#can we please stop uwuing this man

[cultpastorkevin]

jean is 6’2” of cunt and ptsd he is not uWu softboy

[flametrashiraarchive]

Reader teaching Haganezuka how to eat that kittykat and fuck it properly because we all know he's a virgin still uwu

(bonus points for size kink, implied age gap [reader 20s])

(bonus points and cookies for Haganezuka being so focused, listening very intently to the puss eating lesson but gets super into it and tunes out reader as he begins to figure what to do and he can't stop himself from overstimmulating reader, which has reader smacking his head so he finally lets go)

Argh yes okay here we go! I love this beautiful nutjob and I got carried away. (I left the age of the reader ambiguous because personally I am old as shit, but I think I get cookies still for the overstimmulating?)

Also... I really want to write a part 2. I want us to take care of him after the events of season 3 because I just know that once the adrenaline wore off this poor man was hurting so bad.

Anyway, enjoy!

UNBREAKABLE, UNQUENCHABLE.

F!Reader x Hotaru Haganezuka

Content Guidance: cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, not stopping when reader tells him to (reader is still into it though)

Minors DNI.

"I don't make swords for civilians," the swordsmith said, his voice deep and his tone final. He turned away from you, continuing his journey down the mountain path, the soft thud of his footsteps accompanied by the gentle tinkling of the windchimes hanging from his hat.

Your heart sank for a moment before you steeled your resolve and renewed your determination. It was never going to be easy and you'd mentally prepared for rejection. This swordsmith was infamous for his unbending resolve and temper. 

Running a step ahead of him, you turned to stare into the wide bug-eyes of his hyottoko mask. "Please, Haganezuka... I need a nichirin blade."

He continued walking as if he expected to simply pass through you. "No."

"But it's the only thing I can use to kill demons."

He paused. "Demon slayers kill demons. Not civilians. No sword for you."

"I am a demon slayer, just not an official one." You brace yourself for a telling off. Usually whenever you admitted to going rogue you were met with lectures about the proper way to do things and told to leave things to the demon slayer corps— but their numbers were dwindling and you'd never quite figured out breathing styles well enough for your sensei to agree to send you to final selection. Still, hacking and slashing got the job done with the right blade. "Please, Haganezuka. I had a sword with your stamp on it before. It was the best blade I've ever had and—"

"Where did you get it?" His voice was strained as if forced between gritted teeth.

"I found it..."

"SOMEONE LOST MY SWORD?"

"Yes... maybe, but I found it. It served me well and I really want another."

He turned his face away from you slightly, making the windchimes ring. "What happened to it? Did you lose the sword too?"

"No, it broke."

You could've sworn he was vibrating. "m-m-m-m-m-m-my SWORD???"

The elongated lips of the mask poked your cheek as he stepped right up against you. His haori concealed the true size and density of his body, but with him standing so close, you could tell he was muscular and incredibly strong. He was also apparently unhinged, but then again, you reasoned, what was life without a little zest?

“YOU BROKE MY SWORD??”

You'd been pre-warned that his swords were the key to winning him over, so you kept your voice level as you emptied your arsenal. "Your sword was the finest sword I have ever seen. It was an honor to wield it, Mr. Haganezuka. Not even the blade of a hashira could compare to the sublime craftsmanship of that sword. I dream about that sword." You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his body pulse against your palm as you added in a lower, more sultry tone. "And I've dreamed about meeting the artist who forged such a perfect sword for a very long time."

His chest rose sharply as he pushed out the only response he could manage; a strained, breathless grunt.

Taking his broad, calloused hand in yours, you gazed into the eyes of his mask. "Mr. Haganezuka... please make me a sword?"

The trees swayed overhead, the sigh of the leaves the only break in the utter silence between you and the swordsmith.

"Mister Haganezuka?"

The windchimes tinkled. "Tell me your name."

You told him, and he repeated it back, slowly and carefully as if trying it out.

The mask's mouth moved to your nose as he stared you in the eyes. "Mine is Hotaru. Do you need a husband?"

"I... uhh..." you stammered, suddenly feeling very warm as the heat of his burly frame pulsed against you. "Do I need a..."

He carefully removed the hyottoko mask and with it, removed every particle of air from your lungs. Ravenette hair threaded with silver, amber eyes which glowed like the forge, dark, severe eyebrows which slanted downward as he awaited your answer. He was... beautiful, treading the fine line between painfully pretty and achingly rugged.

"Yes." You said firmly. "Yes I do need a husband."

-------------------------------------------------------

Two days later you were married to Hotaru and about to spend your first night at the Swordsmith Village. Ordinarily, outsiders had to undergo a lengthy initiation process to ensure the village remained a secret, but the village chief fast-tracked your application and damn near pulled you through the gates himself.

It seemed he was just as keen as you were to get your marriage to Hotaru underway. In fact, the whole village pitched in to ensure your wedding went ahead quickly and without a snag.

“Thank you for marrying Hotaru,” the village chief whispered while you were in the middle of your vows. “You have no idea the relief you have brought to the village. We were beginning to lose hope. He has never shown any interest in anything besides swords. Once Hotaru finds something to focus his attention on it's nigh impossible to tear him away from it.”

Before you knew it, you were a wife, married to a man so introverted he spent the majority of your wedding day hiding behind a tree, peering out at you as you chatted to the villagers. In fact, he only came out from behind the tree when someone walked over to congratulate him on the marriage, and even then it was only to find a different tree to hide behind.

"Hotaru..." you sighed adoringly as you slipped away from the crowd to stand beside your husband in his hiding spot. "Are you unhappy?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm happy."

"Ah... You just prefer to be alone?"

"Yes. With you. I want to be alone with you."

He was a strange man, but he melted your heart with every other word. And Gods, he was beautiful. You yearned for him like no other. You craved him.

"Husband, for my wedding gift, will you—"

"No sword for you," he said firmly. "No fighting demons. No risking your life. You are my wife now and it's my job to protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself. So no sword."

You couldn't help but smile. It seemed Hotaru's dedication to being a husband was as intense as his dedication to smithing.

"I promise, no more demon slaying, but I wasn't going to ask about the sword."

"Oh?"

You leaned in and whispered against his ear. "I was going to ask you to take me to bed."

His orange eyes snapped to your lips as though he couldn't quite believe what you had said. He cleared his throat and tried to speak but only managed a choked grunt.

Silence descended between you until he finally found his voice. "I don't know how to do… those things."

"I can teach you."

He didn't speak. He simply took your hand in his and led you away from the wedding party and deep into the woods. After a minute he looked back at you and picked you up, carrying you against his burly chest.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"A place where we can be alone. They won't find us."

He carried you a little further, to a small, seemingly abandoned work shed. Inside there was a small forge and smithing tools, and a small living area with a bed and basic amenities. The air was thick with the lingering tang of smoke and molten steel.

"Is... this our home?"

Hotaru shook his head. "This is where I come to work in peace when I really need to concentrate.''

He set you down carefully beside the bed and waited. Except, he wasn't simply "waiting." Hotaru's eyes drank you in, gazing at you with soft reverence. He was so big, so intimidating and by all accounts completely lacking any kind of social skills, but you had won his heart entirely. He was softer than molten steel for you, and more than willing for you to hone and hammer him into the shape you desired him to be.

"Teach me," he said. "I'm ready."

You nodded, your heart thrumming with the anticipation of what was to come. "Okay. Would you like to use your fingers? Your tongue? Or your cock?"

"Yes. All. Teach me how to use them."

Marrying this strange man had definitely been one of your better decisions.

Closing the space between you, you wrapped your arms around your husband's neck and gazed into those fiery eyes. "Well, we should start with a kiss. Do you know how to do that?"

His brow knitted. "Yes of course I know how to kiss."

"Good. Then kiss me, Hotaru."

He leaned down and pecked your cheek.

"Was that good?" An expectant look lingered on his face, faltering by the second. "I... that's what you want, isn't it? Do you want more? I can give you more."

Gods, the man was completely uninitiated.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as he eagerly peppered your cheek with little kisses; dozens of them, soft and dry and so sweet. His brow remained furrowed in concentration throughout, and you remained patient as he expressed his devotion. But when they inched closer to the corner of your mouth you turned your face to press your lips to his. 

The moment your lips touched, he froze, eyes wide as you gently and slowly pulled him into your kiss.

His lips were still and stiff beneath yours as he adjusted to the new sensation. And then they softened. Gradually, tentatively, he followed your lead. His lips crept across yours, careful and slow like he was learning the steps to a new dance and didn't want to tread on you.

You licked the seam between his lips, easing your tongue through the gap as he inhaled sharply and he brought his hands to your waist.

And then something inside him snapped. A restraint cut loose.

He wound his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. The strength in his arms was breathtaking; forged by decades of tireless labor, and now wholly dedicated to you as he pushed you down onto the bed and slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring this newfound pleasure.

Your kisses awakened a voracious appetite in him and before long he was devouring you with heated passion, barely giving you time to breathe. It was as if he had gone his entire life without intimacy, but once the dam had cracked it was impossible to stop the flood.

His tongue stroked yours again and again as his tough hands skated up the length of your legs. When he reached your knees he granted your tingling lips a reprieve, kissing your throat as he pushed up the skirt of your wedding dress and squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs with a wanton groan. 

"My pretty wife," he growled as you shifted beneath him, craving his touch. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

You parted your legs, pulling your skirt up all the way to reveal yourself to him. A sharp intake of breath expanded Hotaru's chest as he looked down at your pussy. A muscle in his cheek danced and his grip on your thighs tightened as his eyes filled with a look of pure hunger.

"Do you want to touch me?" you asked, your breaths coming in shallow bursts as anticipation coiled in your belly.

His answer was barely a whisper. "Very much." He swallowed hard. "May I?"

"Please... please do," you whispered, your need for him drowning out the rest of the world. It was just you and Hotaru, and nothing else mattered. 

The sound of his shaking breaths was the only break in the silence. His hand left your thigh and he gently brushed his fingertips along the edge of your folds. 

“Soft,” Was the only word which emerged from his lips as he stared and explored the shape of you. His orange eyes were focused, his perpetually furrowed brow somehow even more severe. Hotaru was lost in concentration, entirely focused on mapping the curves and ridges of your cunt.

You lay there on the bed, letting him find his bearings. His gentle exploratory touches sent shivers through your body. Those rough, calloused fingers touched you with such care and attentiveness. His eyes snapped back to yours every time you made a sound or breathed a little harder.

Hotaru was a devoted craftsman– his hands finely tuned tools– and they were dedicated entirely to your pleasure. He found your entrance and pushed a finger into you, watching intently as your pussy clenched around it.

You sighed in pleasure. "Gods, Hotaru, you're making me so wet…"

"Is that good? Am I making you happy?"

"Yes. That's good."

"Hm," he muttered, as if filing the information away. "A wet wife is a happy wife."

A sharp gasp escaped you as he nudged the hood of your clit with his thumb and his lips curved into a smile. 

"You like this, don't you?" He hummed pensively and circled your clit, spreading your wetness.

Squirming beneath him, you nodded as the heat on your cheeks blossomed. "Yes, Hotaru. Keep doing that."

Gods, those rough hands. They sent jolts of pleasure surging through your body as he lavished attention on your clit, fascinated by the way it swelled as he worked with dogged determination. He added another thick finger to your cunt, stretching you deliciously.

A quiet groan emerged from him as you began to fuck yourself on his fingers, hard and fast as he rubbed your clit. He watched you intently, his lips parting in sync with your cry as your first orgasm of the night rocked through your body.

"Oh look at you, my pretty wife with your sensitive little bead." He moved down your body, lowered his head and nuzzled your clit with his nose. 

"Ho-taru…"

The wet heat of his mouth closed over your tender bud, pulling another cry from your lips. 

"Ah! You like that too," he murmured as he knelt between your knees, his long, dark hair spread like strands of seaweed across your thighs. 

"Yes. D-do it again… please… use your tongue."

“My tongue?”

You sucked in a breath as he licked your clit with the tip of his tongue, tasting your essence. 

He groaned. "Mm~ fuck, this is good." 

"More… please…" 

In response to your demand, he raised his hand to press his thumb against your lower lip. "Show me how to lick you well."

Gods, this man. You took his thumb into your mouth, showing him exactly what to do, licking the tip of it as if it was your clit. He groaned as you lapped his thumb, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenched. 

"That feels… huh…" He bit back a groan before burying his face in your pussy and replicating the motion on your clit.

Thank the Gods he has the foresight to take you away from the village, because the sounds he pulled from you were unholy. He was eager and so receptive to your lessons.

Hotaru put everything he had into eating your pussy; the slick, sucking sound of his mouth and his hot, wet tongue accompanied by your desperate cries. With every passing moment his confidence grew, pumping those thick fingers into you and curling them against your walls, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to give you more pleasure than you ever expected. 

As he pleasured you, he ground his hips against the mattress, groaning as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. It was too good, too intense. Your senses were flooded with him; the sight of that beautiful man devouring you, the acrid scent of the forge, the lewd wet sound of his mouth on your cunt. And Gods, nothing had ever felt so good before. 

Hotaru was born to forge swords and eat pussy, and he did both with unbreakable focus. 

You sucked his fingers and he sucked your clit, groaning as he voraciously lapped the sensitive nub, driving you higher… higher…

An immense wave of pleasure crashed through you as you reached your peak, the force of your orgasm making your legs tremble. His name tore through you like a cry to the heavens, his answer a soft moan which vibrated through your core as he kept on licking. On and on, lapping at your pulsing clit as you gasped and bucked your hips against his insatiable mouth.

"Ho-taru… you did it… you made me–"

Taking his fingers from your mouth, he slung a heavy arm across your belly and continued eating you out, unrelenting, pulling another choked cry from you. Hotaru was drunk on you, on the taste and the knowledge that he was pleasing you; groaning, grinding his hips against the mattress, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you as he fluttered his tongue over your overstimulated clit.

