You heard Lohen say, the amusement in his voice clear as daylight. Looking up from your meal, you see him eyeing your face. His usual grin a little wider now.
A light laugh left his lips at your confusion. Instead of telling you, he merely pointed to his cheek.
He could see the gears in your head moving before you finally caught on. But instead of wiping away the small splotch of food on your cheek like he thought, you had suddenly leaned over.
The warm and soft press of your lips to his cheek. So sudden... Yet so sweet...
A hand immediately covered the lower half of his reddening face, while the other had spontaneously stabbed the dining knife he had in his grasp earlier straight into the table .
His cuteness aggression flaring up, he felt the need to stab the table again. The other patrons who had saw the display of affection be damned. They can whisper all they want, he just needed a minute...
Lohen swore you'll be the death of him instead of all his fights.
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imagine pillow fighting with Scaramouche, but he falls on top of you, and suddenly his lips are on yours!
— ˙ . ꒷ 💫 . 𖦹˙ —
you heard the washroom door click open, and you looked up to see Scaramouche, in nothing but sweatpants, hair still slightly damp from showering, a few droplets of water running down his chest.
you set your phone down on the nightstand as he stepped closer, heading towards where you were sitting on the bed.
when he got to the edge of the bed and leaned forwards, about to kiss you, he was not expecting to have a pillow flung to his chest.
"wha- hey!" he grabs the pillow but you were prepared and had already jumped out from underneath the blankets and to the opposite side of the bed, armed with another pillow, before he has time to even react or throw the first pillow back at you.
"get back here-!" he throws the pillow at you, and then dashes around the bed to the other side where you are.
you both continue throwing pillows at eachother, until you're nearly out of breath from laughing and having fun.
"alright, that's enough for now, yeah?" he bends down to start picking up pillows off the floor, and you also grab one.
instead of throwing the pillow onto the bed like him, you decide to fling it at him once more.
"hey-!"
he winds up, preparing to throw a pillow at you, but this time, he swings the pillow a little too hard, and you can feel yourself falling over. you quickly extend a leg towards his as you fall to the ground, causing him to lose his footing,
you close your eyes as you tumble backwards to the ground, and keep them shut, waiting for him to fall on top of you.
what you were not expecting was to have his lips pressed against yours.
your eyes widen in surprise, and you're met with his equally shocked and flustered expression.
almost as quick as it had happened, he pulls away, still hovering over you, but now supporting his own weight, hands planted beside your head. his cheeks are very pink and he turns his head to the side, hoping you don't notice.
"..sorry," he awkwardly mumbles, head drooping slightly in embarrassment.
he starts to get off but you stop him.
"wait," you reach up, wrapping your arms loosely around him, and he stops trying to pull away.
he turns his head to look at you again, curiously this time, and you just giggle at how adorable and flustered he looks.
"you're so cute, yknow that?"
he just rolls his eyes and slightly turns his head away from you once more.
you use your arms to gently pull him downwards, trying to get him closer. he obliges, letting himself settle on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"and, if you wanted to kiss me, you could've just said so," you grin and can feel more warmth radiating from his face as you continue to tease.
"'m not cute.." he mumbles against your skin,
"uh huh..." you just gently run a hand through his hair, enjoying the comforting feeling of having him settled on top of you.
— ˙ . ꒷ 💫 . 𖦹˙ —
a/n: i wrote this at like 1am yesterday so i think it's kind of poorly written but i hope everyone finds it ok 😓😓
a/n. good lord ive been feeling so motivated lately. excuse if the writing is a bit rusty or if my ideas arent that creative xd
summary: some personal headcanons i have for our pretty cryo boyo
themes: established relationship, fem!reader, slightly suggestive id say?
ᝰ.ᐟ i think we as a collective agreed that he is gonna call you bunny/bun. i think maybe from time to time you’d hear him call you liebling or love
ᝰ.ᐟ hm after a good thought, i think lohen would maybe smell like a mix of fresh wood, blackberries and maybe the faint scent of lavender
ᝰ.ᐟ he also makes it very known your HIS. the knights and locals in mondstadt are fairly aware that messing with you meant lohen wasn’t too far (and then they better wish they hadn’t done that)
ᝰ.ᐟ he loves following you. lohen likes to watch what your up to if he isn’t busy slaughtering or working at the headquarters. just seeing you smile and what your up to on your daily routine. and he just gives you that shit eating grin when you notice him following you
ᝰ.ᐟ he thrives off of you watching him when he trains the knights. he goes extra hard to show off and will immediately turn to face you and smiles (say he did good chat he loves your compliments)
ᝰ.ᐟ on the topic of compliments; comes with lots of praise too. like yes praise him too he wants to know he’s doing good. but you in return will receive it too because your his bun after all
ᝰ.ᐟ i will stand by that he loves physical touch. like his hand will always find yours (it also gives him comfort). he tries, emphasis on try, to keep it minimal in public. but at home? your not gonna move away he is glued to your side, hugging you from behind, tugging at your arm and of course cuddles in bed. lohens got a pretty tight yet warm embrace so be prepared to not move an inch.
ᝰ.ᐟ lohen asks you very often to punch him, slap him or generally try to hurt him. like it turns him on when you get so angry but hold back on him. BUT if he notices depending on the situation, seeing your uncomfortable by any means, he is immediately dropping it and already comforting you. he’s sorry to overstep your boundaries (accept his apology.)
ᝰ.ᐟ and in bed? that’s where lohen opens his mouth even more. be ready that he is going to mock your moans and be extra sloppy. he loves seeing you tear up just so he can kiss it away. “good bun, you can take me a bit more”
ᝰ.ᐟ he asks you to choke him lightly. but like he won’t be hardcore for it at all if you don’t want to. he usually goes your pace and wants you to feel comfortable <3 your mostly worried you’ll hurt him but the way he bites his lip and his eyes roll back, you can tell the freak enjoys it (plus it’s you doing that)
ᝰ.ᐟ oh and he definitely uses his vision on you to catch you off guard. and he’ll just chuckle and pamper your face with kisses. “awh bun~ did it get too cold now hm?”
