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bunni-v1 · 4 months ago

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Pure Vanilla Sfw & Nsfw Headcanons

🍓These are shorter than SMC's, purely (hah) since there's less to say about nsfw headcanons. He's a really simple guy, alright? Anyway, I hope you enjoy these. I'll be working on the poly hc's soon and also some requests -- cookie run related and not. Love you all MWAH!

MDNI (Seriously I'll find you)

Tw: None?; Grammar errors

Info: Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader; Fluff; Angst (only a little); nsfw

-Pure Vanilla Cookie is a gentle soul. His hands are soft and kind to any and all he meets, and he does the most he can to keep the peace amongst those he holds dear. His calm demeanor makes him seem like the perfect candidate for a partner, but I’m gonna be 100% this guy has issues.

-He has very real trauma from the Dark Flower War that keeps him up at night, despite how much he tries to hide it. Betrayal from one of his dearest friends also haunts him, despite things being… different now… it sticks with him as it would any normal cookie. He’s insecure to a level that a god-king should not be capable of, but he certainly feels that insecurity deeply. Oh, and he never got over White Lily Cookie.

-It’s also very likely that he wouldn’t deem himself ‘worthy’ of being loved in such a manner, especially after the situation with White Lily. He can’t save his friends, he can’t save his subjects, what would he do if he couldn’t save a lover? It would be better not to have his heart broken like that.

-Not to mention his experience with relationships is… sparse. Other than White Lily Cookie, he hasn’t really had much romantic experience – nor did he want to. His focus is often set elsewhere, and his humility can frequently get in the way of forming genuine connections with others.

-He’s so incredibly old now, he feels like his time has passed. Besides, any cookie who might proposition him is far younger, and while he respects them he wouldn’t want to get in the way of their opportunity to connect with someone who could be a better match.

-Not to mention he gets propositioned a lot. Many cookies like the idea of him, but few can actually handle how patient and gentle he really is. It doesn’t upset him, nor does he hold it against them, it’s just how the world seems to work out.

-Excuses, excuses, excuses with him. They’re never-ending.

-Then, of course, there was you. The sweet cookie you were, you had the patience of a saint. Any excuse he came up with, you seemed to find a way to prove him wrong. (You make him second guess if he really is patient, with how much you wait on him and work to prove him wrong).

-He isn’t testing you by any means when he pushes you away. Pure Vanilla Cookie really does believe you could do better than him. (Him! How could you do better than him!?) He’s trying to save you from himself, but the more steadfast you are the more he starts to fold and bend to what you like.

-It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy having you around, he quite prefers it when you’re by his side. You’re also so very pretty, he gazes at you when you aren’t looking more than he’d like to admit (his staff gives him quite the stink eye for this one). Your patience with him is admirable, and you make such an effort to get close to him. You’ve more than proven that you are serious about your confessions to him.

-After (literally) a thousand years, he decides just to try again. Leading you on was cruel, especially when he reciprocated your feelings, so he makes the effort of a confession – and great cookies above it was sweet.

-He brings you to his pagoda, a place you frequently spend sitting quietly next to him. He knows you’re fond of it, especially of the white lilies that bloom around it. You sit next to him as usual, staring off into the distance in thought while he watches you through his lashes. Your beauty is something he loves to behold, and he wonders if the kingdom would be alright if he did so for the next thousand years. Just like this, quiet and alone in the place you’ve both made your own.

-You laugh when you catch him staring, and his dough burns hot – both from the melodious sound and from being caught so shameless. He doesn’t let it linger too long, taking your hand in his with care he hadn’t shown you much yet. It’s a bit odd for him to suddenly be physical with you, but when he looks at you, and I mean looks at you, you understand what's happening.

-He tells you how he’s grown into his fondness for you, that he appreciates your patience with him and giving him a chance to think things over in himself before pushing him into a choice. He expresses what he loves about being around you and how he feels like himself when he is near your side. How he aches when you aren’t around, and that he worries for you all the time even though you’re more than safe in the walls of the kingdom.

-He goes on for so long that you have to cut him off and tell him you get the point, which just makes him laugh because that is something he likes about you. You never let him get too far ahead of himself or too deep in his head before you pull him back up for air.

-And, while you might’ve fallen first for his gentleness and his kindness, he falls leagues harder than you ever could. After his confession, he goes out of his way to have you around, and it’s not until nearly all of your things are within his room that he realizes maybe he got a little too deep a little too fast.

-Then you smile that smile and all his thoughts are washed away in favor of following after you on whatever adventure you had planned in the kingdom for the day.

-As a partner, believe it or not, Pure Vanilla Cookie is not physically affectionate so much as he is verbally affectionate. He prefers showing his love through words and acts of service. He will run himself ragged to make sure you won’t worry about anything. You’ll have to step in and stop him at times because he will go to the ends of earthbread for you.

-He’s so giving, always thinking of things he can do for you or gifts to get that would make you smile so widely at him. It’s something the other Ancients tease him relentlessly for, especially Golden Cheese and Hollyberry.

-Though, they are all fond of you in their own way. It’s been a long time since Pure Vanilla has been so… contented with things. He finds pure joy in doting on you, and he feels secure having someone who loves him as he is. None of them can disapprove of you when you make him so happy.

-They tell you embarrassing stories of him when he was younger, not a hero or a god, but a regular cookie who tripped over his own two feet and made a fool of himself. They tell you plenty of embarrassing stories about him having earned his power too and believe that to be true, but the ones they seem most fond of are those before they rose to their current titles.

-Pure Vanilla always huffs and pouts, but doesn’t interject much more than that when he sees the wide grin on your face. Seeing you get along with his long-time friends is very important to him, so he’s glad they’ve taken a liking to you.

-Even Dark Cacao Cookie seems to like you, humoring your little jokes and jabs as you give them. He feels as though he’s chosen the right cookie to love – though, he supposes you chose him and he just followed your lead like he always does.

-There is one tiny dilemma, though… White Lily Cookie. See, it’s not as though she is a threat to your relationship at all. She would never and could never interfere, even if she still held feelings for Pure Vanilla (if she ever did in the first place). Pure Vanilla is just a trainwreck of grief and regret surrounding her, his dearest friend.

-His love for you has never wavered, not once since he fell for you, but for a moment when he sees her, he’s terrified that it might. All of those feelings hit him at once, and he is again that reckless young cookie at the academy following her around like a lost puppy. She looks at him and his heart races, then it sinks to the pits of his stomach.

-How could he be so selfish to consider hurting you in such a way, for even a moment? He and White Lily Cookie were no longer the same as they were before their falling out, he knew that, and yet his past crept up on him like a monster in the shadows. It makes his stomach churn.

-But you lay a hand on his arm, and you give him this look like you know exactly what’s going on, and suddenly it’s all alright. You’re right here, and you’re all he needs. He knows that more than anyone else.

-That doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting in your chest when you see the way he looks at her, but you know your Pure Vanilla. He would never do anything to hurt you, he was the kindest and most loving cookie you have ever had the privilege to share your life with.

-Now, with that established, we can divulge into him as your partner.

-As I mentioned he’s very giving, but he’s terrible and receiving gifts from you. He’s not used to it, and he may outright refuse to accept it, but if you push him he’ll give. He always loves what you give him anyway, even if it’s the smallest insignificant thing. It always gets displayed somewhere he can see it, or he makes a way to use it in his daily life.

-It takes him a while to be open with you. He feels his feelings and thoughts are a burden on you, so his worries usually go unspoken unless you notice them yourself.

-If you notice something and point it out, he’ll tell you what's wrong. He wouldn’t want to lie to you and make you more worried about things. He downplays it a lot, though. It takes a lot of stubbornness on your part to get him to open up and admit when he’s feeling really bad.

-He does let you in little by little, and you get to see more of Pure Vanilla as he is beneath all the smiles and passivity.

-I also mentioned that he’s verbally affectionate over physically. He gives you so much praise it makes your head spin in circles. Everything you do is worth praising in his eyes, even silly little things like finding your way through the castle or grabbing yourself something special to eat one day.

-Constantly mentions how lucky he is to have you, his admiration truly knows no end. Ah, and he speaks of you all around the kingdom. Other cookies think you’re a literal saint thanks to him, and you’re treated with so much respect by those in the cookie kingdom.

-Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookie all adore you, and get so very excited when you offer to go on an adventure with them. (Much to Pure Vanilla’s worry and dismay.) The way you interact with them makes Pure Vanilla’s chest ache at the sight. You’re so wonderful with children, he loves seeing the way you handle them with love and care. Makes him wonder what you might be like with children of your own… Ah, that’s not a trail of thought he should go down too far just yet. One day, though.

-As sweet and loving as he is, he’s fiercely protective of you. He’s lost quite a bit in his life, and he knows he will lose more, he’d like to prevent another loss if he can help it though. If you argue with him, it’s almost always about this.

-He doesn’t like you going to dangerous locations, he doesn’t like it when you leave his side for more than a day or so, and he certainly doesn’t approve of you putting yourself at risk for adventure. Usually, you settle this by just having him come with you, but sometimes even that isn’t enough for him.

-Regardless, the angriest you see him (other than the Shadow Milk incident lol), is when you are at risk. It’s easy to forget he’s very powerful, akin to a god, but he is. He is not afraid to use that power to protect you if he must. (It’s lowkey hot I’m ngl.)

-Now he’s not the type to go overboard with this kind of stuff, he’ll only do what he must to remove the threat if he has to. He is not afraid to be violent if he needs to be, though. Immediately after he will worry over you with such gentleness it will give you whiplash.

-He’s aware his outbursts of anger are uncommon and jarring from his usual demeanor, but he’s just a cookie after all. He loves you very much, and if he can keep you safe he will for as long as you live.

-Jealousy is rare from him, which is to be expected, but he does get jealous. Specifically when he sees you interacting with cookies in a way he can’t interact with you. Physical affection is usually what gets him upset.

-Not that he can’t be physically affectionate, but that he has a hard time being physical with anyone. It’s a difficult thing he struggles with, and while you’re understanding and loving, he can’t stop the rare annoyance bubbling up in his chest when he sees one of your friends touching you so casually.

