#otome fanfiction

[violettduchess]

A/N: I literally posted today that I don't have a lot of time but I did manage to finish this!

Matthias x Reader, kiss fic

WC: 500

He’s standing on the balcony, his palms resting flat against the mottled gray stone which you know from your time in Achroite must be cold to the touch. Out here, on the easternmost side of the castle, the night winds blow a little wilder as they dance in the dark along the ramparts and climb the imposing towers. They play and shriek and whistle, carrying the frigid echoes of the snow-capped mountains they have previously caressed. Matthias’s placid gaze is turned towards those mountains, but there is something paradoxically soft in the lines of his handsome face, something that counters the starkness of the jagged stone and cliffs. He looks at them and at the star-filled sky and he feels peace.

He is at home.

You break the silence by saying his name and he turns towards the sound. 

Light illuminates the gray clouds of his eyes, turning them silver, and he holds open his arms in silent invitation.

As if you would ever decline.

He pulls you against him, wrapping one arm around your waist. He is warmth in the cool night. He is your beacon in the shadows. You begin to snuggle into his embrace. His other hand catches your chin before you can tuck it away and holds you still as he leans down. Your heart never fails to flutter when he draws so close, a tiny snowstorm of emotion that shoots through your veins in whorls of yearning and love. You press yourself even closer, hungry for him and the heat of his kiss.

Matthias appreciates truth and so you play no games. You do not hide how much you want him. Your kisses are eager, your hands roam across soft fur, thick wool, enticing skin. All the fire in your veins, stoked by the swift beating of your enamored heart, is palpable. 

He can’t help but give in. 

To the outside world he is as solid and immovable as his beloved mountains. A paragon of conviction and strength. But in your arms, he crumbles. He melts. He yields to the unwavering heat of your desire, bends to the will of your lips and tongue. Your hand slides up into the soft, pale mass of his hair, thrilling in the way it slides between your fingers like spun sunlight. You tighten your grip.

He does not growl or groan. The sound that rumbles through his chest is closer to the tremulant purr of a large feline, a satisfied roll of thunder that you can feel in the press of his hips against yours, the possessive grasp of his hand on the indentation of your waist.

The Lawman, the Defender of Justice, is a step away from falling off the cliff of reason. Logic and rational thought dissipate like morning fog in the face of your molten need for one another.

Matthias suddenly lifts you into his arms as if you are light as a snowy owl’s feather.

The sky and its multitude of stars, the dark mountains and their icy summits, are left behind.

His world has narrowed down to one singular, pulsing, fundamental need:

You.

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[xxsycamore]

OVERHEAT

╰┈➤ 💜Jin wants you to make yourself at home. He doesn't know that you already have the perfect plan for that.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader; • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Modern AU; Seduction; Pet Names; Sweat; Dirty Talk; Alcohol; Kissing; Neck Kissing; Riding; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Nipple Play; Breast Play • wordcount: 2,830 • masterlist

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: At your rich friend's summer villa + Make them work up a sweat then call them sexy

"I see that you're making yourself at home."

You lean your head against the terrace's threshold, looking at the man helping himself to the drink cabinet with the manner of accommodation only the lord of the house would possess - which he's not - but your eyes are trained on his deft fingers mixing a sweet alcoholic concoction. As predicted, he's quick to shoot a remark to refute your chaff.

"It's what they would've wanted for us, no? We're keeping an eye on their home. Last time I checked the drink cabinet was a part of it."

And you were oh-so kind as to turn down any other kind of payment, you think to yourself, not sure if you want to let the words slip out and accidentally stroke his ego. Not when you want to play with said kindness for a little longer.

"Don't worry, I'm making one for you as well. I saved you the most coquettish glass I found around here too."

"It's appreciated."

Jin catches your gaze briefly before making himself appear engrossed with working the shaker. You'd chuckle if it wasn't successfully impressing you.

"What about you, sweetheart? Are you not enjoying it outside?"

He makes it easier for you, instantly clocking your lingering around the door clad in your pink bikini and how it might not be linked to you simply wishing to watch him prepare the cocktails.

"Mm, I was actually just about to come ask you to help me with something, if you don't mind."

Jin smirks, adding the finishing touch to both glasses in the form of two perfect slices of lime he previously cut.

"Of course I don't mind. Let's take these outside, I was just about to join you."

You smile back and turn around, feeling the sun's veil rest hotly on skin as soon as you step out of the shade. Jin follows, not flinching even when he sets his big, sturdy feet bare on the scorching tiles. He takes the few steps leading to the corner of the terrace occupied by a pair of wooden beach lounges and leaves the cocktails by the small table in the middle.

"Let me guess. You were putting sunscreen on but there's this spot you just can't reach, so you need your boyfriend's hands to the rescue."

You snort at Jin, sitting down on the soft cushioning of the lounge. "It's not that, but I like your imagination. I'll keep it in mind when I get to the sunscreen. First I need to decide where I want to lay, so…"

"Okay, let me move the lounge for you."

Bingo.

"Ahh, you're a saver! Wait, let me show you where I want it."

Rejuvenated, you jump to your feet, walking to a somewhat distant spot of the spacious terrace, looking pleadingly at Jin.

"There? Alright, give me a second."

"Yes, the garden is visible from there and I think it's even lovelier from above. We should walk around it properly later… I think I spotted a few fig trees too, and those flowers that I was telling you about…I still don't know what they're called…"

Letting only a murmur in reply, Jin rolls up his red shirt's sleeves just a little higher to be sure, and gets behind the lounge to push it to where you are.

"Jinnn, get rid of that shirt already. I thought you wanted to sunbathe with me?"

Your plea falls on deaf ears for the duration of the task, but the Jin Grandet you know won't just ignore an undressing request like that. So he makes a show out of dusting off his hands once he's done moving the lounge and reaches to the uppermost button on his chest. "Yeah? Someone's getting impatient to see me naked?"

You already regret asking, but the roll of your eyes is more of an exaggeration than anything.

"Anyway, thank you. It's perfect."

You keep your eyes on Jin as you lie down, retrieving your sunglasses from the top of your head to put them on and make yourself comfortable. The way the seconds drag on agonizingly slowly is killing you, but you know you have to time it right before you speak again, "Actually, Jin…"

"Yes, sugar?"

"I think the sun is too much for me here…" You adjust your sunglasses that now do a great job at subtly ogling Jin's freshly-stripped-down torso. "I wonder if you could possibly-"

"Don't get up."

Oh, that's perfect. You offer Jin a polite little chuckle as you settle back into the beach lounge and leave it to Jin to drag it across the terrace along with you.

He makes it look so easy, pulling it to the more shady parts of the terrace once again. His sturdy backwards steps are slowed down enough to make you indulge yourself in the moment, the way he towers over your back and throws a shadow across your body.

"What do you say about… right here, under the straw umbrella. It lets through some sun."

"Hmmm." You linger on the thought, without paying much mind on it in the first place. "Turn me around, maybe?"

"As you wish."

Jin changes position, going to the feet of the lounge now. When he enters your vision, you see that the sun did wonders with the mini-workout you put him through, quickly turning the efforts into beads of sweat forming all over his toned torso. He's glorious when he leans down to grab a hold of the lounge, letting you fix your eyes on him from above. He knows you're staring, even with the shades on, but whatever.

He's done with your request all too soon. The beads of sweat start running down his body by the time he straightens himself back up, and his height looks even more impressive when you're so close to the ground. The sun creates a soft halo over his chestnut head when you follow his fingers carding through his hair.

"Jin," You start, not even pausing to wonder when your breath has become as rasped as if you were the one doing all the hard work around here, "I think I'm still a little hot."

"Sure you are. Clenching your thighs shut like that, I imagine it's not helping much.

The sudden realization hits you with a shudder, and your legs part open. Jin invites himself in, sinking one knee down between yours before you can grasp a sense of the situation.

"I…"

"What? Don't tell me you don't like it here either."

You turn your head to the side as Jin leans in closer, leaving your neck open for his kisses. There's nothing delicate about them; he can't be patient any longer, roughened by your little games - and you take all the credit for making him like that. While playing coy of course.

