#venulus

[cheese-ception]

@venulus 😘🍰

transcript (since the font is a touch wild, ehe):

Ah, Venus!

Hurry up and unwrap your birthday present, my darling little bunny 💋

[venulus-reblogs]

Sloppy lulu thoughts ✨

OML MIMI I’VE BEEN MEANING TO ANSWER THIS SINCE THE MOMENT I GOT IT!

🔞 NSFW under the cut 🔞

Hear me out! Clavis is usually quite composed in bed, or he pretends to be. But, but, but!!! If you manage to rile him up, drive him wild, and edge him enough, he becomes sloppy! 

He gets ravenous, his kisses are wet and messy when he’s inside you, and he can’t stop mewling and whimpering as he kisses you especially if he’s close to his climax. He just can’t get enough of you and the pleasure you bathe him in, and the way you make him feel. It’s all too much.

He doesn’t know where to hide once it’s all done. It’s rather cute ♥3♥

[lorei-writes]

Loreeeeeeeei~ Congrats on 1k followers!! I'm so proud of you 🥺💜

As for the RQs... look, I'll try not to make 3 for Clavis, but I won't make any promises 🙈

So, what about Clavis + kisses + fluff/comfort 🙈💜

Love you and thank you 😊💜

You know I'd never stay around here for so long without you and all my other friends <3 Thank you for always being a source of good advice and support ;--; <3

I think I've leaned into comfort? It's a little bitter-sweet, perhaps with a little bit of hot sauce.

»All the things we choose to share«

Clavis x Reader Fluff/Comfort ~500 words Content Warnings: none

Scent of Lavender

You smelled of lavender; of broken promises, of things seemingly innate and common sense that were betrayed. You smelled of invisible scars, of marigolds, of unsafe safety, of willow’s cries and endless fields. Of edelweiss, of its persistence and devotion, of sunflowers’ golden warmth. You were a bouquet of emotion and experience.

His goldenrod.

His good fortune.

Clavis’ back hit the ground, your arms and his will both pushing against the ill-natured inertia. Soft grass tickled at your calves as you pinned him down, violet hair strewn around his head in periwinkle halo. Horses neighed at the distance.

You didn’t care.

Why should you?

“Hey —” Clavis whispered, his lips barely parting for the sound to sieve through. It was irrelevant, you assumed, or perhaps it was both irrelevant and necessary to say something in this situation. To resist you despite his obedience, to disobey you in face of attraction… To dominate rather than be dominated, to state his purpose, to perform, to smile, to —

But he did not want to.

Your fingers interlaced, his grip on you strengthened. Clavis stared at you from below, golden irises drinking in your incandescent glory. Setting sun crowned your hair with copper wire coils, painted you in shadows, its death your scorching resurrection and your lips a piece of flint. You smiled, released him… Caressed his cheek. Delicate. Smouldering. Tender. Branding. All that he had ever wanted. His.

“Yes?” you asked, part for yourself, your selfish desire to hear him say it, part for his own sake.

“Do with me as you please.”

“Anything?” you coaxed.

“Anything.” A shiver zapped through Clavis, lightning spilling from your fingertips as you caressed his neck, your nails grazing his Adam’s apple. “I’m yours, my dearest darling.”

Yours.

Hypnotiser hypnotised, you set his skin aflame at his own request. You sucked at the side of his neck, bruising him with you attention, your mark growing just above the collar of his shirt. He would not be able to cover it with innocently white linen, would not conceal it underneath a similarly purple cravat. Clavis was yours and it was for others to see. Utterly intoxicated, you shifted your grip, your hands sliding to his wrists.

“You asked for this,” you remind him, clinging onto the last of your reason.

“I did. Show me how much you love me, my hmm —”

You stole the words from his lips, utterly voracious of anything that he had to give, generous in your own care. The grass around you swayed, honeyed scent of nectar dissolving in the early evening dew. Yet Clavis was sweeter, unparalleled in the heaving of his chest and the jerking of his hips, growing all the more saccharine as your tongue slipped into his mouth and whetted his need. You slid your fingers through his hair, allowed him to embrace you… saw your world turn upside-down from the safety of his arms.

