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The thing that makes the jellyfish hat content is that it is an object containing paper mache, fabric, cardboard, and the assorted accoutrements of jellyfish hat-making (the optional but popular add-ons go listed here in your head).
and implies that the container is more relevant in this specific context than the thing contained
No. that's not an implication. That's a thing you're making up in order to have an excuse to get angry about someone using a word you don't like, but it's not true. If I say, "I dumped open the contents of the box onto the floor", it is very easily discerned by most readers I am looking for something specific that is within the contents of that box. It is insanity to insist that the word content = the container being the most important thing on Earth. If I write "he opened the small box, revealing its' content: a single, small wedding ring" and you think the box is the focus, I just flat-out don't know what to tell you.
Setting that aside: holy shit, please calm down. I'm a bit busy with organizing resources for my local trans community at the moment but I promise you, there are worse problems than someone using a word you don't like. There was an election this year - don't know if you noticed - that impacts real people. Looking at all your anon and off-anon replies, the thing I keep thinking is, "Holy shit, who fucking cares? There are actual issues going on in the world right now!"
The fact that something I sent in during a ten minute snack break at work and quickly forgot about lives rent-free in your head to this degree days after it was said is highly, highly concerning. I cannot convey enough to you how much I did not mean to set off an episode in you, and at the same time, I am also very genuine when I say this may be a hill you're willing to die on, but it's not a hill I'm willing to kill you on. I kill people on important hills and jellyfish hats ain't it, chief.
It's wild to spend my time IRL trying to help people figure out what to do if our state makes it illegal for them to get HRT in-state and then pull up my phone and see someone this pressed about the word "content". Surely your life also has an important issue you could spend time on? No one is having a particularly good time right now. Maybe focus on a thing with literally any relevance to your quality of life whatsoever? I know that sounds glib. However, having had manic episodes where one thing someone said to me sent me over the edge, I'm not being glib. I really mean it when I say that redirecting your focus onto something important helps snap you out of it. It's how I got myself out of it before I was able to get medicated for my Bipolar Disorder. I take zero joy in seeing someone forth at the mouth because one person said one word and that made them spiral. I really do apologize, and I can see that this panic is a very real, valid emotion on your end. But 'valid' here is used only in the sense of 'I believe you when you say you feel panicked', not 'the panic is a logical, proportionate response to the trigger'. (As a side note, after this many anon and off-anon messages indicating fixation and extreme emotional overinvestment, I don't want anyone saying I misused the word trigger. This is not a proportionate response to someone using one word you dislike.)
The jellyfish hat contains materials needed to construct a hat. It doesn't need ads or legal agreements in order to contain cardboard, paper mache, etc. You are trying to make a mountain out of a molehill. Likely, you are taking your anger at something that actually matters and redirecting it onto this, a thing that does not matter. I'm not saying that in judgment - we all do it - but I am not going to be replying to this further. You may have a desire to use other people's words as an excuse to spiral but you'll have to find someone else to use the reason you're losing your shit.
The hat contains the materials needed to construct a hat. It's not that deep.
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didnât want to start mist discourse but iâm mad. i think this fandom has a rather glaring issue about how they treat female characters in general. so anyways a rant towards a few certain anons who have decided hating on mist is the new hot thing!
Mist Is A Good Character, Actually: Why This Fandom Needs to Treat Female Characters Better
(she likes to pick apples! good for her! âŠor are those tomatoes?)
i can tell that one of those anons never played the tellius duology simply because in a cutscene in the PROLOGUE mist is literally playing in a field of flowers??? the cutscene with the famous â âbout time!â line from the questionable english dub??? established right off the bat is that she enjoys nature, confirmed by her official art above showing her with a basket of apples! listen i hate being a gatekeeper, the tellius games arenât the easiest to emulate and physical copies are pricey, but come on. you canât be sending anon hate when you barely know the characters. iâve also seen someone talk about how her only trait is being ikeâs sister??? what??? okay listen to me for a second. their mom is dead at the start of path of radiance. greil is still alive at this point. mists behaviour is a bit different from how she is in later chapters and in radiant dawn at this point, such as poking fun at ike and boyd. however, once greil dies, she breaks down, and is a lot more attached to ike from then on. she literally follows him into the final black knight fight in path of radiance. SOREN of all people stayed out of it and lord knows heâs with ike all the time. so donât come at me with this âsheâs just ikeâs sister đ€â stuff, sheâs scared to lose him after losing both parents before sheâs even an adult, because when greil went off to fight by himself, he died!
you also canât just dictate whether or not a character is good because of a tiny list of what they like. thatâs not how it works. mist is not a âmini housewifeâ, she is a fifteen year old who lost her mother at a young age and is one of two girls in the Greil Mercenaries before Mia joins - itâs pretty clear, to me at least, that thatâs probably affected her and who she is as a character. the duality of a fifteen year old girl who enjoys playing in flower fields and teases her brother, but is also one of two girls in a male-dominated mercenary group, stuck doing most of the chores because aside from oscar being a cook, i canât see people like boyd or gatrie coming in to help with the domestic stuff like sewing!
i would also like to add that i do agree that fire emblem is weird about character ages, but listen. stop getting mad about how she shouldâve been ten years old or whatever. thatâs not helpful when looking at a character from an analytical angle. use it to ask WHY the creators chose to design her that way or why she acts childish at times. my english teacher once said to us, nothing is by accident in a short story. the author has limited space to tell their story, so everything serves a purpose. why is this relevant? the same philosophy holds here, in my opinion. fire emblem is a series that has a huge cast of characters that all have to share that limited amount of screen time. when taking a look at someoneâs character, you canât just immediately write something off as the designers being silly. so why is mists age 15 when she looks and acts in such a way? to me, the designers wanted to show how she didnât get the chance to grow up like most girls, raised in a place where she had to learn to take care of herself pretty fast, and sheâs trying to hold on to what she has left of her childhood - when she had the time to focus on hobbies aside from domestic ones. this isnât a knock on greil or titania or the other mercenaries, though; itâs just the nature of having to leave their base quite often, and i think mist had to find comfort in the small things that started off as chores, hence why theyâre in her list of liked things.
this whole mist debacle has kinda exposed something within the fire emblem fandom that isnât talked about much. yes this was only two anons who came after her, but itâs something i find prevalent with other female characters like deirdre. a lot of people donât take the time to look into female characters and who they are, and write them off as being boring and having no personality. and i donât think the guys of fire emblem get that same treatment at all. the fact that SHE was singled out in a cast of over 70 playable characters by radiant dawn is just nuts to me. âdragging down telliusâ. the same games with a character whoâs been called out for being a racist stereotype. and it just makes me angry that this kind of treatment of the girls of fire emblem goes unchecked a lot of the time. hyping up Lyn or whoever is generally perceived as a âgood characterâ doesnât mean youâre automatically exempt from contributing to fandom misogyny. and the reason i say this is because a lot of these fans donât really care about taking a deeper look into the women. itâs a surface level glance at them. thereâs a reason why micaiah used to be called a mary-sue. they just assume that they wonât be as âwell-writtenâ compared to the men. if you want to combat fandom misogyny, you have to uplift all women in the cast, and that includes women you think are uninteresting or bland, because thereâs some really interesting stories being told that have been ignored. again taking the tellius fandom as an example: there are so many amazing female characters in the duology, like thereâs Jill of course but they genuinely did a great job with so many of the women. lethe, elincia, micaiah, titania, almedha, ena, to name a few. and while yes, theyâre generally regarded as good characters, they donât get the same amount of love the others do - thereâs hardly anyone digging into them and their motivations. and itâs criminal.
in conclusion, do better. mist isnât a bad character. fandom misogyny runs deep, and the only way to fight it is to start appreciating the women of the series as characters, and to give them the same in-depth analyses the men get.
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Wait, I'm new to your Blog & I jus saw đđđ» and đâđ» WHAT IS GOING ONđđđđđ
is this some lore or whatđđđ
oh DEAR ANON I JUST CACKLED... PLEASE...
but yeah i guess you could call it lore. basically đđ and đâ are two of my dear anons <33
đđ anon is mark biased which i think explains it in for itself
đâ anon i think is both yangyang and mark biased which also makes sense, but they wanted to match with đđ anon so we have two lovely anons who i say are #powercouplegoals and they're gonna go on many arson dates together !!
#it is kinda strange to someone new to my blog i guess lol#you can also find the list of most of my anons on my about me in the navi#â: asks#anon
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secret baby trope with tf141? đđ
Anon! OH. MY. GOOOOOD. I love this. I love this. I love this. Secret baby? Yes, please. I adore this trope. I bow down to you for requesting this. I don't know who you are but I wish that I did. I can absolutely get behind a secret baby trope. I actually read a book recently that was a bit like that and I enjoyed it so so much.
I had an absolute blast putting this one together. Seriously. You totally indulged me here. Thank you!!
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, stalking, possessive behavior, second chances, pregnancy / unplanned pregnancy, parenthood, reunions, light angst
Word Count: 2.3k
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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle relaxes further into the couch. The air around him is slightly smoky.
He brings his vape to his lips and takes a hit. The action is calming, and thatâs exactly what he wants. Kyle is rotting, and it feels fucking good.
Between missions, Kyle is always somewhere, but right not there is no reason for him to do anything. He can relax. He can watch reality television, eat himself to sickness, and wank off until his wrist hurts.
Itâs bloody fucking brilliant.
Kyle isnât attached. He has no kids. The only responsibility required of him is the one he has to himself. Which is why heâs splayed out on the couch in nothing but grey sweatpants and his vape. The television is on, and the volume is low. Itâs mostly for background noise. Kyle isnât really paying attention to it.
With a vape in one hand and his phone in the other, Kyle scrolls through his contacts. There are all the usual people there, but there are also a slew of general acquaintances and a long list of people heâs had it off with but never took anything further.
He pauses at one name, and old memories resurface.
They just happen upon him. Kyle doesnât drag them up from the depths. They linger there, and Kyle remembers all the fun he had with you.
You were just a small fling. A few lengthy but deliciously good fucks that tops most of the sex heâs ever had in his life. There have been times since he last saw youâover a year nowâthat Kyle has thought about what could have been.
You were sweet. A potential partner. But Kyle didnât follow through. He would regret it, but things canât be taken back. There is no turning back the clock to change what has already occurred.
Kyleâs thumb hovers above the screen.
He shouldnât. He really fucking shouldnât.
But he does. Because why not?
Switching over apps, Kyle starts scrolling social media. He doesnât usually give a shit about whatâs happening in peopleâs lives, but he is curious about you. What are you up to? What are you doing? If youâre not attached, maybe he could call you up, rekindle what was once there.
You donât have him blocked on anythingâthank fuckâand Kyle delves into your socials, exploring your life. At first, the small infant in your arms is nothing to him, but then the tiny human keeps reappearing, and Kyle pauses.
Kyle scrolls a bit more. And stops.
Just threeânoâfour months ago, there are a slew of friends and family congratulating you on the birth of your son.
YourâŠson.
Kyle thinks back. Does the math in his head.
âFuck,â he mutters, sitting up, gaze glued on the screen.
He scrolls back, studying every photo where your son is featured. Kyleâs heart slams in his chest. The features Kyle sees are features he sees every time he looks in the mirror.
âFucking hell,â groans Kyle, the phone nearly slipping from his hands as he slumps back against the couch.
Why didnât you say anything? Why didnât you contact him?
The very thought of you not reaching out doesnât sit well with him. It sits heavy in his stomach.
âFuck,â says Kyle, switching over to his contacts.
He finds Simonâs number and taps the call button.
It rings on the other end, and Kyle doesnât think that heâll answer. But he does.
