⚜ Amor Tiberis ⚜

🌺 Cleo 🌺 In love with medieval lions and river gods 🌺 Requests OPEN for Date Everything: https://www.tumblr.com/cloud-ette/813269142175154176/yuus-and-valdivianites-finally-requests-are-open?source=share 🌺

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐫it𝐢n𝐠's 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞:

ೃ Date Everything!

ೃ X Men

ೃ Twisted Wonderland

ೃ The Arcana

ೃ Vanitas no Carte

ೃ Bleach

ೃ Bungou Stray Dogs

ೃ Miscellanea

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Taking some time off to deal with study and university stuff!

Hope to return in time for the week of my birthday and finish the requests, but who knows.

You all, remember to take good care of yourselves, eat healthy and drink water!

Kissing you on your forehead!

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ'ꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇ - x ᴍᴇɴ

I Put A Spell On You - Dancing with Hank

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Hi, so what if,,,, Strong Reader x Mac🥹 because it would be sweet if the Reader just carries Mac and their wheelchair when they have to go down the stairs or something like that😚😚

AW CUTE!!

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʀᴏ - ᴍᴀᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Mac already knew you were so, so strong, even before the accident.

They observed you a lot of times: going through the office while cleaning, dealing with furniture and objects with care, moving them around without any effort while keeping the desk tidy and chasing every single grain of dust. It's something that made their processors purring and funny-reacting almost as much as your wonderful double clicking. Yeah.

Once awakened and got to know you better, Mac didn't skimp on compliments on how strong you are and how they enjoyed staring at you lifting this or that with not a drop of sweat included and always with a smile on your face, and kept on talking or watching you with starry eyes while you were busy on your duties around the room.

Then, it happens.

It's one of those days Mac feels in enough force to take a small walk around with the help of the crutches; it's early morning, you are nowhere to be found, presumably asleep like many of the other objects, and they are too bored to stay sit and wait for someone to come. What a better day to sneak into the kitchen and chat with the gang there, or to play something with Connie while listening to Keyes performing?

But they don't manage to reach the kitchen, or Connie. Maybe their feet fail them, maybe they don't coordinate the movements of the crutches with the legs...

... But, all of sudden, the floor is approaching fast. Really, reallyyyy fast. Too much to allow them to process what's going on and react.

Then, a pair of hands grabs them and stops the falling - and the ruin that would come after -, and Mac finds themselves with the head nearer to the ceiling than the ground... in your arms.

For the first time, they see you heavily breathing, lips parted in a silent scream; a moment of silence stretches between you two, eyes locked, their hands clutching your shoulders and yours slightly trembling - not for the physical effort... but for the terror of what could have happened.

"... Are you fine, Mac?" "AAAAAH I KNEW YOU WERE MY HERO!"

Both of you speak at the same time, different tones and reactions; then stare at each other in silence again, and a smile crosses your faces.

"... I suppose you are fine, then" you whisper, before adjusting their weight in your arms and holding them closer to your chest. "Where was my favorite genius headed? Your knight is here to serve you, Your Highness."

You manage to ease the moment cracking a joke, and Mac answers with the same tune, the falling already forgotten and left behind like a bad dream. Being in your arms heals and sends away every fear they could have from now on.

Guess what: you already were their soft weakness, but now their love for you burns even brighter, like their face when you enter the office and they are suddenly ready for a trip around the house.

You don't have to ask: their arms are stretched out for you the moment you step in... and how can you not melt at the sight of their adorable, giant smile and puppy eyes as they wait for you to lift them? It's a pull too irresistible, you must give in.

"Yeeessss! Princess carrying!!!"

They simply love the sensation of having their feet free to move, their arms wrapped around your neck and their giggle audible from miles away; their speech increases in speed by how excited they get - to stay with you, to be seen with you, for everything -, and they have the moment of their life everytime they can hear your heartbeat under the fingers. In exchange, the softness and heat of their body is almost additing, dangerous...

"What about a tour in your private rooms... for scientific purposes, of course!"

However, when you are carrying them around for some time, Mac genuinely asks if you want to rest a bit. You proved yourself more than worthy of their praise, no need to hurt yourself for them!

For this, when you are taking somewhere not only them, but also their wheelchair, they don't stop a second in asking if you are fine, if you need to take a moment of rest, if your arms hurt and so on.

You called it upon yourself, but let's be honest here, nobody thinks you will complain that much.

And when you help them return to and sit on their wheelchair, it’s another chapter of your day together: the moment when they put on their glasses and start an invisible engine with their voice, and you run and push the entire wheelchair (and them) on the circuit of your own house, much to Mac unadulterated joy and among the baffled stares and comments of the other Dateables.

Guess who is scolded by both Celia and Dorian, after.

It doesn't stop anything.

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Happy birthday to our favorite Dadzawa 🎉

Redraw of a ~2 years ago fanart I did, It was so much fun redoing it after all this time !