ᝰ.ᐟ but besides that, when you catch him on days he’s down where he barely communicates with you? give him a bit time and hold him. craddle his face and never let him forget that you love him just the way he is. he needs it<3
ᝰ.ᐟ he sometimes goes through thoughts that you should be with someone who’s less so crazed for battle or have to be scared he won’t return from an expedition. that’s one occasion you actually will give him a slap, which catches him off guard.
“lohen, nothing will change my mind. i chose you and just because of that? don’t be so silly. i love you always.”
“i love you even more bun..thank you.”
ᝰ.ᐟ what also comes to my mind is, that if he’s free, he’d love to share your hobbies in a way - or at least have you talk about it. he never gets tired listening to you and every single detail is remember. since he knows you don’t fight he might make you watch him from afar, says he is absolutely sharing his hobby with you too! (how romantic)
ᝰ.ᐟ adorno also thinks your great for him. you keep him grounded and make him rest sometimes when he really needs it
ᝰ.ᐟ you don’t know of it, but he got a promise ring made just for you. once he feels ready enough he wants to share it, find the right moment with his beloved bun<3
The moment Vice Captain Lohen laid his eyes on you, it felt like everything shifted. You get promoted, you get more attention from him, and whenever there’s an expedition or a mission, he commands that you stay by his side and his only. Don’t even bother approaching the other knights or the Grandmaster, because after all, he’s your captain.
“Be quiet for me, hm? You can do that, right?” he whispers, brushing his lips against your earlobes. You nod your head, biting your lip to stop the whimper threatening to spill from your lips.
But oh, Lohen adores the sounds you make. Unfortunately, he has you pinned against the wall—at the back of the headquarters. You hear some Knights walking around, questioning where you two disappeared off to.
Lohen can’t help himself. Not when you looked so, so pretty, walking around with your new uniform, catching everyone’s attention—even the Honorary Knight. Of course, as your vice captain, Lohen can’t afford that right? You’re not allowed to slack off, not when everyone’s trying to flirt with you. So fucking annoying, he thinks. Another compliment from Varka, and he’s close to using everyone as his shooting mannequin.
You bit your lip so hard, it stings. “Awh, my baby’s lips are bleeding… i’ll help you wipe it off.”
His hands wrap tightly around your wrists, pinning them on top of your head. Lohen’s lips ghost against yours—he pauses before licking your bleeding lips, tasting and savoring them. You flinch, not because it hurts, but because the feeling of his tongue feels good
“That was meant to be a kiss, but oh well.” He kisses weirdly. Lohen chuckles, catching you off guard. “You taste great. Can I have more?”
This was a scenario that you’d experience every time you entered work. And it might be weird—to have an inappropriate yet complex relationship with your Vice Captain, knowing that if the Grandmaster catches you both, it’ll ruin your career. But Lohen adores you too much, willing to pick you over his work. It gets to a point where everyone in your squad is aware that he favours you over everyone. Many think it’s just a crush, a blooming love that’ll end with him confessing his love for you.
They’re unaware that Lohen’s “crush” on you isn’t a puppy crush meant to be treated as a joke. The crush he has on you is so intoxicating and overwhelming. But he doesn’t try to fix it. He lets his desire for you consume him whole because he believes that’s what love is like.
He watches over you every training like a hawk. Anyone daring to walk over to you, iniviting you to spar, or asking for your help, gets interrupted by his mocking comments. You can’t even walk on your own, without him following behind, asking: “Where do you think you’re going?”
And when Lohen helps you train, he’s behind you, pressing his chest against your back. A mischievous glint in his eyes, hands interlocking with yours—he excuses it as, “I’m just guiding you. Your… posture needs fixing. And your aim should be like this, okay?” His other hand finds its way to your hips, caressing them as he whispers instructions to you.
YOU HAVE REACHED THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP.
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— first part of an eater's collection. columbina's ver next <3 then venti's!
╰ ⌗ Nightdreams of author: Masochist Lohen I see you.
Lohen who LOVES his vampire s/o—her inhumane traits, her highly developed hearing, her teleportation skills—but his favorite would always be her sharp fangs.
The pain they give him when she bites his neck to feed on him—might be the best moment of the day honestly. He'd just sit there, with you perched on his lap, fangs deep in his collarbone while letting out the most adorable whimpers that give you goosegumps—Just... why does he like it that much?
He would definitely pester you to feed on him even when you weren't hungry—not allowing you to drink those disgusting blood packets you always complain about, he told you multiples times that he wouldn't mind if you called him while he was working just to satisfy you—letting you nibble on him while he trained the poor disturbed knights—who couldn't focus so he just told you to crash his office instead.
"Thought you wanted blood bun—t-take lot more than that then w-will ya." While pushing your head deeper in his neck. "Yeah, just like that."
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The first time you meet Satoru Gojo, he’s wearing fluffy slippers, holding a coffee mug, and jiggling the handle to what you hope is his own apartment.
It’s not a nice mug. It's chipped on the side and says “World’s Okayest Human” in bold red font. He's shirtless, but not in the flirty “look at me kind of way”, but in the “I woke up at noon and didn’t think consequences existed” kind of way.
You just wanted to go downstairs to check your mail.
He notices you and lights up. “Hey neighbor,” he grins, like he’s known you forever, “quick question. How do you feel about breaking and entering?”
You blink. “What?”
He shifts his weight to one foot. “I’m locked out. My phone is inside. My dignity is nowhere to be found. You wouldn’t happen to be handy with a bobby pin, would you?”
You stare. “Do I look like a criminal?”
“Honestly you look like someone with potentially strong moral boundaries, which I’m hoping you’ll set aside for just ninety seconds?”
You don’t smile. Instead, you sigh, march back into your apartment, and come back with a wire hanger. “You're gonna owe me a hanger.”
