Thank you soooo much @inthisblogwestanthechoitwins ! This was fun and your is adorable!!
So, I don't necessarily have scars in those places, but my face has plenty of scars, and the maid outfit, I chose because my dream job is to be a mousekeeper at disney!
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If you don't mind, can I request a fic/drabble with the prompt "a secret rendezvous" with Isaac??
Thank you!! 💞💖✨
A/n: My sweet Rin, anything for you T-T. Sorry this took me longer than expected since I got caught up in my schoolwork. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting 💞💞💞.
Title: Un Rendez-vous à Rouen (Isaac x Reader)
Tags: fluff, secret rendezvous
Words: 1.1k
Summary: The genius professor got a case of homesickness while he was stuck in Rouen for a conference. He wrote you a letter about how much he missed you and how he wanted to spend time with you at the upcoming fireworks show. The following day, he got his wish granted.
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Isaac didn’t expeted he’d be standing right there at the park in the middle of the night, nor you coming to Rouen. He predicted to be there for only several days due to a conference hosted by the university.
Simple as that.
A few days there and he’ll be back in Comte’s mansion in Paris. One thing that came unplanned was his terrible case of homesickness, more specifically he missed you being right by his side.
To ease his unwell feelings, he decided to write a short letter to you about how he misses you and how he wanted to watch the upcoming fireworks show with you so badly.
What happened on the following day came abruptly to the professor. One of the staff knocked on his door to give him your reply, saying wish granted but only if he isn’t late.
Everything felt like a dream after spending nights alone, something he thought he was used to until he met you. But there was a little problem; Isaac still has a conference to attend to in the said meet-up time.
Then again, he’ll only miss an hour of it.
Like a reckless high school boy playing hooky, he sneaked out of the conference room and headed to the park to see you. Though guilt surged in him for doing something so foolish, he wouldn’t forgive himself if he left you hanging alone with all your efforts wasted.
In the end, did he regret anything? Well for starters, he never felt better since he stepped foot in Rouen right after he finally saw you and pulled you into his arms.
In the park, a crowd of people, including you and Isaac, stood patiently at the center while waiting for the minutes to pass. To what felt like an eternity, the sky slowly began to fill with bright, bursting colors. Most of the time, Isaac kept his eyes locked on the view in front of him but the moment he turned to face you, he didn’t turn back.
The expression on your face meant so much to him. Emotions of joy and amusement lightened your face. You had so much fun watching the fireworks, he forgot he was supposed to look back until you shifted your head to him with a hum, causing him to turn back to the fireworks with a stiffer demeanor.
“Nothing,” he said as if he was trying to find the right words to say. “Sorry for staring.”
You called out for his name, causing him to look to you with tinted cheeks. “No apologies need.” Besides,” you paused, “I love it when you look at me like me that.”
Isaac didn’t know what to say, nor what to do. He believed that rather than looking at the fireworks, fate wanted him to lock his eyes with yours at that very moment. He didn’t sneak out for the firework show, he sneaked out for you and to spend time with you. He came here for you like how you came here for him. Right now, To Isaac getting lost in your eyes felt more enjoyable to him more than any show could. Oh, how he wants to lean in and kiss you.
By the time Isaac was certain he wanted to press his lips against your then and there, the loud bursts came to a halt and the sky was left with nothing but the small dots of stars hidden in a haze.
“It ended that fast,” you questioned while the small crowd slowly dispersed. “Huh, time does move fast when you’re with someone you want to be with.”
Unintentional or now, you always know the right words to make Isaac’s heart skip a beat. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that because it would only provoke you more to tease him.
Turning from the dark sky, you turned to Isaac and asked, “What now?”
Isaac looked at his pocket watch again, hoping he still has time to spend with you. Sadly, the thin hands of his watch pointed to thirty minutes past six; only less than an hour before dinner and he knows he should never skip a meal.
“I deeply apologize but I must get to the hotel before seven because I need to eat dinner,” he sighed.
You knew Isaac’s condition as an aberrant and you couldn’t argue with him. It’s best to let him go for the night rather than letting someone else get hurt and expose his secret.
