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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀᴠʏ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Fyodor, Nikolai, Poe, Mushitarō, Jōno

warnings: nsfw content, f!reader, some brief mentions of insecurity related to appearance/weight, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, thigh fucking, body worship,

DAZAI is touchy on a good day and outright clingy on a bad one; really, it's only natural that he can't — won't — keep his hands to himself, spindly fingers caressing your every curve, no matter where you are or who else is there. Still, his obvious attraction to you only proves that, to him, you're drop-dead gorgeous, right? You can't be mad at him for being enamoured with his own girlfriend, yes? (You can and, in fact, you should be mad when he keeps on groping you or pulling you into the Agency's storage room for some quick dry humping, completely unashamed.)

In case you ever worry about not being worthy of being with him — which, really, isn't a reasonable concern, given how, according to Kunikida, you're a saint for even putting up with Dazai for that long —, he's quick to cut your concerns down with a gentle chuckle. He's fond of all women, he's said so before, and he doesn't get why you'd ever compare yourself to any other woman and think of yourself as less worthy, less gorgeous, when, obviously, you're this breathtaking.

“But why, dear, you're being awfully cruel today, slapping my hands away like that. It's merely because you're so awfully pretty that I cannot keep my hands off you. At least let me kiss you, yes, love?”

It doesn't come as a surprise that CHŪYA literally worships you; to him, you're perfect in every way imaginable. He's able to pick you up and carry you around easily, even without activating For The Tainted Sorrow; when you worry about being too heavy, he merely scoffs, immediately shaking his head in response.

He's just shy of insulted when you ask, voice trembling, whether your stretch marks, thick thighs or round hips bother him; really, who do you take him for? He's not twelve — and even if he was, he'd still think of you as breathtaking, appearance- and personality-wise. If you don't seem to believe him, he'll gladly spend an hour or three between your legs, pressing soft kisses to your skin, not forgetting about even one stretch mark, scar or beauty mark you might be insecure about. If, by the end of him all but worshipping your body, you finally do believe him, he'll gladly make you come on his tongue, too.

“Hm? You still don't look quite convinced, baby. 'm afraid I'll have to continue, then. Gotta make sure you know just how pretty I think you are by the end of this, so I'll need you to be patient.”

FUKUZAWA is not the most expressive man, and yet he somehow manages to make sure that you never feel unloved. His adoration for you is obvious in the way his hands gently rest on your upper arm, on the small of your back or on your hip sometimes; in the way he occasionally leans down to gently press his lips to your forehead; in the way he somehow manages to pick up on each of your moods without you having to say something.

His brows furrow into a frown when you first mention your insecurities, and yet his expression softens oh so much when he cups your cheek with one hand, calloused thumb smoothing over your jaw in a soothing gesture. He's so very factual about immediately naming everything that, in his eyes, makes you beautiful, that you really have no choice but to believe him. To get you to smile once more, he adds but a few unexpectedly lewd comments, too, such as how you're absolutely ethereal looking when undressed and on his lap, too.

“My dearest, I assure you, your beauty, inside and out, has captured my heart completely. I adore the way your hair shines, I love the sparkle in your eye when you spot a dessert you're aching to eat. I love each curve of your body and how beautiful and feminine it makes you look; truly, there is nothing about you that is not breathtaking to me.”

Despite KUNIKIDA's rather strict ideals, his note book never held even a single word about your appearance; your personality is what matters most to him, your opinions and what you think is right and what is wrong, not whether your stomach shows in the dress you just bought. You're the most beautiful woman on the planet in his eyes and, even though he's just a bit irritated when you doubt the truthfulness of his words, his frown melts when his gaze meets yours.

He'll gladly tell you just how much he's in love with everything about you, in great detail, even — how gorgeous your hair is, how he's feeling nothing but utmost adoration for your thighs, how your stomach and arms are pure perfection —, and his voice is so utterly earnest that you have no choice but to trust that he's more than one hundred percent serious about it.

“I promise you with complete honesty that you have nothing to be worried about. Please, my love — you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. You're perfect in every way imaginable. Please trust me when I say that I adore everything about you.”

