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thisonehere · 20 hours

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hellowllowowo :33 First of all, I just wanted to say that I love your writings smmm, and can I pretty please request for some Lin Kuei Brothers, (Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas) headcanons of them seeking solace from reader? Like, not begging for it, just as if they're cuddling, and reader's gentle touch just reminds them of their deceased mother touch. Fluff / comfort, of course !! thanks!!

Hold me close

Distraught!Lin Kuei bros x Reader

Mk1 Headkanons

A/n: This is so beautiful, I love the concept. Also it's a chance to write Bi-Han as a soft boy, how could I refuse?

Tags: Comfort, Request, MK1, MK1 AU, headcanons,

C/w: Grief,

Bi-Han

As the Grandmaster of Lin Kuei, there was a lot of things Bi-Han had a lot on his plate. He had a lot of pressure put on him since he was a boy.

But Bi-Han has always kept these feelings suppressed, that was the best after all, he could never rise to grandmaster if others thought he had a soft heart. That all that Bi-Han was ever told by his father and all those around him.

So he became cold, or he tried, suppressing these feeling only made Bi-Han more violent and rude to hide how much a hurt child he truly is. Only one person ever saw through his face: his mother.

She had a loving heart, a nurturing spirit, and never took bullshit from anyone. She saw how hearting her son was, she would tell him she loved him, encouraged him to talk to her. She would hold him and Bi-Han would push away, though he secretly wanted her embrace, to feel loved and seen. When she died so did a part of Bi-Han, he cried that day, alone in the dark. His heart consumed with both grief and regret.

Years later, after Bi-Han’s ascension to Grandmaster, after his betrayal, after brothers abandoned him, Bi-Han was under more strain than ever. You were all he had and he desperately needed you, but he refused to tell you that.

He was distant from you most of the time, sometimes it felt like he only kept you around only to be his bedwarmer.

You longed to connect to him so on an emotional level. You try to communicate you affection with daily affirmations of your love, you try to hug him, hold his hand, make him gifts. You want him to him to know that you love, you want to know that loves you, needs you.

But he keeps pushing you away, avoiding you many times. You felt your heart break a little everyday, you loved that man, so much that hurt, but it seems that he didn’t love you.

You had no idea how much he truly cared for you, he was just going through so much that he wanted tell you everything, express how he feels. But all he’s ever known was to be distant and cage his heart and drown any “weakness” that is inside of him. But things were getting so intense that he feared that he was cracking.

Things finally came to a head one night when you were alone in his bed. He had finally came home after hours of being gone. Your eyes perked with a dim joy as you saw him enter the room. You asked him how his day was and his only response was a grunt, like he was a caveman. The hope inside of you died out as he turned his back to you presumably fell asleep. With a disheartened sigh, you turn the lights off and try to drift off to sleep.

A few hours pass and you are awoken by a stifled sniffling sound…almost like someone was trying not to cry. And that noise was coming from Bi-Han. You turn over to find Bi-Han attempting to fight off teats, a losing fight.

"Bi-Han?" You ask in a soft, almost silent voice, yet Bi-Han jumps in surprise like you were screaming at him. "Go back to sleep," he tries to growl sternly, yet you can hear the shakiness and despair in his voice. It was obvious he needed to be held.

“Bi-Han…” you say, somehow even more softer than before. You tenderly a hand on his arm. Bi-Han seems to flinch in shock at your touch. “I-I said go back to sleep!” He snaps, again his voice shaky. You sweetly shush him and slowly lay his head onto your chest.

Bi-Han angrily protests at first, “I am a grown man, the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster, I do not need to be coddled like some child!” He snaps. Again, you hush him and warmly hold him. “It’s okay,” you insist, “I’m here.”

Bi-Han hates this. He hates that you saw him at a moment of weakness, he hates that you seemed so okay with this, he had feared that if you ever saw this part of him you’d be disgusted and leave him. Yet here you were cuddling him and comforting him. He hated how much he wanted this, he hated how much your warm embrace remind him of his mother….his mother….

The memory of his mother suddenly rings through his head, her smile, her warmth, her death. How he would refuse her hugs and often avoided her, his regret at never reciprocating this love. Everything that has happened ever since she died rushes over him a like a wave, and he cries again. This time holding you tighter. “It’s okay.” You say again.

“I love you.” Bi-Han abruptly says as he clutches you tighter. “I love you so much, Y/n, I need you.” He says through his sobs.

You paus at this for a moment, the first time he has ever said these words to you. And you now find yourself crying as well. “I love you too.”

Kuai Laing

Kuai loved you, and you loved him. He loved to be open with you, tell you everything, his day, his every thought. He was very romantic and expressive even as a child.

A happy-go-lucky bring with no doubts, worries or fears....or that's what it always seemed like.

I'm reality, Kuai was hurting inside. He too had a lot of pressure placed upon him as a child. He felt scared, anxious, and many other negative things.

But so was his brother, Tomas was devastated with his family's murder. Kuai felt guilty for feeling these things so he suppressed his darkness to be a light to others.

You never knew of this pain he was going through, oftentimes he had the most serene look on his, who would have known that behind such a sweet demeanor was abyss of pain.

This all came to a head one evening when you both were relaxing at home. Or you were reading at least. You could feel Kuai's eyes on you though, a heartbroken look was in his eyes. It was obvious that he wanted something, but he did not want to say it.

"Kuai?" you say, finally meeting his gaze, he quickly looks away. "Sorry, I was just... I'm fine."

You gesture your arms to cuddle him. "I'm fine." He tried to protest, but before you could insist any further, Kuai found himself sinking into your arms.

"You're so much like her." Kuai says with a sniffle, his voice carrying a sadness to it. It doesn't take long to realize who he's talking about: his mother.

Out of all the children of the old grandmaster, Kuai was the closest to his mother. Bi-Han always stayed distant and Tomas struggled to build a connection with her. They would spend hours together when he wasn't with his father or training.

Kuai had so many fond memories of her. Whenever he was sad she would greet him with her sweet smile and the warmth of her. She would hold him close and at that moment everything would be okay.

But then she died and nothing was okay from then on. The day she died was also the day his family died as well. She was the glue that held everything together, Kuai had to watch as his family fell apart in rapid succession.

He tried to keep everyone united , he tried to be the hearth that would bring everyone together. But he failed, his family is basically dead. You and Tomas were all he truly had left. He refused to accept this for a long time, but now, with you he finally felt ready to.

And with that he finally let all out, his hot tears stream down his face as he held you close. "How did things come to this?" He asks between sobs, his voice broken and horse.

After a few moments, you feel Kuai finally begins to calm down. His lips curl almost into a smile, gods it felt so nice to finally let it out. Kuai enjoys the warmth of you hold and sighs.

