#male love interest

[running-with-kn1ves]

OMG CONGRATULATIONSSS🥳 i swear i visit your writings a lot that whenever you update—the app already refers to you as my tumblr crush ksksjskjs n e ways since you mentioned it a while ago how about some good'ol chubby/fat reader who visits this one restaurant a lot that they've become aqquainted with the owner, consequently enough the owner is a yandere who had falled for them because of how they admired the genuine way in which the reader enjoyed the food they served. But suddenly the visits become less and less and when the reader admits that its because others have seem to make their weight a big topic the owner is so dramatically appalled that their like: wHAt!? How dare those fools say that! *while furiously grabbing and shaking the reader's shoulders*

Aaaaa thank you so much!!! Honestly I didn't think anyone would read my stuff that much😭 thank you >:))<33!! i hope I did decent on this one, I want to write more chubby readers in the future.

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"Oh! Why, you’re finally back!”

You fidgeted in your seat as you chuckled nervously at the man standing in front of you. He held a notepad, dressed in a waist apron and black shirt, an outfit you always met him in. You hadn’t expected him to notice your absence. 

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, where were you this entire time? We were a little worried, you know. When a regular stops showing up, that's never a good sign for business!” He commented enthusiastically, despite already knowing your previous whereabouts.

A good chef has to keep check on his customers, right?

He usually had a smile plastered on his face for customers, but this time with you, it was genuine. The man invited himself to sit down on the opposite side of your booth seat, a move you didn’t really question. He always seemed to make himself comfortable when you came to eat here. 

In fact, everytime you were here, the restaurant was always “understaffed,” leaving him, one of the top chefs and co-owners, to serve you. You felt bad that the restaurant was doing so poorly that they had to have chefs waiting tables. But the truth that he wasn’t telling you, was business was booming. 

“Well, I decided to stop eating out for a bit, making meals at home and such.” You avoided his gaze, hoping he wouldn’t pry any further. It was no fun to divulge personal insecurities to aquaintences. But of course, he did. 

“Why’s that? Is money tight? Because you know, I can always offer a discount. You're such a loyal customer, I’d really even give you meals for free if necessary.” He laughed, keeping his eyes sincere only to hope you’d take up the offer. If it meant you’d start coming in more often, he'd even spoon feed you himself. Not like that'd be much of a butden for him, though. In fact, it was hard to keep himself contained as he daydreamed about the thought.

“It’s not that…” You hesitated, trying to find a way to explain yourself without making things awkward. “I just had some… personal issues to deal with. A few friends said some negative things and I wasn’t feeling very well.” 

As if you hadn’t piqued the chef’s interest before, you now had his full attention. Negative things? What things? Despite his meticulous stalking, he doesn’t remember such an instance that would certainly cause more than a small reaction from him.

Trying to keep himself coy, the chef cleared his throat. 

“What kind of things, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You scrunched your nose, sincerely wishing he didn’t ask. Nothing was worse than making things uncomfortable in a place you regularly attend.

“Oh you know, just some stuff about my weight.” You brushed it off like it was no big deal, hoping the man would leave it at that. 

But of course, he didn’t.

“Oh.” He commented. Oh. His surprise morphed into a different emotion, something you couldn’t quite read. 

The chef was silent for a moment, deep in thought with his hands tightly pressed together. Too tightly for someone who didn’t know you, in your opinion. 

“These friends of yours, they really said those things to you?” 

Surprisingly he didn’t give you a look of pity, but one of hollowness. 

You nodded your head, put off by how your situation seemed to impact his mood so deeply. 

The chef moved from the opposite side of the seat to shuffle in next to you, making himself comfortable in your personal space as he placed his hands over yours on the table. 

“Why would you let such vermin near you?” His eyes scrutinized you, genuinely wondering how such lowly beings could even be given the ability to make an impact on you. “Such scum, I can’t believe they were even allowed to be in your presence.” 

You laughed, partly taken aback by how extreme he sounded. You brushed it off as him trying to make you feel better. But it was in part selfishly said by the chef out of his frustration. 

“Those idiots-! They-- they don’t know what thetheyre talking about, alright? They don’t even deserve to witness your body, to see your beauty or look at how.. Unbelievable, you are.“

He turned his attention back to you, realizing he should put a hold to his future plans on what to do with them to first comfort you. 

You sat silently, feeling both awkward and grateful for his affectionate words.

“Don’t let those fools trick you; they don’t even deserve to look at you. They’re nothing compared to you, your body. Your body is….” The chef had to look away, covering part of his face as ideas and dirty thoughts crept in his mind. You witnessed the blush he tried to hide, eyes widening as you realized what he meant. He cleared his throat, trying to change the subject before he did something regrettable. “You’re….heavenly. An angel on earth, who shouldn’t even be in my presence let alone theirs.” 

He moved his hands from yours to cup your face, the other moving gently to your thigh. You felt him squeeze it, massaging the flesh as his face turned a flustered shade of red. 

“If I could show you all the ways your body affects me, lord...” He mumbles barely loud enough for you to hear, trying to hide his fidgeting at the thought.

Looking back at you, he licks his lips, trying to avoid staring at yours. 

