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[ruruumin]

pretty please.

₊˚ෆ college au!lohen x fem!reader.

⤷ "pretty please come over and ruin my life" is what lohen would've said.

lohen remembers meeting you again at a party. he doesn’t recall the full details, aside from holding a cheap, red solo cup in his hand and staring into the crowded distance. bodies slid up against each other, floor shaking from the intense bass, and loud shuffling coming from the bathroom. while he wasn’t keen about college parties, he didn’t dislike them either. if anything, he liked watching people from afar, seeing them waste themselves away from a few bottles of alcohol. he liked the way men would tip over, drool hanging from the corner of their lips as they grinned, shouting out to the crowd for another round of beer pong (he also liked that while drunk and incapacitated, a fight is more likely to break out). 

leave it to varka to host something unabashedly rowdy. not only was he a famous alumni from lohen’s organization, the man had some money to spare for parties. beer cans and all types of booze lined up in the kitchen like soldiers. cups spilled into every corner of his house—in the closets, the bathroom, even under the kitchen sink there were dozens of red solo cups. 

in his half drunk state, lohen sees you approach him—you’re only a year older than him, having been in the org two years before he joined. you even served as an executive member for the live events department. with your charming personality, you weaseled your way through college with a multitude of partners and stories. in other words, you were a hot topic amongst the members. 

the static in his mind comes to a screeching halt when you drunkenly stumbled into him, mumbling under your breath a pitiful apology. 

he stares at your glossy lips, wondering how often you must have reapplied it after taking swigs from a bottle. lohen gives you a cocky grin, eyes growing lidded as you’re shoved forward into his arms. the room was growing ever so tight as more people filled the living space. the smell of your perfume wafts in the air, a sickenly sweet combination of vanilla and spice. it helped fight the stench coming from the other guys in the room.

before lohen could say anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. a warm breath grazes the tip of his ear, dancing against the steel piercing on his helix. for a moment, he thinks you’re about to pass out because you’re looking at him with a new expression.

“you’re not drinking?” your fingers tap against the back of his wrist.

“i don’t care enough to finish,” hearing his response, you look up at him, lashes fluttering up and down. 

“mind if i finish it?”

“go ahead.”

without a second to waste, you drink from the same side his lips once touched. downing the rest of his alcohol, you pull back and release a satisfied sigh. beneath the dim lights, he could vaguely make out the color of your lip gloss staining the rim. 

this moment takes him back to the day you first met each other. when he was a newcomer to an organization that promised him a pretty looking resume, and fun activities—you showed up with your hand outstretched, grinning from ear to ear as you introduced him to your team. you also had a drink in your hand, one that also stained with your favorite lip gloss. although he joined a separate team, you continue to treat him like close friends. 

seeing you now, with this starved look in your eyes and a set of grabby hands, he can’t help but think about the consequences of his actions. he knows that by engaging in this game of yours, he will end up on the headline of his local college newspaper. probably as another unknown boyfriend that you’ll shrug off in a few weeks.

but lohen never liked to play it safe anyway. 

his thumb brushes against the underside of your lips, watching with careful eyes as your fingers dig into his hair. you look so pretty in this moment, its almost criminal. the multi-colored lights illuminate the stars in your eyes. despite the slight sheen of sweat, your body glitter never came off. parting your lips, the two of you collide with each other—creating a dangerous mix of alcohol that boils your blood. your hands tug at his locks, almost pulling them from the root as he backs up into the wall. 

loud music continues to play over the sounds of your sloppy, almost dog-like kisses. lohen could feel himself growing a little hazy and his vision blurring from the lack of air. even now, your enthusiasm never fails to impress him. each time you pull away from him, to catch your breath and take another swig from your bottle, he stops you with another kiss that makes your knees weak.

lohen, in all honesty, wouldn’t mind being your boyfriend for the next couple of days—if varka comes back to him, waving a college newspaper with his face printed onto the cover, he will think back on this moment, and sigh fondly.

[ruruumin]

his reason.

₊˚ෆ lohen x captain!reader.

⤷ a look into his character reveals more than just blood.