You smelled of lavender, of broken promises and grief, of disappointment and cold hurt. You were the marigolds and he was your ivy, ramping, coiling over any of your broken parts. Your lotus, your rebirth, your angelica-inspiration… Your love, and you did pull him down, the both of you blooming together under the starlit skies.

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[gossamer-sky]

Heya, Abby! 💕 I'm new to your blog and OML I'VE BEEN MISSING OUT BIG TIME! CAUSE DAYUM THOSE HCS!!!! 🔥🔥🔥😳

So, I'd like to request A, I & K for Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi & Sirius, pretty please~ 😄

Keep up the amazing work and stay healthy, love!💕😘

Venus 💖💖😭 thank you so much for your kind words, omg; hope you are staying safe as well! 💘

Mitsuhide

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Answered here 💕

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- He loses all of his silver-tongued words the moment he slides into you

- Gaze so gentle, like he’s shocked you’re here; underneath him, surrounding him

- Tell him that you love him and he falls apart

- Spine curving into you, wanting as much skin-on-skin contact as possible

- He presses his hands tight on your body, fingerprints saying what he can’t voice out loud

- And sometimes

- When he’s too overwhelmed by the force of his own feelings for you, he has to hide his face; sting of tears pricking at the back of his eyes

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- You perhaps push him a little too far one day, draped over him where he sits at his desk, lashes fluttering

- Teasing just enough to get him hard, and then flitting away before he can retaliate

- Well, he can’t have that

- Later, he ties your wrists just tight enough to sting, eyes dark with intent

- He doesn’t even bother untying your obi sash, simply pulling a knife out and slicing cleanly through the offending fabric

- All the breath rushes out of your lungs, why is that so hot

- He bares you to his gaze, wicked smirk on his face, saying, “Do try to keep quiet, little one.”

- He holds your hips down and proceeds to tongue-fuck you into the stratosphere; until your whole body is electrified, and you’re soaking his face and the futon beneath you

Hideyoshi

A = Aftercare 

- He’s attentive x1000, way more intense than he is in every day life

- He’ll get you whatever your heart desires, a snack, a drink, a blanket, he’ll pick you up and carry you to the bath if you need-

- You practically have to tie him down to keep him still, grabbing his head and looking into his eyes as you tell him you just need him

- He draws you into his arms, one hand rubbing your shoulders and the other in your hair

- Kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids, your shoulders with fluttering kisses as he tells you how much he loves you

- Then he kisses your mouth, overwhelmingly gentle

I = Intimacy 

- There’s always an undercurrent of affection to his touches, even if you’re in a rush

- He’ll lace your fingers together, squeezing when he thrusts in

- Or bend to press a kiss to your knee when he’s spreading your legs

- And his smile, oh god, it should be illegal

- Even if he’s being rougher than usual, he’ll tell you how much he loves this, how precious you are to him

- When he’s going down on you, he’ll leave one hand resting on your lower stomach, thumb rubbing in small circles that make you shiver

- Wants to be close to you at all times, even if you aren’t doing anything sexual

K = Kink 

- He doesn’t really broadcast it unless he has to

- But he’s strong

- Strong enough that he can pin both of your wrists above your head with one hand; halting any movement with just a flex of his biceps

- It’s so fucking hot

- Probably wouldn’t have went down this path on his own, but when your eyes light up and mouth drops open on a moan at his show of strength, well

- He gets really into manhandling you after that; throwing you up against walls and railing you

- Often trains where he knows you’ll see it, shoulders bunching as he swings his sword

- Slides his very solid thigh between yours, and you nearly start dripping at the feel of it

- His hands on you, putting you where he wants you it just really gets to you okay

Sirius

A = Aftercare 

- It takes him a little bit to wind down after sex, not slipping immediately back into his responsible persona

- You love that he’s more selfish like this

- Holding you tight against him, gravely voice whispering for you to stay this way, just for a little while longer

- And really, there’s no possible way you could say no when he says your name like that

- More possessive than he usually is, fingers stroking through your hair, down your back

- He likes to listen to your voice, sometimes asks for you to ramble about something just so he can bask in your presence

I = Intimacy 

- He can be one romantic man, that’s for sure

- But what you really like is when he’s commanding

- It seems that he knows your body better than you do, and he plays you like an instrument

- He’ll rub the pads of his fingers so lighting between your legs, barely even touching you

- “Is this where you want me, hmm? Right here?”

