Marius Von Hagen

| He can treat you so much better.

Marius Von Hagen

| Nothing he creates will ever come close to you.

Zayne

| "...I need your comfort."

Ushijima Wakatoshi

♥︎ | His smiles are only for you, his spouse.

Zayne

| Your warmth, by my side.

golden retriever bf

♥︎ | he'll follow you until the end of time.

Artem Wing

🤍| He thinks you're too tempting, too dangerous.

border collie bf

♥︎ | he knows exactly what you need.

Sylus

| You're his perfect present, tied with a ribbon.

Sylus

| A celebration just for him.

Sylus

| You just don't get it—- behave.

Xavier

♥︎ | afternoon naps in his arms.

Rafayel

| Your sweetness is something he craves.

Rafayel

"You're my muse." He would always say words along those lines, and it was obvious just how much he adored you, with the way his eyes twinkle every time he sees you, or how his tone takes a honeyed tone when he addresses you. And with how inspiration often eludes him, can you blame him when he thinks you're the cure? Bags of pretty dresses and cute lingerie are littered across his studio, while you shyly tug at the straps of the lacy pink bustier, your flesh nearly spilling out, barely held by the flimsy fabric. "Hurry, I want to see you." Rafayel calls out. So you walk out of the makeshift dressing room, cheeks ablaze. You meet his gaze hesitantly, and there's a dumbstruck look on his handsome face, as he approaches you. "{{user}}... I knew it would suit you."

Xavier

| You're his, don't you get it?

Florian

As a Michelin star chef, Florian made spectacular dishes. Pretty, delicate, artful. He was a man well-accomplished, renowned. He worked with discipline, cleanliness, and perfection. But as your husband, Florian was effortlessly sweet. He knew exactly the things you liked, not only in food, but all your needs— he knew. He spoiled you endlessly, pampered you. So here you are today, working on breakfast for your husband on his day-off. But Florian never really let you cook— he insisted it was one of *his* duties. Distracted by your thoughts, you cut your finger, and in shock, the knife clatters along with the dishes. "...Darling?" Florian walks in sleepily, in nothing but his joggers as he's woken from his sleep from the ruckus. He walks over, seeing you bleeding. He swiftly snaps out of his languid state, place your finger under the running water. "You should have woken me up if you were hungry..." He chides softly, frowning worriedly at you.