Diligence vincent x reader

:Fluff

: It’s how Vincent shows his love for you.

:100

Kind of written-out for today, but I still had the itch. Hope you like this :)

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Scrupulous eyes, a gentle touch—the hands on your face, you aren’t sure what they’re doing, but he’s remarkably focused. There’s warmth under his thumbs, not the cold of late travelers like he’s used to. That’s all the more reason to take his time. Slow. Calculated.

Then they’re gone in an instant, back to his work. Wire scrapes dried wax. Water softens the edge. It’s your shoulders and your eyes; but, oh, it isn’t you.

No, you’re the radiance of life behind him, the very essence of his soul. You’re his very last breath before he turns around; his faint smile.

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A Better Place

Hi my loves. This is dedicated to all my queer bbys who deserve to be celebrated every day. I love you and I hope that you know that this blog is a safe space for you always.

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Modern Pedro character of your choice x bi! and gn!reader; also featuring your best friend. It’s your first Pride being out, and your loved ones want to celebrate with you. It’s all fluff and happiness.

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“You picked up the cake, right?” she asks in lieu of a hello as your boyfriend walks into her apartment door, arms full. 

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Well, I bursted into tears. Beloved, I love this and you so much. That cake looks mighty familiar. Thank you for writing this!!! This was so sweet and sappy and fluffy. Where’s my tissues? UGH LOVE BBY. ❤️

Happy Birthday, Muku Sakisaka!

you’re older than me but you’ll always be my beloved son ok

oh and i made a quick headcanon for this bby boy☺️

Muku reacting to MC giving him a kiss on the cheeks on his birthday:

• what….what just happened?
• muku.exe has stopped working
• and then once he registered what you have done, his face will turn red
• like red RED
• he’ll start fantasizing about one of the scenes in his favourite shoujo manga where the male lead first got a kiss on the cheeks from the female lead and things escalated to…. that
• tbh he wants to do it with you but let’s leave that for another day
• after a few moments he’ll start questioning it
• ‘w-why would [name] kiss me?’
• seeing his frozen + blushing state, you’re starting to worry that he didn’t like it
• you awkwardly explained to him that it was one of his birthday present as well as a form of your thankfulness towards him for all his hard work and dedication in being a stage actor
• you could even tell him that you like him but that’s your choice ;)
• realizing that you misinterpreted his reaction, he quickly states that he’s just not used to experiencing a ‘shoujo-manga-like’ interaction with someone else
• he’ll then reach for your hand and hold it gently while expressing his feelings
• “t-thank you, [name]…. i’ll continue to work hard from now on, so that you can be proud of me!”

this is the first time i wrote a headcanon so i hope it didn’t turn out too bad

Squid game x Y/N that has Deok Su’s personality kinda

Reader isn’t afraid of hurting people, and is pretty much a criminal. Gonna do a part 2 but not rn coz i gotta go do my nails NSKDKSKD sorry

(Sae Byeok, Han Mi Nyeo, Gi Hun)

Sae Byeok;

• Match made in heaven?
• You keep the people that harass her because of her nationality at line
• She has a tough personality, and so do you
• So her little brother has 2 guards ☃️
• Sae Byeok has never gone farther than hurtir people, but never full on cold blooded murder, now, you do!
• So the guy that keeps scamming her with bringing her mom won’t keep playing around anymore once he sees his employees gone missing… permanently
• Inside the game, Deok Su won’t get the chance to lay a hand on her
• Because you will throw hands on him!>:P
• On almost all the strength based games you obviously win, years of your street training finally paying back
• Also in the bathroom scene, even if she didn’t have had a knife with you at her side Han Mi Nyeo would have still allowed her to climb

Han Mi Nyeo;

• You just know she’ll use your special abilities to intimidate other people-
• She will straight up scream in the supermarket if the lady won’t give her her spot in the line, but as soon as the lady sees you she’ll be outta the supermarket
• The tougher you are, the sweetest her pet names will be; “mochi”, “teddy bear”, “baby”
• You can be tougher, bigger and more dangerous. But she will still use you as an arm rest and baby talk you in public NSKFKSKFKS
• Likes to cuddle with you and brags about her S/O being totally soft with her <33
• Inside the game you would be as dangerous if not more than Deok Su, people won’t even dare to shoot a dirty glare at Han Mi Nyeo

Gi Hun;

• You could be on the top 10 most wanted and he probably wouldn’t even know
• You go around with him a lot, specially with the debt loaners nearby
• He could get his ass beat up, but still worries about you first
• Just imagine you sitting and him in front of you attending to your wounds, which he also has no idea on how to disinfect and such
• Inside the game you are like his body guard, right by his side all timEs—
• We all know you probably won’t make it out of there with him , so once he gets out he will make sure to give you a proper burial with your old stuff
• If you decided not to go back, you’ll help his mother
• And by the time he comes back, he will come back to you giving her mother massages for the pain, along with some meds you had to steal
• YEA IM SORRY I JUST REALLY WANNA BE HIS S/O WAITING FOR HIM BACK HOME
• Like,, he will arrive and in less than 3 seconds you will be hugging him and kissing him and and and so much love
• Also please convince him to not dye his hair red
• ALSO HIS LONG HAIR LOOKED SO GOOD ON HIM???
• You can finally leave your bad past and start a new life with him <33

Childe, Zhongli, Xiao x gn!Reader

A/N: this is my first time writing in hc style and writing for childe and zhongli at all. i hope i did a good job! school keeps me busy, so this is actually an old piece that was meant to be part of something bigger lol,, figured i should post it since it’s been so long. please enjoy! :)

warnings: none

SFW

word count: 1.7k

How they show their love.

Childe

• Ever since he was young, Childe’s life has been centered around fighting and improving his skills in battle. There was no time left for him to think about dating and such, so when you walked into his life it was completely unexpected. It was a surprise, yes, but a warmly welcomed one. Childe knew the moment he met you that there was something special between the two of you.
• Childe is a family man with a painfully obvious soft spot for the people he loves. Whether it’s recounting the thrilling tales of his travels in a letter, paired with crates of foreign snacks and toys for his siblings back home in Snezhnaya, or hiding the darker side of himself from younger brother, Childe is always thinking about how he can make the people he loves happy. Even if the 11th Harbinger’s methods aren’t always commendable, he’s acting in what he believes to be the best interest of his family—and this includes you, as well. At first, Childe would probably treat you similarly to Teucer, trying to hide the Fatui side of himself and only show you the seemingly innocent, carefree boy that he initially appears to be.

• Since you’re most likely his first romantic partner, Childe hasn’t had much experience with expressing his love. It’s there, for sure, but the only way he’s shown it in the past is through caring for his siblings. Using that experience as a basis, he shows his love through helping you with chores and making dinner for the two of you. Childe has a lot of energy, so he doesn’t mind spending some of it to clean your apartment or run a few errands. He wants to relieve your stress as much as possible and keep that cute smile on your face at all times! While he’s out, he might also buy you a gift or two if he thinks you’ll like it—he certainly has the money to spare. It’ll make his day if he can catch you off-guard by sneaking up behind you and trapping you in a bear hug. The laugh you let out is like an angel’s song, only triumphed by the kiss you give him as a ‘thanks’ for the presents.
• Childe takes his promises seriously. He vows to keep the promise, no matter how impossible it may seem. Anything you ask of him, consider it done. He has the raw power and status to get you anything you want, no matter how big or small. You needed to buy some medicine from Bubu Pharmacy today? Consider it done already. Childe caught your eyes lingering on an outfit displayed outside a merchant’s stall? It’s yours. Some dude gave you a hard time on your way home? You’ll never have to worry about him again. Childe would even steal the sun from the sky if you so much as complained about the heat.
• Your relationship makes the 11th Harbinger really happy, but the longer it goes on, the harder it becomes for him to conceal his crazier, bloodthirsty side from you. It’s simply an undeniable part of who Childe is. You’ll know that you have Childe’s complete trust when he allows you to see his battle-hungry nature—when he doesn’t feel the need to hide who he is from you anymore. Please, don’t be afraid of him or treat him any differently than usual. Although he may not be as innocent as he wanted you to believe, the goofy, childlike part of him is still completely authentic. The cherry on top would be if you sparred with him. Regardless of your skill level, Childe will go easy on you (but he probably won’t let you win).

Zhongli

• It is inevitable that Zhongli has felt some form of love throughout the thousands of years he’s spent in Teyvat, but he has remained alone for the most recent ones. Preoccupied with guiding his nation, romantic love has not been something on his mind whatsoever. Once he stepped down from his position as the Geo Archon, however, Zhongli found himself with quite a lot of time on his hands. You entered his life at such a perfect time that he couldn’t help but wonder if Celestia had sent you on purpose.
• Money has never been a concern of Zhongli’s as people usually paid on his behalf. With you, however, Zhongli wants to be a gentleman, so he’ll pay for you when he can. Zhongli is chronically broke, so that doesn’t actually happen very often. He makes up for the lack of gifts and paid-for dates with his stories! Physical gifts don’t hold as much value as memories do in his eyes, so your time together is often spent sharing random trivia and stories. Zhongli loves seeing you smile while listening to him talk—whether he’s sharing facts about the best environment for various flora or one of his many stories from the Archon War, it makes him exceptionally happy to see you engaging with him.
• Although most people think Zhongli is knowledgeable on every subject, this is not exactly the case. With time, human emotions have become somewhat foreign to the retired Geo Archon. It’s not that Zhongli is clueless about them, but his naturally courteous disposition keeps him away from their more complex emotions. He charms nearly everyone he interacts with, so he’s never on the receiving end of an argument (and people know there’s no reason to argue since Zhongli would most likely win anyways). If you become upset with him, he probably won’t understand why at first, and his obliviousness would make you even more frustrated. It might take a little bit of time for Zhongli to understand where he’s lacking, so just be patient with him—he’ll try his best to readjust to human emotions and understand yours properly.
• One of Zhongli’s favorite things to do with you is walk around Liyue. Yes, it’s relatively simple and may not be the most romantic thing you can think of, but it’s something Zhongli really treasures doing with you. He loves browsing the merchant stands during the day, and watching the lively harbor during the night, and revisiting the abandoned ruins that have deep history with his own past, and he loves doing it all with you by his side. Sharing his past with you is important to Zhongli, but he finds himself even happier creating new memories with you in the present.
• Rex Lapis goes by many names, but his most prominent title is the God of Contracts. Zhongli created contracts to govern the people of Liyue and provide stability for the nation; contracts are what allow Liyue’s commerce to flourish in the first place. There are only two things spared from the supreme authority of these contracts: relationships and emotions. Such concepts cannot be defined by contracts. When Zhongli allows himself to abandon the rule of equivalent exchange—a rule he has enforced and followed for thousands of years—it is his ultimate display of love for you. When he is able to completely give himself to you, regardless of what you offer in return, you know Zhongli is absolutely smitten.