FYODOR is rather enamoured with your curves; how could he not be? Your softer figure contrasts nicely to his own thin body, gentle roundness compared to his sharp angles, and, whenever his fingers gently graze over your skin, he doesn't have to worry about meeting hard bone — everything about you is soft and plush. Admittedly, he is fond of pretty people, which is why he's quick to raise an eyebrow if you ever mention any insecurity related to your appearance, not hesitating to tell you that, in his eyes, you look ethereal at all times, and some stretch marks or anything you could possibly worry about won't change that.

He appreciates your hips most of all; the pleasant roundness of them ties into his breeding kink and, really, you can't possibly blame him for thinking of starting a family with you when you're this enticing, now can you? Short blunt nails dig into said curves when he thrusts into you, his narrow hips flush against your plush ones, your knees nearly brushing against your shoulders with the mating press he's positioned you in and, yes, he'll make sure to fill you up at least two times tonight while soft praise falls from pale lips, something about how pretty you are, how very gorgeous.

“My, my, how lucky I am to have such a pretty woman by my side, hm? Your moans are so very sweet, dear. Do me a favour and do not try to hide yourself from me, darling; you are most beautiful — always, yet especially right now.”

NIKOLAI, as always, is a menace when it comes to showing his affection for you. Really, he refuses to be blamed for the way his hands wander on your pretty body, exploring each inch of it, no matter whether you're in public or in private. He's not one to be shy, after all, and you shouldn't be either — though, well, if you do get flustered by him outright groping you all the time, he'll certainly tease you for it. You're just so soft and pleasant to touch, honestly, he has no choice but to!

He most enjoys resting his hand on your hip or your butt, laying his head down onto your chest or grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs. Speaking of thighs — surely you'll indulge him when he aches to fuck them, yes? The feeling of your inner thighs squeezing his dick is as close to heaven as he's ever going to get. He doesn't get why you'd ever be insecure about your appearance; you're the prettiest little thing he's ever laid eyes on, don't you know? Luckily, he doesn't hesitate to all but overload you with compliments, albeit some of them eventually go back into lewd territory with how he's swooning about your tight little cunt—

“You're so very sweet, doll—, to think you yourself don't see just how adorable you are, hah! How could you be anything but perfect when you're mewling so cutely underneath me? Ah—, my, my, perhaps I should tell you this later when you're not aching to come, hm? Bet you can hardly understand a word of what I'm saying right now.”

First and foremost, POE has fallen for you mainly because of your personality — it's merely what matters most to him. That, however, doesn't mean that he is not appreciative of your body; really, it's quite the opposite. Even though the compliments falling from his lips sound oh so eloquent, he honestly struggles to focus on anything but your curves, on the way the fabric of your clothes hugs your body just right, on the way he just aches to touch you, even though the mere thought gets him flustered.

Pink quickly rises to his face, flushing his cheeks with heat when he gets too caught up in fantasies, whether they're sweet and domestic or of more lewd nature. Even though you're in a relationship, he can't help but scold himself internally for the way his brain stutters to a complete halt just at the sight of your plush thighs. If you ever doubt yourself, he's awfully understanding, his tone soft while he reassures you that you're perfect in every way imaginable — he's not unfamiliar with self-doubt himself, and he wants to make sure you're aware that his love for you is absolutely unconditional.

“Trust me, my dear, I know how you feel, and it pains me to see you unhappy. Please—, you're gorgeous in every way. Each time I look at you I fall in love all over again. Please, trust my words, yes? If there's anything I can do to help raise your confidence, please tell me. Would you enjoy going shopping, perhaps?”

Your mere existence causes MUSHITARŌ suffering. Really, how is he supposed to concentrate on some surely awfully important task when you, his sweet sweet girlfriend, are next to him, forcing all his attention onto you just by being present? You're just so pretty today — today and every day —, he's able to feel his cheeks flush with heat just from glancing at you for too long, and he's really unsure just how much longer he's able to fight the urge to kiss you.

