beetlejustin

your f/o feels like shit.

the type of shit that only comes when you feel like everyone is throwing bricks at your head no matter what you do. the type of shit that makes you want to punch a wall. and the type of shit to just lie on the cold-ass floor because getting off the ground is too much work. your f/o, without a doubt, feels like complete and utter shit. only bringing themself to mutter a small "dammit" under their breath as they stare at the ceiling.

their hand slides down into their pocket, almost on instinct, pulling out a photo. it's small, easy to hide, but large enough that they're able to look at it without having to squint. and lo and behold, it's you. it's not your best photo, definitely not one to frame on the walls. but they adore it. still remembering that specific day that makes their heart flutter and their lips twitch like they could smile right now.

weakly, they lean up from the floor, resting their arms on their legs and continue staring at your photo. you aren't even here, but, bless your soul, do you get them through the day. and slowly, they get up from the floor completely as they shove the photo back into their pocket for another day.

"I'm sorry. You're... umm, doing that again."

You turned to finally look at him, rubbing your eyes before sighing, pretending not to know what he meant. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Idia slid down beside you on the bed. You'd spent so much time together within the four walls of that room that you both now had the famous 'side of the bed,' and strangely, he didn't mind. He liked sharing his space when it came to you.

"You act like your team is about to run out of HP." You chuckled at the comparison, but it sounded pretty accurate. However, you noticed that hint of something more in his voice, that hint that it was more than just a joke.

"Yeah... maybe I just want a hug from my boyfriend." You shrugged. You weren't looking directly at him; you were playing with the collar of his sweatshirt because, even though you seemed to be the one who often took the initiative in the relationship, you couldn't help but get nervous when you asked for affection.

Idia didn't say anything for a few seconds... if you were someone else, he probably would have flatly refused, but it was you, his girlfriend, and the only person who had managed to ease any discomfort in his chest, even just a little.

He settled down next to you, slowly and carefully, as if afraid something might go wrong during a hug. He wrapped his arms around you soon after, and you felt a weight lift from your shoulders as you snuggled closer, inhaling the scent of his sweatshirt. It smelled like him.

He didn't know why you were feeling down. Not even you knew; you could only feel that your motivation to do anything had diminished considerably over the past few days. And yet, Idia didn't question you. He agreed to stay by your side, holding you in his arms for several minutes until you remembered that anime you had left unfinished the night before, and when you asked him to continue watching it, he agreed, still holding you in his arms. That simple hug had been more than that.

It had been his way of trying to cheer you up, and it worked incredibly well.

Cater wore an annoyed look on his face. One you didn’t even notice from the way you were completely engrossed in the show on your phone. For the last half hour you hadn’t paid him any mind, and it was starting to annoy him.

“Y/n~” the ginger haired male whined. “I’m in dire need of your attention right now or I’ll die from neglect.”

His dramatization makes you laugh. “Just one more episode Cay, then I’m done.”

Huffing in annoyance, Cater buried his face into the crook of your neck, your hair tickling his nose. He inhaled contentedly. The scent of your shampoo relaxes him even more. His arms wrapped tighter around your midsection to keep you closer. When you still didn’t look up from your show, he frowned.

Fine. Cater would take matters into his own hands.

You immediately flinched at the cold feeling of Cater’s fingers on your skin. He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. His hands trace up and down your sides, fluttering teasing at first before Cater begins to full blown tickle you.

Your laughter fills the room much to his delight. You try to squirm out of his grasp with no avail, accidentally kicking some of the pillows off the bed. “Stop, Cay your hands are cold!” You manage to wheeze out through your laughs. Now, your stomach was beginning to hurt.

“Not until you give a kiss first and tell me how amazing I am,” Cater insisted.

“Okay! Okay! I yield.” You’re finally freed from your boyfriend’s torture, rolling over to face him with a playful glare. Cater smiles, waiting expectantly for his kiss which you deliver. “You’re so clingy, you know that?”

