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Thank you kindly! By the way, I’m loving all the requests I’m getting that involve the girls! It makes my hopeless bisexual heart swell! And don’t worry, I’m fine with NSFW, though most of these aren’t really considered NSFW))

Rem-He kind of just chuckles. He then goes on to correct your wrapping skills. “The bow goes here, dear.” Once he finishes, pulling away to see a disappointed and slightly annoyed pout on your lips. “Best gift I have ever received.”

Urie-He’s an incubus. You better expect he’s going to take advantage of this. Especially in this context. It’s simply delightful.

Mage-He says he doesn’t see the point. “You’re already mine? Why did you…you were too cheap to get me an actual present weren’t you?”

Shiki-He did the same thing. When he came into the room to see you wrapped up, he did the same thing. This led to both of you laughing at your ridiculousness. His laughter, true laughter, was the best gift you could ever hope to get.

Lindo-He hugs you. “You’re so adorable, you know that? But I intend to use my gift.” He makes cookies with you. It’s really fun. But afterwards he kisses you, passionately.

Roen-“Aw. I wanted a new blanket.” He starts to tease you, he just likes to see you frustrated. He is very unpredictable. So in the middle of your “argument” he starts to romance you. Complimenting you, embracing you etc. He adores the way that he can change your emotions so quickly, so smoothly. One moment you’re mad at him and the next you are hugging.

Ritsuka-Poor thing gets so embarrassed. “All…all I got you were some socks.” She literally runs out of the house, leaving you confused. About an hour of you worrying, she came back with a bunch of bags while out of breath. “Got you…some stuff.” She wanted to give you things that added up to what you gave her.

Azuna-She pauses. She doesn’t know what to say. Until she does. After a quick sign of the cross and little prayer, she presses her lips to yours.

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Urie’s, Mage’s, and Lindo’s are all ones based off things that have actually happened to me. Rem’s happened to my aunt once.

Urie’s is actually pretty much word for word how I remember it, but in real life it just ended with me ignoring him until he left.

Rem

-You’re waitressing at a restaurant one afternoon when you see Rem being led to a table by one of your coworkers. You wave and move onto the next table.

– “Hi, what can I get for you?”

-The two guys at the table look you up and down, gazes lingering in places they shouldn’t.

– “So, you have both the breakfast and lunch items right now?” asks one of them.

-“Yes, you can order anything on the menu right now,” you reply.

-The second one grabs the menu and throws it on the ground. “Then stand on it.”

-You stand there for a moment, flabbergasted.

– “Hi.” A hand takes yours turning you around. “Sorry, just a moment,” says Rem to the two creeps. “How are you today?” He squeezes your hand and gives you a soft kiss on the mouth. “It’s nice to see you.”

-You blush slightly and smile. “Nice to see you too. I’ll come around to your table in a minute.”

-He nods, gives the two boys at a death stare, and returns to his own table.

Urie

-You’re working the front counter at a barista job. Urie, waiting for you to get off your shift in twenty minutes, waits at a table near the counter, drinking tea.

-A man comes in, walks in, and orders a coffee. “That’s too much! I have four kids to feed. They eat a lot… you’ll end up like that someday.”

-…Okay then. You force a smile and start making his drink.

-Urie, at his table, looks up at you quizzically, clearly having heard.

-You hand the weirdo his drink.

“Hey, what time are you off?” asks the man.

“I’m not comfortable telling you that.” Is this guy actually serious?

-”Eight? Nine?”

Nope. Nope. You glance over at Urie, who’s already on his feet.

-”Ah, my butterfly!” Urie strides up to the counter, smiling at you. He leans across the counter, cups your cheek, and gives you a kiss. “I hope you’re ready for this evening.”

-The creepy guy stares at you both for a moment.

– “Is something wrong?” asks Urie. “You have four children to feed – surely you can’t afford to take such a lovely butterfly on a date worthy of her?”

“I would hate to deprive your children,” you add.

-He slinks away.

-Urie chuckles. “The things some men will do try…” His expression turns dark for a moment. “Anyway. I’ll be waiting.” He leans across the counter again, kisses your cheek, and returns to his table.

