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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 8 months

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WARMMORNINGSJAMSWARMMORNINGSJAMS

(Warm mornings with jams please)

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Warm Mornings; Jamil Viper

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I was possessed by this vision and I hope that you go into cardiac arrest because of it. Translation for a term of endearment will be at the bottom!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Jamil slowly blinked his eyes, waking up from a dream; a dream that he was visiting one of the Al-Asim’s many vacation homes, the one by the coast. A dream that you were by his side, smiling at him as you excitedly went through all of the rooms. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew that when he saw the driftwood ceiling, and saw your sleeping form next to him.

The Sun was just peeking out from the horizon, golden rays turning the ocean a warm amber, coming through the open shutters and illuminating dust clouds that drifted in the light breeze.

If Jamil were back in his dorm, or at the Al-Asim estate, he would have already started his day. He would have been making breakfast for Kalim and their lunches as well. He would have been rushing and worrying. But he didn’t have to do that here, he didn’t need to do anything. He could relax.

Sighing, he turns over to face you, and breathes out a silent laugh. Apparently, yesterday had been pretty tiring, since you had dried up drool on your face, and some light snores escaped your mouth every so often. It was a side that he hadn’t really had the opportunity to witness or enjoy. And to Jamil, there was nothing more precious or stunning in his eyes, drool and all.

You shuffled in your sleep and Jamil froze, fearing that you had caught him in the act of admiring you. He didn’t want you to wake up and find him staring at you. He didn’t want you to think that he was being weird, or breaking some unsaid boundary. But you stayed asleep, and a particularly loud snore escaped from you, which nearly made Jamil snort, almost.

Jamil took one last look at you before deciding it was best to get up and slowly start his day. He sat on the edge of the bed for a bit, taking a mental screenshot of your sleeping face. And before he knew what he was doing, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He didn’t overthink it, and a flare of panic did spring up, but he smothered it just as quickly as it had arisen. What did he have to worry about? There was nothing to worry about. He could be himself here, without worrying about others prying in or interrupting him. But enough dilly-dallying around. He may not be on the clock, but since he was awake, Jamil wanted to start his day.

So, as Jamil got ready for whatever this day may bring, he occasionally checked in on you. He also knew around what time you naturally woke up at, so while he waited for you to awaken from your slumber, he started preparing breakfast for the both of you. Well, your favourite breakfast.

While he was cooking, he felt your arms latch around his waist, and the weight of your head resting on his back. “Sleep well, habib albi?” Jamil asked, turning down the heat of the stove so your meal wouldn’t burn.

You hummed, “Slept like a rock. Could have slept longer, but it’s warm and I was getting sticky and gross… I probably look like a mess.” You burst out into laughter, imagining the state you must have been in when Jamil woke up who knows how long ago.

“No,” Jamil turned around, still with your arms around his waist, “you never looked better.”

He looked at you with so much softness, love, and vulnerability, that you could have sworn that your heart stopped. Jamil looked ethereal in the gentle, warm, amber rays of sunlight that filtered through the linen curtains. Yet, he was looking at you the same, despite the dried-up drool, frumpled pyjamas, and sleep-crusted eyes.

“Jamil?”

He hummed, prompting you to continue.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

And he smiled at you, a soft, love-filled smile. “Habib albi, you don’t have to,” and he placed a small kiss on your lips. “I know.”

You sighed happily, resting comfortably against his chest. This morning had been warm in more ways than one.

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*habib albi; love of my heart (edit; it's a masc term but at the time I thought it was g/n; femme term is habibit)

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Tags; @krenenbaker @leonistic @xxoomiii @eynnwwyjth @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996

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dotster001 · 4 months

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When You Escape Him; Scarabia

Summary: Yandere Scarabia boys x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: Yandere, dark themes, betrayal, somehow Jamil is a shit in both parts, reader gets slapped in Kalim's part, implied hypnosis

Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

You’d always known this was a possibility. But when so much time had passed, you had hoped for the best.

“Y/N!” You heard him before you saw him. His voice was excited as you heard shouts and running feet come your way. You looked down at your five year old, who seemed to have no idea what was wrong, smiling happily as he chewed on the donut you'd given him for being such a good boy at the doctor.