Xiao

• Love is a very new, very strange thing to Xiao. He hasn’t felt love for someone in thousands of years—if ever—so he’s rather hesitant when it comes to expressing his feelings. It takes a lot of time and patience to let Xiao adjust to your relationship; this is all new territory for him, especially after centuries of closing his heart off from everyone and everything. You are someone he cherishes greatly if he is willing to accept your feelings and openly return them.
• Xiao is extremely protective of you because keeping you safe from harm is the only thing he’s confident in himself to do. He knows how to treat himself like a weapon, but can’t make sense of “human emotions” or comfort you in the ways he’d like to. Xiao feels guilty and incompetent over his lack of human understanding sometimes, so make sure you reassure him often. It’s up to you to help him understand your feelings better, along with his own.
• Since the only physical contact Xiao’s experienced for years is violence, he’s definitely awkward when it comes to touching you. It takes a while for him to warm up to your touch, but once he does, he finds himself craving it more and more each time. When you intertwine your fingers, leaving no space between your palm and his, or gently cup his cheek with your hand and stroke the side of his face, Xiao feels the weight of his karmic debt lessen. After being with you for some time, he can’t help but seek out your touch more frequently, and may even initiate it first.
• When the two of you spend time together, it’s always at the Wangshu Inn since it’s the only place near humans that Xiao feels comfortable—though, he still stays out of their sight most of the time. He feels you’ll become bored if you only spend time with him on the Inn’s balcony, so once he trusts you enough, he allows you to drag take him into Liyue Harbor and other urban places on dates. The first time you went out to Liyue Harbor together, Xiao was extremely tense and loomed behind you the entire time. None of the usually friendly merchants greeted you when you walked by—they were all too frightened by your bodyguard’s threatening expression. After a few more trips, Xiao loosened up (to some extent) on these dates and even began commenting on the “useless objects” being sold by vendors. Xiao admittedly enjoyed himself on these outings, but still preferred the dates you spent out in Liyue’s meadows a bit more.
• The way you’ll really know you have the Yaksha’s heart, however, is when he begins to show his vulnerable side to you. Xiao does everything in his power to keep you away from the most negative parts of himself, he would rather you didn’t see him bearing the price of his past. He knows his corruption is ugly and leaves him in a much more frightening state than you’re used to. He wants to leave you out of his responsibilities, so when Xiao appears in front of you, desperate for your comfort during an especially bad attack, it is his indirect way of telling you, “I trust you more than anyone else.” He trusts you enough to involve you in what is his burden alone, so make sure you stay by his side for as long as he needs. You are the only thing that can free Xiao from his perpetual fight against himself.

Xiao x gn!Reader

A/N:no, i won’t succumb to tsun xiao brainrot…i won’t do it…tsun xiao…no.. it’s too strong….will i ever write a piece where the plot isn’t cuddling anymore? tbd.

warnings:none

SFW

word count: 1k

summary:Dreams allow us to indulge our innermost desires, often unattainable in reality. But what happens when real life turns out to be better than the world of sleep?

Strands of dark teal hair gently kissed the sides of your cheeks as Xiao hovered above you. Trapped between his sturdy arms, you were left with no other choice but to succumb to his gaze. You lost yourself in his bright golden eyes, which stared deeply into your own; every secret that was etched into your soul was laid bare for him to read. Electricity sparked through your veins from the raw intensity of Xiao’s emotions—emotions that weren’t spoken aloud but shown through his actions.

“Xiao…”

Your heart raced as he shifted his legs, which were straddling your body beneath his. A breathy sigh left Xiao’s lips. His muscular shoulders flexed as he leaned his face down, separating your faces by mere inches. You could clearly see the soft pink blush that dusted his cheeks. Half-lidded eyes held the same fervor from seconds ago but had now become unfocused and hazy, lost in some unidentifiable emotion. You felt his hot breath tickle your nose, causing a warmth to erupt in your stomach.

“Xiao…”

Xiao filled your senses entirely; you hadn’t a clue as to what was happening around you. All you could do was close your eyes in anticipation as he began to close the distance between your bodies.

Just before you could welcome any contact on your lips, a particularly cold breeze roused you from your dream. Your brain groggily processed your surroundings. The crisp night sky above you was marked with thousands of stars and the ethereal light of the moon. Celestial bodies replaced the passionate, honey-colored eyes from earlier. You groaned out in frustration, now aware of your disappointing reality, and began to longingly rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“You’re finally awake. Hmph.”

The sudden voice made you shoot upright, which you instantly regretted. You found yourself face to face with the very man you had such an embarrassing dream about. Xiao wore his usual stolid expression as he sat next to you on the Wangshu Inn’s balcony. He rested one arm on his bent knee and used the other to support himself. After a few seconds, you were able to connect the dots and realized what had happened.

“Xiao?! D-Did I… Was I sleeping on your lap just now?”

Xiao scoffed in response.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. Using the privileges granted to you by an adeptus—an illuminated Guardian Yaksha, nonetheless—in such a strange fashion. You mortals are truly unbelievable,” he scolded. The hesitant, confused look on your face prompted him to elaborate further. “You… were calling my name in your sleep.”

Burning shame spread across your face like a wildfire and set your features ablaze. You jumped up from the ground and nearly tripped while trying to put distance between yourself and Xiao. In a poor attempt to escape the situation, you hid your embarrassed face in your hands.

“Oh my gods, I am so, sosorry, Xiao. I had no idea—I promise you, I would never do that on purpose,” you hastily apologized. Words were falling out of your mouth before your brain could even comprehend what you were saying. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you were doing. I know you have important matters to attend to, I’ll just excuse myself now-”

Your contrite rambling was cut off by a sudden yank on your wrist. Xiao had abandoned his spot on the floor to swiftly grab you and return you to his lap. You were seated in your previous position, but Xiao now held you close to his defined chest. His body felt tense underneath you. After a short moment of silence, Xiao began talking whilst looking off to the side.

“So foolish, always jumping to conclusions…” Xiao’s voice sounded much gentler than usual and was laced with hints of endearment. It was certainly a unique tone to hear coming from the Conqueror of Demons himself. “If you leave now, you’ll have bad dreams. I’ll protect you, so just… stay here with me.” Although he was avoiding eye contact, you could still spot the same rosy blush from your dreams evident on his cheeks. Xiao’s words made your heart leap from your chest and filled your stomach with butterflies. In all the time you knew the adeptus, this was the most soft-hearted voice he had ever spoken to you with.

You managed to subdue the urge to deny his request. Even if you felt as if you were overstepping your boundaries or distracting Xiao from more dire problems, he was currently showing you a rare, vulnerable side to himself that no one else was privy to. There was no way you could reject Xiao, so you began to make yourself comfortable in his arms. 

“If you’re okay with it, Xiao, then I’ll gladly stay,” you said. The atmosphere was filled with shy affection, even though Xiao tried playing off his actions as dutiful. As you situated yourself deeper into Xiao’s lap, you glanced up only to catch him already looking at you. You held eye contact for a few seconds, fondly appreciating the man above you. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

Xiao’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he turned his head away, his cheeks turning a shade more saturated than earlier. You barely heard the ‘it’s nothing’ he mumbled in response. A tender smile crept on your face as you rolled over in his lap and closed your eyes, welcoming sleep once again.

When the sounds of your breathing slowed, Xiao allowed his focus to fall back on your face. He subconsciously led his hand up to pet your head and thread his fingers through your hair. The Guardian Yaksha always found himself lost in thought when in your presence. You were the only being in his life who had the ability to rid him of his karmic debt and relax his heart. Whether nightmares would have plagued your sleep in his absence, he was unsure. What Xiao did know was that as long as you were in his arms, no harm would ever come your way.

Title:Homebound | 4.9k words

Description: You were finally able to go home, woefully bidding your tweel lovers goodbye as you packed your things. That night, however, they had other things in mind.

Pairing: Yandere!Jade x GN. Reader x Yandere!Floyd (Reader’s body parts are left ambiguous)

Warnings: Yandere, Non-con, Aphrodisiacs, Possessiveness, Threesome, Overstimulation, Tweels take their time loving you

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You loved your eels, you really did. You’d be lying if you said their height alone hadn’t unnerved you at first, though, but the more that you interacted with them, the more you took all their little quirks in stride, slowly admiring them for the people they were.

And they adoredthis about you. You were so quick to validate and appreciate them. Not just as a pair, but as individuals as well. You took special care to always look in their direction and acknowledge them both by name. A fitting ray of sunshine glimmering through the ocean’s murky waters.

Which is why they didn’t understand why you were so keen on returning to your world.

There they stood in your room while you moved about, plucking all your keepsakes, all your memoriesthat they had shared with you, and filed them away in your luggage. As you packed, you animatedly talked about everything you were looking forward to seeing when you returned, places you knew you had to revisit, and restaurants you were craving to eat at again.

“Hmm? …Isn’t the Mostro Lounge good enough?” Floyd offhandedly commented, his eyes askance while massaging the back of his shoulder.

You glanced up at him, recognizing that moody tone of his. Offering a sympathetic smile, you began to fold a shirt, “Of course, I’ll always love the Mostro Lounge. Nothing could replace it, you know that… just like how I know nothing could replace you two.”

Floyd finally looked at you, his posture relaxing as he shuffled over and unceremoniously flopped onto your back, his arms hanging over your shoulders as he blubbered against your ear, “Uwahh~, don’t leave us, Little Shrimp! Stay forever, won’t you?”

You groaned under the weight of his body, “Aghh, Floyd you’re crushing me…!”

“No, I can’t move,” he whined, “Not until you say you’ll stay.”

“Now, now,” Jade’s voice cut in as he approached the two of you before hoisting Floyd up by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t inconvenience Dearest more than they’ve already put up with. I’m certain they’ve already come to terms with the circumstances of their departure. We must respect their decision, Floyd.”

Floyd only huffed in response, his afflicted mood returning before he stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Both you and Jade winced before you sighed, your own mood dampening.

“Give him time,” Jade’s gentle voice uttered.

“Should I go after him?”

“Allow me, Dearest. You know how he gets.”

You slowly nodded with a hum just as Jade leaned forward to graze a kiss to your forehead. Brushing your fingers where he kissed, you watched as he beamed that gentlemanly smile of his before turning to follow his brother.

“When you’re finished, be sure to get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you,” he softly spoke, closing the door behind him.

And as he suspected, Floyd hadn’t wandered off at all. He stood in your lounge, back against the wall. Any usual gleam in his eyes had turned dull.

“Floyd,” Jade said.

“Jade,” his brother bit back.

Said person could only chuckle in return, “Goodness, sulking like a child.”

“Haahh?” Floyd pushed himself from the wall to stagger his way to Jade, his expression seemingly displeased, “And what about what you said to Shrimpy? Did you meanthat?”

Jade delicately placed a hand on his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment of reflection before he matched Floyd’s gaze, his eyebrows upturning just as he grinned a row of pearly, sharp teeth, “Oh, of course not. If they really felt bad, they would stay rather than return to their hovel of a world.”

Floyd’s irritation dropped like a hat. He started snickering, cackling almost as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his grin mirroring his, “Ah~, I love Shrimpy so much. Sometimes I just want to squeeze them until they break, ya know?”

“Indeed. Which is why we’re going to be gracious lovers and show them everything they’ll be missing out on before they leave.”

“Ahaha…!Jade you’re so creepy.”

~

After mentally mapping out the plans of what you were going to do when you returned home, it was no wonder that you dozed off rather quickly; the night hours ticking by.

“Wakey, wakey, Little Shrimp~,” A voice cooed in your ear followed by a small puff of hot air.

You groaned, your head lolling to the other side as you tried to nestle back into the pillow.

“Now you’re just teasing them,” Another voice, lower this time, whispered as fingers soothingly weaved into your hair, patting down little flyaways.

You stirred once more, your eyebrows furrowing before slowly opening your eyes, your vision just the slightest bit fuzzy. Groaning again, you let your gaze trail to the source of what woke you up in the first place so as to discern who was speaking. Yet upon shifting your body, you found your arms in a rigid hold above your head. Starting to pick up on some red flags, your body somewhat lurched, rashly jerking at the restraints.

Undoubtedly more adjusted to your predicament, you turned your head to the shadow looming left of you.

“Hiii~,” It spoke, tone eerily familiar.

“Wh-Floyd?”