"Mm… I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself here."

Jin's teeth graze your skin and he can't help himself letting them linger right there; imprinting their shape on you as he bites your shoulder playfully. He is quick to travel south, making good use of your exposed skin due to the bikini, until his cleavage kisses spread all the way to the thin strap connecting the two triangular patches of fabric over your chest. You look at Jin bewildered and he has the audacity to hold your gaze as he catches the strap between his teeth and yanks your bikini up.

Your breasts bounce free and a gush of indecency creeps through you. Surely there must have been less animalistic ways for your boob-crazed boyfriend to undress you.

Not that you feel like scolding him. Even if he ends up tearing your bikini apart, at the very most you'd smack his cheek before accepting that you'll have to sunbathe topples for the rest of the day. You're quite the opportunist. If that were the case, you're sure you'd use it to your advantage, putting Jin's self-control to the test while secretly seducing him. He wanted to be with someone who matched his sexual energy, he's not allowed to complain now.

While you think of all the could-have-been's, Jin takes a more simple approach at exploring his desires, by putting his face where he likes it most.

"Think 'm beginning to enjoy m'self here as well."

You can tell, if not merely by knowing him all too well, then by the lustful haze in his eyes. His tongue licks a wet stripe across your left breast until the hard nipple is caught between his plush lips, and he sucks on it. That little spark alone sets the pit of your belly on fire and your legs can barely remain still, so you tentatively wrap one of them around Jin's torso. He humps the crevice of your thigh twice and you mewl into the back of your hand, stuck between wanting him to keep sucking and humping you and wanting him to do more. Gradually the latter prevails as it's barely enough for you.

"Jin…"

"Nngh," a guttural sound rolls off Jin's throat the moment your hand trails down to grasp his length through his white shorts. He lets go of your chest, leaving it glistening with saliva, and sits up between your parted legs, caressing one of them all the way to your knee then palming the ball of it, readily, as if about to rearrange you any moment now for a nice fucking. "Tell me something."

There's question in the tone of your voice even if the sound you produce reminds more of a needy moan. Your fingers toy with the ties of your bottom piece, waiting to see if Jin bashes your hand away in favor of unwrapping you himself. But whatever he's going to ask about seems to be more important, so you try to listen.

"What was that all about? You didn't care about sunbathing, did you?"

The delicious bulge in Jin's shorts is very distracting, especially when he times his question with getting rid of them. You wouldn’t want to miss the moment his cock springs out.

"Haha…" You begin, your lips suddenly feeling dry, and you only pick your speech again when you're satisfied with the display of Jin's length sitting up against his abdomen, hot and hard and all yours. "Sue me. You're just so sexy when you work up a sweat."

"So that's what it was. Couldn't think of any other ways to make me work up a sweat?" Jin receives his answer but keeps looking at you, considering something. He gives his cock a nice pump, bottom to top. By now you've come to absolutely loathe the piece of fabric covering you where you're the hottest, and you take matters into your own hands - but Jin's larger hand intervenes, halting your actions as he instead goes for your hip, nudging you to get up.

You stare at him puzzled but comply, letting him switch your places as you find yourself straddling him on the beach lounge.

"Now," he pulls the ties undone on your left side, "Let's see you work up a sweat. What do you say?", then he mimics his actions on the right side, letting the fabric fall and expose your glistening heat.

You suck on a breather, an almost painful throb manifesting between your legs with Jin's request for you to ride him. Had he said that a few minutes ago you'd throw a tantrum, as in your head there hardly was a sexier outcome of this than you lying down being taken by Jin as sweat runs down his body. But for how nonchalant he appears to be, Jin is quite cunning at times. He turns the tables in the one moment he knows you won't be able to refuse him.

And truly, he doesn't need to ask twice. Now completely bare, it's so easy for you to get into position and make sure the tip of his cock kisses your folds ever so titillatingly as you lean in to plant your lips against Jin's. Your right hand finds its way between your legs, enjoying the discovery of your wetness coating the angry-red tip already. Your fingers slip inside your heat, and the promise of something bigger replacing them in just a second makes your toes curl as you prepare yourself.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Guide it in yourself."

Jin's whisper is so raspy as the air of it caresses the side of your face that you have to remember to keep breathing, and you withdraw your fingers. The emptiness inside you calls with another agonizing throb and it's only emphasized by the feeling of Jin in your hand. As you wrap your fingers around his hardness, your slick envelopes him, and you make sure to spread it all over the tip as well. Jin places his sturdy hands in the folds of your knees as they rest on both sides of his abdomen, gently encouraging you. You want to kiss him one last time before your breath is completely stolen, so you do that - but you don't drag it out too long, for neither of you can hold back much longer.

You guide the tip of his hardness inside yourself, and as it catches onto your entrance your walls instantly squeeze around it with a vice-tight grip. Relaxing is harder when you're on top because gravity wants to do its own thing, and you're desperate - but somehow you manage to take it all in, nice and slowly. Jin is huge. You're sure you're never going to get used to it.

"Fuck." He swears, fingernails biting into the paper-thin skin of the crease of your knees, and it sends shivers down your spine. It makes you move up on Jin, and then all too soon fall back down. The feeling is overwhelming, but you can't help wanting more. So you repeat the motion; once and twice and then the wet sounds of you fucking yourself on Jin's cock reach your ears, so you know you've fallen into that lustful dance.

Jin reaches up and grabs a hold of your bouncing breasts, because of course he does, and it enhances the hot feeling inside you. His cock fills you up so nicely, as you drag yourself up and down his length, that you feel like your body moves on its own chasing after the pleasure.

"Do it faster," Jin instructs, and you change position, letting your legs fall to the tiles as you grasp the headrest of the beach longue for purchase without pausing for a second, "Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good."

The new angle makes it so easy to bounce up and down on Jin, and you take maximum advantage of that, destined to fuck him until the thirst of both of you is clenched. Moans spill from your parted lips, and you chant his name oh-so easily as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Jin's hands leave your breasts only for them to settle on your waist instead. He easily slows you down without using much of his strength, and you whimper at the loss of the delicious build-up he deprived you of. But you're proud to see him just as worked-up as you are.

You use the moment to place some playful kitten licks on his collarbones. The salty taste of his skin all but turns you on more, and you're quite drunk on him. Without noticing, you’ve started grinding down on him again, impatient as you are.

Jin groans and supports your naughty acts, thumbs digging into your hips. He flashes you a wanton look before taking the reins, thrusting his pelvis up.

"Ahhh!!" The moan rips out of your throat, and you don't have room to collect more air before Jin starts earnestly fucking into you from below.

"You're gonna cum all over me? Let me feel you get so tight?"

"Ahhh-Yes, yes- Jin- oh God-"

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the powerful thrusts make you lose control, and before you know it you're soaring; a powerful orgasm whips through you and your walls clamp down on Jin's cock, hard. Your head is still in the clouds when the telltale groan of Jin following you comes to your ears, and you moan as the hot mass inside you is rapidly removed, making your juices leak out with a small gush. The sensation of hot ropes of cum spraying on your naked skin all but heightens the tingling that still courses through your nethers, and Jin's erotic face is a rewarding sight through your own lens of pink haze.

"Aww…" You let the tiredness in your limbs settle in along with the afterwaves of pleasure as you slide your body down against Jin's, the mixture of your fluids trapped in between. "This calls for a bath."

Jin's hand maps the width of your sun-warmed back, caressing you softly.

"It does. We've yet to check out the water pressure of their showerhead."

"J-Jin!"

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[valkyyriia]

Take a Break!

Words: 750 CW: None | SFW Tags: Sleepy Fluff, Shirking Work, Sebas panics a little Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci x GN Reader

Note: This is what happens when I'm trying to stay awake at work. I write fanfiction. Earlier I chose angst; now I'm choosing fluff.

You were sitting at the dining room table in the mansion, eyes drooping, head propped up on your hand.

For some reason you just hadn't slept well the night before. Not due to nightmares or stress; you just kept waking up throughout the night, and it would take you awhile to fall back asleep. By the time the clock hit seven, you had maybe gotten four hours of sleep. If you were lucky.