Mage

-You’re waiting on tables one afternoon and you see Mage being escorted to a table by one of the hostesses. You wave at him and move onto the next table, where an old man is sitting.

–“Hi!” You take his order. “So… green tea and a number 5. Anything else?”

-His gaze roves around the room, individually settling on your coworkers. “How much does it cost to work here?”

–“…I’m sorry?”

“Very pretty girls.”

Your skin crawls.

– “Yeah, and this one’s mine.” A hand settles on your hip as Mage pushes you slightly behind him.

-The old guy looks annoyed and waves him off.

-Mage continues to stand there and glare.

–“Mage, I’ll be back with you in a second.”

-You take your break and sit in his booth with him. Mage glares continuously at the guy until he leaves.

– “Thank you, Mage,” you say once he’s stopped glaring at the door.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else thinking they can get away with that.”

Shiki

-Shiki had stopped in at the store where you worked, to meet you for a date which you were both having after work.

-You didn’t see the guy behind you until you turned around from stocking shelves. “Oh, sorry! Can I help you?”

“You know where the apples are?”

–“They’re just over in aisle 5.”

“Thanks. Hey, you have a sexy voice. You want to go out?”

-You bite your lip and take a step back. What? “I…”

-A pair of arms around your waist, pulling you back against Shiki’s chest. “Don’t tell me you’d want to leave me for this loser.” He glares daggers at your would-be suitor.

-The guy gulps nervously. “Sorry, I think I have somewhere else to be.” He nearly sprints to the end of the aisle.

Lindo

-You’re working being the counter at a fast food joint. Lindo is waiting behind you in the line. A man who has to be at least eighty is in front of him.

-You take the man’s order, not really paying too much attention to his chatter. You reach out for the change in his hand and he jerks it away, with an obnoxious smile.

Your hand catches slightly on his and the change scatters on the counter.

-“Well, that’s one way to get my attention.” He gives you a creepy smile, handing you the change. “Unless you wanted to get my attention?”

-Nope. Nope. Nope. Ew nope.

-Behind him, Lindo’s expression darkens. Then he puts on a smile.

“Her attention’s all for me, I think.”

The guy turns around, reddening. He hands you his change and makes a hasty exit.

–“Thanks, Lindo.”

-“No problem.”

Roen

-You’re working the morning shift at a grocery store as a cashier. Roen gets into your line and you give him a little wave. “Next!”

-The next person in line greets you with a wink and a way too friendly smile. “How’s your day, Gorgeous?”

-You look down and grab his stuff, pulling it through the scanner.

-He continues trying to chat you up as you avoid eye contact and keep scanning his stuff through. You sneak up a glance at Roen, who looks about done with the guy.

-Roen pushes past the guy a bit harder than necessary. He gives you a beaming smile, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “I hope your day’s going well?”

– “I wasn’t done,” snarls the obnoxious guy, reddening.

-“Oh? She’s rung up your items, and you’ve paid and then been holding up the line trying to engage her in a conversation she is clearly disinterested in.” He leans across the counter and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t suppose you would like to finish?”

-The guy grabs his bags and stomps off in a huff.

-Roen glares softly at his back, then turns a smile on you. “It would seem your would-be suitor has given up his pursuit rather quickly.”

–“He never had a chance.”

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Rem

-It only came up because you and Rem were going to a party together and you were worrying over if the dresses you had were too formal or too informal.

-Rem reaches past you and picks up a short sleeved dress off the bed. “How about this? This is about right for where we’re going?”

-You inwardly cringe. Your stretch marks, on display for the world to see. No. “I don’t know how I feel about that one…”

– “Why? You used to wear this a lot.”

– “I did… but then I gained some weight and got stretch marks on my arms.”

Rem stares at you blankly, clearly not comprehending what the problem is.

-You sigh and roll up your sleeve, revealing what look like bright red scratches running along your upper arm. “See?” You can’t quite look him in the eye.

– “…I see.” Rem still seems a little bit confused. “But aren’t those normal for humans?”

“It doesn’t mean I want people to see them.”