You could run.

But you wouldn't make it far.

And in the split second you took to think about it, a familiar set of bejeweled arms was wrapped around you.

“Y/N! I've been so worried!” He sobbed against your shoulder. Before you could respond, he had stepped away and begun jumping up and down excitedly.

“My baby!” He cried, smiling widely as he scooped up your son, spinning him around and making the boy giggle happily. “You're both safe! I'm so happy!”

Your son was squished between the two of you as Kalim initiated a group hug. Kalim was sobbing, but smiling and giggling. Your son was giggling. The only one miserable was you.

Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. You made eye contact with a very irritated pair of grey eyes. Jamil's face said it all. Even if Kalim was happy, you were absolutely fucked.

Jamil loudly cleared his throat, and Kalim took a step back, gently taking your hands in his own.

“Jamil told me everything. He said that after my father was killed, you were scared that they would hurt our baby. But it's okay! We've fixed all the security problems! He'll be safe now!”

The only thing stronger than Kalim's delusions, were Jamil's deceptions.

Kalim pressed a kiss to the back of each of your hands, before pressing a quick chaste kiss to your lips, one you were too petrified to even pretend to reciprocate.

“I need to do some fatherly bonding with my son, and tell him all about being the Asim heir. But you're going to go home with Jamil. He's going to fill you in on all the safety upgrades we made.”

He stared at you, his eyes full of adoration, before he giggled again, and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I'll see you when you get home. I love you!”

He once again scooped up your son, exiting the crowded area to a private limo. You slowly turned to Jamil, who was still glaring.

“I hate you,” you said.

“And I despise you. Let's go,” he said dryly, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the limo he and his men came in.

The first few minutes of the ride were silent. He eventually broke the silence.

“You disgust me.”

“I'm not the one who kidnapped another human being.”

“You were barely kidnapped,” he snapped. “You have the world in the palm of your hand. All you have to do is be an obedient little toy, and he'd give you the stars in the sky, if you asked for it.”

“What good is having the stars if I don't have the freedom to enjoy them?”

He slapped you across the face. “I never want to hear you tell me what freedom is.”

“I hate you.”

“It's mutual. But I don't have to worry about it for much longer,” he sighed. “I've been told to make you “feel safe” by whatever means necessary.”

The full meaning hit you a second too late, as he snatched your chin, and looked deeply into your eyes, his smile smug.

“The one you see before you-”

In your time of need, you'd made a deal. You knew a viper from the desert would drown in the vast ocean. So you gave up your old life in exchange for waiting tables in the undersea Monstro Lounge for the rest of your life. It wasn't anything glamorous, but Azul had promised, in exchange for your free labor, you'd have a nice home, your meals would be taken care of, and he'd get your son into school. Over the last ten years, you'd become so well liked, and well versed with Monstro Lounge policy, that you and Azul had been discussing bumping you up to management. You'd even begun getting closer to Jade.

Life was good. Except for the stray nightmare, which Jade was now there to help save you from, you could almost forget your past. You could forget him.

Jade was usually the one in charge of stock, and the lounge always picked the best of the best. So Jade would take trips to the surface for ingredients. He always invited you to come with him, but understood whenever you told him you weren't ready yet. He fully believed one day you'd be ready, and that you, him, and your son would have a picnic in a forest. It sounded nice.

After school, your son would come to the lounge, and do homework at the bar, where you, Azul, or the twins, would help. Since Jade was on the surface today, Floyd was the current helper. Though you definitely heard some scheming between the two of them; something about becoming Uncle Floyd.

Life was so good right now.

“Y/N, can you please see me in the VIP room when you get a moment?” Azul asked. You nodded, finishing off the order you were taking, then dropping it at the bar for Floyd to pass to the kitchen.

“How's homework going?” You asked, pressing a kiss to your boy’s cheek.

“Good. Uncle Floyd- oops,” your son looked at Floyd in regret, but Floyd was just smiling widely.

“Baby shrimpy and I are doing just fine. Homework will be done by the end of the shift.”

“Floyd, I accidentally-”

“Don't worry baby shrimp. They're gonna make me your uncle. You don't have to pretend,” Floyd said with a happy giggle, mussing your son's hair happily.

