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MORE ON THE WAYYJASKJ im not stopping anytime soon

[idontknowwhattorighthere]

Among us series smut fic under cut, minors dni!!!

White x reader, crack treated seriously, PWP, size difference (human anatomy x among us anatomy), micro penis fic where white tries to impress you with his two inches of charisma while you protect his ego and give the smuggest blowjob that’s ever been given.

No gendered terms used for reader but reader does have a mentioned penis.

1,415 words

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“I’ve decided that it’s that kind of evening, you’re welcome”

White strides into the communications room, talking in no particular direction with the confidence of a man who’s ignoring the fact that he’s done this in many other rooms on the Skeld, looking for you, sighing with practiced nonchalance as he tries not to be too smug when he sees you.

“You’ve done what now?” You reply with a slightly suspicious look, leaning back away from a download task to land your eyes on white.

“Oh you know what I’m talking about” white rocks heel to toe playfully, which is hard not to smile at.

“Right now? Im in the middle of a task”

“Tasks can wait, I can’t. what’s more important to you?”

White walks forward, his hands floating towards the wall to mimic how you act when you’re leaning on something.

You sigh intentionally dramatically and stride towards white, dwarfing him as you get closer before squatting down and leaning your face close to his visor. So close your breath fogs up the glass.

“You’re right, let me get my priorities straight”

Your hand moves forward, besides whites “head”, and punches in a code to close and lock the door behind him.

White jumps a little at the sound, seeming like he wasn’t expecting to get this far that quickly, feeling domination of the situation slip from his hands which he quickly tries to hold on to by clearing his throat and saying

"Better. Now. Prepare yourself"

You smile knowingly at him, staying crouched before teasingly saying

“Right, and what am I exactly preparing myself for?”

"For..." white paused, clearly not scripted this far "For my penis"

The statement landed in the room like a confident pebble dropping into a still pond.

"Your penis" You repeat back

"Correct, it's impressive"

"I'm sure it is"

"You don't sound sure, you sound like you're using a polite voice and I know the polite voice, my staff use it constantly" White's hands moves down to the lower edge of his polo shirt, "Prepare to be astounded!"

You continue to wait, staring at white like you’re challenging him.

White, being a crewmate, did not wear pants, his lower half was simply a continuation of his round body, terminating in two stubby legs and, somewhere in the general pelvic region, the polo shirt rode up as whites hands moved down to rub a slit hidden between his legs.

And there it was, snaking out of the new opening.

You looked at it

It was... small

Objectively small

A tiny protrusion, pale and smooth like the rest of whites body, currently soft and measuring a little over two inches.

It was about the size of your thumb.

"Well?" White prompted

"Wow" you say

"Wow?" White repeats back

"Wow."

White's visor brightened by at least eight levels “I know right? It's a lot to take in”

"It really is"

"Most crewmates are smaller, I’m an outlier, a statistical anomaly!" White stated proudly

"I can see that" You reply, holding back a smirk and vowing to not mention the fact that you have your own 7 inches in your pants.

At least, not tonight.

“I’m impressed” you compliment, it only being a half lie since you’re not talking about his size, but his confidence.

“I know” white responds confidently, his hand floating down to grip his length, showing it off “just wait until you see me when I’m hard, you might need a structural engineer for your throat after this”

You let out a small exhale laugh at whites flirt, holding back an eye roll before standing up to your full hight again, walking towards the chair to the comms computer, spinning it around and presenting to to white.

“Sit. Unless you want me laying down on the dirty floor for this”

Whites visor gleams in seemingly pride as he walks over to the chair, hopping on it and sitting down as you get on your knees infront of him.

"Okay" White said, stroking himself until he grows to approximately 2.7 inches and rising “You may begin"

You roll your eyes before leaning forward, taking white penis into your hand, being able to hide the whole thing with one palm, and leaning forward to lick a stripe up his cock.

Whites hand finds its way to your hair as you start.

You tried to make it good, trying to show off your party tricks in your tongue, you have skills in this, but there was only so much technique one could apply to something that barely reached the back of their tongue.

However, white was having the time of his life.

"You're- ah- you're taking it so well" White managed, trying not to sound too desperate so quickly "Most people struggle- ngh- with the size. But you're a natural-."

You hum in agreement around his cock, sending shivers down whites bone.

"I knew you could handle it, I could tell. You've got- got a talented mouth, very accommodating, must be- ah~ must be all that human stuff"

You made another sound, this one a suppressed laugh, you disguised it as enthusiasm.

"Don't stop. I'm- I'm close. Obviously because you're doing such a good job, not because it's- quick or anything. I have stamina, this is just... exceptional circumstances"

You, who has been sucking for approximately forty-five seconds, redoubled your efforts.

White came with a full body shudder that traveled through his single bone and out his floating hands, which clenched in your hair.

The sound he made was somewhere between a gasp and the noise of a satisfied tea kettle.

"There," he breathed “yes there… That's... that was...” white sighed before proudly announcing “I timed that perfectly"

You pulled back and swallowed.

