#x reader headcanon

[honey-milk-depresso]

Heartslabyul: what makes you “the most beautiful being on earth” to him

HAHAH- I HAVE RETURNED (somewhat-) FROM THE DEAD >:DDDD

How long has it been?? Two years maybe?? Idfk, AND IDC IM BACK (for now-)

Ace Trappola

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being your laugh makes him laugh too.

Ace, as well all know, a bit of a clown, really. He likes doing stupid shit and making stupid jokes that really makes people crack up and laugh sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally.

But something about the way you laugh makes him laugh along. Like yeah, it was kinda stupid huh? But now he doesn’t have a reason to be annoyed or mad about it because you made it feel better. All because of the way you sound when you laugh to him (even when it’s a little gremlin laugh).

One time, he tripped over a pebble in the Heartslabyul rose garden, face first as he cursed slightly with a grouchy face. He was upset and annoyed at first, but then you laughed. Somehow… the fall from him tripping wasn’t so bad.

In fact, it made him think it was pretty funny (in a stupid way) as he slowly laugh along as he got up. He gently squished your cheeks in a teasing manner. “Alright, alright. You’re not telling anyone I tripped as stupid like that!” He huffed with smirk as you continued laughing gleefully.

He smiled softly, cheeks slightly warm as he looks at you. You’re everything he could ask for. <3

Deuce Spade

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because of your patience and dedication to help him.

Deuce is… a bit dumb. Sometimes, not all the time. When he’s really trying his best to do math or stay awake during Trein’s classes and then wakes up to the end of it and realised he’s suddenly three chapters behind.

Coming to Ace or Grim for help is not the best, and Trey, Cater and Riddle make it feel like studying and asking for this kinda help is tiring and a bit demoralising sometimes despite his fierce determination.

But you… it’s a lot different. You’re so patient and dedicated to help him: using your free time to help him catch up when you could’ve just said no and enjoy your break, pulling all-nighters with him with snacks from Trey-senpai to keep awake and study with him, lending him your notes while helping him go through what he’s missed…

Deuce kinda feels bad for asking you for help. You’re always putting him before yourself that at one point of time he tried finding somebody else, only to realise that you genuinely like helping him which never fails to make his cheeks flushed and heart constrict. If you ever need help, you can count on him too, he’ll do his best for you! <3

Cater Diamond

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being because he can be “low energy” with you.

Cater’s always that chatty, social butterfly on Magicam and in real life, mostly when he’s in front of people.

But sometimes, he just wants to just stay low and not be that “hype man” people known him for and without them being disappointed when he’s not that.

When it comes to you, he can just be. It’s like you give of this welcoming and accepting presence and aura, that it makes he can just lie down with you on a beanbag in his room, being lowkey with his hair down, in normal, ugly home wear and he knows, you wouldn’t judge.

Cater likes a change of pace despite usually being so active, it’s just so he can chill and recharge.

He has his arms wrap around you, and for once, his phone is tucked away just for the moment. He rests his chin on your shoulder and sigh, grinning with content as he closes his eyes.

Yes… this is nice… <3

Trey Clover

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being to him is because he can be as playful as he wants.

His reason is practically the same as Cater’s but opposite: is that he always had to be that responsible, reliable, no-nonsense Vice Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. Even when he’s mastered the arts of it, it can still be tiring.

But you help him get into his own true (somewhat) colours, whenever you’re alone with him in the kitchen, he lets his walls come down.

Trey’s actually a lot more mischievous and cheeky than he lets on: smearing frosting on your nose, pretending he’ll feed you a tart only to put it all in his mouth and watch you get all huffy, and when he’s really loose, has a bit of a flour fight with you.

It’s really a break for him, how you make him feel like he doesn’t need to be guarded, at least with you. He doesn’t need to be that picture perfect reputation he’s built and he could just be.

Although Trey still keeps himself level-headed and what not, he’ll slyly slip in a prank or two and knows you’ll do it back to him behind closed doors.

Trey has never smiled this much in a long while, be this loose in a long while… and it’s solely because of you. <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He thinks you’re the most beautiful being in the world because you make him experience what it’s like to have child-like joy.

For all his life, Riddle’s childhood was… not childhood. Being raised by his strict mother, his days, weeks, his whole life being planned and never allowed what he really wanted to do, Riddle’s life was undoubtedly quite pitiful and dull.

And that being said, him being a dorm leader and all makes him feel that he should live up to a prim and proper role model to his fellow dorm mates, forcing himself to be uptight and obey all the rules and never to play around.