You had sat down for a break, but the table was looking more and more appealing as a pillow.

"You look like you're about to fall asleep where you're sitting, Cara Mia."

The voice jolted you out of your impromptu nap, eyes snapping open in panic. Your head smacked against the table with a loud thunk.

You winced, rubbing the now tender spot on your head.

"Scusa, tesoro," Leonardo murmured apologetically, running his fingers gently over the sore skin. "I didn't mean to startle you."

He frowned at you, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes.

"Have you been sleeping enough?"

With Herculean effort, you focused your eyes on Leonardo's concerned face.

"Normally I do. I just didn't sleep well last night, and I'm struggling today because of it." You punctuated your sentence with a yawn. "But I'll survive. I think."

Leonardo sighed and stepped closer to you.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed as the greater vampire lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

"If you're that tired, you're going to be a danger to yourself," he murmured, his breath tickling the top of your head. "And we can't have you going and injuring yourself because you're too stubborn to take a break when you need it."

He started to walk out of the dining room. Leonardo's warmth combined with the heady scent of his cigarillos and the safety you felt in his arms took away any protest you had left in you (not that there was much of it to begin with), your head resting in the crook of his neck.

You were feebly aware of him stopping and opening a door, but your conscious thoughts were steadily fading and giving way to the peaceful oblivion of sleep.

You were lowered out of Leonardo's arms onto soft sheets and a pillow that smelled just like the man who carried you here. With a half-asleep sigh, you snuggled your face into the pillow and almost immediately fell asleep.

Leonardo chuckled affectionately before crawling into the bed beside you, pulling your sleeping form against his chest and wrapping his arm securely around your waist.

It's not like Leonardo needed an excuse to take a nap, but being able to snuggle with his adorable mortal partner in the process certainly sweetened the deal.

If it were even possible, you relaxed further, any remaining tension leaving you in favor of sinking into dreams in his embrace.

You would deal with the consequences later.

Bonus:

Sebastian was searching the mansion, a worried expression on his face. He had walked into the salon to gauge progress and found it half cleaned, your cleaning supplies left draped on a table.

It was unlike you.

Sebastian even asked the other residents if they had seen you. None of them had seen hide nor hair of you since breakfast.

He began to grow anxious.

The other residents agreed to help search for you, if nothing else than to make sure you were okay.

"We should ask Leonardo if he's seen them," Isaac suggested. "I know he's been occupied in his room all day working on some new project, but he's still their partner."

Sebas nodded. The mansion residents split up, and the butler headed straight for Da Vinci's room.

He knocked on the door with no answer.

He then tried the doorknob and pushed the door open, thinking Leonardo may have just fallen asleep.

He was met with the heartwarming sight of the two of you, curled up together in Leonardo's bed, so close it was hard to tell where one body ended and the other began.

Sebastian smiled, the anxiety fading from his visage.

There would certainly be hell to pay later; falling asleep on the job was unacceptable. Your forehead would be aching for weeks once he was done with you.

But for now, having assured himself of your safety, he was content to let you sleep. Clearly you needed it.

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[lucyw260]

Water Reveals All - Nobunaga

Another birthday of mine is here, so that means my yearly Nobunaga fanfic must be written. I wasn't having a good day today so I knocked this out in record time but then accidentally deleted most of it and had to rewrite it, it was way better before so I'm mad. I haven't posted since the last yearly fic, I hope you all are well

Words = 664

Warnings = establilshed relationship, bruises, water

Excerpt = “I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it"

After joint hard work trying to unify the country, Y/n and Nobunaga deserved a relaxing break away from castle life and responsibilities. So here they both were having a short hot spring vacation together.

Nobunaga was already lounging in the hot spring, steam obscuring his body so no prying eyes can take advantage of his visage, well he doesn't mind the prying eyes of his lover.

Y/n was hesitating at the edge of the hot spring, she wasn't even in the warm water and yet her cheeks were as red as the sunset behind her.

“We didn't come so I alone could bask in the water” Nobunaga declared as Y/n paced around the edge and he watched her

“Hang on, I'm trying to sike myself up” she said while trying to shake the nerves off. It was silly to be nervous as it's not like her beloved would see anything he hadn't seen before.

“I guess you don't love me enough to keep me company” Nobunaga had the audacity to pout and show his childish side while saying that.

Y/n laughed slightly, feeling glad that her beloved was free from stress and showing weakness.

“Okay okay, I'm getting in” she chuckled and dipped her toes in before sitting down a ways away from Nobunaga.

“Come closer” Nobunaga demanded in his lordly voice.

“As my lord says” Y/n jokes and makes her way over to Nobunaga but not close enough for Nobunaga’s liking.

He sighs before grabbing her waist and guiding her onto his lap, she wraps her legs around his waist in surprise so she doesn't fall backwards.

“That's better” he stated, staring into her eyes with his own carmine ones. He smirks as she puts her arms around his neck as he adjusts his grip.

The movement of them both had caused Y/n’s thin, almost seethrough bathing robes to ride up her thighs. Blushing furiously, she quickly tries to pull the cloth down before Nobunaga can get any steamy ideas.

Nobunaga can't help but try to sneak a peek of her perfect thighs but something else catches his attention instead. He firmly grabs her hand before she can fully cover her thighs.

Startled, she looks up at Nobunaga only to see him staring down at her thighs with trembling eyes.

“When did you get this?” he questioned in a nonchalant voice but those who knew Nobunaga well would be able to pick up the hint of obvious worry that was apparent.

He reaches down and lightly brushed his long fingers across a brown bruise on the top of her thigh, in no more than a phantom touch.

Y/n looks down to see what Nobunaga is talking about and sees a bruise decorating her high but she can't answer his question because she doesn't recall when she got it but then suddenly remembers something.

“Oh, I remember. I was organising the archive when a book fell off the top shelf and the corner of it hit my leg” she revealed before looking up at Nobunaga.

She could see the telltale signs of worry for her wellbeing in the set of his face so she continued talking.

“I didn't even know it had bruised, it was only a slight pain” she adds to try to soothe her black haired lover.

Nobunaga lifts his eyes off her thigh and looks into her eyes before his next action makes her gasp.

He bends slightly and presses a soft kiss to Y/n’s thigh, like a mother kissing away the pain of their child's wound.

“I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it" Nobunaga asserts with admonishment in his eyes.

And just like that, Nobunaga the warlord has come back to the forefront but his strong minded lover will cherish the brief and rare show of concern for her that came from his slow thawing heart.

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[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

The Littlest Lelouch

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, unnamed wife, OC (baby), brief cameos

Rating: pg13 (?)

Genre: Saccharine fluff, dash of angst, humor (sfw)

WC: 1,296

Warnings: Mentions of battle/blood/death (none happen on-screen), mentions of pregnancy and birth (none graphic), afab oc/insert and female pronouns, (are babies a tw?), humor of the aerin variety, not proofread, potential minor Clavis route spoilers?

Request?: Yes (currently open? also yes. pls see pinned first!)

Summary: As it would happen, having to work with the bloody beast means often having to pick up after said beast, or even indulge in the sins of war. Unfortunately for Rhodolite palace’s resident mischief maker, the call of his duty could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: Apologies if it is a bit OOC or would benefit from better pacing, I haven't read Clavis' route in a bit and he's a little tricky to nail at times without me getting cliché. (Sorry this one isn't gender neutral, for the folks familiar with my general fluff.) I worked to the best of my current ability, as the request was a bit vague. Feel free to stop by and request again sometime, nonnie!

          Clavis’ wife was due soon, expecting their first child amidst the frills and flowers that come with Spring. And excited they were to welcome the newest member of the Lelouch gang when Clavis suddenly receives summons for a round table meeting. It isn’t until much later that he returns, brows furrowing as he walks through the doors to the couple’s shared room at the palace.

         “Dearie me,” Clavis starts, running a singular gloved hand through his lilac locks, boring holes into the wall as he figured out how to best break this to his very pregnant wife. No amount of trying to haggle with the court would get him out of this, much as he tried. Hesitantly, Clavis’ wife pipes up, wanting to console her husband who seems he may fray at the seams any moment.

