They/Them. 21+ I don’t take OS requests, but I can answer ask. Very slow writer (Still writing, just dying from life. There will be multiple chapters at once though:) Once bird migration is over I will go back to working on it!)
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good morning
I wonder what a reader would be like who was born with some kind of physical disability but who, thanks to his ingenuity, was able to get ahead.
The story of this reader would be that at birth he/she already had some type of physical disability (it could be the lack of arms, the lack of legs or another condition), which made the reader's parents worry about the future of their son/daughter both professionally and socially.
But the reader, far from giving up in an impressive display of his ingenuity, began to create artifacts that helped him minimize the disadvantages of his physical disability (for example, creating robotic arms or legs by adjusting them to function as a natural part of his body), managing to create such inventions with a mastery of a level that had never been seen before.
The reader parents, upon seeing this, felt an immense relief as it freed them from any future burden they might have, which made them support the reader in everything he set out to do, the reader would be someone who would help other people with physical disabilities through his inventions so that they could lead a more relaxed life without having to constantly deal with his physical disability.
The reader would be someone kind but intelligent in his actions, helping people who needed his help and avoiding collaborating with people who only wanted his inventions for selfish purposes.
What would this reader's relationship be like with any of the characters in identity v?, particularly with characters like Tracy Reznik for example, but you can choose any character of your choice.
Sorry if it's long but I had to explain the reader background in detail, you can ignore this request if you wish.
Heya! Don’t worry about the length of the ask I don’t mind. The more infos, the better for understanding & I too tend to go into a lot of details for these things. You’ll see I also wrote a lot, haha.
These are ideas I got at the moment; I hope you enjoy them.
Sorry for the English mistakes, I finished this at 3 in the morning & I gotta sleep.
Warning with Jack’s part for torture & cutting people open. & Hunter’s side is a little darker. Just hunters being hunters.
So, in terms of physical disabilities, you seem to think more about missing limbs or nonfunctioning limbs, so I’ll go with that in a general sense. & With the Reader building themselves mechanical parts to replace the limbs or to bypass their inability to use them.
(I’ll also be assuming Reader is on the survivor’s side.)
Tracy & Violetta are the first ones that come to mind when I think of interactions.
Tracy: It’s the inspiration for the secret gadgets of the manor that lured Tracy into the manor. She’s extremely curious & would probably spend time with the Reader the most. I imagine Tracy approaching the Reader first, seeing their mechanical parts & asking questions. The Reader gains interest in Tracy because she obviously knows what she’s talking about & Reader can tell she’s made of the same wood as them. Cue them spending the whole night asking questions & sharing what they are working on. Then they would help each other when they were working on their projects outside the matches, maybe even sharing the same workshop. Each staying on their side deeply focused on their work until they need some help. Whether it’s because they can’t figure something out or they just want the other input on a choice/question. If Reader & her grow close enough, she might let them do some modifications to her dear robots & maybe the Reader would let her do the same to their mechanical parts?
Violetta: While she is not the one who builds her own mechanical parts, I think she would love someone similar to her. Not because of the missing limbs, but because of how the Reader chooses to deal with it. Violetta hated the way people looked at her when she didn’t have any mechanical parts. As if she was a poor pitiful thing. She wants people to look at her as an equal, just like they would anybody else. Even if it means being treated without consideration. The Reader most likely faced the same problem, so I think they would understand each other well. More than anyone else, probably. & With the Reader being so kind, she would probably love to spend time with them. Even going as far as breaking the manor’s rules to join them on the survivor’s side. She probably knows a few secret passages she could teach the Reader. She would want to show them her performance ideas & Reader could help her by giving ideas, modifying or changing her gears. She’s not as knowledgeable as Tracy, but I think she would enjoy listening to the Reader explain/talk about mechanics.
Now some other ideas
On the matter of Reader wanting to help others similar to them with their skills:
Helena: They can’t help Helena directly, but she too is a kind & determined person who also had to navigate a world who would treat her as different & less capable. She also had to deal with people who wanted to use her for fame. So, like Violetta, Helena & Reader would probably understand each other in the way the world underestimated them & have great respect for the other. But what they would bond over is them exchanging on their subjects of interest. If Reader enjoys conversing with others, I imagine them enjoying talking about poetry & mechanics. If Reader knows nothing of poetry, Helena will gladly teach them if they are interested & she would enjoy learning about mechanics with them. If not, just talking is fine. The Reader might be able to help with her cane. Modifying it to test new things & following her instructions on how to adjust so it’s more efficient or comfortable to handle.
Jose: If Reader show them they can better his arm, he’d be interested. Working with them to give feedback. He’d have a clear idea of what he wants but wouldn’t mind testing the Reader’s ideas. The Reader needs to be ready for an outspoken guy who will go straight to the point of what he thinks. He will tease them if the experiment fails or gives sarcastic answers. But he would a lot of respect for the Reader’s abilities. After all, they're the expert, not him. He’d be grateful & ask the Reader to join them for some drinks or games. He wouldn’t force Reader to drink, more for him after all. He’s willing to tone down on the drinking if you insist but not stop. He’d enjoy exchanging with them & would probably ask questions about their mechanical limbs.
Joker: Reader would probably ask him if he would like to try some new type of prosthetic. Seeing the Reader owns prosthetics would probably put him at ease. I think he would want to keep is old one as it is; it’s part of who he is, part of the weeping clown. He still has difficulties knowing what is him, what is the weeping clown he was raised to be & what is Sergei. Though that last one is more the problem of his hunter counterpart. Reader kindness would touch him & he’d probably enjoy your company even going to share his time at the circus & how he has trouble with his perception of self.
His hunter self would be more dangerous to approach & deal with. Probably best to stay away but seeing the work Reader did on the other would make him curious. Once he learns Reader is the one behind them, he’d want to see what they can do. He’d want to see Reader owns mechanical limbs & would pick up some tricks from them, since he likes to make modifications. But he would do these himself. He’s too temperamental to argue with. Better avoid that.
Other survivors:
Emily would like them; she understands the Reader wanting to help others. She would try to prevent Reader from overworking themselves.
Kreacher would try to get something out of Reader. Reader would keep them at arm length. Making Kreacher mad at them. He would try to steal or sabotage things from them as retaliation.
William wants to test the limits of the Reader prosthetics. He’d want the Reader to compete against him. If Reader can hold their ground well against him, he’ll be delighted. If not, he’d lose interest. If Reader beat him or get close to it? He’ll come find Reader for rematches or training & ask you to compete every time Reader makes modifications.
The mechanical limbs give a unique look to the Reader. Let’s hope it doesn’t catch the interest of the Embalmer.
Reader kindness would catch Murro attention, especially the one toward Violetta. He doesn’t understand anything Reader says; it’s not his domain, but if Reader needs help, he will gladly oblige.
Luca while similar to Reader, is not in the same field. But he’d enjoy the opportunity of exchanging knowledge. Wanting to help Reader upgrade their prosthetic with some of his own ideas. Reader needs to be careful with letting their equipment in his hand if they don’t like their stuff being tempered with. Just like with Tracy, he’d would be willing to exchange ideas & help. Being slow-witted, he might not realize he’s breaking your boundaries at first. He’s too focused on his ideas & can’t hear you. But he could surprise Reader with his ideas & he’s really skilled with his hands. If Tracy or you need help with something delicate, he’ll do it quicker than you two can blink. If he breaks anything, he’ll replace it as it was. If Reader wants him out of their workplace, he’ll respect that once he’s calm down.
Annie would find Reader works impressive & ask for some teaching so that she can use your knowledge to build toys. She’d probably gift Reader something based on their interest as a thanks. If Reader wants, she’ll enjoy some tea while exchanging on their work.
Orpheus would be asking a lot of questions. As a writer, he wants to learn from everything & Reader would make a great inspiration for a character. Though, who knows what that character will end up representing. Reader would sense something is off about him & would probably keep a polite & safe distance as long as Orpheus doesn’t do anything bad.
If Reader can keep up with physical strength, Qi Shiyi would have respect for them. Reader kindness to help others would touch her & their sharpness not to fall into other schemes would please her. She’d be willing to teach moves to Reader so they can improve their prosthetic movements.
Alice is super curious. She’d want to report Reader upbringing so their story can be shared to the world & help others. She’d ask them interesting questions & could be of great help if Reader needs assistance.
Charles would also be greatly interested in the Reader’s work. But he’s not a very social fella. So he’d keep his distance at first. Seeing that Reader doesn’t seem to have any ill intend, he’d approach them to learn more. He’d then even share his work with them.
Richard would have a… suspicious interest in Reader’s work. Observing Reader from afar first & then asking a lot of questions that would slowly become more & more specific &… worry some. Until he asked Reader if they could buy 4 new limbs with specific measurements. Reader would need to ponder the question carefully.
Hunters:
Hunters are trickier, since I imagine the manor separating the two factions & the two factions not being in the best of terms.