If you ever mention anything about feeling insecure about your appearance or weight, he's honestly caught off-guard. For some reason, he didn't expect you to worry about anything like that; not when, in his eyes, there's nothing for you to worry about. His first instinct, when you mention how, occasionally, you feel like you're too round and soft and your arms and stomach might be too big, is to scoff, though he's quick to apologise for his rather rude reaction. He's never been good at comforting people, and yet he tries, a little awkwardly, that he has never seen anyone quite as angelic as you before.

“Now—, love, please, quit looking all sad, will you? My apologies for my terrible reaction. This was merely a topic I did not expect — truly, whenever I look at you, I could swear an angel has descended from Heaven just for me, and yet you doubt yourself. I really don't understand it, but I assure you there is nothing you must feel insecure about.”

While JŌNO, on a purely logical level, understands why you might occasionally be insecure about your body, he, in all honesty, also does not get it. To him, you're nothing short of gorgeous; your skin is soft and smooth underneath his calloused hands whenever he touches you, your hips are plush when he holds you by them, and he might just instinctively chuckle the first time you meekly ask whether something as unimportant as stretch marks on your skin bothers him. Really, who do you think he is? Some prepubescent boy? Honestly, now; your concerns are ridiculous enough to make him huff out a laugh.

Your body is the perfect contrast to his own taut muscle and, even though he doesn't openly admit it, he quite enjoys how soft you are, how gentle, and how he's able to lay his head onto your thighs or chest to relax, hair falling into his eyes while you run your fingers through white and red strands. Being this close to you is the most comforting thing he's ever known; it feels like — you feel like — coming home.

“Haven't I already told you you're perfectly fine the way you are? I wouldn't have fallen for you otherwise. Besides, my opinion is the only one that has to matter to you, right? There's no reason for you to keep worrying about it, then.”

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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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⁎ ˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Nikolai, Mushitarō, Jōno

content: f!reader, nsfw content, clothed sxx, degradation, teasing, dry humping, thigh riding, semi public sxx, cxm on clothing (don't mind the x.. perhaps it won't get labeled with a cxmmunity note then?)

Whether you initiate making out with him in one of the storage rooms of the Agency or you're simply along for the ride really doesn't matter, given how DAZAI will tease you mercilessly anyway. His lips curl into a smug smile when you grind against his thigh, pressed flush against his body, head resting against his shoulder, and his taunting words are as sugary sweet as they're mercilessly cruel.

He urges you to continue, thigh muscles flexing underneath you and giving you a hard surface to grind again, and he chuckles when you cry out, all but aching for him to touch you instead, for slim fingers to slip underneath your skirt and into your panties. Unfortunately for you, he quite likes watching you get more and more desperate the longer you're unable to come by yourself.

“Having trouble, love? My, my, you're too cute when you whine like that. Why don't you try again, hm? I'm certain you'll be able to come if you just rut against me long enough.”

Honestly, CHŪYA is not too fond of having actual sex while still dressed. It's fine for making out, exchanging hungry kisses, your hands wandering underneath his clothes as much as his are on your bare skin, but, in his opinion, that's when the next part should follow, which is tearing said clothing off each other. Still, he does understand why you'd be too impatient to wait and, this time, would prefer to just get to the main event; it is kind of hot that you're still dressed when he stretches you open on two fingers, some of your arousal dripping down onto your skirt.

He's so hard it's becoming painful with how tight his trousers suddenly seem and your heels dig into his shoulders, but he's not about to complain, not when you clench tightly around his fingers and whine for him to please just fuck you properly and, well, he doesn't think he'd have the patience to undress either of you right now. He's all throaty groans when he pushes his trousers only down far enough to get his dick out, immediately pushing into your tight heat, moaning in the process and, before he can spare your sharp heels any more thoughts, he's rasping out praises about how good you feel around him.

“God—, you're so damn tight, fuck. Hah, guess this was a good idea after all. Seeing you all fucked out in your everyday clothes is a cute look.”

