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Warning: I mostly write angst. There is no guaranteed happy ending, because life decides if you should get it or not. Also, and sorry to disappoint, but I write hetero fics. All my reader-insert fics are from a female’s perspective.
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lame (series)
be careful what you wish for (one-shot)
sunshine in your smile (series)
bad girl (one-shot)
(un)loving miya atsumu (series)
➾ forever person epiphanies
➾ you’re my sunflower (zombie au)
Random texts 1 2
most unlikely (one-shot)
➾ heart and soul (and perfectly made madame croques) (drabble)
➾ onigiri and his umeboshi (social media au) 1 2
➾ umeboshi and her onigiri (drabble)
➾ first time (drabble)
outsider looking in (one-shot)
➾ too much of a good thing (smut)
➾ polaroids (drabble)
➾ the one with suna’s sister (social media au) 1 2
➾ ink-stained confessions
enigmatic kalopsia (one-shot)
➾ hiding and seeking (i’ll take what i can get) [direct sequel]
thinking about how leona kingscholar would listen to you yap all day, under a tree, as he dozes off to the sweet, comforting, familiar sound of your voice (he’s fighting against it, he swears).
leona leans against the bark of the tree with his eyes closed, his arms propped up behind his head. your head lie on his lap as you fiddle with the soft fur of his tail, talking and talking like there’s no end to your tale.
leona is amused by how theatrical you are with your elaborate storytelling about what went on with your day. he chuckles softly, his canine tooth showing through the small parting of his lips.
one moment, he’s laughing, the next, he’s already snoring.
leona’s eyes fluttered open as your weight disappeared from his lap—seeing you sit up straight with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, and lips formed in a frown.
“you’re sulkin’,” leona says, as a matter of fact, shifting in his seat.
you rolled your eyes at him. “were you even listening?”
he scoffs in arrogance. “‘course i was. you were tellin’ me how you’d have gotten more sleep if only your duo in alchemy wasn’t a pain in the ass.”
a smile made its way to your lips, and you playfully hit his thigh.
“thought you left me off for dreamland.”
leona takes your wrist and pulls you close to him. he leans close to your neck and breathes, “y’know i’ll never doze off to your ramblings, yeah?” then he plants a kiss on the corner of your jaw.
he backs away for a bit and stares into your eyes. you could see how sleepy he is by the droop of his eyes—not that he was ever not sleepy, anyway. but you appreciate him staying awake just to listen to you talk.
“liar,” you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close again, your noses almost touching. “…i don’t mind if you drift off, anyway. i’m already happy you’re here.”
leona’s eyes showed a glint of mischief, and the next second, his sharp teeth were grazing the skin of your lips as he crashed his lips onto yours.
you clutch his collar tighter, and a muffled groan escapes leona’s lips. he takes hold of your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.
pulling away, he had a smug look on his pretty face. “what? can’t talk anymore?”
you gave him a quick kiss. “less talking, more kisses.”
“and here i thought you’re gonna yap all day.”
still, he gave you what you wanted. more kisses for now, the talking can be continued later.
right now, he’s fully awake. later… you’re not so sure if he’d still be when you start yapping again.
Hi, me again for the third time today (sorry if I'm annoying I just have so many ideas in my head today 😔). Could you do smth like reader fainted because of the heat? I definitely want to request Leona, the rest of the characters is up to you 🤭
-🎀
꒰𐔌 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙃𝙊𝙏 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
۫ ׅ featuring ― leona x reader , azul x reader , and riddle x reader
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ contains fluff, reader fainting, heatstroke, established relationship, drabble/imagine. not beta-read, emotional! riddle, comfort/soft. can be been as yuu! reader . implied female reader ! no pronouns used thou.
𓂃 hi 🎀 ! sorry this took a while, ive been unmotivated as stated before lol ! hope you enjoy !
𐔌 . ⋮ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
the heat was brutal, for you anyways. leona was used to the heat, growing up in sunset savanna―you weren't shocked when he seemed completely unbothered.
the breeze felt warm, the concrete was so hot you could boil an egg on it, and your clothes were sticky and thick against your skin.
leona noticed your change in body language immediately, dragging your feet behind him, visible sweat rolling down your forehead.
"oi," he called out for you. all you were doing was crossing the campus from the botanical garden back to the school, but you kept falling behind.
"you're dragging your feet so loud, i can hear it from here." He frowned but no bite behind his words, nudging the shade just a few steps away from you both. "sit down before you drop dead."
you take a deep breath, your head feeling lightheaded you shake it. "no, it's okay―i'm."
that was your mistake.
because the next thing you knew your entire world turned sideways violently, your knees buckled and your body went limp.
you barely registered the sharp gasp from your boyfriend until you felt big arms wrap around your torso, holding you just above the ground you could have smacked against.
"sevens, what did i tell ya?!" leona growled, voice sharp as he held you all the way to the shade. you were out cold, but you were breathing. that's all that mattered.
leona sits back against the tree and lays you on his lap, brushing your hair back and rubbing the bridge of his nose. he lets himself calm down until you wake up.
when your eyes do flutter open, you're met with emerald green eyes staring back down at you. the cool breeze of the shade greeting you as you felt leona's hand firm against the back of your neck and his other holding a cold water bottle against your cheek.
before you could ask, letting out a soft groan, leona spoke.
"called ruggie, you had a heatstroke, idiot."
he's not upset with you, but he had warned you. you weren't accustomed to the heat like he or ruggie are―now here you are, baking in the sun.
you end up staying in leona's grasp, sipping on some of the water and leaning into his chest to rest. ruggie came by once more with food from the cafeteria, about to crack a joke about you paying him he back―but when leona glares at the underclassmen the boy ran.
"next time," leona sighs after a few moments of silence. "be more prepared, yah? can't be babysitting you like this all the time."
you hummed softly, kissing his cheek gently you thank him for taking care of you, and despite his harsh kiss of his teeth―his tail wagging behind him said everything.
𐔌 . ⋮ AZUL ASHENGROTTO .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
it happened completely out of the blue, once second you were fine and walking beside him through the busting market district, and the next you were wobbling down the small enclosure and bumped into him.
"my dear, whats wrong-?" azul asked before a sharp gasps escapes his lips when he sees you topple forward, in no way trying to catch yourself either. when he arms grab you, he lets out a strangled noise hat sounds far to frightening.
he calls out a few times, but when you don't respond he panics looking for a safe space to take you away.
since when was your body this hot, your sweating like a dog in heat.
thankfully, jade and floyd weren't too far away, immediately at azul and yours side to help escort you away. jade giving people polite smiles as azul and floyd take you somewhere secluded.
within minutes, azul had you settled on his lap with a cold, wet cloth handed by jade to dap your face gently. staring down at your unconscious body, azul felt his heart beat out of his chest.
how could he not have noticed the signs, your lack of response, but most importantly, your body language. he feels like a fool, like this is his fault. but it was just an unfortunate accident.
when you finally let out soft groans, squirming in his lap azul is quick to hush you softly and brush your hair back with the cloth, leaning close to see your eyes flutter open.
"oh, thank the sevens you are alright." azul lets out a happy sigh, meanwhile floyd peeks out from behind your head and snickers. "you scared the glasses off of him, ehehe! it was kinda funny seeing azul panic like that~"
he's cut off guard by jade pinching his ear and pulling his twin brother away to let you and azul have a few moments.
you claimed your head still hurts and your body is too tired, azul understands and tells you to relax and sip on some water. "lay down, you may fall asleep on me if you need to, just..." he lets out a shaky breath, "i was...worried about you. please, i cant take another heart attack like that, my dear~"
he leans his forehead against yours and you chuckle softly, "special treatment without having to sign a contract? ... you're spoiling me, azul~"
the mage nearly combusts from embarrassment.
"i can easily propose one for you, is that what you'd prefer, my dear?"
you've never been more quiet after that.
𐔌 . ⋮ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
he's noticed long before you even fainted, he keeps an eye on you already―he was bound to spot the early signs. your responses became slower, your blinking was more forced and your body was tilting in your seat at the unbirthday party table.
despite the shade of the rose bushes and decorations, you couldn't escape the heat of the hot sun boiling you alive.
sitting beside you, as he partner, he glanced back at you every once in a while. when you speak to ace or deuce, they don't seem to noticed as you tried to hide it, claim your fine.
riddle knows you're not fine.
"my rose, if you were unwell you could have simply stayed indoors," riddle speaks clearly, not annoyed but clearly worried. "you've been acting off putting since the unbirthday party began."
"i'm okay, riddle~" you mummered weakly, clearing fighting back whatever your feeling.
"you are clearly not okay, why must you lie about something like this?"
you tried to wave him off when another student came up to you and asked for your help to take the teacups to the other tables.
with a weak, fake smile―you agreed. which was a very bad mistake. before riddle could retort, scolding you for not taking care of yourself, the second you stood from your seat you felt the world tilt.
your legs gave out before you could register, your head spinning and pounding as to fell forward.
"prefect!?"
riddle shouts, teacups shattered as your body hits the grass and riddle quickly turns you by the arm and turned you over. you were out cold, and riddle was starting to panic as he called your name over and over.
he lets trey and cater take over the unbirthday party, immediately escorting your unconscious body to the nurse.
when you regained consciousness, riddle was the only in the room. sitting at the side of the bed in the infirmary, the room was dim light enough to not give you a headache and to see riddle.
"what were you thinking?"
you hesitate, leaning against the pillows you tried to hide your face. riddle exhales, long and stressed, but he takes your hand anyways.
that makes you stare up at the housewarden, who holds your hands to his forehead while he speaks again, "you were so pale, overheated...why couldn't you just have listened to me?!"
his voice cracks, but he doesn't cry. he's just scared.
at one point, you tried to sit up to console him, but riddle keeps you down gently. "don't you think about moving, you are resting."
as he brushes the hair from you face, riddle stays at your side until he knows your okay. he makes you sip water, eat some scones to regain energy.
but most importantly he makes sure to keep a closer eye on you when you start to feel like this again.
