested, you are! the liveliness with which she speaks, and the animated gestures from tighnari as he explains proper safety when preparing medicine easily capture your attention, but when she hands you two mushrooms and asks her to tell you which one is morchella….

by some strange luck, you often guess correctly, your intuition knowing more than you do, but when she nods with a smile and asks you to repeat the differences…

your mind falls blank.

something about the density of the fibers inside the mushroom floats through your mind, but you can’t remember whether the true or false mushroom is heavier.

collei’s smile falters, and yours turns sheepish. when she takes you out on walks, slowly walking up the paths so you don’t strain your ankle, you can point at the differences between portobello and death caps, you can pick out holly and honeysuckle and marigold, but here…

you pass the field practice with flying colors, but your basic by-the-books forest ranger tests always end in failure.

tighnari picks out two plants from a small case, holding them up in front of you.

“you come across amir sitting just off the side of a path, clutching his stomach. after some questioning, you determine he has a stomach cramp from dehydration, and spot these two plants nearby. you’re about a 15 minute walk from the village; what do you do?”

one of the plants has many flat white flowers blooming from the top, with yellow centers, while the other has orange petals that form a ball shape on top. you know one of them is yarrow, but not which one…

you pick the latter on a whim, spinning it between two fingers as you think. “pick the petals and crush them into a paste, taking care not to overwork them. give him about a spoonful, which should be most of it, then help him up. report to shirin once we return.”

the blank mask on his face falls into confusion. “how do you even mix up marigold and yarrow?” he asks, picking the flower—marigold, you now recognize—from your hand. “you got the procedure correct, at least, but marigold is bitter and will only worsen his aches. oh, and additionally, the leaves of yarrow—however small they-“

the door to the cottage slams open, jars rattling on their shelves, and tighnari whips around to face whoever it is, one hand steadying a stack of reports.

“and just what do you think you’re- w- collei? is everything alright?”

collei’s violet eyes were wide, her shoulders heaving with breath, when she spoke, exhaustion was evident. “m-master tighnari! the matra are here on behalf of the akademiya! i tried to tell them to wait so i could get you but they just-..”

emotions flashed over tighnari’s face faster than you could catch, eventually setting on a sharp determination. “alright collei, calm down. go find amir and do your best to delay them, but don’t seem too suspiscious, okay? just remember what we planned, i’ll take care of things here.”

her eyes flicked to you, worry evident, but she quickly turned away.

the moment the door closed, you and tighnari sprung into action. he collected the plants from your test and tucked them into their proper places, you standing to help return a mint plant back to its place.

he caught your wrist, taking the pot. “don’t. take your bag and go, don’t worry about this.”

you hesitate for longer than you should, then nod. he lets you go and returns to his case, and you move to crouch by the bed. feeling under it, your hand eventually brushes against a cloth handle, which you grab. you take a step to unlatch the window with one hand and sling the pack over your shoulder with the other, leaving with your good leg first. as you carefully close the window behind you, you can see tighnari moving to hide all the notes you’d taken, the only sign of his worry being his tail lashing behind him and the slightest flick of his ears.

with a soft smile, you turn away.

tighnari checked over his room once more, ensuring that every trace of your presence was scrubbed clean. your laundry was out and mixed with the rest of the rangers’, but your notes and records were carefully hidden under patrol logs and his own personal binders. he knew everything was tucked away, he had explanations lined up and answers to every conceivable question the akademiya could have, but his heart still beat frantically against his ribs. even as he pulled apart and neatened up a stack of patrol logs, repeating the action to look like he was doing something whenever the matra came to his hut, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he missed something crucial.

he had to fight to keep his tail from betraying his emotions, the energy not going into mussing up and then fixing the papers spent on hiding the symptoms of his distress. he knew he didn’t miss anything. the moment you told them the sages were on active lookout for you and he knew you weren’t a threat, he had memorized the plan. he was foolish to worry.

he hasn’t known you for long, barely over half a year, yet his mind is clouded with the same worry as when collei collapses out on patrol. the same numbing sort of adrenaline, the icy feeling in his bones even as his skin starts to burn up, the apprehension in every movement, as if at any moment-

somebody knocks on the door.

tighnari takes a steadying breath and fusses with the papers a final time. “come in!”

the door creaks open and he taps the papers on the table, turning slightly to speak over his shoulder. “sorry, you caught me in the middle of something.”

“no matter,” a familiar voice says, and he can’t stop the way his body freezes at the speaker.

he carefully tucked the papers into a folder, finally turning around. “general mahamatra. to what do i owe the honor?”

cyno crossed his arms, red eyes surveying the room. “oh, nothing at all. just somebody from vimara village reporting somebody that looked suspiciously like the primo fortuna walking around with collei when they’re supposed to be in liyue.”

tighnari stares. the primo fortuna…? he thought they were after you, but you couldn’t be…

“are… are you suggesting somebody is attempting to imitate the creator?”

sure, he wouldn’t deny you shared some features—you had the same shape of nose, you were around the same height and build—but for you to be the creator? no, it wasn’t possible. your eyes were much kinder, you stopped and helped nasrin when she couldn’t find the proper forms, you directed shirin to the area of the forest where you and collei found nilotpala lotuses, you were nothing like the creator he saw at pardis dhyai. you didn’t stare with glazed eyes as padisarahs and sumeru roses were brought forth, you listened in earnest when he spoke about the differences between the various kinds of ferns.

if anybody were to meet you, they’d know in an instant you were not the creator.

his heart itched within his chest. he ignored it as worry.

“that’s exactly what i’m implying. as i’m certain you know, their identity is hallowed, and anybody attempting to infringe upon it needs to meet justice.” the golden eye on his headpiece flashed, the sides beginning to narrow into eyes before he shook his head and it passed. “but in truth, that is not why i am here.”

tighnari stared. despite having a fondness for jokes, cyno was never one to laugh about his duties. “what do you mean? collei told me you were here on behalf of the akademiya.”

“the matra are here on behalf of the sages,” he clarified. “i… i am here for other reasons. personal ones.”

his eyes flicked around the room again, and tighnari’s narrowed. “well, don’t hide behind double meanings, then. what is it?”

cyno’s jaw flexed as he chewed at nothing, his arms uncrossing. his eyes focused somewhere around the bed, and he seemed lost in thought. whatever it was, it had to be a big deal, but for him to hijack the matra’s arrival instead of coming on his own time…

“the one on the throne is not our god.”

he said it with such conviction that tighnari found himself agreeing, waiting for whatever had gotten him worked up, and it was only when cyno’s eyes closed as he braced himself that it registered what he said.

“what?”