“why do you fight?” 

lohen’s gaze upon his cup is broken the moment he hears the chime of your voice. sitting across from him, your finger gently rubs the ceramic handle. the open window in your room allows for the breeze to tickle the back of your neck. the candle in your office flickers with every passing wind. 

he has heard this question far too many times. he has heard it from his fellow soldiers, ones that were too afraid to look him in the eye, but dare speak ill of his name in dark corners. other times, he hears it from varka, mainly after having a few too many glasses. however, this was the first time he has heard of it from you; the captain of the fifth company, his superior and what he could only describe as possibly his star. 

although some see his appreciation for you as nothing more than a dog looking for an owner, he sees you in ways other people wouldn’t. the scars on your skin were less of a trophy, and more of a reminder of the harshness of war and battle. the cut on your ear, while a great campfire story, held a lot of contempt and regret. the calloused skin on your fingers reflected years of hardship. in other words, you were a fine weapon. 

however, that was not the only reason why you were promoted to captain. he thinks about your keen intuition and cleverness as part of your charm. the way you look down on people was not out of ego, but mere curiosity. your hunger for knowledge is insatiable. he could feel the way your eyes linger on his form, studying the way his fingers twitched or the movement of his feet. in these moments, lohen believes you’re looking for something.

a reason maybe.

lohen raises his cup, swirling the contents inside. while he loved being mischievous, especially to varka and other members in his company, he never found the opportunity to catch you off guard. being here, in your office, under your careful watch, made him feel like he couldn’t hide anything. not even the dagger in his pocket was safe from your gaze. 

“the reason is of no matter. as long as i get the job done, that’s what matters on paper, no?”

his response causes you to shake your head, displeased by his words. you take a steady sip from your cup. after what feels like an eternity, you lean back into your chair, slowly licking your lips to clear the surface of its lingering taste. “i don’t think that is true.”

“and what makes you say that, my love?” your pet name rolls of his tongue easier than anything else. referring to you as just another captain felt wrong—almost unworthy. even though these names were typically reserved for lovesick fools, he enjoyed using them with you. it riled you up sometimes, hearing these names on the battlefield, but you can’t deny that it brings a sense of warmth in your stomach.

“its more than boredom. i know that much.” 

“ah, so you’re making assumptions of me.”

“observations,” you correct him with ease, pushing forward his cup with your pointer finger, “they’re mere observations of a man in denial.”

lohen shrugs his shoulders, raising both his arms up in surrender. “what would that be? what more could i possibly be, other than a battle-hardened warrior, a maniac with a drive for pain—and the thorn in your side?”

“perhaps you’re a man who cares too much.” 

your words strike him down like lightning, frying his nerves into submission. his body slouches over your table, a pout forming on his pale lips. the fifth company might disagree with you. to them, lohen’s madness comes from the desire for pain and excitement. the reason why he pushes his own teammates so hard is to see them break and whine. but that is just the tip of the iceberg—an excuse that turns your eye to the real culprit. 

no person in the world would crave that much pain. no human could possibly handle the burden of a thousand lashes. yet lohen was there, standing tall even when his body is coated in a thick layer of his own blood. a man like that seems crazy. with those bloodshot eyes and a laugh that echoes even in the furthest of mountains, lohen seems to fit the definition well—however, thats not enough. 

the reason for it all was rooted in something tender, more so than flesh itself. a man who could withstand a thousand lashes does it for his comrades. he stands tall so that everyone else behind him could see his human spirit rise amongst adversities. you think this is the reason why lohen fights.

“you might not be far off.” 

after a long pause, lohen decides to take a drink out of his cup—one that you had rightfully poured for him the moment he came into your office. 

₊˚ෆ authors note:

⤷ i thought of this idea after reading his expeditionary force ranking. as much as i like seeing him as this battle-crazed maniac, the reason why his company has the least amount of casualities is because he takes the brunt. underneath his desire for pain is a reason to stay alive.

[eepylohen]

a little entertainment

lohen x reader

summary: lohen got punished with the quietest post in camp, where nothing ever happens. he would have died of boredom — if you hadn't already been there. now he's starting to think varka did him a favor. 

topics: russian roulette, lohen being a freak & down really bad, reader is lightkeeper, sexual tension, a little bit nsfw (mentions of masturbation & sexual thoughts, masochism, gunplay)

english is not my first language. please tell me if i got something wrong. thank you!

"This is so fucking boring," Lohen groaned, lying on his back and rubbing his face with one hand. With the other he toyed with his knife, hoping that eventually his body would betray him and not let him catch the sharp edge in time, letting it sink into his flesh. The worst thing Varka could have done to him was station him somewhere where absolutely nothing happens. "Talk to me, nightingale."

The watch duty he'd been given as punishment for a certain tiny violation took place at the position closest to the camp. It was the last line of defense, meaning the chance of anything happening here was exactly zero — especially on a warm, quiet night like this one. Normally at this hour he'd have free time; he'd be wreaking havoc in enemy camps. But instead… well.