         “What’s wrong, Clavis? Cat got your tongue?” She jokes, waddling over best as she can, causing Clavis to fret and meet her halfway. He is far too overprotective sometimes, she feels, but understands he is that way out of sheer love for her.

         “Council was held today.” Clavis starts, receiving an acknowledging hum from his wife. At his uncharacteristic pause, she nods, gently trying to urge him to continue his train of thought. “I will have to be away for a while,” and in true Clavis fashion, he tries to soften the blow the best way he knows how.

         “Oh, but don’t you both go missing me too much. I know just how to console my lovely, dearest wife-”

         “Clavis.” If he insists on acting fine, then she will shoulder it for them both and allow him to save face.. this time. “I’ll miss you too, darling. Please come home safe.” With eyes that look like he is trying his best to hold back tears, Clavis dons his most convincing smile, gently pulling his wife in as closely as he comfortably can by her waist.

         “I knew you couldn’t resist your handsome husband,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to her lips, fitting every apology known to man in the sincere way Clavis cherishes her so. Pulling away, he rests his head atop hers, cursing his fate and drasted brother for nearly ruining yet another special occasion in his life.

…

         As the fateful day comes, Clavis parts from his beautiful wife, reassuring her he will be fine just as much as she does him. Riding off atop his royal steed, he waves farewell without looking back, steeling himself and all of his best inventions to end this damn thing as early as physically possible. In his plan, he hopes to lure out the enemies and confuse them with his myriad of (smoke) bombs, so that he and Chevalier may be able to finish with time to spare.

         “If I miss my child’s birth, this time I really will kill you,” Clavis threatens. At this, Chevalier simply scoffs and rides away. Cyran shakes his head, a mundane ordeal when it comes to these two.

         As fate would have it, back at the castle, just a few days after the second and third prince had set out to quell skirmishes along the borders, his wife goes into labor. It would seem the third prince’s child was not a very patient one, wishing to meet everyone as quickly as possible. Panic spreads, the early arrival of the baby having the maids rush to get everything together shortly after her water breaks. Though her husband is not present in body, he is present with her in spirit, and in all of the reading they had done together to better prepare themselves for their little one’s arrival.

         After many painful hours, a cry is heard, and thus the third prince of Rhodolite and his wife welcome a tiny baby Lelouch into the world. Hardly visible for how light a color it is, there are the smallest tufts of the signature lilac stands upon her head, and piercing eyes of gold. Having already decided upon possible names beforehand, his wife holds baby Felicia (a tribute to Clavis’ late mother Leticia) in her arms, exhausted but moved to tears over the life they created, together.

         It isn’t until two full days later, that Clavis returns home. The congratulations he receives upon his arrival is both the best and worst of news, for he is grateful they are both alive and well, but terribly distraught to have missed the birth of his first child (and being unable to support his wife as she always does him). He quickly stops by the baths, not wanting to greet them with blood still on his person.

         Gingerly, Clavis makes his way to where he finds both of his Lelouch girls, heart caught in his throat at the sight. Upon his arrival, their daughter is waving her hands around, trying to grab at her mother while she rocks her gently and sings. The gentle smile on her face brings back bittersweet memories, and an ache for a loved one he will never see again. He knows how loved their child will be, even in the most cursed depths of the royal court, and vows to never allow a hair on their heads harm, lest their enemies summon the nightmare that is Lelouchian fury above them. (Assuming they can read the warning letter.)

         “Welcome home, Clavis.” Having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, Clavis’ wife brandishes her grin his way, the glow apparent from what he could only describe as “the light of a thousand- no, a million- no, a hundred million suns!”

          “And say hi to your daddy, Felicia,” she coos, patting the baby’s back gently as she sits up further in bed. “But please don’t learn from his example.” Clavis theatrically slaps a hand over his chest, looking exasperated, as if he hasn’t the faintest clue what she could be referring to.

         “What better example would she have to learn from, aside from my most lovely wife?” Clavis sits at the edge of the bed by her side, leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, lingering at her scent. “Would you rather she learn from one of my brothers?” At her grimace, he laughs, husky and warm and everything deliciously Clavis.

         “I was hoping Sariel could tutor her the way he did me,” she jokes, enjoying the look Clavis shoots her. “I’m kidding, love. Honestly.” He is still grimacing when she stifles her laugh. “Would you like to hold her?”

         Nothing in the world could have prepared Clavis for the reaction of finally getting to hold his beautiful, delicate baby girl in his arms… only to have her immediately begin wailing. Clavis tries everything he can to get her to stop crying, but she is only finally comforted by the feel and smell of mom, who she has become most acquainted with in her two shorts days on this Earth. A true connoisseur knows how to relish in the saltiest of tears, but these in particular left a sting in his heart. But no matter, he won over his wife’s heart, and he’ll win over his daughter’s affections. Clavis understands the appeal of being in his wife’s arms, he must admit, only slightly jealous of all her attention not being on him now.

         And if there’s anything that made Clavis happier than his wedding and the birth of his child, it’s that his little girl would prove to show her affections with signature Lelouch pitfalls. Clavis-patented, Yves-tested, Felicia-approved.

[fangdokja]

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 1,262

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, general non-con + manipulation, suggestive themes, fear play, hints at rough play and sex, forced relationship, BDSM

♡ Yandere! Love Interests who have officially driven you past your limit. Who have ignored every rational warning, every insult, every attempt at reason. Who have pushed you, the most romance-averse, horror-obsessed, emotionally-detached woman alive, into an ultimatum.

♡ Yandere! Love Interests who thought they'd won when you finally turned your attention to them. Who were ready to celebrate, maybe even reward your "acceptance" with something sickly sweet—chains, marriage contracts, a night in their bed. Only to realize that the only thing you've accepted... is that they need to die.

♡ Yandere! Crown Prince who wakes up to find his wine poisoned—a neurotoxin meant to paralyze his lungs while keeping his mind perfectly aware. The slow suffocation, the dawning horror, the perfect revenge you planned so meticulously. And yet—

“Mm, bold of you.” His voice is unshaken, amusement dripping from every syllable as he sits up effortlessly. He lifts the goblet, swirling the poisoned liquid with appreciation. “You really thought I’d fall for this?” He leans close, fingers gripping your jaw. “How adorable.”

Before you can recoil, he crushes his lips to yours. A searing, bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth—

And then he exhales.

Your lungs seize. Your limbs go weak. The world spins as the very poison you crafted seeps into you from his breath alone. He pulls away, watching with satisfaction as you collapse, muscles useless, body unresponsive.

“Poison immunity is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?” he muses, stripping off his gloves. “Now, my dear, let’s make the most of your current state.” He shoves your body onto the bed, languidly unbuckling his belt. “You wanted me helpless. Instead, you’ll be the one at my mercy.” He drags your legs apart, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel everything.” His breath fans over your ear, a cruel chuckle following. “You just won’t be able to move.”

———

♡ Yandere! Archduke who wakes up in the middle of the night to the sensation of something cold pressing against his throat. A wire—thin, near-invisible, designed to slice through arteries with just the right amount of tension. You’re behind him, grip steady, eyes glinting with exhaustion and hatred.

He smirks. “Creative. Most would simply try a dagger.” His voice is too steady. Too calm. And that’s when you notice the way his muscles flex, a second too late to react as he twists in place, wrapping the garrote around his own wrist to yank you forward.

He pins you against the bed, hands pressing you down by your wrists. He’s laughing. Actually laughing. “You must really want my attention. Trying to murder me in my sleep? That’s intimacy, my dear.” His fingers brush your pulse, lingering.

“Tell me, did you enjoy the thought of killing me? Did it make you feel powerful?” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. “I think it’s adorable.”

“How thrilling,” he purrs, tightening the wire around his own neck for show. “Did you enjoy the thought of watching me choke? How precious.”

“Let me return the favor.” His hands encircle your throat, squeezing—just enough to send panic flooding your veins.

“Feel that?” His lips trail over your jaw, his thumbs pressing, teasing the line between breath and suffocation. “Now imagine if I were inside you while doing this.” He grins as you tremble. “Actually, why imagine? Let’s make it reality.”

