#the amount of devotion he has/had for Sleep

[moonchild-in-blue]

Annabel Lee, E. A. Poe // Drag Me Under, Sleep Token

I'm not sure if anyone has made this comparison yet, but I thought the parallels were kinda neat.

[dootznbootz]

Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

[sunshine-on-marz]

Thinking about how Cas was in love with Dean far before he was in love with humanity. Thinking about how Uriel would talk to Dean without Cas there because Cas stopped being devoted to God the second he saw Dean Winchester. Thinking about how Cas was willing to give up the only life he’d ever known to save Dean Winchester. Thinking about how when given the choice to go to Heaven or be with Dean and betray who he’d always been he chose Dean. Thinking about how Cas KNEW that the only way he’d ever be at peace was to tell Dean he loved him. Thinking about Cas seeing Dean bruised and bloody and his internal monologue being ‘still beautiful still Dean Winchester’. Thinking about Cas going through the parts of Dean’s routine that he has no need to be in (food runs, motel room stops to sleep, etc) just so he could spend more time with him. Thinking about how no amount of pain or fear or torture could ever make Cas love Dean any less. Thinking about how Cas went off on his own in Purgatory to keep Dean safe even if it meant never getting out himself. Thinking about Cas thinking Dean would be able to understand Enochian when he had no proof but he just thought that highly of Dean. Thinking about Cas smiling as he died because he knew Dean knew he was loved. Thinking about how Cas must’ve been so scared during the MOC arc but still thought about how to save Dean from an impossible situation instead of just leaving. Thinking about how Cas would look at Dean everytime he told a group of people he loved them. Thinking about Cas doing everything in his power to show Dean that he was loved even when he wasn’t a soldier. Thinking about Castiel and his love and how he loved without knowing how it worked and how he loved in spite of himself and in-spite of God. And thinking about how Cas was love and did everything for love and only knew love because he knew Dean Winchester.

[the-faceless-bride]

Some Of my current ideas and obsession Blurbs (if you find any of them interesting, I'm open to hearing ideas 👀👀)

Part 2 ->

Imagine being a demon...

Imagine Part of your power has to do with death, corruption, and seeing who someone was when they were alive... as a demon, the death of Rengoku Kyojuro broke you. He was such a beautiful, loving, caring man. Giving such an unfair and unfortunate death... you just couldn't accept this...

Imagine You bring him back as he springs up after your ritual. His hair was a mess, covered in dirt, his clothes ripped. He gasps for air as if it was the first he's had in centuries... "Poor unfortunate soul, so sad, in need... come allow me to give you a second chance."

Imagine His horror. Him. Now a Demon. Tethered to you. Unable to die again unless you give him permission to do so... he tired. Sat in the sun. But while he felt weak and itchy, he didn't die. He hated it. Hated himself. He hated you. You who, while yes, didn't have malicious intent. Who gave him a second chance at 'life' as you called this... you who brought him back and unlike when he was alive in his final moments felt no pain, no hunger, he hated you.

Imagine slowly helping him come to terms with his eternal life. From Enemies (one sided) to Lovers letting him stay with you in your small hidden village of other demon families that have also been brought back and tethered to you. Still fulfilling his dreams, taking down the demons who "lost their humanity and deserved their eternity to end."

Imagine the conflict you face, when His once friends and found family find him... a demon... still classic Kyojuro but yet so different... what do you do? An angry group of Hashira Pillars cursing you for what you did to their friend. Kyojuro broken and ashamed of what he is once more at the heart break of his friends being scared of him, some of them hating him all together...

Imagine him calling out to you, help him. Make them listen. Please. His Angel... his little firefly... please make them understand. He can't bare the way they look at him... help him... he needs you.

Rengoku Kyojuro × demon Reader Trope: Enemies to lovers

Now also Imagine being a demon...

Imagine being a demon who was so desperately, hopelessly, in love with Gyomei Himejima. Hopelessly devoted to a man who didn't even know you existed. You watched him at night, singing your sweet song and lulling him to a deeper sleep each night. Wishing nothing more than to one day be able to caress and memorize every inch of his mind, body, and soul. Wishing to kiss his soft looking lips...

Imagine desperately trying to deny what you know is true... you've heard it from your fellow demon 'friend' over and over again. And tonight, you were desperately trying to hold on to your dreams... "[name] just face it... he's a Demon slayer. A hashira. And to him, you're a monster... that something no amount of love is going to change. You'd be better off not thinking about him anymore. If you really love him, you'd let him go... besides a pretty human girl will probably catch his attention sooner or later..." You hang your head as tears fill your eyes, it's not true... it's not. He could love you. He could...

Imagine one day, you run into him in the Forest. The Forrest trees are so thick that the completely block out the sun, it's only a small section of the Forest. You liked to come here to lay in the flowers, and apparently Gyomei had thought the same...

Imagine He needed a quiet place, today had been a very hectic day. No peace and quiet today at all. He'd simply sat under a particularly large tree, focusing on his breath. You'd sat so unbelievably still. Not wanting to move and risk ruining this perfect moment. You were so close. You'd never been this close to him before and it made every part of your cold body ache.

Imagine accidently rustling the flowers catching his attention instantly, and he jumps to stand in a defensive position. You quickly kneel head pressing to the ground as you apologize for disturbing him, and not wanting any trouble. But oddly he doesn't attack you and instead he apologizes for startling you. At first you were confused. But then it clicked, you Had not attacked him like a demon would. He's blind. He doesn't yet realize you're a demon... this was it. Your chance. To speak to him. To hear him address you... to hear him say your name...

Imagine Pretending to be human, making it seem like you were a measly human girl who came here to sit in the flowers to relax... and this was how it went for some time... days turn to weeks, and weeks turn into months. You'd been keeping this secret of yours for 3 months, your love for Gyomei stronger and flame of obsession brighter. And he'd become so open to you. Telling you almost eveeything... sure you'd felt guilty lying to him... but you just couldn't let him. Go...

Imagine one evening, the sun setting, the fireflies and the colorful flowers surrounding you... you gain the courage to confess... stilling your heart of how much you admire him, you know that he way not feel the same way... but even if he'll never belong to you... that's OK, you are happy to just dream and be his dear friend... but to your shock and joy he accepts your confession. He's gained feelings for you. You could almost cry... but then... in an instant the happiness... your happily ever after was ripped away from you in an unfortunate series of events "Dearest... your hands are so cold..." - "GYOMEI!" A his friend Mitsuri calls out her foot steps quickly approaching, more footsteps following behind. "AWAY DISGUSTING MONSTER!" she cries her sword just barley missing you as your arm is severed clean off. And instantly Gyomei's face goes through so many emotions... worry, Confusion, shock and finally realization... and he let's you go. You dash away vanishing... "Gyomei! Are you ok?! That awful creature tricked you! She must've planned to devower you then and there if I hadn't noticed your absence! Are you OK my friend!?" The sounds of other Confused voices all speaking over each other planning to find you... Gyomei thinks of her question... is he OK?... honestly... he doesn't know...

Gyomei Himejima × Demon Reader Trope: unrequited love/Forbidden love

[soursherbat]

LAMB X BISHOP MASTERPOST YEAAAA!!!

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this genuinely took me so long but i needed to explore my ship dynamics with ramzi and his bishops! more details under the cut if you want to know more- warning this post is LONG!!!:

[edit: i was obviously rlly sleep deprived while writing this so im editing it for better readability, including using more consistent pronouns for everyone bc reading it back this post. was very hard to parse 💀]

in order, just adding notes and addendums :3c im super sleep deprived so im trying my best but i need to yap about them

ramzi's pronouns are it/he/they!

narinder;

initially a very slow burn relationship, this sheet shows them at their peak. it takes a very long time for the lamb to forgive narinder, and vice versa, but once they're over their differences they're committed.

notes;

he/they for narinder :3c he's bisexual with a preference for masc presenting people! (using he/him for this post)

prefers to be the big spoon but will allow ramzi to take that spot if it really insists on it

reaallly loves to wear the lamb's fleeces and cloaks (the only clothing of theirs that will fit him) but is too proud to directly ask for them

narinder really does not like most people- the only ones he usually socializes with are ramzi and his siblings, possibly a follower he can tolerate for a few minutes. if ramzi is talking to others while narinder is shadowing him he tends to just flick his tail and sulk quietly until his lamb gives him attention again

narinder isn't great with words, he prefers to show ramzi his love with physical affection (in private) and acts of service, while ramzi is more than willing to shower narinder with loving words and acts of devotion

ramzi refuses to confess its feelings to narinder first, full stop. narinder waits and waits, but eventually gives in and tells ramzi how he feels first- ramzi is still feeling bitter and betrayed by narinder, not appreciating them snatching it from its peaceful death to be a tool in his games. they're both incredibly conflicted, it takes a long while for them to work their differences out. its not something that can be solved with a single conversation, but eventually they come to terms with everything that's happened and make amends

ramzi wouldn't actually squash the bug- it'd prefer to just grab it and take it out of whatever space its invaded, narinder will just smack it and be done with it

im just applying the driving one if i ever make a modern au lmfao

narinder cannot cook to save his damn life after being locked up for so long- ramzi had to learn quickly being raised by ratau, i'll be real i dont think that rat knows how to cook

that prickly cat would prefer not to show his love for the lamb in public, but he might sneak a kiss while no one is looking... ramzi however doesn't care, though it does like to fluster narinder a little by flirting while others are around

these two would kill for each other, narinder is practically begging the lamb to let him do so actually- nari is described as the lamb's shadow (affectionately) by most because of how often he's seen just following it around the cult. god help you if you confess your love to the lamb while he's around- though ramzi does get pretty jealous if it sees anyone making eyes at his special kitty...