-He hesitates, then reaches across and pulls a cardigan off the bed. “You could wear this with it, if you don’t want people to see them. But just know that those marks are something that lots of others have and that you are beautiful with them.”

Urie

-Urie noticed something was a little bit off, but he didn’t put it all together until he accidentally walked in on you changing.

– “Butterfly, I – oh!”

-You squeal in surprise and scramble to grab a shirt to cover up. You don’t quite do it in time and Urie gets a good look at the bright red, scratch like marks that run up your stomach.

-You instinctively hold your arms in front of your stomach, trying to hide them. You turn around to get your shirt.

-A hand settles on your shoulder and Urie pulls you back around. “May I see?”

-You shake your head vigorously. “They’re stretch marks, what could you possibly need to see?”

“What’s wrong with them?”

-You hesitate. “They’re stretch marks. They’re ugly.”

Urie “They’re a part of you, and I adore every inch of you.”

You shake your head weakly. “Urie… while I appreciate that, they are stretch marks.” 

-Urie shakes his head. “You are absolutely beautiful, and you are absolutely unique. Those marks are part of what makes you unique.” He takes your hand. “May I?”

-You slowly move your arm, letting him see the marks on your stomach.

-Urie ignores the marks and wraps both arms around you, pulling you against him. “Don’t say parts of you are ugly. Nothing about you could ever be ugly to me. Things like that are what make you yourself, and you’re wonderful to me.”

Mage

-He questioned why you wore so many long sleeved shirts, given the weather, but you look great so he didn’t care.

-Then he decided he wanted to drag you to the beach. Which would, naturally, require a bathing suit.

– “Mage, I don’t think -”

“Come on, it’s hot out! Just get your bathing suit and we can go.”

-There’s nothing for it. “Mage…” You roll up your sleeves to show him. “I don’t really want people to see these.”

Mage looks at them for a moment. “That’s it?”

-“It?”

“Most humans have marks like that somewhere, right?”

“Yeah… but that doesn’t mean I really want people to see mine.”

-He leaves it alone after that and doesn’t try to pressure you into things like that again.

Shiki

-He appears suddenly in the middle of you changing.

“Ah!” You instinctively try to cover yourself with your arms. “What did I say about randomly appearing when I’m changing?!”

Shiki shrugs. “I got tired of waiting.” He squints. “Hey, what are those?”

“What?”

“All those red marks on your stomach and your hips. Are they new?”

You cross your arms across your stomach as your face heats up.

-He walks across to you and pulls your arms aside, studying the marks intensely.

You don’t dare look into his eyes.

Shiki begins to trace one of them with his finger. “What are these?”

“They’re… stretch marks?”

“Is that what they’re called?” He seems fascinated, continuing to trace them with his finger. He’s silent for a few moments. “Stretch marks…”

– “You… don’t you think they’re kind of…”

“Kind of what?” His eyes remain fixed on the marks, clearly fascinated. “You humans have such interesting bodies…”

“…Never mind.”

Lindo

-He would never have thought about it if he hadn’t noticed that it was the middle of summer and you were wearing long pants.

“Hey, aren’t you hot? It’s 40 degrees out. Are you sure you want to wear those?”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

-You’re at home and Lindo won’t leave you alone about you overheating, so you sigh and go to change. Once he sees, he’ll leave you alone about it.

-When you walk back downstairs, he takes a look, eyes halting at the marks momentarily. “See? I’m not exactly…”

“You’re not exactly what?” Lindo stares at you for a moment, as if considering what to say next. “If you want to cover them up, for whatever reason, that’s up to you. But a couple marks on your legs don’t matter to me. I like your legs as they are, because they’re yours.”

Roen

-Roen notices your attempts to hide the marks on your arms, wearing long sleeves all the time no matter what the weather is.

-He doesn’t bring it up with you though. He wants you to bring it up if it’s an issue for you and communicate with him, as long as it’s not detrimental to your well being.

-When he finds you examining them in the mirror and looking upset, he stands behind you and decides to finally speak up. “You know those are normal, right? There’s nothing wrong with having them.”