The only consolation was you. You and Lohen had known each other for a few years, ever since the Knights of Favonius and the Lightkeepers had signed their alliance treaty. What you knew about him was that he was a goddamn freak, a killing machine, and for some reason — terribly fond of you. Perhaps because you personally went out of your way to avoid him whenever possible, so the more you showed your distaste, the harder he tried to get closer to you. Like a moth to a flame.

Lohen loved to tease you because you had a saintly patience, and that made him terribly excited at the thought of the day you'd finally lose your footing. He wanted to see you furious so badly that sometimes, before falling asleep, he'd fantasize about how you might react. Completely shamelessly, he'd slide his hand into his trousers thinking about you slapping him in frustration, then finish on his own fingers while imagining your trembling breath and perhaps tears on your flushed cheeks.

Tonight he'd probably sin again, staining your image in his filthy mind — but for now, he needed to whine a little to finally get your attention.

While he was practically writhing with boredom, you sat calmly reading snezhnayan literature. You loved when this particular watch shift came around; it was one of the rare moments when you could truly rest and do things you otherwise never had time for. The watchtower sat in a perfectly quiet spot — not too far from the forest and not too far from camp, but still remote enough that no one would catch you slacking. Hardly anyone ever checked on you here. Although absorbed in your book, you remained alert enough that in case of danger you could react quickly and warn your companions.

At least, that's usually how it went. Today you had to put up with Lohen.

"You should have behaved like a proper knight," you replied, trying to hide your amusement. It worked on Lohen immediately — he lifted his eyes to look at the corners of your mouth turning up, and a smile spread automatically across his face as well.

"Are you saying I'm not honorable?" He sat up and rested his elbow on his knee, propping his cheek against his palm, looking at you with that usual intensity of his. With a sigh, you closed your book. So much for relaxing.

"I didn't say that, Lohen," you replied, rolling your eyes. Still, you knew perfectly well that Lohen shouldn't be judged solely on his… fighting style. Against all appearances, he was an excellent knight who always looked out for the safety of his companions and the people around him. "You could just be decent sometimes."

Lohen snorted and straightened up. He glanced at the star-filled sky for a moment — and even that long, it wasn't nearly as interesting as you. He turned his gaze back to you, but you didn't return his attention.

"No fun at all," he sighed, feeling the crushing boredom settle back into his bones. He really wasn't made for sitting in one place, let alone staying quiet. You had absolutely no idea how to keep him occupied enough to leave you in peace — until, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the gun at his belt, and suddenly an idea came to you.

A risky idea.

But a little entertainment never hurt anyone, right?

"Can I see your gun?" you asked, looking at him seriously.

Lohen perked up immediately, genuinely surprised by your question, before a thrilled smirk spread across his face. He reached for the weapon at once, twirling it casually the way he often did.

"Do you want to shoot me?" Lohen moved a little closer, placing the gun in your hands — and naturally used the opportunity to hold them for even just a moment. You were so focused on examining the weapon that you didn't even notice him gently rubbing your skin with his thumb, until you pulled your hands back to take a closer look at the pistol yourself. "I'd think carefully about that if I were you. To me, that's practically a marriage proposal, nightingale."

You didn't answer, too absorbed in your own thoughts as you popped the magazine out and spilled the rounds.

Not a single drop of romance in you, was there? He sighed.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" you asked, looking at him.

Lohen's eyes widened, and his heart beat a little faster.

The worst thing you could do to him was ask him that while holding his own gun. He swallowed, his eyes trembling with excitement and arousal.

"What kind of game?"

"Snezhnayan roulette," you answered calmly.

You stood up, and so did he — like an obedient little dog.

"This really is a marriage proposal."

"What?"

"I mean — Fuck, yes. I want to play," he laughed, a little too pleased with himself. "I just never expected that you would ever… suggest something like this."

You laughed, shaking your head.

It was true — this was probably out of character for you. You had always kept your distance from things like this, considering them utterly stupid and dangerous. But you did live in Nordkrai, didn't you? Sometimes everyone needed a little adrenaline in their life.

You tossed the round into the air, and Lohen's gaze locked onto it. A moment later you snapped it into the magazine, spun the cylinder, and leveled the gun at him.

Lohen's heart was pounding so uncontrollably fast at the sight that he could swear he was about to faint. Even in his own fantasies, it had never crossed his mind to imagine something so beautiful.