There had been very little to swallow, but you don’t mention as white enjoys his afterglow.

"You were incredible" you say, and meant it in a way which would probably offend white but he doesn’t have to know that.

"I know"

White's hands release in your hair, drifting down to pat your cheeks with postcoital affection.

"You were also... acceptable. More than acceptable mayhaps, you've got potential"

“Thank you”

Whites hands move to guide his penis back into his hidden slit, feeling satisfied as he makes smug small talk "I can tell you've had a good teacher"

"Absolutely, the best"

You leaned back and started to get back on your feet, dusting off your knees, before suddenly whites hands are reaching for you.

“buh-buh-buh-bup” white shushes you playfully as he tries to hold on to your hands to keep you from going back to your task "You turn now"

Your stomach drops “My turn?"

"Fair's fair, I'm a generous lover. Show me what you've got"

"I don't think-"

"Don't be shy. I just shared my impressive endowment with you, it's only polite you share yours, even if it's..." White's hands made a dismissive gesture "...probably smaller. statistically. don't feel bad about it, I'm an outlier, as mentioned"

You, who is packing 7 inches of humanly divine genitalia beneath your Mira branded uniform, did the only thing you could do to cushion whites pride.

“Actually, our anatomy difference is so intense, I honestly think my human body would handle it better if we just focused on you tonight” You lied, hoping white just takes it as a compliment and moves on.

“You have an no penis!?” White accused. Your hopes were not answered.

“No- white-“ you try to correct.

"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard" white puts his hand on his chest, as if he was clutching his heart in pity.

“White I do-“

"You're penisless, and I just made you use your mouth on my massive one… that must have been... really intimidating for you"

“White I have a penis!!”

“Oh” white says, seeming shocked before seeming to realise something “ooooh, you’re embarrassed about it, got ya” he nods to his own conclusion, acting like he’s cracked the code.

You just look at him, not saying a word, and slowly decide that he’ll stop pushing if you just agree.

You simply nod then add on “I’ve gotta transport these downloads, wanna come or?”

“No after care?” White accuses with puppy eyes. You sigh.

“My apologise, your highness” you say before walking towards the chair and lifting white so you can sit down and put him on your lap.

You both cuddle while you do one of whites tasks for him from the chair, and that was that.

[mikey180]

Hello long time no see ~ How have you been?

Do you accept dark requests? If so can I have headcanons of Khun eduan, Slayer White and Lo po bia yasratcha where they are extremely possessive and jealous over their lovers?

I do. Sorry for the long wait~

Khun eduan, slayer white, lo po bia Yasratcha

Type- dark headcanons

Flavor- angst? Fluff? Depends on what you like

Khun eduan-

Makes sure to voice everything he likes about you and how much he loves you all the time, you never hear the end of it

Is the kind to hurt you if you want to try and get away from his possessiveness, but does want to. He claims he doesn't want to mark your pretty skin like that

Feeds you by hand, I don't know why, he just likes to pamper you like that

Since we're talking about being pampered, he'll get you literally anything you ask for, man never has to worry about running out of money

Is very touchy with you, in front of people and behind closed doors, arms always around you waist

Has a death grip on you when you two are sleeping, you'll have to wake him up if you want to use the bathroom

Wants to know where you are 24/7

Has a thing with your hair, running his fingers through it constantly, giving small tugs id you aren't listening to him talk

And he will talk your ear off and get annoyed if you don't listen to his rants

Won't drop his other women for you (probably), but will ignore them for you

Slayer White-

Also touchy, but in a gentler way. Tracing his fingers over your spin, coiling your hair around one of his fingers, gently pressing his face to yours, stuff like that

Enjoys making you shiver or annoying you by making sure you can feel his breath on you, on your ear, on the back of your neck, even in your ear sometimes if he really wants to mess with you

Likes to sew little hearts on your clothes...I don't know why, but I have a feeling this man can cross stitch or crochet like a boss

Also hugs you from behind, but in a more fleeting sense. A soft wrap around your waist before he gently lets go and makes sure you can feel his hand as it leaves, tracing across your stomach and coming off your side

Wants you to want his touch, the main reason for the fleeting gestures are all for you to pull him back and if you ignore them, he will get irritated

Will hurt you without remorse, but it takes very specific things to make him snap. Maybe you'll get an apology if you cry, but he couldn't care less about your bruises

Likes to cuddle you at night as well, probably a big spoon that brushes through your hair while you sleep

Yasratcha-

Will lick you like a cat, many many things like a cat...I can't even

Will rub up against you, hug you, cuddle with you while he's sweating just to mark you with his "scent" even if you don't like the stickiness

Hisses at people, hisses at everyone

He will hold you in front of people, harshly. You're talking to someone else? Get ready to lose your breath when he yanks you to him with an arm around your rib cage

Has probably hit himself in the mouth with your head by doing that a few times, acts as if it doesn't hurt, it did...check on him.