Leo got his limbs replaced by puppet ones. But he refused that anyone touch them, which resulted in them not being in the best of state. Reader would need to extinguish his burning rage before being able to do any good. The only time Reader would have to gain his trust would be during matches. Even if Violetta tries to help them find Leo in the hunter manor, it’s a dangerous endeavour, & Leo would rather keep to himself. But if Reader succeeds, Leo will allow them to do some repairs, & if he’s satisfied, he’ll let them upgrade them.
Reader would catch Jack’s interested in their first match together. He’d like to see how Reader would fare if he were to tear their limbs. Accidents happen so fast~. He’s enjoyed watching them squirm on the ground & humiliate them. If he were to cut Reader open, would they be like the others who still have all their limbs?
Burke would be interested in Reader works too. He’d slash them down, grab them by the collar & ask them questions about how they made this or that part work so well. Then he’d put Reader on the chair & repeat that each time he got a question for them & they got a match together. He wouldn’t want any help from the Reader. If Reader refuses to answer, because they sense the lack of empathy of Burke, he’ll let them bleed out & ask again in the next match. If Reader keeps their stubborn behaviour, he might try asking in a nicer way, maybe even a gift. Though, he won’t be sorry, he just wants answers.
Yidhra might want to experiment with Reader. Reader works might give her ideas for her bioengineering… If you can really call it that. Reader will sense something watching them & might have some ‘‘visits’’ during their dreams.
Bonbon might ignite Reader curiosity. But he’s been programmed to attack survivors. Best Reader keep their distance. Reader can try asking Burke for answers, but they’ll have to give something in return or be really persuasive.
Reader might be interested in helping Galatea. But Galatea has no interest in them unless they have a mature & beautiful womanlike face. She’s too focused on her work & statues to care about anything else. Even kindness won’t reach her; she’s in her own world. She’d mock Reader saying she only needs her right arm to sculpt & that it works perfectly well. If Reader can end up being Galatea's muse, they might be able to use her interest in them to convince them. But it’s better to watch out around her; it’s unknown how far she might go for her inspiration.
So this is it for the ideas of interactions! I hope it was to your liking. Some characters I haven’t revisited their stories in a while so I might be off.
& If anyone wanna send ask too, don’t hesitate. I don’t have a lot of time right now to write as much on my OS, but small asks like these are fine!
Hear me out, Naib x GN Reader who keeps letting themselves get hurt. They're not necessarily reckless, but they don't attempt to take care of themselves if it means it'd benefit the team. They're bleeding out? That's fine, as long as it secures a win. The hunter's being rougher than usual and no one comes over to heal their wounds? They can handle it, they won't ask for help until they absolutely have to
I think it'd drive Naib insane since he already lost so many people, so for his partner to constantly be in the verge of death in almost every match? Oh no
Ah, so …self-sacrificing type, huh?
Well, I’ve got news for you. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) Naib Subedar is exactly the same. Flirting with death? Please. That man has been on a full-blown situationship with it since the first time someone called him "soldier."
To strangers, he doesn’t give a damn. If they go down, that’s unfortunate. If they survive, neat. He doesn’t lose sleep over it either way.
But to those he considers close (if you’re in that precious category he might silently call "family"). Then it’s war. Every match becomes a silent competition of who can throw themselves in front of danger faster.
In the beginning? He doesn’t mind it too much. After all, he understands it. It's in his nature too. Pain is familiar. Sacrifice makes sense. You take hits to keep others safe? Respect.
But over time, if you keep doing it, if you keep dragging your broken body out of matches with that same forced smile.
That’s when the tension starts.
The arguments.
They don’t come in loud, dramatic explosions. They come in low voices in the hallway after the others leave. In gloved hands gripping your arm a little too tight. In sharp eyes that narrow every time you try to brush off an injury.
As it keeps happening, match after match, injury after injury, something inside him starts to twist.
You’ve picked up the same bad habits that he had. You’ve started measuring your worth by how much damage you can take before falling.
So now he’s conflicted. Because how do you tell someone to stop when you’re the one who taught them that bleeding for the team is just part of the job?
And yes…
He becomes protective.
Overprotective. Borderline ridiculous, honestly. No doubt.
But here’s the thing about Naib... He won’t sabotage you. He won’t lock you away or lie to your face or treat you like you’re fragile porcelain. Cause he himself hate being treat like that.
He still gives you your freedom.
He just… works around it.
Most of the time, you won’t even realize what he’s doing until it’s too late. His favorite tactic? Clear the battlefield before you even get there. You will go in expecting chaos, just to find the danger’s already been handled. No need to rescue, kite or support. He got this.
So yeah. Congrats, you just entered a protective-off with a man who would fistfight the Grim Reaper if it meant you got five more seconds to breathe.
The battlefield isn’t just a strategy zone anymore. It’s his love language. And if you ever dare say "I’m fine" again with your arm barely attached, prepare for the quietest, deadliest, most passive-aggressive lecture of your life.
But lets not go too far yet. Here is a moment that he couldn't take it anymore, tired from all the time you didn't listen but still love you too much to ignore. Remember that you two already have some kind of chemistry before this.
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Sugary Sweets
Tag: Naib x gn!reader
Warning: Hurt/Comfort (Soft angst?), Established relationship, Grammar & spelling
Pain is strange.
You get used to it, in a way. It becomes the hum in the back of your mind, the heavy pressure that blurs the edges of thought, but never really leaves. You breathe through it. Push through it.
Just another moment that isn’t as bad as it could’ve been.
Emily tried. She always does. Gentle hands, firm voice, methodical work. She’d told you the damage was deep but clean. That was supposed to be good news. Something about "less chance of infection" and "a clean slice is easier to treat."
But all you remember is the color of her eyes as she looked down at your side, and the brief flicker of concern she tried to hide behind clinical calm.
Appreciate, but unnecessary
But let's get back to this moment.
It's late. The infirmary’s quiet. A single faint light linger across the room, casting soft, warm light over the wall. The other beds are empty, all thanks to you.
You lie on your side, still and silent, eyes half-lidded but very much awake.
Every breath still hurts. The kind of pain that isn’t sharp anymore, just deep, aching, constant.
You tell yourself again.
It’s fine and you’ve had worse.
Always have to say that …cause if you don't, you don't know if your mind can handle the bad thought.
The door opens quietly.
At first, you think it’s Emily, returning to check in. But her footsteps are different. This one is slower, measured, almost too quiet.
You don’t look because you already know who it is.
He doesn’t speak as he enters. Doesn’t ask how you are or if you’re awake. The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and he stands there for a long moment, like he isn’t sure he should’ve come at all.
Quiet steps carry him to the edge of your bed, lingers at the end of the bed before you glance up.
His hood is half-down, shadowing most of his face, so it's hard for you to catch the edge of his expression. And in his right hand, loosely held, some kind of paper bag.
Your voice is hoarse as you decide to speak up instead of playing this game of pretending to sleep.
"…What’s that in your hand?"
Naib shifts his weight. Not even a surprise. Because of course he knows you’re still awake.
Then, flatly:
"Sugar."
Your brow lifts faintly.
"Sugar?"
A pause. His eyes flick to yours, unreadable.
"…Candy."
You blink.
Even through the haze of pain, you perk up a little at the word. Something sweet, to enjoy, and to chase the bad medicine taste in your mouth? Sweet! Guess he is not that angry this time.
"What kind?"
He doesn’t answer.
So, instinctively, you reach out.
Or try to.
Your side protests the movement and you flinch, gritting your teeth. Your hand stretches out toward the treat. Before you can grab it, Naib calmly lifts it out of reach, making you pause.
You blink confusingly. "Seriously?"
Still no answer.
You let your arm drop back against the blanket with a quiet groan. "Naib."
His expression doesn’t change. But his voice, when he finally speaks, is low and level.
"Promise me."
"Promise what?"
He stares at you. Long. Unblinking.
"That you won’t do that again."
You blink slowly, the weight of the words heavier than they should be.
"Do what?" You ask, even though you know. You’ve been through this conversation too many times it's starting to get boring now.
"Throw yourself in front of the hunter. Take the second hit when the first one should’ve stopped you. Walk bleeding past the cipher just so someone else can escape."
His eyes narrow slightly.
"Lie to Emily. Lie to me."
That last one lands harder than the rest.
You look down. "I didn’t lie."
"You smiled and said you were fine."
The silence that follows feels like pressure on your chest.
"I am fine." You say eventually, quieter. "I made it out. Everyone did."
"You could barely walk."
You exhale sharply, frustrated and aching, your voice coming out harsher than intended. "I can crawl."
"…"
You sit in silence, fingers curling in the blanket, eyes locked on the piece of candy in his outstretched hand.
It’s not just a simple snack.
It’s a request he’s too afraid to ask out loud.
And you… you’re not ready to answer it. So you do the opposite.
"You do it, too! Every match. You take the hits. You run head-first into danger. I’m just doing the same thing."
Bad mistake, bringing that up. You know it the second the words leave your mouth.
Naib’s stare sharpens.
