#brain may x reader

[capricornlevi]

no surprises - toji x reader

wc 1.6k - hitman!toji x mobwife!reader, fem!reader, strangers to lovers -dark elements (but not really related to sex -- toji breaks into reader's house to assassinate mob husband), cheating (technically -- reader's husband is a piece of shit lol)

nsfw, mdni

Toji hates it when his hits have wives or girlfriends.

As cruel a bastard as he may be, the thought of unnecessary collateral makes him uneasy to say the least. It's messy, too, unnecessary and uncomfortable. When one of his targets has a wife there's a sure guarantee she'll be by his side more often than not. It increases the risk for all parties, whether they know of their involvement or not.

He wonders why these men never have the decency to get a divorce before involving themselves in shit like this.

And so, as he carefully picks the lock to your kitchen window, he hopes that tonight's job is clean. That you'll stay out of his way.

Kill the guy, clean up, and ideally, get out without even waking you.

So imagine his surprise when he makes his way inside as planned, turns down the hallway to get to the bedroom he's so carefully mapped this past week, only to find you standing pyjama-clad in the hallway with arms crossed, looking at him with an expression one could only describe as inconvenienced.

"He's not here," you mumble, the words laced with sleep but still pointed.

Toji prides himself on being quick on his feet, but in this rare instance, he's lost for words. He doesn't even draw his weapon.

"Uh ... hm ... what?" he finally decides, though the words leave him without much active decision-making on his part, spilling out into the cold night air.

"He's not here," you repeat, enunciating each word slowly. "Did you not hear me? Though that would explain why you made such a fucking racket breaking in."

"What the fuck-"

"And you're replacing that lock, by the way," you spit, eyes heated with frustration as you give him a once over. "I heard you give up and break it."

Toji's head could explode right here and now. How has this ... this cannot be happening ... he's carried out hits numbering in the three digits, and not one target has ever seen him coming, much less the wife of some low-ranking gangster who stole the wrong amount of money from the wrong people.

Still, you don't shy away from him, keeping your gaze fixed on his increasingly confused face.

"What do ya mean he isn't here?" Toji huffs then, finally realising the futility of this situation. Standing there stupidly isn't going to improve his image, he needs to cut to the chase. "Is he out?"

You huff a laugh. "You could say that."

He arches a scarred brow. "He's dead?"

"May as well be," you answer plainly, devoid of any sympathy or grief. "Kicked him out on Sunday. Tried to steal my engagement ring and then went after my parents, mumbling some shit about collecting their life insurance policy even though the idiot isn't even named on it. So I made a call and the name of his hotel is with your bosses now."

"Then why didn't they--"

You roll your eyes, exasperated. "How should I know? They probably sent some other guys to the hotel and kept you here in case that worm came wriggling back."

Toji's not sure why, but he believes you -- probably because of the unafraid, unemotional manner in which you're delivering this information. As though you're a teacher scolding him for a failed assignment.

He releases his grip on the weapon tucked at his hip -- he doesn't even remember at which point he went to grab it -- silently swearing at a wasted evening.

Sure, he'll still get the flat rate for a call-out like this one, but if he has proof of death he gets triple pay. He could really use that this month; he likes having his lights stay on for longer than forty-eight hours at a time, and figured tonight would've been an easy job, particularly with how stupidly your husband has been acting these last few months.

"Uh ... okay. Sorry for inconveniencin' ya," he mumbles, figuring it best to leave now without wasting either of your time any further.

He could stay here and argue more, but he's not in the mood. He needs to get back. Plus, he's already disrupted your night enough -- as curtly as you've addressed him these past few minutes, he can't say he doesn't see where your frustration is coming from.

In this short interaction, he's developed a sort of begrudging respect for this woman who views an assassination attempt in the same way most would view a parking ticket.

"Wait!" you call out just as he turns around. He hesitates -- though you don't seem like the type to call the police given your knowledge of your husband's business.

Maybe you're not finished giving him shit for this embarrassment of a botched assignment?

"Yeah?" he answers dutifully, brushing his hair from his eyes with a tired swipe of his hand, turning back to face you.

"Want to have a drink with me?" you ask straight-forwardly, arms still crossed and expression unmoving. "He left his 20-year whiskey behind, and I haven't had new company since he weaselled his way into my life."

"I-"

"If you've nothing better to do, anyway."

This woman ...

He has never had as difficult a time reading someone in his entire lie.

"Well?" you press, a hint of impatience growing in that beautiful voice. "What do you want to do?"

Surprise once against takes precedence over any other emotion in Toji's body.

Tonight couldn't get any weirder. He's sure of it.

Except it definitely can, as he discovers just thirty minutes later, with you sitting atop him as he's spread out on your bed, riding him so hard the bed rattles against the wall.

This is a little fucked up. You both know it. He came here to kill your husband, but it's so hard for him to care about minor details like that when he sees how your tits bounce with every thrust upwards, how your face looks when it's torn in pleasure.

Your husband is a bigger idiot than he thought.

You haven't been touched like this in a long time, haven't had someone's hands on you like you deserve, and that thought enrages him for some reason.

His focus for tonight has shifted entirely. He's no longer out to kill, to hurt, his one responsibility is to make you cry out on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers, until both of your voices are worn out and hoarse.

You're so pretty like this, so responsive to every twirl of his thumb and jerk of his hips.

Though -- and he hates to admit it -- you're exerting some control over him as well. His well-worn self-discipline is being tested like never before. On your couch just a few minutes ago, with his mouth spread against you and your leg tossed over his shoulder, you had managed to then manoeuvre yourself until your fist was wrapped around his cock, your pretty fingers stroking him until his breaths sounded choked and desperate, until a flush spread up his chest to his neck and jawline.

He had to still your wrist to keep from coming all over his own chest. That would lose him any shred of credibility he had left.

He's obsessed with the way you kiss him, too, so hungry and desperate with no sign of that earlier unshakability you possessed. He's sure you still have yourself in some semblance of control -- though he barely knows you, he knows you wouldn't relent that quickly -- but you release yourself a little, sinking into it with a quiet moan that sends ripples up his spine.

And now, with your hips sitting flush against his own, it's hard to imagine caring about a single other thing than the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

You take him so well, every inch of him, knowing exactly what to say to drive him insane. In turn, he learns what he can from your reactions, each microexpression showing him how you like to be touched.

You toss your head back, that beautiful throat gulping down gasps of air in between cries of Toji's name, shoulders tight with the tension of keeping yourself seated on him.

He gives you more when you ask for it, pumping up into you and relishing the answering groans and mewls of pleasure.

(Honestly, he'd give you anything you wanted from him. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you requested it with those pretty doe eyes and your lips curled into that sly little smile.)

A familiar heat curls in his stomach but in a way he's entirely unfamiliar with; usually, it builds slowly and reliably, bit by bit, but this time it rises erratically and without any sign of when he's approaching the edge.

This is dangerous. You're dangerous for him, you have him in the palm of your hand and hold the ability to crush him into tiny pieces if you so wish. It scares him while also sending pulses of pleasure straight to his cock, coupled with the feeling of your throbbing clit as he circles it with his thumb --

Thankfully, you fall apart at the same time, spasms of pleasure overtaking every single thought in either of your heads.

As you settle into the afterglow, Toji is in no rush to move you or shift himself. He runs a roughened hand over your thigh, the skin smooth as silk, marvelling at how you shiver under the touch.

He just looks up at you, that hint of confusion from earlier still present but accompanied by something else.

Strange, he thinks to himself. Not a wasted evening after all.

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #i have no thoughts in this empty brain of mine #may tries to write #toji x you

[b-o-e]

snorrrk mimimi

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: he watches you sleep bro :’) fluff though, nothin weird.

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #1 :)

When you wake up in the morning, something is different…

“Good morning,”

A familiar sing-song voice gently coaxed you from your sleep. With a grunt and some shifting around, you settled back down, a deep sigh of content releasing from your nostrils.

“G’mornin, Darling,” you mumbled the surname of who you knew that voice belonged to. Your tone sounded more endearing than simply his last name, though.

Gosh, what a nice sleep you had. You were warm and cozy, blanket pulled up and around you, arms hugged around something comfy while a hand carefully rubbed along your back.

A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

Another deep breath left your body, your mind slipping back into its relaxed, thoughtless state, until a peculiar thought disturbed just that.

Why was there a hand on your back?

Your brows twitched in confusion. Actually, let’s back up even more:

Why were you hearing Wally’s voice, and now his quiet giggles?

Groggy with sleep, you grumbled words incoherent to even yourself, forcing your heavy eyes open and looking up.

“Hi,” Wally’s eyes peered down into yours, his smile spread slightly wider than usual. Based on his expression, he seemed quite amused.