nari is 4,000 years old virgin to me lmao. ramzi has had a few relationships before narinder, it actually marries shamura before nari- they're not beating the toxic yaoi allegations any time soon they were still battling their resentment around that time

i'll touch on the spicier dynamics in a dedicated post sometime >:3c that'll apply to the rest too-

i wouldn't describe narinder as being awkward, but moreso stoic and lost really. he's also just incredibly pissed off with ramzi, feeling robbed of his rightful status as a god and feeling jealous of everything its built for itself in such a small amount of time- later on he's more flustered than nervous or awkward because that damned lamb wont stop flirting with him

gods help you if narinder even sees you making eyes at the lamb. he's incredibly possessive over his former vessel, its perceived rejection of him made something in him snap and they want to possess it, even if he knows that's not exactly plausible... he's normal, i swear (<-lying) ramzi returns some of that energy, it really does not like followers flirting with its favorite cat- i'll be the first to admit that they've got some toxic codependency going on

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leshy;

leshy uses any pronouns! he really just don't care that much, same with his sexuality (using he/him for simplicity for this post)

these two fight over who gets to be the big spoon, since they're nearly even in height (leshy tries to argue his branches make him taller) it makes it easier for them to trade big/little spoon positions- but theyre so competitive they end up wrestling over it

leshy can't even see the clothes he's wearing, but he likes the idea of ramzi matching with him, even if he won't directly admit that

ramzi is rarely called by name when leshy is around, it's always 'lambzi', 'lamby', 'cottonball', or any other seemingly sarcastic pet name he can come up with for it- meanwhile ramzi often calls him 'wiggler' or 'wormy'

compared to leshy, ramzi is a little less outgoing. leshy loves to be the center of attention, he loves to pull pranks and cause mischief whenever he can.

ramzi's quick to let leshy know he is loved through any means, though surprisingly leshy is a bit more inconspicuous about showing his affections for his lamb through old traditions it clearly has no clue about but leshy gets a bit of joy watching its confusion (shamura tells it later-)

these two have a pretty easygoing relationship, at first leshy is upset about his lost godhood but he quickly begins to like staying with the lamb when he learns how accommodating and, frankly, extremely chaotic it is- they get along very well and have a teasing, poking and earnestly soft relationship rather early on. leshy admits his feelings first, mainly getting fed up that ramzi hasnt confessed that it obviously likes him by that point

neither of them mind bugs, leshy actually likes them quite a bit. they'd prefer to catch and release rather than smash them

the poor worm is blind of course he cant cook!! he might be able to if he really focused on building muscle memory and focusing his senses but he's honestly just too lazy to bother, heket's cooking is better anyway

leshy doesn't care if anyone is looking, he loves his lamb! he gets a little embarrassed when they know its siblings are around, but she does get a kick out of knowing he's making narinder jealous

ramzi would lay down his life for his precious chaotic grub, it knows leshy is more than capable but it can't help but worry sometimes- leshy knows ramzi can handle itself so he's pretty relaxed about everything, unless ramzi comes home particularly hurt

i like to think leshy was a bachelor in his time... why not?? he's the bishop of chaos, im sure he's started a love triangle intentionally to watch them fight over him- ramzi however is a little less experienced in romance

leshy has not an ounce of awkwardness in his body, ramzi's a little awkward when he says something particularly unhinged but otherwise they match each other's freak a little too well

leshy would never admit to ramzi that the smell of anyone else stuck to his wool makes leshy a little jealous... another reason he likes to lend his clothes to ramzi, really-

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heket;

she/they/he for heket, she's bisexual with a preference toward women (using she/her for simplicity on this post)

heket is the big spoon, no questions asked. she loves to cradle that lamb in her arms and it is NOT one to complain about that

heket doesnt lend out her clothes very often, but she likes to see how baggy they are on ramzi- she quite likes seeing it wake up wearing her shirts...

ramzi is incredibly formal with heket, usually referring to her by name or some honorific to show its respect (something she appreciates greatly)- meanwhile heket is always referring to the lamb by anything but its name, really

heket's level of social battery depends on the day, some days she would prefer not to speak to anyone, others she's more outgoing

heket shows her affection by making sure ramzi isn't overworking itself, making sure it's eating and sleeping- she knows it can care for itself, but she just wants to protect her lamb.

there's absolutely no way heket would swallow her pride and confess her brewing feelings for ramzi, she waits very patiently for it to finally get its nerve up and admit that it wants to pursue a relationship with her- after (mostly) healing her throat, she doesn't feel so lonely in the cult once her voice returns and she begins to feel conflicted about ramzi... she wants to hate him, but it's doing everything they can to help her siblings and she can't help but respect and admire it for that, she would admit that she would never consider it if she was still a god-

heket thinks bugs are cute, she'll either catch and release them or keep them in a little container for a bit (she's never beating the weird little sister allegations to me)

ramzi's cooking definitely is not as good as heket's, if it cooks a meal the whole cult is asking when it's heket's turn next LMAO-

PDA ruins heket's cool and stoic exterior in her eyes, though she can't just say that to the lamb- she'll gladly give it a hug or a kiss when nobody's looking, though

honestly, ramzi is just protective over all of the bishops. it feels terribly for killing them repeatedly and making them suffer in purgatory, and it never wants to see them suffer again- heket knows the lamb is strong, she's seen it with her own eyes. that doesn't stop her from worrying for it a little when it leaves on a crusade, however...

heket has some relationship experience, though its been a WHILE- forneus and ramzi are her most recent romantic endeavors and she's incredibly awkward about both of them

heket is insanely awkward, she tries to maintain a cool exterior but it's so hard when that damned lamb is so cute and that sweet cat mom is so kind and shaped- whats a woman to do in her situation??

she can get a little bit jealous if her buttons are pushed on the wrong day, but other than that ramzi and heket have a pretty open relationship

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kallamar;

any pronouns for kallamar! though he/she are most preferred, she's very lax about his gender and loves to experiment (using he/she interchangeably, lamb is referred to by it/its for simplicity)

despite being nearly a full foot and a half taller than ramzi, kallamar loves to be its little spoon! he feels so safe in his lamb's embrace, she would never leave if it was possible

none of her clothes would fit the lamb, but he does have clothing made for it often! he'll be damned if he lets ramzi walk around looking anything less than presentable, even if its naked it must be TASTEFULLY naked- (though his definition of what that means is a bit nebulous. ramzi's convinced he just wants to ogle)

they love to make up pet names for each other, 'mari' and 'kallie' are ramzi's favorites to use for its precious husband. kallamar is particularly fond of calling ramzi his puppy, often flustering it-

kallamar is a YAPPER and she will not shut up about how much he loves her lamb! ramzi doesn't mind it, but she's often talking so much that it can't properly find the words to express it back- so it gives gifts often, knowing how much its wife loves to adorn himself in jewelry and silks!

ramzi is actually a little bit intimidated by kallamar's experience in love and how pretty he is, kallamar ends up making a very dramatic love confession in front of everyone, totally flustering ramzi (though it has to admit it really loves the dedication!)

he is TERRIFIED of bugs kallamar will shriek so loudly if she finds even a small beetle anywhere near her living space- ramzi often finds itself catching the little bugs while kallie screams bloody murder in the corner

kallamar absolutely can cook but he doesn't want the responsibility of cooking entire meals for the whole cult so she intentionally cooks like shit to avoid it- ramzi catches onto that pretty quickly though

these two need to get a ROOM the confessional is NOT to be used in that way!!!

kallamar's overprotective attitude mainly comes from a place of not wanting the lamb's image to be ruined, he'll tend to its makeup and wardrobe, even helping to enforce loyalty amongst its flock to keep its image pristine- and kallamar is just an easy bullying target, ramzi is Very quick to put an end to that!

kallamar is absolutely more experienced than ramzi, though he's no less dedicated to it. it makes their relationship very calm, there's very little tension between them!

ramzi is very awkward around kallamar at first, he's pretty indignant and a bit cruel to it during the first few weeks- once ramzi begins offering him gifts and praise she warms up rather quickly, however. ramzi's disarmingly cute appearance and dirty mouth tends to make kallamar a nervous mess sometimes, though...

there's not a single ounce of jealousy between these two 🧍‍♂️ they both understand that they're dedicated to one another, and can dedicate themselves to others without compromising their bond

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shamura;

they/it for mura! i feel that they enjoy experimenting with their clothing in relation to their gender, but they prefer neutral pronouns (using they/them for mura and he/him for ramzi for readability)

these two take turns on who gets to be the big spoon, though usually shamura claims that spot

shamura loves to weave clothes for ramzi! they enjoy seeing his face light up when they incorporate designs ramzi has shown them that sheep often wore, wanting to keep that memory alive for him

they're pretty formal at first, but the two of them can't help but call each other by loving nicknames once they've become comfortable with each other- ramzi often calls shamura 'softie' or 'dearest'

shamura prefers to keep to themself, though they've grown rather attached to webber. they've basically adopted the little creature, that's their son...

