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Braid his hair, braid his hair, braid hIS HAIR
READER BRAIDING BOOTHILL'S HAIR
Hold Tight to the Reins
Summary: In a rare moment of calm aboard Boothill's ship, you take the opportunity to braid his unruly hair. As you work, Boothill lets down his guard, revealing a softer side beneath his rugged exterior. The tender moment between you and the vengeful cyborg cowboy grows more intimate as he allows himself to trust and even enjoy your touch.
Tags: Boothill x Reader, Fluff, Intimacy, Slow Burn, Hair Braiding, Comfort, Soft Moments, Suggestive Ending
Warnings: Suggestive themes, implied intimacy, emotional vulnerability
A/N: YES ANON! đŤĄ
It was an uncharacteristically quiet evening on Boothill's ship, one of the few moments where the embers of vengeance weren't pushing him toward the next fight, the next bounty. In the dim light of the cabin, you found yourself sitting on a low crate, facing Boothill as he sat cross-legged on the floor, idly reloading one of his revolvers. His gaze, usually so steely and focused, had softened somewhat as he kept his head slightly tilted toward you, though he seemed determined not to look you in the eye.
You reached out, fingers brushing the white strands of his hair. The jet-black streaks that ran through it made it look like ink bleeding into paper, wild and untamed, and you couldn't help but wonder how many battles it had witnessed with him. You twirled a lock around your finger thoughtfully.
"Mind if I braid this?" you asked, barely above a whisper, almost like you were afraid to shatter the silence between you.
Boothill grunted, a low, noncommittal sound. "You plannin' to weave a lasso out of it or somethin'?" His sharp teeth glinted as he flashed a wry smile. "Not sure how you'd rope anyone with that little scrap."
You smirked and shook your head. "Just wanna make it look a bit more... manageable. You know, like a ranger on a mission."
He shrugged, finally giving you a curt nod. "Knock yourself out, darlin'. Not like I got anything better to do while we wait."
You knelt down behind him, hands ghosting over his shoulders as you gathered his hair in sections. His long, unruly hair was surprisingly soft, despite the grit and smoke that clung to it from countless battles. As you carefully started weaving the locks together, Boothill's shoulders seemed to relax a little under your touch.
âFeels⌠different.â he murmured after a while, his voice losing a hint of its rough edge.
âDifferent how?â you asked, fingers working gently through the braids, pressing close to his scalp as you added new sections, creating an intricate pattern.
"Donât know," he muttered, but his voice had gone softer still, the gruff cowboy mask slipping just a bit. "Ain't exactly used to someone touchin' me like that. You knowâeasy-like."
You couldnât help but smile, fingers lingering on the braid a moment longer before sliding down to rest against his collarbone, close enough that he could feel your warmth. âWell, I wouldnât exactly call you âeasyâ to deal with.â
He chuckled, a raspy sound that vibrated through his chest. âYou must be crazy, tryinâ to tame a ghost like me.â
âGuess I like a challenge.â you teased, letting your hands slip lower, grazing the edge of his mechanical torso beneath his jacket, feeling the smooth metal alongside the warmth of his skin.
Boothillâs breath hitched, and he turned his head slightly, just enough to meet your eyes with his own black and white-aimed gaze. For once, he looked almost vulnerable, as if heâd let you see past that reckless gunslinger façade.
âCareful,â he said, voice dipping low, âor I might start gettin' used to this."
âMaybe thatâs exactly what I want.â you whispered back, leaning in just close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath, your fingers still idly running through his freshly braided hair.
For a moment, he didnât move, and you thought maybe youâd gone too far. But then, with a slight smirk and a glint of something raw and intense in his eyes, he reached up, his hand resting over yours. "Well then, darlin'... better keep a tight hold on those reins."
#hsr#honkai star rail#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#boothill honkai star rail#boothill x reader#hsr boothill#boothill hsr#boothill#fluff#intimacy#slow burn#hair braiding#cowboy#cyborg#comfort#soft moments#suggestive ending#suggestive themes#implied intimacy#emotional vulnerability
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Imagine you're a Dungeon/Game Master for a group of yanderes-
*Sneak Peek* since I've been sick and not feeling up to writing. CW: implied and referenced violence and sexual intimacy. Nothing is explicitly mentioned (yet) but definitely implied.
