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Good day~ Thank you so very much for another request of mine, it was beautiful as always~ 🌸 I have another one in mind, if I may? Let’s see… How about Dietfried's significant other surprising him by bringing a homemade lunch, made with care and love, at work? And maybe even something for his subordinates too, out of kindness and gratitude. Will that little act of kindness make Dietfried a bit... jealous? I wonder, tee hee hee~

Happy New Year, darling! I hope you will forgive me for the wait. To make up for it, I wanted to sprinkle some... Spice, hehe.

Wiping your sweat off your forehead, you look at all the mini dishes you cooked up in front of you. In recent months, cooking has become one of your new favorite hobbies. Since you spend most of your days caring for the house and not having enough time to travel around, learning new and foreign dishes helps to mend this little desire. You often share your newest creations with your beloved Dietfried, who has been your biggest supporter and encouraged you to try again if you fail. When there were times when the dish got extra burned, or meat was undercooked and raw, Dietfried would wipe tears that you couldn't contain from disappointment in yourself. He would lean in, kissing your forehead, whispering how proud he is of you trying something new, and telling you not to belittle yourself because of a few mistakes.

"Even perfection can make a mistake. And it only makes me love you more than I already do."

And with recent terrorist attacks, Dietfried barely has time to come home, to properly enjoy your dishes, only to come home exhausted, kissing you, and heading to bed. It pained you to see him overworked and how badly his well-being was in this state. To ensure that you were safe, Dietfried asked you to limit your visits to him until the attacks were lowered, since he would never forgive himself if anything were to harm you. You have his heart in your palms, and the mere thought of seeing you in any pain, would break Dietfried. But a small selfish part of you craved those days when you and your beloved would snack on your newest creations, laughing and chattering about everything and nothing at all.

So, an idea popped into your little pretty head.

After checking each dish, you have prepared, you go to grab a basket with a towel to place it in. Firstly, you put in Quiche Lorraine as the main dish, the smell of smoked bacon with cheese decorating the top, making your stomach growl with hunger. As much as you wanted to make new items, you settled on making some of Dietfried's favorite childhood dishes that his mother shared with you. Adding to the Quiche Lorraine, you fixed up some fresh Croque monsieur, a sandwich with melted cheese and ham, topped with fried egg, toasted to perfection. Lastly, you baked up some light-as-air souffles and Paris-Brest to compliment the overall meal.

Glancing to check that you got everything, you went to properly get ready, wearing your favorite dress, complimented with jewelry, and lipstick that made Dietfried irresistible to your lips. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you took a deep breath and smiled to yourself. Moving to grab the basket, you also took your purse and keys and walked out of the house.

If your beloved couldn't come to enjoy meals with you, who says you couldn't come to him with meals? And besides, when has Dietfried ever said no to you, when you looked at him like you worship him with your love?

Walking on the streets of the capital, you let the lively noise of your surroundings tune like music, letting your imagination create stories as the different voices and sounds provide you with the basic concept to play from. As you reached the headquarters of the navy, you were greeted by the guards, who recognized you as the naval captain's spouse, opening the gates for you. You thanked the guards, wishing them a good day, heading towards the office of your loved one. Reaching for the handle of the door, you lightly pushed, it before walking up to the receptionist. As she notices your presence, she greets you.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Bougainvillea. To what do I own the pleasure of seeing you?"

"I am pleased to see you as well, Mrs. Barbier. I was hoping if I could see Dietf- *ahem* Captain Bougainvillea to hand him his lunch."

Mrs. Barbier was a sweet elderly lady who had been in the military for a few decades. Luckily for her, she never had to partake in war, but the stories of officers and commanders still left some horrific imagery. Ever since you began to date Dietfried and would visit him, Mrs. Barbier would always lightly tease you both about how you would make the perfect married couple. True to those predictions, Dietfried proposed to you later and the rest is history.

"Of course. The captain just got off his meeting with the fleet commander and should be available at this hour."

"Wonderful! Thank you so much. Oh, would you like to try some treats I prepared?"

You found the courage in yourself to say it, as you prepared some baked goods for Dietfried's colleagues as a kind gesture.

A glint of excitement passes through Mrs. Barbier’s eyes, "I would be delighted dear."

Opening the basket, you hand her a small bowl of Paris-Brests, and she takes one of them to sample. Biting into the pastry, she hums in joy as the chocolate and creme cover her taste buds, letting the sweets melt off any stress she has had prior.

"Oh, my goodness, this is so delicious. I remember the captain praising your cooking to others, but this is beyond of what I could have imagined!"

A bashful blush covers your cheeks, as you let out a smile, "I am glad you like it. I wasn't sure that I made them as precisely as the recipe required it to be, but-"

"My dear, if you think those aren't good, you are being too humble. If you decide to open a bakery, I will be your first customer! Oh Piere, boys!" Gentlemen passing by look towards Mrs. Barbier, glancing at the lady. Holding up the bowl, she continues, "Come try those sweets! Mrs. Bougainvillea has baked some of the divine treats you will ever get to taste."

A cool shiver comes down your spine. Sure, Dietfried told you that your cooking was incredible, but you never had someone else try your cooking, especially strangers.

A smile forms on their faces, as they walk forward, taking the pastry in their mouths. As the sweet sensation coats them, an approved groans were let out.

"What a treat!"

"Delicious beyond expectations!"

"Damn, this is better than what my wife has made!"

The anticipating disappointment washes away from your body, as the gentlemen turn to you, thank you, and ask if they could have more. Feeling a bit clustered by the men, you take a small step back, a polite smile placed to ease yourself. You came here to feed your Dietfried, but it seems you got some extra attention than you expected.

"I don't recall surrounding a defenseless woman as part of the Navy protocol, soldiers." A musky voice comes from behind the men, causing them to shiver, turning to the source. Leaning on the wall, arms crossed, Dietfried stares at the soldiers, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, only to soften when his eyes land on you. Your heart can't help but skip a beat at how despite not talking or touching you, a simple glance from him sends you relief you didn't know your body was asking for.

"Captain Bougainvillea, sir!" They salute him.

Returning his gaze to soldiers, he pushes himself off the wall, straddling forward. As he gets close to you, the soldiers move aside to make way. Dietfried stops only mere inches away from you, but you can feel the heat of his body coursing onto you. You give him a shy smile, to which he returns with his gentle smile. Shifting his eyes to Mrs. Barbier, Dietfried lifts his eyebrow at her.

"It would seem you are keeping my spouse from me, Mrs. Barbier.” His tone is jesting, but you can see something else laced at the edges of his eyes. Hunger, darkness, and overwhelming danger. A shiver crawls down from your spine to your thighs. Getting lost in your mind, you shift your eyes from his eyes to his lips, biting the inside of your lip.

God, why does he make you feel so safe in his presence, but so vulnerable and exposed, like a simple touch will undo you and make you crave him to pounce himself into you little cu-

“Dear, are you ok? You are zoning out, aren’t you?” You feel his hand on your face, letting his gloved thumb trace a circular pattern on your cheek.

Blinking yourself from your little wet dreaming, a blush covered your cheek as you answered, “Can’t I come and see my beloved husband without any reason, hm?”

A chuckle escapes Dietfried’s lips, as he looks at the clock, signaling midafternoon, until shifting his eyes to the basket in your arm. “Based on the smell, I don’t believe you came with no reason, my love. Please follow me to my office, Mrs. Bougainvillea.” He gestures with his hand towards the direction of his office, while placing his other hand on your lower back.

Lifting your head up, you nod and bid farewell to the soldiers and Mrs. Barbier as you headed towards the office. You could hear the soldiers chatting between each other over your cooking and how overprotective the naval captain appeared to them.

Crossing the threshold of the office, you walk towards the desk, placing the basket as Dietfried closed the door. Before you can open the basket’s lid, he quickly strides towards you, clasping your hands, causing you to turn around, only to be met with the clash of his lips on yours. The passion and power behind Dietfried’s lips on yours makes your mind spin around, causing black spots to appear as breath leaves your lungs. You could feel his hands leave your hands, only to trail one of them on your back, while the other on your thighs. You grasp onto him to balance yourself, as his tongue invades your mouth, caressing all your insides. Before you could pass out, Dietfried slowly pulls away, letting you catch your breath. Feeling the air rushed back into your lungs, you open your eyes, only to see Dietfried’s gentle verdurous eyes turn dark like a shade of midnight forest.

“Busy day?” You let the words slip before your mind could process it.

A growl leaves Dietfried’s lips as he brings his hand from your back to your neck, never letting his eyes fall from you.

“Oh, baby. You have no fucking idea how grateful I am for you coming here, all dressed up for me like the prettiest doll in all nation, and with the food that I know you put your hardest to make just for me. However…” He leans forwards, kissing your neck, “Seeing you surrounded by those men, staring at you like you some kind of toy to use to get wasted, it made my blood boil. To let them look at how perfect you are, with the curves crafted by the renowned artists, hair that lures me and bends me to my knees, the lips that make me want you so badly that I lose focus on everything else.”

If there was blush before on your cheeks, your whole body was burning red from the desire Dietfried was whispering on your skin. Getting lost in how your body was reacting to his lips on your neck, you failed to notice Dietfried’s hands snaking down to your waist. He picks you up, settling you on his desk.

You gasped, “What are you doing, Di-“

Before you could finish your question, Dietfried raises the skirt of your dress and spreads your thighs apart. With your lipstick on his lips, he whispers against your thighs, “Enjoying my meal, my doll.”

From this point NSFW material. Proceed with caution.

He dives his head towards your covered clit, kissing it up and down. A moan escapes your lips, as you hold the desk for support. Smirking at the sound, Dietfried pulls your underwear aside, sticking his tongue as he licks, circling the warm skin and sucking on the buds that send shockwaves through your system. You tilt your head back as the sensation rushes towards your core, as his tongue makes its way through your gummy walls. Your thighs, without you thinking, clasped Dietfried to make him move closer to give you more pleasure that your body can’t help but yell at you to grind for.

It's been so long since both of you fucked one another, with the limited opportunities the discussion of going further with sex life, it would seem both of you yearning some friction that only your bodies could provide for one another.

Dietfried knew which spots to touch to make your body know how much he worships you, how every pulsation that he can feel through your body is making his dick harden at the thought of you feeling good. Knowing that he makes you feel how special you are to him, how devoted he is to you and everything you have given him. He wants you to know – no – feel fucking much you alone make him the happiest man in all of human existence.

“Fuck, look at you baby. I only just began, and you are already soaking wet. Have my baby missed me thrusting my cock so deep, pushing against this tight pussy, as you begged for me to make you lose any consciousness you possessed, hm?” He moans into your cunt, as he lets himself breath in the smell of your needy walls, as your pre-cum covers his lips.

“P-p..Ple-please.” You master so coherent thoughts through your fogged mind.

“Please what, baby? You know if you want something you need to say out loud, I can’t do anything unless you tell me. Use your big words baby.”

Using the last strength you could gather, you let your eyes fall to his as you mewl, “Please, fuck me harder till I am full to the brim with your essence.”

The last of string of any control snaps in Dietfried’s eyes as he snarls into your pussy, going faster and sharper as your climax began to grow deep in your core. You try to muffle any moans and screams with your hand, while moving your other hand, grabbing Dietfried’s hair to push him closer. Your body begins to shake as you were on the edge of falling into the bliss, the white fire coursing through your clit, until he growled, “Cum for me.”

The crash came down with such powerful force, leaving you shaking, tears running down your cheeks at how deliciously good that was. You pulled your hand away from his hair, as bliss settles in your body.

Dietfried notices your tears, standing up to kiss them away and then bring his lips to yours, as you wrap your arms around his neck. Though you could taste yourself, there was still distinctive part of Dietfried’s taste that your body could always feel.

“You did so good, baby.” He purrs against your lips.

“Anything for you, my love.” You let out a big smile, feeling warmth of how intimate you two were with each other.

“Can I ask you something?” Letting your finger twirl around with his hair, you hummed for him to continue.

