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crimsonlikeshellsing · 4 days ago

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Can you write a short somno fic for Sylus but he’s already been doing it for awhile? And he feels so damn guilty about it but genuinely can’t stop because it’s like an addiction to him now? :)

In Somno

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, nonconsensual somnophilia, noncon, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, facials

Summary: Sylus just can't help himself when it comes to your sleeping body <33

Over and over he'd tell himself how wrong this was. How terrible he was for using you like this. All he could think about when he picked you up now was how long it would be before he got to cum on your pretty face again. How could he even think such thoughts? All that guilt would quickly subside as soon as you started yawning though.

Yes, even a simple yawn from you was enough to get him rock hard now.

AN: Sorry anon, I know you said "short" but I got really excited and got carried away. So lets just say this is my version of a short fic LOL. Also thank you thank you thank youuuu for requesting this, I've been itching to write another somno fic hehehe. Btw the title means “In slumber” in Latin!!! :33

He hadn't intended for things to escalate to this point.

Normally, Sylus was a master of self-control, able to reign in his desires with ease. But on that particular day, something had been stirred within him, something that he couldn't quite explain. It had started when he saw you lying in his bed, fast asleep and naked, after a long and exhausting mission. You'd taken a shower and had passed right out. Your fatigue had been palpable, and he had gone to cover you with a blanket, his hand accidentally brushing against the side of your breast.

Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't meant to touch you like...that. His hand lingered for a moment, a mere whisper of contact, before he moved it away as if it burned. He stared at you, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the turmoil his innocent touch had ignited within him. He had always prided himself on his ability to control himself. Yet here he was, his heart pounding, his body betraying him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It was just a touch, he told himself. A harmless, accidental touch. But his body refused to listen, his mind refusing to let go of the softness of your skin, the warmth that had radiated from you. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to touch you again, to trace the curve of your breast, to feel more of your warmth.

He knew he should leave, let you rest, should respect your sleep. But he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to tear his eyes away from you. He had seen you naked before, had seen you sleep countless times. But this was different. This time, he felt something stirring within his groin as he watched your naked chest rise with each breath. Your beautiful, peaceful face was messing with his senses. He tried to dismiss it, to attribute it to the fatigue of the long day, the heat of the room, anything but the truth.

The truth was, you two hadn't had much time for each other lately, and even less for anything intimate. The lack of physical connection had left him pent up, achingly so. He couldn't remember the last time you'd both had a moment to yourselves, a moment to explore each other's desires and needs.

As he sat there, looking at you, he couldn't help but feel a surge of longing. He shut his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. Better to quell the urge to touch you now, and then forget about this, he figured. He reached back over, his hand gently touching the soft roundness of your breast, giving it a light squeeze. The touch sent a spark of electricity through his body, and he felt his cock harden in his pants.

Shit. He had definitely just made it worse.

You stirred, letting out a soft whine, and he felt his heart skip a beat. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, a sweet melody that only added to his arousal. He quickly withdrew his hand, however, as you began to shift and turn your body away from him in your sleep.

Your butt was now completely visible to him. His heart dropped into his stomach. You had always been the only one to undo his calm, to make him feel this way. He ran his fingers through his hair, now having an internal battle within himself. It felt wrong...undeniably wrong...and yet…

One thing had led to another, and he found himself carefully pushing his fingers inside your wet folds. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he was breathless as your cunt sucked in his fingers bit by bit. The feeling of your inner walls clamping down on his fingers sent his mind into a frenzy, and he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to be inside you.

How wet you'd be.

How tight you'd be.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his boxers, pressing against the back of your leg. He pressed himself against your butt lightly, trying to relieve some of the ache that had been building up inside him.

It wasn't enough.

You began to squirm, your body shifting slightly in your sleep, and he froze. He didn't remove his fingers, but ceased his motions...as if pausing could erase what he’d just done. He watched you closely, heart pounding, waiting to see if your eyes would open. If they did, he told himself, he’d just say you two had dozed off like that. Just a sleepy accident.

The lie formed easily in his mind, but the weight of it hit hard. He had never lied to you before...and now, standing on the edge of it, he felt something bitter twist in his gut. Shame crept up his spine, hot and sharp, settling in his face until his skin burned. But he didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. He smothered the guilt with silence, burying it under the oldest excuse in the book: what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.

As you pressed your backside against him, unknowingly in your sleep, he felt a surge of desire wash over him, replacing all guilt and shame with a primal, aching need. The pain in his groin became almost unbearable, and he couldn't bring himself to care about anything else except satisfying his craving for you.

Within the next few minutes he had rid himself of his underwear, lifted your leg and slowly began to sink his aching, throbbing cock inside you, only a little bit at first. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt himself plunging into you over and over, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. His hand gripped the roundness of your ass, holding you in place as he thrust into you, his fingers digging slightly into your skin.

"Ah...fuck. Kitten, Im sorry..."

He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan as he sunk himself deeper, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The room filled with the sound of your bodies meeting, the creaking of the bed, and his ragged breaths. He could feel every inch of you, tight and warm around him. He wanted to savor this moment, to imprint it on his memory forever. He reached around, finding your clit with his fingers, rubbing in time with his thrusts. You moaned softly, still deeply asleep, arching your back to meet him.

"Mghn...S-sylus..."

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He was worried that you had woken up, that you would discover him inside you, and that everything would be ruined. He lay there, holding his breath, as he frantically thought of excuses, of ways to explain what was happening.

But as the seconds passed in silence, and you didn’t move, he began to ease—just slightly. He glanced over, searching your face for any sign that you were awake, that you knew. But your eyes stayed shut, your expression calm, untouched. Still lost in sleep.

You looked so docile, so innocent and soft with your mouth agape, small snores escaping your lips. He hates that he feels a rush of arousal looking at you in such a vulnerable state, peacefully sleeping in his bed.

He wondered if you were thinking you were having a dream, if your subconscious was responding to his presence inside you. The thought sent a thrill through him, and his cock twitched in your inner walls. Maybe you wanted him too? Even in your dreams?

As he began to thrust again, this time with a bit more force, he could feel the pressure building up inside him. The ache in his groin was becoming almost unbearable, and he knew he was on the verge of cumming. He groaned, the sound choked out of him as he struggled to maintain control.

But as he looked down at you, still asleep and unaware of what was happening, he knew he had to pull out. As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't risk finishing inside you. Surely you'd put two and two together when you woke up and he'd be caught.