Yanks you...by the hand, by the waist, by your clothes, low-key strangles you sometimes by grabbing the back of your collar

Whether that's an accident or not is up to you

Doesn't want to hurt you, would rather play mind games to get you to stay

Will cuddle up with you like a cat, expect to be spooned in the shape of a tight C

Purrs...all cat men pur, change my mind

Enjoys dressing you up and doing your hair along with taking baths with you, making sure you get every inch of your scalp when you wash your hair

[jennxzzx]

Headcanons:

Khun A.A, Bam, Blanco y Ha Jisung como pareja!

Khun Aguero Agnis

* Este hombre sería jodidamente leal. No sería capaz de hacerte daño intencionalmente. Se aseguraría de que estés a salvo en todo momento haciendo que, con su ingenio, siempre estés un paso adelante del peligro.

* Aunque su manera de actuar mostraría una faceta “fría”, él te ama con todo su corazón, solo que prioriza la lógica sobre las emociones en muchas situaciones.

* Por lo tanto sería reservado en cuanto afecto físico en público, pero créeme que cuando estén a puerta cerrada va a derramar todo su amor en ti.

* Debido a traiciones y experiencias en el pasado, Khun puede ser bastante posesivo y desconfiado, llevando a ser celoso con cualquier extraño que te hable.

* A pesar de sus defectos, cuando Khun se compromete con alguien, lo hace por completo. Sería un apoyo incondicional en los momentos difíciles y siempre estaría ahí para ti.

* En resumen, Khun sería completamente devoto, muy complejo pero te ama más que a si mismo y daría la vida por ti.

Vigésimo quinto Bam

* Bam está dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa por las personas que ama y como pareja sería extremadamente protector. Es decir, este tipo tiene cientos de enemigos en la torre, te cuidaría como una muñeca de porcelana y rezo por quien te toque un pelo porque este hombre lo destruirá sin dudar.

* Bam es muy empatico y entiende las emociones de los demás, él sería una persona que se preocupa genuinamente por tus sentimientos y siempre te pondría delante de todo y todos.

* Bam tiene una lealtad inquebrantable con sus amigos y mucho más contigo, su pareja. Es un novio fiel y te aseguro que no tendrás que preocuparte por dudar de su amor y devoción.

* Bam valora la confianza mutua, ya que para él una relación sólida se basa en la confianza y el respeto.

* Bam mantiene cierta inocencia y pureza en su corazón, lo que lo hace único en un millón. Tiene un corazón de oro que lo hace una pareja ideal teniendo una visión positiva sobre el amor y la vida.

Blanco

* Si Blanco fuera tu pareja… rezo por ti.

* Blanco es alguien obsesionado con el poder y el control.. con eso ya te digo todo. Como novio, necesita controlarte de alguna manera, ya sea con quien sales, con quien hablas, a quien miras.

* Blanco es, en efecto, una persona egoísta, pondría sus metas y deseos por delante de las suyas.

* Luego de todo esto, si Blanco REALMENTE quiere estar contigo más allá de la manipulación y posesividad, eres importante.

* El no sabría cómo demostrar amor, ya que nunca antes lo recibió así que tenle paciencia porque él no va a dejarte ir.

* Este hombre posee un carisma innegable. Su apariencia y forma de hablar pueden ser muy seductoras, pero es un arma de doble filo porque el podría usar este carisma para manipular a su compañero, haciéndolo sentir especial pero al mismo tiempo atrapado en una red de dependencia emocional.

* Si alguien lograra romper las barreras de su oscura naturaleza, podría despertar algo humano en él. Sin embargo, esta redención sería extremadamente difícil de alcanzar y probablemente sólo sucedería después de un largo proceso de confrontación con sus propios demonios.

Ha Jisung

* Jisung como pareja, sería profundamente devoto, dispuesto a sacrificar todo para protegerte.

* Serías la figura materna de Bam, claramente.

* Jisung adoptaría un rol protector en la relación y estaría siempre alerta para cuidarte.

* Es un consejero sabio luego de sus años de vida y experiencia.

* Jisung tiene un fuerte sentido del respeto y la empatía. Entiende la importancia de la comunicación entre iguales.

* Jisung ha pasado por mucho en su pasado por lo que esto podría hacer que sea un poco reservado y melancólico en momentos. Tendrías que ser paciente y hacerle saber que estás ahí para el.

* Jinsung no busca conflictos sin razón. Sin embargo, cuando su pareja o seres queridos están en peligro, se convierte en un protector feroz y dispuesto a todo para garantizar su seguridad.

* A pesar de sus propias heridas, siempre se esforzaría por ser una roca para su pareja, ofreciendo un hombro en el que apoyarse y una mano que sostener en los momentos difíciles.

[inviberu]

everlasting vows

Faced by the question and decision of swearing their devotion and love to you, what do they do? A promise that will bind them to you for eternity... Are they willing to go to such lengths for you?

Characters: Everyone (with the exception of riquet and mitile)

Note: I tried making everyone cute to the best of my abilities but some kind of just... slipped. Happy June Bride!

— Oz!