“Don't keep Azul waiting too long, Shrimpy. I think it's gonna be good news! I got little shrimp. Everything's good out here!”

You smiled gratefully at Floyd, then made your way to the VIP room.

What you found there froze you to your core. There was Azul sitting in his normal chair, his face set in a grim line. The problem lay with Jamil standing right next to him.

“Where's the kid, Ashengrotto?” He asked dryly.

“I only asked for Y/N.”

“Well, the deal was for both. Get the kid in here.”

“Deal with this first. You don't want him to hate you more than he's going to already,” Azul snapped.

You finally returned to yourself enough to ask in a broken voice, “Azul, why? We have a contract!”

He looked down at his desk, despair filling his features.

“He offered a deal I can't refuse,” he pressed the button on the desk that summoned the twins. “As of this moment, your contract is void.”

You turned to rush out of the room, hearing Jamil a half second behind you, only to bump into Floyd and your son.

“Shrimpy, what-” he began, before seeing Jamil over your shoulder. “What's sea snake doing here?” His voice held barely concealed rage.

“I'm here for my family,” Jamil said, snatching your wrist, and then your son's. Floyd held tightly onto your son.

“Nah, Y/N’s protected here-”

“Floyd,” Azul said. “Let go.”

Floyd's face went dark. “Huh. Funny how this happens when Jade’s on the surface.”

“What does Jade have to do with anything?” Jamil spat, demanding an answer from you with his eyes alone.

Floyd stared for a moment, before coldly saying, “Don't worry about it.” He leaned in to your son, whispering something into his ear, before leaving the room with a slam of the door.

Azul sighed, and moved from his desk. “I expect you to be gone by the time I get back,” he said tiredly, leaving the room with another slam of the door.

The moment you were alone with Jamil and your son, you broke down.

“Please don't use snake whisper on me again.”

“What's going on! Why does he look like me-”

“Cause I'm your dad, and we're going home. Y/N’s just bitter because they lost,” Jamil said coldly.

“Close your eyes,” you commanded your son, who quickly obeyed, even though he was confused.

“Y/N,” Jamil ran his hands through his hair, as though this was just some minor irritation, not the end of life as you knew it. “I can't just not discipline you for this.”

“Don't snake whisper him.”

“If he behaves, I won't have to. You on the other hand-”

“I'll do anything. That's the reason I ran.”

He paused, and you opened your eyes, hopefully. He seemed to be thinking it over.

“You need to prove you can be obedient.”

“I can.”

“One slip up, and you're going back under.”

“I understand.”

“In the meantime, you have to stay chained up in my room.”

“Okay.”

“And one more thing,” he smiled wickedly. “Kneel.”

“Huh?”

“Beg me for forgiveness. Beg me to not charm you or my son. Prove that you can follow instructions without my help.”

“You disgust me,” you whisper.

“That sounds a lot like defiance,” he sneered.

You took a shuddering breath, and knelt, bowing your head reverently.

“Please, Jamil.”

He slowly made his way to you, stroking your head.

“Good pet.”

You saw a flash of gold, and, suddenly, a portal stood before the three of you.

“Let's go home,” he said with a triumphant smile.

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #yandere kalim al asim #yandere kalim x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #yandere jamil viper #yandere jamil x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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If the year is uncomfortable, I would like to make a request for your 1000 followers event, with Jamil viper prompt 19 (NSFW (if you don't want to do it, it can just be suggestive)) and the song Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy” )

jamil viper x gn!reader [tags] - nsfw [wc} - 723 prompt 19: “Can I kiss you again? I promise I won't get carried away.” song: Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy”) note - mmm still a jamil hater, but i suppose i see the appeal (i jest); i slep now cause it's 3am. francesca (1k event)

“I try to find a reason to pull us apart / It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect / And I know that you’re worth it / I can’t walk away, oh”

“Ah~ Jamil!” You gasped, voice high-pitched as you let out breathless moans. Jamil was no better as he panted, hips still flushed to yours as he felt your walls pulsing, no doubt from you cumming.