With a strangled groan, he forced himself to pull out, his cock throbbing with the effort. He gripped the sides of your hip, holding himself up as he shot a hefty, sticky load of his cum all over your inner thighs. The sensation was intense, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he finally released the pent-up tension.

As he looked down at the mess he had made, he felt a pang of guilt and anxiety. What would you think if you woke up and found out what had happened? Would you be angry, would you be scared? He didn't know, and the uncertainty was eating away at him.

So he simply cleaned you up as best as he could, and when you awoke the next morning you were none the wiser. You did question the ache between your legs, but fortunately for him you simply chalked it up to pushing yourself too hard during the mission. Besides, your entire body hurt already. What was one more area?

He swore that would be the last time.

Except it wasn't.

You didn’t always spend the night, but when you did, it was usually because you were too tired to head home after a long day. Sylus would swing by and bring you back to Onychinus’s base without complaint. You’d shower, get comfortable, and eat whatever dinner he’d ordered the chef to make you—just like always.

Then the two of you would settle in. Maybe you’d watch a movie, maybe listen to one of his new records. It was an easy routine. Comfortable. Soothing.

Eventually, you’d get too tired to keep your eyes open, and drift off beside him on the couch.

Then he’d carry you to the bedroom—slow, careful, as if you might break in his arms. On the surface, it was about comfort. He wanted you to sleep well. To feel safe.

But underneath that was something more selfish. He wanted to test the limits. To see how close he could get, how much movement he could do before you would stir, how long his hands could linger on your skin.

Most nights, you didn’t even move. You stayed limp and warm in his arms, face tucked against his neck, breath slow and even. It should have calmed him.

Instead, it made things worse.

Guilt curled in his chest like smoke. You trusted him. Implicitly. You let yourself go completely in his care. And he hated how that trust made something coil low in his groin, thick with heat and desire to strip you down and plunge himself in your wet walls.

And that's exactly what he did. Night after night, he'd start carefully moving your underwear to the side, swiftly inserting the head of his hardened cock inside you, and fucking you until a creamy white ring of your juices formed around the base of his shaft. Touching your breasts, butt, and pussy in ways you'd never let him before. And just as he felt himself about to release, he'd quickly pull out, covering your soft skin in his cum. Sometimes it was your thighs, sometimes your back. He'd even gotten bold enough to do your face at one point.

To compensate for the guilt that gnawed at him every time he let himself fall into his dark cravings, Sylus had started buying you more gifts.

At first, it was subtle—a snack you liked, a book you’d mentioned in passing. But it escalated quickly. If you so much as glanced at something in a store window while the two of you were out, or paused a moment too long while scrolling on your phone, it would show up in your hands within days. Sometimes hours.

You noticed, of course. It was hard not to.

“Another one?” you’d ask, brow arched in amused suspicion as you unwrapped a new plushie, or a piece of jewelry that matched your favorite dress, or a gadget you’d casually mentioned needing just once.

When you asked him why he was suddenly giving you so much, he’d just shrug—casual, like it meant nothing.

“You've always been spoiled, why question it now?” he’d chuckle.

As if that explained everything.

And maybe it did. At least, enough to keep you from pressing further.

Because to him, each gift was a way to say I’m sorry I touched you too long, I’m sorry I wanted more than I should, I’m sorry I’m not being honest. I love you so much.

It was his way of trying to be good for you.

Even as the craving got harder to ignore.

Yes, even a simple yawn from you was enough to get him rock hard now.

He found himself unable to stop. Would you really blame him if you found out? You must clearly want it too...the way your body greedily sucked in his cock, squeezing around it like a warm, wet vice. It was as if your body was begging him not to pull out, to keep going, to keep giving you more. Every time he thrust into you, your muscles would contract, holding him in place, and then release, allowing him to slide back out, only to repeat the process again. It was a sensual, intoxicating rhythm, one that threatened to consume him whole.

And the soft little whines you made when he was stretching you out or when he pumped into you a little harder than he meant to drove him absolutely crazy...

He'd promptly cease his movements, gently shushing your little noises while he waited for you to calm.

"Im sorry, baby. I didn't mean it, stay asleep for me," he would coo, his voice a soft, gentle whisper, as he gazed down at your sleeping face. He would pause for a moment, his chest heaving with desire, as he struggled to control his own needs. But then, with a quiet sigh, he would resume his movements, his hips slowly rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you with a smooth, gentle rhythm.

As he moved, he would continue to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his words a soothing balm to your sleeping form. "Just need to see you covered in my cum one more time..." His voice was a gentle hum, a vibration that seemed to resonate deep within your body, as he continued to pump into you.

He did this for several weeks, reassuring you whenever you began to grow concerned at the continued ache between your legs. Of course, you'd trust him. Relax after. He'd feel terrible but he'd tell himself it was for your own good. You just felt too good. Too soft, so warm.

Tonight was no different. You both were watching a new movie in his home theater this time, when you promptly yawned. Immediately he felt his breath get shallow, and his pants get tighter.

“Tired, kitten?” Sylus asked, his voice lower than usual—rough around the edges, like he was holding something back. He reached for the remote and shut off the screen, the soft click echoing in the quiet space between you.

You nodded through a sleepy stretch, arms lifting lazily above your head before collapsing into your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, eyes already heavy. “We never finish these movies. I just…I don’t know. I’m always so tired now.”

There was a faint furrow in your brow as you said it—genuine regret, like falling asleep beside him was some kind of failure.

He leaned in without hesitation and kissed your forehead, slow and deliberate. His lips lingered there a moment longer than they needed to, soaking in the warmth of your skin.

“You don’t have to apologize for being sleepy,” he said softly, slipping one arm under your legs and the other around your back. “You’re welcome to come back and finish it any time.”

You didn’t respond.

He was rock hard now.

As he rose to his feet with you cradled in his arms, your body melted into him completely. Your head dropped to rest against his collarbone, lips parted in the beginnings of sleep. He felt the small puff of your breath against his neck—warm, steady.

Halfway down the hallway, he glanced down at you.

Out cold.

He smiled. There was something in your face when you slept—unguarded and soft. Your lashes fluttered faintly, cheek pressed against the curve of his chest like you belonged there.

“They must be working you to the bone,” he muttered to no one, voice barely audible.

Unfortunate for you.

But for him��

You felt incredibly wet and tighter tonight. He'd boldly set you on your back this time, not wanting to miss a single facial expression or noise. Even if it meant being more gentle than usual. He watched greedily as your breasts bounced up and down with his movements. He leaned down, hands on either side of your head, trying with strained effort to quiet his groans.

