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kalims · 11 months ago

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⭒ㅤwith a disney princess

premise. surely there's been a mistake, cause there's no way someone out of place like you ended up at nrc, right? (spoiler alert: months later and they will fight whoever might drag you to rsa)

featuring. dorm leaders (from diasomnia to heartslabyul)

content. at best this might imply a female reader, given they're based of a 'princess' but I tried to take the gender vague and focused mainly on the qualities of them! mc has hair in the rapunzel part lol

note. no beta we die lol. I worked on this by group so i honestly don't remember if I accidentally gendered mc. I absolutely love idias part lmaoooo

malleus (aurora)

ooh intimidating x soft couple.

you look way out of place in somewhere like nrc of all places, given your mother is the infamous sleeping beauty (infamous, in the college’s standards that is.) your kindness is easily taken advantage of, even if you do realize it there is always forgiveness spared for the undeserving.

said kindness was extended to the quiet malleus.

surprise no surprise. he’s impeccably drawn to the sparkling aura you seem to exclude. malleus feels as though there are traces of familiar magic always hovering around you, like its embowed into your very being. a blessing would be a better word for it.

well, he’s just curious but if he were to ever ask he’d be met with the confirmation that you were, indeed blessed by the same three fairies your mother was blessed by (minus the curse… ironically he’s quite similar to the same lady that your mother loved and looked up to.)

he’s just fascinated. something as glittery as you, shiny like gold would’ve been whisked away to his nice tower, homey. he’d tell you. almost as if making its image seem heavenly. (lowkey highkey getting your consent for kidnapping)

animals always seem to flock around you everywhere you go, they sneak around to reach you. in your dorm, during lunch, even in class. there’s either a bird on your shoulder or a squirrel making itself comfortable atop your head. its a curious sight, critters don’t really like him much.

in short they run away, humans or animals alike are both afraid of his presence it seems.

so he’s incredibly still when you nudge an adorably round bird in his palm, peering at it with cautious eyes. tense as a statue lest it flies away.

cue staring contest.

he felt incredibly accomplished that day, and immersed him in the role of making this creature like him. leaving seeds, offering it the most sought off food from the valley, literally conjuring a small home for it. everything.

HE’S SO HAPPY.

malleus often asks of you to sing, perhaps its the blessing talking but its the most unique form of sound he’d ever heard in his life, the more he sings the more he wants to imbue his very being with the loveliness of your song.

always following you around like a lost puppy (lizard?) any evil that actually wants to take advantage of your unfortunate naive desire for peace and kindness is scared away. although malleus would never want your interactions to be reduced entirely because of him, he only starts looking like a demon one he figures out their motive is less than fitting for you.

“yeah, the ingredients were to complicated for me to remember—”

“oh! perhaps i can help you?”

spots the demon behind you (just your lovely giant staring them to their grave.)

“you know what i actually got it— sorry for wasting your time.” you watch them, confused as they dip.

you look to him, as though to ask what just happened but he merely casts you an oblivious glance and shrugs.

favorite past time → coddling you in his dragon form.

he was doubtful whether he should pull through in actually showing it to you, since you were already such an angel towards him. would it be a stretch if he let a selfish desire get in the way? perhaps you’d get scared if you see how large he is there—or if he’s—

idia (rapunzel)

okay that amazed smile on you was totally worth it.

wow your hair is fire.

he should have never made a comment about it in the first place because now you’re completely confused about his reference, were you living in like… in isolation? a cave? you’re a little less worse than the scarabia’s dorm leader when it comes to being oblivious.

just two idiots miscommunicating, he atleast is trying to make an effort to explain that he doesn’t mean it literally but his wording is so bad that you get absolutely nothing from what he is trying to infer.

okay your hair though.

“why is that person stuck in that square!?”

good thing ortho was near cause you almost charged towards a television and judging by the, pan!? in your grip you definitely would have smashed the screen trying to be righteous and rescue the character.

okay then. 1. don’t let you near electronics, specifically when its playing something.

you are a literal danger to his society. shivers

you’re always asking something like “what are those glowing balls on the ceiling?” those are lights… “why is that thing speaking?!” that’s a speaker… “why is it on fire?” oh that’s his hair, he doesn’t really know either it was just like that.

it does feel a little nice to get asked like that and he’d know the answer (its literally the most common knowledge ever but whtv)

EPIC! idia is now trying to figure out how resistant your hair is. its literally like, the most OP shield there is!

at first he had some reservations. like, used a knife once and was flabbergasted when it came back in half. your hair didn’t even move an inch. then he got motivated and tried a sharper sword, longer, and larger of course. he let ortho handle it cause he probably would have stabbed himself.

“wtf.”

flinches cause the half of the sharp end came completely off and stabbed right beside his head onto the wall.

what are the limits of it?! had some doubts before using one of the tech he came up with, it could literally cut through a diamond and he isn’t sure if its entirely safe but you’re all for it cause you were always curious whether your hair could even get cut in the first place.

anyway you’re way too happy to be near a lazer that could obliterate you and its kinda infecting him. yikes.

less than happy cause the lazer literally got reflected by your hair and hit itself so it’s just gone.

on the bright side he can use you as a scapegoat (in a good way)

alright. 2. don’t enrage you unless he wants to experience getting hit by a pan really hard.

wow. he felt that for days.

maybe its the hit or he’s just feeling a little woozy whenever you’re around.

definitely the pan.

vil (mulan)

bold x shy couple

pretty x pretty defender

he’s used to people heeding his suggestions but damn, are you a stubborn one.

not only have you not listened to his propositions for becoming a more refined person (cause the way you held yourself was too.. much for him to ignore, and it bothered him for a long time until he decided to help you.) but he can respect you, he supposes. not a lot of people can stay true to themselves.

it seems like epel, the boy himself has taking a liking to you. no wonder he’s been becoming more rebellious lately.

vil would never stoop so low to purposely direct someone advice that would change their entire self, decimate their unique traits. but all he told you was out of the goodness of his heart, if you’d be less clumsy of your ways your reputation would be better for the long run.

not being respected amongst nrc is never a good thing.

still, you’re still headstrong. never too overconfident, nor cocky. just a humble soul, that’s rare so he tends to stick by you if he ever wanted an honest opinion cause people just tell him what he wants to nowadays. vil never enjoyed the biased remarks.

more often than not he enjoys making your already pretty face, prettier than it is.

finds out you’re no bark and all bite, he never even knew you could take down someone who has an advantage over you in physical terms. come on, its savanaclaw. apparently the guy had spared him an unsavory comment and (apparently, in your defense. only told him a few words, got attacked so it was self defense.)

it came a surprise to him. seeing as you’re generally relaxed in nature, your military prowess a mystery to most since you seemed content with resorting matters with peace. though you seem to lack more restraint when it comes to your close relationships.

vil scolding you in the infirmary (you don’t have a scratch, and the guy whose pride you handed back to is in some corner lamenting cause he can hear you guys.) and you just taking it.

contrary to how you first treated to each other. you seem to be more prone to his opinions, or suggestions the more you progress with each other. he admits maybe he was too outright in his manner of speaking the first time, but it only highlights the change you’d gone through with each other.

you’re the perfect doll, in a way. not in a demeaning way or anything but its so satisfying to him to use products on your face just for the sole reason that you sit so still. his absolute favorite past time is skin care together even if you mostly just follow his lead.

you and epel must be kindred spirits, once he was on his way to retire to the indoors of pomefiore. seeing as it started raining, heavy so it meant it would stay for a while. and then paused when he spotted you both sharing words.

and planting apple seeds in the rain? both of you are stained with the rain, some dirt and mud alike. and vil had never looked so mortified. so just cause you don’t protest when he cares for you doesn’t mean you’re bothered by getting dirty he guesses.

“you both… clean yourselves up, i’ll brew medicine lest you fall under the weather.” ← disappointed sigh.

kalim (jasmine)

ended up waiting for you both to finish under the covers and ushered you both to baths.

you have a tiger!

just living char x their absolute biggest stan

wow you have a tiger.

did he mention you have a tiger?

majority of nrc knows not to mess with you haha, if it’s not obvious already with the seemingly lax tiger that behaves like some sort of overgrown cat following you around and growls at someone when you aren’t looking.

then you always raise a brow at the people who tell you otherwise. “bab doesn’t bite.”

kalim is lowkey highkey their biggest fan, i mean. jamil is having the worst year of his life dragging kalim away wherever you seem to be because the first apparent instinct of the boy is to try to pet the tiger cause it’s ‘cute’.

at some point jamil had to investigate your routine throughout the day, what you do, where you go at specific times like after classes conclude to make sure kalim doesn’t cross path with you.

well, not necessarily you but rather your… tiger. which is hard, honestly. you seem to visit scarabia a lot for a reason unknown. jamil would be suspicious you’d be planning something but all you really do is stay out on the balcony with your companion.

but alas, fate would have it otherwise.

“hi,” kalim blurts before he could remember his friend’s warning. you turn, along with your… also friend who watches him closely. you blurt out a greeting back, seeing as it’s courtesy, you seem to be amused at his fascinated eyes staring at your tiger.

“want a pet?” you offer, bab making sounds of protest.

jamil almost had a heart attack seeing the two of you attached by the hip, only calming down a few weeks later. seeing as your companion wouldn’t pose as much danger as he assumed, seeing as the tiger’s protectiveness started extending to the ray of sunshine.

rich couple ig. everyone overhears your conversations and doubles over. “i had a small statue of gold made for bab, for you.” and then a; “oh, thanks. but we already have a lot at home. hmm…”

actually it’s not really the manner of being attached, more like two following you. kalim, and then your cutie pie tiger.

your reserved nature in particular greatly contrasts kalim, yapper x listener i guess. although the object of his interest was initially because of bab, he might as well be another overgrown cat of yours cause he seems to love touch.

its concerning cause bab themselves felt challenged for your affection and when they spotted kalim’s head nestled on your lap they ‘accidentally’ kick him off.

in a way you seemed untouchable, pet included. you don’t seem to mind kalim much, people might even go as far as to say you enjoy his company. occasionally the vice of his dorm as well, the three of you have this sort of aura that screams ‘don’t approach’

said aura is in the form of a very big cat.

azul (ariel)

one time you admitted to having not much friends and three heads turned towards you. face twisted incredulously.

he doesn’t know why but you looked like you went through ten stages of grief (3 more cause the 7 definitely wasn’t enough.) when you took a glance at him, during the time you were looking around, you almost went past him, actually. but then doubled back immediately.

that’s concerning.

morally suspicious (devil in disguise) x angel

azul often asks your opinions out of habit, he himself isn’t even sure when it started but he considers you a factor in decisions. though he does prefer to keep you out certain… endeavors of his away entirely, no need to concern your innocence in his doings.

as such he often uses the twins to steer you away from trouble cause you seem to have no sense for it whatsoever, whenever there’s a fight brewing instead of walking off you stride closer. curious to whatever was happening.

and, you believe too easily apparently.

jade had held you by your shoulders and directed you away from the fight before the dispute reached you and inevitably dragged you in. “why are they fighting?”

he replied. “ah, well. they inhaled an unpleasant shroom and got affected.” your mortified face spoke you believed him. human culture! you thought.

your brain should be inspected honestly. floyd told him all about the pile of stuff you had “found” in your dorm, ranging from innocent collectibles to items that brought the question of whether or not they were really yours but you didn’t really claim otherwise, just that you found em’ so no more questioning.

azul doesn’t even wanna know why you started staring at mushrooms like they were a mortal enemy of all living forms. speaking of, the three of them didn’t even consider that you could be from the sea as well. seeing as, well. you have two feet, even if they have the same.

besides the fact you’re too clumsy for your own good you sure had no fear when you leapt overboard during a field trip cause a trinket that caught your eye fell and gave the entirety of the attendants a heart attack. floyd had patted him on the back and wishes him condolences.

also the shock of the century when you emerged, pretty tail and all. holding it the trinket up like you just found it the most fascinating thing on the globe.

since then underwater dates were a thing. which took a lot of prompting honestly, you didn’t know he was a merman either, curiously asking him what kind he was. in nature, you were persistent. like a need to sate your questions so he eventually relented.

even then, it took a while before he let you see the form. ← to his fluster you seemed engrossed in this form of his. swimming around him and asking questions.

now azul also have a small pile of items hidden in a box beneath his bed, all from you. which, upon being opened would be mistaken for unused items since its literally random stuff, and a concerning favor towards forks.

oh yeah. sometimes the tweels crash your date.

you could be in his office, going about your business. chilling on his couch and playing with one of your treasures and be completely unaware of the ominous discussion ongoing within the three about anemones? contracts?