“i have gathered evidence across many sources, both academic and religious, common and exclusive, and i can’t bring myself to kneel at their feet any longer. i have been ignoring my own mind for too long for the sake of my conscience, and i am confiding in you now what has been brewing in my mind for months.”

in the silence that stretched, tighnari almost wished he hadn’t spoken.

the way he spoke, from his words to his tone, reminded tighnari of when he reported to the sages, like he wasn’t tighnari to him and was instead an authority.

“cyno, i don’t.. is this why you didn’t go when they were at pardis dhyai or sumeru city?”

he nodded. “i can’t be in a place where they’re being worshipped when i’m so conflicted. i thought about pulling you aside in the city, but…”

tighnari didn’t think he’d ever seen cyno so meek in his words, none of his normal power behind it. he’s… tired, a quality he knows he’s felt but has never seen on him, the almost nervous way he keeps glancing around the room edging on alarming.

“alright.. uh, moving past that for a moment, what does that have to do with why you’re in gandharva ville? wouldn’t you want to not be involved?”

cyno’s eyes dragged from where they were locked behind him with uncharacteristic slowness. “the person you’re hiding may be the real creator.”

the simplicity to his words had tighnari believing it, even as it didn’t fully register in his mind. he knew cyno attached a religious aspect to his work, to the point the people in sumeru city sometimes calling him an extension of their judgement—even as it was more like the akademiya’s, most time—so he knew that whatever he said on the topic was both well thought out and reliable.

which is why he was silent even after it clicked.

“what are you saying, cyno?”

“they’ve been staying here, haven’t they? in this room?”

“this is my and collei’s-“

“don’t tell me you haven’t been able to feel the difference in the air? the way it seems to flow slowly, lingering, like it has something to wait for? there’s no heavy blankets on the bed, and yet everybody else is talking of how cold the weather’s been lately.”

“that’s because this is an insulated room, and we’re right up against a cliff.”

the quick pace to his heart was back, this time less of worry and more of confusion. you couldn’t be the creator, not when you bore so little resemblance to the one on the throne. you were good at what you did, plants thriving under your care even if you forget to water them. call him selfish, but tighnari almost wished the creator could go back to wherever they’d been, since they’d been much kinder there, both to their vessels and the world.

you weren’t them. they weren’t even close to being you.

“you’re considering it.”

he crossed his arms, forcing himself to still. “i’ll admit—not that you didn’t already know it—that we have taken a refugee into the village, one the sages might call a criminal-“

“that’s not what i mean, tighnari, and you know it.”

“can you give me a minute? you can’t just drop a massive load of information on me like that and expect me to continue like it didn’t happen!”

“you’re reacting oddly.”

“well of course i am, you’re telling me the same person i took in and sheltered from your bosses is somebody you want to take away back to them, and that’s not even covering their injuries- they’ve barely been able to walk outside of the village, and you want to take them to the city?”

“when did i say anything about the sages?”

tighnari stopped, his chest heaving. his hands froze mid-air, his tail still flicking in a mix of irritation and stress, thoughts moving quicker than he could understand them.

“what?”

“i never said anything about the sages. i never said i would take them.”

“w- well it’s implied, if not in your words then-“

“i don’t deal in implications. you know this.”

he did.

he knew cyno. he knew how he spoke and acted, he knew that the small emotion in his eyes was indicative of empathy and not ruthless justice. he knew he held reasoning in high standards, he knew that if he stopped and thought about the words coming from his mouth then he would agree.

but he couldn’t think.

all of his usual composure had faltered and faded, leaving him grasping for a hold as his thoughts swam like a raging river around him, even standing a struggle amidst the tide. all he could do was watch, his head racing and hands shaking, as cyno stood on the bank of rationality, with his crossed arms and cool eyes that dared him to step forward and sink beneath the waves.

he had no real reason to fear so much for you. by now you were gone, by now you were safe and far past the statue of the seven by the chasm, hidden in a place where even cyno would struggle to find you. you were crafty, clever, and you had more than enough supplies to last until he could go to find you.

he had no reason to be afraid.

yet his heart still raced a rhythm he couldn’t follow, his mind tripping and skipping with worry.

why?

his tail wrapped around his side and he picked out a cluster of petals from it, mostly just to give his hands something to do.

as he did, he noticed it was a full flower, likely knocked off one of the samples on the desk. it was small, blue, with smooth petals, and he recognized it after a moment’s pause.

“this is a hydrangea. what is it used for?”

the flower quivered in your shaking hands. “root and stem are for… for medicine. petals are tea.”

collei nodded, smiling brightly. “exactly! you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

you smiled sheepishly, trying to hand her back the flower, but collei held up a hand, closing her pack with her other hand.

“no, you keep it. take it as a congratulations for all your progress!”

you were hesitant to accept it, that much was clear, and tighnari tied off the small parcel in his hands before speaking.

“you really have done well. you’ve only been here for a few weeks, but you’ve learned a lot.” he set down the packed herbs beside where he was leaning on the table, directing all of his attention to you. “i know it’s mostly for safety, and you’re not going to be a ranger-“ too much paperwork was required, he couldn’t risk it “-but still. i’m proud of you.”

you smiled.

it likely wasn’t the same flower—that ‘class’ was months ago, now—but it dragged a realization to the surface of his mind.

in the short, fleeting time he’d known you, he had come to care for you as he did collei.

even then, only after a week or two of you being there, a certain fondness had taken root in his chest. something bright, something that bloomed like a rose yet without any of the thorns. something that he watered every time you winced when you walked, something you fostered when you helped treat collei’s eleazar when he was out clearing a withering zone.

something that grew as he realized the poultice you had made had helped clear the pain faster than anything he’d made, even as you both used the same recipe, something that lashed out when kamran questioned your place in the village. something that spurred him to action when he thought you were in trouble, even if it was only cyno.

something that burned bright, something hot that blurred his reasoning even when he knew it was wrong, something that made him want to bare his teeth and keep you safe by his side.

something that should be impossible for him to feel towards you, as it was a golden and warm feeling that did not exist in teyvat, only ever glimpsed at altars.

tighnari looked up from the flower and into cyno’s knowing eyes.

“alright.”

relief washed onto his face, a small nod the only other sign that he’d heard.

“i’ll report nothing to the team—i trust you’ve gone over this, given your reaction?”

he let the comment slide. “yes, everybody here knows what to do in the case of the akademiya or the millelith coming here. it was collei’s idea, actually, and she took care to make sure that everybody had it memorized.”

cyno nodded, taking a step towards the door. “good. and if you ever need to collei matra, just get me instead.”

“…”

“do you get-?”

“i got it, cyno.”