“But I digress; do you understand me?” He seemed out of breath all of a sudden, knees touching yours as he scooted closer. 

You nodded your head a little, put off by this out of place speech of his which had an odd, almost lovestruck tone. 

“Good.” He huffed, barely restraining himself from looking at how tightly your clothes hugged you, trying to keep his hands still on your warm skin. 

“So, mind telling me what part of town these ‘friends live in?” 

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[mysteriouslyspookyandcooky]

Kilug the Orc (f/m)

female protagonist has moderate stutter

warnings: violence, language, sexual themes, mature themes

words: 4442

Being born into such a high family has, I admit, given me some problems. Unlike the rest of the clan, I refuse to follow in their footsteps.

That sounds stupid and selfish. But in this day and age, as the world progresses and the different empires rise from the ground, I realize there's no need to murder our way through.

Death is necessary. I, too, have fallen into the desire to paint people red, but in youth, anyone can be an idiot. My mother, bless her soul, has tried her hardest to make sure I never turn into my father. As terrible as it is, I thank the gods he's dead. Even though I was meant to love him, his ways are worse than any tyrant could make up.

As an orc, we were destined to be hated. Yes, we rule a part of the North, but it wasn't taken without decent bloodshed. Now I'm left with the parts my father destroyed. Left with string and hope to try and pull the kingdom back together.

Coming into the crown was terrifying at first. To think I had to try and win the hearts of a nation over from the fear my father planted within them.

It was a slow start, but in two years' time, I made Aidrinyar into a prosperous nation that didn't need to kill people to show its dominance. Trade with neighboring kingdoms opened once more with some negotiation. Seems people are more trusting of my mother. A saint she is.

Along the corridor, Kilug hears a small cry. Not one of pain as it sounds. Opening the door to his right, a woman looks over frantically. It's one of the maids. Kilug takes in her disheveled figure and gasps, "Is everything alright?"

She shakes her head as she sits on the edge of the bed, "My mother. And sister. They're oh gods-"

Kilug looks around then approaches her, "Come along. My mother will help you."

His mother sits in the mess hall playing with some yarn as her son approaches her. The woman gasps and sets her needles down, "Dear, what's wrong?"

The woman falls to her knees. Kilug manages to catch her as she falls to help her into a nearby chair. She sobs slightly, "Tell me what's wrong."

She takes a moment to collect herself, "My mother and sister are at the edge of town. I just got word that someone raided that end and I-" 

The maid breaks into sobs again, "Kilug. Take Ornis and the others to go check it out. What do your mother and sister look like?"

Gulping, she squeaks out a simple response. "My mother is older but my- my sister has bright red hair. It's long too. Answers to Ivor."

Kilug nods to his mother and heads out of the room. Ornis is his head knight. His sword shield as well. Just as he tells the darker orc the news, he's grabbing his axe off the wall with a curt nod.

It doesn't take long to reach the edge of town. The maid was right. At least five homes are destroyed. Kilug curses but a person comes flying out of one of the houses. It's a man. Human man. He groans from the floor as someone appears out of the door he got thrown from.

Red hair flashes in the wind as a sword is held in their grasp. It's a woman. The man scrambles to get up but she steps on his hand as he reaches for his sword. He begs for a moment before her sword goes into his chest.

Kilug frowns slightly but he gets what he deserves. The woman turns to them quickly, terrified. Kilug gets off of his steed first and smiles.

Her sword goes up, ready to attack him as well. Seems she has a wild spirit. Her clothes are dirty and ripped in some places. Those places are from slices to her limbs. Bloody scratches seep through the fabric as she stares him down.

This must be the sister. Her hair is long down by her hips. She wears pants much like a soldier would. Her legs stand apart as she breathes in heavily. Her eyes are a dull blue as they stare into his own brown ones.

He approached her carefully, "Ivor?"

Her head tilts, "Your sister. She sent for us to come and find you."

Her head shakes as she holds her sword, "She works as a maid in the castle."

That makes her drop her sword slightly. Then she points to the house. Kilug motions for Ornis to check. They stare at one another as the knight heads in. He comes back out, "Her mother. She's sick but doesn't look injured."

"We'll grab your mother and take her back to the castle, okay?" Kilug watches as she goes to retort but when her mother starts a coughing fit she frowns. Ivor nods his way. She watches as they load her mother into the wagon. Ivor looks at the thing before pulling herself up.

Ornis takes hold of the reins as the king moves back to watch the two. Ivor holds her mother's hand. She's going to be fine, that he's sure of, "Did you know those people?"

The redhead looks his way and only shakes her head. Kilug nods and it goes silent the rest of the way back to the castle.

Her mother is automatically taken in by the medics as Ivor follows the king and his tall knight suspiciously into a large room. Kilug's mother looks over and then stands. 

The maid gasps, "Ivor!"

The redhead smiles for the first time as she runs toward her sister. The smaller one collides with Ivor as she wraps her arms around her frame. The maid sobs into her chest as her sister holds her there.

She pulls away, "Are you okay?"

Ivor nods. Her sister sighs, "You look terrible..."