once clarity has returned to shamura through ramzi's healing, they have a better grasp on their words- but they still struggle to word their feelings a lot of the time. they try their best, but they find it easier to give gifts or show their affections with physical intimacy when words fail them

shamura is incredibly paranoid and wary of ramzi's presence when they're first indoctrinated, until they finally break bread and reach an understanding, shamura doesn't even consider the lamb could feel anything but hatred and resentment toward them. they assume that he wants revenge, but learns that he just wants to help them- it takes a bit longer for the fear to truly leave shamura, but when they never feel that dagger in their back, they begin to soften he clearly isnt lying to them, he's helped all of their siblings become as happy as he can- and he asks nothing in return of them? it feels too good to be true, but they can't help but trust him eventually ramzi confesses first, and is initially (softly) rejected... but theyre not entirely opposed! mainly conflicted, for a while-

they both love bugs, obviously- though sometimes ramzi gets bitten while trying to show shamura the little spiders he's captured

shamura likes to cook but they prefer liquid only foods- it's not horrible, but sometimes they want more variety

shamura is a bit shy about their relationship with the lamb, they're the least experienced with this sort of thing out of all of the bishops- war and reason have no room for love and compassion, after all. they're learning, with ramzi's help

if someone even LOOKS at ramzi the wrong way, shamura is the first to come to the lamb's defense. both a form of devotion, claiming ramzi as their charge they'd guard with their life, and a form of facing their grief- they'd ended ramzi's life once, they don't want to see it hurt anymore

these two match each other's freak so well its scary- you dont wanna see what happens in the mating tent when these two are in there!!

after shamura's initial wariness and shortness with ramzi fades, they become incredibly shy and awkward- they don't know how to navigate all these new feelings, and they don't really know who to turn to for advice

shamura is very possessive of their lamb- they were the first to be wed by him, after all- not to mention i personally think them being a spider influences this quite a bit,

WOAW THATS IT!!! holy shit thats a lot of text.... anyway if u have any questions abt any of them or want more clarification feel free to send me asks i love to yap abt them all <3

oh boy im not looking forward to putting all the tags on this

[emacrow]

Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne. Damian's pov Pt 2.

Damian had been trying for 3 months of trying to court Danny Fenton.

Danny has beaten him 6 times in a row without flaw or even a single hit on him without fail.. at first he was angry, terrifying angry because this short tall guy has what Jason said, beat his tan his ass into the very dust.

And since he isn't 'allowed' to kill anymore. If he can't beat him, then seduce him into submission then beat him when at his most vulnerable.

He had been reading the 10 tips to court your betrothed by his own mother, Talia Al Gual.

Though it wasn't working like he had planned at all..

He has tried the chocolate giving, the weapons giving, and the letters sending, he had tried to talk to danny but his body felt so hot, his palms were sweating, and his heart was beating up a storm before he can even get close enough to tap his shoulder..

It was trying him crazy on how obvious danny was. Why didn't he noticed him, flustered for him, crawl on his knee and grovel for his attention like others people of both genders have done before over the years.

He even took it up a notch with photos but it seem taking pictures of Danny didn't work unless it was a film type camera... video camera seem to work but the glitches were murderous though he was going to add more in Danny's dorm to better understand what he likes( totally not to steal more of his clothes at all) if it weren't for Tim.

Daring to Snoop into his business and the finding his personal hidden shrine of all the most embarrassing things to Snoop upon.

And to call it an obsession was over the line if it weren't for dick and Jason restraining him at that moment, he would have done away with Tim at that time.

This wasn't an Obsession. This was devoted courting at the finest. He was NOT sick at all and you can't force him to therapy. You all can't distracted him from danny from him forever!

(Tim believes a capital YES, with a 50 pages on the amount of things that damian has been doing in the total of 3 months 2 weeks and 5 days and 14 hours so far. Bruce don't you listen to his lies, he has taking the sleeping darts from alfred's personal cabinets.)

Alternative ending here <-

[p0rnd3aler]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE NSFW THINK PIECE/DRABBLE

I’m depraved

Rafayel is the neediest. He’s got a lot of insecurities/abandonment issues from his first love and he def has an anxious attachment style. He’s also absolutely the type of person to be codependent (Hello?? “Join me let’s drown in the ocean together”????? Like, come on). He’s constantly trying to do every little thing with you, almost like he can’t breathe unless it’s air that’s already been filtered through your lungs.

However, all big baby behavior™️ considered, he definitely knows how to woo you. I feel like since he’s Lemurian and also an artist, he only knows how to love a person in the most deeply devoted and romantic way. He’s also very careful with his heart and who he gives it to, once he decides it’s truly and solely yours that’s it. There’s no one else. But you also have to honor that with proper care, he’s very sensitive.

Anyway, I feel like he fucks in a way that’s slow, very sensual. The kind of love making where he takes over all of your senses, all you can feel is his touch, all you can smell is his sweat and cologne, all you can taste is him on your tongue, and all you can see and hear are his face and the sweet words of devotion he whimpers in your ear.

He’s also very easy to rile up.

Zayne is boring to me. Like I get the appeal he’s very hot and he’s also very stable (in a romantic sense) and healthy but I just can’t fantasize about that. Like yeah he’s a busy ass surgeon who will always make time for you no matter what and he’s super devoted and always caring for you in little ways, but also mf will make you take a water break during sex if you’re too wet bc he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated. Im done.

Honestly I think I’m biased against him bc the way he talks to MC just reminds me of this horrid man I met at a bus stop once who immediately started trying to tell me what to do/give me life advice. I get Zayne is qualified and the guy at the bus stop was not but idc if y’all want me to put effort into writing for him ur gonna have to submit it into the requests baby, moving on.

SYLUS. I feel like everybody thinks he’s just some big ol’ nasty freak but they’re WRONG. THEYRE WRONG ABOUT HIM.

Don’t get me wrong he’s definitely fucking tweaking when you first meet him, like just going apeshit off the bat with no context for us. But also? Once you get to know him? Bitch I’ll kill for that man you do not know. This mf drops everything for you.

Important arms deal he’s been trying to set up for a year or going to the arcade with you to get plushies out of a claw machine? Deal = cancelled

The fearless leader of the N109 zone who blows up anyone who perturbs him slightly. MF contributes 50% of the carbon in the atmosphere alone with the amount of shit he literally actually blows up with bombs. But you? You may break into his house and handcuff him to his bed in his sleep while trying to steal a brooch off of him. he doesn’t give a fuck. he’s in love with you. Set his house on fire! He won’t care! He’ll just buy a new one!

As rough as he is around the edges he’s completely smitten. “You should know I adore you. There is no love purer than mine.” Like girl don’t fucking play with me. Is he mentally ill? Absolutely. But he is so devoted, so careful with you. “I’m never annoyed when we do things together.” It’s literally like he’s learning how to be a human being for once and he doesn’t care about losing the coldness or sharpness he once had because you’re more than enough to replace any absence the loss of those thing may bring. He knows he’s getting soft and doesn’t care. He doesn’t try to stop it. To kill for you is nothing to him. Not even a second thought. He kills all the time. But he would never harm again if the violence ever came in between you two.

And I think that dedication, that devotion totally translates itself into how he makes love to you. He’s definitely a filthy talker, I think he says some NASTY shit during sex, just because he likes seeing you squirm and feel how your skin gets hot from his words. But I don’t think he likes hurting you. He wouldn’t do anything to harm you. He’ll spank you yeah, and he’ll tap or squish your cheeks to get your attention. But he only wants to bring you pure, carnal pleasure when it comes to sex. If you even think “that feels good” he’s like a dog with a bone. You get no rest when he’s there you only get mind-numbing pleasure. He’s a tease, he’ll poke lighthearted fun at how loud you’re being, ask you who you think can hear you two while you’re being nasty. But he knows you. He knows what you love, what gets you off, and he cares to learn all of this because of how much he loves you God I’m SICK

Xavier is filthy. That man laps up your pussy like a thirsty dog. The freakiest nastiest mf out of all of them. He won’t show any sexual prowess or interest for months I think. I’m not sure he’s even aware of his powers. Your relationship will literally be based around his chaotic sleeping “schedule” (that shit is not a schedule) and relaxing between missions together. All things considered, you guys spend almost every waking (and sleeping) hour together. Work, dates, naps, eating, it’s almost always together.

It’s not until he hears you getting hit on all night that his composure finally starts to crack.

Three months of the sweetest, purest boyfriend you could ever ask for. Your sweet silly boy, who starts silently pouting all night. It’s not until you two finally find a hotel to stay at for the night, that he finally starts loosening up.

“I’m not a young fool, you know. I don’t take what’s in front of me for granted” he quotes the guys hitting on you earlier, which he heard through your ear piece. Then he recites every time another guy hit on you while you two were on your mission. He’s a jealous jealous jealous boy. He HATES other guys vying for your attention. It just makes him want to whisk you away and bounce you on his dick so loud that every other guy can hear it. When he feels jealousy, he feels the need to mark, claim, devour you so no one else can try and steal you. He gets himself worked up. Stewing and agonizing over the thought and the memory of another guy trying to get to you so much that he can’t even think of sleeping. He gets completely taken over by the urge to have your every reaction solely based on him and what he gives you. I think he fights off these feelings for a long time, up until the protocore mission in the misty invasion memory. He just barely keeps it together until you’re rubbing all over him, pulling him closer to whisper his name in his ear, he just can’t take it. He needs to hear you say it louder. He needs everyone to hear you say his name.

He fucks you so sloppy, the kind of man who does not care what means he has to use as long as the end is what he wants. He wants you covered in marks of his making, he wants you to smell like him, he wants you to have trouble walking the next day, and he wants that asshole who tried hitting on you at work to ask you “what’s wrong? You look like you’re having trouble walking”

And as soon as the guy asks that you look over to Xavier, who has the most pleased little shit eating grin on his face.

The craziest part is that after he gets it all out of his system he’s back to being the little innocent sweet boy. But you know his secret, and he likes that you know it.