He doesn’t like being called out for anything, good or bad. Not before a match. Not after. Not ever. Keep himself low, he said. If it wasn't because of the fact he has a soft-spot for you, you will be dead in less than a minute.
You swallow nervously.
Naib says nothing.
The floor creaks softly beneath his boots as he steps forward, slow, steady, deliberate. The candy wrapper crinkles in his hand as he peels it open.
Leaning down, one hand planting itself firmly on the bed beside you. His weight sinks in. His face is close now.
Even now, even in this tension, you can’t help but notice how stupidly good he looks up close.
"I’ve buried people." He adds, voice low.
"Good ones. Brave. The kind who didn’t flinch when it came time to throw themselves away."
He watches you, gaze steady, unwavering. Like if he looks away, you might vanish right in front of him.
"I’m not asking you to stop fighting." He says. "I’m asking you to stop trying to disappear."
You don’t move.
So he does.
He puts the candy in his mouth. Leans in further.
And press it to your lips.
There’s no warning. No permission asked. Just the quiet pressure of sugar and breath and the steel edge of someone who’s made up his mind. Your mouth parts without thinking, and his lips follow, warm and certain.
The kiss is short.
Just like every argument you two have.
But this time, for the sake of this relationship, you have to be the one who backs down.
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Picture: from Identity V official (not me)
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Pairing: William Ellis X Apathetic Reader (Can be view as platonic too)
Summary: Everyone's know that you won't bother with others. It's not that you're lazy or mean, you just have no concern nor interest in others. You see no point in wasting energy toward things you have no interest in. And yet, a certain Forward thinks that you could be a great assess for the team.
And, honestly? You'd be lying if you said he didn't pique your interest. Well, more like this, hothead warmed his way into your life.
Rated: General
Warning: None
You take a few steps back as you watch the side entrance gates of Eversleeping Town opens. Ready to head back to the manor without a second thought. The others can take care of themselves. Well, maybe not… but it’s not your problem anymore.
As you’re about to cross the gates, you feel something grab you by the collar, feeling your clothes block the air & the blood from going through your throat. In the first second, you think of the hunter, but you don’t feel the ‘‘other’’ heart beating. Your interrogation is quickly answered when an angry face comes into your vision. It’s William.
You do not like where this sudden turn of events will probably take you. You already feel tired at the prospect, having an idea of what he will make you do.
‘‘Where do you think you’re going!?’’ He snarls.
‘‘To my room.’’ You follow in your monotonous voice.
‘‘Forget it, we’re getting the Enchantress out of here! If we both go to assist, we can get an easy win!’’
‘‘Who cares? Win, ties or losses; we don’t even get anything from it. Why bother.’’ You hear the sound of the tram as it stops in the distance on your right.
‘‘Because we’re a team & the Enchantress carried us all during this match. We’re not letting her down!’’ He starts dragging you by the collar.
You sigh, but start following him none the less. No point arguing with him. Especially him.
The two of you head toward the left side, near the tram station. William runs to your right, going around the building while you keep trotting along the tracks. Making a stop to the chest & opening it. Pinning its content to William & continuing toward the tram stop. That will be for later.
Soon, the Enchantress comes into your line of sight, followed closely by Smiley Face. She’s been able to keep her distance using the two windows & her curses. But it’s clear that if she tries to get out of here, this clown will use his rocket to take her down. Her curses being used every time he comes in too close, not giving her time to build them up & there weren’t any pallets left around.
But it won’t be long until Blink is ready again. Sucks to be her.
You hide behind the barrel near the wall, waiting for an easy moment to come & help. Whistling just enough to attract the Enchantress’ attention, but not the hunter. She seems fairly surprised by your presence, as her eyes catch your bored ones. But it seems to be enough to give her a boost in energy, & she sprints faster after vaulting toward the next window as she turns around, passing in front of your hiding. You can hear Smiley swear under his breath as he sees her accelerate.
He tries to trick her at the next window before she can stack a new curse, but ultimately fails. As he goes to enter inside the train station by the left side, William gets out of his hiding spot & uses the last of his rugby balls to tackle Smiley on the wall. He only manages to stun him for a second or two, but the Enchantress doesn’t let it go to waste. She heads straight toward your spot, following the track toward your open gate.
You get out of your hiding spot & tell the Enchantress to use the right corridor when she gets there. She nods, too exhausted to respond or question it. From the corner of your eyes, you see that Smiley as gone pass William & is catching up on you two. But you also see the rugby player pass by the chest as he follows closely behind Smiley. You sign him to take the other way toward the gate. He looks confused but follows on it nonetheless. Cutting off by the pallet as he speeds up to go around the building.
As the Enchantress gets closer to entering one of the corridors, Smiley charges with his Rocket & notices that you’re standing too much on the left to properly body block her. He makes a wider turn to get her on her right side. The Enchantress notices him & curses you internally; she’s too tired to make a sharp turn now & her curse as not yet stacks. She braces for the impact.
What they both fail to notice in their exhausted state is the bright light pointing from the other side of the corridor & rapidly advancing. The smile of victory on Smiley’s face became sour when he felt the impact of the tram through his body.
This respite is short-lived, as you hear the bell indicating that the hunter has changed his ability. Excitement runs through Smiley’s vein as he gets an adrenaline boost to push through the pain. Going around the corridor & trying to catch up before the Enchantress could cross does damn gates. He saw you pass in front of the Enchantress, probably thinking you had nothing to fear anymore.
But as his excitement fades away, he hears the detonation of a gun in the distance. William had finally caught up & seeing the hunter coming on the Enchantress, he used the flare gun you had left for him in the chest.
After that, the three of you get out of there, though not before Smiley could lend a last hit of frustration on William, as he was a little too far behind.
‘‘You know we could have just taken a hit for her, instead of doing all this weird stuff.’’ The rugby player says to you, a hint of annoyance in his gruff voice.
‘‘I’d rather not get needlessly injured when I can avoid it. It adds to the trouble later, since I’d have to visit the infirmary.’’ You respond in your monotonous voice, not looking back at him.
Your only response is an interrogative grunt from him.
‘‘I’m surprised you even came to help, honestly.’’ This time, it was the Enchantress.
You don’t bother answering, just giving her a hum.
‘‘Nah! They’re lazy, but once you ask them something, they always do it & they give it their all!’’ William surprises you with a slap on your back that sends you tumbling a few feet forward.
The Enchantress raise an eyebrow at them: ‘‘That’s not being lazy, they’re more apathetic if anything. Which is why I’m surprised they didn’t get out once we had our backs turned. I’ve rarely seen them make any effort for others.’’
‘‘They always help me when I ask.’’
The Enchantress raises a brow toward you.
‘‘That’s because you won’t leave me alone, & you always catch me up later to give it to me if I try to get out in the middle of it.’’ Seriously, what is wrong with this guy? He’s almost always coming to you if he needs something.
‘‘Yeah! You need to pay more attention to your teammates if we want to all get out of here. It’s a Us in these matches, just like in rugby, we can’t win it alone!’’
He continues, ‘‘I saw it right when you came in, you’re a strategist! But you need to take more attention to your teammates.’’
‘‘No, I just don’t want to waste my energy.’’
The three of you part ways at the manor entrance, William turns to you his fist held in the air.
‘‘Good job today! I know I complained about your plan being too much, but it’s great knowing you got our back. You should do it more often!’’ He smiles at you, looking in your eyes.
Unlike with the others, whose actions & reactions don’t mean much to you, you feel a semblance of warmth creep up on you as your gaze goes to fix his fist.
Just as William thinks you won’t reciprocate his encouragement, you hold up your fist. Although you put no strength into it.
‘‘Well, that’s a start, I guess!’’ His smiles growing at your action.
‘‘…’’
‘‘Well, see you around. Or not. You rarely come around, now that I think about it. Oh well, I’ll see you when I see you!’’
He turns around happily, energy still flowing in him as if the previous match didn’t happen.
‘‘Well…’’ He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard your voice.
‘‘I… in truth I don’t mind putting in extra work if it’s for you.’’ He turns around to look at you surprised, but before he can say anything, you’re already by the door. Walking away.
‘‘I enjoy your company.’’ Is all he can hear before you close the door behind you. Missing the overjoyed smile that found its way to his face. Not ready to deal with the consequences of your actions just yet.
Notes: My friends & I were having fun looking at reverse writing prompt & she gave me the prompt ''Hate At First Sight'' & than I roll a wheel for a character & got Helena. The irony x)
Pairing: Helena X Reader
Summary:
Helena can't stand rude people. Lucky you, you're not a rude person. But you are a little too prideful at time. Like when your first encounter with said person happens with a majestic head dive on the floor in front of them. & The only thing you can think about is how humiliating of a first impression it is. Your Automatic Defense System is triggered & Jerk behavior ensue.
Rated: General
Warning: None
In this strange manor, time is… let’s say strange. It’s impossible to know what the date is; a week can last a month & a year can pass in the spam of a week. After all, these are human concepts. They only have ground because of the way our solar system & the Earth operate. So, when you’re trapped in a place where time & space are irrelevant, good luck to keep track.