-It’s the only time other cookies might get to see him frown around the kingdom, a displeased expression etched across his normally gentle features. It won’t fade until you return your attention to him and make him feel validated in his feelings.

-After these stints, it is common that he drags you (pulls you gently by your hand) back to his room and cuddles up to you in the quiet of his bedroom. He’ll whisper his worries at your insistence, and melt into your touch as you soothe him instead of scolding like most others would.

-Oh, and it’s very very bad when Shadow Milk Cookie is involved. Shadow Milk knows just how to get under his skin, and you are an easily accessible soft spot.

-Not only is Shadow Milk far more open in expressing himself than Pure Vanilla is, but he’s very physical with everything. While Shadow Milk may not see you as anything more than a doll to play with, it infuriates Pure Vanilla to see him touch you and flirt with you like you are his when you are Pure Vanilla’s.

-He brings out that possessive side of Pure Vanilla that he represses as hard as he can. He doesn’t want to share you, though. Not with anyone and especially not Shadow Milk Cookie. You are his life partner, the person he loves more than anything in the world, that’s not something he’s ever had before and he doesn’t want anyone else to be able to feel what your love feels like. Allow him to be selfish just this once.

-I also have a belief that ancients have something similar to a beast bite, though it’s less common that any of them “mark” a partner. Pure Vanilla is the least likely to leave such a mark on you unless you seem insistent upon learning about it.

-Functionally it’s similar to the beast bite, but there is no need for biting in their case – they can if they’d like to, though. Instead, it’s just a magical seal that can be placed upon your dough that resembles their souljam. It connects the two of you physically and emotionally.

-When Pure Vanilla misses you, it sends a wave of sadness through you. A longing that is not your own, but feels so familiar to your own that you could easily mistake it as such. His emotions always come in big waves that nearly drown you then quiet down again as soon as they come.

-Pure Vanilla, again, wouldn’t place one on you unless you really wanted it. If you did, though, he would place it right where your spine meets your neck. The little blue mark peeks over the tops of your shirts like a tease, reminding everyone who you are with.

-Just because he is kind doesn’t mean he can’t also be a little possessive of you. You’re wonderful, after all, he can’t risk any cookie thinking you’re available.

-Besides the blue looks stunning on your dough, if he says so himself. And he does.

-Now, onto the bedroom.

-To start I’ll say Pure Vanilla is deceptively innocent-looking. It’s easy to imagine he feels no urges or wants in a sexual sense, but that’s not true at all. He’s just good at repressing them. And he’s repressed them for years and years and years.

-His sexual experience is probably also low, but I can imagine he’s had sex previously with a cookie or two (maybe even White Lily, depending on the circumstances). The important thing is that he has experience, and he’s not as awkward about it as one might think.

-It’s very similar to how he falls in love with you, once he gets a taste he really can’t stop himself from falling further and further down.

-He’s very patient though, so he won’t initiate your first time together. He’d rather you decide that since he’s more than ready to do whatever you’d like. (He’d been thinking about it since three months in, but he didn’t want to move too fast so he just pretended nothing was wrong.)

-When you do decide you are ready, he is there waiting with open arms for you. He makes sure your first time together is all about what you want and focuses on making sure you feel good. He’s a people pleaser in every aspect of his life, including the bedroom.

-But, if he had to pick what he preferred, he’d probably admit to being a service top. He likes to make you feel good, and he wants to know everything that makes your body react to him. He treats it like a secret ancient knowledge that only he is privy to.

-He likes to know you in every aspect of your life, the bedroom is no different. He takes his time always, preferring to go slow and steady rather than fast and rough. He’s a quick learner too, picking up your likes and dislikes with an ease that would make any student jealous. Within two, maybe three sessions he’s got you read like a book. It’s infuriating how easily he manages to get you to melt under his touch.

-If you want to top, he’ll oblige you, though you can tell he really prefers taking care of you over being taken care of. There’s just something so special about being allowed to have you like this. So soft and pliant beneath him. All the trust in the world rests on his shoulders, and he holds it like it is the most important thing in the world.

-And he is so, so giving during sex.

-He takes his time with you, starting with slow and deep kisses that trail down your neck. He worships you like a god, smothering your dough with his affections. Not an inch of you will be left untouched from his lips, burning your skin into his memories so he never forgets how it feels beneath his tongue.

-And he whispers such loving words of admiration, talking about how wonderful you are for him. Mumbling against you that you taste so sweet and that each noise you make sounds like a symphony to his ears. He encourages you to let go, allow him to love you as you are, and let him see all the most vulnerable sides of you because that is all he wants.

-When he tastes your juices he sighs like he is in heaven. His pleasure is only found in you, after all. Your taste is something he could easily fall into addiction for, just like every other part of you.

-You can be rough with him while he goes down on you if you’d like, he doesn’t mind at all. Grab and pull at his hair, grind yourself into his face, and squeeze him between your legs with all your might. They’re just signs he’s doing his job right, after all.

-Oh, he’s a huge proponent of eye contact. While he can’t quite see well all the time, he always has his eyes open and on you when he can help it. This is especially prevalent when he is inside you (or when you are inside him).

-He presses his forehead to yours and watches your face contort in pleasure, allowing you to do the same. It makes the act more intimate, and he feels so much more connected to you like this. Like he can really see you for who you are in these moments, and feel that love that burns for him in your gaze.

-Alongside this, he always holds your hand. Regardless of if he’s going down on you or if you’re riding him or anything he is adamant your hands remain interlocked. It’s another layer of connection that he uses as a means of expressing his love for you.

-If you can’t tell, he’s seriously into body worship. He loves every inch of you, and sex is the easiest way that he can express this to you.

-He uses sex as an extension of his affection for you, rather than something for fun or to stake claim. It’s another form of love to him, and you can feel this through the way he treats you with such gentleness during the whole act.

-I don’t believe he’s into much other than what I’ve listed above. He’s very vanilla (lol) and traditional about sex, preferring things to be simple, sweet, and loving.

-He prefers to keep things in the bedroom, the idea of being caught makes him run hot, but you can convince him to try a few riskier places. Like the pagoda or in quiet rooms near other cookies, so long as the doors are locked and there’s no risk of interruption.

-He does not like being cared for during the deed, it makes him feel guilty that you’re caring for him when he would rather care for you. If you are insistent he’ll give in, but he makes it known he would prefer to be providing than being provided for.

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solxamber · 4 months ago

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Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day with: Heartslabyul

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Riddle Rosehearts

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as you approach Riddle. He’s seated in the Heartslabyul garden, engrossed in a book, completely unaware that his life is about to change forever.

Your hands are sweating. Fantastic. Nothing says “I love you” like handing someone a heart-shaped box drenched in pure nervousness.

“Riddle,” you say, voice admirably steady despite the chaos in your soul.

He looks up, eyes widening slightly at your presence. “Good afternoon. What brings you here?”

You very calmly thrust the box toward him like a knight presenting a sacred relic. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I made this for you.”

The change is immediate.

Riddle freezes, his entire face flaring up like a traffic light on its final warning. His fingers twitch as he hesitantly accepts the box, staring at it as if you’d just handed him the crown of a foreign kingdom.

“You… made this? For me?” His voice is slightly higher than usual. The poor guy is barely holding it together.

You nod, feeling your heart slam against your ribs. “Yeah. And, um… I like you. A lot.”

For a second, you’re terrified he might actually faint. His ears are burning, his posture unnaturally stiff as he processes your words in real time. You can practically see the gears in his head jamming.

Then, slowly, carefully, he sets the box on the table beside him, takes a breath, and stands.

And before you can react, he takes your hand in his, bows slightly, and presses the lightest, most delicate kiss against your knuckles.

It’s so soft. So warm. So utterly, devastatingly polite—yet scandalously romantic—that your brain completely short-circuits.

He lifts his gaze to yours, still impossibly red but full of something achingly genuine. “I… accept your feelings,” he murmurs, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly. “And I—I… I like you as well."

You’re gone. This is too much. His flustered sincerity should not be this cute.

Riddle clears his throat, attempting to compose himself—but he absolutely fails because his blush is creeping down his neck now. “A-Anyway. Shall we have tea together? I’d… like to enjoy this properly.”

You nod, still speechless.

Somehow, this went even better than expected.

Trey Clover

You’re standing in an empty classroom, clutching your carefully wrapped box of chocolates like it’s a lifeline. The room is quiet, save for the faint ticking of the clock and the absolute hurricane of nerves raging inside you.

Trey stands across from you, looking as effortlessly cool and put-together as ever, the picture of someone who probably never panics over something as simple as chocolate. Which is unfair, actually, because you’ve been agonizing over this moment.

“I, uh…” You swallow hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I made these for you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Trey blinks in surprise before his expression softens into something warm. “Oh?” He takes the box with careful hands, like it’s something precious. “You made these yourself?”

You nod, but you can’t bring yourself to watch him open it, your stomach twisting into a knot. “Yeah. I know they’re probably not as good as what you make, but—”

“You’re nervous.”

You flinch when you feel the lightest touch under your chin, his fingers tilting your face up. You hadn’t even noticed him stepping closer.

Your breath catches when you meet his eyes. They’re so gentle, full of something soft and unreadable, and suddenly, this moment feels a lot bigger than just some chocolates.

“You really think I’d compare this to something I bake?” he murmurs, his thumb brushing just below your eyes before dropping away. “You made this for me. That alone makes it special.”

Your heart is going through it.

“I—” You swallow, trying to gather your thoughts before you combust. “Trey, I like you. That’s… that’s why I wanted to do this.”

There’s a small pause. And then—his smile.

It’s real, not his usual easygoing grin but something genuine, touched, and just a little bit shy.

“I like you too,” he says, his voice warm as honey.

Oh. Oh.

You barely have time to process it before he straightens up, still holding the chocolates in one hand while the other slides into his pocket. “Come on,” he says, nodding toward the door. “Let me walk you back.”

You blink. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” His smile quirks at the edges, teasing now. “Gotta make sure you don’t run off before I can ask you out properly, right?”

Your heart is doomed.

Cater Diamond

You find Cater in a quiet hallway between classes, leaning against the wall and idly scrolling through his phone. The second he notices you approaching, he perks up, flashing you an easy grin.