âKyle,â comes Simonâs gruff voice.
Kyle sighs. âI need you to track someone down for me.â
John Price
John doesnât like cutting off contact with people.
He likes to keep in touch, even if itâs just an acquaintance. But things happen, like a fucked phone with no way to retrieve contacts, and the only people heâs able to retrieve are those he sees on a regular basis.
Your number is gone. And John has no way to get it back.
Legally that is. He could try and find you in the system. What information he has is minimal, but then again, the two of you only had a one-night stand. Heâs prone to it since heâs never in one place. Always moving around.
John would like to settle down one day, but his work is his life, and it just doesnât seem possible to have a family and be consistent with them when heâs constantly called away.
He chews it over while sitting in his office. Itâs late, and there isnât anyone else here but him. Late nights like this are calming to himâa time to process away from the events of the day. John has your first name, where you might live, and a general idea of what your number is. But he isnât certain, and itâs hardly enough to go on.
Sighing, deciding heâd rather find you than not, John turns on his computer. It takes a while to get the classified systems he has access to. No one tracks what he does on here, and no one will think twice if they do happen to look. John runs lots of names and faces through this system.
John waits. Ponders. Enters in different spellings and every possible clue to try and seek you out. With every new search, John begins to lose hope. He might be completely fucked. Completely at a loss.
If this doesnât work, he might not ever see you again. And for some goddamn reason, that bothers him.
He tries one last time, expecting nothing, only for his heart to drop into his stomach,
âThere you are,â he murmurs, leaning forward, gaze sweeping over your passport photo.
Grabbing a piece of paper, John jots down your phone number and current address. He also notes your top place of employment. You might not be there anymore, but that isnât an issue. He has enough.
John shuts off his computer and grabs his coat. Heâll try to reach out first by phone and go from there.
âYou have the wrong number, bud.â
The manâs southern drawl irks John. âYou sure?â
âYeah Iâm fucking sure. Quit calling.â
John frowns as the line goes dead. The number on file isnât recent.
âFuck,â mutters John, running his hand through his hair.
This is getting him nowhere. The only other option is showing up at your home or place of employment, but he canât do that unless heâs on scheduled leave. Thatâs months away.
And each month is fucking agony.
When John finally makes it to your front door, nervousness sets in. This is completely fucking weird. Who the fuck shows up at someoneâs door months after a one-night stand? Him apparently.
But fuck it. Heâs here.
Either he does this and things go great, or things go to shit and he doesnât need to worry about it anymore.
John takes a deep breath, and then pounds on the door. He takes a step back, hands in his pockets as he waits. There is a stretch of silence, and then he hears itâthe turn of a deadbolt.
The door swings open, and there you are, just as beautiful from when he first saw you. At first, your brow scrunches in confusion, and then your eyes widen.
âJohn,â you breathe.
He smiles, and then his gaze drops as your hand moves away from the doorknob to land on your stomach. Your belly is round. Protruding. Youâreâoh shit.
âIs thatââ
âYours?â
Fuck.
John glances up into your eyes and swallows.
You shift on your feet, one hand resting against the doorframe.
âIt is,â you confirm.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon shouldnât. Reallyâitâs fucked up. Wrong.
But he does it anyway because there is no fucking way heâs letting you go even if he has to watch from afar.
Heâs done a lot of things he isnât proud of, and losing you is near the top of the list. Not that he blames you for breaking it off. You had every right. Simon is always gone. Always away. And he rarely thought of you when he came home.
Communication can be a difficult thing for him. He knows this, and yet he couldnât make an effort to do better with you. It wounds him. It does. Like a sharp blade to the gut.
But that is secondary now. Simon has dismissed it.
Sure, youâre not truly his now, but youâll come back to him. Heâll make sure of it.
In the dark, Simon watches. Before him is a slew of screens and all of them show different angles of your home. Simon also has your phone tapped, and in another window, he can lurk through your messages and emails.
Itâs where he first learned you were pregnant.
You know, and havenât told him. Havenât reached out in the slightest. Simon has to see all the results and tests come back via your email. He has to log into your medical portal to access specific things which is goddamn frustrating but he needs to know.
You are fucking pregnant. With his child.
Itâs growing in your belly.
Even through the camera feed, Simon can see the swell of your stomach. He wants to be there, to stand beside you, and rest his hand against it. He wants to feel his son kick. Because you are carrying his son in your belly. Simon saw the results.
Itâs fucking painful watching you like this.
Heâs stayed away for a bit. Not engaging.
But youâve broken it off before, and came back eventually.
Simon just needs an in again. All he has to do is figure it out, and then he can put away these fucking screens and surveillance. He can be by your side and be there when you give birth.
Leaning back in his chair, Simon observes every screen, his palm rubbing against his thigh as he considered his options.
He has to play this right.
He has to.
John "Soap" MacTavish
âDo you think youâll ever find your woman again?â
Johnny grins behind his pint glass. âIf sheâs here,â he replies.
The beer is perfectly cold and goes down easily. Itâs refreshing since itâs so bloody hot outside.
Johnny didnât think heâd ever come back to the little seaside town. He came between missionsâa way to relax and get away for a bit. With only a few hundred residents, it seemed like the perfect place. What he didnât expect was to meet a woman that upended his fatigue and made him glow a little brighter.
He learned your name while exploring a local pub. You were a pretty thing. Caught Johnnyâs eye immediately. With several beers fueling him, Johnny struck up a conversation, and you were receptive to his charmâmelting like butter over fresh toast.
That evening, the two of you jumped from pub to pub, having a bloody good time. It was fucking magical. Afterward, the two of you ventured back to Johnnyâs hotel room. But the two of you didnât have sex. It wasnât until the next morning that Johnny actually fucked you.
Johnny had presented himself, you slid right into his arms. The hotel bed was well-used. There wasnât a moment after that Johnny didnât have his dick inside you. He kept you full and screaming his name for an entire fucking week.
But when that week was up, the two of you parted ways. You gave Johnny your number, and for a couple months, you were consistent in your texts and phone calls. Then it all changed, and you began to contact him less frequently.
Eventually, you didnât talk to Johnny at all.
He was hurt at first. He tried to reach out. But Johnny didnât hear a thingâand he left you to it. Maybe someone else arrived into your life. Johnny can respect that even if he doesnât exactly like it.
It sucked then. And it still pains him a bit now. Johnny liked you when you leftâand if heâs being entirely honest with himselfâhe still fucking likes you.
Maybe youâll be here. Maybe you wonât.
Kyle is with him this time. A guyâs trip. Price isnât one for vacations, and Simon has his own shit going on.
âWe could try that pub again,â suggests Kyle. âSee if sheâs there.â
Johnny shrugs. âMaybe.â
âDid she live here?â asks Kyle.
Johnny nods. âAye. Sure did.â
Kyle bobs his head. âWeâll find her.â
The two of them sit outside a small pub. The air is laced with salt from the ocean, and the sun is out, shining bright. Itâs hot, but itâs a beautiful fucking day.
Johnny hums in agreement, bringing his pint glass back to his lips. For a moment, Johnny glances away from Kyle, looking out across the road where people walk along the pavement. He frowns.
Is that?
No. Canât be.
His focus becomes a tunnel, and all he can see is the woman across the road. Itâs you. There is no doubt. He knows that body, that hair and smile. You havenât changed all that much. Not really.
There is another woman with youâa friend that Johnny met briefly before you and him went off on your own.
But that isnât what has Johnnyâs attention.
Youâve turned, and Johnny can see a swell to your stomach. Your hand cradles it affectionately.
âWhat is it?â asks Kyle, but his voice is distant.
âThatâs her,â murmurs Johnny, his pint glass lowering back to the table.
You donât see him. Youâre chatting with your friend, features animated. The curve in your stomach is fairly large, and a deep twisting in his stomach arises, moving toward his throat.
âOh fuck,â says Johnny as Kyle shifts to look in the direction Johnny is staring.
âIs that?â
âIt fucking is.â
âSheâs fucking pregnant.â
Johnny swallows. âAye.â
He doesnât want to admit it, but itâs likely the fucking truth. The baby is probably his. No wonder you stopped talking to him. Maybe you thought it best to cut off contact when you found out.
But that doesnât sit right with him either. If you had told him, Johnny could have been there for you soonerânot finding out like this.
You throw your head back and laugh, playfully hitting your friendâs arm as she says something funny. When you wipe at your face, clearing tears, your gaze shifts, and all the humor leaves your face.
Youâre staring right at Johnny.
And heâs staring back.
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AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU LIE
ᣠâč Ę summary: your boyfriend suguru finds the best way to punish you !!
ê° content: mean!sugu, fem!reader, pussyslapping, praise/degradiation, cum denial, feel like this whole thing is kinda a niche kink
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€â notes: my âmean suguruâ drabble was based on this so if some stuff sounds familiar itâs cus i took this n drabble-fied it; also this is for the anon who asked for it <33 ALSO @d0nk3y-k0ng my new-found geto fixation is your fault <33
âSuguru, can you help me?âŠthis thing is too heavy!â you called out, voice straining as you struggled to bring the giant cardboard box through the door. It was way too heavy for you, and of course the delivery people had quickly set it outside the door, escaping the potential work of having to bring it inside. Your boyfriend quickly rushed to your aid, grabbing the opposite side of the box. âI got it baby, where did you wanna put it again?â Suguru asked, setting the box against the wall and looking at you.
âI wanted to put it in the living room. That way itâll be the most accessible.â You told him. You two hand just moved into your new place and decorating was the sole thing on your mind. You spent hours on pinterest, trying to find the perfect aesthetic for your new home. You valued your home,so much so that you started repeating all those cringey aphorisms whenever you were questioned about your new-found obsession.
âHome is where the heart is, sugu.â You told him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. âOkay, but what does that anything to do with spending $100 on a house plant?â You let out a sheepish laugh. âWellâŠI can take care of the plant. Which takes heartâŠ?â You murmured. It was an inane suggestion, which was appropriate for the circumstance of spending $100 on a plant. âSounds a bunch of bullshit to me.â Your boyfriend told you. He was necessarily happy with all the money being spent on what seemed like superficial things, he seemed to be happy with the results of your decorating.
It took about 30 minutes to situate this new mirror, but for good reasons. It was big, like really big. Leaning, it was taller than you and almost as tall as your 6â3 boyfriend. It was wide as well, providing a perfect view of anyone who looked into it. It was a gorgeous peice of furniture. The frame was a creamy white, with ornate molding. There were carefully crafted swirls and curves on it, with tiny clay embellishment. It had looked like something out of a fairytale, like a mirror that could reveal the deepest desires of whoever dared look inside. It was perfect for your new house, the only thing that wasnât so perfect was the extravagant price. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw the cost. No way in hell would Suguru let you buy it, no matter how much you beg or how many tears you spill.
So you searched for alternatives. Any sort of duplicate or listing on another site would be scouted out and search throughly before you succumb your wallet to $2,500. You mustâve been god-kissed that day, as the only cheaper listing was $1,700. Still, it wasnât something you felt 100% sure about buying, but what other options were there? Suguru would be proud of you for finding a cheaper offering and thinking about a budget. So, you went ahead and bought it, feeling pretty proud of yourself for doing so. Did you tell Suguru about the purchase? no way. Youâd only tell him if he asked, and you prayed with all your heart that he wouldnât.
âSoooâŠdo you like it?â you asked him hopefully. Maybe he would say yes and then move on to something else, and not ask that dreadful question. Maybe, when you told him about the bargain you made, heâd be proud of you for your efforts. âMhmmm, tâs real pretty.â He put his hand on his chin, as if thinking. âHow much did we pay for this again?â Suguru asks, stepping back and giving it an appraisal.
