#a king and a gentleman 💕

[toonsforkicks22]

Royalcourt comic - Sensation

(Inspired by @blorbosinmyheadcentral’s comic)

[aardelea]

How would they deepen your relationship?

Here’s another headcanon for you all! There’s nothing explicit, but you might catch a hint or two. The interpretation is entirely up to you. Enjoy! 💕

We all know those awkward situations when you're just starting out in a relationship and still can’t quite figure out the other person. Let’s hand the initiative over to the gentlemen this time: how would they create romantic situations to bring you closer?

Jin

It might take Jin a while to stop calling you by his old "nicknames." Don't take it too personally, but don't hesitate to remind him that you'd prefer a new title instead of "servant."

Even after you two start a relationship, Jin will still spend most of his time in his room, so your time together will mostly be within those four walls. Although, every now and then, he will take you out, often in the most luxurious way imaginable.

However, he’ll feel most comfortable alone with you in his room. Expect to get close pretty quickly, as Jin seems to be quite a physical person. He’ll respect your boundaries, but he’ll push them just enough to make you blush like never before. Despite his intimidating demeanor, he is incredibly gentle and sensitive beneath his iron mask.

In public, Jin will hold back on physical affection, except for casually keeping an arm around you to signal to others that you’re his. He may dislike the elite to which he belongs, but he won’t risk his status by showing too much in front of others. Some circles still value restraint.

Tohma

"Why be so formal", right? Tohma will quickly show you a side of himself that you’ve only caught glimpses of before—the side that’s tired of his duties and just wants to live again. This side will only make you fall for him even more.

To make sure you don’t get the wrong impression that he’s merely the king’s obedient servant, he’ll take you out of Darkwick whenever possible. He’ll spend time with you somewhere far from the city, in nature, or just anywhere quiet.

The version of Tohma you see in Frostheim is just one side of him. His mask is firmly in place, and he’s careful not to let it slip—although it already has a few times with you. In a relationship, though, he wants you to see the real him. He knows he can be himself with you, and that means everything to him.

Tohma will likely want to keep your relationship as secret as possible. Darkwick, especially Frostheim, can be cruel, and it only takes one wrong person getting wind of your relationship for something bad to happen. He’s already made a few enemies, and he’ll do anything to protect you from harm or malicious gossip. So, don’t expect public displays of affection or even hints that you’re together. But look forward to those moments when it’s just the two of you, because he’ll make up for every second of having to hide your love in ways you can only imagine.

Luca

Luca will be over the moon when you two start dating, but since he’s the cautious type, you’ll have to show him that you’re not made of glass. He might treat you too delicately at first.

Being the gentleman he is, Luca will never test your limits and will only go as far as you allow. But once you give him the green light to take the lead, he will. Luca isn’t shy, after all. It doesn’t matter where you are, either—he’ll go along with anything as long as it’s socially appropriate.

In public, he’s comfortable showing affection, like holding your hand or small gestures that make it clear you’re his girlfriend. He’ll be even happier if you initiate. To strengthen your bond, though, he’ll prioritize spending time alone with you, much to Kaito’s dismay. Instead of hanging out at the library, you’ll likely start borrowing books and studying together at either of your places. Expect gentle hand touches, soothing massages after long study sessions, and whatever else the two of you might explore together.

Although Luca would love to take you wherever you wish, he’ll never forget his commitment to his brother. He’ll focus on that while also trying to take on as many missions as possible, afraid of losing you too soon. You’ll need to remind him to take breaks, but don’t worry—he won’t be able to say no to you.

Kaito

Kaito will need time to process the fact that you’ve entered a relationship with him. At first, things might feel a bit awkward between you as neither of you really knows how to approach the other.

You’ll likely have to take the first step and assure him that you’re serious about him. Something as simple as holding his hand in public or when you’re studying together will go a long way.

Once Kaito feels more secure and convinced that you’re not just a dream, he’ll begin approaching you on his own. Since he lacks experience, there will be a lot of trial and error. How will you react if he reaches for your hand in public? Do you prefer a kiss as a greeting, or is a hug better? Your reactions will guide him on how far he can go.

To understand your relationship better, Kaito will focus on taking you on small, intimate dates, testing the waters. A casual arm around your shoulder during a movie, his hands around your waist when he gets closer—though all of this will happen in private. It’ll be a while before he does any of this in public, so be patient with him.

Alan

Alan is known for being a man of few words and minimalism. Don’t expect deep conversations even in a relationship. He’ll gradually open up more about his feelings, but it’ll take time.

To get to know you better, he’ll want to involve you in his activities, including joining him on missions—so long as they’re not too dangerous. He’ll also take you out into nature, where he spends most of his free time. After all, there’s no better place to truly understand someone.

He’ll continue giving you head pats, but over time, he’ll feel so comfortable with you that he’ll unconsciously seek your physical presence more often. If you reciprocate, he’ll become more confident and keep it up.

You’ll quickly notice when Alan wants to show affection because he’s naturally a very loving person, though he thinks too little of himself. Every time he tries, he’ll stop and apologize, worrying that he’s gone too far—though in reality, he never does. He’s far gentler than he gives himself credit for. If you want him to continue, you’ll have to encourage him because otherwise, he’ll fear hurting you.

Sho

Sho would remain as laid-back in a relationship as he usually is, quickly making you feel safe around him. No matter what’s bothering you, you can unload it on him without hesitation.

If you’re the type who enjoys public displays of affection, that’s not a problem. Sho will accommodate, at least up to a point where he still feels comfortable. He won’t initiate physical contact himself, preferring to take your lead. The exception is if you’re too shy to make the first move. He’ll pick up on that quickly and save you the trouble while savoring every moment of watching you blush.

Sho will take every opportunity to let you ride with him on his beloved Bonnie. You’re probably the only person he’d ever allow to drive her yourself, which is the ultimate expression of his affection. When you’re alone, he’ll act as he always does, but he’ll seek your company more directly, although slowly and without rushing.

Be prepared for Sho to start giving you cute nicknames very early on, whether people are around or not. He especially enjoys annoying Leo with his affection for you, and that’s one of the few times he’ll amp it up just to get on Leo’s nerves—if you’re okay with it, of course.

Leo

First off, respect for actually getting Leo into a relationship. That couldn’t have been easy. He’s extremely self-centered and, in turn, has unrealistically high standards for his girlfriend—standards you’ve clearly met. The path to that point was likely already uncomfortable enough for him, as he had to admit to himself that he could love someone other than his own reflection. But once he’s gotten over that hurdle, he’ll be able to fully commit to you.

Even though he has the natural personality of a mean little rat, and won’t be able to shake that even in a relationship, he can be very sweet when he wants to be. Expect any kind of affection or attention from him to come with the implication that you practically begged him for it, and he—being the nice guy that he is—decided to give in to his sweet girlfriend’s requests. If you’re hoping to get him to admit that he’s the one who desperately needs you: forget it. It would take force to make him say that.

He’ll be the same offline as he was online with you. He loves being near you and will demand your presence often. You’ll become his favorite pillow, one he enjoys keeping close as he falls asleep. He’ll also love showing you off in public, so expect lots of attention from him when you’re out together.

Talking about emotions won’t be his thing. Once you’re free to gou out again, you can expect him to want to take you clubbing. He won’t hold back when dancing and will want to push your boundaries. The further you’re willing to go, the more fun you’ll have together. Surprisingly, though, he’ll respect your limits once you’ve made them clear to him.

Haru

Haru is already an open person who’s unafraid of physical touch, so at the start of your relationship, he’ll put in a lot of effort to make you feel like you’re truly special to him. Expect a lot of attention from him, in every way, whenever he finds the time.

Affection comes naturally to Haru. Paired with the fact that he has very few inhibitions, a simple hug can quickly turn into something more if you don’t stop him. Of course, unless you want to take things further. In public, he’ll be more than happy to show that you’re his and his alone—not so much to mark his territory, but because touch is second nature to him, and he has to make a serious effort to hold back with you.

The last thing Haru wants is for you to feel uncomfortable. If he ever senses that one of his advances is too much, he’ll immediately apologize and stop. He can’t help it, though. You’re like his oasis in the middle of the desert that is Jabberwock. As much as he loves that desert, it drains him of all energy, and he needs a change of scenery. Preferably with you. Whatever you have in mind, he’ll want to do it with you, as long as it fits into the schedule and budget.

Since there will be plenty of days when you can’t spend time together, he’ll almost certainly suggest spending nights together at least. Talking about your day in bed, or goofing around until sleep takes you both—so long as you get to enjoy those rare moments of intimacy in each other’s arms.

Towa

Towa doesn’t care much for formalities or conventions, so he’ll start exploring you and your body fairly early on.

In the beginning, a lot of your dates will be outdoors. As you look into each other’s eyes under the stars, Towa will ask you all sorts of questions about yourself and your preferences. Not in a straightforward way, though, but through stories. “What’s the most beautiful love story you know, Dandelion? What do you like most about it? Do you see yourself in that story?”

Towa is the kind of person who knows exactly what he wants and expects the same from you. If something doesn’t sit well with you, or on the other hand, if something really pleases you, he wants you to tell him directly so that he knows how best to act around you, ensuring you enjoy his closeness as much as he enjoys yours.

While most of your early dates will be private, he’ll probably come off as possessive in public without even realizing it. He’ll hug you whenever he sees you, and potential rivals will be scared off long before they can even form a thought that involves you. If this behavior makes you uncomfortable, it’s best to communicate that early on and show him that he’s the only one for you—no one will ever come between your love.

Ren

Ren will only be able to deepen your relationship in small steps because he first has to come to terms with how much he enjoys your company and touch. Even if you’ve managed to get him into a committed relationship, there are still plenty of things he needs to learn about himself.

Your movie or raid nights, which you established during your friendship, will, of course, continue joyfully. Over time, he’ll try to get closer to you, testing how far he can go with you and how far his own comfort zone can stretch. If you’re the one to take the initiative, you’ll lift a huge weight off his shoulders, sparing him a few awkward moments.

Once Ren warms up to you, though, there’s no going back. He’ll take every opportunity to snuggle up with you under warm blankets, framing it as though you’re the one who needs his touch the most. And he might not be entirely wrong. By that point, it won’t be about the movies you’re watching anymore.

Ren will likely want to keep your relationship low-key, avoiding any potential conflict. The last thing he wants is to be the target of jealous people who wish they had you—and there are surely a few on campus. It would take an extraordinary amount of stress to push him to make a public claim, but if he does, he’ll act like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Sneaking up from behind, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and kiss your cheek. “Oh, and could you grab some snacks later?”

Romeo

Romeo is a confident man who knows exactly what he wants and what doesn’t suit him at all. Therefore, you can expect him to communicate this right from the beginning of your relationship. Conversely, he will demand the same from you.

The interesting thing about Romeo, however, is that he will likely not stick to his own rules. While he initially insists that you both behave completely professionally at work, sooner or later, he will be overwhelmed by his own longing and seek your closeness himself. Suddenly, he’ll sit down next to you, wrap his arm around your waist, and before you know it, you’ll be in his lap. This is still completely professional, understood?

