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This one is a little personal but Rafayel caressing and kissing the bruises and marks on your stomach (have to take insulin and this is my reality everyday)
ohh this made me so soft and sad:( i hope you are okay! just remember you're loved and cherished no matter what ā”
ā. ā content warnings: hurt/comfort, vulnerability, insecurities, mentions of scars (from taking insulin), crying
You hadn't meant to let him see. You tried your best to be careful to not let Rafayel see the most vulnerable part of you. It wasnāt that you didnāt trust him or anything, or that you thought heād look at you differently. No, it was none of that. And in truth, he already knew the reality of your everyday life, what you had to go through every single day without exception.Ā
Still, you thought youād spare him the ugly part. Tonight, you were careless, too lost in your own head to really think about it.
It was just that youād come out of the bathroom in one of his shirts, the soft old grey one that hung past your hips, and Rafayel had been sprawled across the bed with his sketchbook on his stomach, drawing idly. Youād lifted the hem to scratch idly at your skin, youād forgotten. You forgot, sometimes. Your body had become a map you stopped reading.
Rafayel did not forget. Rafayel noticed everything about you, with zero exceptions.
The sketchbook closed, making a soft thud where he placed it on the nightstand.
āCome here, baby.ā
His voice was soft. That was always the thing about him. For all the noise he made about being dramatic, when something mattered, his voice went very, very quiet and soft. It made your whole body melt whenever you heard it, made it go pliant.
You went. You always did.
He sat up against the headboard and patted the space between his legs. You crawled on the soft mattress and settled there with your back to his chest, half a sigh leaving you when his arms came around your waist. His chin tucked into the crook of your shoulder as his fingers found the hem of the shirt.
āCan I?ā he murmured, stopping his hand until you gave permission.
You nodded.
He rolled the fabric up gently, until it bunched under your breasts. The cool air met your stomach and you felt your shoulders try to come upāthat old reflex, the small embarrassment of being seen thereābut his hand was already there, palm warm and splayed flat over the constellation of little bruises and pinpricks dotting the soft skin around your navel. You bit your lip, a nervous habit you had whenever you felt too exposed.
He didnāt say anything for a moment. He just looked.
Then he moved around in bed until his face was much closer to what you felt most insecure about, and bent his head.
The first kiss landed low on your belly, just above your hip where a small purple bloom was still fading. It was so soft, closed-mouth, and lasted only a second. Reverent in a way that made your throat tighten before you could decide why.
āThis one,ā he murmured against your skin, thumb circling the bruise so lightly you barely felt it. āHi. Thank you.ā
You made a small, strangled noise. āThank you?ā you tried, voice small.
āMm.ā He kissed the next one. A faint mark, days old, near your ribs. āFor keeping her here with me.ā
Oh.
Oh.
He moved across your stomach, careful and unhurriedāa kiss for every little spot, every faded pinpoint, every tender place you flinched from in your own mirror. He didnāt hurry past them. He didnāt pretend they werenāt there. His mouth found each one like it was something precious, like you had been hiding small treasures under your shirt all this time and he was only now being allowed to count them.
His knuckles dragged up your side, soft as watercolor.
āYou donāt have toāā you started, and your voice broke embarrassingly in the middle, so you bit your lip. His hand spread wider over your stomach, holding you steady.
āI know I donāt have to.ā His lips brushed the soft place beside your navel. āThat wonāt stop me from wanting to love every piece of you, though.ā
The first tear slid down before youād registered you were crying. Then the second. You were not even sad, that was the strange part. You werenāt anything you had a word for. You were just so held. You were being held in a way you had not realized you were braced against not being held.
āHey.ā He felt you shake. He turned his face up, kissed the corner of your jaw, your wet cheek. āHey, hey. None of that, baby. Orāno, all of that. Whichever you need, Iām here, okay?ā
You laughed wetly, the sound getting tangled with another small sob.