He clutches his chest like you just confessed your love. “Be still, my heart.”
Silently, you jiggle the lock, carefully maneuvering the hanger you sacrificed.
“So,” he says.
You glance at him. “What?”
“What brings you to the building?”
You blink. “I live here.”
He looks genuinely impressed. “Wow. Small world.”
You turn your attention back to the lock. “Why are you out here, anyway?”
“I was getting some air.”
You look down at his fluffy slippers, then at the coffee mug in his hand.
“At noon?”
“Fresh air doesn't have a schedule.”
“You're shirtless.”
“I was committed to the experience.”
You snort before you can stop yourself.
His eyebrows shoot up.
You immediately return your attention to the lock.
“Oh,” he says, sounding delighted. “There it is.”
“There what is?”
“A laugh.”
“I didn't laugh.”
“You did.”
“I didn't.”
“I think we're going to get along.”
You pause for a second,then continue working on the lock.“Why were you actually out here?”
“I was taking my coffee outside.”
You look down at the mug in his hand. “Why?”
“It was too hot.”
“Right…”
“Hey, don't judge me. I had a very intense morning. Burnt my tongue pretty badly.”
“You woke up at noon, didn't you?”
His eyebrows lift. “How did you know that?”
You don't have to answer. Your eyes just scan him from head to toe before paying attention to the lock again.
He looks down at himself, then back at you. “Is it that obvious?”
“Painfully.”
“Wow. We just met and you're already hurting my feelings.”
“You'll survive.”
“I'm not so sure.”
“You didn't think to bring your keys?”
He smiles sheepishly. “Nope.”
You narrow your eyes. “Are you always this irresponsible?”
“Only before noon.”
“It's twelve-thirty.”
“Exactly. I'm having a rough day.”
You shake your head, turning the hanger again. “What's your name, anyway?”
He looks at you. “You're breaking into my apartment and you don't even know my name?”
“Youre the one who asked me to.”
“Just testing your memory.” He takes another sip of his coffee. “Satoru.”
You glance at him. “Satoru what?”
His smile widens. “Gojo.”
You nod once. “Okay.”
“That's it?”
“What else am I supposed to say?”
“I don't know, maybe what people usually do and tell me yours?”
You finally feel the lock give.
“Got it.”
The door clicks open.
Gojo whistles low. “Remind me never to make you mad.”
“You should really get a spare key,” you mutter.
He leans against the doorframe. “I’ll hide it under the plant you’re going to give me next week when we become best friends.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah. It’s fate. You broke into my apartment, that makes us bonded for life. Pretty sure it’s law.”
“Again, I did not break into your apartment. You told me to help you.”
“The suspiciously bent hanger says otherwise.” He winks which causes you to turn and head back into your apartment shutting the door on him. Your mail can wait.
That should’ve been the end of it. But the next morning, he knocks on your door holding two cups, a paper bag, and an offensively bright smile, paired with his equally bright hair.
“A Peace offering,” he says. “For traumatizing you with my glorious, shirtless presence.”
You open the door halfway. “You don’t even know if I like coffee.”
His grin widens. “That’s why I brought tea, too. And a donut. I’m rigging the odds.”
You don’t say yes. You just open the door fully and step aside.
And just like that, Satoru Gojo steps into your apartment like he’s always belonged there.
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i've had this in my notes app since like january LOL i tried looking for my password and found it so enjoy !!!!!
Jason Todd, who goes out of his way to make your life easier. He noticed your fridge is running a little low? It’ll be fully stocked with your favorite foods within the hour. One of your cabinets squeaks when it opens? Good thing he brought left his toolbox in your apartment for moment exactly like this. You’re stressed after a long day of work? He’ll make sure to have a bath run and ready for when you get home, candles he bought specifically for this occasion lit and spread throughout your bathroom. He feels that you do so much for him each and every day, and helping you out even just a little bit is the least that he can do.
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thinking of trying to reject yandere frat!caleb, the most popular boy on campus..
"And I just was thinking..." you wring your hands together, ducking your head under his intense gaze.
"Hm?" He tilts his head, willing you to continue. Caleb looks perfectly patient, but there's something too watchful in his expression. It unsettles you.
"I can't really date you, see, because I'm busy with studies," you babble, blinking up at him for his reaction.
He doesn't say a word. Like he's expecting you to continue.
"And...and we wouldn't be a good fit, probably, since you're well, you, and I..." you trail off, scrambling for any excuse you can think of.
"Oh, you don't need to explain your decision," he smiles warmly, and the heaviness in your chest dissolves. Were you imagining his insistence the whole time?
"Really?" You swallow.
"Of course not," Caleb's violet eyes crease fondly. "You're just too shy to date me, because you worry what people will think. But don't worry. I already told the whole school that we're a couple."
Your heart sinks, and you take a half step back. "W-what?"
"So, want to grab something to eat? There's a great place nearby-"
"No, you have it wrong, that's not-" You start, thinking that maybe he's just not getting the hint, but you stop abruptly as his face shifts. His smile drops so fast he looks like an entirely different person, cold stare piercing a hole in your head.
"Ah, I mean..." you chuckle awkwardly, backtracking quickly as your voice quivers with fear.
"Let's go. It's cold out here," Caleb flashes his signature smile, but it doesn't meet his eyes. His palm rests gently on your back, warm and heavy, as he ushers you someplace with the leisure of a date. You wonder how you've gotten yourself into this.