“what are you guys talking about?”

“hairstyles for azul.”

“what—”

“ooh. i can brush his hair so you can style it!” pulls out a fork.

leona (belle)

“oh my sevens, WAIT—”

i was having a crisis trying to think of a dynamic so why not just, beauty x beast.

leona is less than pleased to admit he doesn’t like you much. or atleast, he used to. it was clear his feelings of you was reciprocated, based on the uninterested side glances you cast him. your type, well liked, pristine, proper, and informed reminds him all to well of what mold he was forced into. though it never really fit.

you on the other hand, just dislike him in general. more pointedly as to how he acted, too self righteous in your opinion. he sure spends a lot of time moping about how he could have been king when he’s acting like he’d be a terrible one. you’d say it to his face but even you aren’t too crude.

if you’re both looking at the bright side though, you’d probably prefer each other’s company above others. you’re quiet, perfect for napping around. he’s surprisingly true to himself, his morals aren’t too bad either.

as such, to your disdain he now naps in the library. which you had titled your own space, but he didn’t really just care.

relatively you’re a lot more cool headed than he is, you told him concerns about his laziness which he weaved through. after opening up with each other… well you know how it goes.

okay, fine. you no longer berate leona for napping at the public space, quickly shut up when he threatened you. “i’m gonna tell you the real reason ‘m here nowadays if you don’t calm down. and it ain’t the peace i’m here for.” he eyes you, and you shut up after that.

leona doesn’t know if he should be amused or annoyed at the fact that you stand up to whatever he says. ‘that’s rude,’ this. ‘are you out of your mind?’ that. at some point where he doesn’t wanna admit, leona had disliked seeing you upset (particularly towards him) that he started listening.

at others is a different story though. he will gladly watch you shut down someone else.

sometimes he makes weird remarks, like. “throw an egg at them, who knows might hatch into a chick and give them the company they’ve been lacking.” ← just bullies random people while you defend them. “what? don’t be stupid, eggs that are sold don’t hatch into chicks.”

you often lament in his arms, regretting ever coming near his sleeping frame cause next thing you know you’re subjected to prison, and you had accidentally dropped the book you were reading so even if you try to reach for it he’s pulling you back.

will reach for it if you ask tho lol.

just one look from you has him suddenly behaved tbh.

bothers your productive time by crashing it with his opposite word of productive idk im to lazy to check. more often than not tramples over your things, but always looks dead to life when you end up scolding him heavily.

also kicks out the animals that gravitate towards you for some reason, got jealous of a bird nestled in your hair once cause apparently you paid too much attention to it.

apparently told ruggie to fetch books for you when you’re running out, at that point you might actually milk the nrc library with how fast you burn through them.

“you’re not even from here, what do—”

“actually. originally from times before, they—”

riddle (cinderella)

got lectured about history, eugh.

easy to fluster x enthusiastic and sweet

how are you so nice.

you’ve got most of the population of nrc enamored with your natural charm alone, though some do tend to mock you. unfortunately they aren’t wrong, you really do fit in more at a different school like rsa with your personality.

i mean you fit the bill, kind, pretty, talks to animals.

good for you though. cause riddle would prefer a behaved student than a troublesome one anyway so he would definitely dig you lmao.

speaking of. he definitely goes to you whenever the hedgehogs are lost in the maze, or the flamingos just don't wanna step out the farther spot from the pond, somehow they love you in whatever you do.

as in, you spoke to the hedgehogs with a lower tone. almost like a coo, and he almost tells you to stop because that's the universal worse tone to talk to hedgehogs until... it nuzzles into you?!

flabbergasted, he can only watch.

sevens... you're just so pleasant to be around he could die.

at some point it felt like you were the epitome of being kind. riddle understand that the virtue was just embedded into you, letting others berate you for whatever... he even thought you were too kind for a place like nrc where the complete opposite traits are admired.

you are, but only to those who deserve it. riddle had the pleasure to spot you nitpicking a crude student and they looked like they were gonna burst into tears.

so... you knew what to say almost always. when troubled, he'd learn that it's best to talk to you cause you'd know what to say to ease his worries, when you're treated wrongly? sevens.. you also know what to say.

but, in a putting whoever in their place way?

(idk man I'm just rambling at this point lmao idk how to write a cinderella reader.)

riddle has grown accustomed to random critters breaking in the door. well, he was used to animals in the first place. or atleast thought he was when he opened a door in the dorm and almost yelled at the sight of a group of mice looking like they were having conspiracies.

a few weeks after that he knocked on doors before opening them.

was also very disturbed when you announced they were your friends.

I don't know. I feel like he'd lowkey be the type to write your name in a heart on the back of his notebook and straighten his face like: 'what in the world am I doing' but not erasing it anyways.

over time, your little 'friends' got used to him, and vice versa. at the very least he isn't screaming at their sudden visits, be it flying through the window or just popping out of something they climbed on.

who's screaming though are his dorm members, and he's found humors in the encounters.

"ah, thank you, myrcella." he nods gingerly, toward the very tiny white mice who seems to twirl around, touched by the thanks. the little thing was nice enough to carry the pen he'd been using to scribble down the main definitions he'd been copying from the textbook.

in the middle of reaching for a glass of water the door opens, riddle watches one of his residents striding in rambling. probably about to be exposed to the sight of a group of mice sleeping on top of each other atop a cushion he'd personally placed for them.

and maybe the birds. whom seemed comfortable by his small collection of plants.

"dorm leader, octavinelle stude—GAHHHH—"

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solxamber · 7 months ago

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how about Octavinelle students with a half shark!reader headcanons who is just intimidating but nice towards them , looks like they have insane bloodlust but they're really nice , they don't talk to anyone but them cuz they're scared of accidentally hurt them (cuz when they accidentally feel someone else's blood they're mouth breaks into massive fangs)

If thus is too hard , ignore it , goodluck on your studies

Octavinelle with a Shark! Reader (HCs)

hi, i loved the ask its so cute <3

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul first meets you with his usual shark-like grin—until he sees the sheer predator energy radiating off you. He freezes mid-sentence, giving you the most awkward, watery smile. The only thing running through his mind is "I might have miscalculated."

But then you flash him the smallest, softest smile. The disconnect between your terrifying aura and kindness breaks him completely. He's staring, struggling between his business instincts and his desire not to get eaten.

“You’re quite… unique,” he says, trying not to sound nervous. “Thanks. You, too.” Azul.exe has crashed.

He soon realizes you’re not out to maul him, which makes him infinitely curious. He tries to study you, politely of course—like he’s about to offer a very lucrative loan agreement.

When he notices you only speak to him and the Tweels, he secretly feels way too smug about it. If anyone else tries to talk to you, you just give them this blank, shark-eyed stare until they flee in terror.

Azul loves it. He may be business-minded, but your intimidating presence is great for his stress levels. No more annoyances!

However, the day you accidentally get blood on your hands while eating, you smile—full shark fangs, gleaming and sharp—and he almost faints. He looks at your monstrous grin and says, voice cracking, “I-It’s… uh… a lovely smile, truly...”

You’re so worried about scaring him off, but Azul low-key thinks it’s kind of awesome. You become his VIP intimidation service—though he swears he only uses your friendship “for mutual benefit.” (Sure, Azul.)

Jade Leech

The first time Jade meets you, he knows something is off. Your posture is way too relaxed for someone exuding that much bloodlust. It intrigues him immediately. You smell like danger, but you talk like a librarian.

Jade is completely unbothered by your scary vibes. In fact, he leans in closer whenever you give off that silent, intimidating energy, like he’s trying to encourage it.

“You’re quite the curious one, aren’t you?” he says, tilting his head with a sly smile. You just blink, utterly confused by his calmness.

When he realizes you only talk to him, Floyd, and Azul, his interest skyrockets. It’s not every day someone ignores the rest of NRC while picking him as their favorite conversation partner. He takes it as a compliment, in his strange Jade way.

One day, you accidentally get a whiff of someone’s blood. You’re trying so hard to hold back, but your mouth stretches into a horrifying grin—rows of massive, sharp fangs on full display. Jade just stares in pure, gleeful fascination.

“Incredible,” he murmurs. “I didn’t know you were capable of such expressions. Show me again sometime.”

You panic. “Jade, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Hmm. I disagree.”

He is not even remotely afraid of you. In fact, he makes it worse by offering you little challenges—like opening oysters with your teeth or biting things just to see your fangs pop out. He probably offers his hand as a joke to see what you’ll do.

“Would you like to try it?” he says, stretching out a finger. You choke on air. “Jade, I’m not biting you.”

He just smiles, not withdrawing his hand. “How tragic.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd immediately latches onto you the moment you meet.

“Whoa! You’re like a shark! A big scary one!” he says with a grin, not remotely intimidated. In fact, he gets right in your personal space, poking at your cheek like he’s sizing you up for a fight.

When you don’t react aggressively, just awkwardly shuffle back, he finds it hilarious. You’re big, you look like you could eat people whole, but you’re nervous around others? It makes you even more interesting to him.

Floyd becomes obsessed with you. He’s glued to your side, acting like you’re his personal shark pet. He drapes himself all over you, throws an arm around your shoulders, and teases you relentlessly.

“C’mon, show me the teeth! I know you’ve got those big chompers in there.”

One day, you accidentally taste blood after someone near you scrapes their hand. Your fangs break out in full force, and you’re grinning like a nightmare creature. Floyd stares for a beat—and then bursts into laughter.

“There it is! Ahahaha! I knew you had those! Do it again!” he yells

“I-I can’t just do it, Floyd—”

“Why not? C’mon, chomp! Chomp!!”

He’s utterly unhinged about it. Floyd starts trying to coax out your fangs like a maniac, probably waving his hand around, daring you to bite him just to see if he can provoke you.

“Bite me, bite me, bite me!” “Floyd, no!” “Floyd, yes!!”

Despite his chaos, he’s weirdly protective of you. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, he switches moods instantly—grinning one second, deathly serious the next.

“Hey. Don’t bother my sharkie, or I’ll bite you.”

In the end, Floyd loves every part of you, terrifying fangs and all. If anything, he thinks you’re the coolest friend ever, and he never misses an opportunity to drag you into trouble—because, hey, what’s better than two scary creatures teaming up to terrorize people?

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul #azul ashengrotto #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #jade leech #jade #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #floyd #floyd leech #Octavinelle x reader

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andersonsgf · 1 month ago

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I literally cannot get enough of your modern roommate Abby posts, I keep rereading them

but imagine Abby having a roommate that's just SO shy and nervous around her and is just always holed up in her room and gets so scared to talk to her because honestly, Abby's got an rbf and she's scarily hot

modern roommate!abby

glad you like the series! thank you very much for the request :) series link

sorry for not updating this series in a while peoples, been big sleeping after work most of the time and monster hunter has been taking up my remaining attention, it is far too addictive, BUT shes baaaack

before you and modern roommate!abby started dating, you were super intimidated by her. you were sweet, shy, a bit of a people pleaser if you were honest to yourself, and abby simply never looked pleased. unless something truly made her happy, or made her laugh, her face was in a constant grump.

you would hop in the car at the start of the car share arrangement, greet her with a happy smile, and she would just nod and look at you, mouth set in that downturn, and eyes just observant, mostly expressionless. you spent the majority of the first few months of the rides to and from work awkwardly fiddling with your backpack zipper, praying for the journey to end quickly so that you could go and wallow in your room about how you think your roommate hates you.

modern roommate!abby could always see how you scurried into your room when she opened the apartment door, the way your body seemed to get less and less tense as you moved further through the apartment. it was always met with a small frown and a head tilt.

sure, at this point abby hadn't been the most welcoming to you yet, but she didn't quite understand why you seemed actually scared of her. still, she always just got on with her evening, sitting in the living room, listening to music, reading. and little old you would be holed up in your room doing whatever it is that you did every night, abby wasn't sure.

most of the time you ended up cooking your dinner at the same time as modern roommate!abby though, moving around the kitchen gathering the stuff to put in the oven, giving her a wide berth as she worked on making her high protein meal. she was always curious about you, asking you a few questions about what you were making, listening to your timid replies as you promised to get out of her hair soon.