- Fucking hell he’s just too much

- When he slides in, he’ll squeeze your hips between his palms, letting out a long, slow breath

- Then he’ll tell you how well you’re taking him, as he pounds in on short, hard thrusts

K = Kink 

- There’s a masquerade ball that the two of you go to, arriving separately

- Of course he recognizes you instantly; glow of the lights reflecting off your hair, the sweet smile when you see him, the way your eyes brighten

- But when he goes to you, you play coy

- It settles low in his gut, the mystery; two strangers with an instant attraction, unable to contain themselves

- The tension heightens throughout the night, dancing together just a touch too close

- Until eventually you find yourselves in a forgotten garden and he can’t help himself anymore

- He skims his fingers beneath your clothes and you gasp; the tension breaks then, a frenzy to get as close as possible, his hands shaking in an effort not to rip your pretty outfit right off you

- You fuck like that, still fully clothed, masks on; trying so desperately hard to stay quiet

- You both return to the party significantly more disheveled than when you left

ABC list/rules here

Already requested character/letters here

Requests Temporarily Closed

[lyrical-cynical]

Why are you so cute and presh and babey and lovely?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA VENUUUUUUUUUUSSSS  I am babey because I am me, and I am lovely because of those around me! <3 <3 <3 <3 Love yyouuuuuuU!!! 

[lalahbug]

Anything for You - Victor x Reader

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice Word Count: 997

My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: general None

Author’s Note: So eons ago, okay fine, being less dramatic, years ago. I held a contest for 500 watchers on DeviantArt, but life hit me and I stopped writing completely. It’s been years and I’m trying to uphold my word for the winners. So far, the only one who wants her prize is my dear sweet Venus. She’s been through everything with me, my thick and thin, my only true friend, my best friend. I’m so happy to do something for her for once, I hope you like this little fic you’ve earned it and so much more. I can’t wait until you’re out a school and being the amazing teacher I know you’ll be. You’ll be done with the woes and drama of idiotic professors soon, and upgrade to idiotic coworkers, but you’ll be where you want to~! I love you twinie and I thank I have you to always be there for me. I hope now that I’m more present in life, I can be there for you too.

For my twinie: @venulus​

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. 

Story under cut

          Victor sighed in relief the moment he closed his door, to be home, off of business, ready to find his lover. He usually had contact with her at least twice a day while he was gone on business trips. But she didn’t answer any of his calls for the past week. Relieved to be home and to get an answer out his wife about her absence.

          He looked everywhere for her but to his dismay, she wasn’t home. A small fear built in his mind and he checked her closet. Clothes were there, but there was a small suitcase missing. As his thoughts raced at possibilities, he heard the front door and click of heels.

          Victor walked calmly as his heart pounded to the rhythm he wanted to walk to. He was a bit thrown off to see his love, clad in black, and solemnly sitting on the living room couch.

          Hesitantly he sat down next to her, she automatically leaned into him.

          “I missed you. How was your trip?” Her voice was weak, weary, defeated. Yet the care and love was there. Victor put aside his anger at her ignoring him, forgetting it even.

          “It would have been better if I had been able to talk to you those last few days.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder lovingly.

          “I’ll make it up to you,” her tone a bit playful, but the weakness was there.

          “What happened?”

          “My uncle passed away, the one I told you about. The one who watched us while my parents worked.”

          “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone to the funeral with you.”

          “I know you would have. But it was a very small gathering, only people listed in his will were allowed. You were already gone, I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

          “Dummy,” he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her securely. “You know better than that.”

          She sniffed a bit before leaning into him more, allowing the peace he always washed over her, to drown her.

          A few weeks had passed, Victor was swamped with work again, having to bring it home even. He didn’t mind normally, but ___ had been a bit distant with the family death weighing on her. Victor was getting ready to go home when he had a small glimmer of an idea. Taking out his phone he called Mr. Mills, asking him to do some shopping and to come in tomorrow evening.