Imagine being the Game Master for a ttrpg to a group of yanderes that have chosen you as their darling. Their eyes watching you completely enraptured, hanging on every word like it was the very oxygen they needed to breath. They ask endless questions about your homebrewed world- the lore, the NPC's, the religions and deities, hell, even the mindless and mundane politics intrigue them. At first, you were worried because they all seemed so competitive, almost aggressively so; yet, as you molded the story for them, urging them to create bonding moments, creating situations to encourage teamwork, friendship, even love for one another, they became close. Dangerously close, unknown to you. You've unknowingly forged your own little cage where you sat when they realize they can love each other and share you in the process. (After all, that's what you wanted right? That's what this was all about.) There's also the realization that with them together, no one can get in their way now; there's no way for you to leave them. The roleplay ends up becoming far more intense after that; so much so that you fluster in admiration and pride often whilst listening to them. "I knew you'd have it in you!" You'd cheer them on, endeared that they're finally getting along meanwhile they're so proud that you're all theirs.
Imagine how greedy they are for your praise. Constantly coming up with harebrained schemes that get you giggling, breaking character, round cheeks hot from trying to keep your composure. They somehow manage to pull off nearly perfectly coordinated plans without extensive conversations (that you're aware of, anyway). Even if the dice rolls unfavorably for them, they somehow manage it successfully. You're always giddy during combat, excited to see the quick thinking and silly solutions they'll come up with; and they can't stop coming up with new, creative surprises to keep seeing that awestruck look in your eyes trained on them (hoping it'd never leave them- always looking at them and only them with love and lust and-). Though, they have to admit, nothing quite beats the roleplay scenes between potential love interests you've created just for them that they'd been silently begging for. They know it's not really you saying it to them, but that doesn't stop them from leaning into it more intimately and getting you to answer similarly. (Doesn't stop them from recalling what you say later, at home...in bed...or the shower.) They tend to get a little teasing during these moments, too; eager to see you flustered and squirming in your chair.
#ttrpg harem (au)#original characters#yandere#yandere oc#yandere ocs#yandere x darling#yandere oc x darling#yandere oc x reader#x reader#yandere x reader#original character#implied intimacy#oc#polya yanderes#chubby reader#reader insert#ngl this has been on my mind for YEARS#I've already got like four more paragraphs written but its nowhere close to being done
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Home Again
Anakin Skywalker x OFC
enjoying a lazy summer morning with anakin, surrounded by nature, waking up in your hammockđź
She looked towards the tree tops, where for a moment, she could breathe in all of the airâs stillness.
It was nearing the end of Summer time. A strange, in between period right before the start of the Fall season. The ocean waves were moving swiftly from the wind, the flow of current especially made bright from the rays of sun up above. Reflections of light, glistening off the surface of the water. A sailboat crossing underneath the belly of a bridge.Â
And all you could think about was that you had been glad to have been with him.
Happy to have been here in this place that was full of green and golden.
The morningâs strange, and overwhelming purpose being sleeping in.
It was the calm of dawn that before you knew it, would turn into midday, catching up to you, quicker than you both thought.Â
âMmâŚâ
Turning over in your hammock, he stirs himself awake, facing you there; smiling, with his eyes closed. Breathing in the purest kind of contentment, not bothering to say a word when you canât stop yourself from kissing him. Rare and cherished moments that you both hold onto while you have each other to yourselves.
Everything changes. Things often move too fastâŚ
âHiâŚâ you tell him, all bleary eyed. Waiting there beside him for the welcome feeling of his touch. The strong wrap around that comes from the heavy weight of his arms. And, the grateful sense of acceptance that you have with him everytime he pulls you in close.
âI like when you yawn and play with my hair, thatâs how I know youâre homeâ. He says, smiling to himself. The tiny crinkles in his eyes, all at once, scrunching up.Â
He hates them.Â
You donât. To the point where you can spot the spirit of an inner child in there somewhere, and all of his rough edges start to fall apart.
âYouâre going to make me cryâŚâÂ
So you curl into his chest, as being bashful would ever be the proper excuse for hiding yourself. Tired eyes veering off toward the clear blue sky again; a bittersweet feeling making its careful way there into your chest, because deep down, you really donât want to go.
âDonât cry. Youâre my pretty lady.â
The palm of his hand graces the small of your back, gently, and his need for kissing becomes quick, yet soft. You hold hands, and he laces your fingers together. A motion that brushes and eases into a wordless state of interlocking comfort.