———

♡ Yandere! Supreme Mage who wakes up buried alive. A perfect plan—you drugged him, dragged his body to the outskirts of the city, buried him six feet under, and reinforced the soil with spells to block his magic. A masterpiece of calculated death.

Which is why, when he knocks on your window that evening, dirt still clinging to his robes, you want to scream.

"You are fascinating," he muses, stepping into your room as if he owns it. "Not even my enemies have gone to such lengths. Did you calculate the oxygen levels? Did you wait for my heartbeat to slow?"

Your hand twitches.

He catches it before you can throw another spell. His grip is loose, barely restraining you.

“Violent little thing,” he murmurs. His voice is low, smooth, like silk drenched in something lethal. “You should know better than anyone—magic is far more effective when cast with intent.”

His other hand raises. Magic surges through the air, thick with power. Your body locks up. Heat pools in your gut, the aftershock of an aphrodisiac spell pressing against your nerves.

Your glare sharpens to something lethal. “Undo it.”

His gaze darkens, and a small, knowing smile plays on his lips.

“Make me.”

Before you can run, your body locks up—his magic binding you in invisible shackles. He steps behind you, fingers tilting your chin up. “Burying me alive was such an intimate thing to do,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “It’s only fair I return the favor.”

The world shifts. Darkness presses in. You realize, too late, he’s woven a new spell—one where you are trapped, suffocating in soil that isn’t there, feeling the weight of it press against your chest.

“You’ll only be freed when I’m satisfied,” he muses, hands slipping beneath your clothes. “And I do hope you struggle. I’d love to see how deep your desperation runs.”

———

♡ Yandere! Demon King who doesn’t flinch when you drive a dagger straight through his chest. You used everything—enchanted silver, a sacred blade, the heart-piercing technique you read in a forbidden grimoire. It should have worked.

He smiles. "Pet. You wound me."

"That was the point."

His fingers wrap around the hilt, yanking it free without hesitation.

The wound heals instantly.

Blood drips from the blade as he turns it toward you.

“You’re trembling.” His voice is mockingly gentle. “Was this your best attempt?”

You don’t move. He watches you, fascinated, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight.

Then, slowly, he reaches for you.

You step back. He doesn’t let you. His fingers curl around your wrist, his touch unyielding.

“You’d make a lovely queen,” he whispers. “Such a shame you refuse to kneel.”

He steps closer, his sheer presence making the air thin, his eyes gleaming with something ancient, something terrifyingly patient.

“Let me show you what demons do to naughty little mortals who try to kill them.”

The blade clatters to the ground as he yanks you into his grasp, tearing fabric, exposing flesh. “You wanted me dead?” His voice is a purr against your throat. “Then scream like you’re dying.”

And then he devours you whole.

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❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World. ♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows. ♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

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Mini-me {Love and Deepspace boys}

I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD

Enjoy!

-Seven

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Rafayel ❖· ────── · ·

Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man

I think that Rafayel would have a son.

Right now, the two of you aren’t planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldn’t say no XD

Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son

He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him

“Here, papa,” Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, “I tried the oil paints this time.”

With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, “What a masterpiece!”

Your son giggles

“I should present this at my next art exhibit!”

Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - that’s how much he loves your son

I imagine that one day as you’re cooking, they’re in the living room and Rafayel has your son’s hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.

It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together

“What should we add next, kiddo?”

“Hmmm.” Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, “What about some birds?”

“Heh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?”

“It wasn’t the birds! It was you, papa!” he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayel’s chest

Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, “What do you mean? I’m innocent.” He chuckles as your son pouts at him

More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(

Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.

When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.

As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him

Rafayel would have his hands under your son’s arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldn’t push him over

Now at six years old, he’s diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,“Momma, look at this shell.” He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, “You can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.”

It’s late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.

You and Rafayel get started on dinner

Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Huh?” You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, “What for?”

He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know, just… For our son, for being my wife, I’m just happy, I guess.”

You chuckle lightly, “I’m happy too.” You turn around and pinch his cheek, “A little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.” you offer a bright smile.

Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist

Your son is pulling at Rafayel’s arms, “No, papa! Momma is mine!” He’s leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayel’s body from yours, “Go away, papa!”

Rafayel scoffs, “Yours?” He raises an eyebrow, “Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!”

Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your son’s laughter fills the kitchen “Hahaha, pa—haha-papa! Stop!” He’s got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.

“Nope!” Rafayel pops the ‘p’ and continues to tickle him, “I gotta show you who’s the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.”

You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, “Alright, enough, or both of you aren’t getting dinner.”

Sylus ❖· ────── · ·

Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!

He’d spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldn’t he do for them?

He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the ‘they’ll never learn if they don’t do it themselves.’ idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."

Although, he would yield after a little while when they’re clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, he’d get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.

It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when they’re lifted into the air and land in their father’s arms.

Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldn’t hesitate to grab it XD

Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.

ANYWAY

Today, you’re out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down

Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your son’s diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.

By the time you come home, it’s quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.

Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylus’ stomach XD

You chuckle a lightly at their positioning

The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think

As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - he’s cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylus’ shoulder.

With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylus’ arms. Slow and steady… The last few times you’ve tried, Sylus’ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.

Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since you’re pregnant again, he’s been so on edge

You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylus’ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.

Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughter’s cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.

With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.

You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.

Just as he finishes, your daughter’s slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her father’s, peeking through.

She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, “Mama!”

She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.

“Hi, mama.” She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap

“Hi, sweetie.” You gently caress her face, “How was your day?”

“Mmm…” She quirks her lips, “Well, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.”

You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.

“But I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.”

Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.

“Aww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.” You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.

Zayne ❖· ────── · ·

I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though

Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues

Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, “They both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."

Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children

He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads

I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayne’s office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.

He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.

Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddy’s clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.

Her big brother wouldn’t hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your family’s little princess

As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children

It doesn’t matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room

“Here, Dad, have a turn.”

“What is it?” Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couch’s armrest.

“Uncle Greyson bought it for us.” Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.

“Uncle Greyson, huh?”

Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, “You have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.”

Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.

“Daddy,” your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayne’s dress shirt. “I want to try.”

Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps

On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home

“It’ll be our little secret.” Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips

your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert

It isn’t long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you

On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)

Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,

Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding

But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol

Xavier ❖· ────── · ·

Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his father’s incredible appetite.

When you’re not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know… they need supervision or something XD

Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories

His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly

Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat

But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom

and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,

“Sweet dreams, my little starlight.”

Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.

“Arghh, the monster’s got me.” he would jokingly say.

Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster

Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, “And the hero has saved the day once again!” He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.

“Just like you and mommy!” Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, “You keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.”

Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “Well, we better start training, huh?” Xavier ruffles your son’s hair.

Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.

One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:

“I befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.”

Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest

when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars

Today, he’s taken you to a cherry blossom park. He’s got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.

Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngest’s head.

Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your baby’s face. (he’s using the other one to stabilise your son’s leg over his shoulder)

Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.

You squeeze his hand lightly, “Let me take the carrier from you, Xavier.”

“No, it’s okay.” He quickly refuses, “I want to carry them both. It won’t be long before they’ll be too big to do so.”

AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(˘▾˘~)

But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY

-Seven

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[ihrtslabyul]

Hi! May I please request Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair, and Mr. Scarletella with a really expressive reader?

They're not afraid to show how they're really feeling, whether it be happiness, anger, or just pure disgust, they're just perfectly in character that it's almost interesting/funny to them.

Thank you! ❤️

OF COURSE!! (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) sorry for the late answer (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

၇͜ᩘ❘🖥️ homicipher boys x expressive!reader ᨶᯃྀི✿

notes ꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱ what do you guys think of my new theme ? (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

characters ꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱ mr crawling,mr silvair,mr scarletella from homicipher

MR CRAWLING ᨶᯃྀི✿

- you have been always interesting to him,you weren't the type to fake your feelings,and how your feeling which he can tell by your facial expressions and body language.

- he also admired you alot for it,calling you cute and a interesting human.

- you weren't scared to tell him how you felt about him,which made him fall for you even more.