“But before I go, I want to say thank you. I had plenty of fun tonight,” he said. “And I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble to go here and leaving early,” he added and toyed with the tip of his bangs.
“Don’t mention it. I also wanted to see you too, you know.” You pulled him to a kiss while slipping your hand in his pocket. “I guess this is good night then,” you said after you pulled away, showing him a melancholic smile.
“I will always love that taste,” he replied. “And I wish you a pleasant night. Even if I can’t be there with you tonight but I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get to Paris.”
“You swear?”
“In God’s name.”
With no time to waste, both of you parted ways to go to your separate hotels. After taking a carriage, he entered the main entrance only to bump into le Rectuer.
“Good evening, Professor,” he smiled warmly at Isaac, who he is the fondest of. “I see you went out for a walk.”
“What?” Isaac said but decided to stick with what he said. “Right, the room earlier felt a bit too stuffy for my liking so I decided to get some fresh air,” he half-lied.
“Understandable. Perhaps next time we’ll check out the venue first before we host these sort of events,” the man chuckled. “Also, it is a shame I couldn’t find you earlier. The fireworks from here were fantastic. You do know there was one, right?” He asked.
“I heard the loud blasts but unfortunately, the view cannot be seen from where I was,” Isaac mumbled, hoping he couldn’t see his past through his lies.
Too bad the man doesn’t know.
“No need to fret, since no harm was done. Well, I best be going off since it’s almost time to eat and you should too, Professor.” He bid his farewell and Isaac rushed to his room.
Luckily when he arrived, room service was right on time to give him his dinner. He gave his gratitude before walking to his desk to place it down.
After he took out a bottle of Rogue Sebastian hid well in his luggage, he got his pocket watch to see the time only for a small piece of paper to fall out. Curious, he picked it up.
Meet me again tomorrow. I’ll be waiting in your hotel’s lobby for you. We’re still not finished.
Write a word that you love and then tag 10 people!! 😉
Eeeeep this is super cool! 😳❤Okay one word i love! Serendipity ❤❤❤😳😳 hehehe exposing my weird handwriting ❤❤🥺🥺🥺 hehehe thanks so so much for the tag love!
a/n: i wrote this for Valentine’s day! it’s my first time writing Isaac and i tried a different writing style than the one i’m used to, (it’s kind of like a mix between Isaac’s pov & 3rd person’s pov?) and i kinda like how this turned out!
tagging @rinringo23 as a fellow isaac stan! 🍎
Valentine’s day is known as the day where people would celebrate and express their affections for their loved ones, especially with their significant other, and knowing this, Isaac also wanted to celebrate it with his darling lover, although even if it’s just any other day, he would still express his undying love and affections for her, undoubtedly
He knew he’s not a man who’s good with his words, so he’d rather show it with his actions instead, he had planned to take her on a date tonight to the field near the mansion where they would stargaze together, it has become quite a frequent date for them ever since they got together, just quietly enjoying each other’s presence under the starry night sky, he simply loved each of that moment he shared with her
It was the middle of the day when Isaac spotted her cleaning one of the windows in the hallway and after pausing for a moment to muster up his courage —because yes, she still gave him butterflies and nervousness even after being together for quite some time now— he walked up to her, trying to contain the blush he could feel spreading slowly across his cheeks
Ah, this is so sweet and cute omg 🥺💖💞 and HDDJJFJF, Isaac simply being a tease, I can never get enough of it! This rlly made my day, thank you for tagging me 😆💞💓
My flowers it is time for the Dazai installment of #shookspearevalentines and when I tell you I have so much fun writing for him! Dazai is such a lovely character and I’m,, I love him sm 🥺
I’m tagging my sweet little apple @dazaiswindow bc I know that she is the #1 Dazai stan, the conductor of the Dazai train and we must respect he as such! Srsly tho, ily Sara! And you should totally check out her writings if you haven’t already - she’s so super talented ^^
- JJ x
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Irises in your eyes, Dazai Osamu x MC
“Dazai must you stare at me so intensely while I’m trying to work?” MC sighed softly as she wiped her flour-covered hands against her apron.The sweet housemaid sauntered from the kitchen counter and over to the table a few feet across the room where her darling poet of a husband sat. She leant down to kiss his lips sweetly, their gazes meeting after their lips parted, “You know if you wanted my attention you could’ve just asked.”
