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cyberchronics · 2 months

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・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

choso kamo + make up sex ♡

★ cunnilingus as an apology, choso is an eater, bed humping, no power dynamics ★

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choso doesn't get into arguments with you. he's always patient with you, staying quiet even when he knows you're wrong and fixing things behind your back to make sure you won't get upset. for you, he's willing to keep his temper under control. but that isn't to say he never slips

it's never intentional. but sometimes after a long day, his will crumbles and he accidentally lashes out. the harsh words taste like poison as he spits them, and when you mumble out a soft apology before slinking away instead of yelling back it's as if his heart is being torn out.

he always regrets it. emotions are still a bit hard on him, making him unable to find the right words no matter how hard he tries. but there is another way… and actions always speak louder than words, right? why would he spend days trying to come up with a semi-decent apology when he can say sorry and make both of you feel better at the same time?

eating you out all night long is just the sensible solution. it's what any rational person would do, curse or otherwise.

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It's late when Choso slips into your shared bedroom. He had spent the last twenty minutes trying to make himself forget about the way he overreacted, cringing internally as the scene of him blowing up at you for the tiniest thing replays once more. Such a stupid thing to get upset over, yet he still made you get that sad look on your face and hole yourself up in the room. At least he has a foolproof method to make everything better.

He's always quiet at night, but when he's focused on making you feel good he practically goes non-verbal. Slender fingers pull back the blanket, massaging your thighs gently to gauge if you even want his touch. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth when you spread your legs slightly, sitting up slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

“Relax.” The low voice is accompanied by a squeak of the mattress, the sound echoing through the room as he settles between your legs. “Let me make it up to you.” Choso pulls at your hands as he kisses up the soft skin of your thighs, squeezing them just hard enough to get your attention and placing them on his head. He's gentle yet firm in his actions, kissing and biting at it until your hips buck down towards him.

As if that wasn't enough to remind him just how much you love this position, the way your lacy panties start to dampen gives you away. He presses his lips to your puffy clit through your underwear, teasing you momentarily before pulling them to the side without a care.

Being face to face with your shiny cunt makes him feel dizzy. You smell like his favorite soap, filling his nose with floral sweetness and drawing him in more and more. It doesn't take long for him to commit fully and lean it, pressing sloppy kisses to your cunt.

He's always been a messy eater. Pressing his face into you, spreading your juices over his face without a care, and using his thumb to coax out even more of that sweet nectar. Those skilled hands know just how to make you feel good, thick tongue bullying its way inside of you and bringing you to the edge of orgasm in no time.

Choso clearly feels it too, his hips rolling against the rough mattress for friction and soft moans sending vibrations up your spine. “On my tongue.” He chants quietly, pulling your legs over his shoulder and burying himself against your soft pussy. “Want to taste you.” The precum making a stain in his pants doesn't matter. All he's focused on is when you finally let him hear that distinct whine he's blessed with every time he manages to push you over the edge.

That rough tongue eagerly laps up your cum, not wasting a drop even as you arch off the bed and squeeze his head with your thighs like you're trying to kill him. By the time you manage to catch your breath, Choso looks ruined. He rests his chin on your stomach with his ponytails barely holding up anymore, his face shining with the proof of your love and a pleased look on his face.

There's a moment of silence as you make eye contact, basking in the post-orgasm haze together before he lets his hair down and reorganizes it into a messy bun. His eyes return to your own, giving you a telling grin before he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

He still hasn't finished apologizing to you. It's a good thing the night is still young, isn't it?

・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: everytime I can talk about this man giving head I will... you don't understand how special he is to me :333 // next fic will be up next week, a fun little multipost ive had on the brain

#jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #kamo choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #pushing the eater choso agenda #i don't think u understand how in depth I've thought about this

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126dvtn · 2 years

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— hand in hand.

summary : hand holding with the genshin men.

cw : tsundere!scara but that’s nothing new ; mention of balls

genre : fluff ; established relationship

characters : diluc, kaeya, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

diluc ragnvindr ; security in all its glory.

diluc’s hands are large, firm, secure. he wraps his hand around yours with the intent of protecting it- protecting you- and you feel it in the way he lightly squeezes it. many a times he rubs circles on your skin, soothing your nerves along with his own. he prefers touching you with his gloves on; his calloused palm being his source of concern. (please take those gloves off and kiss his hands. even his toughest sides need to be loved).