Kilug approaches, "Go get some rest. I will have to ask you about what you knew of those men. I'll also send one of the guards to tell you news of your mother."

Ivor still stares at him as her sister smiles, "Thank you. Thank you so much. What could I ever do for you?"

The precious queen shakes her head, "Nonsense, my dear. Go rest."

Ivor holds her sister's arm as they walk out of the room. The redhead looks around as her sister speaks to her.

"Good job, my son."

Kilug smiles down as his moth, "Her sister is odd."

His mother raises an eyebrow, "Idi, the maid, mentioned she doesn't speak much. And tends to be the most standoffish of them both."

"I could tell. She raised her sword at me."

His mother, Amaria, chuckles. They both leave the room. Sometime later, Idi heads off to sit with her mother as the king calls for her sister. They have a small conversation before splitting ways.

Ivor looks much cleaner now as she comes into the main area. Kilug sits there waiting for her. He smiles when she enters, "Please come sit."

She looks at the chair before sitting in it. Her clothes seem new and there's no blood left so he assumes her wounds were also dressed.

"Ivor."

The woman looks up at him, a plain expression on her face. The orc smiles, "Do you remember anything about the raid?"

She says nothing for a moment before settling on a simple nod, "What do you remember?"

The woman makes a motion with her hands and points to her ears. She symbolizes a loud noise with her fingers extending, "Loud noise?"

Ivor nods then points to her mouth then makes another move to show screaming. The orc feels odd watching her act this out but he doesn't question it. But he can't help but wonder as to why.

Kilug nods, "Could you tell me what you heard or if you knew anyone's faces?"

She frowns before pointing to the quill on his desk. He frowns, "I'm afraid it's empty at the moment."

Ivor groans and crosses her arms in front of her, "Can you not speak to me?"

The woman flinches. The king watches her as she opens her mouth, "P- p- people do- don't like th- the way I- I talk."

Kilug sighs. She has a stutter. That must be why she doesn't talk. Her speech sounds lovely though considering.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," he tells her. She looks up at him and sighs. Then she starts the story.

The king leans back into the chair as he nods, "And that's what happened before?"

The woman nods, "Y- yes. Is th- that al- all you n- ne- need me f- for?"

"Unless it's for personal business, I will no longer need to ask you questions."

"P- personal b- b- business?"

Kilug smiles and shakes his head, "I just meant if we could talk."

Ivor looks at him and laughs, "Why?"

"Am I not allowed to want to speak with you?"

She sighs, "You c- can. B- but wh- why wo- wou- would you wa- want t- too?"

The king smiles her way, "It may surprise you but I rather enjoy your voice."

She states at him then laughs. He rolls his eyes, "I'm not kidding. Besides, I have time to talk to you as you'll be staying here for some time."

The redhead nods her head and offers him a hand, "I- I'm n- no e- eas- easy t- t- target."

Kilug smirks, "Doesn't that give me more of a challenge?"

Ivor opens her mouth to speak but closes it again. A small smile comes to her lips, "D- do- don't get y- your h- hopes up."

The king smiles, "I'm sure you'd humble me real quick if I did, my dear."

He watches as a small blush comes to her cheeks. She smirks and nods her head, knowing he to be true.

A week goes by. Their mother heals splendidly as Ivor acclimates to the castle life. Her time is spent in the library or in the training field. Her work as a warrior is worth talking about.

Every day, given the chance, Kilug will show up by her side. He watches her fight and looks at a distance as she reads.

One day, he moves into the library and notices her sitting by the window. He smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear, "H- how m- m- many times wi- will you j- ju- just stand th- there?"

Kilug flinches but ends up chuckling. This time he approaches her, "You've noticed?"

The woman nods her head, "Ev- ev- every time."

A blush comes to his face and she chuckles. Her hand comes forward and pats his shoulder. She leans back and looks back to the pages before her, "You read a lot."

Ivor smiles, "I do."

"Why?"

The woman frowns. He tilts his head her way. She smiles at his ways, "I can- cannot spe- speak well."

"You sound lovely," he admits. The woman stutters, but not from speaking. She shakes her head, "I re- read be- be- better than I- I ta- talk."

He thinks for a moment and nods his head, "It makes you feel better?"

Ivor nods a little sheepishly. Kilug smiles and takes the book from her hands, "May I?"

The woman nods slowly, not sure what he's about to do. He looks at the page and starts from the top. Then he starts to read. It surprised her but soon she was leaning against the cushions and watching him. She studies his movements. Everything. It only makes her smile. At some point, she's not even listening. 

After the chapter, he turns towards her. He blushed from the look on her face, "Did I read okay?"

She nods. The woman moves towards him and brings him into a hug. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, "Th- thank you."

Kilug smiles and squeezes her a little, "I'll do it for as long as you'll have me."

Ivor shakes her head, "Idiot."

"That I am."

After that interaction, Kilug doesn't shy away from walking up to her. For months they talk and become closer. Sometimes he even spars with her. It makes her happy and he could always use the practice.

Approaching the field, he notices she's not there. Frowning, he enters the castle. Ornis comes running up to him, "Kilug?"

"What?"

His friend seems frantic, "It's Ivor."