“Ah-ah, Toshiko-san, you just keep on working,” Dazai smiled charmingly at his wife, a playful twinkle in his golden eyes, “I’m just observing, is all. Nothing more, nothing less.” His smile only grew when MC rolled her eyes and gave him another quick kiss before returning to the bread that she was baking. The novelist watched her lovingly, his gaze softer than ever before as his eyes followed her around the kitchen with adoration. Dazai took a notebook and pen from one of his pockets and put ink to paper, jotting down a few inspired lines which had unexpectedly come to him before he stood up from his chair. With long strides, he approached his wife and held her waist between his warm hands, leaning over her shoulder to softly kiss her cheek, “I’ve got to help Ai-chan in the city this afternoon,” he lied through his teeth to give himself an alibi, “But I’ll be home before dinner.” Though, that second part was nothing but the truth.
“Okay, Dazai. Be careful and I love you.” His wife responded before she turned in his embrace to hug him closely.
“As I love you.” The novelist replied to MC before giving her a soft kiss and taking his leave.
A few hours later, Dazai found himself sat by the sloshing waters of the Seine, scribbling away in his book of poetry when his eyes fell upon a florist just across the river. How perfect, he thought as he stood and strolled over toward the shop. The charming novellist pushed open the front door and greeted the shop keeper with a sincere smile, “Bonjour.”
By the time that Dazai had returned to the mansion, MC had figured out that her husband had not been out to city to assist Isaac, rather, on the contrary, the physicist in question has been at home for most of the day. Though, she had simply brushed it off for the most part since she knew that her husband had a little habit of mixing up his plans. The soft spoken Japanese man entered the dining room where his darling wife was beginning to set the table in preparation for dinner in half an hour’s time. “Ah, good evening, MC-san.” Dazai hummed softly, his arms behind his back as he approached his beautiful wife, “Did you miss me?”
“More than you can imagine, Dazai-san.” She replied as she put down the cutlery she was polishing to greet him with a kiss to his soft cheek, “What’ve got hidden behind your back, dear?”
“Oh, you’ve caught me! Oops- well, I might as well show you,” the poet grinned as he produced an immaculate bouquet from behind his back, the beautiful flowers making his radiant wife gasp with delight, “Happy valentines day.”
“Oh Dazai,” the lady threw her arms around her husband joyfully as she smiled gleefully. MC took the flowers in her hands and gazed at them adoringly before returning her attention to Dazai, “My wedding bouquet … you remembered!” Dazai chuckled lightheartedly and nodded before sharing another sweet kiss with MC who couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from her lips, “Happy valentines day, my love.”
“And I have another surprise but, it seems that it’ll have to wait until after dinner,” Dazai grinned at the small pout which formed on MC’s sweet lips as the couple noticed Sebastian entering the dining room, “Don’t pout, MC-san! It shall all be worth the wait.”
Dinner that evening seemed to go by agonizingly slowly as MC anxiously awaited whatever surprises that Dazai may have up his sleeve. Though, when the end of the meal finally rolled around and MC was relieved of her nightly chores by Sebastian, she couldn’t seem to find her eccentric husband anywhere. That is, until she reached their shared bedroom which was adorned with countless lit candles which gave the room a delightfully romantic atmosphere. Dazai sat on the bed and beckoned his gorgeous wife toward him, to which she complied, laying down comfily beside him. “I wrote you a poem. Please may I read it to you?”
“I-I, of course you can, Dazai,” MC blushed softly as the inky-haired man’s sunset-like gaze met her own.
“It seems that even in the winter you bloom brightly,
And your petals blossom nightly,
For you are the prettiest flower in the garden of my heart.