diluc loves holding your hand at any time of the day. his favourite time would be when you’re asleep- when he knows you’re in your most vulnerable state and you trust him to be with you. his next favourite moment is when you take his hand in yours instead. he’s reminded that trust goes both ways- and he trusts that you can protect his heart just as he can yours.

kaeya alberich ; a youthful display of feelings.

when kaeya holds your hands, he is playful. his gestures are light and teasing; an indication of his feelings towards you. he attunes much of his attention to holding your hand while being subtle about it. sometimes, his thumb travels through the crevice between your hands just to tickle the flesh of your palm; though he denies it when you confront him. sometimes, he draws balls on the back of your hand until you notice and tell him off for it.

despite his teasing, kaeya knows to be straightforward with his feelings as well. the times he silently kisses your knuckles is a great example of that. in the end, his favourite thing about holding your hand is that other people get to see that he’s yours, and you’re his. it’s an easy public announcement that shows how much you’re both madly in love, and nothing else can beat that.

xiao ; connecting with whom he loves.

xiao takes care when he tasks himself with holding your hands. he spends much time watching your reactions and seeing what makes you comfortable. when it comes to him, though, his favourite way to hold hands with you would be the pinky link. it’s the perfect means to stay connected with you- subtle, delicate, and somehow intimate. and when your pinky gets tired, he’s quick to switch to the ring finger, then the next, and so on.

most of the time, xiao holds your hand upon your request. if it’s what you want, and what you love doing, then he’s willing to do it for you. but he realises his own fondness of the act over time. he loves that he bonds with you without having to say anything. he loves that he gets to touch you in a way that doesn’t overwhelm him. he loves that he’s with you, and you’re there, and that’s all that matters.

kaedahara kazuha ; the comfort that goes both ways.

hand holding is a comfort-based act, according to kazuha. to ensure that the maximum level of comfort is attained, he links your arms before holding your hands. the cycle of warmth is what he likes to call it. with your arms intertwined, his first instinct is to lean his head on your shoulder. it’s the feeling of peace that makes him love this intimate gesture, and it’s that exact feeling that makes him never want to let go.

kazuha especially loves holding your hand in nature. it’s a leisurely activity- listening to the winds, listening to you, all while being near you. whether it’s under a large tree or against a warm boulder, he’ll never pass up the chance to rejuvenate with your arm in his. and as much as he feels the comfort, he always makes sure that you feel it too.

scaramouche ; silently, but surely.

scaramouche isn’t a big fan of hand holding. at least that’s what he insists on, despite constantly bumping the backs of your hands “on accident”. in the moments when you reach out and grab onto his fingers, however, he welcomes you and curls his hand to secure your grip. he is silent- barely acknowledging the act. but he’s mindful, careful not to let your fingers slip out of his. sometimes, he gives squeezes that are too soft to notice- but you notice either way.

when it comes to when and where he likes to hold your hand, the answer would be a neutral nowhere in particular. he’s indifferent, neither avoiding or initiating the act. when you go to grasp his hand, though, his heart leaps in joy. it’s like a reassurance that he still has a place in your heart. and he tries to reciprocate that energy- hence his tiny “accidents” with the back of your hands.

#writefie #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #fluff #shelf : local works ༉ ‧ ₊˚

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writerofthewinds · 1 year

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I'm the one who requested the reader w/ anger issues honestly you can choose just whatever you think is best or smth <33

Jason Grace x boyfriend with anger issues

P.S: i did a fanfic based on one of the headcanons: here

At first, Jason is a bit hesitant to approach you when you're in the middle of a rage episode. He's not sure how to handle it, and he's worried that he might make things worse if he says the wrong thing.

However, over time, Jason learns that the best thing he can do is simply be present for you. He doesn't try to fix your anger, he just sits with you and listens as you vent. When you're really worked up, Jason has found that it's helpful to use physical touch to ground you. He might hold your hand or put a hand on your shoulder, just to remind you that you're not alone.

Jason is also really good at recognizing when you're about to hit your breaking point. He can read the signs in your body language and tone of voice, and he'll gently suggest that it's time to take a break and step away from the situation for a bit.