Shit. It was silent for a good 10 seconds. You could feel the way your words dried up on your tongue and died, as if they were too scared to come up. He raised an eyebrow and asks again, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. âHow much did we pay for this thing?â Stil not answer. He came up behind you, snaking one arm around your waist, while his open hand went to your chin. âBaby, you gonâ answer me?â His ghostly purple eyes searing yours through that cursed mirror.
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âI-I just forgot to tell you-âŠ!â you whined, legs buckling as you felt another sharp stinging sensation land on puffy clit.
âOh, you did?â Suguru asked facetiously. You nod and cry as you feel another slap land on your clit. He then grabs your face with his hands, holding your cheeks between his slick-coated fingers. âAt least look at me when you lie, baby.â He said as he guided your face in the mirror.
This was humiliating. He had you spread out on the floor, pussy glistening and your back pressed up against his chest. He had took upon himself to punish you, which subsequently turned into something lewd and twisted. Hence the being sprawled out, leggings and panties long discarded and receiving countless slaps on your cunt. It was painfully obvious that he was hard, feeling his length that was being squashed up against your ass. Your hair was messy and out of place, your skin sticky while drool and tears coated your chin. The worst part? He was doing this right infront of the new mirror and he wouldnât even let you look away, so you were forced to fully embrace your current state.
âPlease sugu. I didnât mean tooâŠjust lemme cum please? You begged, your voice shaky and full of hiccups.
âNoo, only good girls get to cum .â He cooed, his finger playing with your little bundle of nerves. Youâd been at this for about an hour now. Heâd start to finger your cunt, and then heâd hit it as punishment. The closest youâve been to finishing was the half-broken orgasm youâd stolen from his fingering, which in return you got another slap.
âCouldâve been done a long time ago. Youâre making this so difficult for me baby.â He whispered in your ear, as if this hurt him more than it did you. âSo now, are you gonna tell me the truth, or are you gonna keep lying to me? Cusâ trust me, I wonât hesitate to hit this pussy againâ He threatened, the hand on your sticky clit moving even more slowly as an incentive.
You meant to shake your head, but when he swiftly plunged his fingers into your weeping cunt, the sloppy sounds of your slick, mustâve drowned out whatever of your senses was left. ây-yesâŠ!â
You saw the gleam of that dangerous smile in the mirrors reflection. âI knew you would. Such a smart girl, yeah?â
Then your boyfriend laughed, a soft and smooth laugh that should not have gone down to your lower stomach with molten delicious heat. Could you blame yourself though? His fingers were pumping in-and-out of you with tantalizing proficiency, making your insides do somersaults. The way that syrupy-sweet praises dripped off his tongue alongside bitter jeers. Your brain was too far fucked out for so many conflicting emotions. âGo on now..say what you needa say to me.â
âmâ sorry for spending your money sugu! I shouldnât have bought it, shouldâve a-asked!â You confessed, buckling you hips in tandem with his fingers. âAh ahâŠno moving.â He reprimanded, taking those fingers out and slapping your hole again. Your body jolted at the sudden sting and then slumped back against his chest.
âLook at you, all teary eyed and wet-pussied. You like this shit, donât yeah?â He catchesized, with that stupid-stupid smirk on his face. âI bet youâre not sorry at all.â
âNo-yes-no mâ sorry..! Mâ really really sorry! â You could barely understand what he was saying. Your pleasure was the only thing that mattered right now, all other senses finger-fucking out of you a long time ago. Geto loved you like this though. Fucked dumb and too far down the abyss of your own pleasure to think properly, all inhibitions lost. It was the easiest way to get an answer out of you.
âI think you bought this mirror just for yourself. Just so you could watch yourself get fucked? He guessed, dragging his hands across your quivering thighs. You hated how soft his voice sounded, especially when accusing you. whimpered as he did, wishing heâd just hurry and put you out of your misery. âN-noâ
he frowned, stopping his hand in its tracks. He brought his lips close to shell of you ear, sending shivers down your spine and more wetness to your cunt. âLook at me, and donât lie.â
You looked at him, straight through the mirror. âI promise, i didn't sugu. I just wanted our home to look nice!â you confessed, sniffling and squeezing your thighs together to create some sort of friction for your achey pussy.
Suguru felt his heart melt a little. You were so pitiful with your shaky mewls and whines . He couldn't help but feel a little bad for being so mean to his precious girl. He shouldn't punish you too hard, obviously you didn't know much better. âAww..look at that face. How could I be so mean?â He told you, trailing that finger up on down your slit. He smiled at how you hips yet again bucked at his wandering digits. âSo needy. Poor baby, drooling nâ crying just like this pussy. Guess I should give you what you want, yeah?â
âMh! Yes sugu, please lemme cum now! Iâm so sorry, wonât do this ever again.â You begged. At this point you were full on crying, all other senses overrides by your need to cum. His thick fingertip teased your sopping entrance, re-coating the fingers in cum.
He simply laughed, diving those fingers back into your pulsing heat. âOh, I know baby. I know. Now watch me as I give this pussy just what she needs.â
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types of affection
(xiao, childe, albedo, zhongli)
What types of affection do they prefer giving and receiving? Yet another re upload
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XiaoÂ
Giving : gift giving, acts of serviceÂ
Alright so xiao knows very little about affection, his words are to rigid and his actions stiff, so those are out-Â
But he gifts you things, its cute really, the bright blush on his face when he gifts you unusual gifts.Â
Anything that reminds you of him, a pinecone he saw under leaves, small trinkets and animals made from leafs, rocks and smooth stones he finds by the water reeds, anything really
You won't know it at first but all the gifts he gives you are adeptal amulets, they ward of evil and bring protection, he'd never admit this fact but it's true, he fears for you so if you find hilichurls suddenly running from you its most likely coming from the small gift xiao gaveÂ
Acts of service can vary, anything from accompanying you on a commission to clearing out a camp of hillichurls that was in your path, xiao finds himself doing little things for you
Receiving : acts of service, physical touch, words of affirmation, quality timeÂ
Xiao has been serving liuye for thousands of years, if you do anything for him hes going to be smittenÂ
Xiao likes to say that the things he does is solely his burden to carry, but the things you do for him he appreciates greatly, anything from making him almond tofu to rubbing his shoulders after a fight
His favorite to receive is if you play an instrument, even just humming a tune, it calms him and lets him feel at ease, like the karmic debt no longer beats on his soul.Â
While xiao is stiff when giving physical affection at first, to scared of hurting you to initiate it, he does love itÂ
Xiao has most likely never felt or has forgotten the feeling of genuine physical affection, the feeling of your skin against his, your hands spread against his chest, its addicting t himÂ
Xiao likes to feel loved, the fact that you want him close to you, that you feel safe in his arms, it warms his heart and makes him realise what he's been missing for so long, and now that he knows the feeling, he craves itÂ
Xiao won't initiate physical touch, but he longs for it, and if you're on the roof of Wangshu Inn he expects you to be near him, as close as possible.
Xiao is insecure, his thoughts rage and cloud his mind, he often has doubts, and while he knows that you wouldn't simply leave him, and he has faith in you, words of affirmation are appreciatedÂ
Tell him that he's loved, that you aren't going anywhere, that heâs enough and will always be enough
He claims he doesn't need reassurance but the way his arms hold you tighter says otherwiseÂ
Xiao is also a fan of quality time, simply being in your presence calms him and he craves the feeling of you next to him.Â
At times like this spoken words are not needed, he just wants to know your next to him.
Childe (tartaglia)Â
Giving : gift giving, acts of service, physical touchÂ
While the concept is the same, the execution is far different from xiaoÂ
Childe gifts you lots of expensive things, if he sees it and ir remiss him of you, or you stare at something to long- there's no holding him backÂ
That being said all of his gifts are very well thought out and usually very sentimentalÂ
He gifts things that have meaning, things that relate to your interest and hobbies- and trust me, he knows all of your interest and hobbies (S I M P)Â
I have a headcanon that childe is hopelessly pathetic at arts and crafts, it always ends up as a disaster and he gets embarrassed, so heâs probably tried to make you something and it turned out,,,charming yet awful,,,he was about to scrap it when you saw it and it's probably the only time you've seen mr. saveu fatui so flusteredÂ
Childes acts of service are a lot difret from xiaos-
Xiao wants to make your life a little easier, childe wants a hit listÂ
Deadass this man wants names and, if you would be so kind, addressesÂ
If you need someone taken care of then he's your man, and he gets excited about it too (psychopath)Â
Of course heâll also do normal things for you, like helping you lift boxes too heavy for you, or beating up hillichurls, heâll even cook for you! Heâll honestly do anything you ask (S I M P)Â
Childe is especially clingy as work takes him away so often, besides that he strikes me and a generally touchy guy, he likes to feel close to youÂ
Big fan of having you in his lap but heâll settle for anything he can get, be it hand holding or an arm around your waste heâll take it.Â
Receiving : gift giving, physical touch, words of affirmationÂ
Child doesn't want you to buy thing for him, he wants handmade things, even if your as hopeless as he is, his heart melts if you gift him something you made,
Anything you make him becomes one of his most treasured possessions, it becomes something he genuinely cherishes and he wont shut up about itÂ
Heâll gush about it for weeks and no one can stop himÂ
As i said before, childe is a touchy guy, he likes to feel you against him, but you initiate affection? YES YES YES YES YES sign him upÂ
 He seems like he'd enjoy if you came up behind him and hugged him, hed tease you at first but inside hes melting and squealingÂ
Praise him, he lives for it tbhÂ
If he beat a hard monster tell him how strong he is, childe is a prideful man and your praise is something he greatly enjoysÂ
Complimenting him on just about anything will get you rewarded with a barrage of kisses and a firm hugÂ
Btw he gives great hugs, theyre strong hugs that make you think âholy hell did you fight a bear?â and they have a warmth to them that makes you feel at home. He doesn't do side hugs, it's full on hugs or no hugsÂ
Back to words, if you get sappy and genuinely sentimental he will get SO flusteredÂ
AlbedoÂ
Giving : quality time, gift givingÂ
Albedo loves spending time with you, weather you simply keep him company during his experiments or walking with him thru the streets of mondstat, albedo loves spending time with youÂ
Claims he focuses better if your in his presence (it's a total lie)Â
Albedo likes to be able to sit with you while you eat, he's big on eating together and it gives him a (much needed) breakÂ
He also loves taking walks with you, the closeness brings a warm feeling to his chest and a smile to his faceÂ
Albedo also enjoys giving you pictures, often times theyre of you or things that make him think of you, anything from a sketch of you working or of a flower that made him think of you, a cute bird or a simple landscape, no matter what the sketch is of he always takes time to explain exactly why he decided to sketch that particular item or momentÂ
His reasons are always very sweet, especially when he shyly tells you he just thought you looked cute in that moment.Â
Don't be surprised if you get a random branch or twig on your desk or nightstand, because albedo with casually take leaves and turn them into twigs (like in his idle animation) especially when he finds his mind wandering to you
Albedo is a sweetheart and wants to spend time with you.