Im putting my thinking cap on for this… on a reader insecure about her weight and just not eating anymore, or eating the bare minimum in CALEB’s care (scawy), like I need me a mama bear Caleb going insane and still trying to fatten his pips up because there is NO WAY he is letting her go hungry >:(
﹙♡﹚so... i tried making caleb go absolutely crazy, and i don't if it's just me but i've been feeling so sad and down these days that i ended up making him break ( ˶•ᴖ•) !! but yeah, it is a touchy subject, so feel free to ignore this one if it's not your cup of tea (as always, i tried to keep it lighthearted and easy-to-read). remember to always take care of yourselves and your well-being. being kind to yourself isn't always easy, but it does help a lot. ♡
you were subtle with it; eating smaller portions, saying you already had some snacks outside, promising you'd eat later…
the first two times weren't concerning.
the third and fourth raised suspicion.
the fifth?
caleb knew something was wrong.
he focused on the amount of spoonfuls you had, on how many times you chewed, on every single grain of rice and noodle you brought to your lips, and they weren't enough.
they simply weren't enough for a mature adult to have enough energy, let alone to nourish their body and brain.
and caleb would do anything to keep you from hurting yourself, even if that meant overstepping boundaries and making you hate him for it.
as long as he kept you safe, he didn't care.
so, eventually, he started placing snack plates next to you as you worked.
he made you try the food as he cooked, making sure you had several spoonfuls.
he sat right in front of you and watched you intently as you ate, with an almost gentle smile on his face and his eyes crinkling as he asked if it was good.
to further calm himself down and give himself some peace of mind, he hand-fed you from time to time, because that way, he could make sure you were eating.
you didn't have time to react before he was offering an apple slice or gently pushing a tangerine segment past your lips.
you wanted to refuse, but how could you when you literally had no escape route?
you even began questioning why he insisted on feeding you so much, wholeheartedly believing he was trying to make you gain weight for some reason.
but his answers were always caring and honest, not once related to your appearance in any way.
“you are gettin' dizzy more often, angel. you need nutrients,” or “i like it when you ask for seconds 'cause it means you liked my food.”
you didn't know he already knew about your situation, and that his worry was growing deeper and deeper, to the point where he grew desperate to save you from your own mind.
“here you go, baby,” he placed a plate full of warm food in front of you, making you hesitate almost immediately.
you knew you had to take at least six spoonfuls for his shoulders to relax and his hands to stop clutching his fork.
but despite not feeling full, you gently pushed the plate aside and patted your belly.
“it was delicious, leb, thanks…”
silence.
caleb looked down at the almost untouched food, and then up at you.
“you're done, angel?” he simply asked, his voice steady enough not to reveal his inner worry.
“mhm, it's just a lot of food…”
he nodded, took a bite of his food, then stood up.
you followed him until he crouched beside you, pulling the plate closer.
“that's okay,” he whispered, and then his eyes met yours. “you don't have to finish it, but…”
he used the knife to push some veggies onto the spoon before bringing it to your lips.
“i'd like you to have a few more bites, hm?” he tilted his head, his lips curling up in that smile that made your breath hitch.
“but caleb,” you whispered, staring at the spoon. the food looked delicious indeed, but the numbers invaded your brain.
weight, calories, pounds…
you couldn't.
“for me, yeah? just one,” he tilted the spoon ever so slightly, his tone tender.
hopeful.
desperate.
it took you a few seconds, but you finally leaned forward to accept it.
the relief was almost unbearable. his body relaxed, and he let out a breathless chuckle, his lips finding your arm to kiss your soft, warm skin.
“there we go, baby,” he whispered shakily. “thank you…”
it was almost as if you had done him a favor by simply eating.
when he offered a second spoonful, you didn't question it. you didn't remind him that he said you'd only eat one more.
the third came, then the fourth, then the fifth, and the food was halfway gone.
that's when you quietly pushed the plate away again, meeting his gaze.
he took a napkin and dabbed at your lips before putting the spoon down and standing up a few seconds later.
“that's it. no more,” he promised, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “just a few bites, see? you did so good for me.”
your body was already thanking you; replacing the hollow ache with something warm, something nourishing caleb had prepared just for you.
you leaned against his touch and sighed, unable to contain your quiet laughter.
“you fed me like i was going to disappear or something,” you jokingly whispered, making caleb flinch slightly.
his jaw tensed, his muscles coiled.
disappear.
he guided you to your feet, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist with desperate strength.
“don't… don't say that,” he pressed his forehead against yours. “don't suggest that, angel. that's not happenin'.”
“caleb—”
“you can't disappear, yeah?” his voice cracked despite the smile he tried to keep on his face. “that's... that's why i take care of you.”
his arms tightened around your waist for only a second before relaxing again, as if he was afraid of holding you too tightly.
“you've been gettin' dizzy.” he swallowed loudly. “you've been so tired lately. you barely smile after meals anymore, and i know you love my cookin'.”
you stayed quiet, because you'd heard all of this before.
his worries, his fears.
however, he then continued.
“i know somethin' is hurtin' you,” he nuzzled your nose. “i'm not stupid, angel.”
you closed your eyes.
so he knew.
“leb, i'm sorry… i didn't mean to worry you, but it's just—” you took a deep, shaky breath, your voice coming out softer and weaker than you anticipated. “i just want to look better, that's all. for me, for you...”
he pulled back to look at you, almost frozen in place.
but you were always breathtaking.
no matter how, when, or where, you looked amazing in his eyes. every change, every fluctuation, every difference was worthy of praise.
but caleb knew not to mention your appearance, because you'd find a way to say you could look better; that being skinnier was your goal, and that you wouldn't feel complete until that day.
a day he knew would never come, because you'd find something else to focus on and try to change, punishing yourself if you couldn't do it.
“i don't care,” he finally mumbled, his voice lower than before. “i don't care, baby. you've been neglecting yourself, and—”
“caleb, you can't say you don't care…” you interjected, the insecurities taking over your mind.
you were tired of the same “you're perfect” speech you'd heard in movies, books, and the media.
“physical attraction is very important, and—” you couldn't continue, as he interrupted you the same way.
“i don't care about that,” he stated, both hands flying up to cup your cheeks. “wanna know what i care about?”
his breath mingled with yours, his eyes so intense they no longer resembled a warm sunset, but rather a dark, stormy night.