"I don't need to explain the rules, do I?" you asked, tossing him the gun. As you stepped back, he caught you with his free hand, pulling you by the waist and drawing you closer. You rolled your eyes, your hands instinctively pressing against his chest to push him away at least a little.

But Lohen was far stronger. You'd always known that. And maybe that's why it was foolish of you to openly display your distaste for him instead of pretending to be fond of him — you wouldn't want him as your enemy in any lifetime.

Slowly, he dragged the gun along your neck up to your temple. Completely sure of himself, he watched your reaction, then raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled as to why you still weren't trembling in his arms.

Although Lohen had fantasized about you countless times, he had just realized it had never occurred to him to imagine himself hurting you. Apart from sexual degradation and sadistic scenarios, he had never thought about seriously wounding you. While you could kick him, torture him, press your boot to his throat, or even run a knife through him — it was never mutual.

If he'd never desired your fear, why did he now feel disappointed that you weren't gazing up at him pleadingly, like a little doe caught by a cruel hunter?

Your eyes held only irritation, and your body — smaller and more delicate than his, especially within his arms — remained steady. He felt only your discomfort at the closeness between you. Nothing more.

His smile twisted back into a manic curl, and his eyes seemed to brighten.

"Hm. Since you proposed the game yourself, I should have expected you wouldn't fold immediately," he laughed — and, taking advantage of the brief distraction his sudden words caused, pressed the trigger while shifting the angle of the barrel so that in the worst case he'd startle you, not hit you.

Click.

Empty chamber. You yanked the gun from his hand and kicked him while he was focused on the shot. Lohen snickered, feeling warmth pool low in his abdomen, and crossed his arms.

"Your turn, pretty thing." He stepped closer — with that goddamn smile of his — close enough for the muzzle to touch his chest when you aimed at him.

That goddamn freak…

He didn't break eye contact for a single moment, staring at you as though you were the best thing that had ever happened to him. His fingers gently wrapped around yours at the trigger, encouraging you to fire — but the whole thing felt so frighteningly intimate that you couldn't move. Heat flooded through you and you swallowed heavily, yet you showed no sign of hesitation, only… a need to stay like this a little longer.

If Lohen weren't clearly deriving such enormous pleasure from the situation, you might have felt — just for a moment — as though you were the one in control. But of course he had no intention of allowing that. It was unnerving, the way Lohen could give the impression of being the hunter even when he was the one in danger.

"How long are you going to make me wait before you pull the trigger, nightingale?"

Click.

Empty chamber. Either you'd misheard, or something like a stifled groan had escaped Lohen's lips. You pressed the gun back into his hands and rolled your eyes.

"You're too impatient. Don't you know the whole point is the tension?" you replied, crossing your arms, while Lohen circled around you, laughing with delight as he caught you from behind with an arm around your shoulders.

You were starting to regret ever coming up with this idea, because so far Lohen was making effective use of your little game as an excuse to put his hands all over you. This time, instead of pushing him away, you stayed unmoved.

Lohen clearly didn't like that — using the barrel under your chin, he tilted your face toward his. You felt his breath against your cheek, which produced an odd tightening in your stomach. Another thing you absolutely couldn't stand about the vice-captain was that he was devastatingly attractive.

Unfortunately, he ruined it all the moment he opened his mouth.

"And what am I doing right now?" he replied, pressing the muzzle beneath your chin.

"But when I—"

Click.

Empty chamber, again. He'd interrupted you mid-sentence so you wouldn't notice him shifting the barrel. You didn't even flinch when he fired. Lohen raised an eyebrow, and just as he was about to say something, you snatched the gun from his hand and spun sharply to face him, his hands settling on your hips with the movement.

You grabbed him by the choker and pressed the muzzle to his temple. He licked his lips, visibly delighted by your rough initiative. It was exactly as he had always dreamed — without realizing it, you were losing your patience, your irritation no doubt deepened by the fact that this whole thing had been your idea to begin with.

You had never been this close, face to face. A faint flush bloomed on Lohen's cheeks as you stared him down with an intense, annoyed gaze. The expression on his face was almost blissful, wistful even.

"Nightingale—"

Click.

Empty chamber. You stepped back and handed him the gun, waiting for his turn.

That was the fourth of six. Not good. Maybe he really should have listened to your advice about building tension, because now that they were nearing the end, he assumed you'd give up any moment. He smiled with a quiet exhale, spinning the gun around his finger.

"Shall we play again after this?"