Oz pauses for a moment. He doesn't know what to say. He almost doesn't want to say anything in the moment after letting the thought sink into his mind. He was the most powerful wizard in the world—he already has enough weaknesses as it is with his injury and his love for Arthur but he already knew that you were one of them the moment he realised how helpless he was when it came to you. Asking him to promise you his unwavering loyalty and love was akin to making yourself a target for all his enemies to pounce on just to get a hold over him. He doesn't doubt his feelings for you. He knows that he'll be able to love you till the end of time and beyond but he wanted to make sure: are you certain? You kiss his doubts away gently and that's all he needed.

"Very well. If that is what you wish… I am yours for all eternity."

— Arthur!

He doesn't hesitate. Arthur treated you like his whole world; you were the most important thing to him and having him promise you such a thing brought him immense joy that it almost brings him to tears as he grasps your hands lovingly under the moonlight. He ran his thumb across the back of your palm gently and looked at you with a gaze so soft you could hardly believe that someone could love you this much. There was no one else present in this moment but you in his eyes as he lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your fingers.

"You don't need to ask. My heart has always been ready to love you forevermore."

— Cain!

He's surprised but his expression quickly broke into a huge smile. Sometimes, Cain acted as if he was human, forgetting that his words—his promises—held so much weight behind them. You thought this was one of those instances but Cain merely shook his head and gave you his reassurance. Human, wizard, unicorn, or whatever entity he might be—it doesn't matter to him. In every universe he's in with you, with every version of himself that might exist out there, he'll always take your hand and vow to you. Like a knight swearing that he's hopelessly devoted to you for life.

"I'll protect you. I promise this—I will never leave your side."

— Snow!

He didn't think you were serious the first time you asked him. He was sure you were doing it in the spur of the moment and got carried away by shallow desires that brought sadness to him when all he felt was pure unaltered love and desire to be by your side. He loved you, yes, but if you were asking him with even just a little smidge of doubt—he'll turn you away. He wanted you to be certain. Snow always liked living in certainty; for things to remain constant once he's committed. He doesn't bode well with change and if there's just a small part of you that doubted him, he gets scared. He doesn't want things with you to end terribly. He already experienced far too much grief and pain that change brought to him.

"I'll wait for you. Be it a hundred years or another thousand—I want to see that your feelings for me will not change. But know that I hold you closer to my heart than anyone else… That is the reason why I want to be certain. I do not wish for an unhappy ending for both of us."

— White!

He's overjoyed but it was difficult to miss the hint of bitterness in his expression and tone when he replies to you. He wants to—so badly; so desperately to the point that he felt his heart ache despite being dead. He's driven by his emotions but the weight of reality is heavy on his shoulders and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He is not the same man he once was. He felt like he's merely a shadow of himself. A fragment of himself that he can't even tell if it's truly him or not. He wants to—He can. But, are you prepared to accept him for everything he is as he stands? Even if this form of his is fleeting? If you are, then he'll take your hand and never let you go.

"If you're willing to have me for all that I am… I will respond to your feelings with much more fervour. Truly, I love you. I promise you nothing but my heart to be yours."

— Mithra!

Promises; Mithra knew not to make them. He thinks it's troublesome—an unnecessary risk and a waste of time. However, when you asked him, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the equivalent of what marriage was to Tiletta when she was alive. A promise to love someone forevermore… His feelings are not one to waver. His feelings aren't fickle. They were stubborn just as he is and he couldn't help but think to himself that maybe promising himself to you wasn't as bad as it sounds. However, he wanted to make sure that you'd do the same for him. He doesn't want to love so passionately and be responded to by a lukewarm romance. He'd take it if he was desperate but he wants—Northern wizards when they want are terrifying.

"Your unwavering devotion and love. I want it. It's only fair if you promise me that too."

— Owen!

He wanted to dodge the question and disappear into mist but his body couldn't move and he couldn't bring himself to bark out another insult or a snarky comment to mock you. It was a futile question but you asked him anyway, you knew that he would always turn away and try to deny himself of his feelings to protect himself from such a vulnerability. But seeing him hesitate this much made your breath hitch because that proved that there was a part of him that was considering it—that there was a part of him that wanted to swear his love to you, even if it's small. He thought for another minute and that's when it hit him. Why not bind you to himself instead? He wouldn't feel as vulnerable and your desire to be together for eternity will be fulfilled.

"What made you think I'd let myself be chained to you? Let's put it like this… Why don't I put a chain around your neck and bind you to me instead? Come on, promise me."

— Bradley!

He sputtered out incoherent noises for a moment and tried to make sure his ears weren't betraying him. The thought never occurred to him and thinking about it now was something he never thought he would do. Promising his eternal love for someone was heavy—far too heavy for someone like him who liked the feeling of being free. Though it wasn't like he wasn't considering it. He loved you. Dearly. Passionately. Desperately. But a promise can be lethal to a wizard and he's reckless—what if he messes up? What if they take you to have something to hold over his head? What if he puts you in danger? What if he loses his magic and both of you end up getting killed? He doesn't know. He doesn't wanna know. He gives you a ring wordlessly as he slips it into your finger. He'll do this much.