Cater’s grins only widens. “Only when it comes to you.”

trey clover

No one can convince me that this man isn’t just a giant teddy bear. He’s such a gentle cuddler that’s equal parts big spoon and little spoon. Do you want him to hold you? He does so with tenderness and love. Want to cling to him like a koala? Go for it.

One of his favorite things though is to wake up with you in his arms. You just fit so perfectly against him and there’s nothing better than being able to have you at his side each morning.

As the sun peeks through the curtains, the light makes Trey stir, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. He turns on his side, facing away from the window, in hopes that sleep would reclaim him for a few extra minutes. Sleepily, he feels around the bed before finding what he’s looking for, wrapping his arms around your midsection, and pulling you back against his chest.

You groan a bit in your sleep, shifting around to face him so that you could nuzzle against his neck, your legs intertwining together with the messy sheets. Trey’s scent leaves you content and cozy. He always smells good to begin with.

“What time is it?” Trey mumbles, his voice sounding husky and deeper than usual from the drowsiness. He presses lazy kisses across your cheek and jaw, oddly clingy yet very gentle in the way he touches you.

“Dunno,” you yawn. “Don’t you have to help with the preparations for the unbirthday party today?”

“Right…”

Trey reaches over you to the dresser so that he could grab his glasses. His vision starts to clear once he puts them on, finding it a welcome sight to see you cuddled up against him.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Trey presses a kiss to your temple.

“Do you have to get up now?” You whine. “You’re so warm.”

Trey laughed. “Unfortunately, I do have duties to attend to.”

You tightened your hold around him before giving the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Just five more minutes in bed? Please?”

That was all it took to break Trey’s usually so unwavering resolve. How could he say no to you? After all, five more minutes with you in his arms didn’t sound all that bad.

leona kingscholar

King of naps and cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you’re not tired. If he wants to lay down and close his eyes for a few hours, you’re joining him whether you want to or not

Is a very protective cuddler. The kind to keep you close with a lazy arm around your waist. If you stray too far or act like you’re going to get out of bed, he wakes up to ask where you’re going. Leona is not letting you out of his sight.

The sound of your phone vibrating makes you stir awake. You groggily feel around for it, shutting the alarm off by pressing the button, before trying to close your eyes for a few extra minutes of sleep. Moments later, your second alarm goes off which makes you sigh in defeat.

After turning off the alarm, you try to sit up so that you could begin getting ready for your next class. Only…you can’t. A firm arm’s wrapped around your waist, pulling you down on to someone’s chest. No amount of wiggling allowed you to break free.

“Leona~let me go,” you complain. “I have to get ready for my next class.”

“Just skip,” the man beneath you grumbles, his voice husky from exhaustion. Leona’s arm tightens around you when you try to move. His tail wraps itself around you calf, tickling your skin. Nuzzling against the crook of your neck, Leona lets out a content, almost purr-like sigh.

You sigh exasperatedly as you’re completely stuck in his hold. As comfortable as you were, you really did have to get up.

“You can’t afford to skip anymore classes either mister,” you say. “And, we’ll be late if we don’t get ready.” Leona grunts in response, still making no effort to move. You manage to turn around to face him. Placing a teasing kiss against his jaw, you add, “if you get up and go to class, I’ll clear my schedule so that we can nap together all weekend.”

“Fine.”

A few moments pass before reluctantly, the lion sits up, yawning tiredly. You follow suit and stretch out the aches in your arms, but before you could get out of the bed, Leona steals a kiss which catches you off guard.

“I hope you know, that I plan to keep you all to myself this weekend, herbivore,” Leona mused. A playful smirk spread across his face. “And I don’t plan on letting you go.”

vil schoenheit

He’s more of a casual cuddler. The kind that has you tucked against his arm while watching a movie type. He keeps one hand free to access his phone while the other will absentmindedly trace circles down your back that eventually lulls you to sleep.

In public he’s not a big fan of PDA, so when you finally have some alone time with you out of the limelight does he shower you with physical affection. And don’t even think about trying to escape

Vil emerges from the bathroom feeling refreshed and relaxed. After a long day of filming and back to back shoots, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just get in the bed and wind down for the evening.