He wasn't intending to escalate your make out session this far, especially since there was currently another one of Kalim’s parties happening. How you two managed to escape to his room without getting caught was a miracle.

“Fuck…we…”Jamil exhaled sharply as you moved your hips, his dick twitching at the overstimulation. “Fuck, we should go back. Kalim’s gonna be looking for me any second.”

“Noooo!” you whined, caressing one of the arms caging you to the bed, kissing his arm as you did.

“Come on, or else we’ll get caught—”

“Is that the reason we’re going with?” A teasing lilt to your voice, you wrapped your arms around Jamil’s neck and soothingly rubbed a thumb against his pulse. “You didn’t seem to mind almost being caught the other day~”

“That was different…”

“Oh?” You let out a laugh, “How? You could’ve found a reason, I’m sure.”

“Mmm, you’re right, I could’ve. But you looked so perfect on your knees for me, it was so worth it.”

Jamil purred as you brought him down, his hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall, his lips hovering over yours.

“… Can I kiss you again?” you whispered, like you were telling a secret or asking for something forbidden. Maybe you were. “I promise I won’t get carried away this time.”

Your lover snorted.

“Sure you won’t, that’s what you said earlier too.”

Despite his protests, Jamil eagerly met your lips with his own, parting as he entered your mouth with a gentle swipe of his tongue. A blissful sigh left your mouth as he shifted his hips, both of you moaning from the intoxicating heat growing again between your legs. You tilted your head to deepen the once chaste kiss, teeth grazing against tongues, wet sounds growing louder in the room as arms wrapped around each other.

You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his member get hard, still in your heat. Jamil’s hands wandered along your body, sliding down your back to arch you into him and off the bed. Digging your nails into his back to steady yourself, Jamil took control of your hips with his own, hot pleasure spreading over your bodies as he ground into you.

Gasping breaths and melding bodies, Jamil fervently pressed wet kisses into your forehead, cheeks, and down your neck.

“Shit, I don’t care. Let them come in and see us.” Moving to sit up, bringing you up with him to hold you in an embrace as he bounced you even deeper on his dick.

“Ah! Jamil! FUCK! Aaaaaaah~”

“That’s it, that’s perfect, say my name, let everyone know who you belong to.” You cried out as Jamil pulled your head back by your hair, neck now exposed as you felt warm, soft lips pressing kisses into your skin.

“Look at me.”

Eyes that you didn’t realize were closed, opened to meet your lover’s own dark gray ones. They were looking at you with lust, longing, and fondness that made you melt even more into his embrace. A rough snap of his hips forced a keen to leave your lips, tears welling up as you froze and shuddered, mouth forming an 'o' as you clenched to Jamil like he was your lifeline.

“That’s it, keep looking at me pretty, keep cumming for me.” His eyes wandered over your form as he kept your hips moving, despite your cries, looking at you like he was revering a deity.

Jamil was sure that you were one, sent specifically for him to worship. And for you to bless, him, only him. His personal god, his divinity, and he, your personal devotee, worshiper, servant.

How he loathed being a servant. But for you? He'd do anything to keep you tied to him for all eternity, to keep your love for him and to serve only his whims. When you really think about it, who's really the servant when you both live solely for the other?

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#mochi asks #francesca (1k event)#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper smut #!nsfw #marinahavik

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kingconia · 8 months

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i saw your thing about Leona with a reader that gets sick easily and may I request that but with Jamil as earlier in November I was getting sick every 2 weeks

-🐍anon

JAMIL VIPER WITH S/O, WHO GETS SICK TOO EASILY

— Even if Jamil tries to deny that, it is useless: he is a natural caretaker, always was and always will;

— He spent all years of his life taking care of someone. His parents, his sister, and Kalim, too. So it is a skill, he cannot lose so easily;

— Thanks to that, Jamil is pretty observant. To the point, where he notices slight shifts in your health even before you do it yourself;

— And when your immune systems weakens, Jamil is instantly worried. Getting sick in the autumn is a one thing, but falling with a fly all over again as you get well—is another;

— In this time, Jamil will make sure to spend all of his time close to you;

— You can also count on the homemade food and a special medicine from his homeland;

— Despite everything, Jamil is a very patient, I think. Though, his genuine worry sometimes might be too much to bear.