Since Romeo also knows that a relationship must be built and requires effort, he will reluctantly make the effort to invite you over after work to discuss the successes and failures of the day. More or less subtly, he will try to create physical closeness during these discussions. Depending on how far he’s allowed to go with you, the evening discussions may sometimes take a little longer.

In public, on the other hand, Romeo wants to maintain professionalism. No holding hands or any other form of affection is allowed. But woe betide him if he sees you standing (in his opinion) too close to another man or being looked at too intensely (again, in his opinion). He will quickly mark his territory (you) by casually coming over, wrapping his arm around your waist, and giving you a kiss on the forehead. The (supposed) admirer will soon know his place.

Taiga

By the time you can claim you're in a relationship, you'll probably have already reached the point where Taiga remembers your name. Even if it's just remembering that you're his kitty.

With Taiga, some things will move faster than with the other ghouls since he's the only one who has absolutely no inhibitions. This means that deepening your relationship will primarily happen on an emotional level, as all uncertainties regarding physical affection will already have been cleared up. By then, you'll likely have already gone quite far.

Naturally, you're his little lucky charm that he shows off everywhere and lets sit on his lap, but now it's up to you to get him used to the fact that a relationship requires much more than physical affection (or his equivalent of it). Interestingly, he'll be quite a tough nut to crack because he keeps deeper feelings locked away and will initially brush off your time together as just fun. Not that he doesn't have deeper feelings, but he doesn't seem like the type who would communicate them easily.

Push him into deeper conversations and whisper declarations of love into his ear until he finally realizes that you're much more to him than just a fun adventure you have committed to. That you appreciate all sides of him and stand by his side out of conviction. He might not be the type to want to talk about this stuff, but if things are going to work, he has to learn to understand you too—and accept that he's lovable as well.

Ritsu

Since Ritsu is a highly organized person, he'll probably create some sort of checklist to figure out what works for both of you in a relationship, point by point. Each point will be discussed in detail, with its pros and cons. To your surprise, he has no inhibitions about this, and his list won’t leave anything out. If any point goes too far for you, it's best to communicate that early before he acts on it.

Since he's not really the type to talk about feelings, he'll stick to showing his affection through actions. Bringing you flowers after work, giving you a massage in the evening, or a tender kiss exactly where he knows you like it the most.

Whether or not he'll show his affection publicly will depend very much on the results of your checklist. In principle, he wouldn’t mind doing so outside of work hours, though he generally isn't the type for public displays of affection. However, if he notices that his attention makes you happy in some form or another, he'll gladly make an exception.

He'll mainly try to deepen your relationship by involving you in all his cases, allowing you to become part of his daily life. However, distractions are absolutely unacceptable. Whatever you’d like to do with him has to wait until after work. That said, some breaks can definitely be put to good use.

Haku

Haku is quite a confident guy who has already observed and questioned you enough before you got together, so he already has a pretty good idea of who you are and what you like.

Of course, a serious relationship is something entirely different from a purely platonic, though close, friendship, so he's well aware that he needs to make some effort to keep the spark alive and ensure that you completely fall for him.

Since he’s absolutely the type for public displays of affection, he’ll try to initiate them pretty quickly. If you're not into that, he’ll respect it, but be prepared for him to test all boundaries unless you stop him. He just finds you too adorable, and the shyer you react, the more fun he has with it.

To give you both the best chance to adjust to each other, he’ll want to spend as much time with you as possible—late into the night. Whether at your place or his dorm, he’ll make time to fully enjoy your time together. Whether it's watching a movie, discussing past missions, studying for your courses, or simply relaxing and watching funny videos on the internet. He'll also want to explore you. How far that goes is entirely up to you.

Subaru

Subaru is a rather shy man who, much like Alan, doesn’t have much confidence in himself when it comes to dealing with people, let alone with you. So, it’s safe to assume that any progress in your relationship will take time.

However, Subaru does have a sense of romance, and he will come closer to you step by step if you allow it. What starts as regular tea or meal dates will turn into sweet, long nights where you share stories with each other. Whether they’re fairy tales or legends you’ve heard or made-up stories that reflect parts of your own experiences, Subaru will gradually reveal more about himself and eagerly absorb everything you tell him about yourself.

As a result, getting physically closer will happen almost automatically. First, very slowly, as he unconsciously reduces the distance between you, until you eventually find yourself in his arms, enjoying the peaceful night together. He’ll always make sure that his touch is comfortable for you before continuing. Hopefully, by that point, you’ll have already told him everything that makes you uncomfortable because, if not, he’ll soon figure it out.

Subaru’s love is pure and genuine. You’ll feel that with every touch of his hands on your skin and with every initially shy kiss he gives you. Even if enough time has passed for you to be comfortable with each other, every touch from him will still sweep you off your feet, and you'll lose yourself completely in him. As he gains confidence from realizing the effect he has on you, he’ll never take advantage of it but will savor it fully because it shows him that you’re just as smitten with him as he is with you.

Zenji

Before your relationship even begins, you and Zenji will have already spent a lot of time together, as it would take quite a bit to convince him to enter into a relationship despite his condition. As a result, you’ll have already learned how to make the most of your time together.

You’re Zenji's muse (and maybe he’s yours too?), and your mere presence constantly inspires him to write new lyrics and compose the most beautiful music just for you. The difference now is that it will often be about love and performed under the romantic light of the moon.

Zenji follows you wherever you want to go, and with a little persuasion and practice, you’ll reach a point where you can simulate touches like holding hands so convincingly that both of you could swear you can feel each other's warmth. Over time, it will become one of your favorite activities to "touch" each other—pressing your palms together, brushing your hands over each other's cheeks, pressing your lips together longingly until it almost feels real.

Instead of losing yourselves in the pain of longing, this practice brings you both a sense of fulfillment, so much so that you wouldn’t want to stop it, even though you both dream of truly being able to feel each other one day. If Zenji has taught you anything, it’s that hope can be found everywhere. Being with Zenji makes you feel more alive than ever before, and the same goes for him.

Rui

Let’s assume this scenario features the Rui we’ve encountered so far—the one cursed to be distanced from practically any form of human closeness. He is absolutely cautious, and it was already quite challenging to convince him that a relationship between you could work. Now, it’s really up to you to show him what a relationship without touch and the fear of… well, death… can look like.

The only way to show him your feelings at first is through spoken words. He will gladly lie down next to you at night, albeit at a healthy distance, and listen to your words. He will also go along with any date ideas you have as long as they don’t involve too many people. Even though he absorbs every declaration of love from you like a sponge and reciprocates every tender feeling, it still torments him that he can’t fully express it.

He will only start to take your relationship more seriously in the sense that he sees it as more realistic when it becomes somewhat visible on the outside. Even if it’s through excessive flirting at the bar, where you can’t take your eyes off him, it will make him happier than anything if you also want to outwardly show that you are irrevocably taken. It would be wise not to get too close to any other man during your relationship, even without any intentions and absolutely unintentionally, so that Rui doesn’t get the idea that you’re longing for touches too much.

The last logical step would be a solution for the all-too-human needs that only a partner could fulfill. At this point, he will fortunately come toward you, especially if you’re too shy to make the appropriate hints or even advances. You can indeed explore each other superficially without touching. Show him that this is enough for you, and he will have no more doubts.

Ed

Ed is another man without reservations. He takes what he wants, and with his innate charm, which he has perfected over the centuries, he can quickly wrap you around his finger if you’re not careful. With enough self-confidence—which he will find very attractive—you will soon be able to fall completely for him, just as he likely already has for you.

Since Ed is very limited in his movements, your time together will unfortunately have to be confined to Obscuary, where he will summon you at every opportunity. Even though he will want to create the impression that he has full power over you—which is also related to his actual strength—you will increasingly realize in your ongoing conversations that he is only trying to mask the fact that he is completely under your spell. Whether you want to leave him in his illusion or begin to push your influence over him is entirely up to you.

He will reveal a lot of personal information about himself without even realizing it or being able to explain why he is so open with you. Without directly saying it, you will quickly notice how much you mean to him. Whether you play along with his game in which he holds the reins is up to you. In public (or what can be interpreted as public within the confines of Rui’s bar), he certainly won’t hesitate to mark you as his prey. You will not lack for physical affection. Ed may not get jealous easily, but he does value everyone knowing their place. And yours is, after all, by his side.

Physical affection will come quickly at the beginning of your relationship, and not just a little. Like all other ghouls, he will never do anything that makes you uncomfortable. However, where exactly he gives you his attention in Obscuary is completely irrelevant to him. Even if he prefers to spend time with you in his room, best arm in arm while watching some ominous YouTube videos, he will get your attention anywhere else if he lacks physical affection, as long as you allow it.

Lyca

Lyca knows neither boundaries nor social conventions particularly well, which means it’s up to you how quickly you want to deepen your relationship. A “no” to one thing or another will likely be difficult for him to understand, but he will respect your wishes.

Since he is practically exploring life anew with you, a relationship is no exception. Aside from copying what he observes here and there to test if it works for both of you, he won’t hesitate to express his own needs. Just come to bed with him and cuddle. Why should that be something forbidden?

He will also enjoy smelling you and sending chills down your spine with his breath on your neck. Aside from that, he will sooner or later want to explore every inch of you. He will want to absorb every scent and sensation on his skin.

Lyca is a bundle of energy and literally up for anything. Whatever you want to do to get to know him better and gauge him, he will gladly join in. But be prepared for some situations that might be uncomfortable for you, as he simply doesn’t know boundaries. Although girls may intimidate him, he will warm up to you extremely quickly, and inhibitions will naturally fall.

Yuri

Oh dear, the poor man has already agreed to enter into a relationship with you, and now he’s supposed to invest time to keep the relationship alive? Have a little mercy and take some work off his hands. His mind is so full of brilliant ideas that it’s a bit difficult for him to settle into a completely foreign situation and let go.

Since he spends most of his time in the lab, you will have to do the same. However, he will meet you halfway by sending Jiro home early while samples are being analyzed. You will even be surprised to find his office occasionally adorned with candles.

He will initially be very stiff because he doesn’t really know how to behave toward you now. If you can’t tolerate awkward advances in an otherwise lovingly furnished environment, feel free to meet him halfway and take control. In this case, he will gladly allow it. Show him that you are his and that he is irrevocably yours. Although he may appear arrogant and self-absorbed outwardly—something you might agree with to some extent—that doesn’t mean he can’t be completely smitten with a partner.

Once you’ve warmed up to each other even a little, he will quickly regain his confidence and take you out, dancing closely by candlelight to silent music, and taking romantic walks with you. Once you’re at that point, frequent (doctor's) visits to your dorm won’t take long to follow.

Jiro

In a relationship, Jiro will be just as playful as he is during a simple friendship. So prepare yourself for the fact that he will delight in testing your boundaries until you give him the signal that he has gone too far. You just look too cute when you’re embarrassed.

Since he loves to see you blush, he won’t hold back with physical affection and will do whatever comes to mind that he thinks will elicit the sweetest reaction from you. But it’s not just your reaction that he enjoys; he also simply loves feeling your skin against his, something he would openly communicate if you asked him.