You were already in your shared bed, tucked under the covers in your silky pajamas (that matched Vil's) with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn in your lap. Vil frowned.

"Really? You know having that much oil before bed will make your skin break out," Vil scoffed as he pulled back the blankets to slide in the bed next to you.

"I know, but we can't watch a movie without popcorn!" You retort, smiling at him.

Vil suppressed his own smile behind an eye roll. "You're just going to fall asleep within the first thirty minutes."

"Will not!"

"If you say so."

Tucking you under his arm, Vil pulled you close against his side before using the remote to turn on a movie. You had picked the film for the night, choosing one Vil himself had starred in with Neige Leblanche (Much to his dismay), but you had insisted it was because you enjoyed Vil's performance the best in this particular movie.

Resting your head on Vil's shoulder, you sunk further into his embrace. A few handfuls of popcorn and twenty minutes later, you had fallen asleep, exactly how Vil predicted.

"You didn't even put a dent in the popcorn," Vil sighed. He set the bowl on the night stand before carefully moving to tuck you under the covers. Your hand shot out to grab his arm.

"Don't go," you mumbled in your sleep.

Vil smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it." He laid down beside you, holding you in his arms as he slowly drifted off.

rook hunt

A true romantic that will sweep you off your feet. Literally. He likes to surprise you with his affections, picking you up from behind when you least expect it and stealing kisses when you’re caught off guard

He does this in public too. He’s not shy about PDA and letting the world know how much he loves you. But of course, if it makes you uncomfortable he’ll refrain. But when it’s just the two of you, Rook loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

You were in the bathroom doing your nightly routine to get ready for bed. Rook had been a gentleman in running you a warm bath to unwind. After thoroughly relaxing, you applied your usual skin and hair care before rubbing your body down with your favorite lotions and scrubs.

While bending down to put your items away under the sink cabinet, you don't notice your partner enter the bathroom. Suddenly, Rook's behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to lift and spin you around. A startled squeal leaves your lips, before you begin laughing.

"Rook! Don't do that! You're going to make me have a heart attack."

"Sorry mon amour! I cannot help myself when you look très belle in the pajamas I got you," Rook apologizes with a smile. "Ah! And I see you used the new lotions as well. Might I say the fragrance is absolutely delightful."

"It's kind of hard not to want to use them when I come home to find the most romantic bath waiting for me with a basket full of more roses and toiletries one could use in a lifetime," you say knowingly.

You knew it had to have been Rook who left the giant basket of all the new skin care products, essential oils, lotions, and scented fragrances you used on the bed. There was so much stuff that you couldn't possibly use them up any time soon, which made the basket insanely heavy. But, the sentiment was so endearing that it made your heart flutter.

"I just merely want ma belle to have the best to be able to relax after a long day of hard work." Rook placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Well, hurry up and shower so I can finish my long day in your arms," you tease. "You're not allowed in the bed until you take your outside clothes off."

"If that's what ma belle wants, ma belle shall receive."

idia shroud

Physical touch makes his brain short circuit, so you have to ease him into it. You have to initiate in the beginning, taking it upon yourself to wrap your arms around him while you’re laying in bed. Idia awkwardly at first doesn’t know whether to hold you back or leave you be

Eventually, his confidence grows and he becomes more comfortable being the big spoon. One of the most comfortable positions for him is to have you in his lap, laying back against his chest with his arms around your waist while the two of you play video games together

"Dammit!" You swear, throwing the controller across the bed. "Why is this level so stupidly hard!?" This was the fourth time in a row you had died in the game, and you were beyond frustrated at this point. You hadn't even made much progress, getting killed over and over at the same opponent.

"What level are you on?" Idia asks, not looking up from his computer where he had been playing a similar game to the one you played on the console.

"Level 13," you sigh. "The stupid bird thing keeps spitting out fire, and I can't avoid it in time without running into the turtle."

Idia spins his chair slightly to face the T.V. He holds his hand out for the controller which you place in his palm. Restarting the level, he begins to walk you through it. "When you get to this point, you have to hit this box here. It'll give you this power up to be able to take out the first enemy. It only last 10 seconds though, so you have to move quick."