"When we start a family, I promise you, Y/n, I won't let a single soul destroy it." He promises, you can feel the conviction in his voice. He holds onto you tight as if he thought that the horrors would come back and take you away. He gives you a slight kiss as he drifts off.

Tomas

Probably the most broke of the trio and the most likely to need solace. And it is no surprise why he does, his family was taken from him, a day does not go by where it does not mourn. His family was everything

Though he does not talk about it much, he grieves everyday alone. Tomas wants to talk to you about this, maybe get comforted. But he can't bring himself to, he doesn't want to be a burden. Kuai has been stressed out enough and he fears he pushes you away whenever he talks about it.

The only person that he ever dealt with free enough to express his sorrow was his adoptive mother back when she was alive. Though he was not her's, she welcomed him with open arms. She was the most sympathetic out of everyone in the family.

Tomas felt safe around her, though he often struggled to be close to her, he often felt wrong to do so considering he just lost his mother. But he managed, and he would cry in her arms for many times that he ruined all her good clothes. He felt safe with her .

And then she died, another mother taken away from him.

Today was another one of those days where Tomas would grieve everything that has transpired, every misfortune weighed heavily on his soul. But he'd walk around with those gentle eyes putting on a brave face, but it was always obvious that he could break at any second. He needed someone to comfort him, thankfully: he has you.

It happens that night, you both were lying in bed and Tomas awkwardly turns to you. "Hey," he says with a small voice. "Can we..." He gestures to embrace you. You smile as you accept, assuming it would be just a regular cuddle.

As he wraps his arms around you it's clear he wants more than just to cuddle. He wants to be comforted, though he's too shy to ask for it. Do you take initiative. You return his embrace with a tight hold as you gently rest his head onto your chest, much to Tomas's surprise.

But he doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this, he takes in your warmth and tries to keep calm. But already the years are streaming. "Y/n, I-I" he tries to say, but you merely shush him and continue to hold him.

This is so much like how his adoptive mother would do. She'd rest his head onto her chest and comfort him until the tears stopped. Just like how his mother would comfort him. Gods he kissed her and his sister most of all. He missed how everything used to be before they were taken.

And just like that, Tomas finally felt the courage to to be vulnerable, his tears grow as he cries harder and harder, and you keep your hold onto him as you tenderly stroke your head.

"You're not going to leave me too, r-right?" He stammered, worried you'd either be taken or abandon him out of disgust. "Never, you're stuck with me." You say gently as you continue to hold.

Tomas smiles at this and sheds just a few more tears as he slowly begins to fall asleep in your arms. The last thing he thought of was you, how you made him feel so strong. Strong enough to be vulnerable.

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jinwoosungs · 19 hours

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always by your side.

choso kamo x fem.reader

warnings: blood mention

the sun was shining brightly when you and choso decided to go on a much needed date. whereas you were all smiles and sunshine, your boyfriend had an almost eerie gloom to him.

after sharing a light lunch at your favorite café, you simply wished to bask in your lover's presence while exploring the city together. as you tugged choso along, whispers from other people could be heard from all around you, making your boyfriend seem to further curl into himself upon witnessing such words.

"he's so pale, what is he, a corpse?"

"i feel bad for the girl... do you think we should see if she's okay?"

you could feel your annoyance mounting, glaring at those boys who wished to take you away from choso. wishing to comfort him, you squeeze his hand within yours, facing him with a kind smile on your face.

"cho, don't listen to them, okay? come on... you know you never once cared about what others thought about you, so don't let it bother you now."

the tiniest smile graces your lover's features, taking one of your hands before settling it on his pale cheek. "i know that but... it's just- i don't like upsetting or embarrassing you. in many ways, they're right, you deserve-"

not allowing him to finish such self-deprecating thoughts, you gently shush him while placing a finger on his parted lips. "i deserve you, and that's final."

choso's eyes widen for the briefest moment, mirroring the momentary shock he felt before narrowing once more, eyes now filled with complete and utter adoration for you. letting out a light chuckle, you watch as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"thank you, my love."

you hum, basking in the soft sensation of his kiss felt against your skin before taking his hand once more. while you continued to explore the city together, your eyes go wide upon seeing something that towers over you. you signal for choso to stop walking while pointing a finger up at the looming ferris wheel with its brightly colored lights seen flashing against the sunset.

"choso, come on, let's get on the ferris wheel! it'll be the perfect end to our date!"

choso hums and follows your gaze, giving you a nod. never one to ignore your wants and needs, he takes confident strides toward the ferris wheel and waits in line. with a wistful smile painting your features, you slowly begin to interlock your fingertips with choso, making sure that you held his hand in a tighter grip. your boyfriend returns your smile, and within what felt like mere seconds, it was finally your turn to ride the ferris wheel.

sharing a pod with choso, you rest your head on his shoulder while admiring the skies. the sun had already begun to set over the horizon, painting the skies in brilliant, twilight hues.

"i'm so happy, being able to witness such a beautiful sight with you."

you listen as choso hums in response, giving your hand another squeeze as you were filled with love for him. wishing to act on your emotions, you softly call out choso's name and capture his attention.

choso's eyes go wide when you gently framed at his face with your two hands before leaning closer to him. "i will always love you."

those were the final words that come from you when you finally press your lips against his in a sweet kiss. being perfectly slotted against his lips, you try to deepen the kiss, only to feel slightly dejected when he doesn't return your affectionate gesture, filling your heart with a sense of unease.

"back then, you didn't let me finish." an almost pained whisper was heard coming from choso, making you furrow your brow in response when he suddenly keeps your head still, finally returning your kiss.

but instead of tasting the faint taste of coffee from choso, there was an unknown... almost coppery taste that had come from his lips. filled with nausea, you shove yourself away from him, eyes going wide upon seeing choso's mouth filling with blood.

the thick, red liquid seem to be pouring from his eyes and mouth, making it seem as though your beloved was crying tears made from blood itself when he brokenly says to you-

"i was going to tell you that you deserved someone who was still alive."

your screams of agony and despair were all that you could hear---

waking up with a gasp, you found yourself suddenly in an upright position, still in bed as the blankets slide off your form.

your breathing was heavy, and you couldn't stop your heart from clenching so painfully in response. broken sobs wrack through your body, and your eyes remained unfocused as the tears kept falling from your eyes, further blinding you.

a tired voice calling out your name serves as a much needed reminder that you had been suffering from a nightmare; that he was still by your side and was currently bringing you into his embrace.

"cho...choso... it's... oh, it was awful."

you curl into your lover, feeling choso brush his slightly chapped lips against your temple while rubbing comforting circles around your back.

"what happened?" he whispers to you, still littering your face with his soft and lingering kisses. his methods of comforting you were working, and you felt your heart slowly calm down, ceasing its almost painful beats as you cling to the front of his shirt.