He runs alongside his friend as he takes him toward the medical ward. Idi stands outside the door with his mother. She sighs, "She's in there."

"What happened to her?"

Kilug's hands won't stop shaking as he speaks to them. They notice.

Idi let a few years fall down her face, "Some orc had asked to spar. She thought nothing of it. But he wasn't even playing fair! He almost chopped her arm off!"

Kilug turns to Ornis. He nods, "We have him already."

He says nothing more as he walks past his friends and into the room. The medics now at his presence, "She should be fine, your highness."

"What's wrong?"

"Her arm is in bad shape. The gash was so deep we're surprised it didn't fall off," the king grimaces, "But she's a tough one."

Another medic cuts in, "She may not have all the feeling back on the lower end of her left arm though."

They bow once more before leaving the room. With a shaky sigh, he moved towards the bed. Her hair lays on the white pillow. It's a stark contrast that makes him smile.

Sitting next to her wakes her. Ivor looks up at him through blurry eyes, "Kilug?"

"I'm here, my love. I'm here."

She barely registers the endearment as she sits up some. Then she hisses, her arm hurting, "Th- that fu- fu- fucking hurts."

He chuckles. At least she had her humor still. He pulls her to his chest, "Are you alright?"

"I'm a- alive."

Kilug sighs and pulls back. The man reaches into his trousers and pulls something out. It's a necklace. Small green beans are the main focus but a rin hangs in the middle, "Wh- what's th- th- this?"

"I won't lie to you, Ivor. These past three moons you've changed my life. I couldn't bear the fact that you were injured. I may kill that orc with my bare hands..."

The woman chuckles, "But that made me realize how I can't live without. You may say you hate your voice but I want to listen to it for the rest of my days."

He moves to kneel on the floor beside her. He takes her hands in his own, "Marry me. Be my queen."

Ivor notices how he says my instead of our. The woman feels tears in her eyes. They fall but she makes no sound for some time. Her good hand cradles his cheek in her palm, "I love you."

The orc smiles and crashes up against her to meet her lips. Her hand tangles I'm his hair. He pulls away, "I wou- would l- l- love to m- marry y- you."

Kilug smiles, a tear falling down his face, "My lovely bride."

The redhead laughs and kisses him over more just before he places the necklace over her head.

As she heals, he barely leaves her side. Rehab becomes something she has to do towards the end. Her arm is still attached and still works but she had to train it back to what it once was. She can't feel much of anything below the elbow, but it still can be used.

Moving around the library, someone comes up and picks Ivor off of the floor in a sudden burst of energy.

The woman yells, but a welcoming and rememberable smell hits her nose. She turns to look down at her king and smiles, "H- hello."

Kilug lets her down some and places a kiss on her lips, "Hello, darling."

She still blushes at the nicknames but it only makes her happier. Much like the rest of the family was to the news of the engagement.

Her fingers tangle into his hair and push it out of his face. He nips st her fingers making her pop his cheek, "Stop."

"You know I can't help it."

He sets her down and she smiles, "Now wh- why are yo- you here?"

He smiles and winks, "You're arm feeling better?"

"Yes?"

"Good enough to get married in an hour?"

Her mouth hangs open wide, "Hey, close that mouth of yours."

He pushes her bottom jaw up and smirks as she rolls her eyes, "R- r- really?"

He nods, "Just us, Idi, my mother, your mother, and Ornis."

Ivor only smiles, "I d- don't ha- have an- any- anything to- to we- wear."

"Coming as you is good enough for me."

The woman smiles up at the orc and nods, "I- I'll me- meet you in a- an hour."

The king smirks wide and kisses her again, "Good. I plan to enjoy you tonight."

He leaves her with those words. The woman almost drops the book in her hand. She looks at it. It's a romance. She laughs as she puts it back on the shelf.

Idi grabs her within minutes, refusing to let her go in without something nice. Her mother stands there and chuckles as the two bicker, "Now, dear sister, we both know Kilug is rather large so-"

Ivor makes a loud noise and shushes her sister, "Th- that's not im- im- important!"

Their mother rolls her eyes, "Idi."

Idi shrugs, "You're my sister. My tall and strong sister. But Kilug is two feet taller than you! Be careful."

Ivor grumbles as her sister winks at her. The wedding is simple. Neither of them wanted anything grand anyway. In the end, they all serve themselves food and ale. They all realized Ornis rather enjoyed it a little too much.

Kilug, being his friend, helped him to his room before heading back to his own. Ivor was already there, sitting at the vanity in the room. Her knees were up to her chest as she wrote something.

He enters the room. She smiles his way before turning back to the letter, "What are you writing?"

She blocks his vision, "Yo- you can see l- l- later. It's n- not d- do- done."

Kilug smiles and nods, "Of course, dear. Now come to bed."

She shakes her head but is soon picked up from the vanity and taken toward the bathroom. He, with her still in his arms, starts the flowing water from the river. The bath fills with water as he sets his wife on the sink.

Ivor frowns but smiles regardless. Kilug moves between her legs. The redhead kisses his nose with a small chuckle. He growls and kisses her lips in retaliation.