I do hope y’all like this new version as much I do 😅

[pls, do not repost my art on any other plateforms ;;]

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ'ꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇ - ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴀ

❁ Avengers

Italian Love Lesson - Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

❁ Golden Kamui

Kirawus + Kadokura + You

❁ Don't Eat The Cashier

I Put A Spell On You - David Rivera x Reader

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Can I have some HCs on Eddie and Volt relationship? 💡

Of course, here we are! Taking something from the canon too!

ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

Let's start saying Eddie didn't expect for Volt to turn out like this. Yes, maybe more cheerful, more outstanding than him, without his insecurities and (what he thinks are) flaws... but this much? Well, it was a surprise. Not a bad one though, just... wow.

And no matter what, a part of Eddie will always think Volt is like a better version of him - and someone he must protect with every single spark of energy in his body. Every last thought of the day is for him, every gaze full of poorly-concealed affection for him, even a lot of his dreams involve Volt. And the night flies away calmer and sweeter every time it happens.

For Volt, however, is the opposite: between them, Eddie is the one who deserves all the praise and admiration, and doesn't hide it, much to the latter's huffs and flustered reactions (more than once, to hide how his ego likes the whole situation). There is no way, and never will be, to tell who holds the other in higher consideration.

The embodiment of connection, on a physical and spiritual level: when something happens and the mood of one of them drops or raises, the other feels the change in the heart; the same situation when one hurts himself while working, or feels fatigued/full of energies. So there is no need to guess how the day is going for the other half: they already know everything.

From time to time they can be found in the middle of a disagreement, often, but not only, on the workaholic tendencies of Eddie; but it never evolves in a fight or quarrel, because they have their own ways to find a compromise and stop before things could become irreparable. They matter so much to each other the thought of parting ways never crosses their minds, nor could they bear or allow to be divided from one another. The terror they feel at the pure mention of it is utter and real.

They both can pretty accept bad and futile criticism about themselves: Volt reacts with a smile and a sarcastic comment, or by ignoring the whole speech, while Eddie gives the silent treatment or gently invites the other to f*ck off, or, like Volt, pretends they don't exist. But if the target of the whole criticism is the companion... run. Run for your life. Take cover and pray the lightning won't find you. And be ready to work very, very hard if you want to mend your relationship with them, after.

Touching lighter territories, how do they show affection for each other? Eddie chooses actions, while Volt has no preference and goes both for words and actions.

So, Eddie loves to keep a silent watch over Volt and his needs, like saving a drink for him, so during the breaks between a performance and another the club master doesn't have to wait a second before a good sip and a moment of breath; taking care of noisy, drunk or unwanted visitors without disturbing Volt and his work; or cooking something for him, no matter how busy he is, to make the latter's day easier.

But not breakfast: it falls under Volt's realm, the one who wakes up first. He doesn't forget his usual elegance, putting a flower and a romantic quote - or a poem written by him - on Eddie's plate while he's setting the table, and then going to wake up the sleeping beauty with a kiss and some cuddles.

If he has to, Volt gladly picks Eddie up in his arms and carries him in the kitchen: not in a blink of an eye, but taking his time in savoring the perfect, sweet weight of the companion's body, and chuckling while the other grumbles and protests.

This; and the last drink, and dance, is all for Eddie. Sensual, calm jazz music filling the club, the lights soft and discreet on their heads, bodies moving together following the slow, intense rhythm of their sensations. A moment only for them, far away from every judgement and comment. Just them, as a whole.

A secret for both: Eddie has tried to draw Volt as one of the statues he has seen in a book of Artt, and still has the sketches somewhere, too shy to show them and ready to fight monsters to protect them; Volt, instead, has considered more than once to write spicy fics involving two characters clearly based on him and Eddie, and to ask Lyric to publish them after.

Funny hc (and a cute reference for who knows what I'm talking about lol): one of their first... dates? once realized takes place in an aquarium. It's an idea coming from Volt, and Eddie agrees without any complaint. They have a great day, letting their minds free to chase the wonderful creatures they see and falling prisoners of a long, stunned silence while staring at them. They only gasp and share a smile before the moral eels... but they don't know why. It's just a sensation... or maybe not?

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ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

You and your lover, and a whole night to dance away.

Inspired by a wonderful art exibition on Jack Vettriano.

NOTE: I could not decide the characters and the fandom for this, so I tried something different and did a multifandom thing (with different vibes, probably). Find your favorite and enjoy!

DIVUS CREWEL

"I'm sure the painting won't go anywhere, Y/N."

More than an hour passed, judging by how the sky is silky black and the city lights pour into the room, and only now you realize you are not alone anymore - or better saying: you and the painting are not alone anymore. No more dances in your head, wonders of romantic bridges under the moonlight or dance halls where to move and fly in the most beautiful clothes ever seen. No more sighing of awe.

Then you turn your head, not without slight annoyance for the interruption of your tetè a tetè with the artwork and the dreams it weaved; but the elegant silhouette of Divus, languidly sit on the armchair on the opposite side of the room, makes all your words vanish. His pointer turns in your direction without any haste, and his elongated, narrowed eyes don't lose track of your actions. He has the same look he uses for his pupils, softened by the affection he feels for you. "... Did you suddenly remember how to breathe, my dear?"