[maikissed]

post euro Kylian Mbappé oneshot :') yo, this supposed to be a fluff but then i started ovulating and it turned into a smut, tehe !warning: smut, +18

The bed was empty when you opened your eyes, rising up on your hands lazily to take a look in the direction of the bathroom, you realised that there was no light coming from under the closed doors. The clock on the nightstand showed 2:31 am, so you pulled the sheets away from your body, your limbs shaking slightly at the cool air that touched you after you stood up from the bed. A little yawn left your mouth as you reached the corridor, slowly turning to the stairs, your bare feet tapping gently on the wooden floors. Silence ringed in your ears as you reached the down floor, there was a dim light coming from the kitchen. Slowly, you approached the threshold, not fully entering the room just yet. Kylian stood leaned on his elbows on the kitchen island, his phone in front of his face, you could tell he was reading something but you were too far to deduce whatever reading might absorb his attention at this hour. You could have your guesses and it troubled you. You took a minute to observe him just a bit, his tired stance, stiff shoulders, upper lip bitten, fingers drumming gently on the surface when he wasn’t scrolling down to reach next lines of the article. He was desperate for a peaceful sleep and a proper rest, yet he wasn’t given one. You could tell. No matter the upcoming vacation, that you in a matter of fact were heading to tomorrow, this was the start of his silent contemplation days. Good thing he agreed to go instead of rushing to the training centre first thing he came back from Germany. Still, whatever he might have chosen, you would accept it. He needed his quiet, his stillness. But a third night without a full night sleep for him upset you even though you’ve already learned that it was inevitable when it came to him, and that you both had to give it time. He always struggled with sleep after games, the good ones or the bad ones, it was the adrenaline, the amount of incentives. However it was yet again the occurrence when his hard work, his passion and the absolute devotion burnt out on the last step to reach the longed for fulfilment.

You took a few steps his way before he noticed your presence. You smiled softly at him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he questioned, his voice hoarse.

“The bed was empty” you whispered sneaking in between him and the counter, without a glimpse to his phone screen, with aim to interrupt his reading.

There was a little wrinkle that has formed between his brows so you reached with your fingers to gently smoothen it. He closed his eyes in answer to the delicate massage and after a moment you could feel his face relax.

“What were you reading?” you asked softly still caressing gently his face, moving from his brows to the forehead and then very gently, feather like touch with the tip of your finger down his nose.

“Some statistics” he shrugged.

“Mhm” you answered amusingly, knowing better, but deciding not to dwell on it.

That small wrinkle appeared back so you stroked it again, before bringing your hands down his nape. He let out a big breath with his eyes still closed when you massaged his neck and shoulders.

“I had this dream” you started, watching his face breaking into a little smile because your dreams tend to be the most astounding and loony. Made him cackle and question the state of your thoughts every time you were narrating to him the stories created by your own mind.

 “Everything was blue or orange, that’s how I saw the colours surrounding me, and turned out I was this little funny dog with fluffy orange fur and petite face and paws. You know, the one that looks like a toy”

He chuckled.

“A Pomeranian?”

“Yes!” you nodded “And you were furious, because we had to take this flight and you didn’t know how to travel with me” you continued “So we went to the airport and the tiny man at the check-in, he wore a big straw sun hat you know, probably stole it from some poor old lady…” the smallest details made him laugh and you smiled brightly at him trying to bring back his full attention on you with a squeeze on his shoulders “He told you that you didn’t purchase the transport for me on your ticket and you furiously showed him my very own ticket. So then he picked out that it was in fact a ticket for a person, not for a little dog and that I have to travel in the luggage hatch with the rest of the animals, and you were so angry you wanted to fight him”

“That’s no surprise” he added rather seriously.

“Yes, and then it turned out that they have to place me in a different type of transport”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, in a fricking balloon!”

He burst out laughing at the resentment in your voice.

“So you put some obnoxious collar on me, too big and too heavy, but you said it’s a tracker in case I got lost. And you just let them take me to that horrific balloon!” you shrieked.

“I would never do that” he acknowledged with a hurt look on his face before he smiled at you again “You ate too much sugar yesterday and you should stop worrying about the trip”

“Sure, alright, maybe” you shrugged a bit stressed now as you reminisced your horrid dream.

He kept his gaze on you, delicate glimmer making his way back into his dark eyes, for the first time in few days.

“Do you want me to make some camomile tea?” you asked leaning into him, your hands connected behind his head.

“No, I already had one”

“Okay” you nodded “Should we go back to bed?” a whisper.

He kissed you gently before agreeing, then proceeded to bend down a little, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to pick you up. You nestled into his arms as he carried you back up to your rooms. Slowly, the drowsiness coming back to you. The truth was you never rested well when he spend his sleepless nights wandering around the house. As soon as he gently laid you down on the sheets, you reached for him with your hands to bring him back much closer.

“I’m not going anywhere” he reassured, the heat of his body coating you from above, you sighed as your eyes begun to accustom to the darkness.

“I know” you whispered looking into his eyes.

This moment you realised how you’ve missed him terribly for this last month, despite the fact you were seeing each other as often as possible. Yet never alone, never the two of you, no intimacy allowed. It came to you quickly, when he held you like this, touched you, moved above you, you were tired and you were aroused, two of these feelings mixing and fogging your thoughts, your body turning responsive even before he would touch you properly. You kissed him, your desirous fingers reached for the edges of his t-shirt to pull it off, your oversized tee quickly followed. Gentle, when you both were weary like this, it was the most gentle and slow and considerate. It’s been long.

Slow, deep kisses, he was the best at those you always admitted, made the next beat of your heart stronger than before. Breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of his fingers tenderly wandering around your breasts, ribs, between your thighs. The room filled with a sharp intake of breath of both of you as he entered you swiftly. You relaxed for a second and then he moved, your muscles flexed, your mind and your body tired. Your eyes closed, your lips quickly searching for his when he broke contact for a moment. His thrusts sloppy and lazy, his mouth precise, the kisses turning wetter. The pleasure build swiftly and you whined against his lips, your moans intensifying when it fumbled inside you without any intention to peak at any time.

“Do you want me to use my mouth?” he asked against your skin, his lips tracing your jaw.

“N-no!” you panicked weakly, grasping at his back, going lower to push down at him.

Your hips rising to fuck back, making him groan, and goose-bumps spread all over your skin when the sensation added to your upcoming orgasm. That’s when he looked at you.

“My sweet girl” he breathed, his eyes sparkly “Needed my attention all this time”

That, that was what almost pushed you over the edge but you gulped hard, focused on it, tried to block it for just a little bit more time. And he saw it, knew what you were trying to do so he kissed you again, adjusted his hips to add more pressure to his thrusts, perfectly reaching the most responsive places. You didn’t see that coming but his fingers reached down to join the place you were connected, putting sweet pressure on your clit. You squirmed feeling your walls clench around him. The first sharp pull inside you told you the pinnacle was coming strong and you started to pathetically mewl under him. And more, and more, and gentler, but then stronger, almost like he toyed with you. You already felt worn out, still you fought him, wanted this feeling to last longer so he could join you at the end, but most of the times he aimed to break you before he came. He loved making this about you, stubborn fucker. He took true pleasure in it.

“Let go” he murmured, his voice deep and daring “I know you want to, don’t fight me”

You wanted to bit back, you did, you wanted to put up with this challenge, but you were too weak to even blink. You were at him mercy yet again. Easily he picked up your hips with his hand wrapped around your waist and you cried out at the new angle. He knew he had you there good. Always, like he wanted.

“Come on, baby, you’re done. Come for me” he cooed.

Your chest heaving, blood in your veins pumping quicker, your moans louder and you crashed, falling apart in his arms like this, frail, small and shaky.

ummm, chile, anyways, so.....

[narutoandanimearemyheart]

alright, so imagine neji didn't die during the war and he got married with fem!reader, and have kids!

can you write some general headcanons or whatever you like of reader x neji as married couples?

Neji Hyuga x AFAB Fem! Wife Reader

Warning: Canon divergence(Neji doesn't die), Neji and reader have children, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of children, Mentions of war and death, Aged Up Neji(Since he didn't die)

You and Neji have quite the interesting marriage and dynamic with your children to say the least.

The two of you had a traditional wedding with both his family and your family present. It wasn't a large ceremony but it wasn't small either, and it was very formal. It was only until after the wedding that the two of you were able to get more affectionate and lovey dovey with each other.

Neji is a very devoted and dutiful husband. He knows all of your needs, your wants, and wants to make sure that you are comfortable in every aspect of your life. He wants to ensure your utmost happiness in your relationship.

He made a vow to love you in sickness and in health, and he plans on keeping that vow. He will take care of you when you are sick, even when you aren't sick he's going to dote on you and make sure you are well taken care of.

The two of you both split the house chores evenly, and he always makes sure to do his end perfectly, he will not live a single speck in the house, it must all be squeaky clean. He's a clean freak that way.

His cooking skills are incredible. You need his food in his life, everytime that you try and copy his exact recipes you can never get your food to taste like this, which is why you sometimes call him "magic hands" you often joke about how his hands have a special touch that makes all of his food taste so good.

Now we come to Neji as a father.

Both you and Neji decided to have a few kids, two kids, maybe three, and you both are happy with your small family!

Throughout all of your pregnancies Neji was there, taking care of you, doting on you, and taking on more of the house chores so you would be able to rest as you moved further into your pregnancy.

Whenever you would call him over to feel the kicks in your stomach, he could never hold back the soft grin that would make it's way onto his face. He sometimes gets emotional. The thought of starting a family with the person he loves most in the world is like a dream come true to him.