"We haven't even finished this round," you replied, rolling your eyes — but a smile tugged involuntarily at your lips. "Unless you're surrendering, Lohen?"

He shook his head and tapped the muzzle against his own temple before aiming at you from a distance. Throughout the whole game he'd tried to appear relaxed when his turn came, but every time he made absolutely sure he would never fire a bullet into you. Up close, that was significantly harder — which was exactly why he kept throwing you off balance, so you wouldn't notice him shifting the barrel's angle. And if he ever felt the familiar vibration of a real shot, that was why he kept his hands on you: to pull you safely against him.

You, however, were taking the game entirely seriously, aiming at him without mercy every time — and fuck — that was so unbearably hot that if he weren't trying to stay alert, he'd already have a very obvious problem in his trousers.

"No, sweetheart."

He aimed. From your perspective it might look like he was pointing straight at you — but as an experienced sharpshooter, he knew perfectly well he'd miss.

Click.

Empty chamber.

Lohen smiled. He tossed the gun back to you, expecting to hear you surrender any moment — and yet the corners of your mouth lifted. He furrowed his brow as you raised the pistol and aimed.

"Any last words, Lohen?" you threatened playfully, and he laughed.

"Death at your hands is a pleasure, my lady," he replied with equal theatricality, crossing his arms.

You pulled your hand back, and he clapped gleefully.

"I suppose that means I win, hm? Then as my prize I demand your—"

He didn't finish.

You turned the muzzle to your own temple, and the trigger gave way under your fingers.

Click—!

Lohen lunged at you and pinned you beneath him as you both went down to the ground. The gun hit the floor with a loud clang beside you as you stared up at him in shock.

"What the fuck?" he asked, looking at you in a way he never had before. You had long since memorized every expression of his — but this one you were seeing for the first time.

Over all these years you had come to know Lohen fairly well. You knew about his past, his mentor, his career as a traveler, his early days in the Knights of Favonius. You knew he had a weakness for poisons, that he was a battle maniac, that he loved testing his subordinates. You also knew that even though he had no close friends in your company, as a knight and a model vice-captain, he made sure they always came back in one piece — even at his own expense.

But through all of it he had never lost his edge; he was always spirited, carefree, forever craving the next rush of adrenaline. He loved when someone challenged him and didn't hold back around him — though few such people existed, and they usually ended up thoroughly beaten.

This time, Lohen looked pale. His breath seemed unsteady, and his eyes — for the first time — held none of that wild curiosity, none of that ecstasy at the approach of some unknown sensation.

You felt something prick at your chest and almost immediately regretted what you'd done. But you had to shake off the shock and quickly turn the situation around.

You reached for the gun. His face had already softened somewhat, so you smiled at him and pressed the muzzle to his lips, like a gentle kiss, before he could say a word.

Click.

The sixth chamber was empty.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

You burst out laughing. God — even though you genuinely felt a pang of guilt, his reaction made every bit of it worth it. You had finally gotten back at him. After all those years of his teasing, you'd returned the favor with interest.

"Remember how I tossed the round?" you asked, opening the magazine, then reaching into your pocket to produce the stray bullet. "You were so focused on it that you didn't notice when I caught it, I closed the magazine back up without loading it. That's the whole trick. A magician from Fontaine taught it to me years ago."

Lohen appeared to understand now. In his excitement, he'd lost enough of his edge not to notice the difference in the gun's weight. And every time suspicion flickered in him at your nonchalant behavior, you had redirected his attention just in time. You had played it perfectly. He let out an amused snort, feeling his heart race all over again — because fuck, that had been extraordinary. You'd played him, frightened him half to death, and had the audacity to laugh at him on top of it all. You were perfect.

Which didn't change the fact that he had absolutely no intention of letting you get away with it.

"Clever, nightingale," he smiled broadly, taking the gun from you. He straightened up and settled himself comfortably across your hips, reaching into his pocket. You looked at him with sudden unease. "You really had me fooled."

To your dismay, Lohen produced a round and loaded it without hesitation. You immediately pressed your hands to his thighs to push him off, but he caught your wrists in one hand and pinned them to the ground, leaning over you.

Oh, fuck.

"Allow me to return the favor," he said, dragging the gun along your chest and up to your lips — which reminded you that just moments ago you had pressed the same muzzle to his. He knew it too, drawing a quiet, strange pleasure from that indirect contact, while privately wishing it were the other way around. "Now I'd like to have a little fun with you."