āSorry.ā
āDonāt.ā he gathered you closer, tucked you back against his chest, his hand never leaving your stomach. His thumb stroked a few times over the softest part of you. āEvery day, hm? Every day you do this. Every day my brave girl takes care of herself for me.ā
You couldnāt answer, couldnāt find the right words because there were none. You were being held so softly and loved so tenderly you had no words for the feeling blooming in your chest. Your hand came up and laid over his where it rested on your belly, feeling his fingers slot through yours like theyād been waiting.
He pressed one more kiss, very soft, just below your ribs.
āI love every inch,ā his voice was absolute, yet so tender you felt your eyes sting again. āBruises and all. Especially bruises and all.ā
You closed your eyes, focusing on how his heartbeat steadied behind your shoulder blade.
You were so loved you almost couldnāt bear it.
You bore it anyway.
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period comfort - rafayel [ oneshot ]
rafayel x fem!reader
summary: in which rafayel tries to help you with period cramps. even tho he's a bit clumsy.
" i never did this before ... so please dont be mad if i mess up "
tags: period comfort; rafayel being clumsy; established relationship; rafayel knows about periods, kinda; super fluff; can be ooc sometimes; no ai; romance; period cramps; toothrotting sweetness from rafayel side; long oneshot.
wordcount: 1,531
authors note: so i tried my best to depict rafayel's personality as good as possible. im still learning so please dont be too mad if hes not perfect. also as always, english isnt my first language.
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it was a cozy afternoon, like always whenever you decided to visit rafayel. Mo Studio was bathed in sunlight as you sat on the table, browsing through a magazine about the latest fashion trends. then something shifted, subtle, nothing too dramatic at first. it was still too early but you were used to it. the first cramp as you stood up from the chair, hits like a warning shot. you freeze mid step, one hand resting on the back of the chair. it was still too early, your period should start next week and not now. not today. then another cramp, this time it was so bad that the ache bloomed in your whole abdomen. the ache was familiar, yet unwelcomed.
rafayel who had worked on a new painting noticed the shift in the air. he heard the small gasp escaping your lips, making him shift on his chair "are you okay?". one of his brows lifted as he saw how you clutched your abdomen, not answering right away.
through gritted teeth you tried to wave it off "yeah its just .. its nothing" the second wave of cramps hit harder. you bend slightly forward, pressing your palm strongly against your abdomen. trying to ease the pain. a quiet involuntary hiss escaped your lips.
then you heard his voice "hey. that doesnt look like nothing to me" His legs carried him across the room, fast. by the time you opened your eyes again, rafayel is already in front of you. his brows are knitted together in a way thats far more serious than usual.
"its really nothing, you worry too much rafayel" you insisted. voice weak as you tried to stand up straight again. another cramp making it hard to not lose your composure completely.
rafayel on the other hand doesnt look convinced in the slightest. his hand found its way on your back, rubbing soothing circles on it "you look pale, you know that?" "im always pale okay!" your voice was louder than intended. "i mean ... im sorry but its just cramps, nothing serious."
for a moment rafayel looks a bit confused. what kind of cramps made you this vulnerable? "cramps.." you nod for a moment, already regretting that you said anything to him. there is a brief pause, long enough that you almost expect him to brush it off as some kind of joke. your relief was short lived as rafayel leans in.
"what kind of cramps?" he couldnt be serious. you couldnt do more than stare at him for a few minutes before finally opening your mouth again "rafayel." his name left your lips in a serious tone, implicating that it would be better for him to not push any further. of course he didnt cared. "what?" he says defensively "there are different kind of cramps. hand cramps, leg cramps-" before he could say anything else you pushed your finger against his lips.
"period cramps."
the words landed and for once, rafayel is completely speechless. you almost laugh because of the expression of his face. rafayel looked so utterly confused and flustered it was almost too cute to handle.