“Would you mind if I fulfill your wish?” Letting your emotional side overrule your rational one, you slip one of your hands down to his pants, feeling is bulge hard as a stone. You run your hand up and down, squeezing him as Dietfried rolls his eyes at how your torturous touches. Deciding to be nice to him, you pull his zipper down, pulling his cock out of his underwear.

Aligning him with your entrance, you signal with your eyes, “Push in and breed me.”

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Thinking of Kaeya.....

.....pressing your back against the wooden walls behind Angel's Share, caressing your thighs against his fingertips, while leaving butterfly kisses along the column of your neck. A slight moan escapes your lips, as the warmth envelops your clit, begging for anything - Anything - to let you feel the friction that your gummy walls are crying out for. Kaeya lifts his head up, grasping both of his hands against your cheeks, letting your eyes focus on him as he devilishly grins.

"Such a good little girl, aren't you princess? First, greeting me with a bouquet of flowers, then leading me cluelessly to the big birthday surprise party. Did you plan it out just for me? Aww, such a sweet thing you are, love." He coos, as he presses a peck on your lips, only deepening it. You feel his tongue push past your lips, as you try to grasp for air. The sweet, yet bitter wine enters your senses, painting a picture of heaven Kaeya leaves your mind after every touch. You hold on to his forearms to balance your body from such passion and lust. As you part for air, both you and Kaeya press your foreheads together, trying to catch your breaths.

"I wasn't sure what to get you this year." Your voice escaped quietly from your lips. "I am sorry. Is there something I can do for you, baby?"

A dark light flashes in his deep azure eye, as a grimace thought springs to live in his mind.

"Actually, there is something you can do for me. But..." His voice lowers as he brings his lips close to your ear, letting out a warm breathe, "Only if you trust me, do you princess?"

Kaeya can feel your head nodding, muttering under your breath, "Anything you desire."

As soon as you let your words out, Kaeya brings one of his hands to his back, pulling a knife with a sheath still attached to it. Your eyes trail to it, confusion yet excitement is written on your facial expression.

"Spread your thighs for me, princess."

You move your thighs apart, as Kaeya takes his free hand to trail down between your thighs, he lets his fingertips move your underwear that barely protects your crotch to the side. He keeps his eyes on your facial expression. Smirking, he dips his two fingers into your pussy, as the precum coats his fingers.

"All wet just for me? You shouldn't have, baby. I thought you were better than this."

Plunging in and out, he curls the right spots, then parts his fingers in a scissor motion, stretching his delicious cunt just the way he likes it.

'Damn it! You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face, but the way his fingers penetrate your gummy walls, pushing in and ou- Fuck!'

You feel his fingers leave your hole, a whiny moan betrays you, your body begging for more friction.

"Now, now princess. Be a good perfect girl, so I can give you your reward for being such a good cockslut that you are."

You slowly nod, keeping your arms on him, until you feel something girthy envelop your clit. The sheer size is nothing like Kaeya's fingers, so big, yet unfamiliar. You gasp loudly from the sudden sensation, only for Kaeya to cover your mouth. When you register that Kaeya was holding the sheath part of the blade, he pushed the handle part inch by inch inside of you.

"Don't get too wild, baby. Unless you want the whole Mondstadt to hear how much of a respected adventure is nothing but a whore for sucking cock and filled to the brim by anyone's desire to do so."

The fog covering your mind as the pleasure sinks in does nothing to let you properly hear him. Tears began to spill from your eyes, as the feeling was so good. So fucking good. Noticing how well you adjusted to it, he quickly pulls it out, only to fiercely thrust it in and out, as your walls try to adjust to this overwhelming euphoria that pushes any sense of sanity out of your little sex-driven mind. Kaeya puts his other hand on your hip to steady you, before your legs decide to give out. Orgasm begins to rise in your lower abdomens, almost spilling out, until Kaeya groans as he fully presses the handle between your aching pussy.

"If you think I will let you cum on anything besides my lips or cock, you are greatly mistaken. Now be my good majesty, and hold it in until I mark every part of you with my cum, making you feel just how much of A. Perfect. Present. You. Are. To. Me"

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Thinking of Wriothesley...

....who has visible piercings in his ears, only to have one more on his towering, full of thick and traceable veins across his vigorous and rigid cock. A black metal ring is attached to his tip, glistening in juices as you move your head in and out, sucking every sip of Wriothesley's essence under his table in his office. His breath hitches as he feels his soul leaving his dirty and sinful body, only to enter the delicate palace of your mouth tracing all the right sensations a man should not need, but yet craves and desires every aching second his dick twitches.

"Baby...." his voice hoarse from all the groans his lips dared to let out. Feeling the pulsating vibration as your mouth coats his length, the adrenaline begins to sink through his bones, creating the same feelings as the contact he makes when he boxes in his spare time, the only stress relief he has. Well, had. With how good your inner muscles of your mouth let every vein be smoldered in wetness, second to your nectarous juices that are slicking down your pussy as you take him.

Before he could continue, a quicker whimper falls from his throat as he feels you grazing his dick with your teeth, half-hardly tugging on the flesh of his foreskin, but not enough to make him bleed from the bite mark. As his mind tries to process whether he should succumb to this excitement that stirs in his lower stomach or punish you for such behavior, his hips pick up the pace roughly.

Your eyes widen from the change of pace, the metal piercing digging deeper into your throat, making you gag on the reflects, yet the tears of pleasure begin to bolt down. Your body automatically keeps up with Wriothesley's pace, letting every pleasure remain for longer.

Mmm, his cock is so colossal and delectable, the lingering taste of black tea that he had previously penetrates your senses, packing up your arousal.

And the metal ring that grazes the top of your throat?

Fuck! Your mind can't focus on anything but on how the cool metal is contrasting with the hot gummy wall of your throat.

As the climax began to build up Wriothesley's cock, he moans in his deep, yet tender voice, "Let's see how well my cock addicted kitten is going to take my load." Taking a pause, he grasps your hair up and pulls your mouth from his dick to look at him.

"Tell me, baby, where do you want your cum to be, hmm?~"

"On your pretty twisted-up breasts, across your beautiful face and that intoxicating mouth, or..." He brings your face close to his, as he whispers.

"....should I fucking breed you, like a starving wolf, till every part of your slick walls is covered in my semen and nothing escapes your lips, except you, begging me to ruin you and murder your pussy?"

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Thinking of Alhaitham....

....saying that he doesn't like eating soup as it can damage his books, yet his favorite meal is eating out your pussy, like it's his last meal. As his tongue slips through every bud and nerve your juicy clit can offer, only for him to indulge his curiosity through his tongue going in and out of your sleek walls.

What should have been a peaceful evening between two overworked lovers who simply wished to rest, turned into an intimate session, with Alhaitham memorizing your pussy as he imprints the image into his mind. You dig your nails into his scalp, pushing him further to make your pussy wetter than it already was.

Fuck! For someone who speaks so little in public, Alhaitham somehow knows how to properly speak with his tongue against your bottom lips.

Grasping for air, you lean your head back, as your thighs wrap around his head, almost suffocating him from any air access. Instead of pushing your clashing thighs, Alhaitham brought both of his hands under each thigh, grasping them and bringing them closer to him. You can feel him massaging them roughly, leaving bruises on the spots he pressed. As you open your eyes slowly you look out from the window to see stars linger in the Sumerian sky.

Seemingly noticing your attention to the stars, Alhaitham speaks raspy, "Are you looking at the stars outside or the reflection of the stars in your eyes when I fuck your pussy with my tongue?"

As you try to grasp your thoughts to answer, you feel the coil form in your bottom, craving for release. Instead, you whine at Alhaitham, biting your lower lip between your teeth, before softly saying, "I-I-i...I can't ho-hold it in any-...longer!~"

As much as he wanted to tease and abuse your cunt, the stress and exhaustion began to ware on his bones. He would let you slide this time.

"You know what to say, princess. Let your words bleed through your tongue that have me addicted to you like a drug. Say what you want me to do to your pussy to cover me with your juices, so I know what heaven feels like when I die. Or..."

He brings his head up, resting his chin on your cunt as you look down at him.

"Would you prefer if I fucked you to the point of making you scream my name, making me your God, that only worships you?"

Before you could respond to him, he brings his face back to your pussy, pushing his fingers in with his tongue, further stretching your bottom flesh. As if on cue, you let your high crash, spreading cum all over his face. Alhaitham licks out all of your juices, tasting how sweet your cunt can get for him. As you try to regain some consciousness, you bring yourself up by your elbows, as he sits himself up. You let your eyes travel down to his cock, glistering in his tight dark pants, begging for sweet release.

"I pleasured and played with your cunt for you to cum, princess. I think you should return the favor, wouldn't you agree, hm~?"

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Hello! Can I request Fukuzawa Yukichi (BSD) and reader having a date during Tanabata festival? (that includes wearing yukatas, trying festival food, playing festival games, etc.) Thank you!

Hello Darling! My apologies for my absence. I hope you wouldn't mind if I added some....extra spice to your request?

Following the events of the Cannibalism incident and the capture of Dostoevsky, the Armed Detective Agency seems to slowly regain its flow and antics. You can hear the loud noises coming from the office as you walk up to the door, fresh cut blouse and pencil skirt delicately hugging your body, but keeping all your inner beauty intact. As you open the door to the office, you are greeted by the chaos engulfing the room from Ranpo's and Dazai's poking fun, with Atsushi being the victim of their teasing.

"Oi, Atsushi! Have you gotten the sweets from the bakery I requested?" Ranpo demands, as a lollipop hangs from his mouth.

"Not yet Ranpo-san. There is a bit of paperwork I need to complete before I ca-"

"Nay~ Atsushi-kun! Can you please do my work as well? All these dealings with Fyodor and his little schemes have taken all my precious time from napping. Do you mind helping your senior, hm?" Dazai leans his head forward into his arm, giving Atsushi puppy eyes.

"Dazai-san, Kunikida-san specifically instructed you to tackle them. not m-"

"Yeah, yeah. But Kunikida is not here, so I am sure that he wouldn't mind this one time."

"But..."

Before either of the elder men continued their torture on Atsushi, two metal clips were thrown at them, one hitting Dazai on the temple, and the other hitting Ranpo on the forehead.

"Hey! What the hell is your prob-" Ranpo loudly rambled bitterly, before noticing you standing, annoyance plastered on your face. A way of fear covers Ranpo, as he quickly silents his mouth from speaking any further.

Shifting his attention from Ranpo to you, Dazai slips a pleasant smile on his face.

"Good morning Belladonna Y/N-san! You look as exquisite as always. What do we own the pleasure, hm~?"

"Good morning to you too, Dazai. Mind explaining why I am witnessing harassment from the two seniors towards our young member?"

"Harassment? Oh, what a scandalous accusation! Me and Ranpo-san were merely teasing him, right Atsushi-kun?" Dazai turned to Atsushi, expecting him to agree with him. Taking a glance at you, Atsushi muttered, "If you expect me to defend you now, then you need to raise my payment buddy."

A low chuckle escapes your lips at the slow shock that enters Dazai's eyes. Before Dazai could counter with a smart remark, a baritone voice came from behind you.

"I see everyone is being productive today."

Turning your head, you noticed your beloved one standing behind you, a solemn expression resting on his features. Despite going through so much stress in the past couple of weeks, Fukuzawa never failed to look dazzling in your eyes. In fact, you would argue that all this danger for the sake of the safety and survival of the Armed Detective Agency has brought back the youthful danger that captured your heart long ago.

"Good morning President. Still practicing your assassin skills, hm?" You fully turned to Fukuzawa, tracing your eyes from his lips to his eyes, trying to notice the change in his stern look.

"One must always be aware of upcoming dangers. As a matter of fact, the recent events have shown how far the enemy is willing to sick low to fulfill their corrupt plans." Everyone at the office looked at him with serious expressions, the previous light atmosphere turning dimmed. Bringing his hands out of his sleeves to cough into his fist, he continued. "If you have time, please follow me to my office, Miss Y/N-san."