Their lips move against one another before he leaves to stop the water. The woman hops off the sink and starts to discard her clothing. The orc turns and is met with tanned skin. She shakes her head to ruffle her hair.

His eyes trail along her naked body in awe. She turns to him and notices his staring. Ivor frowns and points to his own clothes. He laughs and starts to discard his own.

Her eyes widen when his pants drop but she only smiles at him. He approached her and pulls her up. He settled into the tub with her in his lap. Ivor frowns and pushes his face away playfully.

Her thighs lay on his own. It's plushy, he notices. And soft to the touch. His hands land on her hips, somewhere he usually settled then but this time it's different.

Her hips are wide to accommodate her larger thighs. Her waist is straight from her work. Muscle lays in her abdomen and arms. Her breasts lay against his chest. They're bigger than he thought but she also liked to layer her clothing.

He lays on her chest. The woman sighs and drags her fingers through his hair. 

The two of them wash each other in the quiet. Then his wife settled back into his lap and kisses him softly. The notion makes the orc moan into the kiss. She smirks and he notices.

"I love you," she mutters.

"And I, you, my love."

Her hands fall down to his stomach as they kiss. One stays at his chest while the other reaches down to his cock.

He flinches and bucks his hips, "Hey...you don't need to do that."

Ivor rolls her eyes, "I- I wa- want to- too."

Her hand barely wraps around it. But the weird angle is worth it when he moans out. Her fingers drag along it, bringing him closer.

His head falls back and she kisses his jaw. He makes a small groaning noise before grabbing her hand, "Wa- was th- that not oh- okay?"

"No," he states, "I didn't want to cum like that."

Ivor smiles and kisses him once again. One hand of his holds her neck while the other moves down her chest. She gasps as he drags over her nipple but his trail doesn't end. His fingers turn oddly as he searched for her clit. 

Her body jolts when he finds it. The woman whimpers and pushes away some but he holds her there. His thumb makes small but precise circles. Her body then starts to move on its own, humping into his hand. Kilug smiles and kisses her forehead.

He keeps going and her moans only increase. Such beautiful sounds, he thinks. "K- kilug."

He nods and holds her in his arms, "Please," he begs, "Cum for me."

His thumb pushes harder and she yelps. It both hurt and felt so nice at the same time. Ivor falls slack against his chest. He runs her back as she catches her breath.

She shivers from the cold water, "P- pick me u- up?"

The man smiles and takes her with him as they wander back to the bed. He lays her down on top of the furs and smiles as she does.

Her hands reach out for him and he willingly falls into her embrace. One of her hands moves down and grabs his cock in her hand. He shivers, "Hey..."

Her hand pulls him towards her slightly and aligns it with her entrance. Kilug smiles, "Are you sure?"

"M- more than a- ah- anything."

The king smiles and moves his arms around. He helps align with her entrance and pushes in. The first initial thrust makes her back arch. He groans as her chest collides with his own. She already feels full.

He pushes forward more and a wanton moan comes from her lips, "Please."

The man smiles and kisses her softly, "You okay?"

"Yes. Pl- please."

"Please what?" He teases.

She groans aloud and slaps him playfully. It makes him shiver and twitch inside of her. The woman smirks and wraps her legs around his middle, "M- my love, pl- pl- please."

Kilug smiles and pushes into her. Soon enough his thigh is touching her backside. She whines and holds onto him. Her sister was right. Ivor lets out a small chuckle and kisses his lips.

"Want me to move?"

"Please."

He does. The first thrust tests the waters and she moans lightly. That's not enough. He pulls out and pounds forward. A loud moan exits her lips. He smirks and moves to her neck. He lays his neck in the crook of her shoulder as he pounds into her.

Her voice heightens as she mutters words. Small jumbles of words come out of her mouth. He does hear a few "I love you"s and "harder". The man smirks and takes her legs and pulls them over his shoulders.

Her back arches as she moans into his mouth. Her hands reach his back and hold onto him. He smiles as her nails drag painful lines down his back. He'd be proud to wear those for the rest of his life.

Ivor whimpers and holds onto him, "Love?"

"Hm?"

She grabs his head and keeps him close, "I- l- love yo- you s- s- so mu- much. You- you're the- the be- best th- th- thing t- to hap- happen to m- me."

It takes her a minute to get it all out, but it only makes tears form in his eyes. Kilug wraps one arm under her and keeps her to his chest. He kneels up, holding her upright in his arms. 

She moans and holds onto his face. They kiss with a fever as he bucks up into her. She grinds into him as they go. Her head falls back as she feels her climax approaching. His head falls forward and kisses along her collarbones, "I love you."

"I love y- you too," she whispers back.

One more thrust and a thumb to her clit has her screaming into thin air. She convulses a little as he thrusts into her, helping her high and reaching his. She can feel him cum. It's warm and it makes her smile. Her hands hold her body against his as they both breathe heavily.

Kilug falls forward slowly and lets her lay back on the covers. He rolls onto his side and watches her breathe. Her breasts move up and down with her movements.

Ivor turns to him and smiles. Her bad hand cradles his face and rubs small circles over his cheek with her thumb.