"oh ..." his voice was muffled against your finger, yet soft at the same time. rafayel's eyes searched yours for a moment before his gaze dropped down to your abdomen. "yeah.." you muttered "so, im just gonna sit down on the sofa for a bit." taking your finger away from his lips, you moved past him towards the couch. rafayel doesnt stop you but you can feel his gaze on your back the entire way. as you sank down into the soft cushions a sigh escaped your lips, curling slightly inward as another cramp rolls through you.
"what do i do?" you glance up. rafayel was still standing at the same spot where you left him, arms crossed loosely. there's something uncharacteristically in his posture. you blink for a split second "what?" "what do i do?" rafayel gestured vaguely, like the answer should be obvious by now "is there something im supposed to get? or say? or .. fix?"
despite being in pain a small smile appeared on your lips. he looked so cute and helpless "its not really something you can fix, rafayel." he frowns "that sounds .. awful." another chuckle escaped your lips. another cramp interrupts whatever you were about to say. you suck in a breath, pressing your hands more firmly against your abdomen.
"okay enough, i dont like that" rafayel's face twisted one more time. "its fine-" "it is clearly not fine!" hearing his loud voice you flinched slightly as he started to pace around the room. you could clearly see how his mind was working. to rafayel a period wasnt completely a strange thing, he had heard of it. the only difference was, that he never saw how bad it could be.
"you are in pain .. there needs to be a solution. so you, stay there" with that he dissapeared into the hallway. its not like you planned on walking around his house at the moment. so you kept leaning against the cushions, closing your eyes to soak in the silence of the room. it was soothing in some kind of way but that silence only lasted 5 minutes. rafayel was already returning, you heard a clattering followed by a curse.
"rafayel? be careful okay?" you said from the sofa. "i am being careful" he insisted, which is immediately undermined by the sound of something else almost dropping onto the floor. when he finally appears in the doorway, you saw how much stuff he was really carrying. Two blankets, a glass of water, a mug thats probably too hot to be held the way he was doing it, a heating pad and a bunch of snacks. your mouth fell open, rafayel looked like he was going onto some kind of battlefield. "rafayel.." "yes?" "why do you look like you raided an entire store?"
with a huff he sets everything down in front of you. carefully to not spill anything from the water glass and the mug "because i didnt knew which of these things would actually help you" gosh, in your eyes he was the cutest boyfriend right now. you nearly felt sorry for him. after some struggles with the heating pad, mostly due to him not admitting he didnt put the plug in correctly, you two finally managed to make it work. "hah victory" rafayel looked over at you with the biggest grin on his face as you placed the heating pad on your abdomen. "you look really proud of yourself" you admitted which was met with another huff from his lips. "As it should, cutie"
as the cramps slowly got better you leaned into him as he had settled next to you on the sofa. the warmth from his body seeping into your own helped a lot. plus the heating pad was still pressed against your abdomen. "you know" you mumbled half drowsy against his shoulder "you did better than i expected." a theatralic pained expression appeared on his face but not for long. it made space for a soft smile as rafayel pressed a kiss onto the top of your head "next time i will do better, i promise." "next time?" "this is a recurring problem isnt it? so i will do better next time."
thats when you looked at him, really looked at him. at the way his hand is placed above yours, like it belongs there. like the way his face has softened despite his teasing nature. closing your eyes you smiled a bit nuzzling closer against his shoulder. "yeah" you mumbled softly "you probably will." for once rafayel didnt tried to turn your words into a joke. he just stayed next to you. warm, steady and just a little bit clumsy. despite everything, he did his best and tried to make you feel better.
which was worth much more than some simple words of comfort.
Heās very chalant, in fact heās the most chalant, the chalantest if you may, heās just a shy snowman šš
Asking the LADS men if theyāve seen the news about the āunidentified beastā in Linkon šŗ
this is my first smau please tolerate whatever this isš„
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š¦ā⬠recharging with sylus šŖ«
wc: 720 gn reader, soft sylus, exhaustion, fluffy comfort!