There’s no doubt in my mind,
That there are irises in your eyes,
And that you are the finest flower of the bunch.
I’d like to say, if I may, that despite their beauty,
You, my dear, are far more exquisite than any bouquet.”
Dazai smiled after his romantic recital, rather pleased with the speechless, blushing bundle of adorableness that was his heavenly wife who lay in his strong arms. MC buried her face into the crook of her husband’s neck as she blushed a bright pink that could put even the prettiest of roses to shame, the heat off of her cheeks radiating onto her lover’s skin. “Thank you, Dazai. It’s beautiful,” She whispered, placing a careful kiss to his cheek and then another to his earlobe, “You’re beautiful.”
“Well then, that makes two of us, doesn’t it, MC?”
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summary: a kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished (AO3) TW: depresion and general mental health issues
She has… these days. When she is just lost to the world. Getting out of the bed is an unimaginable task, just like changing out of her nightgown. She doesn’t really eat much, tray after tray brought up and taken down by Sebastian remaining untouched. She spends way too many hours in her armchair, wrapped in a blanket, just staring blankly out the window. Others’ calls don’t really register, and if someone comes close enough to touch her, she violently jolts aware.
But no one really speaks about it. Vincent goes through the same thing: aimless long walks through the fields, days upon days of remaining locked in his room. Dazai too: prolonged absence felt by everyone, all the more because he was such an active part of the daily house’s discussions. Maybe Sebastian even notices a few bottles of the alcohol missing, but he carefully rewrites the inventory and nothing’s mentioned.
If they feel her absence, the other inhabitants of the manor don’t mention it to her, when she eventually returns to her usual routine. She apologizes to Sebastian for not helping, and works even harder to make up for it.
She hugs Vincent for a really, really long time. Arthur hugs her for a really, really long time.
She gives no explanations; not publicly, not really. However, after the first time, she sits Isaac down in her room and prepares him for the talk. She never really figured out how to talk about this, even back in her time, so how can she make it make sense to someone who lived four hundred years before that?
She’s pacing around in her room when Isaac calls out her name, opens his arms for her. She falls down into his embrace easily, willingly, eagerly. It’s the easiest thing she’ll ever do. They lay down in her bed, Isaac silently holding her hand, watching her as she’s trying to come up with proper words. There are no proper words, but she’s trying, still.
“I’m like… a candle that goes out? And I can’t be myself for a while, and I know it, and I know you know it – and that person is just a trace of me and I don’t want it next to anyone.”
Isaac swallows, hard. He tightens his grip on her hand, looks at her more lovingly, more determined. She closes her eyes, unable to bear it.
“What… What can I do?” he asks.
“Forgive me once it’s done,” she answers, no hesitation.
When the fog lifts, when she’s not crippled by her thoughts, it’s like a hurricane passed through her life. She has lost relationships because of it, so she carries a warning sign with her brain, and an apology with her at all times.
“There’s nothing to forgive, my love,” he says, and they stay like that, one next to the other, holding hands, for a very long time.
So… she has these days. When she bothers no one, and no one bothers her. When she can’t bring herself to do anything. When life is just dull and unbearable, no matter how much love she knows she holds for so many people and so many things. When no matter how hard she’s loved, she still has trouble falling asleep or waking up or trusting anything else but the voice in her head, that’s so familiar and so close.
Then, she just stands up at some point: and she wants to taste a new recipe, she wants to take a walk in the garden, she wants to check out some books in the city. Slowly, the world solidifies around her, fixing itself back on its axis.
She walks barefoot to the kitchen, and finds her favourite meal already laid out for her. She thanks Sebastian, though he tells her he is not the one who made it.
“Sir Isaac did.”
She stares at the plate in front of her, and she eats everything, even if the taste is mixed with her salty tears. In the library, there’s a package waiting for her; she sits in an armchair and opens it. A poetry collection, a chocolate box and a new ribbon.
She turns to Arthur, who’s reading in the same room.
“Do you know who-”
He turns to her voice, looks at her properly.
“Oh? That? Newt, of course.”