He turned his heel towards the door, walking towards the exit. You peeked your head to the side towards the boys, before glaring at Dazai and Ranpo, whispering, "Please get back to work before I decide to take off my gloves." Both men straightened out before silently nodding. Making fun Kunikida is one thing. Steering the President's mood with pranks is a possibility, but not high. But making you mad?

......................

'Might as well let Yosano heal them for 12 hours or even be a victim of Mori's play dates with Elise.'

Giving all three a smile, you stroll behind Fukuzawa, leaving the office. As soon as you walk in through the President's office threshold and the door is closed, Fukuzawa wraps himself around you. Nuzzling his head into your neck, you can't help but smile. No matter how long you have been together, he continuously acts like a cat, but only to the one who holds his heart.

Though it is known that you and Fukuzawa have been together for a few years, the workplace doesn't allow for public displays of affection. Most people refer to you as big sister or Y/N-san, but to Fukuzawa, behind the closed doors and only under his gaze, his sunshine. With both of you being the "parents" of the Armed Detective Agency, finding moments of intimacy is rare, but they are cherished.

Pulling away his head from your neck, Fukuzawa brushes his hand through your hair, caressing the strands that fall off your side. The look he gives you reminds you of the lovesick look that Hades had toward Persephone, the blazing eyes that hold devotion for you and no one else.

"May I ask something, my sunshine?"

"Anything. You may share and ask anything on your mind."

A small grin grows on his lips at your sincerity.

"It would seem that I have neglected our time together, and with the recent attack from the demon Dostoevsky, I haven't taken time to show you my love for you properly." Taking a sigh, he follows with his speech. "There is a Tanabata festival happening tonight. Would you give me the honor to take you on a date, my sunshine?"

Deciding to tease a bit, you grinned, "You know it's not smart to ask rhetorical questions, right dear?"

Pulling a soft laughter, he spoke, "It would seem that Ranpo has been rubbing off on you."

"What could have possibly led you to such a conclusion Mr. Detective?"

Bringing your foreheads together, with your noses brushing slightly against one another, you can feel his warm breath on your lips, tugging you to close the space and letting your lips dance in a passionate kiss. Deciding to follow your instincts, you closed the gap, and let a smile form on your lips as what a small peck turned into a deep and ravishing kiss. Your hands tug on his yukata, as his brash and colossal hands squeeze your hips, as soft moans and groans escape both of your lips.

You quickly pull your lips before both of you do something unprofessional, letting the whole agency know what kind of beasts both you and Fukuzawa can be once both of you get turned on. You lift your hand to gently grasp his face, memorizing his facial features to your memory core.

"When and where is Tanabata festival going to be held?"

Trying to regain some composure, Fukuzawa answered, "On the outskirts of Yokohama, and 6:30 in the evening."

You lean forward, seemingly going for another kiss. However, only for you to bring your pointing finger up to his nose, "Boop." You whisper.

Taking a step back, you straightened your clothes, walking towards the door. There was so much work to complete and the promise of a date boosted your confidence to get it done quickly. As you pass through the door, you turn your head to your lover, smirking at him. "Can't wait for our date, my love." As soon as you say it, you close the door leaving Fukuzawa shocked and speechless. Only one thought flashes through his mind:

"This woman will be the death of me, I swear."

Getting ready for the festival, you decided to wear your light blue yukata, decorated with sakura petals, making it appear as if an image of flying petals was dancing on your skin. This was a present from Fukuzawa two years ago, as it reminded him of you, a fresh breath of spring that releases his soul from the gruesome past. You wrap a light pink Obi belt around your waist, smoothing out your outfit, and then finishing up with putting up your hair in a bun, with a hairpin holding it still.

Checking that everything looks good, you take your Kinchaku pouch, before taking a step out of your shared room, seeing Fukuzawa waiting for you at the hall entrance by the front door. He was wearing a dark grey yukata, in contrast to his usual green one, with a black Obi belt hugging his waist. As he hears you approach him, he lifts his gaze, only to have his eyes widen a fraction. You feel bashful under his gaze, lower your eyes to your feet, and blush creeping onto your cheeks. Suddenly, you feel him taking up your hand, only to bring it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on it.

"You look astonishing, my sunshine."

"I should be saying it to you, my dear."

Gently moving your hand, Fukuzawa places your arm through his, locking it in a hook. "Shall we head out?"

"Lead the way!"

"Look, there is strawberry and mango dango milk! We got to try it!"

"Be careful, don't trip, my love."

As people were flooding the festival, laughter and joy began to radiate through every corner of the event. The vibrant decorations of the summer festival peaking in all directions. You can hear the shouts of vendors, excitedly selling their delicious snacks and drinks, children running through the crowd with toys in their hands, and couples taking pictures at the event.

Though you have only been here for 15 minutes, there was one main priority. Food. Get the best and fresh food before it sells out.

"So it seems that you were the one who taught Ranpo how to indulge in food more than activities in the event."

Turning your head back to Fukuzawa after paying for two dango milks - strawberry and mango, and matcha flavor - you returned to him, handing him one of the milks.

"C'mon as a detective, it best to get the freshest clues before they disappear." Fukuzawa took a sip of his dango milk as you continued, "I mean, how else would you explain how I got the best-looking assassin in all of Japan?" Fukuzawa almost choked on the beverage at your comment, with you giggling into your hand.

"You are saying some dangerous stuff, sunshine. You almost had me killed."

"Would that mean that I bested the best assassin?"

"I would gladly let you best me if it means I can see your radiant face first thing in the morning."

Blushing, you turned your head away, "Now I know who taught Dazai to smooth talk women."

Both of you laughed at your comment. You could feel how the world stopped as if only you and him existed in this vast world. The past couple of weeks have been hell for you, as you watched your lover being poisoned and injured, having to fight not only the leader of Port Mafia but also before that, deal with the Guild incident and protect Yokohama all at once. Yes, he may not played the key role in successfully stopping all those attacks, but to everyone in the Agency, he was the pillar that held everyone grounded. Without him, the Agency would crumble and lose hope.

Rather than lingering on sad memories, you grasped Fukuzawa's hand, leading him to gaming vendors, trying to piece the good memories into your mind. You spend the next couple of hours going from one vendor to another, checking out fun games, and trying out new food. Like Takoyaki with Pufferfish inside, which if you two are honest, was something.....unique and unforgettable, to say the least. Or blue cheese bubble tea that almost made you puke from the simple smell of it.

The sky darkened, and Fukuzawa decided to take your hand and lead you uphill, to a clear view of the sky away from the people. As you found the spot to settle down, Fukuzawa hugged your waist, leading your head onto his chest and placing his head on top of yours, as distant cheers could be heard beneath you. You let the silence befall you, enjoying every moment as the silver moon glooms above, lighting up the world in diamonds.

After some time passes, you break the silence, "Thank you for taking me for a wonderful date. I loved everything about it."

Fukuzawa hums in response, "I am glad I could make it up to you, sunshine. I know that times have been hard on us, but..." He raises his head, looking down at you with pure love in his orbs. "I am thankful that you are willing to stay with me despite everything that has been thrown at us. Please know that even though I put my years of assassination behind me, say the word and I will raise my sword for you in the blink of an eye." Feeling the seriousness covering his voice tone, you look up to him, a small smile gracing your lips.

"I know." You sighed. "Only you can keep my heart from losing its warmth because it's now your heart and I have yours."

Staring at each other, you let your bodies speak the words your mind can't capture properly. As your lips touched each other like ghosts, a booming sound came from in front of you, signaling the fireworks show starting up.

Truly a magical moment to end a good day and a great date.

From this point, NSFW material. Proceed with caution.

Just because you can see each other briefly every day, exchanging soft kisses here and there, doesn't mean that your bodies don't crave something more. Something primal. Something that blossoms the core of pure lust and desire in the human body.

Deeping the kiss, Fukuzawa trails his hands down to your supple breasts, grazing and massaging them in a rhythmic pattern. As you felt his hand pull on one of your breasts, you moaned, opening your mouth wider, only for Fukuzawa to let his tongue trail your mouth, licking every craving that he could. Slowly, he brings back his mouth, only sucking on your lower lip. Almost automatically, you raised your head giving him access to your neck, allowing Fukuzawa to lead a trail of wet kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. He licks a few spots on your neck, before pressing kisses on them. Each causes a moan to escape your lips.

Raising his lips, he whispers, "Such a silky skin, soft to the touch, and all mine. Would you mind if leave an essence on myself for every day I left you by yourself?"

You knew that this was his way of asking for your consent for him to continue. There was already throbbing hardness brushing against your thighs, such a veil creature should not exist, but your cunt is getting wet from upcoming sensations Fukuzawa's cock is going to send through your body. You whimper, stutter laced in your voice:

"Ye~...y-....ye~s"

"You have to be a bit louder, kitten. I can't hear you over the roaming of the fireworks."

You muster all the sanity in your being before saying, "Yes. Please make me feel every inch of you in my body. I-I... beg you to fuck me till I can't walk without feeling you every step I take for the rest of my li-"

Before you could finish, Fukuzawa plunges a finger into your warm bottom lips, and wetness coats his finger, as he moves it in and out. A gasp leaves your lips, shivers spreading across your spine.

"Oh, it seems my kitten has been aching for me to properly fuck her senses out."

Fukuzawa pushes you gently on the ground, making sure you are comfortable, before proceeding with his ministration. Adding a second finger, he digs in and out, slowly curling it inside, until scissoring your insides. Your body is shaking from the pure adrenaline, as you feel yourself reaching your peak. Sensing it, Fukuzawa leans forward to your ear, whispering, "Let your pussy cum with sweet juices. But..." He picks up his pace roughly, "Only when I tell you, kitten."

The pressure was beginning to build up, until the pool of tears began to leak from your eyes, silently begging for Fukuzawa to let you cum.

"Since it's been a while since we did this, I will let you release. Now," his rasp voice deeps with lust, "Cum for me like a little slut you are."

And on that cue, you let your pussy come. Gasping from the pressure that was there inside your cunt, your high slowly dissolving. Until, you felt Fukuzawa shift his position, with him stationed between your thighs. He let out his pained and hardened dick, as it twitched from the relief of no longer being constrained by his underwear.

No matter how much you have fucked together, you will never get used to his size. He pumps his length, letting some friction coarse through it, before looking into your eyes.

"Are you sure you can handle it, sunshine?"

Nodding your head, you brought one of your hands to his cheek, caressing it gently. "I trust you to take care of me. I am all yours."

Shaking his head in acknowledgment, Fukuzawa pushed himself slowly into your pussy, making sure that every inch of you isn't lasting in pain for long. He knew that at first, it would hurt, but as you slowly adjusted to him, he proceeded to push forward, until every inch was inside your pussy. Letting your walls properly wrap his length for thirty seconds to fully grasp him in your insides, you softly muttered:

"You can move now."

Fukuzawa began to move in and out of you in a slow rhythm, ensuring that your body was feeling more pleasure than pain. As your body began to crave more friction, you grasped his back, digging your nails into his back, signaling for him to speed up. Taking the cue, Fukuzawa let his hips rock into you with stronger force, pistoling your insides to the point of making you squirt from immense pleasure. Feeling him getting close to releasing, he repositions you onto your knees and hands, moving aside your yukata to the side so he could have a look at your juicy round ass.

Following your request to make you feel him with every step you take, Fukuzawa knew that in this position he could hit your G-spot at the perfect angle, increasing pleasure that would travel through your body.

"Yukuchi~ I am going to cum! Please, I need to deeply inside my hungry pussy!"

He fastens himself, smashing and rearranging all of you inside, making your whimper and moan, like cock lover you are.

He mutters under his breath, "On my count, kitten." You rapidly nod your head.

He starts, "Three."

You continue, "Two."

And as the peak was seconds from spilling you sync your loud moan, "One!"

Semen explodes inside your clit, creaming all of your warm and stretched walls, till not a single drop is spared.

As both of you try to catch your breath, you move your head up, leaning your lips to Fukuzawa's. With your lips parted, there is only one question that lingers in both of your minds:

Another round?

