Mktotaku

[may-ka-art]

sketch sketch sketch

[navadraw]

"Let me breathe life into you tonight"

[tio-trile]

The pets are the best part of the game hands down

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PULLING THEIR COLLAR . . . ft. dan heng, blade, sunday, mydei, phainon

sfw, established relationship, reader is a bit mischievous and is shorter, aglaea mention in mydei’s, not proofread ﾉ pulling their collar for a closer look or kiss.

DAN HENG

nothing could never have prepared dan heng in all his life when you came up to him during one of the express’s busiest hours and with no hesitation — grabbed his collar and pressed your lips right against his.

dan heng’s eye widened as you playfully placed your index finger against his chest, a small giggle slipped through your teeth as you pulled away. a mischievous smile dancing it’s way to your lips. dan heng freezes right there, dazed and clearly not focused on earth. bright red blush creeping it’s way onto his cheeks.

your laugh breaks his flustered daze and he grows even more red, quickly facing away to avoid your eyes and especially from his companions that could soon come in any second.

“did… did you need something?” he quickly asks before fully facing the opposite direction, instead facing the blank wall.

you smile and come up to give him a back hug. “nope! just wanted a kiss but you’re just too tall.”

he sighs before giving you a small glance behind his back.

“…you could’ve just asked,” he mutters, voice barely audible, but the tips of his ears give him away more than anything else.

you nuzzle into his back with a triumphant hum. “where’s the fun in that?”

dan heng shifts slightly in place, clearly trying to will his heartbeat back to normal. after a long pause, he lets out another quiet sigh… then reaches back to gently hold your hand where it rests on his stomach.

“… next time,” he says, “warn me before you do that. or i might drop whatever i’m holding.”

your grin widens. “so you’re saying there will be a next time?”

he finally turns to face you — barely — eyes flicking down to your lips and then away just as fast.

BLADE

you’d be lying if you’d said pulling reactions out of blade wasn’t fun and most especially amusing. most of the time you fail within your attempts because all he does is stare and make you look stupid. but if you’re lucky, you’ll get a flustered look and semi-cold shoulder for one hour. you’re not much of a fan on the latter result, but it has to come if you’re getting the first one.

today you’re feeling lucky and decide to pull one of your new sneaky tricks on him. you’ll be in public for most of the day so you’re a bit doubtful that your trick will go well since blade isn’t much of a public person. especially with affection. but what’s the fun in that?

you stand near the line of your favorite bakery, waiting to be let in as the crowds seem to be packed on this saturday morning. with blade right beside you, his dark shades up and mask casting him a mysterious and nonchalant look. maybe for your next trick you act as a celebrity and he can be your bodyguard.

as the line slows down a bit due to that lack of some pastries, you decide it’s time to act.

you turn your eyes to blade whose busy reading messages from the group chat, quickly grabbing his collar of his coat then pulling his mask down enough so you can kiss, and enough where his identity is still hidden — and pulling him down for a brief kiss.

it’s hard to see his reaction with all his coverage, but you can tell that he’s caught off guard and his eyes bore into your own.

when you finally pull away, you completely freeze when you see the evident red blush coating blade’s cheeks. his mask is quickly back on and he stared through his black shades.

you blink. once. twice. did you break him?

the line moves forward, and so do you, too stunned to speak. blade doesn’t say a word either, but his posture shifts ever so slightly. rigid and slightly tense. like he’s calculating every exit point within a fifty-meter radius.

“… are you okay?” you murmur, poking his elbow just enough to get a response.

he exhales through his nose. “you’re insufferable.”

but his hand brushes against yours. and stays.

and just like that, you know your trick worked. you celebrate this in your head and remind to tell every singly person about this, you’re a devil in disguise.

you’re definitely doing it again.