•

”Hey, Jamil?”

When you call for him, he is standing not so far, being busy with brewing a tea for you. Even though your voice sound weak, almost as a whisper—you try to suppress a cough, too—he throws a short glance at you, before focusing on his task again.

”Hm?”

”I... I am really sorry that I am ill again,” you say, offering him an awkward, almost ashamed smile. ”I know it is too much. And I don't want to burden you. Yet, thank you for taking care of me.”

Jamil drawls a sigh. It is an exhausted one.

You wait for him to answer something, but he keeps his mouth shut. For a moment, the room is quiet. You hear nothing but a dangling of the spoon in the cup, and as a weakness overcomes, trying to put you in sleep, you think that he will not continue this conversation.

But then, Jamil loudly puts a cup on the bedside table, and sits down in front of you, getting your attention back.

”Why do you think you are burdening me?” He asks, frowning slightly.

”I... I know you get tired from taking care of everything and everyone,” you explain, scrunching your nose. ”I don't want you to be annoyed by me, like with Kalim, you know...”

Jamil rolls his eyes, before pressing a cup to your lips—a delicate way to shut you up for a while. You take a sip.

”Dummy.” He chuckles.

You offer him a displeased sight.

”I am not—”

”Yes, you are,” he shakes his head. ”Y/n, I will never get tired of you. And taking care of you will never annoy me.”

”But—”

”Yes, I am not particularly enthusiastic about being Kalim's caretaker. But is my job," Jamil explains, carefully choosing his words as he does. ”And you are not. You are my family.”

You can't say for sure if you feel so hot because of the rising temperature—which wouldn't surprising—or because of his words—which also wouldn't be surprising—but in the end, you can only glare at the blanket embarrassedly, while gripping it unsurely.

”I love you. And I am glad that you allow me to take care of you,” Jamil continues. And then, he is leaning closer, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. ”Now, please, shut up and drink the tea. I asked my sister to send herbes here not for you to waste it so foolishly.”

You smile at him tenderly.

”Yes, honey.”

The day you became his soft spot surely was your most lucky one.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #twst jamil

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dollxmania · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄！❞

no tws, mildly suggestive, gn reader. established ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ relationship with vice dormleaders. do not send me requests, thanks. not proof-read!!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no context, only smooch. single paragraph snippets to get my author’s brain working. please feel free to imagine a scenario before/after the snippet.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. ❞

— TREY CLOVER. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ coming from behind, he wrapped his arms around your waist, he peppered kisses along your neck to your jaw, capturing your lips in a kiss as you tilted your head towards him. biting your bottom lip, you whimpered as he pushed his tongue in, one hand still around your waist, the other trailing up your body and into your hair, ruffling it. pulling away with a small pant, he gave you a cheeky grin. “good morning, baking already?” Trey asked, giving you no time to talk as he leaned in for another kiss.

— RUGGIE BUCCHI. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ tackling you to the ground, his fingers ran down your hips and begun tickling you, a wicked grin on his face. “ready to give in?” he chuckled as he watch your face flushed, panting as it became hard to breathe between the tickles and him beginning to sit on you. “i’ll ask again,” he teased, leaning down, “giving in?” nodding frantically so he’d stop the tickles, Ruggie’s grin only widened as his lips met yours, biting down and claiming his victory.

— JADE LEECH. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “and where do you think you’re going?” he questioned, tugging at your wrist and catching you against his chest, a teasing smiling tugging his lips. “to think my own lover would leave me like this before such a busy shift.” he faked a tear, only to swiftly move his hand from grabbing your’s to intertwined, and the other against your lower back as he pressed his lips against your’s, deepening the kiss. panting, you stare at him with half-lidded eyes, only for Jade to smile and walk away. “i suppose i’ll ready for my shift.”

— JAMIL VIPER. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ his fingers ghosted against your skin as they trailed down your arm, reaching towards the pencil and correcting the answer you wrote down. “like this,” his hot breath whispered into your ear as you try to focus on the equation, rather than how you were sat in his lap with his other arm tightly clutching you. “are you paying attention?” he questioned, glimpsing at you before chuckling, catching you off guard in a kiss. accepting his kiss, Jamil deepened it, refusing to part until you were left breathless, a string of saliva connecting you both. “if you want another, then get the next one right.”