"you were dead... in my dreams... and when we kissed, y-you..."

the raw pain you felt in your nightmare was too much, rendering you speechless once more as choso let out a coo of your name.

"i'm sorry you had to experience such a potent nightmare, my love." with gentle movements, choso moves your face away from his chest, smiling down at you as your eyes met with his deep purple gaze. "but, i want you to know that i will never leave your side."

you could feel your tears continue its steady stream down your face when choso gently traces at your bottom lip, whispering your name once more before leaning forward to kiss you deeply. he tastes the saltiness of your tears and groans, threading his fingers through your hair while whispering to you,

"i'll always be by your side protecting you no matter what. now, let's get back to bed. i'll keep you in my arms for the rest of the night so that you can rest easy, how does that sound?"

with choso smiling down at you, you felt all of your anxieties and fear melt away. giving him an eager nod, you greedily press your frame against the front of choso's chest, hearing him letting out a content sigh before laying back in bed with you in his embrace.

as you buried your face within his chest, you could feel choso pressing several kisses against your hair while murmuring his complete and utter devotion to you. basking in his whispered promises of love and forevers, you felt your eyes slowly begin to grow heavier before shutting them completely...

now shielded from any bad dreams by the man who would always be by your side.

a.n. - hhhhh this is technically the first story i have written for choso, and i hoped it turned out well enough. i wanted to include different jjk characters in hopes of writing more jjk someday,,, but,,, writing for a new character is hard 😭 still, i hope this story was enjoyable enough!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#choso kamo x reader #kamo choso x reader #kamo choso x you #choso kamo x you #jjk x reader #kamo choso x y/n #choso x reader

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salchat · 24 hours

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So, here's another Dean. This one's in neocolor crayon, which are very soft crayons - you can use water with them, but I haven't here, because the paper's newsprint and it would fall to pieces very quickly if I used water.

While I was drawing, I was pondering various arty matters. Mainly, how some art/craft posts - mostly on Facebook rather than here - irritate the hell out of me. You know the ones. Where there's some amazing piece of art/craft, but the caption is something like, 'please be kind - it's my first time!' When it's blatantly not their first time, unless art and craft is just plain easy, which it isn't. Anyway, I'm not sure why people make those posts - for others to comment how amazing they are? I suppose. But it must be pretty hollow to receive such compliments. Unless it really is their first time. And even then...

So, anyway, it made me think, why do I post my art? What exactly do I get out of it? Do I do it to receive validation in the form of compliments? I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that, but I just wanted to be really honest with myself. And also, why do I make art in the first place and why this particular type of art, drawing the same characters over and over?

Well, I think I draw for the same, or similar reasons that I write - because it's my own world, that I can control. There's comfort there, isn't there? And comfort in the characters I draw and write about - they're not called comfort characters for nothing, after all. And they're beautiful, aren't they? They're just damn beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to draw them?

So, I guess I want to pour my love into creating something beautiful, or as near beauty as I can get. And I choose to do that with my crayons or my charcoal or my pastels because I love those things too - their colours, the way they spread, the way you can make big, soft marks or sharp, dark marks, the way you can smush them around with your fingers, the way you can just mess about and sometimes it doesn't work and sometimes you get an amazing effect that you didn't know was possible. I love drawing randomly, roughly, searching and searching until I find what I want.

But why post online? Hmm... Well, yes, it is nice when people think what I've created is technically skilful. I have an ego that likes to be stroked, same as anyone else. But if that was the only reason, I'd probably cheat. Some people do. And if that makes them happy, who am I to criticize?

Anyway, I think what I'm after is connection, which is in no way an original thought. That's what makes fandom so wonderful, isn't it? The way you can find connections with other people all over the world. I think when I post, I'm looking for people who love the same kinds of things that I do - the same characters, obviously, but also the same kind of approach to art. The colours and the roughness, the playfulness and the 'continuing mission' to find beauty. I think I post in the hopes that someone will see my art and think, 'hey, I like that.' And that they'll feel a little spark of joy.

I think that's what all our fan creations are about. You get the firework of joy and excitement that goes off when you create your story or your picture and then, around the fandom world, other people get a spark struck from your joy. Which is pretty flowery stuff, but, hey - I'm a writer, aren't I?

That's enough rambling. Nearly. Because I also want to do the thing I often do, which is totally anti the 'it's my first time!' kind of posts. This is very far from my first time and I want you to see the crappiness of my progress shots, because it's important to know that there's almost always a lot of crappy stages before you reach something you consider beautiful. Not perfect. I'm not after perfection, which is impossible anyway, and I would never say any of my stuff is perfect because it's far from perfect and I don't want that - I want life and humanity and striving toward something.

I'm gonna shut up now, because there are burgers to be cooked and chocolate cake to be eaten, and hey! Doctor Who's on soon! Bye!

#dean winchester #my art #rambling #waffling

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rocksibblingsau · 2 days

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If you need to gush about Billy. What’s some headcanons do you have about him.

So we know that by the time of Trollstopia, they're the most popular band in the Rock tribe. They're iconic, I'd say probably like Queen level of iconic.

Billy is a perfect partner. He's got a soft rock vibe that makes him both hardcore but emotional (dare I say... sensitive). He's a gentleman and his breakups would all be either amicable or harbor no hard feelings. If you broke up with him, he'd comfort you and then write a sad song about it where he described you as a goddess or lava nymph or something equally as majestic.

He's a genuinely nice guy and despite all his admirers, the man is still single.

As a kid, most of his stuff was hand-me-downs, which he didn't mind too much except sometimes to mess with him his brothers would buy ugly clothes that were too small for them and 'gift' them to him.

His three older brothers is why he's not too bugged by Barb making fun of him. It's normal to him.

Billy's very hard to make angry. Naturally as a rock troll, the idea of kids getting hurt has him fuming, but you have to actually badly upset/hurt someone he cares about to rile him up.

He and Barb had similar issues of feeling lonely at the top.

He's not gonna try hard but he wants Branch to think he's cool.

#sibblings qna #sibblings au #billy reverb #trolls branch #queen barb

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anjelicawrites · 3 days

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They went together, one afternoon you had a PDA meeting: they wanted to surprise you!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Warnings: piercings, mention of Aemond's disfiguring and chronic pain, nipple biting and sucking. dry humping.

Aemond had done painstakingly deep researches about the topic, researched all the piercings shops in town and bought everything he was going to need for aftercare. He had told himself he was just satiating the curiosity Osferth's words had ignited in him: he didn't need his nipples pierced. The idea was nice, and he would look hot, him simply researching meant nothing.