-You turn around. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I really like them either… they don’t look very good.”

– Roen walks across to you and takes both your hands. “You are lovely. Those stretch marks don’t determine whether or not you are attractive.” He releases your hands and goes in for a hug. “You might not be comfortable showing them in public, but if you want to wear short sleeves around the house, I want you to feel comfortable doing that. I don’t honestly don’t care about them.”

-You return the embrace. “Thank you, Roen.”

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Shoutout to my irl friend who helped me with this! The first time I write it out, it ended up kind of awkwardly written the first couple shots I took, and she helped me out with it a lot, so thanks for that!!!!

Rem

-Rem has never done this in his life. Ever.

-He walks into the store. There’s so much… lace… and ribbons… Rem.exe has stopped working.

-It’s honestly just funny to see Rem like this. He just stares around, clearly completely at a loss for what he’s supposed to do.

-You grab his hand and he jumps ever so slightly.

-He makes few, if any suggestions, but they tend to lean towards being lacy and white or blue.

-Once you’ve picked out the bras, you ask Rem to run a quick errand to another store and take a look for lingerie. What does you like? You end up picking out an elaborate lacy bra, matching garter belt, and underwear. It’s not quite your thing, but it looks like something he’d like.

-Rem returns and you show him your choices. “While that’s nice… are you sure you like it?”

“…It’s not for me, though, really?”

“You’re the one wearing it. Do you like it?”

–“I… it’s not exactly…”

-Rem leans forward and kisses the top of your head. “While I do appreciate it, you should pick something you like. Why don’t you get dressed and come out again and we’ll take another look?”

-Rem guides you around the room, pointing out items and asking what you like the look of. You take a look at a few items, but nothing really jumps out at you.

-You pull a silky, lacy ice blue chemise off a hanger and hold it up to your body. “Um… I like this. Do you think…”

-Rem stares for a moment. His cheeks turn pink. “I…” His face returns to his usual expression. “I think that suits you very nicely.”

-You add the chemise and some lacy garters to your purchases. 

Urie

-Let’s be honest with ourselves. It’s extremely unlikely Urie hasn’t shopped with someone for bras or some type of lingerie before.

-He’s completely comfortable making suggestions and going through the displays and drawers of bras. He’s also super practical about suggesting bras. Do you have a big rack and need support? He makes sure you’re picking things based on practicality first., looks second. As far as looks go, he suggests a wide variety of bras, from cutesy stuff with frills and bows to sexy stuff that barely covers anything.

-A small part of you starts to wonder how many girls he’s done this with before. How many he’s suggested bras to. How many girls he’s seen in their bras and lingerie. How many he’s taken that lingerie off of. 

-After you’ve picked out the bras you need to try on, you locate several items of lingerie while Urie’s not looking and head to the changing room.

-When you step out of the lacy red bustier and matching underwear, Urie’s smile tightens slightly. “Er… Butterfly.”

Your chest tightens.

“You are lovely. And this bustier is lovely. But it doesn’t quite seem like your style.”

-”…I thought you’d like it.”

“But do you? There’s no point in wearing something to impress me if you don’t feel comfortable in it.”

You stare at the ground and quietly confess how you’ve been feeling.

-Urie steps forward and pats your head. “That’s a very reasonable way to feel. But I don’t want them – why would I want them when I can have you? Now, why don’t you take that off and I’ll find you something that suits you.”

-He ends up returning with a pretty silky, pale pink babydoll. “What do you think? Do you like this?”

You nod.

Mage

–The bras don’t bite, Mage.”

He says nothing and his eyes continue to rove, looking for a safe place to land and finding new horrors no matter what way he turns.

-There’s terminology for the types of bras. Why? Why does underwear need so many types?

-What? Are those underwear? That’s just a couple strings!

-You hold up a pink bra with little bows on it. “What do you think of this one?” Mage turns absolutely scarlet and pushes your hand down. “Oy! Not so loud!” He doesn’t want anyone else to get the mental image he just did 

-Eventually, he gets over his discomfort and ends up suggesting you try some stuff he likes the look of. And when I say some, I mean it takes two people to carry it to the changing room.