Receiving : quality time and acts of serviceÂ
Albedo loves that you want to spend time with him, he wants you to be as interested in him as he is with you, so your enthusiasm to spend time with him makes him happy
He likes doing domestic things with you, cooking, cleaning, eating meals together are all things he greatly enjoys
He also loves it if your interested in his work, sitting and watching him work makes his heart soar and makes him feel lovedÂ
Look, i like albedos voice a lot, it so calming and gentle- so like, sitting in bed by candle light, leaned against albedos shoulder while he reads outloud, occasionally planting a kiss on the crown of your head
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Albedo appreciates you doing little things for him (his quest be like)Â
This isn't just you running errands for him but also things like bringing him a little snack or a cup of water, dusting his study (don't move things, just dust) helping him button his shirt (dse it even have buttons?) things like that, small things that just make his life a little easierÂ
*cough* kissing his temple and handing him a cup of coffee, sleepy voice whispering a little encouragement while he turns to give you a proper kiss. *cough*Â
Overall albedo is very chill and his affection is much the same, gentle domestic things and time spent together never fails to put a smile on his faceÂ
I love domestic albedoÂ
ZhongliÂ
Another domestic husbandÂ
Giving : quality time and words of affirmationÂ
Zhongli absolutely LOVES quality time spent with you, he loves to simply be able to bask in your presence, to calmly sip tea and listen to your voiceÂ
Its often that zhongli will be sitting quietly in whatever room your in, it doesn't matter what your doing, be it dishes or reading, heâll be sitting and watching you with nothing but adoration in his eyesÂ
He also loves when you sit next to him, curled up by his side while he reads to you or tells you storiesÂ
His voice is *chef kiss* and listening to his storeys is always so calmingÂ
The gentle like filtering threw the windows as his voice recounts tales of many years ago, his gloved thumb gently smoothing over your cheek. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as you sip your tea and eagerly listen to him.Â
Zhongli is domestic, long hours of time where he does nothing but savor the feeling of being with you, no need for spoken words when everything feels as if it has slipped into place.Â
Zhongli has a very proper way of speaking, his words carry the weight of mountains behind them, nothing spoken without meaning and intent behind them
Zhongli has no issue speaking his mind, and the same applies to you.Â
He gives lots of complements, especially when he notices something different about youÂ
You'll never doubt zhonglis love, how could you when his words are always spoken like facts?Â
I mean how can you argue when he states complements as if theyre set in stone?Â
The simple answer is that you can't. And if you try to argue youâll face the wrath of the rock (his kisses lmao)
Receiving : physical affection and quality time Â
Shhhhhhhhhhh- zhongli loves physical affection and i'll die on this hill
 Zhongli after so many lonly years finally has you, and he longs for the touch of your hands and the feeling of your lips on hisÂ
Zhongli melts into your touch, leaving into your hand cupping his face while he kisses your wrist with the utmost gentlenessÂ
Zhongli can't imagine he's comfortable to cuddle with, his skin is tight and has little to no give, his body is as hard as a rock, yet you snuggle into his side- it always brings a smile to his faceÂ
Zhongli is not an impulsive man yet he is often overcome with the burning urge to kiss you, he thinks hes slick but its all to obvious how his eyes drift and fixate on your lips, if you look close enough you might even see the way his pupils dilate, drawing into thinner slits when they stare
Zhongli loves if you take the time to get ready with him in the mornings, spending the morning with you is always very pleasantÂ
Idk bout you but i'd be glad to get woken up if i was getting woken up by zhonglis voiceÂ
He wakes up early and brews tea every morning, and once its done heâll rub circles on your back to gently wake you up, placing a kiss on your head and asking how you slept.Â
PLEASE offer to tie his tie for him he will meltÂ
Hed smile and let you tie his tie, gently taking your wrists in his large hands and placing a kiss on your knuckles before planting a kiss on your lipsÂ
Domestic zhongli is the best zhongli
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Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.
The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.
So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.
Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is đ anon available?
I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be đanon!
It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"
Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.
CW:NSFW
But Gaz? Oooh Gazâ
Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.
It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.
Only problem â you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.
Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?
You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.
When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.
It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.
You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).
You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.
Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.
You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.
Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.
Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.
You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."
Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"
"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."
"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."
"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.
When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.
He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.
"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.
"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.
But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.
You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.
You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.
Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.
His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.
"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"
One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.
"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"
"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."
You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.
"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.
"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.
Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.
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hiii ^^ I would like some headcanons for riddle, malleus, vil and rook with a fem mc that accidentally ends up making them laugh (because what she says or does is very random xd maybe an example would be like jennifer lawrence sjjs she is very funny ) well that's all, thanks and take care <3
Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook with an S/O who can make them laugh with the most random things
A/N: Hello to you too Anon! I know this has been in my inbox for gods knows how long- But thank you still for sending this in! I hope this is to your liking! I actually did watch some Jennifer Lawrence videos for inspiration and I have to agree the comedic timing she has is perfect!! I also used some google translate in Rooks part so it may not be accurate ^^;
Characters: Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Rook
Warnings: Cursing to a mild degree, playful mention of stalking in Rooks (I love him I swear!!!), lightly proof read
Fem!Reader
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle is a bit difficult to get a good genuine laugh out of, at least in my opinion.
Like sure you have a small chuckle when he finds something amusing, but i feel like it'd be a bit of a challenge to get a good genuine laugh out of.
Then you came in, saying the strangest things at the most unrelated times!
And Ace and Deuce find this absolutely hilarious
You'll say the most out of pocket shit with the straightest face and somehow half the people around you start to laugh some others breaking out in giggles
Ace and Deuce have definitely talked about this 'talent' of yours, at least in their words.
You had said some of these strange comments around Riddle and he found them strange a bit endearing as well
I'd think the time you got a good laugh out of him was when you had come with him to take care of some of the hedgehogs
The two of you were sitting in the grass some of the hedgehogs were playing while a few had decided that climbing on the two of you was a good way to pass the time
One had wandered up onto your head and almost fell off but luckily you were able to save the little guy before he fully hit the ground
After Riddle worriedly checked the little guy over you while looking over his shoulder at the small animal said:
"Well at least we know this one has no self preservation"
Unwillingly, or maybe subconsciously, a small laugh makes it's way through Riddles chest to his lips.
Well, now maybe he saw what those two were blabbering on about
Your little comments were always appreciated with Riddle
Even if they didn't cause him to laugh they did brighten his mood at least somewhat
"Yes, this one does tend to be a bit of a handful. Reminds me of a certain rose I know"
He teased before you two fell back into the pattern of caring for the small animals
More chuckles and comments to come no doubt
Malleus Draconia
At first Malleus didn't understand why the rest of Diasomnia found your remarks so comical
Yes his child of man did tend to bring a certain warmth where ever she walked
But he didn't see this as an excuse for the amount of laughter you cause people around you
Most of the remarks you make will fly over his head
I'm sorry but he seems like the kind of guy to not get the joke until you explain it to him-
Now the Thorn Prince does share a few chuckles with those around him when he finds something amusing, similar to Riddle
But it's even more difficult to get a laugh out of him considering he doesn't get a lot of the play on words type of jokes
but something abrupt and slightly out of context?
I feel like that would get some sort of laugh out of him
One day you were talking with Malleus about some of the things you did in your old world
The topic of amusement parks came up and you started listing the rides you used to go on as a child
Roller coasters, bumper cars, lazy rides where you could relax, until you blanked on the name of a ride
It was frustrating considering it was probably something simple and you would remember it after their conversation, but you wanted to keep the ball rolling
Malleus mean while was partly enjoying seeing how frustrated you got over a simple word
You really were a strange thing weren't you Child of man?
"I'm sorry Mal- I know what I'm thinking of! It's on the tip of my tongue- It's like one of those horse tornado things!"
Horse.. tornado..?
Now that got Malleus attention
he understood the other rides you described, favoring the lazy rides
but what ever this horse tornado was... it sounded.. strange, yet curious at the same time
"CAROUSELS!! FUCKING CAROUSELS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE CALLED!"
Malleus let out a small puff of air before he started chuckling under his breath
You truly were a strange one weren't you child of man, just like the world you came from
Malleus pressed a kiss to your forehead letting out one more chuckle before speaking
"Truly fascinating, maybe one day you could bring me to one of these 'horse tornados' you have me interested"
Sure jokes your fly over his head, but he would tease you some what for your small skips in memory
Vil Schoenheit
Now Vil, having acted in a lot of movies, (If I'm correct) Would have probably had a few good laughs in that line of work
Weather that be on set or behind the cameras
But he doesn't often let out a good laugh in public, it's not really part of the proper image he'd want to put out there
As for behind closed doors or with close friends he's definitely willing to have a laugh
And who better to bring a smile to his face than his lovely sweet potato?
Though one good moment always stuck out to him that caused him to have one of the most genuine laughs in awhile
The two of you were getting ready to go out to a fancy restaurant, courtesy of Vil of course, hair, makeup, shoes things like that
While Vil was sitting at his vanity working on his eyes when you came out of the bathroom in a stunning dress hand picked by Vil
It brought out all your best features while still being enough coverage to where it wasn't uncomfortable to wear into a public area
The two of you made idle conversation as you sat on a near by chair to slip on a matching set of heels for the dress
As you stood up in the heels to work on your own makeup you lost your balance thanks to the new height the heels provided
Although Vil was quick to catch you making sure you came no where near the floor he still was concerned
"Oh sweet potato are you alright? What happened?"
Yes looking back on it the question seemed dumb but he was concerned
but you just let out a giggle while regaining your balance before saying:
"Well I'm not sure what happened, but I remember wanting to yell 'fuck' as my last words before I embarrassed myself"
Vil took a moment while looking at you
then a chuckle escaped his lips which soon turned into the two of you sharing a small laugh
Now Vil doesn't know why he laughs at your antics, in hindsight they're just normal phrases
But maybe it's the delivery?
Or the way you smile at him?
What ever it may be it always causes a smile to grace his lips or a chuckle to be drawn from him
Sure Vil maybe all about preserving beauty and making sure he looks flawless
But if he happens to get a few smile lines because of your antics, he will never hold it against you
"Well my darling, I'm glad to hear you're alright. It would be a shame if you or your lovely dress got roughed up before we left. Now come, you still want to do your makeup don't you? Allow me to help"
Rook Hunt
Now Rook has plenty of laughs in his life
Weather that be from stalking some poor soul or a genuine laugh among friends
Rook out of the four is probably the easiest to get a laugh from
He's a joyful guy wanting to see all nature and the world has to offer! Can you blame him?
Then enters you who some how can't help but leave Rook giggling when ever you do something!
You put your tie on wrong? Oh silly Trickster aren't you just the sweetest thing!
Then comes your words which to Rook is a whole new ball park
Rook tends to hold onto every word meant for him, weather that be written or spoken out loud
His darling Tricksters words are so elegant and so sweet how could he not treasure everyone!
What really gets him chuckling and laughing is the moments when your words aren't as sweet and graceful
Cut to one day when you and Rook were in the fields often used for flying class
Rook had a desire to teach you archery so he happened to drag you along with a quiver and bow to some targets set by his hand
After the first few moments of Rook teaching you how to properly hold and aim the bow and making sure your arm guard was secure (He wouldn't want his darling trickster to get rope burn!) He let you shoot
All was going well as you hit targets in an... acceptable way
But all that seemed to end when a large gust of wind sent your best shot yet off course and into the ground
And just as Rook was about to offer some encouragement to keep going and try once more
some colorful language came from you to say the least
"Wind!? Really!?! Could you not wait two fucking minuets!! Nooooo! You just had to thro my best shot off course you-!"
Now don't get Rook wrong he hold the sweet words you two share close to his heart
But there was just something about you yelling at the wind of all things that caused him to start laughing
As he laid on the grass of the field eyes closed as he laughed
Oh? It seems your colorful language is directed towards him now? Even better!
"Trickster- reine de mon coeur! Please I believe- I believe you have shared plenty enough words with the wind today!"