"This ain't what yer probably expectin' but… Take it. I don't want ya to feel like I'm just half-assin' my feelings for ya."

— Faust!

Faust freezes and for a moment he allows himself to hope; to dream of a future with you by his side. He stopped himself and brought himself back to reality and looked at you with a difficult expression. He wanted to but a part of him was afraid—coming to terms with his feelings for you was already difficult as it is but admitting that he wants to believe in something he feels like is out of his reach is something that makes him take a step back. His love was pure but uncertainty was something that stayed in his heart from years before.

"Please… Don't ask me such a difficult question next time. I cannot give you the answer I want to say."

— Nero!

It takes him a moment to process everything but once he did, he covered his face with his hands to try and cover the huge smile that took over his face. He was beyond happy—someone wanted to spend the rest of their life with him? The words may not be exact but he took them as words akin to a marriage proposal and all of a sudden he's left fantasising about what could be. A future with you… It doesn't sound so bad (he's ecstatic). He manages to face you with a calmer expression and gives you a smile.

"If you'll have me, I'd be glad to stay by your side. I'll stay for as long as you want me to—Actually, no, scratch that. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life."

— Heathcliff!

His first reaction was his embarrassment telling him to run away but the sincere look in your eyes made him stay in place as he looked at you with an expression just as sincere as yours. He didn't want to respond to your feelings and questions half-heartedly—he didn't want to hurt you. Though how could he ever hurt you when his heart was already set on loving you for the rest of his life? It was difficult for him to say his answer but with the way he took your hand and placed it on his chest, just over where his heart was, you already knew his answer without another word from his lips.

"Of course… I can no longer see myself not being by your side. I love you—that's a promise."

— Shino!

It didn't occur to him that it was a question you have to ask him. In his mind, it was already set to default. He didn't think that there was any need to ask. When he fell in love with you and when you accepted his heart, he already knew that he was bound to you for life. His love and devotion is yours for all time; his blade will have another purpose—to protect you. He just looked at you blankly and raised an eyebrow. All of a sudden the serious atmosphere between the two of you broke when he tilted his head.

"I thought that was already a given, though? No? Well, I'll say it for you if you want me to. My love, loyalty, and devotion… It's all yours forever."

— Shylock!

Shylock was no stranger to indulging selfish requests from all people but there was always a clear line he wouldn't cross unless it was for certain people. He yearned with all of his heart—desperately and passionately. Asking him such a question was akin to asking him to walk straight into his doom. He knew that promising himself to you for all eternity will bring him immense happiness; he'll get addicted. It was as if he was tasting the finest wine he's ever had for the first time. How will he bear to let you go if those unspoken promises finally come to fruition? He'll never let you go. Not even after death.

"Fufu… After hearing such a passionate declaration of love for me, how could I bring myself to refuse you? Prepare yourself—I won't hold back any longer."

— Murr!

His expression didn't change in the slightest. Or perhaps it did, a very miniscule one that escaped your eye. Murr was a mystery no one could solve; he was a constant unpredictable variable. Every word he said to you, every touch he left on your skin, and every kiss he gave you—they were all mysteries. Even his answer to your question was a mystery. Not because he gave you a confusing response as usual but because he was silent. He didn't say anything and just continued smiling at you. For a split moment, you don't know if his eyes were downcast or it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.

"Really, really? You want me? Haha! Maybe that's a love that isn't so fruitless~!"

— Rustica!

Devoted; Rustica was a man full of undying love and devotion. He searched for his missing brides for years without any qualms. There might be a few hiccups here and there but it was undeniable that when Rustica loves, he loves wholeheartedly. Loving you was like a melody he couldn't get enough of—everything he does seems to remind him of you and he thinks to himself: so this is what it feels like to be in love with you.

"I can already hear the bells ringing for both of us. It's a precious melody meant for us… Love suits us well, doesn't it?"

— Chloe!

Chloe wasn't fully aware of the heavy weight of a promise is to a wizard. But his love is pure and he loved innocently, all he knew is how he wanted to be with you and nothing else. And that was enough reason for him to respond to you with a smile on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. He knew this is what he wanted—with a wave of his hand, he'll create the perfect attire for the both of you for your ceremony. Oh? Was he being too hasty?

"Oh! I already know what we'd wear. You'd like a traditional white theme, right—Ah, wait! I never properly responded to you… Yes, a million times, yes! I love you!"

— Figaro!

He thought it was funny that you asked him, an elusive character, such a question. Tying him down to you with a promise of eternal love and unwavering devotion? He was hoping that your positions were switched where he's the one asking you that instead. He found himself unable to answer you as he ran a finger through his hair and let out a deep sigh. He avoided looking into your gaze but when his eyes finally wandered and saw yours, he felt a little bit of his resolve break—he felt like he was going crazy. Maybe he is going crazy. A smile crept up his face.

"Do you want me that much? It feels nice to be wanted… by you. Haha, I don't know anymore. Maybe I will. Take responsibility for me, okay?"

— Lennox!