She’s tenderly touching each gift, still half-afraid she’s in a daydream of her brain, just a nicer one.
“Do you know where he is?”
Arthur checks the clock.
“Probably the garden.”
She leaves her things behind, starts running. She’s barefoot, walking on the ground, and yet she doesn’t care. She finds Isaac soon; in his arms, a bouquet of roses, thorns carefully cut off. She just… jumps in his arms, and he’s forced to let go of what he’s holding, so he can catch her, balancing the two of them. She’s laughing and crying in one sound, and then her lips are on his before he can figure out what he’s supposed to do.
She’s holding on to him, tightly. Her feet are still not touching the ground, and she kisses him like he’s her everything and more, like she’s gone years without him. She kisses him like her dark will never return, like she’s worthy of his love despite it.
a/n: i… i have no words– this was literally only meant to be a little drabble around 300 words but it seemed i got carried away. This is my first time writing about this particular theme so please forgive me if there’s anything offending, it was never my intention. I also originally wrote this as a shameless self-insert fic to cope with my stress dealing with my assignments lol
You hadn’t feel like yourself lately, it was like everything and everyone almost always managed to get on your nerves and irritated you to no end, you felt tired and worn out all the time, and you constantly go through a rush of emotions, it was like feeling both emotional and empty right at the same time
Dazai had noticed, of course, he had noticed it the first day you started acting different, he was all too familiar with those symptoms himself, he thought it best to let you take your own time dealing with it, although he made sure to always be near you in case anything ever happened, but this could only last so long, he couldn’t bear to watch you like this, looking at him with vacant eyes, devoid of any emotions, your eyes betraying nothing, even the warm affectionate gaze you always gave him, whenever he speaks to you, it seemed like you weren’t listening, mind drifting somewhere far away. His heart constricted in his chest, he didn’t want you to go through what he had to go through, the world is a terrible place and he didn’t want you to feel the weight of it, enough with just him, so he had to take some action
Isaac Week was a character themed prompt week from Dec 19th - Dec 25th 2020, put together by @pathofcomets and me! The prompts were:
Day 1: Firsts/Travel
Day 2: Equations/Lessons
Day 3: Forbidden Fruit/Constellations
Day 4: Au/Free day
Day 5: Sweetness/Languages
Day 6: Family/Hedgehogs
Day 7: Present/Traditions
And this is a masterlist of everyone who participated and their stories!
@rinringo23 - Day One - Two
@hyodles - Pristine
@pathofcomets - How Can I Love The Heartbreak, You're The One I Love - Meanwhile The World Goes On* - Mystical Time, Cutting Me Open - My Honey, My Daisy, My Only - Baby I Get Mystified - A Home Isn't Always The House We Live In - Just Paint The Time*
@xxsycamore - A Star Shall Be Born
@scummy-writes Day One - Two - Four
Thank you for celebrating Isaac with us and makin his birthday a lil more special!
now that we have an official date from the cybird overlords (25 feb!! save it in your calendars yall!!) here’s the list of dates for each prompt & the prompts themselves :-)
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just to reiterate from my original announcement post: feel free to get creative (eg. write something, draw something, make a mood/aesthetic board or a playlist, an edit etc.), as long as it follows these rules:
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so there’s that. have fun creating! if you have questions please send them in an ask (i’m not taking questions in DMs bc i want my answer to be in a public place in case others have similar queries).
tagging them jean stans: @iridescent-hana @blu-tigerr @nafeary
Heya, I hope these are not requested yet. But if you don't mind, can I request O, U, V from the Fluff ABCs for Isaac ? Have a nice day and thank you in advance <3 <3 <3
Isaac (O, U, V)
gn mc || no tw || thanks for requesting! have a lovely day💖
fluff abcs link is here
O = Oddity — what is one quirk they have?
The most obvious quirk that Isaac has is his tendency to fiddle with his hair, twisting and twirling the longer strands through his fingers whenever he feels a little nervous or awkward (which, to be honest, is considerably often).
If you happen notice this habit, please catch his hand whenever he does it and reach up to gently brush back his hair yourself.