Jiro has no qualms about presenting you as his in public. If that makes you uncomfortable in any way, you’ll need to communicate it to him clearly. He will respect all your decisions.

He won’t explicitly ask you to, but he also won’t stop you from following him everywhere during his daily life. When he’s not working, he’ll try to spend every free moment with you because he enjoys your company more than anything. Due to everything he has experienced and still must go through, he is emotionally scarred. He will want to savor this uniquely warm feeling he experiences during your time together, especially during any exchange of affection.

[therealcocoshady]

POV : You’re Marshall Mathers’s girlfriend and he worships you

Author’s Note : Hi guys ✨. I feel like it’s been a while since I last published something on here. Enjoy this little blurb I wrote. It’s kind of random but I think it’s kind of cute still 💕.

Marshall Mathers doesn’t really enjoy being treated like a king wherever he goes. He knows people give him special treatment out of respect, because he is a huge fucking superstar, but he doesn’t really care for it. He’s just a normal dude at heart, you know ? He likes it when things are kept simple. He’s not a huge fan of the deference, of people practically bowing and curtsying to him because he is Eminem. It’s weird.

But when it comes to you ? People better treat you like the absolute monarch that you are. This man will not accept anything less for the woman he loves. You are his sun. His days start and end with you. You are a deity he worships day and night and people better put some respect on his lady’s name.

He is not giving you the princess treatment. No. This would be good enough for any peasant. If he could, this man would build altars and monuments for you. You are his religion. Your birthday and the anniversary of your first date are holidays he refuse to work on. Doesn’t matter if he’s offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for a ten minutes performance, he simply refuses to be away from you on those days. And if you so much as utter an « I need you », this man will drop absolutely everything. He’s done it in the past and he absolutely has no regrets about flying for five hours on a day off from tour to be able to surprise you at work after you mentioned it was « so hard being away » from him. He is usually mindful about climate change but for you, this man will turn into Taylor « taking my jet for a ten minutes flight » Swift. He literally doesn’t care about the world burning as long as there is a smile on your face. Marshall is not a big spender but for you, he doesn’t care about numbers. His goddess deserves the very best and, thank God for that merch money, he is able to give it to you. He’s not a diva but he demands the very best for you. He couldn’t care less about the water brought to him in his dressing room before a performance. But he makes sure it’s your favorite brand. Same for snacks. If he has to fly someone to another country to get something for you, he absolutely will. In his mind, it’s the least he can do for the woman who blesses him with her presence. He is almost offended when someone fails to greet you properly and he absolutely is when someone straight up disrespects you. If he could, he would fight duels in your honor. Somehow, you managed to turn this stoic individual in the utmost gentleman. When he’s by your side, you will never be caught walking on the wrong side of the pavement, having to hold your own bags. He’d rather die than have that. But you’ll never be caught. Because he protects you like you’re the most precious treasure there is. He’s never caught in your presence, because he doesn’t want to have you plagued by the media and harassed by fans and, yet, he manages to show you off. In private, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s head over heels with you. Your name is on his lips constantly, and the way he talks about you shows just how devoted he is. At first, people close to him got a little worried. Who were you ? What were your intentions ? It seemed like you were out of nowhere. Walked into Marshall’s life one day and, from then on, he was addicted. They had every reason to be suspicious. And then, they met you. And they understood. They got to witness the genuineness of your interactions, how your eyes mirrored Marshall’s devotion, the way he leaned into your touch so naturally and just how you seemed to heal the parts of him that had been left raw. For the first time in forever, they saw him at peace. Not merely content. Happy. They expected to hate you, because what kind of high maintenance brat has the most stoic man they ever knew act like a puppy ? Only, they couldn’t. It wasn’t quite clear how things worked out between you and Marshall and, in hindsight, it was none of their business. But they couldn’t hate you when it was clear as day that « Em » as most call him, had finally found a safe space. So you won them over as well, and they gave you the princess treatment.

[scoutofmymind]

Hiii, I’m not entirely sure if you do au one shots, but if you do please write a princess x knight trope with Luigi. Him looking out for you during his night shift, watching you with the fiancé your father chose for you despite you two being madly in love.

Your writing is gorgeous, btw! In awe <3

I’m Your Man — {Luigi x Reader}

Content: NSFW— MINORS DNI, kissing, p in v, virgin Luigi, fucked up kingdom politics, reader is a princess with an evil king father lol, this is NOT alpha/Omega or whatever, Luigi was raised as a wild animal killing machine, once again inspired by Mitski

Wc: 6,143

Notes: Like a wolf with its leg in a trap, he'd said, that familiar cruel smile twisting his lips. They'll tear through their own flesh to survive. Imagine what they'd do to yours.

Pain shapes them. The cold hardens them.

A common solider dies for his kingdom, a Grimguard kills for it.

AN: Thank you so so much for this request 💕 I once again took this and ran with it. It actually wasn’t my first Luigi x princess reader request sitting around in my inbox, so come one, come all! I have an inkling I might have questions about this one, so lemme know! I enjoyed writing this very much x

Ps: in order to keep this Drabble length and not fic length, I definitely cut out some backstory . But I hope despite that, it’s easy to follow along xo

You're an angel, I'm a dog

Or you're a dog and I'm your man

You believe me like a god..

I'll destroy you like I am

— I’m your Man, Mitski

Ironmere lies suffocated beneath its winter shroud, the castle's hundred hearths cold and dark save for one — your father's study. You've no choice but to seek its warmth, sprawled across a leather chair that's seen generations of royal lectures.

The fire pops and hisses, each crack of burning wood another tick in your mental count, anything to dull the familiar sermon.

"I must remind you," your father says, pipe smoke coiling around him. His shadow stretches across the study walls, cast by flames that paint the room in shades of amber and gold. "That the Grims are bred for loyalty, my dear." He turns to study your face, but you keep your eyes fixed on the dancing flames, refusing to meet his gaze. "Can be no more your equal than a well-trained dog."

The fire swallows his words, and you wonder if it, too, finds them bitter.

Since catching you at your balcony, tracing the Grimguards' movements with hungry eyes, your father has waged his own quiet war; each day brings a new warning, each meal seasoned with thinly veiled threats meant to plant fear where fascination grows.

But seeds of warning find no purchase in frozen earth.

"Speaking of which," he says, abandoning his chair to stand before the frost-kissed window. Beyond the glass, the Ironmere mountains pierce the steel-gray sky, their jagged peaks collecting snow. The ancient evergreens bow beneath their white burden, branches dripping crystal daggers of ice. "We've taken a new pup out of training. Young one, but promising. He'll be stationed near the South Tower."

They're bringing in a new generation again, stealing youth and binding it in black armor and cold metal muzzles.

Your father's cruelty wears a gentleman's mask, polished and pristine as the rings that adorn his fingers. Time has taught you to see beneath it, to recognize the calculated malice hiding behind words like duty and tradition.

The South Tower stands like a frozen sentinel, eternally facing winter's fury. It's where your father plants his fresh seeds of war, watching come morning with clinical interest as frost either hardens them into soldiers or claims them for the grave.

No coincidence leads new Grimguards there.

They either wake to see another dawn, their breath clouding behind their muzzles, or they join the nameless others whose bones might still rest beneath the tower's foundations.

This is how he plays at being divine — selecting who lives and dies with the casual interest of a man trimming roses; Nature's selection, he calls it, as if nature ever intended for young men to be bound in iron and left to freeze.

"Another child?" The words slip past your guard and your head turns toward him, though the fire still claims most of your attention, its warmth a mockery of comfort.

"No younger than yourself, my love." The endearment falls from his lips like frozen honey — sweet, yet somehow wrong. He speaks of sending a boy your age to stand in winter's cruelest depths, guarding a tower that has stood empty since before your grandmother drew breath. "We've discussed this before," he says, finally abandoning his view of his frost-touched kingdom to fix you with that measured stare. "You ceased being a child the moment you became heir to Ironmere."

You answer with silence and the loud protest of leather against leather as you shift in your chair.

Let him interpret the sound as he wishes — rebellion or resignation, it matters little. In this moment, you think of another young man who whose breath will freeze behind a muzzle while you sit before this fire, counting the ways your father fashions cruelty into crown.

"The muzzle ceremony is their rebirth." His voice takes on that familiar, aristocratic lilt—the same tone he uses when discussing wine vintages or the value of old tapestries. As if he speaks of art rather than chains. "This one's training scores are exceptional. He'll serve the crown well."

You've watched these ceremonies before, hidden in gallery shadows. Seen how they strip away names and replace them with numbers, how they forge living flesh into living weapons. The muzzles aren't just metal — they're shackles of status, marking each Grimguard as something less than human but more than beast. A perfect servant for your father's perfect kingdom.

In your mind, you see another humans eyes, bright with unshed tears as cold iron meets warm skin — another soul bound to Ironmere's frozen heart, while your father speaks of service as casually as one might discuss the weather.

Through frosted windows, you've studied their brutal dance since childhood.

The Grimguards train in Wolfdens outer courtyard where the stones are perpetually slick with ice, where one misstep means more than just a fall. They move like shadows given form, their black armor drinking what little sunlight winters here permit.

The training starts before dawn, when breath freezes mid-air and fingers can barely grip steel. They fight with those peculiar curved blades — somewhere between sword and sickle — that have become as much their signature as the muzzles that cage their faces.

The weapons are deliberately unwieldy at first, designed to strain muscle and test resolve.

Many break their own wrists learning to wield them.

You've counted the phases of their training through seasons.

First, the endless drills until their movements become reflex, then the sparring that leaves red droplets crystallizing on white snow. The masks come early — crude training ones at first, heavy iron things that make it hard to breathe, harder still to see. They learn to fight half-blind, to rely on instinct over sight.

To become creatures of pure reaction.

But it's the endurance training that haunts your dreams.

They stand for days in the bitter cold, perfectly still, until ice forms on their armor. They run barefoot through snow until their feet bleed, then run further still, and some disappear during these tests, their names never spoken again, as if Ironmere itself had swallowed them whole.

Your father calls it necessary refinement.

You call it what it is.

The systematic breaking of human beings until all that remains is loyal steel wrapped in obedient flesh.

It was the whimpering that drew you from your chambers — a sound so foreign in these stone halls where weakness dares not echo. Your footsteps fell like fresh snow as you traced that desperate keening, following it until it transformed into a metallic chattering, silver bars rattling as violent tremors wracked a body fighting to remember warmth.

He doesn’t turn when you found him in the South Tower's breezeway, though surely he heard you.

His silhouette matches the template they all conform to eventually — broad shoulders carved by endless drills, frame solid as the mountain itself, training blacks clung like a second skin, running from throat to wrist in an unbroken line of shadow. Only his gloved hands betrayed movement, fingers flexing and unflexing in a rhythm that matched his shivering.

The new muzzle catches what little moonlight filtered through the frost-laced windows, shaped like a snarling dogs snout, throwing silver patterns across the walls. Too new to have darkened with use, too rigid yet to have molded to his face.