“Hi,” you muttered your reply, laying your head back down, satisfied you got your answers. Now it made sense! You heard his voice because he was here, and felt a hand because it was him. Easy peasy, and back to sleep you go!

…

…

…

But it didn’t make sense.

Why was he here? Why was your bed raising and deflating? Why hasn’t realization struck you yet?

…

A gasp tore through your lips. Your eyes darted open, and you quickly pushed yourself up. Ah, there was the realization!

“Wally!” You exclaimed, staring at the close-proximity face of your very familiar neighbor.

“Yes?” He responded.

You looked down at where you’d been resting. Wally’s body laid underneath yours, plonked on your couch. Your lower half had been situated in the couch space between his legs, your head having rested on his chest, where you spotted a small damp circle on his shirt.

“Please tell me I’m still dreaming,” you begged who knows what as a pool of embarrassment filled your stomach.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I don’t believe you are,” Wally gave a little chuckle. “Are you well?”

“I am so sorry,” your hands covered your face as you sat back onto your legs. “Oh my goodness, this is so embarrassing…” you grumbled out, red in the face.

“What is there to be embarrassed about?” Wally’s voice rang out with perplexity as he was unable to find anything wrong.

“I fell asleep on you!” You exclaimed, hands removing themselves from your face. “And drooled on you, among-- other things, probably!” You groaned, shaking your head. How could you have let this happen?

The last bits you could remember were watching TV with Wally last night. He had stayed during the evening for a visit, but you don’t remember discussion of a sleepover. You must’ve trapped him whenever you passed out!

“That’s no big deal, silly,” Wally smiled. “It’s nothing more than a bit of drool. I get paint on me all the time!” Not quite the same, but you don’t point it out.

“But I basically trapped you here! You should’ve gone back to Home, but you had to deal with me instead,” you huffed, lost as to how he failed to see the problems.

“I could’ve gone back to Home,” he corrected, “but I didn’t wish to disturb you and wanted to stay here,” he added, before at least something seemed to click. “Oh, I suppose I see what’s wrong now. I’ve overstayed my welcome. I’m sorry,”

“No, that’s not—" you gave up, letting yourself lay back on his chest with a long groan. What did it matter anyways? You’d been there for a multitude of hours already.

“That’s not the issue,” you grumbled after a minute, more composed after getting that out of you. “You’re always welcome here,” you admitted, the flush on your cheeks partly for a different reason now.

“Ha ha, and you’re always welcome here, if you’d like,” his voice rumbled gently, his hand finding itself atop of your head this time. He loved to drown you further in your embarrassment, didn’t he?

Nonetheless, you relaxed a little, sighing. “I owe you an apology, though. I’m sorry if you felt obligated to stay overnight for my comfort, and I’m sorry for whatever odd things I probably did while asleep,”

“And I’ll tell you once again not to be,” he assured calmly. You could practically hear the amusement in his voice. “You’ve done nothing wrong at all. I hope you don’t mind this.”

Your eyes fell shut. Honestly? You didn’t. Although you were flustered, consciously aware of your current position now, it was… nice.

“… I’m not heavy, am I?”

“Not at all,”

Silence followed Wally’s promise, his thumb drawing shapes on your shoulder.

…

“… Your eyes move a little while you sleep,”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, body shooting up to attention. “Do I sleep with my eyes open?”

“Ha ha! No, they move underneath your eyelids,” he shut his eyes, tapping his own eyelids for emphasis. “They moved side to side,” his fingers demonstrated the movement, eyes flicking open after.

“Oh thank goodness,” your body deflated in relief, lowering against him once more. “Yeah, they do that. It’s called, uh…” you paused, racking your mind for the term. “Oh, REM sleep, rapid eye movement,” you said as it came back to you.

“Is there a reason they do that?”

“I won’t lie, my minds too foggy to remember right now,” you shrugged with a light laugh. “Did I do anything else funky?”

“You talk,”

“Right, that quirk I knew about,” you giggled, rubbing a hand against your face, flustered by someone else learning your sleeping habits. Especially him of all people…

“Did I say anything eligible?” You asked. Most times you would only mumble, not too often understandable words or phrases.

Wally hummed in thought, looking up at the ceiling as he seemed to try to recall. “Well, for the most part, no,” he decided. “Just some random words. No deep, dark, secrets, ha ha,” he assured with a playful tone.

“Once again, thank goodness. I need to remain somewhat mysterious or else you’ll lose interest in me,” you jested, earning a pout.

“As if that would ever happen!” Wally smiled, shaking his head as he disagreed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you giggled, a blanket of silence falling back into place. You felt content, even a bit giddy to be in your neighbourly crush’s embrace. His clear lack of judgment or concern was comforting, as were his soft hums and gentle touches to your body.

Eventually, after you figured you’ve used poor Wally as a pillow for long enough, you finally pushed yourself back up. “Well Wally, I suppose we should start the day now, shouldn’t we?” Your sentence finished with a yawn, your arms reaching to the sky as you stretched. Wally only hummed as he watched you, head tipping to the side with interest.

“I suppose so, neighbour.”

You sure were a mystery to him, one that he’d like to unravel. There was so much about you he had yet to find out, but couldn’t wait to learn as he spent more time with you! So, for now, he’ll leave out the details of you murmuring his name in your sleep to save you the extra embarrassment. It was cute you were thinking of him, anyway.

here is a lil thing for welcome home B) here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me! I hope you enjoyed, likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 (gimme dopamine boost RAHHHH)

Posted Friday, April 21, 2023 at 2:35 PM

#welcome home #wally x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #yuhhhh #solid chance of me never posting anything related ever again after this cause my brain hates me B) #welcome home x reader #y’all interested in a howdy fic? I MAY have one in the oven ;) #we will see how I feel about it #if it gets finished aoOuuGghhh

[femalefemur]

soap who's an adamant catholic, wears a cross around his neck, goes to church every sunday that he possibly can and won't engage in premarital sex.

which is how you find yourself in his lap as he kisses down your neck and grinds you against the bulge in his pants, groaning into your mouth about how he can't wait to marry you so he can finally be inside you, feel what it's like to have you clench around him and watch you cum while stuffed full of his cock. until he can't take it anymore and needs to feel some part of you against his bare cock so he begs you to let him thigh fuck you. doesn't count if he's not inside you, just let him fuck your pretty thighs, let him feel the plush of them around his aching cock, please love.

uses a copious amount of lube, so much that it drips down your thighs and knees but it feels so delicious against his cock as he fucks in between your thighs from behind. the tip of his cock barely visible when he thrusts forward and dribbling precum, adding to the slick mess between your thighs as he noses at your neck and tells you how good you feel around him. begs you to let him cum as his grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into the flesh there so hard that it's sure to leave pretty bruises for you to look at later.

thanks you over and over again as when you tell him he can cum, head tilted back and muscles taut as he cums and feels like he's seeing god from good it feels. bends you over the bed so he can see how his cum has painted the insides of your thighs before rubbing it down your thighs and grinning as he places a kiss on your arse.

#i am so tired and my brain is so foggy but i couldn't stop thinking about this #there may be errors but i don't care #i only care about soap thigh fucking me #soap #johnny soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader

[rawrsatthetree]

Can’t believe no one’s wrote Tav/Durge showing up to the reunion party visibly pregnant with either spawn or ascended astarion.

#cracks knuckles #guess I got to do everything myself #jk I don’t have time to write #but may I offer you this nice little brain worm #as a treat #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x dark urge #durgstarion

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this. 

“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on. 

Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.

You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”

Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”

You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~” 

Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.

Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble. 

The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.

The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.

“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.

Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”

You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”

Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.