[kurumayu]

[gnabnahcgi]

Edit: please refrain from reblogging this post so much ,, yall are cool dont shut up this was just a shitpost ( ´-｀)

[neilnevins-deactivated20240617]

Bugs Bunny could singlehandedly defeat Thanos by dressing up as a TSA agent and setting up a metal detector in the middle of the battlefield saying that all metal objects must be removed if you want to pass on through now stick around for my 2,000 word essay on just how effectively he would convince The Mad Titan to comply

[neilnevins-deactivated20240617]

“For shame, doc! Dontcha know we got other folks waiting?”

(Thanos looks behind him and sees dozens of Bugs Bunnies dressed as angry yelling travelers with huge bags of luggage. Thanos rubs his neck guiltily and begins sliding off the gauntlet)

[vampiricyoshi]

I felt compelled

[ndiecity-deactivated20241101]

Nobody expected you to draw T. Hanos himself in the Looney Tunes artstyle but you absolutely fucking delivered

[northshorewave]

Came a mere ten inches from being hit in the head by a falling crabapple this morning.

[elancholia]

Glad you avoided it. If you get hit in the head by a crabapple, you develop a theory of why things fall down, but it's one of the shitty pre-Newtonian ones, like that the earth is flat plane accelerating though space at 10 meters per second per second.

[northshorewave]

So logically then if I was hit by a durian or a coconut I could have invented faster-than-light travel. Alas.

[elancholia]

Yep. That's actually why people see stars when they get hit in the head really hard. Sadly, the effect is short-lived.

[spreadassholesdotorg]

[decompose1]

INTERSEX IS NOT:

- species that all have the same or both genitalia

- species/characters that can change their genitals to be whatever they want at will

- species/characters that change their genitals situationally

- aliens that can reproduce asexually or with anyone from the same species

INTERSEX IS:

- a person/animal/organism/character that is part of a species with two or more distinct sexes (at least within the social constructs of the species), who exists between these binaries (mixed, ambiguous, lacking, or incomplete genitalia, hormone differences, chromosome differences, or differences in/mixed sexual characteristics)

PLEASE for the love of g-d stop calling your alien species that has both genitals or a uniform set of genitals across the species ""intersex"". intersex people are tired of seeing this. it does not accurately describe intersexness at all. you can use the terms "monogenital" (for all members of the species having the same uniform genitalia) or "bigenital" (for all members of the species having both genitals)

[nekonaps0]

Pretty girl

✦Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech

✦Bi!Fem!Reader

✦A potions accident had turned them into a woman for the next 24 hours.

Azul Ashengrotto

The twins had warned you with matching mischievous grins, a potions accident had turned Azul into a woman for the next 24 hours. You wasted no time heading straight to his room.

“Azul, please let me in!” you called gently through the door.

“I look ridiculous!” came his voice from the other side, still unmistakably his, but lighter and softer. “You’re just going to laugh at me. I won’t be leaving this room until the potion wears off.”

“Azul, I would never make fun of you. Please?”

After several long minutes of gentle coaxing, the door finally cracked open.

Your brain short circuited.

Azul stood there, arms crossed defensively. Long, silky hair framed a stunning face, full lips, rosy cheeks, long lashes framing those familiar sharp eyes. He looked beautiful.

Lord have mercy.

“…See? I look like a joke!” he muttered, cheeks already turning pink.

You stepped inside, closed the door, and cupped his face with both hands. “You’re dumb if you think that. You look just as breathtaking as you always do. But with a feminine touch.”

Azul’s entire face flushed crimson. The sight of him blushing so prettily as a girl was dangerously adorable. “S-Stop saying such things…” he stammered, trying to look away, but you held his cheeks firmly.

You couldn’t help yourself. You started kissing him, soft little pecks all over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally his lips. Each kiss made him more flustered, his new feminine voice letting out tiny embarrassed sounds that were unfairly cute.

“You’re going to kill me…” he whispered, hiding his burning face against your shoulder. Azul made a mortified little noise but didn’t pull away.

Jade Leech

Jade seemed remarkably unbothered by the transformation. You found him in his room, standing in front of the mirror and admiring his new form. The potion had given him long, flowing hair and a tall, elegant model like figure. He still moved with that same graceful, slightly dangerous for your poor heart.

You were sitting on his bed, staring. Jade caught your gaze in the mirror reflection and turned around with a knowing smile. “Do you find this form attractive?” he asked, voice still smooth but noticeably higher.

You nodded, a faint blush creeping up your neck. “Of course I do. You’re my boyfriend… or girlfriend right now? It’s a little confusing, but yes. Very attractive.”