[celestial-corner-of-desires]

Good day~ I have another idea, if I may, please? More softness~ How about some winter merriment? Dietfried and his significant other are being childish together -- playing snowballs, catching snowflakes on tongue, accidentally slipping on ice and pulling each other down? And, since you mentioned it in the first request, maybe it could be that perfect moment for a proposal, while laying in a pile of snow? As always, thank you so much~

I am so sorry dear for taking too long to write this! There have been complications that occurred for the past couple of weeks, so please forgive me. I hope this will make you happy!

"Formation soldier!"

You stand proudly, straightening your back, and placing one hand to your heart to salute.

"Boots on?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Cozy creamy sweater in place?"

"Affirmative."

"The red scarf gifted on the date a year and a half ago by beloved?"

Trying to contain the laughter in, you lightly responded, "Certainly, captain."

"Are the comfortable boots with warm brown coat ready to go?"

"As expected, sir."

"Good work soldier."

"Sir yes sir!"

A moment of silence falls between the two of you. The tension of the moment seems serious, until Dietfried breaks down his facade, running his hand through his hair and letting out a sigh.

"I still don't understand how you find my commanding voice more charming than my normal voice..."

"Hehe! C'mon, it is rare for you to use your serious voice outside your workplace. It helps me see all of you, not just dotting and caring lover."

Letting a grin form on his lips, he struts towards you. He looks down on you from his height, and bringing his arms around you to secure you by his side.

"Just doting and caring? What about charming? Or even handsome? Would it be too much to be called by one's lover se-"

Leaning forward, you let your lips greet him in a warm sensation. It was a quick peck, you pulling out, only for Dietfried to lean forward wanting more. His smooth lips captured yours, as if there was a magnet between you and Dietfried lips that pulled you back together, no matter how much you pulled back. You can taste the bitter coffee on his lips, mixed with a bit of his cologne and fruit fragrance from stealing a bite from your fruit during breakfast. A few giggles escaped your lips as Dietfried continued to kiss you for the next few minutes. Feeling the lack of oxygen overcoming you, you pulled your head away, only to push your forehead toward his forehead.

"As much as I would love to continue this fun 'lip exercise'," Dietfried chuckled at your wording, "Someone promised me to spend all day playing out in the snow. Rings any bell, mister?"

"Do we have to? I feel quite cozy next to you my beloved."

Giving him a pout seemed to do the trick, as he takes a deep breath, moving his head up before kissing your forehead.

"Let me get my gloves, and we can head out."

Excitement flashed through your eyes, beaming with the joy of a child. Dietfried loved that look on your face, the pure happiness that you shine to everyone around you, but only he can make it come to life. He treasures those moments when lingering past dark memories play with his perception of the world outside of warfare. Letting go of your warmth, much to his desire to hold on to you for a bit longer, Dietfried retrieves his leather gloves from the box on top the table next to the entrance, before extending his hand and looking at you.

"Shall we go before the snow melts?"

Taking his hand, you walked out of your house, heading in the direction of the outskirts of the city. Sure, there were plenty of places in the capital city where both of you could play around, but if there is one thing that both of you value it's quality time. Having a peaceful day full of laughter and excitement was more of your style between you and Dietfried.

As you walk up the road, you notice a giant snow hill, which appears fluffy and layered with different shades of crystals. A thought pops into your head. You let go of Dietfried's hand, before sprinting to the snow puddle, plumping into the thick layer of snow face forward. You can feel how deep you have sunken, barely maneuvering how to get out. Steps began to approach you before their owner shook his head.

"You are good there? Would you like a hand?"

"Nah, I got this. Give me a moment." a muffled noise came from you, causing Dietfried to sigh. A few seconds pass by with no motion coming from your body.

"Help."

"What's the magic word, love?"

"Get your ass here, before I make you join me." A burst of light laughter escaped Dietfried's lips before he lifted you by your waist. Turning you around, he wiped the snow from your cheeks and your hair. He wasn't sure if you were blushing from the snow or embarrassment.

"You look adorable, you know that right?"

"Compare to you, of cours-" You were met with the snowball lightly hitting your face. Looking flabbergasted and speechless by this betrayal, Dietfried began to hysterically laugh. Taking this chance to get at him, you formed a decent-sized snowball, delivering to his face, knocking him to the ground. Seating up from such an attack, a glimmer passes through his eyes. You can feel the chills pass through your body of the danger that was about to come.

"You are on, princess."

For the next couple of hours, you and Dietfried went from tossing snowballs at each other to finding a cabin nearby next to a frozen lake. Fortunately, there were multiple skates left over, so why not have some fun skating together? Only for Dietfried to be good at the art of ice skating, while you were trying to get a few steps in without falling like a newborn baby. Luckily, your lover chose to help you out, taking it slowly until you got the hang of it. Then, it was just you trying balance skating and trying to catch snow on your tongue. Getting Dietfried to try to do it as well, he almost crashed into the snow, causing you to giggle a bit.

As the exhaustion began to slip through your bones, both of you chose to lay on a cushion of snow hill nearby. Taking deep breaths, you conversed about heading out soon, thinking of a warm beverage waiting for both of you to warm up your bodies. The moment of tranquility between you and Dietfried felt like time had frozen. The sound of nearby animals, the withered branches, even the wind has seized to be heard. Dietfried couldn't help but think this was a moment. A moment to tell you how much you mean to him. A moment to tell you how lucky he is to have you by his side. A moment to make you his till death do you part.

Sitting up from his spot, Dietfried tunes out in his thoughts. Thinking that something bad has run through his mind, you sit up alongside him, placing your hand on top of his. Something was bothering him, but knowing that it would be best if you let him address it would make him more comfortable. You sit in silence, until a soft voice comes from Dietfried.

"Do you recall the day two week after we met? When I accidentally tripped mid-air, hopping that no one would notice, only to have you witness that mess?"

"Oh, yes! Goodness, the look of embarrassment on your face was something I'm unlikely to forget, haha. Why bring it out all of a sudden?"

"Heh, while you remember it as something of a fun memory, for me to was a trigger of catalyst. Despite seeing me in that state, you were willing to help me out and ensure that I looked presentable. You chose to show me kindness, and from that point forward your kind heart has been something that I treasure the most in my life."

Turning his head towards you, he takes both of your hands into his before continuing, "I know that for the past couple years, many horrible and unexpected events have occurred. So many people have suffered and after losing Gilbert, I honestly thought that those conflicts and the aftermath of war would completely crush my mentality. But there was an anchor that always kept me from losing sanity, and it was you."

You breath hitched at the change of tone from Dietfried.

"I may not be the best person out there for you, not deserving your love after committing so much horror for the sake of surviving the brutality of reality, not fully appreciating everything you have done for me. But I am trying. And I will continue to improve myself, so I could prove how much you and your heart have changed and healed me. There is not a single day goes by, when I am not thanking God for gifting me this opportunity to be with someone like you. I know you say that you disregard yourself, thinking that you are a burden to other for sharing your troubles, not feeling beautiful compare to others. However," he takes a breath. "I will spend the rest of my lifetime proving to you how incredible you are, that you should cherish the person I love the most. Reminding you that everything you tell me. Everything! It means a lot to me because I know that you feel confident share what troubles you, makes you happy, your preferences, your distaste, all of it! And no matter what anybody says to you or your mind decides to tell you, you are most beautiful, fascinating, funniest, and kindest person that have ever existed."

At this point tears were coming from your eyes like waterfalls, stopping at nothing as your heart was feeling lighter than a weather from such sincere and beautiful confession.

"Which is why, I must ask you something."

Pulling out a box from his coat's pocket, he opens it up with alluring ring, with the main stone being your (f/c). Moving your hands to your mouth, your mind went static, unsure how to handle so much emotion brewing in your heart.

"My dear (Y/N), I vow to always love you, to care for you, be it your brightest moment or the dimmest. I promise to cherish every moment of our time together. Will you do an honor for me to call you my wife and treat you like the only one in the world that my heart screams for from the moment I wake up to the moment my eyelids can't keep up. Will you marry me?"

From the look in your eyes and a giant smile stretching across your face, Dietfried could feel his soul leaving his body from how breathtaking you looked. Nodding your head softly, you spoke,

"I do. Till death do us apart, and may we reunite in death as well."

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⠀「 Waking him up in the middle of the night, asking for food 」 

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

trying out a different format for content when im strapped for time lmao

"Babe." You nudge him in the shoulder with a finger. His arms are wrapped around you, asleep with his face half-buried in the pillow. He doesn't respond the first time, merely twitching slightly, so you try again with more force. "Babe," you say with more urgency, and he grumbles under his breath, rousing from sleep.

"What?" he asks, voice raspy.

"'m hungry," you tell him quietly, whispering not to break the tranquility of the night.

"What?" He leans closer, and your eyes narrow.

"I'm hungry. Food please," you tell him, louder this time.

He grumbles under his breath, burying his face further into the pillow, ignoring you. His hands tighten around you so much that you nearly squeak. You gasp, affronted, and keep poking his shoulder until he finally gives in.

"You're lucky i love you," he mumbles into the pillow. With a tired groan and a glare tossed your way, he releases you and tosses the blanket off of himself. He pulls on his slippers, runs his hand through his hair, still swearing, and stands. He turns back to you, a hand outstretched to help you out of the sheets, and you grin at him victoriously.

"Fine, what do you wanna eat, you menace?" He asks around a yawn, tired, but too tightly wound around your finger to actually ever tell you no.

— Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Cyno, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Xiao, Childe

He wakes up a little bit more at your request, blinking once or twice. He frowns at you, glancing at the clock on the wall, before levelling you with an exasperated stare. "At this hour?" he asks dryly. "It couldn't wait until breakfast?"

You shake your head resolutely. "Nope. I don't think I'll be able to sleep."

He sighs, but doesn't contest further, instead pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then one to your lips. "You're so spoiled," he says it fondly though, and you beam up at him. Because really, when it comes to him, you definitely are. He slips out of bed. "I'll make you that toast that you like, okay?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically, already clambering out of the sheets after him.

— Kaveh, Diluc, Neuvillette, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo, Kaeya, Thoma, Zhongli

[celestial-corner-of-desires]

Wrio the slay calling reading clingy so reader sleeps on couch …😊 thx

x : DISTANCE :*+ﾟ

in which: you overhear wriothesley calling your affection too much, so you respect his wishes and give him some space. yet, why does he not seem like it?

warnings: 5.6k words (why did it get so long), hurt/comfort, gn!reader and wriothesley are married, pet names, no spoilers but set in canon, misunderstandings and miscommunication af, slowburn??, you might tug your hair out at some parts lol sorry, fluff with angst but happy ending, it gets emotional.

a/n: okay this was definitely not my favourite piece, i was experimenting with writing styles and writing in an omnipresent pov... so sorry if it feels clunky at some bits. overall, i'm pretty happy! also sorry for not sticking to the original prompt

Perhaps today was a bad time, you think as you leave the Fortress of Meropide, anxiety churning in your stomach and doubt weighing on your mind. Despite Fontaine’s sunrays shining brightly upon you, you feel anything but warm.  

What started as a visit to your husband with kind, wholesome intentions of delivering some lunch to him on your day off ended with a visit that left you riddled with questions. Coming at a time when he was in a meeting nearing its end, you didn’t even get the chance to speak to him, yet his words rattled around your head, replaying like a broken disc. 

“How are you and your spouse?” A rich voice echoes from his office, door slightly ajar signifying that whatever discussion was happening within was coming to an end.

“Y/n and I? We’re amazing, thank you,” Wriothesley answers. “I’m always happiest whenever I’m with Y/n.” 

The company, who you have realised is Monsieur Neuvillette, responds. “That’s good to hear.”

“Although, Y/n has been quite… affectionate recently, to the point that it’s borderlining too much-”

The conversation is drowned out by a ring of an alarm on Wriothesley’s desk and the atmosphere from his office suddenly grows in tension. The voice of the two men turn from relaxed to alarmed in a matter of seconds, and that is when you decide it is probably time to take your leave, lest you intrude on whatever emergency has happened.

Dropping the lunch you brought for Wriothesley at reception, even the receptionist was confused by how quick your visit was since they typically lasted for an hour- even longer since Wriothesley likes to push the amount of time he gets with you. They don’t question it, though, merely nodding in understanding when you tell them to drop it off for him on your behalf.