“You sleeping?” You peered into Leona’s room to see him lying down, face first into his bed.
“What do you think?” He sarcastically muttered.
You rolled your eyes before making your way in, shutting the door behind you before sitting down on the edge of his bed, watching the mattress dip with your weight.
You absentmindedly twirl the fur at the end of his tail while the two of you sit in silence. He never really minded your touch, even before you two started dating. It was always soft—your touch. Whenever you ruffled his hair, played with the fur at the end of his tail—just as you were doing now. Or played with his ears, although that was something you rarely did before the two of you started dating. You’d been made aware just how sensitive beastmen’s ears were.
“Sleep well?” You looked up from the little patch of fur on his tail that you were distracting yourself messing with to look at his face smushed against his pillow.
“Still tired.”
“Want some company? Or should I let you rest?”
You and him both already knew the answer, there was no point in even asking. No point in responding either. All he did was push himself lightly off the bed, lifting his arm up as a silent gesture to squeeze in there. And you did just that, tucking your face into his chest, taking in his scent.
“Should’ve came earlier,” he sighed against the top of your head.
“I had class. Maybe you should try going to those?” You tease.
“Took that class last year.”
“And failed.”
“Because I wasn’t trying.”
“Maybe try then?”
“Maybe stop talking?” He repeated in the same cadence.
It was all light hearted, really.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, you’d never really gotten in any fights or disagreements with one another. He had no problem with admitting his own faults with you. Even when he was in the right, he’d let you have that win. He liked seeing you happy. What a softie.
You lifted an arm up to softly pet your boyfriend’s ears. You learned a little trick that always eased his tension, making him all sleepy and cuddly. Even made him purr too—
He nestled his face in closer towards your neck now.
“Feel good?” you cooed.
“Mmm,” he just hummed a response before pulling you in closer towards his body.
God, you loved how warm he was. His body was like a furnace. All the better for cuddling.
“I love you, you know?” his words muffled between your neck and shoulder.”
“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” You hummed, all content-like.
a/n: omg i haven’t written anything for twst in a minute. i’ll do better on that🙂↕️ anyways here a little drabble with Leona. he’s such a cutie i love him actually.
used to sleeping alone in his huge bed, leona kingscholar can’t help but find himself stuck in place in your embrace.
the huge space beside leona was occupied tonight… by you.
he was used to having all the space to himself, and you were used to hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy to keep you company at night in your sleep.
so, when you slept together with leona for the first time, you suddenly snuggled close to him in the middle of the night, waking him up from his usually extremely deep slumber.
leona couldn’t move in his place for hours, and it’s the first time in his lazy life he has been awake for hours. he has been caged in your arm that you have set on top and wrapped around his body.
he was suddenly conscious by the pace of his breath, the beat of his heart, and the sound of your snores.
you were cuddling him without even meaning to—curse it all if you remember this in the morning, more so if you wake up still in this position.
shit, is all leona could think about as he stared into the ceiling for hours until finally drifting back to sleep.
leona would never admit he got flustered by what happened—shocked, perhaps—, lest if it was all a dream, how embarrassing for a prince like him to conjure a nightmare like that.
though it’s for sure the very morning after (since it was, fortunately or unfortunately, not a dream), when you wake up to find yourself hugging the arrogant lion prince and you profusely apologized for your arrogant act, he makes sure to tease you about it.
as if he didn’t lose hours of sleep trying his best not to move. oh, leona.
As the king of Briar Valley, of course Malleus would need to produce a strong, suitable heir to take over his throne. And he loved the idea of having kids with you one day. But it wasn’t the thought of your stomach being round and full with his child that spurred him with desire.
His draconic instincts screamed at him to claim you. It was a stake of possession. To mark and fill you up to prove that you were his.
The weight of Malleus’s body pressed you into the mattress as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt. His hips almost frantically rut against yours, trying to drag his weepy cock as deep as he could through your plush walls. The thickness of his length and the blunt tip of his cock head worked in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways.
“Are you close, beloved?” Malleus’s voice is breathless in your ear, thick with lust. “I can feel you tightening around me.”
It wasn’t often you could see the fae’s composure wane. He was always the epitome of elegance and royalty, but how that polished appearance diminished when inside you. The strands of his dark hair, disheveled from their usual slicked back style, clung messily to his face with sweat. A dark flush colored his cheeks as the crescendoing waves of his own desire reached their peak.
Malleus groans your name. He squeezed your hips, driving himself deep as he cums thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, Malleus having to grab the headboard to steady his balance and catch his breath. But his cock still throbs and his balls ache, not satiated by merely filling you up once.
“Are you doing alright, beloved?” Malleus asks. He kisses your lips gently, hands roaming across your body to soothe where he may have been too rough.
“I’m okay,” you mumble, running your fingers across the cool scaling on his forehead, which makes Malleus seem to purr contently. “F-feel full.”
Malleus kisses you again before rising to slowly ease himself out of you when he freezes.
His cum oozes out of your pussy, trickling around your puffy folds. Just how wasteful it was for the white globs to stain the sheets instead of remaining sated within you. But, the sight of his release leaking out you, his wife and mate, snaps what ever restraint that had been tethering him to sanity.
“Forgive me…” Malleus’s apology is the only warning you get before you’re folded in half and his cock is splitting you back open. You cry out, tears prickling your eyelashes as he pushes your legs further against your chest.
“M-mal?”
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me,” Malleus says shakily, trying to steel himself as to not hurt you. But his body betrays him, acting on instinct as his hips drive forward. You husband’s eyes dilate, unfocused and dragon-like. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve pumped you so full of me that I’m positive it sticks.”
♥︎ — leona kingscholar
Leona honestly hates the idea of having kids. After having to deal with his nephew, the last thing he wants is his own little brats running around. However, you both are young, only betrothed, set to be married in a few years, and therefore have all the time in the world to think about starting a family later down the line.
Nonetheless, Leona would be lying if he said that seeing you dripping with his cum didn’t get him the least bit excited. Even if it came with unwanted risks attached.
“Fuck—“ Leona groans, head lulling back as you sink down on to his cock. He could feel the way you were so wet for him, the slick, erotic sound of him pushing through your quivering walls had the slightest shivers racing down his spine, threatening to break his composure.
You always felt heavenly around him but perhaps he was more sensitive than usual or it was just his desire burning through his body, but the way your pussy hugged around him so nicely made Leona think he would blow his load sooner than he’d like.
“This damn cunt’s gonna be the death of me, squeezing me so tight like this,” Leona groans. He gropes your ass, rocking you forward slightly. “It’s like she’s just begging for me to fill her up.”
“Fuck Leona, please do,” you whimper, making the lion freeze. His skin prickled in response to your words, but your neediness didn’t stop. You pressed kisses against his jaw, batting those sinful eyelashes at him. “Need you so bad.”
His green eyes darken.
You barely have time to register what happened before Leona has you flipped on to your stomach, your face shoved into the pillows. The stretch of his cock feels even deeper when he re-enters you, which you have little time to adjust to before Leona sets a brutal pace that has you keening against him. His much larger frame pins you helplessly to the mattress, like a predator trapping its prey. Tears cling to your eyelashes as each punishing stroke kisses against your cervix, stringing you along until the pressure of your release winds so tightly that it snaps.
“Shit—” Leona groans as you gush around him, your release messily coating his cock which he uses to fuck into you. His chest constricts, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm as his cock throbs. Leona’s arms cage around you as he ruts into you harder, spurred by your moans. His teeth sink into your shoulder as a low growl resounds in the back of his throat, and warmth fills your stomach.
You shiver as Leona’s rough tongue drags across your skin, cleaning the blood he unintentionally meant to draw. He pulls out of your overstimulated cunt slowly, watching rather smugly as his release trickles out. But then, he stiffens in surprise, ears twitching dangerously, as you reach in between your legs and try to push his cum back into yourself.
“Fucking hell—you—“ Leona turns you on to your back. His eyes narrow which you return with a cheeky smile. “You’re nothing but trouble, you know that? But if you want to tempt me, then fine. I’ll play your little game.” You whimper as the head of his cock prods at your puffy entrance. Leona grits his teeth, gripping your hips tightly. “But be prepared. I’m not going to go easy on you.”
i am here once again to attack you with a blurp, inspired by a random depressive episode i had earlier today and inspired by my cousin’s wedding happening right now oops lol.
ANYWAY, i recall there was a polaroid of wonder!reader and it was mid-smile. nowwww, i just had a thought: reader would always be content where she is - as reed’s assistant, it’s an amazing opportunity to work with one of the greatest minds in the world, to have a front row seat to his genius and a hand in it, too. but someone just made her question herself being “just an assistant” and “how she could so so more but instead decides to waste her brains and talents” she became so sad about it. so johnny senses this, notes the dip in her energy, how her eyes were sorta lifeless, or even she doesnt eat the cookies ben gives her or herbie’s worried beeps. so, he just pesters her playfully, to test the waters. when it succeeds, he slowly tries other means. and when she’s finally a bit better, and he finds out via an angry reed (who found out someone was shitting on his kid/assistant), he leaves the messy work to his brother-in-law and busies himself with making reader happy with a polaroid. without telling her he knows, he just says she’s brilliant, she’s radiant, and she’s the best assistant ever.