The village chief had told you his focus was unbreakable, and now that attention was dedicated to your pussy. He was lost in you, wholly devoted to pleasuring you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, torn between needing respite and craving more. 

He propelled you from your second orgasm right into your third. Intense pleasure drove your head back against the pillow as you screamed in ecstasy and torment, your pussy throbbing beneath his lips as your nectar ran down his chin. And still, he licked you with an unquenchable thirst.

"Hotaru! Ho- oh it's too much.” 

He hit a spot inside your cunt which made the world shatter around the pair of you, sending you careening into another climax which turned your blood to liquid steel. “Too much! I can't!" You swatted at his forehead, smacking him with your fingertips as you wriggled out from beneath him. 

Your husband stared at you, dazed and breathless, his lips glistening with your slick juices. "Did… did I do it right?"

You gasped for air, trembling down to your bones. “You did it perfectly, Hotaru.” 

He pulled you into him and kissed you. You licked the taste of your desire from his lips, swallowing the low groan which rolled from his chest. His lips caressed yours with deep, undying passion, his hand dropping to the bulge tenting his hakama trousers.

“Let me take care of you now,” you whispered into his ear as your hand joined his, cupping his cock and making him moan. “Lie back for me, my love.”

He did as you asked without protest. It was true that you wanted to take care of him and give him as much pleasure as he had given you, but in a more practical sense, being on top of him allowed you to have control. You were already so fucked out, and from the feel of things–from the girth and weight of it through his trousers– control was definitely going to be necessary.

You stood from the bed and undressed as he gazed up at you, languidly palming his cock in his broad hand and drinking in the sight of you.

“Such a lovely wife,” he whispered, his orange eyes heavy with desire.

“And I have such a handsome husband…” you replied as you undressed him, revealing his big, muscular body inch by firmly hewn inch. He was a mountain of a man, and Gods, there wasn’t a thing you would change about him. “A handsome husband who pleases me well…” You kissed him, gently pushing him back and straddling his hips. “And who makes the very best swords in all the world–”

“Ohh…” He groaned, gripping your hips as you brushed the fat tip of his cock against your pussy. “Say that again.”

“Hm? That you’re the best swordsmith in the world?” You eased the top inch of him in, letting your body adjust to the sensation. “That your swords are works of art?”

“Gods, I want you,” he hissed, baring his teeth and gazing up at you from the pillow. A deep, longing groan emerged from him as you inched your way down his length. “You… you are…so warm… so wet… beautiful.”

You skated your hands over the plain of his abdomen, taking him deeper, your back arching as he stretched you even at that slow pace. When you finally reached the bottom of his shaft, you were breathless, tingling at your core. Hotaru was even less composed than you. 

The swordsmith growled, bending his knees to slide his legs up and down the mattress, fighting the urge to fuck up into you. His cock twitched inside you as you rocked forward to kiss him, your breasts pressed against his burly chest, his rough hands skating up your back. 

“I love you, Hotaru,” you whispered before rocking back to start riding his cock. 

“I–ngggh ohh… ohhh!” he groaned, eyes widening, fingers digging into your hips with bruising ferocity as you bounced on top of him. His control slipped almost immediately. 

He fell apart, groaning and thrusting up into you with a loud moan. His eyes screwed shut, his face flushed scarlet, and he trembled beneath you as his cum flooded into you, spilling out onto the base of his cock.

Pulling you down into an embrace, Hotaru held you in his arms, his heart thrumming beneath your ear. His big, broad hand stroked your back as he kissed the top of your head and his cock softened inside you.

After his breathing returned to normal, he gathered his senses long enough to ask, “Do you need more, my love?”

“I’m more than satisfied,” you said with a smile. 

He was asleep a second later. 

You lay there, pinned by his arms, crushed up against this strange, wonderful man you called your husband, and there was nowhere else you would rather be. 

[pinejayy]

hi . i have a request

what if muzan wife had been reborn and he saw her by accident how would he reacts? . sorry for any mistakes English isn't my first language

sure thing!! I hope you enjoy this uwu

trigger warnings: mentions of death, a bit of yandere

here's part 2

I'll make you remember me (Muzan Kibustsuji x F!Reader)

It's been years since Muzan has lost you and it has broken him, he had lost you his wife. The Demon King truly missed you, he misses your smile and he misses how kind you were towards him. But everything was taking away from him after you were killed by some humans. They found out about your relationship with the Demon and since you were human it was just against their laws that a human and a demon could love each other. But he made sure to kill those humans who took you away.

But that was about 30 years ago, and Muzan has pushed those feelings down deep inside of him.

Tonight was a peaceful night, he was walking around the small village, as people were walking past him he couldn't help but growl to himself, he hated humans. He hated how they took you away from him. But the Demon needed a break from his work and the Upper Moons, they all get on his nerves. He just sighed to himself, as he was walking hearing the humans walk around and speak to each other but a voice caught his attention, it sounded like your voice. No that can't be right? You were long gone and 6 feet under.

"Fresh Noodles right here! Come buy them as their fresh!"

Yes that sounded like your voice, he decided to follow the voice, as he walked he seemed to be getting nervous. As he walked towards the voice he saw you? Standing by a small Noodle shop. You were smiling and waving at people walking by. Was it really you, Muzan walked towards you. Was this reincarnation? Did the universe send you back to him?

"Hello sir, would you like to buy some noodles." You say with a smile.

Muzan couldn't help but smile as he heard your voice and he just nodded. To which you just nodded, both of you walked into the shop. He looked around there was a few people. He sat down by a table that was away from everyone else.

"What can I get you today sir?"

He looked at you, it seemed like you don't remember him. "Y/N you don't remember me? It's me Muzan your husband." To which you looked at him confused.

"Oh I'm sorry sir, it seems like you have the wrong person." You say. "But would you like to hear about the specials today?"

Muzan looked at you, so you really don't remember him? He was heart broken. He just looked down. "Please Y/N...we were married. You were my wife...You were Mine." He hissed softly, looking at you. Muzan looked around the small shop and it seemed to be empty now. "You we're my Wife! They took you away from me!" He said. Standing up. He looked down at you. Seeing your eye color. They still looked beautiful.

" Oh sir...I don't know what you're talking about..Please leave now!" You say, taking a step back. And this just made Muzan even more upset. How dare you tell him to leave.

He looked at you one last time before leaving you alone at the shop. He was going to get you back and he was going to make you remember him and your past life.

After awhile, you were closing up for the night. Cleaning up everything, you sigh and thought about that odd man. He did seem familiar, and his voice you also recognized. But nothing came to mind. As you were getting ready to leave, you heard something behind you, and before you could turn around you felt a arm wrap around you. And a cold hand over your mouth, you tried to struggle. But whoever was holding you had a strong grip.

"Shh don't make this harder for me my queen."

Hearing the voice of the man from awhile ago. Struggling more, this made Muzan growl softly and he tighten his grip against you. "Stop moving Y/N." He said removing the hand he had over your mouth. and he started dragged a nail against your cheek.

"Please sir.." You started to cry out. "I don't know you."

He snarled and with that he turned you around so you were facing him. He grabbed your face quite harshly and forced you to look him in the eyes. "YES YOU DO, WHY CAN'T YOU REMEMBER ME Y/N! I LOVED YOU! YOU WERE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!."

You whimper softly, and started to tear up. This made Muzan softly. He loosen his grip but didn't let you go. "I'm sorry my love, it's just been so many years without you and I deeply miss you."

You just stand there looking at the man's eyes. His pink oddly familiar eyes... "Please...let me go."

Muzan didn't want to force you out of here but if he has too then he will. He smirked, looking down at you. Placing a hand around your neck and bringing you closer to him, he placed his lips against yours. Oh how much he misses your lips.

You just stand there shocked, and of course you didn't return the kiss. Muzan pulled away and smiled at you.

"Don't worry my love, I'll make you remember me." He said and with a quick motion he hit you across the head. You fell to the floor. Out cold, Muzan just sighed and picked up your body and he threw you over his shoudler.

"You're going to remember me Y/N. I'll make sure of it."

[elisiafarias]

HELLO I JUST WANA SAY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE ABPUT THE LINKUEI SO MUCH.

Can you Write How would they react if their baby got sick? Please UwU

Im really happy you like it 🥰🥰

Now im really inspired

Pdt: I dont know nothing about babys but im doing my best

HOW THE LINKUEI TRIO REACT IF THEIR BABY GOT SICK (PART 1)

Bi han ❄️

It's only been two days since you gave birth, you were happier than ever, your baby was calm. Also you felt like Bi han softened when he was with you two.

Although he was a present man for you and your baby, he had to attend to Lin kuei matters.

After all he was still the Lin kuei Grandmaster. However, in this short time that has passed he has tried to help as he can, in his absence he left a woman in charge to attend to your demands.

When he arrived he would ask you how you were and then he would go to appreciate his son. When he looked at him, it was as if another feeling was born from him, he loved his son, he felt that he was an extension of him, his blood, It was unconditional love. You also felt that his love for you also grew.

It was early today, Bi Han left on a mission without telling you, it didn't bother you because you are used to it, after all you knew what you would have to face being the wife of the Grandmaster of the Linkuei.

You want to have breakfast, however your baby started crying, you assumed he was hungry, you asked the woman accompanying you to bring him to you. However, your baby did not accept your milk, you tried to calm him down in other ways and see what he had but nothing worked. As you carried him around the room with him you asked the woman.

-I don't understand, he doesn't accept my milk and he doesn't stop crying, what am I doing wrong? -You asked a little desperately.

-My lady, how about I bring you the wet nurse? - The woman suggested to you. At first you hesitated, you didn't want your baby to drink other woman milk, it gave you a strange feeling. But you had to do it for his own good.

-Yes please, but let it be in front of me.- You said to the woman. She nodded and went to look for the wet nurse, however he didn't accept her milk either, then your baby started crying harder.

His crying worried you, it was like he was suffering, something was wrong, your maternal instinct told you.

-Let's take him to the doctor, help me get dressed.- You said quickly.

- My lady, you should stay in bed. - The lady told you worriedly, after all you were still in pain from childbirth.

- Don't worry, I'll be fine, he should be with me. - You responded determinedly, your bond with your son was unbreakable.

They helped you dress, the truth is that you could barely move because of the pain, however you wanted to calm your son's pain.

Fortunately, the doctors were in the Lin Kuei establishments by order of the Grandmaster, to attend to his wife's demands, a wise decision on his part.

When you arrived with them, they asked you questions, examined your baby, and then made you leave the room.

-My lady, due to the hours that have passed without him eating, and given that he was born 2 months earlier than expected, we have the theory that some of his organs are not well developed. Therefore, we are going to feed him through feeding tubes. - The doctor explained to you.

For you it was like a bucket of cold water, it hurt you to think how uncomfortable your baby is going to be, if it would hurt, he is so small and so fragile.

-but there is no other way? he'll be fine? - you asked anxiously

-This is the best option, many hours have passed without feeding, believe me.- The doctor say try yo calm you.

In the end you had to give in, but you demanded to see him as much as possible.

They didn't deny you. Despite everything, you are the wife of the Grandmaster, he would threaten everyone if he was with you, and the doctors were aware of it.

In the end you thanked them, and waited for them to prepare your baby, while you waited you ate forcedly, you weren't even hungry, you did it just so that your condition wouldn't get worse.

Then you went to wait for them to call you so you could see him.

When they finally called you to come in, you went quickly. When you walked in your heart broke, even though you knew your son was going to be full of tubes, seeing him there was more shocking, he was so small, he looked so uncomfortable.

-Oh my life, my sweet baby.- You said to your baby, trying to caress his face.

You could barely touch it because there were so many tubes and cables that you could ruin a connection.

Your heart was shaken, he did not understand anything, you sent someone to notify Bi Han about the condition of his son as soon as he arrived, because you would not be separated from your baby. You felt like something would happen to him if you weren't with him.

So then you were with him, sitting watching him, without realizing it the day was already ending, for you the hours seemed like minutes, it was already 5 in the morning.

Just as you were about to close your eyes you felt a hand on your back.

-Wife....- Bi Han said, when you turned to see the cryomancer he was in shock seeing his son in that state.

He looked exhausted for having just arrived from a mission.

-Sorry, it's my fault, I couldn't breastfeed, he was suffering, so I brought him here.- You couldn't even finish your sentence because you finally broke.

You hid your face from him, you feel weak and vulnerable before him, but surprisingly for you he began to caress your head.

-It's not your fault.- your husband said compassionately.

-You should go to sleep now.- The cryomancer demanded.

-I can't...if I do he will be alone.- You responded weakly. Your husband frowned.

-Y/N, you are recovering, if you continue like this your condition will worsen.- The cryomancer told you somewhat harshly. He didn't like disobedience.

-I can't.- You responded without stopping to look at your baby.

-Obey your husband.- Bi han said harshly, his patience had already run out, the truth is that he was also dealing with many things that he never expresses, adding this situation.

Deep down you understood it, but it made you angry that he didn't understand that you didn't want to be separated from your son, at least being close to him gave you some peace of mind, as if nothing was going to happen to him.

-Okay, I'll do it, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep- you finally told him.

He sat down to look at his son, and he sighed as if he had regretted raising his voice to you.

-I'll stay with him.- the cryomancer said without stopping to look at his son.

That answer surprised you, you knew that deep down your husband was also suffering, but he remained stoic.

-Forgive me, when I finish resting I will come here, and then you will go to rest too.- You told your husband while you kissed his forehead.

He just nodded, and then you said goodbye to your baby and went to sleep (worried).

When Bi Han was left alone with his son, he got up and put his hand caressing the cheek of his baby.