SUNDAY

you stared at sunday from across the room, boredom completely engulfing you as you sat on a nearby couch. he’s briefly looking over some pictures on the wall decorated in one of the express’ rooms. you figured maybe you should join him, but you’re not all that interested in some flowers and animals.

you daydreamed long before an idea quickly popped in your head.

with no other thought and a cheshire smile, you walked over to sunday and swiftly tugged at his collar, bending him forward and staring into his eyes.

his eyebrows shot up in surprise, his lips parting slightly in confusion. he blinked at you, a confused expression his face. a faint blush crept up his cheeks as he glanced down at you.

he blinked at you for a moment, still caught in the act of trying to process what had just happened. “you’re bold, aren’t you?” his voice was low, his usual smooth confidence faltering just a bit as he straightened himself, fingers grazing the collar where you’d pulled him.

you didn’t answer immediately, instead leaning in just enough that your faces were inches apart, the space between you suddenly thick with unspoken intent. the slight blush on his cheeks deepened, and for a brief second, he seemed almost unsure of himself.

“i’m not so sure if you know what you’re doing,” sunday teased, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but there was a warmth in his eyes that wasn’t usually there. he tilted his head, lowering his voice. “but i do have to admit... i’m intrigued.”

before you could say another word, he was leaning down just slightly, as if giving you the chance to pull the collar again — but this time, with a bit of an invitation.

MYDEI

mydei is a man full of absolutely no surprises when you try to prank him in any sorts. he always knows when you’re gonna do it, how you’re gonna do it, and where you’re doing it. sometimes you think you’re too obvious with your tricks, but you end that doubt when you do a trick one time where you jumping on him atop a roof and he doesn’t even need to turn around to catch you.

seriously?

what kind of prince is he?

this time you thought you’d have a better chance if you just went up to him, instead of out of his sight.

you walked over to mydei once he was finished talking with aglaea, his eyes immensely landing in you and soon, eyes widening and pink dusting his cheeks when you pull his necklace to have him down to your height.

mydei stands strangely stiff, but a lucky sight to see him blushing and confusion in his eyes. he blinked at you, momentarily taken aback by your boldness.

“what are you doing this time?” he asks, arching his eyebrow right after he finds his composure.

you laugh when you finally part away. your first ever successful attempt of a trick, you’ll be doing that again.

“why? are you flustered?” you drag out the last word before quickly running after mydei when he gives you a deadpanned look and walks away.

PHAINON

jealousy is a disease when your lover is the most gorgeous man in all of amphoreus and the wind always carries people his way whenever you two spend time in public. unfortunately, some people are shameless and don’t have any sense of respect when seeing a man holding hands with his partner on the streets. you especially hate the ones that even have the audacity to place their hands anywhere on phainon while they flirt.

it is a bit less as annoying as phainon is a capable man and handles situations like these calmly, but you wish he could be harsher and maybe give them a piece of our mind.

so as a young lady speaks honey-coated words to phainon, you grab the leather part of his collar and pull him down for a kiss.

you hear phainon let out a small squeak of surprise and a loud gasp from the women beside him, probably opting to run away with a face full of embarrassment at what she’s seeing.

his hands instinctively catch your waist, steadying the both of you, though his lips stay frozen for a moment — caught between surprise and awe. when you finally pull away, there's the faintest flush creeping across his usually joyful face.

he stutters before completing a clearer question. “woah.” he blinks down at you, dazed, like he obviously wasn’t expecting that but is happy it happend.

you lift a brow. “what? you didn’t seem like you were doing anything to stop her.”

“i was going to,” he murmurs, sheepish now. “eventually. in a… tactful way.”

you huff, crossing your arms, though the ghost of a smile tugs at your lips. “tactful doesn’t always work when someone’s practically breathing down your neck.”

phainon leans in, and his voice lowers, laced with amusement. “so you thought kissing me senseless in the middle of the square would be more effective?”

“i think it worked well,” you say smugly, watching the last trace of the flirtatious woman vanish into the crowd, heels clacking in retreat.

“aww, were you jealousy?” he teases, pinching and pulling your cheeks.

“it worked!”

phainon laughs hard and kissed you, taking your hand back in his and walking back around. “you know i’m your’s right?”

“i do.”