Not to say, he foolishly does so but it’s also not fair for him to deprive himself like this.

And then you came along, and showed him a world where no matter what age you are, you can dream big, with your wildest imagination. He’s really only experienced that when he was a child when he played with Trey and Chenya before his mother found out and made it bitter.

Little by little, he took baby steps with you to slowly explore what was kept away from him: going to festivals with you, trying out food he’s never had before… it’s incredible, really, how much he doesn’t know when he felt like he should’ve much earlier.

It’s pure joy for him, and he has never been this happy before… he’s so glad you came to this world because you were the happiness he was searching for so long. <3

reblogs help! ^^

[fanged-fanfics]

saw your requests open so I just HAD to send something

I’d like to request some eternal sugar cookie x fem reader romantic headcanons🥹

☆ Angel Kisses Bathed in Sweetness — Eternal Sugar x Fem Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || She/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eternal Sugar Cookie is a doting girlfriend in every sense of the term. She stays by your side as much as she physically can, always cooing sweet nothings into your ears and tending to your every whim

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're tired? Here, a soft cloud to rest on! Hungry? The angels will feed you! Something needs to be done? Let the cherubs handle it! It's hard to get even a moment of space when she's always finding ways to keep you at her side

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eternal Sugar showers you with endless praise at all times, but if you ever return it, she becomes pleasantly caught off guard. Her cheeks flush a deep rosey color and her feathers puff up in a way you find deeply adorable

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She becomes quite restless if you get too close to the edge of the Garden of Sloth, if you were to put it kindly. She either finds a way to convince you to go elsewhere, or rather abruptly pulls you away from it by her own hands, a chilling look of anger on her face

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Tsk, tsk, tsk" She'd tut, already guiding you to rest on a puffy pink cloud instead "Why would you ever want to leave, my lady?~ The Garden will care for all your needs". She then climbs up, settling in next to you and wrapping her arms around yours. "I can give you everything your heart desires~..." She cooed sweetly "Be a good little Cookie, and stay by my side"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very physically affectionate. She loves to cup your chin, hold your hand, and give you kisses whenever she can. If you allow it, she'd spend the whole day lounging with you with your head tucked on her chest, not moving one bit

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Her wings tend to fan out around you, both to keep you close and provide a comforting shield against the rays of the sun. If you stray too far, her tail will wrap around your arm or waist, tugging you back in her direction

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You have no idea how much sweeter my Garden has become with your beauty gracing it~" Eternal Sugar murmurs to you one late evening as you both lie under the stars "I can't imagine another moment without you, my love~ Won't you spend every night with me like this?~"

[b00-666]

Omgggg i would love for you to write about Ada AAAAAA she was my first favorite resident evil character i adore her😭😭💕

Ohhhh I love a morally grey woman let more women do bad stuff and still be adored. Just some headcanons/stream of consciousness to get my footing with her but I def wanna do more. Possibly a little meet-cute fic?

NSFW!! AFAB reader.

You don't get to see each other very often, so when she gets you to herself for a while she would go all out. Granted she did also have to break into your apartment to set things up seeing as she refuses to tell you where she lives. You aren't entirely sure if she has a house or apartment or anything actually. Where the hell does she store all the louboutins!?

She takes her time working you up, kissing up and down your body to relax you before getting to work between your legs. Ada wouldn't be mean but she would be firm. Like, she isn't one for harsh insults in the bedroom but she does love to mock and tease lightly.

"Awww, that feel good, honey? You taste so sweet tonight." She coos, smiling up from between your legs, deep brown eyes catching a warm glow from the candles she filled your bedroom with. You blush and squirm against her touch, but she keeps you still--shockingly strong despite her slender frame. She also wouldn't be opposed to binding your wrists, but I think she'd prefer silk ribbons or pretty rope work to handcuffs. In general, there's a softness to every edge with her--in and out of the bedroom. And she would love to pour praise down on you; it's her one complaint when using her mouth on you, she has to pause to tell you how wonderful you are.

[queenofanime]

The Last Witness (Journalist reader x AOT Boys)

With the fall of the Titans, Paradis is no longer completely sealed from the world — but trust is still a fragile thing. Not that Y/N cares. She's a foreign journalist and war photographer with a mission: become the first outsider brave (or foolish) enough to tell Paradis’ story from within. 

Levi

He doesn't trust Y/N for a second and sees her as a liability.

If they don't censor her, she could doom Paradis all over again. 