"How am I ever going to stop doing this to you? You feel so good," he hissed through his teeth, his voice a low, tortured whisper, as he struggled to keep his gentle rhythm. His cock was buried deep inside you, and with each thrust, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of his tip grazing your cervix was almost unbearable, threatening to overwhelm him.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched in a fierce effort to hold back, but it was no use. The feeling of being inside you, of being surrounded by your warm, wet flesh, was too intense, too addictive. He couldn't get enough of it, couldn't get enough of you. And as he looked down at your sleeping face, he knew that he was doomed, trapped in a cycle of desire and pleasure that he couldn't escape.

His hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, as he chased the sensation, as he sought to prolong the pleasure. And with each stroke, he felt himself getting closer, closer to the point of no return, closer to the moment when he would finally succumb to his desires and let go. "Hah...gonna cum...," he growled, his voice a low, animalistic snarl as he felt his orgasm building.

"Mmmm..."

As you began to squirm under him, your eyes peering open just a bit, but still not enough to be considered awake, he felt a surge of panic mixed with excitement. Were you waking up? He should stop, he knew he should, but he couldn't. He was too close, too caught up in the moment, too desperate to cum inside you.

He leaned in closer, his large body encasing yours, his warm breath whispering against your ear. "Shh...I'm almost there baby...don't wake up..." He pleaded, his voice a low, husky whisper, as he tried to calm you down, to keep you from waking up and discovering what was happening.

But you whine, sleepily grabbing onto his arms, your hands wrapping around his biceps like a vice. You clearly aren't aware enough to even realize what's happening, and he takes advantage of that, using it to his benefit. He continues to thrust into you, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into your wet flesh with a relentless rhythm.

As he looks down at your face, he can see the faintest glimmer of awareness in your eyes, but it's not enough to stop him. He's too far gone, and he knows that he's going to cum inside you, no matter what. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Fuck..."

As he pushes as far as he can go, his hips stuttered, jerking forward with a mind of their own, as his cock pulsed, throbbing with the intense force of his release. As he came, he felt his cock unleash a torrent of cum, wave after wave of it flooding into your body, filling you to the brim. A wave of relief crashed over him, drowning out the relentless hunger that had been gnawing at him all night.

As he looked down at you, Sylus noticed you were starting to squirm again, your body shifting slightly under the covers. You were clearly on the verge of waking up. Your brows twitched, your breathing changed, and your fingers gave a small, unconscious twitch.

Thinking quickly, he moved to wrap himself around you, encasing your body in his arms in a way that was both protective and possessive. His chest pressed against your back, one arm curling securely around your waist, hand resting just beneath your ribs.

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering open for a brief moment—glazed, unfocused—before slowly slipping shut again. He felt your body melt against his, the subtle tension in your shoulders and spine easing as sleep reclaimed you. Your breathing evened out. You relaxed fully in his grasp.

Relieved, Sylus allowed himself a quiet breath of his own, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissipate as he gazed down at you. He looked down to see the remnants of his cum slipping down the trails of your thighs, a warm, sticky liquid that glistened in the dim light.

He would definitely have some explaining to do when you woke up...guess it was time to buy that cart full of items you'd been begging for...

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crimsonlikeshellsing · 7 days ago

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crimsonlikeshellsing · 7 days ago

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#. LIKE A BOY IN LUV

featuring 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff + slight angst + slight suggestive. welcome to the top 10 moments in your relationship with the one and only yamato!

word count :: 3,4 k. he may be a little bit ooc but we all love him anyway

DATING ENDO YAMATO is its own category of experience. You wanted a boyfriend, but instead, you got a loyal, loving, wild man who's always by your side with open arms, gift bags, and tons of surprises because he's unpredictable and you never know what he's thinking and what he's going to do.

"You remind me of Alice in Wonderland." walking in the park enjoying the pleasant night air when he spoke squeezing your hand and making you turn your gaze to him. He was smiling, what he was saying clearly really mattered, even if it came out of nowhere. "And I'm the Chesire Cat. I'm always there for you, even when I'm not." Now that you thought about it, he really did resemble the fantasy character. A grinning cat who teaches Alice "the rules" of Wonderland — him teaching you how the delinquent world works. Sarcastic and playful, he can appear and disappear in any location. He is quick to play jokes on others, he is mad, but unlike the others, he admits it with pride. But despite that he is giving you advice on which path to take during your journey called life, practically acting as your wise guide to the point where you're overly joyous to see him every time.

HIS KISSES ARE ALWAYS surprising and unexpected. One day he will kiss you like there's no tomorrow, fast but smooth because he can't get enough of you, the flavor of your lipstick is long gone when you feel his lips making rough motions, a little biting on your lower lip. His hands can't find a place on your body, but you are still as close as ever. He smiles into every kiss, and you can feel it, you can feel his love.

But there are occasions when he takes his time with you. There is no rush or insatiability, only you and him under the dim lights. Slowly, everything is so slow that it makes you dizzy. He kisses you everywhere starting from your face, and then your lips are doing a slow dance, so captivating that they make you want more of him. Your hands play with his hair and his holding you tight on your waist, giving it a light squeeze once in a while, because this is where you are supposed to be. Every part you are insecure about, he will kiss it. Every beauty mark or scar you don't seem to adore, he will kiss it. He will take all of your insecurities and pain away just by worshiping you — you are a Goddess and should be treated as such. Loving someone, and devoting yourself to them takes time, but for him, time has stopped and only you exist in that moment. Only you are important and he will show how deeply he has fallen for you.

HE IS OBSESSED WITH YOU to the point where there was no way out, and you liked that, seeing someone go out of their way to make sure you were okay. But that didn't mean you didn't give him anything in return. Often your dates were outside, whether in a coffee shop, a mall, or an arcade, and every time he paid, it made you uncomfortable and guilty. There was no need for him to pay for everything, but he insisted that you keep your money. And so you saved every bill and penny to give him the perfect birthday surprise when he gets home.

You planned this for months, knowing exactly what would make him happiest. dolling yourself up, every detail perfect, every thought just for him. The apartment was dark, lit only by the soft glow of candles and the path of rose petals leading to you. You stood there, holding the cake with his favorite flavor, your lips curved into a smile so genuine and full of love that it lit up the room brighter than any candle.