"Hey, hey! Fancy seeing you here." His eyes flicker down to the heart-shaped box in your hands, and his grin turns teasing. "Ooooh, what’s this? Someone’s got a Valentine?”

Your stomach is doing backflips. But you force yourself to hold out the box, pretending you’re not dying inside.

“For you,” you manage, voice steady despite the heat creeping up your neck.

Cater blinks. Once. Twice. His usual playful energy pauses, just for a second.

“For me?” His voice is light, but there’s something in it—something careful. “Like… me, me?”

You nod, heart hammering. “Yeah. I like you, Cater. That’s… why I made them.”

And for the first time ever, you see Cater Diamond speechless.

He just stands there, staring at you like you’ve just told him the greatest plot twist of the century. Then, all at once, his grin returns—brighter, realer, and just a little bit unsteady.

“You’re serious?” He lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head like he can’t believe it. “Like, you—out of everyone—actually like me?”

“Obviously?” You shift the box toward him, raising a brow. “You gonna take these or what?”

The teasing snaps him out of it, and he laughs, reaching forward to grab the chocolates and, in the same movement, presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

Your brain blue-screens.

“There,” he says, still grinning as he pulls back. “A little thank-you for totally making my day.”

You open your mouth—whether to yell, combust, or actually form words, you’re not sure—but he’s already linking his arm with yours, spinning you both toward the exit.

“Sooo, where do you wanna go for our first date?”

“What—wait, first date?”

“Duh!” He holds up the chocolates with a wink. “You confess, I accept, we date—it’s the natural order of things.”

An absolute success.

Ace Trappola

You don’t even get the chance to find Ace before Ace finds you.

"Whoa, what’s this?" His voice is all mock innocence as he suddenly appears at your side, eyes locked onto the box of chocolates in your hands. He gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like he’s just witnessed a scandal unfold. "No way. You? Giving out chocolates? Some poor soul's gonna get victimized today."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Victimized?"

"Yeah, y'know—" He gestures vaguely, rocking back on his heels. "Swept up, led on, utterly ruined for anyone else. Tragic, really."

He’s dying of jealousy. You can see it. Feel it. Smell it in the air like cheap cologne.

You roll your eyes, already fed up. "Well, if you’re so concerned, maybe I should just eat them myself."

Ace laughs. "What, you’d steal your own chocolates? That’s cold."

"Not really, considering they were meant for you."

Silence.

Ace stares at you, frozen mid-smirk. His brain just blue-screened. You can see the processing bar loading at 2% completion.

"...Huh?"

You sigh, shifting the box in your hands. "I made them for you, dumbass. But if you don’t want them, I guess—"

You don’t get to finish that sentence because suddenly, Ace is clutching the box to his chest like it’s the last treasure on earth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up—who said I didn’t want them? I want them!" He’s grinning now, the brightest, cockiest, happiest grin you’ve ever seen on him. "You serious? You really made these for me?"

You cross your arms. "Yeah. But you’re being a brat, so I kinda regret it now."

"Nah, too late! No take-backs!" He laughs, shaking his head like he can’t believe it. Then—softer, realer, a little bit breathless— "You really like me, huh?"

You hesitate, suddenly flustered under the weight of his gaze. "...Yeah."

His fingers tighten around the box. "Good. 'Cause I like you too."

Your breath catches.

Ace tilts his head, there’s a warmth in his eyes now—something soft, relieved, like he’s been waiting for this. "Thought you’d never notice, y’know? Been here the whole time, just waiting."

You scoff, rolling your eyes to cover how fast your heart is beating. "And yet you were so ready to tease me about it."

"Of course!" He throws an arm around your shoulders, grinning like he’s just won the lottery. "What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t mess with you at least a little?"

"Boyfriend?!"

"Uh, yeah? You confessed, I accepted, now you’re stuck with me forever. Basic math."

Mission accomplished (You think?)

Deuce Spade

It’s just another casual hangout, nothing out of the ordinary—except for the heart-shaped box of chocolates you’ve been hiding behind your back like it’s a live explosive.

Deuce is sitting on your couch, totally unaware of the internal chaos happening mere feet away. He’s relaxed, chatting about his day, but the second you clear your throat and step forward, he pauses mid-sentence, sensing danger.

"Uh… you good?" he asks, blinking up at you.

"Yeah. Fine. Totally normal." You inhale, ignore the full-body cringe threatening to consume you, and hold out the box. "This is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day."

Deuce freezes. Like, actually freezes.

His eyes dart between you and the chocolates like he’s trying to make sure this isn’t some cruel prank. His hands are shaking just a little when he reaches out, carefully accepting the box like it might disappear if he blinks too fast.

"You—" His voice cracks, and he immediately clears his throat, ears burning red. "You made these? For me?"

You nod, trying so hard to play it cool. "Yeah. I like you, so… yeah."

For a second, nothing happens. Then—his grin.

It’s shy, just a little wobbly, but so ridiculously bright that your stomach does a full gymnastics routine.

"You… like me," he repeats, as if he needs to say it out loud to believe it.

"Unless you don’t want them, in which case, I can just—"

"No!" He clutches the box to his chest like it’s his most prized possession. "No way, I—I want them. I just—" He exhales, a little breathless, still grinning like an idiot. "I can’t believe this is happening."

You barely have time to process that before he straightens up, determination flickering in his eyes.

"Can I—" He swallows. "Can I take you on a date? I mean, since you—since we—" He gestures vaguely at the chocolates, too flustered to form a proper sentence.

You laugh, heart so stupidly full. "Yeah, Deuce. I’d love that."

His breath catches. Then he nods—fast, like he’s locking it in before reality can take it away. "O-Okay. Cool. Great. I’ll—I'll plan something good, I promise."

You grin. "I’d expect nothing less."

Deuce beams.

He looks down at the chocolates again, still holding them like the most precious thing in the world.

And honestly? You think this might be the best decision you’ve ever made.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

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mindless-existence1 · 6 months ago

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my scenario about shadow and how hedgehogs circle females and/or shadow keeping the reader well groomed 👀

Summery: Basically Shadow just washes your hair and paints your nails (he's a girl's girl I swear it)

Authors note: The undertone of this is romantic but it doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be. Hope you enjoy it babes!

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The warm light of the bathroom reflected off the polished tiles, casting a soft glow over the serene scene. You sat on a small stool near the sink, your head tipped back as Shadow carefully poured water over your hair.

His movements were deliberate and controlled, his black and red quills illuminated by the light.

“I could’ve done this myself, you know,” you teased, feeling the water run soothingly through your locks.Shadow, as usual, didn’t dignify your words with a direct response.

“It’s more efficient if I do it,” he replied in his usual calm, almost stoic tone. But you knew him well enough to catch the subtle note of fondness beneath the surface.

He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hands and began working it into your hair. His fingers were surprisingly gentle, massaging your scalp with a precision that only he could achieve. You closed your eyes, a contented sigh escaping your lips.

“You don’t have to do this every time, Shadow,” you murmured, though you weren’t complaining. “It’s important to maintain your grooming,” he said simply. “Besides, it ensures no mistakes are made.”

You chuckled softly. Shadow always had a way of framing his care as logic. But deep down, you knew this was his way of showing affection.

He wasn’t one for grand gestures or flowery words, but in these quiet moments, his devotion spoke louder than anything else.

Once your hair was rinsed and conditioned, Shadow reached for a towel, wrapping it around your head with practiced ease.

His crimson eyes softened as he gently patted your hair dry. “There,” he said, stepping back to admire his work. “All done.”You turned to him, a playful smile on your lips.

“Thank you, Shadow. You’re pretty good at this, you know. Maybe you missed your calling as a stylist?” He scoffed but didn’t argue, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

As you stood to leave, you paused by the door. “Actually… would you mind helping me with my nails? I’ve been meaning to do them, but you’re way more precise than I am.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow, but after a brief moment of consideration, he nodded. “Very well.”You settled on the couch, a small nail kit spread out on the coffee table.

Shadow sat across from you, his movements meticulous as he examined your hands.“What color?” he asked, his tone as neutral as ever, though you detected a hint of curiosity.

“Hmm…” You thought for a moment. “Maybe a dark red? It’ll match your stripes.”He nodded, carefully selecting the polish. His hands were steady as he worked, the brush gliding smoothly over your nails.

You couldn’t help but admire his focus, the way his expression softened when he was engrossed in something. “You’re really good at this,” you said, watching him with a warm smile. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” he replied, not looking up. “But precision is key in all tasks.”You chuckled. “Of course, it is.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as he continued, the faint scent of nail polish filling the air. When he was finished, he leaned back to inspect his work, nodding in satisfaction. “Perfect,” he said simply.

You held your hands up to admire the glossy finish, the deep red gleaming under the light. “Wow, Shadow. You really out did yourself. Thank you.”

He shrugged, but there was a flicker of pride in his eyes. “It was nothing.” Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

For a moment, Shadow looked surprised, but his expression quickly softened. “And you’re… tolerable,” he said, though the small smile on his lips betrayed his true feelings.

As you both settled into the couch, the quiet warmth between you was unmistakable.

Shadow might not be one for grand declarations, but in his every careful touch, his quiet devotion was clear. And to you, that was more than enough.

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow the hedgehog #sonic universe x reader #sonic movie 3 #sonic series #sonic universe #fluff #shadow x reader #Shadow x reader fluff #Sonic universe fluff #Sonic fluff

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luvnette · 2 months ago

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-𝐶𝑜𝑤𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙!𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑡-

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Cowgirl!Sevika x Fem!Reader

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡/𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: NSFW, mdni, gentle and rough sex, aftercare, idk what to put here- if there’s a letter that u don’t like, you don’t have to read it<3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s so, so sweet. She’ll help you calm down from your sex-high, gently fondling your trembling body. If your lovemaking was messy, she’d clean the both of you with a cloth and some warm water.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Cowgirl!Sevika really likes her muscles in general. She thinks that they’re not like men’s since they’re a little more chubby, and she worked hard to get them.