Has Wriothesley always thought of your affection as too much? If it was overwhelming him, why didn’t he tell you? And why Neuvillette, the Chief Justice of Fontaine, of all people? You understood the nature of their relationship- how they both tend to confine in each other with whatever they are troubled by, but why couldn’t your husband come to you about this directly? You made an oath on your wedding day to be fully honest with each other and to never hide anything. Where did that promise go?

Arriving home with a heavy heart, you immediately flop onto the couch, arm covering your eyes as tears sting the corners of your eyes. Perhaps it’s time you lessen your displays of physical affection before you drive the love of your life away.

Wriothesley, looking down at the contents of your boxed lunch, feels his heart warm in his chest at your display of care. How fortunate he is to have someone like you, he thinks before eating, satisfying his hungry stomach that has been aching for food since half an hour ago. He wonders why you didn’t see him personally and dropped it off instead, he would have liked to eat with you beside him.  

Whatever the reason, he’ll make sure to drop by your favourite bakery to purchase some conch madeleines as a thank you. 

When he returns home later in the evening, you’re asleep on the couch, curled up with only a book on your chest to protect you from the chilly air seeping into the house. Wriothesley quickly lays his coat over you, bookmarking the page you were at before retreating to change into more relaxing clothes. You still have not roused when he returns and as much as it pains him to disturb you, he doesn’t want you napping too late lest it disturbs your sleep schedule.

“Y/n?” He gently shakes you. Slowly, you come to wakefulness, eyes fluttering open as you gaze up at your husband.

“Wriothesley? You’re home?” You murmur, rubbing your eyes whilst slowly sitting up. “What time is it?”

“Nearing six in the evening.”

“Oh my! I didn’t mean to sleep that long! I’ll go get dinner ready, you should rest, you must have had a long day-”

Silencing you with a warm kiss to your forehead, you don’t melt into it like you usually would, his words from earlier slamming back into you like a brick. He doesn’t notice the way you tense, merely brushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll cook,” Wriothesley offers, grabbing something he left on the table behind him. “Have some madeleines I bought for you whilst you wait.”

He places a bag of the baked goods in your hands and you smile at him, lips chapped and eyes still drowsy, yet Wriothesley thinks you’re the most beautiful being to ever exist. 

“Thank you,” you murmur.

“I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” The dark-haired leaves you with another kiss to your temple before turning around to go into the kitchen. However, you stop him with a tug on his wrist which you drop almost immediately when he turns around, acting as if his skin was an open flame that licked you. 

“Darling, you have a sticker on your arm.” You reach up to grab the piece of adhesive, ripping it off him in one smooth motion. 

“Those melusines,” he murmurs, rolling his eyes with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. For how much Wriothesley scolds them, he cannot bring himself to actually get mad at them, letting the little creatures play pranks instead of reprimanding them. 

“I’m surprised they keep getting by you. Maybe you need to sharpen your instincts.”

“Quiet, you,” there’s no bite to his words.

“They put a little crab on you,” you giggle. “Must be going through an ocean-themed sticker book. You had a little shell on you yesterday.”

“I did? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I find it funny.” 

He sits down beside you, dinner momentarily forgotten. “Do you now?” The dark-haired murmurs. “Turns out my own spouse is against me also.”

“If it brings me amusement, why not let the melusines play their pranks a little longer?”

“You are an awful influence,” Wriothesley winds his arms around your torso, pushing you down into the pillows of the couch. There, you almost sink into him, lured by the warmth of his embrace, but the memory of what you overheard sinks into your gut like an icicle, and your smile fades.

You pat his shoulders in surrender. “Shouldn’t you be working on dinner, dear? It’s already quite late.” You pray he doesn’t notice the way you have suddenly altered the mood, drying the playful atmosphere.

If he does notice, he doesn’t comment on it, getting up with a groan before retreating into the kitchen. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

There’s a whistle from the doorway to your bedroom, low and appreciative, and the culprit is no one other than Wriothesley. He walks towards you, draping himself over your figure sat in front of the mirror. “Where are you going tonight?”

“Clorinde and I are going to dinner together,” you tell him nonchalantly, as if all of his weight wasn’t on your shoulders right now. 

He pouts. “When will you be home?”

“Not too late, that’s for sure. We’re meeting at the other side of the Court of Fontaine, though.”

“An evening without my love, whatever shall I do?”

“You’ll live,” you smile before raising a necklace up to him. “Help me put this on?”

With a huff, he raises himself off your back and gently takes the jewellery from your hands, careful with the jewels that adorn it. His cold touch grazes against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine as he successfully clasps it together. When you meet his gaze in the mirror, it’s full of adoration and admiration, and you have to busy yourself with your hair lest it flusters you too much. 

Standing up, you swiftly walk out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Wriothesley trails behind you without much thought. “I’ll get going now before I’m too late.”

“Do you need me to accompany you there?” 

“It’s alright, thank you for offering.” Disappointment floods him like an ocean as he watches you put on your shoes. With one final fidget of your clothes, you deem yourself presentable and turn to him. “See you tonight, darling-”

“-Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?” Your eyes widen in alarm as you begin frantically patting yourself down. “I brought my wallet, keys? They’re here, what am I forgetting?”

Wriothesley pretends like your cluelessness doesn’t hurt more than it actually does. He taps his cheek. “A kiss.”

“Oh, of course. How could I be so careless?” you laugh, the corners of your eyes scrunching with delight. Wriothesley has a remark resting on the tip of his tongue but it quickly dies when you step forward, anchoring your hand on his chin before you press a kiss to his cheek; to both cheeks for good measure. 

“Love you,” you murmur when parting. 

The desire to keep you home is a burning one, and pleads of ‘stay’ threaten to spill from his mouth. There is nothing more he wants than to be in your arms, to cling to you until the weekend is over in the blink of an eye, but you are your own person, and no matter how needy he is, Wriothesley should not stand in the way of your fun. 

“I love you more,” he sighs, holding open the front door for you. “Be back soon.”

“I’ll try. Bye dear!” You blow him a kiss before walking out of your garden.  

He watches you leave with a heart heavy with longing, closing the front door once you’re out of sight and tries to sigh the feeling of emptiness away. 

Later that night, Wriothesley greets you the second he hears the front door being unlocked, urgent strides allowing him to turn the corner just as you open the door, looking as pristine as you did when you left. There’s a small, tired smile on your face, but you look happy, blissful expression brightening when you see him. 

“Hello, love,” you say, slipping your shoes off.

“Welcome back,” he says, embracing you with one, muscular arm whilst pulling you in for a kiss. Your hands unusually fly up to hold his shoulders and Wriothesley thinks he’s imagining the way you push him slightly, as if trying to get him out of your personal space. Yet your grasp on him was so tight, creating temporary divots in his skin that he doesn’t really know what you’re trying to do.

Why are you trying to push him away in the first place? The thought of you not wanting him near is upsetting enough to make him unknowingly tighten his grip around you, causing you to stumble into him from the momentum. 

You look up at him, shocked whilst he gazes down at you with a storm of terror gathering in his eyes. For the first time since the two of you got married all those years ago, a rift forms.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Whatever occurred that night isn’t a topic of conversation, ever. The two of you retreated to bed after a quick conversation of how your evenings were before devolving into other topics, like what the week ahead had in store, restaurants you two should visit sometime, new boutiques and bakeries you’ve been hoping to explore- little chats that hold more meaning as the days roll by.

During it all, there was an undeniable heaviness to the conversation that made it slightly uncomfortable. Wriothesley cannot remove the memory of how you tried to push him away and you cannot forget the shocked look in his eyes. The more you picture it, the guiltier you feel, heart sinking in your chest.

You thought that it was what Wriothesley wanted: more space from you, an opportunity to breathe without you overwhelming his space.

So why do you feel so bad about respecting his wishes?

“What a lovely view!” You exclaim excitedly, running toward a patch on the grass that sits a few metres away from a nearby beach, the sound of waves meeting shore a soothing lullaby and a testament to how calm the day is. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and you’re out on a picnic with the love of your life.

“Here’s a nice spot to set up, what do you think, Wriothesley?” You ask.

“Sounds amazing, darling,” he responds, setting down the picnic basket when you’ve laid out the blanket. You sit down with an unglamorous huff, leaning back onto your hands to let the morning sun soak into your features.

Morning picnics were one of yours and Wriothesley’s favourite date ideas. The best time to be together was before the sun would rise to its highest peak, bearing hot sunrays that make everything uncomfortable for everyone. Fontaine’s sun is never merciful either, which is why the nation is perfect for diving and all other water-related activities, but when you are simply walking around, it becomes rather suffocating.

The Fortress of Meropide’s administrator takes a seat beside you and you indulge by resting your head on his shoulder, hoping that he isn’t uncomfortable under your touch. The dark-haired hasn’t shaken you off yet, so you keep resting against him.

“How did you discover this place?” You ask.

“Siora told me of it, said that a passenger on the aquabus was talking to her about it. She thought that it sounded like a delightful place to take you to,” he answers and you can’t help but smile, fiddling with your fingers.

Melusines and their wholesome ways. You’ll find a way to thank Siora later. “How kind of her and how fortunate for us.”

“I take it you like it here then?”

“I love it,” you tuck your legs closer to your chest and Wriothesley leans back on his arms as well, letting your hands rest beside each other as the sea continues to crash on the shore before you. There are seals resting nearby too, ships pass by here and there, and seagulls stop near the two of you before flying away, but the only thing that matters to Wriothesley is you leaning on his shoulder.

Sharing with him the breakfast sandwiches you packed, no words are exchanged, merely the sound of waves crashing against the shore occupy the tranquil silence. It’s not until a few minutes later that Wriothesley speaks. 

“Will you be visiting me at the office today?” He asks.

You tear your gaze away from the horizon. “Perhaps. Do you want me to?”

“Would I really be asking if I didn’t?”

“Please, forego the sass, your grace,” you snort and he rolls his eyes, an affectionate smile pulling on his lips. 

“Seriously though, I would like you to. You know how dreary and boring weekends at the prison get, would be much better having you there.”

“Are you trying to butter me up?”

“Is it working?” 

“Maybe,” you mutter, grinning. “Would you like me to bring lunch with me or shall we go find a place to eat?”

“How about takeout? Hey wait, now that I think about it, why didn’t you stay the other day when you brought lunch for me? I would have much rather seen your pretty face than the receptionist’s.”

You ignore the butterflies blooming in your stomach because of his compliment. “An emergency happened just as I reached there. I didn’t want to be caught in the middle of it, so I left.”

Confusion shines in his eyes, his expression giving away the cogwork ticking in his brain as he tries to pinpoint what emergency you could be referring to. When the pieces click, his eyes widen a little. “I see. You did the right thing, my love,” he presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“I’ll visit you today,” you whisper, toying with the hem of your clothes as you wait for his response. 

“Amazing. I’m looking forward to it, then”

You stay true to your word, walking down the path you recognise like the back of your hand. The guards need not think twice about welcoming you in, guiding you straight in the direction of Wriothesley’s office. 

Since being with him, you’ve grown less and less afraid of how daunting the Fortress can feel, adapting to the chill knowing that there is someone in there who will set himself ablaze to keep you warm. Yet, today you walk in with apprehension clasped around your ankles, threatening to pull you under with each step. 

It’s ridiculous, you know Wriothesley would never turn you away or shun you, but the mind is the worst enemy and yours can’t stop replaying the conversation you overheard weeks ago. You know Wriothesley could open those heavy doors of his and greet you with something more grim than loving and cast you aside, and you have to hold your breath when the guards knock on your behalf.

Your heart skips a beat when they push open the doors, revealing your husband crouched over his desk, hands mussed in his hair to keep them out of his eyes. He looks up at you and the way a smile manifests on his features is akin to that of fire melting ice, fatigue dissipating as you step inside his office.  

“Hello, dear,” you greet, tone soft and controlled, unlike the thrashing of your gut.