But you were sure of one thing. You came here on a Valentine’s Day. At least that was the day you played that game. The day you die playing it or escaping it. Who could really tell at this point?
Had you crawled your way out of there through the doors? Or did you succumb to your assailant’s blow? Maybe it was you who had caused all this pain. You couldn’t tell. All of your memories were blurry &, every time you could catch a blink of clearness, it would get buried under all the others instantly.
Nevertheless, you had awakened in this place. On that stupid armchair, in that stupid room, with these stupid & unknown people. You should be out of here! That’s what was promised to you!
For everyone trapped there, it was just another day “in hell” but for you, it was a Valentine’s Day & that’s when you met her.
You had walked out of that room in a confused state, looking up instead of down. Which meant that when your feet came into contact, you had no time to catch yourself. You felt headfirst at her feet. Well, more precisely on her cane. Alas, the weight & the velocity of your love for the floor had been too much for the poor wooden object. When you came back to your senses, there was not one, but two canes now. Well, two halves of a cane. You had not mastered the art of creation yet, just… transformation.
“Oh! Are you all right?“ Her voice is laced with surprise at first but quickly followed by concern.
If you had only taken a second to register what had actually happened, maybe this fated encounter would have been different.
Just like her cane, your pride had been shattered. For you, it was because she had been standing in your way, which was nowhere near the truth. Gravity long forgotten in that instant. You had looked up at her, meeting her brownish eyes, who seemed to not really be looking at you & yet, both your gazes were locked together.
“Tsk.” A simple sound & yet so full of hate & resentment somehow. Directed without doubt toward her. First, there was incomprehension in her mind & then she realized you were nothing more than an ill-mannered fool & she knew enough fools in this place already.
And this, was the beginning of something grand. It was hatred, at first sight… Somehow.
And first slap to her.
After that, you & her could not stand each other. Your misplaced pride making you blinder to the events that had happened on that day than she was. As for her, the audacity of this new survivor was unbelievable. Some people were raised with no education!
As for the others, they were clueless on the matter. They had learnt to know you on a surface level. Prideful, but not difficult & unreasonable. You were quite the good conversationalist; actually & Helena wasn’t one to hold a grudge. Normally, you two should get along fine.
But this strange spectacle had revealed a new side to the soft, but quick, spoken woman. She was quite the murderer with words. All that knowledge she had amassed with her reading, she knew how to put it to good use in every situation. Making multiple of your teammates develop a newfound respect toward her.
And she was really elegant doing it.
Which infuriates you more & more. You hated losing.
Matches were another story. You HAD to behave, or this could sound the end for everyone. As revenge for her smart remarks, you had made it a point to do better than her in matches. And what better way than to make her thank you every time you had to rescue, take a hit or attract the hunter’s attention away from her? Unlike you she had manners, so she made it a point to offer you her gratitude. As much as it was making her boil inside.
But she would never miss an occasion to give it back to you. She may be physically weaker, but she was not helpless. Far from it. She was quite the stealthy one, right behind Kurt, actually. She had become the best at analyzing the hunter’s habits in the games & she was the most patient.
She would pull down a pallet in the most unexpected moments as you were being chased, hiding behind the wall. Or appearing at the last minute beside your chair as the hunter had decided on a new target, sure of your demise. The most radiant & prideful smile on her lips during these moments. And all this was not counting all her well-timed strikes to the ground with her cane.
Faithful to yourself, you would answer her with a “tsk” & she would not miss on it, scolding you on your lack of manners, yet again.
The sight of you two bickering as you walk away by the open gates or by the dungeon (after a duo match), the hunter, long forgotten in the background, was… something.
Unbeknown to the both of you, the sharp comments had blossomed into disguised compliments & the match’s support, into genuine help. As much as collaboration was necessary to win, all survivors were ready to sacrifice one or three teammates if it meant avoiding the gruesome death that awaited the losers. She was not innocent in that domain. She let you die multiple times after all, & so did you.
But now, it was different. Every time she would hear the sound of your rocket exploding in the distant sky, she could feel her heart sink &, every time you would pass the gates without her, your breath would stay stuck in your throat for what feels like an eternity.
Today, the match had been particularly bloody & ruff on everyone. She had barely escaped herself. Walking back to the manor with heavy steps… alone, again. Covered in bruises, she couldn’t even use her cane to assist her. It had broken in half at the end of the match, trying to use it as a last resort weapon against Keigan. She couldn’t resort to throwing the now useless piece of wood for some reason, so she kept on holding it in her arms. Close to her chest.
She didn’t even register passing the doors of the manor, & she was even more surprised when she realized where her feet had taken her. She was in front of the infirmary; the smell of disinfectant & medical products could not lie.
She pushed the doors, calling to see if anyone was in there. No answer. She was exhausted and hungry, but her feet kept on moving of their own volition, & she took a seat beside one of the beds. & Then, she waits.
She doesn’t know when, but at some points she can feel something shift in the bed. By now, she knows you by heart.
“Greeting”
“Hey…” Is all you can muster.
The two of you fall in silence. Unsure of what to say.
You take a look at her; she’s covered from head to toes in bruises and dried blood even. Some of the ecchymoses have already turned black under her tattered clothes. Your eyes land on her hands; they are resting on her knees. Holding her broken cane. It’s in half.
Memory of your first encounter comes to mind.
“…Sorry.”
“Hu?” Her voice is laced with surprise.
“…for your cane.” She isn’t looking at you; it’s her ears that are directed toward you, but you still reflectively try to avoid her gaze. “And for being a jerk. I have no excuse.”
Silence follows. You can’t see it, but she starts smiling gently & when she answers you, you can feel a point of laughter in her words.
“I see you’ve finally grown some manners.”
Extra:
Some survivors were shocked after a night scroll when they came across the two of you. Helena, all patch up & smiling as the two of you talk. Well, mostly you ranting & her listening. Your face with a pinch of red as she guides you along the corridors.
Burke was standing at the gates all alone, his ears pierced by the screeching that was you & the Mind’s eye voices. His gaze directed toward the two of you fighting as the spring breeze was making flower petals dance around you… He felt no anger as he watched two survivors escape for once. The feeling replaced by a sense of being a third wheel in his own match.
A discussion between you two were you didn't know how to describe something :
“Ok, so remember what the shape of a swallow look like?”
“…No.”
“Didn’t you say you used to be able to see when you were little?”
“I was one year old. Do you have memories of when you were one year old?”
“…Maybe,” you say with misplaced pride.
“…Mhmm”
(I may or may not have written meat instead of meet at some point. That’s a little less poethic...)
So spring & summer are really busy for me & I didn't have time to write a complete OS. But I'm gonna try & write a little something every week at least. Don't know how much I'll be able to keep up with it, because I'm too much of a workalcoholic but lets see! If I can keep this up well enough I'll try opening request, but I can't promise anything yet.
So enjoy this little something I wrote to get myself back into it. I chose a prompt & a character by turning a wheel.
Smiley Face X Reader
Summary:
Duo hunter is chaos. it either go great or it's an absolute disaster & there's no way of knowing which way it's going to go even in the middle of it sometimes. But today is particularly awefull, because one of the hunter decides to pass the time by torturing you. All the while his partner his trying to catch the last survivor. All it takes is a desperate cry for help, for your jester in bloody clothes to come & try to ease your pain.
Rated: Mature
Warning: Torture, mention of death, angst. Don't read this to be happy.
Your breath was ragged, your lungs burning with every chunk of air you were forcing down your throat. Your legs, on fire from all the running, were menacing to give up at any moment.
Behind you, the dreadful sound of your stalker’s footsteps was drawing nearer.
Trying to hide among the old remains of the circus funhouse stage proved to be futile. As the hunter would always soon find you.
The Wax Artist’s laugh was reverberating all around the walls & corridors. Similar to an omnipotent beast that had you trapped, like the little mouse that you were right now.
You could only hope that the cat would be merciful this time around & not in the mood to play with his food.
The wax was slowing you more & more as you tried to reach the closest pallet outside of the funhouse. But alas, the wax solidified before you could put a single finger on the pallet, crushing your hope of an escape with it. Your fingers, a mere centimetre away from it.
The wax had slowly, but inevitably, ensnared your body in its cruel embrace. Darkening your vision & locking you in place, while your already exhausted lungs could barely work with this new constrain.
Trying to crack open this new layer of “skin”, you could sense the hunter’s presence grow closer & far more sinister. His dry laugh was barely coming through the wax blocking your senses, but it was enough to make your blood icy. The pain followed suit, as expected.
His weapon striking at your back, going all the way down along your vertebra. Soon followed by a burning sensation, moving the same way. A little extra, thanks to his unique weapon. The tip of his spray gun always burning from the melted wax.
A cry escapes your lips as you stumble to the ground, unable to get up anymore, as your fear mixed with your pain was rendering you unable to move.
In a normal game, you’d expect him to chair you, but this was a duo match nearing its end. The hunters were more willing to hold grudges or pass their nerves onto their prey. & You were one of the last two survivors.