When he opened the front door, his eyes widened in shock, then softened in pure affection. He followed the path slowly, taking in every petal, every flicker of the candles, but mostly he took in you. “Happy birthday, my love!” you whispered, your voice a melody just for him. For a moment, he was speechless. no words could convey the overwhelming emotions flooding through him. Your home was transformed, but you were the true gift. He couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his eyes — tears of pure joy. He wasn’t Endo Yamato, the prodigy, or the man who carried the world for others. He was just your Yamato, your boyfriend who deserved to be loved so deeply and sincerely.

Without saying a word, he gently set the cake aside and pulled you into a tight embrace, kissing you with all the love he had to offer. “You are the best gift in my life.”

ENDO YAMATO TAKES YOU TO A POOL HALL at least a few times a month and you still haven't learned how to play. But it didn't matter to him as long as he spent time with you and now it was your turn, he was leading you with the points, of course. "Come on, sweets. you can do it." Easy to say, but hard to achieve. You bent down and set the cue, the angle was perfect and you just had to hit the white ball using moderate force. Yes, but no. The white ball went in instead of the colored one and you heard your boyfriend laugh.

"Let me help you then.” He came up behind you, his body touching yours as he placed his hands on top of yours, caging you in his strong arms. You swallowed hard too, not that you weren't used to physical contact with him but it just felt different now. "It's simple, doll. You just have to aim well and hold the pole firmly, but not too hard. And then–” and your ball went into the pocket, but only because he controlled your movements. “You score!” he pulled away from you but you could still feel his warmth. "No matter how hard I try I can't…” but that's okay because no matter if you can or not, he is always the winner, but you won his heart. Fair enough, right?

EVEN A SECOND WHERE HE hasn't seen you, heard you or doesn't know where you are will drive him crazy, and at the moment you were neither picking up your phone nor answering his messages and he was expressing emotions he didn't know he had. Your boyfriend had a lot of trust in you, he never had doubts for a second but when you come home drunk, you don't know where you are, your hair is messy, your makeup is smudged and you can barely walk on those heels. He couldn't help thinking of something he shouldn't. You hiccuped as you tried to take them off and even though he was feeling a thousand new emotions of anger he still helped you up and left you lying on the couch. “Yamato~ I missed you!” if you didn't smell like someone else's perfume he would tell you the same thing. Endo poured water for you and there were pills on the side in case you got sick as he sat next to you but not as close as usual.

“You were with someone else?” you couldn't even understand the question, you couldn't understand what situation you were in right now, and that smile of his was gone. Rubbing hands over your eyes, you stood up from a lying position. "I was with my girl friends. I told you a few days ago.”

You groaned, trying to sit up, but the room spun in all directions, the lights seemed too bright, his voice too loud. "Yamato... I told you," you muttered, fumbling with your words. His usual cheerfulness was replaced by something you hadn't seen before—jealousy, frustration, anger? It didn't feel like him. "I was with my friends... and their cousin drove us home. He was just looking out for us. That's it. Nothing else," you repeated, blinking up at him, trying to steady your thoughts through the alcohol haze.

He wasn't convinced. Crossing his arms, tapping his feet, glancing at your phone—dead and useless. "Convenient, isn't it? You come home smelling like some guy, looking like you’ve been out all night doing God knows what, and your phone is dead. How am I supposed to believe you when all I see is the opposite?"

You winced at the accusation, your heart pounding harder now from more than just the headache. "Yamato, you know me. I wouldn’t—"

"Do I?" he interrupted, voice harsher than ever before. "Because right now, I think I judged you too fast from the start." His words cut deeper than anything you'd ever imagined he could say. He never doubted you, never questioned your loyalty, and now?

Tears blur your vision as exhaustion overwhelms you. "I don't care if you believe me or not right now. Go crash at your place or Takiishi's, clear your head, do whatever. I just... I can't do this now." You tried standing, wobbling slightly as you grabbed the doorknob on the front door, holding yourself steady. “If I'm such a person to you, then why are you still here?”

Endo stared at you, his anger softening into something that looked like regret, but he didn’t need another push. You looked and were sure in what you said, and he started something he couldn't finish. Grabbing his shoes, he stormed out as you slammed the door so hard, that the whole apartment seemed to shake—but nothing compared to the ache in your chest. Crumbled to the floor, sobbing, it was clear: the person you loved most had just hurt you in a way you never imagined

ARGUMENTS WITH ENDO YAMATO are bad, and by that, I mean really bad. You blocked him in every social media app, and his number because you don't want to see or hear him. Even blocked him on Roblox and unfriended him in any game you both played. You just need rest to gain your composure, to focus on your mentality, and not have him suffocating you with his obsessive tendencies. It doesn't get any better when you suddenly receive an email from [email protected] with the title "i miss you, please don't be mad." with a written roman in the text field saying how sorry he is, how he will make sure not to do that anymore and how much he loves you and if you can open the door because he is freezing.

You can't believe this man and how he will do everything to be with you. Your eyes widen as you go to the window of your apartment and see him there, wearing only a top and jeans, for all his outer garments are in your wardrobe, and you are wearing one, despite saying you hate him. But he will withstand the cold, he always withstands absolutely anything, and to be away from you seemed like torture. You felt another vibration from your phone and it was him again, sending you another email. "i know you see me and i'll sit here as long as it takes♡"

He has no idea the way he makes you feel, you still let him in your heart, and in your home after two hours of him sitting on the bench and when you go to open the door for him, he is hugging you tight, he will never let you go, never make you mad again.

THE TYPE OF BOYFRIEND WHO DOES TIKTOK TRENDS with you, will it be dancing, putting a finger down, or when his whole face is covered in red prints from your lips and lipstick. Almost everything is done. He liked the new trend, especially the song, and part that was on every edit that came out on the for you page. According to him, it perfectly described your relationship and how not to take a video of you fixing yourself in the bathroom mirror putting on some make-up while he was behind you, phone in hand, and the music playing.

“Back to the kitty, 'cause she's kinda pretty. I couldn't stop lookin’ at her ta-ta-ta…” he panned the camera and you saw his reflection moving the phone to your chest and then to your face after you were done with the lipstick and he smiled in the mirror. “Face.” You didn't pay much attention to him, not when you were doing the same thing when there was trendy couple stuff. Flipping the front camera around and quickly set up the phone on the counter as he then quickly walked behind you again and wrapped his arms around your waist, his tattoos on full display as your hands were on his.

“Me and cat mama rolled into the distant fog,” he was looking straight into the mirror where your eyes met and he just smirked, kissing your neck and then looking down at the camera, gently squeezing your torso before the last line came out from the phone.