(hope you’re feeling better, sweetpea! don’t forget to drink water and rest when you can)
The random depressive episodes are so felt girlie my god (it doesn't help that I'm such a hypochondriac sometimes who googles shit wrong with her and ends up down the WebMD rabbit holes convincing herself that she had 5 minutes to live)
No be definitely. It's like at a showcase or something, like a "gala" in the Baxter Building where Reed is showing off an invention. Reporters, the brightest minds in the world, leaders, all in attendance for it. And he's talking to a small circle of people about the process of figuring out a certain component and giving thanks for reader's help, calling it crucial in that moment. And it's later on when reader is like walking somewhere else with Johnny where they overhear two of the reporters that were in that circle gossiping about "how much help could the assistant really be to the man with 18 PhDs?" and all this. Johnny is instantly livid, but reader is like "no no it's not worth it," even though it's clear how much it affected her immediately.
Queue Johnny making it his personal mission to shower her with happiness and just good vibes throughout the entire week in the lab. His stupid jokes? Ramped up to the max. Movie night? He concedes to reader's choice the entire week. Hand delivers reader's favorite meal to the lab. And that photo of her that he adores so much, that polaroid of reader in his room? Taken that week by him in the lab, right after she called him out, knowing what he was trying to do. Because of course she knew what he was doing, trying to take her mind off that comment that was made toward her. He was comforting reader, the same way that she had for him that day he was still learning his powers.
And Reed? He probably never knew that comment was made, not until weeks later until he overheard reader and Johnny joking about it during Sunday dinner, when Sue had convinced her to stay. She'd let slip the names of the reporters...and conveniently, later that week, those same two reporters had a front-page article that was essentially a glowing piece all about reader. She didn't have to ask how it happened, but when Reed silently placed a copy of the paper at her workstation that morning, she knew.
okay, walk with me, Reader being so flustered with King T’challa. (I miss Chadwick Boseman, let’s just pretend he’s alive and well in this universe 🥹) like, the King of Wakanda is this fine gentleman, smart, strong, and so warm. Johnny’s smart (MCU one), but T’Challa has 6 degrees. Keep up, matchstick!
After the Namor fiasco, the F4 and Wakanda work hand in hand and she’s always so starstruck when he’s around. He’s always including her in his talks with Reed. She’s quick to befriend Nakia (bonus points, because I adore Lupita’s relationship with Joseph) and especially Shuri, who teases Johnny’s obvious jelousy. Much worse? She tag teams with Ben.
Listen, if Reed has Namor as a rival, let Johnny’s be T’Challa - even though it’s platonic mwahahahahaha.
(I’m in the middl of playing a game right now, but the idea came to me. It’s always my pleasure to run to you and feed you these blurps so long as I know it makes you happy in any way)
...the cooking that you are doing oh my god
T'Challa is just so kind and gentlemanly with reader that yeah, of course she's flustered, who wouldn't be? I sure would be. But it's not anything like romantic or even like an attraction between them, just like a mutual respect that's like instant. T'Challa sees her like another Shuri, and in a way reader kind of sees T'Challa like another Ben to her
Johnny, though? Johnny Storm doesn't have very many mortal enemies, but King T'Challa is one of them. It's a very one-sided feud, but it burns deep and bright with him. He's a King, a pure gentleman, smart as could be, and Johnny hates him for it. Shuri thinks it's the funniest thing in the world, and her and Ben love throwing out lines like "Whoa there, matchstick, flames are about to turn green with the amount of jealousy we can see!" and just annoying the shit out of him
Reader can see it, too, and she just rolls her eyes every time. Nakia also thinks it's the funniest thing, constantly making comments to reader about how "Can Johnny not see that T'Challa and I are together?" and reader is like "He's too busy burning him to the ground over and over in his mind to use common sense for two seconds." It's adorable as much as it's frustrating for her, though, knowing how much Johnny cares
And T'Challa? Oh he knows, and let me tell you, he enjoys it. He thinks it's funny, seeing how worked up Johnny gets when he simply greets reader with a kiss to her hand when the team lands in Wakanda, not knowing that reader spends the entire day gushing about how much she absolutely loves her idiot of a boyfriend. He knows he's Johnny's mortal enemy (though, not truly) and just finds joy in messing with him
hewwo, ’tis i once more here to yap with youuuu~ also, to once more share fondness to a certain human torch - who’s become extra adorable thanks to the bloopers and deleted scenes.
so in the wonder series, it really came to me that you made reader so independent and headstrong. like, she hates to burden others with her problems whatsoever. that being said, it made me think of when she’s pregnant she will not trouble Johnny with her cravings, she’ll just sneak out in the middle of the night and grab some lucky charms (Johnny wants to be offended, but he’s soft for his wife. plus, he’s learned from Sue) when she’s working, especially when her bump becomes evident, she’ll avoid asking assistance from HERBIE, but Reed just sees her struggle and silently makes things easier for her.
now, the blooper of Joseph going down the stairs is forever hilarious to me and I wanna incorporate it somehow, like reader’s going up and down the stairs but has to hold on to something. Franklin, sweet little boy, would offer to hold auntie’s hand, if he’s in the room, or Ben, Johnny, Reed, T’Challa (when he visits), basically anyone who’s within range. like, she slipped once okay. once!
honestly, she almost yells at anyone who tries to help her.
eventually, she has a heart-to-heart with Sue about her hyper-independence, because she’s getting frustrated that she’s being treated like a ticking bomb. she cries, Sue cries (bc she’s also pregnant), Franklin also cries, bc he walked into the room.
overall, Johnny is just the sweetest most thoughtful husband - using his powers to massage her tired muscles, rubbing her back after morning sickness, carrying her around, badly singing their song while they’re in bed together, that kinda shit.
(I’m swamped by work all week and I just recovered from a bad hyper acidity episode, hence, me wishing i had a johnny in my life 🥹)
EVERY TIME I SEE YOU IN MY ASK BOX I JUST KNOW YOU'RE ABOUT TO ABSOLUTELY COOK, BEST PART OF THE WEEK RIGHT HERE
But no, you're right, reader in the Wonder fics is definitely very self-sufficient and independent. I think a bulk of that comes from the backstory I gave here where she doesn't have a ton of friends, really didn't have family to rely on, so she's only ever really had herself until she got this family out of Sue, Reed, Ben and Johnny
So pregnant reader? Johnny is about to drive her insane to a level in which he's never driven her insane before. Never letting her walk up and down the stairs alone (she slipped one time, and thank god T'Challa was in town and those cat like reflexes kept her from falling. Johnny banned her from the stairs alone after that), god forbid she even touches a single thing in the kitchen nope he'll cook for her (and by cook for her, he means he'll have Ben do it). He's constantly telling Herbie to follow her around and make sure she's good, and it's driving her insane because as much as she loves the little robot she can't go ANYWHERE in the tower without him following her. At first, she thinks Reed might be one of the only people not treating her like she's fragile, until even he's slowly taking on more and more in the lab and designating her to filling out reports or running simple data tests that involve no risk. Even Ben is, without Johnny's instruction, kind of mother-henning her when he's around
Sue is, truly, the only one not trying to make her feel like she can't do anything. Sue went through it herself, with Reed's constant need to check over her, but the difference was that Reed still fully understood that Sue was her own person and there was no stopping her from doing as she pleased. It's not that Johnny doesn't see reader as her own person, it's that he's scared. They lost their parents young, all he's ever really had is Sue and Reed and Ben (and now Franklin) in his life, and he's shown constantly that he'd lay down his life if it meant protecting any one of them. The same goes for reader. That's his dream girl, the one girl he's ever truly wanted, and now she's giving him the chance to have the family he's always wanted, just like Reed and Sue do. That makes all those little moments of Johnny's overprotectiveness a little less intense, and a little more endearing, knowing he's doing it all just because of how much he loves her.
(I hope you're doing good girlie, I have ALSO been drowning in work for the last two weeks as well as spending half my free time yelling at my girls during softball practice lol)
okay, so dumb thought: remember how i said sometime back that reader as doom’s daughter being head over heels with johnny would make for a terrible romeo and juliet?
well
what if wonder!reader’s biological dad is actually dr. doom??? *cue thunder sfx and dramatic piano* it makes sense she’s got his brains, but her mother’s spirit.
anwaz, it’s just a dumb thought. then slowly it leads up to doomsday and she’s suddenly thrown in the mix and the F4 have to save her and the multiverse. also, i hate this spoiler/leak from mcu themselves, but the F4 get separated and she ends up with either Wanda, her bio dad, or good ‘ol peter parker.
(its monday where i live and man do i love to start my work week with a headache 😀 keep safe, you)
…girl you don’t gotta kick my door in I’ll give you a key 🤣🤣🤣
But oh…oh my god? Oh MY GOD?
Why…why does this actually work? Holy fuck you just sparked the Wattpad OC fic writer in me back alive like why do I wanna make this a full story now with THAT as the twist holy shit???????
(It’s Monday for me too, and I don’t wanna be here at my desk lmao)
A quiet groan leaves his lips as he pressed his cheek deeper into the pillow, voice muffled through the cushions.
It tingles. But it feels so so good — the rhythmic tap of your fingers before you begin to drag your fingertips across his bare back, feeling the little scars and brushing over the bruises with soft reverence.
His back muscles are tensing, arms wrapped around the pillow, biceps flexing ever so slightly, jaw clenching as he tries to cover his own whimpers.
“Feels s’good.” a shudder runs down his spine.
“Hmm? What was that, pretty boy?” a teasing hum.
You are making yourself comfortable on the back of his hip, leaning right over him and letting your hands roam around — before kneading the well built muscles.
The feeling of them makes you incredibly giddy, all happy to be the only one who gets to see him so bare.
“All yours, continue.”
Instead of heading his plead, you do the opposite and halt mid movement — he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please continue.” he corrects himself.
“Good.” you whisper and do as he pleases, beginning to scratch harshly.