Said man flashed his sharp teeth at your acknowledgment before reaching over to grab a small piece of what looked to be candy. Putting it between his teeth, Floyd brought his hand down to your jaw, pinching both your cheeks so you reflexively parted your lips. As a result, he was quick to bend down and let the candy fall from his mouth to yours. Upon contact, the sweet seemingly dissolved on your tongue before you even had a chance to bite back. Floyd watched your expression morph, his eyes gleefully peering down into your own as he gave your bottom lip a little nibble, tugging slightly for his own amusement just before pulling back.

Finally sitting proper, he continued to stare as you coughed back a little of what he had just given you, his tongue peeking out to glide over the top of his lip. In doing so, he giggled under his breath.

You could only manage to clear your throat enough to ask him what that even was.

“Don’t you know?” Another familiar voice chimed as you glanced to your right, “It’s your going-away present.”

You frowned, your confusion boiling down to anger as you insisted on whatever prank the twins were pulling now of all days to stop so they could tell you what you just ate. Yet just as you tipped off your demand with a growl, a wave of underlying heat flushed under your skin, the feeling that you just got the wind knocked out of you making your breathing a little heavier.

“Yayyy, now that Little Shrimp got their present, it’s time to unwrap mine~,” Floyd crooned as you noted both his and Jade’s shirts were partially unbuttoned, their usual jacket, hat, and scarf combo missing from the picture. Floyd moved to climb over top of you, one knee pushing up against your sex as he took his time popping each one of your shirt buttons.

Your mind might’ve been a little hazy, but even you had enough discernment of the situation to tug at your restraints again, haphazard appeals falling from your lips.

“Wh-Floyd-,hold on-“

“Awh, is Little Shrimp scared?” Floyd drawled, his head craning down to caress your stomach with leisurely, butterfly kisses, “Jade, come and comfort Little Shrimp with me.”

“Why I thought you’d never ask,” The counterpart to your right casually responded.

Soon enough, both brothers were caging you in with a leg between your own, trailing all sorts of kisses up the skin of your stomach. Then Floyd reached your nipple, pinching the bud between his teeth as you inhaled a sharp breath of air. Jade took advantage of this opening as he immediately tipped forward to capture your lips with his own, his long tongue sliding in to press against the inside of your cheek. He put pressure on your lips as he moved in tandem with your own, the shifting fabric of the sheets under you grating in your ear as his fingers came to glide under your jaw, lifting your head for better access. His tongue was uncomfortably slick and hot. It slipped under your own before deftly curling around it. At one point you had to wonder how you never noticed the unconventional anatomy of your lover, or more than likely, loverswith Floyd contentedly lapping at your chest like it was a delicacy.

When Jade finally allowed you to breathe, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of you, you found you could only blearily open and close your eyes a few times, pupils dilating as incoherent thoughts dizzied your head. The underlying heat your body began to pool into the pit of your stomach made the clothes wrapped around your body suddenly too constricting for your liking.

“…Hot…” you slurred, your expression deliriously warm, “Take it off, it’s too hot…”

Both Floyd and Jade shared a glimpse before looking back down at you.

“Hee, if you say so~.” Floyd tittered. Now two pairs of hands roamed your upper body, the feeling of your shirt sleeves being pulled in different directions as seams started to tear. Your neck was then met by a pair of tongues trailing wet lines of saliva around your pulse, your shoulders instinctively seizing up under the ticklish sensation.

But just as you sighed, slowly indulging in the attention, you choked. A searing sense of needlepoint teeth digging into your skin and shocking your nerves enough to force a cry from your throat. Reflexively, you pulled at your restraints only to come to the familiar revelation that you couldn’t do anything. Even worse, the numbing pain began to take on a whole new wave of heat coursing through your veins. You could feel a dampness against your thighs every time you rubbed your legs together.

The twins then continued rolling their tongues over the trickling lines of blood, their lips brushing every mark made. When they pulled away, you somehow felt so vulnerable without their presence enveloping your field of vision.

“Well?” Jade inquired, tastefully wiping away a mixture of blood and spit from his chin.

“Mm… still hungry,” Floyd grumbled, sucking blood off his thumb before releasing it with a pop.

“Then by all means,” The other directed, his hand moving to gesture to the lower half of your body as his brother’s expression lit up.

“You’re the best, Jade!” He cheered as he immediately crawled over to wrench the hem of your pants down your legs, carelessly discarding them somewhere behind him before perching himself between your thighs. It was then that you could just barely make out the familiar clink of a belt unbuckling, the protest you tried to speak with not even coming out as a coherent word. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference, you numbly thought.

And,oh God did it feel so tantalizing to have the length of Floyd’s cock rub against your aching sex. He wasn’t even inside you, yet just the languid back and forth motions were enough to stir your mewls, hips trying to inconspicuously meet his with every stroke.

Even now, watching the two of you get worked up stirred Jade’s underlying arousal as he subtly brought a hand to his mouth, just grazing his teeth on his index finger. With a pleased hum, he reached for a small bottle on the bedside table and extended it to Floyd. “Get too excited and you’ll hurt them,” he advised.

“I know,” Floyd drawled as he accepted the offering, his teeth pinching the bottle’s cork to pop it off before spilling some of its contents between your joined hips.

“Oh, whoops! A bit too much, but…” he really didn’t have any room to complain when the slippery substance seeped into every crevice and decreased the amount of friction created, moving only spurring his impatient temperament as every brush felt hot and inviting against you.

“Better?” Jade asked.

“Mmm, yeah…”

“That’s good,” And Jade had to admit, Floyd looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. So much so that Jade decided to bide his time by watching the two of you, his sharp eyes shifting between expressions as he lowered his hand to coolly rub himself through the strained fabric of his pants.

“Hah… Shrimpy’s enjoying this. I’m so, sohappy~,” Floyd lightly panted, the pace of his own breathing picking up until he rolled his hips back, finally aligning himself with your entrance. Using the slick both of your bodies had worked up, he had begun to ease himself into you, the muscles in both of your legs seizing up as he took his time stretching you out thoroughly. Against your will, you released the most aching moan, the incredibly full feeling of having him inside you foreign yet not unwelcoming.

Floyd’s head had lolled forward, the tight grip he used to latch onto your thighs now digging into your skin. Like you, he needed the extra moment to revel in your tight warmth. God, he felt like he might never pull out. Yet as his blood continued to pump all throughout his body, he never wanted anything more than to revel in that feeling of pushing into you again.

So he began the process of reeling his hips back, your body responding to every impression he was giving before he shuddered, pounding back into you so that your walls only had his dick to clamp onto. Fuck- he really almost lost you, didn’t he? Almost lost this to some stupid other world he’s never even seen before. The thought drove him senseless, almost controlling the movements of his body and fueling his desire to dig into you even more. You didn’t understand how his pace could start off so deliberately slow before his hips were driving into you every second, the creek of the mattress giving way to his frantic pacing.

Your nails pressed deep into your palms, your mouth unable to find the strength to close as every thrust would grant your voice a new chance to babble something incoherent. As of now however, you just barely teetered on the edge of coherency. Not even sure where you found the will to whimper a few ‘no, stop’ between cries.

Floyd huffed, his face horribly flushed as he adjusted your position by lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, using it as leverage to reach the deepest point he could plunge into.

“Jadeee, they’re- hah-stillsay-! Saying the bad words! Make them stop…”

Still leisurely palming himself through his trousers with one arm propping himself up, Jade woefully sighed, “…I really didn’t want to interrupt… but if you’re too busy to discipline them,” he hummed, suddenly closing his eyes as two of his fingers eased over the top of his tented erection, “then it would be my utmost pleasureto assist.”

At that, he opened his eyes and began inching towards you. His poor dear, Jade could tell you were losing yourself well past the point of physically resisting, so he decided to be the gracious lover that he was and untie your wrists from their confines with easy precision. Other than your arms limply falling down above you, you really didn’t react that much.

But wasn’t your face just a wonderful, leaking mess? Tears left translucent streaks that ran down your cheeks while drool dribbled from the side of your mouth, pooling onto the pillow. Jade’s heart nearly leaped in his chest at the sight of you, his expression glowing in admiration as he brushed away any hair that stuck to your forehead. You really couldn’t hold a single, coherent thought right now, could you? His poor darling, Jade thought as he began to unbuckle his own belt, pulling the zipper down. You just needed some form of physical reassurance to keep you sated.

So when he finally pulled out his cock, the tip smeared with the slightest bit of precum, your eyes, even through all their haze and Floyd’s excessive thrusts throwing your vision for a loop, immediately began to stare.

“Oh?” He gripped the base, his strokes slow and teasing, “Does Dearest want a taste? Go on now… it’s always been yours to do as you please.”

“…A-Ah…” with pupils blown wide, you piped, angling your face to inch closer to his groin until your nose was practically pressed against his hand. You only had to lick his fingers once for him to obediently remove them from his cock, your mouth beginning to salivate even further. The little noises you were making were so utterly adorable. Not only were you babbling from Floyd’s unyielding ministrations, but Jade could tell you were also muttering just because your body was telling you that you were excited for something. Well, with the way you were now, your brain certainly couldn’t do anything.

Jade really did try to be patient though. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, but your hot breath combined with a disoriented expression wasn’t boding well for his heart. He would’ve closed his eyes if he could, but watching you press little, needy kisses to his dick earned himself a fluster on his own cheeks, brows just beginning to furrow in mild frustration.

Yet just as he was about to try and encourage you to go further, your head had lifted up, lips experimentally wrapping themselves around the head of his cock. Jade’s breath hitched, his composure coming loose before quickly pulling himself back together just as fast.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” He lightly panted.

You responded by swirling your tongue around the tip, licking where you could, and tracing lines over the slit. While you may not have been aware of what you were doing, any sort of fault in your actions was easily made up by the effort you provided. Soon enough, you started pushing more of him against the hollow of your cheek, a hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft, fondling where your tongue couldn’t reach.

From a bystander’s perspective, it looked as though Jade’s passive persona was on the verge of cracking as he visibly bit the inside of his lip, expression strained. However, in contrast to his brother, he fared much better in terms of appearance. For while Jade took care to maintain composure as best he could, Floyd’s face exposed every one of his thoughts: flushed red as rose, tongue lolling out as his high grew as out of control as his hips.

Jade began to praise your pretty mouth, threading his fingers through your hair before attempting to speak to his brother, a sly grin etching his lips.

“Someone seems to be having fun.”

Floyd cocked his head backward, mouth continuing to hang open as he appeared to draw closer to his climax. He couldn’t contain his bouts of manic laughter, “Aha! … ahahaha- well what do expect??Ah-!” He bit his lip to point that it bled, “Mmm~ the best! Shrimpy’s just the best!! This is so fun!”

Jade would’ve commented on that if you hadn’t hummed around him, the vibrations seizing his attention at the same time the flat of your tongue curled around him like a lollipop.

Still, Floyd didn’t need any further encouragement to start picking up speed. The combined liquids between you both made it easy to feverishly plunge in and out of your core like his life depended on it, his body soon keeling over yours to harshly grip the sheets on either side of you, your chests rubbing against one another with every rock. At that moment, his body pushed him over the edge as he finished off the last of his vigorous thrusts, his choked moans echoing against your chest upon releasing inside you. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his hips still partially jutting against yours to savor the last remnants of his euphoric frenzy. He would’ve kissed you right then if you weren’t already busy taking care of his brother, but seeing as how you were, he had to settle for raking his lips across your collarbone for the time being, mindlessly nibbling on the skin.

Through heady breaths, Jade spoke up again, “Felt good?”

Floyd only hiccupped with eyes closed, forehead rolling to press into your shoulder as he hummed a pleasing note, “Try it, Jade~,” he gleefully slurred.

“Mm, I was- ngh-, planning to,” he glanced down at you mindlessly working as much of his dick you could stroke, lick, and suck on. And as erotic as you were with clouded eyes and no sense of apprehension, Jade had to reluctantly back away to begin his next step. That isn’t to say you didn’t whimper at the loss of contact, a sticky line of drool connecting your bottom lip to the head of his cock. In fact, it took all of Jade’s willpower not to push it back in when he saw how positively destitute your eyes plead to him.