Osferth can't truly respond when Aemond asks to accompany him to his appointment; he can only make an inarticulate sound, Aemond has been fucking him nice and slow and deep for what it felt like hours, his hand a vice around Osferth's cock, and the latter was barely coherent at this point. After, when they are cuddling under the soft sheets, Osferth gently pinches Aemond's left nipple, making sure it is nice and pebbled.

"They will look so pretty, always protruding, begging to be sucked and played with." He says. "How we'll keep our hands of your chest is going to be a feat."

Against his thigh Aemond's cock twitches.

"Do you like the idea? Having your chest at our disposal all the time?"

There's a darkness in Osferth's tone that makes Aemond tired body tremble.

"Kessa. Yes." He moans.

The girls at the piercing shop are very welcoming, they show them the secluded area where they will work on Aemond's nipples and the sterile materials they're going to use. Once Aemond is sitting on the chair, Osferth perches himself on the stool one of the girls has put next to it.

"Are you still sure you want them done at the same time?" He asks. "Yes." "It's going to hurt."

Aemond smiles at that: all his life he has weighted all the suffering he has been through against having his neuritis flares. Nothing has ever been as bad, this? Piece of cake.

Osferth takes his hand and puts his forehead against his temple as the two piercers finish setting up all the materials. Aemond's body arches at the double pain; it's a flash that steals his breath away and makes him clench his hand around Osferth's; it's only a moment, then he relaxes back into the chair, not even noticing the tears streaming down his face.

"Between four to even twelve month?" You ask.

You're back from another hellish PTA meeting, you haven't even manage to change into something more comfortable that your loves drag you to the bedroom, to show you Aemond's chest. His nipples are both swollen, not overly so but enough to be felt and bright pink against the metal of the long barbells.

"Will you help me clean them, Gevie?" Aemond asks you. "Of course I will."

How are you supposed to keep his delicious chest alone for twelve months? He looks ripe for the taking!

Aemond can clean his piercings using the saline solution the piercers have sold him, he can soak the sterile gauze in it, when the swelling becomes too much and his nipples feel so warm; why should he do that on his own, when he has you and Osferth?

He's always had sensitive nipples, so much so you and Osferth have been able to make him come by nipple play only. He also knows that the piercings don't add on his sensitivity level, yet he feels the damp cotton swab more than he should: perhaps it's the swollen skin, but how is he supposed to justify the erection between his legs? He can barely stand still, Osferth is painstakingly cleaning his right nub, the black gloves on his hands only enhancing how long his fingers are, you're kneeling in front of him, sucking him off slowly, leisurely, licking his cock like you would a lollipop.

"Kostilus, please." He moans. "Be good, we need to make sure you don't get an infection." Osferth drawls in his ear. "How do you expect me to manage my oral fixation, now that I can't suck on your nipples?" You ask with your lips on his cockhead. "Let me finish here without coming and then we'll fuck you tight arse as a reward." Osferth tells him. "If you can't manage we'll have to put your cock in a cage for how long?" You ask, menacingly. "Uhm, let's say a couple of weeks? It should take that long for the trickiest part of the healing process to finish." Osferth murmurs against his throat.

Aemond has to force himself to breath slowly: he can't concentrate on his nipples, Osferth's slow motions only add to his desire, and your mouth! The best he's ever had is drawing him mad!

"Kostilus kesan sagon sȳz, please I'll be good." He moans. "Such a good boy." You murmur, before starting torturing his cock again.

Even when alone, cleaning his fresh piercings has his cock stand up ready to go, and he forces himself to wait for either of you, who will fuck him with your hands grabbing his pecs, making sure his healing nubs stand out, without actually touching them. Tease! Tease! Tease that you two are!

He has to wear looser shirts at work, under his suit jacket, yet he feels his nipples rub against the soft cotton, almost raw, and it becomes worse and worse, the more they heal: he needs, desperately, to have his chest played with, to feel your teeth and Osferth's pull and play with the barbells and the sensitive nipples. He's missed having your mouths and tongues play with them; you two teasing him don't help with his impatience to feel you two, finally, where he needs you two the most!

He might be just lucky, or perhaps is the blood of the dragon, either way he pops back to the piercing shop a little after four months, and the two piercers give him the thumbs up to change the barbells with rings, and to start having his chest played with, within reason. As he drives home a devious idea forms in his mind and he rushes to one of the alternative shops you usually go: all he needs he'll find there!

You arrive home at the same time Osferth does, which is a rarity. Even rarer is seeing Aemond's posh Mercedes already parked: he usually he's the one who arrives the latest at home.

"Aemond?" You call from the doorway. "Is everything OK?"

Silence is your only answer. On instinct Osferth puts himself in front of you: the door was locked, no signs of forced entry and the dogs are quiet (Santanico the cat is also), then why Aemond isn't answering?

Slowly he walks towards the living room, keeping you behind himself, ready to push you away from any form of danger; neither of you expect to see the spectacle right in front of your eyes: Aemond lounging on one of the armchairs, his long legs clad in tight leather trousers, spread wide, almost inviting you two to kneel between them. He is wearing a long sleeved, laced top that leaves nothing to the imagination; the intricate design only enhances the definition of his muscles and the delicious happy trail you and Osferth have kissed too many times to count. Next to you, you hear Osferth inhale and you follow his line of sight, to the two rings now adorning Aemond's nipples.

"Welcome back." He says, nonchalant, as if he's not lounging like a whore ready for the taking. "See something you like?"

Your bag falls on the floor, you're deaf to all the sounds around you, your mind focusing only on the delicious way the top moves on Aemond's perfect skin.

"You can... we can..." You say, at a loss for words. "Green light, but we need to go slow." He smirks.

In the distance you hear Osferth join you on the floor between Aemond's long legs. You see his hand reach for one nipple, his long fingers gently pinch it, Aemond's choked moan flies directly to your cunt.

"No weights, yet ah!" He moans when your index finger caresses his other nipple. "And, and... please! You can pull on them, just gently."

From where you're positioned, you can see the erection growing and pushing against the tight leather of his pants and you growl your hunger for him.

Gently you curl your lips around his nipple, and suck slowly, taking your time before you let your teeth pull tentatively at the ring; under you Aemond's back arches, a long moan rumbles when you keep teasing and pulling, your teeth gently biting the reddened areola.

"Need.. this off." He moans, trying to remove the lacy top. "Not yet."

You've forgotten about Osferth, whose fingers are still pinching the other nipple.

"It's itchy!" "You look too hot in it. Be good."

You hear Aemond's long moan of pleasure when Osferth's teeth latch on his other ring, to pull cautiously; against your tight you can feel Aemond's hips move, his cock swell into full hardness and you push against it, enhancing the friction.

Your mouth isn't idle either, you busy yourself with chasing Aemond's taste through the lacy shirt, sucking more boldly when high pitched moans leave his shapely lips.