“Shit—”
The unforgiving, red marks vividly appear as you run your fingernails across his back. The contour beneath his skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the full shape of his back. And the way his muscles stretch and tighten as his hands curl around the fabrics of the pillow.
You fucking love it, bite your lower lips while leaning forward and massage his shoulder. Your shadow falls over him as you loom right inches above him, one hand trailing down to his biceps to squeeze it lightly.
“Wish this could go on forever, you’re too good f’me.” he buries his face deeper into the pillow.
He could feel your palm dragging over the hard, defined parts of his spine. Then it wanders down, fingertips dipping into the curve of his lower back and it tingles comfortably. He relishes in the way your touch seems to linger on the hard, corded muscles, tracing little maps.
As soon as you pressed a little harder against it, dipping right between the curve — he subconsciously arches his back.
Was looking on the bluelock wiki and apparently sae regularly takes 1 hour naps?! thought it was such a cute idea for a lil drabble so here you gooo. literally just straight fluff.
As much as your boyfriend rejected the idea of spooning, protesting that sleep was strictly a time of rest and personal space, you could always count on his mid-day nap as a loophole to his no-cuddling policy. By afternoon, after interviews and practices, Sae practically had no energy left to deal with people; not even to swat you away. So, to his misfortune, it eventually became accepted routine for you to snap on some brand-sponsored eye masks and settle down on the couch with him during his designated nap time - at exactly 3 pm.
"Alright," he would say, setting the timer on his watch. "Come here."
And at 3 pm exactly, your only rule was to keep silent. Almost always, you found yourself on top of him, your head resting on his chest so you could fall asleep to his heartbeat. He'd tolerate the clinginess, just for an hour, and maybe unconsciously (?) sling an arm around your waist protectively. The two of you would stay like that until both of you fell asleep. Once you woke up, the precious hour would be over in an instant.
This habit of his (now, yours) had actually proved effective to your sleep schedule - you found yourself less groggy during the end of the day, and your overall energy had increased decently. Though often, you wondered, was it really the sleep that rejuvenated you, or getting to be in Sae's arms?
So, on an unassuming night, you decided to experiment. Shifting sneakily under the covers, you carefully took Sae's hand, beginning to wrap it around your waist as slowly as you could until you heard his tongue click. You groaned.
"Uh-uh," he muttered groggily. "Don't even try it, babe."
Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it
SUMMARY: Blame the Unbirthday revelry, the spiked punch, the swirl of sweets and music. Blame your own daring, if you must—
But you can’t blame fate when you find yourself tangled in the sheets of the one you secretly longed for all along.
CHARACTERS: Trey Clover / Leona Kingscholar / Jade Leech / Jamil Viper / Idia Shroud / Silver x F!Yuu (Reader) 50% chance to a have a few new characters at the end
TAGS: Spicy, a bit of smut, sugar coating fluff, sloppy and a bit of crack, drunk sex.
WARNING: porn with plot, nudity, unprotected sex (always wrap it up!!), oral fixation, oral sex (reciving and giving), fingering, mild gagging, mild dirty talk, pet names, lost of virginity.
COMMENTS: All characters are +18 Part two here - Part three here
Divider @enchanthings
Unbirthday parties at NRC always follow the rules—the oh-so-“questionable” rules of Heartslabyul—but for some reason, whether it’s the music or the sheer number of another dorms guests, the tension released after finals, or maybe just the chaos of other dorms sharing food, sweets, and drinks right in Riddle’s territory, this party doesn’t even feel… unusual anymore.
Maybe it’s also the fact that Ace is way too quiet in the corner, hunched over himself, trying (and failing) to hide a rather large vial in his hand. You know that when Ace has that mischievous smile and not a shred of remorse in sight, nothing good can come out of the redhead; and this occasion won’t be an exception. Especially not after you saw him pour that very vial into the punch bowl.
“Trappola tradition,” you hear him say. It seems his older brother has passed down the baton for the worst prank.
Whatever Ace poured in there, the air gets sweeter, tinged with a rainbow of colors, with that feeling you get when you finally come of age and know exactly what you want and desire, and that hint of something not entirely legal for a school campus.
Someone, probably Floyd, starts chanting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!” and Epel’s already on his second drink, trying to prove he can handle alcohol better than anyone. Grim, meanwhile, is busy fishing out slices of floating fruit, muttering about the injustice of being banned from the dessert table.
Riddle tries to keep his composure, doing his best not to think about the countless rules being broken in his own lounge, but the blush on his cheeks and the way he wobbles from side to side give him away—he’s not immune to the spirit of the party… and maybe he’s already had a taste of the punch.
You try to take it easy, but it’s hard when everyone keeps handing you drinks, plates of fruit, little candies with mysterious fillings. The world feels slow and slippery, like honey running through your veins, and suddenly you’re part of a tightly packed crowd in the lounge, shoulders pressed together, glasses raised, clinking them to the beat of a song nobody quite remembers the words to.
You catch Ruggie stuffing three types of chocolate into his pockets—not before slipping a couple into your hands, though. “Eat up! Or you’ll regret it tomorrow.” Kalim drags you onto the dance floor, his laughter easy, his hands never still, bracelets jingling as he spins you through the crowd.
The drinks get sweeter, the candies and fruits stronger. You lose track of how much you’ve had after the third glass. Laughter floats in the air, yours mixing with theirs.
You remember Vil’s perfume enveloping you as his knuckles brush along your cheek, making you shiver. “Having fun, darling?”
You just nod before walking to the other side of the room to separate Ace and Deuce—apparently both are on the verge of causing nuclear disaster in the middle of the lounge over who can fit more marshmallows in their mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leona sprawling even lazier than usual across the sofa, and Malleus… well, laughing and making the air tremble a little.
Everything that came after you remember in lazy waves: laughter blooming warm in your chest, the tickle of someone’s breath on your ear; someone tucking a wildflower behind your ear—was it a white or red rose? It doesn’t matter, 'cause seconds later someone else snatches it away with their teeth and a grin that’s barely even trying to be subtle.
The music pounds in your ears until, at some point, everything settles and you’re wrapped in silence. You remember flashes in that quiet: lips tasting of chocolate pressed to yours, teeth biting your throat, hands brushing your skin under your clothes, laughter melting into moans.
Your hands are everywhere, entwined with someone else’s, tangled in soft strands of hair, clutching a shirt as you fumble with the buttons, at a belt, at the bedsheets, everything is heat, color, and taste. The world tilts and spins and you let go, trusting in the madness of it all, in the hands gripping your waist, in the mouth claiming you, in that lovely sensation of being wanted, claimed, and utterly ruined all at once and in every possible way.
When you finally wake up, the light is all wrong and comes in without asking permission, your thighs feel heavy and there’s that pleasant tingle between them, something itches at your neck, and you’ve got hair in your face.
Your head hurts—no, scratch that, your head is pounding and trying to open your eyes is a very bad idea right now. You take a deep breath and the pain’s still there, hammering away, demanding you face the day.
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Trey
When you slowly turn your head, you find Trey sleeping on his stomach, one lazy arm under the pillow, hair a mess but annoyingly attractive. You assume his glasses are on his nightstand, the sheets dangerously low over his hips.
His hips… bare.
His chest is bare too.
You look down at your own body and—bingo—you’re naked too.
And these aren’t your sheets, this isn’t your pillow, and obviously, this isn’t your dorm bed.
Holy… fuck.
You try to remember, even with the pounding headache, half mortified, half… half what, exactly? Surprised? Embarrassed? Or just utterly satisfied to have such a god lying next to you?
Flashes hit you without warning: the warmth of Trey’s hand guiding you away from the crowd, his soft laughter by your ear, both of you laughing at some joke only the two of you found funny, stumbling together until you crashed into bed.
The taste of icing and the sweetness of strawberries on Trey’s lips when he kissed you fiercely; did he feed you with his fingers, or did you steal the flavor right from his mouth?
His hands roaming every inch of you, his palms warm; his tongue scandalous, licking you slow and deep, teasing your clit, sliding between your wet folds, holding your hips so you couldn’t escape.
Him straightening up, wiping his mouth with his thumb, looking you right in the eyes.
You felt the tip of his cock pressing against your wet pussy, sliding in slowly, panting against your lips, deep strokes, but completely sensual.
“You like how I fill you up, right? You’re so wet, so beautiful,” he’d murmured against your ear, holding one of your legs up over his shoulder to push even deeper.
The way he held both your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, thrusting over and over, deep, hitting your sweet spot, probably making you scream.
Trey’s name on your lips when he made you cum, slipping two fingers inside you to stretch you even more while his cock was still buried deep.
The moment he held you after it was all over, the fingers of one hand tangled in your hair and the other lazily drawing circles on your back.
Trey shifts, stretching and opening one eye, still half-asleep. He gives you a small, crooked smile when he sees you—serene… and breath taking.
“Good morning.”
Goddamn, even his voice is too sexy...add that rough, low tone and you’re already wet again.
“Did you sleep well? Headache?”
Is it that obvious?
“Uh… yeah, yeah, a little.”
Trey sits up and the sheets slide dangerously lower, lower, on his hips. You try not to look… but fail.
Obviously you fail, who are we kidding? The view of this man’s torso alone is enough to make you start drooling. Those strong arms from all that kneading, the abs, the broad shoulders, and…
Marks?
He has marks on his neck?
Some are obviously hickeys… others look like the start of scratches that trail down his back.
You bite your lip, desperate to look at his back, to see the scratches you obviously left, and see how strong his muscles are there.
“Did we…?” It’s a dumb question—you obviously had sex—but you need to hear it from him.
“Yup… several times, actually.”
The heat that rushes to your cheeks is uncontrollable, almost the same shade of red as his bed curtains.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Are you regretting it?”
Please, this man can’t be any sweeter or he’d cause diabetes.