He doesn't speak much but his actions said more than his words ever could. He knelt down on one knee as he took your hand and placed a kiss on your fingers. You know exactly what he meant and no trace of doubt was evident in your expression as your absolute trust and faith was placed on him. In turn, you raised his hand closer to your lips as well and kissed the back of his palm. You wanted him to know that you'd do the same for him.

"I love you, forever and always. You have my promise."

— Rutile!

He thinks of this moment as something that came out of a fairytale or a storybook he used to read to children. There was a time when he wondered if he'll ever have this kind of moment and he felt wonderful knowing it's you he was with when it happened. He let himself smile and broke into a fit of joyful laughter and giggles. The words you wanted to hear left his lips like honey you couldn't get enough of—one more time, you want to hear his answer once more.

"Nothing would make me happier… I treasure you, I really do. I'd make a thousand promises if it meant making you happy."

[glenn-simp]

Percy White x Female Reader

Actor from Wednesday

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I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling insecure because of how good Jenna looks.

Percy looked around and realized I looked uncomfortable.

He strided his way over and wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me away.

I sighed and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles.

"Thanks sweetheart."

[dreamingarchives]

Can I request something like romantic/fluff oneshot about white from tower of God cuddling with reader? Thank you

Safe Place

Where White is a hopeless one when it comes to a certain regular

"White."

"Hmh?"

"You're going to kill me for tower's sake." Despite the complaint, White merely tightens his grip around their waist, leaving the regular to exhale in lamentation.

Albeit odd, there was no doubt that the one that demands a cuddle at this very point, is the malicious slayer. With his long white hair that reached by his feet, an iconic pair of endless, hollow white eyes, staring aimlessly towards the future that was clogged up by the mist of insularity. Only times could tell how lonesome he was feeling, until a brave, courageous regular came face to face with him. A familiar sight of childhood, a familiar face he could not forget.

"Hoaqin, loosen your grip, you're killing me for sure." Again, another wave of complaint escaped through their lips. White huffed a bit by this, hesitantly loosened up. A wistful sigh escapes from their lips, glancing towards the slayer that currently have his head against the crook of their neck.

"Ironically, I can't believe I stumbled upon you in this pitiful form, Hoaqin."

"You're such a child." They uttered out, reaching towards his white locks, playing a strand of them in between their fingers. A hum vibrated from White throat, snuggling close to the one place he feels warm.

He has no remorse, a slayer such as him would not feel the slightest tremor of guilt as he bathed in the blood of others. Instead, he found an unnerving joy from underneath. A writhing, fleeting feeling of something, a proof of his entire existence. There's not a single place where he couldn't heard of his name; whispered out in a tremendous terror and fright by other regulars. He feels delighted, even giddy at the thought he's well known. He could care less whether they know him out of pure and sickening twisted fear, as long as they acknowledge his existence, he's more than satisfied.

However, at times like this, he can't help but wonder. Can someone such as him, who has been tainted by the blood of others, be in an embrace of someone who's much more innocent?

Well, he's not saying, they are entirely one. They might commit some chaos from one place to another, however, it never goes to such an extent as creating an entire battlefield due to their manipulative mind. Instead, they're much more pacifist than he is.

"Y/n..." The way he uttered out their name was filled with adoration. There's no snide tone, no vicious tone, just adoration and gentleness.

The said regular hummed in response, threading through his hair, as they have been there for quite some time. Hell, they have been there for a few hours. Legs tangled together, body pressed close to another, in a comforting manner, with the peaceful silence that befallen against the two of them.

"I adore you." He confessed, lashes fluttering open to raise his head up, facing the direction of an amused regular.

A pair of e/c eyes that stared ahead at his eyes that have a close resemblance to an agate white stone. They leaned down to give a kiss on his forehead. "I know." Was all they said to his confession, some would've say their answers are way too curt. However for White, it is enough to fill in the uncertainty.

He enjoyed every single moment, the way their lips pressed against his skin gave a shiver by his spine. He was unused to such displays. Ever since they were a child, whereas they're nothing but a pair of childhood friends, their words of affirmation are what fuelled him to keep on going. Now, can many blame him for being emotionally attached? More than he sought to himself?

"Hoaqin." The mentioned male once again hummed, absorbed by the warmth and attention that he rarely received from his own family. "Stop whatever you are doing." He furrowed his brows the moment he heard that, snuggling close, lips pressing against their collarbone.

"I cannot do so." White commented, giving another kiss by their shoulder blade. "You can." But, Y/n isn't the type to back away from this as well. They reached out to give a light scratch by his scalp, carefully grazing their nails against it. If White were a cat, by now, he would be purring automatically.

"It's hard."

"I know."

White feels drowsy, every action that they did to him brings him to a peaceful place. His heart swelled in warmth, underneath his skin coarse an adrenaline, pumping through his blood cells. He leaned his head close, feeling Y/n put their hand on top of his.

"Even if I stop, many would still hunt me down... You'll be in potential danger." Y/n snorted, it was baseless thought, but it's enough to prove how much he wishes for their own safety.