"Iksan jāre naejot... Iksan jāre naejot! I'm going to... I'm going to!" He shouts, desperate.

You and Osferth redouble your efforts: sucking, pulling and biting, the lace drenched with your combined spits only adds to the constant teasing of his nipples; Aemond's body follows your combined lead blindly, his hips fucking your tight without control, too lost in the pleasure exploding in his chest. He babbles and trashes under your bodies, his orgasm so close it burns down his body to his trapped erection, his spine a perfect arch of desperation, it tenses and tenses, until he comes, his body limp under yours.

Osferth is lazily sucking on one nipple, enjoying the aftershock buzzing though Aemond's body; he can't help but smirk when he hears your voice.

"Again." You growl. "We need to make up for lost time."

OG!Poly taglist : @fan-goddess, @notyour-valentine, @aegonx

Ewanverse taglist: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @zaldritzosrose

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triple-pupil · 2 months

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So I heard that recently, the creator of The Backyardigans, Janice Burgess, passed away.

I loved that show and it's characters ever since I was little, still do to this day, it was creative and fun, I still love watching my favorite episodes and listening to my favorite songs.

I made a couple of doodles of the characters at least last year, so I'll try to find them (I don't remember where they are ): )

I hope she knew how her show impacted so many of us, even beyond the USA, and I hope she's resting easy.

#And my favorite one has always been- and will always be- Austin #I related so hard #the backyardigans #That show had SUCH BANGERS #Really creative with the rotoscope dancing and all the different genres of music #It was so good #Janice Burgess #Also I love the gang of characters sm #They're such a soft comfort- They make me feel soft #I want to hug them #If there is an afterlife- I hope it treats this lady well- At least for this show #Because tbh I didn't even know or questioned who created it until now #Damn I want to do headcanons and scenarios of the characters with my friends again #swearing in tags #I feel soft and fluffy inside again

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schmweed · 4 months

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#David Tennant #Alec Hardy #Ellie Miller #Broadchurch #my gifs #Yes they're talking about something extremely serious.#But can you see soft way his eyes tenderly trace her eyes and just rest on her face like it's the best thing he could look at?#He spends so long just looking at her -- and she is so mindful of his comfort level and RARELY looks back when he's looking at her.#If he's looking at her she's always looking ahead or down or away.#Except if she needs to hold his gaze to get a message across. Like go make some tea. Or if they're both worried.#This reminds me -- she is so naturally instinctively understanding of him #We rarely hear her addressing him by name after the rant that falls out of him when he has dinner at her place in S1.#She gets that simply looking at someone while you're talking to them is enough. And you don't need to tack on their name on top of that.#Which astounded me actually! I wondered if Chris Chibnall had spent some time around an autistic person!#Because I feel EXACTLY like Alec does abt names! I hate names. I hate using them. It's so unnecessary.#I'm not as outspoken as him though so I use them when I can't get out of it. But I hate it and I hate ppl using my name.#That scene was ASTOUNDING I'm telling you -- it took my breath away to find my very specific struggle onscreen!#Anyway. Yeah. She doesn't bug him or insist even though to her it's second nature.#I bet you she's very good at coming up with pet names -- another thing my autistic brain shrieks at and sth I suspect Alec finds impossible #Oh Ellie -- beautiful beautiful adorable strong wronged Ellie!#Wronged by everyone except him <3 #Well and a few others -- Mark was kind to her despite his pain. Brian never treated her badly that we know of.#I will always love them for that.#I wish Jack had survived -- I think he would've been kind too. Maybe she would've hidden in his store when it got too much.

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#succession #ugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #they're so physically affectionate with him :(((#well shiv is as much as she can be and like. i'm so. ugh. she can be maternal. which is. idk.#something about her tone comforts me. and i hope it comforts ken. she speaks to him like a mother rather than a sister. i don't know.#and that makes me.... i'm not really sure how to feel about that.#roman is ofc roman as much as he can be and the more physical of the two lots of back pats and rubs which is what ken needs.#as well as shiv's voice. he needs them both. roman's touch and shiv's soft voice.#they love each other despite how awful they've been to one another this season it makes me. sigh. sigh. sigh.#also can i just say ken is always the base. he's the base of the home triangle and he's the base of tragedy too.#they are forming i guess. a tragedy triangle here. the shape is very triangular. compared to the more relaxed triangle on the boat.#they're so. trifecta of tragedy and home. i'm so. i gotta ogo i can t do it uugheh by #e

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the-apples-were-monitored · 2 years

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Can we talk about how heartstopper is like. Not good. Like pretty sure it's. Y'know. Kinda bad. Mediocre at best. To be clear I don't actually want to talk about it because i don't want all the gen z's to flay me alive for being a millennial who just doesn't get their cool gay stuff like idk I just don't like this it feels so sanitized and so bland and safe.

#look at the acceptable gays who are just like you #yeah i'm kinda famous for liking really toxic dynamics in fiction because they're fascinating narratively #but i don't NEED cannibalism or vampirism in my fucked up gay shows y'know?#sometimes i like soft early seasons willow and tara #but i've got to admit that i need more angst and conflict to be at all interested in fiction #i like opposite sides in a conflict figuring out they're not so different like cosima/delphine #ironically some of our best rep has been couched in metaphor or innuendo #because of studio constraints and networks not allowing it #a lot of the stuff i like isn't technically canon except in the eyes of the queer creator #who wasn't allowed to let them fuck #but this new trend of queer media where we're packaged so as not to weird out the straights #idk it just bothers me #it has no real conflicts that resonate #the homophobia feels slightly off like it's not the way this stuff plays out in any real way #we're making straight allies comfortable by not being wacky and camp and even problematic #we're assimilating #it has no emotional impact because it feels sugar coated #idk it's okay to like it i just don't

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kinkymagnus · 2 years

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i also just think..... comfort sex? good.