You grin at his words, then feign impatience while returning to admire the painting. "... I was having a great moment with this masterpiece, you know. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for having brought it here."

"I knew it'd be my ruin..." Crewel comments in a whisper, before sighing and adjusting his already perfect hair. "A damnation for my personal, sweet damnation..."

You grin, still not looking at him. The painted figures of two dancers, caught under a single light but with the faces and half of their bodies protected by each other's embrace and the warm red color that fades into purple and black, seem to move before your eyes under the spell of a music only they can hear; even more when Divus leaves the armchair and comes by your side, and his scent grazes your skin.

"Maybe putting on the best jazz you have and dancing with me will help your situation... this would be a nice way to make up for what you did - of course, all night long."

Maybe it's the entire atmosphere you contributed to fill the room with, or maybe your words are made of pure velvet and lace you and him in a promise of seduction and whispers; but for once, Divus doesn't have anything sarcastic to say, and a wave of jazz noir starts filling the room with strings of lights and shadows.

Far away the young minds he is shaping, the troubles and fights at school, far away the world; one of his hands is more than ready to meet your back, as much as yours to find his shoulder, while the others become ones, fingers intertwined and eyes locked together. The piano and sax's slow and warm notes lead you in the sea of dance, and nothing else matters in the night that walks away on cat's steps.

DAVID RIVERA

Warnings: slight mention of death, vampirism, sucking, blood

"... So this is why you want to learn how to play sax, eh?"

You are not looking at David at the moment, but can easily see his expression by the amusement in his voice; and when you turn, following the rhythm of the jazz music - and of the dance you are performing -, you can confirm that yes, your vampire boyfriend is actually staring at you with his arms crossed on the chest and a huge grin in the face, so genuine he even reaches his pale eyes.

This is another moment of the uncommon story you are living with David: a stream of unusual days and memorable conversations about everything, a lot of revelations and memories to create together... and the fact he didn't turn you into a vampire.

Not yet.

Maybe not until now.

It was his choice to put on one of your jazz disks: he found it while buzzling around your things and observing you going through your duties in your house, and for once, after having read the label, he kept himself silent, letting the music talk. A gold choice, since it seems David is having a greater time than you by just observing you bumping against the furniture at every step and moving in your own way - even if in public you would gain more than a puzzled glance.

But what about taking a step further?

David rolls his eyes and huffs when you stop and reach out your hand for him, in a silent and implied request to join you; the vampire makes another face when you chuckle, but doesn't look at your until your tongue calls his name in the sweetest tone, keeping every letter on your lips and savoring them before letting them free. You have his attention immediately, but still some more work to do to make him give up.

"I swear, this time I will bite you and suck every single drop of your crazy blood" he eventually mutters while you teach him to adjust his feet and where to put his hands on you, "hoping it will worth this torture, or I will chase you everywhere."

"I'll spare the comments on how deadly funny you are" you reply, taking his hand into yours and trying to not shiver at the coldness biting your palm, "and instead... may I have this dance?"

"Yes, I'll definitely bite you. Count your last moments, pretty face, see you on the side of the undead ones."

It sounds somehow... peaceful on his tongue. As if it were a reward, a land waiting for you from a long time. Something that ceased to scare you.

For now, you still enjoy the warmth and softness of your body pressed against the icy, stone-strong one of David; the intimacy of your chin slightly raised so you can feel your throat brushing against his collarbones, and the slow, sweet rhythm of the song that makes both of you rolling as if a calm sea were embracing you.

A soft, almost unaudible moan escapes you when his lips touch your exposed neck, but not a single bite follows: maybe it's only the start of the show, maybe David is already sucking your mortal life away, but you are not feeling anything else than the pleasure of his mouth on your skin; and this is fine like this.

You would not run away from there... not now, not ever.

HANK MCCOY

Clear night sky bejeweled by pearls of stars, lingering scent of the last rain, and jazz music flowing from every corner.

The memories of the art exhibition seen some hours before, a peaceful walk under a crescent moon, and a sweet tune rolling around your mind and tongue, following you even inside the walls of your home...

A home where a soft light comes from under the door of your bedroom, and paints every step of the stairs in a soft glow that smells of comfort, cuddles and tenderness.

It's no time to sleep now: the night can only continue, since he's here.

You take your sweet time taking every step higher and higher, you don't want to rush anything - even if you cannot wait - and taste the expectation, the moment before opening the door and welcoming the happiness; but the right instant you clearly hear the music coming to graze your clothes, you forget every restraint and run into the bedroom with little to none elegance.

You cannot tell who laughs first: if you, or the huge, blue, gentle looking man who sits on the edge of your bed and has still one of your books in his lap; for sure, you are the one who doesn't waste any second in throwing yourself into his open arms, and he takes even less in hugging you and sinking one of his hands in your hair, stroking it with that love and care you know so well.

"Look who's there! And I thought the best thing happened to me today was that art exhibition... guess you never cease to surprise me, Professor Henry McCoy! And please, don't stop..."