#this is not the norm but i am having Thoughts[TM] about cyno so…. here #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #genshin imposter au #tighnari #tighnari x reader #sure why not #sagau tighnari #collei #sagau collei #cyno #sagau cyno #to anybody that’s wondering: a hydrangea symbolizes family/familial love. so. there’s that for all you tag readers #‘primo fortuna’ is just prime fortune—probably the title of this piece; depends—and has been bouncing in my head for a while #while i believe cyno would swing more for ‘prime /justice/‘… i didn’t think of that and this sounded cooler #actually cyno might fuck with the ‘first law’ title. ‘divine balance’ -> ref egypt mythos: anubis weighed hearts on a scale.#may or may not do a thing touching on preferred titles of the vessels bc this got me thinkin #this piece reminds me of that clip where it’s like ‘she’s doing girlboss shit!! all in the name of allah of course’#dunno why. it does though.#me pointing at cyno and tighnari:#‘they are gatekeeping; they are slayqueening; they are doing all of this in the name of allah of course;#but! they are doing girlboss shit!’

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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for ypur 1k game can i get a "lady of the house" + ghoap💋

1k game here - no more please!

you said lady so im assuming you meant ghoap x reader <3

2.5k of a kinda historical au ft. flirty stablehand johnny x kinda shy reader x very horny simon (cw for oral sex in a public place, though there's no audience except a few horses)

Your husband's staff seems to have no concept of propriety.

No, no, that's not fair to most of the servants. Your husband's stablehand has no concept of propriety.

You'd complain to Simon, but he's hardly around to find most days. While the two of you share a bedchamber, that's nearly the only time you see him. You're lucky to even share a meal with the man, these days. The housekeeper tells you he's holed up in his office more often than not, and that feels like a clear sign that he would rather not be bothered. You two aren't particularly close, so you're more than content to find other ways of amusing yourself.

You've spent most of your time since moving into the manor with your mare, a gift from husband on your wedding night. She's a lovely beast and you've found great joys on long rides with her, despite the persistent ache in your thighs recently.

But that stablehand... Johnny's too handsome for his own good and he knows it, more than willing to flirt with you even though his own master has a claim, and too skilled for you to really ignore.

You hate that you've become so endeared to him, but it's impossible to ignore his flirtatious remarks. You've been a bit starved for affection since your marriage, and Johnny really isn't bad company by any means.

In fact, as much as you know you shouldn't, you can't help but feel a bit excited as you venture down to the stables to go on your daily ride.

You're halfway there when you're joined by someone new, a large figure suddenly walking shoulder to shoulder with you. He nearly makes you jump out of you skin, but you calm a bit at the sight of your elusive husband.

"Oh!" You gasp, pressing a hand over your chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

He inclines his head a bit, wrapping one hand around your elbow as you continue to walk. "My apologies. I thought I might join you on your ride today."

You're not sure how he knew where you'd be, but you take the new company in stride. "I'd enjoy that."

You're silent for the rest of the walk, not entirely comfortable in this veritable stranger's presence quite yet. Your spouse is an intimidating man, and you've hardly spent any time with him, so there's very little comfort to be found in his presence. What little time you have spent together has been in the bedroom and well... if you think of that for too long you'll go red in the face.

"Ah, the lady of the house!" Johnny calls as you enter the stables, stepping away from your mare. "You're late, my lady."

You giggle a bit at his tease. "My apologies, Johnny, I didn't realize you were on a schedule."

His smile grows and he leans against the gate to one of the stalls. "I simply have certain expectations of you, my lady - you're quite the creature of habit."

"You two have gotten close, then?" Your husband asks, and you're swiftly reminded of his presence. Your face flames at how easily you'd shown your friendship with Johnny off in front of a man you're meant to marry.

"I'm sorry," you demure, glancing up at Simon and feeling relief when you find him looking merely curious, not angry. "Johnny's- Mr. MacTavish has been helping me learn to take care of the mare you gifted me, and we've... developed a bit of a friendship in our afternoons spent together."

Simon hums, nodding to himself as his eyes flick between you and the stablehand. The only sign that Johnny is even the slightest bit fazed is the way he straightens up from where he was leaning, back straight and shoulders rolled back.

"No disrespect meant, sir," he apologizes. "Your wife is a lovely creature, I couldn't resist getting to know her a bit better."

"Yes, she is quite enchanting," Simon says quietly, guiding you a bit closer to Johnny. "You're unmarried, aren't you Johnny?"

He nods, and the two of you share a slightly confused look.

"And do you have any prospects?"

Johnny clears his throat, a tinge of red lighting up his cheeks. "No, sir."

Simon hums again, his thumb stroking over the crook of your elbow.

"Have you been taking care of my wife in my absence, Johnny?"

Now he really does blush, and you feel the same heat race through your own face.

"Only..." he clears his throat again, shifting his weight. "Only in ways entirely appropriate, sir, I promise."

"Oh, I don't doubt that. You're a good worker, a good boy, I can tell."

You're not entirely sure what's going on. The tone of voice Simon has adopted is near salacious, a tone you recognize from the few times the two of you have preformed your marital duties together. The tone sets your heart racing, a slightly uncomfortable awareness settling over you.

"Thank- thank you, sir."

"Do you know how to properly take care of a woman?"

"Simon, I'm not sure-" you try to interrupt, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation seemed to be heading.

"Hush, darling, I'm only asking the boy a question. Well, Johnny?"

Poor Johnny's face is as red as a tomato, and you'd tease him if you weren't sure you looked the same.

"Well, sir, I've... I've never had a woman of my own to take care of, but I try my best."

"Oh I'm sure you do."

Simon's contemplative look is a little concerning, so you tug on his hand just a bit. "I'd like to ride today, Simon, if you're ready?"

"In a moment," he dismisses, giving you a soft pat on the shoulder with his free hand. "Would you like to learn how to take care of a woman, Johnny?"

"Simon," you hiss, sure that he's not implying what you think he is.

He looks down at you with an innocent if slightly confused face. "What, darling? The boy needs to learn at some point."

"Not-" you clear your throat, glancing at a very confused looking Johnny from the corner of your eye. "Simon, not here."

"Oh, come off it," he scoffs, a soft smile tilting up his lips. "Is that truly your only complaint? The location? My dear, no one will see us this far out but the trees and the horses. Well," he glances over to the stablehand. "And our Johnny, of course."

"I'm sure he's familiar with how to... take care of a woman."

"I'm not," Johnny blurts, then clamps his lips shut tightly together. His blush spreads down to his neck, and you worry the poor thing might just explode.

"See? So, Johnny, would you like to learn how to care for a woman? I'm sure my lovely wife would be more than happy to introduce you to the pleasures."

Your blush doesn't calm, but looking at Johnny... the idea isn't entirely off-putting.