- it didn't matter if you were angry and being all loud for no reason,or when you cried until your tears dried out.

- he's always there to be there for you and make sure you have the happy look on your face whenever your with him,if you were happy,he was happy,if you were mad,he was mad.

MR SCARLETELLA ᨶᯃྀི✿

- you were,very alluring to him.

- whenever he spot you walking around,he would notice that there's a new side to you everytime,sometimes the bright with a radiant smile one,the firing and mad one and at times the all sad and gloomy one.

- you were more than interesting to him

- he'd stalk you sometimes, curiosity sparking in his dead and eerie eyes as he monitors every move you made,every word you said- and of course the different types of looks on your face.

- when he finally got "close" to you,he would study your facial expressions even more.

- he wanted to put on a smile on your face at all times.

MR SILVAIR ᨶᯃྀི✿

- you were unlike the others.

- you were very blunt with how you were feeling- even about him with no care in the world

- he wouldn't admit it,but oh how he liked that about you and wanted to get to know you more.

- whenever you got hurt,you weren't afraid to express hurt- your facial expressions saying it all as he heals you.

- he wanted to make you feel safe and healthy at all times,and ofcourse loved and cherished for too.

[cornflowersisblue]

To the Bathroom, Without Me?

Mr. Gap / MC or Reader Lovesickness for a dark-haired boy from another world > on AO3

You let out a tired sigh as you sank into the hot water, feeling the tension of the long day begin to melt away. Your day at work had been utterly exhausting, so when you returned home, you couldn’t even follow your usual routine and simply tossed your things on the bathroom floor as you undressed. Your eyes closed as you took a deep breath, enjoying the long-awaited warmth. It had been a very cold day for November, and you were freezing on your way home. That’s why the water in the bath was hotter than usual.

But suddenly, a strange chill ran through you, as if a cold wind slipped into the room. You opened your eyes and flinched when you saw Mr. Gap right in front of you. He was lying right in front of you now, shamelessly stretched out between your legs. His dark hair fell forward, covering his left eye, while his right eye studied you closely. He rubbed his cheek against your damp leg, his hair slightly wet and sticking to his pale skin.

His dark lips curved into a smirk. Now he appeared fully, leaning his weight against you. His face was strangely handsome, with a slightly upturned nose and a sharp chin. Of course, his large light-gray eyes, framed with thick black lines, stood out sharply against his pale skin. Long fingers with black nails lazily trailed across your stomach, leaving behind a familiar faint chill. Your eyes followed his hand, drawn to its slow movement, as though he was lost in his thoughts too.

“Warm, it’s cold... out there.” He lifted his head and nodded toward the small bathroom window. It was fogged up from the steam, making it hard to see through, but you knew it was still snowing outside. You gave a slight nod, understanding what he meant.

“Give me your finger?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with such a fake and innocent expression that it was almost pitiful. His face always vividly conveyed every emotion, and he knew how to use that to his advantage.

You lifted your hand out of the water and offered it to him. Long fingers wrapped around your wrist, lifting your hand to a face. His lips curled into a thin smile every time he got what he wanted.

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[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸

18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe

AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!

William Rex

Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!  

Harrison Gray

Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!

Liam Evans

You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!

Elbert Greetia

Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.

Alfons Sylvatica

Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.

Roger Barel

Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...

Victor

Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”

Jude Jazza

Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!

Ellis Twilight

He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.

[violettduchess]

A/N: My gift for the incredibly talented @dicenete 💜 as part of the excellent @flash-exchange

Prompt: Make It Quiet

Clavis x Reader

WC: 552

“Ah…..there you are. I was just wondering where the brightest jewel in this sea of noble gemstones had ventured off to. I have been speaking to some of our esteemed guests and I’m sure you would have delighted the Azurite prince–”

“You have to come with me.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my, my lamb seems rather impatient. Don’t you want to have a quick dance? The orchestra is just finished warming up and–”

“C’mon.” You seize his hand, a prisoner held tightly in your satin glove.

“What a delightful turn of events. Are you perhaps hungry -Pardon me, sir- Yves has outdone himself overseeing the food -Excuse me, madame- although it lacks originality if you ask me-…Um…Darling? This is an exit.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

“I see I never knew the true strength of your grip. You are very insistent, my love. My, how dark the hallway is compared to the bright lighting of the ballroom. Are you sure–”

“Just a little further.”

“Your laughter tells me I shouldn’t be so suspicious. What sort of adventure is my sweet one taking me on? I- Wait, why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Wrong. THIS is here.”

“An alcove? Are you sure, sweetheart? There isn’t even a statue or painting or decorative anything! It’s nothing but darkness.”

“So perceptive. Come closer.”

“Have I mentioned how astoundingly strong your grip–”

“Stop. Talking.”

Shrouded by the shadows of the alcove, you cover his mouth with yours, fingers curled into the soft velvet of his lavender lapel.

Clavis does not speak. He can’t. He is powerless in the face of your radiant desire. All he can do is return your fervent kisses. He wasn’t entirely wrong about your appetite. Each kiss is hungrier than the last. His back is soon pressed against the smooth, cool wall, a startling contrast to the hastening heat of your body which he can feel through your layers of silk and brocade.

You graze the elegant line of his neck with your lips as you speak.

“I saw you talking to all those people-”

“Esteemed guests, my sweet,” he gasps, his hands grasping at the folds of your voluminous gown as if he needs something to hold on to, lest he fall.

“And you looked so…..” You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite, just hard enough for him to inhale sharply. “So at ease, in your element. So collected and calm.” Your hands slide down his sides, slip inside his waistcoat. “I suddenly had the burning desire to see you….unsettled.”

Your hands slide down further, over expensive silk and shiny golden buttons and butter-soft leather and metal buckles.

Is he….trembling?

“I believe,” he says breathlessly, “you are getting what you desire, my darling.”

Your smile is hidden in the darkness but he can taste it on your lips.

“Almost.”

“Ah….my love…..” He is losing this battle, falling backwards off the cliff of reason and hurtling towards the sea of no return. “Anyone….could walk by.”

But you both know his protest is hollow as his hands are already under the heavy folds of your skirts, gripping your thighs, pulling you towards him. 

”Don’t worry, my prince,” you murmur against his ear, a music that rivals the greatest of orchestras. “We’ll make it quiet.”

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[sushiyuzu]

purrfect disguise ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

sylus x reader

you and sylus are alone in his mansion, having retreated here after a long day of intense work. you sit on the plush sofa, holding a pair of black cat ears with a mischievous smile. the mansion’s opulent decor contrasts sharply with the playful scene you're about to create.

“hey, sylus,” you say, trying to sound casual. “how about trying these on?”

sylus, who is lounging in a nearby armchair with his usual air of calm, glances at the cat ears with a raised eyebrow. “are you serious?”

you nod, holding them out. “just for fun. it’ll be harmless and I think it’ll make me laugh.”

sylus studies you for a moment, his intense gaze softening. with a sigh, he takes the cat ears from your hands, his movements deliberate and smooth. he places them on his head, and the effect is both startling and amusing—his usual commanding presence now adorned with fluffy, comical ears.

you burst into laughter at the sight. sylus, usually so stoic, now looks unexpectedly cute and out of character.

“are you finished?” sylus asks, trying to maintain his composure but failing to hide a rare, amused smile.

you try to control your laughter, wiping a tear from your eye. “you look... surprisingly adorable.”

sylus’s smile widens, and he leans forward, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “so, am I your cute distraction now?”

your heart flutters at his teasing tone. you look up at him, eyes sparkling with affection. “something like that.”

sylus’s gaze softens even further, and for a moment, his usual seriousness fades. you reach up to adjust the cat ears gently, and he leans into your touch, his rare tenderness showing through.

[valkyyriia]

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Birthday Jam-Bouree

Words: 789

CW: Fluff | SFW

Pairing: Ellis Twilight/Reader (unnamed, female pronouns)

Happy birthday to my best boy! 💜

Not posted on any other sites.

“You can open your eyes now, Ellis.” 

Now given permission, Ellis looked around the room, his eyes widening in surprise seeing everything. All of this…?