[azullumi]

you're in a crisis !! the crisis being there's only one bed

content tags — featuring: hsr men (not everyone though) | fluff, whatever thing is going in on your relationship, except they have a little crush on you, kind of crack, headcanons | wc: 1.2k

jellyfish notes — guys my phatass cat wont stop hoarding the bed

Phainon is gaslighting himself into thinking that the floor looks the most comfortable even if it actually wasn’t. He absolutely thinks it’s the superior option—sure, his back will hate him tomorrow but at least his dignity remains intact. He avoids admitting that the bed is fine as if he would die the moment he utters his predicament. When you finally drag him to the mattress after what seems to be hundreds of years of insisting, he lies so rigidly he could practically become a table at this point. The barrier of a single pillow between you is a joke. He hates how hyper-aware and sensitive he can be of every shift you make, every rustle of fabric, and when morning comes, he’s a sleep-deprived mess staring at the ceiling. “This is fine. We’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

Anaxagoras sees nothing worth panicking over—he raises an eyebrow at your hesitation. “It’s just a bed,” he says, “the both of us will just sleep on it,” he says. Unless you want to complain, then you should go sleep on the couch or the floor or the bathroom even. It is as simple as that (he’s on that nonchalant sh). The problem is he hoards the blanket as if he owns it. The man literally has it trapped under his weight like a wrestler pinning an opponent and you’re left shivering with what you have, wondering why you ever trusted him.

Before you could even say anything, Mydei is already walking to the couch and flopping down on it. When asked if he’s going to sleep on the bed later, he’ll only say that it’s all yours to have. Discussion closed. If you toss a pillow at him, he’ll catch it without opening his eyes before tucking it under his head—that’s the most you’ll get from him.

You should have known what a little shit Caelus is. He'll opt for sleeping on the floor, right close to the bed where you can completely see him, even though there is a perfectly fine couch over there that is possibly more comfortable than the ground he insists on. He is committed to the bit, escalating his performance into Oscar-worthy height, sprawled all over the ground like a fallen hero in a musical. “The aching," he moans, clutching a throw pillow to his chest like a deathbed prop. “UGH, my back! If only someone is so kind as to offer me something warm… like a bed. This is not directed to you, [Name]. How could I ever be so scandalous and greedy to take something away from you.” Except he’s being scandalous. Is this his way of making you feel guilty? Yes. Is it working? Terribly so.

It’s hard to tell what Dan Heng is thinking at the moment, especially with his silence. But suddenly, he moves with the precision of a mechanical robot, prepares the bed and tells you that you’ll have it while he sleeps somewhere else. However, it takes three logical appeals—“The chair will ruin your back"—, one impulsive grab at his sleeve, and his own traitorous exhaustion before he relents and lies down. It’s a little quiet, don’t you think? Is he already asleep? Apparently not, because the ceiling looks more interesting than any kind of dream right now. Eventually, you’ll find yourself asking him random questions to which he answers anyway until you fall asleep. Dawn reveals him exactly where he started, spine straight, hands folded on his chest, as if he’s some kind of a display. The only evidence he ever moved at all is the blanket now tucked over your shoulders.

Jing Yuan finds some kind of delight or entertainment in this situation. He’s having way too much fun with this, so much so that he teases you so much and you have to smack him repeatedly until he stops—he doesn’t though, and you’re so close to just grabbing his lips with your hand. Grinning, he’ll say: “But why would I sleep on the couch? There’s a bed over there.” or something like, “Oh, you’re sure you don’t want to share?”. In the end, you cannot completely win against him so the two of you end up in the same space, only a few inches apart because as fate would have it, there’s only one pillow too.

Give Sunday a moment to just process and look if there are any other beds in the room. When he finally realizes there’s one and nothing else, yeahhh… flustered at the thought of being on the same bed as you? Maybe, but he still tries to be a gentleman and offers for you to take the bed’s comfort and he’ll look for something to work with for his sleep. He is just so close to cracking—his princely composure fading into nothing as he debates the ethics of sharing versus his very obvious crush. "Perhaps… if we both face opposite walls?" he suggests weakly, like that’ll somehow erase the tension. When you finally tug him onto the bed, he lies so still you’d think he’s in a coffin, hands clasped over his chest like a vampire praying for restraint.