Your day was exhausting. Too many people, too much noise, too much everything. You left feeling dizzy and strained, not even having the energy to text Sylus that you were coming over. You're sure he'll understand; he shows up to your apartment uninvited quite often, and you never complain. You stop by your place on the way to change into more comfortable clothing, then pull on your helmet and hop on the bike he gifted you.
Luckily, you manage to stay fully awake for the entire duration of your drive to Sylus's manor and park smoothly in his garage beside his favorite bike. You're sure he knows you're here by now; his security system is incredibly robust and likely identified your face on your way into his garage.
You scan your thumb on the reader, and the door unlocks with a happy-sounding chime and a little caw sound effect. You can't help but smile a little, remembering how you asked the twins to help you implement it, and how the two gleefully complied, offering to record his reaction as well.
The way his eyes widened with surprise and then softened with fondness as he chuckled still lives in your mind, the memory brightening your days. Part of you expected him to change it, but he never has. Your little project of adding small, cheery touches to his home has been going surprisingly well.
You rub your eyes as you make your way through his side door, toeing off your shoes in the entranceway and trudging forward. You check each room as you pass by, looking for signs of Sylus's presence. Empty, empty, empty⦠You eventually reach his study, and there he is.
He's in an ornate armchair, reading, with one of his favorite records playing in the background, filling the air with a gentle melody. You feel an incredible weight lifted from your shoulders just from breaching the threshold, causing your posture to relax and a yawn to escape your throat. It smells like him in here.
Sylus doesn't seem surprised to see you, merely placing his book aside and opening his arms in invitation with a smile. "You should have said something about coming to see me. I would've prepared you a drink."
You hum lowly in response, your brain far too scrambled to prepare anything coherent to say. You just take his invitation, crawling into his lap and nestling your head into his chest, curling into him. The day's tension melts from your frame, and from Sylus's as well. He lets out a soft sigh, pressing tender kisses to your hair and enveloping you in his embrace. He almost seems to be purring.
"Your presence is a lovely surprise, sweetie." He murmurs, pulling you closer, smothering you with affection. His kisses travel down to your neck, and he snuggles into you, the tip of his nose nuzzling into your soft skin, a smile curling his lips. "Long day? Hmm?"
You wrap your arms around his torso and whine. A quiet laugh rumbles through his chest, his hand sliding beneath your shirt to slowly stroke up and down your spine. "Alright, alright, no more teasing."
His chest is so warm beneath your cheek, his arms holding you close and insulating you from the harsh world outside. You're enveloped in a safe little bubble, free to let go without fear of judgment, free to recharge without having to rely on solitude. It's as if the universe is just the two of you, and you've never felt safer.
"Naptime?" he whispers, and you nod, cozy and drowsy, your mind fixating on the rhythm of his heartbeat and the vibration of his voice resonating through his chest. He hums, placing a kiss on your jawline. "Rest. You did well today. You should be proud."
At this, you open your eyes to look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Really?" you ask, something in your expression making him chuckle fondly.
"Yes, kitten, really. You know I don't offer empty praise." Your eyes start to water, causing Sylus's to soften tenderly. He shushes you, tucking your head back into his chest with his free hand and threading his fingers through your hair, soothing your tears.
"I'm proud of you. Never forget that. Rest well for me, sweetheart. I'll stay right here by your side."
thinking about having a panic attack or emotional breakdown and waiting until you can barely take it any more to call sylus. he's in the middle of something incredibly important, you know that, but he did tell you to call him when you feel this way. so, you do. he arrives in a panic, believing that you're in danger from the way you could barely choke out your words over the phone.
you collapse into his arms, hiccupping and sobbing and grasping onto him desperately, apologizing profusely for dragging him away from his work. but he'd be patient and soft, slowing everything down and making sure you feel safe again before asking any questions.
he'd pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, turning off the lights and curling up with you under the sheets, staying there for however long it takes for you to settle again.
it just means a lot to me that he wouldn't accept any apologies for needing his help. he'd value your mental health just as much as your physical health, and you'd never need to prove yourself to him. if you're in distress, he's there.