Another wolf being broken to the bit, another hound learning to embrace his cage.

The closer you drift toward him, the more your father's warnings drum against your skull.

Never approach a new Grimguard alone. They're most dangerous before the muzzle takes hold.

The metallic chattering quickens like a death rattle, and the cold seems to deepen, carving into your marrow with ancient teeth, and memory washes over you as you recall exactly what they become — watched them train in the courtyards below your window, witnessed how they move like poetry written in violence, how they strike with the precision of winter's first killing frost.

But this one.

This one still trembles.

His control fractures with each shudder, and you remember how father once told you that a Grimguard is most lethal in the moments they're breaking.

Like a wolf with its leg in a trap, he'd said, that familiar cruel smile twisting his lips. They'll tear through their own flesh to survive. Imagine what they'd do to yours.

Pain shapes them. The cold hardens them.

A common solider dies for his kingdom, a Grimguard kills for it.

"Are you cold?" The whisper escapes before wisdom can catch it, and the transformation is immediate — his trembling ceases as if frozen in time, muscles locking into place with military precision.

Whether it's training or pure shock that stills him, you can't tell.

These new ones are always unpredictable, balanced on a knife's edge between their old instincts and their new purpose.

"I heard you whimpering," you continue, the words hanging dangerous and delicate in the space between you. Through the silver teeth of his muzzle, his breath comes in short, controlled bursts, each exhale creating ghost-white clouds that dissipate against the metalwork.

The pattern is deliberate now — mechanical — as if he's forcing each breath through a carefully memorized cadence, the same measured rhythm you've watched the veteran Grimguard use during their drills, when they're trying to master pain.

You wonder if he's already learning to lie with his body, or if he's simply too terrified to show weakness.

You hover in the uncertainty, unsure what response you're seeking.

The Grimguard are like shadows given form and function — you've spent years watching them from windows and walkways, learning their peculiar language of violence and restraint.

They move in packs through the fortress halls, all lethal grace and barely contained aggression, but you've also witnessed the moments they think no one sees.

A Grimguard pressing their muzzle against a packmate's shoulder after a brutal training session, the silent comfort shared between two hounds who lost their third to a snow bear's claws at the North Gate, and there’s something almost gentle in how they lean into each other then, these weapons your father has forged, finding warmth in the spaces between their brutal purpose.

But those moments are never meant for outsiders' eyes.

They're certainly not meant for the kings daughter, whose very presence reminds them of the hand that holds their leash.

You've seen how quickly they can shift from deadly grace to deadly intent, how the muzzles hide everything except the truth in their eyes.

He turns — slowly, deliberately — and you catch your first glimpse of eyes behind the silver latticework.

They're brown, almost gold in the dim light, and far too lucid for comfort. Not yet hollowed out by more training, not yet carrying that vacant winter-wolf stare that marks the veteran Grimguard.

These eyes study you with an unsettling clarity, as if cataloging every detail of your presence.

His head tilts, just slightly, reminding you of the hunting hounds when they catch an unfamiliar scent, and the motion is too natural, too human. Somehow that makes it worse, as most Grimguard move like they're reading from a manual of precise angles and measured steps.

The muzzle shifts as his jaw works beneath it, and you realize he's trying to decide if he's allowed to speak to you. New recruits often struggle with this — the complex hierarchy of who can command their voice and who must be met with silence.

The princess falls into a grey area their training hasn't covered yet.

Finally, his gloved hand rises, not toward you but to his own throat, fingers pressing against the high collar of his blacks where you know the control runes are etched.

The control runes are your father's masterwork — ancient symbols seared into the skin at throat and spine, binding each Grimguard to the fortress's will.

You've seen them during the marking ceremonies, watched how they burn with a cold blue light as they're carved, how they fade to silvery scars that pulse with each heartbeat.

They serve as both leash and collar, limiting how far a Grimguard can roam from the fortress walls, how much force they can use, who they can harm.

"My Lady." The words emerge like broken glass wrapped in velvet — smooth on the surface but jagged underneath. His voice carries that telltale distortion all new recruits have, as if speaking through layers of frost, but there's something else there. A tremor of defiance, perhaps, or desperation. "The cold is necessary. Part of our conditioning."

He swallows hard, the muzzle's intricate metalwork shifting with the motion. The runes must be burning now — you can see how his fingers dig deeper into his collar, tendons standing out against the black leather of his gloves, but he holds your gaze, those amber eyes still too present, too aware.

Most pups learn to lower their eyes by now.

You notice a tension in how he stands, like a bowstring drawn too tight, and you recognize the stance from watching new recruits, called the Unblooded, in the training yards.

"Necessary," you echo, tasting the word's bitter edge. You've heard your father use that same justification countless times in his workshops, watching dispassionately as fresh recruits screamed through their first exposure to the killing cold. The cold that reshapes them, hardens them, strips away everything warm and human until only the Grimguard remains.

His breathing hitches — just slightly — at your tone.

The runes pulse again, brighter now, a steady rhythm like heartbeats beneath his collar. You notice how his other hand has curled into a fist at his side, leather creaking with the strain, Fighting the compulsion to kneel, perhaps, or fighting the instinct to run.

Both would be equally futile.

"And who told you that?" The question slips out softer than intended, almost gentle — It's dangerous, this curiosity about their lives before the muzzles, before the markings. Your father has warned you repeatedly about seeing them as anything more than what they are now: tools, weapons.

But there's something about this one's eyes, about the way he still holds himself like he remembers another life, that makes you reckless.

You can hear the slight scrape of metal teeth as his jaw clenches beneath the muzzle. When he finally speaks, his voice has splintered, "The Keeper himself, my Lady. Your father."

You hear the sound of boots approaching, the groundslurkers making their rounds to assure everything is just-so.

"Inside," you murmur, touching the frozen door behind you. Not a command, but an invitation. A dangerous one. No Grimguard is allowed in the royal quarters unless specifically ordered by your father.

The punishment would be severe.

He knows this.

You see the conflict ripple across what's visible of his face, the way his fingers twitch toward his turtleneck collar, but the patrol's footsteps are getting closer, and you've already seen too much.

You push the door open wider, letting candlelight spill onto the frost-rimed stones. "Choose quickly."

For a moment, he's perfectly still, like the ice sculptures in the winter garden, then he moves — one fluid step through the doorway, silent as snow despite his armor, and you close the door just as the patrol rounds the corner, their heavy boots echoing past without pause.

In your chambers, he looks desperately out of place.

The black armor and cruel angles of his muzzle stark against the rich tapestries and furs. He stands rigid, carefully not touching anything, as if afraid his mere presence might taint the warmth of the room.

In all your life in the palace, you've never dared to get this close. The Grimguard are your father's shadows, his weapons — to be glimpsed from afar, never examined.

But now.

You circle him slowly, studying the way frost creeps along the joints of his armor, how it crystallizes in delicate patterns where leather meets metal. Up close, you can hear the soft crackle of ice forming and reforming with each breath, see how the cold radiates from him in barely visible waves that make the air shimmer.

The muzzle is even more intricate than you'd imagined.

Delicate silverwork overlays darker metal, creating a lattice of thorns and frozen vines that cage the lower half of his face. You can see now why they call it a muzzle rather than a mask — it's fitted precisely to his features, allowing just enough movement to speak when commanded, but designed to remind both wearer and observer of its purpose.

Control.

Your hand lifts before you can stop yourself, drawn to the impossible intricacy of it. His whole body goes rigid, but he doesn't step back. This close, you can see the minute tremors running through him — fighting against something you don't fully understand, or reacting to your proximity, or both.

"Does it hurt?" you whisper, fingers hovering just above the metalwork. "All the time, or only when-“

"Yes." The word comes out rough, barely above a whisper. He hasn't spoken this long without a command in who can say exactly how long. "Always. But more when..." He trails off, eyes flickering to your still-raised hand, then away.

More when fighting whatever's been done to him, you realize.

More when showing any trace of humanity.

Your hand trembles slightly, caught between pulling back and closing that final distance. The cold radiates against your skin, a warning or an invitation— you're not sure which.

You've never heard one of them admit to pain before.

They're not supposed to feel anything at all.

But he does feel.

He hurts.

His eyes widen, a flash of something — fear, hope? — breaking through their frozen surface.

"Let me help you," you say softly, reaching for the intricate clasps of the muzzle nestled in his wavy, black hair. "Just while we're here. No one will know."

"You can't," he says, the words strained. Even this small act of refusal seems to cost him. "The cold will hurt you. And if the Keeper—"

"My father isn't here," you interrupt, your voice steady despite the way your heart pounds. "And I'm not afraid of the cold."

You're close enough now to see how the metalwork digs into his skin, how even the simple act of speaking makes the thorns beneath the sides of his muzzle bite deeper.

All these years, you never knew the muzzles were lined.

Never wanted to know.

His breath catches as your fingers brush the first clasp, but he remains perfectly still, caught between what he's been made to be and what you're offering him — a moment of freedom, no matter how brief.

The clasp comes free with a sharp click, and his whole body jerks as if struck. A soft sound escapes him — pain or relief, you can't tell, as frost spreads rapidly across the metal where your fingers made contact, but you refuse to pull away.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, working on the next clasp. "I'll be quick." The cold bites into your fingertips now, sharp and hungry, but you can see how the muzzle's grip has already loosened slightly, allowing him to take a deeper breath. “Are they all like this?”

His hands clench at his sides, trembling with the effort to remain still, and each release of a thorn seems to send shockwaves through him, as if the very act of being freed is its own kind of agony. But he doesn't stop you, doesn't pull away — and that tells you more than words ever could.

The facade of silver and shadow begins to come apart under your careful touch, revealing glimpses of what lies beneath; you try not to think about how long it's been since anyone has seen his true face, or why your father thought it necessary to cage him so thoroughly.

"No," he manages, voice tight as you work on another clasp. "Not all. This one is special." There's a bitter edge to the word that makes you pause.

The implications sink in slowly. Your father must have designed this one specifically for him — more thorns, more pain, more control. Because he was different somehow. Because he fought back.

You examine the cruel metalwork with new understanding, noting how the thorns are positioned to punish speech, expression, any hint of defiance, your fingers tracing a particularly deep puncture mark, and he goes completely still, hardly breathing.

"Almost done," you promise, though your hands are nearly numb from the cold now. Each clasp reveals more evidence of long-term torture disguised as restraint. The more you see, the more questions burn in your throat, “Why’d they give you one like this?”

He's quiet for so long you think he won't answer, the final clasp coming free under your trembling fingers, but he makes no move to remove the muzzle completely.

"I remembered," he finally says, "Something I wasn't supposed to. My name." His eyes meet yours, and there's something terrible in their depths — not just pain, but knowledge. "They take everything when they make us, but I kept one thing."

He stops abruptly, as if even this small confession costs him dearly, and you can see the thorns pressing deeper as he speaks, drawing pinpoints of darkness that might be blood, might be something else entirely, yet he hardly reacts.

The pain hardly registers.

A weapon isn't supposed to remember who it used to be.

But this one does.

“What’s your name?”