— ROOK HUNT. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ kissing your knee, he looked into your eyes, reaching to move the stray hair out of your face. “mon cherie,” he smiled, inching closer to you. “i’ll kiss all your bruises away, and make you feel better.” moving his fingers through your hair to tracing your bottom lip, he gave you a chaste kiss before deepening it, trapping you against the tree before you knew it, “so much better.” he muttered before Rook begun showering you with kisses where your bruises weren’t.

— LILIA VANROUGE. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “i’m cute you say?” he questioned, a mischievous smile forming on his features. with almost no effort, he pushed you against the desk, trapping you as his eyes gazed over at your lips. wrapping your arms around his neck, he flashed another quick smile you’d just called cute before gently nibbling on your bottom lip. opening your mouth, his tongue explored each and every crevice as you were unable to fight back for control. “do you still think i’m just cute?” Lilia questioned as he watched you pant, wiping away the saliva from his mouth, smiling cheekily.

©dollXMANIA ꒱·˚ - the editing took me well over two hours, maybe one but main point managed to power through via maririn’s stream<33. look at the character’s eyes as colors cause no otherwise that makes no sense.

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mobbu-min · 1 year

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Smut request incoming! Jamil is exhausted from parenting Kalim, so what better way to relax than to have some steamy time with his s/o in the bath 🛁? requested by anon!

a/n this is my first ever smut fix, so things might be wonky??? anyways, its pretty short but im proud of it regardless :D jamil needs some serious loving

!tw! NSFW(18+), aged up jamil obvi, gn!reader, sub!jamil, softdom!reader, praise, overstimulation

"so pretty. you're doing so well, my pretty jamil,"

jamil groaned, clutching onto your hips tightly. his whole body ached and burned. his stress building and building until it burst. an euphoric feeling crashing into him.

your hands held him delicately, combing away his pretty strands of dark hair from his slim features. you hummed in delight at his dazed onyx eyes. he was so beautiful, down right stunning. water droplets cascading down his cheeks like tears of pleasure.

orgasm after orgasms racked jamil's body from your hips moving against his. his hard cock pulsing within you. every movement of your hips made him gasp and moan. your hands on his chest grounding him to reality.

leaning over, you placed a chaste kiss to his plump lips. tilting his head up, he opened his mouth to grant you access. letting you gain full dominance over him. tongues moving in harmony.

pulling away, you smiled fondly at his lustful expression. pride blooming across your chest. moving yourself closer, you hummed at jamil's whine and placed your bare chest against his. kissing all over his face, you said softly, "why don't we get another one, huh? i know you can do it, mi amor~"

#jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x gn!reader #jamil x fem! reader #jamil x male reader #jamil viper smut #jamil smut #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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brainlessrot · 2 years

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Can I request a 1 (romantic) with Jamil? I read your last one and I loved it!

thank you!!! here you go <33

number: 01 — "wanna get married?" they ask their s/o to marry them

character: Jamil, gn!reader

You rested your head against your books, looking at Jamil as he did his homework, just as you should be doing. But Crewel always gave too much, and anyways, he never asked you, so why bother?

His skin pricked as he felt your gaze not moving from him. You weren't event doing or saying anything, but his cheeks were already darkening, flustering just with your stare.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, clearing his throat. You lifted your face from the books, still staring at him as you nodded your head.

"Why are... why are you looking at me like that?" He scratched his arm, trying not to hide behind his hood as you chuckled at his face.

"Nothing important, just keep doing your stuff." He grumbled a 'liar' before awkwardly picking his pen back again, the tip scratching against the paper the only sound in the room for a while.

That is, until you opened your mouth again.

"We should get married." You said it in such a matter of factly, that Jamil almdot just nodded. However, when he processed the words that came out of your lips, his pen fell out of his hand, rolling off the table and clattering on the floor.

"Wha-what?!" He blushed even darker, his hands twitching at the hem of his hoodie, ready to hide of he needed to. You just shrugged, a warm smile on your face.