“Little did she know I'ma nasty dog.” his hands went up to grab your chin and turn your face to his so he could kiss you. The clip was done and you didn't know how many times the audio would repeat, but he wasn't done at all. He held you tight, and he didn't stop, and you were out of breath but your hands went to his chest and pushed him to get the hint. You both couldn't catch your breath because you just had a little make-out session in the bathroom. He went to turn the phone off before saving the video and looking back at you. “Want to ditch the others and continue in the be–?”

“Yes.” you didn't have to think so much, you were categorical and so was he. Noroshi can have fun themselves fighting people left and right while your boyfriend will show you a different type of fun.

BEING HIS GIRLFRIEND MEANT THAT you are used to hanging out with Takiishi Chika a lot too. You were at the mall, purchase after purchase but you two didn't hold any bags, Endo held everything, and even when you wanted to get something he insisted that a princess like you should hold nothing but a pretty smile on her face. The redhead didn't even look back, he didn't care but you did. “Chika, stop." for some reason he listened to you, maybe it was because you had known each other since childhood and had a great influence on him. It might not matter that much to him, but thanks to him, you met Endo and more or less he had to be nice to him.

You went to get some bags from Endo, giving them to Takiishi who hadn't reached his hand out at all. At first, the two of you made eye contact, your eyes more insistent than his as he looked away, losing this fight as he took the bags from your hands and you smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Chika.” Turning to your boyfriend who was stunned at how you got none other than Takiishi Chika to carry his own shopping bags. He blushed and laughed a little at this heroic deed of yours. He didn't know how you even did it, how you had such a huge influence over the two of them, especially him. One of his hands was now free and you grabbed it as you started to walk forward. “What a woman you are. Please, teach me your ways.”

HIM HAVING TATTOOS MEANS ONLY ONE THING and that is you can turn him into a coloring book. Sitting on his lap, his arms outstretched and you were creating art – pink, purple, blue, whatever markers and eye shadows were on his buffy arms. You were very focused on making his scorpion tattoo shine, literally because you put pink glitter on it and drew a cute little face. "My nose itches." looking up at the ceiling, wiggling his nose as you carefully made a ribbon on the scorpion's tail, "You have to wait, baby." Of course, he had to wait for the good things, and art is a slow and painstaking process in which the artist shows and expresses their emotions in the paintings. He let out a soft sigh, knowing he had no choice but to endure it if he wanted to keep you happy. His body was a canvas that you could look at all day, it was so intoxicating, he had chosen interesting designs, and how he arranged them ... just beautiful.

“Isn’t it the palette you just bought?” The compass tattoo on his right hand now gleamed with bright colors, and the flames were reddish and fiery, as they reflected your burning love for him. “Yes. Now let me focus, please.” You smiled as you turned the star on his middle finger into a vibrant one with cute eyes, straight out of Super Mario. For the grand finale, you applied some eye shadow to the infinity symbol tattoo on his neck, turning it into a delicate pink bow. "Go look at yourself in the mirror!" you quickly got up from his lap, gently taking his hand with yours so as not to smudge anything.

"It's like a unicorn threw up on me," he grinned, running a finger over his colorful scorpion. He turned slightly to the side to see his back, the Frank tattoo he had with Takiishi was colored in pretty blue hues. "Cute." He gave you a quick peck. Maybe he should let you do this more often—it definitely made you happy.

ENDO YAMATO LOVED TO ANNOY YOU as much as he loved to make you happy. No matter where or when he nagged at you every second you ignored him – maybe because you wanted to take a nap on this lovely afternoon after a stressful and busy day. To have some peace and quiet, but no, someone decided to give you light pokes on the butt, making you let out a heavy sigh. You were almost close to drifting off into the world of dreams, you were so snuggly wrapped up in the blanket, cuddling with the stuffed toy, until someone named Endo Yamato decided it was a good idea to wake you up. "Stop it. Either go to sleep or go annoy Chika." But the touches didn't stop even when you turned on your other side, you mumbled something, it sounded a little like you were screaming into your pillow. You stood up angrily and threw the stuffed toy and pillow at him. "Leave me alone!"

"It will never happen, not even in your dreams." it was your last drop of patience, the last string you could pull as you pushed him off the bed with all your might and he fell on the ground with a loud thud, "Stay down in Hell." Wrapping yourself in the blanket again, and though your pillow was on the ground with him, his was still on the bed, and by the time you placed it under your head, Endo, with all his weight and insolence, lay on top of you. You started banging your hand on the mattress like a time-out because you couldn't breathe. He rose as you gasped and quickly flipped him over, straddling him with your legs as he held your wrists. “Yamato, I will kill you in every possible way.” "Don't, I'm going to like it." that nasty lovely smile on his dumb-looking handsome face, you just wanted to wipe it off and when you realized the position you were in, your nerves just couldn't take it. How can he annoy you and want extra attention only when you are sleepy? You immediately stood up but his arms pulled you down laying on his chest and his heart was beating like crazy because he had fallen madly for you…or in this case, you fell for him. Your breathing started to calm, your eyes closing, his fingers playing with your hair making you relax as much as possible "I love you, you know…" he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I know."

Snuggling into him, but how much more as you were already a part of him, forever and always. "But you'll still be sleeping on the couch." he only hummed in response, slowly drifting to sleep but he knew your love was better than any dream because you were his entire world, the one that made him, the hopeless boy, experience something real.

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crimsonlikeshellsing · 7 days ago

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Calling you mommy for the first time - Wind Breaker

A/N: manga spoilers because I can´t help myself-

PSA: um so idk if you knew but WB is genuinely the best thing ever and I wanna write so much more for it, so please I´m begging, send requests for headcanons and longer fics, I´m just happy to write again ngl (I have two Togame oneshots up on ao3 currently, same handle as here^^)

Sakura:

it happened before you two even got together, let alone confess

your relationship is very special, it´s not inherently romantic, not even platonic at first, you just sort of skipped all of that

but at the same time there´s always this hesitation in him that´s just something you have to accept

he´s so used to rejection at this point he genuinely cannot fathom building meaningful connections

he does want to but he can´t admit it to himself just because he´s scared of his own weakness and the fact that others could see it as well

you got involved in the Furin friend group per happenchance, it just kind of happened

you viewed it as casual, you liked hanging out with everyone but didn´t have that air or seriousness around you that the others had, Sakura felt safe with you immediately because of that

because to him you were just as guarded as he was, that meant no risk of exploitation or disappointment from you

it wasn´t weird to him that the two of you started hanging out alone, again it just happened naturally

he didn´t feel pressured by you at all

Sakura never talks about himself or his past, but it´s obvious he wants to try with you

you´ve felt very protective over him from the second you met and he...he revelled in it

there were no expectations, you just enjoyed each others company, sometimes he talked a lot, sometimes not at all, sometimes you laughed together, other times he let you hold him until he fell asleep

you were the one of the only people he allowed to see him at his lowest

Sakura didn´t get sick often, but when he did it was bad

it was one of those times where you slept over at his place (being the only person allowed to do so at all)

you had a tendency to watch over him when he slept, feverishly and restlessly

in those nights you usually let him lay his head in your lap and wait for him to fall asleep, playing with his hair

tonight you just got up to get some water for him when you heard him whine quietly

it definitely made you pause because he never was needy like that, he still had trouble expressing his feelings

as you walked into the room you saw Sakura sitting up, still half asleep, he had his arm stretched out towards you