His breath catches at your question, and you can see him fighting against years of conditioning, against the very magic that binds him, and the room grows colder, frost crystallizing on the windowpanes.

"L-" he starts, then gasps as if the very attempt causes him physical pain. His hands clench. "Luigi," he finally manages, the name coming out in a rush of frozen air.

You repeat the name softly, testing its weight, and he shudders at the sound of it from another person's lips. How long has it been since anyone has called him by his real name? How many years of being nothing but a number, a weapon, a Grimguard?

This is where it began.

And soon, you find yourself inventing excuses to avoid Duke Aldrich of Brindsborough's tedious evening calls. Instead, your nights belong to these stolen moments; you and Luigi seated on the floor of your chambers, knees touching, sharing whispered confessions in the candlelight.

He teaches you how the Grimguards sleep — bodies intertwined for warmth in the cold stone kennels, finding comfort in the press of limbs and shared breath. The first time he shows you, hesitantly arranging your bodies so your back fits against his chest, you understand.

It's not just for warmth — it's about trust.

You learn to read the minute changes in his expression, the things he can't say even without the muzzle. He learns your tells, too — the way you twist your rings when you're anxious, how your laugh changes when you're truly happy versus when you're playing the perfect princess.

These evenings become your refuge whilst the rest of the castle prepares for your upcoming marriage to a man you barely tolerate, you and Luigi build something fragile and precious in secret candlelight.

You tell him about the time you were seven, and you snuck your injured falcon into your bedroom instead of letting the gamekeeper "take care of it." You'd splinted its wing with strips torn from your favorite dress and fed it scraps from your dinners for weeks. Your father had been furious when he found out — not because you'd ruined the dress, but because you'd shown weakness.

Mercy was unbecoming of a princess.

The next memory stands out sharp and clear — that particular night when everything shifted.

You'd barely managed to secure the door's heavy lock before Luigi abandoned his usual restraint, muzzle yanked off. One moment you were turning, the next your back hit the floor with a soft thump, driving a surprised laugh from your chest.

His movements were pure instinct, almost feral — nothing like the rigid control the Grimguards usually displayed. Cool lips and nose traced your neck once you’d pulled his muzzle away, your collarbone, your hair, erasing every lingering trace of Duke Aldrich's cloying cologne. Each brush of contact sent shivers down your spine, not from cold but from the intensity of his need to claim, to possess.

"Marking your territory, are you?" you whispered through breathless giggles, fingers threading through his hair. The words made him pause, and you felt him tense — caught between embarrassment at his display and a deeper, darker urge to continue.

You could feel his breath against your throat, quick and uneven. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough. "He touched you. I could smell him on you all evening. I couldn't. I can't-“

Instead of pulling away, you tugged him closer, understanding flooding through you. This wasn't just possession — it was protection, desperation, love transformed by whatever magic had remade him into something wild and fierce. "I'm here," you whispered. "I'm yours."

A sound rumbled deep in his chest — not quite human, not quite animal—and his grip on you tightened almost painfully. The temperature plummeted, frost blooming across the flagstones in intricate spirals, but you weren't cold.

Not where he touched you.

"Mine," he breathed against your skin, the word holding years of denied wanting. His control, already fragile, splintered further. You felt the magic that bound him surge and twist, fighting against this claiming that went against everything they'd bred him to be.

Grimguards weren't meant to want.

Weren't meant to possess anything but their duty.

Yet here he was, trembling above you, eyes dark with need as they met yours. One hand cradled your face with impossible gentleness, even as the other gripped your waist with bruising intensity. The contradiction of him — deadly weapon and tender protector, ice and burning want — made your heart race.

"Say it again," he pleaded, voice rough with desperation.

You reached up, traced the scars where the muzzle had been, and watched his eyes flutter closed at your touch. "I'm yours, Luigi," you whispered. "Only yours."

The moment your fingers trace those scars, Luigi shudders violently, a full-body tremor that sends cascades of ice crystals shimmering through the air. His breath hitches, catches — no one has ever touched him there, not with such tenderness, not since they first bound him.

But then he does something that steals your breath — he leans into your touch. Like a half-wild thing learning trust, he presses his face against your hand, nuzzling into your palm.

His skin is cold as ever, but his breath comes hot against your wrist. When his lips brush your skin — tentative, questioning — you feel the ghost of frost patterns blooming up your arm.

"Warm," he murmurs, sounding almost drunk on the sensation. "You're so warm." His eyes are half-lidded now, tension melting from his shoulders even as his grip on your waist remains possessive, and the contradiction fascinates you — how he can seem so dangerous and so vulnerable in the same moment.

You trace another scar, and this time he makes a sound that's almost a purr, deep in his chest. The ice spreading across your chambers takes on a soft, pearlescent glow, as if reflecting his pleasure. It's intoxicating, this power to gentle him with just your touch, to make the fearsome Grimguard melt like snow in spring.

When his eyes open to meet yours again, they're heavy with an emotion that makes your heart stutter. The gold in them has darkened to midnight, pupils blown wide. "More.” he whispers, and it's both a plea and a demand.

With trembling fingers, you map the constellations of his scars, each touch drawing new sounds from him — soft gasps and broken whimpers that make your chest tight. The marks are smooth beneath your fingertips, silver-white against his olive skin. You trace them all; the deep grooves where the muzzle's straps cut in, the lighter marks across his jaw where they tested different bindings.

His control slips further with each caress, and frost flowers bloom and fade on your skin where his hands roam, leaving trails of delicious cold that make you shiver. When your thumb brushes the corner of his mouth — where the metal once forced his silence — he catches it gently between his teeth, eyes locked on yours as he presses a kiss to your fingertip.

"They told us we couldn't feel," he murmurs against your hand. "That the binding stripped everything but duty.” He presses his forehead to yours, breathing ragged. "With you, I feel everything."

You curl your fingers into his hair and pull him down, eliminating the last space between you. His lips are cool against yours, but they warm quickly as you show him this new way to be close, to trust, to want.

He learns fast, desperate and eager, like a man who's been dying of thirst finally given water.

You feel it in every desperate roll of his hips, that untamed creature beneath his skin — the one the Grimguard could never fully bind. It surfaces in the frost that spreads beneath his palms where they bracket your head, in the way his breath comes in ragged pants against your neck, hot despite his perpetual cold.

He's beautiful like this — composure shattered, cheeks flushed an impossible pink against his beautiful skin, and his eyes are blown wide, that ethereal chestnut brown nearly swallowed by black, and they catch the light like stars when he gazes down at you.

There's something almost painful in his expression — wonder and desperation and disbelief all tangled together.

The friction between you draws broken sounds from his throat, primal and unrestrained. His movements are instinctive, graceless — so different from his usual precise control, each roll of his hips against your thigh becoming more frantic than the last, his whole body trembling with need.

"Please," he gasps, though you're not sure what he's begging for. You’re almost certain he doesn't know either. His fingers curl against the floor, "Please, I can't- I need-"

You reach up to thread your fingers through his hair again, drawing him down until his forehead rests against yours, and he whimpers at the contact, hips stuttering in their rhythm.

This close, you can see every emotion flash across his face — vulnerability and hunger and love so intense it steals your breath.

The wild thing in him recognizes its match in you, and neither of you want to tame it anymore.

His voice trembles as he tries to find the words, years of enforced silence warring with raw need. You cradle his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheekbones.

"Tell me," you whisper. "I want to hear you say it."

"I-" he starts, then breaks off with a shaky exhale.

"I need to be closer.” He whispers, his movements between your legs desperate and juvenile, but there’s something so, so sweet about it.

He’s reduced himself to raw and visceral need, and cares little for how it makes him look, this feared Grimguard, a hound who sleeps in piles with his pack, a weapon of mass destruction, a human being. He’s flayed himself open for you, guts spilling forth, red hot and oxblood — this primeval need, this unfiltered want.

It simply is not something you’d ever find in anyone else.

Specifically the Fiancé your father has hand-selected.

Luigi groans as you guide him where you need him, the sound low and broken against your throat. Your nightgown rides higher, silk cool against fevered skin. His grip on your hip tightens instinctively, and you gasp at the perfect pressure of frost-touched fingers.

Each roll of his hips is hungry, instinctive — like his body remembers what his mind was forced to forget. You wonder if he dreams of this, if behind those crystalline eyes he imagines all the ways he could unravel you. If during those long, cold nights in his chamber, thoughts of you haunted him like this.

The friction builds a delicious heat that makes your head spin. You arch against him, chasing more, and his breath hitches at the way you move. His eyes are wild when they meet yours — desperate and wanting and almost afraid of how much he needs this.

The etiquette mistress would faint if she knew the thoughts that filled your head during lessons now — memories of frost-touched skin and desperate sounds and the way Luigi says your name like a prayer.

You guide Luigi beneath you, and he goes willingly, eyes wide with wonder as you settle above him, his hands tracing paths of up your thighs, mapping you like something precious, something sacred, each touch leaving ghostly patterns on your skin that fade like morning mist.

The silk of your dress whispers between you as his fingers trail higher, catching on your collarbone where your necklace rests, transfixed by the way the pendant rises and falls with your quickening breath, by how the gold warms against your skin while his touch remains winter-cold.

"Closer," you echo, fingers curling in the hem of his black shirt. You draw it up slowly, exposing him inch by inch, the moonlight streaming through the window catching on old scars that map his abdomen like constellations — some precise and surgical, others jagged and cruel.

Your heart aches at their implications, but now isn't the time to count his wounds.

Not when he's looking at you like this, like you're everything he was told he could never have.

His breath hitches as your hands explore the newly exposed skin, and the temperature drops further with each touch, frost spiraling out beneath him in intricate patterns that match his racing pulse.

"Please," he gasps, and you're not sure if he's begging you to stop or never stop. Maybe both. The wild thing in him is closer to the surface than ever, making his eyes glow like arctic stars in the darkness. "I need- I don't know how to-"

You lean down until your foreheads touch, breaths mingling in the frost-edged space between you. His skin radiates winter's chill everywhere except where his heart beats strong beneath your palm. You can feel him trembling, power barely contained.

"Let me show you," you whisper against his lips, cradling his face. His eyes are luminous in the darkness, filled with vulnerability and desperate trust. The temperature drops as his control frays further, delicate patterns of frost blooming across every surface.

"I've never-" he starts, voice breaking.

You silence him with a gentle kiss. "I know," you breathe. "I've got you. You're safe, Lu."

His fingers flex against your arms as emotions war across his face — years of isolation and fear battling with his need to be known, to be accepted exactly as he is. The wild thing in him strains closer to the surface with each passing moment. "Let go," you tell him softly. "I got you."

You pour all your love into another kiss, wet and hot, showing him that he's worthy of gentleness, of care.

That he doesn't have to hold himself back anymore.

And he doesn’t.

You watch in wonder as his composure fractures, that usually fixed expression melting into something vulnerable and raw, his hands grasping you like an anchor as his careful control slips further.

The temperature drops with each shared breath, but you've never felt warmer.

His face — usually so guarded, bearing scars that speak of battles fought alone - is transformed. Open. Trusting. His lips part on silent pleas as his eyes lock with yours, glowing like arctic stars, and the wild thing in him is closer to the surface than ever.