He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x gn reader #pspspspspspsp come here lion kissers; come get your mans #sorry rinna; looks like you're not getting eels from gacha or for your request u_u damn bastards #may i offer dancing with leona instead? some soft lion man hours? yes???? #there's something about wrist kisses that gets me so i had to do it to leona; gods imagine giving him such softness i don't even simp 4 him #and it is ruining my brain; i hope this heals your broken heart after gacha and writing that angst piece rinna #lion man take rinna by the hand; lead rinna to the land that you understand. [dove's remix of Ocean Man by Ween for rinna & leona] #scheduled post; idk if i'll be awake yet when this goes live; hopefully it posts UNLIKE LAST TIME; took 4 minutes to show up

[timwhore]

it's going to be valentine day tomorrow so, lucifer valentine smut <3

imagine you've been with lucifer for a bit - you don't really do anythings on valentine days - maybe it's not celebrated in Hell's or maybe it is, you don't know.

so imagine the surprise when you go to your shared bedroom and just see lucifer tied up, all pretty in red bondage ropes, the contrasts between his light skin that's a bit flushed were the ropes are. realistically he's probably struggling with tying the ropes when you enter, there is small period of time were you both look at eachothers and say nothings - until lucifer breaks the silence with a small 'surprise ?'

if you join him in bed he'll try to explain while blushing like never that he wanted to surprise you for valentine day by being all pretty for you - tied up with ropes but that he is struggling with them and he could ask you to finish tying him up and have 'fun' with him

#i let yall finish it in your brain <3 #or i may write more if you want ! #lucifer morningstar smut #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine

[chilschuck]

Can i request for chilchuck react to reader who like to daydream and after he tell the reader he is married, the reader keep spacing out more often out of sadness and they also try to avoid interacting with him much so she can move on. But laios and the other think it's normal since she always avoid interacting with people ( the reader interact with chilchuck more after falling in love with him )

Do you think he will notice? (ಥ﹏ಥ) (ಡ‸ಡ)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAHHHH ANON this is such a good concept and made my heart hurt…… i ended up adding some comfort to it because if you’re like me, you need it after reading angst!! :”)))

— OF COURSE: chilchuck x gn!reader.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw + hurt/comfort! might be a lil ooc, lol.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 941

✦ i hope this turned out okay!! i made it shorter than my other drabbles by accident but it felt good to end it where it did. i kind of changed the prompt a lil but only because i wanted to give you guys some love from chil still. (;;;w;;;) i’m honestly worried this turned out bad…. hhhhh. i’m so sorry if it’s not what you wanted. ;;; i still hope you enjoy!!! <333

He knew something was wrong.

It wasn’t difficult to see that you had started avoiding him. Even your gaze refused to meet his own for longer than it had to. Your constant spacing out and stares at the floor said all he needed to hear: you were upset.

It only seemed to get worse when you overheard his talk about reconciling with his wife, any hope you had shattering into a thousand pieces in front of you. From then on, you didn’t smile unless you felt you had to. The thick silence you left in your wake was suffocating, and Chilchuck wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

The other members in the party took it as if you were being your usual spacey self, and didn’t draw any attention to the issue. This only made Chilchuck feel worse; he definitely noticed the change.

You used to hang back with Chilchuck and talk with him constantly, sharing little tidbits about yourselves or chatting mindlessly. Things seemed to come easily when it came to you... Too bad he only realized this now.

The smiles you gave him, the eyes full of affection, the lingering touches… It stung that they were no longer a part of his everyday life. Instead, the sadness that ate at you only bled through to your face, into your actions, and into your silence. It was unfamiliar and unbearable at the same time… Especially with the way you’d closed up further.

Chilchuck wasn’t stupid; he knew you harbored some sort of feelings for him. He wasn’t sure if that made this hurt more than it would otherwise. You were obviously distancing yourself from him, further proving his point that inner party relationships were trouble. Yet, there wasn’t any anger or resentment in his chest towards you. If anything, this was a misunderstanding between the two of you.

Calling your name, he approached you almost apprehensively. The recoil you gave made that familiar sharp pain in his chest reappear. Blurting out an excuse, you made your presence scarce. And just like that, you left him alone again.

Of course he noticed. If anything, he hoped that it was all some sort of miscommunication. Sure, he wanted to reconnect with his estranged wife, but… That’s what they were: estranged childhood sweethearts that grew apart. Along with their love, their relationship changed. Things weren’t something he could fix, and his old flame knew that too. But he hoped more than anything they could sort through their differences and still be at least friends.

Of course you didn’t know. There was no way for you to know, or have known his true intentions. Like everything else he tried to bury deep down, you were fading from his life. Chilchuck couldn’t seem to let this one go, to let you go.

So he chased after you. For once in his life, he decided to not swallow these feelings down. He knew there was only so much he could bury, only so much he’d want to bury. You didn’t deserve that, and he needed you to give him those smiles again. To give him those gazes full of adoration and those tender but fleeting touches…

You didn’t pull your hand out of his immediately. Instead, when he called your name again this time, you turned. Chilchuck swallowed.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

Surely there was a better thing to ask at this moment, but your lip quivered nonetheless. A deep sigh leaving you, your gaze met with the floor again.

“…So it’d stop hurting.” Was all you replied, the weight of those words knocking the air out of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but you raised a hand to silence him.

“This is for the best... I hope you understand.” Your voice used to never sound so broken. It was soft in a way that he’d never heard before. You had truly given up on this, and he can’t say he blames you. He’d have given up on himself, too.

But he can’t let himself fall into that same cycle of self-pity. Not again, he assured himself, reaching up to grab a fist full of your top and pulling you down to meet his eyes. “Let me explain this to you. Please. I… I’m not going back to her because of the reason you think.” Chilchuck hadn’t heard himself this pleading in so long. He felt pitiful, and he suddenly remembered why he doesn’t like being vulnerable.

You couldn’t stop your head from nodding a yes to his request, that spark of hope trying to ignite once again in your chest. Trying to snuff it out, you waited patiently for him to continue.

And so he did. Baring it all to you, he decided this would be another step towards being more open with himself. Maybe you’d see him as pathetic for this, but he tried to piece the words together as congruent as possible. The feelings he had for her distinguished with the years spent apart and even some of the time spent together. This whole time he’s been sure that he just wanted to right the wrongs he did, and move on. Hopefully with you, when all this was over.

Of course you said yes. You listened, and with every word that left him, the flame within you rekindled. You weren’t sure what to say for a moment, besides giving a light laugh in relief. Even Chilchuck exhaled a brisk chuckle, scratching the back of his head in nervous habit. He’s not sure he could ever get used to this whole “telling your true feelings” thing.

But for you, he’d try.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <333

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿 #trying to get better at hurt/comfort #and this may be terrible bc i’m so brain fried rn gdhfjfjhj #but i thought maybe you’d want some chil loving too :’))) #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #dunmeshi x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader

[bunnystalker]

everything is blue

you're vergil's "something blue."

cw; lingerie mention, established relationship, canon compliant, vergil is a cat, somewhat needy vergil, this is not a full fic just something i thought of earlier, powder blue is such a good color, sex mentioned but not described, i love 40 year olds (vergil is 43)

a/n; dear god the dmc brain rot has started... fear not! i will still be a resident evil account, just with some... extras here and there. btw i finished 3 & 1 in two days... tryhard who? i might make a dante version of this too! this will officially be my vergil divider i think!

blue. that's what reminds you of vergil- blue. deep, navy blue. sometimes a shade of indigo. if you asked him, he'd tell you that associating someone with a color is odd and something he would never do. it's silly, he'd insist, and not something he really cares for.

or so he says.

unbeknownst to you, he's decided that you are light blue. specifically powder blue, not quite baby blue, and not exactly periwinkle- powder blue.

whenever he buys you something, it's always that exact shade. you don't notice until lady points it out to you one day, after you've told her about something vergil has, once again, bought for you (an irresponsible spender, it seems, but he'd give the world for you.)

"that sounds cute," she says, leaning into the old couch cushions behind her back. the entire damned piece of furniture is old, so it's no surprise that she inadvertently sinks into your side.

"yeah, it is." you nod, leaning into her, too.

"what color?"

"blue. like a baby blue, sort of." you say and she hums.

"weird," she comments.

"why is that weird?"

"he always buys you blue stuff. like he's claiming you with a color or something." she shrugs, which moves your shoulder, too.

"huh…" everything vergil has ever gotten you- lingerie, skirts, shirts, little charms for your lanyard, the lanyard itself, bracelets with aquamarine, even some earrings with the same stone. when you ask him what color to get on your nails, he always says the same color- powder blue. you wonder if it's his way of staking a claim. he's never been outright possessive, never told you to your face that you belong to him or that you're his in every single way, inside and out.

truthfully, you'd never thought he was wired that way. maybe it's a demon thing, and part of you wants to assume it is, but it's not like you're dumb. you've dated other men before vergil, much to his dismay, and you know how they can be. maybe, when indulging in sins of the flesh, he's not so different. his touches are never less than gentle, especially when it came to the early stages of your relationship. they were very chaste, then, never below the belt until you told him you were ready. he was gentle, then, too.

he's extra affectionate when you're actually wearing the blue things he gave you- maybe one of the skirts he bought you, or the thigh-highs he nervously gave you to wear, too. even the jewelry has him touchy. like a cat, he'd press himself against your side, one hand on your thigh, thumbing the hem of your skirt somewhat obsessively as you pay attention to your phone instead of him, still holding his arm. his stormy grey eyes would be a little more blue, his pupils dilated some. pouty lips would find your cheek, your temple, your hair, anything to get you to pay attention to him without him needing to ask. maybe your theory was right.

not to mention the one day you wore red to work, he looked like somebody stomped on his heart. to anyone else, the crease between his brows was the same, the pout his lips were always in didn't change, but to you, he was sulking majorly. realistically, he knew he didn't control you, but some darker, inner parts

it's not his fault. ever since you two began dating, he'd had this obsession with seeing you decked out in his color, even though he knew it was silly.