In general, Jason is incredibly patient and non-judgmental when it comes to anger issues. He knows that it's not your fault and that it's something you're working on. He's there to support you, not to judge you.

One thing that really helps you calm down is when Jason tells you stories about his own experiences with anger as he's been raised by wolves. He's had his fair share of outbursts in the past, and he's not afraid to share his mistakes with you he shares with you the times when he barked at people or when he jumped and bit a member of the first cohort. It makes you feel less alone and more understood. Now you understand why he's feral in bed (hihihihihi)

Jason has also learned how to anticipate your triggers, and he'll try to help you avoid situations that might make you angry.

He's always willing to listen to you vent, even if it means putting his own problems on hold for a while.

When you're feeling particularly angry or upset, Jason will often suggest going for a walk or doing some other physical activity to help you work off your emotions.

He's not afraid to be firm with you when you need it, but he's always kind and supportive.

Sometimes, Jason will use humor to help diffuse your anger. He'll crack a joke or make a silly face, and it'll help you shift your focus away from your anger.

Jason is a great listener, and he never interrupts you or tries to talk over you when you're venting.

He's always willing to help you come up with strategies for managing your anger, whether it's through therapy or mindfulness exercises.

When you're feeling really down, Jason will often surprise you with little gestures of affection, like bringing you your favorite snack or leaving a note on your bunk.

Jason is a great role model for you in terms of how to handle your anger. Seeing how he's able to stay calm and centered in difficult situations helps you to aspire to do the same.

You feel really safe around Jason, and you know that he would never judge you or think less of you because of your anger issues.

Sometimes, Jason will suggest that the two of you meditate together, and it's surprisingly effective at helping you calm down.

When you're in the middle of an anger episode, Jason never takes it personally. He knows that it's not about him, and he never gets defensive or upset.

Even when you're really angry, you always feel like Jason is on your team. He's your biggest supporter, no matter what.

You've noticed that the other campers seem to trust Jason when it comes to dealing with your anger. They know that he's got your back and that he's able to help you calm down.

Sometimes, when you're feeling particularly vulnerable, you'll find yourself seeking out Jason's company without even realizing it. Just being near him helps you feel more secure and at peace.

After the first time that Jason hugs you and puts his face between his pecs to help you calm down, you start to realize that it's become one of your favorite ways of coping with your anger.

You've even started to joke with Jason about how he should patent his technique and start a new anger management program for demigods.

Sometimes, when you're feeling really upset, you'll even ask Jason to hug you before you start to feel angry. You know that his embrace has a calming effect on you, and you love the way it makes you feel.

Once, when Jason was away on a quest, you had a really bad anger episode that lasted for hours. All of the other campers tried to help you, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, one of them suggested calling Jason, and as soon as he arrived, your anger began to dissipate. From that moment on, the other campers knew that Jason was the go-to guy for dealing with your anger.

You've started to notice that the more time you spend with Jason, the less frequently you have anger outbursts. It's like his presence alone helps to ground you and keep you centered.

Sometimes, when you're feeling particularly anxious or upset, you'll lean your head against Jason's chest and listen to his heartbeat. It's a soothing sound that helps to calm you down and remind you that everything's going to be okay.

Jason never makes a big deal out of helping you with your anger. He's just there for you, no questions asked, and you appreciate that more than anything.

You've noticed that the other campers are starting to emulate Jason's techniques for dealing with your anger. They'll offer to take you for a walk or suggest that you do some breathing exercises, just like Jason does.

Every time you have an anger episode, you can't help but think about how lucky you are to have Jason in your life. He's made such a huge difference in your ability to manage your emotions, and you're so grateful to have him as a partner.

Overall, Jason is an incredibly calming presence in your life. Even when he's not actively helping you with your anger, just knowing that he's there for you is enough to help you feel more grounded and secure.

Thx for that request and btw this gave me a fic idea imma write it brb.

And PLZ SEND ME SOME MORE THX

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teabutmakeitazure · 1 year

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Ahh thank you for answering!Take as much time as you need<3

I loved the way you wrote for Pierro so :3

“Why do you care?"(Pierro)

This can be read as a continuation to this post

The sound of Pierro's heels clicking against the polished floor floods the hallway. His only comrade is the dread of facing you again, the last encounter having ended at your demand of seeing Teyvat.