You've never seen anything more beautiful than this proud, powerful man allowing himself to be soft for you. To be vulnerable. His fingers flex against your skin as another tremor runs through him.

"You're safe," you whisper, rocking your hips against his in a slow rhythm that allows the both of you to adjust. "You're mine."

The sound he makes is something between a sob and a prayer, raw with years of loneliness and need. You kiss him deeply, showing him with every touch that he's worthy of this — of pleasure, of care, of love freely given, and he takes just as his heart desires.

It hardly takes him any time before he’s got the hang of it, raw and needy, soft but strong.

He shoves his face in your neck once you’ve been laid on your back again, his teeth biting gently into the soft flesh of the curve in your shoulder, his instincts still lingering, but you welcome them and each mark he leaves against your skin, the rhythm of his hips sloppy and wild but achingly free, your own body cherished as if he’d come undone at your altar.

He worships you, just as the Grimguards are meant to worship their Keeper — his devotion raw and unfiltered, his gaze defiant and steady, “I love you.” He says, the words feeling like a foreign language, but one you had taught him to speak. “So much it hurts.”

[meowzfordayz]

when you forget to close the door while using the bathroom

Author’s Note: this isn’t nsfw, but it’s ~explicit for other reasons. 🚽🧻💩 #shitposting #literally

when you forget to close the door while using the bathroom

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language, poop references

~faqs~

Do you even love him ????? 😭😭😭

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!?!?! 🫠😵‍💫🤢

Haunted by your little gasps for air 🙃

Can’t take intimacy srsly for a while

Bc whenever you gasp ~cutely into your kisses 🥰

Zenitsu just flashes back to you doing your best to take a shit 😮‍💨🥴

Highkey takes it as a challenge 😏

A display of dominance, if you will 😎

Nods in approval (not that you can see him)

And takes ~notes for later (aka yes, he is listening closely 💀) 

You don’t know it yet

But Inosuke’s already planning his move

Drink a ton of coffee (he’ll have to ask Tanjirou how to brew it) ☕���

Eat a ton of dairy 🧀🥛🍦

Make sure you’re home 😌

Take a shit (w/ the door open, ofc) 🤗

THAT’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S BOSS !!!!! 😤😤😤🫡

King of the Toilet anyone??? 🚽👑

Wonders why everything sounds louder??? 😬

A respectful gentleman tho ☺️

Will go upstairs to avoid the plops 🫢

Too bad his hearing’s phenomenal, even when hiding on top of the roof 😃

A little irritated 🙄

But whatever

You prob just reeeally had to go

He understands 😶

Will nonchalantly ask you about it the next time you’re out w/ friends 🤨

Is getting ignored for the rest of the night worth it? 🙃

Kinda 🥲

Obanai has regrets 😞

Can smell the situation from a mile away 😅

Tbf, closing the door wouldn’t have helped much 😬

Has to contemplate whether it’s worth embarrassing you over

Like, does he gently ask, “Love, would you mind closing the door?”

Or does he wince grin and bear it

Unfortunately, the toilet paper he would use to plug up his nose is currently unobtainable 🧻☹️

Should he just knock himself out for now? 🤗

You’d prob be upset if he didn’t wake up in time… 😒

Hm… 😔

😵 <— Tanjirou inhaled too deeply

“BAAABE, YOU FORGOT TO CLOSE THE DOORRR!!!!!” 🩷💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

Giggles to herself as the door slams shut 🤭

(you’re not mad, but you had to kick it closed bc it’s a lil far from the toilet seat 😅)

Holds it against you 😌

~

“Shinobu, could you get me a glass of water?” ☺️

“I don’t know, my dear, could you close the bathroom door?” 😃

~

“Shinobu, I want a kiss.” 🥺

“Mm, and I want to forget your pooping noises. I guess we can’t always have what we want.” 😃

Chuckles to himself, at first 🤭

And then becomes concerned 😕

Is it supposed to sound like that? 🙁

Or take this long?? ☹️ Should he intrude? 😖

It’s not like there’s a closed door for him to bust down…

He could just, waltz in-

NO

Internally scolds himself: Bad idea, [y/n] would not appreciate that!

Returns to the drawing board

And settles on a careful (once you’ve returned to him), “So, my love, are your bowels feeling okay?” ☺️

🧐😒😠 <— you

😶😬😁 <— him

“They just, uh, sounded wonderful earlier?!”

“Next time, how about closing the door?”

*Sanemi is casually leaning against a wall near the bathroom entrance*

You shriek 😳

And smack his shoulder 😡

“Sanemi!!!!! Do not wait outside the bathroom like that!!!!!” 😭

��Did you wash your hands?” 😏

“SANEMI!” 😒

“... well?” 👀

You are not amused 😐

He acquiesces 😅

“Okay, okay, I confess, I heard the sink running.” 🤓

“I hate you.” 🥲

“But you trust me enough to shit with the door open.” 🥰

“Piss off.” 🙄

“I’m about to!” 🫡

(bc, y’know, he’s about to go… piss… 😆)

Doesn’t really mind

Will prob forget to remind you about it later 🙃

Until the next time you do it

…

By the fourth incident, Muichiro gives up

If anything, he’s flattered you’re so comfortable around him ☺️

Altho he is a lil worried about your ability to use a public bathroom 😶

Def uncomfortable 😕

But even more uncomfortable at the thought of discussing ~it w/ you ☹️

Giyuu knows you wouldn’t be upset

Or even embarrassed

You have like, 0 shame, as he’s both lovingly and unfortunately come to learn ☺️😬

Which means

If he mentioned it, then you’d likely end up teasing him 🫠

“Love me so much, you’ve even gotta listen to me poop?” 😉

*shudder shudder* 😭

(I mean, yes, he does love you that much, but when you put it like that 🥴)

Giyuu settles on hoping that it was a one time mistake 🤞🙏

Good luck 😃

Tengen’s never letting you live it down 😝

Will write out instructions on “How to Use a Bathroom” 🤓

And stick ‘em on both sides of the door

Step 1: Open the door

Step 2: CLOSE THE DOOR

Step 3: ✨Do your thing✨

[jupiter-iz-cool]

Could you possibly write a scenario or headcanons on a tea party date with Lucifer???? I'd appreciate it sm 😭💕

This has been on my mind for days, this seems so wholesome and I love the idea 🥺🥹🥹🫶

Thank you for requesting!

- let me tell you just how excited this man is…he has never had a tea party before, and when you explain it to him, he’s more than stoked! Everything has to be perfect.

- he dresses his best for this date even if it's just a casual thing. He's so nervous about fucking it up even if you say it's fine.

- he brings all the finest teas hell has to offer even if you insist on it not being necessary.

- he’s such a gentleman, decorating with your favorite flowers and bringing your favorite pastries to share. He's so in love with you it isn't even funny. He stopped wearing his wedding ring when you came into his life.

- did I mention that the tea cups he has are all duck-themed? Yeah… he just loves ducks so much.

- Lucifer will ask if everything is up to your standard because he’s nervous that he didn't do it right.

- he has so much fun with this tea party! It lasts hours and the two of you dance together as some soft melodies play in the background.

- he sings songs for you during this date as well, he’s such a hopeless romantic, but you love it.

- by the time everything is said and done and everything is cleaned up, he can't wait for the next tea party date, maybe he’ll make it a weekly occurrence, he had so much fun!

- next time he’ll invite his daughter, only if you allow it, of course, he will love to spend time with his two favorite people after all ♡

“Lucifer you really didn't need to do all of this….” your voice called out quietly as you felt blood rush to your cheeks. It was a gorgeous display of flowers, pastries, and wonderful-smelling teas. Neatly lined out for the choosing.

“Oh but I did my dearest apple!” he gave a sharp-toothed grin. He didn't believe in anything less than extravagant. You let out a soft giggle as you approached the king arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in, placing a kiss on his cheek. “It's lovely…thank you.” Lucifer was over the moon at the gesture. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against his body “Of course mi amor…” he murmured kissing you softly.

[odditycircus-2002]

Mortal Kombat Masterlist (Updated)

Warning: I wrote a lot with Shang Tsung and Baraka. Also heavily features Medusa!Reader.

And while I'm currently taking no requests, I'm still open to hearing prompts and ideas!

Old Era:

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung I

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung II

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung Aftermath

Shang Tsung's Death

Medusa!Reader Intro Walk, Friendship, Fatalities, etc

Medusa!Reader Intros I

Medusa!Reader Intros II

Revenant Reader x Shang Tsung

Some NSFW Headcannon with Shang Tsung with Medusa!Reader

Snake in the Garden

Saudade

New Era:

The Masked Medicine Woman

Medusa!Reader Story Mode I

Medusa!Reader Story Mode II

Medusa!Reader Story Mode III

Medusa!Reader Story Mode IV

Medusa!Reader Story Mode V

Medusa!Reader Story Mode VI

Medusa!Reader Story Mode VII

Medusa!Reader! Story Mode VIII

Medusa!Reader Story Mode IX

Medusa!Reader Story Mode X

Medusa!Reader Story Mode XI

Medusa!Reader Story Mode XII

Medusa!Reader Story Mode Ending

Medusa!Reader and Syzoth Platonic Headcannons

Shedding Season (Featuring Platonic Syzoth)

Holiday Fun🎄

Thanksgiving🦃

Peeping Tom 😳😳😳

Medusa!Reader Loves Chocolate

What If feat.Medusa!Reader I

What If feat.Medusa!Reader II

What If Feat. Medusa!Reader III

Why Baraka?

Some NSFW H/Cs between Medusa!Reader and Baraka

When Baraka saw You grow Wings

ANGST WITH BARAKA AND MEDUSA!READER

Medusa!Reader Eating

MK1 Intros I

Mk1 Intros II

MK1 Intros III

MK1 Intros IV

You're Beautiful (Mk1 Shang Tsung x Medusa!Reader)

Requests (Currently Closed)

(Includes both the Old Era and New Era)

🥵- Nsfw

Pet Store

Ashrah

Aesthete

Baraka

One Night (Baraka x Medusa!Reader)

Erron Black

Morrigan Reader

Fujin

"The Voice" Fujin x Reader

Kabal

Morrigan Reader

Kenshi Takahashi

Morrigan Reader

Kitana

MK1 Kitana x Female Reader

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

Mk11 Scorpion with shy s/o

Quan-Chi's Daughter Reader X Scorpion Nsfw and Sfw🥵

Widow (Quan-chi's Daughter Reader x Scorpion)

Quan-chi's Daughter x Scorpion starting a family

King and Queen

Shang Tsung

Valentine's Day with Shang Tsung💕💕💕🥵

NSFW Shang Tsung HCs🥵

Perfect Gentleman

Syzoth

Aesthete

Quan-Chi

A Terrifying Love

Eternally Loyal

Da Rules:

The characters I'm willing to write for are the men AND women of Mortal Kombat. This includes from MK9 to MK1 as that's what I am most familiar with.

I'm writing fics and h/cs, you'll have to be specific about what you want otherwise I'm choosing. No refunds!