“Hi,” he stands up and takes great strides towards you. Naturally, you open your arms for him; unnaturally, you merely hug him instead of greeting him with a kiss. Wriothesley keeps you locked in his arms as he digs his nose into your neck and you feel the way his eyes flutter close against your skin.

“Long day?”

“Draining too,” he murmurs. 

“Oh dear, we cannot have your grace tired, whatever shall we do!” You gasp overdramatically, clearly poking fun at him because you are perhaps one of the only people who could do so in this entire building. 

The dark-haired accepts it and doesn’t bother to correct your use of formalities. Instead, he retracts his head out of your neck to look at you with hopeful eyes instead. “You could give me a kiss.” 

“Did you do anything today to earn it?”

“I need to earn my kisses now?”

“You should shut up sometimes,” you murmur before placing your hands along his jaw, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He smiles against you, biting back a quip when his hand comes to the base of your neck, holding you against him. You can tell he needed the proximity, judging by his little exhale and the way his shoulders slouch, so you let him take his time and ignore the nagging in your heart.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Wriothesley is losing his mind. He has been since you left the Fortress of Meropide, and was left to freeze in the ache of your lack of affection. A goodbye kiss is customary between you two and when you didn’t give him one before leaving, it felt like a slap to the face. He would have much rather you just slapped him, actually, so what gives? 

You’re not rejecting his advances, but you’re not explicitly initiating anything either. Does that mean he should back off, too? Did he do something to upset you, and if so, when? All this thinking and speculating is making him feel like a pathetic headless chicken who can’t even talk to his spouse-

“-Wait!” You exclaim, just as he was about to grab the knob to the front entrance and step out. Instead, Wriothesley turns around to be greeted by the sigh of you frantically scrambling to him, and his heart can’t help but come alive, silencing his thoughts.

Stopping to a slide before him, he can’t hold back a soft grin. Despite just wrangling out of the claws of sleep, you’re so breathtaking, delicate in the mornings when no one else is around but him. The dark-haired is grateful that only he is able to witness you like this, that you trust him with this vulnerable side of you.

You don’t meet his gaze, eyes pinned to his chest instead. “Your tie is crooked,” you murmur hands reaching out before he even gets a chance to look down. “Let me help you.”

How can he deny such a kind request of yours? You’re gentle with him, undoing his knot and weaving it together until it looks proper, but Wriothesley couldn’t care what his tie looks like. You could be making a total fool of him and he wouldn’t care, too entranced by your glow to tear his eyes away from you. There’s a little scrunch in your forehead as you concentrate, mouth slightly parted and you’re not oblivious to his gaze either, too familiar with the intensity of it to get shy. 

Finally satisfied with your work, you let go, patting his shoulders and smoothing out any wrinkles in his garment. “There. All done.” 

“Thank you, dear,” he murmurs. 

Wriothesley is expecting a kiss from you, waits for the moment that you’ll rise onto your toes and place a peck on his lips to fill him with some energy for the day. He waits for the familiar feeling of your lips pressing against his, and waits for the rush of adrenaline that your touch always manages to ignite.

Except it never comes, and it hurts most to confess that some part of him preempted this. You step away from him without another word, or kiss, and his heart burns at your retraction, unease fluttering the lining of his stomach when you turn around to retreat into the living room. Wriothesley moves without thinking, a hand coming up to your waist to stop your steps as he forcefully pulls you back to him, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, one far more intense than the ones you usually give this early in the morning. 

You notice the desperation that bleeds from him; a certain fervour uncharacteristic in situations of morning domesticity. 

There’s a bright glimmer of surprise in your eyes when he pulls away, as if he had kissed away all your fatigue and shocked wakefulness into you. 

“Have a good day at work,” you murmur, barely able to choke the words out. 

“I will,” he replies, opening the door. You stay and watch him go, still trying to recover your breath over his passionate display of affection. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day his racing thoughts get to him is the eighth day of this strange treatment of yours. At this point, he’s become insatiable, barely able to hold it together as you remain in the centre of his world. He wants your affection again, he wants your displays of love, he wants you near him so badly that it’s driving him up the walls of the Fortress. 

It’s irrational for him, a grown man, to skirt around his problems as if he was a teenager. For some reason, Wriothesley has no issue locking up and containing some of Fontaine’s most dangerous criminals, yet when it comes to you, he becomes a lovesick fool who craves everything his partner can give. 

You still are not initiating any displays of affection, keeping to yourself unless it is him acting first. 

But after being locked in his own study for hours, unable to distract himself from you when he was really meant to be reading some new court documents from Neuvillette, he snaps. Pushing his chair out with more force than necessary, he searches for you in the living room, where you are curled up in the corner, reading.

“Is everything alright?” Wriothesley’s interruption shocks you, and you jolt your head up to meet his gaze. 

You are met with the sight of him leaned against the wall, muscular arms crossed over his chest. “Why wouldn’t they be?” You ask, not letting your gaze linger for too long on his arms before sitting up just a little straighter.

“Dunno. Just double checking.”

“Okay,” you hum softly, nodding. “Are you alright?”

“Me?” How could you switch this up on him so quickly?

“Yeah.”

“Fine, amazing, just dandy.” 

You raise an eyebrow at your husband, not truly believing him but you decide it’s best not to press on. “Alright… but if anything is wrong, don’t be afraid to tell me.” You go back to your book and your hair falls perfectly in front of your face to hide it from him.

Wriothesley shifts his weight from one leg to the other, trying to find the words to speak up and ask why you were acting so weird. It’d been two hours and twenty-four minutes (and counting) since you last saw him when he disappeared into his study, were you not concerned for him in the slightest? Sure you dropped off a plate of fruit and refilled his teapot with hot water, but normally your check-ins would be a little more frequent, and a little more encouraging than just a morale boost through food. 

Where was the cheek kiss you always gave him before you left?

Deciding not to press on any further, your husband sighs before leaving, his arms and heart feeling emptier than usual. You are only in the next room, but why do you feel like you’re on the other side of Teyvat?

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The day Wriothesley snaps is the day Sigewinne asks him to be nicer to the guards of the Fortress because his foul mood is darkening the already glum prison. His subordinates must have sent her knowing that he couldn’t possibly lash out at her, and they were right, but she really didn’t need to comment on the way his veins have been more prominent recently, or how creases are forming on his forehead from how hard he’s been scowling. To top it off, she said that he should delay the appearance of wrinkles for as long as necessary, because there’s a good chance they’ll come earlier than he wants.

He’s not even a day over thirty, and yet, he is being reprimanded for ‘ageing’. But he knows the problem, and he’ll be damned if he lets it drag out for another day. 

“Welcome home, baby-” your greeting is cut off unceremoniously by your husband, who practically drags you into his embrace, closing you in with no space for you to breathe or move. Your cries of alarm are muffled against his chest, and he easily picks you up before striding the path to your shared bedroom. There, he all but throws you onto the bed, your neck resting on the pillows as he climbs on after you. “Wriothesley?”

He shushes you.

“What-”

“-I need this,” he wraps around you like a vine and breathes you in with the fervour of a man starved. 

When you try to shuffle away from under him, or at the very least sit up, Wriothesley groans, borderlining a growl as he tightens his arms around your middle. You don’t question or disobey his wants, merely sinking your head into the pillows in understanding that he must have had a particularly rough day. 

So instead of repelling his touch, you give in and let a hand snake up to his hair, playing with it as you let Wriothesley lay atop you. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders melts away, and the way you’re scratching his scalp is enticing him to rest, except there is a barrier keeping him from reaching a haven of dreams and he won’t rest peacefully until he’s broken through it.

“Why have you been so distant lately?” He garbles, voice a lot shakier from the usual stoic Wriothesley that you are used to.

You heard him loud and clear, but a pathetic ‘pardon?’ slips past your lips.

“I said, why have you been so distant lately?” This time, he’s firm, determination seeping into his tone as a hand of his sneaks out from underneath you to search for your hand. After patting around, he finds it and holds it gently, raising it to press a long kiss to your knuckles. 

It’s silent. You don’t have anything to say in response and it’s past the grace period where you can give an excuse and make it sound like the truth, and Wriothesley looks up at you with expectant eyes. There’s hurt in them but as much as you’d like to mend the heartbroken expression of his, admitting the truth is difficult, because it has eaten you alive, gnawing at your heart for days on end. 

“I…I don’t have it in me to tell you,” you murmur quietly, looking away and slipping your hand out of his, but Wriothesley is tired of this dance of yours and chases after your touch, this time roughly grasping your wrists. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you rooted. 

“I didn’t do anything, did I?” He asks, raising your hand to his cheek. 

Your voice is quiet when you confess. “If I said you didn’t, I’d be lying.” 

The dark-haired stiffens. “What?” 

“Nothing,” you cough.

“No, Y/n, be honest with me here.”

“You’re going to laugh at me, or find me ridiculous.” Wriothesley’s heart clenches at your admittance, frowning at the fractures of insecurity piercing you like glass, but most of all, he hates that he can’t stop you from feeling this way. “I thought what I did was what you wanted.”  

“Which was?” 

“Some distance, just- not me crowding your personal space all the time.”

“Why would I ever want that?”

“I can get overbearing sometimes, and I don’t know, just assumed that would annoy you.”

“You’re not telling me everything, I can tell something happened to make you feel this way. Please, darling, just tell me the truth. I promise you I won’t judge or think differently of you.” 

You sigh. “I… I overheard you and Monsieur Neuvillette the other day- when I dropped off lunch. You said that my affection was sometimes too much, and that I was making you uncomfortable, so I thought that you wouldn’t want me to be around you anymore. I didn’t want to drive you away so I, y’know…”

Confusion fills him stomach like water and it takes a few moments before it hits him, the memory coming back to him. You heard his conversation out of context- he wasn’t complaining about you, no, quite the opposite, but it just seems that you weren’t there for the parts that mattered most, and now you can’t even bear to look him in the eye. 

“Honey, please look at me,” his voice thins into a vulnerable whisper that pleads for you to glance his way so you can see how he is head over heels in love with you. 

When your gaze finally meets his, he almost cracks under the weight of your sadness, and it dawns upon him that you can’t feel the adoration he holds for you, dripping from his heart into your hands. You can’t see the mountains he’d overcome just to end the day resting in your arms. You don’t know the extent he would go just to win your love.

It’s a fact that kicks at his knees, shuns him down and bruises his heart. If the Fortress of Meropide has taught him anything, it’s that there is no point holding your feelings back from living fully. There is no point to contain the human heart that has every desire to live with others, he has seen the sorrow of prisoners saying goodbye to loved ones, and how they dwell over words they should have said. Even his own time as a prisoner taught him so, because everytime he sat behind those bars, the faces of people he should have been more open to kept him awake at night. 

Wriothesley would rather drown in primordial water than see you, the most important person in his life, hurting over his own negligence. You have been feeling half-loved because of him and he doesn’t know how he can make it up to you.

“You misunderstand. I wasn’t talking about you negatively, I was talking to Neuvillette about how loved you made me feel that way, and how grateful I am to have someone like you as my partner,” he confesses earnestly, eyes pleading for you to believe him.

You blink at him, comprehending his words carefully. “Really?” You ask.

“I would never think otherwise,” he whispers.

As if a weight was lifted from your shoulders, a smile pulls at your lips and suddenly, a laugh spills from them, causing your expression to scrunch up with joy, looking the most lively Wriothesley has seen you in a while. He laughs with you too, just a little. 

“I’m sorry,” you confess through dying fits of laughter. “I shouldn’t have assumed like that, how stupid.”

He shakes his head, “you have nothing to apologise for, you’re not at fault. But I beg you, never hide things like this from me again and tell me whenever something bothers you.”

You nod, “I will.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Never ever think that I want to be away from you,” Wriothesley grumbles, hiding himself in the crook of your neck. “That was the worst week of my life.” 

“Sorry for putting you through all that.”

“Stop apologising.” He demands. “Just, no more secrets.” 

“I love you, Wriothesley.” 

He sighs shakily, relief tangible in his tone. “I love you more.”