KUNIKIDA prefers to do things slowly and thoroughly, to have enough time to gently take you apart and build you back up, to make you come on his fingers before he actually fucks you — but, occasionally, he struggles when it comes to denying you. That's the only explanation he has as for why you're all but making out in the Agency's office, empty except for the two of you, with you pinned against his desk, wood digging into your lower back and lips meeting in a desperate kiss.

You can't really pretend to care about the mild discomfort, not when he moans so sweetly into the kiss as you press your palm against his dick, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and your lips curl into a smirk at his weakening protests about someone walking in and seeing you like this. The way his cock twitches at the idea certainly doesn't seem like he minds the thought.

“We need to be—, ah, quick about this, darling. Both of us would lose our jobs if someone caught us doing this, in the office no less. Oh—, that was good. Do that again, please—, ah, God. You are too irresistible.”

RANPO is quite fond of it whenever the both of you get too impatient to actually undress and make out properly, instead settling on rutting against each other, his hard dick rubbing against your cunt even through the layers of your clothes, the pressure causing both of you to moan softly. It's a quick and effective way for you to get each other off, especially when the situation doesn't quite call for it; the restrooms in the police station, especially while he's waiting for Minoura to return and drive you to some crime scene, really isn't the best place to have actual sex, after all.

If you get too loud, he's quick to push two fingers between your lips and into your mouth, giving you something to busy yourself with while you grind against each other, panting and moaning. It wouldn't be a good look for the Agency if you were found making out while on the job, after all. Occasionally, when he doesn't want to do any work at all, he merely lets you sit on his lap in the office, you rutting down against his cock, whining that it's not enough — if you beg sweetly enough, he'll gladly help you out and slip his hand into your panties. Though it might take a while; you sound awfully cute when pleading, after all.

“Ah, I'm not sure whether you deserve my help yet, love. Why don't you beg me some more, hm? Perhaps I'll change my mind. We'll see. Just do your best for now, will you? I'm quite enjoying the show.”

While JŌNO isn't opposed to the idea of thigh riding — not at all, even; go right ahead, he certainly won't stop you —, he's mean about it. His smirk stretches wide across his lips, as condescending as can be, as you try and pleasure yourself through grinding down against his leg, strong muscle firm underneath you. Occasionally, the angle is just right, the fabric of your panties rubbing against your throbbing clit, providing delicious friction, causing you to whine softly, back arched.

His voice drips with amusement as he calls you a slut, a needy whore even, his words all too cruel until your face feels hot with embarrassment, though it's not like you can stop — literally, because he's got his hands on your hips, moving your body for you, pulling you down against him in a steady rhythm. When you get too comfortable, he makes sure to bounce his thigh a little, relishing in the high-pitched cries you let out at the sudden change in angle.

“I have to admit, you're adorable. Really, I knew you were needy before, but that you're as insatiable as to rut against me like a bitch in heat — that's cute. How about this; if you manage to make yourself come in the next minute, I'll fuck you properly afterwards. If you don't, well; that'd be a shame. It'd seem like you're not grateful for my thigh, then.”

Naturally, FUKUZAWA has quite a lot of patience; it's one of the many qualities that come with the job, whether he wanted it or not. Still, despite all that self-control, he occasionally just can't help but indulge you when you keep on whining about wanting him. His office, the door leading to it heavy, gives an illusion of privacy, at least, which is why he assumes it's not that bad, not quite as lewd as it could be, when you sink down on his dick, a soft moan falling from your lips as he bottoms out inside of you.

You've merely opened his yukata enough to get his cock out, your own skirt convenient, panties pushed to the side instead of pulled off fully; it's messy, but both of you are eager as you rise up on your knees, setting a steady rhythm of up and down, up and down, the head of his dick catching on your hole before it can slip out fully. The friction has both of you moaning, his raspy groans a contrast to your soft mewls, even as you try and stifle your noises in his shoulder — the Agency's walls are as thin as paper, after all.

“Quiet, dear. I don't wish for anyone but me to hear you like this. Those cute noises of yours are reserved for my ears only, understood? .. Good. Good girl. Keep that pace up, now. I'm close already. Come together with me.”