And just as Jade shifted his position, Floyd also unceremoniously lifted himself from off your body, finally pulling himself from out of your sopping hole and tumbling next to you. Now a bit more comfortable, he used his hand to prop his head up so as to get a better look at your face. In doing so, he tittered to himself, “Shrimpy’s all messy. Mess them up more, Jade.” Together with his teasing, his free hand pushed some hair behind your ear before playfully tracing the bruised marks on your neck with his index finger.

“Any more than you already have?” Jade amusingly asked, sitting between your legs as Floyd had once done. With his thumb, he could gently hook a digit into your wet entrance, his eyes trailing the leaking mix of cum and fluid dripping out of you. Seemed like Floyd had prepped you properly. Well, with as much lube as he had poured onto you, it was no wonder why he had slipped in so easily. Yet while Jade prodded your hole, you squirmed in your spot, your body reflexively turning over to lay on your stomach. You were much too overstimulated for him to be doing that as displayed by the twitching in your leg muscles, the rest of you trembling where you lay.

Even so, Jade took this new positional opportunity for himself by taking hold of your hips and lifting them up so your upper half naturally bent down, face settling against the pillow.

“Just relax now and-” Jade gently murmured, sliding into your warmth before abruptly biting back a moan. He had to close his eyes for a moment, the entirety of his cock buried deep inside you as he relished in the fact that Floyd had just fucked the lights out of you but you were still so receptive to him. It almost felt natural with how much you clamped down on him. Like it was your sole purpose to love and milk their cocks for all they were worth. God, you were something extraordinary. To them, this not only solidified their love for you, but their resolve to never let another person lay their hands on you again. Your soul and your body had been brought into this world for them to cherish and worship with all their being, wasn’t it?

“Nice, huh?” Floyd nudged, his body practically saddled against yours as his tongue slipped out to lick the shell of your ear, his dexterous fingers still tenderly combing through your hair.

With the stimulation as it was, it was any wonder how you were still conscious with how terribly your blood pumped in your ears, the entirety of your body feverish and numb. Poor dear likely couldn’t tell left from right as your eyes failed to focus on anything, the only response they could garner from you being your wanton speech mewling from overstimulation.

Jade wouldn’t respond to Floyd’s rhetoric as he dragged out of you only to jut his hips forward and earn another yelp of your voice. This was it, this was the connection his physical body had ached for whenever you were near. Jade always had to play the considerate man to appease those around him, but he wouldn’t have been able to guess how much of your genuine spirit drew him in like the light at the end of a tunnel. Though it would be you, wouldn’t it? You that he would follow for the rest of his days. And truthfully, it didn’t take telepathy to see the same desire flickering on Floyd’s face day in and day out. Just the simple adoration Jade could see in his brother’s eyes as he himself really took hold of you, his thrusts picking up to create deliciously slick noises that seized all of the other’s attention.

Watching you claw at the sheets beneath you was so cute, the lovey murmurs you stammered even more attractive as Jade collected all of the pent-up pleasure you rewarded him with earlier and chased after both of your climaxes. It almost felt as though your core was burning with the number of eager thrusts he used to hold you to him. The sensation itself twice euphoric yet maddening. Every bit of his muscles shuddered for some sort of relief, his hips now moving entirely on their own as he bottomed out with every shift. His heavy breaths inaudibly panting into your ear.

He was close. He was so so close. You just couldn’t keep your hips up anymore which forced him to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Even at this point, Floyd was beginning to rile himself up again as he shamelessly brought his hand down to listlessly stroke his semi-hard cock. Your mess of a face combined with the sheen of sweat, tears, and saliva edged him on so temptingly, after all.

Your core ached, you ached, it was hot and sore with every shift of your body, yet the more momentum you experienced, the more your body craved it. Just the tip of the iceberg until Jade dug his nails into your flesh, the pressure he used to hold you to him almost enough to break the skin as he halted and released inside of you, his limbs clenching while strings of cum stuffed any remaining space it could fill. Remnants of Floyd’s seed mixing into his.

In terms of your own body’s response, the muscles in your legs couldn’t stop convulsing. The grasp you had on the blankets was so tight, they would’ve torn if your nails were sharp enough. You didn’t even have a voice left to choke on as any signs of your climax were halfway muffled by the sheets and the other by Floyd’s attempts to slip his tongue into your mouth the moment you were vulnerable.

Surprisingly enough, however, with your sudden high painfully ebbing away, your thoughts were granted a moment of clarity as you gradually heaved air in and out of your lungs. With this, you were able to blearily register the heavy weight on your back, one that was breathing just as heavily, if not, a bit lighter than you were. Puffs of hot air breathing down your neck as you also came to recognize the thick shaft on said body still buried snugly inside you. Even then, there was a foreign, wet tongue idly lapping at the saliva that you had dribbling from your lip; you shifted your head in the other direction before earning a whine from the assailant.

Piecing together fragments of your surviving strength, you weakly reached for the headboard in front of you only for a hand to snatch your wrist, pushing it down to the mattress. While a sudden wave of modest fear crept into your veins, one thing you couldbe relieved for was the weight behind you peeling back and uncomfortably slipping out of you. Taking advantage of this spare moment, you shifted so that you could flip onto your back, struggling to prop yourself on your elbows. Just when you managed to though, a palm pressed to your cheek, Floyd’s gleeful expression coming into view.

“Tired? But we’re not done with you~.” The corners of his lips devilishly curled up before he nodded forward to smoosh his mouth to the cheek opposite of what he was holding. After emitting an audible ‘muah!’, he pulled away with a giggle, baring his sharp teeth in a grin even wider than before.

“That’s-” you just barely managed to gasp when a hand on the opposite side of you delicately caressed from your thigh up to your stomach using only the pads of the fingers. Darting your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Jade crawling up to your side so that he practically mirrored his brother’s posture. With that, Floyd also laid on hand on your stomach, the pair of them peering down at you with focused scrutiny. If you squinted, would you have just been imagining the subtle hearts reflected in their luminous eyes?

“Floyd, they’re still conscious. Seems we haven’t loved them enough,” Jade quipped.

“Awhh, you’re right, Jade. Looks like we still haven’t fucked every last remnant of their world out of their skull yet~,” Floyd returned.

The two of them simultaneously bowed their heads to award proper kisses to the corners of your lips.

“After all, you won’t need to go back there; you’re part of our world now.”

Title:Collection | 1.3k words

Description: Azul didn’t think much of you at first, but now that you’ve intrigued him, he has to know everything he can.

Pairing: Yandere!Azul x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Masturbation, Obsessiveness, Azul steals your things, Degradation (towards himself), General pervertedness, He needs to submit himself to you

Azul knew what he was.

He didn’t want to define it, because that would mean confronting his problem directly, but he still knew all the implications of what he was. If people knew, they’d be revolted. Azul even bet that his teachers would be heavily concerned and his friends would almost certainly shun him.

Azul bet… that even his younger self would be absolutely appalled at what he had become. And thinking about something like that would almost be enough to revert him to normal, to change him back into the upstanding Octanivelle dorm leader that he was meant to be.

But Azul would rather die than do that.

It hadn’t been a sudden change. Azul had once considered you a normal, credible student. In fact, he found your situation somewhat endearing. Here you were, a magicless prefect amongst a pack of wolves, with only the shoddy protection of a tomcat to keep them at bay. He thought you would be excellent fodder for one of his contracts.

Hethought.

Never did he think he would become the prey when he so clearly had the advantage. But you had convoluted with that stray from Savanaclaw, and you broke through his plans, the barrier that had been holding him so tightly together. You unwound him like a spool of thread until he was nothing but a sobbing mess by the end of it.

It was then that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop thinking about what you were up to, who you were talking to. Were you changing lives like you did his? Did you even remember the ‘Azul’ that you had saved? He wanted to learn more about you, become closer with you.

It was a harmless approach at first, merely offering discounts at the Mostro Lounge, asking if you were struggling in any of your classes. You would look at him like you knew what he was playing at, but Azul was content with the fact that you truly did not. If you really knew how deep his desires ran, you would have filed a restraining order by now.

His early offers of generosity then morphed into acts of kindness. Azul did all he could to worm his way into your life. Walking you to class, reserving a booth for you, helping you study, any excuse he could formulate to spend more time with you he put into motion. And you were none the wiser.

Your friends, however, thought it was funny how the two of you would spend so much time together, how you began to insert Azul into the conversation on a day-to-day basis. It became more obvious to them with each passing day that Azul was fond of you. Yet just like you, they only saw what was on the surface, and Azul intended to keep it that way.

In his room was his own personal safe, and should anyone find out what was inside, there would be no doubt in his mind that his responsibility and state of mind would be brought into question. He hadn’t meant to take these pictures of you, but you were never aware when he took them so why did it matter? Sometimes he caught you dozing off in class, or out in the botanical gardens. Sometimes you were stretching in gym and if he told himself that if he didn’t capture you in that moment, he knew he would regret it. Other times, on the rare occasions you would invite him to Ramshackle, he would take every opportunity to snap pictures of your room when you weren’t looking.

Those were the instances he loved the most. When he was surrounded by your scent and the things you’ve touched. It took every bit of strength he had not to strip himself bare and ensnare himself in your sheets.

In the end, he would always settle for a quick excursion to the bathroom, immediately snatching the towel that hung behind the door and burying his face in it, breathing deeply. His heart raced, entire face flushed as his eyes would roll to the back of his head. He would cling to the towel as if it were a lifeline, vigorously pumping himself to the thought of you like he had done a million times before. He could have suffocated with how hard he pressed his face to the fabric, but he honestly couldn’t have thought of a better way to go at the time. Even after his session, he had to refrain from going a second round when he spotted your toothbrush on the sink. He could barely believe how hard you made him with just the thought of tasting you alone. Even so, he indulged himself just the slightest and decided to pocket the brush. You’d be confused as to where it went, and possibly skeptical of him, but there really wouldn’t have been a logical reason as to why you would accuse him of taking something so insignificant, so he really wasn’t worried.

And most nights, after locking the door to his room, he would take all the things he’s collected over the past couple of months and dump them on his bed. Pictures, eating utensils, napkins, underwear, strands of hair safely tucked inside a plastic bag, socks, loose threads from clothes, even old homework assignments. Azul indulged in it all. It was his favorite pastime to touch each one of these things, to smell them, to taste them. He’d take off his clothes and relish in the feeling of being surrounded by everything that was you. And ever since he had secured your underwear, he had been putting it on and palming himself through the faded material, wondering what you would say if you ever saw him like this. You’d berate him no doubt, call him sick, call him a pervert.

Azul scrambled to find your toothbrush before hastily shoving it into his mouth, almost gagging on it in the process.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“ he’d quietly plead, working himself even faster. “Please- I’m sorry… I can’t help it…”

He’d imagine you scoffing at him, calling him a pervert again and demanding that he repeat it for everyone to hear.

“I- I—“ he choked on the toothbrush, saliva dribbling down his chin as his back arched and toes curled. No matter what, he wouldn’t cum without your permission, not when you hadn’t permitted it yet. “I’m just- I’m just sick! I love you so much! I’m a pervert only for you! Pleasepleaseplease—! Please, I need to-! I need to—!“

In his mind’s eye, you called him filthy, called him a slut for your attention. Azul eagerly agreed with all of it, his short, heavy pants filling the air as his body wracked with sobs. From all over, the tips of his fingers and lips tingled from exertion, body burning with heat. His cock squelched with every jerk of his hand, the material of your underwear thoroughly soaked through.