On you, it’s your thighs and your tummy. She loves to cover them in kisses and hickeys- and cum. But she could get off to any part of your body, legs, tits, hands- you name it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This woman LOVES to eat, spread and play with juices, no matter if they’re her own or yours. She will make sure the sex you have is messy and I will die on this hill.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She would really like to fuck you on her horse enjoying the sunset together, her sitting behind you in the saddle, eagerly fingering your tight walls, your juices staining the leather while she coos sweet praises in your ear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before Cowgirl!Sevika met you, she used to flirt with a bunch of hookers at saloons, eventually finding a hidden spot to have a quicky. She might not be the most experienced person, but she definitely knows how to make you see stars (and she’s more than happy to learn).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl!Sevika loves the basic stuff- Scissoring, 69, dry humping, face sitting or tribbing. With a strap on it’s either (reverse) cowgirl, doggy, missionary or spooning. She’s also a huge fan of anal.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on why you’re having sex- if she’s punishing or brat taming you she’s obviously more serious. But when you’re just lovemaking and something silly happens, sure- she’ll let out a few chuckles.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She doesn’t give a shit about her or her partners pubic hair. She has a full and surprisingly soft bush and a happy trail. The colour is slightly browner than the one on her head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, it depends on the context. She’s normally rather gentle since she’s so big, unless you’re both in the mood for something rougher.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She used to do it a lot when she was younger and single, but she’s not really able to relax while masturbating anymore. She always feels guilty to jerk off to you without actually pleasing you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cowgirl!Sevika has quite a few kinks and fetishes: mommy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, age play, orgasm control, cum play, gagging, choking, spanking, praise kink and a small piss kink (as long as it’s squirt).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She prefers it quiet and intimate in your shared bed rather than taking a risk of being caught somewhere in an alley (she can’t help it if she’s drunk though). Sometimes, you two take a little trip to a really pretty spot she found, a small lake surrounded by nature. She’ll set up a tent and make out with you in the water on hot summer nights.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

To be honest, everything. You’re cooking/baking and stirring? Be prepared for her to thrust her hips against your ass. You’re crocheting something? How dare you turn her on like that?! The one thing that really drives her wild are sundresses though.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Gunplay or knifeplay are a total no-go for her. She’s too scared to hurt you by accident. Strap sucking and bondage aren’t really her thing either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As already mentioned, she doesn’t like strap sucking since it won’t satisfy you or her. But she’s a great pussy eater, her thick tongue lapping over your cunt while her nose bumps against your clit. She prefers to give, but won’t complain when you eat her out from time to time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s usually on the more passionate side, she loves to watch your orgasm slowly building up. But as soon as you’re misbehaving, her pace quickens and she’ll eventually get rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No. Cowgirl!Sevika wants to take her time with you, making sure you’re completely satisfied. She feels like sex has to be an act of love, especially in a relationship.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Well, she doesn’t exactly hates risky, public sex here and there, but it mostly happens because she’s drunk or she wants to make someone jealous. She’s always open to new stuff as long as it won’t hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She might be 41, but this woman can last up to five rounds. They usually take about 10-30 minutes, but she’ll need a few breaks in between.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Since it’s the wild west, there’s not a big variety. She owns a strap on and a dildo, that’s all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Cowgirl!Sevika can be quite the tease- she’ll edge you for nearly an hour sometimes, tickle you while sex or just simply mock you with words.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She mostly grunts, growls, snarls or chuckles and all those sounds are never really loud. But sometimes a small moan or whimper escapes her throat while you satisfy her.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cowgirl!Sevika will give you her hat while you ride or hump her.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has a very beautiful innie. Her soft folds are light brown, becoming slightly pinkish around the entrance. Her clit is big and sensitive.

Her strap on the other side is around 8 inches long and has a girth that isn’t too thick nor too small, it fits perfectly inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive adjusted to yours as soon as she met you, but it will always be quite high, especially when she’s stressed out or simply bored.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cowgirl!Sevika falls asleep shortly after you, making sure you’re comfortable and taken care of. She’s a big spoon and will press you tightly against her warm body, gently tracing your sensitive skin before she slowly dozes off to sleep.

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gremlingottoosilly · 8 months ago

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Barracks Bunny!Reader X König

You stroll over the recon barracks. Walk of shame - not like you had any - with your torn panties stuffed in your pocket, not wanting to leave a trophy for a lousy fuck. He had somewhat of a nice dick - but you still feel like all that mediocre sex just isn't worth all the attention you're getting. You liked being the object of desire but then having those boys actually act on it... maybe you should take a break. Focus on yourself or some cute girls from other departments. "Whoring yourself, lamm?" Your colonel is as subtle as a hammer to the clit. As quiet as a running elephant, filled with as much gentleness as a nuclear bomb. Not the type of guy you wanted to chastise you for making poor life choices. He's not the type of guy you'd want to make mad - not with the way he can ruin your career in seconds. Force you out of the military, put a black bark over your prospects. You kind of excepted it, to be honest - you just haven't thought your colonel would actually care about something besides mauling enemies to the point of having to get them recognized by their dental carts. Konig drags you to his quarters. You think - oh, here goes the write-up, the write-down, the write-you're-dishonorably-discharged. You start to think about how you're going to tell your parents you almost got court-martialed over fucking some dudes from your squad, and then your colonel drops his pants. Well, his belt, first - the loud ring made you flinch. His pants came second, and you almost came at the sight of his cock. Big, veiny - almost as big as a human arm, making you already feel the stretch even though he isn't even remotely in yet. Sometimes, you're glad Konig isn't the one to talk a lot - you wouldn't survive having a conversation with your colonel while you can only stare at his cock, wanting to take it in your mouth as fast as possible. Konig fucks you - quick, harsh, balls slapping against your hips and making you whimper from pleasure every time. You almost think about hugging him, pressing your body closer and whispering something dirty - but then he starts talking. And talking. And fucking talking again. Groans in your ear, asks - orders - to stop fucking other guys because they don't deserve you. Can't treat you right, like you deserve it. He kisses you, over and over, so overly-romantic it almost makes you want to gag. God, you knew giving your pussy to your psycho of a colonel was a bad idea - but it's not really your fault that his dick is this good, right?

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #colonel!konig #colonel könig

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xoxojisu · 16 days ago

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NOTHING LIKE DOING NOTHING ..WITH YOU! ♡

synopsis: living 'nothing' by bruno major with katsuki bakugo

notes: this song is so peak 2020 covid holy time capsule. this is so not proofread but im so tired i cant

“dumb conversation, we lose track of time”

"if two mind readers read each other's minds, whose mind would they be reading?"

katsuki looks down at you on his chest judgmentally. "..hah?"

"like, what do you think would happen? would they just hear their own thoughts because that other person is reading their thoughts?"

katsuki scoffs. you think he's going to tell you to shut up and go to sleep.

"but their own thoughts wouldn't actually be their own thoughts because they're reading that other person's mind, so they'd hear the other person's thoughts, yeah?" he grumbles, to your surprise.

"..but then isn't it the same thing? they'd hear their own thoughts because the other person's thoughts are their own."

"no, wouldn't they..? oh, wait. ..fuck, i dunno. i'm not a damn mind reader."

"maybe both of their heads would explode! or maybe they'd both faint! or maybe they'd hear everything all at once!"

katsuki rolls his eyes affectionately at your rambling and smooths a hand over your hair. "said i dunno. shut up and go to sleep, dumbass."

"'kay, goodnight."

"night."

"..."

"maybe they'd hear an audio feedback! like when you're calling someone but their phone is right there so it makes that big sound that sounds like 'BEEEE-'"

"I SAID SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP."

“have i told you lately i’m grateful you’re mine?”

he says it in the quiet, when the tv’s humming low and you’re half-asleep.

he's not even looking at you, just playing with your fingers in his lap, like it slipped out without permission.

your breath catches. you squeeze his hand.

“no,” you whisper. “say it again?”

he glances at you, cheeks a little pink.

"said 'm grateful you're mine, dumbass." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your hair to hide his flush. "feel like i don't say it enough."

because he is. he's so, so grateful that you're in his life. he's all explosions and anger and you're soft touches and sweet kisses. you see him, really see him, like no one else does. you're the yin to his yang, light to his dark, and the reason he likes living.

sometimes, katsuki feels guilty. guilty that he stuck such a good person with a guy like him. worries you'd be better off with someone else.

but when you whisper, "'m grateful you're mine, too," into his chest and snuggle into him and breathe him in like he's your life force, he thinks he might be ok.

“we'll watch the notebook for the seventeenth time”

“again?” he groans, even as he presses play.

“yes again,” you grin.

you’ve seen it so many times that you know exactly when he’s about to scoff.

he always hates on allie, saying she's "so fuckin' annoying. stop fuckin' squealin!'" he respects noah's drive, but never fails to hate on his letter-writing. always says it’s too much for a two-second romance.

but for all his hating, he never says no.

“i'll say 'it's stupid,' then you'll catch me crying”

you always feel him burying his face into your hair during the rain scene.

says it's "just a coincidence" whenever you call him out, but you know it's because he's a closet crybaby and actually thinks its all so romantic and sweet and meaningful. but god forbid anyone finds out that the bakugo katsuki is capable of feeling any emotion other than hot, fiery rage, so he hides crying in you.

it makes your heart swell, because it sort of feels like he's trusting his more vulnerable emotions with you. he trusts you. he loves you.

so you both sit there and cry together, watching a movie you both know the exact ending of curled up with your legs and hearts intertwined.

“we're not making out on a boat in the rain”

just on a secondhand couch in your tiny dorm room, blanket slipping to the floor, popcorn bowl between you.

he's soft and sweet and gentle, the complete opposite of what you'd expect. he holds you and kisses you in a way that makes your stomach flutter and your heart squeeze. it's less like he's trying to devour you, and more like he's trying to savor you. like you're precious, and he values you more than anything else in the world.

(he does. and he doesnt like the rain, anyways.)

“or in a house i painted blue”

you're both still stupid high schoolers living in dorm rooms, but katsuki knows he wants to marry you.

he wants to give you the whole damn world, or at the very least, whatever life you want to live. he scoffs and denies it when people call him whipped, but he knows damn well deep down that he would build that stupid blue house for you if you so much as said "please."

and katsuki is so much more of a secret romantic than people think. he doesn't just want you in a short-term or lustful sense. he wants you. all of you. the whole you. he wants to build a life with you, have a family with you, buy a house with you. so, as much as katsuki enjoys being two stupid teenagers in love, sneaking into each other's dorm rooms and cuddling on twin-sized beds, katsuki also wants to grow old together in a house of your own.