"When we finish school, not like, right now." Your words had such confidence on them, that Jamil knew you weren't just joking, you truly wanted to get married when you finished school.

He couldn't understand that, maybe if you were joking he could pass it as you being you. But why would you want to marry him?

He views himself as just mediocre, mid, if you must. He doesn't have power, money, and the only thing that he could say makes him interesting is his intelligence, and even that he cannot use freely, so why would you choose him?

You grabbed his face, pulling him close while squeezing his cheeks.

"I want to marry you, Jamil, I'm saying the truth, so stop making that face." He squeaked when you gave him a chaste kiss, the stress on his shoulders dissapearing instantly.

"I guess... we can do that. When we finish school."

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underqualified-human · 2 years

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Dorm leaders + Jamil: Prefered Cuddling Position

A/N: Using this as a reference. Thank you all for 500 followers <3

Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts/Reader, Leona Kingscholar/Reader, Azul Ashengrotto/Reader, Jamil Viper/Reader, Kalim Al-Asim/Reader, Vil Schoenheit/Reader, Idia Shroud/Reader, Malleus Draconia/Reader

Warnings: no beta,

Pronouns: They/Them

Riddle Rosehearts:

I'm going to be basic and say he likes to spoon.

Riddle's eyes shot open at the thunder that followed the lightning strike.

His heartbeat quickened and he shifted uncomfortably.

He suddenly felt your presence behind him, arms wrapped around his waist securely.

While you weren't awake to comfort him in the way you usually would have, your presence seemed to calm him. Unconsciously, you pressed your face into the crook of his kneck. He focused on the steady beat of your heart, drowning out the storm coming from outside.

Leona Kingscholar:

I'd say he likes 'the sweetheart's cradle' except it's more him using you as a body pillow.

The sun was beaming through the window. Leona pressed his face further into your stomach, seemingly determined to not let you leave the bed.

While it was still the weekend and you didnt have anything to do that day, you still didnt particularly like the idea of staying in bed all day. As gently as you could, you tried to remove his arms from around your waist, yet he remained stubborn and tightened his grip in response. “C’mon Leona, you have to let go at some point.”

His grip loosened by a small margin, yet he still continued to act as if he was still asleep.

Your hand made its way towards his ears, he stiffened at first but quickly relaxed. You knew it would still be a while until you would be starting the day.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Honeymoon hug all the way baby. Loves being that close to you, it makes him feel secure.

Azul's breathing was shallow. Your legs were entangled, like flies caught in a spider's web. Your faces mere inches apart.

It wasn't the first time you two had been this close, far from it. This, however, did nothing to stop the heat rising to his face. He thanked the seven for both how dark the room was and for the fact that you were fast asleep.

How you hadn't woken up from the relentless beating of his heart, he didn't know. Soon enough though, sleep won him over and he started to drift off.

Jamil Viper:

It tends to get quite a bit … warm on the Scarabia dorm so 'the leg hug' is his go-to. That or 'Zen style'

Both you and Jamil were coated in a thin layer of sweat. While most nights in the Scarabia dorm were confusingly cold, tonight, in particular, had been awfully humid.

He was turned on his back, both of you were far too hot to fall asleep.

You turned on your side and intertwined your ankles.

He shot you an irritated glare, sighed and then turned on his side - facing away from you. Doubling down on your actions, you turned to face him and draped one leg over his waist. Sighing once again, he turned to face you and leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

He spoke softly, tired voice barely above a whisper “Why don't we try and get some sleep now, Love?”

Kalim Al Asim:

This boy loves any cuddle in any position where he can be close to you, though the heat might make that difficult he at least wants to be able to feel you

A few moments ago you had finally managed to fall asleep, the heat and humidity working against you.

It wasn't long before your body suddenly felt even warmer than before. (how that was possible, you didn't know)

You slowly pried open your tired eyes and came face to face with Kalim.

He had his arms wrapped around you and was seemingly also trying to fall asleep. You sighed quietly and tried to gently remove his arms from around your waist. At this, he immediately turned to look at your face, slightly confused. "It's too hot for this, Kalim." You said calmly.