But over time, Levi sees her patching up her own wounds, sneaking cigarettes with soldiers, and treating even the lowest-ranked cadets like their words matter. That earns his respect.

Y/N's camera annoys him. “Tch. Point that thing somewhere else”. He doesn't get cameras, therefore he doesn't trust it. 

Deep deep down though, he appreciates someone trying to document the mess they survived. (Even if he’ll never admit it).

She’s a walking mess — hair never brushed the same way twice, camera strap tangled with her bag, ink stains on her fingers. Her clothes are strange too — loose trousers, suspenders, shirts with sleeves rolled halfway. Half the time she’s got her shoes untied. It drives Levi insane.

“Button your collar,” he grumbles. “Too hot,” she says, camera clicking. “Also, not your collar.”

He mutters about “sloppy foreigners” but somehow ends up following her around, picking up her dropped notebooks, wiping dirt off her lens, adjusting her straps before they snag on something. It’s not duty anymore... it’s reflex.

One day, rain’s coming down hard and she throws her jacket over a kid’s shoulders. Her camera’s soaked, she doesn’t care. Levi’s jaw tightens. She’s reckless. But when she turns to grin at him through the downpour, he feels something crack open. That dangerous warmth he hasn’t let himself feel since before the world ended.

He's fallen. 

Levi doesn’t allow the thought to grow. He buries it deep under routine, under paperwork. But at night, when her laughter drifts through HQ’s halls, he listens. He hates that he listens.

Eren

When Y/N arrives knocking down the walls, he almost kills her. Eren is hostile; seeing her as part of the world that condemned them.

She’s standing too close, camera raised, asking questions no one else dares to. He warns her once. She doesn’t back off.

“If you get in my way again,” he says quietly, “I’ll eat you next.” She only smirks. “Then at least my obituary will be interesting.”

He should have eaten her right there and then, but something in the way she stared him down, unflinching, planted itself in his head and never left.

From then on, he avoids her like the plague. Jean and Hange call it “running away.” Eren prefers the term “dodging bad press gracefully.”

But none of it matters, because somehow Y/N always finds him. She finds him in the quiet corners of ruined streets, sitting on a step, pretending not to notice her. She finds him at dawn, by the shore, staring at the horizon like he’s trying to memorize the end of the world. And she keeps firing questions that slice through his rhetoric.

“What does freedom mean if it costs everyone else theirs?” “Do you ever miss being right instead of being worshiped?”

He tells her to leave him alone, but she doesn’t listen. She never listens. And for reasons he can’t name, he stops wanting her to. Eren is fascinated by her defiance, but she frustrates him deeply.

Because of her challenging and intrusive questions, she becomes one of the few people who can make him pause.

The realization, of his new feelings, comes slowly. In the way her voice echoes after she’s gone, the way he catches himself remembering her expressions instead of his plans.

One day, she calls him out again: “You keep saying you want to save the island, Eren. But what about yourself?” He opens his mouth to answer... and nothing comes out. That silence is the truth.

Y/N represents a version of freedom that doesn’t require blood. And to be honest, she knows more about the world than Eren does.

And he’s terrified. Because if he admits he loves her, even to himself, then he has to admit he’s still human. And humans don’t destroy the world — they grieve it.

Jean 

At first, he’s suspicious. Sees her as another outsider trying to make Paradis look like monsters.

But her blunt honesty and visible compassion disarm him.

Jean finds himself watching how she moves through war ruins and listens to survivors — not with pity, but respect. He’s quietly impressed.

Eventually, he becomes her unofficial escort, making sarcastic remarks about her “suicidal curiosity” while secretly admiring that she reminds him of who he wanted to be: someone who still believes in something.

Jean realizes he's in love during one of their 'sketch sessions'. 

It starts with a joke: she sits cross-legged on the floor of the barracks, sketchbook open, tongue between her teeth as she caricatures him mid-rant. “Hold still, soldier boy.”

He rolls his eyes. Jean doesn't get satirical caricature. Ten minutes later he’s kneeling beside her, showing her how to shade with a charcoal stub.

Soon, it becomes routine: late-night drawing sessions after patrol. She sketches the absurd, he sketches the real. One night she draws a cartoon of two figures painting over the words Devils of Paradis on a crumbling wall. “Hope that makes tomorrow’s paper,” she murmurs. Jean watches the way she leans over the page and something in his chest pulls taut.