Your limbs do the same. His other hand, kneading at your flesh. Enjoying all of you, and his favorite parts. Itâs always the slowest and most beautiful form of expression and exploration.Â
The brush of your noses, one swipe at a time back and forth - laughing at this kind of new, and intimate way of togetherness.
His touch begins to gradually roam, looking for the very end of your shirt. Pulling it up with a slight tug as a sign for you to take it off.
Thereâs no one else around, but for some reason, you donât have a care in the world right now.Â
More kissing, harder now.Â
Loving enjoyment.
Your fingertips grazing the curve of his shoulder, then the span of his chest.Â
Fine hairs slipping through your meandering touch all across one another where it matters.
His thumbs graze over you, pebbling your skin. Hips gliding more and more with every shift.
Your hands, wrapping round his neck. Weaving their way through all of his lightened waves of hair.
He loves it most when you cup his face, cradling it. Mirroring you almost perfectly when you relax into his patient hands.Â
That by now, you know that he will take it from here.Â
The rest, you sense, will be as amazing as you could ever imagine.Â
âŚđ
thanks so much for reading đŤ this was a daydream that turned into fanfiction hope you enjoyed it ! xo
#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader#fluff#comfort#romantic fluff#implied intimacy#nothing weird or crazy#sky lady writes#this is super short#everything I've been writing lately has been heavily inspired by moments spent with my boyfriend while I'm missing him#sorry if that actually is weird; but whatever; fanfic is like a journal entry for me & a love letter#but please; you can absolutely imagine this with whoever you like đđť whatever works for you !
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Doodled out Some of These with Rathma and Malthael.
When relaxed and safe, Rat sleeps with his limbs all over, and goes pretty much boneless. He also wiggles around a bit, which gets cancelled out by Mat's need to Cling to something.
Post-nightmares, they're both wide awake and kinda curl in on themselves. Malthael is even clingier, Rathma goes kinda stiff.
Last Night...well...there's no AC on Sanctuary....and Rathma runs hotter than most, being a nephalem and all........
He wakes up feeling pretty good tho. Mat is now the one dead to the world all that uh. Sweating knocked him out.
#art#draw-meme#technically not an OC#oh well!#RatMat#Rathma/Malthael#suggestive#implied intimacy#Not Safe For Your Workplace#Rat just doesn't like pants when he doesn't need them#mild nudity#rathma#malthael
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the lamb smiling up at the wolf with unsettling passivity etc etc
#i already made the first comparison but i will do it again#humans who arent normal about how vampires need to take human life to survive đââď¸#humans who do terrible things and are bad people embracing vampirism đââď¸đââď¸#humans with incredibly skewed morals who want to consume humanity and be with their immortal companions forever đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸#theres something extra i wanted to include but couldnt really because of how i feel its more implied rather than outright stated for daniel#how madeleine mentions she got food and cigarettes in exchange for sex with the german soldier but what she craved was comfort#and how daniel hides his desire for intimacy by telling himself sex with men was something he had to do for drugs and survival and thats it#iwtv#madeleine eparvier#daniel molloy
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imogen & fearne in c3e106
#critical role#cr lb#ygifs#imogen x fearne#imogearne#imogen's unprompted don't worry about fearne's cooch and fearne's why you wanna talk about my cooch imogen#fearne going well it's probably unrequited love he's probably in love with you and always will be and the ship will never sail for him#the dip in imogen's voice when she's talking about fearne to the others like what are you doing lesbian why you pickin fights#imogen watching fearne and laudna link arms and skip together trying to figure out how to lock down her throuple ok#if you really drank delulu you could say imogen saying that was a way of slipping in implied offscreen intimacy#and I'm a little obsessed with fearne challenging that like absolutely not! make a move! i'm gonna talk about unrequited love! girls I
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"the scene served no purpose other than make people uncomfortable" the purpose was to let you guys know those two guys fuck nasty and will continue doing so during the summer. i'm sorry finding out queer men have kinky sex sometimes is being so hard on you
#tv:911#ship:bucktommy#bucktommy#if you guys cannot see the emotional intimacy implied in that scene i don't know what to tell you#//hayden
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ppl often make voldemort look like an older tom riddle again, and although effective i think we should appreciate his resurrected form as well
its one he specifically crafted for himself after all, and, in my opinion, quite pretty
#voldemort#tom riddle#harrymort#but like implied#also bc that body was made w harrys blood#which has a certain intimacy to it
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Tender Moments || Comfort (Mild Spice Below)
Iâm saying âscrew itâ and posting this older art.