“Happy birthday, Ellis!” She said warmly, a sunny smile on her face. 

There was a small table to the side of the room that was piled high with dozens of neatly wrapped boxes. On the table occupying the center of the room was a beautifully decorated cake and a plate covered in all kinds of small finger foods. Ellis’ eyes narrowed in on a jar filled with a red substance of some kind, set enticingly in the middle of it.

“Did.. you really do all of this for me?” He murmured, looking back to his partner with shocked affection.

“Of course I did! It’s your birthday!” She rocked back and forth on her heels excitedly.

Ellis’ lips turned up at the sight. She really was too cute. “You really didn’t have to do all of this. I’d have been happy to spend my birthday making you happy.” 

“Yes, but… it makes me happy to see you happy. You’re always doing what others want for the sake of their happiness and never really considering your own, so.. I wanted to get together all of your favorite things in one room.” She wrapped their fingers together and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “So… let me spoil you. Please.” She smiled at him again, imploringly. 

“Alright,” he acquiesced. “If that’s what you want. I can’t refuse you. But… if this ends up becoming your happiest moment, make sure you tell me.” 

“Of course.” Her already bright smile turned radiant as she dragged him by the hand to the lone chair at the central table. She pressed down on his shoulders lightly to encourage him to sit. Once he was sat, she started introducing the things around the room. 

“I know it looks like a lot, but there really isn’t as much as you think. Everyone contributed.” Ellis hummed in response, his eyes never really leaving her profile as she explained everything. Jude had even left his usual gift of a blank check with her this time. Ellis was only half paying attention to her words, though. He could look at what his partner and friends had gotten him later. Right now the only thing on his mind was how utterly adorable she was as she enthused on his behalf. 

“What’s this about, Ellis?” 

As she started to talk about his cake, Ellis let go of her hand and settled his palms around her waist instead. She tilted her head in confusion and stopped mid-sentence as he pulled her into his lap, her thighs parting on either side of his and her arms hooking around his neck.

“.. I wanted you to be closer.” His fingers rubbed gentle circles into her hip. “You can continue now.” 

“I saw you looking at it so attentively earlier, so I’ll go ahead and tell you,” she began, her breath fanning over his face due to their proximity. “That jar you were staring at is more of that cranberry jam you love so much. We went through it so quickly last time I thought you’d appreciate having more.

“As far as everything else goes, you can have all the food you want. There’s more in the kitchens, so don’t worry about saving anything. It’s all for you today.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her forehead and reached around her to grab the jar of jam. He opened it and stuck a finger in, bringing it to his mouth for a taste. “Delicious.” He smiled with satisfaction. “But.. I think it could be improved.” 

She tilted her head in confusion. “How? I thought it was your favorite?”

Rather than respond, Ellis dipped his fingers in the jar of jam again and gently spread it on her bottom lip. 

“El-” she began, confused, but was cut off by Ellis’ lips capturing her own. He ran his tongue along her lip, tasting the jam alongside her own delectable taste. The tart sweetness of the cranberries exploded in both of their mouths as he kissed her deeply. Ellis pulled away after a moment, licking his lips contentedly. He ran his thumb over her lip again, admiring the color left behind by the jam. His partner was momentarily stunned.

“How does it taste?” He asked with a teasing smile. 

“I think I might have to have another taste, to be sure,” she replied, breathless. 

“I think that can be arranged. But,” Ellis whispered. “I think we’re going to need another jar by the time I’m done with you today. After all, you told me to eat all that I wanted. That includes you, right?” 

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[lucyw260]

Yore Of Shooting Stars - Nobunaga

Every year on my birthday I post a little something to commemorate Nobunaga's death anniversary which so happens to be the same day, I wanted to write a little something to keep up the tradition. I hope you like it.

Words = 364

Warnings = established relationship, kissing

Excerpt = "I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes"

Summer was beginning and the nights were getting shorter and hotter. Y/n and Nobunaga were out on the balcony of Nobunaga's tenshu, watching the stars in the humid breeze. Nobunaga's arms were wrapped around Y/n as she was seated in his lap.

Suddenly a bright light shot across the deep cerulean sky and Y/n quickly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

Nobunaga angled his eyes down towards her as he watched her effulgent and elysian visage in all her glory. He waited until she her interesting action was finished but it ended up being protracted and he became impatient.

He stroked one long finger down the side of her face to draw her eyes to his. "What were you doing just now?" he inquired in confusion as her eyes flittered open to meet his.

"A shooting star just went by so I was making a wish" Y/n spoke as if it was obvious

Nobunaga hummed but before he could answer, another bright light arched across the sky.

"Quick Nobunaga, clasp your hands together and make a wish!" Y/n enthusiastically pointed out in a slight panic.

He did as she said and put his hands together in silence, he wished for the first thing that came to mind. When he opened his eyes, Y/n's curious eyes looked eager to hear his wish.

"That was a pointless activity, the stars cannot answer a person's wishes" Nobunaga boldly declared. Y/n's expression fell a little upon hearing his opinion.

"However, sharing a superstition you believe in was interesting but I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes" he declared as Y/n tilted her head in puzzlement.

"How come?" she asked inquisitively.

Out of nowhere, Nobunaga pulled her by the waist towards him and planted a deep kiss upon her lips of pulchritude before pulling away.

He looked straight into her eyes as he replied...

"Because it is my duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your wishes. I won't let the night sky steal that from me"

Y/n chuckled quietly as she stared in mild shock, adoration and love for Nobunaga overflowing in her heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!  

[phasmophobia-territory]

The Ultimate YANDERE TYPES List | Extensive Graph and List

So I was doing research for my writing and I found a really good Yandere Types chart!

Full sources and links to further reading will be below in the notes!

And before getting into it, remember to read the trigger warnings and content warnings. This is Yandere fiction we’re talking about, so it’s going to get messed up.

Themes + Trigger Warnings + Content Warnings:

Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Unhealthy relationships, Religious themes, themes of sociopathy, themes of mental illness, hallucinations, delusions, hallucinations and delusions due to drugs, mentions of: physical abuse, sexual abuse, brainwashing, murder, suicide, murder-suicide, self-harm, stalking, panic attacks, cannibalism, necrophilia.   

{click to open and zoom in to see the details! I'm so sorry, mobile app users :(}

Broad types. Click them to see more information!

Possessive Type

Shackling Type

"Denpa" Delusional Type

Love and Hate Type

Intoxicated Type

Stalker Type

Sources:

This does not belong to me. I only gave a summary of what I read. ORIGINAL SOURCE LINKED HERE.

It's an English translation of material from an upcoming game called Yandere Town. UNTRANSLATED, ORIGINAL JAPANESE SOURCE LINKED HERE. I do not know when this game is coming out, but darn the details that went into this is crazy! It might help you out if you're writing anything yandere!

(Original translators, I have no problem with taking this down if you don't want me reposting your translation to my blog! ^_^)

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[hellcatinnc]

Guys Of Love & Deepspace Perfect Partner - SFW Edition

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Warning This includes: SFW(Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, romantic, cuddles, snuggling, romance, poetry, kisses, french kissing, breakfast in bed, pet names, cuddles from nightmares, taking care of you when your sick, care, cooking together, food, movie watching

Feature: x Fem! Reader

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Zayne

He challenges your mind and can talk to you about some of the most interesting things at times, however he can also bore you sometimes if he gets too lost in his medical advisories

if you ask nicely he will let you lay in his arms as he reads to you may not always be what you want to hear but its his way of comforting you

if you fall asleep on the couch he will carry you to bed and tuck you in, he doesn't want you getting chilly and catching cold

he will make you soup and make sure to have medicines on hand for you when your sick

he is the guy that when he kisses you he will always caress your cheek first before engulfing your lips into his

kissing is how he expresses his feelings sometimes when words escape him or he has a hard time expressing them. If he french kisses you while already kissing you then he is showing you the passion you bring out in him

he loves to take you to nice restaurants ones you been wanting to try and the money isn't a issue and he always pays even when you try he will take care of it before you even get a chance to try. He knows you don't have the money his job has and he wants to spend it on whatever your heart wants.

he loves taking you on vacations when his work allows its and tries to make as much time as he can to be on those vacations longer than just a day.