Yeah, you and Boothill are sharing that bed despite you insisting that the two of you would not fit in it. You have no choice at all. And somehow, your crisis went from where to sleep to how to sleep because he moves a lot like he’s in some kind of boxing competition in his dreams. He is a one-man apocalypse—he is both the zombie and the survivor, flipping, rolling, and doing everything but not giving you peace. You ended up kicking him out of frustration, perhaps a little too hard because he nearly fell to the ground—-amazingly, he didn’t wake up. Annoyingly, he just comes back like a boomerang and by morning, you’re a shell of a person, while he stretches like he had the best sleep in his entire life.

That is no problem at all because Blade does not fucking sleep. Somehow, that stresses you out.

Dr. Ratio would sigh and ask whether you prefer the bed, the floor, or the couch (if there is any). Whatever you choose, you’re sleeping there, although it seems kind of stupid to give you the illusion of choice because he’ll scold you if you choose anything else other than the bed. Say what? You’re choosing the couch? Okay, have fun sleeping on the bed. Unbelievable, he has logicked you into submission. And when words fail and you still protest, he lifts you like a misbehaving kitten and drops you onto the mattress (those muscles are not just for display). "Go to sleep," he commands, looming over you like a crazed professor.

With the ever-loving gentleman Argenti, you’re always taken care of and considered by him. He is just insufferably chivalrous. "A flower as delicate as you deserves the finest rest," he’ll say, gesturing to the bed like it’s a throne. He’s draping you in blankets, tucking you under them like you’re some kind of fragile artifact, then afterwards, he prepares to rest on a single-cushioned chair. He will not be swayed no matter what you say, so just go sleep and don’t worry about him.

One bed? No worries, Aventurine will just get another room for himself. No room either? Guess, you’re stuck with him now. “What’s the harm in sharing, friend?” What you imagined to be a night of fine wine and dinner ends up in a mess of pillow-fighting after you threw one directly on his face, to which he retaliated, and you, too, also retaliated until it ended into this chaos. Finally, when you grudgingly settle in and resigned to your fate, lounging on your side of the bed, you fall asleep to the sound of his laugh and his whispered words of goodnight. You’ll wake up baffled, however, as you see him curled on the couch, one arm dangling off, having silently relocated sometime in the night. The audacity of this man to play chivalrous after wrecking the room.

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[stupidneko]

i missed them...

[anantaru]

w. mydei is obsessed with your tits, fem! reader

thinking about mydei being obsessed with your tits— in fact, he doesn't ultimately know if he prefers your pretty breasts or plump ass, yet there was something undeniably intimate about how well they fit between his lips.

he likes lapping at them, moistening up your nipples with his saliva before slanting down to suck on them harshly, his excess spit oozing from the corners of his mouth before he looks up at you through a tears-stricken expression, never breaking the lip lock on your tits.

the comforting warmth of his breathing vanishes as his lips withdraw at last with a lewd pop, leaving only the ghost of contact behind— now, only absence remains, your body aching and desiring for him, "c’mon now love, tell me to touch you," he adds between teasing kisses on your erect nipple, a pause lingering between you, stretching thin like a thread on the verge of snapping.

there was something almost cruel in the way he waited for you to say something, in the way his eyes flicker with the unspoken question he refused to voice himself. the space where his lips were once attached at cry out in desperate absence, although he will not bridge the distance— not yet, don't be greedy, since, well, mydei wants the words from you, wants to hear the admission spill from your own slacked mouth, as if only then will he grant what was, for a fleeting moment, already yours.

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

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How do you think Sunday would react to a reader laying a kiss on his cheek and little wings?

Sunday’s wings are the most sensitive part of his body, so much so that even the slightest of touches has this control freak left a little flustered and trying to regain composure.

No one else knew this little secret until you.