Once he moves the character to a safe location after demonstrating what to do, Idia hands you back the controller. You take it from him then climb into his lap. His hair turns a brilliant shade of pink as you make yourself comfortable.

"W-what are you-"

"Shh! I have to focus, and I need you for emotional support."

You take it upon yourself to wrap Idia's arms around your waist. Hesitantly, he holds you a bit awkwardly. Not too tight, but not secure enough for your liking. So you lean back into his chest. Eventually, Idia relaxes a bit and hugs you close, hoping you can't feel the erratic beat of his heart through his sweatshirt.

Five seconds later, you die in the game. "DAMMIT!"

Sighing, Idia takes the controller from you. With his arms still around you, he takes over and flies through the level with ease, you encouragingly yelling for him to kill the bad guys.

"Did you plot this all along?" He mumbles, resting his chin on top of your head.

You maintain an innocent smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

lilia vanrouge

A chaotic cuddler. You never know if he’s going to be a gentle big spoon and give you royalty like treatment or wrestle you into the blankets. It stresses you out, cause you could be chilling out, watching a show when he decides to initiate a tickle fight.

Although he tends to be playful, he is very comforting when and if you need it. If you have a bad day, you can always count on Lilia to cheer you up by showering you will all the affection you need.

The day had sucked.

It was just one bad thing after the other. You overslept through your alarm. You failed your history test. Then an accident in Alchemy resulted in your uniform being soaked. Needless to say, you were over the day.

Even though it was still relatively early, you went back to the dorm, showered, and put on your pajamas. Putting your phone on DND, you then got in the bed and promptly passed out.

Hours later, when you wake, dusk has crept across the sky casting its orange hue through the window. You feel small circles around your back, realizing someone was gently tracing them while you slept. Groggily, you begin to sit up.

“Oh, dearie, you’re awake,” Lilia says, closing the book he had been reading. You squint, trying to make sense of his presence. “Are you still tired? You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“What are you doing here? What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. You weren’t answering your phone, so I was worried something happened. Imagine my surprise to find you all ready for bed at three o’clock in the afternoon.”

You let out a tired sigh and lay back down into Lilia’s arms. He resumes tracing random circles across your back, the soothing sensation nearly lulling you back to sleep.

“It was a long day,” you say.

“I figured. Would you like to talk about it?”

You shake your head. “Later. I just want you to hold me right now.”

“That, I can do, and you don’t even have to ask.”

malleus draconia

Literally loves the intimacy that comes with cuddling. He loves being physically close to you in such a casual manner and cares more about you being comfortable. Do you need him to move his arm? Do you want to lay on his shoulder? He's happy to accommodate to your needs.

Secretly enjoys being the little spoon. Malleus loves it when you hang on to him, even if you happen to be smaller than he is. He finds it endearing, and something about you not wanting to let him go fills his chest with adoration.

Malleus watched your movements curiously.

You had instructed him not to move then proceeded to straddle his waist. It caught him off guard, the level of boldness, but followed directions and let you do what you wanted. You spent the last few minutes messing with his hair, looking intently focused on what you were doing.

“Okay done!” You finally announce. You had braided Malleus’s hair back into a French braid, looking quite proud of your work. His hair was so soft and silky with a natural shine to it that made it fun to play with.

“Thank you,” Malleus says with a smile. “You seem quite pleased with yourself.”

“Well, with your hair pulled back, I can better see the scales on your forehead,” you explain. Gently, your fingers brush against the black scaling that adorned the base of his crown. You look to Malleus for permission, who nods, even bending his head down more to be able to feel the smooth texture.

“Why does something so minuscule please you?” Malleus asked curiously. “Majority of the time they are covered by my hair that they go unnoticed.”

“I like them because they’re unique to you,” you answer. “I like seeing all the most intimate parts of you. I feel as if I get to learn more about you this way.”

Your response catches Malleus off guard. The faintest hint of pink touches his cheeks before he smiles and pulls you into his chest. “You make my heart feel so full. I feel so lucky to have you.”