´mommy...leave...don´t leave....´

it was said in delirium but it touched you deeply despite that

it showed you not only that it was okay for you to care about him in this way, but that he cared about you as well

that moment definitely was the catalyst of you two getting together officially

Sugishita:

oh boy

he´s not really the relationship type, he does get crushes but never approaches them, it´s too annoying, too much hassle

and it was even more annoying whenever someone approached him, he just wasn´t a people person besides Umemiya and Sakura (begrudingly)

he didn´t like talking, he didn´t like listening either, mostly he just wanted to be left alone

Umemiya introduced the two of you, thinking you´d get along

Ume and you have been friends ever since you met, you and him were one of the oldest kids back at the group home you grew up in

the two of you always had been very caring and nurturing by nature, and that´s exactly what Sugishita needed

he enjoyed his simple life with his grandparents, the coziness, the warmth

with Umemiya he felt purpose for the first time, this unwavering loyalty and his acceptance of his own strength

the first thing you told him when you met was to stop hunching so much, it was bad for his posture

the glare he gave you immediately turned into one of a mix of hesitation and embarrassment, he wasn´t used to walking normally anymore, his height being one of the biggest nuisances in his life

he didn´t like how easy it was being around you, how he trusted you almost at once

Sugishita wasn´t shy when it came to romance or anything related to it, he just didn´t think it was for him, or more like he didn´t fit into the boxes that people made up

his love language was gift giving and quality time

he enjoyed showing you his favorite little nooks and crannys of town, noticing the way your eyes lit up when you showed him something new

the trust between you built up slowly but very strongly, you fell for him first but he was close behind, still it was harder for him to process

he has never really been in love before, just a few crushes here and there and he never did anything about it, being too awkward about it all and never even bothering with it

he was grateful that you confessed first, he was grateful for you being so patient with him and taking the lead, for stealing his first kiss, for showing him intimacy in forms that weren´t just pure sex

Sugishita knew he was more submissive when it came to intimacy and he was glad that he could be safe enough to embrace that with you

´...wanna call you mommy...´

he mumbled, face beetred and embarrassed beyond belief, he never was good at voicing his own needs and desires but it just felt too good to be in your arms like that, how he just melted every time you gave him that special time reserved for him

Umemiya:

sweet baby, he feels immense guilt whenever he faces his inner feelings and desires

he feels ashamed of himself, not deeming himself worthy of any affection of that sort

he doesn´t like being the center of attention in that way

he has a lot to bear, the responsibility of looking out for and protecting everyone, his family, they all relied on him

but that was different, he didn´t think himself worthy of being someone´s partner, of being viewed in a romantic light

Ume is the type to fall fast, but never seriously, he doesn´t allow himself to

king of making up fake scenarios in his head

usually it´s girls who approach him first, asking for his number, trying to flirt

it´s always awkward to reject them and he feels bad afterwards every single time

and that´s when he met you, you took his breath away, so mesmerizingly beautiful that he almost ran into a wall (Hiragi had to literally grab him by the collar to stop him from impact)

Hiragi notices immediately what´s up and just tells Ume to ask for your number, but he hesitates

it´s only after Hiragi reassures him that no, he´s not a creep and that you can still say no and that no, it doesn´t make him too pushy, that he walks up to you

your first date is the very next day

he´s cute, polite, a gentleman, what´s not to love?

he does try to take the lead at first, because he thinks that´s what´s expected but when you officially get together he notices all the small gestures you do for him, the thoughtful gifts, your patience and mostly your kindness and warmth

he felt safe enough with you to talk about his past (granted that´s like way into your established relationship, he wanted to tell you earlier but held himself back)

he loves it when you two are out together and he gets to help you run errands, he´s always so giddy every time he gets to carry your groceries and such

mostly because he loves the praise you give him afterwards

´you´re always such a good boy for me, you know that?´

you smiled at him and he just lights up

he could live off your praise alone, that´s how much it positively affects him, he will literally beam the entire time

it takes a few seconds before he fully realizes the implications of what you just said and you just watch his face redden more with every instant

´doesn´t that mean...you...´

he starts, looking to his feet, then hesitates before he meets your eyes, still unsure but so fragile and sensitive in this moment

´mommy?´

he whispers in the sweetest tone imagineable, it´s so quiet, as if testing the word on his lips, he finds it suits him just fine, and you all the better, he wonders why he hasn´t started calling you that earlier

Togame:

contrary to popular belief he´s not a brat (even though by all logic he really should be one-)

he´s just overly playful

not big on relationships, he´ll date when he´s bored but it never lasts, he never wants it to

too much commitment, too much responsibility

he always leaves before anyone gets seriously hurt though

mostly he just dates because he thinks that´s what´s expected of him, most guys in Shishitoren have girlfriends so it´s weird if he doesn´t have one

it´s awkward whenever they all hang out and the others bring their partners and he´s just all alone

Jo hates feeling out of place, he hates it every time his differences come to light and he can´t escape them anymore

meeting you was the best and worst thing to happen to him

you asked him out first which already made him suspicious, he wasn´t really the social type and while he knew that girls found him attractive, the way you approached him was different

it was as if you had a goal, as if you already knew you could get everything you wanted

that confidence scared and intrigued him at the same time

he rejected you immediately, already knowing you would leave an impact on his life and he wasn´t really the type of guy to need that sort of greatness in his life

´why not? you scared you´re gonna catch feelings?´

you replied, not giving him a chance to back out, a challenge he didn´t know he needed in his life