When your children are finally born, he is there for it all. Holding your hand while you are giving birth, ignoring the painful death grip that you have on his hand. When your children finally come out he is always enamoured with how small and fragile they look, and he can not help the overwhelming amounts of love and protectiveness that wash over him the moment he finally meets his children for the first time.

He stares at their small face and gently vows to always love and protect them no matter what. He will be their rock throughout the heaviest storms of their lives. He will take care of all his children diligently. Feed them, rock them to sleep, change their nappies(even if it isn't the most pleasant experience at times). He does it all out of the love for their children.

He keeps a close eye on them especially in their toddler years. He doesn't want them to accidentally hurt themselves, if any harm came to them he'd blame himself.

He would enjoy playing with his children though, and training them in the shinobi arts. He'd want them to be strong and intelligent shinobi like him.

Neji is the type of father who is strict, however it's just because he wants the best for his children. He wants them to grow up to be the best versions of themselves, and if he sees them acting in a way he believes is detrimental to their potential he is going to correct them.

He has strict rules set in place for his children, and will not be too tolerable if they break them without good reason. However he does want to understand his children and understand why they would defy him, and try and see if he can find a common ground with them.

He doesn't punish his children extremely, but he makes sure to send a message that will stick with them.

He does not spoil his children too often either. He only gives them treats and gifts when he believes they deserve it, or if it's a special occasion like their birthday, or a holiday.

Most of the time you and Neji are in agreement with the way that you raise your children, however sometimes when you guys have disputes over parenting, he can get rather irritated. He thinks you're going too soft on the kids, and aren't disciplining them properly.

You remind him that sometimes firm hard discipline isn't necessary and children can be taught right from wrong in other ways, and it's important to be understanding towards them.

At first he's rather stubborn when you say this to him, he brushes it off as you just trying to make excuses for them, however he genuinely starts to think that perhaps you are right.

He makes more of an effort to try and understand his children more, and instead talk to them about things instead of just punishing them right away. He still makes sure they are disciplined of course, but tries to be more understanding of their behaviours.

However when you and Neji do get along as a parent duo, you are both unstoppable. Your kids know not to mess with you or Neji, and when the two are you are serious that's when they know that playtime is over.

If one of them is mouthing off to one parent, then you can bet that the other parent will be giving them one look that will make them rethink their entire behaviour that day.

It's never good for your children when the two of you are both angry at them, because that usually means that they will not be receiving any mercy at all, may someone save them.

On the brighter side when your children are behaving, your family often enjoys going on picnics in the forests together, and having playful training sessions.

You'll cheer on your children as they attempt to fight your husband(Neji huffs about how you should be on his side, but anyway-)

Since it's a playful sparring session, Neji doesn't go hard on his children, but he's not giving up easily either. He'll make sure that he gives them at least some form of a challenge.

It also doesn't help that you are loudly advocating for his kids to beat him up-

He will still obviously want to test their profiencies in ninjutsu, genjutsu, and especially taijutsu as that's his speciality, and he believes that people of Hyuga descent must be proficient in Taijutsu as it's a part of what makes their clan who they are.

They better have been practising gentle fist or they might just be in trouble.

When the spar session is over, all of you will gather around a picnic basket and eat delicious home baked food, and just talk and bond as a family. It's little moments like these that bring the family closer together, and strengthen your bond.

The bakeries are extremely delicious as well, what happy family doesn't bond over good food?

When the sky starts to get dark, your family packs up, and starts to head back home. When you reach home your children go to prepare for bed, while you and Neji clean up the house.

When your children are ready to be tucked in bed, you both say goodnight to them, and perhaps read them a bedtime story if they ask, then leave the room so they can sleep.

You both head to the living room, and sit together on the couch. The house was clean and the children were asleep. You both were exhausted from the day's activities however very satisfied. The house was quiet except for the soft snores of your children.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Neji spoke up.

"Thank you Y/N, for giving me this gift." A tender smile spread across your face at his words. As a child he honestly couldn't have ever dreamt of having such a loving happy like the one he had now.

"Thank you as well.. I wouldn't have asked for a better life than this one." You adored your family more than anything in the world, your husband, and your children were your whole heart.

He added "I genuinely don't believe that any dream could come as close as to the reality I am living right now with you. I always believed that my destiny was one of suffering and unhappiness, but ever since I met you, you convinced me otherwise, and that only further solidified itself when we got married and had our children."

Your heart fluttered as you spoke back to him "You saved me too you know. You gave me all of this, happiness, adventure, and little rascals that run around the house giving us headaches." You added the last part playfully.

A small smile crept on his face at your words "Well they may be headaches, but they are a good type of headache." You chuckled and shook your head, before grabbing his hand and tugging him to your shared bedroom.

The two of you both went to your room and got in bed together. You wordlessly snuggled into each other. You felt Neji press a small kiss on your forehead and sigh. "Goodnight love.." You spoke back "Goodnight to you as well darling." You both shortly fell asleep, exhaustion quickly taking over the both of you.

The dreams that you both had that night, truly did not compare to the reality of the life you both led, which was already a dream in itself.

[the-artist-grimm]

Brainworm won't leave me, about angst of your Narilamb but on the other side of the coin.

So Imma just write about it even if I should be sleeping right now. Do what you wish.

Fate is irreversible. The Lamb would die a sacrifice, even the God of Death couldn't prevent it. Sure they had delayed it; allowed the Lamb to show the Bishop of Old that their fate was already written. But with it done, there's nothing stopping fate to strike once more.

The Lamb could feel it in the air, in the bones. Perhaps the crown had allowed them to feel the presence of an end. And theirs was soon to arrive.

Perhaps Narinder still had hope, that their weapon could return after their sacrifice. That the Lamb could be kept by his side and that of his kits. Yet the Lamb knew better than to rely on only hope.

The Lamb's heart was full, of love for who is now considered family to them. For Narinder, Aym and Baal. And for them, The Lamb would do it. Sacrificing their life for their freedom. For the kits to finally see the world the Lamb has told them so much about. For Narinder to feel the rain against their fur once more.

With a resolve of steel, the Lamb is ready, in an outfit they've carefully curated for their last moment. Perhaps it is full of old memories; inspired by any remaining traditions of the sheepfolk who will soon vanish with the Lamb. Maybe something akin to marriage; as they have accepted that they would never see the day of their own and that the freedom of their loves should be the happiest day of their life.

With a sad smile, the Lamb dedicate their death to the three person who fills their heart with love. Ripping it from their chest and crushing it; letting the large amount of devotion they had for their God, and the Red Crown, float back to its rightful owner. The Lamb swore they heard the screams of Aym and Baal, calling for the first time their Baba. They could feel a pang tug and their heart, even if no longer in their chest; never knowing before how much they longed for the both of them to see the Lamb like a parent.

Their weapon discarded, both kits rushed to the Lamb's side, begging, pleading for them to not leave; grasping at the Lamb's ever colder body.

Maybe in a moment of clarity, The One Who Waits sheds their gargantuan form for that of a more reasonable one. They are silent, whirlwind of thoughts and emotions flying through their head yet they chose to ignore most; going straight for the Lamb. Tears already flowing unbeknownst to him. Maybe they were the Crown's.

It's kinda funny, the Lamb never thought they would had been able to hold Narinder in their arms fully; yet even in this form he is as beautiful as the day they first met him. The Lamb smile softly at him, barely hearing him talk about promises to bring them back, cursing himself for his greed and his stubbornness, that he shouldn't had ignored his feelings when really the only thing he now desired was fading infront of him.

Maybe, just maybe, the Lamb can reach for a goodbye kiss. Not the one they had dreamed of, but it was their last chance before vanishing into the same ashes that covers the entirety of Narinder's realm; leaving now three black cat free, yet so cold and alone.

THIS IS AMAZING WHAT THE HECK. ALSO HOW ARE YOU IN MY HEAD (adding the angst art first in case people don't wanna read my lore dump lol)

Like Anthea WOULD have died had Narinder not let slip just how much he cared about them. He didn’t confess his love-he wasn't ready to do so just yet, but upon seeing the lamb break down in the ruins of their home village shortly before they'd started on Silk Cradle, seeing them finally let all the years of grief and anger and guilt take over and swear that no matter what they’d get him and the kits out-that while they couldn’t save their family they would save his even if that meant their death, in the ‘good’ ending sort of speak (which yeah has the betrayal but it leads both to grow and eventually be happy again), he tells them no-that freedom isn’t worth it without the lamb leaving the gateway alongside the twins and himself. He would not accept any outcome that didn't have them by his side.

Having spent their whole life giving up things for others, Narinder essentially saying he’d give up his freedom, the thing he wanted most, for them was what made the lamb want to try and have a future. Because here was someone who wanted Anthea by his side because he cared for them, and they realized they wanted that too. It's why in the good end Anthea starts weaving a courtship sash for Narinder, because while they didn't bet on his feelings being romantic, that admission was what made them realize they'd long fallen in love, and it was the one thing they could do to show just how much those words meant to them. A promise in return to be by his side as well in whatever way he'd have them. A promise to live.

Had Narinder held his tongue and not given into the impulse to say ‘no’, or had he instead told the lamb that their fate was to die, then Anthea would have laid their life down one last time. They might've realized they'd fallen in love sometime before that, but the desire to see their beloved and their children free would've outweigh the desire to be 'selfish' and want to be free with them.