“i care about your hands not shakin' anymore. i care about you not gettin' dizzy as soon as you stand up,” he closed his eyes before stepping away from you, his arms falling to his sides. “i care about your heart gettin' enough energy to keep fuckin' beatin'...”
you stood there, your skin immediately missing his warmth.
his words pierced through you.
“do you wanna know what goes through my head every time you sway on your feet or tremble?” he didn't look up. he just couldn't meet your gaze.
the silence stretched until his lips parted again.
“that one day, i'm gonna be too late...”
late.
late for him to help you, or perhaps too late to save you.
your hands were shaky, but not from hunger or a lack of energy; it was from sheer fear and heartbreak.
something as “silly” as just wanting to eat less was caleb's worst nightmare happening right in front of his eyes, and you didn't even notice.
you looked down at your feet, the tears falling one after another onto the polished floor.
“i'm sorry…” you whimpered, your voice as quiet as a whisper. “i'm so sorry, lebbie. i didn't think—”
caleb was in front of you before you could finish the sentence.
he pulled you against his chest without another word, wrapping both arms around you until there wasn't a single inch of space left between you.
right there, with your cheek pressed against his firm body, you could hear his fast, unsteady heartbeat.
“i'm not mad,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “no, angel, i'm not mad at you. i'm scared.”
he buried his face in your hair, breathing you in just to make sure you were still there.
“i've been scared every single day,” he tilted your chin up to wipe away your tears as carefully as he could. “but you… you don't have to say sorry to me, baby.”
you tilted your head slightly, sniffling.
“if there's someone you have to be kinder to, someone who needs an apology… that's you.”
you closed your eyes when his lips found your forehead, and you held his wrists in place, not letting his warmth leave your wet cheeks.
“it's… it's so hard,” you admitted, followed by a broken sob. “it's so hard, caleb, because i don't like what i see, and i don't think i'll ever… fully like myself.”
“i know, i know…” he said desperately, pulling you closer so that he could kiss your head, your forehead, your temple. “i know, angel. it is hard. and i know you've been tryin'...”
you desperately looked up, lips parting.
“you've been tryin', and i'm proud of you, baby… but you can't just wake up one day and suddenly love everythin' about yourself. i know it doesn't work like that.”
he gently took one of your hands and caressed your knuckles with his thumb.
“so… until then, let me help you, yeah?” he lowered himself to look at you, his eyes brighter, clearer.
“let me love you enough for the two of us, and then some. let me take care of you, let me remind you that you do deserve to nourish your body, your soul… please,” he brushed his lips against your cheek, making you shudder. “please, angel. until you slowly become kinder and more forgivin' with yourself, let me help you.”
you shakily breathed in and out, letting his words plant themselves inside your mind.
after what felt like an eternity, you nodded.
you wouldn't just start loving yourself after this, you certainly wouldn't start eating without a care in the world, nor would the doubts vanish from your brain as if they hadn't even existed.
but you wanted to try, and you wanted your heart to keep beating, because you knew if it stopped… caleb would stop with it.
you wouldn't let that happen.
as he sighed in relief and carried you in his arms as if you were something precious, you understood how much he needed you to give him a chance to save you.
and you knew he would succeed right on time, as he always did.~
featuring⎯ xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x gn!reader (separate)
note: might have some typos!
xavier
you had been dying to try out the new bakery nearby, and when they announced an opening discount campaign you had dragged xavier along on your day off.
after you had picked your favorites from the endless rows of mouthwatering pastries, you joined xavier to pick up some bread that you would eat with dinner later before walking together to the register.
as the cashier was ringing in your items they beamed at your various different pastries you had picked from their campaign.
“aw, thank you! these are actually my husband's favorites, isn't that right?”
that's when xavier froze behind you. like in a 'xavier.exe has stopped responding' type of way. for a moment, he completely forgot about the bread in his hands. you had turned just in time to see him in this rare form, his face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears as his eyes darted every which way.
"h-huh? yeah..." he muttered before clearing his throat. his hand wavered, nearly dropping the bread he was about to place on the counter.
"lucky guy, you've got great taste. i hope our pastries will exceed your expectations," the baker clearly oblivious to all of this, simply smiled at you again before handing out the receipt.
as soon as you walked out you could feel xavier almost hovering over you.
"husband... " he repeated, his ears still pink. "you really like catching me off guard, don't you?" you expected him to tease you, but instead his thumb brushed over your hand absentmindedly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
it was strange how easily the word had settled between you. too easily. and judging by the way he kept glancing at you, you had a feeling xavier didn't dislike the idea.
zayne
you and zayne were at his university class reunion, surrounded by faces from his past. and since zayne had been young when he had entered the program he still felt a little out of his element when he was around his much older classmates, so he mostly stayed by your side throughout the evening.
as you were sitting at the bar quietly talking while soft jazz music played in the background, one of his classmates, slightly tipsy sidled up next to you both.
"if it isn't our youngest brilliant cardiac surgeon" they exclaimed rather loudly as they slapped zayne's back. zayne gave them a tight smile as the classmate wasted no time asking about his personal life.
"so, tell me zayne, who is this mystery person you have been glued to for the entire evening?" the classmate finally asked as they were eyeing you up. zayne gazed at you slightly annoyed by the classmate's tone, since it was obvious that you both were an item.
"he is my husband" you blurted out before zayne could even open his mouth. stunned, he just stared you.
"husband? really, zayne?" the classmate gasped in shock, not noticing your jist.
"you could say that."
later, as you were walking hand in hand back to his car, you could feel his eyes on you. "your husband..." he said quietly, almost to himself. as you looked back at him you could almost see a faint blush spread on his cheeks.
"about that... i didn't mean to make it weird, i just... i don't know why i even said that" you gave him a sheepish smile, feeling the embarrassment settle in for the way you had acted earlier.