He simply won’t be able to contain the small, bashful smile on his face as he melts into your touch, instinctively leaning closer to try and urge you to continue stroking his hair.
Isaac’s face will quickly blossom bright red — just like the certain fruit he claims to hate — at the deep shiver that runs down his spine when your nails graze along his scalp. He just knows you must’ve felt it too.
He thinks he should be used to it by now, but it still always surprises him how these little, innocent touches from you make his whole body feel like electric — and as much as you insist you find his reactions ‘cute’, he’ll still be a little mortified by how much you affect him.
Honestly, Isaac will end up thinking about small, simple gestures like that for days afterwards.
Now, everytime that he finds himself indulging in his usual quirk of pulling at his hair, he’ll also find himself thinking about you too.
Sometimes, when he’s stuck with work and feeling bored or unmotivated, he’ll close his eyes and let his imagination run wild for a while little; and even in the solace of his own room, he’ll still blush as he relaxes back in his chair and imagines that you were the one gently running your fingers through his hair right now.
U = Upset — how do they act when you’re upset?
Honestly? Isaac’s first reaction will be panic. Although it does depend on how upset you are, or what the actual problem is.
If it’s only a minor problem that you’re simply feeling a bit bummed out about, then he’ll focus most of his energy on helping you work out a solution — not before trying his best to comfort and calm you down first.
Sitting down next to you and holding your hands in his, he’ll rub small circles into your skin and lean forward to press his forehead against yours — quickly apologising for bumping his head into yours a little bit too forcefully (he’s not very used to comforting people, so his nerves made him a little less gentle than he intended).
Trying to keep his voice soft and level, he’ll ask you to explain why you’re upset and immediately after you have he’ll start trying to invent solutions.
On the other hand, if you’re upset about something more serious — or God forbid even crying — then he’ll panic a great deal more.
Do… Do you need a hug? Tissues? To talk about it? Maybe… You would rather be alone? Or not! Okay- uhhhhh, someone help him.
Wait nO he should be helping YOU
Isaac truly has no idea what the appropriate protocol for comforting a crying person is — all he knows is that his heart is just breaking to see you so upset, and if there’s anything in the world you want right now, that he would do it in an instant.
In the end, he settles for just pulling you down into bed with him and tightly wrapping himself around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and awkwardly patting your hair as he whispers sweet words and how much he loves you into your ear.
When he realises that this actually seems to be working, he’ll start to gain a little confidence and relax some more, pressing soft, chaste kisses to every inch of your face as he tells you how it’s going to be okay, and that he’ll look after you.
He’d hate himself forever if he made you upset again, so he’ll wait until you’ve had a little rest and properly calmed down before he tentatively asks what was wrong.
V = Vaunt — what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?
One thing that Isaac would say he is proud of is his intelligence.
To be honest, it wasn’t something that he particularly considered as ‘special’ before he met you; it was just… him.
Of course, Isaac knows that he isn’t just average — but his intelligence wasn’t necessarily source of pride for him (and more often than not, it actually seemed a source of trouble for him instead).
However nowadays, he can’t deny the rush of pride he gets whenever you compliment his intelligence. He’s almost addicted to the way that you always look at him when he talks about physics; your eyes all wide and curious, and hanging off-of his every word.
The awe in your expression really spurs him on to talk more about physics and mathematics in front of you, bringing up particularly complex topics on purpose just to impress you.
He knows that, of course, you don’t know as much about physics as he does, and also that you probably don’t follow along with too much of what he’s saying — therefore, sometimes he uses extra-long and confusing words on purpose; even using them incorrectly or in the wrong context just to make what he’s talking about sound all the more clever and impressive.
Although there’s a very low risk of it, he prays that you won’t ever catch him out on this.
He does feel a bit guilty for telling you the occasional load of nonsense — it’s simply just not very often that people are willing to listen to him go on about his favourite subject, and especially not listen to him so attentively at that (or shower him in so many sweet compliments afterwards).