"Everything will end soon, you are strong because you are my son." He spoke sweetly to his baby.

His son looked at him with those little eyes while making noises.

-Shhh..shhh.- The Grandmaster began to make sounds to his son to calm him down.

And it worked, Bi han shuddered. He didn't like seeing his son like that and he wasn't going to accept that his son wouldn't get better.

He was also tired, however he didn't give it importance, he was trained to endure days without sleep.

After a few hours he was closing his eyes and then his head was situated in a comfortable place.

He realized when he felt hands caress his hair that it was you. His head was placed on your chest, after many hours he had found peace, your perfume seemed pleasant to him.

-My love, you must go rest now.- You asked the cryomancer, he raised his head and directed it towards his son.

-I'm fine, I don't need to rest.- The Grandmaster said coldly, you put a hand on his cheek and made him turn to look at you delicately.

- Eat and rest, you haven't rested since you arrived from your mission, and the nurses are also going to change him and bathe him l.-You told him sweetly as you caressed his cheek. He took your hand and caressed it for a moment and finally accepted.

And so you stayed with your baby, hours passed and your husband returned, and that's how you stayed for the next few days, taking turns, or being together. Bi Han still had to attend to some Lin Kuei matters, you wondered how he could be so strong.

Now you were together looking at your son still in the incubator full of tubes. The baby had gained weight.

-How long are we supposed to wait?-The Cryomancer said, already angry, his patience had run out.

-Patience, husband, remember that he will be like this until his organs develop well-you told him calmly.

-These doctors are incompetent.- He responded harshly.

-My love, please don't be rude, they are doing the best they can, without them maybe our son wouldn't be alive- you told him, trying to calm him down, you were sure he was about to threaten the doctors.

He just growled, after a few minutes you dared to say.

-I swear that if he dies- You started to say but your husband interrupted you abruptly.

-Don't you dare even think about it, he will be fine.- The cryomancer responded harshly.

-I would die with him.- You finished saying with a very low voice.

Your husband just shook his head down. He heaved a sigh and took your hand.

-He is a Lin kuei, he is strong, he will get out of this.- The Grandmaster said stoically.

You just nodded anxiously, you want to believe that what Bi Han says is true, so you decide to decree positively.

All these days that have passed you have asked the universe that your son gets better soon, and if it was some kind of karma for the enemies that your husband has killed, may that karma be for you.

Until the day finally came when they disconnected your baby's tubes, to see if he could eat on his own. The Grandmaster commented "it's about time", you just looked at him insistently so he wouldn't be rude.

So there you were anxious and nervous, you wanted your son to accept your milk to end this hell.

When the nurse brought him to you you were so happy to see him disconnected, he looked more comfortable, although your baby gained weight he was still so small.

It was time, you got into position to breastfeed him, your husband put his hand on your baby's head to help position it.

-Come on my life, eat.- You said sweetly to your baby.

And as if it were a miracle, your baby started drinking, you could feel that connection with your baby, it was something unique and beautiful.

Bi han let out a small smile.

-Look at him my love, he's healthy now.- You said excitedly.

-Very well, we will leave with him immediately.- Said the cryomancer proud.

-Wait, Grandmaster, we must prepare him and do some final evaluations.- The nurse said scared.

Bi Han grunted. You just laughed.

-It's okay my love, the important thing is that our son is healthy, and he will be with us, thank you very much nurse and the doctors too.- You said happily.

Your husband looked at you and kissed your head.

-You did very well, wife.- The cryomancer said with a small smile, it was the first time you saw him so sweet to you.

After this event you couldn't be happier, for your son to be healthy was the best thing that could happen to you, and Bi has also shown that he loved them both.

END

Author note:

Hello hello I hope you liked it, don't look for inconsistency with the baby's plot, I don't know much about them XD but I did my best.

AND AS ALWAYS KUAI LIANG AND TOMAS FOR LATER (BI HAN INSPIRES ME IMMEDIATELY I DON'T KNOW WHY)

[peripaltepsy]

stop feminizing trans men, stop feminizing vulvas, stop feminizing breasts, stop feminizing afab bodies, also since we're here, stop making every depiction of trans men as subs and bottoms who partake in vaginal sex and please keep in mind that a lot of trans men still have dysphoria

I'm not talking about self-feminizing, I want every trans king who loves feminine stuff to know that I'll personally throw a brick on whoever invalidates them

I also want every trans sub/bottom to know they're also the kings this world doesn't deserve but needs

And vaginal sex isn't feminine in itself but if a trans man says it feels feminine to him either as a positive or negative thing I will understand and believe him

And I'm definitely not talking about the art and fiction trans men are doing themselves

What I'm talking about is THAT WE APPARENTLY HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER THE "PROGRESSIVE" CRYPTO-FEMINIZATION AND INFANTILIZATION OF TRANS MEN?!?!

If you're one of the "trans woman = cock goddess dommy mommy uwu" and "trans man = boy pussy soft bottom submissive mess boy uwu" """"trans allies"""" please change right this instant or I'll also throw a brick at you

At this point, depicting trans men with dicks in your art and fanfics would be infinitely more progressive than writing vaginal sex again

Since btw a good chunk of them want to have penises in the first place. Since btw a good chunk of them DO HAVE PENISES!!!!!!!!!! THEY HAVE ACQUIRED PENISES!!!!!!

Remember that a lot of men actively enjoy and want to use their penises, not only to piss but also TO PENETRATE, and unfortunately a lot of these men were born without one, NOT ONLY THAT BUT ALSO WERE ACTIVELY DENIED OF THEIR MASCULINITY AND INVALIDATED.

Remember that a trans guy is a trans guy for life, he doesn't become cis if he chooses to transition, he doesn't become cis if he uses testosterone for 20 years, he doesn't become cis if he gets a designer cock girthier than 7 cuban cigars wrapped together, he doesn't become cis if every scar fades and not even the gods can tell any difference from a cis man, HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN A MAN BUT HE WILL ALSO ALWAYS BE TRANS

Remember that as much as we advocate for body neutrality and normalization and appreciation of trans bodies, people will still be dysphoric and triggered by certain things that remind them of their oppression and the things they don't have yet but dream of everyday.

Sorry I'm not mentioning intersex trans men or specifically intersex amab trans men, I believe an actual amab t guy would be better to talk about their struggles.

[fallenneziah]

We all know amazing “little Simon” is. But no one ever mentioned about his adam apple! Just stare at it during foreplay, ask him to lean his head back and suck it with fervor. Put the whole bean in your mouth, tease it with your wet tongue while playing with his plump nipples. Would he whines loudly? Would he pants like a dog in heat then devour you until the bed broke? Would he be overstimulated when you assault his neck & cock at the same time? uwu

Hold up.. I'll let you cook. Hopefully I did my ideas on this justice.

The throat of a man.

Cw: Smut, deep throating and face riding. Choking, overstimulation, smut is given varying examples for both genders. Just being slutty with Simon's throat. Spit swallowing.

You love to play with Simon. Every inch of him was made to be eaten up without remorse or regret. His body was made for him to step on you and force you to apologize. If asked what really makes the statement piece of such a man? You'd only have one answer.

That pretty little throat. The way his Adam's apple vigorously bobbed after kissing you for what felt like an eternity. The way it felt against your palm, able to squeeze and smear your juices all over it.

No matter the time you loved his throat. Sliding the tip of your cock into his throat, having him lay on his back so you can watch. Watch the thick length slide down his throat, bugling around you and swallowing. Slapping your hand across his throat and watching him tense and jump. Watching his lips take you with all the will he has to please you.

Simon knew you were infatuated with his throat. You had fantasies of what you wanted to do to it. Whether it be making him choke on your cock and make his throat bulge out, forcing him to swallow and watching what the muscles do for you.

Or forcing his mouth to work overtime across your clit. Watching how his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly as you withheld his oxygen until your cum was on his face.

His tongue lapping up between your wet labia. Throat pulsing and tensing as he suckles and licks. Your groan, gripping his collar or holding his throat as you grind your hips against him, watching his neck flex and carry the weight.

Simon didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. He was happy to watch your eyes sparkle with desire as he swallowed a drink, knowing what that action did to you. He liked knowing what it did to you when he lifted his mask to show his neck. Knowing your eyes were dragging up the muscle and watching his pronounced Adam's apple bob.

He forced you to wait. It wasn't often in public he let you have a taste. Unless you were headed back from somewhere in the backseat. He'd let you climb up onto his lap, his hands playing with your hips while you lift his mask. The smell of his sweat dripping down the meaty length can't stop you from kissing the flesh and licking. It makes him shudder and exhale a quiet breath to keep composure.

Your arms wrap around his neck, whispering that you just need a little bit before you devour his Adam's apple between your sweet lips.

It's not like Simon didn't feel the same way. You were his weakness. He had fantasies of your throat as well. Fantasies of making you scream and watch that throat move and vibrate against his palm. He wanted to see your eyes water and tears stream down your cheeks. He wanted to fuck you, watch his cock slide in and out of you.

It was a perfect game of give and take.

Simon, however, would be a liar if he said he didn't find the same level of eroticism in your own throat. That slender neck, able to swallow up his cock, takes his fingers with no complaint. It was a sense of mutual attraction. But you usually kept his hands at arm's length when having your fun. He lay across his firm chest in bed, feeling his chest rise and fall almost as fast as his stomach. His breaths come out hot and feverish as you lap and suck on his throat.

Nipping the rough skin around his Adam's apple and sucking on it while it bobs. Licking up between his collarbones and clamping your warm lips around it. It makes Simon squirm and whine. He pants like he's in heat every time. Whether it's your knee digging into his pants or your thumb expertly teasing his tip it always gets him feverishly hard. His cock leaking all over your fingers and you don't even have to try.

The way you play with his swollen nipples doesn't help either. Forcing him to writhe and wait out the please as you groped his pecs. Squeezing and pinching his soft nipples and nipping at the skin of his neck. Tracing his collar, feeling him swallow, hearing him moan and beg. It makes it all come together. Feeling his Adam's apple bob against your tongue while he begs of you.

It's like a game. A game where one person takes control and the other is just a mess of pleasure. He's usually the first one to crack. You can take your hand away and deny him the climax he desperately desires. But, not this time.

"Y/n, please!" He begs, his hips arching to your touch. You can feel the muscles in his legs strain and flex, trying to hold himself back from just humping your leg. Your insides twist with the full sense of accomplishment. Hearing his whines, you saw his cheeks flared up a beautiful pink. "Easy big boy," You lick his neck, sucking a hickey into the flesh against the shaved, prickly hairs of his jaw.

His head tilted back just as you had asked, with no intention of moving until you allowed him. He lets you have fun, watching him struggle to swallow with the angle of his neck turned you on.

"Doing so good for me, aren't you. Sitting so still." You teased against his ear.

Simon lets out a frustrated moan and tries to hide his face in your hair. His fingers twitch and claw at the bedsheets and his teeth clench. Simon could never keep his hands to himself. Even when he tried to keep them on your waist. They would roam all over.

His fingers would sink into the flesh of your ass, or he'd pull you forward by your hips to get that perfect angle. Feeling your warm thighs grind up against the base of his shaft. Any sort of friction with your leaking warmth had him on the edge of his orgasm. He wanted to sink so deep inside you that you couldn't remember your own name. His cock weeping desperately. Your hand teased the shaft for the third time as you had your fun.

Arching up above him and down across his face. He pants, opening his mouth without you needing to tell him. Jolting slightly when you spit into his mouth, forcing his jaw closed and watching him swallow. The way his swollen, slimy throat closed and bobbed around your saliva.

Your free hand comes down, gently flicking his nipple, making him shudder. He whined and you pulled a little harder. Slowly swirling your finger around it and flicking the hard bud.

He shudders and moans, his cock twitching painfully. Pre-cum spilling up over the head of his swollen cock.

"Good boy."

The way his eyes dilated when you praised him. That look in his eyes. The look of pure need and desperation. His voice cracked when he spoke. "I need you, please Y/n."

He sounded like a wounded animal, a wolf howling in the middle of the night. His voice was a mixture of a beg and a plea. His cock was aching, red, and desperate for you. You kissed his swollen pretty lips, down his jaw, and over his swollen Adam's apple. He kicked it vigorously, breathing heavily against his neck.

Simon whined, jolting his hips up, the base of his shaft rubbing against your skin ass cum spilled out from the head of his cock. Leaking across your hands and his stomach. Twitching and writhing, Simon panting and groaning.

"Good boy." You praise once more. He's not a mess. You could easily clean him up and have him ready for another round.

But Simon was a mess. A mess you loved to create.

He pants more, watching you with a lost puppy-like gaze. Just begging for a morsel of your attention again. You smile softly, cupping his throat and spitting into his mouth, planting a loving kiss onto his wet lips afterward. Entertaining his tongue begging to be let into your mouth.

"Don't worry, you're getting what you deserve." You whispered, kissing his temple and running your hands through his messy hair. You wiggle a little, lightly patting his chest. "Come and get it, boy. Come on." It's almost mocking but it works so well on him. Finally having permission to flip you over and fuck you. He pins you against the bed and kisses your nape. His hand tightens in your hair as he arches and knocks your legs apart. Sliding his cock deep into your warm entrance and moaning loudly.

"Good boy, you can do it. Fuck me."

"Oh God," Simon groaned, biting his lip and bucking his hips. "You're so good."

His hands held your wrists tightly, keeping your chest pressed down into the mattress. His hips work against you, holding you firmly as he rocks deep inside your warmth. Groaning and fucking you hard. Getting back at you for making him cum like a pathetic man in heat.

Prepared to make you cum all night. And maybe if you behave well, he'll flip you over and let you keep looking at his neck.

