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hiii, welcome to my blog !! call me zera, 18, muslim, I write for the fandoms above and so many more. i am a big fan of paramore and all things hayley williams. thank you for checking out this mini wonderland of mine!
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Thinking about the Octavinelle trio being fascinated by their partners human legs...
Floyd is the most vocal about his fascination. Whenever you're simply relaxing- wether that be in public or private- he's quick to put his hands on your legs. He's unashamed about his curiosity, poking and prodding the appendages like they don't have any sensation. The first time you allowed him to just play with your legs he dug his fingers into your calves like he was trying to tenderize meat.
The only plus side to the jabbing was that it could occasionally act akin to a wonky massage.
He especially likes your thighs and the curve of your bum. They're just so squishy and soft, unlike anything he had ever squeezed in the sea. Sometimes when you're wearing shorts he randomly places his head on your thighs, tracing little coral shapes into your skin. It's one of the few serene moments Floyd enjoys.
The more time you spend with him the bolder he gets with his gestures. The two of you could be sitting in the courtyard, middle of broad daylight, when he suddenly decides to grab onto your thigh and squeeze it with his overly large hands. The unceremonious squeal you let out certainly turned a few heads.
He begins to gnaw on your supple skin, sharp teeth digging just deep enough to leave marks but not break through skin. Safe to say, you can not wear anything that shows off your legs.
Although, its honestly cute how into your legs of all things he seems to be.
Jade is less outright about his interest in your legs, however he makes it very clear that the appendages fasinate him. If you even show the slightest sliver of skin around him he'll stare. He doesn't comment on the bare nature of them but you can tell that they have an affect on him with how quiet he becomes. His eyes go a little wide, admiring the limbs natural movement.
It's so strange too, considering its only your legs that seem to intrigue him so. Especially weird since he now has his own pair of legs as well.
However when the two of you are in private he is all up on your legs. He likes holding them in his lap, examining them like they're a recently discovered species of mushroom. He especially loves the texture your thighs. The way they contort under his fingertips is so extremely different compared to the slick of a merfolk's tail. They're tender and moldable, unlike anthing he had ever encountered in the depths.
How in the Coral Sea could you blame him for being curious?
As your bond grows Jade also becomes increasingly more captivated by your human parts. If you are ever laying on his bed he'll act like your legs are his property. He'll sit in between them, twirling around your ankles and knees with awe in his eyes. Its as if he's trying to see how far your limbs will bend without causing discomfort. He makes comments on how enthralling it is to see how much a human body can endure.
You think he's just trying to measure your pain level. Alas, you wouldn't love this leech otherwise.
Azul doesn't want you to know that he's practically in love with your legs. He finds it shameful, admiring something so mundane in the grand scheme of things. Your legs have been with you since you were born, yet he's out here entranced like a young mermaid longing for the human realm. So when the two of you begin to date he does not let any of his fascination show.
Yet, Azul cannot hide his desires for long, and he begins to subtly show appreciation to your legs of all things.
Whenever you wear anything that shows off even a sliver of your lower limbs your boyfriend is quick to compliment you. He'll continuously comment on them, saying how lovely you look and how you should wear clothing like this more often. It seems he doesn't even realize how enthusiastic he is about it either, with how his eyes sparkle and gaze lingers on your legs.
Eventually though, he outright begins to fond over your legs. If you two are ever seated on a couch together he'll put your legs on his lap and massage them, free of charge. It confuses you at first, but you come to realize this was an intimate moment for him. Being so close to something so unfamiliar to him.
Azul loves to lay on your legs. He finds the plush flesh to be softer than any sea bed he has ever laid on. He places his head on your thighs, fingers wrapping around your calf and lightly- soothingly- scratching the muscle. Before bed he always makes sure to press small, lingering, kisses to the tender skin, thanking him for allowing him to do this before drifting off to slumber. He's so gentle with your legs it could make you cry.
imagining a jade leech whose obsessed with his partners human legs...
gn! reader. reader isn't wearing pants..? and is sick. established relationship. wrote this while sick so sorry if it isn't up to parr.
You had a predicament on your hands.
There was a leech lurking outside your door.
it was a bit nerve-racking- knowing that there was an unfathomably tall, terrifying, teenage boy stalking around the inside of your house, making uncanny noises like a creep while you were stuck in bed. Luckily though, it was just your boyfriend being his normal weird self.