A damp patch forms on your collar bone right where his tears would fall, and you place a kiss on his forehead for each drop you feel on your skin. There is still much to discuss, much to mend between the two of you, but his hands run along your skin like he’s trying to memorise and mark you, so you never doubt his devotion again. 

*sighs and puts hands on hips* i don't really like that ending either so don't judge lol

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⌗︙・⚠︎ being intimidated by love-struck and obsessed wriothesley ⚠︎ ♡⸝⸝

Wriothesley is aware of how intimidating he is.

Sometimes he doesn't even mean to be, and he feels a bit guilty about it. Given his stoic and less-than-inviting expressions, he doesn't blame the average person for flinching in his presence whenever they notice him in the vicinity. Hell, he's accidentally given the staff at some of the restaurants he frequents a bit of a fright from his tone and expression alone. And all because he had been simply inquiring about his meal, as it had taken longer than usual to be brought out.

But his seemingly unapproachable manner doesn't mean that Wriothesly doesn't attract his fair share of admirers and potential suitors. He'd have to be a fool to not see the lovestruck stares that were thrown his way by certain individuals, to not hear the hushed whispers of admirers fawning over his attractive features and squealing whenever he'd coldly glance their way for a split second. He isn't one to let all of that admiration inflate his ego, let alone pay much attention to it, to begin with. If at all, he'd rather avoid people's attention, much preferring to enjoy the quietness of solitude.

But he doesn't care about any one of them. Wriothesly only cares about you—his eyes are reserved for you and you alone.

Love-struck gazes on your form are often what he finds himself doing a good majority of his time, his heart beating so hard—so painfully loud—that he feels dizzy by just looking at you. Wriothesly looks at you as if you're the very reason he takes each breath, the reason why he wakes up and gets up out of bed, the very reason why he lives on. Sometimes if he catches himself passing by a mirror after having seen you, his cheeks and even ears are tinged with blush. To the unsuspecting eye, the dark haired male is more akin to a happy dog having received a treat for being good, his gentle smile and softened eyes making him look nothing like the intimidating man he is supposed to be.

But his lovesick puppy gazes fade away upon seeing you with somebody else, somebody else making you smile and laugh in a way that makes his belly fill with warmth but is quickly snuffed out once he remembers that your sweet laughter is not for him. Jealously rears its rotten, ugly head within Wriothesly's gaze, sick thoughts coiling to fruition within his mind. He cannot stand the thought, let alone the sight, of you interacting so merrily with someone that is not him. If looks could kill, then the bastard would have long since torn to pieces, left as a bloody pile heaped upon the ground long ago. He ends up crushing the fragile tea he'd been holding in his hand to pieces from the raw anger surging through his veins.

But it is not just possessiveness that fuels his obsession with you. It is envy—envy that others could make you laugh and grin so merrily in ways that he cannot. You are uneasy around him, unwilling to spare him one of your smiles that renders him a clumsy fool.

Self-hatred festers inside him every time you flinch in his presence, how when he does manage to ease a measly excuse of a conversation from you, you don't even look him in the eyes—the dust gathering in the dingy corner of a room is far better than looking at him. He supposes that your less-than-stellar first meeting has something to do with your wariness around him, as well as his frightening demeanor and voice—he sometimes forgets that he comes off as scary to you even if that was far from what he was intending.

But Wriothesly can only hold in his suppressed feelings for so long. He's only human, and even he has his limits too after all, no matter how standoffish and collected he appears on the surface. He wants nothing more than to lose himself in your warm embrace, bury his nose in the side of your neck and soak in the tranquility of being so intimately close to you without having to worry about scaring you off once again. Those daydreams that leave him shuddering with need and wanting more can hardly suffice anymore.

Wriothesley is uncertain for how much longer he could possibly hold in his festering feelings.

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thinking about idol reader and fan alhaitham except he’s very lowkey about it and secretly goes to every concert and fan meeting you have, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses that really shouldn’t work to conceal his identity but miraculously does.

alhaitham who calls himself a casual fan but has all of your albums displayed on a rack in his room along with an entire wall of posters of your face, the signed note he has from you is framed and placed right on top of his desk to be looked at whenever he needs a boost when he’s studying.

alhaitham who just got out of a thesis defense wearing a whole ass suit, looking entirely out of place in a sea of sweaty teenage girls and middle-aged men wearing merch with your face in it, but he’ll brave through the whole ordeal if it means getting to talk to you during a fan meeting.

alhaitham who has you as his phone’s wallpaper, which is why he never opens it when he’s in campus nor does he let anyone borrow it, even during emergencies. one memorable time was when kaveh broke his leg and needed alhaitham’s phone to call his mom, and after several arguments, alhaitham agreed but only after changing his wallpaper and locking several apps so kaveh wouldn’t be able to snoop.

alhaitham who knocks into kaveh during a concert, so now he’s stuck having to do the chores because of blackmail.

alhaitham who grits his teeth to keep from outing himself as your fan whenever kaveh goes into long monologues during class about your songs, having to bite back his tongue in order to stop himself from blurting out that no, your songs aren’t just full of cutesy lyrics, they have a deeper meaning to them that goes into the realities of the real world and how it affects people blah blah blah.

and it isn’t until the entire room is silent save for the sound of his long-winded rant that alhaitham realizes that he may just be a little in too deep to be called a casual fan.

“maybe the literal wall of posters should have clued you in on it,” kaveh tells him with an unimpressed stare.

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— can I have a taste?

— not proofread.

Whenever Alhaitham looks at you, he couldn't help but question if it was possible to radiate such vitality, especially from a person and not just the sun.

This man was all tough and reserved, talking wasn't his best suit and he admits it. However, you, for some reason, you were an exception, you had radiated such charm that it pulled his heart. Your laughter, your smile, your expressions—dear Archons, you're just so endearing to him that he just inhales and forgets to exhale by just thinking of you.

So, he would make flimsly excuses just to talk to you."New perfume?" he asked sweetly, leaning against the counter.

"Hm? You noticed?" You cooed and brought your wrist to his nose, for him to smell. "Smells good right? I brought it yesterday."

Alhaitham couldn't help but get closer to catch a better whiff of your fragrance. It smelled delightful, like the scent of an outdoor picnic. He leaned closer, brushing his nose against your wrist as he did so.

"Smells good," he mumbled.

There was no way to deny it. He liked you.

You chuckled and retreat your wrist as you continued to mix the the dough with your hands. He couldn't help but chuckle as well, admiring the way your bare skin glowed in the sunlight, your gentle and supple hands kneading the dough.

"Do you know what it reminds me of?" he inquired, grinning as he leaned in closer.

"What?" You tilt your head as you looked at him. The moment his gaze met yours, there was no going back. Your orbs had a way of drawing him in, making him want to get closer. Your presence alone had a power over him.

"You," he murmured. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to know.

He leaned in close, his nose brushing against your lips. "Can I have a taste?" he whispered.

You were slightly caught off guard. "What, the dough?" You ask but he shook his head. "You." "you're saying weird things again, Hai." You groaned from embarrassment. "You don't kiss your roommate, you don't say you wanna taste them," You murmured and tried to hide your embarrassment. You kept kneading the dough.

He sighed at your reluctance.

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have said that. It's just—I've been watching you. I've seen the way you dance when you're alone. The way you laugh when you're drunk. The way you knead dough."He hesitated, then spoke again, his voice soft with longing."You're so beautiful. I want to touch you. To taste you. I want you to know that." He took your chin in his hands, "Please. Let me kiss you."

Oh to hell with this man.

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IMAGINE GOJO....

...leaning on the doorframe of Minka, observing the interaction between his students and his beloved, joking around and teasing one another. Being known as the strongest sorcerer of his time, Gojo doesn't seem like a man who would be willing to stay with someone, based on his responsibilities and personality. But, who would have thought that you would drill your way not only into his heart but also his every thought?

You were nothing but a grade-1 sorcerer back in Jujutsu High years, while he was in a special grade. He acknowledged your existence back then, but didn't make an effort to get to know you. After Geto left Jujutsu High, with the determination to eradicate every non-curse user from existence, there was a null feeling inside of Gojo. The memories of fun times, when both of them were laughing and making fun of one another, while silently protecting one another. Nothing seems to get Gojo's mind out of the dark water his mind drowning him in. Until you choose to step in. Despite being obnoxious and self-centered, he reminded you of a cat. Somebody who knows and acts like the world belongs to them, but still craves attention and approval. You knew when you came to Gojo as he sat in his pit of loneliness that you couldn't help him automatically feel better, but you decided to give it a shot. You asked him if you could chat with him, only to receive a small nod, before sitting close to him. You started off with the small talk, trying to loosen up the tension. Though Gojo gave small responses back, it seemed to lift his mood a small bit. So thinking of a way to get him to talk, you asked him what is his favorite memories with Geto. That got you a weird look from Gojo, suspicious of why you were curious, but seeing that he had nothing to lose, he indulged your curiosity. Gojo was expecting you to get bored of his rambling and leave him be, but you persisted, asking questions and arguing over Gojo boasting about his amazing brilliance, when in fact he was a dummy. This got a small chuckle from Gojo, saying "Of course this is true. Why would I, Satoru Gojo, lie about myself?". From this interaction forward, you and Gojo began to chat more frequently, with him walking with you to your classes and back, going out to arcades, and eating out at fast food restaurants. What you failed to notice as you were having fun with Gojo, was the way Gojo began to look at you when you noticed something that piqued your interest. He would crack jokes just to hear your sweet laughter. Hell, he even went as far as to help you perfect your cursed energy techniques, being patient and caring, but stern as well. After a while and countless nights of denying his attraction, Gojo decided to ask you out. You were surprised at this sudden proposal, but you chose to give it a shot. The best decision of your life, according to Gojo. After the first date, came the second, then the third, and so forth. The Gojo clan elders were seething with venom and acid, but who cares about that when the meaning and the light of his life were you? You, his lovely beloved, who stood with him through rough times, through blood and tears, always being there for him. To ensure that there won't be a day that he doesn't hear your voice, see your smile, or feel your lips on his, Gojo had to do something. To make his and only his, he asked for your hand in marriage. Let's just say your soul left your body for half a second from pure excitement, only to jump at his kissing his face with joy.

Now being almost married half a decade, Gojo can't help but think how lucky his life become since that day you got to know each other. As he watches his students experience the same kindness from you, he feels proud that you are here for them as well. Deciding to join your little circle, Gojo thought that after his mission tomorrow, he should take you for a small vacation out of the country. He hasn't spoiled his beautiful one in some time.

It was October 30, 2017.

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IMAGINE DAZAI.....

....and you walking on top of the bridge that Dazai always tried to invite women to commit double suicide with him on, only to be rejected countless times. But now, as he is next to you, as the warm air passes by you, he can't help but think that there is nothing more he wants in life than to live in tranquility with you by his side. Though he was raised in the shadow, taught to trust no one and turn any weakness into a tool of manipulation, with you it was different. With you, he can feel like nothing needs to be hidden behind the façade of a perfect human being. With you, his heart is telling him that you are trustworthy in carrying his burden, even if his mind often tells him otherwise. With you, he is no longer a tool of manipulation. There are no chains that bind him to Port Mafia and its bloodstained world. There are no voices to tell him to commit something horrendous only to please their selfish needs. When you stepped into his life, he didn't think much of you, just another pretty thing to ask to commit suicide with him, but after getting to know you better, both his mind and his heart began to spark with joy as you greeted him, talked to him, cared for him, scolded him. Every interaction made him crave more, making Dazai wake up every day with a little smile on his face, as the first person he thinks about is you. Oh, you. How enchanted you made this monster fall under your spell! Though he doesn't commit crimes freely as before, he knew that if you asked him to dispose of someone, he would eliminate everyone just to see you smile. Now the question is...

When is he going to reveal his darkest secret, that you are his reason for living?

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Good day~ Reading that Dietfrid request of mine… I fell in love with your writing style. I appreciate it so much! You truy are a wonderful writer. May I request something else for him? More soft moments, maybe s/o hugging him from behind and burying the head against his back? Calm and soft moments, yes. I think, Dietfried is in dire need of something like that. Even though he is a difficult character with enough negative traits, I see them as a mask, I think he needs someone, with whom he can just drop that mask of an arrogant, cynical and cold person (after reading all VE novels, I think, he's actually not like that), and just accept some warmth, care and love into his life.