#warm..... soft........ loving....#like yes we are together and safe and you are here with me and i am in your arms #and no one can hurt me and no one can hurt you and we're safe and together again #kiss me love i dont ever want to forget what you feel like #like. being held and just. slow but desperate sex grinding in deep #just like. hips rolling in tight little circles to barely even pull out like alec cant bear to part from him for long like he just wants to #stay inside him forever and pressed close and feeling how magnus trembles under him and clenches around him #hearing the pretty noises he makes #and magnus is just as bad like he wants to stay like this forever full and under alec and with his arms around him clinging to him almost #almost desperately #kissing almost tearfully but they're smiling #alec probably has that stamina rune working overtime bc even when magnus comes when *he* comes he doesn't want to pull out he just wants to #stay in this moment forever #and like. it IS comforting #it is comforting and relaxing and intimate #his touch is reassuring his kisses are comforting his hands are loving andw arm #it's all so safe and good and everything's okay now my love im in your arms youre in mine #you know???? YOU KNOIW????????#trans magnus smut #ig

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yoonstudios · 1 year

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#another vent! don't read if you don't want to! it's long.#so um. my mom and i got in a small fight while out shopping. not anything extraordinary just a regular small dispute and she got #kind of annoyed. and whenever anyone annoys her she *always* says 'it's fine' or 'i'm fine/over it" and it has become noticeable to me #over time. so i told her 'i know you're annoyed with me' and she literally told me 'fine. do you want me to just start telling me that #i'm annoyed with you??' and i was like 'what? yes! why wouldn't i want you to??' but she didn't really answer it. we got into the car #and i said 'sorry i didn't mean to upset you earlier' and of course she was like 'oh it's fine' so i just said to her:#'what i wanted to say was that telling me how i annoyed you and told me what you thought would get us a lot further than just covering your #emotions with a constant 'i'm fine' and not telling me anything.'#and was just like: 'i love you madison but that's not how it works.'#like ????? girl yes it is how it works!! good communication strengthens trust in relationships!! how is this a foreign concept to you??#but something clicked when she said 'look your father hates it when people talk about their feelings or how actions and words #make them feel. if i get used to telling you how you made me feel then i'll start doing it to your father.'#and i just fuckin. sat there. i didn't even say anything for a good minute bc i was so astonished but everything like. made sense.#this house is so full of 'i don't care' 'fuck you/off' 'i'm fine' and so many other harsh words and careless but hostile name-calling—#we don't even know how to tell each other how we feel and think. there's no healthy connection. whenever someone gets emotional by #crying or saying something about how they feel they're called 'soft' 'snowflake' 'sensitive' or sometimes worse names i won't mention #but it's all the same shit. the shaming of being human is revolting but it also shows how dysfunctional this household is. like #it seriously checks every. single. mark. i don't even tell my mom about my problems because all i ever get back is a 'just relax' or #'stop being ridiculous' and there's no sign of comfort or trying to problem-solve anything. it's just 'get over it you'll be fine.'#it made me realize that everyone in this house doesn't know how to properly communicate or work through emotions- thoughts- and conflicts.#myself included. ever since the age of 9 i had such a hard HARD time showing and receiving affection (physical and emotional) from friends #but i didn't know why! it just felt so goddamn foreign! but now it just. now i understand where my deeply rooted #emotional unavailability came from. healthy communication of affection and conflict was never shown to me and all i ever saw from #my parents were fights. lots and lots of fights. i think i thought that's all normal relationships looked like. i thought any affection or #display of healthy communication was fake and a trap of some kind so i just never even chanced a good friendship. i started having healthy #friendships just in late 2020 when i started realizing what in the fuck was going on. i'm more mature than a reserved 9 year old girl now #of course so i'm learning how to be more emotionally available but. i just need a minute. what the fuck.

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knaveofmogadore · 2 months

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#messages from knave #im making breakfast and im gonna list my observations from three years of weird living situations #younger siblings of big age gaps will see most interactions as a form of soft combat until trained out of it #but when actual clmbat happens they're used to not having any sway so they don't actually know how to act in arguments #siblings with codependent relationships have their own internal langauge that they apply to others. not sure if they realize they do it #but they'll hold you to the same rules they've mentally created for each other without explaining them #siblings of ALL stripes will approach situations with a set idea of how communication works. and even if it's not a logical way to communica #they'll expect you to also communicate in that way. and if you can't or refuse they'll shut down and communication stalls completely because #they can't fathom doing it any other way except the way they and their siblings socialized each other to do it #siblings with adversarial relationships don't take outside advice and will take attempts to give advice as manipulative. not their fault #oldest siblings are the most conflict averse people on the planet. oldest sinlings say #'is anyone gonna balloon this situation out of proportion by avoiding it for as long as possible' and not wait for an answer #siblings who were regularly appointed as hall monitors will see any interaction with you as transactional #a hallmark of a dysfunctional sibljng relationship is someone who thinks telling you NO is worse than going through a situation they do not #wanna be in. and then they'll complain about it endlessly #and then they'll be like 'i don't want favours from my parents because they'll hold it over me' and never make the connection on their own #people cannot anticipate your needs with their minds. they are sometimes going to ask you to be a part of things you don't wanna #you're NEVER gonna be able to live in a world where people will stop asking you to be a part of things that's not feasible #had one say once 'people should just know not to ask me along for plans I can't get to people should know not to invite me'#and you know dude that's just now how stuff works. there's a difference between 'x cant drive so they can't help me move my dresser' and #'i know xs work schedule so i shouldnt infomr them of group plansnon the off chance they could make it so they don't feel left out'#people with hyper competitive siblings can't fathom that other people won't know how to do stuff. i don't just mean athletes but siblings #with that scarcity mindsetnin general like they can't handle people not having the same knowledge base they have. it's a survival thing #and NO having a life of suffering doesn't make you correct all the time has literally anyone else watched heathers #youngest siblings always have the most deranged dating stories and the oldest in a set of age gap siblings always has the WORST taste in men #< that's directed at my sister and no one else that's a personal diss not a real observation #only children have one thing. theyre SUPER weird about splitting the grocery bill #food is NOT communal to only children I've learned firsthand. Also they'll be perfectly fine sharing anything else BUT food usually #weed. loans. bathroom supplies. dishes. ect. but NOT food #meanwhile sibljngs are a little TOO comfortable chowing down on stuff they didn't buy. bad roommates are bad roommates

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cntloup · 21 days

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Fem!Reader Simon finds out about your obsession with his hands

"what are you doing, love?" he asks, his voice laced in an amused tone as you trace your fingers along the various bulging veins that run across his hand and travel all the way up his muscular arm.

you place a soft kiss on the back of his palm, then a second one on his wrist, moving higher, planting open-mouthed kisses on the scars adorning his skin, your lips lingering on each one, your warm breath fanning against his skin.

and he shivers at your touch, your tenderness towards him... even after all this time, feeling the love and adoration that immerses your tender heart bleed through your lips onto his skin, the love that burns so brightly, seething more and more every day.

and he cherishes every bit of it, absorbing all your love and warmth that you show him in your own unique way, collecting every single piece and keeping it safe deep within his heart which he now feels flutter and melt at your tender touch.

"they're beautiful, si... your hands, all of you... so beautiful..." you whisper over his skin, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. and he closes his eyes, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he savors the moment.

you kiss his shoulder and tilt your head to capture his lips in a sweet, yet flaming kiss, your kiss setting his heart and soul on fire, the roaring flames engulfing him as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you impossibly closer.

your body goes limp and you nearly melt in his arms, his embrace strong and firm, yet so gentle and comforting, so warm, electrifying as if he's touching you for the very first time.

you softly moan into his mouth as your lips dance so smoothly against one another and you wrap your arms around his neck and swaddle his waist as you settle on his lap.