#dmc vergil #devil may cry #devil may cry vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil dmc #drooling over vergil dmc #dmc brain rot #bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ #bunny's blurbs✧˖ ° #dmc fanfiction #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil sparda x reader

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Favorite Part of You: Genshin Version Pt. 2 (Kaeya and Diluc)

Summary: More butts, boobs, and thighs

CW: Fluffy, suggestive in spots

kaeya x fem!reader, Diluc x fem!reader

Kaeya

Kaeya is one of those who would have a really hard time picking a part he likes best

I mean, he loves all of you. Why should he have to pick? But if he had to, had to pick---

No, he couldn’t pick

Your boobs are so soft and they jiggle

And your butt, no matter what size it is he’ll think it’s cute (and be jealous)

And your legs? He knows that your recent habit of wearing shorter-than-absolutely-necessary skirts is a ploy to distract and tease him. And archons help him, it works. Watching you walk by, with an knowing look in your eye drives him nuts

Diluc

Legs, just legs

They’re tantalizing, shapely and lovely and seeing them during the day seems like a promise of more. It gives him something to look forward to when the day is done

He really loves to lay on your lap while you play with his hair

After a long day at work and doing his vigilante thing, the Dark knight hero finds the soft intimacy to be very comforting you certainly never complain

And every now and then he leaves marks

The next day he’s always happy to know that no matter how much Kaeya tries to flirt, you’re bearing his marks

#I feel like Diluc might have a thing for ankles #I have absolutely no proof #And this might be tired brain thinking #but he may really like a pretty pair of ankles #Kaeya #kaeya alberich #Kaeya hcs #Kaeya x reader #kaeya x fem!reader #Diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc hcs #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x fem!reader #teyvat talk

[capricornlevi]

higuruma x reader -- gn!reader -- former academic rivals to lovers -- kinda nsfw, mdni

Law school reunion with Higuruma, whom you had written off as a hopeless idealist throughout your time studying together -- and for good reason.

He's a defender of the hopeless, for fuck's sake. A man like him could be on six figures by now if he had the slightest shred of self-preservation. He, like you, consistently performed at the highest level, scoring in the high nineties on every exam and every presentation. You figured you'd be fighting him off for internships and traineeships once graduation came.

But here he is tonight, informing everyone of his gallant pursuits -- you can't believe he hasn't caved and chosen a more lucrative path. e

But you're also unsurprised; even though he's more weary than you remember him being and the bags under his eyes have darkened, he still has that glint in his eye. That fire you remember so well.

Maybe it's not idealism that drives him after all. Maybe it's frustration, anger at the inability to use all of this knowledge for actual, meaningful, concrete good. A feeling of hopelessness, of fighting against this inevitable tide that drags you all in with it.

And you tell yourself that's why you bring him back to your hotel room at the end of the night. You just want to figure him out. You're curious about it.

It has nothing to do with you missing the feeling of his hands against the bare skin of your lower back, of course. His lips against your collarbones, nipping at the sensitive skin. The memories of meeting him in a library study room, of him guiding you against one of the desks and trailing his fingers up your thighs until you had tears gathering at your waterline, until you practically begged him to put you out of your misery and touch you where you needed to be touched.

Nothing to do with the fact that every man after him has been a relative disappointment; they've all been either sycophantic or unchallenging, both in bed and out of it. When you and Higuruma really got into it, after late nights spent arguing over group presentations or debating the merits of legal principles, when you'd unleash all of the pent-up tension and frustration in the most satisfying of ways ...

He always pushed you just enough, though. Never too far. A gentle taunt would be followed by praise, sweet words that made your face heat as he drove his hips into yours.

Maybe your venture tonight isn't solely scientific. Maybe you're tired of going unchallenged, and know that if any man can draw those sounds of out you again, if anyone can have you so coiled up with pleasure that your vision whites out, if anyone can press kisses against the curve of your spine as you lay breathless in bed afterwards ...

Maybe there's no harm in appreciating a little idealism.

#higuruma x reader #higuruma hiromi #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma x gn reader #dawg look at my lawyer im going to jail #jjk x reader #as always this little drabble may turn into a longer fic if ppl like it and my little brain can tell my little hands to type it out

[chibikyo]

Day 11 - Lingerie

MK1 Raiden x Reader

Reader gets advice from Johnny about how to get Raiden more riled up in the bedroom. The advice works even better than anticipated

Warnings: Lingerie kink, slight rough sex, Raiden is a cinnamon roll but reader wants him to be a SIN-namon roll

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Y/n and Johnny had become fast friends while at the Wu Shi academy, which is how he knew all about her hopeless crush on Raiden, and he’d been her self-appointed wingman leading up to and following the tournament. So he  had been ecstatic when he’d learned she had finally asked Raiden out, going out of his way to set up a romantic dinner for his friends, and later pestering her for every little detail about their blossoming romance. 

“Johnny, I'm being serious here.” Y/n pouted. Johnny couldn’t help his laughter though and only cackled louder when she kicked him from under the table. “You’re a jerk.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I just never expected you’d be asking me for help with… well.” Johnny leaned in, taking a sip from his milkshake to stifle another fit of giggles. He had invited the other champions to L.A. to stay with him for a few weeks so he could give them a tour and just hang out in general. Raiden, Kung Lao, and Y/n had flown in a week ago and Kenshi had shown up two days later and Johnny couldn’t be happier. Ashrah and Syzoth had declined joining them this time, still adjusting to life at the Wu Shi academy.

Seeing how genuinely happy Johnny was for her made it easy for Y/n to open up and spill all the disgustingly sweet moments they’d shared over the last two months. So easy, in fact, that she had finally confessed to Johnny that she could use a little advice. Johnny had jumped at the chance to help, dragging her off to his favorite Cafe after telling Raiden and the others that they needed a girls day out. Y/n had rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help laughing at the confused looks Raiden, Kung Lao, and Kenshi shared as she was ushered promptly out Johnny’s front door. Which is how she found herself seated across the actor, waiting patiently for him to compose himself so they could continue their conversation.

“Okay, okay. I’m done.” Johnny grinned. “Seriously though, you really know how to surprise a guy.” He leaned forward, voice dropping so they wouldn’t be overheard. “Never thought Raiden would be a disappointment in bed; the guy seems really eager to please.”

“I never said he disappointed me, asshole.” Y/n hissed. “I just, he’s a fucking cinnamon roll okay? He’s sweet and gentle and he treats me like I’m made of glass.” She sighed. “Which is great, but I just want him to lose control, just a little bit.”

“I get it.” Johnny chuckled. “Love-making is all well and good, but sometimes you just wanna get fucked.” Y/n threw her hands up.

“I must be out of my mind.” Y/n grimaced as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d spent a whole afternoon being dragged from shop to shop, Johnny easily dropping a few grand on getting her a brand new wardrobe just for this occasion. She’d been shocked, but mildly curious as Johnny had ferried her to no less than seven different specialty shops and helped her pick out a wide selection of lingerie. It had only taken him walking out of an adjacent dressing room in the most feminine bralette and panties Y/n had ever seen for her to put on a fashion show for him, laughing as he gave a little twirl in the tiny skirt.

“Exactly!” She glanced around sheepishly, but no one was paying them any mind where they were tucked away and Y/n let her voice drop down again as she continued. “Look If it’s too awkward for you to give me advice then I understand but I figured if anyone could help me, it’s you.”

“Oh I am more than happy to give you advice, thunder bae.” Johnny grinned. “Look, the best way to get someone like Raiden to cut loose, is to tease him. Best way to do that?” His grin grew wider and Y/n knew she was in trouble when he winked at her before draining his coffee in a single gulp. “Well that, my friend, will require a shopping trip.”~

He’d been practically giddy, picking out different sets and giving her genuine feedback. He’d purchased a few pieces for himself too and tried each one on for her as well. It wasn’t often she indulged in her feminine side and that Johnny fully embraced it with her had been such a refreshing change of pace from the constant training that was her normal life. When they’d returned to his mansion both had been giggling, arm in arm, leaving the others only more confused as to what the two of them had gotten into during their time together.

Y/n hadn’t tested any of it while they were in L.A., much to Johnny’s disappointment. She had since returned to Fengjian with the two of them, having been offered a place to stay with Madam Bo when they weren’t at the Wu Shi academy. Raiden had met her for dinner a few evenings after they had returned and she decided it was time. She’d asked him to join her in her room and snuck away to quickly change while he helped Madam Bo clean up. She was starting to second guess herself though as she fidgeted with the sheer fabric. Her decision was made for her as she heard the door creak open on the other side of the room.