It was no surprise when his heel came crashing down in the middle of your injury. But it did not make it any less painful. It shot through the impact point & ran all the way to your fingers & toes, making you shout & twist your body in an attempt to diminish it.
The Wax Artist’s deranged smile only grew, & you could swear the wax figure on his shoulder did the same.
“Why don’t we enjoy each others company while we wait for my partner to catch yours, hum~?”
That sentence had the same effect as an ice bath, leaving you feeling as if all the colours & the blood from your body had suddenly vanished. Oh, how you wish that you hadn’t been chosen to participate in this cursed version of the game.
You couldn’t stop your body from trembling, your heart beating in your ears & you felt utterly alone as he turned on the heat on his spray gun.
On the other side of the map, Smiley Face was laughing maniacally all the while chasing after William. He was trying to lose him in sharp turns with the two rugby balls he had kept, but soon enough he would run out of steam. Unlike him.
Just as he could see him start to slow down, a cold shiver ran through his body, making him stop dead in his tracks. His mind immediately turns to you. He knew you could handle yourself, especially when it came to hiding, but his fear lies with Philippe. He had a bad feeling about this.
The seconds felt like minutes & minutes like hours. The little time spent at the Wax Artist company was enough to have your body covered in bruises & ecchymoses. You had tried to crawl away, mostly hoping it would accelerate your blood loss, but it was met with the hunter breaking your arm with the heel of his shoe. Your senses were dulled by the pain; you couldn’t even think clearly anymore, as he kept on toying with you.
You didn’t even hear yourself as you cried out for help. All you wanted was for this to end, but you knew it was futile. Joker was too far away to hear your plea & as a hunter, he wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway. As the thoughts traverse your mind, you didn’t even realize that the strikes had stopped.
Philippe was reflecting on where to pour the burning wax on your body. Hesitating between your eyes & your open wound when a red furry came crashing onto him.
Too focused on you, he hadn’t seen Joker approaching. But now he couldn’t miss the rage in which the other hunter came at him. No amount of rules or unknown forces in the manor could save Philippe from his wrath.
Joker had come just in time to see you call to him, your voice barely audible in your pain. His vision had turned red in an instant.
It only took Joker an instant to express his rage, more concerned with you than Philippe’s suffering. But the Wax Artist was still in no shape to retaliate when he came to you.
Hesitant at first, not wanting to cause you further pain, but soon cradling you in his arms to comfort you. Reassuring you of his presence as he gently presses you into his chest. One of his hands was caressing your scalp as he pressed his forehead to yours, murmuring that he was right here with you & that no more pain would come to you.
But the damage was too severe, & you could only plead for him to make it stop. Barely able to form a coherent sentence. Though, his presence did give you a semblance of comfort.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make your pain go away, I promised”.
At that, Joker squeezes you in his arms & walks with heavy steps toward the nearest chair. This was the quickest way to make it stop. William had already made his way to the dungeon, & you wouldn’t survive crawling all the way back to the manor. As for the Wax Artist, he was in no shape to surrender.
In your state you wouldn’t even feel anything when the chair would take off & explode. You would then wake up in the infirmary, as if nothing had happened. Only the memories would remain, as always. It was the most effective way, but not the easiest decision on his mind. But your excruciating breathing kept his determination strong. He could either end this quickly or prolong your suffering until the inevitable moment of your death. & He was not so cruel, especially not toward you.
His hands rest on the padded bar as he swings it down. One of his hands coming to hold your cheek gently.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there when you wake up. I promise.’’
As he let go of the rocket chair, he could hear your thanks as the fuse gets lit up & you disappeared into the sky. The colourful fire, a stark contrast with the event.
honestly i just search for whatever identity v stuff i can find and i love reading fics its been a hobby of mine to read for a while now but yours in particular always seemed to stick out to me well you already had my attention with a ganji work of yours since ganji isnt a popular character it made me quite happy to see such an amazing piece of writing you made especially for a character who doesnt get a lot of recognition honestly it pains me not seeing you get more popular i feel like you deserve a bigger fan base but atlas youre not online much and dont post frequently even though i still love your work of course and it will forever be one of my favorites thank you for making it for either gender that also took me aback normally its AFAB but you made a AMAB making it for everyone to enjoy and i wanted to say thank you since i dont see much of AMAB you made one that is outstanding anyways thank you sorry if this sounds weird or something idkk it seems weird to sound like such a fan!
Thank you! It really makes me glad that people enjoy my work so much. You don’t sound weird at all, you make me wants to write more!
I’m trying to write for less popular characters. I like all of them (with some favs of courses) but it’s often always the same characters that are written about & I like to try & work with different ones.
I don’t mind not having a big following & since I’m not very active it’s understandable. I just hope people can enjoy my work & have a good time reading. I do want to be more active & start taking request, but I still need to adjust with all my IRL works & hobbies.
But I read everyone’s comments & reblog & try to answer everyone. I usually always got time to answer an ask:) so while the writing takes me an eternity, I am here! I’m just not good/used with social media in general.
As for the AMAB, it’s exactly why I write it, I’m agender so I enjoy both depending on how I feel. AMAB people deserve to enjoy x reader works other than through gender neutral.
I also don’t fit in most usual…norms/habits? Regardless of gender (e.g. clothes, taste in drinks) so I try to make it as neutral as possible so that most people can enjoy it.
Again, thank you for this lovely message, keep writing to the people whose work you enjoy. It’s people like you that encourage & motivates us. You made my day💜
Heya, so I made a list of my personal headcanon about the manor for my OS collection. That way you guys can have a better idea of the rules I follow when writting.
Feel free to share your opinions & ideas with me & others. I love to see how people imagine or interpret this world. Especially if it's different from my own. The different interpretation is what makes this so interesting & unique:) Even if you're not into X Reader I encourage you to share if you wish to. Let's just have some fun with our brainrots.
Now for my own thought :
General rules:
The manor they are trapped in is an alternative version of the real one. The one behind the games passed a deal with some eldritch gods (Wonder which ones). Whether that guy made a fair deal or not is to be seen. But with the eldritch gods, there is no winning. The manor exists outside of time and space. The survivors & hunters are stuck in an infinite loop in the manor vicinity.
The manor is bigger on the inside & accommodates its occupants (more on that later).
Survivors & hunters do not interact outside matches. They live in the same manor but in two different planes of existence. Sometimes you can find places where the line between the two manors is blurry, or people can ask for permission & then cross between the two sides. The time can also affect the ability to travel between the 2 planes (like the full moon, midnight, etc.).
People don’t necessarily get along. Most of them try to kill each other after all. Hunters & survivors distrust each other, & the relationship depends on each individual for every faction. They usually refer to each other by their profession name. If they know each others’ names, it’s usually because they got along or they were together/knew each other in their original match/life.
How you get trapped:
Everyone experienced their actual game or games (like the ashes of memory or Closing Night stories) at first.
If you die, you wake up in the manor, somehow still alive in your room.
If you survive & leave the manor, you actually never left it. You can walk away as much as you want, but you’ll always end up back at your starting point. The Manor entrance.
For the ones who participated in more than one game, the manor let them go because it knows they will come back.
The order of arrivals at the trapped manor does not correspond to the order in which they came to play the game. Someone from game 9 can arrive before everyone from game 0. Someone whose identity changes, ex: Luchino, who turned into Evil Reptilian after being the Professor, the second identity can arrive before the first one.
For the ones who have multiple identities, they share the same memory up until they got trapped &/or transformed. Example: The professor would have all the memories until he became Evil Reptilian. Evil Reptilian will have all the memories of Professor + his own, but he develops a different personality. So, Identity Switches don’t necessarily get along (they usually don’t, since their hunter counterparts reflex the darker side of themselves that they try to contain. & The Hunter’s counterparts view their survivor counterpart as an incomplete/weaker version of their own self.).
The manor seems to have a mind of its own.
Nobody found a way to get out for now. Not even Fiona Holy Key worked & she keeps trying to perfect her skills.
The time:
People are stuck in the state they were when they came to the manor. Basically, they don’t age nor change. There is a perimeter outside the manor that is part of it. If you keep going in one direction, you either come back to the manor or get to one of the game maps (How to trigger one or the other is unknown. In that case, it seems that you are under the manor’s capricious desires). The different maps exist & can be accessible outside matches. But you will not be protected if you run into someone ill intentioned.
Although time does not pass, it gives the illusion of it. Seasons pass, but they always stay the same every “year.” But never the same number of days. Sometimes winters can last a few weeks; other times it seems like it lasted a whole year, maybe more. The passage of time is simply put; weird.
While the constellations remain the same, something doesn’t feel right while you look at them. But nobody can put their finger on it. Something in this sky is missing.
No animals (other than the ones accompanying the occupants) are present. The sounds of frogs & crickets are heard at night, and birds sing in the morning, but no animals or insects can be found. How do plants even survive then? Nobody known. But they seem to be real ones. Everyone tries to pay it no mind because they fear turning mad (that’s how it usually goes when you’re involved with eldritch gods & comic horrors. You’re better off not paying too much attention to it).