A hacking cough escaped your lips as a particularly loud clang resonated throughout the decrepit building. You were feeling slightly feverish due to the abrupt cold that came along with winter, the thin walls of ramshackle doing little to block out the chill. Of course, simply sneezing once in front of Jade caused him to freak out, and he quickly took it upon himself (insisted) to take care of you.
You think he just wants to feed you mushroom soup.
The sinister sounds emitting from downstairs came to a stop as the door to your bedroom creaked open. Jade popped his head in through the cracked door, his ever present smile seeming slightly more gentle as he approached you. In his hand was a bowl of soup, steaming alluringly against the coldness of the room.
"Are there mushrooms in there..?" you groused.
His smile only grew, "I'm afraid if I answer that you'll throw the soup at me, dear."
A snicker emanated from your mouth as you sat up against the headboard. Jade handed you the sizzling bowl of soup before allowing his weight to dip into the bed in front of you. He placed your legs in his lap, taking his gloves off to trace your bare skin with his fingers.
The soup did in fact have mushrooms, but you just avoided those instead of making a fuss. ( you would've if your head wasn't pounding. ) It was creamy with just the right amount of salt and spices. Even though Floyd was the natural cook between the two, Jade had some skills as well.
"So, how was class today?" You asked, swirling around some of the mushrooms. When he didn't reply quick enough you looked up at him curiously.
His eyes lingered on your bare legs, pants kicked off from the uncomfortable warmth you were feeling. You noticed how there was an odd flush to his cheeks as he gazed at the naked skin. "Jade?"
"Ah, I apologize." He genuinely looked embarrassed for getting caught staring, "I was just curious as to why pants are a necessity when your appendages are quite... exquisite."
You blinked. "Jade are you.. saying my legs look nice?"
He just smiled.
You watched as his fingers worked under your calves, lightly massaging the sore muscle with his nimble fingers. It was bizarre how intimate the whole situation felt;; being admired for your legs of all things. However, you could understand why Jade felt this way. He was marveling something unfamiliar to him, something he wanted to explore with you.
With a gentle smile you leaned over to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "I should get sick more often if your gonna massage me like this."
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ticci toby... who gives you life updates on everything. he makes sure to text you as soon as he arrives at a new mission; taking pictures of cool nick-nacks, dead bodies, and tim n' brian. he'll even send you selfies of him posing with a mutilated corpse, topped with a peace sign and the brightest smile you'd ever see on his face.
ticci toby... who gets nervous when you don't text him back right away. there will be a soft pout on his face, and he'll pause in the middle of cutting someone open just to text you. 'babyyy I miss u :((' or 'answer me my angelllll, imma die w/o u :((('. tim n brian are pissed everytime he stops just to check up on you.
ticci toby... who becomes more desperate the longer you go without replying to him. he becomes sloppy with his work, twitching and checking his phone more often than usual. he begins pestering the other two to hurry up. after all he's gotta see his angel.
ticci toby... who gets dropped off ( thrown out the car ) at your house. he rushes to the door, hurriedly shaking the doorknob before realizing it'd take too long and entering through your open window. tim n' brian shake their heads, praising you for keeping up with his over-eccentric behavior.
ticci toby... who runs into your house all nervous, his eyes darting anywhere and everywhere around your living room. he wants to rush right into your bedroom, but he makes sure to kick off his dirty boots as to not soil your carpet. he's desperate to find you, but he'd be damned before he ruined your things.
ticci toby... whose heart melts at the sight of you asleep on your shared bed. he'll quickly strip himself of his grimy, bloodied, clothes, before tangling himself into the sheets and subsequently you. then he'll pepper kisses all across your skin. your lips, your cheeks, your eyelids, all while giggling to himself gently.
ticci toby, whose hopelessly and madly devoted to you.
ugh. THEEE love of my life right here. I'm kissing him till my lips bruise.
idia shroud grew up surrounded by technology unlike any other. born besides screens that aided him in accomplishing anything he put his mind to. he never thought he would need anything other than his beloved devices to solve any issues that plagued him. however, simply relying on screens wouldn't allow him to win the one thing he desperately wanted.
gn! reader. idia shroud being an absolute loser and in love with you. idia is lowk a stalker- ortho tryna help him pull you. mc and idia are two shy peas in a pod. very fluffy and chaotic, enjoy!
masterlist !! part two !! ( coming soon )
Idia was a determined soul. Anyone who took the time to get to know him could figure that out.
He was determined to build the most advanced android on the planet- engineered to absolute perfection. He was determined to retain the one soul he desired from the underworld- willing to destroy the world and whatever stood in his way to get to his goal. No matter how challenging the task he could accomplish it- just as long as he put his mind to it.
Unlike most people, Idia refused to let setbacks discourage him. He had a plethora of any and all imaginable devices at his disposal. If one scenario didn't work he could just program another. He had the time and resources after all.
In his opinion, there was nothing a screen couldn't solve.
Until, of course, you came along.
When you made your main-character esque entrance into the school something within him swirled, bubbling and sizzling like one of professor Crewel's potions.
Without a single account, device, or piece of hardware to your name, it was almost as if you were from another planet. You were off the grid entirely, an anomaly, in his eyes.
It was only natural that he became curious.
So Idia started watching. Not in a creepy way. He simply began paying closer attention.
Paying attention to the way you looked at their technology like it was some foreign entity. Paying attention to how you looked around the campus with pure curiosity. Paying attention to how the sight of talking paintings encapturing you. Paying attention to how this worlds basic history seemed to escape you.
Paying attention to how the sight of Ortho made you gape in wonder. How he could just see the excitement in your eyes even through the camera's he had installed all across the campus. Paying attention to how you admired his work like it was something sacred.
How was something like that not supposed to affect him?
Eventually, somewhere and somehow along the line, it became less about your obliviousness to the world and more about you. About your soft laughter when Grim brushed his fuzzy tail against your neck. How you crossed your legs when you sat in a specific, comfortable, way just so the cat beast could sit on you.
Somehow his curiosity in you shifted- from purely research based to genuine interest in you.
Of course he wasn't the one to realize this change though.
Ortho stood at his charging station, arms crossed with his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. He was glaring into his brother's side, watching as the older Shroud twirled with his hair, the smallest smile etched into his face he watched you through the monitor screen.
For the past few months Ortho watched as his brother priorities shifted. Idia's heart rate would spike up anytime you passed him in the hallway, anytime your name was even mentioned. He suspected his older brother had begun to unknowingly develop feelings towards you. Feelings so heavy that he couldn't bare to watch Idia pine after someone who didn't even know his name.
Idia was, as Ace once said, 'Down Bad,' and it was beginning to weigh down on Ortho.
Now, Ortho had a new objective. A very important one.
There was only one way to get his brother back to normal whilst making him happy.
-> Operation: Screen Catcher. ( the name of a manga his brother adored )
Someone like you : never online, and cut off from the internet.
Someone like him : born with a screen in his sweaty palms.
How in the world was he supposed to get you two together?
SCENARIO ONE : the set up.
It was at times like this Ortho was extremely grateful to be a sentient android.
At the moment, he was rifling through each and every romance manga, game, movie, and show uploaded onto the internet over the past decade, thoroughly examining each of them like a madman. Ortho had made it his mission to get you and his brother to interact, however, it required extensive research first.
It shouldn't have been as difficult as it was, after all he had every piece of information electronically recorded at his disposal.
Unfortunately though, his brother was one of the biggest introverts known to man.
And it was easier to watch romance than enact it.
Nonetheless, Ortho didn't give up easily. He'd do anything to give his brother a happy ending.
Now, in the early hours of the morning, with Idia having recently gone to sleep just a few steps away from him, he combed through every romance route out there.
Perhaps he could set up a meet cute moment; one where he forces Idia to bump into you, accidentally knocking down all your papers. His brother, terrified at seeing his crush, would freeze for a moment, then scramble to help you collect your belongings.
Ortho could just imagine it...
Your eyes would widen as soon as you saw the pretty, pale, face of the older Shroud and would for sure gape up at Idia. You would be entranced by the sight of his gorgeous, yet unusual, blue hair that flickered wildly around the two of you. Maybe you would reach up and touch it, trying to understand how his hair looked like fire while twirling the soft strands around your fingertips.
The tips of Idia's hair would be pulsating a vibrant pink, the same as his cheeks. His yellow eyes would be sparkling as you examined him, admiring you as you admired him. Your eyes would for sure move to his lips next! The naturally blue hue of them would fascinate you... maybe you'd even even whisper under your breathe than he looked beautiful.
Then you, enamored by his beautiful face, would get on one knee and ask his dearly beloved brother to marry you right then and there! Idia would obviously agree and the two of you would live happily ever after with him and Ortho and two cats by your side!
Okay maybe Ortho was mischaracterizing you a bit- but could you blame him? He just wishes for his brother to be happy.
Unfortunately, as stated previously, his lovely brother was such a giant introvert, there was was no way that route would work. He couldn't even get Idia to go to the main campus irl half the time anyway!
Instead, perhaps he could ask Idia to go with him to Sam's store. He knew you frequented there often due to the sales and cheaper prices. Plus, Grim always wanted more tuna, so there was a high chance the two of you could bump into one another there.
He would tell Idia that a new figurine from one of his favorite games came out- and that he had preordered it to the Mystery Shop. Idia would be excited, and would want to pick it up personally as to not damage the goods. Then, he would also make a shipment for a couple of premium cans of tuna, and as soon as Grim found out, you would be dragged right to the shop.
The two of you would go up to Sam's counter, asking for the items. Both standing there, he was sure you would try to make some kind of conversation with him to fill the void of silence. You would ask what he's picking up, gently smiling at him. Idia would be flushed, but would still answer, excited to share his favorite game, especially with you.
Being the kind, wonderful, person you were, you'd obviously ask him what the game was about. His brother would go all 'sparkly eyed' and go off onto a rant, and you would hang off his every word with excitement. Then, he would ask you what kind of games you were into- and because you were so off the grid you would say none. Then, Ortho would suggest that you come over to the dorm and play a couple games! Eventually, you and Idia would fall in love and get married and would live happily ever after with him and Ortho and two cats by your side!
He hummed a bit in contemplation. That may actually work... but it relied solely the idea that you would make conversation with Idia. That was a 50-50 percent chance- depending on your both of your moods and all.
Ortho spent the majority of the early morning imagining up ways to get the two of you to interact. There were thousands of scenarios, some more likely than others. However, humans were still unpredictable, and no route had 100% probability.
He needed one that did.
"Ortho..! oh my sevens- am i dying-? Ortho!"
Ortho didn't believe in fate.
People could wish for something with all their hearts, have faith that what they desired would just come to them free of charge. However, he believed there had to be actions to reach the desired solutions. Every action had a subsequent reaction after all.
Ortho didn't believe in fate. He believed in probabilities.
However, at this exact moment, he was beginning to question if faith was a real concept...
Especially because when he booted up the next morning, he hadn't expected it to be to the sound of you knocking.
The blue haired android stepped off the charging station, yellow eyes scanning the room to find his brother- legs pressed against his chest and arms bracing his knees with the most scared expression known to man- hunched up against the wall adjacent to his bed.
He called Idia's name, eyes widening at the state of pure terror etching his brothers features. "What's wrong? Is someone attacking? Do I need to do a scan of the building?"
Idia whimpered.
Then, a gentle knock came from the door.
It took a second to process, however, thanks to his x-ray vision Ortho immediately recognized your heat signal through the door. He turned to Idia, confused. "Are the camera's outside working properly?"
"Yeah but uh-"
Idia's words died on his tongue, face flushing a deep pink as his wide eyes moved to watch his feet instead of the door or Ortho's face. His hands clutched the base of his bangs, blue ( turning pink ) hair twirling wildly around him.
"Why are they here?! Of all people and places.... Shit, this is like an unexpected boss encounter when you don't have any materials or buffs or knowledge of the game- what am I supposed to do?!"
The younger Shroud let out a mechanical sigh, shaking his head at his brothers mutterings. Did he think you, the magicless student, were going to burn down the dorm or something? He moved to the door.
Still, even Ortho was in disbelief. The probability of you showing up at his door, especially today of all days, was less than 10%. Yet, here you were, softly smiling, all abashed as you entered the Shroud brothers shared room.
"Hi Ortho..." your voice was gentle, quiet against the rumbling hum of machines in the room. "So sorry to be bothering you..."
The androids eyes sparkled, "No no! Its never a bother! What can I help you with?"
He watched as you looked around for a moment, curiosity shimmering at the sight of their technology based room. Idia found that fascinating about you, how you always seemed so enamored at the sight of their electronics. For a moment your eyes locked on his brother, staring for a milli-second longer than everything else, before you turned back to him, flushed. You looked down at the floor, heart picking up nervously.
"This is so random of me," you started, beginning to toy with your fingers, "but I was hoping you could order this one manga for me? I uhm, don't have a phone of my own yet so i can't pirate it or buy myself... and, well, there aren't any more volumes in the library so I thought I'd come here to ask..."
"Oh of course I can help! Which manga?" Ortho beamed.
"Uhm. Its called Screen Catcher. I-I'll pay you extra for it!"
"Oh! Actually-"
You interrupted him, "but I totally understand if you can't get it! Im so sorry for bothering you."
Ortho watched as you inched closer to the door whilst sputtering apologies, ready to escape the situation without even hearing him out. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at your endearing nature.
A different, unexpected, voice cut in.
"Uh, I have the latest issue.. you can um, borrow it... uh, if you want...."
Both you and Ortho's heads turned, eyes wide for different reasons.
You : shocked because you were finally getting the next volume of the book series you had perused time and time again.
Ortho : shocked because of all people, Idia Shroud, offered you one of his prized possessions... without any encouragement!
Slowly, like an unsure cat, Idia unfurled from his spot on the bed. His eyes refused to leave your form as he walked to the shelf closest to you. The still growing flush on his hair was turning darker with each second. You might be very confused and potentially terrified as to why you were being glared at. Ortho tried not to laugh, seeing him watch you so intensely.
Idia slowly shuffled to you, book in his hand as he presented it to you.
"Uhm..." you started, "Actually, i'm sure if I go into town I can probably find it at a bookstore there.... I don't want to take your book."
"No!" Idia shook his head, eyes wide, "No, its alright... I uh, wouldn't mind if you, uhm, borrowed it."
"Are you sure...?"
"...Mhm. Yeah."
"Mm, okay then," a soft, pure, smile encased your face, "Thank you!"
"...Mhm. Yeah."
Idia's eyes were still wide as he watched you take the book from his pale hands, careful to not accidentally touch his skin..
You looked up at him, eyes gentle and wide like a rabbits as you examined his, "You, uhm, have very pretty eyes, by the way."
"...Mhm. Yeah... uh, mm, thanks."
You giggled, gentle as ever. Finally just a bit comfortable.
"Would it be alright if I came later to give it back?"
"...Mhm. Yeah."
He can't believe his brother just did that.
Idia can't believe he just did that.
On his own accord too!
A wave of pure silence filled the room as you closed the door behind you. Ortho watched Idia expectedly, the poor junior stood frozen in the middle of his bedroom. The words, "...Mhm. Yeah," still repeating in his head.
Not a word was spoken as he stumbled back to his bed, arms swaying by his side, shoulders slumped like the biggest hunchback known to man. He tumbled down onto his bed, laying face first for a couple of seconds before he rolling over onto his side. Then onto his back. Then his side again. Then his back once more.
"Oh my Sevens." Idia whispered to the ceiling, dazed out.
Ortho giggled.
Idia grabbed the pillow beside him, pressing it onto his face as he let out a yeowl like scream. "OH MY SEVENS."
The next step was to plan your wedding!
AHHH part one done!! this is the first part in a 3-part fanfic series im doing! the next couple of parts will be out soon and I hope you guys are as excited to read them as I am to write! :>
mc and idia are js two shy lil peas in a pod and ortho puts them both on a pedestal. ugh I love them :/
✦ . - idia shroud grew up surrounded by technology unlike any other. born besides screens that aided him in accomplishing anything he put his mind to. he never thought he would need anything other than his beloved devices to solve any issues that plagued him. however, simply relying on screens wouldn't allow him to win the one thing he desperately wanted. meanwhile, ortho would do whatever it took to give his brother the happily ever after he deserved.
✦ . - or, a multi-part fic where ortho shroud plays matchmaker.
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okay but frs tho.... ej is js the perfect guy. he's still the same guy even after the cult turned him into a beast- kind and sweet esp to his lover. (yeeeesss propaganda) he js has more of a craving for meat and thats alright!!
ive been consistently in love with him since i was liek 6 and im kissing him under the sheets of my bed right now.
gooooosh guys I needa write more. schools eating my ass out js not in a good way 😞
e. jack... whose been out on missions far too often as of late. however, even after a long day of working under the operator and dealing with jeff's constant annoyance, he makes sure to pick up your favorite food.
e. jack... who rushes home, heart aching at the thought of you asleep on the couch. he can imagine it. you're probably curled up in his blanket, waiting for his sorry ass to come home and cuddle you...
e. jack... who silent steps into your shared home, quickly re-latching the rusted, silver, apartment key to the hand-made (crafted lovingly by you) chain around his neck.
e. jack... who, practically melts as soon as he steps into the apartment, any and all tension he had accumulated disapating once in your presence. he immediately kicks his heavy snow boots off, gently placing them next to your fuzzy slippers before entering the kitchen.
e. jack... who, even in the deep hours of the night, still takes time to notice all that you do for him- including leaving him a cup of warm black tea, topped with a loving splash of honey. it was neatly placed on a pretty lavender tea set, one he had bought stolen from a small antique store you had mentioned.
e. jack... who notices a small sticky note laying next to the teacup. on it was a small drawing of the two of you holding hands, with text reading, "i hope you had a good day at work jackie! love u, mwah." while he wishes he didnt have any responsibilities, he would miss the sweet letters you wrote him.
e. jack... whose heart may finally give in when he notices you asleep on the couch. specifically on the armchair he claimed as his spot. you were curled up in one of his shirts, legs bare and wrapped around his pillow- looking as soft as an angel.
e. jack... who slips in behind you, body twisting to meld with yours, a clawed hand curling around your mid section. his hips are slotted against your ass, as close and comfortable as can be. he buries his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply with a soft purr.
eyeless jack... who wishes for this moment to never end.
this was so indulgent. anyway bello crp fandom, ive been in love w/ you since I was 6....
I havent made out with someone in over two months, im genuinely getting withdrawals </3. to make up for it ive been imagining...
making out with floyd leech....
lil bit of spice here, no outright nsfw... tw for making out? ig?? and descriptive scenes i couldnt help it. enjoy my loves. <3
skipping class had become common place as of late. a natural part of college, in your opinion at least. who you were skipping with though, was far from natural.
neither was being so cozy-ed up to him.
barely an inch away from you laid floyd leech, his long body stretched across the grass floors of the woods behind campus. he looked peaceful, lost in thought, drowsy. it was strange seeing him act in such a way- the eccentric leech had seemingly been satiated.
you noticed him staring, quiet and almost... longingly, oddly enough. he was locked away in a faraway trance. you couldn't blame him however. after all he was waiting for something.
"cmon," he mumbled, one of his large hands tangling into the back of your head. "give me more..."
you leaned down, lips barely ghosting over his. his breath was warm against your mouth, hitching with anticipation. he leaned in ever so slightly, ready to catch your soft, strawberry flavored lips. ready to have your tounge meld against his own, dancing with one another in perfect harmony. before you suddenly pulled away.
"ah sorry... ace texted me..."
he immediately whined, sitting up with a scowl on his face. he had been waiting for you all day- all night even- since it had been a full 24 hours since he last kissed you. and here you were texting another man.
he watched as you bit at your bottom lip, tugging at the plush skin absentmindedly. yeah right. you had to have been doing this on purpose. it was enticing. it was like you were baiting him on. and he should've been the one to be biting your lips.
he needed your lips on his. now.
it was unfair how lanky his arms were, and also unfair how he snatched your phone and threw it carelessly onto his bag. But it was also unfair that you were depriving him of his favorite thing in the universe.
"floyd--!"
you couldn't even protest before his lips were on yours, hand at the back of your neck, dragging you into him.
fuck. your lips were so soft against his. and slightly open still as your objections died on your tounge. he took the opportunity to open your mouth further, his long, snakey, tounge, burrowing into your warm mouth.
his back hit the grass, dragging your body ontop of him. your hands, small compared to his, clung to his uniform, all bunched up and nervous. he loved how you would press up against him, holding him tighter. he needed to hold you.
sevens. you were so warm and sweet and soft. and your tounge tasted like sugar against his. the sweetest fucking sugar in the world. he didnt understand why you wouldnt let him kiss you for eternity.
his free arm went around the base of your back, snaking under your blazer to get closer to your skin. he squeezed you further into him. so closely that your noses were practically pressed together.
he listened to the slight gasps you made as you tried to breath through the kiss. the sound of his wet tounge circling yours has recently become his favorite thing.
you pushed away, gasping for air. despite the fact he had only just begun you already looked messy.