“Sorry for the wait, Y/n. I helped Madam Bo clean up a few other tables before… oh?!” Raiden jerked, slamming the door shut behind him harder than intended, his eyes glued to his lover’s body. Y/n bit her lip, hoping she didn’t look as awkward as she watched Raiden’s eyes comb over her. She saw the confusion give way to arousal as he strode toward her, hands reaching out to circle her waist, pulling her against him sharply before he finally seemed to snap back his senses.

“Sweetheart, you look… What is this?” He asked, eyes wide with wonder as he continued to take in the ensemble. Y/n bit her lip as she blushed, unable to look up and meet his eye as his hands stroked the bare skin at her sides. 

“Do you like it?” Y/n asked. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his hands tightened against her waist again. She’d started with the first outfit Johnny had chosen for her, a sheer slip styled like a cheongsam, with deep slits laced together on either side and black silk thong under it. Raiden swallowed.

“You look beautiful.” Raiden sounded awestruck. She could feel the tremble in his fingers as he tugged her closer to him and she smiled, finally glancing up to meet his eyes. She sucked in a breath at the amount of want she saw. “Can I…?”

“You can touch, Raiden.” Y/n murmured and she could almost hear the sound of something snap as Raiden tugged her up into a rough kiss, lips and tongue artfully dancing across her own as he walked her back toward her bed. He pushed her into the plush mattress, hands trailing up to tease her breast beneath the silky fabric as she moaned into his kiss. She threaded her fingers into his hair as he broke away from her lips, kissing his way down to suck and nip at her neck. He nudged his leg between hers, felt her grind against it as he continued to tease the spots he knew drove her wild.

“Y/n, sweetheart, this looks so good on you.” Raiden groaned, hands stroking the fabric under them, sending shivers up her sides. “So pretty. You dressed up just for me, didn’t you?” He reached down, slid two fingers down to tease her clit before slipping them inside her. “God, you’re already so wet. I could just slide right in couldn’t I?”

“Please, Raiden. I need you.” Y/n whined, squirming beneath him as he continued to explore like it was their first time again. She had not expected his reaction to be so visceral, but she was loving how eager he was. Each touch was just a little rougher than normal and before she realized he’d even pulled his hands away from her she could feel him lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance.

She moaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding into her with ease as he braced himself above her. She barely had time to wrap her legs around him before he began to thrust. His rhythm was hard, fast, and he couldn’t stop his own quiet grunts and whimpers as he leaned in to kiss her again. He grabbed her thighs and tugged them hard, slinging them over his shoulders so he could press her harder into the mattress and press deeper inside of her. 

Y/n felt each slick drag of Raiden’s cock inside her, pleasure pooling hot and heavy in her core as he chased his pleasure within her. She could feel his thrusts grow erratic, his lips hot against her own. She gasped as his fingers stroked over her clit and she felt the orgasm rip through her nerves, her walls squeezing his cock as she pulled him over the edge with her. He stilled, hips pressed flush to her own as he spilled his seed inside her, moaning against her kiss swollen lips.

“You really liked this, didn’t you?” Y/n laughed as Raiden slipped free, collapsing beside her with a groan. She rolled over and tucked her head into his neck, hands trailing down his still clothed body.

“Did you get anything else?”

“I don’t know what came over me. You just looked so…” Raiden cleared his throat even as he tugged her against him, hands trailing soft trails down her spine, lingering over the feel of silk beneath his fingertips. “What brought this on?”

“I could tell you were holding back a bit, treating me like glass.” Y/n replied honestly. “Wanted to see if I could give you a little encouragement. That’s all.”

“Well it worked.” Raiden replied, rolling over so he could face her, placing a gentle kiss against her lips. Then, his face scrunched up in thought. “Wait. Is this what you and Johnny were giggling about last week? Did you?” He frowned. “Did you go lingerie shopping together?”

“He might have recommended a few things.” Y/n kissed him again. “Is that a problem?” She saw him glance down again, eyes already foggy with renewed interest and he smiled.

#mortal kombat #Working on catching up but entries may bleed into november at this point cause my brain is bad at focusing #mk1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #Raiden x Reader #MK Raiden x Reader #Human Raiden #MK1 Raiden #chibikaosu writes #chibikaosu kinktober

[lazyneonrabbitt]

RE: @thebearer's Carmy and breastmilk post

Carmy always loved your chest. Great to lay on during cuddles where he'd drop himself on top of you, or mindlessly squeeze in his hands when you're the one laying down on him. When you got pregnant you'd quickly complain about being too sore, swatting his hands away much to his annoyance. He'd stop as soon as you asked, but not without pouting and finding other soft spots to place his hands, usually settling on your ass or thighs.

When you got too big for you both to lay comfortably on the couch he suggested to move the tv into the bedroom so you could still cuddle. He loves to touch you so massages and general comforting rubs weren't unusual.

You sat up against the mountain of pillows Carmy had gotten for you, groaning and whining and in general just having a bad day. Everything hurt, your swollen belly got in the way of everthing, nothing was comfortable and your breasts hurt way too much to ignore today. Carmy was next to you, making sure you got your painkillers and some food in your system before softly rubbing your stomach and kissing from your neck down to the swell of your chest. His hand moved on autopilot, not realizing until you let out a pained whimper that he had squeezed your overly sensitive, now leaking tit.

"Oh shit. Baby I'm sorry.." He looked down at his hand, taking it off your skin and moving it to his lips, licking off the white liquid. You looked down at him doing all of this, wondering if he really registered what exactly he was doing. Not that you minded at all, the initial squeeze had hurt, but maybe this was just what you needed? You blamed the hormones for making you think it looked pretty hot how he licked the milk, your milk, off his hand.

With his lips still on the back of his hand he looked at you and found you staring with that look he knew all too well. His bright blue eyes flicked down to your chest and back up as to ask permission and you only nodded in response before he carefully put his hand back, propping himself up on his elbow and lick a broad stripe over your nipple causing gou to let out a content sigh. "Fuck, Carmy.." You tangled your fingers in his hair, both as a way of showing him its okay, but also to yank at when he got too rough. "Don't tease, just get it over with." You didn't mean to sound impatient or rude, but today had drained all your energy. He smiled against your skin before softly licking once more and latching on. His fingers dug into the soft underside of your swollen breast as he sucked oh so carefully. The sound you made was almost pornographic and in sync with Carmy's groan at the taste of you. Your fingers clawed at his scalp as he sucked harder fhe second time. "Fuck, so good." His praise made all of today's struggle turn into nothing but hormonal bullshit.

He didn't even think about asking before switching breasts. One hand under the still untouched one while the other srroked lovingly over your large, round stomach. You bet you tasted as addicting as Carmy sounded right now. His moans going straight through you untill you decided he'd had enough.

..for now.

#yo I may or may not enjoy elaborating on other peoples' posts #sometimes i write #can't help it my brain just starts talking when I read stuff #and this one is just U G H so hot. #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear

[merakiui]

any freminet crumbs? personally i kinda think he’d be a little crazy like his older brother lyney,, it’d just take a harder push for him to give into his urges

Freminet strikes me as the silent observer type. He's sweet on the surface, but he's picked up a few nasty tricks and habits from Lyney. Freminet doesn't mean to stalk you; really, he's just so...fascinated. It's so difficult for him to put his love for you into proper words because he's just so breathless every time he's near you. He feels so warm and shy when you so much as look his way, and he'll often spend time at the bottom of the sea to decompress and escape his embarrassment (though he's often plagued with more flustering daydreams of you). Escaping to the sea is his version of screaming into a pillow. He's just so overwhelmed; he doesn't know how to approach you, and he dreads confessing. He just can't! It's too much. No matter how many times he practices on Pers, he can't muster the courage.

Freminet is a sweetheart, so he'd never want to hurt or frighten you. This is why he watches you from the sidelines, taking pleasure in the shadows. You shine so brightly when you aren't paying attention to him. He's just happy you even bother to exist near him... He doesn't deserve to be in your presence. If you were a god, then he is merely the ground you walk on. He worships you and everything you are. Lyney often likes to meddle, pushing you and his little brother together in hopes that Freminet will finally tell you his true feelings. It leads to more embarrassing mishaps than actual confessions, but it does bring you and Freminet closer together. It creates the wonderful thing known as inside jokes, which you often bring up when you cross paths with him. Freminet is mortified you'd remember, but then another part of him is flattered to know you think of him. Maybe he isn't so insignificant in your life as he once thought.