I'm willing to write nsfw h/cs and fics.

Please be specific of what character and scenario you want, more details the better. Also the amount of characters you can request at a time is FIVE.

I will NOT, I repeat, NOT write anything that makes me uncomfortable such as sexual assault, waterworks, pedophilia, and obvious stuff like that.

Also I’m sticking with “X reader” content cause I know that best!

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

hii you're doing requests?? how about hc/drabbles or whatever about cowboy Jean? 💕💕

of course love!

Cowboy Jean HCs

CW: cowboy jean, country coded, fem reader, slight nsfw, drunk sex, mention of alcohol, MDNI!!

A/N: this will hopefully be the first of many requests i answer because i’m a lot less busy now so i will be answering as many requests as possible!!

- So he acts all tough right

- but he’s down bad for you

- King of wearing jeans allll the time kinda annoying like does he have any other clothes??

- super hot when he’s all dirty from working all day and he’s all sweaty 🤭🤭

- STRONG from working all the time around the farm, can lift super heavy, has super strong hands and arms and don’t get me started on his back muscles

- takes his shirt off when it gets too hot outside for him to be in his flannel and he’s ripped ugh

- Super charming it’s annoying always calling saying “yes ma’am” “baby” “darling”

- never misses the chance to compliment you “looking good in those shorts gorgeous. Put ‘em on just for me?”

- Somehow smells good even though he’s dirty all the time. smells like tobacco and vanilla

- smokes all the time even though you told him it’s bad for him but you can’t lie it’s hot when he takes long drags while staring at you

- such pretty eyes omg. they’re such a contrast from his tough manly cowboy aesthetic

- such pretty brown doe eyes and long lashes that just stare into your soul and the way he looks at you omg

- always insists on picking you up even when you have a car and can drive yourself

- picks you up in his old rusty pick up truck that he got from his dad that’s super loud you can hear it pulling up from a mile away

- keeps his hand on your thigh the whole time he’s driving and rubs little circles into your thigh subconsciously bc he loves touching you

- chivalrous king

- opens every door for you and motions with his hand while he watches you walk through

- refers to you as “his girl” when talking about you to anyone

- loves when you wear his clothes, he thinks it’s so cute watching you walk around in his flannels

- loves when you give his clothes back because they smell like you

- gets flirted with all the time unfortunately. all the girls in your hometown have a huge crush on jean and we’re so mad when he got with you

- but he constantly reassures you you are the only one he wants and he would never even consider being with anyone else

- acts all cocky and confident but is secretly so obsessed with you and would do anything for you

- pays for everything ofc he’s a gentleman and gets upset of you offer to pay bc only pussies let their girls pay for things

- his breath smells soooo good and he tastes good too bc he’s always chewing gum or drinking whiskey

- secretly so romantic and that side of him comes out when you’re hooking up

- would kiss every inch of your body to show how much he loves you and that he thinks you’re the most beautiful person alive

- constant praise and compliments “how you’re so fucking perfect” “my pretty girl” “such a good girl for me aren’t you?”

-still a little cocky in the bedroom bc he’s good and he knows it

- you can feel his muscles flexing under your fingers while you scratch your nails into his back

- biggest dick you’ve ever seen lmao

- a good 7-8 inches but it’s thick

- focuses on your pleasure first ofc

- makes you cum multiple times until he’s satisfied

- stretches you out with his fingers to prepare you for his cock bc he wants you to be able to take all of him

- god his fingers are long and rough with callouses and he hits every spot perfectly he knows exactly how to make you cum for him

- “that’s it baby, does that feel good huh? You gonna cum for me already?” while he kisses all down your body

- drunk sex constantly bc he def likes going to the bar and drinking on his porch

- wants you to sit on his lap while he’s drinking on the porch and gets all pouty and upset of you say no :(

- puts his arm around you anytime you walk around any other guys bc he’s sooooo possessive and needs them to know that you’re his

- make out sessions all the time

- would be like “cmon baby just give me a little kiss” then has you moaning into his mouth for him with his hands all over you

- was super cocky before you were dating, he knew you had a huge crush on him and would use that to his full advantage

- would tease you as much as possible, taking his shirt off in front of you on purpose, running his fingers through his hair, rolling his tongue in his cheek while staring at you, looking you up and down constantly

- heavy sleeper lol and accidentally rolls on top of you all the time

- loves cuddling you and borderline smothering you in his arms

[lemonxdaisybby]

Hello , can you do dating hcs about daigo dojima ,sfw/nsfw are ok

Helloooo, here you go, and thank you for the ask! 💕

Firstly, Daigo would absolutely treat you right. This man is such a sweet angel gentleman towards you. He might try to appear all stoic and professional in public and amongst his subordinates, but you would be his ultimate weakness. Anything you want or need, he’s got you.

Probably would have come across as a little stiff and formal when you first started dating, more so as he would have been so focused on making a good impression. He would want to make sure that he showed you the utmost respect, not wanting to overstep or push any boundaries. He does eventually relax though and become more chilled.

He would likely take you to fancy, private restaurants when first dating, wanting to impress you and make sure you experience the best of the best. He’d always make sure you got home safely too, whether that be by ordering you a taxi, or driving you back himself.

He would often worry that someone would attempt to take you or hurt you, in order to get to him. For this reason, he would keep you as separate as possible from the Yakuza side of things. His love life would be a mystery to everyone else.

He doesn’t have tons of free time, and is very busy. Due to this, he’d often worry that he isn’t spending enough time with you, and would end up feeling pretty bad. He’d make an effort to try and call or text you during the day to check up on you, and just to chat to you in general. He’d secretly worry about you a lot, and would want to make sure you were okay.

He would actually be pretty romantic and physically affectionate behind closed doors, once the relationship is more established. He would bring you flowers and gifts often, and would just adore kissing you. Whether that’s forehead kisses, a peck on the cheek, or a passionate smooch on the lips, he is just a big fan of kisses. It would never really be the ‘cute’ type of affection, and would always be quite meaningful and romantic.

In terms of sex, he would mostly be vanilla, and would be a switch. He’s got quite a lot of experience from his emo younger days, and his sex drive would be pretty moderate.

He’s happy to let you take control for the most part. He’s so used to being the one in charge in general life, so it would make a nice change of pace being bossed around and taken care of for once.

If he’s frustrated or stressed, he would definitely top on these occasions, but he’d be fairly soft still. However, if you did ask him to be a bit rougher on you, such as spanking, choking, hair pulling, etc, he would be happy to oblige. He would be aftercare king though, checking on you to make sure he hasn’t hurt you, stroking your hair back out of your face, asking if you need anything, and cleaning you up if need be.

[odegoob]

life update tag game...tagged by @bsaka7 thank you beloved!!!!

🎧 Last Song: crosswords by olivia dean (this comes up on my LÉON radio)

🖍️ Favourite Color: i have said since i was a child that my favourite colour is blue but i recently bought 2 new shirts and several pieces for the bathroom and they're literally all green. so maybe green

📚 Last Book: .....I am reading the throne of glass series.

🎥 Last Movie: rewatched the og lion king. most recent new watch was babygirl and uh yeah. fucking loved it

📺 Last TV-Show: am watching the gentleman in moscow miniseries and so far it's great!

🍜 Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savoury but with a u

💕 Relationship Status: I get to say "woo!!" when I'm at a comedy show if that tells you anything

🌐 Last thing I googled: "male goat is called ???" (billy goat or buck)

💓 Current Obsession: idk if I'd consider it an obsession but my sister got me into rock climbing/bouldering last year and it's so fun

🔮 Looking forward to: euro trip later this year with my people 😌😌

no pressure tags: @leosgreyfringe @reisspieces @livaja @agoonerz @stina-ballerina

[xuchiya]

Hi, hello, what’s up? 💕

I hope you have a wonderful day. And here is a debate I have for a while with myself.

Which type of academia aesthetic each of ATZ members? 🤔

Like I feel like Yeosang is a light academia…

So what do you think?

Dearly your 🐡💜 anon

hi my matsa-love anon!! thank you for the ask. I just had the nicest sleep today; I hope you are doing okay too!!

Here's my rate:

Light Academia:

Yeosang (we all know he really belongs here) you are very much right on Yeosang on the Light Academia, i mean like:

Yunho (that golden retriever gives it all) with his such kind nature and gentle features

Jongho (he is a baby bear and would never dare to hurt anyone, not even a bumblebee) his cute cheeks, his gummy smile and loving personality

hongjoong (either) i mean he is the only member i cannot put on each side because one:

(SPOILER ON MY NEXT ONE-SHOT) he is literally smol captain

or he could also be like this too: and he could also be the Pirate King

San (either too) he is the physical form of the word 'gentleman' and 'holy fuck!'

like here is he being the sweetest:

to whom possessed this man?!:

Dark Academia:

Seonghwa (he already gave me that start when I first saw him in the Bouncy MV though with the long hair but it never fails me to see him being part of this aesthetic)

Wooyoung (his playful personality just gives away with his witty and naughty vibe)

And Mingi (I have no words how he fits in this aesthetic)

[count-alucard-tepes]

OP hotties meet their female alter ego

Is intrigued and would probably want to test his strength against them but…he’s a gentleman:

Akainu🌋

Fujitora 🐅

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Benn Beckman 🔫

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Killer🔪

King 👑

Izou🔫🔫

Buggy🤡

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

Rob Lucci🐆

Literally cannot stop flirting with her and checks her out…he can’t help it :

Kizaru ✨

Ryokugyu 🌱

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Kaido🐉

Queen👑

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹

Gecko Moria🦇

Iceburg💜

[northopalshore]

Hopefully, I got close somehow. It was really hard to find the right reference that had all the features I was looking for 🫠

I hope you don't mind that I added 4 pictures, but I couldn't decide which to leave out...

As for justification: I used your placements like Pisces Rising, the Sagittarius Stellium, Sagittarius Venus, Sag Sun, and Aries Moon. All of that, plus your description, and your vibe had me looking for references that had someone looking younger than their age, petite, "watery/shiny" eyes, eyes that are a little wide set, maybe like a wider but straight nose, a small but pouty mouth, and large eyes almost like a doll face vibe? I feel like you have a very observant gaze, but your eyes might give you a more innocent look and soften that part of you? I also think you might have a bit of a mischevious look? Lol, I really tried to find the best reference, and I had a pretty clear picture in my head; I just couldn't find it 🙃

If possible, I'd like to choose option C: What is my future spouse like?

Thank you!💕

Northopalshore game winner!

Ooh, the look from the second & third image kind of resembles me in certain angles (mostly the hair)? The features themselves don't really match though! Still, I appreciate the effort! Congratulations!

Here is what your future spouse is like!

Your future spouse is someone very calm, kind, mature, reliable & very romantic. The type of romance that they express is that of a "King of Cups" type of man. He isn't overly passionate, and you won't see him coming up with dramatic surprises for the sake of it or because they felt it in their bones. Instead, they act like a good mannered gentleman. That's because they are a gentleman. They are very sentimental but it's almost like there is this guilty heart in their chest. If you told them to get on their knees just for you to caress them, they will instinctively melt in your hand. It's a bit hard to explain, but they just feel stable.