AAAAAA, THIS IS SO PRECIOUS!!! Thank you for writing this, this is just too cute!!! And my heart can't handle this level of softness 🥺💖✨ Excuse me now, I need to scream on my pillow now-
Hello! May I ask for K, O and X, for Napoleon (ikevamp)?
💗💘
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
- This man really likes to be denied a little bit
- When you play hard to get his pulse quickens, needing to get even closer to you the more you pull away from him
- Dancing away from his hands all day, turning your head at the last minute so his lips hit your cheek
- He just grins, knowing exactly what you’re doing; the tension ratchets higher with every smooth rebuff, and the more his actions are brushed aside with a sweet smile, the more he aches to have you
- It makes it all the more satisfying when he finally succeeds in tugging you into his bedroom
- Whispering, “Will you let me touch you now?” with a smile against your neck and a rushed thrust of his hips against your ass
- Working him up is your favourite hobby, and you’re never disappointed
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
- Oh he loves to give
- Is obsessive about it, almost
- He’ll slant you a look, mouth quirked just so, and you’ll immediately know that he’s thinking about it
- He takes his time, placing kisses wherever he can reach, hands reverent
- Gazing up at you like you’re the one pleasuring him
- He always gets his fingers in you too, can’t not; you let out a shocked noise at the intrusion, and he has to rub himself against the mattress
- Will absolutely moan on you and it sends such shocks through your whole body that you have to gasp his name and clench your fingers in his hair
- He loves it, could spend eternity doing just this
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
- He has muscles on muscles
- It’s obscene how perfect his form is, back flexing when he drops his shirt, arms honed from his work with the sword
- When he rolls up his sleeves to show his forearms it’s enough to make you start drooling (he knows it too, absolutely does it on purpose)
- Cut hipbones, with a trail of dark hair leading down to his, quite frankly, gorgeous cock
- Truly, the statue of David has nothing on him
- It takes your breath away how good he looks, body outlined in the dim lighting and it’s nothing at all to slide to your knees
- Nothing at all to tongue at his cock, sliding him right into your throat, fingers digging into the thick muscles of his thighs
ahhhh thanks for tagging me!!!!! and also congrats on beating me in height hehe, i lost by just 2cm 😔✨ i just went with a few of my favourites too & some also had the same heights (ieyasu = 174, kennyo = 178) so i left them out ^^;
as someone who has never checked their heights before right now can i just say SJDJSDJSDJANSJD WHO LET MITSU AND JONAH BE THAT TALL IM CRYING altho i can already feel the neckache I’d get from having to look up at them all day 😩
the main thing that I’m gonna take from this is that they are ALL at a perfect height for hugs, forehead kisses & resting their chin on my head 🥺💕💕💕
i’ve just woken up so i can’t remember everyone (so sorry if ive missed you) but tagging @dazaiswindow @venuswrites for now if you’d like to do it too haha 💖💖💖
Okay seems like i'm the shortest one here?? Haha, i also lost only by 3 cm 😆 oh and since i basically only play ikevamp, i just put my fave ikevamp suitors here + one of my fave from other cybird game
I just realized that most of my faves from ikevamp share almost the same height! Not complaining tho cause i like my men taller than me 😌
Tagging @gossamer-sky @rinringo23 @dealwithwarlords @plip-ploop & whoever wants to do this (also no pressure!)
Sitting at your desk inside your room, you opened up a book to read to pass time since you can’t fall asleep. After a lot of tossing and turning on your bed, you decided that sleep won’t come to you anytime soon. You took out your pocket watch from the drawer, the time shows that it’s a little past midnight already, yet you still felt too restless to sleep.
As you flip the pages over without really reading it, you found your mind drifts to the thoughts of someone. How nice would it be if he were here right now. You thought to yourself and eventually smiled at your own silly imaginations, you didn’t know you were one to be so lovesick.
Tap tap tap
A soft knock from the window interrupts your train of thoughts and you whipped your head to the direction. You stood up and paced over to the window to see what sound was that, you parted the curtains open and gasped when you found none other than the person occupying your mind just a while ago standing there.