I hope I did your idea justice, I really wasn't sure how to take the direction but I knew I had to do something!

[yanderemommabean]

Love how you call that Mid mama but that was excellently written uwu. Elias gives me less misogynistic Eddie vibes and I adore him.

Could we get the visit from his darling? I'd love to see how that goes!

“You know the rules” one guard warns, only for Elias to laugh with a huff through his nose. “Oh don't flatter yourself thinking you can stop me. Now open the door”. The guard sneers, hesitating and taking his hand away from the handle to point his finger at him. “Don’t get cocky, this can quickly turn into me tossing you back to the doctor and his associate”.

Elias just sighs. Stupid brutes never know when to shut up. In a blink, Elias just jingles the keys that were previously on the guards belt, one hand uncuffed with a smile, making the man shut his loud mouth. “Don't forget dear guard of mine, I'm a threat for a reason. Now hurry! I only have an hour this time around!”.

The guard freezes, stuttering for a bit before snatching his keys back and unlocking the other cuff. “Smart ass” he grumbles, before shooing Elias into the other room, standing on guard just outside.

Elias was elated to see you, rushing to wrap you in his arms with such a speed the guard didn’t have time to react. “My love! Oh my love my love my love! I can’t believe you’re finally here! Oh I missed you so so much!” he practically squeals, his fingers clutching your hair as he inhales right in the crook of your neck and shoulder. “I’ve missed this scent. Missed you. They treat me so so badly here! They-”

You gently push him away, not really believing that he was “oh so abused” in this place. By the looks of it, he gives everyone sleep paralysis just for the thrill of it. But that strange doctor who contacted you promised this place would at least help Elias, so maybe they can calm down those tendencies. They asked how you met and why he’s so obsessed, and honestly you only really know him because you helped him out from time to time when leaving work or seeing him being picked on.

Once you said you’d be there for him no matter what, things took a turn. You blinked and every bully who had previously been in front of you two, leaving the fight, was stabbed. Not even mortally, Elias just stabbed them to make them feel pain. He wanted to leave his mark.

“Elias…I-I’m happy you’re eager to see me, but you might need to take a seat and obey the rules. They might not let us hang out anymore” you pacify, helping the man sit down. Elias just shoots the guard a glare, but decides to obey for now. These people have helped him see that if he can gain their trust, work a bit with them, he can have you all to himself. He’ll have his own sector in this place, and eventually, to keep him calm and sated and work for them, you’ll be in that sector with him, nice and tied up and taken care of.

Oh to have you all splayed out and ready for him. His fingers could map every inch of your skin, play with your hair, kiss your neck…maybe your shoulder…oh down your chest- No. no he needed to stop those thoughts. He can't exactly go back and take care of himself if he gets too excited, though he’d love to bend you over and make a show for the guard. The only thing stopping him is the hate he has for anyone seeing you naked at all.

The guard taps his watch, and you nod, scooting closer to the table provided in the room. “So, tell me what's happening Elias. I miss our little daily walks” you say with a smile. Elias sighs happily, laying his head in his hand as he stares at your beautiful eyes. “Ah, in time. Tell me all about your day”. He stared at you like a lover would, which set you off a bit, but you decided this place might help him see that soon, so you let it slide.

The time is ticking by, Elias needs a break from everything, whats the harm in letting him relax and have some fun with a friend for a bit?

((PLEASE tell me how you feel about this one 😭-Mommabean))

[chiharuhashibira]

Hiiiiii so I was wondering if you can do a sanemi x fem abused reader plss?? And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and sanemi comforts us ???pls and thanks (if not sanemi kiojuro or obanai??)

Of course! We certainly can~ Your wish is my command UwU

I've been wanting to write about Shinazugawa-san! And no worries about the Kyojuro and Obanai imagine~ I'll definitely make one and tag you hihi ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Curse words, Wound and Blood, Abuse Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

Notes: Y/N = Your Name | E/C = Eye Color | H/C = Hair Color

As if by muscle memory, you flinched and covered your face as the plate crumbled into pieces on the floor. The streaking pain and screaming echoed inside your head, confusing you about what's real and what's not.

As you looked down, you saw tiny red droplets on the wooden floor. With a lump now forming on your throat, you crouched down, and tears started to escape your E/C eyes. The tremors came back as if you were back at the old estate where you had been living a year ago.

Your mind was filled with endless memories of how your own mother and your new stepfather had physically and verbally abused you.

"You're a fucking twat. You should've died with your father."

"Why don't we just sell you, Y/N? Perhaps we can get money from you getting laid! You're just a piece of shit to us anyways..."

A small sob escaped your lips as you looked around, your sight blurred with tears. Then suddenly, a warm, calloused hand gently caressed your back.

"Hey Y/N, calm down, please. You're safe with me."

All your demons calmed down inside of you as your E/C orbs met with his pale purple ones.

Oh yes, you have been living with the Wind Hashira for a year since you watched as your evil parents turned into a real-life demon in front of your eyes. He was your saviour; he still is, and that's the reason why your heart started beating fast for him.

You remembered the first night after the traumatic incident when Sanemi insisted you come with him to Kocho-dono's place. Who would've thought that this harsh-tongued man, full of scars from his old and present battles, would take you under his wing and show you a part of him that he has never shown to anyone after his nightmares came true?

Sanemi gently picked you up as your shivers continued to take over your body. Normally, you would protest this gesture, scared that he might tease you for being so frail, but that never came from him. He never mocked you.

"Y/N, breathe. Please breathe for me."

You followed him as he slowly put you on the zabuton, making sure that he was beside you to support you in case you fell down again. You watched him as your sight got clearer once again; he was opening a little box that he always hid under the table. His little first aid kit.

Sanemi is aware of your panic attacks; he even prepared things to help you when your past gets ahold of you once again, like this first aid kit that he kept in case you wound yourself up.

"Sanemi, I'm so sorry. I dropped a plate again."

He grunted, taking your hand and cleaning the wound from it that you got from accidentally squeezing the shard on your hand a while ago. No words came out of him for a few seconds. His eyes and hands are just focused on wrapping the wound on your hand with bandages.

Then after that, he looked up at you with no smile, but his eyes said it all. He was trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N, it's just a plate. I won't be mad even if you accidentally break every single one of them." He suddenly pulled you into his arms, embracing you with a warmth that no one would ever expect.

Flashbacks brought back your first kiss with Sanemi and how he tried to make you stop crying from being too scared that he wouldn't come back from his missions. You saw how he beheaded your demon mother and stepfather after they scratched his arms back then. You never want to see him hurt again, but he's a demon slayer. A Hashira, to begin with. His life won't really be about comfort and pleasures; he's here to slay demons, and he sacrificed his safety for that devotion.

You always wondered why he had agreed to take you under his wing after Kocho said that you were too scared, even to the three young girls in the Butterfly Mansion, but not to Sanemi. Despite his complaints, he still took you in and made sure that you were in safe hands.

Until one day, you just fell for him. His mean attitude, scarred exterior, and cold facade—those never stopped you from loving him more. And he fell for you too. He would never say things like, I love you, but you always felt special. Especially when he kissed you that night when you tried to stop him from leaving for his mission.

"Don't leave me Shinazugawa-san... Please... I—I... care for you so much."

Sanemi leaned in for a warm, passionate kiss, and you'll swear that his eyes glistened seconds before his intimate action.

"I'll come back for you. I won't die that easy. You know how badass I am, right?"

And that's it. That's how you and Sanemi's relationship changed in an instant.

"Hey, you're drowning in your thoughts again."

Sanemi pulled you out of the embrace, held you by your shoulders, and stared at you with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sane—"

"Another sorry from your lips, and I won't kiss you again."

Your heart started beating fast after what he said. You shut your mouth and bit your lip, making a small smile appear on Sanemi's face.

"Good girl. E/C, those fucking demons cannot return to harm you. I won't let them. I'll slash their heads even before they take a step near you. I promise I'll protect you. I won't lose you too."

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Sanemi suddenly pulled you into his arms again and kissed through your H/C hair. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't let that happen." He caressed your back, hushing you from the remnants of your past.

The fear in you subsided. Sanemi's right. No one can hurt you again. Sanemi's the only person who can kill the demons inside your head. He's the only person who's always there to get you back on your feet if you fall. His loving comfort and company are all you need to heal from your nightmares. And perhaps you're also what he needs to make peace with his.

Your shaking subsided as your breathing stabilised. You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Sanemi's sweet smile. This part of him is for your eyes only, and you're happy with that.

"Your wound still hurts, doll?" You shook your head. Sanemi suddenly pulled you onto his lap and held your waist. "That's good to know. If you ever feel that again, always remember that I'm here, okay? I'll kill all those demons for you if that's what it takes."

You hummed, putting your hands over his shoulders. "Thank you, Sanemi. Thank you for being here."

"Of course. I love you."

That's the first time that you've heard those three words come from his mouth. His raspy voice and his loving smile made you blush. You'll say the world has stopped, but it already has since Sanemi started loving you back.

"I love you too. I'll do my best to take care of you too."

Sanemi bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Now kiss me." He said, and you happily obliged, pressing your lips gently onto his as he embraced you tighter.

"Y/N, you're mine."

"Always yours, Sanemi..."

You replied through the sloppy kisses, and you'll never know; perhaps it'll be more in a few blinks of an eye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

I hope you enjoyed this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you so much for your request! And yes! I'll be writing a Kyojuro and Obanai fic for yah~ Totally appreciated this! ^^

Keep the requests going! Aside from X Reader, I also write Yaoi soooo~ BUT LET'S JUST FOCUS ON KNY BL IN CASE, FIRST!! XD

Feel free to comment and reblog this story~ Arigatou Gozaimasu!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[missblissy]

The Painter - Astarion X Reader

Summary: While out shopping in the city you come across a strange book. You decide to give it a read and get a few ideas… Maybe this was something you should share with Astarion?

Warnings: 🤷🤷 There isn’t really anything to be worried about, maybe suggestive themes but?? It’s mostly pinning, angst, kind of intimacy 👀 GN! Tav as always tho UwU)/✨

A/N: 🔫💀 I am here to bring more non-sexual intimacy with Astarion because I love healing a traumatized man. The poem used later in the story must get its credit where it’s due, and is Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost. As always, enjoy!

There are many things such a skill can be useful for. In time one can grow more fond of this technique with time and practice. A brush stroke can be equal of that to the hand caress along the inner thigh and bringing pleasure beyon-

“Hmm? Reading something new, I see?”

The binds of your book screamed out as the pages slapped such, cover to cover, while your skin nearly jumped off your own bones, “Astarion! H-hey!”

Peering over your shoulder from the back of the couch was the keeper of your heart and destroyer of any sense of sanity you had left. Astarion raised a cursed brow at you and leaned a little closer. The night was young and the floors below the Elf Song rang with customers coming and going as they pleased. Thankful the top floor was all to yourself but still, the liveliness below could still be heard.

“Why aren’t you down stairs with everyone else?” You asked as you set the book down beside you, even managing to slip it between the pillows and cushions.

Most of the others had joined the music and drinking below, Astarion was down there the last you checked, getting into some kind of heated debate with Wyll and Gale about who could flip a coin better. Sometimes those three could be so…

You shook the thought away as Astarion crawled over the back of the couch and smoothly sat down beside you, “Well I came looking for you of course,” He gave a wave of his hand then a side look, “You don’t normally hide away reading,”

There was a soft laugh from you and a half shrug, “We’ve been here for weeks now. There is only so much fun a drunken tavern can provide, and spending every night down there isn’t my cup of tea,”

“Hm, you’re no fun. What’s another night of drunken debauchery?” Astarion teased with a nudge of his shoulder into yours, but you gave a little shake of your head and he got his answer, “Fine, fine~” He sang out then threw his arms behind his head as he stretched, “One boring night, coming right up,”

You knew he was only teasing and meant nothing by it. Seeing as the flicker of amusement in the corner of his eye told you he would rather be up here with you anyways.

Without a second thought or a slight of hesitation, Astarion made himself comfortable. He laid down with his head in your lap, you letting out a little giggle as he shoved your hands out of the way to make room for himself. His feet dangled off the arm of the couch and he shuffled a bit as he kicked off his boots.

“So, tell me about this book you're reading, my love. I’ve seen your nose in it since we left that book shop,” Almost as if by instinct, your fingers started combing through his white curls, “It must be a terribly lascivious fantasy, no?”

You could hear the little giggle bubbling behind his words as he spoke as well. How many times has he mentioned the book now and you’ve just ignored him? “It’s not that kind of book,” You didn’t stop playing with his hair, but you did look away with a faint blush. If he was going to be persistent about it then you had little choice to put up a fight.

He started to reach over toward the book tucked beside you but you slapped his hand repeatedly, “It’s not that kind of book,” You huffed then grabbed it for yourself. Just to prove your point you leafed through the pages then stopped on a specific one.

To say it wasn’t just any kind of book would be an understatement. You held the book open and showed Astarion. On the page was a simple diagram. Well… perhaps not simple.

The vampire spawn tilted his head a little, not exactly sure what he was looking at. Slowly he lifted his hands up and held the book open himself, “That pain priest really did a number on you back then, huh?”

“In a way, yes. But… Not exactly,” You said, while gazing at the page as well. It was hand drawn by someone tied up, very tied up, and very restrained, hanging from bounds of ropes off a ceiling. You flipped to an earlier page, one that shows exactly what knots where needed to achieve such a complex picture.

You then flipped a few pages back, “You did too,” You were hesitant to say those words, but there was no reason to lie. Nothing good came from it so why hide. You stopped on a different picture with a person fully in the nude but covered head to toe in painted on words. Then to another page that required both you an Astarion to nearly tilt your heads in a 90 degree angle to get a better look at whatever it was you were seeing.