FYODOR is a busy man, that much you're aware of. Still, you can't quite help but miss him, especially when he spends all day hauled up in his office — if you can even call the room that, dark and gloomy as it is, with merely the shine of many computer screens illuminating it —, working on things that are too important, on plans that are too big for you to fully grasp. Luckily, you're able to settle on a compromise, for when you merely need his touch — even though his legs are thin, his lap is quite comfortable when you cuddle up close to him — and for when you need him in other ways, too.

He doesn't mind it particularly much when you grind your hips down against skinny thighs, moaning softly and burying your head in his shoulder while he continues to work, the soft clacking noises of his keyboard a steady background noise you at least try and focus on. Occasionally, one hand of his moves to rest on the curve of your waist, gently caressing you before being taken away again and, even though the occasional friction against your clit when you catch a good angle feels heavenly, you doubt you'll be able to come like this — especially since the rule of you having to be lowkey about it and not disrupting his work had fallen from pale lips.

“Ah, ah — mind the movement, darling. I am certain you do not want me to accidentally press a random button; who knows what might happen, hm? Perhaps it would be a catastrophical event, triggered by your needy behaviour alone. Slow down, dear.”

NIKOLAI is rather eager — really, can you blame him when you run around looking cute all day? He just wants to ruin you so badly; you absolutely can blame him, naturally, but you won't, given how he's awfully good at getting what he wants, and it's no surprise that, soon enough, you find yourself pinned to the wall in some hallway, his hips pushing against the curve of your ass, his dick pressing against you. He doesn't bother to stay quiet and encourages you to be as loud as you wish, too; so what if someone walks in on you? He certainly doesn't mind.

The dry humping has mewls and whines falling from your lips, with you trying hard to brace your hands on the wall in order not to be completely forced against it; Nikolai groans and moans into your ear, warm breath against your neck, your back arching in pleasure. Of course, he's not content just making out with you — the moment he's close, he's quick to open his trousers just a bit, enough so that he can come onto your lower back, successfully staining your clothes and giggling about how utterly ruined you look.

“Ah, ah, look at you, you're so cute, doll—, that's a nice view. A good look on you indeed, hm; perhaps I should mark you up like that more often, yes? Ah, I wonder what you'll do now; I'm afraid everyone will know just what we got up to. My, my, that's quite troublesome for you.”

It's really not your fault that MUSHITARŌ is quite this handsome — so much, even, that you just can't wait until you're home —, though, with the way his eyes narrow at you when you grind your hips down against his thin thigh again, it's obvious he seems to disagree. Still, his cheeks are flushed a lovely pink colour and his hands settle on your hips when you whine softly, curling into him, cheek resting against his shoulder as you rut against him.

He's equally as eager as you are, yet hesitant to admit it, though there's no hiding the way his dick strains against his trousers. The sight of you getting yourself off using his thigh, sitting on his lap in a room that, for now, is empty yet with an unlocked door — God, someone could walk in at all times —, unfortunately gets to him, too; the moment you push your hand into his underwear and wrap it around his dick, he whimpers, the noise high-pitched, eyes squeezed shut, all previous complaints dying on his tongue and, while he pretends to scrunch his nose up at the wet stain your arousal left on his thigh, dripping into expensive fabric, his cock merely twitches again in your hand with mild interest.

“Ah—, I'm afraid my suit deserves a proper wash after this. How am I going to cover the stain up until we're home, hm? I'm not complaining—, stop mocking me. I do not sound like that. Naturally I enjoyed this, too — you must have noticed that much.”

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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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Clicking masterlist in your pinned post works, the ones in the individual lists work too, but the list of fandoms themselves doesn’t link anywhere

i see, thank you!! i just relinked them and changed it a little, does it work now?

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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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do you have somewhere we can follow you in case tumblr really goes down this time?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN TUMBLR GOES DOWN i missed something. i feel like tumblr will not go down. but!! i have:

✧ ao3

✧ a twitter i never use

✧ and vgen (where i currently opened some slots for comms! yay)!

but also. where is everyone else going in case of emergency... twitter really isn't the place for writing, is it.....