A/N: This is actually the first time I've taken a good look at the name of Malleus' dorm. Dia = Dragon. Somnia = Sleep
Diasomnia = Dragon of sleep
just a ting i found silly :)
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wc 900, guys iâm still a 4.0 lore player so forgive me if lyneyâs getting ooc now đ but anw ENJOY THIS MESS OF A GUY!! requested by anon
or, lyney can't stop staring at your lips
Lyney is beginning to think he might be obsessed with you. Or that youâre bad for him.
Heâs stumbling over his lines when he sees you in the audience, his fingers catch on each other when he catches you smiling knowingly, and he gets nervousâthe most absurd tell. Itâs unlike him to feel his heart pounding in his ears when heâs already started the show. None of this feels natural.
It gets to the point where Lynette has to drag him off after a scene, worry evident on her usually-passive features. âWhatâs happening to you?â
âI think I might be going insane,â Lyney admits, running his hand across his face. âI can feel it, Lynette. Iâve gone mad.â
All because you kissed him and he damn near exploded on the spot.
It wasnât a special kiss. There wasnât even tongue involved. He didnât even see it coming. Hell, it was half a second and only on the side of his lips. Can it even be counted as a kiss?
If kisses could drive Lyney to a point where he canât stop thinking about your lips, it might.
Lyney makes a pitiful noise, like a wounded animal. Lynette sighs heavily, as in relief that itâs not anything serious. But it is something serious. How is he supposed to move on in his life when youâre the only thing running through his head?
âLynette,â Lyney cries, âthis isnât normal. Iâve caught something. Check my temperature.â
âYouâre lovesick,â she replies simply, batting the hand thatâs trying to get her to place her palm on his forehead. âand you have a show to finish. Get it together, brother.â
Get it together. Yeah, he can do thatâif the object of his desires isnât seated in the front row. But for now, Lynette is glaring daggers, stern like a mother, and Lyney sucks it up and makes a point of avoiding your eyes later on.
Avoiding your eyes usually means staring at other parts of your face.
Lyney feels the last bit of his sanity chip away when you decided it would be a splendid idea to wear something glossy over your lips, as if he wasnât already distracted enough as is. You have got to be doing this on purpose.
Your tongue swipes over your bottom lip. He feels lightheaded.
âYou look desperate,â Lynette tells him, which is frankly enough to make him want the ground to swallow him whole.
This also gets to a point where Freminet pulls him aside and asks him if heâs feeling sick. He feels like it. Lovesick and desperate, as Lynette so elegantly put it.
How embarrassing. Is this what youâve reduced him to? Freminet looked at him with all wide, worried eyes, and Lyney canât outright say the reason for his predicament. He excuses that he feels tired, and he doesnât mention that his lips are feeling incredibly lonely.
Freminet, precious and understanding and thankfully unaware, nods and says, âI hope you feel better soon.â Lyney finds that unlikely, but he thanks him anyway. âOh, and you should look behind you.â
Lyney turns and finds you waving at him, gesturing for him.Your fingers curl and it almost looks like youâre calling for a pet. And Lyney, weak and obsessed Lyney, follows without a second thought. Try as he might, he can never stay too long away from you, because as much as youâre driving him crazy, seeing you, hearing you, is enough to brighten his entire day and momentarily forget youâre the reason why he almost messed up with his lines.
He stands before you with a bit of distance. You want him gone so you pull him by the collar until his head is dipped down.
âYou look feverish,â you say. Feverish, desperate, the list could go on and on.
I feel like it, Lyney wants to say; instead, his words are caught on the tip of his tongue as your eyes trace over his entire face. He feels as if heâs laying himself bare for you, but he finds that he doesnât mind it at all, not when heâs soaking up your attention like he doesnât know how to do anything else.
âHey,â you whisper, a testament to your proximity, a smirk on your face, âmy eyes are up here, Lyney.â
Lyney frowns, feeling petulant now that heâs aware of your schemes. âIâm not being indecent; please donât phrase it like that.â Or is it worse that heâs ogling your mouth?
You laugh brightly, and he melts just a little. âYouâre too obvious, Lyney.â He loves it when you say his name. Heâs addicted to how your mouth carves his name. A poke on his cheek startles him enough to look up to your eyes, shame crawling in his cheeks. âSee? Youâre doing it again.â
âI donât know what youâre on about.â
âLyney.â You have got to stop doing that. Then again, heâs starting to think youâre doing it on purpose seeing how it affects him terribly. âIf you want something, take it. Donât stand around and do nothing about it.â
Lyneyâs breath hitches, his blush climbing higher from his neck to his entire face. âDonât just say that.â He canât handle your crooked grin. He pulls you to his chest and buries his face on your neckâif itâs to keep your face away or to hide his expression, no one would be able to tell. âYou canât just say that.â
âI know what Iâm saying. Donât take me for a fool.â
Your lips brush his. His mind blanks. Youâre bad for himâyou have to be, but everything that comes after feels natural, at least.
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Can I kiss you? (drabble)
⧠park seonghwa x gn!reader ⧠genre: non idol, slice of life, fluff, romance ⧠word count: 760
⧠prompt: "Can I kiss you?" "You know you don't have to ask me anymore, right?"
a/n: requested by anon, based on this prompt list. thanks a lot for sending it, hope you like it đ€
Park Seonghwa wasn't shy or nervous, he just was deeply in love and worried that maybe, his love was too strong at times. Not in the form of wishing it wouldn't be as strong but more so, he worried that he wanted to show it could be overwhelming at times, especially as you agreed to take it slow around others, taking your time.
He was sure many new couples faced such emotions when everything was still new and you tried to find just that perfect balance.
You on the other hand, never seemed to struggle with it and every time you showed your affection, it was so straightforward and sweet, his heart was melting just a little. As he looked at you being so comfortable and happy, he was feeling this deep feeling of gratitude, for having found a person that just was true to their own personality while also being accepting of his.
And weren't you one of the most beautiful people he ever met? One year of friendship and dating for a few months, wishing to wait before telling it to everyone but now, it no longer was a secret. He could show it openly and there was this little nervous worry coming from.
A soft shiver was running through his body as the cold wind brought him back from his thoughts. A soft smile came to his lips as he looked at his phone, reading through all those messages you sent him about being on your way.
When you offered to go home together, Seonghwa was more than happy to go for just that. Work finished a little earlier today and he decided to enjoy a small walk around. Summer left so suddenly and now, autumn arrived in full force.
"Hwa!"
Your voice reached him immediately and he looked up, waving back to you, smiling when as you were checking the street before crossing it.
Seonghwa rushed toward you and without hesitation, you almost fell into his arms, making him smile as he curled them around you, tugging you closer.
"Mh, you are so warm," you mumbled, looking up at him, cheeks all red and warm. Seonghwa smiled, noting how cute it was. He really enjoyed those soft and silly little moments together.
"Tell that to my friends when they tease me why I am wearing a coat already," he chuckled. And there it was, he was about to lean down and kiss you because it was not only the romantic scene he loved in stories ever since he was young but a want.
It just felt natural to hold you, kiss you ... but this was the middle of the day, in a park with many passing by and as open as it could be, a little different to holding hands and giggling kisses in the corner of your favorite café. And very different to the kisses you exchanged inside of your homes.
It was as if you could read his mind because you leaned up, your hand resting against his cheek, whispering:
"Hwa, are you still worried you have to ask me if it is okay to kiss me now where others see it?"
The smile on his lips was just a little shy.
"Is it okay if I kiss you in front of all those people, let them see just how much I love you?"
Your warm skin against his cool cheek was comforting and without a hint of hesitation, you leaned up, lips close and noses bumping against each other.
"Silly, you can kiss me anywhere you want and as often as you wish. Outdoors, at home, alone, or with the entire world watching us," you whispered and sealed your lips words with a sweet kiss.
This was all the encouragement he needed, hugging tightly and kissing in the middle of the park, with the colored leaves of the trees falling while the autumn wind played with them but all of them just vanished in front of his eyes.
All Seonghwa was focused on at this moment was you, the sweet kiss and the warmth of your body, the way your hair tickled his face a little and you felt so content and relaxed.
"I promise, you can kiss me any time, Hwa," you whispered again and e rested his forehead against yours.
He sighed, closing his eyes, nodding before his thumb brushed over your cheek. Maybe there was no need to worry about too much affection and love, to show it anywhere.
As long as it was with the right person. With you.
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hi sorry but I CANNOT get the image of older England yelling at his younger self out of my mind. Please can you tell me if there's an au connected to this/we get to see any more of their interactions?
HELLO!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!!!! < :,)
This is a long one, but I'll try and keep it sensible in length!
The concept of Arthur and his younger self, started out initially being a subplot to my fanfiction Can I Stay For A Year Or Two? It was initially meant to be a subcurrent to Alfred's struggles, where we get an intimate insight into Arthur's own challenges and how his shortcomings in regards to being there for his sons, stems from a very long list of unhealthy coping mechanisms.
The thing is though, I am not good at structuring things, and I quickly realized that it was too much for me to juggle, so I ended up dropping it.
I do have art for it, though, that I've redrawn because I've had it collecting dust for 2 years now I think..Haha... Anyway
I have thought about making it into an au in and of itself, and maybe make it in relation to another drabble of mine, which is just Arthur sitting in a therapy-room talking to a therapist-
But the premise is Arthur, in an attempt to start curbing most of his problems and anger issues, digs into his childhood and slowly but surely, ties past traumas to several bad habits he has in current day.
However, stubborn and impatient as he is, the "healing journey" isn't going fast enough for him, and he tinkers in his basement with spell-work and potions, in an attempt to "expand" his mind a little,.It doesn't entirely go as planned, however, and he ends up with a semi-real version of himself as a child, appearing in his dreams and whenever he zones out for too long.
In his dreams, his "mindscape" of sorts is a rocky beach, with fog thick enough to obscure the rest of the surroundings. It's chilly, clammy and perpetually overcast and his "journey" most of the time is walking down the beach in hopes of eventually finding something that isn't water, rocks and seaweed.
His little self is non-too-annoying about making sure he knows they have to hurry and can't stop. They have to keep moving, always.
I've packed a bunch of symbolism and metaphors in it as well!:
In the mindscape, big Arthur has an effect on the weather, where little Arthur has a strong effect on the sea.
Little Arthur having an effect on the sea, represents the underlying emotions that big Arthur refuses to feel, or does not know how to handle. "A sea of emotions", essentially. Vast and deep and terrifying.
He's the very foundation of the troubles big Arthur is dealing with in modern day, meaning that if he's upset, that has a significant effect on what big Arthur is feeling. And since the sea ALSO has a very big effect on the weather, little Arthur will cause emotions within big Arthur, but big Arthur, no matter how stormy, will never be able to fully weather the depths in the same way.
Big Arthur having an effect on the weather, represents his rationale and his coping. It's prone to change very quickly, it's volatile and quick to go by. It's overthinking and overcomplicating things, to the point of it being a storm, a thought spiral (Watersprouts, hurricanes, tornados etc.) of sorts whenever he's upset.
When little Arthur's upset, big Arthur in the waking world, will be detached, stoic and unemotional. He'll be strictly logical, and will have trouble with any and all kinds of emotions aimed at him or asked of him. (Big Arthur's coping mechanisms stepping in to smother little Arthur)
Meanwhile, when big Arthur's upset, he's prone to outbursts, mood swings and an over-emotional approach to most things. He'll be quick to act without thinking and will say or do things that are thoughtless, brash and sometimes crossing the line. (Big Arthur's coping mechanisms are shut off, and Little Arthur shines through)
Tl;Dr
Arthur spellbinds himself to having a little version of himself in his head and does a literal "inner-child" healing journey, by literally talking and interacting with him!