"don't worry about it, your kitchen too", she'd shrug, nonchalantly, trying to be nice, to emphasise that you paid rent too so you had just as much of a right to be cooking your dinner. you'd just give a small nod, watching as abby looked at you without much of an expression, yet again. abby honestly thought that she was being more welcoming than she had been at the start, but clearly she just wasn't aware of how much of an "rbf" she had, because to you, her words seemed genuine but her face screamed 'i'm just being nice, get the fuck out of my kitchen'.

in abby standards she was being perfectly pleasant, though. if she didn't like someone she would make it quite clear, giving them gruff answers, being snarky all the time. with you she thought she was being perfectly normal. initiating some conversations, humouring you when you stammered out a comment in the middle of a movie because in your view there were several awkward silences throughout. even though it was a goddamn movie.

but still, you would hide yourself away most of the time, and abby seriously didn't know what was up. so, one day, she intercepted you before you could open your bedroom door. "you know you don't have to stay in there all the time if you don't want to, right?", she meant it in a friendly way, she really did, but her face and the way she crossed her arms over her chest just really didn't make it seem that way to you as the anxious little dog in you reared its head.

"yeah just don't wanna bother you", your smile was slightly lopsided, hand itching to reach for the doorhandle.

"you're really not gonna bother me just by like... sitting on the couch", her eyebrow raised, and boy this was just getting worse for you.

you gave a slight shrug and cleared your throat, "you just never seem really all that pleased to have your evening time taken up".

abby frowned, which made your stomach drop out of your ass even further, "i really don't have an opinion which way or the other about if you sit across the room from me or not, it's not like you're loud or anything".

"yeah well...", you were a little lost for words, not wanting to actually piss her off, "you just always look-".

you were met with an immediate scoff, "is this about my face?", she groaned, "everyone is always on at me about my face! 'abby are you okay you look angry?', 'woah do you hate them? you looked like you hated them'."

you simply blinked a little at her outburst. she sighed, "sorry, just everyone always walks on eggshells around me and they really don't need to".

"okay sorry... just you really really do look like you wanna grab me by my hoodie and swing me round like that little girl from matilda when i'm anywhere near you".

she did quirk a tiny smile at that, "well i don't. you're perfectly average to hang around".

you turned to open your bedroom door, tossing your backpack into your room before facing her, "well that didn't fill me with too much confidence but yeah i can hang out here tonight i guess".

you still sounded unsure, so abby patted you on the back with one of her big hands, more like a thump that knocked the air out of your lungs but you'd take whatever crumb of affection you could get from her. "c'mon, squirt. wanna watch a movie?".

your eyes rolled at the nickname, but you smiled nonetheless, glancing at abbys grump expression as she scrolled through netflix, trying to find a movie you liked.

you'd get used to it. hopefully.

#modern roommate!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson #modern au #headcanon

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🧡Pile 1: 8 of Wands, The Sun, 2 of Cups.

Hi pile 1! You will be really loved by the public honestly, you are giving me Chuu, the ex-loona member, vibes. You are really charismatic and loveable, so others will connect with you easily. You will be quite literally "the peoples princess"; it because your personality its so out-going and always kind. I see you many people wanting to work with you because of how nice and humble you are dispite your level of fame.

A really great public persona honestly. I see you having a really diverse fan base too, people will feel represented and at "home" when it comes to you and your art. I dont feel that you will be "relatable", but you will be really down to earth and sincere about your life and how you feel; and others will appreciate this a lot. You are quite the sunshine yourself and others will naturally gravitate towards you.

💎Pile 2: The Fool, 9 of Cups and Ace of Swords.

Hi pile 2! I feel like you will be really admired by others, its giving boss energy. Others see you as one of the best in your field, making you a bit intimidating to be around sometimes. Theres strong "The Devil wears Prada" references coming up, so this movie could be important; and the fashion industry too.

Regarless of this, i feel that people will respect and admire you a lot, to the point in which i feel you will reach a Cher level of iconic. People know that your time and art is gold, so they will be thankful for even a second of your time; they know you are not to be bother by others.

Many see you as an example aswell, someone that comes from a humble start and that reach this goals thanks to their talent and hardworking nature. I see you having many bussiness of your own, maybe your own beauty company, owning a brand, etc. A true boss!

💖Pile 3: 7 of Cups, The Moon and Queen of Cups.

Hi pile 3! I feel that others will see you as someone "otherwordly" somehow, thats literally the message i channeled!

Theres something really unique about you, they way you carry yourself and how you approach life, that makes others wonder about you a lot. I see that you will be talked about a lot, many will have a acrush on you even; so yeah, the public will like you alot but they will also be really on your bussiness quite a lot.

I see you being really carefree and private in many matters, so there will be a lot of speculations. Although, i feel you will have a solid fanbase that will keep you safe from the bad gossip that the media could put out.

You are giving me Lily Rose Deep, Alexa Demie type of unbothered. You are just living your life, but theres something about you that brings everyones eyes towards you. You are a mistery and people love it. I see you being "the muse" of many artists aswell. Lucky you pile 3!

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cvnt4him · 28 days ago

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tsukishima and yamaguchi who both have a crush on reader.

You meet them both at the same time, in school for the first time. Tsukishima had this intimidating demeanor it was rather hard for him to even actually speak to you. He looked directly at you as you spoke to him only giving you a nod. Tadashi feeling the second hand embarrassment for you introduces himself, as anxious and as nervous as he is he lands the introduction quite well. Making you laugh and you even compliment him!

“ I like your freckles.”

“ r- really?! I- .. uh! thank you! i used to hate them but uh...it's nice to know you like them.”

You giggle at his words, tsukishima only eyes you two as you speak. Tadashi slouches quite a bit, more than he ever knew. After the compliment he seemed to have straighten up moving ore towards you as you both conversate a bit more, you realize that up close he's a lot taller than he appeared next to tsukishima. He smells nice as well, a natural light scented smell emitting from him. It was very feint, like his own signature smell in a way. It didn't smell like a type of cologne or body wash; just a smell that was him.

Eventually you get tsukishima to open up to you, you both talk to each other alot more and even laugh together. Mostly it's you laughing at the insults he throws at kageyama and others, as rude as he is and as much as you acknowledge that you can't deny how funny he is. It's like a natural thing for him. He has this inhumane type of humor to naturally make you laugh, it akways works too. It's not like hes the rype to tell a corny joke that doesn't land well. More or less he says something that perfectlt fits a situation with a sarcastic flair to it. It absolutely kills you every time.

Now, it's not exactly how tadashi does it. When tadashi laughs at tsykishimaa jokes or quips it's mostly because he's laughing in the same manner as tsukishima; in hopes to make the person their laughing at feel some type of way. Or in tadashi case hopefully to make tsukishima feel better about himself, who knows. Meanwhile when you laugh at tsukishimas words it's because you genuinely seem to find it funny. Your laugh so sweet and genuine. You really find him charismatically funny.

Tadashi dislikes this however. You aren't rbe first person he's ever had a crush on obviously and there's a probability you won't be the last. Growing up with tsukishima wasn't always easy. Obviously it had its perks, like his height scaring away bullies as tadashi had a "late" growth spurt. And even then he still seemed short compared to tsukishimas height always overpowering his own.

Every single crush tadashi has had, has managed to fall for tsukishima. Anytime a girl walks up to tadashi he fears it's only because they want him to cook them up with tsukishima. And sometimes he can't help himself but to throw a few mean words about tsukishima whenever he lets the girls down explaining to them that tsukishima isn't interested in dating.

Tadashi had finally thought he had someone. You. You were kind and caring and you seemed so real with him. You never seemed like you were using him to get closer to tsukishima. You never acted like you were faking being interested in what he had to say, you listened to his interests and his rambles. You never made him feel weird and for some reason all of his nerves and anxiety completely disappeared when you were around. He loved that you could make him feel so comfortable, so welcomed in your heart. Your presence was one of a kind and so warm. So much so he couldn't stand the fact that tsukishima had a crush on you

It was obvious to tadashi. He's known tsukishima for half of his life, never once has tsukishima ever showed interest in a girl when they try to talk to him. He hardly shows much interest when talking to yachi; even kiyoko and he's wildly pretty, even then he seems unfazed by her pretty words and sensational looks. But it's different with you, he listens. He jokes, he chuckles at your words and even smiles at you when you aren't looking. But tadashi is. He always is. He sees the way he looks at you, admires you. The same way he himself does. He hates it.

Tsukishima isn't blind either. He sees tadashi light up at the meer mention of you. He notices how he fiddles with his fingers or picks at his freckles as if they were lumps on his face after you'd complimented them. He hates the way his eyes seem to fill with such love for you, how he smiles widely when you speak to him. How he manages to remember everything you ever stay to him! Tsukishima won't lie, he tries. He really does; but it's just you talk so much and it's so hard to remember every little detail!!

But oh, never for tadashi. He's a great fucking listener. He has to be, it's not like tsukishima is beaviky talkative or even someone who baosts and brags about the things hes done or accomplished or anything like that. He talks more to tadashi when hes yelling about how annoying someone or soemthing is to him. Of course they have genuine conversations to each other, they love each other. They're best friends and nothing can really get in the way of that. But theyve never really had somethig quite like this happen. Liking the same girl?

Tadashi ways felt like if he listened for very little word tsukishima ever spout and brought it up in a later situation tsukishima would grow closer to him. He never realized that tsukishima already grew closer to him regardless of what he did. It also never dawned on him to actually use this same information with girls. However, it was natural for him. Tadashi was suprisinglt smooth with his words, throwing in occasional little words to throw you off and bring a little warmth to your cheeks. Sweet words to amke you feel better about yourself, a soft look in his eyes whenever he mamagee to get the guts to hold eye contact with you..

But where do you think he learned his sweet moves from? Watching tsukishima. Tsukishima has a way with his words, normally he uses that way to insult others subliminally but boy is he good at it. Tadashi used what he learned to sweet talk you subliminally, in small ways you might not catch. It does hurt a bit when what he says flies completely I've your head, but he grows a little more proud of himself that he even anger to say it with his nerves.

Botht he boys have already figured out the other bad feelings for you. Meanwhile you just enjoy their company, whether it be one on one or together. You already love them so much and they mean so much to you. You have no idea how much you mean to them.

As they're both studying or really just fiddling with their pens or paper, their minds running wild in his the other wont tell them that they like you. They both already know and both think it's fair that the other just spills their guts. Tadashi thoughts are definitely more....aggressive..than tsukishimas. Obviously tsukishima is "in like" with you, but man tadashi is passionate. He seems to really care for you, staring holes into tsukishima by as he looks up feeling tadashis eyes on him; he's quick to whip his head back down to his notebook.

Tadashi sighs in defeat to himself. Tsukishima would win you anyways. He really thinks he should just give up. Just as he's about to sulk and get caught up in his mind tsukishima speaks. Finally.

“ look tadashi. I know you like y/n.”

“ you.. you do.”

“ it's rather obvious don't you think?”

Tadashi looks at him with the straightest face he can give. He doesn't want to seem weak anymore, even if he's ready to accept defeat. He doesn't want to be second best anymore. He's tired of always being chosen last compared to his best friend.

“ I mean the way you smile at them, look at them. you're in way over you're head.”

Tadashi can't help but to get confused. What does he mean? It's not like you exactly flirt with tsukishima anymore you do him. Hell, you don't flirt at all! Probably because you're an airhead, or maybe because you're choosing not to notice either of their feelings for you. Who knows. But it doesn't exactly add up to tadashi. As emotional and anxious as he is, he's not stupid.

“ what do you mean.”

“ look, tadashi. I just don't want you to get hurt. they're just being nice to you; they don't have feelings for you.”

Right. As much as tadashi thinks this is bullshit, every part of him has thought about it. He's thought about it countless times, his heart beating at the remeberence of you holding his arm then suddenly stopping and thinking maybe you were just being nice. Maybe you were just teasing; because there was just no way in his mind that you could really, genuinely want to be with him. But you could tsukishima. They always do.

In the end, tsukishima won. He ends up asking you out and you say yes. There was a part of you that suspected tadashi liked you, part of you that hoped he would ask you out. Everything in him yelled and cursed himself for not being in tsukshimas shoes. For not being the one you kissed all over when he got hurt or needed a pick me up. But he fucked up.

Now he's paying the price.

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hibiskissess · 1 month ago

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Is it Too Much to Ask

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Malleus Draconia x Reader

“Stay close to me, child of man.” Malleus spoke tenderly, his body unimaginably close to yours.

You could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, the moonlight illuminating his features like a delicate candlelight.

“I wouldn’t want you getting wet on my account.”

The umbrella overhead loomed over the both of you, ensuring protection from the rain.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

Days prior, while walking between classes, Malleus had mentioned his club and the disappointing lack of members in it.

“Maybe I have just not advertised it enough around the campus. I’ll just have to make more posters.”