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maybe he learns about it belatedly from mephisto or the twins or figures it out on his own, but he'd be Furious. he's using your name, no nicknames, no fluffy bullshit. his eye is definitely glowing without him realizing it too. he might even pull out a rare expletive.
"never put yourself in harm's way to try to 'earn' my care again. do you understand me?"
he'd hold eye contact with you, making sure you nod, making sure you get it through your thick skull that this is completely unacceptable. that if you found yourself even considering this in the future, that you were to call him immediately. he'd never forgive himself if you were seriously injured because you felt your suffering wasn't worth his time unless you were bleeding.
and once you promise him and he knows you're being sincere, he'll soften up, making sure you're okay and treating you to a warm drink, as well as a nice long bath if you're feeling up to it. he'd be a bit more protective and worried for a little while afterwards, checking in with you regularly using video calls to keep you from lying.
and if this happened during work or involved a wanderer whatsoever, you're taking at least a month off, no matter how much you protest. if you don't call out on sick leave yourself, he's calling up captain jenna for you and telling her you need time away from the job for your mental health.
bad bodyguard
synopsis: you can come to sylus anytime you need him. also, some of his men need better training!
tags: fluff/comfort, anxious reader, onychinus guard is dismissive of reader, reader feels like a burden, sylus has none of it, vague threats against anyone who keeps him from his partner, tiny bit suggestive at the end word count: 1.4k
one, two, threeā¦
another futile count to four.Ā
no matter how many times you guide the air in and out of your lungs, your heart still thrashes in your chest.Ā
on the nightstand, the clock reads 3:06 a.m.Ā
where was he right now?
in times like this, there was only one person who could soothe you. you hadnāt seen much of sylus this week, but the chances of getting through this without him were slim. you could only hope he hadnāt left for the night.Ā
hugging your sides, you pad through the baseās chilly halls, the echo of gruff voices growing louder with each step. above them all, one seems to soarāthe one that sings you to sleep through thunderstorms, that greets you at every dawn.Ā
sylus.Ā Ā
hairy situations! āāā when you tell the lads men that you canāt have sex because you didnāt shave.
ā„ļø zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb ā© genre: smutty, suggestive, crack, fluff
steal my girl! āāā when the lads men see you, their girlfriend, out in public with another man.
ā„ļø zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb ā© genre: fluff, lighthearted jealousy au, slice of life

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ā ā love drunk?
summary: in which the lads boys text you after having surgery (and are a little loopy) (and miss you).
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier is kinda pathetic, zayne needs reassurance, rafayel is annoying (and wants to kill himself again), sylus is Into you Bad, caleb is double pathetic (zayne cameo too helloooo). this oneās a bit au-ish given the fact that itās less than likely most of them would need regular ass anesthesia and surgery butā¦walk with me maybeā¦fem reader mentions in some of them (!!!), mentions of sexual acts briefly lol, allusions to violence (kinda??? rafayelās into it??? and you donāt rlly do anything???), and obvi mentions of injury/surgery but no graphic depictions, thatās it (i think)
p.s. this was kinda fun to make but i also was very into making it so if it makes no senseā¦thatās not my business idk man
a/n: this was a silly idea i had a few days ago and i felt very inclined to do it sooooo i hope itās okayā¦ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
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Sylus absolutely loves watching you eat.
Not in for the reason most would immediately think, but because you have a habit of dancing when you enjoy it.
The first time he noticed, the two of you were at a newer restaurant and, under the din of conversation, he could hear a radio playing. He chalked it up to you subconsciously hearing the beat.
The second time was when the two of you stopped for homemade gelato, but again, there was music. A lively little band playing at the bar next door's back patio.
With a shrug, and a grin, you were too cute when it happened, it fell to the back of his mind.