Jean’s reaction? Avoidance, of course. He gets flustered, defensive, starts joking too much around her. But every time she teases him back, his heart races. It’s the first time he’s liked someone who scares him — not because she’s dangerous, but because she sees right through him.

Floch

Absolutely hates her guts. To him, she’s a walking symbol of everything wrong with the outside world.

He’ll call her a spy, accuse her of manipulating people, and might even threaten her early on.

Yet, what unnerves him most is that she isn’t afraid of him.

When she fires back with facts, or challenges his sense of nationalism, he’s forced to confront his own hypocrisy.

Y/N become his most powerful ideological rival and the first person to see the broken boy behind the soldier.

Their fights are infamous around HQ — loud, sharp, and always in public. He calls her naïve, she calls him fascist. And their arguments always end the same — her walking away, him furious that she doesn’t break.

But the worst one happens after she publishes an article criticizing Paradis’ military rule. Floch corners her outside the press room, voice low but shaking. “You think you’re saving us? You’re making us look weak.” 

“Maybe you’re scared people will see what strength really looks like.” She fire back. 

The silence that follows burns. He sees the disappointment in her eyes — not fear, disappointment. And it guts him more than any insult. She walks away without another word.

That’s when it hits him: He realizes, with bitter clarity, that he’s falling for the only person who doesn’t worship or fear him. He hates it. Denies it. So he doubles down, becomes crueler, colder, anything to prove she doesn’t affect him.

For the next few days, she avoids him. No quick remarks in passing, no arguments. Just silence. It’s unbearable. He tells himself he doesn’t care, but every time he sees her laughing with someone else, something in his chest twists. When they finally cross paths again, he says nothing — just stands there, fists tight, wanting to apologize but not knowing how.

He doesn’t want to win against her anymore. He just wants her to look at him the way she used to, even if it’s in anger.

Armin

Instantly intrigued. He sees her as living proof that curiosity survives even after hell.

They’d probably talk late into the night about history, philosophy, and how nations rebuild after atrocities.

He’d want to learn about her world: her journalism, her protests, her ways of holding power accountable.

In return, she’d remind him of what he’s fighting for: connection. There’s mutual admiration there.

Y/N is also keen on teaching him photography. 

She drags him outside after every briefing. “You think too much. Come on, light’s perfect.”

Her hands guide his, adjusting the aperture, the focus ring. Explains the different type of portraits, the perfect golden hours. "It’s like breathing. Slow down the world long enough to see it.”

He peers through the lens and the island blurs into color and silence. For once, everything looks… gentle. 

When he develops the photo later, Armin sees it's blurry, overexposed, but her reflection is caught in the glass beside him. She’s smiling.

That’s the moment.

Armin stares at the photo until the paper curls in his hand. For someone who understands logic and cause, he can’t explain why her laugh lingers like an echo in his chest.

His reaction is quiet. He tries to analyze it. Tells himself it’s admiration, intellectual connection, nothing more. But when she ruffles his hair and calls him “professor,” his face burns.

He doesn’t fall all at once. He drifts — a tide slowly pulling him somewhere safe

Connie

At first, he’s confused why anyone would willingly step foot on their cursed island. But quickly warms up to her once he realizes she’s not there to judge.

He’d probably be one of the first to laugh at her jokes, help her navigate the island, or pose awkwardly for her photos “Wait—did I blink again?”.

To him, she’s proof life goes on. That maybe they can still be seen as people, not devils. He’d protect her like a sister and make sure she never gets lost in the darker corners of Paradis. 

Connie notices how she photographs everything — even the mundane. When she points the lens at him mid-bite, he chokes on bread. “Perfect! Realism,” she teases. “You trying to ruin my reputation?” “What reputation?”

Their friendship forms on teasing and laughter. She shows him her photos of protests: smoke, raised fists, defiance, and he listens, fascinated. He starts accompanying her on interviews, helping carry gear, pretending it’s for “security.”

When does Connie realize he likes Y/N more than just a sister? 

It happens mid-laugh. They’re joking about how awful his first photo turned out — him cross-eyed, mouth open. She’s laughing so hard she can’t breathe.

And suddenly, he stops. Just… watches her. The light hits her face just right.

Connie’s not the type to overthink, but the warmth that spreads through him is both terrifying and familiar. The kind you feel when you finally find home after too long.

He gets quiet after that.

He doesn’t know how to say it, but he realizes, with a small, honest panic, that he doesn’t just want to make her laugh... He wants to be someone worth writing about. And suddenly, every joke hides a heartbeat.