Your heart clenched at his words, knowing the real reason why Malleus was the sole member- everyone else was too intimidated by his presence to even dare joining.

“Maybe I could join you next time you go out.” you offered, seeing his face light up in return.

“I would not be opposed to the idea.” He smiled downwards at the ground, obviously pleased. “We have a meeting in two days. Please meet me in the mirror room when the day comes.”

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

The days passed and now you were here, standing ever so closely to Malleus.

“Gargoyles are the best when viewed during rainfall. I apologize for only having a single umbrella, Child of man. Pay it no mind.”

Despite his words, that was easier said than done in this situation.

He pointed upwards, his face bright as he smiled at the stone creature. “Do you see that one? While many view them as grotesque, gargoyles are actually positive in many ways. They prevent the erosion of the mortar on the structures they are built on, along with warding off evil spirits from entering. It’s quite fascinating, no?”

The nighttime’s luminescent sky bathed Malleus’ features, his fair skin paralleling that of the moon’s creamy color. Dark, silky strands of hair bordered his face, acting like a frame to an unthinkably beautiful painting.

His ever-present undeniable excitement was infectious, causing you to smile in return. “That actually is pretty interesting,” you admitted “but how do they make the evil stuff go away? Their appearance doesn’t seem like the type of thing that would do that.”

You looked up at the monster, being unable to argue against its scary look. Wouldn’t something more… *angelic* keep away evil? It looked kind of evil itself, if you were being honest.

Malleus responded immediately, continuing his explanation. “Well, that is exactly why their likeliness is presented in such a jarring way. They make malicious entities afraid of entering the establishment they’re guarding.”

You nodded, surprised by his vast knowledge in the subject matter. “You really know your way around this stuff, Malleus. It’s impressive.”

“You flatter me, Child of Man. It is something that has always been dear to me, so I aspire to be knowledgeable on the matter.”

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

After a few more minutes of walking around and stopping to remark about a multitude of facts about the gargoyles, the rain began to pour down in an increasingly heavy rate. Only guarded by a single umbrella, the two of you found shelter under an entrance to one of the nearby buildings.

“I apologize again for only possessing one umbrella. I never had the need for multiple, so I did not have more than one.” Malleus apologized again, clearly feeling guilty that the rainfall was postponing your excursion further.

“It’s no problem- we probably would’ve had to stop either way. It’s raining too hard.” you assured him, watching his expression soften only slightly.

“I can at least do this for you.”

You watched as he slid off his raincoat, putting it over your shoulders. While not having a jacket of your own, due to Crowley’s slim budget, you couldn’t help but feel selfish taking his.

“You don’t have to- I’m fine, Malleus, really. I’d rather you be warm.”

Despite your words, you couldn’t deny how nice it felt wearing his raincoat, being insulated to keep in your heat from the cold rain.

“Don’t fret it. I feel better knowing you won’t be sick the next day just because of me.” he smiled, looking out to the grey sky. “If the rain does not clear soon, I will escort you home. It is the least I can do.”

His gaze is firm and direct, clearly telling of his sadness from the sightseeing trip being ended so abruptly.

“Malleus, you know, you can still tell me some facts. I don’t necessarily have to *see* the gargoyles to hear about them.”

Your solution lit up something in his mind, causing him to nod. “I suppose you are right- seeing them is just an added benefit that we cannot posses any further tonight.”

Together, you sat side by side on the stairs of the building, making sure he knew you were listening and attentive while he was talking.

・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・

The night grew longer as Malleus continued to remark on his extensive knowledge about the stone figures, eventually lulling you into a slumber.

While you had not meant to fall asleep, the sight of your head leaning against his shoulder was an endearing sight to say the least.

He picked you up in his arms, the raincoat covering you like a blanket. A flash of green light surrounded the two of you before the Ramshackle dorm appeared in sight.

Carefully opening up the door to let himself inside, he guided himself to your bedroom before placing you down and enveloping you in a warm blanket.

He leaned down, a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Thank you for treating me tonight with your company, Child of Man. It was something better than anything I could’ve asked for.”

His hand trailed down the side of your face, ever so gently touching it.

“You’re more beautiful than any sculpture I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

Just as suddenly as he had appeared, he vanished with another flash of light, leaving you oblivious and at ease in the comfort of your mattress.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#malleus draconia #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #fluff #twst wonderland #Spotify

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pigeonpeach · 1 year ago

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Genshin men as cats!

Prompt: the genshin men are temporarily turned into cats for one day and you as their lover must take care of them and make sure they stay safe

A/n: idk what happened but apparently half of the post got deleted? I’ll have to rewrite it later ;(

Ayato

Oh he’s not happy. He’s probably a shorthaired white cat in terms of appearance. But he is quite annoyed with this predicament. No one is allowed to tell anyone that the Yashiro Commissioner is suddenly a cat. But being a cat is nice. He can lounge and nap all day. He’s probably demanding of attention though. He simply must have your eyes on him. He adores being brushes so lovingly too. Maybe he should have you brush his hair when he’s back to normal.

Al Haitham

Virtually no change. He may still try to read though he won’t be able to turn the pages as easily. He doesn’t mind a few pats but he mostly prefers to be left alone in the nice warm sun to nap the day away. He’s definitely a grey tabby.

Kaveh

He is so distraught! He meows a storm in fustration as he finds he is completely incapable of finishing his projects! You simply must take care of him! You need to have him strapped in like a baby carrier on your chest because he’s just so clingy. He needs constant reassurance and attention. He’s so needy but so cute. Probably a cute little cream colored kitty.

Kaeya

He is also probably a bit annoyed. While yes he gets a complete day off, he can’t do much as a cat. So he’ll probably try to find some entertainment if you don’t keep him thoroughly entertained. He will find a way to sneak out and go play with Klee or annoy Diluc if you don’t keep him in your grasp at all times.

Neuvillette

He is very confused but also curious. On one hand this form is verrrry different than he’s ever had before but its also very beneficial to him. People are far less intimidated and strangely he enjoys being coddled and pet more than he would. Of course miss Furina is teasing the crap out of him but he doesn’t really care. Sitting on your lap, small and warm. Its such a unique experience he will probably never have again.

Wriothesley

Once the dust settles he’s quite relaxed. This is temporary so might as well enjoy it. Sigewinnie has become very attached to him as she constantly makes sure he’s okay. But in particular he loves being held by you. He’s used to being the big strong man who lifts you all the time etc etc. its nice actually being the reverse here. He gets fed special fish from the cafeteria and gets to spend his day in your arms! The perfect break for him! He’s almost sad it’s temporary but he knows he can’t stay like this forever.

Childe

Oh he’s mad! Even when it’s confirmed to be temporary, he is annoyed! How can he improve his fighting skills if he’s a kitty! Sure he’s a adorable little kitty of course but he looks like a baby! Oh his ego is in shatters. It’s unfortunate too because it wasn’t even around his family so he could play with his little brother at least. He’s practically quarantined to keep him safe. He can’t go on kitty adventures. Therefore YOU must make it up to him. He spends his time sulking and trying to play with anything he can. Dangling uniform piece? New toy! Someone’s foot? New toy! He bites! He meows! He hardly naps. He does love cuddling with you though. Still he’s a ball of energy and he cannot simply sit still for long! No doubt will his office be trashed. You’re making him clean it up once he’s back.

Thoma

Stressed! So stressed! He has so many chores! He cannot hold a broom with two paws! You have to make arrangements for him to have the day off which was hard because everyone was upset by his sudden cancellation. Even so he tries to help. He tries to drag the broom but it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. Oh he feels so useless. You must pamper him. Lavish him with kisses and gentle praise. Call him the cutest little kitty in the world! Oh he’s such a affectionate boy too. He acts like a cat with separation anxiety almost. He cannot sleep if you’re not there with him. Therefore you end up spending the day with him, trying to dissuade him from trying to clean a mess and just making it worse, distracting him with a warm blanket and pets.

Zhongli

He probably did so on purpose actually. Perhaps he was a bit bored and decided to spend the day exploring Liyue from a different perspective. It was quite fun for him actually. He watched as people came over to pet him. Unfortunately they also tried to feed him seafood which wasn’t too good. But after the long day he returned home to see you panicked as to where he could be. He decided to come on over to you, still in his cat form, and distract you. It worked as he helped you relax.

You werent too amused when you found out that cat that broke in was him.

Pantalone

He is quite annoyed. Angry in a more agitated way. Don’t mess up his fur! Pet him properly! Don’t ignore him now! He is a demanding little feline. He is not content unless you are entirely focused on him. He even wants you to break up the fish ro serve to him. He isn’t going to eat like a animal! Oh but he is such s cute kitty. Entirely black with big expressive yellow eyes. Oh you can’t help but comply and spoil him a little more! And he has such lovely fur! He does like hearing your gentle praises as you pet him. He never knew how lovely it felt to be small, sleeping on a nice warm lap, being gently brushed, and told sweet little compliments. He may actually want to do this again sometime.

Diluc

Biggest drama king! How can he protect you or Mondstadt like this! Therefore you cannot leave his sight or he’s convinced you will immediately die. You must stay with him so he can protect you? He is a very warm kitty though so it feels nice to snuggle with him. His fur is a bit messy so you’ll have to brush it. Despite him trying to stay vigilant he ends up falling asleep quickly.

#genshin imagines #diluc x you #genshin x y/n #childe x reader #pantalone #pantalone x you #ayato x y/n #thoma x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #wriothesley x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader #al haitham x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 8 months ago

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Since you said spam is okay for now I'll send the other half of this after :3

Slashers x reader who calls everything they do cute! They can be covered in blood and gore but the reader will still call them cute!

Various Slashers x reader who always calls them cute

God I love white cheddar snacks which is weird because I dont like eating straight up cheese

Characters: Jason, Bubba, Michael

Notes: reader is GN, reader is.... a little silly... not silly funny but definitely silly

CWs: canon typical violence and death

JASON

when its during the normal day to day life? he loves it! truly he does! but.... when hes covered in blood, he doesnt quite know how to feel... you think hes cute like this? really?

he does something that warrants a compliment but isnt exactly cute- such as chopping wood or lifting something heavy or just generally doing non-killing work around the place... gives a slight pause after you call him cute

it does make him feel nice about himself, not just because you think hes visually cute! you think he acts cute, too, and thats actually really assuring for him because he knows hes a big scary dude! hes not the most gentle and hes hyper aware of the fact he can accidentally kill you, hes not exactly used to tenderly handling another human being!

you dont find him intimidating is what he means!

BUBBA

you can see his ears go bright red when you call him cute while he carves up some meat for later... his knuckles turn white as he grips the chainsaw and he just... ehehehe...

thinks about it for a long long time, he never gets used to it no matter how many times you call him cute. definitely the type to kick his feet just a little bit while hes sitting down

grips his apron if you call him that while his hands are empty- shifts the material around in his hands as his mouth moves and curls... he never says anything but you know hes thinking nice things

doesnt care what the context is he will get happy anytime you call him it, he could be in the middle of disemboweling someone and you will give him pause

MICHEAL

confused head tilt. him? cute? yeah sure... hes already letting you stay alive and get close to him, why not go ahead and poke the bear!/hj/lh

never really addresses it and he doesnt seem to feel much way about it outside of the initial confusion, at least hes not stopping you or growing cold towards you

you catch him washing blood off of himself and he just blankly stares at you as you tell him hes a cutie pie

that being said he does dislike being called a cutie patootie. he doesnt hurt you but the stare he gives you hits different, and if you try again he simply.. puts his hand on your mouth

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 months ago

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Hmm~ Shehe with an S/O that she protective of. Since they're energetic and a bit of an airhead at times, she's loves that about them but people try to take advantage of their kindness. So congrats now S/O has a scary dog~

Scary dog privileges~

Shenhe being protective of you

characters: Shenhe x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Vanished for a week again. Whoopsie. Anyway, I saw Shenhe’s birthday art and immediately remembered the requests in my inbox!

Hope this fits what you envisioned!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Shenhe

You never judged anyone by their appearance. It was the reason you had no fear or hesitation to talk with Shenhe. When others saw what she was capable of, they felt intimidated or saw the need to tread around her carefully, as if she was some easy to anger creature ready to wreak havoc at a moment’s notice. You however? Didn’t care in the slightest.

And yet the same trait that had caused her happiness so many times was also your biggest flaw, threatening to fall for scams others would see from miles away or mistaking actually dangerous folks for people with unusually stern resting faces.

That’s what she was there for, however. While Shenhe might have had a difficult time noticing other people’s real intentions when talking or negotiating with herself, when it was you they were trying to screw over or take advantage of, she could tell in an instant.