He had left almost immediately after the argument. Perhaps Pierro thought that being engulfed in his work would bring about a feeling of peace, but all it did was irritate the harbinger further. This is for your own good, he thinks.

A door, tall and imposing, separates him from you, the hallway from the bedroom. Even reaching for the doorknob is painful, for he knows what's going to come next.

Tears. That is what he is greeted with.

They swiftly run down your cheeks, and Pierro finds his heart shrinking painfully at the sight. The room is cold, and you are seated on the chair by the window in nothing but a dainty nightgown. You must be cold, so he immediately sheds off his coat and places it over your shoulders.

No reaction. Sniffles continue as he seats himself opposite to you. A table is in between you both, and Pierro finds the setting to be akin to an interrogation so he drags the chair to your side and then sits.

Again, you refuse to give a reaction. Your eyes longingly gaze outside the window, watching the snowy terrain as more snow falls. Pierro finds the silence agonising. There is no crackling fireplace and no incessant rambling from your side.

If he hadn't known any better, he would believe that you are cross. However, he realises that what you feel is disappointment and he is fully prepared to rectify it. A hand is placed on your own before he speaks, but before the latter can occur, you've shrugged it off and shrinked into yourself.

Ah. So you're not willing to talk? Well that is certainly going to pose a problem. Your tantrums usually start with him receiving the silent treatment, followed by you making yourself scarce by locking yourself in the study which is succeeded by your outburst of fury where you remind Pierro of just how much destruction lies beneath your skin.

He thought he had quelled it long ago, but it sometimes resurfaces as a taunt to his inabilities.

A hand, warm and reassuring, places itself on your shoulder. Any attempt to shrug it off if unsuccessful for Pierro is unwilling to let go this time. Your malicious gaze pierces through him, but he remains firm.

"Get your hand off of me," you seethe.

Pierro merely shakes his head. "I would appreciate it if you spoke to me. Acting like a child and throwing tantrums is beneath you, my dear."

"Why do you care? Your only concern is this snowy land called Snezhnaya. Nothing else."

Pierro thinks he saw a spark in your eyes again, and before he could even conjure up a response for your little jab, he finds himself wanting to soothe you instead.

"My concern is you," he whispers as though revealing a secret. "I have many things to deal with, but you, my dear, come first."

The spark in your eyes dies out and is replaced by a bottomless pit devoid of any emotion. "I only wish you had thought of that before chaining me to you. Had you really loved me, you would never have been so selfish."

To substitute for a lack of words, Pierro chooses action and moves to cup your cheek. However, this act is seen as belittlement in your eyes, and you swiftly get up and leave the room.

As Pierro mentally prepares himself for the fire damage that will inevitably occur, one thought constantly eats away his mind. Why can he not win you over even after centuries?

#genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin x reader #pierro x reader #yandere pierro #yandere pierro x reader

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verystrxxwberry · 28 days

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MOONLIGHT LOVERS; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, ML routes (+ Farah and Leandra), comfort. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: As I promised, the same version as the Eldarya hcs but with ML! I will probably post mcl ones tomorrow, depending on how my study session goes in the morning… Enjoy! ♡

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❖ AARON ;; as soon as he heard your question, he was a little surprised; but he wasn't going to refuse an offer like that. He would bend down a little to fit you perfectly in his arms, surrounding you with protective warmth. Maybe his grip would be a little tight, but not so tight as to overwhelm you, just perfect. One of his hands is on your waist and the other on your head, stroking your hair gently. "Are you okay? Do you need to talk?" It would help you clear your head in the comfort of his embrace, no matter if something bad had really happened or you just needed the hug. He definitely has a quite attractive natural essence that can easily remind someone of the forest and nature. Secretly, everyone in the manor loves Aaron's hugs. Ivan is the one who hides it the least, always hugging Aaron every time he sees him. Bear hugger, definitely.

❖ BELIATH ;; "What a subtle way of saying you want to touch me" He would mock you just with the intention of teasing you a little. No doubt he opens his arms and welcomes you into them. Beliath doesn't hold back with physical contact, and even more when you're the one asking for it. Hugging Beliath is a strange experience, it's not comforting or warm but it does lift your spirits. "No need to ask, if you want to hug me, just do it. It won't bother me at all" He murmurs against your hair, his hands caressing your back. To cheer you up a little more, he'd sway from side to side, reciting some comforting words, sometimes going so far as to say things so out of context that it would make you laugh.