Johnny's about as handsome as a man can be, and if Simon has no compunctions to sharing a bit of your pleasure... well, you've always been a bit of a glutton.

Johnny seems about as unbothered by the idea as you are.

"Really, sir? You'd let me... you'd let her teach me?"

Simon laughs a little, stepping closer to Johnny and turning you so you're shoulder to shoulder with him. "Oh, I'll be doing the teaching, boy. She's just out practice doll, yes?"

That makes your breath hitch, the idea of being just a thing between the two handsome men a bit more pleasing than it should be.

"Now," Simon says, gripping you suddenly by the waist and lifting without warning. He sets you onto a wooden table, then spreads your legs. "Women's clothing can be quite annoying to work around, but the end result is more than worth it. Hold your skirts for us, love, thattagirl."

You're silent as you take the layers of clothing from your husband, afraid that if you speak you'll simply burst into flames. Exposing yourself to a man like this is difficult enough in the dark of your bedchamber, it feels near impossible in front of Johnny and in broad daylight.

But you can feel the way your center grows slick, so you obey your husband.

"Now, Johnny, kneel here, in front of me."

Johnny nearly scrambles to where Simon gestures, almost throwing himself to his knees in front of you. He's left between your thighs and Simon's legs, your husband almost stradling his back.

Simon laughs a bit. "Eager, are we?"

"Yes- yes, sir." Johnny pants a bit, staring up at you from the floor. He can't seem to decide whether he'd like to look at your undergarments or your face, eyes flicking between the two.

"Good lad," Simon brushes a hand over the back of Johnny's head, palming it. "Now, you'll have to take off her undergarments before anything else."

You shift a little in your spot as Johnny reaches up tentatively, eyebrows slightly furrowed. His hands brush over your bottom half for several long seconds, and you start to shift a little more, near whining.

"Hurry now, Johnny, you'll drive the poor thing mad."

He adopts an almost determined expression, and a moment later you hear a rip and feel a breeze against your most sensitive parts.

"Johnny!" You scold, leaning far enough forward to glare down at the man.

He flinches a little, sinking away. "I'm sorry, my lady. I didn't know how else to get them off!"

"You never destroy a woman's clothing like that! You're not off to a very good start so far."

You regret the words a bit when Johnny's face drops, his lip poking out in a slight pout.

Simon laughs, shifting to rub a hand over your bared knee. "Let up on him, darling, he's inexperienced. Besides, it's rather easy to make up for a few ripped seams."

You glare lightly at Simon, just to make sure he knows you're unamused, then lean back to relax against the wall. "Well, then you'd better get started."

Johnny looks up at Simon, neck craning back. "How...?"

Another rough chuckle from your husband, and he shoves Johnny forward by the back of the head until his face is buried between your thighs.

"Oh!" You yelp.

"With your mouth, Johnny. Trust me, it's far easier to learn to use your tongue like this than it is to learn how a lady likes her apologies."

You shoot an unimpressed look up to Simon, but it quickly melts off your face when you feel Johnny's lips and nose press to your center. He doesn't really do anything, just sort of stays there.

You shift again, try to press forward.

"Lick her, Johnny," Simon explains, putting a bit more pressure on the back of the stablehand's head. A moment later, there's a tentative brush across your folds.

You jolt a bit at the first tough, then relax into the second. Johnny's clumsy but confident, and you spread your legs a bit wider so he can fully explore you.

"Lift your skirts a bit further, love, I can't see," Simon instructs, leaning over so he's hovering directly above Johnny. You obey, and your husband hums as the view.

"Do you see the little bud at the top there, Johnny? Focus in on that, it's what gives women pleasure."

Johnny's evidently a quick study, as he focuses his attentions onto your clitoris as soon as the instructions are out of Simon's mouth. "Oh!" You gasp, back shooting up from the wall.

It takes him several long minutes to figure out what keeps you moaning in pleasure rather than whining in frustration, but once he does he keeps his tongue stroking in just the right way to make you go boneless.

"Attaboy, there you go," Ghost praises, stroking over the stripe of hair on Johnny's head. "Hear her moanin'? That means you're making' her feel good, so keep going."

He's a good listener, Johnny, and you're nearly brought to a peak with just his tongue alone.

"Add a finger now," Simon says.

Johnny pulls back just far enough for you to see his confusion. "A finger, sir?"

Simon huffs out a laugh, reaching down to grab Johnny's right wrist and pull it to your bared core. "Yes, Johnny, a finger. You put one or two into her hole to stretch her out enough to take you. Now, you won't be fucking my wife today, but the stretch will still feel good for her."

The way he talks about you like you're not even there combined with the sudden slow stretch of Johnny's fingers has you moaning. If you were even slightly more aware of anything but the two men in front of you, you'd worry about being heard. As it is, the attention returning to your clit keeps you suitably distracted.

Simon scoffs in front of you, tugging Johnny's hair a bit in reprimand. "You have to move the finger, boy, you can't just set it in there and do nothing. C'mon, push it in and out a bit."

"Yes, sir," Johnny pants, glancing up at you past all the skirts. "Sorry, my lady."

"That's- that's alright," you excuse, trying to keep your voice steady. Judging by the smirk on your husband's face, you're not particularly successful.

You let yourself float off in the pleasure for a bit, smiling gently at the cautious movements of Johnny's finger - he almost seems scared to hurt you, and you can't help but be endeared to the stablehand all over again.

"Look at that," Simon sighs, his hand moving further up on your thigh. "Hear how wet she is? Means she's ready for another finger. Go on, Johnny. Stretch her out some more."

The two fingers are enough to get you off - all that attention focused right on your clit and just enough of a stretch for you to feel. You come with quiet moans, shifting your hips forward into Johnny's lips as much as you can.

He doesn't slow or change his motions at all, and you ride the orgasm to completion happily. After, though, you can't help but whine at the overstiumlation.

"Alright, pull off now, Johnny. You hear those noises? Those mean she doesn't feel good anymore."

Johnny almost jerks away from you, glancing up at you with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, my lady," he quickly apologizes, rising up on his knees to get closer as you drop your skirts. "I didn't meant to hurt you."

You smile softly at him, reaching down to cup his cheek. "You didn't, Johnny, it's alright. Just a bit too much."

He nods as he leans into your hold, and the three of you rest in silence for a few moments.

Eventually Simon tugs you off of the table, pulling both you and Johnny into his arms for a half-hug. It's nice - your husband isn't too much of a fan of physical contact, so you relish in it when you can.

Johnny coughs a bit with a blush when you all three finally seperate. "So... when's my next lesson?"

You smirk as you loop arms with Simon, both of you sharing an amused glance.

"Come to our chambers anytime, Johnny," you offer, patting him on the chest before stepping away. "I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind giving a longer demonstration on how to fully pleasure a woman."