"no need to apologise..." he murmured "... i liked hearing you say it."
rafayel
thomas had called you in state of panic after rafayel had started ignoring his calls about hosting intimate group of his admirers and journalists for his latest exhibition. so you had decided to save thomas a headache by agreeing to act as rafayel's bodyguard for the day so he would agree to show up.
as you stood on the sidelines you could hear quiet conversations echoing through gallery, the occasional camera shutters clicking as people whispered theories about the paintings.
you stretched, growing more bored by the minute and decided to leave your post to stroll around the exhibition. though rafayel had let you stay in his studio while he was still sketching out ideas for his latest painting, the moment he actually started painting he refused to let you anywhere near mo art studio until he was done.
so when you finally reached the end of the exhibition, a unique turquoise hue caught your eye instantly. your feet carried you toward it before you even realised what you were doing, as though the painting itself was calling to you. but before you could properly inspect it, someone called out to you. when you turned you found it to be one of rafayel's admirers.
"excuse me," they interrupted, eyeing you with a frown. "visitors aren't allowed this close."
you glanced down at the staff pass hanging neatly from your neck before looking back at them.
"oh, i'm here to see my husband's exhibition"
you hadn't realised that rafayel had managed to slip away from the crowd. by the time you noticed him, he was standing only a few feet away.
rafayel's entire face turned dusty pink when he heard you tell a gallery visitor, that he was your husband. he didn't react at first just blinked, so you thought you'd gotten away with it.
until a journalist approached.
"mr. rafayel qi," they asked, pen poised over notebook, "what inspired this deeply emotional collection?"
a slow, mischievous grin spread across his lips as he reached for your hand. "oh," he said smoothly, voice dripping with charm, "i was inspired by my muse... my spouse."
every pair of eyes in the gallery was suddenly on you. the journalist's pen stopped moving. whispers rippled through the gallery as cameras immediately swung toward the two of you.
"your what?" you whisper-shouted, trying to tug your hand free. rafayel glanced back at you 'innocently' as to say "did i say something wrong?"
he squeezed your hand gently before leaning in just enough that only you could hear "...well," he whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief, "we can't get caught in a lie now, can we?"
sylus
you had visited places like this with sylus enough times that the atmosphere no longer unsettled you. but you couldn't help but be in awe at the auction hall's contrast to the chaos outside in the n109 zone. The hall’s polished floors reflected the glow of expensive displays, while masked bidders exchanged quiet whispers over the rare gems being presented.
you and sylus had agreed to spread out to check for items individually. so as you were looking at one of the sought out gems, a masked bidder approached you, clearly sizing you up. you gave them a polite but firm smile but didn't move out of their way.
"someone like you shouldn't settle for ordinary things," the bidder said, as they leaned way too close. "perhaps i could show you something even better."
You didn't even flinch.
"no thank you, i'll be using my husband's card."
sylus, who had been quietly observing nearby, suddenly went still. his gaze flickered to you, a subtle glint of something dangerous in his eyes as his lips curved into a smirk. the bidder instantly froze in horror as they realised who they had just crossed.
"using my card, are you, sweetie?"
without saying another word, he closed the space between you, sliding his arm around your waist and guiding you away from the bidder. his touch was smooth, almost possessive as he led you to a quieter corner of the hall.
"husband…" he repeated, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. "you know... kitten, if that was your way of asking, there are easier methods."
"i wasn't asking."
"no?" sylus' smile widened. "what a shame. i was already considering how you would look with a ring."
caleb
the familiar smell of food drifted in through the open window as you slowly rolled your car forward in the drive-through. it had been years since either of you had stopped by your favorite fast food place.
caleb had suggested stopping there on the way home after you had mentioned craving something nostalgic after a stressful week of work.
as you rambled on and on about the wanderers you had encountered, you glanced over at him just to catch him already looking at you with that soft, absent-minded smile you had grown accustomed to. caleb didn't seem to mind you rambling either. if anything, he looked perfectly content simply listening to you talk.
the crackling voice from the speaker pulled you both back to reality.
"welcome! what can i get started for you today?"
you rattled off your order before quickly glancing at caleb.
"and my husband would like the combo meal. extra ice in his drink, please."
for a moment, everything seemed strangely quiet.
it wasn't until you finished ordering that you turned your head toward him, only to find him staring at you with wide eyes. his cheeks had turned an unmistakable shade of pink.
"...husband?" he repeated, almost as though he wasn't entirely convinced he had heard you correctly.
"yeah?"
the word had rolled off your tongue with such ease that caleb almost questioned whether you had actually said it or whether his mind had filled in the blank all by itself.
he quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he tried to regain what little composure he had left. unfortunately, the growing blush reaching the tips of his ears completely betrayed him. despite his obvious embarrassment, the corners of his lips twitched upward.
"you know, pipsqueak... you should be careful what you wish for."
Romance novels and fic like to make us believe that coming is something at is easy and happens instantly. It does not. SO, here are my takes on how the Love and Deepspace men react when you take a while. Crossposted from tt and updated to include Valko!
He's down to take his time, especially when it comes to you. I imagine he does a lot to work you up way before anything even starts. I get the vibe that he'd work you into a frenzy with a bunch of soft teasing and generally a slow build
This man is a D-type. He's going to get you deep into s-space so your brain isn't thinking too hard before he even starts trying to get you to to come. This is definitely part of the slow build process.
He's going to figure out exactly how much stimulation you can take, and where it's most effective. He pays so much attention to your body, every reaction you give him. Everything that brings you closer is something he studies.
So much praise. When you come, he's giving you nothing but praises. Telling you how beautiful you are, how good it feels, how much he loves when you fall apart for him.
Personally I think he has a goal to make you come multiple times in one session. If you're too sensitive after one, he'll just work you up to it as time goes on.
In my head, Zayne takes awhile, too. Mostly, because he's so in his head. Especially at the beginning. He doesn't want to hurt you, so when you two fuck, it's going to be at least an hour. Give or take. I think part of him will first try and make sure that all the bases are covered: Are you comfortable, are you hydrated, is there anything on your mind, are you certain you want to have sex and not just to have skin-to-skin contact with him? Are there any medications that do this, and has there been any research done on how to best address that. (like if you're on anti-depressants).