Some stuff that's a little more spicy under the cut.
Buuuuut I genuinely am so soft for them and they are very soft with each other and understand each other and seek comfort from one another I AM SIIIIIICK *sobs* I have been contemplating just how much I can share with y'all but I just want to share some stuff so badly so I'm saying heck it we ball. I hope you guys enjoy.
This is just a concept anyway
Really Usagi just wants cuddles and kisses and gentle touch. Heâs hurt and he's tired and he's homesick and Leo is the closest thing he has to a friend (they ARE friends â definitely way more than that emotionally, tbh â they just won't admit it out loud) since he's been away from home for soooo long by this point. Idk man. My feelings are vast.
#starr's art#villain leo au adjacent#hamato leonardo#usagi yuichi#they are adults#like at this point uhhh they're about 25/26#and they are both down so bad and they both know it but it's not a spoken thing#it's a very much unspoken thing#bc both of them are too scared to say anything in case it ruins something#mild spice#touch#intimacy#comfort#implied kissing#Starrâs Spice#LeoSagi#leoichi
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The gays- I mean the girls are fighting
Text in order-
(Pt1)
Shiver to Callie: Should we just kiss or something? (Theyâre jealous)
Callie: haha,,,,
âââââââââ-
(Pt2)
Marie: =smirks at shiver=
Shiver: =pissed off=
ââââââââââââââ
(Pt 3)
Frye to Shiver: Are you still mad at me ;;
Shiver: mmmmmmmm maybe
(Next morning)
Big man: Good morning you two-
Frye: =exhausted= âmorninâŚ.
#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon fanart#frye#shiver#shivrye#marfrye#marie cuttlefish#Marie pissing off shiver#jealous shiver is everything to me btw ty side order for confirmation#shiver got freaky with Frye on Friday#summer nights#shivcal if you squint#implied intimacy because this is a sfw acct#i love shivrye itâs a addiction I canât escape from#marie and frye were dancing but Frye wanted to show off and it backfired
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me when i remember that gojo isnât even really afraid of intimacy in the true sense of the word, but rather entirely resigned to the universal truth that itâs something he will never have
#screams#i . adore him#my lonely lonely guy#so lonely itâs a comfort#đđđ#anyway . i keep thinking abt how truly guarded gojo is . how long it would take to break past that barrier#and how intimacy must be so Foreign to him because it implies an equal ground of some sort.#just . closeness . in a way he isnât used to#i think heâd go so stiff#the real issue is that he doesnât even enjoy it at first. he wonât let himself relax. he wonât let himself get used to it#so youâd have to be very patient i thinkâŚ.#âŚ.. once youâve gotten past that barrier heâs a clingy monster though .#ari noises âŠ
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Aven his s/o, giving a massage to each other... đ
âOoh, You set my soul alightâ
Summary: In Aventurine's luxurious suite, you share a sensual evening filled with massages and playful tension. As you take turns asking provocative questions, the atmosphere becomes charged with intimacy, leading to a passionate kiss that blurs the lines between relaxation and desire.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Suggestive, Romance, Intimacy, Massages, Playful Banter, Established Relationship.
Warnings: Suggestive content, mild adult themes(idk tbh-), potential for heated moments, implied intimacy.
A/N: YOUR HONOR, THOSE EYES LOOKED AT ME FIRST!
The air was thick with warmth and the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the plush, velvet walls of Aventurine's suite. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils, setting the mood for a night of relaxation and intimacy.
You glanced at Aventurine as he lounged on a plush chaise, his eyes sparkling with mischief, framed by the golden rims of his glasses. His sandy-blond hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, enhancing the allure of his enigmatic smile. Dressed in his dark green, gold-accented dress shirt, the spade-shaped window at his chest hinted at the tantalizing skin beneath.
"You know, love," he drawled, his voice a low, seductive purr, "I do appreciate a good wager. But I think you might have me at a disadvantage tonight."
You chuckled, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you poured fragrant oil into your palms. "Oh? And what's the wager?"
He leaned back, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. "If I allow you to give me a massage, I'll have to return the favor. But I'm not sure if I can resist... losing myself in the moment."
"Isn't that the point?" you teased, your fingers gliding over his shoulders as he shifted to sit up, exposing more of that tempting skin.
You started with gentle kneading, your fingers finding the tense muscles in his neck. He sighed, leaning into your touch, his body responding to your ministrations. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.