“but there's nothing like doing nothing with you.”

katsuki thinks his favorite times with you are in the slow moments.

he likes thrill and adrenaline, sure. he likes seeing you all dolled up and pretty for a fancy date, yes. he likes watching your reactions when he does romantic grand gestures, of course.

even still, in his mind, there's nothing more perfect than this.

you're in his hoodie and on his lap, face buried into his chest. the movie is buzzing in the background, but you both have long since abandoned it. his hand is slipped under your hoodie, rubbing slow, soothing circles the way he knows you like at your bare skin. your hearts and stomachs are full with the dinner you both cooked together, and you'll probably fall asleep soon. katsuki can tell by the way your muscles feel relaxed and boneless.

you're not doing anything fancy. no passionate makeout, no makeup, no rapidly beating hearts.

it doesn't matter. this is his favorite thing. because truly, there's nothing like doing nothing with you.

masterlist rbs + comments appreciated!

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dollyswishingwell · 4 days ago

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ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ First sight of the bump

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ part 3 of the pregnancy series, just adorableness

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ They notice your bump is finally showing

Masterlist

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The gentle waves whispered against the sand as the breeze curled through the open windows of your estate, salt-sweet and warm. The curtains fluttered, and the sky outside was painted with strokes of peach and lavender.

You padded barefoot through the marble-floored living room, humming softly as you traced your fingers over the petals of the fresh peonies Rafayel had arranged that morning. He insisted flowers bloomed better when you were near them, something about your presence being “the only divine thing that exists on this wretched earth.” Typical.

You wore one of his oversized silk shirts again. Pale blue, unbuttoned low and slouched off one shoulder, brushing the tops of your thighs. It was soft and smelled like him, salt, bergamot, and something dark and oceanic. It was also the only thing that made you feel remotely cute today, as your body slowly began to shift with the baby growing inside you.

You’d been self-conscious about it all day, hugging a pillow over your belly when you sat, avoiding mirrors, unsure if it was actually a bump or just the extra cake Raf had fed you in bed this morning.

But then you heard his voice from behind you.

“…Pearlie.”

You turned, startled, to find Rafayel standing in the archway. He must’ve just returned from a meeting, his coat draped over one arm, hair tousled by the wind, his blue-and-pink eyes locked on you like he hadn’t breathed the whole time he was gone.

His gaze wasn’t on your face.

It was on the soft swell beneath the shirt.

His voice came out low, almost reverent.

“Come here.”

You hesitated, suddenly shy, fingers curling at the hem of the shirt. “Don’t look too closely,” you mumbled, half teasing. “I think it’s just bloat…”

But he didn’t laugh.

He crossed the room in a few silent steps, and then his warm hands were on your hips, thumbs brushing just above the bump, and he slowly sank to his knees before you.

You stared down at him, your elegant, cold, sea prince of a husband, kneeling for you again, but this time, in quiet awe.

“You’re showing…” he whispered, almost breathless. “It’s there. You’re, growing it. Them.”

Your throat tightened. You hadn’t expected him to look like that, like he was seeing a miracle.

“I thought I’d be the first one to notice,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your belly. Then another. And another. “And I am. Good.”

You giggled, wiping at your eyes without realizing you’d started crying. “You’re not going to cry, are you?”

“Of course not,” he said smoothly, trailing kisses in a lazy line across your bump. “I’m simply worshipping the shrine you’ve become. Isn’t that what husbands are for?”

You carded your fingers through his waves, and he rested his cheek against your belly, closing his eyes.

“Our little pearl,” he whispered against your skin. “You’re going to be the prettiest baby in the world. But still not as pretty as your mother.”

Then, with a sly smirk, he peeked up. “Do you want me to draw them? The bump. So we remember the first time we saw them like this.”

You nodded, tears in your lashes again.

He stood, scooping you into his arms with maddening ease and carrying you to the chaise by the window, mumbling to himself:

“Need softer pencils. Pink-toned paper. I want to get the shape of your thighs just right…”

And as the waves kissed the shore, he sketched you lovingly, over and over, bump and all, while murmuring about building a cradle carved from coral and naming the baby something “ridiculously romantic.”

You were already everything to him.

But now, you were his whole ocean.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

It was still early, sun barely stretching across the horizon, sea mist clinging to the windows of your bedroom like a soft veil.

Zayne had already returned from his morning run, quietly meticulous as always. His hair was damp, towel slung over his neck, and he wore a crisp white tee and grey joggers that still clung to him from the workout. The house was peaceful. Quiet. Safe. Just as he liked to keep it for you.

You, however, were lost in your own little ritual, humming softly at the vanity as you brushed through your hair in your pale satin slip. You didn’t think much of how the fabric clung to your stomach now, just slightly. Barely. You assumed it was just the angle, maybe the lighting. Maybe your imagination.

Zayne passed behind you silently with a glass of lemon water in hand, intending to remind you to drink it before breakfast. But then he stilled. Mid-step.

You didn’t notice it at first. You were too focused on trying to clip a bow into your hair just right. But then his reflection in the vanity mirror caught your eye, how he’d frozen completely, brow furrowed, gaze locked somewhere low. He was staring.

“…What?” you asked, blinking. “Is my clip lopsided?”

Zayne stepped closer, setting the glass down beside you without a word. His eyes never left you.

“No,” he said softly, voice steady but quieter than usual. “Turn a little.”

You frowned, confused, but did as he asked. The moment you twisted at the waist, the soft curve beneath the silk became visible from the side. Subtle. But undeniably there.

And Zayne… just stared.

His breath hitched, barely noticeable, unless you knew him as intimately as you did.

His hand reached forward, almost hesitantly, and hovered just shy of your bump.

“I didn’t think…” he murmured, eyes narrowing in thought. “It’s showing.”

You gave him a bashful little smile and pressed a hand to your belly. “It’s tiny,” you said. “Probably just looks bigger when I’m sitting like this.”

But Zayne shook his head, firm and clinical. “No. It’s not bloating. The shape is consistent. Lower placement. It’s the uterus expanding.” A pause. Then more softly:

“It’s them. They’re growing.”

Your heart skipped.

And then, without asking, he slowly knelt in front of your chair, Zayne, your stoic, surgically sharp husband, on one knee, gazing at your bump like it was something holy.

“You’re changing,” he said, almost in awe. “And it’s not just physiological. You’re… glowing.”

You laughed, flustered. “That’s just the expensive skincare line you bought me.”

He smirked faintly. “No. That’s you. My wife. Carrying our child.”

His hands slid up your thighs and rested gently on either side of your stomach, and he leaned in to press a slow, reverent kiss to the bump. Then another. Then one more, just above your belly button, before resting his forehead there, breathing deeply.

“I should have noticed it last night,” he muttered into your skin. “I always inspect your body before bed.”

You flushed, smacking his shoulder lightly. “That’s not a clinical duty, Doctor Zayne.”

“I consider it part of your care plan,” he replied smoothly, before kissing your bump again. “Your body is officially under observation.”

You giggled, sliding your fingers through his black hair, heart aching with affection. “You’re being… so soft.”

“I’m overwhelmed,” he admitted, still kneeling there in his joggers like a man utterly undone. “You don’t even understand what you’ve done to me.”

Then, ever Zayne, he straightened, composed, and tapped your glass of lemon water with two fingers.

“Now drink all of this. And lie down for twenty minutes. I want to do a fetal positioning check before breakfast.”

“Zaynie,” you whined, but his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your jaw.

“You’re glowing,” he repeated, this time like it hurt. “You’re not allowed to do it alone.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You’d woken up without him beside you, which was rare.

Xavier usually slept late. Or at least pretended to, just to stay curled around you longer, arms wrapped around your waist like he had no bones. But today, he wasn’t in bed. Instead, the faint aroma of tea and citrus hung in the air, he’d been in the kitchen.

Still half-asleep in one of his oversized button-downs, you wandered into the living room of the Linkon penthouse, rubbing your eyes. The silk barely skimmed your thighs, and the hem curved gently around your belly now, a small but undeniable bump that hadn’t been there last week. You didn’t even think about it.

Xavier was perched on the sun-warmed couch, shirt half open, his pale chest rising and falling slowly. A book was balanced in one hand, though his eyes weren’t on it. They were on you.

More specifically: on your stomach.

You blinked, shyly tugging the shirt hem down. “You’re staring…”

He didn’t answer at first. Just tilted his head, eyes like glass under the sun, soft and stunned.

“You’re… showing.”

You looked down, hugging the fabric across your belly. “A little,” you whispered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d notice…”

“I always notice,” he said simply, closing the book and setting it aside.

He moved so gracefully, barefoot across marble, sleep-mussed silver hair falling into his eyes as he reached you. His fingers curled gently at your waist, thumbs brushing over the bump, feather-light.

“I felt it when I held you last night,” he murmured. “But I didn’t want to say anything. Thought it might make you shy.”

“I am shy,” you mumbled, flushing deeply.

He knelt slightly to press his lips to the bump, almost sleepy in the way he worshipped it, resting his temple there afterward. “…It’s real now.”

You nodded, fingers brushing through his hair. “It always was.”

“I know.” He exhaled softly. “But I can see them now. The tiniest little proof.”

You stood there for a moment, his arms around your hips, his cheek against your belly, the sunlight catching on his lashes.

Then he looked up at you, lips curling faintly. “They’re probably going to be just like you.”

“Clingy?”

“Pretty,” he whispered. “And dangerous.”

You laughed.

Xavier tugged you gently onto his lap, guiding you into a comfortable sprawl across the couch with him curled underneath you like a sleepy cat. He lazily pulled the shirt open just enough to see the bump again, resting his hand over it.

“Should I draw them today?” he asked, voice already thick with drowsy contentment. “Like I used to draw you, before we were married. I want to remember this. The very first time I saw you like this.”

“You mean the stick figures?”

You pressed a kiss to his jaw and tucked yourself into the crook of his neck.

He smiled softly.