A moment of silence passed and Astarion narrowed his gaze softly with a raised brow and looked up at you, “What is this book?” He closed it and looked at the cover, no title, then the spine, nothing. He went to the first page and only found a table of contents.

You gentle took it from his grasp and started fingering through it, to somewhere in the middle where the title was hidden, “Peculiar Pleasures,”

Astarion sat up fully, his head no longer in your lap as he straightened out beside you, “What did you mean, when you said you did too?” There was a slow growth of worry on his face, like he was about to be in trouble.

But you have a quick wave of your hand to dispel such worries, “Nothing bad,” You softly smiled and placed a gentle hand on his, he quickly took it but still had a silent question in his face waiting for you to explain, “I…” You started, not exactly sure where to start, “… I Was looking through the books at the shop, just wandering about. I saw this book, and it reminded me of you. And what you said about this kind of stuff feeling… Tainted?”

He didn’t say much but he did raise a brow and held an open hand out with a curl of his fingers. You passed the book to him and watched as those same fingers flipped pages with care and curiosity.

Still a little frazzled, you felt your shoulders tense up and rise to your neck while letting out a nervous laugh, “I just thought it was interesting…” You started to ring your fingers together with that same empty laugh, “And maybe this book could, I don’t know… It’s sex without sex!” You blurted out louder and than you expected then got yourself all sorts of frazzled, “Like… ya know… that kind of stuff. I just thought-”

“You thought it could help,” His voice was cool like ice and just as slick, “That’s very sweet of you,” You finally looked at him to see a smile in the corner of his lips. He leaned into the distance between you two and placed a kiss on your cheek, “I’d like to keep this for awhile, if you don’t mind,”

“You actually want to read it?” The surprise in your voice was hard to hide, why wouldn’t you be? You gave him an odd look full of questions regardless.

He gave you another side look, one more playful as he turned to full face you with a tip of his head slightly to the side. Your noses barely touched as he smirked, “I’m just reading it, love, we aren’t doing anything,” It was cruel of him to flirt like this, and to give such a teasing tone.

It made the tips of your ears burn and your cheeks match, “I know!” You huffed and turned away sharply, “I mean- well. Good.” You smoothed out your shirt as some form of distraction or action to seem casual, “I’m glad you like it then,”

A soft laugh escaped his lips and you felt a smile tug at your lips. Soon the giggles came from you both. Astarion raised an arm, inviting you in by his side and you quickly took the offer, snuggling up and resting against his chest, “How far have you gotten? I shouldn’t have that much to catch up on,” With how fast he reads? It’d only take him a few hours you guessed.

Astarion opened the book again once you had both gotten comfortable on the couch. With a shrug you told him, “I’m not that far, maybe a few chapters?”

“Wonderful,” His grin was cheeky, “Means you don’t have much rereading to do,”

A curious brow was raised on your face, “Oh?”

He snuggled himself closer and began flipping to the first few pages, “Of course, everything I could want is right here,” His voice was laced like honey, sickeningly sweet, “Why would I bother leaving?” He teased, “A beautiful paramour by my side, a saucy book for the ages, and the rest of the night to ourselves,” A stray hand of his began combing through your hair, all the while he focused on skimming pages with ease. It was rather perfect.

You let out a little hum, “You have a point,” The curl of his fingers through your hair was enlightening yet calming. It was like a call of tranquility. Another hum as your eyes fluttered shut, “Wake me when you get to chapter 4? Around page… I don’t know, half way through,” To hells with him if he thought you’d reread the damn chapters a second time.

“Mhm,” Was his simply and soft reply, then followed but the subtle turn of a page. He never stopped twirling curls of your hair between his fingers, something of a rhythmic pattern that was predictable and pleasant.

Sometimes you’d get pulled from the lull when he’d pause, his hand stopped and a strange chuckle could be heard escaping his chest. Even peaking an eye open you could already tell what he was reading. You saw a silly but errotic picture from before, someone clad with no clothes being tickled by countless feathers and… other peculiar things. You laughed at that one too.

Or a few pages later there would be an image of someone experimenting with entire blocks of ice and nothing else, or toying with magic in stranger ways than normal. Even a few pages were dedicated to the art of chanting and just calling out sounds and how to seek orgasmic pleasure from just screaming. Though you couldn’t deny, some things in the pages seemed entirely thrilling. It was indeed a book of peculiar pleasures.

So the half chuckles and chortles from Astarion every so often put a smile on your face. Though you still drifted in and out of a half sleep, despite the ruckus downstairs still raging on. After some time with a vampire you grew to love the coolness that always radiated from Astarion, like a freezer, he was naturally chilled and cool to the touch.

After a while however you felt a little jostle on your shoulder. Then more of a shake. Your eyes shot open and for a split second you were expecting a surprise attack. It was just your beloved vampire, though, seeing as you nearly forgot with your little power nap, “Star-bite..?” You yawned the nickname and rubbed some sleep out of your eyes.

You eyes flickered to the book beside you, still in his hands, you noticed he was nearly to where you left off, he only had a couple pages left to catch up though.

“This one,” Astarion’s voice surprised you, causing you to snap your head towards him. You caught a look of what could only be described as determination. He fully turned the book to you and pointed his finger to the page with an image you had already seen.

There was a drawing of a woman painting on herself. She was, keep in mind, nude, but her body was covered in runes and words alone. They covered her from head to toe. Your eyes traveled to the paragraph below, you still remember what it said.

Pleasure can come in many forms, this one being the pleasure of touch and grace while healing, and exploring the mind and body so intimately that nothing but a brush stroke is needed. This practice is known as The Painter. Its purpose is to form bonds either with yourself or with that who holds the brush. There are many things such a skill can be useful for. In time one can grow more fond of this technique and with practice. A brush stroke can be equal to that of a hand caressing along the inner thigh and bring pleasure beyond what a touch could ever do. Paint into you what you’ve always wanted to hear, or secrets you can’t keep any longer. You could even scribe poems, or runes, whatever means most to you.

“I want to try this one,” Astarion’s voice caused your mind and eyes to drag up to him.

You felt a rush of blood run to your cheeks as you forced an awkward laugh, “R-right now?” He couldn’t be serious. Your eyes flickered around the room, wondering if anyone had come up from the tavern yet.

Astarion only answered you with a quick and sharp nod of his head. Well then…

You blinked a few times, still somewhat surprised by his forwardness, “O-okay,” Then you said it again with more confidence, “Okay!” You shot up from the couch and looked around then made your way to the door, Astarion was close to follow behind you. He did manage to grab an ink well and a brush, however, as you managed to slip away to the solo suite down the hall. He had not forgotten the book either.

“So, what do you want painted on you?” You closed the door as he followed in, then turned and watched as he kept his nose in the book and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Without lifting his head, he raised only his ruby eyes and gave you a staunt look, “I was thinking a poem,” That was rather interesting, or so you thought. A little fitting even.

But you still had to ask, “Are you sure? I mean,” You made your way over to him, sitting side by side while taking the ink well and brush that we’re still tucked under his arm, “I only ask because it wasn’t that long ago we thought it was just a poem on your back,”

“I’m sure,” He closed the book with a swift snap as the pages shut together, “Besides,” He leaned a little closer to you with a smirk, “I get to choose what it says this time,”

A soft single giggle of a laugh escaped you. You then clicked your tongue with a little shake of your head, “Alright, where do you want to start?”

You watched as he proceeded to think, mule over what he wanted and what he didn’t want. Which was still a foreign concept to him that he hadn’t quite yet settled into. Eventually and with caution he said, “Let’s just start with my arm. I don’t think I’ve got enough words to cover me… Nor do I think I want to,” He gave a small and nervous, boyish chuckle at the end.

“Okay,” You nodded with a smile and waited as Astarion shed a few layers, then undone his shirt and exposed only his torso. You had nearly forgotten how beautiful he was, but only soaked in the view for a moment before giggling giddy with bubbles, “You talk, I write,” You hummed and dipped the tip of the brush into the ink, tapped away the loose drops, then hovered it over his one of his shoulders, waiting with anticipation.

His breathing slowed, and Astarion thought. He even closed his eyes trying to envision the words appearing on his own skin. Soft, but not a whisper, his voice traveled deep from his lungs. A strange sounding roughness filled his words.

“I have been one acquainted with the night.”

Slowly with each word, you carefully wrote every letter with deliberate delicacy, as if you were painting on the world’s thinnest canvas, ready to break under the smallest weight.

“I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.”

His voice carried a world hidden within it, one that you could only ever catch a glimpse of in moments like these. Each faint brush stroke along his skin sent small and welcomed shivers from each place the hairs prickled his skin. Astarion even had to take long moments between each entry, to give you time to scrawl down his tainted words.

It was incredibly intimate, much to his surprise. Especially when he’d turn his head just enough to see you, and see your hard stare more focused on the brush strokes of each word than staring back at him. He couldn’t explain it, but having your attention still be on him, but not actually looking at him…. His chest felt light and his blood began to pick up speed. Your focus filled eyes would only glance back up at him when you were ready for the next verse. It was enough to make his breath hitch, for the candle light to reflect stars in his eyes and turn his head away once again.

“I have passed by the watchman on his beat, and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped to the sound of feet… When far away an interrupted cry came over houses from another street,”

You carefully worked down his arm, making your way to his wrist, to gently clasp it with your free hand and turn his arm over, palm facing up. There wasn’t a moment of lapse or pause as you continued on working your way up the other side of his unpainted arm. For you this was just as intimate. You could see the shift in his chest, the way his breathing would quicken and slow again depending on where the brush stoked along his skin. In all fairness, it was a learning experience, but still one that made your cheeks burn. Especially when you could feel him staring.

You were keen not to look back at him, or away from writing down his words. As much as you wanted to steal a glimpse, to see the half lidded look on his face, the glaze over of his eyes and the way his lips parted with each intentional word when he was speaking… As for now, all the two of you could hear was each other's shallow breathing, then of course Asterion's little quick in tack of air as you finished the verse and looked up at him waiting patiently.

“But not to call me back… or say good-bye… And further still at an unearthly height, one luminary clock against the sky proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right….” He paused, and waited, and even more still once you caught up. He said nothing for a moment, nothing at all. But soon he sighed out his next and final words as if they were more personal to him, as they were becoming words of affirmation rather than confirmation, “I have been one acquainted with the night,”

He didn’t move, and neither did you. You couldn’t place your finger on it, but you watched him slowly flutter his eyes close and take in a few low breaths. The ink on his skin had started to dry and you carefully traced your fingers over the black words once more. There wasn’t any tension between you two, rather, a longing.

You’re voice came as a subtle surprise to him, just to hear it that is, “I have become one acquainted with the night,” You echoed, still tracing the words along his arm, “It’s a beautiful poem,” You leaned closer and place a light and loving kiss on his shoulder, “And a little sad,”

Hearing so made a bittersweet smile curl onto Astarion lips and he breathed out a soft and low hum of a laugh, the kind that came from his nose as he sighed along with it. He tipped his head towards yours, a loving nudge as he nuzzled his cheek against the top of your head, “It is sad, but true,”

“Hmm,” You smiled a little more as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You fell into each other, into a loose embrace by simply enjoying the closeness. You still traced your fingers lightly along his painted arm, then softly gave a loose chuckle, “You know this doesn’t look to bad,” You gentle lifted his arm, in the process you hooked your arm around his and locked yourself at the elbow while slipping your hand into his, “I bet you’d be able to pull of tattoos if you wanted,” A banter was in your voice, light and airy.

A quick laugh came from him, and he raised an eyebrow at you, “You think so?” His giggle was laced into his words, he peered down along his arm and took a moment to imagine the words being replaced with more permanent art, “Is that your way of saying you’d like me more with ink?” The tease in his voice was harmless and playful.

With a dramatic, “Noo!” You nudged your shoulder into his, swaying a little together as you each laughed, “Only if you wanted to, of course. I like you just as you are,” Though you wouldn’t mind at all… the back of your mind flashed you images of Astarion honestly covered with tattoos.. hmph.

Astarion placed a little kiss along the side of your temple to ease his teasing and said, “Honestly I’ve never considered them before. The idea of a needle poking me for hours on end sounds like torture… Though…” He looked back down at his arm, gave it a little twist and a full view as he admired the words, “You are right, I do look pretty good,” He smirked with sharp teeth.

You burst into a fit of giggles and nodded your head along with him, “You really do,” You gestured back to the brush and ink well beside you, “I can do more if you like?”