          “Victor?” ___ called out as she entered Souvenir. But she was greeted by the loving smile of Mr. Mills.

  “Hello Mrs. Li, he would like your help in the kitchen if you don’t mind.” Mr. Mills offered to take her jacket as she came inside more.

          “Thank you Mr. Mills, do you need any help out here?”

          “That’s so kind of you, but no. Please just assist Mr. Li.” ___ gave him a small smile before going into the kitchen. Victor was already in the middle of his cooking. She put on her apron and tied up her hair before washing her hands and coming over to him.

          “What are we cooking tonight?” She smiled at him, a small light in her eyes, she loved to help him cook.

          “I need you to cut these potatoes, thinly preferably. The mandolin would be more consistent but you can cut them by hand if you want.”

          “You’re letting me choose?” Her eyes sparkled a bit, he smiled at her gently before nodding at her. She took out the chef’s knife and started immediately.

          Once she was done, she was rinsing the potato slices with cold water. She then cleaned the knife and cutting board. Next she laid out the potatoes in even layers to blot them with paper towels to get excess water.

          “What next?”

          “Nothing, the rest is a surprise.”

          “But-” Victor cut off her words by picking her up and setting her on the countertop.

          “You stay right there. I don’t need any more help. I’m almost done.”

          “Okay. Don’t take this the wrong way. But don’t you have work to do?”

          “Do you not want the food?”

          “No, no! I do!”

          “Then sit there like a good girl.”

          “I think prefer when you’re my good boy,” she winked at him and his cheeks flushed. He was hovering over her in a blink. ___ gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply. Victor sighed softly lacing his fingers into her silky hair. Tilting her head back to deepen their kiss before pulling away slowly.

          “Behave.” He sighed heavily before stepping back. “Stay here. Keep your remarks to yourself for now. Let me finish then we can eat together.”

          She huffed softly. “Fine.”

          Victor had made a hearty dinner with au gratin potatoes with cream, roasted vegetables, and filet mignon. After he was done plating their dishes he took them out. Once back in the kitchen, he took off both of their aprons and hung them up. He took down her hair gently before placing her back on the ground. He offered his hand, she gladly took it, entwining their fingers.

          ___ gasped at the sight of the restaurant, fairy lights were stringed up everywhere. Flower petals scattered and a bouquet of freesia as a beautiful centerpiece.  The restaurant was dimly lit, a classical piece was being played over speakers at a low volume. Victor guided her to her seat and pushed her chair in for her.

          When Victor looked at her again, after seating himself, her eyes were closed. The happiest smile plastered across her face while enjoying the ambiance. “Thank you for this.” She finally said opening her eyes, to show the water that had been gathered behind closed lids.

          Victor reached across the table to squeeze her hand gently. Smiling unintentionally from her contagious visage. “Anything for you.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Now, let’s eat. Before it gets cold.”

          Her eyes crinkled as her smile widened. “My good boy.” 

          Victor coughed lightly before mumbling, “behave.”

[bigwriterenergy]

Heya~! I just wanted to say thank you for your amazing contributions to the JJBA fandom! ♥ Your writing is as incredible as your characterization of the characters 😍 Keep up the awesome work, sweetie~ (:

thank you so much for the kind words!! ;v; . .. . .. hon estly makes me happy to see people enjoying . . . .. . .. .... thanks again v_v

[molotovmetro]

Heya! I'm new to your blog and as you can see I've been devouring your masterlist like crazy! 😂😂 I know I flooded your notifications for sure :3 I just wanted to say that I adore your writing style and the way you portray the characters, especially Leone and Bruno ♥ I'm a simp for those two! Aaaah, you've been feeding this fandom so well ♥w♥ Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful writing with us, hon~ (: I hope you have a nice week!!

I'm so sorry for answering this so late, I thought I already did!

Thank you so much!!!💗 Its honestly been so nice to see you popping up in my notifications!! You're such a nice person!

I hope you have a nice week as well!!💗💗💗