Somehow, Melly & Luchino are still able to find samples for their research. But among the samples, some of them are… suspicious. Emma doesn’t seem to find anything weird with the plants. But she’s not the most trustworthy when it comes to these kinds of things. She is not completely sane after all…
The manor accommodations:
Miss Nightingale seems to run the place, but she doesn’t seem to have a mind of her own. & Nobody can figure out what her real role is. But if you need something that you can’t normally find, you go ask her. She will either permit it or not. But she seems more akin to a puppet. A puppet you should be wary of.
While time doesn’t exist, holidays can still be celebrated. Some celebrate them to keep a semblance of normalcy. Sometimes you wake up with the manor decorated according to it, but nobody seems to be behind it, & Miss Nightingale won’t answer you.
New rooms are being added to fit the new occupant. Each person gets a personal room. The room adjusts itself to its occupant. For example, Mary got her royal room (who is bigger than most people’s house), Melly got a room similar to her old one with a space for her studies & Lucky got a simple plain room (the exact one he used to live in). You don’t get what you want, just something that represents you.
The room will fit the personality & resemble their old home. But not exactly. Norton room got a workplace & he likes it, but the bedroom part looks like his old mining room. He hates it, so he often sleeps in his workspace.
Your closet got all the clothes you ever own at some point. You can’t change your clothes for the game; it needs to stay the same (It’s always the same one that you used for your original game). But you can change clothes outside them. Usually, people just wear the equivalent of the B-tier skin. There’s no occasion to dress up in here.
The skins specific to their lore can be found too. Like the Once or Dark Side, one's. But there are no skins related to the crossovers or the essences.
You also have a lot of your old possessions, likes books, toys, instruments, etc. It depends on the person. You can’t throw them away, ask Norton & Florian; they tried to blow Norton old mining equipment. Florian just wanted to see what the dynamite explosion looked like, so he made up an excuse. The equipment was back in Norton’s room the day after, without a single scratch.
Some people got maids & butlers. It’s the same one as in the games; they are associated with specific people, like Mary. (What a surprise)
Food is not a problem; the closets are always full. You can either cook or have it prepared. If you don’t cook, the food is already served at your place. Waiting for you at the table… Warm.
The games:
The games aren’t scheduled. You can have multiple games in a week & than nothing for months. Miss Nightingale will inform you the day beforehand. There’s only normal & duo. You don’t choose a game or your partners; you can only obey.
(The other mode doesn’t seem to fit too much for me; I really want to keep the hunters & survivors as separated factions. So, unless exception, I won’t be using them.)
Why do people continue to participate?
If you don’t go to the waiting room, you’ll end up there anyway. No point fighting thought everyone tried at least once. It is, after all, human nature.
Every time something happens during a match, there’s a sound, like a horn being blown. A different sound for every action (half-health, terror shock, etc.). So, every survivor & hunter learned to recognize them with time.
You can’t see the hunters, but sometimes you can catch a few hints about whom it is (Like Evil Reptilian tail sticking out for a brief moment when he doesn’t pay attention).
You can’t get out of the game until you win or lose. Survivors don’t want to suffer; they experience death & pain during these matches. Nobody wants to explode in the air or underground. Or feel the slow agony of your blood escaping your body until nothing but darkness is left.
Whenever a match starts, hunters who aren’t particularly fond of the games will have uncontrollable bloodlust. Others are just sadist.
Wounds accumulate, but you can heal each other. Usually by ripping apart your clothes for some makeshift bandage. If you die, you wake up in the infirmary. Your unhealed wounds still need to be patched, though. Your wounds heal faster & don’t leave scars (the body can’t change after all). It can still be slow, but you’re always healthy when going into another match. The same wounds can take a different amount of time to heal; nobody knows why.
Hunters don’t get wounded. But they get bruised. Especially when two specific sport guys are on.
Hunters & survivors’ actions are restricted during the match. But outside there are no restrictions. So, Naib could probably win against most people & hunters.
Other personal headcanon:
Demi’s alcohol just makes you forget you got wounds.
Emily does play the role of the doctor. She feels accomplished because nobody else got the competence nor will try to restrain her. Unlike all those men who couldn’t recognize that a woman could be just as capable as them. But she also feels guilty about the people she caused harm or death & she often overworks herself because of that. Nothing forces her to heal people outside of matches, but she feels like she has to. She also can’t completely let go of her kindness; she got an oath to fulfill.
Emma only trusts Emily & she can become dangerous. She’s unstable & only Emily has a semblance of control over it.
Murro, Kurt & Servais try to avoid Naib (Wonder why).
Naib doesn’t have a grudge against anyone. He was simply doing his job (However, Kurt’s obnoxiousness is very annoying to him). But people won’t trust him. They have the impression anyone could ask him to do anything in exchange for something useful to him. He is, in fact, not like that. For him, it was just a way of earning money & he was good at it. It’s the only way he knew how to. But now, money is useless in this place. He has no reason to continue. But he does tend to be impulsive.
Hastur & Yidhra never get less than a 4K. You rarely end up against them, but whenever it happens, nobody is fine or safe. They never participate in duo. There is no hope against them.
Theses 2 can’t get forced into a game. If they’re in a game, it’s because they choose to be & sometimes, they want specific people. Pray it’s not you they caught interested in today.
Yidhra as some favourite followers. For personal fun I headcanon 3–4 of them (they got their whole backstory at this point; if you’re curious, feel free to ask about them). They exchanged places as her main followers (not leeches) during the matches. They look like the others, but she allows them to keep their personality as long as they obey her completely. She changed their name to be a variation of her.
If you take out one of Yidhra’s leeches, it dies.
Yidhra’s followers are not children, they’re people she lured into becoming her little puppets. It can be anyone, guys or gals.
Nobody could find Hastur & Yidhra’s room (also nobody tries; they know better). Yidhra’s room is actually hidden in plain sight. Hastur’s room as an aura that makes everyone avoid even his hallway. If you’re getting near his room, you can feel it & nobody stays around to find out.
It’s not rare for survivors to get sight of the Cat in the manor (Ann’s & Alva’s god).
Nobody trusts nor likes Jack. He’s too sadistic & delusional. At least this version of him.
Memory does not have any actual memory of being Alice; she’s a creation of Orpheus’s drugged mind. But she does get along with her adult counterpart. Her memory is blurry.
The real Alice likes to entertain her, because they are still very similar. It’s a mix between a little sister & a lost child, not really one or the other.
Tracy once tried to see if Miss Nightingale was a robot & if she could be dismantled.
Lucky is an unknown variable. He seems to be from a more recent time, but nobody knows exactly when, not even him. He doesn’t even know if he’s real anymore.
He actually was the first one stuck in the manor. He & group 4 (the first 4 survivors) just ran into each other at some point. Group 4 thought he was a ghost or the person that trapped them at first. He’s a very stealthy guy; he’s very easily forgotten.
That's all for now. If I want to had some infos I'll but an update at the beginning.
Like I said earlier, feel free to share your how headcanons, I'm always happy to known or share about them. If you're not confortable & suffer heavy anxiety like me, but would like to share, you can send a private ask:) Let's have some fun if you guys are down for it.
That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AFAB Reader)
Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.
I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)
I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.
Ganji X Reader
Summary:
After your heated ''conversation'' with Ganji, you started to be a little more cooperative & nice toward him & the others. Well, in your own way. & mostly with him. But old habits die hard & it didn't take you long to start avoiding him. The reason? Well it's up to Ganji to find out, if he can catch you that is.
Rated: Explicit
Warning: None
To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?
After the… events from that night, he had expected you to tone down your attitude. If not with the others, at least with him. There had been some heartfelt confession that night, after all. Nothing close to love, but he had hoped the two of you would get along better.
The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!
It wasn’t regret from the night; you had more than enough gut to tell him to his face & you weren’t scared or jumpy near him. No, it was something else. Was he at fault? No, you wouldn’t be hiding, you would be throwing it at his face with that annoying smirk of yours.
Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.
At first you were completely normal. A little bit of red on the ears and an annoyed look when he would smirk at you. Honestly, he was loving the shift in this dynamic. You were still harsh, but there was a lot less bite to it. Unless someone messes up bad.
The biggest change was probably the fact that you were teaming up with him now. You two were killing it. Or dying like complete morons sometimes… You still need a little more oil in the engine of teaming up. But not that much, guess all that time bickering at each other before was paying off in a surprisingly effective way.
But now you had made a 180-degree turn. Sitting as far away from him at the waiting table & doing everything in your power to not team-up. Unless absolutely necessary… At least you didn’t revert back 100%. But the weirdest part was the… silent treatment? He saw you gave shit to another teammate, but him? None of his recent mistakes came with a comment. Not even a little tsk.
He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.
As for your room, well, it was hard to find. Nobody ever bother to know were you where & it turns out your room was in a very recluse spot. You had to make a certain number of turns in a specific order. Turn out that’s how the less social survivors had their room arranged in this ever-changing manor.