His eyes flickered to follow your hand then he gave a little shake of his head, “This is a good start, for now,” He reached over and took your hand in his, bringing the back of it to his lips and placing a tender kiss against your skin, “Thank you. For doing this, I mean,” Then he gave a cheeky little shrug and a slight harmless roll of his eyes, “And maybe for getting the book too… I… I think I needed this,”

“Of course,” Your brows knitted together but with a sweetness as you place a hand on his cheek, “Of course!” You repeated with emphasis, placing a kiss on his forehead and pressing yours to his, noses just brushes against each other while you humed, “Anything for you, my sweet Star-bite,”

[mazeinthemiroh]

hihi, I just read the scenario for ateez with an s/o whose personality is similar to another member and I lived it so much,,, I was wondering if it was okay to request scenarios or hcs about going to the gym together with each member?👉🏻👈🏻

ateez when their s/o goes to the gym with them

genre: headcanons; general, crack

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

author's notes: thanks for your request sweetie. i hope this is what you meant but please let me know if i misinterpreted because i am super tired and it's very likely that i might have 😭

hongjoong

sharing a gym space with you allows hongjoong to step into flirty territory

he uses the equipment around him to make himself alluring ✨

i mean we all know he works on his chest the most so have fun with that one i'm totally not jealous ahaha i'm fine with this

but mostly it's kinda fun and carefree with him. he doesn't take the gym too seriously to be honest

will probably end up just chatting with you on the treadmill, both of you walking at a leisurely pace and using the time to catch up and talk about life

seonghwa

he persuades you to join like a yoga class or something

lists all the benefits of the class and pretends he's a professional when really his knowledge was all down to research he did in the middle of the night

the class is actually a lot more harder than he thought so he regrets even making you do it in the first place

so after bending in places he didn't know could bend, he's very much ready to take his leave and go get a maccies or smth

yunho

literally just goofs around the whole time

like... what did you expect?

if you thought this was going to be a serious gym session, please think again

this man literally does anything to make you laugh, and when he is in one of those giggly moods there's literally no stopping him, even at a public place like a gym

the type to sing 'row row row your boat' whilst on the rowing machine 💀 like you cannot take him anywhere

he's so unserious, pls

yeosang

he's like a humble bragger

will subtly flex and show off his arms to you, perhaps by using weights or resistance bands to work his biceps and triceps and really define their look

and then be all shy and giggly about like 'ahahha i'm so cute and shy but also very very hot please touch my arms uwu'

i can't with him-

he's actually a massive tease, idk if you can tell already

just so coy in like the best way possible, and he doesn't even mean to act like it. that's just who he is

san

he's not as subtle as yeosang is, that's for sure

we've got another flirty boy over here

he loves the attention he gets and he lives for compliments. words of affirmation is his thang, after all

so he will definitely show off in front of you and have no shame in doing so!

will probably go a step too far and lift really heavy weights that he can't actually lift and will probably pull a muscle or something 💀

then you'll have to support him as he limps his way out of the gym. hopefully he would've learned his lesson by that point

mingi

mingi is so touchy at the gym omg

he loves watching you working out regardless like it's just so satisfying for him

and then he will show off what he can do for you, within reason

but usually he likes working out with you and seeing if he can lend a hand in anyway

and between water breaks, despite being hot and sweaty, he's all over you, whether that's leaning on you when his breathing hard when really he just wants a hug, or anything else that he does

he loves spending time with you regardless so he is more than happy to invite you to the gym every time he thinks of going!

wooyoung

is so competitive omg, and for no reason???

like you might just be minding own business when he pulls up on the treadmill next to you and goes a pace higher than what you're doing

so then you go faster than him to challenge him

and then he goes faster than you

and so on

until yall are sprinting on that thing until one of you concedes to the other

depending on how stubborn you are, you could be running for a long while

just be sure to bring some water because you're gonna need it afterwards

jongho

jongho obviously is very strong and can quite easily lift most weights at the gym

he still likes to challenge himself though so he may try even heavier weights that he hasn't tried before

usually sticks to his own thing and leaves you to it

but if you ask him for help, he can be a very good personal trainer

will teach you how to do certain things you're unsure about or tell you how to do things safely so you don't hurt yourself or pull a muscle

he loves being able to help you in this way

[rachi-roo]

Oh! OH! The queen hath opened her requests! May I please request a fic with lee! Sigma and ler! Dazai from BSD. I'm watching the dance scene between them and I can't help but THINK of the tk possibilities from that scene. Why do you think Sigma was so on edge? Dazai was tickling him XD

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Sway with Me

QUEEN?! UWU *kith your forehead* Thank you so much for this request! The sillies are so very silly. Of COURSE Dazai was tickling him in this scene XD The damn scrumpy scrimblo. Poor Sigma, he really wouldn't stand a chance against him, but I'm sure he loved it really! ❤️

Summary: During their escape, Dazai decides his dance partner needs to loosen up a little.

Lee!Sigma, Ler!Dazai

Tw: None

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Spinning and twirling into the little, valuable time the two had left, Sigma was getting more and more irritated and dizzy by the second.

"Rh-! Dazai! Will you just-!" He snapped, stumbling out of rhythm with the music only Dazai could hear, trying to stiffen his stance and stop the mummy-esque man from throwing him around. "Let go already, damn it!"

Dazai tutted as he smiled, pulling Sigma into another spin using his weight, grinning at the sight of his new friends hair as it fanned out with the movement. "No, no, no, this just won't do~" He smirked, shifting the hand he held on Sigmas waist so his thumb was neatly pressed into the others hip.

"How can I enjoy my newfound freedom if you keep dancing like the tin man~?" He cooed, applying pressure to Sigmas skinny, protruding hip. "Sway more, loosen up, like this, see?"

"Dazahai! N-Noho! Stop that, woah!" Sigma tried to lean away, but Dazai kept him close as he waltzed down the corridor with him. "Stohop! No, this isn't-! Haha!"

As Sigma struggled, Dazai interlocked their fingers with one hand, keeping Sigma from pulling away as his free hand clung to Dazais attacking wrist. "W-We hahave to beat FyodOHOR! Nyahaha!" His knees wavered as Dazai massaged his thumb slightly higher up, just teasing his side.

"Stohop!" Sigmas cheeks flushed with colour as Dazai used his struggling movements to incorporate into their dancing.

"There we go. You move with such grace when you loosen up and smile." Dazais voice was a soft coo as he looked at Sigmas expression. Admiring his bright smile that was being challenged by a very unconvincing frown.

A finger traced up the length of his back, making Sigma squeak and flinch. "Dazai! Y-You have to STAH- Stop! Eeh!" He leaned back, allowing Dazai to suddenly spin him on the spot, one arm raised high over his head.

"What lovely moves you have~ But you need to smile more!" Dazai grinned, attacking Sigmas unprotected armpit briefly, earning a flurry of panicked giggling as Sigma yanked his arm down, only to be snatched back into the waltzing position, his side coming under attack again.

"Gyaha! O-Okahay! Okay! E-Enough already! DazAHAI! S-Stop with the tickling! This is ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous? Haha, what's ridiculous is how ticklish you are. It is adorable though~"

"Uh!? Shut up! Ah! Dahamn it!"

Sigma squeaked, arching his back as he felt Dazais hand skittering across his back, tweaking several nerve points that made his breath hitch. "Eeehehe! C-Cut it out! Wah!" He gasped as Dazai used the opportunity to lean into a dip, grinning at Sigma as he caught his breath.

"You're a natural~!" Dazai sang. Sigma just glared back.

"Are you finished?" He asked, glaring up at the grinning man, his cheeks a glow with embarrassment and his breath shuddering.

"Hmm..." Dazai grinned, holding Sigma in the dipped position, slowly walking his fingers over his stretched tummy.

"I. Don't. Knoooow~" He teased, his fingers taking a step with each word. "This is a long corridor, and there's no fun in just walking."

A nervous grin grew over Sigmas face as he saw the gears turning in Dazais crooked little mind. "Dazai-"

"On we go~! Sway with me, Sigma!"

"Wahait!" The hallways were once again filled with Sigmas giggly protests as he and Dazai waltzed and spun without purpose for a while. Sigma never wanted it to end.

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Thank you for reading!

[argentimybeloved]

Can we as a fandom of like ANY kind actually treat LGBTQ+ ships as normal??

Almost everytime I see an mlm ship in a fandom, it’s almost always treated as

Big alpha man top 😡😡 x soft uwu boy bottom 🥺🥺

STOP THAT.

The characters are WAY more than a ship. They’re characters with backstory, a personality, OTHER REALATIONSHIPS OTHER THEN UR SHIP.

You’re pretty much mischaracterising these characters soley for a ship and I’m growing tired of seeing a copy and paste dynamic with mlm ships when they act NOTHING like that.

Not only that, a ship doesn’t need to be SEXUAL. I’ve seen this a lot with ship names. Personally, I don’t see the point in having whoever’s name is “first” as the “top”

It’s the same ship, nothing changes about the ship other than what goes on under the covers. I don’t wanna see things like

“Haikaveh better”

Or

“Kavetham better”

IT’S THE SAME?? If you HC one as “top” or “bottom” fine, but don’t comment it under a video of them just because the tags differs. ESPECIALLY if the video was just a simple kiss on the cheek.

Wlw have it better in terms of the fact from what I’ve seen the characters don’t get as mischaracterised (doesn’t mean it isn’t there) so the fact this is mainly happening to mlm ships make me feel like people are infantilising the ship and/or fetishing it. Neither are good in any case.

When it comes to wlw ships tho, despite it having It doesn’t help wlw ships gets almost no attention at all (*cough* chaggie *cough cough*)

But really, why do we give so much attention to a mlm ship but give no attention to a wlw ship?? Ofc not everyone does it but from my experience, no one cares for wlw ships.

It’s getting annoying honestly

TDLR; Stop mischaracterising mlm couples and actually READ their lore, and stop ignoring/forgetting wlw ships

Please and thank you

[celenawrites]

TW - just a vent about fandom stuff.

I feel kinda sad about how some creators in the CoD fandom have now abandoned creating content for the game series due to the demanding nature of other fans who used to consume their content. (fics, art, etc)

Like, these artists/writers in the fandom write fanfics/create art, FOR FREE OF COST and dedicate SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY to their craft despite not getting much in return, only to deal with senseless hate, ignorance, stupidity and get treated as content generation machines; instead of actual human beings with jobs and studies and friends and families that need their time and attention as well.

A lot of us folks who write or draw do this as a hobby. As an outlet for our creativity, and we find this community for the media we are currently fixated on and we create things inspired by it cuz it brings us joy. IT MAKES US HAPPY SO WE CREATE CONTENT FOR IT!!! And then to see the same fandom/community and their horrendous behaviour driving away the creators from the fandom and the media itself is just....sad. Very disheartening.

Like I miss so many of the creators who have just given up on CoD cuz of this issue. Their works have inspired me to start writing again. They make me wish I start learning how to draw and paint again too. Their works have touch my soul, and made me happy - gave me something to look forward to every day.

But I'd much rather they leave the fandom and take care of themselves and their life, than to succumb to this weird pressure fans and fan-content consumers put on them, y'know?

Plus recently, I've seen a lot of racist and stereotypical prejudices from some CoD fans (and even some creators). I know a lot of them are new to the fandom, I was too. But I took an active effort to learn more about this game series. (and it's an ongoing effort cuz I cannot afford to play the games so I have to settle for wiki articles, gameplays, and comics) And I see so many fans not give a shit about it. They treat these characters as blank canvases to fulfill their hypersexual fantasies. (I like me a good smut fic or two, don't get me wrong) But that just makes it impossible for newer fans to get to know more about the lore and the characters. I had just finished watching the campaign for MW, and let me tell you, there are so many complex missions, characters and storylines to explore and depict through fanfics, and it's insane so many people disregard it for their whimsies so easily. That will just stunt your growth as an artist/writer! Read up on the lore, watch the game plays(the OGs and the remakes!) , maybe even read the comics!!! I promise you won't regret it ever!!!

Also, please! For all that is holy, stop putting these complex fictional characters into restricted boxes and label them. That just makes them so one-dimensional. Like -

Soap is not always cheery and bubbly and your fellow bestie. Simon is not an abuser/emotionally dead asshole just because he has a hard time expressing his emotions like everyone else. König, despite the lack of storyline/lore we have on him, isn't an uwu social anxiety babygirl, damn it. Stop excluding Gaz from your HCs and fics! He's a complex man with so many interesting things to explore about his overall story and psyche as a part of 141. He's not always begging for Price's approval either, he can and has objected to how questionable their methods have been regarding their field/work. Stop excluding Gaz from 141 stuff! It makes you look like a POS, and a lot of the people who exclude him are doing so for....pretty racist reasons. As a POC, this shit sucks balls. Also stop stereotyping POC characters in CoD - Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, Gaz, Farah....just stop. Their ethnicity or race should not deter you from writing about them in a way that doesn't come across as prejudiced and ill-informed.

Also, not necessarily a rant, but please consider/remember the fact that the military has always been a bit of a morally dubious field of work irl, and just cuz CoD is military-centric and features characters who work in the army or PMC and take out bad guys - that doesn't take away from the violent history military has and how they have contributed to the deterioration of many countries (mainly in the Middle East). Heck, even these characters in the CoD games have done extremely unethical things and employed treacherous methods in order to get the job done. These characters may be good people in fiction, but that doesn't mean that they have done great things or have always stayed morally pure. Explore the dubious nature of it all - explore how dark and harrowing it can be for them and for the people that unwittingly or knowingly get involved in their work. It's dark and twisted but it's crucial since it's inspired from our world and it's necessary for us as humans and as artists to explore such themes and analyse them! It's crucial for the soul!!!

[dragonofpandora]

idk what to tag this so people can avoid it but this is me yelling about hating the cutesy plushies that are 90% of the Avatar animal merch so if you like those please feel free to hit J to skip on desktop; I don't want to yuck your yum I just want to yell for a minute

Man. I really wish that more of the Avatar merch plushies were less... cutesy. Like,

I guess these are kind of cute, but if I'm honest, "cute" doesn't really... work with the ikran design imo. Also they look worse in person than they do in photos, which is truly impressive, usually it's the other way around.

Come on. That barely even looks like a nantang. I had to stop and figure out whether it was supposed to be a nantang, palulukan, or some kind of melanistic pa'li.

The soulless eyes and human smile are what get me, I think. Like - does this not look worlds better?

(And it's still got the weird eyes.)

THERE'S ONE GUY THEY ABSOLUTELY HIT THE MARK ON, THOUGH.

he's glorious!!! he looks so good!!! he's simplified without drastically changing his look to be UwU so cute!! why can't we have ALL the animals in this styOH MY GODS THEY MADE A CUTESY VERSION TOO IT JUST MUST NOT HAVE BEEN IN STOCK WHEN I WAS THERE

WHAT- WHAT THE FUCK. THAT'S CURSED I'M SORRY THAT ONE'S SO CURSED EVERYBODY ELSE GO HOME THE REST OF THEM ARE OKAY BUT AAA

anyway the tsurak plush (NOT YOU) is the only one that got it right and I desperately want more Pandoran animals in THAT style of plush, stop trying to make designs that do not lend themselves to cutesiness well cutesy on principle, or if you're going to (because I know a lot of people do like these and that's fair, that's their business) then please at least make designs that also actually stay faithful to their original designs and vibes, thanks for coming to my TED talk

Also shoutout to the pa'li plush which I think is the only one where I actually like how the cutesy version came out

look at him. he's perfect. I don't know why he came out so much better, but he did. perfect boy. very sad he was not in the store when i was there or I probably would have bought him.