He looked sad for a moment before releasing you, yet almost immediately after his hand was in yours. "Could I at least hold your hand?"

You could live with that.

Vil Schoenheit:

He goes with ‘shingles’ most of the time, it’s mostly so that he keeps his nightly face mask on while cuddling with you at the same time.

You turned your head to the side, staring up at Vil. His nightly beauty was carefully applied to his face. His arm was loosely draped over your shoulders.

Despite the lack of light in the room, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. While most would consider it unflattering, Vil somehow managed to still look as graceful as ever.

After a few moments of silence, your eyes grew heavy. You knew Vil would give you an earful if you didn't get enough sleep.

Idia Shroud:

He usually stays up really late so ‘the cliffhanger’ or ‘loosely tethered’ are what he usually goes with as he doesn't want to disturb your sleep.

Idia's eyes were strained. While the dim lights in his room were better than complete darkness, it was still a difficult adjustment to make after turning off his monitor.

He hesitantly made his way over the bed, trying his best not to trip over stray soda cans.

When he finally arrived and claimed under the covers he saw you sleeping soundly. Possibilities swirled around his mind, he could cuddle up to you (and risk waking you up) or he could leave you alone (and be lonely). After a quick mental back and forth he finally made a decision.

Timidly he moved closer to your sleeping figure. He draped his arm loosely around your waist and placed his head close to your neck, breathing in your comforting scent.

Malleus Draconia:

Also a spooner! He has his reserves at first, but after a while, he happily cuddles you.

Malleus seemed to be afraid of hurting you, his grip on your waist was loose. The exact reason you kept inching closer and closer.

(Well that and the fact that the Diasomnia was absolutely freezing at night)

The soft rain outside lulled you to sleep, and yet you fought against it. You wanted to seek out more of his body heat.

You intertwined your legs with his and rested your head under his chin.

It took a few moments for him to calm down, his heart was beating wildly.

When he did, everything felt at peace. With your body slowly being warmed up, Malleus's slowly beating heart and the light rain taping against the window all meant that you were slowly but surely being lulled to sleep.

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lancermylove · 2 years

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Kiss Under the Mistletoe (GIF HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Dorm Leaders x fem!Reader

Warning: Contains sfw kissing gifs.

A/N: Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

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You and your boyfriend are walking around the party venue when Trey stops the two of you. He smiles and points up to a mistletoe dangling above Riddle.

Riddle isn't one to show PDA, but a rule is a rule, even if it means kissing in public.

He faces you and nervously presses a slightly force-filled kiss on your cheeks.

You and Azul are standing in the corner talking about the party. Out of nowhere, Floyd appears and holds a mistletoe above your head.

Giggling, you lean closer to Azul and press a soft kiss on his lips. In return, the dorm leader plants a kiss on your forehead.

Leona walks out of the party venue into the snow, not wanting to be around people. The feel of the snowflakes against his skin reminds him just how much he hates winter.

As the lion finds a shaded area to stand under, you walk up to him and say, look up.

Not caring about traditions, he ignores it until you cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply.

Leona chuckles against your lips before wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you closer.

Lilia hands Malleus a mistletoe bunch and tells him to hold the branch over your head.

Thinking it's a human tradition, the dragon approaches you with a smile and does exactly what his caretaker told him to.

You get up on your toes and press a playful kiss on his lips before shyly walking away, leaving Malleus in shock.

Does this mean whenever he wants a kiss from you, he should hold the mistletoe above your head?

Not wanting to stay at the party, Idia asks you if you want to leave. As the two of you step outside with Ortho, the younger brother suddenly tells you to stop and points up.

Idia hesitantly faces you and presses a quick, sweet peck on your cheek.

In the background, you can hear Ortho happily clapping.

As you and your boyfriend are slow dancing to your favorite song, he notices a mistletoe above your head.

Vil gently runs his finger up your jaw, brushing his thumb on your cheeks. He leans closer and places a delicate kiss on your lips.

Neither you nor Kalim notices the mistletoe branch above until Jamil points it out.

The two of you smile at each other before sharing a long chaste kiss.

Though the kiss is quick, it's enough to get your feelings across to each other without drawing too much attention.

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