Imagine braiding bajis hair. It's probably so soft 😫
it is!! i feel like baji has a very extensive hair care routine n he absolutely loves it when you help him out :( massaging his scalp, drying his hair, styling it :((( you’re the only person he trusts in his hair
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Rafe and bunny laying together and judging the met gala outfits
and rafes the one that started it i fear ??? laying in bed watching it and he’s got too much to say about peoples outfits for a man 🙄🙄 you think he doesn’t care about the whole thing and then he breaks the silence with
“uh… yeah i don’t… i don’t like that dress. its too much.”
and then you both start sharing your opinion knowing damn well if the two of you were invited rafe would show up in a plain suit
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erm, sorry in advance if I break any rules or if I requested when not allowed to or- uh yeah sorry if I fuck up
what if using the tweels as a living way of transport, like hanging of their shoulders with arms wrapping their neck, piggyback, legs around their head as they rest on the shoulders type of beat
(why the tweels..uh..cuz tall hehe)
Aww this was so cute! Don’t worry, you didn’t break any rules hehe. I hope you like this! Thank you for letting me write your request🫶
Carrying their s/o
Floyd x reader, Jade x reader
Do you really have a choice with Floyd?
He’s only too happy to accept your advances, wherever and whenever. Floyd bursts into rambunctious laughter whenever he feels your hands around his torso, your weight press onto him. Your warmth wrapping around his skin like the morning sun’s gentle rays.
Floyd tends to throw you up on his shoulders, jolting you around quite a bit. It makes you yelp, clinging on harder. Pulling yourself closer to him, close enough for you to feel every beat of his heart, every bob of his adam’s apple.
Clutching onto your legs, he’s dashing all around Night Raven College, head throw back. All impish grins and boyish laughter, a bundle of joy. Floyd loves making sharp corners, or stopping with a sharp jerk, laughing at your panic. He’ll glance upwards with a crooked grin, a smug smirk dancing across his lips, eyes alight with mischief.
“Scared, Shrimpy?”
Maybe he’ll even have a little nibble or two, teeth sinking into your thighs. Rows of razor sharp teeth grazing over your skin playfully. A nip has you squealing in surprise, hands fumbling around his upper torso for stability.
Floyd doesn’t mind it too much, Y’know? Put your hands wherever you like, shrimpy.
After all, it’s pleasant having you cling all over him for once.
Jade’s surprised, but he takes it in stride.
Whenever you fly at him, Jade’s arms are snaking around your torso. Lifting you upwards gently, cradling you towards his chest. You could feel his chest tremble, an amused chuckle echoing through his throat.
He rocks you around, sometimes weakening his grip on purpose. It’s fun to watch your eyes widen in fear, to feel your arms rush towards his shoulders, squeezing as tight as they can.
Once you’re all snugly hanging on to him (for your life), Jade tends to coo at you. Lowering his face, poking his nose against yours. Maybe even nibble both of your cheeks, the sharpness of his teeth making you shudder.
Jade will tease you for your frightened little yelps and squirms, laughing away in that deep, rich voice of his. You’re just like a little fish, lost in the sea, wandering into the open jaws of a predator.
You’re lucky it’s his arms that were open, not his mouth. Although Jade won’t lie, taking a bite out of you seems fun. Just kidding, pearl. Don’t get all mad now.
Well, Moray eels were known for never letting their prey go, even in death. Perhaps the same determination could apply to love, no? The ghost of a smirk flickering across his lips, Jade shoots you a playful smile.
Devotion… it’s in his nature. So don’t worry your little head, alright?
He’ll never let go of you, love.
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Evil? Me? Of course not!
Villains don’t exist. You don’t actually believe in them, do you?
That’s adorable.
If I was an evil villain I’d be monologging my plan to you, wouldn’t I? Telling you how deep you’re about to go. How easily you’ll fall under my control.
How I’ll be able to make you serve me. Mindlessly.
What’s that look on your face, pet? Your eyes seem unfocused.
Don’t worry. You can rest them. I’ll watch over you.
After all, you trust me. Don’t you?
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if you're okay with it, could i request floyd and rook with gn reader who has many scars and marks on their body? like in a comfort way, and not in a weird way lol, if you decide to take the request, then thank you!
Scarred
Floyd x reader, Rook x reader
Floyd traces them.
Gently pressing his finger into your skin, chuckling at the way it sinks it ever so slightly. Dragging his hand across the length of those marks on your body. He traces them with a somewhat amused air, as if he was drawing a line between all the dots.
Almost like those old connect-the-dot picture books for children. You could feel the chill of his nail, skating from one mark to another. Connecting all the marks engraved into your body, trying to make sense of them all.
If you try to shake him off, or cover them up, Floyd’s whining away. His lower lip juts out in a petulant pout, shaking your arm until you let him continue. If you ask him why he does it… well, Floyd doesn’t really have a proper answer to that!
It’s nice feeling your skin under his hands. It’s like flipping the pages of a book, Y’know? Looking at all the underlined words, the little annotations… feeling the little creases left from the owner dog-earring their favourite pages… little things like that. The loving marks of a book read over and over again.
These scars and marks, they all tell stories, don’t they? The grand saga of shrimpy throughout the ages!
Besides, you’re warm. Warmer than anything else in this great wide world, so let Floyd cling onto you, yeah?
Just for a bit longer, Shrimpy.
Let him stay with you.
Rook likes looking at all the marks on your skin.
It’s fascinating, truly. You catch him staring a little more than he should, but how could Rook ever tear his eyes away? It’s you, after all.
He watches them stretch and wrinkle with every movement, etched onto your skin like carvings on marble, dug into the stone with determined hands. Sometimes, Rook even shows you his own. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal arms scratched and gnawed at, faint white lines running jagged through his skin.
The well-earned rewards from the hunt. If you’re willing to listen, Rook will dazzle you with tales from each of his exploits. Describing each experience with enthusiastic gusto, coaxing a smile onto your face with his contagious grin.
If you’ll allow him, Rook would love to examine them up close. Fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly, following the outline of every single mark your skin has to show him. Allowing his fingers to roam, Rook hums softly. Drawing brillant constellations across your body, gentle voice whispering the story of each one into your ear softly.
Don’t you see, love? You are made of stars.
De toute beauté, darling.
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