Hank chuckles again, showing his fangs, and softly strokes your cheeks with a clawed finger. "What can I say, my flower? To always surprise and please you is another one of my gifts" is the reply you have, then he taps your nose and holds you even tighter against his chest, savoring the simple, deep pleasure of having you in his arms and seeing your smile, no futile words needed.

The music changes in that exact moment, the unmistakable tone of a sax filling the room and locking your gazes in what reveals itself to be your favorite song.

"... Is my beloved one ready to follow me in a dance, or do I have to repeat the song again and again till he finds the energy to bear with me?"

"And who says you will not be the one asking for a break after the first steps? Due to my experiments and deduction, I can say with enough confidence I have enough energy for both of us, even now."

You immediately put the hands on his pectorals and push yourself away just a bit, to look at him with feigned skepticism and a half grin. "Hmmm... if you tell so... but I think I need some proof from my favorite genius. Who knows, even he could make mistakes, somehow..."

Hank adjusts the glasses on his nose and grins back at you, following you in your play and grabbing you by the waist to put you standing on the bed. When he does the same and you throw your arms around his neck and let his strong arms lift you till you are at the same face level, you abandon yourselves to the rhythm, the smooth, silken notes running down your skin in gloved shivers, mouths not able to stay far away for long and not ashamed to give in their desire on each other's flesh.

The spell is cast on both, no hope to step back and save yourselves; and there is no will to.

Only a sweet, sweet night to live; sunrise can wait.

Possibly, forever.

Thank you @xreaderdumpster for the hc of Hank loving jazz!

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Being Hank's partner would include...

Obviously a huge nerd so he will info dump every chance he can. About the book he’s reading, about the ins and outs of sentinel technology, anything. It’s very endearing to you and it’s nice he’s so passionate. 

But equally, he loves hearing you being passionate about things too! No matter what it is you are passionate about, he will always be a willing and listening ear. Even if it’s something he has very little actual interest in. Expect him to ask plenty of questions too!

Hank gives me the vibe that he’s not dated much. Like not gotten much physical experience in the department despite his understanding of how love and relationships work. Please be gentle with him! 

I feel that, despite not having much experience, he definitely would have a soft spot for classical romance novels (think Pride and Prejudice). He dreams of a relationship fuelled by soft glances and tender brushes of the hands. “My dear, would it be forward of me to ask to kiss you?” 

Hank worries about being with you due to his appearance. A great big blue furry beast like him with someone as soft and human looking as you. But you see past his looks. And he will always cherish you for that. 

Always ensures you get the medical treatment you need, sometimes even over compensating slightly. Hank just wants to be absolutely positively sure his beloved is ok. He knows it’s irrational to put a gauze over a small knee scrape but he cares about you!! 

Pray you have a big enough bed to accommodate his size as well as you. He will cling to you in your sleep. You’ll end up waking up to the equivalent of the world’s biggest hot water bottle. 

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PERFECTION. MASTERPIECE.

It made my day.

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So, you are telling me that in a game (the title is "Don't eat the cashier", for anyone interested!) based on flirting and having potential dates and life long love stories with "monsters", I cannot have a romance with a WEREWOLF??? A SWEET GOOD BOY LIKE THIS???

Ah, the disappointment (/j).

Anyway, watch me fall in love with David because yes. This vampire has the sharp tongue and the soft side I am weak for. No way I would survive him (in a good way).

So yeah, here we are. Again.

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ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where you fall asleep in the boys' (or dads') bed for the first time since you have met them, and they were not expecting it.

The post is a reprise of this, but with my favorite side characters.

NOTES: you two are romantically involved already; and with Crewel, Trein and Honest, reader is supposed to be an adult.

DIVUS CREWEL

He glares at you from his immaculate desk, then leaves the spot without a sound to approach the bed and stare at your peaceful face - at least, at the half of it emerging from under the fur blankets.

His hands on the hips and the lips in a straight line of disapproval and scolding, the professor doesn't wake you up, just narrows his eyes when you snore too loudly and shakes the head at noticing the mess you have made of his always-so-perfect bed. Such a bratty pup...

"Well, dear, tomorrow I will have to take care of your insolence properly" Crewel mutters with no real bite in his words, adjusting the blankets in quick but delicate moves and making himself sure you will be warm and cozy all night long, "so, better for you to be rested and ready to keep up with the training."

He doesn't forget to softly kiss your eyelids before leaving you to your slumber; but don't think he won't forgive your lack of elegance in your sleep positions.

He will never.

MOZUS TREIN

How did it happen?

Yes, you and Mozus are in a relationship from more than some time, now, and really happy together; and even if a part of his heart will always ache and feel the void left by his wife's death, you are the second opportunity and blessing love and life gave him, and being with you is so easy... for this, he should not be so embarrassed and surprised of seeing you asleep in his bed, even more because you both are adults.

But, yes, how did it happen?

It leaves a strange taste in his mouth: not bitter, but filled in melancholy and relief at the same time. Of things lost a long time ago, and found again. The same taste someone could feel when life starts making things right and repairing the damage it did.

And even if it's only a start... it's already something. Something important, something to protect. Something beautiful, almost as much as your serene smile half buried against his pillow.