“I’ve always been obsessed with you,” he whispered. “But now I think I’ll be worse.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

It was one of those lazy, golden hours where the world outside didn’t exist. Just you, Sylus, and the faint crackle of the fireplace he insisted on lighting even when it wasn’t that cold.

You were curled up in his lap sideways, your arms slung around his neck, one of his shirts hanging loosely off your frame. He’d brought you here for a “quiet week,” which, in Sylus-speak, meant locking down the whole property and letting his enemies wonder where the hell he disappeared to while he kissed you stupid between chess matches and ten-course meals.

Your lips were brushing over his in lazy half-kisses, giggly and clingy. He’d just said something smug, probably about how soft and cute you were for someone so dangerous, and you rolled your eyes, shifting closer to straddle him fully.

That’s when he noticed.

You felt his hands still on your hips, and his red eyes narrowed.

“…Wait.”

You blinked, still smiling. “What?”

He didn’t answer at first. One hand lifted from your thigh, slipping under the shirt. His palm flattened over your stomach, slow. Careful.

And then he smirked.

“Well, well, well,” he murmured, voice a purr against your cheek. “What’s this, kitty?”

You swallowed, suddenly shy under his gaze. “I—it’s not much yet—”

“You think I don’t recognize your body like the back of my hand?” he cut in, the words fond, amused. “It’s a bump.”

You buried your face in his shoulder. “Don’t say it like that…”

He laughed low in his throat, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “Oh, no. Don’t hide now. You’ve been strutting around here in my shirts like a pampered little queen and didn’t think I’d notice your tummy getting rounder?”

You pouted. “It’s small.”

“It’s mine,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to the swell of it through the fabric. “Proof.”

You watched as Sylus, your infamously ruthless husband, the one who once bought an entire arms syndicate just to dismantle it, gently tugged your shirt up and stared at the bump like it was something precious.

He traced slow, teasing circles with his fingers around your navel. “You’re already spoiling them, aren’t you? Eating pastries in bed. Sleeping in past noon. Getting massaged while you boss me around.”

“You like being bossed around,” you whispered, grinning.

“I like you,” he corrected. “And I love this. Every inch of it.” He kissed the bump again, then looked up through his lashes. “I’m going to be even worse now, you realize.”

You tilted your head. “Worse how?”

“More protective. More obsessed. You think I let you out of my sight before?” He chuckled darkly. “I should buy you another safe house. Or ten.”

You whined playfully, burying your face back into his neck. “You’re crazy.”

“For you,” he hummed, arms tightening around you. “And for the little tyrant you’re growing in there.”

Then, softer, barely above a whisper:

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

You melted.

And for the rest of the evening, he refused to let you leave his lap, pressing kisses to your bump every few minutes like it was a prayer, murmuring what kind of empire your baby would one day inherit, as if it were already decided.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

The rain tapped softly on the Skyhaven glass, distant and calming. Downstairs, the penthouse was silent, save for the quiet hum of the smart lamps dimming on their own and the occasional flicker from the fireplace.

You were curled up in Caleb’s private library, sunk deep into a velvet armchair with a half-eaten bowl of snacks in your lap and your tablet dimmed beside you, still on that silly slice-of-life drama you were rewatching for the third time. The scent of peach tea lingered faintly from your cup, long since gone cold.

And you? Dead asleep.

The hem of Caleb’s Farspace uniform shirt, stolen from him, of course, had ridden up a little as you slept, revealing just a sliver of your soft lower belly.

That’s how Caleb found you.

He’d just returned from a brief strategy meeting, storm-wet boots off, jacket abandoned somewhere, purple eyes already scanning for you the second the elevator opened. You weren’t in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. Or the couch.

But he knew.

You always fell asleep in the library when you were waiting up for him.

His expression softened immediately when he saw you: messy hair, drooling slightly, your body curled around a plush pillow with snack wrappers scattered at your feet. He stepped over them quietly, crouched in front of you, and went to brush a crumb off your tummy…

And froze.

His hand hovered midair, eyes locked on the small, unmistakable curve of your belly.

“…You’re showing.”

His voice was so low you might’ve missed it if you were awake.

Carefully, reverently, he reached forward and touched it, thumb brushing gently over the new swell.

Something in his face shifted. Like the soldier in him stepped back. Like the colonel vanished, leaving only Caleb, the boy who grew up loving you and never stopped.

You stirred slightly at the touch, blinking awake. “Mm… Cal?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just wrapped one arm around your waist, lifting you into his arms in one smooth motion.

You squeaked sleepily, curling into his chest. “I was watching something…”

“I saw,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “And stealing my shirt again, I see.”

You blinked again. “…Wait, is this about the snacks?”

“No,” he said quietly, still carrying you. “It’s about the bump.”

You froze a little. “…Oh.”

He looked down at you then, purple eyes soft, unreadable.

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I-I wasn’t sure it counted,” you mumbled, flustered. “It’s just tiny. I didn’t want to make it a big thing—”

He stopped halfway up the stairs, tightening his grip on you.

“It’s a big thing,” he said seriously. “It’s the first thing.”

Your heart stuttered.

He walked the rest of the way in silence, setting you gently down on the bed, his hands still cradling your waist. He sank to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss just under your navel, where the swell began.

Then another. And another.

“I’ve waited my whole life to see you like this,” he murmured against your skin. “To come home to you… and this.”

You felt your cheeks burn. “It’s really showing, huh?”

“Mmhm.” He looked up, smirking now. “Barely. But I see it. And I always will.”

Then he rested his cheek there, on the soft curve of your belly, eyes closed.

And for the first time since you told him the news, Caleb, Colonel Skyhaven, cold, calculating, famously unshakable, looked undone.

“I don’t care how many fleets I command,” he whispered. “This is the most important mission I’ve ever had.”

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firelilyfox · 25 days ago

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Summer Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky got invited to stay for a weekend with Sam and his family. When the two of you get some alone time on the boat, the summer heat brings out some confessions and butterflies.

Warnings: just very much fluff and a heart-eyed Bucky

Wordcount: 1k~ish

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„You know what is a great movie?“ Sam asked. „Jurassic Park.“

His nephews nodding heavily and their eyes were wide with excitement. Jumping up from the couch and started pretending to roar like dinosaurs.

Their mother Sarah cringed. „You can’t be serious. That’s not a movie a grown man should choose as his favorite.“

„I never said it was my favorite. I said it is a great movie“, Sam replied.

„And what is your favorite movie?“ You asked him.

Sam hesitated. A crooked smile crossed his face. „Jurassic World.“

Let the bickering begin. Sam and Sarah started to argue about movies and the two young boys continued to play fight as dinosaurs.

Just Bucky stayed quiet. He had a peaceful smirk on his lips, watching his found family laughing and talking about giant lizards. You and Bucky were dating for a couple of weeks now and it was the first time he introduced you to one of his best friends. Well, Bucky would never admit that him and Sam were close friends - only coworkers - but you knew him better. He truly cared about these people.

And he truly cared about you.

„We should get outside. The heat seems to cook your brain, or what is left of it.“ Sarah jokes.

„Very funny. But actually I wanted to suggest the same. The boat still needs some cleaning and I really have to get some things done in the city.“

„Well I don’t have time for the boat. Me and the boys have an appointment with their dentist.“ Sarah said frowning.

That’s when you quickly exchanged a look with Bucky. He shrugged in approval. „We could do the cleaning.“

Sam looked at his absolutely-not-bestfriend. „Nah, we can’t expect you to do that. You two are our guests and on vacation!“

„Ah it will be fun.“ Bucky replied while walking over to you. His hands landed on your hips, gently tugging you in a hug from behind. You sunk into his arms, leaning against his strong chest and let your body relax a bit.

Sam raised a eyebrow. „Yeah fun … remember to not make the boat dirtier as it is now. Or at least clean it up after you’re done.“

A pillow hit him on the back of his head, followed with a meaningful look from his sister with raised eyebrows.

You didn’t mind the joke. Because the only thing that was on your mind, was the way Bucky was holding you. His arms wrapped around your frame, his hands pressed against your stomach, while his thumb drawing little circles. The way he brushes a soft kiss on your temple.

The ease you felt made you look forward to spend the rest of the day with Bucky. Even if you have to clean a boat. And oh lord there was much to do. You two spend the entire day and evening with polishing the walls and scrub the floor.

The heat was merciless but had some good features that came with it. Because it didn’t took long until Bucky got rid of his longsleeve, leaving him with a simple black T-Shirt. It was hard not to look at him. Risking a glance every other minute, admiring his frame and his strength. Bucky noticed how you reacted and smirked every time he caught you looking at him for a bit too long.

When the sun was setting and the air cooled off a little, the docks slowly went silent. Just some fisherman getting the last things done, before returning to their homes. Gentle waves rocked the boat in a peaceful rhythm.

„Did anyone ever tell you that you look beautiful in the moonlight, love?“ Bucky sat down beside you on the wooden bench, that was directed at the ocean.

You chuckle. „I doubt that someone other than you would say something so old school and so romantic.“

His blue eyes crinkled at the outer corners, as a smitten smile parted his lips. „I’ve heard being old school is a good thing.“

„It is indeed a good thing.“ You raise your hand to cup his cheek. His stubbled chin felt rough under your fingertips and you felt him lean into your touch.

His eyes close for a second as he took a deep breath, like he wanted to suck up every ounce of you scent. Of the sizzling feeling on his skin under your touch. When he opened his eyes again, the blue shone like the sea itself. Making your heart skip a beat. He was just so beautiful.

„You have no idea what you do to me“, Bucky mumbled looking at your lips. „The only thing that I can think about all day and all night, is you.“

Your throat tightened. And that treacherous eyes of yours started to tear up a little.

„You are just too perfect to be true.“ Bucky cupped your face with his palms, his fingers gently touching the soft skin beneath your ear. „And I know you want to protest against that … I can see it in your eyes“, he chuckles softly.

He caught you red handed. You’re closing your mouth again, the protest of not being perfect in any way dying on your lips.

„You are perfect to me.“ Bucky adds. His eyes darting to your lips again and back up to keep your gaze. „I think I'm in love with you, doll.“

A soft gasp broke out of your throat, as Bucky pulled you into a kiss. His lips touching yours with softness and desperation, mixed with passion and … love. He admired you with his mouth and his hands.