"Ever since I stumbled on a path with you, I've been in potential danger, can you specify what kind of other danger that I will hypothetically find myself in?" White fell silent. The gear inside of his mind starts to work in each possibility.

If that were the case, they might use Y/n as some sort of a hostage. No, he can't let that happen, honestly. One thing for certain, if they all dared to lay a finger or harm them in the slightest, he would not hesitate to bring calamities upon the tower. If given the chance to, he will bring this entire place down to hell with him, if it means it was for the safety of them.

"That won't happen." White retorted, childishly, cradled by Y/n who's messing around with his hair. "I say hypothetically." White irked hearing that, huffing a bit before giving a warning bite. In return, they yelped in surprise and smacked him by the head, glaring.

"I'm the great Slayer, White. Those hypothetical talks won't happen if it comes to real life." They rolled their eyes, finding him arrogant and somewhat prideful even during this moment.

"Don't worry your pretty head about this matter. As long as I am here, I'll keep you safe and sound." Y/n don't need to be telled twice about this. The grip that often holds them in the same position and place, a grip that is filled with certain power and strength, the kind of grip that tries to hold onto them. As if they're the last thread of his sanity.

"Until then, you just need to focus to stay by my side."

Those kinds of words that sound with a hidden desperation of longing. Seeking for every possibility and ounce of quality time that could be made between each other. It's hard for him to keep on track in whatever he was doing, while worrying over their safety. Heaven knows how much he adores them, how much he is willing to keep them happy and safe.

Because every rank he could've achieved won't ever be compared to the affection they have poured out on his pitiful moments. Where he lost his way and path. And there they were, waiting, smiling, shining far more bright than any light he could've seen. By then, he swore he won't let anything taint and harm that light of his.

[sweethearticism]

After that submissive Gustang, I wanna see some submissive white 🤐🥺

so. . . I tried something new with this request. new aesthetics, new writing style — please give me feedback I'm kinda nervous 💕

ৎ୭ — summary : the reader decides to get revenge on white, resulting in him restrained and at their mercy

ৎ୭ — type : oneshot

ৎ୭ — genre : smut

ৎ୭ — warnings : MINORS DNI // sexual content // sub/dom aspects // edging // degradation // oral // penetrative sex // master name; mention

ৎ୭ — word count : 1691

ৎ୭ — taglist : @neylia18 @samaseo @lvfel // please fill out this form if you'd like to be added

“𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭.’’

anger radiated through the room like that of a steaming kettle, filling the air with a newfound heat. his silver hues, the frowning of his lips - it left you almost hesitant with what you were about to do. yet you hold strong; the sight of his arms above his head, the way his bare chest rose and fell. . . it countered the warning glare that burned holes through your head.

“𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰,’’ you coo, prompting the slayer to flinch. “that’s not quite the way to speak to me, is it?’’

his scowl holds strong despite the glimmer in your eyes. that mischievous little twinkle as you eased yourself into his lap. “they don’t hurt, do they?’’ you motion to the restraints around his wrist; a new material that weakened his shinsu for a limited time. of course, such a thing was a challenge to get your hands on,

but you found your ways.

“what the hell even is this?” his question goes ignored as you trace your finger down his chest, lingering over the swell of his muscles. “I don’t have much time with you.’’ kisses trail down his neck, creating a pathway to his erect length.

“y/n,’’ he warns as he gives the ropes yet another fierce tug. “you’ll regret this.’’ white grunts, brows narrowing in an attempt to bend you to his will once more. to have you on your knees and begging for his forgiveness - yet you remain unfazed. “you’re under my mercy. I can’t keep you in this state forever but whilst you’re here. . . you’re my 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 now.’’

white was never one to use his voice in the bedroom, something that mildly irked you. tonight, you aimed to change that. you wanted him desperate, wanted him desperate. in a way this was vengeance for the many times he trapped you beneath him - fucking you into the mattress until your throat was sore with keens for mercy. although this may be the first and last time you ever pull such a stunt, you were determined to use this opportunity to its fullest. you weren’t too surprised when you received nothing but a grunt of frustration upon brushing your tongue from the tip of his length to the base - just barely providing that delightful feel to him.

pressing kisses to the underside, you trail your mouth back up and give minimum attention to his tip. “𝐩𝐞𝐭,’’ he grunts, making you stop and shiver at the name along with the lowness of his voice that came with it. “I’ll give you one more chance. let 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 go and maybe - just maybe. I won’t punish you as dreadfully.’’

white’s words held weight and were not to be seen as a mere empty threat. in fact, you almost considered stopping altogether and complying with his wishes to save you from the punishment of a lifetime. however, your pride wins.

a smirk finds your lips as your hand suddenly wraps around the base of his cock with a squeeze that leaves him groaning. “keep that up and I won’t let you cum for the rest of the night.’’ without even the slightest hint of hesitance in your voice, you threaten the slayer. “now. be a good boy and shut the hell up. the only thing I want coming from that pretty little mouth of yours are moans.’’