"Careful," you replied, a teasing lilt in your tone, "too much praise might get you in trouble."
He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the cozy space. "Trouble is my middle name. Just ask anyone in the IPC." His eyes gleamed with a hint of playful challenge.
You worked your way down his back, your fingers expertly navigating the intricate pathways of his muscles. The tension began to melt away beneath your touch, but as your hands brushed against his sides, the atmosphere shifted. Aventurine's breath hitched, a flicker of desire flashing in his eyes.
"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "there are ways to make this a bit more... exciting."
"Oh? Do tell." you replied, your heart racing as you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his skin.
With a mischievous glint, he turned to face you fully, his fingers brushing against your arm. "What if we added a bit of risk? A game of sorts?" His gaze locked onto yours, and you could feel the tension building between you, thick as the fragrant air.
"Alright, I'm listening." you said, intrigued.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "For every knot you release, you get to ask me a question. But for every question I answer, I get to return the favor... in ways you might not expect."
You felt your pulse quicken, excitement coursing through you. "Deal."
With the agreement sealed, you continued your ministrations, each stroke more deliberate, each moment laced with promise. As you worked on the knots in his shoulders, you asked your first question, "What's the biggest risk you've ever taken?"
Aventurine smirked, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, that's easy. Winning my position in the IPC by betting against my own sanity." His laughter rang out, rich and inviting, sending shivers down your spine.
With each question and answer, the boundary between relaxation and desire blurred further. He responded with stories of close calls and narrow escapes, his charm intoxicating as you leaned in closer, your fingers trailing down his spine.
In turn, he began to explore your body, his touch becoming more daring, his fingers sliding over your arms and shoulders with a teasing caress. "Your turn," he prompted, a devilish smile gracing his lips. "What's your greatest fantasy?"
You felt your cheeks flush, heat radiating through your body. "Well, I've always imagined a night like this," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, "with you."
"Is that so?" he asked, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your ear, igniting a spark of electricity that coursed through you. "Then let's make that fantasy a reality."
With newfound determination, you moved to straddle his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was electrifying, a fusion of heat and hunger as he responded with fervor, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer as if he could never get enough.
You broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and desire. "I think we've reached a new level of intimacy."
"Indeed," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And I'm all in for whatever happens next."
As the candles flickered and the night deepened, you both surrendered to the intoxicating thrill of risk, knowing that this evening would forever change the stakes of your hearts.
TRYING NOT TO SCREAM SO I DON'T WAKE MY PARENTS UP BUT HOLY SHIT!! đ¤ I'M KINDA-
This was written while I was half asleep so ahem
#x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#aventurine x reader#hsr#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine#hsr aventurine x reader#fluff#suggestive tw#a little bit#romance#intimacy#Massages#playful banter#established relationship#established rp#suggestive content#Mild adult themes#Potential for heated moments#Implied intimacy#not smut#get your mind out of the gutter
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i really do think the desire to paint ten as unambiguously The Worstâ˘ď¸ when it comes to his relationship with martha is out of this desire to uncomplicate their relationship. to decouple them as friends and people who profoundly impacted each otherâs lives. itâs just an easier narrative to swallow: that ten was Awful to her and then martha kicked him to the curb when she realized she was too good for him. easier, maybe, then dealing with the troubles of unrequited affection donât have to be anyoneâs fault, or that ten shut martha out in a lot of ways but let her in in others that he wouldnât let any other companion near, or that they were still friends, they still wanted to see each other and be around each other, even though it was messy and sometimes hurt. you know?