So imagine Sunday’s surprise as you use this knowledge to your advantage by pressing a seemingly innocent kiss to the feathery tips of his wings and his body immeditly went rigid on the spot.

His eyes -though it wasn’t blatantly noticeable- widened as the muscles in his upper body collectively tensed, almost as though they weren’t use to experiencing such soft affection from anyone.

‘My dearest,’ you hear Sunday ask as though he was struggling to catch his breath, ‘what was that about?’ You merely shrugged, faking ignorance. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about my angel. Am I not aloud to show you affection?’

Sunday wanted to scoff at this but he was still fighting off the lingering effects from your kiss to his wings. ‘You know what I’m talking about.’ He said as he loomed over you, but you felt not an ounce of intimidation when you could clearly mark out the faint blush dusting his cheeks.

‘I’m not sure I do.’ You replied, smiling and Sunday was quick to grab you by the wrists and pulled you in close, chest pressed to chest and nose touching nose, causing you to be taken aback by his suddenness. ‘Yes you do my love, for if you truly didn’t know, you wouldn’t be smiling as you are right now. Would you?’ Sunday says, tightening his hold.

‘True but I just wanted to see whether it was true.’ You hummed.

‘Were my words not enough to be believed that you decided to take things into your own hands to see if it was true?’ He asks maintaining eye contact as he rubbed patterns into your sides.

‘I just wanted to see how’d you react if someone were to touch your wings.’ You replied, quickly kissing his cheek and pulling away to witness the look upon Sunday’s face, as a sense of pride took over you in knowing that you were the one to possibly see Sunday so at a loss.

However that wouldn’t last forever as Sunday then backed you into the nearest wall, making sure to cut off any chance of you escaping him after teasing him and acting coy. Your surprised look in that moment tickled Sunday link as he chuckled, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

‘Is this the reaction that you were hoping my dear? Or were you expecting more?’ He asks, awaiting your responses but in that moment, you have never felt more speechless in your entire life.

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haii! :33

can i request boothill and argenti (seperately) with a shy gn!reader who gets flustered easily? whether it would be through words, physical touch or stuff like that

thank youu!! ^_^

Jing yuan:

Smug bastard.

Acts like he wasn’t the reason you were flustered to the high heavens from brushing his hand across your waist.

‘Are you alright my dear?’ He’d say, faking innocence as he intentionally held your face in his hands, softly caressing your cheeks as he felt them gradually grow warmer with every stroke of his thumbs. ‘You’re feeling rather warm here, should I get you to a doctor?’ He adds with a knowing smile.

‘N-no. I’m fine.’ You’d say, unable to form actual thoughts as your mind was heavily focused on a plethora of things, from the way that his hands held your face as though it were porcelain, to the way he caresses your skin felt like kisses in their own right.

The acclaimed dozing general raised an eyebrow as his smile only grew more mischievous. ‘Are you sure? You’re really heating up my dear, I wouldn’t want you to faint on me now,’ he then leaned in close, chuckling upon hearing you gasp a the close proximity, whispering. ‘Unless that’s your intention.’

Jing Yuan thoroughly enjoyed being the reason you were flustered and found your reactions addictive, so much that he would start doing things where he got to see that reaction as much as possible.

Touching your hand

Brushing shoulders

Sitting really close to you/ ‘accidentally’ falling asleep on you, etc.

However if you were to ever express that you wanted him to stop, he will as he understands that you might not want to be made to fluster all the time. He’s not a dickhead and respects you greatly for giving him the ability to start living life again.

Argenti:

This man speaks from the bottom of his heart, there’s not a single lie to be found in his words, and it was due to that undeniable truthfulness that left you more flustered then not.

‘I only speak the truth my beloved rose.’ He says softly as he held your hands in his own all the while maintaining eye contact, which didn’t help you in any way shape or form as you felt your face practically burst into flames and your heart going at a mile an hour the longer you stay in close proximity to him.

He smelt of roses and chivalry, which was odd as you didn’t think chivalry could have a smell, but with Arenti anything was seemingly possible.