Once he's certain that he has all the information, then I feel like he uses his brilliant mind to lay out a plan. To get you both out of your heads and into the moment. He turns off all distractions. He's busy with you, and nothing will pull him away until you both are satisfied.
He's so patient. He works you so slowly. With his fingers, with his mouth, with tools or toys. Soft praises mumbled into your ear. He also pays attention to you and how you respond. He watches. Experiments. Finds exactly what you need to come apart for him, and then he does it. Over and over again.
He can keep up a steady pace for as long as you need him to. He's steady and strong. Can be either hard or soft, depending on how much of a brat you've been that day.
He wants to hear you. Tell him what feels good. Tell him when you're close. Say his name. Those things are enough to get him to break. But, he won't let himself until you do. You always go first. What a gentleman.
If there's one thing Rafayel knows, it's romance. He's an artist. A Lemurian. He lives and breathes love, especially when it comes to you. Similar to Xavier, Rafayel will work you up hours before he lets anything starts. Though, he won't do it all at once. No, he does these in countless little bursts throughout the day until you're about to jump out of your skin you need him so bad.
You've seen his third myth trailer, right? Those hip movements? Yeah. That. He can and will do that for hours. He loves to eat. Sit. He will happily drown in you as long as you'd let him. He's got god-tier stamina, and no matter how long it takes, all he wants is for you to feel good.
He could take the s-type role if that was hotter to you. He'd be your perfect little toy until you were satisfied. Or, if you need help shutting your brain off? He could dom you into oblivion, empty your mind of literally anything else but him. He loves it either way.
He can sense your emotions, right? So in my mind, he can also sense what brings you close to coming for him. He uses this to his advantage. Sometimes you might not even realize what was so hot, but he does. All of his senses are dedicated to perceiving you above all else, so he does. He figures you out, learns exactly how to make you sing for him, and what gets you going. Even if all you need is time, it's not like he's in a rush. He waited centuries for you to come back into his life, and as long as you're by his side, he'd wait twice as long for you to come, if that's what it took.
He fucks like it's worship. You are his everything, and he makes sure you know that in every way you two can possibly come together.
Sylus is nothing if not patient, especially when it comes to you. He's confident in his skills and abilities. Like Zayne, I think he'd run through the list of possible things that might keep you locked up in your head. So many consent checks! Makes sure you're comfortable! Especially since he's so big, he knows it can take some time for you to be prepared to fit him at all
He's got so many toys. Of all kinds. The finest money can buy, of course. He'll use them on you. Test to see which ones work the best on you. What makes your eyes flutter. He'll experiment. See what makes you tick. At one point, the bliss might border on torture, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
I think if you were really struggling and were into it, he'd use his evol to restrain you and use a vibrator on your clit as he kisses and teases you. You're going to be sweaty, needy mess before he even gets close to where you need him
Similar to Rafayel, once trust has been established, he can take on either role. Either as yours-type, or the dom who takes care of you. He'll do what it takes to wear your awareness down to your nerves, to get you so wrapped up in him the only word you remember how to speak is his name. He's going to make you work for both. It's a fun time all around.
This man loves to eat!!! If you let him he will live there and just eat all the time, it's his fave activity. Low key, I think he's kind of excited that you take awhile, because then he can eat for longer before you get overstimulated and he needs to stop.
Not in any rush, ever. You are the most important one on his schedule. He will make time, as much as it takes.
Caleb's mechanical arm never gets tired, and honestly? Neither does Caleb. He's always patient with you, always has been, and this is no different. Though, because he's less experienced than the others (imo), I think he fast. At least, faster than you. But he will go countless rounds, as many as it takes!
Like Sylus, he'll get you toys, but because he doesn't want anyone but himself touching you (the poor boy is so obsessive!), he will make them. Like a clone-a-kit but better and with more gadgets. He will put all those tinkering skills to good use!
Caleb is obsessed with you: All he's ever wanted is to have you, and once things take a spicy turn? He's going to spend hours figuring you out. What works for you, what gets you panting, what makes your eyes roll back into your head. He's almost as ruthless in his research of you as Zayne.
He does intensive training, so his rhythm isn't going to change on you. He can keep the exact pace you need for as long as you need it.
Caleb will not stop until you come and when you do? That's better than anything else he's ever experienced. Watching you come, feeling you come, for him?!?! He might come on the spot. Just come from the sight of you alone. That's the effect you have on him.
Valko has the stamina to go all night if you need him to, and his pace will not change. You are his mate, nothing is more important than you, and he will make sure you feel good. However, there's no pressure. He wants you relaxed, laughing, and so at ease with him that you let go and cover him in your come and your scent.
He's a tease, so he's going to work you up all day. A sniff here. A little nip there. A moment where he simply stands above you. He'll wear that tight black top where you can count every last one of his abs, and he'll do less to mask his natural scent, because just like yours gets him, his gets you and you can't help but fall further into him.
Will eat for hours. Happy to sit in between your thighs and just munch away. His fingers can keep a steady pace, too, so you're already squirming before he ever gets you on his cock.
As a switch, he can Dom you into the next dimension or he can be the very best lil toy for you. Whatever you need. If things switch up midway through, he goes with it. He will be anything and everything you need. You are his mate. Pleasing you and taking care of you is the only thing that matters.
Super tuned into you through scent and whatever mate bond you two share. Can scent when you're about to come, and he works you through it. He won't stop until you shatter all over him, and when you do? He's either thanking you for giving it to him like a good boy, or he's praising you for being so good for him.
none of my thoughts about any of these men are holy. that's okay. they can just fill my holes instead.
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I need to know everyone's reactions to having a bush and then shaving your bush PLEAASE.
Xavier has gotten used to the bush. He loves the bush.