Mozus doesn't join you in the bed, tonight is not made for him to sleep: he has a lot to think about, and to live. So, he quietly sits on the armchair next to the bed and watches the stars borning and fading in the quiet black, leaving his space on the bed to Lucius (who doesn't lose a single moment before curling against your side and purring in satisfaction).

For tonight, it goes like this. And what will follow, it's all yours to dance.

HONEST FELLOW

"Uh? Who told you my bed was free? What a greedy soul..."

Fellow's voice manages to shake you just for a moment, but doesn't break your sleep; you mumble something incoherent, followed by a giggle coming from whatever world you are dreaming of, and turn onto your other side. Not a single bother for the actions and the presence of the beast man standing next to the bed, staring at you in disbelief.

He was expecting everything from your strange disappearance during the evening; everything, but not to find you under his blankets, arms and legs sprawled like a baby, snoring with the same peace of an angel. The last place Honest thought your always tidy, composed and perfect self would have enjoyed is this... but he's not that annoyed by the fact.

The opposite.

"... You know what? Fine. Stay. But don't think I'll sleep on the floor, not even for you, pretty head."

With his usual theatrical manners, the fox moves away the blankets to enter the bed, still careful to not wake you up - he doesn't want to hear you grumbling and scolding him, just for this and nothing else eh -, and gently makes some room for himself by taking you in his arms. A proud half grin crosses his face when you put the head on his chest and sink the fingers in his long hair, and he comments on how romantic and sweet you are in your sleep; even if he's the first who strokes your nape and cheeks with his fingertips or the back of the hand, and leaves the most of the blankets to you.

He takes his time before closing his eyes and surrender to the gentle darkness of rest: sleep eludes him, pushed away by the memory of all the nights he spent alone or in the cold with Gidel, not a single act of kindness under the unmoved moon, and by your own body next to him, holding him tightly and keeping on smiling in your wonderful dreams.

Maybe Honest could dare to hope he's in them too; because you definitely are in his. And everything is always better with you around.

SKULLY J. GRAVES

"... Oh my... my... is it happening for real?"

Skully doesn't believe his eyes: you, sleeping so calmly and soundly in his bed? Not a care in the world, just... this?

The boy goes around the room, careful to not make a sound, watching you from every angle, his mind not able to fully realize this moment is real: maybe because he always dreamed of it without daring to ask you openly, labelling it as a mere hope... maybe because he never felt himself worth of this.

But now that it's happening? He doesn't know how to react.

He only knows he will let you sleep to your heart's content, leaving the entire bed to you, sacrificing his own rest to not bother yours. He's more than happy like this, the sight of you hugging his pillow is enough to bring a smile on his face in the next months, if not years.

For this, when he approaches the bed to adjust the blankets around your shoulders and you whisper his name, he doesn't hear it at first; but as soon as your hands find his fingers and squeeze them, refusing to let them go, Skully stops; and for the first time, he seriously considers the idea of joining you.

The moment you call his name again, lost in your dreams but somehow still vigil, the gears start turning; and eventually the boy enters the bed, laying down stiff like a mummy to not take your space, and becoming even stiffer when you forget his pillow to hold him instead, cheek pressed against his and your nose buried in his soft hair.

Skully doesn't sleep a single wink all night long, and still he's the happiest soul around in hundred miles range.

Please, take away all his sleep, but never let him go.

CHENYA

"... Uh? What an interesting surprrrrrise..."

Chenya is so used to be the one who sleeps and plays into your bed while you are busy with life, that the other way around is a huge news for him; not that he dislikes it - it only means he has a new pillow (his favorite in no time) for tonight and, he hopes, maybe even for the ones to come.

So, without losing even an inch of his adorable attitude or smile and approaching you nonchalantly, your beloved cat climbs on the bed and curls by your side, gently pushing and shaking your arm with the nose to make you hug him and letting go a contented sigh when you stroke his ears and hair while still sleeping.

Chenya falls in a slumber deeper than yours in any case, and the next morning you are the first to wake up with him still pressed against your body and refusing to get up. You are so soft, it would be a crime not basking and dreaming in your warmth for another hour... or maybe half a day.

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ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀᴇ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where you try on your bathing suit without expecting too much by your self esteem... but the boys think otherwise.

⚠️ WARNINGS: Can be suggestive! ⚠️

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

As soon as he notices you are in the room and what you are doing - the mirror tells every truth he needs to know -, Riddle steps back and politely clears his throat, making his presence known. The last he wants is to peep at you like a creep and disrespect you so horribly.

You didn't expect anyone, so the door was not shut closed; but he doesn't call you out for it, and instead patiently waits for you to come and greet him.

The housewarden immediately notices your embarrassed stare and the fact you wore the first thing you found around to cover the bathing suit; and his always severe stare softens a little while he replies to your hello and states the purpose of his visit.

However, the boy doesn't leave quickly; and when he turns to go for his duties, Riddle suddenly stops and gives you another look. "... You should not be ashamed of yourself like this, Y/N. You are very graceful in that bathing suit, it seems made for you. So take some courage, you look great in it."