‘You are the beauty that I’ve been seeking and now that I have you, I have no doubt that I will love you for eternity should it be allowed of me.’

Boom, you’re dead and on the floor as you stare up at the ceiling as Argenti was quick to move to kneel at your side, face full of concern as his face hovers over you all the while his hair acted as ruby red curtains, forcing you to solely focus on his extremely pretty face. He looked like an angel in that moment and you somehow still found it in you to get even more flustered upon gazing at his face.

He’s genuinely concerned about you whenever you got flustered, his heart and soul were just so pure that he wasn’t really clicking onto the fact that he was the reason you were constantly flustered.

‘My dear flower, what’s wrong? Have I hurt you somehow? Should I seek medical attention?’ - him.

‘No, I’m okay. Just give me a few minutes…or an hour.’ -you, flustered to the high heavens and embarrassment for making him worry.

Boothill:

Smug bastard 2.0

The moment you shown him how easily flustered you could get, it’s over for you as you’ve given Boothill ammunition to keep finding new ways to flustered you on the daily.

Your reactions were his drug and he’d gladly overdoes on them if he could but that might be going a bit too far, however he didn’t care because you being flustered from almost anything he did had become everything to him.

So he would nuzzle his cheek to yours.

Playfully nibbles on your earlobe, shoulder, neck, arms, lips and takes enjoyment in your squeals and attempts to get away from him, only to be pulled back in.

Kissing your lips constantly, even more so in public.

The teasing is never ending with Boothill.

He’s relentless, unyielding and extremely brutal in his teasings that you may as well be permanently flustered. However if you were to shyly give this gremlin a taste of his own medicine by boldly kissing his cheek, he’s suddenly silent and a little fluttered.

He just loves smothering you in love and will continue to do so as nothing else mattered to him in that moment more than you and the effects he had over you.

[gay-dorito-dust-deactivated2025]

How do you think the penacony guys + argenti would react to a reader who gets flustered super easily?

Aventurine loved the fact the he didn’t have to do much in order to make you flustered.

He could caress your cheek or kiss the back of your hand and wait for the precise moment where your eyes grew wide, breath hitched in your throat as your body went rigid.

‘Oh? Is someone perhaps a little flustered from such a simple gesture as me kissing the back of your hand?’ He’d ask teasingly as an amused smile grew across his face as his eyes memorised your every micro expression. When you didn’t respond but instead avert your eyes to try and avoid his gaze, aventurine got the response that he wanted.

‘You do don’t you!’ He cried as he got closer to you, putting a hand under your chin and moving pushing it upwards so that you were forced to look into his eyes. ‘Oh isn’t that precious,’ Aventurine coos as he somehow leant in even closer to you and whispered, ‘I’m sure with enough exposure we’ll be able to build up that endurance of yours. Okay sweetheart?’ He adds with mischief clear within his beautiful eyes.

He would make a game out of how many times he could get you flustered in under a single day.

Spoiler: He managed to make you flustered roughly 10-15 times and that was only during the day!

Aventurine has a way with words with his silver tongue and he would use it on you without a second thought until you were trying to hide yourself away in his side, clinging onto him for dear life as he only laughs and kisses the top of your head.

He’s never felt this deeply about someone before and your reactions to whenever he does express his affections only told him that you felt just as strongly towards him, and that was all he could ever need to reassure himself that his feelings towards you weren’t one sided and would treat you to whatever your heart desires.

Maybe even something that made you not so secretly match with him that he knows you won’t notice until later on?

Aventurine loves your easily flustered nature but he loved you even more. You getting flustered was merely a bonus for him that he’d take advantage of as long as you were okay with it.

Sunday grows somewhat addicted to the idea that it was his touch and his alone that had seemingly had you unraveling at the seems.

He could be grabbing a cup from the shelves to make himself a drink and places his hand on your hip as to keep you from moving as he reaches over you, smiling to himself as he heard you let out a small ‘eep’ and go rigid upon contact.