#sometimes the doctor is shitty. this is not news we know this. this is part of the package. its what makes their relationships with their#companions so interesting so important.#like. how do i put this. i see posts sometimes about how ten was âleading martha onâ implying that he was taking advantage of her feelings#to keep her around. and. okay. so. putting aside how thatâs a weird thing to say about anyone period.#its also just. from my viewing experience. not true?#the doctor is just sort of Like That. heâs too intense heâs too quick to grasp for emotional intimacy heâs too messy.#but heâs not leading her on. he really is just Like That.#like i feel by getting caught up in the fact that martha is hurt by being compared to rose and is hurt by the fact that the doctor canât or#wonât return her feelings. and like. yeah. of course that hurts.#but in being caught up in that. i think what im saying is that it feels like people sometimes forget that heâs. not required to do that.#like just because she has feelings for him doesnât mean he needs to get over himself and return them or else heâs using her. thatâs. thatâs#not how relationships work. people can have romantic feelings and still be friends and not have anything come of it and thatâs not a#terrible outcome. thats just how friendships are sometimes.#thats the core of it to me. theyâre friends. the way people post about ten & martha sometimes i wonder if everyoneâs forgotten that they#are friends. that they last parted as friends. that martha doesnât hate him or secretely resent him for how he treated her.#like. sheâs got complicated feelings about the whole thing. but they didnât stop being friends.#i tell you what: if the doctor was in trouble and called for help. you could be damn certain that martha jones would be one of the first#people to answer. thatâs what i know.#doctor who#the doctor#tenth doctor#martha jones
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Warm Embrace | Yandere!Mirio x Reader
â(Y/N),â You shivered at the use of your name, clutching the blanket wrapped around you closer to your body, âYou know you canât sleep like that forever.â
Yes the hell you could, you thought from within your thin cocoon.
Ever since youâd been permanently moved in with Mirio, youâd refused to willingly touch him in any way.
To avoid touching him when you both went to bed, you feverishly wrapped yourself in your small blanket that youâd bought years ago.
And though Mirio was patient with you, it was obvious that his patience was beginning to run thin.
All he wanted to do was cuddle with you in the bed! It broke his heart whenever he watched you tightly wrap yourself in that blanket of yours.
He could tell that you werenât getting any good sleep either. Youâd tremble throughout the night, anxiety ridden and unable to fully fall asleep.
But Mirio knew that some cuddles would help you relax. He was bigger than you so he could engulf you and keep you way warmer than that old blanket could. He just needed to show you.
You felt Mirio scooch closer to your balled form.
Quickly deciding that you didn't like this level of closeness, you nearly sprung from your blanket and out the bed.
Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough and Mirio hooked a muscular arm around your waist to snatch you back onto the bed with a hearty chuckle.
"Where ya goin?" He asked smoothly, wrapping his other arm around your waist.
Now you were trapped in his hold, back to his chest.
You could feel his warm breath on the back of your head and shivered.
This new development was not to you liking.
"M-...Mirio, let me go." You demanded shakily, sitting awkwardly on your side of the bed.
Instead of doing as you'd said, he held you tighter, sliding you into his lap.
You stilled.
Now you were even closer. You didn't think it was possible to be so close to someone. You never imagined that you'd allow yourself to get this close to him.
You could smell him. He smelled like patchouli. The scent of his new body wash that'd he'd gotten for himself recently.
If he held you for too long, his scent would rub off onto you.
If he held you any closer to him, you'd probably meld into each other and become one.
You wanted anything but that.
"Slow your breathing down, baby." He whispered into your shoulder. His lips grazed over the skin of your neck, you could feel the hairs sticking up at the stimulation, "You know I'd never hurt you."
He says that but then keeps you in his house locked away from the world and your family.
That was hurting you.
Your eyes warm with tears. Had the circumstances not been what they were, you would've melted at the way Mirio was holding you right now. How he was softly whispering into your ear that you were safe and keeping you warm with his body heat.
But that was a fantasy. A fantasy that Mirio was having no trouble acting out.
Maybe you should play along too. Gaslight yourself into being happy like Mirio was.
There was no way you'd be able to escape. Mirio had too many connections, too much money, too much influence.
With a choked sob, you allowed Mirio's suffocating light to completely engulf you. You sank into his embrace despite the way your chest bounced unevenly from the anxiety and allowed him to take deep breaths into your head, taking in your scent.
As he sunk you both into the mattress offering whispers of sweet nothings, you prayed that one day his embrace would grow warmer to keep you from descending any further.
#yandere blog#yandere anime#yandere#yandere x darling#yandere writing#yandere x reader#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere mirio togata#yandere mirio x reader#tw touch starved#touching#affection#intimacy#tw implied kidnapping#tw manipulation#stockholm syndrome#tw crying#noncon touching#tw anxiety
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LMK Mini Fic â Lionsword
(Tw minor swearing and mentions of implied intimacy)
âYou know, kitten is just the Cat term for baby. So Azure is literally calling you babe.â
Mei is a menace, is the conclusion that Jing comes to. Itâs after the battle against The Nine Tailed Vixon (aka Jin and Yinâs mom)
-and honestly, Li Jing wished heâd just gone home. But the Monkie kid had insisted they all share an after battle victory lunch. Jing didnât have the heart to say no, especially when he noticed the way Nezhaâs eyes brightened. He was trying to be better, so he had reluctantly agreed. Now he was very much regretting it.