Having taken her eyes off of you for what seemed like only a split-second, once Shenhe’s gaze returned to its previous state, she noticed you had vanished into thin air. Quickly, her eyes scanned her surroundings, only to notice you talk to a guy about her height, the man pitching you what looked like various flasks of potions as you listened attentively, your attention only shifting away from the salesman once she stepped into view.

“Oh, Shenhe!” You greeted her with a smile, the man in front of you almost immediately tensing up at the mention of her name, turning around carefully before their eyes met.

She remembered him. From quite a while ago, when she noticed him acting somewhat pushy with another civilian while trying to sell them something, only to… get him to leave them alone.

Not like you’d be able to notice from her expression, the woman wearing the same poker face she often donned as her gaze didn’t move away from your conversation partner, slowly noticing him shrink in front of her as his eyes looked for a way to escape, all the while you told her about how he was working for charity and all the proceeds would go there, Shenhe nodding along as she listened, all the while still staring holes into the guy’s face.

“Really? That sounds nice”, she tried her best to play along and not burst the illusion immediately, although it didn’t matter anyway, since the moment her eyes focused onto you for just a moment, the man ran off into nowhere.

“Where did he go? I couldn’t even buy anything…” You realized regretfully, only for her to silently take your hand before slowly starting to lead you back home.

“Let’s go looking for him next time.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #shenhe x you #shenhe imagines #shenhe x y/n #shenhe

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pocket-watcher · 18 days ago

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prompt uwu

Guy hears about hypno villain, seeks him out and is like “I know what you’re doing” and the villain is like “oh shit oh fuck he knows” but the guy is like “hypnotize me next pls 👉👈” much to the villain’s confusion but he complies and it’s sexy and hot and awesome

Okay, so I am SO sure I’ve read this fanfic before, but I couldn’t find it so if anyone knows the one I mean please send it so I can tag it!!

I hope you enjoy!!

It was always so easy.

Once he’d realised he could simply make any hero forget that they’d ever seen him, scrub his power from all records, get that one nice lady who worked at YouTube to copystrike all the videos of him…

Well, now he was a ghost. A shadow. No one panicked when he walked in. He could whisper in their ear easily, sending them spiralling down deeper under his control, melting into trance as he calmly and collectedly robbed a bank. Or two. Or ten.

Or how about that time he convinced that security guard to simply hand over the Mona Lisa only for it to end up on top of the Empire State Building. Everyone had seen him take it. No one would remember they had, though.

The joys of a hypnotic superpower.

He couldn’t be the only one, though. Mystery crimes popped up every month. No, there were others like him. Ghosts. Pulling the strings without anyone realising.

But, if no one remembered him then how the fuck was the third most well-known hero in the country currently trying to break into his base?!

He could see him, right there, waving his arms about staring right into the well-hidden camera mouthing the words HEY and HELLO over and over again. He also threatened to punch through the wall, and that just wouldn’t do. How did this hero know how to push the villain’s buttons so damn well?!

Against his better judgement, he opened a hidden door in the wall (note to self, remove this entrance) and allowed the man inside.

Stashing a gun into his pocket, just in case, the villain sat in his chair, fingers intertwined, waiting for the hero to approach.

“Ah, and do what do I owe the house visit?” He said, keeping his anxieties under wraps.

The hero stood sternly, silently.

“I do appreciate you giving me the opportunity to save my wall, but, then again, I don’t quite understand what you’re doing here.” The villain continued. He cocked his head, studying the broad spandex-cladded figure in front of him. Why hadn’t he attacked yet?

“I know what you’re doing.” The hero finally spoke.

Shit. Fuck. Motherfucker. No he absolutely did not. That was fucking impossible!

“Oh?” A slight tremble may or may not have made its way into the villain’s voice.

“Yes. You had a run in with a member of my team - she didn’t remember a thing, security footage showed a man who spoke to her and walked right past. She couldn’t even describe what you sounded like.” The hero continued.

The fucking security footage. He’d been on a time crunch, duties in the personal life getting in the way. Typically his commands involved telling the heroes not to bother with security footage - but external factors were… annoying.

The villain grit his teeth.

“Do you really think I couldn’t wipe your mind in an instant? Use you as a footstool for the afternoon, or make you beg like a dog, or maybe just forget you were a hero altogether.” A smug smile and lit up eyes didn’t seem to intimidate the hero.

“…Please.”

What.

“Excuse me?”

“P-please. That’s why I’m here.” The hero stepped closer, a manic laughter bursting from his chest. “What the fuck am I doing?” He shook his head.

The villain blinked, rising from the chair.

“You’re here for me to…”

“Use your powers on me.” The villain didn’t utter a word, and so the hero continued, pacing now. “It’s stupid! I didn’t even know that someone could do something like that, control someone like that - the footage unlocked some - some need in me. She said she’d never felt so wonderful, I had to find you. I had to.”

This guy was crazy, the villain thought. Of course he’d dreamt about using his powers to control the heroes, fully taking over the world with these symbols of peace and justice doing his bidding, but the smaller things interested him more. Leave the high stakes to the high profile villains, he was a shadow after all. But this? A hero asking him to? It was deliciously tempting…

“And how do I know this isn’t a trap?” The villain pondered, getting even closer to the hero now.

“I - this was taken from you.” The hero reached behind him and pulled out - oh, he pulled out a prototype - an amplifier. It could put everyone in a stadium under his power in mere seconds.

This hero was stupid, or reckless, or both. The villain took it back tentatively.

“You’re serious!” The villain cackled. “Oh, this is glorious. You - the only person in the world who knows my powers walked willingly into my lair in the hopes I’d toy with you?”

Deliciously tempting.

He let a small percentage of power seep into his voice. It became more melodic, persuasive, hypnotic.

“Well, that wasn’t very smart now, was it? Because now you’re here, with me, and there’s no one who’s coming to save you.”

The hero’s knees went weak, attention locked on the villain’s eyes. He was even biting his lip.

“Is this what you wanted? Are you falling so easily under my control? That eager for me to bend you to my every whim?”

The hero fell to his knees, a dumb smile forming on his face as the villain stopped reining in his power. The sound of his voice surrounded the hero, seeping deep into his mind until he could barely register where he was.

“I don’t often do kindnesses for humanity. I like to leave that up to you guys, but, I’m feeling rather… charitable today. Caught me in a good mood.” He studied the device - the gift, placing it on the side.

“Just relax. I’ll take very good care of you.”

#watcher actually writing something?? on my dashboard?? it’s more likely than you think #hypnok1nk #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #mindfuck #watcher answers #watcher writes #watcher’s stories

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a-bottle-of-tyelenol · 2 months ago

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caregiver aizawa shouta headcanons !!

— requested by anon —

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🥀 - aizawa is a bit of a crunchy caregiver. his philosophy is that everything is fine as long as a kid’s needs are met— ‘fed is best’ but for just about everything. as an example, he isn’t fussed if a kid chooses not to wear shoes or if they wear something bizarre, as long as they’re comfortable and willing to wear anything at all then it’s fine. he truly cannot be bothered and the last thing he cares to do is fight with a baby on something that doesn’t really matter. he does highly prioritize keeping the kid healthy and will coax them to have better habits, but again, he won’t fight it unless there’s a reason to and he prefers to meet the regressor on their terms. cant sleep? let’s watch a movie and see how you do in a couple hours. won’t eat your veggies? neither will he tbh so let’s have some fruit instead. you want soda in your sippy cup instead of water? eh fine, but let’s give you both so he doesn’t get yelled at by mic or midnight for encouraging bad habits.

🥀 - that being said, he values the idea of natural consequences. he won’t make you wear a jacket out, but if you’re cold then you have to deal with that and he won’t fix it for you. he is completely immune to tears after years of causing students to cry and tantrums won’t move him, even in public because he genuinely doesn’t care at all about other people’s opinions. he will sit with a regressor while they have a meltdown/cause a scene and be completely unphased the entire time. he also doesn’t believe in punishments, really. he sees it as impractical and thinks that misbehavior, at its core, is rooted in a child having an unmet need. so, instead, he tries to meet that need instead of punishing the reaction— which is how he likes to engage with his students, as well.

🥀 - I once read a fic where aizawa used his capture weapon to swaddle a kid and attach them to his chest like a baby carrier so they could cuddle him and have that nice pressure while he worked and I’ve never stopped thinking about it since. he is very tactile and his love language is touch so he will hold a little, rock them, and keep them close— even if it means doing silly things like using his capture weapon like that. he truly doesn’t care how dumb he looks doing something as long as the regressor is happy and thriving. he has, on more than one occasion, gone to ua covered in stickers and marker drawings because of the artsy phase his baby was going through that morning and it’s so, so cute. he lets regressors play with and braid his hair, he lets them drag him into tea parties and dress up fashion shows, and he always engages with it. he’s really bad at playing, but it’s the endearing kind of bad and his deadpan approach to thing only makes things sillier.

🥀 - he has quite a bit of chronic pain and isn’t really able to physically run around with a hyperactive little since most of his downtime needs to be spent resting so he can still patrol. that said, he still tries to be as involved as possible when he’s dragged out. his favorite thing to do is take children for walks and watch them as they pick up random things to give to him— sometimes it’s nice rocks and sometimes it’s bugs, which makes for a fun surprise every time. he also likes pushing his kid on the swing and being forced to save them when they climb too high on a tree or jungle gym and get too scared to climb down alone. he also likes messing with his kid, telling harmless lies that only kids would believe or chucking a snowball at them and pretending it wasn’t him. it’s the little things that make parenting fun and he’s way more mischievous than most people would think.

🥀 - he treats kids the same way he treats stray cats, giving them space and offering them treats every time they get brave enough to come close to him. he knows that he’s rather intimidating so he tries his best to make himself as non-threatening as possible, keeping himself lower as to not tower over anyone and gently petting the regressor so they know he means no harm. he isn’t perfect, of course, and sometimes he comes off too harsh or irate and it scares them off. he’ll usually disappear into a different room for a while to cool off and reset— which also might not always be the best if the kid has abandonment issues. but he does really try his best. he’s never afraid to apologize when he’s done something wrong and he really encourages regressors to tell him when he’s upset them. his priority is always making sure that everyone feels safe.

#my post #my headcanons #mha #agere #mha agere #my hero academia #age regression #agere headcanons #fictional agere #fandom agere #agere community #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa shouta #eraserhead

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angeliteeyes · 1 month ago

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Hi im the one who asked for the astral express reader x kafka fic xd. Ive come to ask for more its thats fine by you

Imagine like, trying to sneak her up on the express but reader sucks at lying so their just smiling and giggling while trying to make excuses.

But yeah take all the time you need, i really enjoy x reader fics when they put some focus on comedy and i think you really nailed it xd

Thanks in advance if you end up taking this request :D

Hello again, nice to hear from you!!! Aww thank you so much, I tried my best with that one to match the request's vibe lol. Here u go!

Kafka x Astral Express Reader - Sneaking Her Aboard

-> First Kafka x AE Reader fic here

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"Kafkaaaaa, I haven't seen you in so long! I get that we were busy with all the Xianzhou stuff, but still..." Your voice whined into your phone's microphone, earning a soft chuckle from her. After she disappeared on you last time, your poor heart couldn't help but yearn to see her once again. Her warm voice tore you out of your thoughts.

"Darling, if you miss me that much, why don't I come over?"

Your face scrunched a little. "You mean like, come over come over? Not go-on-a-date over, actually getting on the Express?" The idea made your heart feel fuzzy. Sure, you'd been together plenty of times before, but... with the strained relationship between the Stellaron Hunters and the Astral Express, you hadn't dared bring her aboard. At least not until today.

"Sure, as long as you'll help me. You will, won't you?" Even with no visuals, you could still hear her scheming smirk loud and clear; of course, you answered it with one of your own.

"Count me in."

Thank the Aeons Pompom was busy cleaning around the opposite end of the vehicle. You'd already managed to bump into an embarrassing amount of corners on your way back into the Express, to the amusement of your stylish stowaway.

"You always this clumsy, dear?" She whispered into your ear from behind, forcing your already rosy cheeks to flush an even deeper hue. Just as you started to shush her, a familiar-sounding set of heels clicking rapidly caught your attention, forcing you to switch gears. Ugh, those have to be Himeko's. Why'd she have to come out now of all times?

"Crap—Kafka, you have to hide. Hurry!" You hissed at her, but... No way. She's laughing. You're about to be strangled to death by Himeko as punishment for sneaking Kafka in, and she's laughing. Wowwwwww.