[thezoraprince]

"I'd like that." - Numien x reader

the baby fever is back and i am going feral. so... have a headcanon style Numien piece :')

if you all don't know who Numien is istg

enjoy :)

✧ 18+ (i think we all know where babies come from... and that's pretty heavily implied...) ✧ fluff warning

you’ve both been settled in Castle Town for a bit

moving out of Lookout Landing once construction took effect

Numien had been assigned to oversee the guard as well

at least until they find members who are capable of patrolling

it’s a bustling little town now

the market square lively and bright

and even at night, there’s a sense of joy that wafts through the cobblestone streets

but something’s still missing

you’re laying down for bed one night

the room dimmed from the one lit candle on your nightstand

and Numien pulls you in close

there’s a tension between you

but it’s not unpleasant to say the least

it’s far from that

and that expression he gives you

god, it’s so sweet

“y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been… thinking…”

one of his hands gently caresses your side

his forehead pressed against yours

“Can we... umm... Can we try for a baby?”

this question takes you a bit off guard

you’d both discussed this in the past

but it wasn’t anything too serious then

you were just a young couple beginning your journey together

but hearing him now…

“It doesn't have to be this very moment. Just... someday. It's your decision, though, so don’t feel obligated to say yes just because it’s something I want.”

your heart races as he speaks

and that waver in his voice tells you he’s been thinking about this for a while

“But for the record… I think you’d make a wonderful [parent]. And I’d love to share that experience with you, if that’s something you’d want.”

you smile

“I'd like that.”

“Yeah?”

you can see the tears welling up in Numien’s eyes

“You’re sure? Because again, I—”

and you nod, cutting him off

“Yeah… I do.”

he takes a breath, exhaling slowly with a nervous grin

“Then come here…”

[jamiewintons]

Sex with Sanji would include…

Requested by: Anonymous Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY) Sanji Tag List: @elizabeth-hatake @mhsofe @nubigenouss  (Fill out this form to join!)

●Sanji is pretty experienced, which leads to him being incredibly skilled and confident in bed (or wherever else the two of you decide to have your fun). He knows exactly how to make you feel good, and he’s very proud of that fact, so he can’t help but be a little smug when he gives you yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

●He talks a lot during both make-out sessions and sex. Like he’ll often whisper in your ear, his voice lower than usual with arousal, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. He’ll talk you both to and through your orgasm(s), usually throwing a few ‘good girl’s in there.

●Sanji loves to praise you all throughout sex, calling you all kinds of pet names and constantly telling you how wonderful and beautiful you are. He can’t ever bring himself to degrade you, because in his mind, it’s not only insulting but lying. You’re an absolute goddess in his eyes, so why would he ever tell you any different?

●He could spend hours upon hours just worshipping your body, covering you in kisses and caressing every inch of you. Literally every part of you is perfect to him, and he’ll especially focus on areas that he knows you’re insecure about, because he needs you to know that you’re gorgeous.

●When he’s inside of you, Sanji pretty much always has his hands firmly on your hips, though he’ll sometimes have one free to trail down your back or to gently stimulate your breasts.

●Speaking of Sanji’s hands, one of he easiest ways to get him turned on (apart from like… existing) is to put his fingers in your mouth. Especially when you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes while you do it. Like the man will be hard in an instant.

●Expect Sanji to give you a lot of neck kisses, because he loves them. He also likes to give you a hickey or two so everyone knows that you’re his, and when he sees any of the marks he left on you when you’re in public, it drives him absolutely insane.

●He’s both excellent at and greatly enjoys eating you out. Like he could do it all day every day, whether he’s on his knees in front of you, between your legs in bed, or has you sitting on his face. He definitely moans while he’s doing it, and has probably cum at least once just from hearing the way you beg and moan for him while he’s going down on you.

●When it comes to sex positions, Sanji is happy to do whatever brings you the most pleasure, but if it came to picking his own favourite it would have to be when you ride him. There’s just so many wonderful things about it - it allows you to control the speed and intensity so you can prove how much you want him, the way your breasts move while you bounce on his cock, the perfect view it gives of your face when it’s contorted in pleasure…

●Sanji also likes to take you from behind, but only when you’re sat up with your back pressed against his chest with his strong arms wrapped firmly around you. He’ll have his lips pressed up against your ear, whispering dirty things to you and occasionally gently nibbling on your earlobe.

●Of course, with Sanji being the amazing chef he is, you can’t go wrong with a little bit of foodplay. He loves to cover areas of your body with whipped cream before slowly and sensually licking it off. You do the same to him sometimes, though things often escalate quicker during those times because you don’t have the same amount of self-control that he does.