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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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I don’t think your masterlist is working :(

oh no!! :( is it still not? what exactly is not working? the links? aa :( i would love to fix it.... does everyone have this issue..

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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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helllooo hru

hi!! i'm doing well, thank you!! how are you?

also, new writing coming soon!!

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honeydazai · 3 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ how they express their love for you

feat.: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Sevika

notes: the same prompt has also been written before by my beloved @moonlight-in-the-sea here!! observe it or perish.

VIKTOR, all scepticism and sharp edges, raised eyebrows and discontent twitches of his lip when it comes to interacting with most people, has long learned to be open and honest with you. It's been a bit of a work in progress, the two of you growing closer over time, a natural development, but it's certainly paid out — his open expression and warm smile whenever he's with you makes your chest feel tight with affection, as does the fact that he has let his guards down completely, discussing just about every topic with you, ranging from the kinks of new inventions he still had to figure out, to gossip about the councillors. His humour blooms around you and Jayce, becoming one of his most noticeable traits.

It's no secret that he's working more often than not, that he's eating and sleeping in the lab whenever you don't put a stop to it, but, as you grow closer, he makes sure to split his attention between his two greatest passions; you, and his work. It shows in multiple ways, either through him inviting you to come along and watch, proudly introducing the new hextech inventions to you, eyes shining brighter than blue stones, or him actually taking half a day off to spend with you instead, taking you out to explore Piltover's little shops or simply staying at home with you, all domestic bliss.

It's strikingly obvious to both you, and to everyone around you, that JAYCE is especially fond of you, given how much he's touching you. They're all innocent gestures, like his huge hand resting on your upper arm, or on the small of your back when the two of you walk next to each other, or the warm hug he pulls you into when seeing you for the first time that day, strong arms inescapable, but it happens too often to be a coincidence. Whether he himself knows he's doing it is debatable — your best guess is that it comes so naturally to him that he barely even notices.

He's surprisingly attentive when it comes to your wellbeing — it shows in him always having a blanket on hand, or him giving you his jacket, when you're cold, in him asking if you've eaten already and keeping foods you like around.

His family's work is forging, and even though he's not quite as used to working on something this delicate, he does extraordinarily well when it comes to making you jewellery, working every night until there's no flaws to be detected. He also asks Mel or Viktor — Mel, preferably; subtlety is more her strength — to figure out what kind of gemstones you prefer to use those in the design.

SILCO is a man who values privacy — and yet, he has no issue with you constantly hanging around his office. Really, he's weak enough for you that he might attempt to scold you when you sit on his desk, pushing important documents to the side, or even on his lap while he's working, claiming your rightful place, arms looped around his neck, but his words never come off as truly strict, tone exasperated, but he'd never do anything against it. At this point, his office is as much your space as it is his, given how your belongings lie around everywhere — your lipgloss on his desk, your spare jacket on his wall, your favourite snacks secretly stocked in his drawers.

He's strikingly loyal, never even looking twice at someone else, given how he can only see himself being with you. Silco's always thinking of you, which shows not only in the way he brings you small gifts and trinkets — not unlike a crow — whenever he has to traverse the Undercity, but also through him wanting to keep your relationship a secret. It's most likely a sensitive topic, because he doesn't want you to think he's ashamed of you, never, but he's an influential man, and he just cannot stand the idea of someone harming you because of your connection to him. He's terrified of losing you.

VANDER is caring by nature, it shows in the way he protects his children and friends, his loved ones, his people. Still, with you, it's all the more obvious. Whenever you make your way to the bar, spending nights and early mornings at The Last Drop, he has your favourite drink already poured for you, including any modifications and snacks you like. In his mind, there's a whole section of facts about you, including your favourite positions to sleep in, your most beloved outfits, and the food you always ask for at the street vendor the two of you usually visit, and he couldn't stop himself from constantly gaining more information about what you like and dislike if he tried.