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hiii, i have a request if they're openn
for luke castellan, a smut. he finds reader riding his pillow and mayne punish her? and he's a mean!dom
LUKE CASTELLAN SMUT ONESHOT.
submissive! reader. dominant! luke castellan. mean! luke castellan. female reader. reader is shorter than luke. established relationship (boyfriend and girlfriend). pillow humping/riding. unprotected sex. overstimulation. (lmk if i forgot anything)! ANOTHER WARNING, NSFW IS AHEAD.
requests are: open! please look at the pinned post for characters i will write for. <3 let me know if youâd like to be in my tag list for whenever i post anything related to luke castellan under this post or in my inbox, as well!
i hope you like this, anon!! (and anyone else reading ofc), let me know what you think! <3 this is also my first time writing for luke, so hopefully i do him some justice!
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while luke castellan was busy playing capture the flag and most likely winning, you were busy with something else. quiet whimpers left your parted lips as you struggled to keep yourself quiet, sitting on your boyfriendâs bed and grinding against his pillow for at least a bit of friction. you wanted something else in its entirety, but for now, youâd have to settle for this. your shorts discarded and your panties pushed to the side, your cunt leaking and begging for anything, especially from the boy you loved.
it was a shame that he wasnât here, and you were strongly feeling the affect of his absence. covering your mouth with one hand, you used the other to support yourself.
âbe quiet, dove.â that oh-so familiar voice startled you, your head snapping around as you instantly paused in your movements.
luke castellan, shed of the armor youâd seen him in just before the start of the capture the flag game, stood just a few feet behind you. his arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
âluke-â you started, in a futile attempt to explain what was going on without getting yourself in trouble.
âi know,â he leaned forward, tracing your jaw with a hand. âneeded some release, hm? when the fuck will you learn?â his eyes darkened after the last sentence, a tint of anger laced in his tone. âmy cock is the only thing that can make you cum. what the fuck do i have to do to make you understand that?â he spat in your face, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head with one of his hands. ânasty girl.â he drawled.
âwait, no, âm sorry!â you gasped, falling back onto his bed with a squeak.
âyouâre sorry? sorry doesnât fucking cut it. you should know that by now. youâre fucking pathetic.â
his words sent shivers down your spine, and you closed your eyes tightly.
âwhat the fuck have i said about not looking at me?â he instantly questioned, scoffing at you.
ât- to never close my eyes,â you whispered back, hesitantly letting your eyes flutter open.
he loomed above you, a cocky smirk on his face. âi think you should be punished.â
âwh- what?â you stammered, eyes widening.
âyou fuckinâ heard me. how âbout i fuck you âtil youâre dumb and all you can think about is my cock? bet thatâs all you could think about when gettinâ off on this stupid pillow. the pillow doesnât know your body, i do. so what the fuck made you think a fucking pillow could get you off?â he laughed in your face.
âiâm sorry, âm sorry!â you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together for friction. gods, he was being so cruel.
âyou should be sorry. fuckinâ say it like you mean it.â he hissed out.
âi do!! i do mean it!â you whined.
âno you donât.â is all he said before he leaned forward, kissing you so feverishly that any reply you may have had on your tongue was instantly melted away, just by how hot and desperate the kiss was.
youâd barely even realizedâhalf-conscious just by his kisses aloneâthat heâd already taken off his pants, and was in the process of removing his boxers. when you did, your breath hitched.
âplease..â you begged, wanting so desperately to tangle your fingers in his hair. however, due to your hands being restrained, you couldnât.
âonly good girls get what they want. youâre far from a good girl, dove.â he responded lowly.
âiâll be a good girl, promise!â you were nearly blabbering, and he hadnât even touched you.
âyeah, yâwill?â it was almost as if you could feel the way he didnât believe you. this was nothing new, after all. you claimed youâd be good, if only for tonight. and then you went back to being a fucking brat. despite that, you were his fucking brat. only his.
you nodded, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. he nearly smiled, finding your tears so, so pretty. âgonna cry, dove? go ahead. cry all you want. next thing, yâknow, youâll only be crying out my name and how you want me to stop fucking you,â he whispered, mouth now by your ear. âbut we both know youâd be lying to the both of us.â
you swallowed, watching his expression. ânuh-uh..â you mumbled, wanting to look away. but you knew the rules. keep your eyes on him the entire time.
âyuh-uh,â he shot back, grinning at you. not a nice grin, noâone that told you that you were about to be fucked. literally, and figuratively speaking.
with his hot and bothered cock free from the confines of his boxers, he didnât hesitate. lining himself up with your sopping cunt, not even needing to prep you due to how much slick was running out of your pussy and down your thighs, it was enough to make sure any pain you might have felt would be washed away almost instantly. he slid in slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
âfuck.. luke!â you cried, already shaking. you were overstimulated due to the fact of you trying to get off on his pillow, and he knew as such. did he care? absolutely not. that only made him want to fuck into you so much more, to the point where youâd try to claw at his back and beg him to stop.
âshh,â he cooed, laughing in your face. âyou can take it, you stupid girl. youâre just a hole for me to fill, yeah?â there was a glint in his eyes, something that told you heâd be far from done. you were practically gushing around his cock like a bitch in heat (his words, not your own) and he adored it.
âmhm!!â you nodded frantically, whining as you blabbered incoherently about how much you needed this. which was true, you had desperately needed this.
âfuuucckk,â he groaned, his thrusts speeding up. you gasped, trembling already. âmine. all fuckinâ mine. you know that, huh? donât ever try to get pleasure from something that isnât my cock, that isnât my fingers, that isnât my mouth. thatâs all youâll ever be pleasured by- fuck- and we both know it.â he leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss to keep you quiet, your tongues in a battle for dominanceâone you were obviously going to loseâand tangling with each other like this was your purpose.
âgonna cum, gonna-â you sobbed, gulping in large portions of air as you panted.
âcâmon, dove. be a good girl..â he grunted, âlet me hear you.â he added, and you swore you could feel him. all of him, filling you to the absolute brim.
and fuck, did it feel so good. so much so, you clenched around his cock immediately, milking him for all he was worth as you came with a half-concealed scream, cut off by the way he shoved his fingers into your mouth to keep anyone from hearing you. your sounds were for his ears only, after all.
he stilled inside of you for a second, eyes half-lidded. your chest was rising and falling quickly, your cheeks tear-stained and puffy. âno more..â you choked out, knowing that he hadnât cum yet himself.
âaw, i canât do that. i havenât cum, dove. you can take it all, right?â
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-> basketball player gojo satoru x male reader
requested!!! a rlly old req from an anon in my inbox <3 ty for the req and jm so sorry it took so long however the 6k+ word count hopefully makes up for that. + listen to margaret by lana del rey on repeat for the full affect
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warnings : satoru ooc (i do NOT agree w that warning but i GUESS I could see why someone would disagree đđđ), very fluffy to the point it seems angsty!!! talk about the homosexuals!!!! satoru mentions small familial conflict in the interview portion
diamond on your ring
cause when you know, you know
when you know, you know
âthank you so much for agreeing to a sit down interview, gojo-sama,â the interviewer politely bows to the tall man the second satoru walks into the room. immediately, he bows in response, finding the sudden formalities almost abnormal.
at this point, he was so used to other interviews heâd done be super quick, informal and just reporters looking for answers to their questions with little regard for things such as respect.
this was a breath of fresh air, but satoru couldnât help but feel bad for the interviewer whose back must be hurting now with how long theyâd been bowing.
âoh, please, no need for such strong formalities,â satoru chimed in, gently resting his hand on their shoulder to goad them into standing upright, âgojo is fine, too, no need for the honorifics. itâs not like iâm royalty,â he joked, hoping to lift the mood in the room.
it seemed to work as the interviewer finally cracked a smile and dropped their shoulders from being so stiffly held up to their ear.
âthen, gojo-san, please take a seat and we can get you all micâd up for the interview. it should take no longer than a half hour, longest running an hour and a half, but we really donât want to take up too much of your time,â satoru shook his head, assuring them that it was fine and then taking his seat.
he noticed that the cameras were already filming, but didnât think twice on it. technically, from the moment he stepped foot in the room, the interview already started. thatâs what it said on paper, at least.
âerm, to just go over what we might be discussing in this interview,â the reporter said, clearing their throat as they looked over their list of questions, âsince this is a very specific interview, the questions are going to mainly be centered around your romantic relationships and very personal questions,â
satoru nodded, moving in his seat to allow the staff better access in getting the microphone to stay hidden in his clothes, âyeah, my manager sent me the general idea of questions of stuff youâd be asking, itâs alright with me,â he said, taking off his sunglasses, âplus i think iâm pretty familiar with the publisher and the audience, so itâs alright. really, ask me anything, this would probably the only time iâd do something like this,â he encouraged with a friendly smile, trying to show his genuinity.
the interviewer nodded in understanding, clicking their pen and writing a note in their notepad.
satoru had done his research beforehand. the publisher that was interviewing him, or rather the person interviewing him in steed of the company, was a pretty vocal LGBTQ+ company. it was a rare occurance in japanese media, especially as a standalone party, but they proved successful. satoru knew why they were interviewing him, obviously because he was gay and very outwordly apart of the community. he also knew that they were always respectful individuals, which is why he didnât hesitate in accepting the interview.
if he was going to be asked about his sexuality and his very much gay relationship, heâd rather it be done through a respectful, and most likely very understanding, person rather than those that would shout at him invasive questions.
âthen, are you ready, gojo-san?â the interviewer snapped him out of his daydream, making him nod his head. âletâs test the mic really quick, then we can jump into it,â
âi am gojo satoru,â he recited, looking at the staff for a thumbs up on the feedback. when he got a positive thumbs up, the interviewer followed with their own test and then they were able to get into the interview.
âletâs start with introductions, iâm ishii haruto and iâll be the one interviewing you today, gojo-san. lovely to meet you,â he bowed his head in greeting, making satoru follow suit.
a relaxed grin was on his face as he introduced himself again, âi havenât said it before, but iâm gojo satoru,â it was a small joke that uplifted the mood of the room once more. haruto appreciated it, laughing to himself at satoruâs subtle charisma.
âwell, to get right into the interview, letâs start with hard hitting questions,â satoru braced himself, clenching his fists in his pantâs pocket, âhow are you?â
satoru smiled, shooting a fake warning look harutoâs way, âiâm wonderful, how are you ishii-san? i hope youâre doing well, too,â
âiâm doing very well. itâs an honor to interview you, thank you for giving us this opportunity,â haruto said, subtly bowing his head once more, âyou truly donât understand how inspiring it will be for the rest of japan to hear your story, youâre doing such a big thing for all of us in this room, and for those that will read this interview later. so, really, thank you, gojo-san,â
satoru pursed his lips at the sentimentality, realizing quickly that this interview was going to be really different than anything heâd ever experienced before. âsoberingâ up a little bit, he smiled at haruto and nodded his head, âiâm happy to be here, too. i hope whoever reads this learns something about themselves,â
âyes, that will be the end goal,â haruto agreed before looking down at his notepad, âwell, i guess we can just start off with this one â when did you know you were gay?â
satoru hummed, âi donât really know. for me, i guess it was always in the back of my mind? i mean, i never had a crush on a girl growing up. and i thought it was normal. my parents did as well, seeing how driven i was from a young age to be successful in basketball, i think they wrote it off as me just being determined to make my dreams come true. no time for distractions, or something like that. but deep down, i think i always knew.â he paused, crossing his legs as he decided to add one more tidbit, âand i never thought it was wrong, either. to me, having a crush on a boy wasnât a big deal. i just thought, huh, this sucks i like someone, i might get distracted from basketball now,â
the two shared a laugh at his joking remark at the end, but until that point the interviewer was very immersed in the personal story. he was even humming in acknowledgement of everything he was saying, as if he related.