Trey kisses your temple when he realizes there’s not even a hint of regret, or fear, or doubt.
Then, he gets up and starts looking for something to wear before going to get breakfast.
OH MY GOD THAT BODY!!!
And the scratch marks from your nails down his back, and his ass… and his cock, half-hard.
Trey notices you’re basically devouring him with your eyes… “Do you want breakfast, or do you want me to jog your memory with another round?”
He winks at you before pulling on his glasses, boxers and uniform pants and leaving the room to get you something to eat and something for your hangover.
Ah… you could die peacefully in that bed.
Leona
It’s the heat that you notice first—something heavy and solid pressing against you from behind, half-sprawled over your side, as if you were a possession. His possession
Your nose fills with a musky, warm, spiced scent, with hints of something… wild. It’s accompanied by the soft, steady sound of breathing.
You try to open your eyes, but the light only makes things worse, so you’re forced to rely on your other instincts and sensations.
You feel something wrapping around your leg, something soft, moving, tickling you lightly with part of its fur.
Wait… fur?
Is he holding you with a tail?
A TAIL?!
You force one eye open and the first thing you see, in all its glorious splendor, is Leona’s bare chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your stomach.
You follow the line of that arm and realize you’re naked too…
You lift the sheets. Yep. Very naked.
Your skin tingles and your hips ache, your thighs feel like jelly, clear evidence that the bed wasn’t used just for sleeping.
You try to move, but Leona’s arm is like an iron bar, stopping you from even sitting up, his fingers tightening possessively on your hip. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tail slide upward, his ears twitch.
“Going somewhere, little mouse?” His voice is deep and rough right by your ear.
You turn your head and meet the lion’s wide green eyes, far too awake for this early in the morning. He gives you a half-smile, one fang showing, dangerously smug and a little arrogant… well, very arrogant.
That look is unmistakably that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.
You pull the sheets up to cover yourself a bit more, as if there were any way to hide a nakedness that had clearly already been explored hours ago for… quite a while.
“What happened last night?” Your mind is racing and your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest.
Leona growls softly, though he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest that you’re covering your “modesty.”
“After how loud you were all night, I figured you’d remember at least something.”
Your face goes nuclear red. You clutch the sheet tighter, but it’s useless. You’re in his bed, in his territory.
“Did we… sleep together?”
“Sleep?” You hear a low, amused scoff from his chest. “Oh, we did more than sleep… want me to remind you?”
He doesn’t need to. Your body does it for him.
Not only do you feel the dampness between your thighs, but there are bite marks along them, already starting to bruise, traitors that reveal just how intimate last night was.
You can feel a few on your neck and collarbone too; they don’t hurt, but you know they’re going to be bright red well into the morning.
Your own memories begin to surface: your hands in his hair as you both devoured each other’s mouths in the hallway, his low, rough voice murmuring when he finally pulled back, “Do you want me to take you to my bed, or do you want me to wreck you right here in the hallway?”
His lips moving from your shoulder down to your breasts, massaging one with his large palm while he trapped your nipple between his lips, licking it and making you arch your back.
“Say my name, again. Do it again” every time you moaned with each thrust. Your face buried in the pillow while he took you from behind, relentless and unhurried, panting heavily over you.
His hands roaming your entire body, strong, confident, taking what he wanted without asking; his teeth grazing your neck. Was it just one bite he left, or several?
His name on your lips every time he made you cum, even when he was nowhere near finishing himself. Pride mixing with hunger as he felt you clench those soft walls around his cock.
The boldness in your voice when you begged for more and more. “Please, harder… harder, Leona” How could he possibly say no?
You remember being on top of him, legs spread wide as you rode him desperately, thighs shaking; him leaning back, hands behind his head, enjoying his private show.
His strong hands on your ass, “helping” you move faster, impaling you with every thrust.
Leona coming inside you, holding you tight against him. “That’s it, little mouse, fill yourself up with me”
“You were wild—I barely managed to get your clothes off,” Leona pulls you out of your thoughts as he props himself up on one arm without a hint of shame, his body fully on display.
“Not that I’m complaining. You were pretty insistent when you rode me and asked for a second round. And a third.”
You let out a small squeak and cover your face with both hands. “Please, stop.”
Leona straightens and takes your hands in his, pinning them above your head against the pillow; he flips you onto your back with ridiculous ease, looming over you with a feral grin. You’re caged, completely at his mercy.
And gods, his body lit by the morning sunlight is far too delicious.
“You look incredibly tempting.” His gaze roams over your face and body, barely covered by the sheets.
He gives your shoulder a small bite and laughs when you let out a little yelp. “Want another round? Or breakfast so you don’t pass out on top of me?”
You glare at him, cheeks burning; you want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.
“Breakfast… then we’ll see.”
He pecks your lips softly. “Good girl.” And then he gets out of bed without the slightest bit of modesty, tail swaying, letting you admire the scratch marks trailing down his back.
Jade
Why does the silence feel like you’ve been swallowed by the sea?
And why does it smell like seawater? And sea salt?
The room is so dim that the few rays of light filtering through the curtains make strange patterns on the bed.
And it’s a kind of dimness you haven’t seen in Ramshackle for a long time… which means, this is not your room.
Everything hurts; your throat is raw, your lips are swollen, your body heavy, like something squeezed you until there was nothing left.
You try to move but there’s a hand on your belly, a thumb lazily drawing small circles on your bare skin.
Bare skin…
BARE SKIN?!?!
You sit up—and it’s a very bad idea. The hangover slams into your head and you bring your hand up to your temple.
“Ah… looks like you’ve got a hangover, and considering how eager you were last night…”
You turn your head to find Jade’s smile—small and polite, but absolutely terrifying.
“Does my pearl need something to make her morning… more productive?”
“Jade…” your voice comes out hoarse and rough, and you cough, trying to clear the discomfort.
“Ah, I warned you I might wear you out. Seems I was right, hm?”
The memories hit you so hard they make your headache worse:
Jade pulling you away from the party, an astute glint in his eyes and his voice serene yet venomous, coaxing you into the comfort of his room—his bed.
His hands stripping away every piece of clothing until you stood naked before him, his fingers mapping your sensitive skin, anticipating every tremor, seeking out what made you sigh, moan, or arch.
Your boldness as you made him sit and you knelt in front of him, your lips around his cock, trying to take him deeper and deeper. His praises made your pussy wet and made you want to do better, his hands in your hair guiding you, helping you choke on him.
Your eyes brimming with tears when you looked up and saw him smiling, pleased, fingers caressing your cheek before plunging you into a fast, unkind rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
Your own mouth screaming in pleasure as he took you from behind, you on all fours on the bed, ass up, completely at the mercy of his hands and hips.
“Come on, little pearl, cum for me” the authority in his voice, impossible to resist, every word a praise tangled with a command.
Your climax hitting so hard it left you sprawled on the bed; Jade grabbing your head so you couldn’t move, your screams muffled by the pillow as he found a better angle to fuck you, making you cum again.
The taste of his cum when he made you take him back into your mouth and spill inside.
You swallow, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky, ruined, “holy shit”
He runs his thumb over your hip bone, where the bruise from his grip is already fading… only to grab you there again, just as hard as you barely remember.
“Overwhelmed, maybe? Though I must say… you were so hungry for me you nearly made me mistake you for a predator.”
Jade sits up and the sheets slide even lower on his hips. He’s so tall it feels like he could cover you completely. He admires the bites and marks he left all over your chest, shoulders, and neck.
You’re his own personal canvas, and the fact that there are still places left unmarked… it’s intoxicating to him.
He pushes you back, slipping between your legs again, hands running along your sides before gripping your thighs and positioning them around his hips.
“Dare to tell me you regret it, little one.” When you shake your head, terrified but just as aroused, he adjusts your legs around his hips, letting you feel how half-hard and hungry for you he still is.
“Excellent,” he kisses the tip of your nose before rolling his hips, brushing against your clit. “So, do you want another round or some tea for that poor throat?”
You shiver, completely lost to his movements and the pleasure slowly building inside you.
“I won’t let you surface just yet, my pearl”
Jamil
For a few blissful seconds you think you’re safe in your own bed, within the walls of Ramshackle… until the scent of countless spices fills the air. Clove, cinnamon, something deep and intoxicating, spicy.
Yeah… you’re not in Ramshackle.
Is it wise to open your eyes with the sunlight filtering in through the window? Unfortunately, you’ll have to.
Eyes open and a hammering headache, you recognize the décor: elegant, gold details, Arabic architecture… Looks like you ended up in Scarabia.
Okay, one problem solved; now… who’s breathing against your neck, slow and steady?
You turn just enough to see the mess of dark tousled hair belonging to Jamil, splayed across the sheets and pillow. He’s on his stomach, facing you, eyes closed but with a small smile on his lips; his arm stretched out across your hips, giving you slow, gentle caresses.
You blink—once, twice, three times.
One more, just to give your brain a chance to process that his torso is bare and the sheets are dangerously low.
You freeze, memories hitting you in dizzying flashes through your hangover: his eyes shining in the half-light, pinning you with his gaze from across the lounge, like he was drawing you to him with nothing but his eyes.
Your body pressed to his while he whispered something in your ear that had nothing to do with the party, but still made your cheeks flush… more than they already were from the punch.
His hands, so careful with everything he handles, guiding you into a different kind of dance—one that didn’t need music or an audience; your laughter mixing with his before finding your lips, his mouth hungry.
The taste of spicy spices, and a hint of mint, with every kiss and stroke of his tongue across your skin, intoxicating and making you shiver.
Jamil kneeling at the edge of the bed, grabbing your feet and pulling you toward the edge so he could run his tongue along your soaked folds and slip it inside. Sucking on your clit until you were shaking.