Freminet has patience (though mainly it's because he's too scared to admit his feelings to you), so he'll play the longest waiting game ever, choosing to drown in dreams of you. Sometimes Freminet likes you more than he likes himself, an obsessive trait he's picked up from Lyney. He can't help it; you're just so perfect. Everything you do, even your flaws and shortcomings, are perfect and beautiful to him. He wants you all to himself. You may think he's not nearly as severe as other yanderes, but Freminet is an "if I can't have you, no one can" yandere. He refuses to let you slip through his fingers. He loves you too much; you've brought so much light into his life. You stamp away his inner demons like they're nothing. You are a savior, a beauty, and a wonder all in one. He can't let anyone have you. He won't.

He thinks about confining you to the sea. He could find some way to put you in a glass box or construct a little home in which you can live freely but forever trapped. It's possible, and no one would ever know where you went. It will be a magical disappearance. Lyney's been teaching him how to make things disappear. He can do it if he's really determined. He keeps his secrets close and his infatuation even closer to his chest. It's as Lyney always says: the most devastating secrets are often the nastiest, so dress them up or hide them well. An obsession like this is all kinds of wrong, but you must understand that Freminet only wishes to love you. He won't cause you pain or stress, and if he does he sincerely regrets and apologizes for it. But this must be done. Sometimes a little pain is necessary before pleasure, much like how after a brutal storm there is a glorious rainbow (as Lyney once said).

Sometimes Lyney gets in his head, saying things like, "If you sit idly by, you'll miss your chance," or "Maybe I should try my luck with (Name). I wonder how far I'll get..." and then Freminet is so worried about asserting himself so that Lyney (or anyone else for that matter) won't steal you away. Though he's kidding (mostly), Lyney just wants to push Freminet in what he thinks is the right direction. But sometimes he fuels the obsession, gifting Freminet a ribbon of yours or a ring he's swiped from you whilst showing you a magic trick and Freminet treats these fragments of you like they're the holiest of all things.

No matter what happens, Freminet knows you're the one for him. Even if you look at him with disgust, even if you despise him for what he's done, he will continue to love you, for his adoration is as wide and deep as the sea; and he will drown you in it. You don't know it yet, but you'll love him, too. Soon. One day. He's hopeful.

Until then, he watches, a quiet, secret admirer whose love is tangled and twined with something dark and obsessive.

#genshin chit chat #yandere freminet #freminet x mer reader....... many thoughts #i may be thinking about him an abnormal amount #he's crawled his way into my brain

[shinycollarboneapologist]

style

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI... also never take driving lessons from matty. 

(an: this was supposed to be a short blurb with no smut, but i couldn't help myself. also this is my first time actually writing smut so be nice or i’ll cry myself to sleep.)

“well this isn’t conspicuous at all,” the breathless laugh that falls from your lips is enough to almost make matty lift his foot from the brake and send the rented, red convertible into your friend’s perfectly manicured garden, “at least you turned the headlights off.”

“at least i turned the headlights off,” he echoes into the darkness. there’s remnants of a sly smirk on his lips. you’re dizzy at the way his eyes are tracing over your body as it’s perched at the driver’s side; hands holding onto the cool metal of the car and you’re just barely leaning in. its enough that you can smell the aftershave and cigarettes; a combination that leaves your mouth watering. you would have been a fool to ignore his late night text, no matter how much your friends warned you to. he’s only in town for a few more days. and despite the way you’re acting now, you’ve done a pretty good job at pretending he doesn’t exist.

the luminesence from the moon and the warm street lights are painting you in the most beautiful light. he almost wants to look away from your blinding beauty. almost. he can’t. it had been awhile since he had seen you, mostly due to his own veteran slew of excuses, and he wants to take in every last drop of you. he knows that he’s dodged calls and sent one word replies to your texts, purposefully avoided places he knew you would be. but you hadn’t been an angel either. he vaguely remembers the documented nights out detailed in photographs of you leaving clubs with randoms, and the infamous “they’re busy” text he had recieved after pouring out his heart and soul to you in one-hundred and fourty characters the other day. it had felt like a direct dagger to his heart. but he deserves it. he’s not innocent and neither are you in this back and forth seesaw of a situationship you’ve both gotten yourself into. there are so many questions that are perched at the tip of your tongue. you don’t utter them though. 

he watches you carefully as you make your way to the passenger’s side. it feels like ages until you’re sat in the seat next to him. and now its his turn to feel dizzy. your perfume is wafting through his nose, the sorry excuse of a skirt is riding up your thigh. he feels drunk, all of his movements feel like liquid. his white t-shirt is feeling unbearably tight around his neck. his whole world seems like its on pause, and the only thing he can do is swallow thickly and stare you down.

and maybe thats the reason why you shoot him a laugh and a raised eyebrow, “need driving lessons?” you’re eager and he likes that. 

his own eyes narrow as they bore into yours, a pregnant pause before you have to tear your eyes away from the intensity of his stare. his eyes are dark and clouded with something you can’t quite put your finger on. its too much. in truth, you could get lost in his eyes and there’s been many a time that you have. now isn’t the time for that though as he’s speeding off to the spot the two of you have frequented so many times before. 

you’ve seen the pictures. you know about the other girls and the many escapades he’s had since the last time you’ve been together. the thought alone has sent you into a tizzy multiple times. you want to ask him about it, want to pick his brain. however, you don’t want to ruin the moment by opening a can of worms you can’t reseal. you know he knows about you’re own flings. and maybe that fact alone is why you have to keep telling yourself that this is wrong.

this is wrong, you keep trying to remind yourself. but your fleeting thoughts are so much as moot whilst his calloused fingers seek solace on the skin of your exposed thigh. it starts out quite innocent, tracing patterns on the skin. they climb higher, and higher, though and there’s no way that he means anything innocent by his actions. you know he doesn’t want to talk. a gasp tumbles from your already parted lips as his nimble fingers push past the hem of your skirt. 

his eyes meet yours, chocolate brown pleading for a moment, asking for your consent. its unspoken, but you nod, a bit too eagerly for your liking. eyes back to the road and matty’s pushing the flimsy material of your panties to the side, letting his fingers tease up and down your slit. your skin feels like its on fire, the wind whipping past you is the only thing that can attempt to cool you down at this point. you’re on fire and he’s doing nothing to satiate it. the rough pads of his fingers rub slow, tender circles at your clit, your breath catching in your throat. your eyes are boring into his side-profile now, soft whines falling from your lips. he’s still circling slow, and there’s no sight of relief in sight.

“matty,” you whimper out, “please.” 

you think he’s ignoring you at this point to fuel his own selfish desire of teasing you to the point of no return, but the way his unoccupied hand grips on the steering wheel sends a chill down your spine. this is dangerous. he knows it, you know it. there’s nothing covering up the filthy melody he’s playing between your legs as he’s zipping the rented convertible through the streets. he’s supposed to be focused on the road, but the way you’re whimpering and whining next to him has his jaw going slack. that’s when he gives in. he slips a finger in, languidly, in a way that has your head rolling back against the tan head rest. his thumb assumes its position on your clit and he’s working a sweet, sinful rhythm against you. his own lips are parted, puffy from all of the biting, and his fingers are moving in tandem with each other. 

“feeling good over there?” he breaks up the hushed sounds of your moans with his words. his voice is husky, laced with lust and need. “because the view from here is phenomenal. you’re taking it so well, baby.” 

the sound of his voice makes you mewl, hips bucking into the fluid motions of his fingers. “you’re.... you’re supposed to be watching the road, matty. fuck.” 

your attempt at scolding him wavers with a moan of his name. he’s slipped another finger into you, smugly of course, and watching as your lips curl around the syllables of his name. you’re practially chanting it as if its the only word you know at this point. the fire is burning deep within you. you’re thankful that its late and that this road is desolate, because had anyone seen the way you were thrashing and moaning and bucking into him, you know it would be on the front page of some tabloid and a trending topic on twitter come the morning. 

not that you would really care, anyway. because in reality, all you can think about is the delicious way his fingers are moving inside of you. he’s playing you like a song he’s written on his guitar, pulling moans from you as if they’re his very own carefully orchestrated and sinful melody. his fingers are pushing inside of you at a deafening pace, almost as if he knows just how close you are. just how bad you need it. 

“looking so pretty when you take my fingers like this. sound so sweet, too,” he’s moaning out to you as the car rolls to a stop at a red light. matty’s quick to lean over, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. you can’t help yourself from getting lost in the kiss, teeth and tongues clashing against each other, moans lost between the two of you. you practically whimper as he pulls away to set the car in motion again. you know what awaits you at the destination, but he’s sat next to you looking like that and touching you like this and its all too much. 

that’s when you feel it. the promise of sweet release rising in the pit of your stomach. his name falls in caution from your lips, warning him of the sapid end you’re about to reach. but you know he knows your body better than that. he was probably anticipating it. you hear a deep groan in the air between you two, over the low hum of some top fourty hit on the radio. 