●There’s definitely been times while you’re in the kitchen together while Sanji’s testing out a new dessert recipe, and he offers you a taste. You reject the spoon and end up licking batter off his fingers, which leads to him getting turned on… and then you have sex on the kitchen counter.

●Sanji absolutely loves it when you get all desperate and beg for him. Sometimes he’ll tell you to beg for him if you want him to continue, but nothing turns him on more than when you start begging for him without any prompting.

●He’s soooo sweet after sex, like he’ll cuddle you and pepper kisses all over your face and neck while he tells you how wonderful you were. He’ll stay with you as long as you want, and will be happy to run you a bath if you want one.

[stankrhodes]

my brain is just aaron hotchner singing lady by d'angelo to black reader every night before bed

[cinnamontrashcrunch]

Morning Cuddles (Cookie Run Kingdom x Reader headcanons)

(A small collective of headcanons for some cookies)

Éclair Cookie:

.This man flusters so easily, anything from a kiss to a hug gets his face red.

.Though in the early mornings and especially if it’s raining, he’s the one to start cuddling you. He just finds it a lovely things to start off the day with.

.Not even he can escape the lazy effect the sight and sound of rain gives a person, opening the museum can wait. The beloved in his arms matters more right now, the rain commands it.

.Really loves nuzzling his face into your hair or neck.

.Yes, you can even do this at his desk, just sitting on his lap while he holds you close. He can take a small break from his relics, his lovely needs his attention after all.

Clotted Cream Cookie:

.The mornings are always so pleasant, with sunlight fluttering in through the windows as the whole republic begins to wake up.

.Clotted Cream is already cuddling you, has been since last night.

.He loves holding you close to him as a small gesture to show his love, sometimes he just doesn’t want to get out of bed right away.

.If you try on those days, he’ll just pull you back down into his arms muttering “A few more minutes dear~.” While giving you a playful grin. How can you refuse?

.You lay there together as all the servants start to get up and one of them has to knock on the door thinking you’re still asleep. Sometimes you do fall back asleep so the knock is both appreciated and hated.

Dark Cacao Cookie:

.He’s normally not much of a cuddler on his own, expressing those deeper emotions has always been a problem that he’s been slowly managing to remedy.

.More often than not if you want to cuddle you have to start it with him and he’ll follow your lead.

.Don’t be fooled by his cold exterior he’s very warm and being locked in his arms, pressed close to his chest, is just one of the most pleasant feelings in the world.

.Sometimes if he manages to find the words and emotional courage, he’ll even pet you while muttering praises and things he likes about you. He made a mistake about showing little love once…he won’t make it again.

.There is one thing that will guarantee him starting a cuddle, if the outside’s cold air manages to slip into the citadel and makes you shiver, he’ll react. The moment Dark Cacao notices you’re cold in any way he’ll automatically begin to hold you as to warm you up. You’re not complaining.

Espresso Cookie:

.Getting morning cuddles from him is difficult especially since he can go for days without sleeping.

.You’re often alone in your shared bed because he’s busy with his work, but the coffee cookie always manages to make it up to you.

.When he is able to cuddle you, he’ll take full advantage of it to make you happy and also to hopefully get you to forgive him if you’re mad. He’ll hold you close pressed against him, nuzzling your hair and leaving little butterfly on your head. He’ll be quietly apologizing and telling you everything he loves about you.

.It works every time because you can’t stay mad at this workaholic.

.Sometimes if you WANT and are GOING to get his cuddling, you’ll head straight to his work desk and climb onto him like “Hm, dear what is it- Eeeeheee!”. When you start the cuddling, especially like that, nothing can stop him from being immensely flustered.

Affogato Cookie:

.This man trusts no one so the fact you’re at this point shows a special tenacity about you, or a quality that he greatly likes.

.When the snake is in love, he’ll give you anything you want if it’ll make you happy, herbs, sweets, coins, (some things it’s best to not question where he gets it) etc. So, something as simple as cuddle in the morning he’ll find amusing but pleasant.

.After the first time he views this as a GREAT luxury.

.Due to his inner self-image issues and self-loathing, he won’t admit that you wanting to cuddle him greatly warms his heart. So, it’s an act of love he’ll gladly give.

.He’ll always ensure you’re the most comfortable in his arms and he’ll hold you even closer if you’re cold, wrapped up in the snake’s coils ever so snuggly.