‘Are you alright my dear? You’re seemingly a little tense.’ Sunday asks as he moved his head so that his mouth was level with your earn, his observant eyes watching as the goosebumps arose and how your posture straightened almost immediately.

‘Yes! I’m fine!’ You’d exclaim and Sunday moved his hand away from your hip to your shoulder, squeezing reassuringly as if he wasn’t the sole reason you were so skittish and unable to maintain eye contact.

‘No need to shout my dear, I’m right here.’ He’d say softly as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before going about the rest of his day with the image of a flustered you to keep him in a relativity good mood.

Sunday adored your reactions to anything he did, whether big or small because it made him special, unique in your eyes that it feed into his delusion thst you were fated somewhere down the line and now you were together as promised by a higher power.

He’d start putting on your shoes for you and letting his hands linger on your legs and thighs for far longer then he should, or only let you tie his tie and revel in how flustered you get just from being in close proximity to him and silently watching on as you struggled to keep your hands steady as his musky scent invaded your senses.

Boothill adored seeing your face grow flustered and his cuteness aggression towards you would go through the roof.

He’d pinch your cheeks, you’d get flustered and try to push his hands away from your face.

He’d hug you from behind and laugh as you hurried your face into your hands to hide away how easily affected you were, but from feeling just how warm the tips of your ears were, Boothill had a vivid picture within his head about how the rest of your face looked behind your hands.

Back when you weren’t officially together Boothill even went as far as to puts his hat atop of your head, an act you weren’t all that familiar of the meaning behind, until someone brought up the fact that it meant he wanted to see more of you. Needless to say you used his hat to cover your face upon realising that the handsome cowboy you fancied was interested in you.

Even now Boothill would still puts his hat on your head and smile at how quickly it took for you to use it as a way to hide away your flustered face.

Would he playfully bite you just to what you squeak in shock and surprise? Yes, yes he would because you being flustered at anything and everything he threw at you only made Boothill’s cuteness aggression towards you worsen as you were just too darn cute for him to deny!

You were practically trapped within his arms from first thing in the morning until nightfall.

Argenti

‘Are you alright my beloved? You’re looking quite flustered, should we sit down?’

Sweet, sweet Argenti would grow excessively worried upon seeing you get worked up so easily over a small act of affection, thinking that me might’ve done something wrong and if you weren’t currently at a loss for words, you would’ve been able to calm him down and bring reason as to why that was.

All he wanted was to sing your praises and show just how amazing of a person you were to anyone who’d stop and listen, so much so that he forgot that his words held a lot more power than he thinks, seeing as how his affinity to effortlessly waxing poetry on the spot about you and your beauty had left you flustered to the high heaves and too meek to speak up on your own behalf.

‘Why do you hide away your beautiful face?’ Argenti wonders aloud as he watched you intently with kind, sweet eyes that drank you in your entirety. ‘Do you not think yourself the way that I do?’ He adds and once again you were left with a sudden inability to speak and a parched throat.

Argenti doesn’t mind you being flustered, he finds that it makes you even more beautiful in his eyes and would even praise you about your easily flustered nature, much to your dismay as this would only further send you over the edge.

He can’t help it! Everything you did was beautiful and unique to your character that he whenever he sees someone else do anything similar, his mind brings him back to you, his beloved because no one else can compare to you and you’re unique reactions towards certain aspects of life.

[ladygt]

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Please Read from Right to Left!! Pages 10 & 11

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Please Read from Right to Left!! Pages 8 & 9

[ladygt]

Please read from right to left! Hello everyone! It’’s been a while but i am back with a good news! I can finally post the whole Mission Cupid doujinshi! I am uploading 2 pages a week every Saturday! Thank you for your patience and support and apologies if it took so long! Enjoy!!

[thelostpretzel]

[stellari-s]

ikeseries vice or virtue mc pfps and edits bc they’re pretty ✨✨

(if you want something like this done with a suitor, feel free to let me know!)

with text

without text

a like or reblog is appreciated if you use or save!

[pandamimi]

My personal favorite!

It all started with a simple question "What would Masamune look like with long hair?", and then everything went wild 🫠