Who knows if he said so to see the blush creeping on your cheeks, or because he really thinks so - or maybe both; but the warm, wonderful sensation his words leave on your skin are more than real.

As real as his polite, but genuine and interested smile as soon as he sees you again in this attire... but this time, in his room.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"..."

The prince stares at you, chained to a moment of pure disbelief, when he has a glance of you trying on your bathing suit, unaware of his eyes and sheltered by the walls of your room - but not by that treacherous door not completely closed; he remedies at the thing by silently shutting it himself (from the outside), before taking the first breath after... how much time?

The vision of you like that stays with him all day and night long: he cannot push away the images of your beautiful body hugged in all the right points by the fabric, your curves enhanced with elegance, a subtle, alluring play of lights of shadows on your skin whenever you moved around to interrogate your reflection. But what bothers him more, the real torment, is your sigh of defeat and the embarrassed chuckle you let out when your reflection answered, and the way you looked away - you were not happy with what you saw.

And this makes him angry and restless, so annoyed his growling can be heard outside of his room and manages to scare even some of the innocent students of his dorm. Poor babies.

Of course, you are completely oblivious of what's happening, but not for too much: the morning after, Leona goes looking for you, and when he finds your face among the chaos of the other students...

... There are no words of explanation when he lifts you on his shoulder and takes you away with him in the shocked silence of every soul here gathered, you included; there are no answers to your flustered questions and the confused stares of students and professors who meet you in the hallways, not a single sound until the lion reaches your room, puts you down and motions you to enter.

The firm thud of the door being closed behind you is enough to make a shiver run down your spine, but not as intense as the stare of Leona, not leaving your eyes for a long, long time.

"... So, herbivore, do I have to punch that stupid mirror for you, or will you do it for me instead?"

... What?

"Come on, go ahead. I'll wait and watch. Do it, and don't you dare to think so poorly of yourself ever again. And wear that bathing suit, you look..." Silence; and for the first time, there's a crack in the prince's voice. Just for a single moment, but enough to shout the truth. "... You look good in it."

Well, that was really, really intense.

FELLOW HONEST

Fellow passes by the hallway and past your room, casting a glance inside through the open door before moving for his duties...

... But, somehow, you clearly hear the moment the beast man stops in his tracks and comes back in a hurry, and you turn to see his astonished face staring at you from the threshold, lips half parted in utter, admired silence.

That's new, since Honest has always something to say, no matter what. And you don't even try to hide your attire - only yourself from the reflection the mirror is giving back. "... Honest, pull yourself together, I'm not such a show..."

"Are you kidding??? Sweetheart, I keep telling you modesty is an overstated virtue and I mean it, because sometimes you have to raise that pretty chin of yours and walk as if you were a living goddess... as you are right now."

You don't have the time to roll your eyes, because Honest reaches you in two steps and checks your waist and hips, as if to assure himself your curves are all here and none of them is missing to the count. His warm breath hovering over your shoulders and collarbones is a shelter you throw yourself in, especially now you struggle to feel the same awe for your body that your partner shows.

But since Honest knows you well enough to sense every time you feel down, his ears twitch and his sharp orange eyes chain yours, to not leave them any chance to escape. The flash of worry in the fox's look makes you sadder than you want to admit. "... What's happening? Don't tell me you are not seeing how beautiful you are in it..."

You sigh, shaking your head. "No need to butter me up, Honest. I see by myself I'm not made for this bathing suit... not anymore. I have to buy another one, one that I'll fit mo-"

In response, Fellow squeezes your hips so quickly you have only the time to squeal and his touch is gone, and you are left all crimson red. "That-that was... hey!" This time you almost manage to stop the hands of your man, but you cannot really fight against his skills, and in a matter of seconds you find yourself turned toward the mirror, one hand of the beast man stroking your cheeks and the other arm wrapped around your waist, while his head is on top of yours. The mischievous light in his eyes whispers to you he's going to do something tricky and unexpected, and you cannot fight it.

"So... for tonight's show, we'll work on your self esteem. Our dear Gidel is sleeping soundly, it's his day off after all, so what about being a good girl and not causing a mess over nothing?"

"You criminal..."

Fellow moves his attention on your ear and leaves a theatrical kiss on the shell, then chuckles softly. "Guilty as charged, milady. But, tonight, for a good cause... the princess here needs to open her eyes and see the truth. Sometimes, it likes to hide for a while..."

Your answer is silenced by the feeling of a finger slipping under the fabric pressing your left thigh and rubbing slowly circles on your flesh, and to let out a soft moan when Honest pinches it.

"Let's teach this unruled mirror a good lesson, dear. It's lying to you and you are falling for it, so it's my duty to bring you back on the right path. What do you say... will you allow me to?"

You stare at the mirror in front of you, at the image it's reflecting... and for the first time in this day, you start to like what you're seeing. And you can make it even hotter...

You see Fellow grinning in satisfaction when you take his hands into yours and guide them where you want the most, letting them sink as they please in the hollow of your sides and in between your breasts, and then follow their roundness to stop on the already hardened nipples.