5 chains bound the god they’d grown to love, and though 4 were linked to his siblings the 5th metaphysical one could only be unlocked by the sacrifice of a devout heart. It had been Shamura’s final failsafe. They knew that Narinder may be able to kill the bishops in his rage, but had counted on him never finding someone willing to sacrifice themselves like that.

But the main theme of Crimson Angel is expressing your feelings, and in the bad end, neither Anthea or Narinder learn to do so. Narinder keeps his love close to his chest, while Anthea loves the one way they know how-through sacrifice.

So yeah thank you for the fic and I shall now add it to the little metaphorical trinket box of ‘fanart/gifts to look at in awe'

[ddlydevotion]

ridiculously devoted! Bobby Kennedy Husband hcs…

a/n: I took a little break from writing so I wouldn’t get burnt out, and now I’m back 💌! This may be a bit short so I apologize for that.

currently listening to: chemtrails over the country club by ldr

He keeps multiple photos of you on his domestic office and his appointed office at the White House. Whenever he's away from home, he'll longingly stare at the photographs of you that are settled on his desk and it reminds him of why he works so hard. why he pushes himself to the very end. why he works himself to the bone. It's all for you, and it always will be.

You are just as obsessed with him as he is with you, your friends & family constantly tease the two of you about your unrelenting obsession. You're incredibly attentive when it comes to tending to your shared home, decorating, cooking, planning family events, packing Bobby's favorite lunch, accompanying him to the office. Your friends ooh and awee at the romantic gestures that you & Bobby do for one another and have credited you for raising their standards.

has no problem guiding you to the dance floor while the two of you are out at a ball/gala. If you didn't know how to dance before meeting him, he eased your anxiety and showed you how to simply sway back n forth with him without looking too stiff.

Bobby is a very respectful man, okay? Especially when it comes to you. This is made clear when he makes sure that his hand isn't too low on your back when the two of you are in public. However, when he's had too much to drink at an event, he becomes veryyy touchy. You're left flushed and giggling while moving his hands, continuing to tell him to behave.

you tend to wear his pullover whenever he's away from home and his absence starts to take a toll on you. After he came home to you sleeping in his cardigan, he started to leave his shirts/sweaters around for you to take because he adores seeing you in his clothing.

Whenever he has time away from work, he puts in the effort to help you make a BIG breakfast & dinner. He truly cherishes all of the little moments that he shares with you, and it makes him the happiest man in the world when he's able to share a meal with you.

Within the first month of the two of you dating, he took you to his favorite church and held your hand as the service took place. It makes his heart swell with joy when you accompany him to church, especially if you're not the religious type. It truly means the world to him.

Tagging along with him to important meetings and campaign events. He looks at you with a proud smile when you make the effort to assist him during his brother's campaign. The two of you traveled to many foreign countries, states, and cities together in the name of the campaign & he watches with relish while you speak to the ambassador of whatever country you may be in in their native language. It helped with his brother's votes/numbers and Bobby's love for you went through the damn sky. He already loved you an insane amount but those efforts of yours made his obsession with you intensify by a large amount.

The two of you have the cutest unique little nicknames for one another. Similarly to Jackie, you’d probably call Bobby bunny or beaver because of his teeth. I’m obsessed with his smile if you couldn’t tell. He’d give you a nickname based off of his favorite features of yours, for example, if you have curly hair then he’d call you curly. If your cheeks get naturally flushed then he’d call you rosy. If you have a gap in your teeth then he’d also call you bunny.

he loves reading to you especially if you’ve told him that it helps you relax/sleep easier. He’ll read poems that remind him of you and it makes your heart swell.

Something gives me the feeling that he’d be amazing at comforting you. He’ll shush your sobs while pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, and eventually your lips. He hates seeing you cry and he’d take away your ability to feel pain if he was given the chance. He cradles you as if you’re a newborn, as if you’re as delicate as a china teapot and coos sweet words of reassurance.

just like Jackie, you’re known as the fashionable wife of your husband. Your dazzling photos are plastered in the newspaper and people scramble to see what & who you wore at whatever major event you attended. Similarly to his brother, Bobby makes little jokes that he is the one accompanying you to events. “Nobody seems to care what I wear! It’s all about my hair with this crowd.”

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[prushka92]

DFAOG AU (Don't forget about our goal) general info!

I've made some lil concrpts for the AU! I hope you will enjoy it✨ I only made Shuanshuan, Yi and 2 ocs for this properly by now but i will fo more surely! Like i really wanna finish Kuafu (if you have ideas lemme know!). But talking about AU itself...

But talking about the plot or something i already have some things.

Yi returned to Penglai along with Shuanshuan, the apemen and Kuafu to keep on searching for the antidote to Tianhou. In this version, Shuanshuan has no clones (as some theories say), he is in the middle child in the normal ending. Despite his young age, he helps Yi in working with the medicine, as he had previously studied with him.

Yi also continues to kill apemen in order to maintain the functionality of the biological supercomputer for soulscapes. The apemen believe in the gods, in the 9 Sols, living a lie, being isolated from the outside world as well. Yi rarely selects the apemen kids he likes who are intelligent and inquisitive, and teaches them, becoming their mentor. When Shuanshuan grows up, it is he who is already engaged in teaching the "chosen ones."

Kuafu helps Yi in finding a cure for Tianhou, and also replaces him when he leaves for soulscape for 5 years. Yi and Kuafu sleep for 5 years, and then they work for the same amount, replacing each other in order to continue working and support the rest of lifes on the New Kunlun.

Goumang is also here, but her fate is not so bright tho. She survived after Yi's fight with her and when they returned to Penglai Yi offered fer team working, Goumang agreed. However after not so much time she became the Yi's test subject. They just were not meant working together because of events in the game. As a result, she became quite apathetic, considering Yi to be just a crazy maniac. In her eyes, he's just a madman, obsessed with the idea of healing and saving everyone, even though there's no hope of salvation anymore. Goumang can be said to be coming to Tao, as she has already accepted her fate, realizing the deplorability of the whole situation. Her small joy is Shuanshuan and a student Huanhe whom Goumang taught biology and agronomy for a while before turning out to be a lab rat. The children visit her periodically to feed and talk to her.

In addition to Shuanshuan's help Yi with his work, he continues to explore the completely new world of Penglai and the culture of solarians. Yi teaches him martial arts (Shuanshuan has no plans to use these skills for their intended purpose), science and history. Shuan's training is assisted by Abacus Ruyi, which Yi restored after arriving at Penglai. He devotes the boy more to art, and when Yi leaves for soulscape, he takes over almost entirely the training, as well as conducts the tests prescribed by Yi for the antidote and research, helping in the development of a cure for the virus. Kuafu spends most of his waking years maintaining the New Kunlun and looking after Shuanshuan, also giving him knowledge, but this time in the field of engineering.

Over time, Shuanshuan began to wonder: "Is there even a cure?"Are our efforts in finding a solution not in vain?" "How right is it to exploit my people in order to save them?" and many others. On the basis of these questions, he began to develop and take root a different worldview, and later learns from Abacus Ruyi about the philosophy of Tao and becomes imbued with it.

How many students does Yi have in total?

Four: two boys and two girls, including Shuanshuan himself, and he is the oldest of them. If we list them by seniority, it turns out like this: Shuanshuan, Huanhe, Heiluyan, Zhujin.

What happened to Shennong?

Unfortunately, he died in a fight with Eigong when she broke into the pavillon of the Seasons.

How does Yi relate to the rest of his students?

He basically values them as much as Shuanshuan, although it's a little difficult to say that he perceives them as his family. But he does get involved in their education and upbringing, given that these are orphaned children whose parents died in a slaughterhouse or for some other reason.

Will they find a cure?

Unfortunately, there is no cure for Tianhou in this au. It would just ruin everything really, so no matter how cruel it sounds, the dozens of years they spend searching for it will be in vain.

Does the new Abacus Ruyi remember the events that took place in the game itself?

Yes and no. He'll just know what happened from the stories of Yi, Kuafu, and Shuanshuan, but the new Ruyi is just as sentimental as his predecessor.

In fact, in this universe, Yi also comes to the Tao, just like in the game, only much longer, which, in fact, I would like to see! I wish Yi had more interactions with Shuanshuan and Kuafu, because I didn't have enough of that in the game (not because the game couldn't handle it, but just because I love that kind of thing)

I will add more info by time! I really hope you all like it :]

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Personally, I'm like, pretty sure that Nikolai loves like a worshipper. To him, John is an ethereal being, someone that is above all laws of beauty. John is the closest thing Nik could devote to. Praises come to him naturally when they are about John, and he could map out John's body in his sleep.

He likes taking care of John, to know that his devotion is happy and well because of him personally. Nik likes grooming John in the bathroom, to have the Brit relax into his arms as he slowly trim his mutton chops (at least that's what I think it's called). He could only watch in silent adoration as John relaxes into the semi normal routine they have, his presence in Nik's kitchen seeming natural. Nik could barely fathom how he had gone so on without John next to him, for such times seem impossible now.

His devotion for John runs deeper than the ocean, and it seems like there is a never ending amount of things Nik could list off about John.

Laswell knows it, the rest of the team knows it, and it seems like only Price is the one oblivious to how much the other adores him. (He interacted with Alejandro for barely less than a day once, and even he knows how devoted Nik is to John). Something about waiting for so long for the man had translated into some form of utter adoration and devotion for him.

John, on the other hand, loves Nik to the point of creation and healing. I dunno how to put this into words, but I'm sure he cut down HEAVILY on drinking and smoking after knowing Nik. He loves the man, so much so that he wants to become a better person for Nik. To grow old and watch your partner grow old next to you seemed like some impossible dream almost a decade ago. And now he sits on the toilet as Nik helps him shave, the russian's movements almost graceful.