´yeah...something like that´

he chuckled, scratching his head

it was scary how easily you read him but he appreciates it as well

he likes the no bullshit attitude you force him to adapt

for the first time he´s actually serious about a relationship and he can´t pinpoint why that is exactly

maybe it´s because you´re different but that´s not really it

it´s him who´s different now, finally ready for something more serious

maybe it´s because you´re so open with everything, you tell him how attractive he is every day, you always make time for him, you see through his bravado and support him on his bad days

it doesn´t make things easier that you´re so perfectly matched in everything, from humor to sexual preferences

Jo always thought him being submissive was just because he was lazy in bed, but with you it´s the opposite

he loves being spoiled so much and it´s embarrassing how readily he shows and expresses his gratitude, he´s a natural honestly

tries to be a brat sometimes but you can´t stay mad at him for too long because his puppy dog eyes are irresistible and he knows it

fast forward a few months into the suddenly turned very serious relationship he finally accepts it for what it is and stops trying to find ways out because he finally found his person

´looks like you´re stuck with me now, mommy´

Endo:

the clingiest motherfucker to ever exist

spoilt brat too

I actually don´t think he falls in love all that often, it only ever happens with very special people and then it´s all or nothing

we also know that he only falls in love after knowing someone for at least a bit and then the last straw is just one key moment with that person that ties him to them forever

being with him is definitely going to be a lot, it´s going to be chaotic, exciting and exhausting too

I don´t think he would involve you with anything that´s going on if you aren´t a part of it already, I think he´s very good at keeping things seperate

he finds a bunch of things interesting because he forces himself to, but nothing ever really lasts

he´s way beyond the point of actual desires, he doesn´t care too much about his own needs either, so used to being destructivly self sacrificing

at the same time he´s the type of guy to get your name tattooed after one date (granted it has to be an epic date)

after the fight he feels kind of lost somehow, one the one hand it feels freeing to have laid it all out there, to have reconciled with his past and feelings, but on the other hand he has nothing to focus on now, he has no real goals, he never thought about what to do after graduation

he asks his tattoo artist about jobs and he gets him one at the bar Kanji works at

he thought it would be hostile and awkward once he arrived but was super confused when Kanji just laughed, but it also intrigued him

it was like there was a joke he wasn´t let in on, he never really got that feeling of being out of the loop, usually so good at knowing what people wanted and thought, hence his boredom

but it all made sense when he saw you arrive for your shift

you knew who he was immediately and made it known, he didn´t even have the decency to hide his smirk when he saw your glare

you were the big sister of a Furin student and therefore knew his reputation and actions all too well, condeming every single one of them

you didn´t speak to him at all for a good month, not even about work related stuff, you let him be helpless as he started out at the bar

and Endo felt more excited than he had in a long time, it was different than with the others, it was different than what he was used to feeling

there definitely was arousal mixed in, he couldn´t deny that, you were his type after all, but it wasn´t just that, you were ignoring him, you had power over him

and whether you knew that or not, whether on purpose or not, he loved it, he leaned into it, he let you know subtly that he was okay with your attitude

then again, he always had been on the masochistic side, usually that came in the form of physical pain though

ignoring him and the snide remarks you made about him to others when he was present were new sensations, this realisation that to you he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet, it excited him beyond belief

one night when you were closing up, you had a small moment of pity for him, he did do better already, he wasn´t just some guy who beat others up anymore, as far as you knew he didn´t bother the Furin kids anymore so maybe his time for atonement was over now

´good work today´

you mumbled begrudingly, already regretting it as soon as the words left your mouth

´mommy finally noticed me!´

he grinned widely, even moreso when he saw your disgusted reaction, but he knew this wouldn´t be your last interaction

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crimsonlikeshellsing · 7 days ago

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Clingy!Bf!Endo x Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, clingy and kinda toxic behaviors but he's cute so we'll let it slide ♡

note: been rewatching windbreaker (and started reading it like an hour ago) and Endo is literally so fine (he popped up for one minute) 🥲 I fear I have a fixation but also I haven't written anything in what feels like forever so yay me (also my requests are open if you wanna slide by)

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🐍 Clingy!Bf!Endo who makes you late for work/school because he refuses to let you get out of bed (even to use the bathroom)

🐍 Clingy!Bf!Endo who pounces on you like a kitten whenever you come home (you were gone for less than an hour) and smothers you in kisses and affection

🐍 Clingy!Bf!Endo who will eagerly beat someone's ass for you and go to jail for it, of course he'll call you and ask you to bail him out later though

🐍 Clingy!Bf!Endo who carries you on his shoulders (especially if you're short) so you can reach stuff on the high shelves in your kitchen (he put the stuff up there)

🐍 Clingy!Bf!Endo who will lie to your face about how you look in an outfit because in his mind you look good in everything (and because he hopes no other man will approach you if you don't look your "best")

🐍 Clingy!Bf!Endo who is very slightly heavy-handed and is aggressively affectionate with you, always leaving bite marks and small bruises on your body from holding you too tight

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Taglist

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crimsonlikeshellsing · 7 days ago

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Endo yamato pleaseee smut or anything but pleaseee he yearns for reader so bad maybe he's pissed at something and just misses reader so so much even though they met yesterday hehe thanks if U write this request!

Endo Yamato x Male!reader

Warnings: endo being a freak, smut, masturbating

Endo was obsessed with you. I mean why else would he have his hand roughly fisting his cock while he huffed your briefs. He spent most of his days talking about you to Chika (who ignored him) and stalking your socials. I mean who wouldn't if they’d seen a man like you! He couldn’t get you out of his head so he resorted to this.

He feverishly fisted his cock. Rubbing the tip with his thumb every now and then while m huffing your underwear. It wasn't even smelling at this point because he started drooling on them at some point and decided it would be a great idea to shove them in his mouth so he could taste your sweat.

At the start he felt a bit guilty but that all went out the window as soon as he sniffed the crotch area of them and all his ambition went out the window. Drool was leaking down his chin and he’d come many times over but he didn’t want to stop. He needed more of you. His belly was covered in cum, he’d lost track of how long it’s been.

You entered the room, you lost a pair of underwear and asked Chika where they were to which he shrugged so you went to ask Endo. As you walked inside his room the heavy scent of musk, sweat, and cum hit you. It was overwhelming and felt like getting slapped in the face. What you didn’t expect was to see a pair of your dirty, unwashed, briefs soaked and shoved into Endos mouth. He didn’t notice you at first but when he did he made a sort of whining noise and thrust his cock into his hand faster.

He laughed manically while drooling and humping his fist, while making direct eye contact with you.

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crimsonlikeshellsing · 7 days ago

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TELOMERES — y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. blasphemy, allusions to religious iconography(?); endo views reader as something like a god that needs to be worshipped. and he also cries during sex (canon). wc: 600 :P short lil thing.