"See? It's a whole different reality, right, my dear?"

Yes. You can totally, and proudly, say it. And you can play more on the situation. "... I still believe I'm better without this bathing suit, you know..."

"Say no more! Your savior is there⁓ but don't come crying to me if you don't have a bathing suit anymore, after..."

SKULLY J. GRAVES

"... O my gracious, why spoiling me so deeply? Is today a special occasion I've lost memory of?"

You've never seen Skully with such a wide smile as right now while he's staring at you in your bathing suit, his hands covering his cheeks and still failing to hide the blush covering them. The usual kiss on your lips and hands takes not even a moment to arrive, but today the hands of your lover linger more on your arms and back, as if he'd never known before the sensation of your naked skin under his fingers.

The way his gaze runs over your body, always respectful but clearly curious, confirms the story. "Yes, you are supreme in this attire!... A bit too colorful for my personal taste, but on you it can be qualified as a supreme piece of art! Can I ask you... why did you choose to show it only today?"

"It's an old bathing suit I bought years ago... I don't fit it that well anymore, plus. But I appreciate your kindness, sweetie, you are always so gentle..."

Skully gulps and his eyes widen comically under the obsidian black lens of his glasses, then he tilts the head by the side. "... You don't fit it, you say? Strange... it's a vision of wonder on you. I mean it!"

You smile and take his hands into yours, squeezing them to calm him down. "I know, I know! But... let's be honest, I have... better clothes and attire to show."

Skully gives you a doubtful glance, then shakes his head. His fingers gently graze the fabric of the bathing suit in long, slow movements, then take it with more determination, assessing the texture, checking the softness and the depth of the color. "No, I don't think so. Your skin glows in it and your flesh fills in perfectly.... I love it! And I love you in it!"

It's impossible to stay serious and gloomy, not with Skully around. And even if you still have your own reservations, you cannot help seeing yourself more through Skully's enamored eyes.

Like always.

[cloud-ette]

Hello miss! May I ask for Hector or Freddy with a S/O in love with their hair/beard/body hair? Please say yes.

MY MY MY you are spoiling me rotten with this! Hector and FREDDY?? You really live in my mind. Seriously, Anon, you deserve a forehead kiss for this. Thank you, a million times.

ᴛʜʀɪᴠɪɴɢ, ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ, ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ - ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

HECTOR

Hector never thought he was able to inspire love in you: relief from a rough, long day spent in the heat or the cold; joy and gratitude sensing that gentle flow of air in your strands, yes... but love and affection are a whole different thing. Something he didn't feel to deserve that much, neither, and only hopelessly imagined.

So everything, literally everything from the first moment you whisper "I love you" on his lips and it's clear you mean it, is a surprise and a gentle conquest.

The veneration you have for his curls and body hair is one of the most intense of them. Hector spent hours and days marveling and chanting praises on your beautiful locks, on how they shine under the lights and glow in color at every movement of your head, and he never suspected you could have felt the same for his, one day...

But the opposite happened, and now he's the main protagonist of the story, and not only the other way around.

It doesn't mean he hates it: every time you sink the fingers on his curls, make them bounce on your palms or curl them around your fingers and then let them return in position, Hector melts in a mess of blush, smiles and soft, embarrassed chuckles that simply push you to keep going on and tease him a little more. Words lack to express what he feels, his romantic tongue unable to articulate anything other than incoherent sounds of pure bliss.

It's that light in your eyes when you play with his hair; the moment of stillness and expectation before your lovely touch reaches his head and gives birth to a kaleidoscope of wonderful sensations; the concentration or awe on your face as you stroke and caress, and reduce Hector on his knees like the kindest and less merciful of the deities.

If his soul had physical shape, you would find the most gentle and caring way to hold it in your hands. He never had a doubt about it.

Coming to his body hair, the situation only gets hotter and more chaotic, to the point Hector cannot hold your gaze when you tease his upper lip or chin and leave a trail of kisses on them, becoming even redder if you comment on how cute he is and how you are going to give him another full set of kisses. His fantasies turn true one after the other, all thanks to you, and he needs time to fully realize it.

But don't stop your strokes! As soon as your touch fades, Hector takes your wrists and his eyes lock again with yours, his look pleading, begging for more: he relaxes and sighs in happiness only when you resume your tender ministrations, even if he's too embarrassed to admit it in words.

He will never thank you enough: for taking care, for loving him as a whole, for giving affection and attention to every spot of him. For being so soft with his hair, yes.

It's all yours to enjoy then!

FREDDY

It's not usual to make a yeti blush, the opposite; but you managed to make history, congratulations!

One glance is enough: the moment Freddy notices how you are staring at the back of his fingers while he's handing you something, not in disgust but actually with interest and a slight blush on your adorable cheeks, a curious thought crosses his mind; it flies away in a flash, but... it doesn't mean it cannot return.

Your fridge keeps himself silent about it, to see if that was only his imagination or a real thing; he only has to be a little patient and wait. Not that much actually.

You mention once you would like to touch his locks or stroke his beard, or you ask him how soft his chest fur is; and Freddy doesn't need any further proof about what's going on. Yep, you have a huge thing for his hair, and not enough shame to hide it.