You melted into his touch, desperate to getting closer. „I love you too, Bucky.“ You whispered between two kisses.

Suddenly you lost contact from the bench beneath you and find yourself sitting on his lap. Each leg on one side beside his. Bucky holding you with care, like something more than precious. His fingers stretched on your back, digging into your skin, just a little bit to show you how much he desires you. The way your hands get lost in his hair made him groan. You tugged it slightly, just to mess with him.

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retroaria · 10 months ago

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⊹₊⋆.˚ Confessions ⋆.˚₊ ⊹

summary: the bllk boys and their romantic confessions, some are love, some are not! all of them are pretty cute though, not gonna lie…

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | enjoy 💋

⊹₊⟡⋆ Isagi Yoichi ‹𝟹

isagi makes it a point to confess to you in person. he spends a few days thinking (and overthinking) exactly what words to use. he wants to make sure he can confess his true feelings and also let you know how lucky he would feel if you accepted him.

once he’s ready he’d send you a text or call you, asking you to meet him somewhere quiet, maybe just his house or yours. the two of you meet up and he’s immediately flushed. he’s nervous and excited all at the same time. he’s the kind of guy that would want to have built a strong friendship and bond before confronting his feelings for you, so he’s confident that you guys will be ok no matter what happens.

he’d take your hands in his and look you in the eyes while he confesses. his gaze would be warm and sweet, he’s just glad he could even get the opportunity to express himself to you.

“I’ve really love having you with me. You make me feel better, even when I thought I was fine before, being with you just feels better. The closer we’ve gotten, and the more I’ve seen of you and your world, the more I realize how badly I want to be a part of it.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Bachira Meguru ‹𝟹

as soon as bachira realizes he has feelings for you, he feels immediately ready to tell you. he’ll let the feeling settle for a little and try to tell you in an indirect manner. he’ll swoop in with a surprise kiss on your cheek, giggling as he watches your flustered expression. or maybe he’ll leave little notes around for you, in your bag, in your car, in your pockets, in your books, etc. they’d say silly little things about how adorable you were that day or he’ll briefly write about something that reminded him of you, maybe some mediocre poetry he thought up in his love sick state. you’d catch on pretty easily that it was bachira, and he never intended to keep that a secret.

then after a few days of messing with you, he decided he’d tell you the next time he saw you. when the two of you met up he immediately sucked you into a bone crushing hug, like he was holding on for dear life. he’d pull away, “hey cutie~ guess what…” he’d coo at you.

“i like you! Like, I really like you. Maybe I even love you. actually, yeah, love sounds better. I love you! I wanna take you on a date and kiss your stupid face. I know you feel the same, I wish you could see how red you are right now.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Nagi Seishiro ‹𝟹

Nagi realized he loved you when he began to notice how sad he would get when you leave. being sad is a serious pain for him. he doesn’t like the way it makes his brain and body feel all fried and stressed, he hates not wanting to do anything even more than he already does, yet simultaneously willing to do anything to get you back in his apartment. Nagi would beg you to sleepover every time you hung out at his place, he’d sometimes try to wrestle you into the bed. you were just so kind and warm and calming to him. he felt graced by you and your presence.

his confession would come out of him like a nice long sign of relief. he’s been having this strange internal battle between his love for you and his love for laziness. it’s a hassle to have to confess and then put in the effort to build up a romantic relationship, but in the end he decides it’s even more of a hassle to not tell you how he feels. plus, you’re so worth it.

“It just doesn’t feel right when you’re not with me. It’s like I don’t really know what to do with myself. You make me feel alive. That sounds cringe. I love you, is what im trying to say. I hope that makes sense.”

disclaimer: do not date a guy like nagi in real life you cannot gentle parent this man child lol

⊹₊⟡⋆ Reo Mikage ‹𝟹

Reo’s confession was a long time in the making. he clung to his feelings for as long as he could until it really felt like he was gonna explode if he didn’t tell you. he did that because he wanted to wait for the timing to be perfect. he wanted to find the perfect spot to do it, the perfect words to say, all at the perfect time in both of your lives. but of course, things rarely work out that way.

what actually happened is he blurted it out in the middle of you talking one day. you were telling him about something you were working on, something you loved and were really proud of. he was listening so intently, or at least trying to. his thoughts kept stringing him in a different direction and before he knew it, he dropped the L word on you like a nuclear bomb.

“I-uhh…Ok listen, I’m sorry I promise I was listening to you it’s just…you look so beautiful right now and you sound so cute and excited. It got me all frantic, I didn’t mean to drop that on you so out of nowhere…it’s true though, I do love you. I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Michael Kaiser ‹𝟹

(unless you speak german) kaiser has already confessed to you a million times. “ich liebe dich~” he’d say to you upon every parting, telling you it was simply a term of endearment. if you did happen to know what that meant already, or if you took the time to search it up, he’d be like “yeah, I said that, so what?” this man would propose to you in the middle of times square in broad daylight he’s so confident but that’s a different hc for another time lmaoo.

his confession is charming and flattering. he truly worships the ground you walk on while also believing that he’s the only one who could appreciate you as you deserve. his hands cup your face and his eyes fall warmly on yours. his voice is direct and steady. not a twinge of nervousness can be seen, just pure love and admiration. he speaks to you with a calm and lulling voice, a tenderness he only lets linger when he’s with you.

“Liebe, don’t you see how soft you make me? I’d hate for you to not realize how I feel for you. I want you to be mine, if you’ll have me, that is.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Rin Itoshi ‹𝟹 (i wrote so much for rin wtf)

Rin has walls that he has spent a lot of time and effort building up over the years. they’re forged to keep out anything and everything that may be a distraction from his goals, but if this is the guy you’re going for, i’m sure you’re a persistent little pest. you’d sneak your way into his life, just by being there, texting him, talking about him. soon enough you’d infested his mind as well, suddenly he’d find himself thinking of you when he least expects it.

one day he was on the pitch, just a practice game, but you were in the stands watching him. throughout your friendship you’ve done this quite a few times, so he has no reason to pay much mind to your presence in the middle of the match. today was different though, you were up close, eyes beaming at him in the center field, hands at the side of your head clutched together in a little cheer. he hadn’t done anything yet, the match just started, what were you even cheering for? it was cute, he decided. that’s why it broke his focus long enough for the other team to score. actually, it was adorable. so adorable it tugged the corners of his lips upward slightly, which he quickly moved to cover with his hand. he just threw a match and he was smiling? what were you doing to him?

after some time of thinking you might be employing psychological warfare against him, Rin decided it was time to really sit down and confront his feelings. he’d go a few days, maybe even a week or more without speaking to you. don’t worry, he was thinking about hardly anything but you the entire time.

“Sorry for ghosting you, I just needed to think about some things. It made me a little sad to be away from you too. I hate you a lot less than I hate everyone else, you know? Don’t get cocky about that. Also, don’t leave me ok? I’ll be nicer, yeah sure. Maybe I can walk you home…or something. Here, let’s hold hands.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Sae Itoshi ‹𝟹

he’s way more flustered about it than you might think. he’s not embarrassed or nervous necessarily, he just hasn’t expected to feel this way about anyone. similar to kaiser, sae thinks he’s the only person who could truly love and appreciate you as much as you deserve. this typically stoic and selfish man finds himself smiling in your presence and wanting to give you everything you want and more.

your relationship until this point has been uhh… “transactional” we’ll say. the two of you liked going out and hanging out together, but no feelings attached. a few kisses were shared here and there, he’d take you back to his apartment to cuddle sometimes, but wouldn’t ever let you sleepover. eventually things started to get a little more *intense*. you did start staying over, a lot. so much so that you had a toothbrush on his bathroom sink and clothes in his closet. the first time he ever had the thought of being in love with you was when he realized his sheets always smelled like you now, and he wanted it to stay that way.

the fact that you were enough to turn his head, take over his thoughts, and make him fall in love with you feels like proof beyond the reasonable doubt that you are perfect.

“You can move in, if you want. I wouldn’t mind. We’re basically already dating, so I don’t see the point in denying it anymore. Yeah, I didn’t think it would go this far either. I like knowing you’re here at my place, with me and not with anyone else.”

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⊹₊⟡⋆ Oliver aiku ‹𝟹

“You know I love you, let’s stop pretending. Seriously, you could keep me on a tight leash if you really want. Promise, I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ Kunigami Rensuke ‹𝟹

“I love you, I want you to know that. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same. I want to care for you and keep you safe, you mean so much to me, you don’t even know.”

i love this post so much, the nagi disclaimer i had to put, the strange onion analogy for rin, the flustered reo moment. also just isagi being here, the man that you are, Isagi Yoichi. i had so much fun making this - aria

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dior-luxury · 1 month ago

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If you dont mind, i will love to request for the first year students (minus Ortho cuz he is the baby™ and we respect that) with a s/o that tells them that they love them out of nowhere and at random times

Like, both can be just hanging out or even studying together and s/o suddently just look at them with a cute smile and tells them that they love them

Please :3

S/O Tells Them They Love Them Out Of Nowhere

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff/slight comedy - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] first years

- [𝐩:𝐬] Romantic Confessions . Mild Language . Blushing/Flustered Characters . Soft Moments/Slice of Life . Unprompted “I love you” Confessions . Emotional Vulnerability . Minor PDA (Kisses on cheek/forehead/lips mentioned) . Heartwarming Overload/Tooth-Rotting Fluff . Sebek Volume Warning (Sebek yells. A lot.)

Note: This request is so cute!! Thank you so much for requesting this anon—now I'm in love with this prompt 😭Honestly, I loved how this turned out (Sebek made me laugh, Lol), and I 100% am going to be making more parts for this!

Ace Trappola

It had started off as an ordinary afternoon—one of those chill days where the sun peeked lazily through the windows of the Heartslabyul common room, casting a warm glow over the floor. Ace was sprawled out across your bed with his arms tucked behind his head, flipping through a deck of cards he had pulled out for fun, while you sat beside him with a book open on your lap, though your attention had been drifting away from the words for a while now.