He kisses her hand before pulling her towards him. She lays on top of him completely as they bathe in the afterglow.

Her hand lays on his chest, drawing patterns, "Darling?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you want to clean up?"

Ivor shrugs, "W- wait. I wa- want to feel you."

He smiles and pulls her up to his face. The redhead smiles and kisses him, "A- are y- you pre- pre- prepared for- for the con- conse- consequences?"

It dawns on him and he chuckles. She joins in and shakes her head, "I am as long as you are."

Ivor smiles, "If it d- deals wit- with you, I- I don't m- m- mind."

The king smiles and pulls his queen down to lay beside her. Within the next year, however, two babies are born on a stormy night.

Then came Isiaha and Lynoi: the heirs to the throne. One temperamental princess and a powerful prince.

On that stormy night, the woman spoke a verse. Something they would share for years: "I love you."

The orc then repeated the same verse, yet only with a bigger smile and a baby in his arms: "And I love you, my dear."

#monster #monsters #monster boyfriend #monster romance #female protagonist #male love interest #orc #orc romance #stuttering #character with stutter

[ruki--mukami]

he is right.. people don't just, simply blush at something like this. A truly straight person would find this weird right? Wouldnt be interested at all, no matter how attractive the guy is. He has never been approached like this before and it basically froze him. He was still not sure what to say, Ruki truly made him question himself.

"Ruki, Well I..."he couldnt possibly respond to his confession now- his brain was cluttered. He needed time. He needed to breathe. Maybe for a few days? Does he truly like him or is he just in shock of the moment? He was not sure... but he was sure that his last set of words made him weirdly panic. "Wha- no, look-..." a defeated sigh. Not to Ruki, to his own feelings. "I'd.. like to have a dinner with you.." was his simple answer.

"Alright. I won't pressure you—not now, at least. Dinner it is."

A triumphant grin bloomed on his visage as the other male agreed to his date proposal at the Mukami manor. The Vampire internally rejoiced that he did not need to exercise brute force just yet, instead contemplating many options for what meals he would cook for his dear 'friend,' hoping they'd be more than simple confidants after a stay at the extravagant abode. Settling for a light pat on the shoulder, sincere mirth glowed in his sapphire blue hues, replacing the storms.

"You're awfully cute when you falter your words like that, you know. I'll patiently await your answer until after dinner is done and over with, then. Come to think of it, you haven't tasted the full extent of my cooking, have you? Well, you're certainly in for a treat. Let's meet together tomorrow after school and then head home together."

Releasing his hand from the other's shoulder, Ruki reduced the volume of his voice to a surreptitious tone before departing the library.

"Aside from the food, there is something else of vital import I'd like to confess to you. It may surprise you, but I wish to be transparent from here forward. After all," a faint blush dusted his pallor, "you and I are quite close now."

#straight #diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp #male love interest #(( this was cute HAHAHA SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY ))

[chosenimagines]

my protagonists are nameless for two months now 

i freaking hate it

#writer #female writers #writing #creative writing #fiction writing #novel writing #writer problems #female protagonist #male love interest #nameless #naming characters #writer's struggles #author #author's struggles #watty #Wattpad #wattpad writer #watty writer

[enden-k]

on my knees for the cowboy cyborg and the space knight 🌹

#yes argenti is actually my favorite male hsr character w ratio LMFAO I NEVER TALK ABT HIM BUT i love him sm #and i got way too interested in this rarepair so aughh #argenhill #honkai star rail #argenti #boothill #own art #sketch #knight of beauty and feral galaxy ranger....love #their tag is gunsnroses and its so funny and fitting but i dont wanna put it there #considering its an actual band and i dont wanna clog that lolol

[cryptidjeepers]

Actually so fucked up that the x files continues to be one of the few shows ive watched where the relationship between the male and female protagonists feel real to me. Like they arent just love interests from the get go. The romantic subtext isnt as important as their platonic relationship most of the time. Mulder is protective of scully because shes his friend. He checks in on her but it never feels like shes being belittled. She feels comfortable speaking her opinion without fearing that mulder will be condescending to her. Idk it just makes me feel safe to watch as a female viewer, knowing there is this respect between the main characters. That these characters actually care about each other. Very refreshing for a 30 year old tv show

#i hope i explained this right? i just feels like a lot of male protagonists have this vibe of wanting or needing something from the female #or the female character is straight up just a love interest or this poor baby that needs to be protected #or the opposite where the female character just wants something from the guy and diesnt actually care #and you're supposed to root for them but they clearly dont care about each other #im tired im sorry #x files #the x files #tv show writers please make your characters actually like each other

[ystrike1]

The Love-Interest Prince Completely Changed When I Made A Meta Comment About My Reincarnation! - By Overkill (8/10)

A proposal from a prince. Happily ever after. Being reincarnated in an otome game. It all sounds so easy, but guilt takes hold of our heroine. She admits the truth. She's a liar. A manipulator who used secret information to gain affection from a man who doesn't truly know her. She confesses and falls into a trap

Mai has taken the place of a character named Sophie. Sophie is beautiful, refined, smart and popular. Mai had to work really hard to pretend to be Sophie. Without her in-game knowledge she would have been doomed!