You leave a red-faced Johnny in the stables with tented pants, both you and Simon chuckling to yourselves as you head back to the manor.

#first draft: you and your new husband johnny move into a house that turns out to be haunted. good news is the ghost seems to like you both #< aka pervy simon and very confused soap & reader #which is a cooler (more creative) idea than this but feels like it could be like 5k #and im trying to get better at writing shorter things lol #bo writes #ghoap x reader #1k celebration #i am so fucking sleepy #also sorry for the kinda wishy washy characterization here i wrote this across a 12 hour period between writing other things

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onlygoldwillsuffice · 1 year

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Tom Riddle x Reader

Read the second part here

Warnings: borderline stalking, ever so slightly suggestive toward the end, that's pretty much it (i think?)

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: Tom thinks you're far too pretty and perfect to not have any secrets.

Note - This is the first fanfic I've ever written, so be merciful please + the reader is written as a Ravenclaw, but you can imagine them as any house you please

Tom sauntered through the labyrinthine passageways of Hogwarts with a stride that exuded nothing less than confidence, his obsidian and emerald green robes billowing behind him like a regal banner. The susurrus of his peers’ opinions filled his ears as he walked by, the young ladies admiring his comely features and the young gentlemen sizing up his pompous attitude. Everyone knew he was quite a force to be reckoned with, including him. With his black, wavy hair and piercing dark eyes that seemed to hold the power to penetrate the depths of one's soul, he commanded attention wherever he went. But tonight, he could only be attentive to finding the new Ravenclaw transfer student, who he had a sinking feeling was beginning to become a cause for concern.

He had been watching you ever since you arrived at the school. Your beauty was undeniable, but it was your sharp wit and intelligence that really intrigued him. He had watched you closely in class, noticing how you seemed to effortlessly outshine your peers, including himself at times. You were always answering questions and getting them right, constantly impressing the professors with your work, and easily making friends – rarely struggling in, well, anything.

Tom was an expert in the art of perfection, and you were all too perfect for him to not be suspicious of you. Your aloofness only added to your allure, and he couldn’t help being drawn to you like a moth to a flame. However, being a Slytherin, he knew all too well the importance of upholding his reputation. He didn’t take kindly to anyone who threatened his position, especially not a fresh-faced witch who had yet to earn her stripes.

Finally, after enduring five grueling months of practically stalking you, he stumbled upon something truly unexpected during his tedious prefect duty. While performing a routine inspection of the hallways, peculiar crackling noises caught his ear, emanating from a nearby storage closet. Luck was on his side as the door was partially ajar, granting him a glimpse of your illicit activity. He watched in amusement as you repeatedly cast the unforgivable Cruciatus Curse.

Tom knew that he had to act quickly before anyone else found out about your actions just to make your future punishment extra hellish for you. He slipped away from the closet without making a sound, deep in thought. He understood he had to tread carefully, but he was determined to use this new knowledge to his advantage.

Perhaps he may have underestimated your potential, but he was a Slytherin, and he knew how to play the game.

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As Tom sat in his classes, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how to confront you. He knew that he had to be cautious not to arouse suspicion, but he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter. Thanks to his constant surveillance of you, he learned that you always spent Wednesday nights at the astronomy tower, with special permission from the professor. This presented an opportunity for him to confront you privately without any interference.

Night fell, and Riddle made his way to the other side of the castle where the astronomy tower was, ensuring that no one saw him enter. He ascended up the astronomy tower, his steps were silent as he navigated the twisting staircases of Hogwarts. Upon reaching the summit, he saw you standing at the railing behind a large telescope, gazing out at the twinkling stars above. A sly smile spread across his lips as he cleared his throat, announcing his presence. “Good evening, Y/N. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” He couldn’t help but to flash a charming smile. After practising for so long, it came naturally, and he assumed it would win over your favour (as it does for everyone else). “I couldn’t resist the temptation of a starry night.”

You looked up at him through your thick lashes with a polite smile just enough to show acknowledgment, but you didn’t respond. Tom took a few steps to close some of the space between the two of you, eyes still fixed on you. “I wanted to discuss the potions assignment we were paired up on. I thought we could review the details together and make sure we’re both on the same page.” You turned back to the telescope with an annoyingly gorgeous unreadable expression. “I already finished the assignment, Tom. But if you’re struggling, I’d be happy to help.”

Tom felt his eyebrows knit together. You were already getting on his nerves.

“No, I’m not struggling. I just thought it would be good to compare notes and make sure we both did everything correctly.”

“Sure,” you replied plainly, giving nothing away. You hand him your papers, and he scarcely glances over them; he already knows your work is correct, and after all, this mundane assignment was merely an excuse to speak to you.

He cleared his throat again, trying to keep his voice casual. “I must admit, Y/N, I’m very impressed by your work. You seem to have quite the knack for potions.” You shrugged nonchalantly, still focusing on the stars through the telescope. “It’s just something I enjoy. It comes naturally to me.”

Tom continued, “I’m curious, Y/N,” “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you to Hogwarts? Surely a young witch of your...talents...has many opportunities elsewhere?”

“I suppose,” you respond coolly, voice laced with ice. “But there is something special about Hogwarts, don’t you think? A certain...magic.”

Tom’s suspicion only grew. “Well, it’s good to see that Ravenclaw has a promising new student,” he said smoothly, masking his suspicion. “Thanks.” You replied bluntly.

He waited for you to continue the conversation, but realised he was getting nowhere he wanted. He threw aside his original plan to approach you with caution and dropped the façade to expose the real reason he was talking to you.

Tom’s expression darkened, and he stared at you for a long and uncomfortable moment before finally speaking. “I saw you practising the Cruciatus curse last night, Y/N.”

As he patiently waited to gauge your response, you only remained fixated on the task of making small adjustments to the telescope, leaving him puzzled by your lack of reaction. He had been right to keep a close eye on you. “I know it’s illegal to use the Unforgivable Curses outside of Auror training,” he continued, his voice low with a hint of danger. “What were you planning to do with it?”

Slowly, you shifted to meet his gaze, your face a blank canvas of emotions. "Tom, I fail to see how it’s any of your business?” Tom felt his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He had always prided himself on being in control of his emotions, but you were testing his patience. “It is my business if you’re planning to cause harm to someone at this school. I won’t let that happen.”

You raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his threat. “And what makes you think I would use it for harm?”

“Isn’t that the only reason to use the Cruciatus Curse?” Tom spat back.

“Maybe that’s what you think, but I see the Cruciatus Curse as a tool, and like any tool, it can be used for both good and bad. It’s all about the intention behind it.”, you replied. “I believe that it’s important to have a full understanding of all forms of magic, even the dark ones. It’s only by understanding them that we can learn how to defend ourselves against them, wouldn’t you agree?”