John has no doubts that Nik could be with anyone else in the world, with men better than him. But Nik is laying in John's bed, head tucked under John's chin and John finds himself hardly caring. Nik was with him, and that was more than enough.

He also writes little poems for Nik occasionally, words flowing onto the paper freely before he seals it with a kiss. He knows Nik has them hidden somewhere, the russian having said something about the letters being 'too precious for mortal's mind'. He likes tinkering with things, learning extremely useless and niche hobbies so that when winter rolls in, Price could make a sweater for Nik.

[katzkinder]

Yamamoto who never got a way to release more of his pent up energy, or an outlet for his simmering devotion, probably would have gone straight into genuine yandere territory, rather than a sleeping one who only wakes up in very specific circumstances

Tsuna will always find a way to tame something dangerous and it's not always good for him. In that particular instance, Yamamoto would be that something, though usually it’s Mukuro, who luckily is made much softer and easier to handle through his care for Chrome teaching him delicacy. Still, he’s very flashy, like a poisonous creature, so keeping his distance until Mukuro is manageable is much easier for Tsuna.

Yamamoto isn't a flashy person, though. He’s a spur of the moment guy who can unintentionally do flashy things because he doesn't think about the consequences.

If Reborn didn't scout him... It would probably be something as simple, mundane by comparison of what Tsuna has been put through, as taking his bat and cracking it, hard, against someone's head, with the same amount of force he'd use for anything else with it.

Because he got fed up.

"Tsuna, right? You okay?"

And he's smiling, offering his hand, like he didn't just cave another boy's skull in with a single hit. An older boy, sure, but still just a boy who had been picking on Tsuna.

"My house is around here. Dad can patch you up; you're bleeding!"

Tsuna's hand trembles and he tries not to look and his voice is stuck in his throat. Save him, save him, somebody... Reborn, where are you? Gokudera, Bianchi, somebody...

Yamamoto pulls him up. "Sorry. I just. Couldn't take it anymore. Even the new transfer has been harassing you and you were alone and I kind of... Snapped?" Like it's just something normal. Something to be apologetic and sheepish about, but not horrified.

Tsuna can't even make his voice work enough to clear up the misunderstanding about Gokudera. The hand holding his is rough and a little cool to the touch.

"I'm sorry. I should have done something sooner. You're alright now, though!"

No. He's really not.

A few days pass. A local high school boy is missing, and Yamamoto Takeshi swings an arm around no good Tsuna’s shoulder like it belongs there while the baseball club manager scratches his head and counts the bats yet again. One is missing.

The body is never found.

[iliketangerines]

hii it's the anon whom requested the cat!hybrid reader from last time :p

since it was hybrid reader, maybe hybrid Shang Tsung as well? specifically, he's half snake now after a failed potion (or spell, whichever works) and he just breeds his gf reader? maybe also with a little bit of obsessed shang tsung bc I have some thoughts after reading that obsessed shang tsung fic..

take ur time with this, prolly ain't gonna be my last time requesting (and sorry if I'm requesting Shang Tsung a lot it's just that he's lacking fanfics 😞 I have some very inappropriate thoughts abt him that I need to share)

wrapped around him

a/n: writing this, i feel like my writing style has changed since i've come back

pairing: snake hybrid!shang tsung x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, breeding kink, not proofread

Shang Tsung observed the snake tail slithering behind him, a beautiful shade of yellow mottled with some darker parts, and he tilted his head at his newfound appendage

he had drank a botched potion, thinking that it would work, and he was in agonizing pain as he felt his bones rearrange and his flesh meld and stretch

but then the ache had finally faded away, and Shang Tsung could properly admire his newfound addition

it was beautiful, elegant, almost terrifying, and the sorcerer wondered what other changed to his body that the potion had made

he slithered over to the mirror nearby, which had taken an embarrassingly long time with how he had to retrain his muscles to slither rather than walk

but it was worth it as he looked at his body, looking at how his face had changed

his arms had remained unchanged, but on his face…two new slits were now on his face, one on each side of his face that extended from the edge of his mouth to the edge of his face

his eyes were no longer pupils but slitted, like a snakes, and Shang Tsung opened his mouth, finding his fangs much longer than he remembered

but, Shang Tsung opened his mouth even more, and well, his mouth horrifyingly opened even larger, almost like his jaw had come off its hinge

he could see in the periphery how longer fangs popped out from the top of his mouth and sprayed a clear liquid, and then Shang Tsung closed his mouth to a normal amount to observe his tongue

it was forked, but he found he could smell much more if he stuck his tongue out into the air

an odd change, but not an unwelcome one…yet

Shang Tsung crossed his arms, drumming his fingers against his arm as he thought of the cons and pros of the entire situation

he wouldn’t be able to go out in public like this and gather his materials, but he felt stronger, faster, energetic

he supposed he would have to go back to his old ways of finding his materials in the forest, but then again, working with Sindel meant having to appear in court

he would have to transform back soon: he was due for a meeting with the Empress sometime next month

slithering back to the potions table, he’s struck with the thought of you, somewhere upstairs sleeping on the bed or sitting at the table and reading

how would you take his new transformation?

and suddenly Shang Tsung felt nervous

he valued your opinion, one of the few that he did, and he was devoted to you as you were devoted to him

he supposed you would have to his transformed state at some point, and if you would accept his changed body, he was sure

struggling to slither up the stairs, Shang Tsung found you absent from the living room, and so he figured you were still laying in bed, perhaps reading an ancient scroll

he made his way to the bedroom door and opened it slowly, and there you were, sitting on the bed with a cup of something and a scroll he had found for you to translate

you look up at the door with a glare before you realize it’s Shang Tsung, a smile coming over your face as you ask him if he was done for the day

he blinks and not quite, before swinging the door open to show his predicament

your eyes widen in surprise before you start laughing, full on slamming your fist in the sheets and nearly spilling your drink in your other hand

Shang Tsung scowls at your amusement, but it was a bit amusing considering how he was supposed to be a talented sorcerer and still managed to muck up a potion

eventually, your laughs die down into giggle, and you finally step out of the bed, revealing the soft expanse of your legs

you walk over to him, peeking over his shoulder to observe the rest of his tail, and you touch his torso where the skin and the scales blend together, sending a shiver up Shang Tsung’s spine

your observations are slow and deliberate as you walk up and down the length of his tail to observe the length and the pattern and the color

after a while, you stand in front of Shang Tsung, and you tell him the look suits him

the sorcerer chuckles and says for you not to get used to it because he would have to change back soon enough to meet with the court

you pout at him playfully before shrugging your shoulders and crawling back into bed and beckoning him to lay underneath the warm sheets and sun with you

he obliges and curls up around you, his tail wrapping around the two of you as you translated the ancient scroll in your hand and sipped on your morning drink

he would be rid of his tail soon enough, so he might as well enjoy it

well, that’s what Shang Tsung thought except no matter how many times he brewed the potion, it bubbled and fell flat or bubbled over and caused a mess in the labs

even worse, he couldn’t focus on his work, the scent in the air pervading his sense and something raging building up inside of his body

it was hot and heady and something he had ignored for the better part of two weeks, but he really couldn’t manage this building feeling in his body

he slithered out of the lab and up the stairs, hissing in anger, something else that he couldn’t control about his body

he hated this feeling of the loss of control, where he couldn’t even control his damn body

Shang Tsung perks up as his tongue flicks out, tasting you in the air, and he moves as silently as he can toward the door and cracks it open

you’re not doing anything in particular, just catching up on some light reading for you, some books on translations and ancient languages

and yet, you look so enticing, the sun glinting off your hair and shining on all the right parts of your skin and god you smell so tasty right now on his tongue-

you look up from your book, seemingly able to sense his staring, and you close it, placing a bookmark in gently and placing it on the bedside table

he opens the door fully and makes his way over to you, tongue flicking out over and over again because he can’t get enough of your smell

you question if everything was okay, but he can’t seem to hear you over the buzzing in his head and how beautiful you look right now and how you would taste on his heightened senses

Shang Tsung leans down, breathing in your scent from your neck, and his tongue darts out to lick the soft skin

he moans, licking at the slight sheen of sweat you have on your skin, and you tangle your hand in his hair as you laugh and ask if he’s just feeling a little needy

the sorcerer pulls back, and you realize something’s a little off, his pupils are so wide right now and staring right at you and his grip on your shoulders are tightening

he collides his body into yours before you can even think, and he’s tearing off your clothes and ripping off his and his mouth is on yours, nearly devouring you whole

it consumes him, this sudden lust for you, and he needs you, needs to taste you, to fuck you and secure a future

never had he ever thought of something like this, perhaps he had wondered about having a family when young, but almost never again as an adult

right now, his entire body was obsessed with breeding you, seeing you round with his children and to secure his heirs and his future

he presses hurried kisses into your neck, panting like a wild animal, and he can’t stop moaning into your skin as he trails further and further down

it’s an addicting taste, but he wants a slice of your sweetest part

his tail has somehow found time to wrap around your waist, squeezing you tight, and his hands spread your thighs for him, showing off just how soaked you were for him

he can see your slick dripping onto the sheets and dives down, not wanting to waste another drop, tongue lapping furiously at your pussy

it buries in deep, prodding at the deepest parts of you, and you can’t help but let out a cry as he fucks you on his tongue, especially as it bumps against that one spot

Shang Tsung can hear your cries, your whimpers of pleasure, and by the gods, he wants more, needs to hear you crying out his name, that you belong to him

somehow, his hands spread your legs even further, and he shoves his face into your pussy, nose firmly grinding against your sensitive clit

it makes pleasure move up your spine and coil in your head, filling it with a haze, and you whine out his name, moving your hips on his face as you chase your release

you can feel it coming, with the way the pleasure builds higher and higher, and SHang Tsung knows too with the way your hips buck and legs twitch

he wants it too, and his fingers dig bruises into your soft skin as he doubles his efforts, barely breathing as he thrusts his tongue ever further into you

humming against your clit, Shang Tsung is looking for your release, and you let out a cry, pussy clenching down on his tongue and head thrown back as you cum on his face

Shang Tsung’s closes his eyes and moans at the taste of you flooding his tongue, and he laps at you, trying to get every single drop, determined to not let it go to waste

your hips are still grinding on his nose, and you hands are gripping onto the sheets desperately as you ride out the last vestiges of your orgasm

finally, you open your eyes and find Shang Tsung’s face hovering over you, staring at you with those slitted eyes of his and grinding his cock into your wet cunt

his cock, cocks?