❖ VLADIMIR ;; he’s not the type of person who is into hugs, even though he needs them, he is not used to them and prefers quality time. Anyway, you asking him makes him realize that he also needs to take refuge in someone's arms, so if you are alone, he would hug you and let you see a vulnerable side of him. His grip is firm and quite possessive, that no matter how hard you try to break free in a minute, you won't be able to. Vladimir's hugs are long, in a silent atmosphere and simply enjoying the warmth of the other. You already know that Vladimir is not the kind of person who can properly express his affection with words, so that hug was enough for you to notice the affection he has for you.

❖ RAPHAEL ;; "Yeah, sure, come here" is a hug lover, he enjoys every hug as if it was the last one. Along with Ivan, he’s one of the stickiest huggers in the manor. He initiates the embrace naturally, making you feel welcome and comfortable in his company. He is very gentle, holding you carefully and being patient for as long as you want to hold him. His head rests on your shoulder and in a soft voice he asks "how was your day?", being casual. Raphael is more than willing to listen to you, meanwhile his mind creates different ways to make you happy with whatever he can.

❖ ETHAN ;; a soft laugh would come out of him despite the cruel urge of saying "no" to annoy you. "Maybe, but it's not free" he would say as he gives you a half hug, placing his arm over your shoulders, but finally laughing and completing the hug. Maybe it's a little awkward, as Ethan is all about giving quick hugs and back rubs. If it's in a slightly more delicate context, he'd try not to make some joke that could be misinterpreted and quietly embrace you, letting your head retreat into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. One of his hands would be caressing your back and the other would firmly hold you by the waist.

❖ IVAN ;; he may seem uncomfortable with hugs, but in truth he is simply shy and needs a push to release that clingy side of him. "YES" and he leans towards you to give you one of the longest hugs you've possibly ever been given. He tends to sway from side to side and hum a song if he really has confidence in you. If something really bad happened, he would opt for the tickle method, making you laugh until you cry. Regardless, whether it's a comforting hug or just wanting physical contact, his cheeks would be tinged with a reddish color from happiness. Ivan is happy with hugs.

❖ NEIL ;; he freezes the moment you ask him that, do you really want a hug from him? No but like- really? He would look at you perplexed, and without saying a word, this is the very first time someone has asked him for a hug. He would open his arms and let you melt against his chest, in a somewhat awkward embrace. Neil doesn't know what to do, so he just pats your shoulders. In a polite way, he would keep silent, letting you talk so he can listen to you or just enjoy the warmth of your body. It may be a short and awkward hug, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you, far from it.

❖ FARAH ;; I wish I could receive a hug from her… sigh… As a way of showing affection naturally she resorts to half hugs, wrapping one of her arms over your shoulders. At the moment you ask her to do so, a small smile would escape her lips to then embrace you firmly, offering support and protection. Her hugs are useful to relax you, and many times even to make you get some sleep. And if you need to cry, do it, she’s there all the time you need, and while hugging her. She definitely will kiss your forehead and say “I love you.” Beemoov I need you to give me content of her…

❖ LEANDRA ;; “Oh, clingy, aren’t we?” Just like her brother, her intention is to mock you in order to embarrass you and then embrace you ofc -she couldn’t lose that chance-. Leandra is not such a fan of hugs, so maybe it's a short hug, but somehow, one of those hugs that brightens your day slightly. If the hug goes a little longer than normal, she would teasingly bite you or just tickle you.

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it!

#: ̗̀➛ alex's moonlight lovers hcs!#moonlight lovers #headcanons #ethan #aaron #beliath #ivan #vladimir #raphael #leandra #farah #neil #beemoov #eldarya

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emmies-agere · 3 months

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hi. okay nervous to request this. maybe caregiver damon maitsu headcannons , with a young (but not baby) boy regressor,,, 🤕

hi anon! thank you so much for requesting this (don’t be afraid to send any requests in, i’m always happy to do them!) omg i love project eden’s garden so much <3 everytime i receive a request for it i literally get so excited,, i hope that i wrote for damon well and that you like it! take care and have a wonderful day :D

caregiver damon maitsu headcanons!