Endo Yamato is a vessel.

Built with a desire to serve the divine, he is deeply fulfilled by being used to please you. If you never asked, he wouldn’t dare to interfere with something so sacred— never would have thought he deserved to fill you up when your existence beside him is enough to make him feel full.

And yet, so graciously, you let him in.

It fascinates him– the way your body morphs to eagerly fit him inside you. It almost feels blasphemous; this erotic display of want, need, for him alone?

Your pussy drools its affection as he pushes himself deeper inside. He brings a crooked finger down to where it drips, pooling on the sheets, distraught at the thought of letting any part of you go without reverence. He’s hesitant when he brings his hand up to his lips, but your eyes meet his in silent permission. His breath catches in his throat before he wraps his lips around the digit, eyes fluttering shut with bliss at the taste of you.

His heart slams inside his chest, a contrast against the achingly slow roll of his hips— the increasingly wet sounds spurring on his high.

Endo can’t rip his eyes away from where the two of you connect. He feels at home inside of you, like could he melt into you— merge with you. You greet him with such a warm welcome, sucking him inside so greedily as if he’s everything you need, like a lifeline. He knows he doesn’t deserve to place himself on the same pedestal as you, but the thought makes him feel so warm inside, all flushed cheeks and butterflies because to feel so desired is a dream.

He takes in a sharp inhale at the all too familiar tingle that shoots up from his heart and settles between his eyes. Warmth stings around his tear ducts and the corners of his vision blur. It irks him not to see you clearly for even a second, and he blinks rapidly, warm tears splattering onto your chest until you’re no longer hazy. A lovesick grin splits across his face— breathy laughs escaping him as tears drip steadily from his cheeks.

Endo’s bottom lip wobbles in awe when he realizes your eyes are on him too. His hand flies to your face, thumb stroking your cheek like you were the one crying. He pants declarations of your beauty against your lips like a mantra. It’s not that he thinks you need the reminder— not with the way you carry yourself, or take his breath away with every glance— but he is never shy to praise you.

Against his lips, you whisper so lightly he thinks he could’ve dreamed it. Never in his lifetime could he imagine you’d will him to become a part of you. A lowly vessel like himself, ingrained into something so holy. He has half a mind to deny your request, to tell you spilling inside you is an act of desecration. But who is he to deny you?

So he rolls his hips the way that makes you arch your back, his tears rolling into the divots of your collarbones and up your neck. You glisten, chest raised to the heavens, lips parted in the shape of pleasure. He feels you coming undone before your sweet voice can manage to ring out, and he rubs gentle circles on your clit in acknowledgment. It’s funny, he thinks, how this is the best he has to give when he is fulfilled simply by your allowance of him in your presence. He weeps, grateful, warm tears splattering once again on the exposed flesh of your chest while he fills you up.

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MY GOD I HAVE BEEN BLESSED SIBFOEBFOABDO THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS

LADS Men x Goth Reader

✰ synopsis: lads men x goth reader headcanons

✰ pairing: lads men x reader

✰ content: fluff, established relationships, mentions of tattoos and piercings, some parts mention specific substyles of gothic styles

✰ w/c: 641 (100-140 for each)

✰ notes: for @liz9898 <3, dividers by @kodaswrld

🪷Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!🪷

Xavier loves literature of all kinds. Despite the countless degrees and diplomas, he has a thirst for knowledge that he loves to indulge in. It works out that you both love reading. You have a collection of gothic novels and films that you view often. Xavier loves reading your books. Not only can he escape to a new world within each book, but he also learns and understands more about you. He’s used sticky notes to annotate your books. Each chapter has a poetic note waiting for you when he returns it after finishing. After a tough mission, Xavier sets up the couch with comfy blankets and pillows to wind down. He picks a movie from your collection to play and snuggles into your chest as the night falls.

Rafayel would love to do your makeup. Whether it’s modern trad goth or cabaret goth he’d make it his mission to make an original and unique design for you. He’d sit you directly in front of him on the bed, an array of palettes and brushes next to him. Rafayel would gently press the eyeliner to your eyelid, making sure not to hurt you and focusing on keeping his hand steady. He presses the dark lipstick to your lips and dabs some eyeshadow on top to create a chrome effect. After some time, he prompts you to look in the mirror. Intricate swirls of black and sharp, clean lines decorate your face. You look back at Rafayel, who’s looking at you like you’re the most stunning piece of art ever created.

Zayne helps you to care of any tattoos and piercings you decide to get. No matter if it’s a small fine-line tattoo, big blackwork piece or a new piercing, Zayne will be prepped with all the aftercare essentials. He’ll apply tattoo salve twice a day on the new artwork and will help you to wash it in the shower after gently peeling back the second skin. He would also apply the saline solution to your fresh piercings. But, most of all, Zayne would research the best studios to get these done because he wants you to be safe and healthy most of all.

Sylus loves to buy accessories and outfits for you, especially if you’re into Victorian goth or gothic Lolita styles. He’d purchase from trusted and high-quality boutiques and support the original creators of the outfit designs. If you prefer lace, he’d source garments from an ethical lace-making business that creates their pieces by hand. If you lean towards velvet, he’d find a shop offering original designs tailored to your body. Sylus enjoys adorning you in ornate black and red jewellery, and he loves to match your style. Whenever you both go on dates, people stare. Not with any ill intention, but rather in awe. Two seemingly intimidating figures—one of which is the leader of Onychinus—that are adorned with rich, dark colours. But little do they know that Sylus is gushing over his wife like a schoolboy in love.

Caleb always puts on your favourite artist when it’s storming outside. He understands very well that thunderstorms make you freeze up in fear. To combat this, he makes sure you both are touching in some way, to make sure you’re grounded. Caleb puts on your favourite song to drown out the harsh sounds of the thunder. You both like listening to gothic music, you enjoy the sounds, and he enjoys how each song reminds him of you. He pulls you up gently and sways you both to the rhythm of the song. You two wave your arms up and move instinctively to the beat. You imagine a dark ballroom where it’s just you and Caleb dancing. He spins you gently while you fall into his embrace. The moon lit sky and flashes of lightning illuminates both your lovesick smiles.

i imagined that these were the gothic styles that reader had with each guy!

Xavier – mall/pastel/trad

Rafayel – cabaret/trad/whimsy

Zayne – corporate/gothabilly

Sylus – Victorian/gothic Lolita/vampire

Caleb – romantic/perky

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