and so you continued your onslaught, yet after some time decided to be merciful and give him satisfaction. pleasure filled him to the brim with the way your lips wrapped around his pulsing tip after what felt like hours of teasing. white groans, head rolling back into the softest of the pillows as he furrows his brows. it may have been just the head but after so much torture? it was welcomed graciously.

still, his groans remained infrequent and his moans even fewer. so you dragged out the attention on his tip until his chest heaved and his fingers curled in. barely, you barely gave him anything.

deciding that he could break off a bit of his pride, white hesitantly allows his noises to fill the room - enough to make your eyes glimmer. “my, my. what a good boy.’’ you murmur, mouth fleeing from his tip as your hand treats him with hasty pumps. “fuck, stop teasing.’’ he pants. “I’ve given you what you wanted. play nice.’’

you giggle, granting him his wish as you remove your hand and finally lower your head down his length. white tenses at the familiar feel of your warm mouth around him, the way you oh so skillfully took him down your throat. he could stay there forever if you let him and sometimes he attempted such a thing. on most occasions his hand would bury itself into your hair, ferociously bringing your head back and forth whilst he fucked your throat with little to no remorse.

right now, that wasn’t an option, for his hands remained bound above his head. he tries to buck his hips and gain some sort of control, but you push his thighs down to the mattress and continue your work. bobbing your head in haste, without a second of falter, enough to have his eyes fluttering at the relief that washes over him. “fuck - mmm. . . ngh!’’

his cock tensed, pulsing as an indication of his upcoming release. you glance up at him, eyes locking - something that usually drove him wild. it proved true as white let his head fall back and a moan to rip from his throat as if he forgot about his pride. “I’m cumming. shit you better take it all. . .’’

just before he reached his high you pull away, a string of saliva is all that remains. your gaze links with his, watching as he crumbles. you saw it all, the displeasure, the shock, confusion and then. . . 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞.

“y/n!’’ he shouts, steam practically pouring from his ears. “I swear to hell I will make you *rue* this you little slut!’’ it was amusing, the way he yelled. the pure anger that filled him to his core and had him seeing red. “just 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. I’ll teach you respect again, fuck your manners back into you. that’s what you want, right!?’’

ignoring his bursts, you trace your nail along his stomach. “if you really wanted a release that much you know what to do.’’ you hum, flickering your gaze over to him. he stares at you with feral eyes, as if daring you to complete the sentence he knew all too well. which you gladly did,

“𝓫𝓮𝓰.’’

determined to reach your goal, you started over. teasing, touching, nibbling and torturing. anything you could to bring him right to the edge yet deny him of his sweet release. the first few times he expressed his anger quite verbally - his threats not once stopping. after the fifth time he was silent, muscles tense as his body glistened with sweat, eyes gaped at the ceiling as his length pulsed - yearning for your touch that was just about to grant him relief.

“are you ready to listen now?’’ you question, thumb circling his tip after his climax long fizzled away. all you receive is a weak click of his tongue and a glare less threatening. stubbornness written all over his face as his head turns away from you. the answer was no. “fine then.’’ you hum before continuing your torment.

for a moment you considered that he may never bend to your will. but after the sixth, seventh, even eight denial - he was a mess. panting, sweating, arching; white’s moans fell free without a hint of hesitance. his noises desperate and weakly sounding into the air as heat spread over his cheeks, the same shade that covered his aching length.

and when the ninth edge came along, the slayer could take no more.

“𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮,’’ his voice is barely audible, you almost missed it. “what was that? you have to do b -”

“PLEASE!’’

his voice booms throughout the room, scream echoing like thunder. “please let me cum! I can’t t-. . . take it anymore! please -’’ he nearly chokes. “please.’’

you were shocked, yet satisfied with his sudden shatter of pride. oh, what a sight for sore eyes he was. with a laugh you all but nod your head as you sit up and bring your damp slit to the member. “oh dear. when you beg like that, how can refuse?’’ a groan leaves his lips as your walls take in his throbbing cock. white can do nothing but arch his back with the way your hips grind into his. the way you drive him up the wall from the heat between your legs, the tightness of your core. he’s left breathless.

certainly, you would never see white like this again. so desperate, so 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜. he gratefully keened as you rode him, stimulating his length after hours of edging. heat settled between you both, your body pressing into his as you steady yourself with a grip to the back of his hair. fisting his snowy locks, you bring your lips to his ear and whisper out a slew of filthy praise. every moan, every grunt, each voice break; you heard it all in intricate detail.

you knew he was close with the way his chest heaved and how his noises grew to their loudest yet. before it all ended you drew your head back and crashed your lips to his - tongue invading his mouth and dominating him in one more way. right up until you knew he was at his peak, you pull away from the kiss to see his expression.

white’s eyes roll back, his lips parting and neck-craning backwards with a toss of his head. “y/n - y-y/n!’’ he cries, finally painting your walls with his overflowing seed. thick, colourless ropes shoot from his cock and fill you up in a way that has you whining as you continue to ride out his high.

the pleasure subsides along with your release. the heat melts, the sweat cools. you can all but watch as white’s body grows limp, 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴.