#menmenmenmen

Realised I’m a self proclaimed x reader poster but I haven’t posted even one 🫩💔 anyways take this sticky slimy post I wrote while I was drunk on Yandere Phainon drabbles. Swr they were so cute and crippling, I’m not even a hsr player but that shit almost converted me 🤤🤤 PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING GUYS. LOVE SOFT MEN HEHEHEBESHSB

warnings !!!!

Slight manipulating if u squint.

Late night activity

Affection that was not warranted ??

Suggestive ??????

Fluff but he’s a Yandere so is it ever really fluff

It’s cute tho I swear. (It’s an amalgamation of everything I’ve read and how in love I am) 🤤🤤

NOT PROOF READ.

Note: this is an x reader version of my oc Lucif Valmouris (I’ve mentioned him previously) wattpad WILL be linked when I choose to post my work one day.

he is Singaporean and Greek.

Recommended song: redveil - soulfood. (I’m also js putting you on to better music 🤑)

Listen to it. I’ll wait.

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Thud.

There he was again, fingers to your door, mind far from where it should’ve been. 

You could almost picture it, his guitar sat discarded by his sound equipment, wires hooked into its sockets left tangled under its own weight. 

God. 

How were you gonna get rid of him now.

Thud—thud.

It didn’t sound as reluctant as his prior attempts, a muffled shuffle from behind the door forcing yourself off your awfully warm mattress. 

“Baby.” —you wouldn’t have heard it if not for how still you sat in your room, not too far from where the entrance was. The tone was gravelly, rasped by the strain he’d constantly apply when trying to get a note right, or force emotions into it the way he knew he could.

You almost held your breathe.

“Baby—mmh.. I swear f’you’re asleep already..” he slurred his sentence, you could picture him biting his lips, and expression a little flushed as he kept his fingers pressed into the markings of your door. 

And you couldn’t help biting your lips aswell, trying your best to conceal the gentle grin that decorated your features, a chesty breeze leaving your lips—shoot.

You felt him perk up from where he stood, shifting a little closer to the door (like he wasn’t already pressed up on it). “Ah—! Baby.. I hear you…” his tone permeated through the oak walls, much louder than his last few attempts. “Please… —I ‘swear I jus’ missed you,” you didn’t fail to hear the little dips in his voice as he spoke, a frown tainted his expression.

You pressed your fingers into the mattress, this time lifting yourself out of your covers and allowing your feet to touch the fuzzy streamed of material below. 

He had heard.

“Mmhh—bunny..” he basically whined, husked tone all fragile when he addressed you. “r’you punishin’ me..” again his words came lazy, his expression one you could imagine clearly, jaw pressed tight against itself, fingers clenched to his side or held against the door, and gaze intense on the obstacle before him.

God..

A less than subtle yawn pushed past your teeth, prompting small streams of liquid from your lids that you hastily wiped. “Please..” a soft thump sounded from the door again, your eyes scanned for your slippers. 

“Ple—please please please please please.” You almost winced at how clipped his words where becoming, the way you almost hear the door groan at the sudden weight that was his broad figure pressed against its frame. 

Shit—where’d you leave that thing. 

You couldn’t help how sloppy you moved, it was 3:28 in the morning, the sun a distant thought and the moon a notion not far from reality. “God—bunny.”  Of course he was still up. You’d heard that guitar for hours, likely another tune he wouldn’t let you hear no matter how much you asked, covered by the excuse that it was only for him to listen to. 

(It’s audio of you breathing and murmuring)

Your pupils landed on one of the slippers. It’s ornaments catching the stray rays of the moon. Just like the day he first bought them for you.

“Fuck.. baby I don’t—“ a thick swallow, and you scrambled to slip that singular shoe on, “I don’t know what I did—“ and you would’ve swiftly began to look for the other if it wasn’t for the harsh breeze drawing you back. 

A white bra was the only matieral that covered your torso, thin white and pink pyjama-shorts filling for whatever you had left.  “But—but,” god, his voice sounded more manic than previously, inaudible murmuring and crinkled whimpers falling through the walls where ypu stood.

“But ll’be good from now on—I s—swear’” 

You couldn’t help shiver moment, eyes tracing the way to the closet.

“Was it that background dancer—“ you shifted to your closet,”Marcus??” He forced his palms against his lids, pupils slowly growing bloodshot beneath the hotel bulbs above. A messy inhale forced a strained cough you couldn’t help wince at. 

“‘Swear I didn’t mean to smash s’head in..” your movement had began to resemble a stuck deer, frantic and a lot more clumsy as you buttoned—or at least tried, to match the buttons to your PJ’s so you could get to him. He swallowed, respire too hoarse for it to be normal.

“I was jus’—“ and a hic sounded from where he was be, whimpers a lot more noticeable from where he was. Your fingers were unsteady, scrambling for the last few buttons.

“—I was jus’ looking for you a—and when I saw he’d been keeping you the whole time I couldn’t help it I—“ Your fingers shot for the handle, hinges groaning at your sudden force—CLINK—keys in—door open with a brisk thump. 

Heart heavy against your chest, ears stinging with an upcoming headache, you tipped your head back to meet his gaze. 

And his expression melted at the sight of you. 

Your face.

And a smile so intoxicated you grimaced met your pupils. 

His off-blond strands were tousled on his head, light sage pupils diving into your skittering figure, limbs all weak and unstable like jello. 

His outfit was a tight lazy t-shirt strained against his broad arms, seams stretched to its last thread like it wasn’t an option to size up. It ended a little before his loose sweatpants hung from his waist, barely covering the v-line that led a little too deep into his figure. 

“Lucif—“

“Fuck—bunny you couldn’t even do ya’ buttons’ right,” his canines peaked from behind his plump lips, voice so thick with reverence your tummy clenched. “Swear’ you’re s’cute..” it was borderline inaudible beneath the docile tone he used, fingers lifting towards you. 

She couldn’t help falter, fingers meeting his in defiance. At her contact he paused, subtle confusion decorating his more pretty features. “Baby—?” And she mustered the best disappointed scowl her features could allow, lips tearing to address him.

 “Lucif—“

“—baby” 

—he corrected.

You sighed.

“Lucif. What the fuck was that.” Your tone was thick with austerity, a complete contrast from the slightly giddy (but a little hurt) male before you.

He flinched a little at your sudden words, jaw clenching a little tighter as he fell into thought.

then his legs shifted closer, a step into your house.

You instinctively back up, promptly forcing a frown from the tall male in front of you. 

His fingers trickled against your wrist, meeting and moulding your palms open ploddingly so as to not startle you. “Lucif I swear—“ but he didn’t even look like he was listening, carrying your hand towards his face with an expression you couldn’t read. 

Pop.

His lips met your ring finger, the print to be exact. And you couldn’t help jolt a little. 

And you would’ve been quick to remove your hand if it wasn’t for how determined his grip was, other places against the frame of the door. 

“Bunny,” another press against your finger, this time your middle. And he couldn’t stop the throaty exhales that pushed past his lips as he went for the next, meeting your index with another sloppy kiss. 

And you twitched, his expression growing a lot less restrained the longer he had you so pliable. “Mm—Lucif—,” you struggled, but his lips found you, again—and again, like the many before were not enough. It leaked onto your knuckles, each growing wet with his tongue and so so raw from the subtle graze of his teeth. 

“Shit,” you groaned, only to yourself, but it came out a lot more lewd than intended. 

“Ugh—I missed you,” his tongue followed your skin to the base of your palms, pushing wet kisses over and over again, sucking and squeezing at the skin until he reached the heel of your palm. 

“I ‘lready said I’d be good.” His canines were on full display now, features drawing close to her own.

“s’please let me in bunny.”

You told him to stop calling you that. 

promise you if a man like this ever entered my life I’d just cut all contact with men and focus on him 😼✌️ also forgot to mention he has long ass blond eyelashes that are DAMP after the little tears he shed 🤤