Jade grin widened as he walked closer. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look directly at him. Your blush deepened. “You’re enjoying this accident quite a bit more than expected.” he teased, voice low and playful.

Your brain went into full gay panic.

“You’re pretty, okay?! It’s not my fault!”

Jade chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a light, teasing kiss to the corner of your lips before pulling back just as quickly.

“This little accident has taken a rather interesting turn I must say.” he murmured, eyes glittering with mischief. “I believe I’m going to enjoy seeing how you react to me like this.”

You were absolutely cooked.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was a chaotic mix of annoyed and intrigued by his new body. He kept poking at his own chest and complaining about the “extra weight” while also admiring his hips in the mirror.

You were trying to help him adjust his uniform when he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He looked down at you with that signature sharp grin, now on a strikingly pretty face.

“You like girls too, right~?” he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

You nodded, heart racing. “Yes…?”

His smile stretched wide. “Then it’s your lucky day, Shrimpy.”

You sighed “Floyd, don’t mess around…”

He whined, and the sound coming from his new girly voice was weirdly hot. “Come on~ We gotta make the most of it while it lasts!”

Before you could protest further, he cupped the back of your neck, and kissed you hard. One hand stayed on your waist while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you flush against his new curves.

When he finally pulled back, he was ready to tease you more, until he noticed your bright red face and the nosebleed dripping down.

“Eh~? Shrimpy’s nose is bleeding!” He laughed loudly, delighted. “You’re so cute when you get overwhelmed. This is gonna be so much fun~”

He didn’t let you go, still grinning like a shark who’d found new prey.

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I'd love to see how twisted yuriland behaved twords a ma🤮n being persistent with their hyper feminine female partner 🤔 happens too often.. a guy I dated refused to accept that a friend of a friend was a lesbian and kept wanting to be with them, so annoying

how to deal with persistent men (overblot girls x reader )

summary ; how the girls deal with unsavoury and pushy suitors that want you no matter what you say!! hyper-feminine reader

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riddle rosehearts

riddle knew that she would have to accept the fact that some men are delusional enough to have their chance with you, yet some men still surprise her with their delusions... the fact that her arm is linked with yours and your repeated refusal towards this man's advances should've been enough? still, the man persists, wafting his phone in the air, trying to convince you to go back home with him..  "come on, you with a woman? stop trying to make excuses and just come back with me already.. i can show you how a real man acts.." licking his lips as he checks you out, ignorant to your discomfort with his provocative suggestions. riddle let out a scoff at the man's oblivious nature to the both of you, rage building up within her at the audacity this stranger has! offering a much needed lecture towards the man's behaviour, pointing out how awful his manners are, and to relearn how to accept that a person might not be interested in him, or men in general! you would have to drag riddle away at some point, to calm her nerves and offer much needed gratitude towards her for saving you! this includes a lot of kisses, vice versa.

leona kingscholar

leona didn't expect to deal with someone hitting on you, your relationship was open to the public, the most she had to deal with were the stares directed at you two whenever you went out. if someone were to actually dare themselves and come up to you, she trusts you enough to handle the situation yourself. after all you're quite the pretty lady so this sort of thing must be common for you. yet this person.. no man.. seems to persist, dragging on his propositions towards you as you grew increasingly uncomfortable with his words. that was a sign for leona to lean in and have a little talk for him. "come on, just break up with her isn't manly enough for you! you deserve to have something real!" with a few cutting remarks about how pathetic he seems paired with a cold stare, the man suddenly feels like prey in a lion hunt. backing away unless leona uses her royal privileges to make sure he really regrets demeaning the second princess. after he leaves, she acts indifferent towards what happened yet her arm seems to be locked tight around your waist, daring anybody else to pry you off from her.

azul ashengrotto

azul is used to dissuading customers from making the wrong choices, and she treats this interaction exactly like that! choosing to hit on her partner and make her uncomfortable due to your many advances... it's the worst decision any man will make!  she just left you alone for a while to fix up her makeup and she's greeted with the most obnoxious man trying to terribly charm her partner, it's a terrible sight and gnaws at the many insecurities within her. "what's a cutie like you doing all by yourself? want me to walk you back and tuck you in bed..." she's had enough of his behaviour, walking straight up to you, taking your hand gently and outright telling the man that you are fortunately taken and very much not interested in his provocations! azul will verbally dismantle the man's confidence if he continues on, going after everything she can with a smile on her face that doesn't reach her eyes. the passive-aggressiveness at his ignorance is not hidden in her words at all. she can be very possessive of many things in her life and it shows in this interaction, hand in hand as she clings up to your figure, a blatant show of affection she wouldn't usually perform in public but if she needs to show off that you're taken? then so be it.