“you wanna come, darling?” 

“please, i need it. i need it so bad,” you could cry. in fact, you might be crying. you’re not even sure anymore, all you can think about is the feeling of his fingers and the sweet release that’s on the cusp of the horizon. 

“go on. come. come for me. want you to come for me,” you can barely hear his voice over the roar of the engine, but you feel his eyes lock on you every second or so. the band breaks and you’re writhing in the seat next to him, moaning out his name in a sharp cry. he fucks you through it, fingers still working you until you’re basically pushing his hand away from the intensity of it all. you’re limp in the seat next to him, letting out a low moan as you watch matty brings one of his fingers to his lips. the sinful pop of his lips smacking against his finger drives you mad, alluding to the many of nights he’s spent with his head buried between your thighs.

he sucks his finger clean before he’s holding the other out to your own lips, tapping gently. you immediately invite the digit into your mouth, cleaning off the tangy taste of you from his skin. your cheeks hallow around his flesh and you’re moaning at the taste. your show is well received by the man sat next to you, as you hear his groans. you always knew how to put on a show for him. he’s watching you again, eyes wild with desire.

your chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate, vision a little hazy as you slowly come back down from the matty-induced high. he’s clicked the engine off and you realize the car is parked in the back of a parking lot. the both of you’s usual spot for nights like this. his eyes are on you, like a predator watching their prey, darkened and piercing into you. 

there’s a moment before he speaks, and you’re half wondering if he’s going to bring up your own not-so-innocent escapades. he didn’t bring you here to talk though. he never does.

“you’ve made a mess of the seat, so so dirty,” he tsks, unclipping his seatbelt and looming over you, “whatever am i going to do with you?”

and with a sly smirk, mirroring his own, you hum out, “i can think of a few ideas.” 

you’re pulled into the back of the car quicker than you can even catch your breath. his lips are on yours, on your neck, your jaw- any inch of skin that you bare to him. he’s nipping and sucking welts into your flesh, marks you know you’re going to have to conceal tomorrow.

“i’ve … i’ve heard things,” you whisper out, finally, as he begins his descent down your body, fingers pushing up on your shirt to expose more skin that he hasn’t yet claimed. its easier to talk about this when you can’t see his face.

“i know,” he murmurs against you, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your stomach. you shudder at his advances. “and they’re true, but i just… can’t stop thinking about you.”

he’s between your legs now, pushing up the flimsy skirt and pulling the thin material of your panties down. he makes quick work of stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans and he’s gazing up at you, big brown eyes pouring into yours. he’s ready to kneel at the altar that is your hips and beg for forgiveness the best way he knows how.

and how are you to deny him when you’ve been there too a few times?

#matty healy x reader #matty x reader #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader smut #matty healy smut #✏️ - matty. #there may also be a part two to this in the works #maybe a small verse with these two silly babies #who knows #my writing. #edit: the part two is already written (and was written before this one actually.... calling this the taylorswift!verse bc matty is so taylor #coded in my brain)

[jadewritesficshere]

Happy Birthday to me

Steve Harrington x female!Reader

Synopsis: Steve arrives to your house aka part 2 to Happy Birthday

Contents: kissing, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up ppl), pet names (Baby) (no use of y/n), this has 0 plot

18+ only

BANG!BANG!BANG!

You jumped, dropping the bag of chips. The banging on your door had startled you from watching some random movie on TV. Chips scattered the floor, and you scowled at the mess. It was already 10pm, no one should be coming to your apartment at this time. The banging continued causing your temper to rise. You pulled your robe closed and tied the sash to hold it in place.

You narrowly avoided crushing chips under your feet, the chips having scattered farther then you thought. You glared at the waste, making a mental note to clean it up so there wouldn't be ants. With a huff, you turned on your heel and stomped to the door. You swung the door open," Who the hell-"

Oh

Steve

Steve was standing there, hair askew. His hair was flopping onto his forehead, partly stuck to sweat. His shirt clung tight to his biceps and chest. His jeans showing off a bulge, made you feel like a pervert for noticing his groin every time you were together (it wasn't intentional which made it worse, he didn't even realize it). You knew he was big with how he walked and how these jeans didn't hide much. Your eyes drifted back up to his face. His face was flushed, lips reddened from biting them. His eyes swirled with emotions.

"Uh...hello?" You shift, realizing you were only in a thin satin robe. You pull the robe tighter to cover you," I wasn't expecting you...uh..."

Steve chuckles lowly before taking a step inside the door, forcing you to shuffle back. He continues in and turns to shut the door. You go to lock the door and-

Your back collides with the front door, his big hands grasping your biceps (fuck his hands are so huge they envelop your arm). Your head lightly bangs against the door, making you say "ow" even though it doesn't hurt.

"Shit, you okay?" Steve pulls back and you can see the concern in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. One hand leaves your arm and goes to the back of your head, gently feeling to ensure there are no bumps. "Just startled me," you mumble, feeling flustered at how close Steve was. Steve hums, hand trailing down to the back of your neck.

"I saw your video."

A solid second of silence filled the space as it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. Once realization struck you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. A moment of courage, you gave the video to Steve. But now, standing in his gaze, it felt too warm. You fidget and try to look down, but Steve forces your head back up to look at him. He leans in, licking his lips," I really liked it Baby."

"You did?" You ask quietly, biting your lip. A bad habit of yours, something Steve scolded you about. You feel the pressure of his hand go off your neck before his thumb is removing your bottom lip from between your teeth. His thumb stays there as he smirks at you," Really liked it Baby...all that just for me?" You inhale sharply, before tentatively darting your tongue out to lick his thumb.

His eyes widen, but he doesn't move away. No, he moves his thumb closer to your tongue. You lick him again before closing your mouth around the digit. You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck lightly. The groan Steve releases makes your stomach flutter and heat spread between your thighs. Steve removes his thumb quickly, a light popping noise echoing in your ears. "Enough teasing me," Steve mumbles before leaning in.

His lips meet yours in a flash. Soft and smooth with a hint of cherry thanks to the chapstick he wears. His tongue darts out and licks your bottom lip before he's licking into your mouth. You've never felt more alive than this moment. A moan escapes you, causing Steve to push into you more.

The cool of the front door behind you, the warmth of his body in front of you. You can feel Steve's erection pressed against you. It makes your head spin with want. Your chest is heaving with breaths, pressed against his. Your arms are wound behind his head, hands threaded through his hair. One of his hands is fiddling with the sash of your robe. The other is holding your hip, pulling you close and lifting your leg. You wrap it around him, balancing against the wall and your one leg on solid ground.

At this new angle, Steve's bulge is pressed perfectly into you. He rolls his hips forward slightly, causing your head to fall back in a moan. You are so wet, you know your underwear is soaked. You can barely think anything but Steve Steve Steve.

Steve takes advantage of your head falling back to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He licks and nips, finding the spot that makes your knees go weak. Steve must realize this, because suddenly he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him. His hips rock into yours, at a slow but steady pace. The feeling causes you to become more aroused. Just enough pressure to press against your clit each time, making you want more.

Steve pulls back, a thread of spit connecting his mouth to your neck. "Can I take this off Baby?" Steve mumbles, eyes focused on yours as he fiddles with the sash again. You nod, unable to find your voice. Steve beams at you, wide smile spread across his face. You pretend not to notice the way his hands shake slightly as he unties your robe. You hear Steve take a deep breath in before he opens the robe.

You wish now you had on some lingerie. Or something matching at least. Your black bra and pastel cotton underwear could not be more different. You would feel slightly ashamed, except Steve bites his lip and groans. His eyes dart hungrily over your figure before he shakily exhales. His hands are on your hips, and he lays his forehead against your shoulder. "Give me a second..." he mutters. You lightly stroke his hair as he stands there, face down with his eyes closed.

"God, you're even better in person," Steve's hands flex slightly, fingers digging into your hips. A giggle escapes you, and you know Steve is smiling even if you can't see it. You pull your leg down from where it was wrapped around him, earning a soft whine from him. Steve lifts his head and peers into your eyes, a slight pout on his lips. "Bedroom?" You ask and his eyes light up.

You manage to turn the lock on the door and slide the robe fully off your body before grabbing Steve's outstretched hand. He leads you into your bedroom, your heart pounding wildly. The soft glow of the distant street light shines in through the window, illuminating the bed. You get on and lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, watching Steve.

Steve pulls his shirt off, throwing it in the corner without a second thought. You lick your lips as you gaze at his chest. You've seen him shirtless before, of course, having gone swimming together; however, you've never really been able to look. Chest hair that has a slight wave to it, pecs you want to grab, freckles scattered about his pale skin. Your eyes catch the smattering of hair under his belly button that leads down into his pants. His long fingers deftly unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down.