That’s like… his baby low key. That man is slipping a hand down the front of your shorts just to play with your pubes to fall asleep alright?
Like he’s petting the kitty for real.
So when you come out of the shower and she’s bald? He’s a bit stunned to say the least. “You shaved?” The towel has dropped to the floor as you rummage around your drawers for some panties to slip on, turning with a grin to show Xavier the fruits of your labor.
“I did! I saw a hack online and I wanted to try it, it’s been a while since she’s been clean shaven down there… feels so soft, wanna touch?”
You’re wiggling your eyebrows at him, completely unaware of his little mini crisis now that his favorite fidget toy is gone. “…soft?”
Okay, well, maybe he can compromise. "Yeah, super soft, I gotta put some lotion on her though... maybe you can help me out with that?" Oh? Yeah maybe this wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to him.
Zayne had been quite shy at first about his love for your bush. Something about it just really, really does it for him, okay?
The further you got into your relationship, the more apparent it became. So? You quite shaving, stuck to cleaning up and trimming when it felt necessary. But never really waxed or clean shaved.
That is, until summer hit and you really wanted to wear this one swimsuit and no matter what you did, the hair was just too obvious.
"Zayne, baby? I gotta tell you something." You actually felt a tad guilty as you peek into his office, towel still clinging to your body. "That... sounds guilty. What did you do?" Break something, maybe? Accidentally post an embarrassing photo of him? No, maybe worse.
"You know that bikini?" Oh, oh no. Yeah, way worse. You could see the horror dawning on his face before you could even drop the towel. "Zayne, please, I had to..." But his eyes look like that of a kicked puppy, his work abandoned as he swivels in his chair. "You didn't..."
"I had too." You whine, opening your towel to show your clean shaven, hair free, smooth, bush-less kitty. He nearly falls to his knees.
Rafayel has never really cared either way, honestly. He's quite used to being relatively hairless down there due to being Lemurian.
He doesn't expect you to shave or wax to meet those "standards", he doesn't mind you having a bush in the slightest. He actually is rather fond of nuzzling it after he eats you out.
"Raf..." You breath into the kiss, head tilting back as his lips trail lower towards your jaw. Their end destination currently throbbing between your thighs. "Hurry... I don't wanna wait..."
You're squirming, ungracefully trying to kick off your shorts as you feel his lips curl into a grin against your heated skin. "Fine, fine, cutie. Someone is impatient." Pulling away, Rafayel easily yanks your shorts and underwear off in one go, trying not to do a double take when he's greeted by the sight of your bare, clean shaven pussy.
"What inspired this sudden style change?" You blink up at him, nearly forgetting you had shaved yourself while showering this morning.
"J-just felt like it. Does that really matter?" You spread your legs a little further, a little more of your dignity flying out the window as you pleaded for him to please you just how you loved him to.
"Nah, it doesn't. But she looks cute like this... looks cute all the time though..." You can't dwell on it, not when his head dips down and disappears between your plush thighs.
Sylus prefers your grooming habits to be whatever you're most comfortable with. He loves the bush, loves when you're clean shaven, doesn't matter to him so long as you're comfy.
"I did something today." You grin as you plop down beside him on the couch, a freshly poured glass of red wine swirling in your cup as he nurses a second cup of whiskey. "Something exciting, it seems?"
You try and swallow your grin but are unsuccessful, holding the crimson gaze that is peeking at you over wire rimmed glasses.
Sitting on your knees, you take a small sip of the liquid before leaning closer to your lover. "I shave my kitty today."
It had been months since you had gone fully bald. Trimming was one thing, keeping her neat and clean was another. But totally bare, Sylus couldn't recall the last time he had seen it. "oh?'
"Wanna see?"
"Of course I want to see."
Setting your wine glass on the coffee table, you push up on your knees and yank down the front of your shorts. Shamelessly flashing Sylus with a far too innocent grin on your face. "Nice work, kitten. Not a single nick or sign of irritation. I'm impressed."
Caleb has always been fond of the bush, he especially loves when it gets a little wild and grown out. Sticking through your undies, peeking out the sides. You very rarely let it get that long though.
"Hey colonel." You're relaxing on your shared bed when he shuffles into the room, eyes easily looking over your frame and doing a double take.
"You...shaved her?"
You sit up slightly, peering down your body with a raised eyebrow before looking up at Caleb again. "You're sick and twisted, how the hell did you know I shaved my cooch just by looking at me?" But it's the way your panties are sitting on your hips, the way there is no hair peeking.
"Just... know you. That's beside the point. What made you shave?"
The colonel hat hits the dresser, then the gloves, all the while his eyes are locked on you with intent. "Just... got bored? I don't know I haven't done it in a long while. Do you not like it?"
The look that flashes across his face makes you feel stupid for even second guessing. "I was just curious, pips." His feet fall heavy as he walks towards you, immediately falling to his knees when he hits the edge of the bed. "Should I show you how much I like it?"
Valko is a wolf, naturally he's used to people having body hair. He finds it mildly odd when they don't. But like, your preference, you know?
So, he makes you aware of that right from the start of your relationship. Letting you know that you don't have to shave for him, that you don't have to be hairless for him. He loves some body hair, he loves the bush.
"Woah... did I miss something?" You've gotten comfortable with changing in front of him, not thinking twice as you strip from your uniform to hop in the shower. "Huh?"
"You uh... you shaved it off..." peering down, you realize his amber eyes are locked on the freshly shaved front of your pubic bone.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know I just felt like trying it out, it's been a while since I've done it. Do you not like it?" Valko's jaw actually drops at the question. Him? Not like your pussy? What?
"I'd be a moron if I didn't like it, but you know I love you with hair, right?" He really wanted to make sure this wasn't an insecurity thing. At that realization, you can't help but grin, stepping forward to place a chaste peck on his lips. Finding it oddly touching and adorable.
"I do know that... but do you wanna feel how soft she is now?"