They know who they are & what they want, what they expect from the relationship and how to be there for you without overextending themselves and later holding you against it. To them, slow & steady wins the race.

They may struggle with finances however, perhaps they were born into a struggling household and had to work hard for a living. Their job could be slightly dangerous, or they may switch careers often/ take up multiple shifts or jobs. Overall, they give off a trustworthy vibe. Their career will be very important to them. Their childhood has taught them to be strong, independent & resilient but they never lost that genuine heart of theirs. Sounds like a great man!

₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑

Thank you for participating!

[marmaladeships]

F/o List

Romantic

Main F/o’s(uncomfortable sharing)

•Pierre Bezukhov(The Great Comet)

Tags:

~🧸My Cuddly Bear🧸~

~🧸The Bear and The Squirrel 🐿️ ~

•William Shakespeare(Something Rotten(Christian Borle)

Tags:

~🪶It’s Hard to Be The Bard🪶~

•(Young)Charles Xavier(X-men)

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~😈🔮~

~PsychicDæmon~

(They’re almost always on my mind:3)

F/o’s I’m currently hyper fixated on:

•The 4th Doctor(Doctor Who)

Tags:

~🍬Have a Jelly Baby🍬~

~🌌Me and The Doctor🌌~

•Sweeney Todd(2023 Revival)

Tags:

~🩸Sick at Heart🩸~

~🪒Pretty Men🪒~

•The 7th Doctor

Tags:

~❓~

•Oleg Salt(CaTCF)(Broadway version only)

Tags:

~🧂When Veruca Says🧂~

~ 💗💜💙~

•Patrick Bateman(American psycho)

Tags:

~🔪Hip to be Square🩸~

•Kurt Wagner(Nightcrawler)(X-men)

Tags:

~💙Fwuffy boy💙~

•King John(Robin Hood 2010)

Tags:

None yet

•Terzo(Ghost Band)

Tags:

~✨Can't you see that you're lost without me?✨~

F/o Limbo

•Oz,The Great and Powerful(Oscar Diggs)

The Wizard of Oz

Tags:

~💚Me and The Wizard💚~

Secondary F/o’s

•Karl Heisenberg(Re8)

Tags:

~⚙️Hobo Magneto⚙️~

~🤴Beauty and The Beast 🐺~

•Remy LeBeau(X-Men Comics)

Tags:

N/a

•Erik Destler(Poto)

Tags:

~🪽My Angel🪽~

•Wilford Warfstache(MEU)

Tags:

~💕Life needs a little Madness💕~

•Mephisto Pheles(Blue Exorcist)

Tags:

~💜Mephisto💜~ 

•Gale Dekarios(Bg3)

Tags:

~🪄I’m Going to Fistfight Mystra🪄~

•Raphael(Bg3)

Tags:

~😈Me and The Devil😈~

•The Easter Bunny(Rotg)

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N/a

•Montgomery Gator(FNAF)

Tags:

~🐊Hey!Little Guy!🐊~

Clowns 

•Jack the Clown(Jack Schmidt)(Halloween Horror Nights)

•Krusty the Clown(The Simpsons)

Joint Tags:

~🤡Hear me out guys🤡~

QPR’s

•Emmett ‘Doc’ Brown(Bttf)

Tags:

~⏱️Time Travel Buddies⏱️~

•Jack Rose(Just Dance)

Tags:

~🌹Lover Boy🌹~

•Skimbleshanks 

Tags:

~🐈A Cat That Cannot be ignored🐈~

•Darkwing Duck(Darkwing Duck)

Tags:

~🦆Daring Duck 🦆~

•Sportacus(LazyTown)

Tags:

N/a

Stede Bonnet + Edward Teach(Ofmd)

Tags:

~🐙The Gentleman,The Kracken and Me🐙~

•Darkiplier(MEU)

Tags:

~🥀My Hearts Desire🥀~

•Illinois(MEU)

Tags:

~🎢My First Adventure🎢~

Crushes

•Raoul De Chagny(Poto)

Tags:

~❤️The Vicomte❤️~

•Scrooge(Muppets+Netflix Version)

Tags:

~🦪Solitary as an Oyster 🦪~

•Dracule Mihawk(Opla)

Tags:

N/a

•Aziraphale and Crowley(GO)

Tags:

~👼I can be yuor angle👼~

~😈Or yuor devil😈~

•Anatoly Sergievsky(Chess)

Tags:

~♟️~

Maybe F/o’s

•Marvin Gardens(Falsettos)

Tags:

None yet 

Special Case F/os

(these are special because it they were my first f/o or they have some sort of meaning)(Won’t post about these much)

•Johann Faust the VIII(Shaman King)

Tags:

~♥️First Love♥️~

•William Afton

Tags:

N/a

•Grell Sutcliffe(Black Butler)

~💋My Fabulous Wife💋~

•Arataki Itto (Genshin Impact)

Tags:

~Boyfie~

•Carlisle Cullen(Twilight)

Tags:

~🧛‍♂️Hey Edward!Im f*cking your dad!🧛‍♂️~

•Yancy(MEU)

Tags:

~🚫I don’t wanna be free🚫~

•Royal Margarine Cookie(Crk) 

Tags:

~🐉The Handsome Dragon Rider🧈~

•Remy LeBeau (Gambit)(X-men)

Tags:

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Tertiary F/os

(Don’t talk about these ones much so none of them have tags)

Overall Tag:

The Doctor’s Loves

•Bowser •King Dice  •Doc Ock  •Puss in Boots  •Finn Mcmissle  •Godbrand •Emperor Belos •Ken(Barbie Movie 2023)

•Spamton.G.Spamton

•Calico Jack(Ofmd)

•The Narrator

•Divus Crewel

•Vinsmoke Sanji

•Cole Cassidy

Familial F/os

(None of these have tags except for a few)

Sun/Moon(Fnaf)

Caretaker

Tags:N/a

Allan+Midge(Barbie Movie)

Brother+Sister-in-law

Tags:N/a

Anatole+Hélène Kuragin(The Great Comet)

Brother+Sister

Tags:~😈The Troublesome Trio😈~

Eda Clawthorne(Toh)

Mother

Tags:~🦢birb🦢~

Glamrock Freddy(FNAF)

Father

Tags:~✨You’re my Superstar✨~

Stanley(Tsp)

Twin Brother

Tags:~⁉️Wait!Two Stanley’s?!?!?⁉️~

Adam+Barbara Maitland(Beetlejuice)

Parents

Tags:~🧟Fright of their lives🧟~

Nellie Lovett(2023 Revival+Movie)

Mother

Tags:~🥧Me Mum🥧~

Ethan+Mia Winters(Resident Evil)

Brother+Sister-in-law

Tags:~❄️The Winters❄️~

The 12th+14th Doctor(Doctor Who)

Dads

Tags:~🙄Do you even know what thinking is?🙄

~🌌Wibbly Wobbily Timey Wimey🌌~

~🌌You’re like my dad!🌌~

The 11th Doctor(Doctor Who)

Brother-Figure

Tags

~🎀Bow ties are cool🎀~

Platonic F/os

Willy Wonka(CaTCF)

Tags:

~🌈Pure Imagination🌈~

Retired F/os

(Still kinda love them but not enough for them to be f/os)

•Shota Aizawa •Hizashi Yamada •Keigo Takami •Zhongli •Keaya •Diluc •Baizhu

•Undertaker •Sebastian Michaelis •Phone guy(Scott) •Asmodeus(Obey me)  •Gold Rodger •Almond cookie 

[idv-ask-the-showman]

How r u gonna dress for Halloween, bud?!

“We still getting our costumes ready!…. By that I mean if Klai stopped being lazy and actually draw us with our costumes. BUT~ I plan to maybe go as a gentleman werewolf, I am still debating tho :D!”

“I will go with the classic and dress as a witch!! A pink witch tho, it would be so cute~💕”

“I plan to go as a Vampire, i have my own reasons why but I just want to surprise someone with it ^^!”

“This would be Poppy’s first ever Halloween!! Poppy wanna try every costume as possible! although Poppy thought that may be too much even for herself, so instead she gonna dress as a pumpkin King!!”

[leclercsradio16]

Jess and Charles Steal the Spotlight at F1 Movie Premiere in London: Style, PDA, and a Glowing Baby Bump

The stars were out in full force last night as London hosted the long-awaited premiere of the new F1 movie, but it was Jess and Charles who undeniably stole the spotlight. The beloved couple arrived on the red carpet in striking fashion, turning heads with their coordinated looks, undeniable chemistry, and a show of affectionate moments that had fans swooning across the globe.

Jess, a style icon in her own right, wore a stunning blush pink gown from her own fashion label, elegantly tailored to flatter her growing baby bump. The dress featured a soft off-the-shoulder neckline and a flowing train that added an ethereal grace to her appearance. Her glowing complexion, soft curls, and delicate diamond accessories perfectly completed the look — showcasing both her designer talent and maternal glow. The gown, already trending on fashion pages, is rumored to be part of her upcoming maternity capsule collection.

Charles complemented her effortlessly in a sleek, custom-tailored black tuxedo, exuding classic charm with a modern twist. The F1 star looked every bit the gentleman, guiding Jess along the carpet, exchanging loving glances, and frequently resting a hand on her baby bump — a tender gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by fans or the cameras.

The couple’s chemistry was palpable throughout the evening. They were seen laughing privately, holding hands, sharing quick kisses, and openly displaying their joy in anticipation of their twin girls arrival. The red carpet was buzzing not just with paparazzi flashes but with admiration for this couple who continue to blend celebrity with sincerity.

📣 Fan Reactions Pour In:

@JessDailyStyle: "She designed that dress herself?! OBSESSED. She’s redefining maternity elegance. #F1Premiere #JessStyleQueen"

@CharlesAndJessFans: "They’re glowing, they're in love, and they’re going to be parents again. This is what dreams are made of 😭❤️ #PowerCouple #F1Premiere"

@F1ObsessedUK: "We came for the F1 action but stayed for Jess and Charles! That PDA was soft and sweet — couple goals. #F1London #RedCarpetRoyalty"

@BabyBumpWatch: "Those girls are already style icons. Jess looked angelic and Charles couldn’t take his hand off the bump 😍🍼 #JessAndCharles"

@MotorsportMuses: "Honestly? Jess and Charles outshone the entire F1 cast. Elegant, romantic, and so real. You can’t fake that kind of love 💫"

@JessFansUnite: "Let’s talk about that DRESS. The soft pink? The neckline? The train? She looked like a goddess. Maternity wear just peaked. #F1Premiere"

@GridGlamour: "This is the kind of red carpet content we LIVE FOR. Charles being the supportive king and Jess glowing like royalty 👑💕 #F1Fashion"

As the premiere buzzed with energy from fans, press, and A-list guests, it was clear that Jess and Charles brought their own kind of star power — rooted in love, connection, and confidence. With the twins arrival just around the corner, the couple are entering a new chapter, and judging by last night’s appearance, they’re doing it in unforgettable style.

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