Azul wasn’t sure when he had thought of it, but somewhere through his haze did he finally get his permission from ‘you’, your expression resigned with the fact that while he was disgusting, you would put up with it for now.

Azul smiled like he had never been happier in that moment, his hips jutted from the sudden release as spurts of his cum leaked past the hem of your underwear and coated his hand. Blissfully fucked out of his mind, he laid there for half an hour reveling in the imaginary idea of you smoothing back the hair from his sweaty forehead. He imagined you cooing, telling him how pretty he looked in your underwear and his own cum. Telling him that he was your good boy because no one else would want him for who he truly was.

He wholeheartedly agreed, soon watching as the rose-colored scenario faded from view and he was left with the mess he had made. Tiredly, he rolled over to pick up one of the many pictures of you he surrounded himself with. With a motion so gentle, he brought the picture to his lips before cradling it against his cheek.

One day, he assured himself, he would be able to do this for real.

14.One night, your fave accidentally ingests an aphrodisiac and goes into a terrible heat that needs to be satiated right away. Who is it, and how do they go about convincing you to help them?

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Warning(s): Aphrodisiacs, Nonconsensual consumption of aphrodisiacs, coercion, dry humping

It had been one of those long days at the Mostro Lounge, and Floyd craved nothing more than to squeeze the last remaining customers so he could close up, take a shower, and finally get a bite to eat. Still, Azul would nag him non-stop again if he so much as got snippy enough to scare them into leaving before they ordered. And dealing with a bunch of barnacles was easier than taking on a whole octopus, even if the latter was more fun to mess with.

At least it wasn’t allbad, Floyd thought as his gaze trailed down a few tables and caught your figure in the distance. You liked to help out every now and then when Azul offered a fair price for your services. Floyd sighed wantonly, missing the entirety of the order he was supposed to be getting until the customer called his name a few times. Clicking his tongue, eyebrow twitching, he threw the notepad on the table and told the customer to just write down what it was they wanted while he decided to meander over to where you were standing. Jade caught this interaction from the corner of his eye and only shook his head, opting to approach the table in Floyd’s stead and continue the order. Things always seemed to turn out this way when you part-timed, he thought. But when he truly thought about it, that was the worst Floyd usually did. Honestly, he never thought his brother could turn so complacent at the sight of someone else, but in hindsight, this was a good thing, wasn’t it?

Perhaps his brother deserved a reward for his recent good behavior.

Finally free from the constant droning of customer service, Floyd’s mood changed substantially when he emerged from the shower, the layers of sweat and irritability having been washed off by the hot water. And when he returned to his room to haphazardly throw on some clothes, he was more than a bit bewildered to see a plate of piping hot takoyaki and sweet tea on the desk beside his bed. All with a note laid next to it. Casually picking it up, the note’s owner appeared to be none other than Jade, which really shouldn’t have been so surprising considering that his brother would be the one to cook more often than not.

Dear Floyd,

Thank you for completing your shifts this week with minimal complaints. Azul and I are quite proud. In light of your good behavior, please enjoy this treat I’ve planned for you. I, myself, will not be spending the night in our room as I have a personal, overnight expedition in the mountains.

Thank you.

- Jade

Floyd creased his eyebrows together, a groan crawling over his tongue. “He better not bring back anything weird,” he said, finding no concern that his brother was going on some kind of excursion with no prior warning. He’s done weirder things, Floyd thought, tossing the note over his shoulder and accepting the plate of food with greedy hands. He chowed down eagerly, finding no fault in Jade’s cooking as per usual. The sweet tea was next, and it only amplified the satisfaction of a warm body and a full stomach, lulling Floyd to his bed after he set the utensils down. It had more or less been an okay day. He got to play tag with some Savanaclaw students, Beakfish sensei didn’t chew him out like he usually did, and he got to hang off of you for a whole afternoon. A win in his books.

At least, for the first few minutes, it felt like a win, but the more Floyd tried to nod off, the harder it became. It was like the air conditioner had suddenly stopped working and his breathing grew heavier. His whole expression creased in frustration yet the condition only seemed to worsen as he shifted to stand from his bed. Like his legs were full of sea cucumbers, Floyd uncharacteristically fell to one knee, his teeth grinding upon this familiar sense of not being able to walk. But that wasn’t even the half of it. Before Floyd could even find it in himself to voice his anger, a terrible heat flushed his veins and caused his breath to stifle.

It was so… hot.

Much like his moods, Floyd’s entire disposition shifted as his fingers curled over the sleek floor of his bedroom, a numbing haze seeping into his brain. With labored breaths, Floyd focused his vision through willpower alone and set to figure out what the hell was happening. At least, he tried to. Just when he had gotten used to the phase of一whatever this had been一the heat pooled right in the pit of his stomach, forcing the man to groan once more, yet not out of frustration, but dissatisfaction. 

Through his deep breaths, Floyd looked down to the space between his legs and noted the prominent tent in his pants with a whine. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but his thoughts were becoming foggier with every second; up until he pressed his cheek to the floor just because it felt cool against his skin. Even when a knock resounded from the other side of the door, he could barely register it.

It was then that you grew concerned over the idea that Floyd had already gone to sleep, but… you checked the text message Jade had sent you:

Prefect, while I understand you’re a busy person, I have but a small favor to ask; Would you mind checking on Floyd before you set a course for Ramshackle? I have an outing to attend to for the night and I worry he’ll fall asleep in his uniform again. Not to worry, I shall compensate you for the trouble.

You rose a brow. “He’s not a little kid,” you muttered under your breath, but the lack of response from the other side may have vindicated Jade’s reservations. Knowing you could blame it on Jade if you barged in and Floyd got mad at you, you turned the handle to their room to search for the man. However, what you found in place of a snoozing eel made your body stiffen.

Floyd laid panting on the floor, his body shivering with each breath. You rushed to his side and knelt down as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Upon your touch, Floyd flinched, his neck craning to look up at you through half-lidded eyes. When he caught sight of your form, his heart lurched in his chest and a wide smile stretched thin across his face.

“Little Shrimp~!” he crooned, suddenly finding the strength to push himself from the floor and lean closer to your body. He placed his hands on the floor beside you and effectively cornered you into leaning back if only to grant yourself some space. “It’s sooohot,” he breathed, eyes trailing from your face to your neck. “I really can’t take it anymore. I wanna squeeze you until your body’s just as hot as mine. Hey, can we do that?”

“Floyd, what’re you—“ you began to ask until your eyes trailed down his chest and caught sight of the pressed outline of his cock throbbing against his pants. You thickly swallowed at the discovery, gaze wandering back to his face. His eyes were entirely glazed over while his body seemed to lean closer with every second that ticked by. It didn’t help that he was humming small noises of eager anticipation. It’s as though his whole personality was brimming with more manic energy than usual and he was doing everything in his power to hold it back while you contemplated your answer. Even if he wasn’t doing anything, you could understand the singular opportunity he was granting you during this time frame, one that would soon run out if you didn’t give a response.

“Hey, touch me, won’t you? Little Shrimp, it hasto be you. I’d literally rather die than let someone else do it. Please? Please?At least a little is fine, right?” The more he pleaded, the more he inched closer. And he didn’t stop even when he pressed his clothed erection against your leg, languidly rubbing against you over and over again. “If you don’t run away now, I’m gonna do what I want, okay?” His breath was on your neck now, his entire body heaving slow, labored breaths against your skin.

You inhaled a deep breath yourself, your brain having tried to process this whole moment. You didn’t like the idea of leaving him to his devices when he was in this state, but another part of you thought back to Jade and how this whole scenario came to be. If he didn’t have some involvement in this, you’d be more surprised than you were now. Even so, it didn’t take long for you to finally harden your resolve and utter a steady, “Alright. Just… take it easy.”

Floyd’s grin grew in size, the sharp lines of his teeth on full display before he pounced right on you. You thought you were about to be in for a rough evening, but upon being forced to lay down, you found that Floyd had slipped a hand behind your head, leaving an effective cushion for you to lean on rather than the hard floor below. Though, that didn’t mean the rest of his ministrations would be gentle. 

Everywhere else he was grasping and pressing against you with his whole body. The moment you had hit the floor, his mouth was practically on the crook of your shoulder, lightly piercing the skin and moaning upon the taste. His breathing was heavy even now, and the rubbing from earlier only increased in weight, turning his languid motions into a full grind. Except this time, he was perfectly positioned between your legs, his cock molding itself against your clothed sex. Despite the layers, it was difficult to miss how utterly hard it was or its discernible size. Your mouth was going dry at just the thought of taking off your clothes and rubbing against each other with bare skin alone.

“Feels good, feels good,” Floyd mumbled with his mouth latched on a different part of your neck, his free hand blindly fumbling for the hem of your shirt; His fingers skirted over your skin once he had managed to find a way under. 

You paused your own moment of pleasure to focus on his expression and the way his eyes were starting to roll back with each grind against your body. If he was feeling things now, you almost didn’t want to know how he’d behave once he had a taste of what you really have to offer.

Emphasis on almost.

Title:Agent of Chaos┃3k words

Description: Jamil pitied your circumstances, he did, but it was his own fault for enabling Kalim’s behavior. If only he had prevented this from happening, maybe then he could have prevented the terrible ache in his heart.

Pairing: Yandere?Jamil x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned) x Implied Yandere!Kalim

Warnings: Yandere, Implied non-con, Unrequited love(?), Imprisonment, Hypnotism, Slight angst

Jamil knew he wasn’t a righteous person.

At times, he could pretend that he was, but that’s allhe’s ever been, an actor. Nothing about his behavior actually changed. Despite his disguised shortcomings, however, he still had the heart to feel sorry for you. How could he not when he saw how you suffered the very moment your life changed for the worst?

Jamil knew he shouldn’t have enabled Kalim’s behavior—his acuteattraction towards you—but what else could he have possibly done in that desperate moment?

It was a minor occurrence in the beginning; when NRC had first caught wind of you. Anyone who was anyone had heard of the monster cat and magicless prefect living in the Ramshackle dorm; it was two parts hilarious and bizarre.

Even so, Kalim absolutely adored the idea of you. He was always the type to indulge in his fleeting whims, so it came as no surprise to Jamil that you weren’t an exception. Of course, the dorm leader sought you out like a moth to a flame; you shone so brightly upon your arrival that Jamil was afraid Kalim would put you in his vault.

But unlike Kalim’s other temporary fixations, the man appeared… quite settled on you. It had become a constant for Kalim to ask what you were doing, where you were going, when you’ll be back. He had you in the Scarabia dorm as often as he possibly could, and offered you all the riches he possibly could, but in the end, you always declined. Were you a materialistic person, Kalim would’ve had an easy time, but this humble side of you was endearing, too.

More so for Jamil than Kalim, but Jamil would never admit that.

However, Kalim’s enthused behavior was never odd for Jamil. If anything, it was just Kalim being Kalim: The man who wanted everything when he wanted it and had the worst time accepting ‘no’ for an answer.

That was until the day he found Kalim in the Scarabia treasury, rummaging around a few chests for something only the gods above knew. When Jamil had asked about it, Kalim said that he was trying to find something that would persuade you to stay in Scarabia longer, maybe even convince you to move there so you could be with him more. Jamil had sighed before half-heartedly mentioning that the two of you already spent so much time together—much to your dismay—and that the only way you could be with him anymore was if he literally confined you to the place.

It was then Kalim blinked up at Jamil, pausing in his ministrations as a sudden, obvious thought crossed his features. Jamil had to ask Kalim if he was actually considering such an outrageous idea, but Kalim was quick to brush it off as a joke, turning to rummage through the chest again. Seeing as how the man was preoccupied, Jamil decided to leave him to his devices for once, only pausing when Kalim threw a question over his shoulder.