"can... I breathe, please?"
"mm, nope!"
"mmph..!"
his lips were right back on yours. who were you to stand a chance against him?
imagine sitting on jack howl"s back as he does pushups....
maybe one day you're just lounging in his bed, taking a break from your study session and scrolling thru your phone absentmindedly... when you suddenly hear grunting coming from the floor.
you look down curiously, shifting to the edge of the bed to figure out where that noise is coming from. that's where you see him; one arm crossed on his back, the other flexed and supporting his weight. his ears are perfectly straight, tail lifted in concentration.
"you're really doing that, right now?"
he hums, "yeah, can't miss a day."
despite the fact he can't see them, you roll your eyes playfully. "can't you wait till after we're done studying?" your hand reaches down, fingers gentle as you ran them thru the soft fur of his tail.
his ear twitches, yet makes no move to stop you. "you say that when you've been on your phone for an hour."
a smile creeps up on your face as a moment of silence passes you. then jack speaks, voice still gentle as ever. "get on my back."
"hm?"
"get on my back," he repeats.
you raise a brow, but comply. slowly, you maneuver yourself off his bed, sitting criss-cross on the base of his back. suddenly, he shifted downwards. you yelped, clinging onto his broad shoulders for support.
"what the heck are you doing?" your voice was soft with laughter, and you knew he could hear the smile you carried.
"you uncomfortable?" he asked, ignoring the question and continuing with his push-ups.
"no," you hum. the smile never leaves your face as you giggle, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the skin beside his eye, "I love you."
"mm, I love you more."
his ear twitches, and you can feel the heat of his face. wether that be from his workout or your kiss, you'll never know.
FEM ! reader. the classic- walking in on you changing trope. or, in which the twst cast finally realizes you're a girl when barging into your room uninvited- and seeing you in your bra.
in this MC is afab, identifies as female, and has tits. suggestive themes but no outright nsfw. talks about boners-? crack treated seriously.
walks in and stares for a good twenty seconds at the black, lace, push-up bra, that make your tits look amazing, before realizing that he's staring. he suddenly feels hot, hair becoming disheveled and eyes darting anywhere but you. immediately starts sputtering apologies left n right before stumbling his way out of your room, slamming door loudly behind him. oh, and now he has a boner.
his hand is on the doorknob, mid-sentence before he catches sight of the red, lacy, bra on your chest. the words suddenly get caught in his throat. you watch as his face gets increasingly redder the more he stares at you, too shocked to even think about closing the door. when you finally put a shirt on he snaps out of his state and starts spouting nonsense at you, berating you for not locking your door with a bright red face.
walks in, notices you're changing, apologizes and walks out. a normal reaction for once. except he's on the way back to his dorm when he realizes- oh shit- you were wearing a bra. and begins to get flustered. he doesn't know what to do about the situation now, does he confront you? apologize again? the next time you see one another best believe he's going to be on edge.
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Okay, but like Malleus with reader who is just skittish and avoiding him low-key. He thinks we hate him until he learns why we are that way around him. It's because the tales of fae we have here are scary, I would hesitate to give him my name even if he is a cutie
so sorry this took so long to get out- but yes!
this especially goes w/ my monster hunter or supernatural! reader.
having the idea that any non-human creature is inherently evil is instilled into you from a young age. your whole life was built around it; learning how to hunt monsters and researching every other way to keep the rest of humanity safe from them.
so ending up in twisted wonderland, surrounded by magical creatures you've been taught to fear, even though the magic here is inherently different compared to back home, is lowkey terrifying. especially if malleus is involved.
deciding to take a quick walk and somehow encountering a dragon-fairy hybrid outside your decrepit house isn't awesome when you're a monster hunter without any of your tools. He's alarming to you, and he has no clue as to why since it doesn't even seem like you know his name.
When he finally figures out why you seem so nervous around him he quickly offers to show you the world of his fae, beings of magic- not the creatures of malevolence that reside in your world.