•as a caregiver, damon would do his best to always look out for you! i think that initially, he would have to do some research on age regression. after that— he would be willing to take care of you! he just wants to make sure he understands and looks after you properly <3

•he might be a little hesitant the first few times he looked after you, but he’ll quickly get the hang of it! he doesn’t want to make you feel embarrassed and he wants you to be able to trust him.

•if you’re curious about something, he will never turn down questions! if you ask him why the sky is blue or if water is wet or not, he’ll first ask you what you think. he’ll carefully listen to what you have to say before providing an explanation!! (though he tries to put it into terms that make sense)

•he doesn’t use many pet names, but i think he would definitely call you kiddo and dear!!

•always makes sure you’re close to him if you ever regressed in public. rest assured that there’s no chance of you getting lost in a store, or wandering off to another street. he makes sure you’re holding his hand in a crowded area and never lets you wander out of his sight for too long.

•damon tries to loosen up a little around you! your regression should help you have fun and feel safe, and if that means having a tea party with your stuffed animals or coloring on the floor with you... he will absolutely do that! (don’t tell his classmates, though!)

•pretty firm about bedtimes and routines. he makes sure everything is laid out clearly for you, like how you need to brush your teeth before bed and what time you do need to sleep. he likes the order of it, but he won’t be upset if you need some reminders here and there! the only reason he really has these rules is so you can take care of yourself.

•damon would love reading you books! he’ll read you some chapter books from his childhood, or if you were feeling particularly young, some colorful picture books!

•when it comes to physical affection, he kind of treats you like a dad sending his kid off for school haha!! puts a hand on your shoulder and pats your back if you were proud of something. he’ll hold your hand sometimes too, but he doesn’t do much else. (if you initiated anything though, he’d return it without hesitation!)

•damon has a soft spot for you. he probably won’t admit it, but he’ll buy you the plushie you’re eyeing at the store. he’ll notice when you’re down and try to cheer you up. if you’re struggling to reach something, he’ll always grab it for you.

•speaking of which— if you were ever sad when regressed, or you just had a bad day, damon would take extra care to be gentle with you. definitely murmurs something along the lines of, “hey, hey, what’s the matter, kiddo?”.

•he would sit beside you and ask you if you wanted to talk about it, and if you didn’t, he’d just stay by your side. sometimes, that’s enough, and he wants you to know he’s there.

•if you did want to talk about it, he’d try to find solutions to what was bothering you, even if all he can do is suggest things you two can do that might make you feel better.

•damon is honestly a very sweet caregiver— he’s doing his best for you and he always wants you to know that he loves you so very much <3

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Harry was doing his same script, he’s been starting every show but addressing the circular stage.

“Sometimes you’ll get m’face and sometimes you’ll get m’ass. Please, let me know if y’have a preference,” He gives the crowd a cocky grin, it widens when the audience goes insane with whistles and screams.

YN is standing off to the side, where she always stands with Harry’s friends and family who come and go - visiting them.

Harry’s eyes dart to his wife, when he sees her rolls her eyes at him, he points at her, speaking right into the microphone, “And you’ll be gettin’ the ass baby!”

The arena is near deafening with the fans who are fawning and cooing at the couples interactions, they all look back to YN.

She blows him a kiss and he dramatically snatches, smacking it right on his backside with a cheeky wink and purse of his lips.

He goes on with the show in his stunning red outfit that fit for Saint Louis perfectly - YN was matching him in a dark satin orange slinky dress that was undeniably sexy. It had Harry feeling her up backstage before he went on. ***

The fans loved that the couple matched at every concert.

YN loved watching her husband perform and after that comment about her getting his ass…well, it gave her some ideas for later.

The way the shirt he was wearing wasn’t buttoned enough so she could see the glisten on his chest, how the trousers hugged his perky backside like a sin.

It may be wrong, but everybody in this arena wanted him.

They want to hug him, kiss him, blow him, fuck him - but the only one who got that was her and she basked in it.

As Harry finishes with Kiwi, losing his absolute shit, YN and everyone else starts to head backstage. YN waves to a few fans and stops for a selfie or two before disappearing.