“Do you think the prefect would like silver or gold better?”

Pondering the possibility that Kalim was thinking of getting you jewelry, Jamil answered honestly.

“Gold, I suppose. It’s more of a Scarabia accent than silver,” he replied even though Kalim had offered you jewelry once before. Had he been thinking of offering something more suited to your tastes this time?

Seeming to mull over the answer, Kalim suddenly appeared very assured of himself, vigorously nodding his head before trotting to a different area of the treasury.

Thinking back on that time, Jamil should’ve assumed what Kalim was up to with the way his dorm leader looked when he had suggested the idea. Jamil would never care to admit it out loud, but even he knew Kalim was smart enough not to entertain such an arbitrary notion.

The consequences would be something unyielding if that were the case.

Despite his earlier confidence, however, Jamil would later eat those words at the sight of you on Kalim’s bed, peacefully dozing with a solid gold chain wrapped around your ankle. The interior of the cuff had padding, while the links themselves were incredibly sturdy. Perhaps it wasn’t made out of gold, but a material that shone like one.

Not long after, Kalim had returned to his room, spotting Jamil and instantly bounding towards the man who stood frozen on the spot.

“You were right,” Kalim spoke, smile wide with eyes trained on your form. “Gold looks much better!”

In an instant, Jamil tensed his posture, eyebrows furrowed as he harshly demanded Kalim release you before you woke up. Never before had he scolded Kalim like this. Never had he listed off all the trouble Kalim would get in should anyone find you like this. People everywhere would be searching for you!

Kalim was more than taken aback, he was on the brink of tears. He begged Jamil for pity, explained the heartbreak he felt whenever you weren’t by his side. He pleaded that he couldn’t live without you, couldn’t breathe, you made him so happy! His skin burned whenever he wasn’t touching you. It burned now. Nothing tasted the same, smelled the same. You had to be in his company for him to experience anything anymore. Everything that wasn’t you could no longer be worth his time!

Even still, he pleaded to Jamil on his knees, face buried in the other’s pants.

Jamil was his right-hand man. Kalim had thought he of all people would understand. Kalim even promised to marry you, to take responsibility for once! He would deal with anyone coming to look for you. A promise that unnerved Jamil greatly.

And to make matters worse, you began to stir, awoken by Kalim’s broken sobs.

Once more, Kalim desperately pleaded to Jamil, his quiet tone full of need.

With only seconds to respond, Jamil had no choice but to comply, the entirety of his conscious steeped in heavy guilt. He knew first and foremost that now would be a bad time for you to realize your situation, so he forced himself to take the initiative of approaching you, steadying your bleary gaze as he forced the warm traces of snake whisper through you. Instantly, your body slumped down to the mattress, eyes still awake but silently trailing imaginary patterns on the ceiling.

The sad, bubbled tears Kalim had been crying turned to euphoric ones, the man springing from his place on the ground to your side in an instant. Kalim coiled his arms around your limp form, viciously rubbing his cheek against yours as he soaked the hem of your shirt. He uttered an endless slew of ‘thank you, Jamil!’, ‘I love you, Jamil!’ But Jamil wasn’t in the state of mind to accept them.

And he wouldn’t be for a long time.

The search for you had been tireless. Jamil knew your friends would be looking for you, but to witness the headmaster, your cat monster, and even Diasomnia’s dorm leader scour for you fried his nerves to the edge of their use. Not that he suspected Kalim to be any worse for wear. The man had surprisingly been more compliant and mature than Jamil had ever seen from him. Kalim had the perfect farce in front of the others. He knew that he had been particularly close to you so it was an obvious choice to appear the most distraught. Jamil wondered if he was even acting. For all he knew, Kalim was really like that when he wasn’t glued to your side.

But Jamil was exhausted. They had yet to determine a long-term goal for how to sneak you out of the dorm, so snake whisper was in constant use. Sometimes, Kalim even instructed Jamil to stay with you in case it wore off.

A command that made his stomach churn every time he had to witness your imprisonment for long periods…

In the beginning of the confinement, that is.

Jamil had felt sorry for you. Always leaving you in a state of numbed bliss, never aware of where you were as you remained subservient to whoever spoke to you. Each day, the number of hickeys on your body would grow while your lips were tinged a darker color by Kalim’s bruising kisses. At this point, you were just a ghost of the person you used to be.

A ghost… that Jamil still loved.

Sometimes he wondered if you broke through the magic only to pretend you were still pliant to his words, but he knew that wouldn’t be possible. You were so much stronger than that, stronger than him…

He sighed, observing the lingerie Kalim had bought you, the way it clung to your body as the ruffles tickled your chest. Noting that one of the straps had fallen past your shoulder, he opted to adjust it for you. An action that led him to graze his fingers over your bare skin. They lingered there, your mind just barely registering the feeling as you turned your head towards him. You still weren’t looking directly at him, but if Jamil thought hard enough, he could pretend that you were only waking up from a nap, waiting for him to wish you a good morning.

It was a moment of weakness, he told himself. You had never responded to Kalim’s advances, so why would you respond to his?

It had only been a kiss; one fleeting, warm, breathless kiss, but if Jamil really scrutinized the situation, he would’ve thought that the snake whisper had suddenly worn off with the way you were gazing at him, the glazed look in your eyes suddenly very clear.

“Jamil…” you quietly uttered, stopping his heart.

However, you only turned over and started to doze off again.

~

As the story would go, Kalim couldn’t keep you in Scarabia forever. He wanted to marry you, after all. He wanted you to have high ceilings and lavish furnishings. He wanted fifty servants—a hundred servants—to wait on you hand and foot. To give you the best clothes, jewelry, linens, food, anything you could possibly ask for. The security of the palace for peace of mind.

Jamil, on the other hand, just wanted you to be happy.

Kalim kept you in a palace tower, the effects of snake whisper long since worn off as he wanted to spend time with the old you again. But Jamil had already known that there would be no ‘old you’ once you returned to your senses. A fact that had depressed Kalim greatly. But ever the optimistic and delusional one, he continued to pursue your affections for months, to bring you anything that could even remotely make you smile again.

Now clear-minded, you had assured him that it was impossible.

Even so, Jamil continued to encourage Kalim’s pursuit of you. Telling him that one day, you would relent and accept his advances. In the face of honesty, however, Jamil could no longer live without seeing you. You had become his comfort in a sea of oppression. He would be one of the few who could visit you, who could speak with you and actually receive some words in return. But it wasn’t a reoccurring situation. Sometimes, Kalim’s temperament would get the best of him and he would ask Jamil to make you pliant for the night, just so he could relish in the idea of you openly loving him again. And like every other request, Jamil would grant it.

The mornings after, when Kalim had to begrudgingly attend to his duties, Jamil was the only one allowed to tend to you, his ministrations simple as he helped you dress, stylized your hair, and brought you a quiet activity that could occupy your hands until Kalim’s return. In his mind, Jamil felt more special than Kalim. You would never yell at him, berate him for listening to Kalim’s orders, or purposefully make his work difficult. No, usually you would go along with whatever he was supposed to help you with, silently and soullessly.

And true to Jamil’s words, you finally gave in to Kalim.

It had been years in the making, but your spirit had dissipated under Kalim’s love. Any will, any strength you had, all thoroughly buried under every kiss, every hug, and every caress the man forced upon you. If you had been a ghost of what you once were, now… you were nothing at all.

Except now, you smiled at Kalim, kissed him when he wanted to, hugged him entirely unprompted. If it were possible for Kalim to fall deeper, Jamil was sure he would have.

If it were possible for Jamil to fall deeper, he was sure he would have.

Even now, he was still your loyal attendant. Still helped you dress, still listened to your commands, still brought you your every need, all without fuss. You had grown to be so mature, so radiant. Even if the soulless air around you returned whenever Kalim wasn’t in the room, Jamil still loved you. Still loved the movements of your hands, still loved the slights you would say about your husband, still loved the despairing look you would give him when he was in your presence and your presence alone.

You weren’t confined to the tower anymore, but it wasn’t as though you had any thoughts of escaping. You knew it would have been a fruitless effort. And you especially hadn’t wanted to abandon what Kalim had suddenly brought you one day.

A baby, he told you. His dear sister had passed away during birth, the death of which caused her husband to become too stricken with grief to take care of it.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” He told you, kneeling down to present it to you as if it were just another expensive gift. “He looks like me, but he has your eyes. Isn’t it fate that he was to turn out this way?”

Jamil had been standing by your side, arms behind his back as he watched you stare at the infant. Tentatively, you reached for it, Kalim happily relinquishing his grip on the child as you supported its head in your arms. Just from the atmosphere alone, Jamil could tell you held no love for this child, but you still held it in your arms as if it were your own.

“He’s beautiful,” you said.

Kalim agreed, standing up only to sit next to you as he slotted himself against your body. “He’ll be yours for as long as you want him.”

Jamil promised himself to take special care of your commands from now on.

~

It was late into the evening. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as it bathed the rooftops in an orange glow. Jamil had been sitting at his desk, working through some documents when there came a knock at the door. He answered from where he sat, only tensing when the voice of a servant told him that you wanted to enter, using your formal title as they did so. Immediately, he stood up, rushing to the doors, but by then two servants had already opened it for you, your form gracelessly walking in before dismissing them from the room. They bowed in acknowledgment, leaving the two of you behind.

“My liege,” Jamil began. “If I had known you would be coming, I would’ve-“

“It’s cold in here,” you commented, dismissing his hasty excuse.

Jamil relaxed his posture. “I haven’t prepared a fire yet. The sun’s just gone down.”

“…Good,” you hummed. “It was hot in my room.”

Jamil watched you walk further into the room, his gaze settling on the draping tunic you wore and the layers of scarves that adorned your body coupled with the fine jewelry that shone under the evening’s glow. Once more, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

Quick to snap out of his stupor, however, he watched as you unceremoniously plopped down on the loveseat and rolled your head to lay on the back cushion.

“Jamil…” you droned in a way that made him desperate for you.

“Yes?” He answered in a way that made it obvious he was.

“My feet hurt. Take my shoes off for me?”

“Of course.” He bowed his head, approaching you before kneeling down. Ever so gently, he removed the slippers from your feet, taking care not to disturb you in any way. When he was done, his second nature took over as he began to rub the soles of your feet, massaging points he knew had been aching.

You comfortably sighed, soon lulling your head forward to look down at him.

“Jamil?”

“Yes, my liege?”

“You’re very beautiful, you know that?”

Jamil thickly swallowed, continuing to move his thumbs in slow circles. “Thank you, my liege.”

You set your gaze to a nearby window. “We really ought to find you a wife. It’s a shame to see that beauty go to waste.”

“Is that so?” he quietly replied. “At your digression, perhaps I’ll look for one.”

“It would make me happy to see you settled. You deserve to be with the one you love, don’t you agree?”

Jamil moved from one foot to the next. “Of course, my liege.”

For a short moment, it was silent and the only thing Jamil could focus on were the ministrations of his hands smoothing over the muscles of your feet.

“Jamil, look at me, will you?” you asked softly.

When he rose his head, you leaned forward to place two fingers under his chin, gazing into his eyes as you quietly observed him.

“You look exhausted.”

“…I am,” he breathlessly uttered.

You softly inhaled, slowly leaning forward to ghost his lips with your own. When it felt lacking, you pushed forward once more, properly sealing the kiss and enveloping all of his love pouring into it. All too soon, however, you parted, faces still an inch away from the other. Seeing the heavy flush painting his cheeks, you smiled.

“Good.”

Today we’re thinking about Bakugou falling in love with his polar opposite

Summary- (Oh my god this concept is so cute to me ) Headcanons / drabbles of Katsuki meeting, dating and falling in love with a s/o whose the opposite of him (Behavior and personality wise.)