Shang Tsung all but purrs as he leans in close to your ear and whispers in his smug voice that his body can now accommodate for two

and with that, he pushes in slowly, and you whine loudly, hands flying up from the sheets to grab onto his shoulders and dig your nails into his muscle

but he doesn’t seem to mind, watching how your chest rises and falls rapidly and how your face scrunches up in both pleasure and pain

his mouth presses against yours, catching every little sound you make for him, and one of his hands go down to rub at your clit

it helps you relax, and Shang Tsung pushes a little further, letting out a breathy groan into your mouth as he finally bottoms out

you’ve never felt so full, so fucked-out and stretched, but it’s pleasureable, the way the sting burns around the edges and mixes with the pleasure

you beg him, please, please move, you need him to fuck you

Shang Tsung gladly does so, moving his hips slowly at first and then quickening his pace until it’s the wet squelch of your pussy in the air

he has to breed you, needs it carnally, has to fuck his cum into you, and it’s all Shang Tsung can think about as his instincts kick in

it’s almost feral how he fucks into you, hand rubbing fast little circles onto your clit as he fucks you on his cocks, and you let out a cry as you cum, still sensitive from your previous one

but he doesn’t slow down, or mock you, or tease you, rather he just continues with his animalistic grunts, teeth gleaming in the sun’s beams and eyes so black you’re not sure if there’s even an iris

all too quickly, another orgasm rises up in you, and Shang Tsung pushes you over the edge over and over again, filling your senses with him and only him

the pleasure and pain stings together, and you start to cry, tears falling down your cheeks

Shang Tsung licks them up, smiling at how you’re crying, and it only spurs him on for his tail to raise up your waist so his cocks hits a different angle inside of you

it makes you see stars and moan out his name as you clench down on him and squirt, the liquid coating his torso and his skin and dripping down onto the sheets

but it’s what Shang Tsung needs as he finally groans deep and cums inside of you, thrusts sloppy and slowing as he fucks his seed into you

his hips never stop, only moving much slow than before as he watches for any singular spilled drop from your pussy

and then finally, he buries himself deep to keep you plugged with his seed, and he loosens his grip on your waist to wrap his entire tail around the two of you as he drifts off to sleep

he has a protective grip on you, head buried into your hair, and you can’t find yourself holding onto consciousness much longer either as you fall asleep as well

Shang Tsung finds the cure a few days later, and then a few months later in the forsaken island as he accrues his powers, he finds that you’re pregnant

he almost hopes that they’re half-snake

[bluemotifofsleep]

One Gentle Morning

Hanamaki x Reader

- sometimes it’s okay to make mac and cheese at one in the morning, you just can’t wake Hiro.

you had woken from a dream, mouth salivating. you knew you had class in the morning, and any time before your alarm was too damn early to get up, so you tried your best to fall back asleep. the edges of sleep were pulling away from you though, the harder you tried to reach out and grab at them, to keep yourself in that state of almost-sleep, the more awake you felt.

you were so hungry.

your stomach was grumbling, begging you to get up and scavenge the kitchen for any morsel of food. were you really going to do that? you could probably fall back asleep without too much trouble. your eyes were still heavy, your breathing still slowed, the rest of your body not quite catching up to the speed your stomach was thinking at.

you’re so tired though. Hanamaki had a night shift the evening prior, and no matter how many times he insisted you don’t have to stay up for him, the idea of him coming home after a long shift to an empty dark apartment with no one to greet makes your insides twist painfully. so you’d stayed up, kept yourself busy with your homework that you probably should have done anyways and kissed him on the cheek when he got home. worth it, you think, staring at his wide back while he sleeps soundly next to you.

you certainly are feeling the effects of your late night now though. your eyes are starting to feel heavier, your breathing is slowing down. if you just don’t think about it, let your mind wander and slow, maybe you could get back to sleep again. count sheep, right? you can do that. one, two, three, four-

your stomach growls painfully again, reminding you of the issue at hand. fuck.

~~~

you’re waiting for the water to boil for the noodles and thinking about all the assignments you have to complete tomorrow. you could probably just stay up at this point and cram some more homework in before you have to leave for school. this plan has the potential to wake Hiro though, and you really don’t want to risk that. you’d snuck out of bed extremely carefully, trying your best not to jostle his sleeping form. he’s just been so busy lately, juggling school and work and sleep and you. you just want to help him. take the weight off his shoulders, kiss it better, make all his worries go away.

you’ve never felt this way about anyone before. sure, you’ve had boyfriends, most of them weren’t really interested in you much beyond the way you looked, though. they never really cared too much about romance, and the relationship never lasted.

it had taken Hanamaki months to gather up the courage to ask you out, Matsukawa had told you. “he was like a little baby,” he’d said. “always avoiding you because he was worried if he spent too much time around you, he’d spill all of his feelings.” and you thought it was so endearing you almost cried. apparently it had taken Iwazumi physically smacking him to finally get him to properly ask you out. somewhere along the way, you’d fallen for him too. much more than you wanted to, a scary amount actually.

you love him. you love him so much. you sacrifice your sleep just so he’s the last thing you see at night, you watch him play his stupid video games that are way too gory for you just to hear him curse and watch him problem solve, you scratch his back for him so he can fall asleep better even when your arm gets tired. you’d marry him if he asked you tomorrow, you’ve never felt such devotion to and from someone before, and you can’t imagine being without him.

just as the thought crosses your head, you hear footsteps and look up just in time to see the gangly pink haired boy round the corner to your kitchen, scratching his head and yawning as he does.

you instantly feel guilty. somehow, even though you’d been as careful as possible, you’d woken him up. he’d worked a late shift, he was probably so tired, and you’d woken him up just for some mac and cheese.

“don’t make that face, i woke up because i was thirsty.” he says at noticing your deep frown, the way your eyebrows are tented.

“i’m sorry. i did my best not to wake you.” and you really did. you notice he makes no move to grab a glass of water. a true gentleman, lying to make you feel better about waking him up. sparing your feelings as much as he can. it makes you feel even worse.

he walks up behind you to wrap his arms around you. he’s still warm from sleep, and he feels like melted honey spilling over your back. he feels so right against you, like a jacket that fits you perfectly, like he was tailored to you.

“what are you doing, baby?” the words get whispered against your ear, the warm air making goosebumps spring up along the back of your neck.

the water is fully boiling now, so you open the cardboard box of noodles and dump them in, the sound of them spilling out of the box the loudest sound in your apartment at this dreary hour. it’s almost shocking when compared to the soft voice in your ear, still gravely from sleep.

“i had a dream,” you say it simply, like this warrants waking him up, warrants waking yourself up and sacrificing sleep that is so precious these days. “about food.” you finish, and instantly feel silly.

he doesn’t chastise you for your silly actions though, instead he hums in your ear, the sound reverberating down your back.

“and you were going to eat the last box of mac and cheese without me?” the words are accusing, but his voice sounds funny. when you look back at his face over your shoulder, all you find is fondness in his expression.

“i love you.” you say, and yes, it’s a bit off topic, but it’s not really because your love for Hanamaki is always on your mind. even when you’re in the middle of a lecture, when you’re working out, when you’re doing your assignments that are worth a million percent of your grade, even when you’re making mac and cheese, you’re thinking about him. your love for him manages to make its way into every topic, no matter how obscure.

his eyes widen a bit, like he was expecting you to tease him back, and then his face melts, turns into something gooey soft, and it makes your cheeks feel a bit warm.

“i love you too, honey, so much.” and then he leans in and kisses you, feather soft. just lips brushing against lips, no pressure to make it deeper, simply an extension of your love. “next time you make late night mac and cheese without me, though, i might have to fight you.”

“you’re such a dork” almost comes out of your mouth, but then you look up at him. the look on his face stops the words in your throat. you’re in an oversized spider-man shirt (stolen from him) and some raggedy loose sleep shorts, sleep-rustled hair, yellow and green fuzzy socks that don’t match, standing here making macaroni at one in the morning like some kind of drunk frat boy, and he’s looking at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes. a soft smile on his face, eyes slightly droopy from being woken up, little lines on his skin from where the folds in the pillow case made indents in his sleep. the urge to reach out and smooth them itches at your hand.

yes, he’s a dork. he likes to cut the crust off his sandwiches, he never plugs his phone in at night and complains when it dies half way through the day, he likes to warm his cold hands up by pressing them shockingly against your bare skin, but he’s your dork, and you will keep him for as long as he will keep you.

~~~

I just want one quiet morning with this man please please please.