âso when you began pursuing your current boyfriend, it was not a big deal for you? even given your position as a famous basketball player?â then haruto looked at the camera men and held his hand up, a signal of some sort that satoru was cued in on, and leaned forward, âwould it be alright if we refer to him with his name?â
satoru quickly nodded, understanding now that the hand gesture meant for their mics to be cut so that they wouldnât receive any audio.
then they were back on and satoru answered the original question, âno, it wasnât a huge deal. well, it was to everyone else, i guess. but to me and my close friends, it wasnât. they already knew i was really into him and had a big crush on him before i did, so it really wasnât a big shock when i made my efforts more obvious. well, as obvious as you can get with having everyone watching you. i tried to reel it in a little when my friendâs told me he may not be comfortable with all the attention, that was the only time i really was aware of it and began to calm down on my advances,â
âoh, so it wasnât a big deal to you, but in consideration of his feelings, you kind of held back a little bit?â
âyeah, because if things ended up not working out, then all the neutral attention we were getting would have become negative. rumors couldâve started that wouldâve hurt him, and i definitely didnât want that, so yeah,â satoru said, reiterating his main point from earlier, âi just wanted him to be comfortable whenever we were in public,â
âthatâs really considerate of you, gojo-san,â the interviewer complimented, making satoru laugh with a wave of his hand.
âhe never asked for all the attention in the first place, i definitely didnât want to make our already secretive position more hostile than it needed to be,â satoru explained, âso everything had to be toned down. fortunately, he was very understanding and could see where i was coming from.â
âwhat do you mean by that? did he ever say anything about it?â
âwell, weâre just like any other couple. we just want privacy and respect, some people donât want to give it to us. those people that just want to hurt our relationship just because weâre both guys. if i wasn't as famous as i am, iâd imagine itâd be easier to mange. not that it still wouldnât be stressful â but at least, not the entire country would be breathing down our necks,â satoru explained, choosing his words carefully. âno matter what, though, if youâre in a relationship with someone of the same sex, itâs going to be hard.â
âthatâs true, but you two have faced a lot of very hard obstacles. itâs sad how many times people have wished to see you two broken up,â haruto said, an angry look on his face, âhow did you two manage to overcome those obstacles?â
âwell, we had each other, loved ones, and close friends as support systems. they were really helpful and sweet, they were the most understanding. but i think, the most important one, was that we had each other. we were in it together. not to say that all the negative attention was good or even worth it, but it made our love for one another stronger,â satoru sighed, thinking about the early days when he was first officially dating [name], âi just wish they were nicer to him. he didnât deserve any of it,â
there was a pause of respect from haruto before they continued on, âyou said you had support of loved ones and close friends â were they supportive from the get-go or did it take âconvincingâ for them to understand?â
âmost of them were really understanding and could see that my love for him was too strong to be denied, so that was nice. but there were definitely instances of family members not understanding or simply refusing to support,â satoru answered with a grim look on his face.
âhow did you deal with that?â
âwell, it was mainly family members, unfortunately, that rejected my lifestyle. so i had to do the best thing and cut them off. i couldnât have them in my ear telling me that i wasnât meant to be this way or that [name] and iâs relationship had to be put to a stop. so i cut them off completely and havenât spoken to them since. i could afford to make that sacrifice since i had [name] and others as support. he really helped me through that and the realization that not everyone will understand or see it as we doâŠyou just have to learn how to deal with it in each situation and circumstance,â
haruto hummed in intrigue and understanding, âwas it hard? cutting them off and coming to that realization?â
âi would say it wasnât as hard as one would thinkâŠnot when i love [name] so much iâd sacrifice anything to be with him. i wasnât going to settle for anything passive aggressive or half-assed when it came to support of my relationship with him. like i said, i wasnât going to let anyone bad mouth him or our relationship, i wouldnât settle for that in exchange of keeping blood relatives around. even if someone is family, if they hurt someone i love, it still counts for something. theyâre still hurting him and in turn hurting me. thatâs not family anymore,â satoru said definitively. he had a hard look on his face. almost the one that was only mirrored whenever he was on the court. it showed how serious of a topic it was to him.
âseeing you so be so openly protective and in love with your boyfriend has gotten you two a lot of attention over the years, most of it is praise from others since they do think itâs adorable. does affection that you show [name] come very naturally?â
âof course it does,â satoru grinned, happy to move onto more lighthearted topics. he had the widest grin on his face now, thinking of when he would go home and cuddle his boyfriend, âiâm a very affectionate person, anyway. ask suguru, heâll tell you,â with the reference to his best friend, who plays on the same team as him, haruto grins, âbut i made sure that [name] was comfortable with it first and then went on from what he was okay with, until we got to the point right now where we both donât really care,
if i know iâm in love with my boyfriend, i want other people to know as well. there was a bad rep surrounding me, in my early days especially. everyone thought i was a playboy, for some reason,â he shyly scratched the back of his head, âso i thought that me showing that i was very loyal and very much in love with my boyfriend, people would stop thinking that of me. and it worked! so, it was a win-win situation,â
haruto nods, looking at his cue cards with a grin, âand you two have had a really long relationship-â
âalmost coming on 5 years now,â satoru giggles, a blush evident on his pale cheeks, âit doesnât feel that long, though,â
âyeah, itâs as if it was only yesterday the two of you made it public and sent everyone into a panic,â the two laugh at the memory. the headlines that day going hysterical over the basketball playerâs very much gay personal life. âand since youâve been in a relationship for so long, has it ever crossed your mind to tie the knot permanently? settle down with [name]?â
satoru paused, the smile on his face faltering ever so slightly as he repeated the question in his mind.
marriage with [name] always was the answer. but, the idea of when and where and how never crossed satoruâs mind. well, it did. in repeated passing thoughts. but, never long enough for him to commit to the idea. heâs thought of how he would do it, where, but never really when. and even then, the how and where were never set in stone. he wanted it to be romantic, definitely had to be something that the two would retell to their kids one day as the most romantic and loving gesture satoru has ever done.
but âwhenââŠsatoru never put a pin in the calendar on what date.
he hummed where he sat, resting his chin in his palms as he thought about how to answer.
âhuh, wellâŠi know iâm going to marry him someday,â satoru assures the interviewer, who was silently panicking that they had accidentally asked a question too invasive, âbut, i think iâll keep the details of that to myself, haha,â satoru played it off as a tease, but internally he was sweating bullets.
there was never going to be a right time. a right time insinuates a moment where satoru is so overwhelmed with love that a proposal would be the only verbal indicator of that feeling.
but, satoru has been so madly and deeply in love with [name] for so long already that the âright timeâ feels like every waking moment.
when the two moved in together, made that huge, empty house a home for themselves. when he took [name] on their first overseas trip and they learned even more about each other. when satoru takes him home for the holidays where he just so perfectly matches with his family members and comes even more out of his shell.
satoruâs been so in love with [name] for so long it feels like theyâre already married. [name] knows him like the back of his hand and vice versa.
it was as if he always knew. he just knew in the back of his mind that theyâd end up standing in perfectly tailored suits at the end of the aisle, saying heartfelt and cheesy vows to each other. satoru knows heâll probably end up crying more than [name] and he knows that that day will be the happiest heâll ever be.
the question made his head spin around as a flurry of questions of when he would propose filled his head, but it did solidify one thing. the fact that satoru just knows that one day heâll end up being [name]âs husband and [name] his. and he wants that day to come sooner rather than later.
âwell, i think the final question for our interview today that can wrap this up, will be: do you have any advice for young aspiring individuals that might read this and see this side of you?â
satoru gulped, suddenly feeling as if the temperature in the room had gone up twenty degrees. he tugged on the collar of his button up, swallowing as he spoke carefully, âjust always be true to yourself and your dreams. it doesnât matter what other people think because if you know what you want and you know that itâs your dreams on the line, there shouldnât be anything standing between you and that goal. whether it be a person you want to pursue or if itâs your dream career, donât give up.â he attempted a smile at haruto and it seemed to have done its work as the interviewer bowed his head deeply in gratitude.
the two finished the closing remarks of the interview with fluidity. he handed the mic back to the staff, who thanked him with their heads bowed. but before he could leave, he pulled haruto aside and lowered his voice, âuhm, could you hold off on publishing this for a while?â
haruto blinked rapidly, a nervous look coming onto his face, âwell, the editing and transcription of the video will take some time, probably a little over a monthâŠhow long were you thinking of keeping it under wraps, gojo-san?â
it was a plead to not make him push the publication date back further. satoru hums, âa little over a month?â
âyes, that is what my advisor gave me as a âgraceâ period in editting everything,â haruto nods, the nervous look on his face not disappearing once.
âthat should be alright then, sorry for worrying you. a little over a month is fine,â satoru grins, feeling his chest bloom with warmth. âthank you so much for the interview, have a lovely day,â
and with that parting farewell, satoru rushed out of the building with his mask and sunglasses on and practically jumped into his car.
in the safety confines of his car, satoru rested his head against the wheel. his breathing was rapid and his cheeks were ablaze. was he really going to do this? he looked at his phone that had the directions sent to the nearest luxury jewelry shop, his eyes flitting across the screen to take all the information in.
âseriously, satoru?â he panted to himself, leaning back to his seat and looking up at his car roof, âit took some guy interviewing you to grow the balls to do this? really?â
he cursed himself for waiting so long, setting his car into reverse and speeding his way to the shop. he had his sunglasses, hat, and mask on as he exited his car, careful to try and not attract too much attention. if the media caught light of this before he could properly do it, he would have someoneâs head on a spike - he didnât care.
no one was ruining this for him. for [name], too. satoru wasnât going to let the stupid papparazzi tarnish this moment, as they had done for so many other intimate ones before this.
satoru grit his teeth, pushing the shop door open and breathing a sigh of relief to find that it was empty. he looked at the displays they had out, acting calm when on the inside he was sweating bullets.
âlooking for anything in particular?â the attendent asked him, not at all acknowleding his appearance which meant that his disguise had worked.
he cleared his throat, still looking down as he shakily replied, âwedding rings, wedding rings for men, please,â
thank god the attendent wasnât an asshole or else satoru mightâve really just slammed his head into the wall in frustration. because the attendent just guided him in the direction of where the menâs wedding rings were. he didnât speak more either, just hovering around in case satoru needed help.
âfuck,â he cursed under his breath, trying his hardest to focus and think about which one [name] would like the most. âfuck, what if i get him one he doesnât like? what the fuck does that mean for us? oh my god,â he panicked.
and it was almost funny. a 6â6 lean guy practically clutching his chest to stop his heart from jumping out of his ribs and flopping around on the floor. he was seriously getting heart palpitations, satoru swore this is the most nervous heâs ever been in his life.
what the fuck would he say when he actually proposes?
âi love you, marry me?â
fuck no. gojo satoru wasnât going to settle for a shit proposal like that. and he certainly wasnât going to settle for a shitting ring either, but it was so stressful thinking of whether or not his boyriend (manifest: soon to be fiance) would like the one he picked out.
satoru never was the one with good fashion or style sense in the relationship.
he was freaking out.
some of the rings on display were too loud and extravagant that he knew [name] wouldnât enjoy it, but then going for someting super, duper plain was out of the question.
âdo you have a particular agenda in mind?â
âi have nothing in my mind right now,â satoru snapped at the worker, apologizing seconds later, âiâm sorry, iâm just really stressed right now.â
âitâs alright, many are when they come in. they see the displayed rings and get self-conscious of the one that they choose. well, just go with your gut feeling on what you and your partner would like. thatâs the best advice i can give you. you know them best, after all,â
this fucking attendent was right, satoru knows his own boyfriend (manifest: soon to be fiance) better than anyone. he just has to see something to spark an inspiration in him.
and he thinks heâs found it when he looks at a particular timeless piece that is cushioned on a small red velvet pillow.