The cry of his name when he made you cum with his fingers inside, curved and massaging your most sensitive spot.
His voice in your ear, soft but commanding, ordering, “Look at me, habibti” every word coaxing you closer to the edge. Sharp images of your wrists pinned above your head by his hands, of how he made you arch for him, Jamil’s long hair falling over your face as he watched you from above, his pupils blown wide and a bead of sweat trailing down his neck.
Your legs shaking, the pressure of his hand on your throat while he pounded into you again and again, his hips driving hard, his abs rubbing against your belly; his movements calculated, slow when you were desperate, brutal when you begged.
You let out a whimper, and that’s when Jamil opens his eyes. He blinks, then his gaze sharpens, lazy and sly.
“Morning”
Your mouth is dry, cheeks blazing. “Oh my Sevens… what happened last night?”
Jamil kisses your shoulder, moving up to your collarbone, your neck, up to your jaw before giving you a little bite.
“You don’t remember anything?”
“Fr-fragments.”
You feel his hand sliding down your thigh… and realize you’re also naked under the sheets.
Okay, yep, we fucked… got it.
“You were bold. Even eager.”
His hand slides up, up, reaching the wetness between your legs. Your skin lights up and a jolt runs down your spine.
“I regret not doing this sooner,” is all he says before claiming your lips again, his fingers slipping inside.
You moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip, heart stumbling—but all you care about is melting in Jamil’s arms.
“Let me take care of you, habibti,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll make you forget about your hangover”
And when Jamil pulls you back under the sheets, you’re pretty sure you don’t want to remember anything but this.
Idia
The silence in the room is so intense it feels like you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.
The first thing you notice is that the bed feels… off—not the pseudo-comfort you remember from your bed in Ramshackle.
Second, your head is about to explode; third, you’re naked and there’s a chill in the air, as if warmth doesn’t exist, making every hair on your body stand on end.
You crack one eye open, grateful that the blue light is diffuse and not too harsh, though it still hurts to look at.
Blue light… you turn your head and see a glowing skull. On the other side, way too many monitors crammed onto a single desk, one of those screens has thirty code windows open.
You bolt upright when you realize you’re not just in Idia’s room… you’re completely naked in Idia’s room.
There’s a groan beside you, the creak of bedsheets, and movement.
You turn around; a chaos of blue hair, pale bare shoulders, and a pair of yellow glowing eyes blinking at you from behind a curtain of messy hair.
Idia stares at you, mouth open, emitting a high-pitched, static-like whine; the ends of his blue hair turning pink, then pure red from embarrassment.
There’s a sound like a computer blue-screening right before Idia lets out a strangled squeak, scrambling backwards to put distance between you...then promptly falls off the bed with a loud crash.
“HOLY SHIT, IDIA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
“N-NO!! I’M NOT OKAY!! Wh-what did we do last night? Ohgodoh godohgodohgod—”
Idia grabs a pillow, but no matter how hard he tries, he’s bigger and taller than it.
He’s about to combust
“I died last night and on my way to the dorm something hit my head and I died again, and got isekai’d to some forbidden erotic world…”
You reach over and pinch his arm hard to bring him back to reality. “Ow!”
“This is real, Idia! We actually had sex!”
Heat rushes up your neck as flashes of last night come back: your hands on his, surprisingly warm, pulling him close to you in the middle of the party. Shy smiles, nervous giggles.
Idia’s inexperienced lips on your neck, his hands awkwardly squeezing your hips until you taught him how to hold you right.
His monotone voice now a whisper, full of need and want, “Are you sure? I-I’ve never—” and yours, suddenly bold, telling him you want him now.
The blue fire of his hair lighting up the darkness of his room and the naked skin of you both; the nervous way he looked at you and touched you, learning with every move of your hands over his on your hips, your breasts.
His eyes going wide as you guided his fingers to your clit and whispered in his ear how wet you were for him; his long, slender fingers working magic between your folds, barely realizing what he was doing.
Idia stammering as he tried to put on the condom backwards and failed—twice—begging you for help between gasps and awkward laughter. “Why is this so complicated? This… never happens in doujins…”
The exact moment he entered you for the first time, his breath hitching, a sharp, surprised moan as he felt himself inside you—slick and completely ready for him to go deeper, harder; to be entirely his.
Him finishing ‘embarrassingly’ fast (according to him). But all it did was make you want another round, and another, and another.
His lips traveling down your neck and, in a moment of sheer daring and lust, squeezing your breasts together to suck and bite your nipples at the same time, making you arch your back to give him more and more.
The way he moaned your name when you rode him for the first time, desperate not to finish too soon again, but absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your body so free and needy for him.
You taking complete control, hands on his chest, grinding your hips to rub your clit against his pelvis and clench your soft walls around his cock.
Idia groans with embarrassment, interrupting your lascivious memories.
“I-it’s not like… I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, it’s just… this is… max difficulty! Like, y-you’re like a goddess… most beautiful OP character… y-yeah and I—”
“And you’re Idia… was it at least good for you?”
His voice turns to static and he locks eyes with you in a rare burst of confidence.
“Good?! It was… it was overlord level. Uh. You were… really… really—”
Another memory hits: Idia clutching the sheets with every roll of your hips, moaning in time with you. His hands grabbing your hips, squeezing your thighs and holding on to you like his life depended on it.
After a while, still avoiding your gaze, Idia returns to the bed, hiding behind the pillow again. It’s almost cute...
No, it’s very cute. And funny.
You take the pillow away and let him curl up beside you again. For now, both of you log out of reality outside his room and let Idia melt under your touch.
Game over for virginity, am I right?
Silver
You wake up with the weight of an arm draped across your waist and the warmth of a body pressed against your back. The bed is way too comfortable, and your body… way too happy, though aching and with a hangover that could flatten you in the sun.
Little memories float to the surface: lights, very loud music, punch spiked with alcohol, a whirlwind of colors… and something silver blurring your vision.
Silver’s hair between your fingers as you kissed, his eyes—clear and bright—locked on yours in the middle of the chaos, giving you a look that told you both to take this moment somewhere else.
The feel of soft, sweet sheets on your bare skin stops your thoughts in their tracks, making you open your eyes and turn your head to the side.
Girl… you’ve got Silver, completely naked, behind you. His strong, well-trained arm pinning you against his chest.
Ahhhh… his chest; bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He’s beautiful in that fairytale way that only storybooks promise.
How can someone, even while asleep, look so utterly tempting?
Why is there a tingling between your legs? And why can’t you feel them? Or rather… why do they feel so wet?
Your heart skips several beats. Holy. Shit.
I slept with Silver. I slept with Silver.
You can’t stop staring at the perfect physique of the man beside you, so muscular, drinking in the view, flashes of the night before returning in blinding white bursts:
Your laughter muffled against his shoulder in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, his voice low but steady whispering sweet things—and something that made your pussy throb, needy and expectant. The warmth of his hand on your waist as he led you to a deserted hallway to devour your mouth right there.
The taste of his lips, sweet and a little shy at first, but no less hungry and full of desire, his tongue sliding into your mouth and both hands gripping your thighs to lift you up and pin you to the wall.
His fingers playing with every button and fold of your clothes, peeling you out of each layer until you were completely exposed for him; the pressure as they slipped inside you and a moan escaped your lips.
His warm, solid body over you, until he sat you on his lap; face to face, your breasts pressed to his chest, your nipples rubbing against his skin as you bounced with each thrust of his hips, his arms holding you tight against him.
Gentle, noble kisses on your cheeks, your shoulders, even your knuckles; kissing you softly, slowly, savoring you and making you feel wanted and loved.
His cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy with ease, not too fast, not too slow, wanting to set a pace that could last all night.
But your moans and pleas for him to go faster—“More, Silver, please, more”—made it a little difficult.
“I’ll give you everything, beautiful, just hold on tight”
And you did; to his shoulders, his arms, even to the sheets themselves when the pace sped up, laying you down on the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders, the new angle making you cum again and again and again, so easily it was almost ridiculous.
You feel the tingling intensify down low and you shift.
Silver stirs and blinks awake. A few seconds of confusion before he notices your face, your bare shoulders, the way you’re clutching the sheet… adorable.
“Good morning beautiful”
And he says it with the most natural, gentle tone in the world.
“Are you alright?” he squeezes your waist and pulls you a little closer.
Boom, straight to the heart.
For a moment, he hesitates, thinking maybe… maybe, there’s regret in your eyes, maybe even shame.
Finding none, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and settles you against his chest; he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You look so beautiful in the morning, I want to wake up like this every day”
A soft kiss on your cheek, then another on your nose, then one more on your neck.
And, to finish, one slow, sweet kiss on your lips—savoring the promise of more in the future.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
Anticipation shivers under your skin.
“Don’t stop”
╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌╌╌𖤐☽༓☾𖤐╌╌╌╌
Ace … and ... Deuce
You wake up with the worst hangover of your life—moving is a lost cause and opening your eyes isn’t even an option. You feel like you might throw up at any second and then just go back to sleep.
There’s a pounding behind your eyes, the kind that makes you swear you’ll never drink punch again… never drink punch that’s been tampered with by Ace; hell, you’ll never go to another party again.
You roll over and two things hit you: first, you’re naked, like, obscenely naked; second, someone is snoring rudely right in your ear.
A sharp flash stabs through your skull. You remember being squished from all sides while dancing, multiple hands on your waist, and two pairs of lips on your neck.
Turning left, you see Ace waking up. Looks like the hangover is killing him too. He grabs his head as he sits up, elbow propped on the mattress, lets out a heavy sigh and tries to open his eyes—and they lock with yours.
God knows how, but this bastardly redhead manages to give you the cockiest, most infuriating grin that makes you want to punch him right in the face.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty”
“Call me that again and I’ll shove your uniform shoe up your ass, Ace.”