Oh

You knew he was packing...but this? His cock is thicker rather than longer. Still a good length, it would surely reach deep in you. You've never seen a cock this thick before though. You aren't even sure he will fit. The head is flushed a deep red. Some dark curls at the base, neatly trimmed. His balls hang heavy against his thighs. Thick thighs that you wanted to wrap around you.

Steve stands there with a smirk, letting you have your fill of looking. He wasn't shy, nervous sure, but not shy. He was confident he looked good. He just wanted to make sure he made you feel good. From his vantage point, he can see the darkened wet spot on your pale panties. He gives you a few more seconds to stare before stalking towards you. You hastily take your bra off and fling it across the room. He pauses for a moment, eyes darting to your chest. "Damn," Steve rasps out. He crawls up the bed and hovers over you.

"Hi," you mutter as you peer up at him. "Hi," he chuckles before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You go to deepen the kiss, laying fully on your back as he crawls over you. Your hands roam his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex as he holds himself above you. Steve's hand cups your breast, squeezing and rolling it slightly. He pulls back from kissing you, making you pout. You would complain, but he quickly trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone before he reaches your breast.

Steve lightly nips at the top of your breast before leaving open mouthed kisses all over. Licking and sucking your nipple into his mouth. The sensations send a fluttery warm feeling down to your groin. You can feel your wetness dampening your panties further. "Steve," the man in question lifts his head to look at you," please..." you shift under him trying to get some relief.

Steve smiles softly at you, before kneeling back and dragging your panties down your legs. They get caught for a second on your foot before falling to the bed. Steve takes this moment away from you to really gaze at you. Your folds glisten with your arousal. Your breasts gleam from his saliva. You look like the most beautiful site in the world. His dick twitches as he bites back a moan.

He clambors back on top of you, a bit rushed with excitement. Steve's face returns parallel to yours, as he holds himself up on one arm. "You're so gorgeous..." Steve uses his free hand to trail his fingers across your jaw. "Please Steve..."

You shift and spread your legs open for him. He leans in and kisses you, chests touching, as he moves his hand off your jaw and down. He slides a finger through your slit and you both moan at the feeling. Your tongues move in tandem against each other as he gently inserts one finger into you. You can distantly hear the sound of how wet you are as he pumps his finger in and out of you, quickly adding another.

Two fingers and already it's better then what you could do yourself. His fingers are bigger and longer than yours, and more coordinated. You're already on the edge. He adds a third finger and you're done for.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you moan. Your legs shake and writhe from the pleasure. Your inner walls flutter and clench around Steve's fingers, making him moan. A pleasure you've never felt washes over you. You start to come back down to earth, feeling your legs still twitch. If it felt that good from his hands alone, you can't imagine how good it will be with his dick. You barely realize you're mumbling his name over and over until he starts saying your name repeatedly back to you.

Steve smiles at you before giving you a kiss on the nose- oh that was cute you think. Steve slowly removes his fingers and you whimper at the loss. "You still want to..? Steve's eyes dart down and back to yours. "Steve Harrington, if you don't fuck me right now....I will never speak to you again."

"Oh, well we can't have that," Steve winks. You can feel the tip of his dick run through your folds. The head catches on your hole and you both gasp. Steve bites his lip before slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck, you feel better then I thought," Steve moans and your breathing quickens.

He isn't even halfway in and it's the fullest you've ever felt. Steve stops to give yourself time to adjust, at least that's what you think. In reality, he has to stop so he doesn't come too soon. You shift and wrap your legs around Steve's back, pulling him closer to get him to move again. When he's fully seated in you, you both release a breath.

"You feel so fucking good, Baby." "Uh-huh. You too." He laughs at you before moving his hips. You both moan. You aren't sure about Steve, but this is the best you've ever felt. Each thrust hits that sweet spot in you. Both of your moans, groans, and gasps fills the air along with the squeaking of the bed frame.

"Steve, I'm-" you gasp and your nails dig into his back. You feel slightly bad for scratching him, but he doesn't seem to care. "Go ahead...I'm right...yup." Steve moves the arm that is propping him up so he can cradle your face with his hand. With his other hand he reaches down and-

Oh fuck

Steve knows exactly where the clit is. He swirls circles around your clit, pleasure building. Your breaths come in more ragged gasps. You are done for as Steve picks up speed and slams into you quicker. Each thrust hitting at just the right angle to push you over the edge.

You aren't sure if you moan or scream, or if any sound even comes out. Pleasure and warmth fill all your senses. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Steve moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He snaps his hips into yours a few more times before his orgasm hits. You can feel his cum painting the inside of your walls, filling you to the brim.

You both breath heavily. You slowly let go of your grip on Steve's back. Your legs fall back to the bed and you use one hand to push Steve's hair out of his eyes. "Fancy meeting you here," he grins at you and you huff out a laugh, " oh shut up."

Steve slowly slides out of you. His eyes widen as he sees his release slowly drip out of you. "That's so hot," Steve flops onto the bed next to you. You turn your head to look at him as he shuffles closer. He wraps his arms around your body and hums. "Happy birthday Steve." You smile and kiss him briefly. He gives a dopey grin back, "Happy birthday to me!"

#Steve is a Canon hand holder during sex why wouldn't he hold your face #Anyways I got a bit too tipsy and this may have turned into absolute garbage but shhhhh #Anyways Steve is so boyfriend coded #I would write more thoughts but quite literally I can barely think my brain is mush aha #The room be tilty #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington smut #Jade is Talking

[snailsrneat]

Stubbornly Hot-Headed

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Scenario:

Some people are really stubborn, but they pale in comparison to MC. Whose head is about as thick as a rock. Mix that with MC's anger issues, and we have a ticking time bomb. However only one person is able to reason with MC and that's their S/O.

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[OCTAVINELLE EDITION]

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul is conflicted.

On hand he now has a third bodyguard, not that he particularly needs one.

But on the other hand, your constantly being hurt.

And on the other, other, hand you can cause a decline in his customers.

So he really is quite conflicted on your temperamental personality.

He did express these concerns to you after a lot of thought and anxiety.

And you do try your best to not be so quickly angered.

But when someone starts shit talking your boyfriend, you can only see red.

Everytime you get into a fight he makes sure to take care of your wounds whilst also lecturing you.

His favorite thing about you is probably your over protective and maybe even a bit possessive nature over him.

It has, on more than one occasion, made him blush as red as a tomato.

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Jade Leech:

Oh good heavens.

Your on your own with this my dude.

You shall never now a moment of peace in your life ever again.

Why? You might ask.

Well I'll tell you.

Because Jade is going to spend all if his free time studying you.

Testing your limits seeing just how far you can go before you become enraged by him.

But thus experiment was swiftly pushed aside when he realized the toll it had on your mental health.

Despite his very scary, often violent, and apathetic behavior he does hold some empathy for others.

Although this empathy is only given to a chosen few.

Once he comes to the realization he's hurting you he immediately stops what he's doing and begins to apologize and comfort you.

After that he does his best to never upset you too much ever again.

He doesn't ever shy away from a chance at teasing you though.

He doesn't particularly mind you fighting others all the time, he just doesn't want to deal with the repercussions of the fights.

Like the other student wanting to fight you again for example.

He deals with those who seek out a second beat down from you and gives them what they want.

Although I'd say a beat down from him is a lot more dangerous than one from you.

He loves that resting bitch face that you have. It truly compliments your caring personality towards the people you love.

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Floyd Leech:

Good luck my dude.

Because this man gives absolutely no fucks.

The moment he found out how much power he holds over you. You were done for.

He, like Jade, also loves to how far your patience with him can go before you start getting pissed off.

Turns out you don't get mad, you just cry.

Which is arguably worse in his opinion.

Once he found that out he makes sure never to take it too far.

Emphasis on too far becaIuse he's still gonna annoy you, that's just in his nature, but he won't go too far.

He prefers you to be laughing and or blushing not crying

If you get into a fight with another student he will gladly come fight with you.

A teacher will have to break up the fight because you and Floyd on the same team is very dangerous.

You both beat the shit out of everyone who dares to cross your paths.

If you get harmed during a fight he'll have Jade patch you up while he cuddles you from behind.

He finds your fighting face hot asf, and will often compliment you on it.

Which in turn makes you blush.

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#Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #Why must my brain do this to me? #I quite literally can't do anything. #I also broke my phone recently and lost all of my old photos 🙃 #May or may not have had to put my phone away from myself in fear of throwing it. #In good news I'm finally back and starting to try and post more stuff consistently now so #Yayy. #Twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #octavinelle #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst x reader