Sylus finally caught on when the next time he saw it, his chef had made you one of your favorite comfort meals. There was no music, nothing that could even be mistaken as any type of beat, and yet you wiggled back and forth on the stool as it was placed in front of you.
Added some arm motions after taking a bite.
He had laughed, the light kind that pulls your attention instantly. You had asked him what was funny, and he just said, "You."
You cocked your head, confused, and he shook his, feeding you a line about getting the fanciest grilled cheese in all of the N109 Zone and Linkon.
It quickly turned into a private game, one he enjoyed greatly for two reasons. The first was that he was able to spend time with you, which made anything palatable. The second was the excuse to dress you up and take you out.
Now, not everything the two of you ate was high end - Micheline star rated. Sometimes he would indulge your whims to go to some place a co-worker had mentioned off handed that you wanted to try.
What he realized quickly, however, was that whatever version of the dance escaped you was a fairly accurate indicator of the food.
You nearly always had a little shimmy when the plate was set before you, especially if it was visually appealing.
From there, after the first bite, it would range. If it was alright, you bounced your head. If it was good, a shoulder shimmy would make it's way out. The next level was a full body shake that he could only describe as a mini twist, but on a minute scale. As if a puppy was wagging it's tail.
But he knew it was delicious when your hands joined the fray. Sometimes the pumped the air right in front of you. Sometimes it was a little wider, out to the sides, while your whole body bounced back and forth.
If that dance slipped out, he would mark down the restaurant as one to return to later.
You had caught him once, staring, waiting for you to take your first bite. Sylus had been doing that for a while, leaning forward, fork in hand, but nothing moved to his mouth until after you had fully taken yours.
You had teased him - asking if he was using you to test for poison, and he had snorted and shook his head, taking a bite to subtly encourage you to eat what was in front of you.
Sylus wasn't even sure you consciously realized you were doing it or if it was because you were comfortable with him you didn't care that you did.
Either way, it was one of the many small things about you he kept tucked away close to his heart. There were many things about you to love - but your little happy food dance was one of his absolute favorites.
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Phainon NSFW Alphabet
Phainon x Fem!Reader
A = Aftercare (what theyāre like after sex)
Phainon is very attentive after sex and will check on you to see how youāre feeling. He hopes the experience was just as good for you as it was for him. If you need anything to eat or drink, heāll volunteer to get it for you and then will lay in bed while cuddling you. Phainon is very affectionate during this period, showering you in kisses all over your face, hands, and neck. He also rubs a hand along your back and thighs to work out any tension and soothe your nerves.
He compliments you a lot afterwards, as well, saying things like how amazing you were, how happy he is to have shared such an intimate experience with you, and cheekily saying he hopes to do it again so he can best his personal record of bringing you to even more orgasms.
Phainon likes to engage in pillow talk in general, be it about the sex you just had or anything else about your lives. He listens to your feedback about what you liked or disliked in the recent session and mentally files that information away before sharing his own thoughts. He believes in open communication and treasures your opinions because he wants to do all he can to ensure your happiness and satisfaction, even outside of the bedroom.
Phainon also shares his favorite moments with you, such as funny memories, interesting stories from his life, or cool facts he learned while appraising artifacts. If you share anything about your life and interests, he listens attentively to your every word, wanting to learn all he can about the woman that has captured his heart so completely. If you get really into talking about something, donāt be surprised if Phainon compliments how beautiful you look. Even with mussed hair and hickeys all over your skin, in his eyes, you radiate beauty when you talk so passionately about something.
He smiles a lot, too. Aside from the satisfaction that comes with sexual release, Phainon loves the emotional intimacy that comes with sex. He feels happy that he got to make you feel good and bond with you on a deeper level.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
Phainon doesnāt have any one particular part of himself he takes pride in, but he does like his arms. They help him wield his claymore to protect others against monsters and malicious people. Furthermore, he likes wrapping you up in hugs. Itās both an expression of how much you mean to him and his desire to keep you safe. That, and he just likes how you feel in his arms in general.