"You can't be serious right now... Ugh, just go—uh, behind there!" Before she could make any snide comments, you hurriedly shoved her down to the ground behind a booth-style structure. Just in time too, apparently, based on the way Himeko's footsteps grew louder and louder with each passing second. You barely were even given a chance to check whether Kafka was properly hidden or not before heels clicking turned to silence.

"And what exactly are you doing up so late? I already told you that we need to be up and ready to go early tomorrow." As your eyes met Himeko's disapproving glare, a nervous grin swept across your face. In normal circumstances, she wouldn't intimidate you quite this much, but... well, you've seen the way her posture shifts around your partner. Not to mention the bitterness etched into each of their conversations (although, it's nothing compared to the flavor of her infamous coffee).

"Oh uh, heh... sorry about that. I just got um... thirsty?" You rubbed the back of your neck. She continued to stare at you, unamused.

"Right. Which is why your hands are completely empty, even though you're heading back to your room. Care to explain that?" She crossed her arms.

Huh. Maybe you should've sat with that idea a little longer.

"Um... Oh wait, I could've just drank it all back in the kitchen! See, Himeko, you have nothing to worry about." Your grin beamed at her as a surge of pride coursed through you. Good thinking, you.

"Hm, so you're saying you could've. Is that correct?"

Weird question, but you couldn't let your confidence waver now. "Mhm!"

"Which means you didn't actually do that."

A still silence permeated the air as your brain took some time to process the meaning behind her words. Nothing you said seemed wrong to you, but she clearly caught you somehow—

Oh. Oh. Yeah, you messed up for sure. Apparently seeing that your brain had finally caught up to the current situation, Himeko sighed.

"Look, just tell me what you're hiding. It'll make things easier for the both of us." Her eyes seemed to land longingly on a part of the kitchen. If you recall correctly, right where her line of sight is should be her... coffee machine, you think. "Well, what is it?"

Your feet shifted back and forth a little. "It's... Kafka."

"Excuse me?" Himeko turned to you in disbelief, clearly not having been expecting that as your response. Behind you, the sound of fabrics rustling together echoed out, indicating said stowaway's change to a standing position. A wave of tension rushed through the air between them, albeit a rather one-sided version—made clear by Kafka's carefree expression.

"Long time no see, Himeko. Did you miss me?" Her remark earned an eyeroll from the other woman.

"As if." She grimaced while motioning a hand over her forehead, pondering for a few moments. Her gaze moved between the two of you lovebirds back and forth before ultimately settling on you. With a heavy coating of reluctance, she opened her mouth. "I can't believe I'm letting you get away with this. Just... promise me you won't do anything else stupid tonight. And you" — she glared at Kafka — "don't you dare take advantage of this for any of your Stellaron Hunter schemes.

Kafka raised her palms in the air. "You don't have to worry about me. I've already got my hands full with this one right here." She winked at you, as if she hadn't just tried to get you in trouble earlier. Still, you couldn't stay mad for long with how much excitement was fluttering around in your stomach.

The two of you leaned into each other as you watched Himeko saunter off towards the kitchen, leaving you two behind to bask in each other's company. It wasn't long before your body began to sink into her warmth more deeply.

"I'm still annoyed at you for earlier, y'know." She laughed softly, all the while guiding you over to your room with gentle hands.

"Sorry darling, you're just so fun to play around with. I can make it up to you if you want."

You pouted at her. "And how're you planning to do that?"

But you didn't really have to ask. After being together for so long, even without saying a word, it was obvious to both of you what that sentence sparked in your minds. As your hands interlocked, you mused; maybe you could forgive her, just this once.

#—stellaronhvnters.#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai sr #hsr x reader #kafka x reader #kafka x you #kafka hsr #hsr kafka #female x reader

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tinytownn · 1 month ago

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road rage – iv

joel miller x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

summary: on a drive home after a late night shift, a tailgating truck hits you, sending you off the road. the driver—his looks catching you by surprise—offers you a ride home.

content: [18+], bon appetit joel!!, age gap, lotsss of skipping around this chapter, joel being insecure and old, aching joints lol, soft joelll, no use of y/n

a/n: [UNEDITED] my first smut ever??? terrfied to post this, but let me know what you guys think?? either way thank you guys so much for all the support on this mini series, i can't believe it's almost coming to an end!! i got back into writing after years and it's been such a motivator to have you guys interacting and enjoying my work. as always messages are open and send any requests my way!!

pt. i pt. ii pt. iii pt. v

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FRIDAY - 9AM - TWO DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Although his promise last night seemed sweet–his eyes locked with yours, still glossy from crying–he arrived the next morning agitated. He knocked on your door, but when you opened it he stood hunched over, hair tousled, and under-eyes puffier and darker than usual.

“Good morning!” You cheerfully waved to him, wrapping an arm around his bicep.

He only gave a tight lipped hum in response.

You glanced up at him, worry beginning to creep in. Last night flashed through your mind—Sarah’s icy glare, the way Joel trembled in your arms, the pressure in his jaw as he held back words. The stress of his week had clearly taken its toll on him.

The trip had been short. You visited a few local used car dealerships, but nothing caught your eye. Joel followed behind you like a shadow–his boots dragged against the pavement, each step weighted with tension. He barely spoke, instead cracking his knuckles, chewing his cheek raw, running agitated fingers through his hair. A fidgeting mess.

You tried not to take it personally.

“Joel,” you asked gently, hoping to pull him out of his silence, “what kind of car should I get?”

He shrugged, eyes fixed on some invisible point in the distance. “One that’s not so destructible,” he muttered flatly.

You frowned. “What about this one?” you said, amplifying your excitement as you pointed to a small silver Corolla. “Look at this thing– it’s so cute! Plus it’s a reliable car, it’ll last me until I’m as old as you!”

His gaze barely flicked up to the car. “Nice. I like it,” he said, tone devoid of any emotion.

You bit your tongue. There was clearly something on his mind. Probably Sarah. You wondered if he’d even spoken to her at all.

But you didn’t mention it.

Joel had always been complicated when it came to confrontation. With people like Sarah, Tommy…you. His hardened exterior didn’t quite hold when it came to those he cared about. Beneath the biting sarcasm and scowls, he was softer. More afraid. Afraid of saying the wrong thing. Afraid of losing someone again.

He knew what people said about him—that he was intimidating, gruff, unapproachable. At work, it didn’t matter. But when it came to you, it did.

He remembered the night of the accident vividly—how you stormed up to his truck, wild-eyed and furious, and yet still visibly shaking. You didn’t even notice, but he did. The panic just under your skin. The car door had slammed against the guardrail, and he remembered how carefully you moved, bracing yourself, your expression dancing between fear and fury.

That memory followed him as you waltzed from dealership to dealership. Sometimes your hand would occasionally graze his, bringing him out of some daydream and he would continue to follow behind you.

The ride home was silent. The hum of the engine and the shuffling of your feet on the mat filled the silence..

“I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, I can walk myself to the door.” You insisted when he pulled into your driveway.

Joel looked at you then—really looked. For the first time all day, his eyes focused on yours.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m lettin’ you walk yourself to the door, sweetheart,” he replied, voice laced with faint humor. You heard the familiar click of the locks. “And don’t even think about touchin' that door!”

You laughed, grateful for even a flicker of lightness. You waited as he came around to open the door for you, hand extended just like always. You took it, warm and familiar, unaware of how badly you’d come to miss that feeling.

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TUESDAY - 1PM - SIX DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

You sat hunched over your desk, chewing the cap of your pen–unfocused and anxious. Dull office chatter and copier whirring had been the only thing you’d heard for hours. You hadn’t spoken to anyone but your Uber driver and the phone call with your boss the night previous. You made it a point to avoid everyone in the office, burying yourself under all the paperwork you had to catch up on.

It had now been four days since you had seen Joel.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he’d said that night, giving you a chaste kiss, lips tight. His wave was small, almost hesitant.

You leaned in the doorway, giving him a longing grin. “See you soon, Joel.”

He didn’t answer. Only looked back with tired, unreadable eyes.

You gave him space, assuming he’d text you if he wanted. Maybe he still had to talk to Sarah. Maybe work was too much. Either way, you didn’t want to push him.

By Saturday, after a full day of radio silence, your chest ached from the quiet. You stared at your phone for hours before finally sending a message:

Thinking about you :) Call me?

He didn’t answer. You didn’t press it.

The following days were slow. Your car was still wrecked, the insurance company useless, and Joel—a ghost. You wandered around your home, the silence stretching like fog.

Then, as the night grew dark, your phone buzzed.

You need a ride to work tomorrow?

You frowned at the cold, transactional message. Staring down at his text, you knew you still needed a ride. And–maybe more than that–you just wanted to see Joel again.

Guilt panged your chest as you typed out your message.

If it wouldn’t be a bother. Thank you so much!!

He quickly read your message, saying nothing in response.

Hours passed. You tried to distract yourself with a documentary, half-watching when your phone rang.

Joel.

“Hello?” You said, your tone a little more nervous than you meant to give off.

You could hear shuffling through the receiver, what sounded like Sarah’s voice muffled in the background, and the slamming of a door. A ringing static filled the air and the chirping of crickets filled your ears.

“Sorry, darlin’” His voice came in low, worn thin. “Somethin’ came up at work. They want me in tomorrow morning.”

“That’s okay,” you said quickly, each word lifting a weight from his heavy shoulders. “You’ve already done so much for me. I can figure it out.”

There was a beat of silence–Joel was thinking.

“You sure, sweetheart? I can ask Tommy to come out and take ya.” He sounded unsure, the plan probably just had been formulated in his mind.

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see. “It’s okay, Joel. I promise. I’ll find a way there.”

Your laugh, light and familiar, drifted through the phone. Joel exhaled, a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“You’re too damn good to me,” he muttered. “I’ll make it-”

The screen door smacked open–another voice chimed in.

“Dad? Uncle Tommy and Anthony are here. Is everything okay?”

Sarah. She was breathless, panting each word by the time she got to Joel.

There was a shuffle, the phone rattling as Joel likely dropped it to his side. You could hear muffled voices, then the door shut again.

“I’ll make it up to you another time, darlin’,” his words were rushed. “I’ve gotta go for now. I’m sorry.”

A group of deep voices and the creaking of floorboards told you he was back inside now. You could pick out Tommy’s similar southern drawl out of the crowd, raised and indignant.

“It’s bullshit I’m tellin’ ya! Thinkin’ they can just just push us around like that!”

You cleared your throat, your pulse thrumming in your ears. “It’s alright– but is everything okay?”

Joel sighed, the firmness returning to his voice. “Yes, it’s just– a lot is goin’ on right now, sweetheart. I’ll fill you in later, but I have to go. Right now.”

His tone shocked you. It wasn’t mean–just demanding and firm.

“Yeah– okay, sorry. I hope it all works out…whatever it is.” You said awkwardly, trying to ease his stress.

“Thanks, darlin’. I’ll talk to you later.”

The line clicked.

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SUNDAY - 8PM - FOUR DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Joel threw his phone onto the couch with a thud, dragging a hand through his peppered beard. The three standing in his living room stared at him expectantly as if he had called them there.

Tommy was the first to speak, his tone sharp, patience worn thin. “Joel, it’s bullshit what they suspended you for.” His jaw was tight, hands gesturing wildly. “That man is a fucking pain in my ass and I don’t care if you cussed him out or not–he deserved it.”

Joel scoffed, crossing his arms.

“A real ray of sunshine, ain’t he?” He muttered, sarcasm sharp. He knew Tommy had finally tasted the man’s entitled attitude while covering the site. Felt good to be validated, but it didn’t solve a thing.

Anthony stepped between the brothers, voice more measured. “Corporate isn’t going to listen if we’re angry. They’re already talking about moving you to the office–permanently.”

Sarah was curled on the couch, eyes wide as she listened to the men speak. “Are you gonna lose your job, Dad?”

“No, Sarah. Go upstairs.” Joel barked.

Usually she would argue, shoot back with some witty comment, but she knew better than to bite back at that tone. Light, tiptoed steps brought her to the top of the stairs where she kept out of sight–listening.

Joel turned back to the men, his eyes sharp. “Now why the hell would they do that? I’ve been runnin’ sites for twenty years now and they wanna stick me in the damn shop?”

Anthony didn’t flinch. “They’re sayin’ you’re a liability, Joel. Too many people walked off your jobs. Now they think you’re chasin’ clients away too.”

Tommy was quick to turn to his boss, betrayal stamped on his face. “You’re backin’ them now? That ain’t what you said on the ride over here! Joel said he didn’t say anything, so he didn’t!”