She cheated, and she knows it.

The inevitable proposal comes. She made it. She collected enough game points to capture the crown prince. She will become the most decorated lady...wait? What happens after the game ends? This particular game was rated G. It was for younger readers. It wasn't very complicated. Marriage was the end. She's not sure if she can handle being queen, and she can't keep collecting affection points after the last scene. Mai thinks Prince Albert will never love her underneath her cheat codes. She's just a loser holding up a beautiful puppet shaped like Sophie.

She admits it with pain in her heart. She thinks Prince Albert would be a great husband, but lies are not a great foundation for a relationship. She babbles a bit, and she accidentally makes it sound like being with him is troublesome. She does literally say he's not suitable for her.

He, naturally, assumes she was just playing with his feelings.

Bear in mind.

Prince Albert just proposed to Sophia. He wants to make her his political and romantic partner. He has spent years agonizing over this important political and personal decision. Sophia isn't even the ideal bride. He had to prepare himself to take on extra hardship, just to get the right to marry her.

He was the perfect gentleman the entire time.

Mai says she's going back.

She can't keep living in a lie.

She doesn't want to chase after Sophia forever.

Prince Albert admits he doesn’t just want her because she's the best woman. She's not a cute doll to him. The game suddenly turns R18 real quick.

He was acting like a gentleman. He's been wanting to make their relationship official for a while. He's possessive. He's been watching her. Being overly polite has been killing him.

When she blows off his feelings he confesses it all.

He likes her vulnerable side. He became obsessed after she changed. She became someone he wanted to hang out with and have fun with.

That's actually super sweet, but he's very angry. His prince mask falls apart completely, and he makes her admit it. He makes her say that she wants him, over and over, until he is satisfied.

It doesn't matter if she thinks she's unworthy of him.

He's been waiting for her.

He's repressed.

Slightly boring backstory but it's passable.

He asks for her real name and their romance begins for real. No need to worry about affection points.

He's all hers.

#The Love-Interest Prince Completely Change When I Made A Meta Comment About My Reincarnation! #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #otome games #otome #otome isekai

[running-with-kn1ves]

Drabble #2

"Don't worry, we still have 15 more minutes."

"Y-yes but this is supposed to be a budgetary meeting!"

The man kissed your neck, avoiding your protests as he snaked his arms around you. He nipped at your ear and pressed his chest up against your back.

"Sir please--"

Hastily he undid two buttons on your shirt-- but only two. It was enough room for him to slither his hand inside your clothing. Your boss grabbed at anything he could, daring to go lower as you squeaked. He sucked tenderly at the flesh of your shoulder, grinding hard up against you.

#plz these are so easy and get out my ideas so easily #i Really enjoy drabbles but feel so strict on them!! #reader insert #x reader #writing #self insert #kn1ves rants #romance #fanfiction #male x reader #boss x reader #office romance #male love interest #ceo x reader #sub reader #drabble #steamy drabble #100 word drabble #kn1ves drabbles #knives drabbles

[illithidactivities]

Rolan giving me what none of the real male options are giving me which is “grump who whimpers/moans into his partner’s mouth the first time they kiss bc he is so touch starved”

Gale comes close but his confidence and hubris and experience with a literal goddess isn’t the same as “I’m not sure if this man has ever even held hands with anyone before”

#bg3 #bg3 Rolan #is uh. is having a thing for ‘virgin’ male love interests problematic fjdkd #bc if so. oops lol

[s-aint-elmo]

i am not immune to a gelphie dynamic. i am extremely vulnerable to a gelphie dynamic. i will follow a gelphie dynamic into a suspicious wine cellar, my jester’s hat jingling gleefully all the while

ID: a set of digital sketches of wednesday addams and enid sinclair in various sets of the casual clothes they wear in the show. in each, enid beams brightly while wednesday either deadpans or glowers at her or the viewer. one: enid giddily leans far into a seated wednesday’s personal space, nose almost touching her cheek, while wednesday, cheek propped up on a fist, leans away and regards her with a subtly raised brow. two: enid and wednesday sit side by side in their matching snoods, wednesday with one leg propped up and enid cross-legged, her head on wednesday’s shoulder. three: the same as two, but with enid’s finale scars added. four: enid playfully sits astride wednesday’s lap, arms around her neck and visible leg kicked straight out, while wednesday supports her with both arms around the waist. five: a collage of the reference pictures used for each pose with an accompanying link each. end ID.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday 2022 #doodles #mine #sooo unfortunate that wenclair went as far as to include the vastly less interesting male love interest(s) component of gelphie #but that's what the ao3 tag and wenclair generals jenna and emma's shenanigans are for #the rest of wednesday i could take or leave but enid's dcom ass has enamored me. she's cringe and i love her

[ruki--mukami]

"mm, yeah, I like being alone. In the silance, you know? Nothing to listen but the voice in my head as I read. Its sort of comforting." He simply replies, curious on what is his reason to approach and say these words. The topic of reccomending books made him smirk. "For sure. I like your taste in books." But the look on his face suddenly turned into one of shock by the second as ruki confesses how no other man made him feel this way. Is he seriously getting confessed to in a library right now?