Honestly, the first time he found your room it was by accident. He had nothing better to do & decided to roam endlessly to try & find you. He got you just as you were closing the door behind you. Knocking (& trying to knock the door down) prove unsuccessful. He had heard sound coming from inside, so he knew you were there & saw correctly.
After that, you got a few days break because he couldn’t find your room anymore. It’s Orpheus who told him how it worked, he said he didn’t know what your pattern was, but that he knew of one. Fucker gave him Aesop’s pattern. Now he was sure Orpheus knew about your pattern.
& thus, it took him a couple more days to find your room again. He tried to go by memory, but he had to gave up & find Orpheus. He told him he came right on time; he just found another pattern… Yeah sure.
Once he found it, he tried to talk through the door. But either you weren’t there, or you refused to answer. Man, you were so stubborn. Now that he thinks about it, most of your problems could probably be solve if you would just stop being such an ass. Literally.
He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.
But alas, here he was again. Waiting. Though this time he was hiding farther away, in a corner. You would have no choice but to pass by his hiding spot. He was waiting like a predator for its prey. This time you weren’t escaping & you two were going to talk this out. Oh, you were so getting it by the end of it.
To pass time, he was trying to figure out if something had happened when you change demeanor. But the only thing he could think off was that you start avoiding him the same time you could sit normally again.
…It couldn’t be that, right? Ok he did go harder on you, put that was the accumulation of months of anger from your shitty attitude. He wasn’t planning on doing that again. Hell, he wasn’t planning on having any type of love related relationship with you, he just didn’t want you to go breaking down. You were always making sure everybody was as safe as they could be, without any regard to your own well being. Hence the awful attitude, to make sure you didn’t become close to anybody. The breaking your back part was just an unexpected turn of events. You deserved it.
Suddenly he ears the sound of a door cracking open. He stops moving & breathing. Silence. Then the sound is followed by a pair of hesitant footsteps & the noise of a door closing. Then, the footstep grows closer et more confident.
You barely turn the corner before realizing that there is someone. Your eyes rising to meet the person’s face. But at the same time, you register who it is from the clothing. Your eyes widen in surprise.
‘‘Shit.’’
You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.
‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.
‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.
‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’
‘‘No idea what you could possibly be talking about. You’re the one stalking me like a creep!’’ You answered trying to divert the subject. Quickly reverting to your protective tactic after the initial shock; being a pain in the ass.
‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.
Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.
You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.
‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’
‘‘What is what?’’ You’re a liar. ‘‘You & I had a little bit of fun in the infirmary & now you think I’m going to be your little cock drunk thing? Please. Your dick ain’t that special.’’ You continue, ending your sentence with a scoff.
Ganji refrain from rolling his eyes, but you can feel it in his gaze. ‘‘I’m not talking about that part & you know it. Why are you avoiding me? You know I’m on your side & you can count on me? If you can’t stop pretending in front of the others at least do it with me. I already told you; you won’t last long if you only make enemies.’’ His voice was harsh, but calm.
A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all of his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.
‘‘I don’t want your help.’’
False.
‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’
You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.
‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’
You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.
‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’
‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.
‘‘What do you want me to say!?! I’m being the worse person I can possibly be to you & out of nowhere you tell me you trust me & I should do the same? That’s sketchy as fuck man! & I’m not talking about the part, right after, where you jump on me! How am I supposed to interpret that!?! That’s some weird kink you got there!!!’’ You’re too taken aback to think clearly & you’re on auto pilot. Half being a dick, half being truthful.
Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.
‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’
His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.
‘‘…After a while, I figured you probably weren’t that serious about it. People say a lot of things on the moment. & what you mean compared to what it means to me can be two very different things. What you said really made me happy, to be able to trust someone. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that it probably didn’t mean that much to you or that you just had ulterior motives, the more the day passes.’’
The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.
‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’
He continues. ‘‘You realized how much time I spend at your fucking door trying to understand what was wrong with you!? Or if it was something I did?! But in the end, you’re just shit endling your emotions!!!’’
Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.
You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.
‘‘You are so getting it.’’
You gulp. Oh…
‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.
You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock the sigh of it making your own crotch twitch.
You start giving it a few pumps, before opening your mouth & giving some unsure licks, getting a feel of the situation. You suddenly feel one of Ganji’s hand leave your shoulder before something grip your hairs & shove you down his length.
Ganji’s cock goes into your mouth without much resistance. Sliding along your tongue & almost hitting the back of your throat while your nose is getting tickled by his pubic hair from how far he pushed you. You have to claw at his legs to get some sort of momentum, because he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He as your hair in an iron fist as he pushes you down & up his cock.
After a few runs, you’re able to get your foot back & start following his lead. Deciding it’s best to run along. Running your tongue around his shaft in sink with the motion. Lewd noises coming from you each time his dick reaches your throat. The grip on your hair becoming slightly painful as he starts losing himself in the moment. Heavy breathing leaving him while he rests his head on the wall behind him. His eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock.
Your own pants are feeling constricted as your excitement grows. But you don’t want to lose your focus on Ganji, too scared he might make your throat even more soar than it will already be. Thus, you opt to grinding your legs together to get some sort of friction, not caring for now if it gets a little painful.
Your moans increase with the stimulation, the vibrations reverberating delightfully onto Ganji’s cock. Suddenly, he ripped you off from his length but keeps your face right in front of it. You use this time to take in more air.
‘‘What are you waiting for? You got a job to finish.’’ His tone is without appeal. You take your hands away from his legs to give him a few expert pumps. It only takes him so much to ejaculate on your face. You already closed your eyes in anticipation, not wanting it to get in your eyes.
While your eyes are closed, Ganji’s makes sure not to miss a second of this show. His cum is covering your face in drops as he holds you still, making sure you can’t avoid it as you keep stimulating him. Trying to milk him as much as you could while he pants.
You even finish with it by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your walls clench on nothing, begging for something as it lack stimuli.
‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’ He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.
You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he get’s your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, finally about to get something inside of you to fill the emptiness.
‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’
‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.
‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.
Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. The walls shacking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly. Deciding to go for slower, but more powerful trust, shacking your inside with each one.
He keeps on going until he feels you approaching your climax. One of his hands leaves its hold on your butt, takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & breast in view of his hungry eyes. Then it goes straight to massaging one of your breasts. Fondling & squeezing them. Then, switching to your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers & ending it with a harsh pinch.
He than goes down to meet your clit. Caressing your stomach on its wake. He presses on your clit & follow the rhythm of his trusts. Drawing & pressing circles, followed by some occasional squeeze. Soon your walls are clenching delightfully on his dick & you’re coming all over him.
It doesn’t stop him from trusting into you, on the contrary he put more strength into it. Preventing you from coming down your high & making you come more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arm & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines muffle by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.
He keeps on going, his hot breath on your shoulders causing condensation to build up on your skin as he gives you sloppy kisses & bites. Not satisfied, he puts you down but keep a hold of your trembling form. Turning you around & getting back in as he holds you by your waist. His strong grip sure to leaves some bruises later.
You’re pressed, yet again, between Ganji’s firm chest & the walls. The coldness, from the new part of the wall, pressing on your nipples & making them harden. All the while Ganji is back inside you, his hips frantically humping in uncoordinated thrusts, chasing after his end.
After a few more frantic thrust Ganji’s can feel his high getting close again & with a last shove, he comes deep inside of you. Spasming, has he empty what is left of him deep in you. His nails digging in the skin of your waist, while he sunk his teeth right were your neck & shoulder meet.
You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore of the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.
‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’
Bonus :
Things that were probably said at one point:
Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.
''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''
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''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''
''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''
That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AMAB Reader)
Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.
I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)
I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.
Ganji X Reader
Summary:
After your heated ''conversation'' with Ganji, you started to be a little more cooperative & nice toward him & the others. Well, in your own way. & mostly with him. But old habits die hard & it didn't take you long to start avoiding him. The reason? Well it's up to Ganji to find out, if he can catch you that is.
Rated: Explicit
Warning: None
To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?
After the… events from that night, he had expected you to tone down your attitude. If not with the others, at least with him. There had been some heartfelt confession that night, after all. Nothing close to love, but he had hoped the two of you would get along better.
The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!
It wasn’t regret from the night; you had more than enough gut to tell him to his face & you weren’t scared or jumpy near him. No, it was something else. Was he at fault? No, you wouldn’t be hiding, you would be throwing it at his face with that annoying smirk of yours.
Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.
At first you were completely normal. A little bit of red on the ears and an annoyed look when he would smirk at you. Honestly, he was loving the shift in this dynamic. You were still harsh, but there was a lot less bite to it. Unless someone messes up bad.
The biggest change was probably the fact that you were teaming up with him now. You two were killing it. Or dying like complete morons sometimes… You still need a little more oil in the engine of teaming up. But not that much, guess all that time bickering at each other before was paying off in a surprisingly effective way.