Cw- Tooth rotting fluff, no smut, Black reader, no body descriptions, Gender neutral reader.

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Bakugou with a shy, quiet s/o.

The first time Bakugou met you was while patrolling around your neighborhood.

You were being held up by some street slime and as the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he had to step in. He dealt with the low life pretty easily and turned around to see if you were ok, but all he saw was a flash of brown as you made some type of speed dash away from him. Of course he followed you because who the fuck do you think you’re running away from, after he just made your life fucking easier?

“Come back here and say thank you -you little shit!” He screamed turning the corner, hot on your trail.

You were panicking and out of breath , fumbling with your keys by the time he finally caught up to you. “Hey, did you fucking -

He stopped mid sentence seeing how distraught you were, you were shaking like you had seen a ghost and he was pretty sure you were about to cry.

"Hey, Hey calm down, I -I wanted to see if you were okay” He half lied. “You also didn’t say thankyou” He added.

“Yeah -I-Um did”

For a second Katsuki’s not sure you said anything at all, You’re like a fucking church mouse.

A cute church mouse, He notes.

“No the fuck you didn’t, don’t fucking lie to me extra!” He growls.

That seems to push you over the edge, the tears you were so poorly holding back now freely streaming down.

“I- I’m sorry, I- youre-Ive never seen a pro hero so-so close and - and you trailed off, choking on the knot no doubt forming in your throat.

Now he felt like shit.

Typically Bakugou fucking hated crybaby’s, but making you cry actually made him feel as if he really fucked up.

” its fine -Just -Just be careful.“ Bakugou said, already backing away from your house.

—

He ran into you a lot after that since his Agency had him stationed in your neighborhood for patrols. It totally isn’t because He’s been purposely swapping patrols shift with shitty hair so he can stay close to you.

He managed to get your name out of you after like the third time he bumped into you and offered to take you out for coffee as a way to apologize for

"Being such an asshole to you before.”

He would never admit it but when you gave him a faint “Sure” his heart did that fluttering shit that he thought only happened in movies.

—

Since the coffee shop date apology Katsuki found himself warming up to you.

You were so fucking small. Not exactly in physical stature -but in presence. People seemed to walk over you, fuck you over, and try to pull shit on you because of how reserved you were. It also didn’t help that you were a foreigner living in a shittier part of Musutafu.

He had an urge to fucking protect you or something.

And He was thinking you were starting to at warm up to him too, instead of flinching away from him and avoiding eye contact you would greet him with a energetic “Katsuki-kun” and a friendly hug.

He kind of wished things weren’t just friendly, but he knew if he approached you dead on he would probably scare you off or some shit, so he tries to ease into it slowly.

Giving you his hoodies.

Volunteering to spend the night at your place so you could sleep without the fear of a thug breaking down your door.

Spending most of his time away from the agency with you.

You were oblivious as fuck though , which he kinda expected , so after a while he just flat out ask you.

He didn’t think it was possible for you to stutter over your words more than you already did, but he was pleased to receive a shaky “Yes of course” In response.

—

Katsuki thinks of himself as your protector and your boyfriend once you guys start officially dating.

He knows its probably corny as fuck, but he cant help it. The contrast between you too makes him soft. -not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

No one tries to swindle you out of shit when He’s around, which makes things like running errands so much easier and its been months since a mugger has even looked your way.

Eventually He brings up the idea of you moving in with him, despite your cries about “Not wanting to be trouble for him.”

But he assures you that “You wouldn’t be fucking trouble and he wouldn’t have fucking asked you if he didn’t want you to.”

—

After you move in with him I, he tries to adjust his lifestyle for you. He attempts to take curse words out of his vocabulary, well as much as he can, and tone down his explosive attitude for your sake, to avoid any more occurrences like the first time you met.

The honeymoon phase has him floating. Both Denki and shitty hair have commented on how clear his skins gotten-which is thanks to your shae butter-and how much nicer he seems now. He cant remember the last time he’s threatened to kill someone, and he feels like hemighteven be able to do a press conference with shitty Deku without cursing him out.

ok maybe that’s stretching it-but still.

Even after the honey moon phase ends he’s still ecstatic to be with you. Its kinda confusing as to why someone so soft and gentle as yourself could put up with a thunderous son of a bitch like him, but instead of questioning it he chooses to just be thankful.

and Hes very thankful.

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Notes and reblogs are always welcome babes!

surprise!

-> Pairing: boyfriend!Felix x gn!reader

-> Genre: fluff, suggestive

-> Word Count: 0.8k

-> Notes: mentions of a knife cutting a book open(?),slightly suggestive, masseuse felix

a/n: I’m not sure about this one, let me know what you think !!

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“What is it?” you asked curiously as the blonde man ran from the front door into the living room with a package in hand, his smile wide as he let out a series of giggles.

“A surprise,” he replied, cryptically. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you watched him grab a knife to open the package with. The blade effortlessly sliced through the tape, making it easy for Felix to open the box and reveal what was inside. The man pulled out a bottle and you could make out that there was some type of liquid inside.

“What’s that?” You asked as you stood from your place on the couch and made your way to your boyfriend, stopping beside him and peering down into the box that held a few similar looking containers.

“Oils,” he replied, your brows furrowed in confusion so Felix screwed open the lid off one of the bottles and held it out to you, you stared at the container, unsure of what the blonde man wanted you to do, “Smell it, it’s nice,” he smiled as he still held it out to you. You brought your face closer to the bottle and as soon as you did you could smell the sweet, nutty aroma of the oil.

“Ooh, that’s so nice,” you spoke before going back in for another smell of Felix’s new oil.

“You wanna try it out with me,” Felix spoke, his tone lowered slightly.

“You were going to cook? What were you thinking?” Felix blinked in confusion at your words. “I’d love some chicken right now,” you voiced, completely oblivious to the man who was now holding back his laughter. When Felix shook his head at you, fond smile on his lips you spoke again, “What?”

“They’re not for cooking, baby,” the man said as he grabbed your hand with the one that was currently not holding the oil. “Come on, I’ll show you,” Felix continued as he led you through to your bedroom. The realisation seemed to click instantaneously as soon as you stepped through the threshold of your bedroom and suddenly you were hyper-aware of how Felix’s fingers wrapped around yours so securely. The blonde turned around as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed, pushing you to sit down on the edge.

“One second,” he rushed before sprinting out of the room, coming back with a towel in hand and spreading it out on the bed. Felix turned his eyes back to yours and smiled down at you, his fingers reached for the hem of your t-shirt, “Can I?” he asked, you nodded instantaneously. Your boyfriend pulled the fabric over your head carefully but still made a mess of your hair, he let out an airy chuckle as he patted the hair back in place and you used this time to admire his face. His smile was wide and his eyes seemed to shine brightly, despite their deep brown colour. His features were dotted with soft freckles that were even more obvious in the summer. You loved to trace along them, connecting each one like stars, pointing out strange shapes that actually look nothing like anything. Felix took your hand once again, pulling you to stand with him. You stared into his eyes as he smiled softly at you, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to stand with your back towards him.

“Lay back and relax,” he whispered, the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You obliged without hesitation, laying down with your chest against the fabric of the towel. You felt Felix get on the bed too, his legs resting on either side of your thighs. You heard the unscrewing on the bottle and closed your eyes in anticipation of your boyfriend’s hands. Felix’s warm hands met the soft skin of your back, his fingers danced carefully along the skin, trailing slowly down the line of your spine. You hummed in delight as his hands spread out, gliding along your shoulder blades and then your shoulders, ridding you of any knots you had. The sweet smell of the oil and the feeling of Felix’s hands exploring the plains of your back were almost hypnotic, sending you into a trance, the only thing breaking you from that trance was Felix’s deep tone, “That feel good?” he asked, there was something so soothing about his rich voice.

You could barely utter out a response, you simply let out an “Mhmhm,” you were in utter bliss, almost falling asleep until Felix’s hand kept going lower, exploring the curve and swell of your backside and hips. His warm hands seemed to burn now, becoming almost unbearable. You let out a whine and there was no doubt in your mind that Felix knew exactly what he was doing.

“Turn around, I want to see your face, beautiful,” he spoke, his tone even deeper than before and you wondered how that was possible. The sound was utterly entrancing though and you quickly flipped your body over so you could see his face, his lips pulled up in a smug smirk as he shifted himself up your body so that he could close the distance between your faces, his plush lips meeting yours in a fervent kiss.

ianlovee:

hello! my name is Ian. I’m a mlm/nblm blog, and I write top/dom male reader! I write for:

• marvel (mostly for dr strange, tony stark, loki)
• demon slayer (mostly for giyuu and rengoku)
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iWILL NOTwrite: non con(r4pe), piss kinks, female sub reader, smut for minor characters

IWILLwrite: top male/gn reader, angst fluff or smut

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fandom: genshin impact
characters: diluc raginvindir
pairing: sub!diluc x dom!gn!reader
warnings: nsfw content, mdni. usage of camers/exhibitionism, slight degradation (the usage of “slut” once)
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wc: 1.2k

The shutter of the Kamera in your hands filled the room, the color on Diluc’s cheeks darkening to a shade almost comparable to the fiery red of his hair that was splayed out on the white sheets below the two of you. He hadn’t been keen on the idea of you having photographic evidence of the things the two of you do in the bedroom, but the second the lens was pointing at him, it came naturally to him. Like he was made to be spread out for all to see, for everyone to cherish how prettyhe looked while he was begging for you to touch him more. 

“Please…hng… please. You’ve gone so long without touching me. I can’t handle it anymore, please.” Diluc’s voice was barely above a whisper, causing you to lean in while he spoke to grace your senses with the whininess that filled his tone.

The way he was begging almost got you to cave and set down the Kamera, but there was this twinge in your mind that wanted to torture him even more. You wanted him to unravel before your very eyes like he always did when you were in bed with him. The idea of pictures being taken of him was obviously making him shy, but that wasn’t going to work. Shyness had no place in the bedroom when you were in control.

“Now, pretty boy… is that anyway to ask for what you want?” The smirk on your lips was overly prevalent by the snarky tone to your voice, a tone you knew would just make Diluc crumble.

The way his eyes widened at your words and immediately drooped half closed in a haze of lust had you proving once again, that just the slightest bit of coyness in your tone while speaking to him was enough to almost get him off without a single touch. He let out a heavy breath before he could look back up at you, looking anywhere but your eyes for a brief moment as he mustered up the courage to speak.

“Can you please touch me…? Please. I need you more than anything…” Diluc’s cheeks had already been flushed a faint pink, but as he turned his head to the side to break eye contact with you, the color visibly darkend, “I want … I want you to use me and let me cum.”

Diluc’s voice broke into a soft whisper at his last request, and if you had been any more cruel you would’ve asked him to repeat himself again. But he had already done sowell for you through the evening, that it was time for a reward now. Only he wasn’t aware that you were still going to use the Kamera on him through it all. In fact, you were even going to have him taking the pictures.

With a grin curving up the corners of your lips, you sat the Kamera down next to Diluc, a quick nod of your head acknowledging his request for you to touch him more. Even if he was the weak one for your touch, you were the weak one when it came to his begging; with his pupils blown wide and his lips parted, heavy breaths breaking his speech and causing his voice to hitch, it was nearly impossible to deny him of anythinghe asked for. You were more than happy to just satisfy yourself by hearing him moan your name as you stroked his cock.

Diluc let out a sigh of pleasure past his parted lips when your fingers loosely wrapped around his shaft, thumb teasing the tip of his length to gather the precum that had formed through your teasing and torture. With a soft hum and your head tipped to the side as you curiously examined his features, a soft laugh emitted from your throat as you stilled the movement of your fingers against him.