[happyfoxx-art]

An untitled oneshot featuring my dragon oc and his princess uwu

TW/ Blood, injury. uhh i think that's all that you should know.

this was a lil thing I wrote to shake off the rust! It's been a LONG time since i wrote anything with ocs. Let me know if you enjoy!

Alphonse was in trouble. 

That much was clear, from the cluster of knights scuttling around the perimeter of the barn, yelling that they would be in soon. Blood spattered the dirt at Theo’s feet, painting the grass crimson. “We’ve got it cornered men- it’s hurt, we’ll be able to get rid of it for good this time!” the captain called. A log had been brought to try and break down the door. “Steel yourselves! It’s killed it’s last-”

“STOP!” Theo finally shouted, striding forward with a confidence that was almost entirely a fabrication. The Captain, to his credit, only looked startled for half a second.

He put a hand up to quiet the contingent of men. “Princess Theodosia, what are you doing here? Where is your guard-”

“My guard is- is in trouble. A man- a group of men tried to assault me three streets over- Alphonse sent me to find help.” She pointed urgently back towards the town. “He’s going to be overwhelmed, please. If- If the dragon is hurt I’m sure it won’t go anywhere while you go and aid-”

“Of course, highness,” the Captain agreed easily. He gestured and the knights started to hustle off before Theo’s wide eyes. “I can leave some guards-” 

“NO!” Theo startled herself with her own voice. Deep breath, Theo. Calm, cool, collected. “I- I mean. No. That- That is alright- there’s no one here. Just- go help Alphonse, please. I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to him-”

The Captain looked at her for a long moment, then settled upon setting the bar across the barn doors. “Alright. Stay out of sight and do not touch this. This thing has brought enough misfortune upon the kingdom. We will be back shortly to take care of it.”

Theo nodded very convincingly, her puff pigtails bouncing with the rigorous movement , giving a polite bow to the Captain as he rallied his knights and rushed off. Once they were out of earshot she waited all of 30 seconds before hauling the bar off the barn door. Pulling at the door she found it gave- the dragon must have moved further inside now. She sidled the door open and slipped inside.

The barn was dark, the windows blessedly closed to prying eyes. Theo wasn’t sure who owned this barn exactly, it could very well be on her family's land for all she knew. She hoped so. Less chance of getting interrupted again. 

The smell of blood was strong, metallic and sickening. Spatters of it stained the wood at her feet, painted the inside of the door, showing that he'd used his body to keep it shut for a time.  “Alphonse,” Theo whispered, edging forward through the dark. “Alphonse, can you hear me?”

In response she got a frantic scrabbling sound from the back corner of the barn. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, the hulking form of the dragon- of Alphonse curled into pile of loose hay became clear. The soft lilac downy feathers that covered his body were stained red, hay sticking tp him where he was too wet with fresh blood. His eyes, probably much better adjusted to the dark than Theodosia’s, didn’t have that hint of intelligence she’d learned to watch for. No recognition crossed his face even as she edged closer, her hands outstretched to try and show she wasn’t a threat.

A feral snarl loud enough to shake Theo’s bones escaped from his throat when he decided she was getting too close. She froze, trying not to shake. He wouldn’t hurt her, right? Under all the fear and pain, that was still Alphonse. That still had to be Alphonse. She kept still as she looked him over. This was the longest she’d been able to get a look at him like this.

Golden orange eyes stared at her down a broad muzzle, one side of his face plastered in blood. A cut over his eyebrow. A pair of autumn colored rams horns, curled elegantly around the long deer like ears on the sides of his face. They flicked here an there. Wicked claws of the same color as his horns, digging at the soft dirt floor of the barn, leaving deep gouges in the earth. Long feathers, almost like fur trailed from the top of his head down his spine to his tail that whipped back and forth in agitation. Darker purple marks outlined the lilac saddle shaped marking, and his feet, the rest of him giving way to a near white shade of amethyst. 

A couple arrows stuck awkwardly out of the side of his long neck, but they were only bleeding lazily so they must have missed anything too important. Another arrow stuck out of his front leg- arm? - and a myriad of shallow grazes trailed up his shoulder. 

Theo allowed herself a quiet breath out. It wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t actively dying, not right now. “They’re gone,” she whispered. “They’re gone but they’re going to come back. We need to get you out of here, Alphonse.” 

Lips pulled back to show sharp teeth, a long slow hiss. Theo didn’t move. After a few moments of a staring contest, Alphonse snorted at her and turned his attention back to himself. Teeth parted to try and grip the arrow planted in his leg. 

“No wait- don’t-” Theo began, but before she could get far the arrow snapped between his jaws like a toothpick and a cry of pain escaped. His attention whipped back around to Theo, as she’d moved closer in her desire to prevent him from making things worse. He started to move to get up, all his body language screaming stay away. 

They froze again, both of them this time. Alphonse, halfway to his feet again, his wings held out to appear larger. His feathers puffing up, his teeth bared. Theo, her hands out once again, her chest tight with anxiety. They stood there for what felt like an eternity. 

Theodosia slowly, slowly, lowered her hands. “We do not have time for this,” she breathed out, then took a step forward. Alphonse clicked alarmedly, skittering backwards into the corner further. “You are hurt. We need to leave. Now, Alphonse. Please.”

Her shoes crunched hay beneath them and finally the dragon jerked forward and let out a scratchy, terrible roar right in her face. His breath was hot with threatened flames, sparks at the back of his throat. Theo scrunched up her face and gathered her courage. 

When he began to quiet, she drew herself up. “Do not shout at me! If you’d have listened to me in the first place we wouldn’t be in this mess! Now pull yourself together so your friends don’t come back here and finish you off!” she yelled back, her fists balling up. 

She waited for him to respond, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Waited for him to  bite her head off or something equally horrible. But it never came. Instead, she felt the smallest nudge against her forehead, and warm breath ruffled her hair once again. Soft this time.

Theo opened her eyes and looked up. The darkness in his eyes had receded, thoughts overtaking instincts once again. He definitely looked confused, though.

Despite herself, tears welled up in Theo’s brown eyes and she grabbed hold of his muzzle, pulling his head close. “Idiot,” she murmured. “I’ll start by shouting next time.”

X

The journey back to the palace was simpler than Theo felt like it should have been. Clinging to Alphonse’s back, her fists wrapped around wads of the thick, long feathers along his spine, he’d ran through back alleys as fast as he could with his injuries. Finding a space in the orchards storehouse had been easy. No one was there this time of year.

Theo stood at the door once again, praying her dragon had not lost himself again in the time it had taken for her to slip into the infirmary and gather the needed materials. She had no idea what would happen when he turned back into himself. How would the injuries translate? The arrows piercing his neck concerned her the most- as a dragon he had a lot more muscle and space to have not hit anything important.

He didn’t have that luxury as a human. They needed to hurry. 

The door creaked as it opened and warm light filtered into the small building. Alphonse barely fit into it, tucked carefully in on himself. She found him delicately licking at the snapped arrow in his arm, his head laid fully on the floor. He glanced up at her, and had the wherewithal to look sheepish at being caught in the act.

Okay, so not quite all there, but at least not going to bite at her for treating his wounds.

 No longer backed into a corner, waiting for knights to execute him, the adrenaline seemed to be fading. He looked so tired. 

Theo stepped inside, leaving the door open so she’d have enough light to work. She set the bag she’d brought before him, and kneeled in front of his large paws. 

“Are you there?” she asked plainly. He clicked softly, and began to nod before stopping with a quiet whine. He closed his eyes and lulled his head to the side a bit, as if asking for her to get on with it. Theo let out a breath. “That hurts, doesn’t it,” she murmured, leaning forward slowly with gentle hands to probe about his neck. 

He grumbled quietly, but didn’t move. She easily found his pulse, blessedly distant from the injuries. “They didn’t get your jugular,” she finally announced. “It’s just muscle.” A beat of silence, her hand pressed against his neck, feeling his pulse against her palm. “I.. I’ll do my best, Alphonse, but I’m not any sort of doctor or healer…”

A noise a bit like a hum. She pressed her lips together and went through the supplies she’d brought. A needle and thread, some alcohol, a knife. Bandages. Clothes for when he hopefully changed back soon but not too soon. They still hadn’t figured out what triggered the shift. In either direction.

“Alright, do you… want me to count? Or just get it over with?” she asked, holding up the bottle of alcohol. Alphonse clicked twice. Option two then. “Okay. Okay, okay…” Theo figured the ones in the neck would be the worst. In silence, she cut the arrows down to make them a bit easier to work on, worked herself around his long neck to get a better angle, realized she was stalling, and poured alcohol over her hands to hopefully keep everything clean. 

The first arrow felt like an ordeal all on its own. Delicately using the knife and her fingers she worked to edge it out without the backwards facing bits catching, trying to ignore the way his skin twitched against her hands. Blood smeared across her fingers, painting her nails ruddy.  More blood started to dribble out of the wound once she’d finally removed the head of the arrow, tossing it aside and pressing an alcohol soaked cloth against the puncture. 

The sting, however, brought Alphonse out of whatever haze he’d been in, a sharp noise wheezing out of him as her jerked away, nearly causing Theo to topple off her feet. “Whoa, whoa whoa, stop moving! Alphonse- you’re bleeding-” she yelped, grabbing a fistful of ridge feathers near the base of his skull in an attempt to yank him back down. 

To her surprise, he complied easily with the pull. He stopped moving almost altogether. She glanced up towards his head watching his ears flick in alarm, the feathers that weren’t slicked with blood fluffing up again. “Easy… It’s just me,” she whispered, replacing the wad of cloth over the wound to staunch the flow of blood and hopefully clean the wound. “It’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Alphonse let out a pitiful whimper in response. And if that didn’t tear at Theo’s heart. She released her grip on the ridge feathers, stroking her hand over the spot to try and smooth the ruffled feathers out again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He turned his head slowly, just enough to look at her with betrayal in his eyes. “I- I thought it was like a mane on a horse, don’t look at me like that! You’re just as new to this as me!”

Alphonse huffed, as if the comparison was absurd. Theo however, blinked a couple times. “A-Actually, hang on. I have an idea,” she said. She shucked her cloak as quickly as she could with one free hand, and held it out to Alphonse’s face. “You’ve seen the vets work on the horses, haven’t you? They- they cover their faces?” Alphonse blinked at her, his little dot brows pinching together. “It seems like it helps, you know?” 

 He quietly breathed out again, then shifted his head just a bit closer. “Is that okay?” Theo asked, moving to put the cloak over his eyes. He closed them in response and let her complete the action. Settling the fabric over his face like a blindfold, she gently pushed  him away. “Stretch out again so I can work. I won’t do anything without saying.”

Alphonse made the quiet humming noise again, and seeming to have settled better (so it did help!), went still. Theo let out her own quiet breath of relief and got back to work. Uneven stitches that she talked both herself and Alphonse through went into the first wound. The second arrow, which seemed to stick worse than the first, finally removed. Another round of clumsy stitches, but the blood was stopped so Theo considered it a victory.

She cleaned the shallow wounds along his shoulder next. Informed him that she’d put bandages over them once he was human again- she hadn’t been able to nick enough to bandage him like this.

Finally, she moved to his leg. She looped a couple bandages around it above the injury to start a tourniquet. “This one I can do properly,” she muttered. “You’re doing great. We’re almost done. Lift your leg a bit?”

He complied through her instructions, breathing slowly but evenly now. When she loosed the tourniquet again, more stitches done (the best ones yet, by the way), she moved her hand up to one of his horns. “We’re nearly done,” she said gently. She didn’t get a response. “Alphonse?”

Picking herself off the ground, in her bloodstained dress, she stepped softly around to his face again. She pulled her cloak off his face to find he’d either fallen asleep or passed out at last. His face had relaxed, the markings under his eyes making him look permanently exhausted seeming to be more prominent now. Theo pressed her lips together and gently smoothed back the feathers that seemed to imitate hair along the top of his head. “Alright… alright, good," she whispered. 

Kneeling at his face, she dabbed the blood off of his eyelid. Peppering the cleaning with gentle rubs of his head, she managed to clean the cut and most of the blood off his feathers without waking him. 

Quietly, she pressed a tiny kiss to his brow. After setting his clothes where he’d see them and changing into a new, clean set of clothes herself, she sat down outside the storehouse. She settled in to wait. 

X

The sun was down and Theo had lit a lantern by the time she heard the sound of human footsteps behind her. She didn't move from her curled up position, listening as he shuffled about. "Did the stitches stay put?" She asked, picking at a lose thread at her knee. 

"They did," Alphonse replied. Relief poured through Theo at hearing his soft voice. "Though, I could admittedly use some assistance with the bandages, my lady. If that's alright."

Theo rocked forward and got to her feet. "I assume you're decent?"

"Of course."

So Theo turned and walked back into the shed, bringing the lantern with her. Alphonse was standing in the weak light, his tunic held in his hands. The injuries had shrank to remain proportional to his human form, much to Theo’s relief. 

They got settled and Theo began wrapping his wounds in the weak light. "Do you remember? What happened?" She asked, winding the bandages round and around his shoulder and bicep. 