He's fond of physical affection, both strong arms wrapped around your waist when the two of you are sleeping, or the large of his hand splayed out on your lower back when he's guiding you through the crowds gathering in the bar. Not only does he simply enjoy touching you, the person he loves so very close to him, but he also wants to know you're safe at all times — if any stranger approaches you, setting you on edge, he's right there by your side. At night, he might cling to you a bit more tightly than usual when he's had bad thoughts of losing you the day long.

SEVIKA is entirely smitten by you. It's obvious enough that some of her colleagues comment on it, laughing and jeering at the heart-eyes she gives you whenever you walk by, gaze lingering for way too long, roaming over the curves of your hip and the way your hair moves in the wind. She's not bothered by anyone poking fun at her; yeah, she's heads over heels for you. So what?

She also really enjoys listening to you talk. After a hard day of work, there's nothing more relaxing to her than simply focusing on you, on your voice, on the peculiar way you pronounce certain words, and when she rests her head in your lap, your fingers gently threading through her hair, she just wants you to ramble about whatever comes to your mind.

Compared to Vander, her protection of you is mostly verbal — though that does not mean she wouldn't punch a guy until he's coughing blood if he looked at you the wrong way. Still, she's influential, imposing enough with just a raised eyebrow and a warning word for almost anyone to turn, tail between their legs, when they're staring at you for even a moment too long.

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I need domestic Viktor and Jayce ( especially Jayce 😍)

₊˚⊹♡ domestic moments

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis

notes: A!! YES. this was so cute.. i love them....

Jayce likes to cook, and he's good at it, too — really, his mother would be disappointed if he wasn't. You can find him in your shared kitchen regularly, adding spices to your meal or flipping pancakes, humming absentmindedly to himself, and he's all too happy to let you taste-test the second you ask to. When you compliment him on his cooking, he beams.

He's clingy in the best way, constantly aching to spend time with you, even if it's just him laying his head on your lap while you read or do whatever else. He's just happy to be with you.

In the kitchen cupboards, there's varieties of pastries for the two of you to enjoy that he makes sure to keep stocked — at one point, he attempted to make the ones you two enjoyed on Progress Day, but the recipe was flawed and the bakers making the original ones were professionals, or so he defends the sad result.

Even though grocery shopping is usually but a chore that needs to be done, it doesn't feel that way when the two of you do it together, with him meticulously checking his grocery list every five minutes while you curiously check the aisles for snacks either of you would enjoy. He carries the bags back home, too; what are all his muscles for otherwise?

There's little he enjoys doing more than cuddling with you, curled up in bed, comfortable and safe. Despite his physique, he loves being the little spoon — it doesn't matter how short you may be compared to him, having your arms wrapped around him just makes him feel loved and at peace. Indulge him.

Viktor likes to read to you, his voice calm, soothing, accent warbling enticingly around the words. What by now has become a routine for slow evenings at home began in the first place because you asked him to, claiming to be able to focus better when it's him reading the text aloud. Surprisingly enough, he found himself enjoying it as well, chuckling softly at the way you gaze at him as if he hung the moon, completely entranced. It's awfully cute.

While he prefers not to cook, often reaching for a quick snack instead of wasting time on a proper meal, Viktor will gladly watch you cook. The sight leaves him with a warm feeling spreading through his chest, and he oftentimes he ends up behind you, arms around your waist and chin perched up on your shoulder, the tip of his nose against your neck.

With sweet milk in your fridge and chocolate chip cookies on your kitchen counter, you're well-equipped to spend cozy afternoons together. Since he runs cold, there's quite a few blankets piled up high on your sofa, and you're often huddled underneath them, sharing warmth. Viktor is quite fond of the idea of the two of you consuming media together, such as reading novels — though he will sulk if you ever continue without him. It's a terrible betrayal.

Even though he usually prefers to take quick showers, doing it to get clean rather than to enjoy and relax, he takes the occasional hot bath with you. With you so close to him, skin on skin, he's able to feel the tension bleed from his muscles, and there's something sweet about the vulnerability of washing each other's hair with scented shampoos.

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