I'm happy to hear that you enjoyed it!

Sorry for taking long to write this, I wanted to add a little element of angst to spice things up. As always, I hope you will like this one as well.

"So, when I can expect you to be home?"

"I am not quite sure. Depending on the weather, I should return before the sun sets."

You watched as Dietfried dressed himself, buttoning up his shirt and straightening up his tie in the mirror. Deciding to admire your lover from behind, you lean yourself against the doorframe, mesmerized by his features. From his tall build, and broad shoulders that frame his body so perfectly, to his huggable waist that you like to hold tight when tackling him from behind for surprise cuddles. Until the memory from the previous night's activities flashes through your mind, remembering the intimacy and passion that Dietfried unleashed upon your body, imprinting himself all over you. As you got lost in his appealing appearance, Dietfried closed his eyes, before arrogantly smirking at how much your eyes were eating him up.

"Darling, I am trying to dress myself, no need to undress me. Unless…" You break out of your daydream as you hear his voice. Sighing, Dietfried turns around, slowly moving towards you. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, gently picking up your chin with his hand, to look at his crystalized emerald eyes, ignited by the light of his love for you. "You wish to repeat yesterday's events. I must say, I wouldn't have known that you enjoyed being pla-"

Flames cover your cheeks from his teasing, quickly moving your head out of his hand, only to bury your face in his neck. Your mind is melting from embarrassment. You suddenly hear Dietfried chuckling, before breaking down in laughter.

"You know how easy it is to play with your mind, don't you?"

"Keep this up, and not only are you going to be late for your meeting, but also sleep on the couch tonight, mister." You muffle into his neck, refusing to look at, him to avoid being more embarrassed.

"Haha, alright, alright, I will play nice." He places a soft kiss on your temple, before heading to put shoes on. By the time he tied his shoes, you took up his coat to put on him, before giving him his scarf and suitcase. It was getting chilly lately in Leidenschaftlich, and as much as you would like to take care of and nurse your sweet lover, you knew how much he hates to have extra work when he can avoid it.

"Please try to not overwork yourself today, ok dear? Dark bag eyes don't suit your handsome face."

"Heh, I will try my best, but can't promise too much. I will see you soon, my love."

Dietfied leans forward to give you a tender kiss on the lips, engraving the sweet feeling of your soft lips into his mind for an energy boost. He turns his heels towards the front door, opens the door, and walks out.

That was 9 hours ago.

Dietfried normally doesn't spend long hours at work unless he notifies you of his late arrival. However, no letter has come. It was already past 5:30 in the evening, as you started to pass around your home, wondering where your loved one could have been. You knew that there would be consequences when you started to date the naval captain of Leidenschaftlich. Even after the end of the war, there were still sections of enemy forces who wished to avenge their fallen nation. The assassination attempt wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. You recall the incident a few months ago when the group of enemy spies planted bombs on the bridge to cause catastrophe. Though they were stopped, that doesn't mean they couldn't try something more dangerous to cause even more casualties. The anxiety sank into your bones as if mercury had been injected into your body, turning your bones into icicles.

What happened? Why isn't he here? Why didn't he tell you if he was going to be late? What if something occurred during his work shift? Was he ambushed by the fallen enemy nation's rebellion spies? As you got lost in your thoughts of every worst-case scenario possible, you didn't hear the noise of the front door opening. A shadow walks through the door, placing the shoes on the shoe stand. Tears start to threaten to fall from your eyes, as the panic slowly kicks in. You shake your head, trying to calm yourself. Maybe some fresh air will cool you down, you thought. Yeah, don't panic. Just take a deep breath. You might be overreacting a bit.

Closing your eyes as you sighed, you turned towards the front door. As you opened your eyes, you saw something….

There stood Dietfried smiling, holding a bouquet of roses, decorated with bougainvilleas, bringing out devotion and admiration to your soul. Tears began to fall across your cheeks, feeling numb from the sight in front of you. Dietfried's bright eyes filled with concern, turning the beautiful bright green field into a sea of worry and anxiety. He walks up to you, wrapping both of his hands, while holding you with one arm and bouquet in the other, trying to ask what happened, only for you to wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth. The sudden sensation of relief washes over you. Your heart can't help but soar with bliss as it feels your loved one's heartbeat. The tranquility settles into your bones, finally feeling like the world's equilibrium has been restored.

Choosing to let you calm down before questioning you, Dietfried hugs you back. After working all day, Dietfried wanted to surprise you with some flowers and a nice walk out downtown. He would have gone home earlier, but the boutique of flowers that was carrying bougainvillea was on the other side of the city, forcing him to arrive a couple of hours late. As he walked back home, his heart was singing the melody, calling out for your heart so it could dance listening to songs of yours and his love. Each step he took was bringing him closer to your warm smile, your bubbly laughter, your gentle hold, and your sweet lips. There is not a day that goes by where Dietfried doesn't fall in love more than he did a day before. Heavens, even seconds ago. But as soon as he stepped into his house, and witnessed the tears streaming down your face, his instincts kicked in. Seeing the tears slowly dying out from your eyes, Dietfried picked up your chin, kissing both of your cheeks before planting a light kiss on your lips. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, as your sadness was his sadness as well. Taking a big sigh, you looked at Dietfried's eyes, as if you were trying to figure out if he was real or a ghost of your memory.

In a light tone, as if it was any higher the room would shatter like a glass, you whisper, "Where were you, my Dietfried?"

Shifting his hand from your chin to the top of your head, softly patting it, he whispered back, "I wanted to surprise you, but it seems to backfire a notch, wouldn't you agree?"

A faint giggle escapes your lips, "You had me worried sick, you big dummy! I thought you got in trouble or attacked by enemy spies. There wasn't any letter from you, so I assumed that something must have happened, and knowing how many people are willing to assassinate-"

"Hey, hey. Take a deep breath with me, wouldn't you dear?" Listening to his instructions, you simultaneously let out a fair sigh. Dietfried smiled at how relaxed your body became. "You know more than anyone, that nothing will prevent me from coming back home into your arms, right? It will take more than a hundred men to keep me away from your sweet love and kisses. I will always be yours, even if we are not physically together. Everything is perfect."

"Since when did you become a romantic poet, my love?"

"What do you mean? I am always lovely to you, my love."

Feeling a bit exhausted from all of the emotional rollercoaster, you almost forgot about the bouquet.

"So, what's the occasion? Are you taking me out for dinner tonight? Trying to bribe me to play around this evening? Remembered something you forgot to do, and now trying to apologize for it, hm?"

"Oh c'mon! Can't I bring my beloved one something without having any reason?" Smiling at him, you shake your head before burying your face in his neck. He smelled so angelic. Every moment you two shared the smallest intimate moment felt like the brightest colors of nature blossomed from your love for one another.

As the couple remained in each other’s embrace for some time, the time turned to late evening, leading to a couple preparing for the nighttime. Upon taking care of all of their night routines, you and Dietfried lay down in bed. As Dietfried turned off the light, and placed his head on the pillow, even before he got the chance to turn to you, you hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back.

"I love you."

He smiled, wrapping his hands around your smaller arms. "I love you you too." Feeling that you were fast asleep, Dietfried glanced at his jacket hanging on the dresser.

Next time, I will ask her.

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Hello @stygianoir! Sorry for responding late. Yes, you may interact and send 18+ requests.

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Good day~ Are you accepting requests for Violet Evergarden? If so, may it be some soft moments with Dietfried and reader, please? Falling asleep on his significant other's laps? And his significant other stroking his head gently smiling. Much appreciated~

Thank you so much for submitting your request, my dear!

I hope I did him fair justice!

If you were to ask anyone what their first impression of Dietfried was, more than likely it would be along the lines of "the defined naval captain of Leidenschaftlich", " the charming and compassionate gentleman", or "dedicated leader, with the burden of assisting rebuild of Leidenschaftlich". To few known people he is heartless man who is willing to treat others as tools for any necessary means. But to you? A man with disclosed, but warming heart, who is funny and playful at times, while also keeping up the responsible face his workplace forces him to wear. Dietfried is the kind of man who despite working for long hours in his office, still finds time to come home, to embrace you in gentle hug. A simple touch from you is enough to return some light in his mind, after dark memories from his past haunt him in the moments of exhaustion.

If there is one thing Dietfried wouldn't admit to is his love for laying his head on top of your lap. If you had a dollar for how many times he silently pleads with his eyes to lay on your lap, you could end the world hunger. Dietfried is very decreet with how he asks for attention. Say you are sitting on the couch, catching up on the latest volume of your favorite novel, one that has been taunting you to read for the past week. Your eyes are scanning through the words, the imagery of the climax between two main characters is keeping you on your toes and you can't put it down. Suddenly, you feel Dietfried sits next to you, wrapping arms around your waist.

"So it seems that I no longer hold value in your eyes, my love. Here I am, on my day off, wanting to spend some time with my beloved. Only to be betrayed, and replaced by a book."

You chuckled at his pouty statement. " Well, I would enjoy my time with you, if you are willing to admit that you were wrong and I was right."

"For the last time, the letter said to meet at 9 o'clock, not 8."

"Even so, with all your military expertise, I would expect you to come earlier to the meeting."

"I am sorry, the previous night's documents have kept me all night. You have to cut me some slack for oversleeping." Dietfried nudges you to forgive him.

"That's not an excuse, dear. Since you seem to prioritize sleep over spending time with me, maybe I should stop letting you sleep on my lap." You tease the poor man.

You have never seen a man so shocked in his life. His eyes were blown out from the sheer fear of losing his favorite activity, besides kissing you.

"You are being heartless." Looking straight into your eyes, Dietfried is trying to see if you are serious about it, or joking. Trying to keep your face as still as possible, you gave him a simple smile. "I will admit my defeat, and I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for thinking otherwise.

Feeling that you got what you wanted, you gently pushed your free hand through Dietfried's hair, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

"See that wasn't that difficult, hehe."

Sighing, Dietfried placed his head on top of your lap, feeling the light sensation of peace hitting his buddy. To top it off your hand ran through his hair, patting and massaging his head in a rhythmic pattern. With your eyes returning back to the novel, and a gentle smile on your face. What more can he ask for, when he is already in heaven? The only thing that could make it perfect is if he were to ask you to be his wife and you said yes, but this is not the moment for such a major event. He knows that moment needs to be something bigger and more heartfelt. For you have given him so much. Having the patience to wait for him when he works late. It is his heart to bear all the struggles and sad memories that haunt him. When he lost Gilbert, the pain that coursed through his mind was beyond any pain he experienced. You still remember the day when he received the news from the messenger, the letter documenting his brother's records of deceased. That was the day when you saw someone who always conducted himself professionally and seriously when the time came, to break his persona into pieces. He wasn't sure what to do, and only because of your support and love, he was slowly, but not fully recovering from the heartbreak of the loss of Gilbert.

Laying there, surrounded by nothing but the tranquility of this moment, he knew that this was something he would never give up on in his life. Being here with you was something he never imaged happening in his future. He always believed that he would end up marrying someone because of his family status, not finding someone who can stand with him. But you changed that, giving courage when he needed it the most, loving him when everyone around him viewed as the lowest scum by how he treated Miss Violet Evergarden. You were someone who didn't see look at him through the lenses of his status or his actions. You were looking at a Dietfried, a man with bright smile, who cherishes his family, and is willing to work hard beyond his capacity. You saw a man who can achieve anything he desires, while also being someone who is simple in his heart.

"Thank you."

You kept your eyes on the pages, but your mind was on him. "For what, Dietfried?"

"For being here. For loving me. For caring about me. For supporting me at my lowest. I know that I don't say it enough as I should, but I am grateful for you. I find myself falling in love with you in more with every passing day. I love you."

You looked down at him smiling. "I love you too. And I promise I won't threaten your lap-napping time."

Dietfried chuckles, before closing his eyes in peace.

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