Alphonse shook his head. His lips pressed into a thin line. "I remember… some guy trying to jump a woman in the alley," he murmured. His eyes were still the same bronze as his dragon form. The markings under his eyes remained as well as a couple trailing down his chest and shoulders. He took a shuddering breath. "Then… nothing for a while."

Theo tied the bandage off and then moved to inspect the puncture wounds. Just to be safe. "You don't remember… the knights?"

He jerked, looking to her with eyes blown wide. "They saw me like that?!" 

Theo nodded weakly. "They tried to kill you. That's how you got hurt…" she trailed off. Alphonse buried his face in his hands, letting out a slow breath. 

Fingers raked through his amethyst hair. "Did I hurt anyone?" he breathed out.

"Not that I know of. They said you killed someone but-"

"I killed someone?!"

"You wouldn't do that," Theo protested, taking his hand out of his hair. "You couldn't have. We'll get to the bottom of this. We'll figure out what causes this… you aren't a monster."

Alphonse stared at his feet. 

Theo finished tying off the last of the wounds, light wrapping around his neck to cover the marks there. "Do you remember anything at all?"

"I remember you," he whispered. "I remember feeling safe with you." He pulled his tunic on and smoothed it out, being careful with his bad arm. "I mostly remember feelings, nothing clear. It's like waking up from a dream I can't quite remember. I know things have happened but I can't make sense of the flashes I do recall."

Theo set the supplies that were left back into her bag. Alphonse pulled his boots on, arranged his hair in a way to hide the bandages on his neck. 

"How can you be sure I wouldn't hurt someone? How can you be sure I won't hurt you?"

Theo looked up, slinging her cloak back over her shoulders. "Because it's you," she answered plainly. "You'd never hurt me."

Alphonse did not look satisfied with this answer. "I don't think that thing is me." He protested, gesturing for her to start walking. They'd need to be home soon or people would ask more questions than they already were going to. 

Theo hummed softly, knitting her fingers together. "It is though. I can tell. Its… you. But more open than you allow yourself to be as a man," she murmured. "I accidentally scruffed you and you looked at me like a kicked puppy."

Alphonse looked to go through the five stages of grief at great speed upon hearing this. His mouth opened and closed a couple times before he found words again. "You what?"

Okay, they weren't the most eloquent, but they were words. 

Theo found a giggle bubbling out of her. "You weren't being a cooperative patient, it's not my fault," she defended. "It's you, Alphonse. A freer you, but it's still you."

Alphonse watched her back as she walked ahead of him. “A freer me?”

Theo nodded, glancing over her shoulder. “It reminds me of when we were kids, actually.”

[your-local-hoemie]

ꕥgenshin impactꕥ boyfriend head-canons. Number 2 Liyue boogaloo~

The first one I did got so much attention like thank you so much, I’d die for you all ^^

No I didn’t put xiao first because I was too excited to write him and no I didn’t get carried away with his scenario. Shut up.

I’m still super busy, I kid you fucking not I’ve been trying to get fired but it isn’t working for some god damn reason and I’ve had like four hours sleep in total since my last request so I apologise if this is completely incoherent, I am rapidly becoming very unhinged <33

This was just for funsies and to keep me sane so I still apologise for not get to any requests at the moment :(

Summary: Just the Liyue boys as your S/O uwu

Warnings: fluff, swearing, established relationship, gn!reader, a little suggestive (childe), not proof-read.

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Childe (I know he’s from that Russian place I can’t spell for the life of me but shush).

I really wanted to do baizhu but I just pulled him and I wanna go through his story so I can really get his character traits, I’ll be doing my fruity baby in the future~

Xiao~

Oh my sweet baby

My boy

The man, the myth :(, the legend~

He’s the reason my standards are too high

Curse his pretty face

Absolutely oblivious before confessing

Everyone around him could tell how different he was around you

But no matter how much they mentioned it he’d just be like

“Adepti have no need for such feelings, you mortals have such foolish ideas and no respect”

Meanwhile he’s trying his best to stomach the cake you made him just because you made it for him

At first he genuinely thought you were kinda annoying lmao

Always being so nice to him and wouldn’t leave him alone

Only when you went away to Inazuma did he realise how much he grew accustomed to your strange daily rituals of bringing him qingxings that you picked yourself just to follow him around like a puppy

I actually don’t think he’d appreciate being given too much almond tofu

Even though he likes it better than any other food can you imagine being fed the same thing everyday non stop :/

Proceeded to ask his dad Zhongli for advice

He doesn’t understand why he feels all weird and tingly

Genuinely thinks it’s his karmic debt

Zhongli proceeds to be a shit and tell’s him to “find out on his own” for some kind of moral lesson or something idfk

When he accidentally brings it up with Goldet, things get fun

Well not really for him but for everyone else’s entertainment, yes

Even with exTREME reluctance he somehow gets roped into “how to express emotions 101” lessons

Has to practice having a full conversation with a scarecrow that Goldet ever so kindly dragged in for him :)

Embarrassed, Humiliated, overwhelmed

And yet still he persists for reasons unbeknownst to him

It isn’t until he overhears some rumours about a show down between the electro archon and a mortal that he realises he might like like you

That and the constant teasing and encouragement from Zhongli and Goldet

Boys distraught

First of all he can’t have feelings for someone

He’s just going to hurt you!

He has a duty to uphold!

Only after brooding to himself for a few days does he accept it

Take it slow with him please, he may be a demon killing yaksha but he’s so scared and paranoid

Red flags? Nah we colour blind here

When you get back from Inazuma it’s very clear that your patience is thin and energy being nonexistent

Fuck you tsurimi island I hope you burn

So seeing when returning to Wangsheng Inn to find the one person you’d be holding out to see after so long, not there and a letter left to you telling you to head to the top of gingyun peak

You were not happy to say the least

Thought it was another commission and almost didn’t go

Curiosity got the better tho and that’s where he awkwardly gave you his own qingxing flowers and a amusingly bad attempt at making your favourite food

Tries to hide how red he is

Seeing you cloaked in the moonlight, leaves and fireflies framing your pretty face~

Boys a mess~

He doesn’t even have to say anything, you just pull him in for a hug and after the initial shock of it he decides then and there that you’re now bound together <3

Rarely openly admits he loves you

Too scary

At least for the moment

He is a bird

So you know what that means?

Bird behaviour goobery activated~

Brings you flowers, pebbles, crystals and anything “pretty” he comes across during his day

Pda is a no unless you want him teleporting away and pouting for a good 48 hours because he got flustered

When you’re alone though he’s more open

Hand holding, forehead kisses, sometimes even cuddling if the planets align and his karma isn’t bothering him as much that day!

He’s so touch starved he just needs to get used to affection ;-;

Stalks you romantically

He just wants to keep you safe, he’s lost so much and gone through unimaginable pain

It took some time for him to be ok with you being so close to him since he’s scared of his karmic debt hurting you

Gets super red when talking about you~

“Hm? Y/N? Well they’re..um..very important to me I suppose”

Poof. he’s suddenly “needed” somewhere else

Even if it doesn’t seem like he cares too much I can assure you that he treasures you

You’ve given his life filled with pain and loss so much meaning and even though he’s bad with expressing his emotions he’ll always find some way to make sure you know how special you are to him <3

I don’t think he’d use much pet names

Either calls you by your first name/Qingxing/sweetheart/love.

Zhongli~

Mmm fancy gentleman

British but if British people weren’t a mistake

Sighs in being British

He’s such a gentle dude ;-;

Always pulling chairs out for you or kissing your hand while holding a door open

Don’t be mistaken though

He’s an absolute smug little shit

He just hides it very well

Teases you in the most unholy of ways only to look at you with confused innocent eyes

Impossible to be mad at istg

Sliced fruit dad™️

Teaches you how to traditionally make tea after he noticed you using tea bags

Genuinely mortified him

Likes to take you on walks around Liyue and tells you stories from his life as a archon

Speaking of which I’m 100% sure he was completely unhinged when he was younger

When he first realised he was falling for you he was the sweetest person

He’d take time to somehow “accidentally” cross paths with you and just so happened to be there if you needed help

Brings you the prettiest bouquets of flowers all personally arranged by him

He has experience to a certain degree

We all know the back story and if you don’t I’m not spoiling uwu

When he decided he had dragged it on for long enough he decided to finally confess

Surprisingly nervous

Man had to keep adjusting his collar and tie and absolutely wasn’t sweating just a little

Made casual conversation while walking with you to that big crystal tree where he kept his traumatised dog

Held both of your hands right as the sun spilled golden sunlight across the mountains and probably end up cupping your cheek with the softest smile ;-;

“I have witnessed many beauties in my time but the warmth of your smile truly is the most awe inspiring sight I ever have and ever will lay eyes upon”

Xiao gets so tired of hearing him brag about you

Even Hu Tao is wearing thin 💀

Doesn’t get jealous

He knows he has nothing to worry about between his trust for you and his not very subtle ego

Tries to be better at earning and holding money just because he wants to treat you!

Doesn’t want to give Childe the luxury of knowing his money is the cause of your happiness

Not that it necessarily is anyway

It’s just the experience of seeing how your face lights up when you try that really expensive food you always wanted or find that adorable plush you’d been eyeing up, on your bed

But of course that being said it’s truly the small things you both enjoy the most

The walks and stories

Teaching him how to be more accustomed to mortal life

He loves to hold your hands or pet your head!

Also loved it when you randomly peck his cheek or nose when he’s being adorably oblivious

Good luck to anyone who tries to hurt you btw

Man will summon his pillar so far up their ass they’d legally be a lollipop

That’s a threat I swear

If you come home hurt he’ll immediately roll his sleeve up and grab the first aid

Probably scolding you for not being careful enough but he really can’t keep the act up for long

He’s just worried ;-;

He’s lived for so long

You don’t even begin to understand how much he adores and admires you for bringing excitement and warmth back to his life~

Pet names are darling/dear/love/sweetheart/jewel.

Childe~

Someone slap him please

I love him but good god

Clingy™️

I know deep down he’s a really nice boy and very soft very caring yes very nice 10/10 boyfriend

But you need to housetrain him

Dead ass would sit on the couch covered in blood and put his feet on the coffee table and get so confused to why you were mad 💀

Do not flirt back

Don’t even attempt it

Not unless you want to encourage him and make it 20x worse

You will nEVER live it down

Is actually very sweet though, if not a little dumb sometimes

Immediately knew he liked you the second you met

How did he go about showing he liked you?

Pestering you constantly

Buys you lots of things too

Have to literally threaten him to stop

Which ofc turns him on hardly works

There’s really no winning with him

That is until you realise you can bring the mighty Tartaglia, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers to his knees by just kissing his cheek or holding his hand

He’s so immune to his own teasing that he forgot to consider that affection is a pretty good way to get people to warm up to you

Jealous boy

Well sort of

He trusts you but he gets easily insecure under his cronchy ego front

Casually talks about the most fucked up shit and then laugh it off

Indirectly asked Zhongli for help confessing

Reluctantly Zhongli finds out your favourite food/hobbies/Ect.

Yeah help him but not Xiao, betrayer

I’m not getting salty at my own headcanons shut up

When he invited you to dinner, you already knew why

He’s not subtle

Quiet is the last thing he can do well without cracking up every now and then

Either that or it was the candlelit table surrounded by roses that had been set up for you near the harbour and a very nervous ginger waiting for you with the biggest, goofiest grin imaginable

He’d be on his very best behaviour ;)

Stares at you in the candlelight before you ask him what’s up in hopes to make the tension a little less overwhelming

“I have won countless battles but none have meant quite as much to me as winning your heart does”

Congrats on become Liyues new power couple

He’d be lying if he didn’t feel at least a little smug seeing people gawk at you both

You’re so pretty together, how can they not?

Some dude tried to hit on you one time while he was drunk

Somehow Dottore magically ended up with a new play thing

When he introduced you to his family he was so happy!!

Tonia, Teucer, and Anthon all adore you!!

He does get a little jealous though when you play house with Teucer and you tease him by purposefully refusing to be his spouse

Good job keeping that act up for too long

Has absolutely sent piles of letters to his family telling them all about you!

His parents probably know pretty much everything there is by now

Though if you have boundaries he’ll respect them :)

He loves to show his affection to you no matter where you are!

Teasing kisses, hand holding, hugging

He’ll often barge into your room and plop his head down on your lap just so you can play with his hair while he talks~

If you fall asleep then he’ll wrap you all up and cuddle you uwu

Had to decide if he should tell you about his occupation

He was so scared that you’d leave him or become scared ;-;

Sure, you and the fatui aren’t exactly on close terms but it’s different with him

When you asked to have some time to think he was terrified

Please give him hugs and reassure him when you return

He’s even seemed to calm down a little since you got together

Of course he’s still a battle crazed maniac that gets hard just off the thought of being challenged

But he’s devoting more of his time to cherishing you and spending time together <3

Gets so excited when you ask to spar him

Does the whole thing where he’ll stand behind you while he shows you how to hold his bow

All steamy and shit

Elbow him

You also have to admit his status has its plus points

You never have to worry about being in danger while on commissions or having enough mora to survive

Romantic idiots 3.0

Though you’re probably a little less unhinged

Probably not by much if you’re dating him tho~

When you’re tired or don’t have the time to deal with his neediness he’ll go full pout mode

All whiny and touchy

Give him a head pat and a kiss that lasts maybe a little longer than it should and he’ll satisfied

Expect for the times he carries you back home to enjoy your attention a little more~

Honestly a 50/50

He always makes sure to tell you how much he loves you and how much happier you’ve made his life~

If you look close enough you might even see a slight sparkle in his deep blue eyes that never used to be there <3

Pet names areeee: cutie/babe/baby/honey/droplet/spark/love

I know xiaos was long enough to be it’s own post but let me have my silly little obsession with my silly little traumatised men!