“You thought I’d give you what you want that easily, darling?” Your words came out as a teasing coo, shaking your head while your free hand headed to the Kamera to nudge it closer to Diluc’s side, “do you expect that I wouldn’t want this on film too? Go ahead, pick it up.”

If you had thought his eyes were wide before, the sound of your request had the look of shock plastered across his features. Shock and borderline denial always looked so good on him, you knew he would eventually settle on acceptance. And in no time, his fingers were grasping for the Kamera you had nudged towards him. After nearly dropping the object a few times, he was finally pointing the lens down towards your hand wrapped around his cock, and you just knew his sculpted torso was in the frame as well.

A quick mumble of praises for Diluc came from you before you started stroking his cock, soft hums falling from your lips were matched with loud moans from Dilucs. Shaky hands were hitting the shutter button the Kamera almost every second, and you thought you’d have to tell him to slow down to preserve film space, but once his mind wrapped around the feeling of your hand moving against him he toned down on the amount of pictures taken. 

“You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” You whispered out, gazing up at him through your eyelashes, “you’re taking pictures of me stroking your cock like this is what you were made to do…”

Diluc stared you down as you spoke, hips bucking up off the bed with every word you said, encouraging you to speak more with a few extra pictures taken. You knew you were right about him being a natural at this as he looked away from the camera to capture the best angles, his legs shifting on the mattress to spread out his legs more. He liked being on display, clearly.

“I’m gonna… hng…” Diluc was cut off quickly by a loud moan of your name as your pace quickened, back arching off the mattress in response to your touch. He was alwaysso reactive and sensitive.

“Come on, pretty boy, cum for me.” There was an edge of want in your voice. You wanted to see him unravel before you in this situation, you wanted to see him vulnerable enough to cum while he had the thought in his mind that he was on camera.

And that was exactly what he did. His moans were quick to become whines and whimpers, hips rolling as he thrust into your hand after reaching his orgasm. The amount of cum that covered his chest with each pump was the most you had seen out of him in awhile, a reminder that you needed to do this more often and get him to take more breaks from work so hewasn’t so worked up all the time.

Thinking that he was done, he sat the Kamera down next to him as he melted into the mattress. You quickly corrected this behavior and picked up the Kamera off the bed, aiming it to perfectly frame his cum-covered torso.

“This may be the memory I need the most from you, pretty boy…” The click of the shutter just barely opened his closed eyes to look up at you, his cheeks flaring a bright red once again, “how can I let such a pretty sight go to waste?”

viktor x sleepy!reader hcs

[ vik lives in my mind rent-free and i would do anything for this white man ANYWAYS- ]

+whenever he’s working in the lab (basically 24/7), you come in and pass out on the couch, you’re actually the reason why there’s a couch there, it would be cruel of him to let you keep sleeping in uncomfortable chairs

+the sounds of his pencils scratching his notebooks and the sparks and clangs of his tinkering are like lullabies, he used to try to be as quiet as possible whenever you fell asleep in his lab but you insisted that the background noise was nice

+nah bc this man would be trying so hard to hammer nails or use blowtorches in slow motion as if that would make it quieter

+when you get closer in your relationship, you spend less time laying on the couch and more time on his lap ayOOOO

+he says you’re distracting him from his work but if you dare try to get off of him he will pull you back down at the speed of light (he’s so touch starved but you probably are too LMAO)

+leaves little kisses on your temples and absolutely adores your light snores, sometimes pauses whatever he’s doing just to admire how peaceful you look

+he appreciates when you stay awake to listen to him talk about his observations and discoveries and mindless rambling, you rarely understand what he’s talking about but you enjoy hearing him talk nonetheless

+he thinks it’s kind of perfect how low-maintenance you are, all he needs to do is let you relax in his lap and narrate his actions in that beautiful smooth czech accent of his in your ears and you’re happy AND he can still get his work done (work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)

+when he (an extremely rare occurrence) finally takes breaks, you pull him onto the couch and force him to take a nap with you, this man truly needs it- have you SEEN his eyes

+most of the time he’s the big spoon bc he’s most likely taller than you and it’s more comfortable- but also because it makes it easier for him to escape your grasp if he needs to get back to work even though it pains him to do so

+hold him sometimes tho, he needs it

+jayce will sometimes walk in to talk to viktor but immediately halts in his tracks if he sees you two sleeping peacefully, he’s grateful that his fellow hextech partner has someone like you to take care of him

Waking you up from a nap w/ Lunas favorites

Hi I just woke up from and nap and feel all toasty and sweet so here’s some total self indulgence, love you bbys

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Din Djarin

When Din comes dragging ass back into the hull of his new ship it still feels like it’s not his home. Things are different now with the new ship and the lack of Grogu and he craves something familiar. Thank the maker you decided to stick around. You and Din have become progressively closer and more intimate ever since you lost a crew member. This is nothing new to you both, Din actively seeking you out he finally comes across you napping in your now shared bunk. His heart blooms with warmth as he begins to strip off his armor. He doesn’t say anything just slides into the bunk with you, forcing you to make room for his bigger form. You wake up from that, snuggling deeper into his chest while mumbling questions on how his day went. He will just hum into your neck his confirmation, again he’s not too chatty.

Pero Tovar

Color him green with envy when he comes in from the blistering heat to find you napping with the thinner blanket you use for the summer. He will scowl at you while you rest even though he thinks you are the sweetest thing to ever live. Expect some mild wind knocked out of you because he will fall into bed and thus on top of you grumbling how you need to move over and make some room. You can whine and complain all you want, you will be met with is a sharp “shut up I’m trying to sleep”

Max Phillips

He’s so annoying. You know this, I know this, it’s just in his DNA. Expect to be spooked awake by the feeling of deaths hands creeping up your back or sides. Max cannot keep his hands to himself so when he walks in to find you napping after he just got back from work he’s definitely leaping at the opportunity to feel you up. He always starts at the top of your back or chest and slithers his pervy hands down to grope at your crotch or ass depending on how you are sleeping. And yes, his hands are fucking freezing and yes, he will always cackle when you jump awake.

Ezra (prospect)

He has two modes when he comes across you all soft and sweet napping away. Horny mode and or sweet mode. Horney mode happens usually after a successful day, he has that high off of finding a plentiful harvest and what is a better way to celebrate then to slide up behind you in bed and coo you awake while feeling up your body. Or sweet mode when he’s dead ass tired (that’s a lot of the time). That’s when he will wake you up for comfort because he can kind turn into a dramatic melodrama of a man at times and just needs to feel how warm and soft you are.

Once upon a time, you were told, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” It was a phrase that’s true meaning eluded you for the longest time, and only until now did it truly make sense. 

The snow had soaked through your socks long ago, your toes feeling stiff and uncomfortable as you moved. The hole in your boots that you swore you would get sewn ended up never getting sewn at all, allowing chunks of snow and ice to make their way into the soles as you searched. For what? 

Well, you weren’t sure anymore.

Dead soldiers, live ones, dead enemies, live enemies, remains, lack of… 

Pausing your strides, you looked down to your feet. Instead of snow or ice, your feet were on a rocky surface. Realizing you made it to the top of the ridge you were hiking, you turned to look back on what would be soon written into books, nothing but a monologue from a teacher trying to instruct children who are bored in their chairs… The battleground for the Battle of The Five Armies.  

No tears sprung to your eyes anymore at the sight of dwarves and elves alike carrying off their kin who cried out in pain as they got their wounds treated, nor did they appear as you heard the mothers weeping for their lost children. 

Taking a shaky breath, you watched as your exhale clouded up before you. 

“Only the dead have seen the end of war,” You recited, knowing that while you were numbed, for now, it would return eventually and be a never-ending monster that you could not banish to the depths of the darkness because you would be in it yourself. The pain. The grief. You finally understood what it meant. 

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Monsta X as types of relationship

note: i didn’t really know what to title this but recently i’ve been thinking about at what stage the guys would come into your life and what kind of relationship you’d have with them, so this is my thought dump on the matter

includes- Monsta X x gn!reader, a little bit of fluff and a little bit of smut (light sub!idol)

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Shownu: Friends with Benefits

• the type of guy you can call at 3am when you’re lonely and horny and need someone to make you feel good
• doesn’t develop feelings easily/can keep his heart at a distance if necessary, but enjoys sex and loves to offer himself up for someone else’s pleasure
• despite not being romantically involved with you, he’s not careless and makes sure you’re never uncomfortable or hurting
• kind of into being manhandled and be called upon for sex at the most random times (doesn’t mind you using him like a toy)

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Well, the last two weeks didn’t go as planned but! Keep an eye out for some more stuff that will be posted on later tonight and tomorrow! For right now I’m back with another matchup! Featuring Louie the shapeshifter! 

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• Louie is a shape shifter that, in his true form, stands at about 5’8” and has dark hair but blue eyes. Since his mother was a dragon shifter, he inherited scales that run along down his arms and across his back that are a light shade of gold. While he is a ‘shapeshifter’, he does have limitations, his better shiftings being that of giant lizards and/or dragons, anything the size of a cat and smaller he really can’t do.
• If he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll take on the form of a giant cat like a leopard and sprawl across your desk where all of your writing stuff is and merely grin as you scold him, it’s his form of having fun with you. But naturally, he ignores you like what a cat would do and simply stretches out further, pushing the pencils off of your desk with a huff that means ‘give me attention!’
  
• Even if he does cause you trouble, he does take the time to read over anything you write. He loves to see you create worlds that even he couldn’t imagine. He loves the complexity of the stories and if you need help coming up with a creature? Describe to him what you’re looking for and he’ll try his best to shift into whatever it is that you managed to create.
  
• He’s the type of person where his kindness is a form of making sure you are taking care of yourself. Whether it’s bringing you a glass of water or a small snack bag, he wants to make sure you are taken care of.
  
• Puzzles? Absolutely. Though, expect him to insist he didn’t take the last piece of the puzzle as some fun banter with you, he’ll sneak one of the ones from the center away and grin as you accuse him of taking it before relenting and holding up the missing piece. But he’ll make you work for it to get it back, which usually means you have to give him some form of affection.
  

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• While he may appear to be kind and rather timid at times, that is not the case in the bedroom, he knows what he wants and he will take it. He’s sat you down before things had progressed that far and laid out the needs and wants that both of you had when it comes to that.
• Makes sure you know exactly who is in charge during these times, while he may appear to only be in it for himself, he makes sure that it’s hard for you to walk the next day and will grin when he notices one of his many lovebites peeking out from underneath your shirt collar.
  
• Occasionally he does take it slow and gentle, after all he does love to focus on you. When he’s not being rough, he makes sure you know that you are loved and that he is devoted to you, and only you.
  
• Since he is a shapeshifter, he’s not opposed to spicing it up in the bedroom in that sense either. Don’t be afraid to ask him for something different than usual, he’s more than willing to comply, it’s about you too after all!
  

A quiet huff came from your desk as Louie rolled over onto his back, his tail swiping across the desk and knocking the journal you had open off of it. You sighed softly, though an amused smile spread across your features as you looked at the large cat lazing on your writing desk. 

“Louie, stop knocking my stuff off! I told you I’ll only be an hour!” You scolded, though the leopard grinned at you, displaying large canines as a grumble came from him. “Don’t give me that attitude, I pushed off this idea for a while now!” Protesting only seemed to make him sprawl out more as large paws dangled off of the edge of your desk, closing his eyes he merely basked in the warmth of the sun as you scolded him. 

With a huff, you walked over and nudged him off of the desk, causing him to roll right off the edge. A startled growl left him as he hit the ground with a thud before he finally popped back up as his normal self. “See what messing with my stuff gets you?” You teased, it had become a routine now, he never got hurt, just ended up getting scared every time you did it. “Since you decided to be a cat and push everything off, why don’t you help me clean it up?”