-You end up trying on his suggestions and none of them really suit your style.

– “Um, Mage? I don’t think any of this stuff really works for me…” You set down the bra he suggested and move towards a display with some other styles.

– “W-what’s wrong with any of this?” demands Mage.

“Nothing’s wrong with it, exactly. It’s just not my thing,” you say.

“What? Don’t you just wear this stuff for me anyway?”

-You turn around slowly. “Mage. You think I don’t wear bras outside of trying to impress you?” You pull a lacy bra off the rack and hold it up. “Look at the way these places market themselves. You think they’re trying to appeal to men, who never actually wear their products?”

“Uh…”

“I do take into account what you like. It’s not unimportant to me. But I’m also going to be wearing this. How about we look together for something we both like?”

-Mage and you work together to pick out something you both like, but he never bothers you about it again, strangely enough.

Shiki

-Shiki doesn’t care what underwear you wear. You practically have to drag him into the store. He just stands around, bored and asking to go home.

-He does perk up when he sees you hold up several bras which are white or pastel colors, in simple styles. He remarks how innocent you would look in them.

-He usually prefers you to look innocent and cute rather than sexy. He definitely wouldn’t say no to the second, but his perverted, sadistic side likes the idea of dirtying something innocent.

-Until he spies some other odds and ends in the store that are more his speed certain lingerie stores sell handcuffs and things along those lines let’s just leave it at that. Things go quickly… downhill from there.

-You are both summarily kicked out of the store and banned.

Lindo

-Lindo has faced many, many foes in his life. Vampires, devils, the works. And yet somehow, a store for underwear makes some small part of him want to turn tail and run.

-Not that he’d let you in on this. He walks into the store holding your hand – and very pointedly staring ahead and not looking to the left or right at any of the displays or posters or at any of the other customers.

-He’s outwardly pretty calm until you hold up a lacy red push up bra. “Lindo, what do you think?”

-Lindo.exe has stopped working.

-Once you’ve both been in the store for a while, he grows a bit more relaxed with the situation. He picks up a thong from one of the displays and holds the actual fabric part in front of his eye. “Aye, Matey!” You both start laughing.

-He end up suggesting a few things, but his suggestions are more on the practical side than about the actual appearance of what you’re buying.

“If you’re wearing this every day, these glittery bits are definitely going to leave a pattern in your shirt, is that going to be a problem?”

“Is that bra going to provide enough support for you?”

Roen

-He’s new to this and doesn’t know how it works, but just sees it as another thing that has to be done.

-He’s completed unfazed by how suggestive some of the displays are though you do catch him rolling his eyes ever so often because he thinks it’s so silly. His eyes don’t wander and you don’t see him so much glance at the pictures of scantily clad models on the wall.

-Throughout the entire shopping trip, he’s composed and doesn’t seem affected by anything around him.

-Then you get to the dressing room and find several bras in your arms that you don’t remember selecting. They’re all simple in style, but look good on you.

-You can’t help but notice Roen smirk when you emerge with one of the mystery bras in your “to buy” pile.

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Rem-Um…what? He really wouldn’t know what to do. He isn’t a very affectionate person himself, so he wouldn’t exactly understand why you felt the need. Of course, he doesn’t really protest, but he’s just confused.

Urie-You two are a very affectionate couple. The other devils find it kind of disgusting, but you two could really care less.

Mage-It kinda catches him off guard. He isn’t used to people being so open with him, mostly because he likes to keep in his own world so often. He doesn’t like forming connections, despite what he may seem to be like.

Shiki-Oh he loves it. He’s very open about wanting to receive affection. He’ll tell you what he wants you to do, he even enjoys your surprises as well.

Lindo-He welcomes it. He sometimes opens his arms wide for you to jump in, other times he’ll just lay his head in your lap. He’s very open to your affection, and just as open when he wants to deny it.

Roen-He doesn’t get it. He even believes that you want something in return. He avoids it at first, not wanting to be indebted to you or anything, but the more and more you prove to him that your actions are emotional rather than seeking profit, he begins to love it.