Ace just grins wider and lets out a little laugh… followed by a pained groan as he closes his eyes, keeping the pain under control.
You smack his arm to wipe that smile off his face...and realize he’s just as naked as you.
“Ace… what the hell did you do?”
You blush, covering yourself with the sheets as much as you can, actually, even more. All that’s left is to cover your face and you’d be a mummy.
“Aww, don’t make that face, you’re the one who climbed on top of me after the punch.”
“You’re the one who spiked it!!”
“Didn’t hear you complaining when you were begging us for more—”
You smack him on the head with a pillow; your shrieks and his, plus the loud thump of the pillow, echo through the whole room.
“What the fuck… why are you two so noisy?”
Deuce’s voice sounds from behind you, raspy and just as hungover as you two.
You look at him… he looks at you… his eyes travel down to his own equally naked body… Confusion turns to horror, horror into high-pitched groans.
“What happened? What did we do? Why are we naked?!”
Between the throbbing headache and Deuce’s panicking, you try to remember a little more of this… wild rebellious night.
You remember being with the dynamic duo on the dance floor, Ace whispering dirty promises in your ear, Deuce pulling you closer to him. Then both of them trapping you between them.
Their taste—Ace like candy and mischief, Deuce like cinnamon and adrenaline.
The three of you running through Ramshackle’s halls, stumbling, sometimes collapsing in a tangle of laughs, hands, and feet.
The bed—Sevens, the bed. Sheets scattered everywhere; Ace’s mouth on your neck, Deuce’s trembling hands pulling off your clothes, both fighting over who would take off the last piece.
Spoiler: both of them did it with confident hands before lunging for your lips, your breasts, your legs.
Kisses mixed with laughter, limbs tangled, the chemistry between these two as they made you cume; sloppy at first, then more assured.
The pressure of one sliding between your legs, spreading you open and burying himself deep; the other opening your lips to take him in your mouth. Both working as a team, building a rhythm, admiring how your body adapted to being fucked from both ends.
“Look how we’re breaking you, baby. You’re so wet… I could drown in here,” Ace groaning, rough and loud, grabbing your hair and pushing you down on Deuce’s pelvis with every thrust.
“That’s it, pretty, just like that, don’t stop, swallow it all,” Deuce murmuring as his cock slides down your throat, robbing you of breath for a few delicious seconds.
The way they took turns—one in your pussy, the other in your mouth… but you also remember a sharper pressure at your ass.
The moment when they both wanted to be in your wet pussy together; when one pulled out, the other pushed in, stretching you until you screamed their names, rubbing together inside your softest, most sensitive spot.
The moment you didn’t just cum with both their cocks inside, but, thanks to the pressure and the delicious way they filled you...you squirted, soaking the bed, your belly, and probably Ace’s too.
You moaned, screamed, writhed; the boys turned on by seeing you so free, so full of them, Ace twisting your already-sensitive nipples, Deuce running his tongue over your dripping pussy.
Dizzy flashes of being held in the air, legs around Deuce hips, hands and arms held by Ace, your arms wrapped around his waist too. Each of them fucking you from a different end, watching your tits bounce with every thrust; a mess of spit, sweat, tears, and their cum leaking from both your holes.
The three of you collapsed in bed, panting; Deuce’s arm wrapped around your waist, Ace curled around your chest, fondling your extra-sensitive tit in a playful way—until he switched to gentle caresses. Both seeking your warmth and your touch.
Your breath catches with all the memories. The heat rises not just to your cheeks, but a lot, lot lower.
“I’m never drinking your punch ever again,” Deuce growls, holding his head.
“Don’t you wanna know how good we are at sharing this pretty princess?”
Deuce tosses a pillow at him, but with no force, Ace catches it with one hand, laughing.
The redhead just gets cockier, trapping you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. You feel his lips leaving little kisses on your nape and cheeks.
Deuce, still hungover and dying of embarrassment, scoots in front of you, wrapping you up with one strong… very strong… arm.
Both of them attack you with twice as many kisses.
Your head may be pounding, but at least you’re laughing in the arms of these two idiots.
Ace will never let you be alone. He shows up uninvited when you need someone most, appearing at your door with some flimsy excuse about needing to borrow your notes or complaining that Deuce is being insufferable, but really he just knows.
He knows when the silence gets too heavy, when your smile does not quite reach your eyes, when you are holding yourself together with sheer willpower and nothing else.
He does not ask if you are okay because that would make it real and uncomfortable and way too serious for someone like him to handle gracefully, so instead he sprawls across your bed and complains about everything under the sun until you find yourself arguing back, and somewhere in the familiar rhythm of bickering the tightness in your chest starts to ease.
He is annoying and intrusive and never knows when to shut up, but he also never makes you carry anything alone, never lets you disappear into your own head for too long, never allows the hard days to swallow you whole because he will drag you back out kicking and screaming if he has to, though usually he does it by shoving his phone in your face with some dumb meme or challenging you to a game he knows you will lose just to get that spark back in your eyes.
Deuce remembers everything you say, even the things you mention in passing without thinking twice about them.
Deuce Spade
You could tell him once, months ago, that you like a specific flavor of juice or that a certain song reminds you of home, and he will file it away in his mind like it matters, like every small piece of you is worth remembering.
He shows up with that juice when you are stressed about exams, records that song when he hears it playing somewhere, asks if you want to go to that restaurant you mentioned liking back during orientation week.
It is never a grand gesture and he gets embarrassed when you point it out, turning red and insisting it is not a big deal, that he just happened to remember or it was on his way anyway, but you know better. You know that he listens when you talk, genuinely listens, and that he cares enough to hold onto the little details that make you who you are.
He takes you seriously in a way that feels rare and precious, never dismissing your problems as too small or your feelings as an overreaction, and when you tell him about your day he does not just wait for his turn to talk, he actually wants to know, asking follow-up questions and getting invested in the drama with people he has never even met because it matters to you so it matters to him.
Jack Howl
Jack notices when you are tired before you say anything.
He sees the way you are holding your shoulders, the heaviness in your movements, the slightly dazed look that means you are running on empty and sheer stubbornness, and he does not make a big deal out of it but suddenly he is taking care of the little things you do not have energy for.
He carries your bag without asking, grabs your lunch for you when he gets his own, steers you away from crowded hallways when he can tell you are too worn down to deal with the noise. He does not hover or fuss because that would just make you feel worse, but his presence becomes this steady, reliable thing you can lean on without worry.
He texts you to make sure you ate, reminds you about assignments you might have forgotten, offers to study together because he knows you will actually take breaks if someone else is there to enforce them.
When you try to thank him he gets gruff and uncomfortable about it, insisting he is not doing anything special and you would do the same for him, and maybe that is true but it does not make it matter less. He looks out for you, making sure you are okay even when you are too tired or overwhelmed to take care of yourself properly.
Epel Felmier
Epel defends you when you are not there to defend yourself.
You do not always hear about it but he does not let people talk badly about you, does not let rumors go unchallenged or let anyone make you the butt of their jokes, and he does it even when it would be easier to stay quiet, even when standing up means drawing attention he does not want.
He has spent his whole life being underestimated and forced into boxes that do not fit, so he knows what it feels like when people make assumptions, and he refuses to let anyone do that to you without pushback. He is fiercely loyal in a way that sometimes surprises people who only see the delicate face and the careful manners Vil has drilled into him, but you know better.
You know that he will go to bat for you without hesitation, that your reputation and your feelings matter to him enough to risk getting into trouble, that he considers you worth fighting for.
He also never makes you feel like you owe him for it, never holds it over your head or demands gratitude, because to him that is just what you do for people you care about.
Ortho Shroud
Ortho celebrates your accomplishments no matter how small they are.
You could tell him you finally finished that assignment you were putting off or managed to get out of bed on a hard day or tried something new that scared you, and he lights up like you just told him you won the lottery.
He does not do it in a condescending way, does not treat you like a child who needs participation trophies, but his enthusiasm is so genuine and bright that you cannot help but feel proud of yourself too.
He wants you to recognize your own progress, wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he keeps track of your goals and dreams and mentions them later, asking how that thing you were working on is going or if you are still interested in that topic you were researching.
He sends you articles and videos he thinks you will like, tags you in posts that remind him of you, makes playlists based on your current mood because he has learned to read your emotional patterns better than most people could.
He makes you feel seen and valued, makes you feel like your existence brings something good into the world, and his love is this wholehearted, uncomplicated thing that does not demand anything in return except that you let yourself be cared for.
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek holds you to a higher standard because he believes you can meet it.
He does not coddle you or pretend your mistakes do not exist, and while that might sound harsh it actually means he takes you seriously as a person, sees your potential and refuses to let you sell yourself short.
He gets frustrated when you talk badly about yourself because he genuinely does not understand why you cannot see what he sees, why you insist on diminishing your own abilities when you are clearly capable of so much more.
He pushes you to try harder, do better, be more, but he also notices when you succeed and acknowledges it in his own loud, over-the-top way that somehow always makes you feel like you actually accomplished something worthwhile.
He does not compare you to anyone else because his standards for you are yours alone, based on what he knows you can do rather than arbitrary measures of what others have done.
When you are struggling he does not tell you to give up or lower your expectations, he tells you to keep going, offers to help you practice or study or train, sits with you through the difficult parts because he has faith that you will get through them.
His belief in you is absolute and unwavering, and on the days when you do not believe in yourself that certainty becomes something you can borrow until you find your own again.
Grim
Grim shares his food with you, and for a cat monster who treats every meal like it might be his last, that means everything.
He will complain about it, will make a big show of how generous he is being and how you better appreciate this, but he always makes sure you eat, pushing portions of his lunch toward you or "accidentally" ordering too much and insisting you help him finish it.