But now you had made a 180-degree turn. Sitting as far away from him at the waiting table & doing everything in your power to not team-up. Unless absolutely necessary… At least you didn’t revert back 100%. But the weirdest part was the… silent treatment? He saw you gave shit to another teammate, but him? None of his recent mistakes came with a comment. Not even a little tsk.
He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.
As for your room, well, it was hard to find. Nobody ever bother to know were you where & it turns out your room was in a very recluse spot. You had to make a certain number of turns in a specific order. Turn out that’s how the less social survivors had their room arranged in this ever-changing manor.
Honestly, the first time he found your room it was by accident. He had nothing better to do & decided to roam endlessly to try & find you. He got you just as you were closing the door behind you. Knocking (& trying to knock the door down) prove unsuccessful. He had heard sound coming from inside, so he knew you were there & saw correctly.
After that, you got a few days break because he couldn’t find your room anymore. It’s Orpheus who told him how it worked, he said he didn’t know what your pattern was, but that he knew of one. Fucker gave him Aesop’s pattern. Now he was sure Orpheus knew about your pattern.
& thus, it took him a couple more days to find your room again. He tried to go by memory, but he had to gave up & find Orpheus. He told him he came right on time; he just found another pattern… Yeah sure.
Once he found it, he tried to talk through the door. But either you weren’t there, or you refused to answer. Man, you were so stubborn. Now that he thinks about it, most of your problems could probably be solve if you would just stop being such an ass. Literally.
He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.
But alas, here he was again. Waiting. Though this time he was hiding farther away, in a corner. You would have no choice but to pass by his hiding spot. He was waiting like a predator for its prey. This time you weren’t escaping & you two were going to talk this out. Oh, you were so getting it by the end of it.
To pass time, he was trying to figure out if something had happened when you change demeanor. But the only thing he could think off was that you start avoiding him the same time you could sit normally again.
…It couldn’t be that, right? Ok he did go harder on you, put that was the accumulation of months of anger from your shitty attitude. He wasn’t planning on doing that again. Hell, he wasn’t planning on having any type of love related relationship with you, he just didn’t want you to go breaking down. You were always making sure everybody was as safe as they could be, without any regard to your own well being. Hence the awful attitude, to make sure you didn’t become close to anybody. The breaking your back part was just an unexpected turn of events. You deserved it.
Suddenly he ears the sound of a door cracking open. He stops moving & breathing. Silence. Then the sound is followed by a pair of hesitant footsteps & the noise of a door closing. Then, the footstep grows closer et more confident.
You barely turn the corner before realizing that there is someone. Your eyes rising to meet the person’s face. But at the same time, you register who it is from the clothing. Your eyes widen in surprise.
‘‘Shit.’’
You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.
‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.
‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.
‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’
‘‘No idea what you could possibly be talking about. You’re the one stalking me like a creep!’’ You answered trying to divert the subject. Quickly reverting to your protective tactic after the initial shock; being a pain in the ass.
‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.
Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.
You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.
‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’
‘‘What is what?’’ You’re a liar. ‘‘You & I had a little bit of fun in the infirmary & now you think I’m going to be your little cock drunk thing? Please. Your dick ain’t that special.’’ You continue, ending your sentence with a scoff.
Ganji refrain from rolling his eyes, but you can feel it in his gaze. ‘‘I’m not talking about that part & you know it. Why are you avoiding me? You know I’m on your side & you can count on me? If you can’t stop pretending in front of the others at least do it with me. I already told you; you won’t last long if you only make enemies.’’ His voice was harsh, but calm.
A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.
‘‘I don’t want your help.’’
False.
‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’
You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.
‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’
You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.
‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’
‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.
‘‘What do you want me to say!?! I’m being the worse person I can possibly be to you & out of nowhere you tell me you trust me & I should do the same? That’s sketchy as fuck man! & I’m not talking about the part, right after, where you jump on me! How am I supposed to interpret that!?! That’s some weird kink you got there!!!’’ You’re too taken aback to think clearly & you’re on auto pilot. Half being a dick, half being truthful.
Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.
‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’
His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.
‘‘…After a while, I figured you probably weren’t that serious about it. People say a lot of things on the moment. & what you mean compared to what it means to me can be two very different things. What you said really made me happy, to be able to trust someone. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that it probably didn’t mean that much to you or that you just had ulterior motives, the more the day passes.’’
The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.
‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’
He continues. ‘‘You realized how much time I spend at your fucking door trying to understand what was wrong with you!? Or if it was something I did?! But in the end, you’re just shit endling your emotions!!!’’
Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.
You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.
‘‘You are so getting it.’’
You gulp. Oh…
‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.
You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his piercing stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock, the sigh of it making your own dick twitch.
You start giving it a few pumps, before opening your mouth & giving some unsure licks, getting a feel of the situation. You suddenly feel one of Ganji’s hand leave your shoulder before something grab your hairs & shove you down his length.
Ganji’s cock goes into your mouth without much resistance. Sliding along your tongue & almost hitting the back of your throat while your nose is getting tickled by his pubic hair from how far he pushed you. You have to claw at his legs to get some sort of momentum, because he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He as your hair in an iron fist as he pushes you down & up his cock.
After a few runs, you’re able to get your foot back & start following his lead. Deciding it’s best to run along. Running your tongue around his shaft in sink with the motion. Lewd noises coming from you each time his dick reaches your throat. The grip on your hair becoming slightly painful as he starts losing himself in the moment. Heavy breathing leaving him while he rests his head on the wall behind him. His eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock.
Your own pants are feeling constricted as your excitement grows. But you don’t want to lose your focus on Ganji, too scared he might make your throat even more soar than it will already be. Thus, you opt to grinding your legs together to get some sort of friction, not caring for now if it gets a little painful.
Your moans increase with the stimulation, the vibrations reverberating delightfully onto Ganji’s cock. Suddenly, he ripped you off from his length but keeps your face right in front of it. You use this time to take in more air.
‘‘What are you waiting for? You got a job to finish.’’ His tone is without appeal. You take your hands away from his legs to give him a few expert pumps. It only takes him so much to ejaculate on your face. You already closed your eyes in anticipation, not wanting it to get in your eyes.
While your eyes are closed, Ganji’s makes sure not to miss a second of this show. His cum is covering your face in drops as he holds you still, making sure you can’t avoid it as you keep stimulating him. Trying to milk him as much as you could while he pants.
You finish by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your crotch hurt more from the lack of stimuli.
‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’
He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little, while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.
You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he gets your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, your own cock finally getting freed from it’s restrain.
‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’
‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.
‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.
Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. Filling your inside as much as this position could allow him. Your walls squeezing around him in response to the unprepared intrusion. The two of you craving each other too much to care about it.
The walls were shaking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly as he decides to go for some slower, but more powerful thrust, rearranging your inside with each one.
Has you approach your climax, one of his hands takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & chest in view of his hungry eyes. Then, he takes a hold of your cock as he starts jerking you off with a hard grip. His thumb making sure to run along your vein, making your back arch & your nails dig into his shoulders. The combination of pleasure and slight pain made you come on your stomach & on his hand. Meanwhile, he keeps on thrusting on your prostate, preventing you from coming down your high & making you cum more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arms & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines are muffled by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.
He keeps on going, his hot breath on your shoulders causing condensation to build up on your skin as he gives you sloppy kisses & bites. Not satisfied, he puts you down but keep a hold of your trembling form. Turning you around & getting back in as he holds you by your waist. His strong grip sure to leaves some bruises later.
You’re pressed, yet again, between Ganji’s firm chest & the walls. The coldness, from the new part of the wall, pressing on your nipples & making them harden. All the while Ganji is back inside you, his hips frantically humping in uncoordinated thrusts, chasing after his end.
After a few more frantic thrust Ganji’s can feel his high getting close again & with a last shove, he comes deep inside of you. Spasming, has he empty what is left of him deep in you. His nails digging in the skin of your waist, while he sunk his teeth right were your neck & shoulder meet.
You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore about the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.
‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’
Bonus :
Things that were probably said at one point:
Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.
''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''
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''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''
''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''
Hello Tumblr! I've been on this app for maybe a year or two now, but I've never once actually posted anything! I would like to change that, so here's a few things about me!
While I go by many names, most of my friends call me Ria. I've been writing since I was a wee little lad, but recently, I've had far more motivation, and I would really love to start writing more! This leads me to my main point; I would love to turn my empty blog into a writing blog!
While I will primarily be posting things about my OCs, I will be taking requests!
Fandoms that I will write for;
Things I would LOVE to write;
Identity V
Honkai: Star Rail
and maybe more in the future!
Any heavy NSFW; I am simply not comfortable enough with my writing skills to do so. I am fine with alluding to it.
Anything severely angsty! I adore major character death, hurt no comfort, etc.
I love writing about people's OCs! Tell me all about them, and it would be an honor to write about them!
areudirty
dededos
jacobvanloon
yousharknotpass
prguitarman
theartofmadeline
origamiaround
gummygunk
stormborns
romaincrisis
baratheonpilled