“I ain’t ever yell at someone who didn’t deserve it,” his words were slow, careful as he made unwavering eye contact with Anthony. “And as much as that man deserved it, I didn’t say nothin’. Honest.”

A thick silence settled between them, coating the walls.

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TUESDAY - 3PM - SIX DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

It was nearing the end of your shift and the weight of your worries weighed almost as much as the stack of unfinished work on your desk. It was looking to be the beginning of another lonely night.

Until–

Your phone brightly buzzed atop your desk, hands wasting no time to pick up the call.

“Hey, Joel.” Your voice was hushed, trying not to attract attention to your cubicle.

The lowered radio and steady engine humming filtered through the static.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice brought you back to when you laid in his arms–soft and comforting. It sent shivers up your spine. “What time do you get out of work?”

You knitted your brows in confusion. “In fifteen. Why?”

“I’ll be there. Don’t go anywhere.”

Click

Before you could ask any questions he had already hung up the line, leaving you in a wave of confusion. You sat back, riding out the rest of your shift until your coworkers began to get up in groups–signaling it was time to go home.

You stepped outside into the cooling dusk. Joel’s rusty truck was parked to your left under a flickering streetlight. He leaned on the passenger door, one hand behind his back, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

As you approached, he revealed a bouquet of white lilies.

Your hands flew to your face. “What’s all this?”

He reached towards you, arm snaking around your waist as he pecked your lips. “Told you I’d make it up to ya, didn’t I?”

You giggled, remembering the promise the man had made you. His breath tickled your neck as he leaned across you, pulling open the passenger door. You held the flowers close to your chest, cherishing them as you climbed into the seat.

“These are beautiful. Thank you.” You beamed.

As he drove, his tension seemed to melt. The familiar crinkle by his eyes returned.

“Didn’t know your favourite, but…these reminded me of you.” His voice was almost shy.

There was a moment of silence before he quietly added, “Thanks for bein’ patient.”

You looked to him, eyes earnest. “It really wasn't a big deal. I get it– work, family, it’s a lot.

Joel nodded, then chuckled under his breath. “Still…I’m lucky I’ve got someone as kind as you.”

You bit your lip, unsure to cross a boundary. “How did your talk with Sarah go?”

Unexpectedly, his face softened and his fingers relaxed on the wheel.

“I don’t know what I did to have a daughter as great as her.” His eyes were beaming with admiration. “She came up to me and talked about it– Sunday before I called you. Told me she wasn’t mad…just surprised. She’s just so mature, still teaching me things at my grown age.”

“She seems like it. With a dad like you I don’t doubt she’s got a good head on her shoulders.” You reached for the hand in his lap. “I’m glad things settled between you two. I was scared she wouldn’t like me.”

His hand squeezed yours. “Ain’t nothin’ not to like.”

You blushed, smiling down at the lilies in your lap. “You’re pretty damn good to me too, y’know.”

His thumb brushed your knuckles. “I’m tryin’, sweetheart. Just…tryin’ to get it right this time.”

A new, lingering sensation settled between the two of you as Joel’s truck rumbled into its usual spot in your driveway. The low purr of the engine faded as he threw it in park and the cab went silent except for his voice.

Joel talked absentmindedly about the parts of his week you’d missed—his late-night talks with Sarah, how Tommy and Anthony were helping him fix the mess at work, and threaded through it all, how much he’d missed you. His tone turned softer when he said it. “Missed you so damn much, darlin’...”

You listened silently, eyes trained on the curve of his lips as he spoke. God, you missed him too–more than you wanted to admit. There was something about being near him again that made your chest ache and flutter all at once.

The warmth from his smile radiated through your whole body. That smile that started at hte corners of his mouth and always reached his eyes. His hard gaze, always serious, sofetned the moment he looked at you, His eyes never stopped searching, studying every detail of your face to tell him everything it could about you.

And then there were his arms. Always flexing through his sleeves when he moved, the fabric tight around his biceps, the cling of his shirts to his chest drawing you eyes far too long for subtlety. You bit your lip, remembering how he looked after work–sweat curling his hair to his forehead, breath ragged, his whole body groaning with fatigue.

You were staring. He noticed.

“Somethin’ caught your eye?” Joel smirked, arm lazily draped over the wheel.

Cheeks flushed, you looked down to your lap. “You…” you murmured, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

A low, amused click of his tongue followed. “What was that, darlin’?” he asked, voice rougher now, more suggestive.

Your eyes snapped up to meet his. There was something new in his voice—heat, intrigue, control. It made your breath catch.

His hand reached across the console, slow and deliberate, resting gently on your thigh. Fingers traced small, teasing circles, inching higher with each pass. He watched you closely, his eyes flicking between your expression and his own movements.

“C’mon now,” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I know those pretty lips got somethin’ to say.”

Instinctively, your lips reached to wrap around his thumb, pressing a small kiss to the tip. Your eyes stayed locked with his.

“You…” you whispered. “I was looking at you…”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. “You like what you see?”

You swallowed hard, barely able to nod. His gaze pinned you in place, pupils dark and wide, a slow-burning desire etched into every feature.

Joel’s hand cupped your cheek, warm and steady, fingertips pressing lightly to your skin as he leaned in closer. “You’re shakin’,” he noted with a smirk.

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice trembling.

His hand didn’t leave your thigh even after he pulled the keys from the ignition. Without a word, he opened his door and circled the truck, opening yours like he always did. A small gesture, one you’d grown to love.

Inside the house, the cool air from the ceiling fan washed over you, easing the heat in your cheeks–but only for a moment. Joel’s hand was placed firmly on your back, making his way lower the further you walked in.

You tried to hide the way you trembled, but he noticed anyway.

“You nervous, sweetheart?” he teased, his voice low in your ear as he leaned close.

You shook your head quickly. “No…”

Joel chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re a terrible liar.”

His touch, soft and sure, made the same teasing trail as before–but slower now. More purposeful. He started with a taunting trail from your thigh that danced up your waist, grazing the curve of your waist, before stopping at your jaw. He tilted your face to his.

“Told you I was gonna make it up to ya, didn’t I?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear.

He repeated himself–slower, sensually–as his tongue traces along the shell of your ear. A soft whimper escaped you, a blurring frenzy of pleasure clouded your mind,

You squeezed your thighs together, core alight with anticipation. “Joel…”

“You gonna show me to that bed of yours, pretty girl?” His breath was hot, tingling against the back of your neck as he pressed wet, deliberate kisses. “Or you want me to just bend you over right here?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you took his hand and led him down the hall, your grip tight, your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

Once inside your room, you sank down to the edge of the bed, legs trembling. Joel shut the door quietly behind him and approached, standing between your parted thighs. His fingers cradled your face again, eyes locked onto yours.

“This okay, darlin’?” He asked gently.

You nodded, lip between your teeth. “Yes…please.”

That was all he needed–your eyes dark and hungry, silently pleading for your touch. Joel surged forward, his lips crashing onto yours, hot and desperate. His tongue coaxed your lips open, demanding entry as if he wasn’t close enough. Fingertips teasingly traced shapes on your skin and worked their way to the hem of your shirt, tauntingly tugging at the stitches.

A breathless gasp escaped you as he finally pulled back, his chest heaving. His eyes, blown wide with lust, locked onto your face—lips red and swollen from his kiss, chest rising and falling fast. You leaned into the warmth of his lingering touch.

“Jesus,” he rasped. “So beautiful.”

Hungry for more, Joel dipped down to your neck, planting sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His teeth grazed your shoulder before biting down, just hard enough to leave a mark and you whimpered, wriggling beneath him.

The shocks of pain pulsed through your body and the tender, loving kisses he placed on each bite left each shock with a surge of pleasure. His hands twisted in your shirt, pulling it up over your head with a smooth, practiced motion. The sudden chill in the air hardened your nipples, and a low, guttural groan left Joel’s lips as he took in the sight.

“Fuck…” His eyes darkened. “You’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”

He cupped your breasts gently, the heat from his palms radiating through you. As you tilted your head back, his gaze flicked upward, catching yours through your lashes and he couldn’t hold himself back.

Without a word, he leaned down and took one taut nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud while his other hand pinched and rolled the other. Your back arched, a desperate cry leaving your throat as your hand gripped the sheet, knuckles paling.

“Shit- Joel!” you moaned, his name slipping out like a prayer.

He hummed at the sound, lips still wrapped around your skin. “Love hearin’ you like this for me,” he muttered against your chest. “So goddamn sweet.”

Your body jolted when he pulled away, a needy whine slipping from your lips at the loss of contact. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes–his spit still glistening on your skin, connecting him to your chest.

He dropped to his knees with a gunt, both the floorboards and his joints popping at the contact.

“Lay back for me.” His voice low, commanding.

You nodded, grabbing a pillow to tuck under your head as you settled back onto the mattress. Hooking his hands under your knees, Joel pulled you to the edge of the bed.

Fingertips trailed up to the waistband of your pants, slowly unbuttoning them as you lifted your hips to assist him ease them off your hips.

His breath hitched. “Fuck me…”

A low groan left his lips at the sight of a blooming pool of darkness through the fabric of your underwear.

“All this for me?” His lips curled into a smug grin.

“Joel-” you whined, hips shifting.

He traced a lazy finger over the dampened fabric and you hissed at the contact, bucking your hips upward.

“Easy,” he chuckled, placing rough kisses to the inside of your thighs. “Be patient, sweetheart. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“S’not fair,” you whimpered, voice small, breathless.

A firm hand gripped your hips, holding you in place while you wriggled upwards, craving any sort of contact. “No rush. Wanna savor this.”

A growl rumbled from his chest as he gripped your thighs, tugging your core to the edge of the bed so your heat hovered just inches from his lips. Each touch was tauntingly slow, his tongue tracing a path up your thigh to the hem of your undergarments, his breath fanning your core.

“Fine,” he snarled. “I’ll give you what you want.”

In one solid movement your underwear was tugged to the side, the slick coating the fabric sticking to your skin. Joel took in a sharp breath, admiring the sight before him–your folds glistened with arousal that stained the sheets.

“Fuck…Look at you.”

“Please—Joel, I need—just…your tongue, fingers, anything—please.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, raw and begging.

He flicked his gaze up to you, chest rising with each breath. “Don’t gotta ask me twice, darlin’.”

His tongue licked a firm strip through your folds before diving into your entrance, licking up everything you had to give. You cried out, hands flying to his head, tangling in his hair.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned against your skin. “Tastes so good f’me. So pretty too.”

He started with long, slow licks across your entrance, circling his way to your clit. While his tongue danced on your bundle of nerves, unworking you just the way you like, you entangled your fingers further into his peppered hair. You tugged him closer, trying to rut your hips up despite his pressing force.

Still pressing down on your hip, he removed a hand to carefully slip a finger into your entrance, you gasped in shock. He diligently explored your walls, and they pulsed as he slipped a second digit into your core. Looking up at you through his lashes, he continued lapping at your clit like a starved man and his fingers curled inside you in ways that made you scream.

You could barely see him through your watery eyes, the pleasure that rang through your body brought tears that fell down your face. You felt his pace quicken and the pulsing in your core grew more persistent as Joel brought you to the edge.

Pleasure clouded your mind, leaving your words a muddled mess. “Joel- mmm don’t stop…feels so good, please.”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he purred, lips shiny, gaze hungry. “I feel her gettin’ tighter. Let it go for me.”

His sweet words combined with the added pressure of his tongue returning to your clit was enough to undo the knot in your stomach. Joel’s pressure released slightly as your legs shook underneath him and your walls gripped his fingers as you came undone with a broken sob

But Joel didn’t stop.

While garbled moans and pleas left your lips Joel was still between your legs. He was relentless against your aching, sensitive bud, and continued to lap at your juices long after you had come.

“J-Joel, s’too much,” you begged, fingers dug into his scalp. “Please, I can’t-”

A vibration shot through your core as Joel pulled away with a hum, licking his lips clean. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up to you in a lidded gaze, and he retracted his fingers from you, popping them into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste.

“Got me fuckin’ addicted,” he groaned, voice low. “Tastes too good.”

You lay on the bed, body trembling, tears drying on your cheeks. He said something—soft, low—but you couldn’t make it out over the pounding in your ears.

Then came his touch again, careful and delicate.

A warm cloth glided between your thighs, his hands uncharacteristically gentle. He worked in silence, wiping away the slick that coated your legs. The room was quiet except for the sound of your shaky breaths and the occasional, quiet sniffle you tried to hide.