Unbeknownst to him, all the watching he did over you made you become aware of his presence and allowed you to see a little show of your own. “Besides, you’re not the only one to have seen questionable behaviour. Aren’t I right, Mr. Parseltongue?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed at the mention of his Parseltongue ability. It was something he had always kept secret, something that made him feel both powerful and isolated. He didn’t appreciate you bringing it up, especially not in this context. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said through gritted teeth.

This time you stepped closer to him, your scent intoxicating him. “Oh, don’t be so dismissive, Tom. I know about your special gift. It’s not every day that one encounters a Parseltongue.”

His unwavering gaze bore into you, his face set in a rigid expression as he remained silent.

“Very well, Tom. But be warned, not everything is as it seems. You may find the knowledge you seek, but you may not like what you discover,” you say before turning on your heel and walking back to your common room for the night, leaving him to expend in his frustration.

Never before had anyone dared to speak to the young man who rules over Hogwarts with an iron fist in such a manner. With a venomous glint in his eye, he vowed to himself that it would be the first and last time that such insolence would be tolerated. He’ll make sure you learn the hard way that there were consequences for crossing him, and he relished the thought of watching you regret your words.

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karume-everything-else · 5 months

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hi, can you do relationship dbs hc's for frieza and cooler with a s/o who is like medusa? Does the reader have a human body and snake hair and is she stunningly beautiful? (The reader is also a strong and skilled fighter).

Of course!

Frieza

Is almost constantly keeping you nearby or in his lap because of how attractive and deadly you are

Finds out quickly that he can look you in the eye as long as he keeps his ki activated

Absolutely loves the powerful and sexy 'villain' couple idea and will do whatever he can to make you appear like his partner in crime(s against the galaxy)

Despite knowing you're a strong fighter (with or without your ability to turn people to stone), he is always trying to convince you not to fight

Not that he doesn't think it makes you look 1000% more attractive, he just wants to avoid his girlfriend leaping into battle when he has a literal army

Though, when the situation calls he has no problem adhering to the adage "Ladies first"

He also won't give you much of a head start because he doesn't want you getting hurt too badly

Cooler

Often mistakes you for a normal human because of his limited knowledge of human anatomy

Is a bit slow on picking up that you're the one turning his minions to stone, even with you telling him

Eventually realizes he can activate his ki to avoid being turned to stone

Is taken very aback by how deadly you are in combat and finds it makes you so much more attractive

You two met right before a battle, he couldn't believe you were with a group of fighters because of how gorgeous you look

But then you nearly single-handedly kicked his a$$ and he couldn't fathom it

To the point he almost became yandere levels of obsessive and possessive

Though he is less inclined to let you jump into battle as he would rather stand menacingly in the background or protecting you with just his tail and pointing energy blasts

#x reader #dbz fandom #ask #anon ask #frieza x reader #dbz frieza #frieza #cooler x reader #dbz cooler #cooler #dbs #dbs frieza

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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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ive been scrollin through Cooler tag in hopes to find something that ISN'T a literral water cooler and found that req you did 👁️ 👁️

can you please write relationship hcs with an earthling s/o for Cooler Frieza and King Cold? (seperate)

Frieza Family x Reader Headcanons

I'm still new to the hc thing. But I like this, I hope you do too, Mx. Anonymous!

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🧊Frieza Clan🧊

Warning(s): Fluff, hints at NSFW (but not descriptive)

The Frieza Family is the strongest family in the universe, but... you make them a little weak.

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Cooler

SFW

First of all, he was gentle with you. Sometimes, he feared his power would break you.

Like, you would have to guide him with your hands to show him, what amount of pressure is okay.

He's very sweet to you.

Although it was foreign to him, he often showed you affection.

He loves spending time with you.

He finds it adorable when you struggle with tasks he finds simple, like reaching onto the top shelf or fixing a lightbulb.

But don't worry, he'll help you, he loves helping you.

At night, he'll take you flying.

He absolutely finds it adorable when you reach for the stars.

He grows tempted to retrieve one for you.

He also secretly loves, when you hold on tight to him, so you won't fall.

It was strange to him the first time you got sick around him. But it reminded him of how fragile you could be and that he needed to take care of you.

He'll carry heavy loads for you.

Quite honestly he loves your human nature, your weakness, it gives you something to need him for.

He's never felt wanted before.

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Slow and Heavy

He loves, loves, loves to savor you. Plan. Take his time. Like you're a gourmet dish.

He'll torment you until he loses his patience, which isn't easy.

He's a quick learner and finds out what makes you tick, what you like, in no time.

Frieza

SFW

Oh, you clashed in the beginning.

Like, really, clashed.

He wasn't a...human person.

You didn't care for his polite sarcasm.

He didn't like that you didn't have a single ounce of fear

But over time...

You warmed up to each other.

You found him to be charismatic.

And he found you cute, weak, but cute.

You'll often have long talks at night about random things.

He doesn't let you touch him often.

But you get rare times when you can.

He flusters a little, and plays it off.

He brags about you, like, to no end.

And he'll spoil you.

He always makes sure you're safe.

And when you aren't he'll break.

But if you're unsafe due to another person...he'll break them.

He'll harass you to eat healthily and have healthy habits.

He'll kill anyone who looks at you funny, either in interest or questioning your presence.

Sometimes, if he feels like it, he'll let you decide their fate.

Or other times...he'll show you off.

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Sadist

Very much so.

And he has the ability to be patient when necessary.

So he can easily hold out on himself to make you suffer.

He needs complete dominance, and control.

Which makes him enjoy your humanity, it's easy to dominate you.

"Touch me, and I will not continue."

Rather than learning how you work, he'll test it when the time arises.

"Oh my, that seems to please you~"

His pacing is both aggressive, and elegant all at once.

Just like him.

He'll do many things to make you relinquish your control.

But he prefers restraint.

And one thing he loves is when you have the nerve to talk back, just to become mush.

"All your bluster, and you've been reduced to the weak little human you are."

King Cold

SFW

His elegance caught your attention.

Mainly because he was a giant.

It didn't match to you.

Like you practically have to basically do a back-bend to look into his eyes.

He's quite arrogant about his strength.

But you think it's also because he wants to impress you.

He SPOILS you.

Nice dates, space wine.

The finest delicacies in the universe.

The finest jewelry.

The finest clothes.

He'll often pet your head.

And he totally finds it cute how small you are.

He teases you for your human nature.

He'll often carry you in an arm.

Which flusters you.

But you can get him back by caressing his horns.

Sometimes he'll watch you from afar if you play in the nature, he's fond of the little moments with you despite everything.