He was talking about something silly—probably poking fun at Cater’s latest selfie spree or mocking Riddle’s latest “unbirthday party” decorations. His voice had that playful, teasing lilt that always made your lips curl into a smile. You glanced over at him, watching the way his brows danced with amusement, the corners of his lips twitching as if even he couldn’t fully contain his own jokes.

And it just hit you. Like a wave of warmth crashing into your chest.

“I love you,” you said softly, your voice barely above the gentle rustling of the pages in your lap.

Ace blinked. The cards slipped from his fingers and scattered across the blanket, forgotten. “Huh?” he sat up halfway, caught between surprise and disbelief, eyes narrowing playfully. “Where’d that come from?”

You just smiled, shrugging a little. “I don’t know. I just looked at you and... I felt like saying it.”

His mouth opened, like he wanted to throw out a sarcastic reply, something teasing and cool—but it didn’t come. Instead, he looked at you for a second longer, and his usual smirk melted into something softer, something real. His ears turned the faintest shade of red, and he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes like a shy high schooler in a romcom.

“Tch… you can’t just say that outta nowhere, you dork,” he muttered, though there was no bite to his words. “You’re gonna make my heart explode or something.”

You leaned in closer with a grin, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good. Then I’ll say it again. I love you.”

“Ughh, you’re trying to kill me, I swear.” But despite the groan, he slung an arm around you, pulling you in with an exaggerated sigh. “Guess I’ll die happy, though. I love you too, alright? So stop being all cute or I’ll have to kiss you till you forget how to talk.”

And he did, actually—smack dab on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips—everywhere until you were laughing, half-flustered, half-giddy. That night, Ace couldn’t stop randomly blurting out “I love you more” every time you smiled at him, just to fluster you in return.

Deuce Spade

Deuce was always a little tense when he studied—he took his grades seriously, especially after his “delinquent past” days. So when the two of you sat in the library, books and notebooks spread out around you, he was hunched over his notes with his brows scrunched in concentration, muttering formulas under his breath like sacred chants.

You watched him in quiet admiration. The way his lashes lowered as he focused, how his hand moved quickly across the page, how his tongue poked out just a little when he was really trying to work through a problem—it was adorable. You couldn’t help it.

“I love you.”

The words left your lips soft and natural, like a leaf floating on the surface of a still pond.

Deuce blinked once. Then twice.

He slowly looked up from his notebook, pen frozen mid-stroke. “H-Huh? W-What did you say?”

You giggled, resting your chin in your palm as you looked at him with those warm, unfiltered eyes. “I said I love you. Just felt like reminding you.”

His entire face lit up like someone had flipped a switch. A deep crimson blush climbed from his neck to his ears, and he nearly dropped his pen. “W-Wha—you can’t just… drop that on me while I’m doing algebra!”

You laughed again, reaching out to poke his cheek gently. “But your reaction is so cute.”

Deuce groaned into his hands, completely flustered. “Y-You’re really unfair sometimes...”

But he peeked through his fingers at you, and the softest, sweetest smile curved his lips. “I love you too. A lot. I—I mean, like… it just makes me really happy to hear that, even if I get all weird and… yeah.” He was rambling now, but you could feel the sincerity in every word.

A few moments passed. Then, very shyly, he leaned over the table and pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll study twice as hard now. I wanna be someone worthy of those words.”

You swore your heart skipped a beat right then.

From that moment on, every time you said “I love you” randomly—during walks, between classes, even when you were both brushing your teeth—Deuce’s whole face would always light up like a firework. And no matter what, no matter how surprised he looked, he always said it back, even if his voice cracked a little from being caught off guard.

Because deep down, it meant the world to him that you loved him, just the way he was.

Jack Howl

It was a quiet afternoon in the Savanaclaw lounge, sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting golden patches across the floor. Jack sat beside you on one of the larger couches, a textbook propped open in his lap while he scribbled notes with furrowed brows. He was always so focused when he studied — sharp eyes scanning the page, tail occasionally twitching in concentration. You’d been flipping through your own notes, not really absorbing the words, more focused on the soft, peaceful aura around him.

You looked up from your notebook and rested your chin on your hand, just watching him. His ears flicked slightly, clearly noticing your gaze, but he didn’t look up right away. He was too used to your presence — comfortable, secure.

You smiled softly, the kind of smile that came from a full heart.

“I love you, Jack,” you said, your voice quiet but warm, like a summer breeze.

His pen stopped mid-word. Slowly, his head turned to look at you, those pale green eyes widening just slightly. “Huh?” he asked, blinking like you’d snapped him out of a trance.

“I said I love you,” you repeated, still smiling. “Just felt like telling you.”

Jack’s ears turned a little pink at the tips, and a faint flush spread across his cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked away for a second, trying to hide the tail wag he couldn’t quite stop. “You can’t just say that out of nowhere like that…” he muttered, ears twitching. “You’ll catch me off guard.”

“But I like saying it when you least expect it,” you said, leaning a little closer to bump your shoulder against his.

He glanced at you again, the corner of his mouth quirking up despite his efforts to stay composed. “Yeah, well… I like hearing it. Even if it throws me off.”

You grinned and leaned your head on his shoulder, and he adjusted his posture so you could rest there more comfortably. After a long pause, you heard him mumble — so quiet it could’ve been mistaken for a breath — “I love you too.”

And even though he returned to his textbook soon after, the way his tail curled around your ankle said it all.

Epel Felmier

The two of you were sitting under a big apple tree just outside the school gates. Epel had insisted you come with him to his favorite quiet spot — away from the noise of the dorms, where the air smelled fresh and the breeze danced through the leaves like a soft melody. He had a knife in hand, carefully peeling one of the apples he’d picked just for you, brows furrowed in concentration.

You watched him, utterly charmed by how focused he looked, how gentle his hands were despite the sharp blade. You reached out and touched his knee lightly to get his attention.

He blinked and looked up. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head, smiling up at him with that bright, sincere expression he could never quite prepare himself for. “I love you, Epel.”

He nearly dropped the apple.

His eyes went wide and a sharp flush bloomed across his cheeks and ears. “Wha—?! W-Where’d that come from?!”

You just shrugged, grinning. “I wanted to say it. I love you.”

Epel opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words fast enough. He stared at you like you’d knocked the wind out of him — as if those simple words meant more than a thousand grand gestures. He turned his head quickly, ears burning. “You can’t just go around sayin’ stuff like that outta nowhere! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

“But it’s true,” you said, giggling as you leaned into his side. “I love you. Even when you’re blushing like a tomato.”

“I ain’t blushin’!” he huffed, but his hand twitched before he awkwardly reached over and grabbed yours. His fingers were a little shaky, but he held on tight.

“…I love you too,” he mumbled, voice low and soft, like it was meant only for you. “Even if you say it when I least expect it… I ain’t ever gonna get tired of hearin’ it.”

He finished peeling the apple and offered it to you, trying to act cool despite his still-burning ears. You took it happily, giving him a kiss on the cheek that made his blush flare right back up again.

And he knew in that moment — with the apple trees swaying and your laughter beside him — that he’d never want anything else but this.

Sebek Zigvolt

The library was unusually quiet that day — well, even more so than usual. You and Sebek were tucked away in one of the far corners of the library, seated at a heavy wooden table stacked with textbooks, scrolls, and your combined notes from Professor Trein’s most recent lecture. Sebek sat rigidly across from you, pen moving with exact precision as he muttered formulas under his breath, brows furrowed in focus.

“It is vital that I maintain my grades for the sake of Lord Malleus’ honor!” he’d proclaimed earlier, thumping his chest with such intensity that half the dorm had turned to look. You were just happy to study with him — even if his dedication bordered on theatrical.

You were supposed to be reviewing your charms notes, but instead… you found yourself watching him. His hair glinted under the soft lantern light, and his eyes, fierce and serious, flickered across the page like a soldier reading a battlefield map. He looked so intense, so Sebek — and for a moment, your heart swelled so full of affection, it felt like it might burst.

So you leaned your elbow on the table, tilted your head slightly, and let the softest smile curve your lips.

“I love you, Sebek.”

His pen snapped in half.

He jolted back in his chair with such dramatic force that the back legs almost lifted off the ground, green eyes wide as dinner plates. “WH-WHAT?! You—YOU—!!” he sputtered, one hand clapped over his chest like he’d just taken a blow to the heart.

You blinked innocently. “I said I love you.”

“OUT OF NOWHERE?!” he barked, flushing so deeply that the tips of his ears glowed red. “I—W-WHAT COULD POSSIBLY COMPEL YOU TO UTTER SUCH WORDS WHEN WE’RE IN THE MIDST OF STUDYING?!”

You just giggled, leaning forward. “Because I was looking at you… and I realized I really love you. So I said it. That’s all.”

Sebek’s jaw worked for a moment, like his mind was trying to buffer. He looked down at the ruined remains of his pen and then back at you, flustered beyond belief. “Y-You cannot… you mustn’t say such things so suddenly! I-I am a knight! A guardian of the great Lord Malleus! I must remain vigilant, composed, and… and—!!”

His voice softened at the end, the panic in his expression melting into something far more tender. He looked away, shoulders stiff but trembling slightly as he gripped the edge of the table.

“…But…” he muttered, voice almost too low to hear, “…I suppose… there is no harm… in expressing your affections. Especially when they are… directed at me…”

You smiled again, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him squirm.

“Say it again,” he blurted suddenly, eyes still averted.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“I said…!” His voice cracked slightly. “…Say it again. Just one more time.”

You leaned closer, soft and slow like a breeze brushing through the trees. “I love you, Sebek.”

This time, he didn’t shout. He didn’t flail. He simply stared at the table, his face glowing red as he gripped the edge like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality. And then, after a few seconds, he nodded—almost imperceptibly—but with the seriousness of a knight taking a vow.

“I… I love you as well,” he said, firm and proud. “More than any mere declaration can express.”

You could tell it took everything in him to say that aloud, but the sincerity in his voice made your heart melt.

Later that day, as you were leaving the library together, he awkwardly offered his hand to you — and though he tried to act composed, his fingers trembled ever so slightly when yours slipped into his. He didn’t say another word about your random confession… but he walked beside you all the way back to Ramshackle in complete silence, lips pressed into the smallest, most bashful smile you’d ever seen.

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