Even though he doesn't always show it due to lack there of knowing how to express how he feels sometimes, he is a doctor because he does care about people but he cares about you more than any of them and you should never forget that.

Most times he will use your name and not pet names but if your good and you beg him to show the endearments you might get him to call you honey or dear but in the bedroom you might just get called kitten if you ask nicely

he gives you the silent treatment when he is mad, but he can't stay mad with you long especially if you bug him and try to cuddle and kiss him he will forgive you in no time

he lectures you because he cares when it comes to your health and how you eat, granted you have to tune him out most times when you want that sweet piece of cake or that bowl of ice cream but he means well.

he is the guy that will put his coat around you when your cold

he carries candy with him all the time and in certain moments that may stress you out he will simply pull one out to make you smile again even if only for a little while

he has a sweet tooth but he tries to keep that from anyone knowing because well he is a heart doctor and telling people whats not healthy and to stay away from would just make him look like a hypocrite

he is very subtle when he does little things to impress you or let you know he cares, if you don't know him well enough you will miss these hints

he will carry an umbrella on rainy days and even when you forget yours, he may not say anything to you but when it starts pouring down he will just open his umbrella and put it over both of your heads

when he doesn't think your looking he will smile if nothing but for a moment because even though he spends so much time babbling about what you should do to change trust me he wants you just the way you are flaws and all even though he can't say it....yet!

he will call you after a late night at the hospital especially after a stressful day and although its a short call and you don't know why he is calling but its because after all the stress in his day your the only one that makes his heart a little lighter

he loves making little snow creatures for you to hold on to when he can't always be with you

he loves cats they fascinate him he loves to watch them as they bask in the sunlight or lay under a table. the first animal you two will probably get will be a cat

he likes sending you text messages some that are meaningless but they make him smile even if you can't always see him smile

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Rafayel

He always spoons you every night before sleep

he is very romantic a bit of a hopeless romantic

loves to call you pet names like darling, baby, and honey

breakfast in bed when you worked so hard the day before

will run you bubble bath after a long day

never forgets birthdays, anniversaries, and especially not valentines' day this man lives for these holidays to shower you with gifts

he will stay by your side when your sick taking care of all your needs

he can be clingy but honestly in a good way its part of his charm

he does have abandonment issues but this means when he is loyal to you he will never ever leave you as long as you never leave him

he has lower self esteem than you think he does, he flirts and comes off that he has it all together but when he is vulnerable you can see the scared little boy under it all afraid to live without you and afraid he will mess it up and you leave

he will fall asleep with his head on your lap or lean against you so you can rub his hair

he may seem like a baby girl but down deep he really is just a genuine guy, yes a bit flirty but its all fluff to make you notice him because when you make those advances back you will leave him flustered.

he is very caring and will always be compassionate with your needs

he will always protect you and keep you safe. He is that guy that will pull you into his arms to shelter you from harm, or jump in front of a bullet if he feels its to save your life

he will fall asleep sitting on the couch, in a chair or against the wall because you had to work late and he refuses to go to bed without you.

he is the guy who likes matching shirts, or ones that say he is your is prince and your his princess

he will hold you hand any chance he gets but you can't just drop his hand whenever you want, when he slides his fingers between yours this isn't jsut regular pda he is telling you no matter where you are...you complete him!

he is the guy that will bring you an umbrella then pray you will put it aside and stand in the pouring rain with him. He will be that guy from romantic movie clique where he will pull you close while you are soaked to kiss your lips so tenderly you almost lose your breath.

he is very loyal and if he makes a promise its set in stone if he has to move heaven on earth or dive the lowest depths of the ocean he will make it happen

loves to recite poetry to you to show you his affection

he loves to give you compliments daily like your beautiful, stunning, a model or anything that makes you smile because that was his goal all along. He will do anything for that smile, that smile that you show to only him, its like no other smile that lights up your face and only he notices the difference.

He loves when you tell him about your day if you spend with friends or what not but he does get jealous if they made you smile because really he wants to be the only one that makes you smile. Then he might get pouty and ask if he can join next time.

he will take you to play the claw machine just so he can win every one of the plushies for you

he will take you to the arcade and he will play every game that gives him tickets so he can turn it in and surprise you with something you wanted from the prizes

he can be greedy when it comes to you, he is a introvert anyways so if he could keep you to himself and never share you well he would be in heaven

he likes to be playful in your banter with him he just enjoys this time together this is how he knows your the woman he wants to spend his life growing old with...yes he has been thinking about popping the question way before he should but he is waiting for the time to be the most romantic and when he doesn't think he will scare you away. Know this though he would have already married you if you would have let him.

he will carry your bags with no complaint

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Xavier

He likes to have a romantic night under the stars just you and him and a blanket with your favorite champagne or wine

he will keep the house clean and in order for you if your sick and can't do it because he knows it will be helpful for you

he will cook you a meal and alternate nights of when you cook and do the dishes however he isn't the best cook so be prepared to watch or help one

picnics are cute and sweet and he loves laying in the sunlight with you taking it all in and making memories

he is a good listener since he doesn't talk unless he needs to. He will lay with you for hours as you tell him the good and the bad in your day without every interrupting you or changing the subject.

he tries to be an optimist to keep you level when you feel like the world is caving in on you

when you cry he will be the first there to wipe those tears off your face and make sure you feel validated

he does have a mischievous/cheeky side to him that comes out when you least expect it

he will spend all day playing the claw machine even if he doesn't always understand the mechanics just so he can get the plushie you wanted most

he will turn on the shower and get your towel and stuff together just so you can have a nice hot shower...he might join you though ;)

he will go grocery shopping with you and carry those bags of groceries even though he complains a bit he really means nothing by it more of a banter than anything

he likes when you tug his shirt to let him know you don't want him to leave even if you didn't say it

he likes a good movie on the couch cuddled up next to you, after all the work he does everyday this is perfect way to relax with you in his arms.

he won't tell you but when you feed him things like strawberries by mouth you think he is focusing on the strawberries instead its the feel of your fingers touching his lips which make him want to kiss you, then when you put them in your mouth he can't take it any longer he will pull you in for a kiss by then.

he doesn't mind watching chic flicks with you and you talking about the lead actor being hot but he will sit there and tell you why all the reasons he is a better hunter and that this guy you find so hot to be the most horrible hunter he had ever seen...the green eyed devil bites him from time to time

when you fall asleep on him in a movie he will carry you to bed and tuck you in, he won't linger but thats because he respects you in that way

if you have a night mare he will run to your side comforting you. he will tuck your hair behind your ear, turn on the light by your bedside table and let you tell him about it, then he will tuck you back in bed and hold you the rest of the night to watch over you while you sleep

he likes to pick at you at times, like one night he woke you and you were calling his name, he reminded you that dreams are what you think about all day he will tell you with a joke that he knows now you were pining for him all day this is just some of his banter and fun ways he picks on you

when your hands are cold he will intertwine his fingers in your and rub them getting them nice and warm for you

if you find yourself in the hospital he will sit right there with you until your feeling better and can go home he will be very stern but thats cause he cares so if the doctor says lay down he will make sure you do if they say don't talk he will put his finger over your mouth to hush you. this is the serious side of him you never knew was there but he is worried cause you are in the hospital

he can be very over protective at times

when he has alone time with you he doesn't want to share it so he will mute your phone and his if it gets too annoying he will turn them off this is his time right now

he loves to snuggle into your lap and nuzzle into you this is the time you get to feel the closest to him, this is that bit of him thats vulnerable, that part that will admit that in his lifetime he has never met someone as special and as important to him as you are to him

he loves to sleep but has a hard time sleeping most places cause he always has his guard up but when he is in your arms he sleeps the best, soundly and feels safe with you even if he thinks he is the more skilled fighter

if you have something on your mouth he will lean into wipe it from your lips stealing a kiss while he is already there

he is very confident in himself even though he doesn't do well with others most times he is still comfortable in his own skin especially since your beside him touching that very skin as he loves when your caress his hands and arms when you are cuddled in a blanket on a cold day