"touch me please, si." you whine breathily against his lips, craving his touch so fiercely. he smiles into the kiss and his hands begin to roam across your back, leaving a trail of flames in their wake.

his hands travel to your front, softly caressing your beautiful skin and moving higher to your breasts. he cups them in his large hands, rough and calloused skin massaging the soft flesh, making you mewl and whimper as he slightly squeezes your boobs.

his fingers flick your perky nipples, causing a surge of thrill and arousal to run through your core. "fuck! i love it when you touch me like this!" you murmur with a content dazed smile, lost in a blissful fog as his rough hands stroke your body so good it makes you almost drool with delight. he only smirks and goes on kissing and touching you just how you like it.

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gleefulgiggles · 10 months

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y'all lmao finding out women lers exist on here just gave me an existential crisis

#no but like... I NEED a woman #they're so beautiful and soft and silly and make me feel safe #being tickled by a woman is my new comfort headspace where I will be living for the foreseeable future

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wrioluvr · 6 months

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『dumbass.』 slutty sub yandere x gentle himbo darling, male yandere x amab reader. pt 2

sub! yandere who likes to take advantage of your kind nature to fish for compliments. he would degrade himself in front of you, acting all self-loathing to get your attention. nothing compares to the rush he gets as you rush to comfort him, trying your best to make him feel better.

sub! yandere who gets so jealous when you're nice to anyone but him. true, that's one of the things he loves about you, but why do you have to be friendly to everyone? they're all sluts anyway, who only like you for your looks. he can't really be talking when he snuck a photo of your cock and had a dildo custom made to your size, thrusting it in and out of his tight hole whenever he's feeling especially lonely.

sub! yandere whose biggest fantasy is you fucking and spanking him until he can't walk. come to think of it, he's never really seen you angry, like ever. the idea of you upset with him is both terrifying and exciting, he doesn't want you to hate him, but also the thought of you hatefucking him is so... it's enough to make him feral. he's sure you have to have some pent up energy somewhere, he would gladly offer his body for you to abuse. he knows you would never ever consider hurting him, but one can dream, right?

"come onnn. let me give you head." he pleads, clinging onto your arm like it's a lifeline. his eyes prick with tears. much to his surprise, you're the one who gets on your knees, kneeling in front of him. "wait, what are you doing? i don't need you to please me first...." he starts to protest frantically, waving his hands about. "i thought you wanted to give me head? like...headpats?" "no, silly. head means i wanna suck your dick." "oh!" "speaking of headpats, can you pull my hair while i suck you off? like really hard, please." "i don't wanna hurt you, though-" "how many times do i have to say, you could literally murder me, and i would thank you." "...i don't think that's possible." "i'll find a way. so what i'm saying is, be as rough as you want. please." he gags on your length, relishing the feeling of it stretching the slick walls of his throat. no matter how many times he's done this, you always worry he'll hurt himself. "hey...you're okay, right?" you ask worriedly, stroking his hair. he responds by making eye contact with you, swirling his tongue around the tip of the head, eliciting a rather passionate response from you. "fuck, i'm gonna-" involuntarily, you grip his hair tighter and let out a load into his mouth. he came in his pants, too, from you merely tugging his hair a little forcefully. soft pants fill the room. this would be the perfect opportunity for them to degrade me right now, he thinks to himself. but you don't. instead, you take a tissue and dabble at the cum dripping down his chin, making sure to clean him up. he loves you and would never overstep your boundaries.... he just wishes you were a little meaner.

#sub yandere #top male reader #dom male reader #yandere x male reader #male reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x reader

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arminsumi · 5 months

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★ Satoru's undercut

★ Synopsis : He fears the hairdresser like it's the dentist. One day, he accidentally gets an undercut style. He would have thrown a tantrum if it weren't for your positive response — because all he really cares about is that you enjoy his haircut.

★ Content : soft fluff, romantic tension, some mutual pining??

★ Library ★ reblog for a cake slice! 🍰

"This will ruin my life..."

"It will not ruin your life."

"I'm gonna die!"

"You're not gonna die."

"Yes, I'm gonna die! They're gonna cut my head off."

"They're not gonna cut your head off."

Satoru had a haircut appointment which you were accompanying him to as per his desperate demand request. Suguru was there also, helping Shoko with something technical on her phone. He laughed when Satoru was whining to you.

The four of you were on the train; Suguru and Shoko stood tightly packed with their backs facing other people as if they were the group shield. And Satoru sat next to you, clinging to your arm as if he were a kid on his way to the dentist.

"Don't laugh. You know I feel the same about hairdressers as people feel about dentists!" he pouted.

"Satoru, you're so weird." you said.

“I'm not!”

You shook your head at him. Satoru grumbled.

"No one understands me!" he said dramatically.

Suguru commented, "I do understand why you dislike hairdressers, Satoru; most of them don't cut your hair how you want."

Shoko nodded and chimed in, "— yup, and you usually leave with a fake smile and say "oh wowww... I love it!" but you actually hate it." then she went back to frowning at her phone with Suguru.

“My hair is important, I can't afford to have a bad haircut." Satoru said.

"Haha, you make it sound like if you have a bad haircut it could cost you millions." you laughed.

Satoru sat up straighter and spoke seriously, "It may as well cost me millions!"

You didn't understand why Satoru was being so dramatic.

****

The hairdresser looked at you, Shoko and Suguru and then wondered why so many people were accompanying this grown man to his haircut, as if he were about to get a root canal for the first time.

Suguru whispered into her ear, and she blushed at his alluring charm like anyone would.

"He's scared of bad haircuts... so please do your best, he has a girl to impress. See that one sitting there?” Suguru pointed to you, “Yeah, that's the one."

He accidentally flustered her, and he smirked about it when he returned to you and Shoko.

"Suguru, your head looks as big as a bubble about ready to pop." you joked, noticing his smug demeanor as he took a waiting seat with you.

"I think I just flustered the hairdresser on accident." he said.

Shoko chuckled, "Is it ever an accident? I think you do it on purpose — oh, Y/n, I think Satoru is trying to get your attention. Give him some comfort."

Satoru recoiled when the cold blade of the scissors touched his neck, and looked distressed when the hairdresser touched his hair.

You knew he was highly sensitive to touch, especially his hair — he hated people touching his hair (reason X for hating hairdressers). The only person who was allowed to touch his hair was you. Suguru and Shoko needed a "valid reason" for touching Satoru's hair.

But you could comb your fingers through his hair any time, any place for no reason and Satoru would go limp with a smile on his face, completely melting for the act of affection.