As for your body, Phainon says he loves all of you, which is true. He loves every little bit of you, even your flaws and imperfections because they are what make you who you are. If pressed for a more specific answer, Phainon would say he adores your eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul, as the common saying goes, and Phainon can often tell how you feel by the emotions reflected in your eyes. Whenever you look at him with undisguised love, his heart swells with so much joy that he fears it would burst.
Romantic notions aside, Phainon also likes gazing into your eyes while making love to deepen the emotional connection between you. To Phainon, the emotional aspect of sex is just as important a the physical, if not more so. Plus, he just likes seeing your eyes glaze over with desire or roll into the back of your head when he hits a pleasurable spot inside you. Your expressions of bliss arouse him.
What if⦠Phainon was your boyfriend?!
warning, may contain⦠pure wholesomeness, a tint of angst if you squint, usage of pet names, kissing. may be ooc (out of character), if it makes you uncomfortable, please scroll!
(a/n): i chose to put my direct headcanons from tiktok to tumblr. if you guys want to go watch the ones on tiktok, search the user ā danhoneyyy! ^^
LOVE LANGUAGES:
1. PHYSICAL TOUCH
phainon would love to be able to hold your hand at any given moment. need to be guided somewhere? his hand is already extended out for you. about to get hit by something? his hand will grab onto yours, yanking you away from harm. in desperate need of comfort? his fingers are already interlocking yours. he would bring your hand over to his lips, giving pecks to your knuckles, locking eye contact with you to observe your reactions.

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Diluc NSFW Alphabet
Diluc x Fem!Reader
A = Aftercare (what theyāre like after sex)
Diluc is very diligent with aftercare. He always checks if youāre alright before fetching wet towels for both of you and will carry you to the bathtub if youāre too tired to walk. He likes to clean both of you up after sex because heād rather not stay smelling of sweat and musk throughout the night, especially if he has unfinished business to take care of afterward.
After lovemaking, Diluc prefers to spend some time cuddling and basking in the afterglow, kissing your hands or face, running his fingers through your hair, or giving you a small massage on the areas of your body you say are sore. Heās very gentle towards you during these moments because he wants you to feel cared for and loved (though sex with him is already very passionate and loving).
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
On himself, Diluc likes his arms. Theyāre surprisingly muscular under that black coat, and the strength theyāre capable of allows him to protect or to pick up and carry you, which he enjoys.
As for your body, he finds thereās something incredibly alluring about your neck. Diluc loves to kiss your neck. It can be simple, chaste little pecks of affection or wet, open-mouthed kisses in the heat of the moment. His mouth is simply drawn towards your neck. Diluc also loves the sight of your nape and feels the urge to nuzzle into and kiss it whenever itās exposed. When he gets lost in the pleasure of making love to you, Diluc sometimes gently bites your nape in a primal, possessive sort of way. Itās not painful but can leave a little mark if heās not careful.
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SYLUS
š ą£ŖĖ Ö“Ö¶Öøšą¼ą¼ąæ puts his hand over sharp table corners when you walk past them; He does it so naturally you almost miss it. Whenever you walk past sharp table corners or low hanging edges, his hand is already there before you even register it. His warm palm pressed against the edge, cushioning it so you donāt bump into it. Most of the time, you donāt even realize itās happened until you feel itāSylus's hand brushing lightly against the side of your head instead of wood.
And when you finally do notice, itās always the same.
You pause, turning your head slightly to look at him, caught between confusion and that soft, familiar flutter in your chest.
Sylus doesnāt look at you right away. Only after a moment does his gaze flick toward you, calm and gentle, but softer when it meets your eyes. "Careful there, sweetie," he says, a teasing lilt threading through his voice.
"Wouldn't want an injured kitten on our hands, would we?"