jamil viper

jamil was used to the attention being off from her, a curious glance here and there but that was it. now she is used to more stares due to you, yet she's still the one holding your hand so the stares are easier to deal with, and her growing ego being your girlfriend. after always being on the look out for kalim she notices how uncomfortable you are immediately, already making a plan in her head to get you away from that man and by her side, as safe as possible. "why you lookin' away from me for.. are you shy sweetheart?" cue jamil swiftly inserting herself between you and the man..a quick 'what do you want from my partner?' from her lips to dissuade the man's advances. yet man will persist and advance. jamil's patience was already growing short, having to deal with ignorant people on a daily basis was something she was used to.. but a man trying to take you away from her? they can try but she won't budge from being yours, vice versa. her main goal is to avoid a scene, to not make you anymore nervous and get you out of here. so she uses her ultimate advantage, her unique magic. commanding the man to leave you alone, and probably make a fool of himself somewhere else. she's smug for the next few hours, quietly enjoying her time with you again.

vil schoenheit

vil expects people to behave accordingly in public, expecting a few glances here and there but to go straight up to you and persist for your time and affections, apparently not everybody got the memo... she stands beside you, offended by the constant yapping of this man, the bold rejection in your tone becoming exhausted with each 'no' you give to the man. yet just like a fly he won't seem to just give up on annoying you with bis presence. "won't you atleast give me a chance? i'm a nice guy, you'll really see it if you just let me take you out." vil places her hand against your shoulder, you understanding the silent message of 'let her speak'.  she'll make him regret even uttering to speak in your presence. she begins to dismantle the man's entire confidence, his flaws, etiquette.. he stays silent throughout the whole critique, walking away in shame once she finishes. she spends the rest of the day with you close to her, later in the privacy of her room, you cuddle up to her as she rants about 'the nerve of some people these days!'.

idia shroud

idia wasn't prepared to deal with people, in any sort of context, specifically the occasion where someone is using low level one liners to hit on you! the only social cues she had in this type of situation were otome games, but usually she only had two options to pick to try and resolve the situation, not do it herself! this has never happened to idia before, though she guesses it happens to you alot, with the strained face you were pulling as you slowly edge away from the man. "c'mon don't look so nervous, i don't bite.. but i'll make an exception for you!" her brain took several seconds to process the scene. a random npc that was standing too close, trying to talk to you with cringe pick up lines. oh this side quest sucks. before you could reject him again, idia awkwardly shuffled over. a hand coming up to hold onto yours, as she inches your figure close to her. her other hand shakily coming upwards to point at the man, then a quick finger shake between the both, a signal that should read 'we're an item, you're not wanted'. the awkwardness in the space was.. too much for the man that he just left, sensing no hope with getting your number or fixing the tension created. idia let out a big sigh of relief, shoving her face into your shoulder, a small 'W' being muttered, the edges of her hair blending into a pink.

malleus draconia

malleus was unfamiliar with people openly pursuing you, after all you were known as her partner by many, many people, due to her quite literally introducing you as hers every time. and yet, despite all this, someone still had the guts to approach you, nevermind malleus' imposing figure ahead, it was ...you that this man wanted. "hey there baby, how about you come back home with me!" returning to witness this scene was not pleasant for her, observing how rather close the man was standing by you, far closer than necessary.. cue a tremble of thunder in the clouds overhead as she pops up behind you, a gentle smile on her face directed towards you, switching to a striking glare to the man, a warning to stay away and a mercy so he knows better than to risk his life than anger a dragon.  malleus questioned the man's intentions towards you, it seeming innocent enough though the atmosphere was not. she took the pause in the man's action to slide her hand into yours, squeezing tightly, her rage being comforted by the fact she wouldn't want you to witness her most feared self.  the man took this distraction from her stare to quickly walk away, malleus being more than satisfied with this outcome, turning to face you and continuing on with your trek like nothing happened. though her hand remained around yours the entire time now, never wandering off, or letting you go.

a/n ; yuriland is starting off strong!! thank you so much for requesting<33 i feel like alot of sapphics have 2 deal with men just being rude or not realising sapphics exist and are not curated to their pleasures..i hope you enjoy what ive written anon!!!

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