He curls up next to you when you are sad, his warm weight settling against your side or in your lap. He does not ask what is wrong because he does not need to know the details to know that you need comfort, and his presence becomes this grounding thing, something alive and real and dependent on you in a way that makes it harder to spiral into dark thoughts.
He talks about the future like you will obviously be there, makes plans that include you without question, assumes your continued presence in his life as a fundamental fact of reality.
"When we are famous mages" and "after we graduate" and "once we get our own place," always we, always together, his future so tangled up with yours that separation is not even a possibility he considers, and somehow that certainty, that unshakeable assumption that you belong with him, makes you feel more wanted than any flowery declaration ever could.
Greetings, fellow writer of the internet, I was curious to know if it is alright to request the Housewardens and Jamil from Twisted Wonderland x gn Reader, where the Housewardens and Jamil are trying their absolute best to hide their growing feelings for the reader, but their affection keeps slipping through in the small gestures they do for the reader, such gestures like lingering touches, remembering tiny details, or soft smiles they didn’t mean to show, etc.? I just absolutely love this concept; It makes my stomach flutter with joy!!!
── ⋆⋅☆ TWST HOUSEWARDENS - WAYS YOU CAN TELL THEY LIKE YOU
── ⋆⋅☆ AUTHORS NOTE Twin, where have I been? I have been renovating my room and working full-time. Sorry for my absence, though no one probably noticed lol, I am back now. And also ☝️🤓 I feel like this is some of my best work, not to pat myself on the back. I researched writing tips and stuff cause I wanna cook for y’all.
── ⋆⋅☆ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Riddle absolutely thinks he’s being subtle about his feelings. Spoiler: he is not.
At first, it’s tiny things. Like, microscopic.
He’ll stand a little closer to you than he does to anyone else. Not close enough to break a rule, of course, but close enough that Cater raises an eyebrow every time.
Whenever you talk to him, he answers a little too quickly. Like he was already listening for your voice before you even said his name.
He absolutely tries to keep his tone even and proper, but every now and then, he slips and sounds… soft?
Not “Riddle Rosehearts, Perfect Prefect of Heartslabyul” soft, but “boy with a crush who has no idea what to do about it” soft :/
Sometimes he’ll do this thing where he gives you a compliment but phrases it like it’s just an objective observation.
“Your handwriting is—adequate.”
Translation: he’s trying not to say “you look cute” and failing miserably.
But the real kicker is the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention.
Soft, warm, totally enamoured — like he’s letting himself feel everything he refuses to say out loud.
The second you look his way, though?
He straightens up, clears his throat again (this boy is singlehandedly hydrating himself by clearing his throat), and pretends he was absolutely not admiring you from five feet away.
We let him pretend.
He’s cute. He’s trying.
And one day, he’s absolutely going to crack and spill everything in one breath.
── ⋆⋅☆ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
Leona thinks he’s being smooth about hiding his feelings.
He is, in fact, being about as subtle as a brick.
At first, it’s the little things he swears no one will notice.
Like how he suddenly “just happens” to nap in the exact places you like to hang out.
Pure coincidence, of course. Definitely not planning. Leona would never.
He’ll be lying there with his arm over his eyes, pretending he didn’t track your schedule down to the minute.
You show up?
“Oh. Didn’t see you there.”
Leona, you absolutely did. He heard you coming from across campus.
And if anyone calls him out? Instant denial.
“What, you think I care? Don’t be stupid.”
Meanwhile he is actively glaring at anyone who stands within two feet of you.
But the biggest giveaway? His tail.
That thing has zero poker face.
When you sit beside him, it’ll flick once like he’s annoyed… but then curl around your ankle like it has a mind of its own.
He’ll pretend he’s asleep so he doesn’t have to explain it.
── ⋆⋅☆ AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Azul swears he’s keeping his feelings under control.
And, honestly? He tries.
But the man is about as subtle as a contract with fine print in size 6 font.
At first, it shows in how he suddenly pays a little too much attention to you.
Like, you mention something once, and he has it memorized like it’s part of a business deal.
Your favourite drink? Always stocked.
Your schedule? He somehow knows it better than you
He acts perfectly composed, of course.
Or… tries to.
Because every time you compliment him, he does that weird “pushes his glasses up and looks away” thing like he’s buffering.
He starts offering you “special discounts” at the Lounge.
Which would be normal… except you’re the only one getting them.
“Oh, it’s just a promotional offer.” :D
Azul, babe, no promotion on earth is ‘for (Y/N) only.’
We let him pretend.
He’s cute when he thinks he’s being smooth.
── ⋆⋅☆ KALIM AL ASIM
Kalim doesn’t hide his affection so much as he thinks he is.
There’s a difference.
A very adorable difference.
At first, it’s the way he lights up whenever you walk into a room.
Not a normal smile. No, no.
A full sunshine-level beam like someone just told him every day is his birthday now.
He tries to act casual, but Kalim’s version of “casual” is… loud.
He’ll excitedly wave you over from across the hall, nearly knocking Jamil over in the process.
“Oh! Come sit with me!” :D
Totally subtle.
He remembers everything you like and immediately turns it into a celebration.
You mentioned once that you enjoy a certain snack? Boom. He orders a whole platter for the dorm.
Said you like a certain color?
Congratulations, he’s wearing it the next day.
“Oh wow, what a coincidence!” :D
Kalim, please.
If someone else tries to monopolize your attention? He doesn’t get jealous, exactly.
He just appears at your side out of thin air with a smile that says, 'I’m here now! Pay attention to me instead!'
He’s like an affectionate teleporting golden retriever.
── ⋆⋅☆ JAMIL VIPER
Jamil actually tries to hide his affection.
Not like Leona “pretend I don’t care” hiding or Kalim’s “I forgot I’m supposed to hide it” hiding.
No. Jamil hides it like it’s a state secret punishable by death.
At first, it shows in how he pays attention to you just a little too closely.
He’ll act like he just happened to notice you skipped lunch…
Right before he slides a plate your way without making eye contact.
“It’s extra. If you don’t want it, throw it out.”
Jamil, this meal has your love language all over it.
But the real giveaways? His reactions.
You make him laugh, genuinely laugh, and he immediately looks away like it was a crime.
Jamil acts like smiling at you too much is going to get him arrested.
If someone else gets too close to you?
Jamil doesn’t get jealous. he gets competitive. Silent, deadly, competitive.
Suddenly, he’s next to you, subtly out-performing whoever dared to take your attention with a smile that is absolutely not a smile.
── ⋆⋅☆ VIL SHOENHEIT
Vil insists he is in complete control of his emotions.
Naturally.
He is elegance. He is poise. He is composure... and he is also so painfully obvious about liking you that even Epel noticed.
EPEL.
At first, it’s the hyper-specific attention.
He’s always correcting your posture, brushing lint off your shoulder, fixing your collar, just small touches he claims are “for presentation.”
Sure, Vil. Totally not an excuse to be close to them at all.
He watches you like a hawk in the most caring way possible.
You skip breakfast? He knows.
You look tired? Suddenly, there’s a vitamin drink in your hands with “drink this” written all over his face.
“You need to take better care of yourself,” he says, sounding only 40% exasperated and 60% concerned.
He pretends it’s all for your health and image, but he is absolutely worrying about you like it’s his full-time job.
He also softens around you without meaning to.
His voice dips, his lectures shorten, and sometimes, just sometimes, he lets out genuine, unfiltered laughs.
Little ones, but still.
Vil Schoenheit letting himself relax in your presence is basically a love confession.
── ⋆⋅☆ IDIA SHROUD
Idia thinks he’s hiding his crush flawlessly. He truly believes he is the stealthiest man alive.
In reality?
Ortho knows.
The ghosts in Ignihyde know.
The vending machines probably know.
At first, it’s tiny things.
Like how he suddenly appears online the exact second you do.
“Oh wow, what a coincidence,” he says, while literally sweating.
Idia, please. He has push notifications on for your login. We know.
He starts sending you memes. Normal. Fine.
Except they’re ALWAYS perfectly tailored to your humour, and he sends them instantly, like he’s been waiting with the link copied to clipboard for hours.
Whenever you come to Ignihyde, his hair flames go from “soft blue” to “neon panic mode” in record time.
He’ll spin in his chair like, “Oh—uh—didn’t hear you come in!” (｡﹏｡")
Sir, you jumped like someone fired a cannon.
He tries to act cool by being “detached.”
You ask him a question, and he’s like, “Yeah, whatever, I guess…”
while literally typing a paragraph of internal screaming in his mental chatbox.
Stop, he's so cute.
── ⋆⋅☆ MALLEUS DRACONIA
Malleus truly believes he is being subtle.
He’s ancient, powerful, dignified.
Surely he can hide a simple crush... He cannot.
Everyone in Diasomnia figured it out before he did.
At first, it’s the way he just appears wherever you are. Completely by “coincidence.”
You go for an evening walk? Boom. There he is, emerging from the mist.
“Ah, Child of Man. Fancy meeting you here.” :)
Malleus, please.
He asks you questions. SO many questions.
Things no normal person would think to ask.
“What brings you joy?” “What colours do you like least?” “Have you dreamed recently?”
He’s collecting lore about you like you’re an ancient artifact he discovered.
He brings you gifts constantly, but pretends they are nothing.
A rare flower that blooms once every century. A hand-carved charm infused with protective magic. A little gem from his hoard.
“I happened upon this and thought you might appreciate it.” Sir. This is a priceless ancient relic.
He lights up when you say his name. Literally. His magic flickers, the air shifts, his smile grows just a bit too fast.
It’s like he’s been waiting centuries just to hear you acknowledge him.
He’s too precious and too hopelessly in love to call out.
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