He was.. well, baffled. Shocked. Ruki had feelings. For him? How and why? He could barely focus on his words, that is until, he grabs him by the chin and forces eye contact. And immediate thought in his brain that he will spit out once Ruki is done talking 'im straight, im straight, what, im straight!' Although, the blush on his face begged to differ. How close they were burned his face. He never felt attracted to a man before but, Ruki was... pretty attractive..

"Wha.. dude- Im- a-uh.." he is already stuttering. Why is he suddenly nervous? He could not even maintain eye contact. "I-I well- I like girls, bud.." does he..? His heart does beat pretty fast right now. Has he ever questioned his sexuality before? No, because he had no reason to. But now, Ruki is all up in his face and it makes his mind blurry.

"Likewise. There is no better pastime than reading in peace and tranquility, alone with your thoughts and musings, I must admit. Though lately I find myself longing to sit beside a certain companion as I do so… Which is quite unusual of me. Care to guess why that is?" He questioned with a bit of seductive humor to his lilt. "Well, the answer should be obvious by now."

Had he still been human, an excited pound would've quaked his heart like a magnitude at the sight of his infatuation blushing from their proximity. Face florid, flushed stammers, everything Ruki adored in a man he intended to make his own, though whether they could be in a loving, committed relationship or in a more coerced Master and prey dynamic lied in the human's hands. Despite his embarrassment, the Vampire knew it was a lot for the human to comprehend, patiently awaiting a response as he maintained the intensity of his gaze into the other's dazed hues.

"Don't 'dude' me. I want to hear you address me sincerely this time. No undesired nicknames between us; that is, unless you'd like me to assign you one in return."

For a moment, the Vampire wondered just how honest his friend was being in terms of his romantic orientation. Indeed, he had seen the other converse joyfully with women in the past, but now it was just the two of them, alone in the isolated library as if the rest of the world ceased to exist.

"Somehow, I doubt you're interested in girls only. People don't blush at a mere encounter like this. Especially when I could've taken it much further long ago," a pleased hum left Ruki as he clutched the other's chin, closing the distance between them. "I'll give you one last chance to be honest with me. How do you feel about you and I being more than just simple confidants? If you keep insisting your preference for women, then I'm afraid you don't leave me much of a choice."

#straight #diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp #male love interest #(( yes that's a tag now HAHAHA ))

[mwagneto]

rtd having to fight tooth and nail in the 2000s to put anything gay in dr who and in the process making scifi gay enough that now in the 2020s he can just do whatever the fuck he wants. they literally put the doctor flirting with a man IN THE TRAILER i'm gonna pass away

#the way I've been manifesting/predicting moc doctor with a male love interest since at least 2017 and now i get to have it. for free. #media made for me specifically!!!!!! barking and chewing and biting #like that's literally how they're marketing it. where torchwood literally had to straightbait to #balance out the . well yknow . now they just get to put it in da trailer AS A DRAW. #doctor who #15th doctor

[edwinas]

How To Date Billy Walsh is about a dark skinned Tamil Indian girl being the lead in a romcom which is always a story worth telling. stop conveniently brushing that aside and hiding behind the movie not being "progressive enough." all you're doing is following a long tradition of fandom racism which dismisses the main girl of colour in favour of shipping two white boys. use critical thinking for once.

#how to date billy walsh #amelia brown #charithra chandran #billy walsh #sebastian croft #tanner buchanan #archibald arnold #ship who you want idc #but don't brush and entire movie aside #because the brown girl has male love interests #and you find that overrated

[mudfire]

'thing missed you' - to enid

'the bees missed you' - to eugene

wednesday unable to say she misses them herself </3

#wenclair #tagging as wenclair bc i dont want to hear if she did something similar to the male love interests dont come for me

[thundergrace]

June 10, 2023

During a recent interview at The OCS Conclave 2023, Hayter said the love story between Ava and Beatrice, one of the main attractions of the show, was written in secret since the platform wanted to ban it.

“We wanted to have love stories. And it was just about treating everybody as human beings,” he said. “And then when Avatrice [Ava and Beatrice] became the prime sort of shipping object, it just felt right that that was something we would pursue. But our executive at Netflix was uncomfortable with sex on any level, and was like, ‘No…we’re not going to do this Avatrice thing.’ And Simon Barry and I were like, ‘Yeah we are!'”

He added: “Sara Walker, who directed the first two episodes of season 2 and a couple episodes in season 1, she came in and she read the script. And she said, ‘Oh, so we’re not gonna go with the Avatrice storyline?’ And we’re like, ‘No, we are. We just can’t put it in the script. So every time you see ‘she loves her like a friend,’ just understand that’s the story we’re telling.’ So we didn’t tell Netflix what we were doing. But we felt that was the key relationship, and that’s what the audience wanted to see.”

#warrior nun #avatrice #not Netflix had writers 'queer coding' shit in goddamn 2022! #if you're a queer person who still has Netflix why? #this is bullshit #because Ava surely had a male love interest within the first fucking five minutes of the show #while goddamn traumatized #so make it make sense (without homophobia)