Sometimes when it was just you and him alone together in his apartment, especially during his sleepless nights, Satoru would lay his tired head on your lap and ask you to play with his hair. Each stroke of your hand mellowed him out. He especially loved the feeling of your fingers running through his hair when it was fluffy and long.

So really, he feared not the hairdresser or even the bad haircut, but the fact that it might be too short or not fluffy enough for you to enjoy. It had to be just right. He had to maintain his fluffy hair for you.

He wanted to make sure that when you saw him at every party and get-together, you'd think "Wow, Satoru's hair looks so good.". He wanted you to compliment his hair and make him feel good and blushy.

And most of all, he just wanted to please your eyes. He wanted you to be starstruck when you looked at him.

So, a good haircut was critical.

****

Satoru's panic calmed after you took the empty seat next to him. He watched in admiration as you struck up a friendly conversation with the hairdresser. She turned out to be kind. She was an apprentice (picture nervous Satoru stiffening his shoulders when he learned this) and her mother owned the establishment next door.

Satoru was mostly quiet and focused on his reflection in the mirror. He squinted in suspicion when the lady brought out a hair buzzer.

But then you distracted Satoru by asking about what the four of you were doing after this. He stuttered a bit, half-looking at the hair buzzer and jumping a little when it turned on.

You talked so much that Satoru was completely distracted, and the lady could work. Though, it was hard, because Satoru didn't really specify what he wanted... so she winged it.

She thought hey, this guy would look good with an undercut. So, she cut an undercut for Satoru, and looked at you and smirked. His girlfriend will appreciate it, she thought as she looked at you and Satoru talking with hearts in your eyes.

You weren't his girlfriend. But you may as well have been. The two of you were anyways soulmates since kindergarten. Sure, you went away for five years to work abroad, but the link between you and Satoru wasn't broken by the distance.

****

Satoru gasped and nearly fainted when he saw how short his hair had been buzzed at the bottom. His neck felt exposed and suddenly it felt more drafty.

"What the—"

"— oh, you look hot, Satoru." You said.

He immediately shut up and went red in the face.

"Thanks, yeah it looks... yeah." Satoru hesitantly complimented the hairdresser's work.

She beamed proudly and wrapped up the haircutting session. Satoru took off the black dressing gown and stood up and shimmied the white hair off his pants.

"The cat is shedding." you joked, making Satoru grin with sealed lips.

You picked a white strand of his hair off the back of his shirt when he stood in line to pay at the checkout. He didn't notice. Such a cute boy.

Satoru was just grumbling to himself about how he'd need a scarf or turtleneck to compensate for his "practically naked" hairstyle now.

You stared at his undercut and felt your heartbeat get a bit frantic.

Then you kept staring as you left the barber shop.

Satoru wrapped an arm around your shoulders out of habit, as if he were your boyfriend, so the hairdresser felt sure that you two were dating and said something as you two left that really made you and Satoru blush;

"Your girlfriend loves it." she winked.

"I'm not his—"

"She's not my—"

"She sure does! Thanks for everything, see ya." Shoko cut off you and Satoru from responding and shoved the two of you out the door.

****

That comment lingered in the back of yours and Satoru's minds for the rest of the day.

On the train home, you grazed your fingers over Satoru's undercut and it elicited the funniest reaction out of him; he shivered like a cat that had just been scratched in a sweet spot.

"Haha, does that feel good?" you asked.

"It does. But my neck feels naked." Satoru shrugged.

Oh my god, do that again, he thought. It felt so good.

"Aw, then Y/n should wrap her arms around your neck." Suguru said in a flirtatious murmur.

Shoko laughed and propped a cigarette between her lips.

The four of you got off the train, you parted ways. Suguru and Shoko lived in different places and had to wait for their respective trains to take them home. So, you said your goodbyes and went with Satoru.

When you and Satoru moved out of your university housing, you both decided to live on the same street. You can say it was for X reasons, like oh it's a good neighborhood or oh the prices are great or oh the apartment walls aren't thin... but let's be honest; you and Satoru just didn't want to live too far from each other. You were inseparable, even cry-babies whenever the two of you were separated.

Satoru was always clinging or touching you in some way – hanging off your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head, draping an arm around you, holding your hand, snuggling into your neck. The closeness brought him more comfort than his own bed. He even claimed once that he could fall asleep on you more readily than on his bed.

Sometimes he was just shy of kissing you when you two met up, or when he knocked on your apartment door some mornings. His lips would graze over yours by accident in some circumstances, and though the two of you would laugh it off, there was an unmistakable spark in the air between you and him.

****

“Do you like it?” Satoru asked.

“I love it. You look really good.” You replied.

Satoru smiled to himself, hiding his face in your lap.

The TV was playing the most recent episode of that trashy romance soap opera – the episode where the two love interests kissed in the rain. Satoru stared hard at their lips connecting, and thought of why he hasn’t attempted to kiss you again. He didn’t want to ruin anything, so he kept his confession to himself even if it was obvious that he liked you.

You noticed he went a bit silent as you ran your fingers through his hair. He made a soft, long groan when your fingertips tickled up the back of his neck and over his prickly undercut.

“You sound like a cat.” You laughed.

His eyes were closed, brows relaxed into a sleepy arch. Whenever he got drowsy in your lap, his lips would part and show his two front teeth.

****

After getting an undercut hairstyle, Satoru was living in heaven with how much attention you gave his hair. Every day you’d find an excuse to play with his hair.

It made his heart beat harder and his mind go blank whenever you touched his neck and hair. He’d get shivers and close his eyes each time you did it, and would even stop talking mid-sentence.

In time it grew out. He refused to go back to the hairdresser, and instead insisted that you cut his hair for him. At first, he attempted to do it himself, but then he wimped out as soon as he held the scissors to his hair.

So, after he practically begged you on his knees and voiced his fear for the hairdresser, you agreed.

Cutting Satoru’s hair was a whole event. You invited Suguru and Shoko over to your apartment, and the four of you were laughing in the cramped bathroom together.

You had no idea what you were doing, and the online tutorials didn’t help much.

Satoru was dramatic when he thought you were cutting it too short or jagged, and he was so very picky that it drove you nuts to the point of putting the scissors down and leaving. But then he hugged your legs and apologized cutely, so you came back. Suguru and Shoko had to get it on camera because it was pure comedy.

“Alright, fairy princess. How did I do?” you asked Satoru.

He checked himself out in the mirror. His jawline and shorter hair drove you a bit wild, it was hard to contain yourself.

“It’s okay.” He replied cheekily.

“Just “okay”?! I put my soul into this!”

He grinned. “I’m just teasing.” He said, “I like it. Now let’s test it out.”

You looked confused. “Test it out?”

“Play with my hair.” He explained, “And tell me you like how it feels or else I’ll cry.” He added dramatically.

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