Joel didn’t say a word as he finished, tossing the cloth aside and reaching for the edge of the blanket to pull over your legs. His movements were slow. Thoughtful. But his eyes didn’t meet yours.

When he finally climbed onto the bed beside you, you felt the shift in his energy. Not lust. Not dominance. Something else entirely—hesitance.

He laid back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his hand resting a safe distance away on the mattress, barely touching you.

It was only when he gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your face and pressed a feather-light kiss to your nose that you saw it—the uncertainty flickering behind his eyes.

“How you feelin’?” he asked, voice thick and low. “Was that… okay?”

You turned towards him, confused at the vulnerability in his tone. “Joel…?”

Despite how confident he'd sounded in the heat of the moment—how sure his hands and mouth had been—he suddenly looked regretful and scared.

He swallowed hard, voice quiet. “It’s just…been a while y’know. Since I’ve done that. Since I’ve wanted to do that.”

You blinked slowly, listening.

“I worry that…” he trailed off, fingers twitching on the sheet between you. “That I don’t got a right to touch you like that. You’re…younger. You look at me like I’m worthy and…I just-” He broke off with a shaky breath, running a hand down his face. “I dunno. Maybe I messed things up.”

Your heart twisted at his confession. You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his before he could pull away.

“You didn’t mess anything up,” you whispered, thumb brushing the back of his hand. “Not even close.”

He finally looked at you. Really looked.

“I meant everything I said,” you told him, curling closer into his side. “That was perfect. You were perfect.”

Joel’s lips parted like he wanted to argue, but nothing came out. Instead, his arm came around you slowly, unsure at first, until you nestled fully into his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, Joel,” you murmured against his skin.

You felt the deep breath he took—felt it in the way his chest rose beneath your cheek. He kissed the top of your head and let out a barely audible, “Alright,” like he was still trying to believe it.

But his grip around you tightened, and for the first time since he'd left your body shaking, you felt him start to relax.

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Smut Headcanons - Furina & Navia

A/N: While I have the Furina stuff I promised (smut + relationship + parenting headcanons) ready, I decided to split them up in three posts to go with another character. This way, the reader can enjoy exactly what they want. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Nothing, just vanilla ice cream here.

Furina de Fontaine? Yes, of course she is nothing if not the best at this whole “sex” thing! There are hardly any things she struggles with less than marital fornication, she'll have you know!

Please go easy on her. She has no idea whatsoever.

While it's true that throughout her long life she had read through many explicit books and brochures, mostly without pictures, her lack of personal interaction with the male body leads to her being quite clueless the first few times around. She doesn't really know how to please you, more - she barely even knows what she likes herself.

It's natural for gods to be less sexual than humans, which is all the more unfortunate for Furina. She kept the lifespan, but was left with a human set of emotions and needs that was doomed to wither over the centuries. But not all is lost - now that her days of godhood are over and she could finally become human - with a human lifespan and the ability to fully express her emotions. It will take time, but, with enough practice, she'll catch up.

Communication is key. Don't hesitate to “order” her around. Tell her what feels good, what doesn't, what you'd like her to do and more. Furina will follow your example and share what she can - although the storm of moans and whimpers should serve as more than enough of a pointer.

Furina is surprisingly confident in the bedroom. When she finds something she likes, she'll definitely let you know. She will, between shivering and gripping the sheets, encourage you or give you some pointers, as much as her state will allow. She's not scared to initiate and when she does, she always goes in with a plan. Knocking her off balance with some teasing of your own is sure to leave her in tatters though…

Furina is quite the fan of plays and works talking about romance, so her view of the subject is much closer to “making love” than to any other way to describe sex. As such, she enjoys plenty of prep before the main event - a romantic dinner, some proper foreplay, some teasing beforehand… She enjoys working yourselves up to the main thing. Getting in the right mood is a must for her, and when she's there, there's no keeping her hands off you.

Don't let her outspoken and loud way of carrying herself fool you - the closer you get to her, the more shy Furina becomes - especially if no clothes are involved. She'll have you believe that it's completely natural for a small girl like her to be intimidated by a taller and far stronger man, unwilling to openly state that she happily lays back and lets you do whatever you want to her most days.

On the occasion that she has something specific in mind, it usually involves a bit of dressing up - she's quite fond of theater, after all. She can afford costumes and dresses galore, both for you and herself. It does take quite a bit of time, getting herself perfectly dolled up for the occasion, but it's no problem - seeing herself so disheveled, undressed and messy after you're done with her is totally worth the effort.

A nice session of light play-acting is Furina’s favourite way to spice things up. She can be whoever you want - a damsel in distress, longing for the body of her noble knight, an actress getting some more hands-on rehearsals, or perhaps her favourite - the shy, freshly taken bride. Furina never parted with her wedding dress and takes it out for a spin, from time to time. It fits her perfectly, and thanks to Chiori’s expertise in material selection, is also easy to clean from… certain substances.

But sometimes all Furina wants to do is let loose, be herself and just get some lovely, passionate pounding. Doggy no doubt has its bonuses in that regard, but she’d much rather see your face twist in pleasure as her slick hole pleasures you to completion. She enjoys missionary the most, with her hands clasping around yours for support or desperately clinging onto the sheets below. Furina is all about kissing, so expect your mouth to be occupied, and remember - nothing is hotter for her than you looking her straight in the eye as you nut inside. She won’t complain if you boast about how much you’ve filled her up - after all, you’re quite the lover, and it’s only right for you to be proud of what you can do to her.

Don’t be alarmed if you find Furina shedding a few tears while her guts are being rearranged - that’s just how she responds to overstimulation. She doesn’t want you to stop any time soon, of course… But a kiss and a squeeze of her hand would surely motivate her to take you further in!

She spends a lot of time grooming herself to perfection, with most of the time going towards shaving herself. She enjoys nice, smooth skin everywhere below the neck. Furina does mind hair, and you would make her very happy if you kept yourself like that as well. Why would she want to have all this nasty hair obscuring the goods?

Furina is aware of how unlucky she is, to be created with not much of a cleavage. She tends to be hyper aware of her deficiency - or at least that’s how she views it. Your girl tends to skip out on nipple or boob play for that exact reason. She’s yours, and so is her body - if her body can’t offer you all it should, she’s not a good wife, is she? She would love you to be able to slide your cock between them and fuck them to completion, but they are, unfortunately, very flat. Over time, however, your love and encouragement helped her dismiss these harmful beliefs of inadequacy. So much so that she's grown to cherish her form.

She's proud of what she has, and loves to show herself off with expensive sets of lingerie. Unlike, say, the extendable cutlery she bought, these come in use regularly. She always picks those one size smaller to accentuate the nice fluff around her thighs and belly - a woman must have some plush on herself, after all! Couple that with long gloves and thigh highs, one darker and one brighter to match her eyes of course, and you've got yourself an outfit Furina feels beautiful in.

And desired, too. They are nice, yes, but not as much as the feeling of you stripping them off her. She likes passion, and very much enjoys seeing you lose control of your desire for her. Don't hold your moans, say whatever comes to mind - even if it is her name over and over and over again, she will listen intently and whine your name in concert.

The bed’s your stage, while you and her play the main roles.

For her, you are the main attraction of the show. You and your glorious, male body. Navia? She's a big fan of that.

The straight posture, the beautifully flat, strong chest, these powerful arms, the big hands, the meaty calves… You're incredibly handsome, so why wouldn't she spend her nights worshiping and touching you?

When it comes to herself, she doesn't mind most things. Sure, she likes being the center of your attention, but being the receiver excites her much less than giving. While she'll take a long while to cum with your tongue, just sucking you off is enough to make her squirt on her fingers. Sex is all good, but she'll be more passionate if you just lay back and let her do the work.

Let her take the lead - here, you're the star, and she's more than eager to see you enjoy yourself. Navia loves servicing you and bringing out those delicious, deep moans and sighs. She gets absolutely soaking at the thought that it's all the doing of her skillful hands and abundant body.

Navia Rich cleavage, fat butt and a spacious pussy - Navia has it all, and you're more than welcome to help yourself. She'll be thrilled if you make good and frequent use of her, as - surprise surprise - women have needs too. It's unfair - why can you be absolutely horny for her, but it's improper for her to drool over you? Well, that's how it is in public, but behind closed doors, you're game.

Navia is the unchallenged queen of handling your manhood. Learning about you, memorising the shape of your cock, adjusting her insides to fit you like a glove, learning where to touch to make you shiver… It was great fun, and Navia enjoys having the chance to explore you further with various kinks. She's not going to say no to anything when it comes to your hefty package, that's for sure.

While not having much for herself, Navia owns a host of toys to use on you in the sheets. Would you like her to tie you up? Maybe edge you with a pocket pussy? How about tying the base of your cock for some extended sessions? Whatever you want, whatever you need, she likely has it in her collection - and if she doesn't, it won't be for long. All she needs is your word.

Navia is known for her positive and energetic approach to her role, but every girl needs a pick-me-up once in a while, doesn't she? Navia won't mind if you come over and sneak with her into a closet or let her get under the desk for some naughty time~

Nothing turns her on more than your pleasure. Seeing your hand tighten around the armrest as she edges you, feeling your hand push her head up and down as you use her throat as a toy or hearing you struggle to get all the cum out when she milks you for all your worth is something she greatly looks forward to. So much so that, if you give her this privilege, she'll whip out a Kamera to keep that moment for years to come.

Of course, it will be focused on you. She wants to capture what she loves the most - your pleasure. She'll let the Kamera roll as you rail her into the bed, capturing all these lovely moans and expressions of bliss, as well as your grunts as you selfishly chase your own pleasure, uncaring if she will handle the pounding. One of her favourites is recording your balls as they slam against her cunt in doggy or missionary, capturing your voice and the obscene noises her pussy makes as your fuck her to completion. She'll return to them when she’s away, rubbing and fingering herself to the image of you in careless, primal bliss.

That's another thing she loves to see - primal lust. The sight of you senselessly and violently fucking a toy is her favourite thing to get off to, especially that she knows she's going to be the toy next. Be rough with her - she can take it. Just don't you dare go silent on her, now! You have a voice, so use it - moan, whine, sigh and growl for her. Navia wants to know just how much you enjoy using her body.

But sometimes she's in a more needy mood, especially when you've been quiet the last few times around. Navia knows that there's nothing worse for a guy than denial, so she'll strap you down and play with your dick, edging you without pause until you cry and beg for release. Or, alternatively, she'll work your head and prostate, forcing you to give up everything in your balls to her. The longer it goes on, the more you struggle, and the more frantic your pleas become. Music to her ears.

Navia finds it so hot when you act needy, even when it's as simple as asking for some attention. Want a handy? She'll give you a helping hand, no questions asked. Need your balls emptied with some mouth work? Navia is on the case. You're in need of a quickie? Feel free to bend her over and yank those panties down - she's on the pill, so cum away. Be ready to zip down your fly for her too - sometimes, a quick suck can really lift her spirits. When she has a day off, expect lots of messing in the sheets.

Morning sex? Yes please! She'll gladly have you wake up to lewd sounds of slurping and her lips wrapped around your cock, if you'll let her. And once you fully wake up, you'll get to feel her ride you in the rays of the morning light.

She's the type of girl that loves cum. Expect lots of positive encouragement to blow your load, no matter if it comes quickly - it's a compliment for her doing a great job, right? When you finally give in to her talented ministrations, she'll make sure to put on a show for you. Each part of her (except the hair, cum is quite annoying to get out of there without taking a shower) is fair game when it comes to coming. If you feel like giving her a mouthful, she'll swallow it up and show you a clean mouth as proof. Her favourite spot, though, is the face - it might mess with her make-up, but its warmth and smell feels so naughtily good on her face, and she'll make sure you're watching her gather it up and lick it off her fingers with a proud, smug smirk.

Navia isn't a fan of condoms, not at all. She’d much rather take a pill or slap on a patch than wrap you in rubber. Besides, Navia always wanted to have plenty of kids, so when the time comes, she'll passionately encourage you to knock her up. Having her stomach swollen with a baby - that you put into her, which she will make sure to praise you for - makes her feel beautiful, even if she has to buy bigger clothes. Luckily for her, she can still suck your cock with a big belly, so it's not much of a problem in that department.

With Navia, it's cowgirl all the way. Not only do you get to see her tits swing and her beautiful face, but you also get a taste of her excellent riding skills. She likes this position as it allows her to see your face contorted in pleasure. She will adjust the pace and depth to better milk you, or keep you on the edge of orgasm and enjoy seeing you lose your mind to pleasure.

Thanks for reading!

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