He's completely and utterly fallen in love with you.

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All that elegance?

Still there, but less...restrained.

You know that affinity for weapons he has?

He likes to trail a pretty little custom knife down your jaw, lower, lower, lower...

He knows you have a thing for his thighs.

And his arms...

He uses that knowledge.

He plays polite, but really you know he's not...he plans to do many impolite things

#cooler #king cold #cooler x reader #King Cold x Reader #frieza #frieza x reader #dbz #dragon ball z #dbz headcanons #headcanon #anime #anime headcanons

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Hey I love your work so much you brought back my love for sea creatures and stumbled across this beautiful creature.

The phantom jellyfish the most rarest jellyfish

Look at this beautiful jellyfish.

I ever found this beautiful fanart of a human phantom jellyfish I could not find the artist but its beautiful.

woa!!! I’ve never heard of this jelly before but it looks so pretty!!! Has a gothic-like or somewhat deadly kind of vibe. Oooooo! I'm going to do the ocatrio with malleus for this one since you didn't specify. Hope that's alright! These jellys are so cool cause they dont have stingers! their arms are used to just scoop up plankton and carry that to the mouth.

Description

A beautiful creature of the deep, rare, and rather secluded but you always found comfort in the pressure and darkness around you as you drifted through the void. Scavenging what you could from the waters with your long ribbon-like arms. You don't have the ability to sting, but your ribbons can be used to strangle and disorient predators. Especially since your dark skin matches the darkness of home. You have dark skin with a dark brown/orange undertone. Your body and arms make you up to 30 ft long! Your arms are 25 of those feet.

When you were called to the surface and NRC you struggled greatly with the harsh light. Your human form is only 6 ft tall with long, dark, ribbon-like hair and longer-than-average arms. you are able to manipulate your hair but you keep that more of a secret. you are fairly secluded and try to avoid crowds as much as physically possible. You have dark skin and your eyes are a startling orange color. You usually wear dark sunglasses so no one can really see your eyes unless the sun has set or it's fairly dark in the room.

Octavinelle

Azul: Knows your a mer, he likes keeping tabs on all the merfolk on campus. Your strange ribbon-like hair was what really caught his attention and he asked blackmailed you about it. Found out the hard way what it can do. He underestimated you since you seemed rather... soft-mannered. The twins wouldn't let him live it down for like a week. You do visit the lounge since it reminded you of the few times you floated closer to the twilight zone from your midnight home. the lower lighting was also the only lighting you could handle ok without your glasses so you visited and studied there quite often. He appreciates your patronage and somehow your calm demeanor and strength draw him to you. He liked being around you since your calm aura helps calm him. After long enough you are invited to sit in his VIP room where he turns all the lights off other than the aquarium or a controlled light over his desk and only his desk. You greatly appreciate it. He does try many times to have you work for him, your hair acts like his many arms back in the sea! imagine how efficient you would be! but he does understand how you wouldn't be able to work in the light.

When he first saw you merform in the magic pressure pool he was amazed at how LONG you were! He thought you were like the twin's size not double their length and then some! loves how silky your arms are and how you don't sting but he can feel the strength in those arms and remembers to not underestimate you. If you invite him to swim with you he will try to stammer out a smooth response. Maybe someday. Does with to have you do some sort of sink dancing thing, you would do amazing with it! the way your arms are already like silk makes him dream. if you ever are close and you wrap your soft arms around him he will immediately melt and even have some tears build up in his eyes. Your hugs are understanding and kind and calm.

Jade: Your hair is what really caught his attention. The way it seemed to squirm along with you when he asked many uncomfortable questions. Knew you were a mer from Azul and was trying to figure out what exactly you were, you didn't cover up like other jellyfish mers yet you had that calmness they are known for. Probably figured it out when he overheard you tell someone else what you were. Such a rare specimen had Jade all the more intrigued. Asked even more questions and even subtly hinted he knew what you were, he got hair slapped when he gave you a dark jello treat he created and mentioned wanting to test if its taste was accurate. Super surprised that your hair actually had that kind of force, he knew it could move but you made him take a full step back to catch himself. Impressive~ also likes to try and see your eyes but is more respectful than Floyd, usually lowers the lights in your area of the lounge with some magic, just to see those beautiful glowing orange orbs.

When he first saw your mer form he was very curious about your long arms. Asking politely to hold one since he knew he couldn't reach you in the pressure pool without risking bodily harm. He compliments the texture and strength of the silky ribbons. Happily offering a job at the mostro louge for a once-a-week show from the depths. You kindly turned him down, saying you like to be more in the shadows than the star. He nods at this. you both connect by watching things from a distance. Asks many questions still but won't hint at trying to eat you after he saw Floyd get strangled for biting you.

Floyd: Squishy!! He likes squeezing you, You're so soft and easy to squeeze, but you don't wiggle as much! He calls you black jellyfish. He likes to mess with your hair. it looks so cool! one time it slapped him when he tried to bite it and he loved it even more! Pokes and prods at it to annoy you. Thought you were boring but another time stole your sunglasses and really liked your eyes! He's never seen glowing orange eyes before! so now this man pokes at your hair and tries to blind you a lot. You try to stay away from him but that's fairly difficult to do. Over time he clams a bit around you, especially when he really pissed you off and you strangled him to near passing out. Likes to see you try new foods, and your faces of delight are so cute! he also pesters you with a lot of questions. he changes his nickname for you when you correct him. "phantom jelly!" he would usually call out before you are lifted off of your feet. sometimes he will break turn off the lights to get you to show off your glowing eyes.

When he first saw your merform in the pressure pool he wanted to hop right in but just before he jumped in you cocooned him in your silky arms, telling him he's an idiot for trying to swim in the most dangerous pool, he would be crushed like a tin can even in his merform! he said you were no fun but did have to agree that a broken tail would suck more. You keep an arm and eye on him to make sure he doesn't try anything particularly stupid. He really likes your cool silky arms! keeps asking when you would want to swim with him in the dorm underwater sanctuary. He's very lucky you are very patient with his very excitable self.

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Malleus: You both connected by being out at night, when the world is still and you feel closer to home. The darkness is a welcome relief to you. You and he crossed paths on a late-night walk. No words were needed as you both continued to walk through the night, pointing out some stars or other small things of interest. You even let your hair down and he happily allowed his magic fireflies to show themselves. You were the best of mute friends understanding each other's lonely life with no words needed. He and you took a few weeks before words were spoken and it was comfortable. he enjoys the smooth texture of your hair and is always pleasantly surprised at its strength when you do use it. you admire his dark power and how his horns are so tough and strong on his head.