Oh, he loves it. He loves it soooo much.

You don't deny the truth when he playfully teases you about it: it would be pointless, a loss of time... better put these moments to good use and be bold.

Freddy turns redder than you when you openly reveal you find his hair and body hair attractive and would like to feel it under your hands, but doesn't mock you or pushes you away: he's utterly delighted by your adoring voice and words, and invites you to repeat your wishes, to ask what you want - it will be given, till the last piece of it - while he leans towards you already, to lift you in his strong arms and bring you face level with him.

Soft humming of satisfaction and some low growling when you finally bury the hands on his long hair, following every strand in slow, gentle strokes, or test the thickness and softness of his beard. Freddy cannot hold back a thundering laugh at the look of marvel and joy in your face, one of his arms squeezing you tighter under the knees and the free hand gently poking and pinching your locks in return. He has a great time, as great as you, his smile mirroring yours and his huge body making you vibrate only by its proximity.

But Freddy cannot help gasping and holding his breath when your hands find the way of his chest, and your fingers grasp the fur with - not so unsuspected - curiosity, as if they were holding a plush. He does his best to not shake too much and let you enjoy the gifts coming with him as you please, but your fingers are so torturous as they move in slow, wide circles... as torturous as pleasurable, their touch warm, divine.

And when you pass the fingers on his own, delicate waves of softness on hands trained to everything else than this? Do it. Just... do it.

At some point you called it a day, since you both are too flustered to go on... for today. Tomorrow it's another question.

It quickly becomes a ritual for you: spending time together for a snack, to plan what you eat and the groceries to buy... and to give him a good stroke on his soft hair. His smile and the way his gaze softens, his large hands covering yours or caressing your head with a gentleness many would be surprised of, is a memorable sight every single time.

The next step is burying the face into his chest. But for this... well, it will be time, a lot of it, when Freddy is realized. You don't want everyone in the kitchen to see it, right?

... Just kidding, go for it. Totally.

[cloud-ette]

big brain move right there oughhh I'm not usually a fan of angst but i eat this trope uppp

Oh yeah! Not only the angst, but also that subtle erotic energy, that even light weakness for that enemy in particular, the flood of thoughts and memories fading in a stream of bitterness... it is a huge world and I love it so much. Too underrated. Yes, I am sweet, yes, I am romantic, but this trope makes my legs wobble. Aaaaa.

[helpwhat]

UGHHH YES because it could go one of two ways:

A has a soft spot for B, because A understands B better than anyone, even though A says they hate B

A has more hatred for B, because A understands B better than anyone

AND BOTH ARE GOOD

I think 1. is significantly sweeter and has more potential to have a sweet ending so I have a preference for that lol

[cloud-ette]

Exactly! To be honest, I love a middle way or a mix of the two, where there is hatred, anger and even fury, but deep in the shadows of the heart, still a spark of fondness and affection. And love, yes.

In this case I am a total mess for these endings:

1. Where the two stay together, but secretly

2. Where they simply disappear and nobody knows where they are and thinks they are d34d, and THEY DON'T.

3. The two leaving this world together in their last fight, because life means nothing without the other.

4. One of them leaving this world and the other simply following, even if they are miles or continents away, for the same reason in the point 3. I know, I love to cry.

The preference depends on my angst levels of the day.

[cloud-ette]

big brain move right there oughhh I'm not usually a fan of angst but i eat this trope uppp

Oh yeah! Not only the angst, but also that subtle erotic energy, that even light weakness for that enemy in particular, the flood of thoughts and memories fading in a stream of bitterness... it is a huge world and I love it so much. Too underrated. Yes, I am sweet, yes, I am romantic, but this trope makes my legs wobble. Aaaaa.

[stormcallart]

sad boi summer

[cloud-ette]

OH MY GABRIEL YES YES YES-

Cleo is back in her Reaper era? ALWAYS.

[distantpleiades]

favorite tropes

thanks for tagging me, @aelyosos!! 🩵

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

just gonna tag a few mutuals, but no pressure! ^^

@knightzp / @wanderer-witch / @tevinterspirit / @finwaytootired

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Aahh!! Thank you for the tag, Reap!! I love tag games like this!!

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut and fluff // canon-compliant and fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours and roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Tagging!! @i-am-so-strange @someprettyname @mininji and anyone who wants to participate!!

[kaikaikarasu]

I'm joining in :3

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Tags: @mahitotruther , @x3nafix , @helpwhat , @blue-thief + open tags!

[helpwhat]

aaah haven't been active in a while ty for the tag ish

slowburn or love at first sight (cannot decide for the life of me) // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (sue me I like both) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

tagging: @strawberry1042 @kaaaaaaai @ducksido @cloud-ette @darthvada& anyone

[cloud-ette]

Thank you sweet @helpwhat *^*

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (and what about lovers to enemies-) // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au (both is GOOD) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (I WANT ALL) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

@veethewriter @erounanuvola @blooms-secret @siriusthesleepy + who wants to join!