âwhat can you tell me about that one?â satoru asked, although heâs almost completely set on just buying it right now. it was perfect. the coupled ring that pairs with it was also so effortlessly something he would love to wear as well.
âthat one is in the style of an eternity ring, with the VVS diamonds cut into an emerald shape, obviously. the metal is platnium with 11 carats,â the attendent skillfully answers, âgoes for about 9,871,750 yen ($70,000 USD). we offer installment plans, though-â
âno, iâll just take it, thanks, though,â satoru said, easily sliding his card over. âi also want the paired one too,â
âthat one is-â
âyou donât have to tell me about it or the price, just box them pretty for me and iâll be on my way,â satoru grinned, looking at the bills he had in his wallet and pulling out a couple 10,000 yen notes, (adding up to about 200,000 yen - $1,417 USD). as the attendent very meticulously packaged the rings safely, satoru slid over the cash to him.
âthanks for helping,â satoru said, tapping his card and approving the transaction before walking out of the store. the hefty cash tip left on the counter for the attendent to gleam at.
and if he thought that the picking the ring part was hard, now he had to come up with how he was actually going to propose.
he always said that he wanted it to be romantic, but with [name] already waiting at home there was no way he could set something up at their own house. and, honestly, he wanted this to not be so public in fear of it leaking to the headlines. so he would have to settle with making it romantic in his home.
but, the more he thought about it, the more carefree he felt in the atmosphere. as long as [name] was just there exisisting, that was all he could ask for. satoru carefully pocketed the velvet box into his pant leg, keeping the pair safe as he drove back home completely undetected by papparazzi.
when he got home, he had to stop himself from automatically calling out to his boyfriend (manifest: soon to be fiance). the âhoney, iâm home,â died in the back of his throat, thankfully, so his arrival home was still a secret. he took off his shoes and walked up the stairs to their shared bedroom where [name] was most likely resting.
it wasnât too late, but by now his bedtime routine was probably done and he was getting comfortable in bed.
and satoruâs assumptions were right because when he gently pushed the bedroom door open, he saw [name] cuddled into a pillow and watching the TV that was set up against the wall. upon closer inspection, satoru saw that the pillow he was cuddling was actually from his side of the bed. he was cuddling his pillow as he waited for him to come home.
that, unfortunately, made satoru breakdown in tears almost right away. his eyes stung with the salty fluid breaking through his composure. [name] was too far to notice, though, simply lifting his head and waving him over with a loving smile, âyouâre home! wow, you were so quiet i barely heard you come in,â
and when satoru just silently stood at the doorway, his hand covering his mouth, that made [name] get up out of bed in worry.
âhey, are you okay? what happened?â then he saw the way satoruâs broad shoulders shook, rushing over and holding him in his arms in an instant, âwas it the interviewer? are you okay, satoru? talk to me,â satoru only broke down more, making [name] comfortingly rub up and down his back with âshhâs slipping from his mouth every now and then.
âsatoru, are you okay?â [name] worriedly asked, gently pulling him towards the bed and urging him to sit. once the tall man was sat down, he immediately wrapped his arms around him again, hugging him as tight as he could to give him some sort of comfort, âyouâre scaring me, satoru, what happened?â
satoru took a couple of seconds to collect himself, holding onto [name] in his arms as a means of grounding himself. but if anything, it made it worse. he was reminded that [name] was really real and not some figment of his imagination. he wasnât just some âdreamâ guy, he was real and he was his.
[name] was sitting in their bed with him and comforting him lovingly. he was real and satoru never felt as lucky as he did than right now in this moment.
ânothing happened,â satoru breathed out, pulling [name] back from his torso so that he could properly speak to him. âiâm okay, really,â
âsatoru, youâre crying. itâs okay, you can tell me,â [name] said softly, pushing his wet bangs aside and looking into his teary blue eyes, âitâs okay,â
satoru bit his lip, admiring the features of his boyfriend for a couple more seconds. how gentle his touch was, the hand caressing his face only having the lightest featherlike feeling against his skin. how concerned his e/c eyes were, staring into him and understanding him like no one else ever has.
he is so beautiful, satoru thought to himself. he squeezed [name]âs hand that was resting in his lap, making the man look down at their joined fingers.
âsatoru?â
âi just,â he took in a deep breath, âi love you so much, you know that right?â
he almost laughed at the suggestion, but [name] politely nodded instead, âof course i know that, you show me everyday. i love you, too,â
satoru nuzzled his cheek further into [name]âs touch, relishing in the way the manâs warmth fell onto his skin.
âi love you so much, iâd do anything for you,â satoru breathed out, looking past his wet white eyelashes and into [name]âs concern eyes, âiâd do anything, i mean it. i love you so, so, so much [name],â
âsatoru, youâre really scaring me. whatâs going on?â
ânothing bad, i promise. just, please, let me?â satoru begged, voice hoarse and tight as he pleaded with [name]. and with a patient nod coming from the man, he continued on, âyouâve made me so happy, happier than iâve ever been, these past couple of years. you deal with me and my annoying bullshit everyday, you make sure iâm healthy and happy even when youâre so tired. you always take care of me, more than i give you credit for and iâm sorry that iâm so selfish sometimes. but, i promise iâll do better. iâll be better, for you. anything you want me to be, iâll work so hard in becoming, for you. i want to make you as happy as you make me,â satoru gulps, feeling his throat closing up and his tears welling back up, âi love you so much, [name],â
taking in all of his words, [name]âs eyebrows furrowed in confliction. he still didnât know if he should be concerned and worried or just let satoru go on. but then he felt his own eyes well up with tears when he felt how sincere satoru was being. how tight his large hand was holding his own, as if he were afraid that heâd slip away if his grip on him loosened even the slightest.
even when he tried lifting that hand up to wipe his tears away, satoru didnât let him, keeping a steady grip on his hand. instead, his slender fingers came up to the side of his face and wiped the tears away with a calm smile on his face.
âyou make me so happy, [name]. and i'm so happy to be here with you. you make everything worth it,â satoru said softly, âyou love me so gently, so softly â unlike anyone else in my life has. youâre my entire world. i donât know what iâd do without you here. i know iâm meant to stay by your side forever. i know my place in the world is wherever you are.â
there was a pause as now both of them were crying messes.
[name]âs eyes were shut as he tried to wipe his stream of tears away. so he didnât see the way satoru dug through his pocket to take out the velvet box. and he didnât see the way his hands shook as he propped the box to be open, didnât see how nervous satoru looked in the moment of unveiling the ring.
what he did see though was the ring blaringly presenting itself to him and a grinning, crying satoru behind it. he heard the words leave his lips, âletâs stay together forever, okay? please, marry me, [name],â
and [name] didn't react.
not immediately. he was too shocked. his jaw had dropped and he looked between the ring and satoru, who was still happily crying. then, finally, he snapped out of it and enclosed his arms around his boyfriendâs (fianceâs?) neck and sobbed into his skin, âyes, yes, yes,â over and over.
satoru cried more, this time a smile on his face as he cried into the air. he felt the stream of wet tears go down his neck, but he didnât pay them any mind. he only held [name] closer by his waist in a suffocating embrace.
he didnât know if he believed in multiple universes theory, whatever that was, but he just wishes that if it were true: heâd find [name] in every single one. [name] was his one and only comfort in the hectic life that he lives, the one stable root that keeps him grounded.
the two seperated, smiling and laughing with each other as they messily kissed in celebration. when they pulled away, [name] and satoru watched as the latter shakily slipped the ring onto the formerâs ring finger. and the h/c haired man had to cover his mouth once more at the sight. it was slightly loose, running on the bigger side, but it was perfect. he didnât care. it could have been a paper ring and it would have been perfect.
âi love you satoru, so much, you donât understand,â
âi love you more,â the other softly breathes out, staring at [name]âs ringed finger with pride, âmore than youâd ever know.â
the two smiled and laughed at their confessions, joining in another hug as they were high off of their dopamine. wordlessly, satoru collapsed onto the bed with [name] laying on top of him. and as he took the other velvet box out, he tried slipping the ring onto his finger. but it didnât even fit on his ring finger, so he had to work with it on his pinky.
âitâs kind of cute that way,â [name] says in amusement, comparing their hand size and laughing at the difference, âi like it,â
âif you like it that way, we can keep it this size, then,â satoru said simply, kissing the top of [name]âs head.
âwear it however you want to, satoru, itâs your ring,â [name] chides him, looking up to softly glare at him.
âthe ring doesnât mean anything by itself, you're the one that gives it meaning,â satoru says, squeezing [name]âs shoulders to bring him closer, âif you like it on the pinky, it stays on the pinky.â
rolling his eyes and deciding that nothing is going to get through his fianceâs head, [name] gave up on challenging satoru. instead, he cuddled closer into his side and breathed in his faint cologne and natural scent.
âi love you, satoru. my dear fiance,â he said into the fabric of his dress shirt, smiling against satoruâs ribs as he repeated the phrase in his head.
satoru didnât bother biting back his smile as he tilted [name]âs head up to look up at him. he kissed him softly, gently moving their lips against each other in a passionate kiss. and when he pulled away, he made sure to keep eye contact as he said, âi love you more, [name], my dear fiance,â
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Hello! Love your writing SO much. Iâve always wondered though, what would Astarion do if he was in love with Tav but she was insecure about how pretty he was and how she wasnât good looking enough for him??
So first of all, Anon, let me apologise for letting this sit in my inbox so long - and thank you so much! I guess at some point I've gotten a little overwhelmed with all ideas and requests. I'll still try and answer as many as possible!
So, back on topic:
Headcanons for Astarion battling his partner's insecurity
When you open up about how you feel insecure - especially compared to him - you get a staredown first of all; it does nothing to help with your anxiety and insecurity
"Darling, we don't talk bad about ourselves in this relationship, only about others!"
Expect a lot of aggressive and kind of hysteric support (because this man can talk himself into a fit)
"You'd seriously think I'd settle with anything below heartbreakingly beautiful? Really? You think too much of me!"
He's serious (but also you know it's more than about surface stuff)
He tries everything: aggressive flattery, poetically pointing out all the most beautiful things about you, just staring into your eyes while holding your face (until you might start to cry because damn, this is about you but he's so beautiful)
In all seriousness, when he realises none of it is helping, he will make you stand up, in the middle of the room
His hands wander over your spine, make you straighten your back, lift your chin up, maybe put a strand of hair back behind your ear
One of his hands softly grabs your chin, his brows furrow: "You've done this for me once, now let me be your mirror, my love. When I look at you - I see these eyes, first of all. They're capable of so much: the greatest warmth I've ever felt, fierceness that would make even the strongest foe quiver, deep admiration for all the beauty in the world that you always tend to find. And this smile that never fails to almost make me stumble. Gods be damned, if my heart wasn't cold and dead in my chest it would skip a beat every time you smiled at me. And this body - do you even understand what it has accomplished? Carried you through every step, every battle, every blow and blast - to me if I may be so selfish. So I can admire and worship it everyday." "I thought this wasn't supposed to be poetry?"
And Astarion hushes you and pulls you to him, kisses you until you forget whatever it was you had been feeling in the first place
To be sure, very very sure, Astarion repeats this time and again - especially the worshipping part - that's his favourite
(He casually ruins it by making jokes about how you're "the second most beautiful person in the room", but you forgive him quickly)
Astarion is just very good at getting his point across, don't you think? So you should better believe him!
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