âAnd this is relevant to me, becauseâŚ?â
Mei grinned, and happily sat down next to him at the bar. âSooooo, what do you call him?â
That caught some attention, and a certain six-eared snitch leaned over across from where nezha was seated at Jingâs right.
âYes Jing, what do you call Azure?â
Jing gave another sigh, and set his chopsticks on his now empty bowl. The food was good, and Nezha was looking at him both wearily and curiously, so maybe he could humor them just a little.
âFor your information, I call him by his name.â
They both rolled their eyes, and Wukong casually popped up behind him. Wait- oh no, heâs surrounded. He shouldnât have entertained this!
âCome ooooon Jingâs! Surely you got a cute nickname for your pretty lion!â
âWell, Iâm sorry to disappoint.â
Mei hummed, and then grinned. âWell, then weâll help you come up with one!â
Fuck.
âThat wonât be necessary. Azure and I are fine.â
âNope!â
âOh this is gonna be good.â
Jing just sighed, and watched Nezha out the corner of his eye. The prince was currently engaged in conversation with the monkey boy, who was behind the counter. Jing allowed him to take his empty bowl, Nezha doing the same. At least one of them was having fun.
âOh! I know!â Jing suppressed a groan, and turned to look at Mei with a single brow raised. âHow about⌠whiskers!â
A beat of silence followed, before Jing have a small chuckle. âHe doesnât have whiskers.â
âWhat?! Come on what cat doesnât have whiskers-!â
âOk, my turn.â The dark monkeys smirk did not inspire confidence, and Jing did not trust him in the slightest. He was the one who told everyone in the first place, so who knows what kind of history heâd put intoâ
âHow about Eggless?â A moment of silence again. The others looked confused, but Jing just gave Macaque his best unimpressed look. It didnât work, by the way Macaques grin free. It seemed to click for Wukong, and he started outright laughing. The others still seemed confused.
âWhy??â Came MKs confused question. Did they not- oh heavens Jing wanted to just melt into the floor and die. He did not meet Nezhaâs curious gaze, nor Meiâs prodding. Macaque, the bastard, just cackled.
âLetâs just say thereâs a reason Jing likely never got pregnant.â
Jing, Mk and Mei turned to Macaque, their eyes wide and baffled. Nezha himself just cringed, realizing what direction the topic was going towards.
âWait- but- heâs a guy??â Macaque patting MKâs head with a smile, ruffling his hair.
âCelestials and demons work differently than human mortals. Yes, he absolutely could have.â
There was a long silence, and Jing just stared at Macaque with growing horror. Macaque seemed to sense it, and he actually looked concerned now, as did Wukong.
âWait, Jing, you are aware of that little tidbit, right?â
âI- I was born human though-â
âBut now youâre a celestial, it changed your biologyâŚ. Jing, you knew pregnancy was a possibility right?â
Jings silence said it all. Mei tried to break the tensions with an akward laugh, putting an arm around him casually. âWell, now at least we know azure canât do itâŚ. Right?â
âIâve heard of people who get suprise babies even after vasectomies, so itâs not unheard of.âďżźA certain chef walked by, sharing that little tidbit before yelling at mk to get back to work. As everyone sorta scatter, Jing was left with his thoughts. And Nezha. He just stared at the table, realizing now the absolute disaster he likely avoided all this time.
âFather?â Nezha managed to get Jing attention, and he looked concerned. âEven if it was possible, you took precautions right?â
âNezha-â Jing tried to quickly hush him, but it was too late.
âYou did use protection right?â Nezhaâs face was red just by action, but he seemed determined to get an answer. Unfortunately for poor Nezha, the way Jing hid his face in his hands said otherwise.
âFather!â
#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid au#lmk aus#lmk au#lmk nezha#lmk li jing#lmk azure lion#lionsword#lmk macaque#lmk wukong#lmk mei#lmk mk#Tw minor swearing#Tw mentions of implied intimacy#lmk pigsy#LOL POOR NEZHA#and poor Jing dude had no idea#itâs not like they give you a biology lesson!#yes that means Nezha could theretically as well
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Cw// implied intimacy
I wanted to post a bit of this ship
#artists on tumblr#drakepad#drake mallard#launchpad mcquack#piethonâs art#piethon's art#cw//implied intimacy
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