When he first sees your merform in a lake one night he couldn't help but be mesmerized by your long silky arms. The way they floated and swayed in the water, the gentle glow from just under your skin, and the softness of your body in the water. He complimented you and your form, promising to show you his true form someday when you were both ready for it. He treasures your trust and tries to help you with his magic, even creating a spell to make a bubble of darkness around you so light doesn't hurt your eyes as much. He also really likes your eyes, unnatural yet powerful, like his.

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mitsies · 1 year

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one thing that we can infer about ISAGI YOICHI is that he's nosy as hell. like, we've seen it with how he literally interrogated chigiri and barou- he's just always aiming to understand everyone, and that comes across as him being nosy (because he is.)

now think about that and picture this: in passing, you mention a date with some other guy. oh my god if he was listening before, he's really listening now. he's practically interrogating you- 'what was his name? how did you guys meet? what did you think of him? did you like him? why?'

all this, and isagi still doesn't realize that he has a massive crush on you. he's oblivious to his own feelings, to how he's so utterly enamoured by you and only you. he simply likens his desperation to know about your date to his inquisitive nature, even though it's so much more than that.

the question that lingers on the tip of his tongue, though, that he can't quite bring himself to say is: 'did you like him more than me?'

he doesn't know why he wants to ask so badly, and it's actually kind of embarrassing. he doesn't say it but he thinks you see the words on his lips.

"he wasn't that interesting. kind of dull, actually."

isagi has never felt more relieved in his life.

"plus, i never said this was recent. this happened, like, 6 months ago."

he feels his cheeks flush red. oh. now, he's just embarrassed.

#still googles the guys name afterwards and tells himself that he's sooooo much cooler and better at football than him LMFAO #hes such a teenaged boy it's SICK #also him being hella oblivious is CANON idc what anyone else says.#isagi yoichi x reader #blue lock x reader #mitzi's world!

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cherryrainn · 8 months

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Hello! If it's alright, I would like to request some headcanons for Cooler, Cell, and Krillin (I couldn't find if you had a character limit - if so then just Cell would be fine). They get into a dangerous situation with their S/O and their S/O makes the decision to sacrifice themselves so their partner can escape. S/O tells them "I love you" before shoving them out of the way and taking the hit for them. You can choose whether S/O lives or dies, for fun. Thank you!

━━ ✧ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

─ ✩ ��𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; cooler + reader, cell + reader, krillin + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; of course i can do this for you! i love writing for dragon ball. not like this is important but it's been a giant comfort for me for years. thank you for your request.

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; death, loss, violence

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; none

𝘊𝘖𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘙 ♡

cooler is usually the confident and strong one in the relationship, but when you both find yourselves in a dangerous situation, he's momentarily taken aback. he quickly assesses the situation and tries to come up with a plan to get both of you out safely.

as the danger escalates, cooler's worry for you becomes more evident. he might not show it on the surface, but his eyes keep searching for you, making sure you're alright.

when you make the decision to sacrifice yourself to save him, his heart sinks. he's not used to feeling helpless, and he struggles against your decision.

"no, y/n, we'll find another way. we can both make it out of this."

you hold his face in your hands, your gaze sincere. "cooler, i love you. i want you to get out of here and be safe. don't you dare forget me, okay?"

before he can protest further, you push him out of harm's way, taking the hit meant for him. time seems to slow down as you lock eyes one last time, the intensity of your love reflected in your gaze.

cooler's heart shatters as he watches you take the hit, his roar of anguish filling the air. he fights against the force that separates you, struggling to reach you even as he's pushed away.

the aftermath is a blur of pain and anger for cooler. he's consumed by guilt, feeling like he should have been the one to protect you.

if you survive, he'll be there by your side, his usual aloof demeanor shattered as he clings to you as though you might disappear at any moment. he's seen as a conqueror, a warrior, but this vulnerability is something only you've ever brought out in him.

if you don't survive, cooler is consumed by grief. his walls shatter, revealing a raw pain that he's never allowed himself to see. he'll visit your resting place often, silently sharing his thoughts and regrets.

𝘊𝘌𝘓𝘓 ♡

cell's suave and charming exterior belies the dangerous being he truly is. his obsession with perfection and power is a driving force in his life, but his feelings for you create a unique conflict within him.

when the dangerous situation unfolds, cell's initial reaction is one of calculating analysis. he evaluates all possible outcomes, seeking the most advantageous solution.

when you announce your decision to sacrifice yourself to save him, cell's voice wavers with a mixture of disbelief and urgency. "no, y/n, i can overpower this threat myself."

you lock eyes with him, conveying your love and determination with a simple "cell, i love you. i need you to escape and make it out of here. remember me and stay strong."

before he can fully react, you shove him out of harm's way, positioning yourself to absorb the danger meant for him. he watches in disbelief as you take the hit, unable to comprehend your sacrifice.

as you fall to the ground, your breathing labored, cell roars in anger and frustration, his power surging as he fights against the force that separates you. he can't reach you in time, and the realization that he couldn't protect you tears at his very being.

emotions he's never truly understood start to swirl within him. guilt, a sense of loss, and a growing understanding of the depth of his feelings for you leave him shaken.

if you survive, cell's usually precise façade wavers. he struggles to control his emotions around you, his usual self-assuredness replaced with vulnerability.

if you don't survive, the anguish he experiences is intense. his usually composed exterior shatters, revealing a broken being grappling with a pain he never thought he'd feel.

𝘒𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕 ♡

krillin is known for his heart of gold and unwavering loyalty. he's deeply devoted to you and treasures the love you share.

when danger looms, krillin's protective instincts kick into high gear. he's determined to shield you from harm, even if it means putting himself in danger.

when you express your intention to sacrifice yourself to save him, krillin's heart sinks. "no way, y/n, there's got to be another way. we can figure this out together," he pleads, his voice tinged with desperation.

you cup his face in your hands, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of determination and love. "krillin, i love you. i want you to be safe, no matter what. promise me you'll live."

before he can react, you push him out of the way, absorbing the hit meant for him. he watches in horror as you crumple to the ground, the weight of the situation crashing over him.

krillin's heart races as he rushes to your side, his hands trembling as he tries to assess the damage. he's overwhelmed with a mixture of gratitude and guilt, unable to believe that you would sacrifice yourself for him.

emotions swirl within him as he holds you, feeling helpless and desperate. he wishes he could've done something to prevent your sacrifice, to protect you as you've always protected him.

if you survive, krillin clings to you as though you might disappear at any moment. he's a whirlwind of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a renewed determination to cherish every moment with you.

if you don't survive, krillin is consumed by grief. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, and he visits your resting place often, quietly sharing his thoughts and regrets.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball x reader #headcanons #dragon ball headcanons #cooler #perfect cell #cell #krillin #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask

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