When Harry runs back to join, after dashing from center stage, he automatically finds his wife and wraps her up into a tight hug.

“Ew, bun. You’re extra sweaty, you definitely need to go shower,” YN crinkles her nose, pushing him off as he does stink a bit and is just sticky from sweat.

Usually, Harry would coerce his wife into joining him but they had quite a few friends who came to see the concert and YN was expected to entertain them.

“I’ll be thinkin’ about you, flower,” He teases, nipping her ear before chatting with their friends for a moment before he’s trailing off to shower and change.

YN waits a few minutes, enough time to guarantee he was already in the shower - soaping up.

She punches in the code to his locked dressing room, a soft smirk on her face as she steps over where he’s strewn the orange ensemble to purposefully piss off Harry Lambert - like always.

When she opens the bathroom door, she makes sure to be as quiet as possible - same as when she shuts and locks it behind her.

It a modern, standard shower stall and Harry is standing facing away from his wife - scrubbing his hair roughly to get the styling gel and grime out.

Harry’s shoulders are so broad.

His back is just…beautiful.

It’s so muscular, defined, and strong as he flexes his arms forward. Then her eyes trail down to his backside.

His bum was small, she loved to tease him and pinch it but it was muscular as well from those squats and wall sits he does in the gym.

After she quickly undresses, she steps in behind him into shower - pressing her chest up against his wet back and wrapping her arms around his waist.

Harry startles, nearly jumping out of his own skin before huffing out a laugh and leaning back into his wife, relaxing - well more like melting as he puts his weight on her.

“Thought y’were some crazy fan,” He jokes, hand coming down to cup the hers on his waist but frowning when she pulls back.

“Against the wall,” YN murmurs firmly, pushing him gently until his chest is against the tile and the shower head is pounding on his back and shoulders.

Harry shuffles forward, willingly albeit confused about what was going on and his wife’s demeanor as the cold of the wall hardens his nipples.

“Baby? Y’alright-“

“Did you wash yourself up already?” YN asks directly, hands rubbing softly at his sides, squeezing where his mini love handles are.

“M’body? Yeah, why-“

She cuts him off again, lips on his shoulder blade, “You told the crowd and me that I was getting your ass. I’m just holding you to your word.”

And when Harry realizes what’s about to go down, he lets out a low, explicit moan that echos throughout the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby, yeah,” He babbles excitedly, it wasn’t like this was something rare for them. They normally incorporated ass play into their sex life.

It was something about catching him off guard, when he’s vulnerable, and the post-show adrenaline has already worn off - making him malleable and pliant for his wife.

“You want to be all cocky, arrogant on stage, right? But look at you now, whining for your wife to touch you,” YN teases sharply, hand drifting down to squeeze his cheek hard enough to make him squeak.

“Baby. I’m yours, I’m yours,” He gasps, voice turning into a raspy yet high begging tone.

It was a tone of his voice that nobody in that crowd had or would ever hear. No, it was saved for her when she had him like this, like nobody else ever will.

“You don’t think I know that, Harry?” His wife laughs, fingers moving to sneak between his cheeks, pressing tightly against where he’s aching for her.

She continues, “God, I think everyone knows your mine. You can’t keep your eyes off me during the concert, parade around your wedding band, make sure my tattoo is always visible.”

“It’s ‘cause you- oh fuck, s’cause y’my soulmate,” Harry moans, pushing back on her fingers - wanting more but she wasn’t willing, “Need more, darlin’, m’close.”

She really wasn’t even doing much beside pressing at him, pushing in just the tiniest amount but he was grinding his hips against the wall a bit and her tits felt so good on his back.

Sometimes when he came off stage, he had absolutely no stamina.

Normally he could last but when he was adrenaline high and had basically edge himself in front of tens of thousands of people, it wasn’t going to be a long event.

“That’s really sad, H. Reminding me of when we were teenagers and you couldn’t last,” YN ends her rude statement with a bite to his shoulder before dragging her teeth down a bit.

It was just fun to get Harry worked up, he still acted the same from when they were younger - he’d get bratty and demanding, whiney, his chest and neck bloom into a soft pink color, and his eyes are a bit wet.

“Still just as much of a fool f’you, tha’s why,” Harry puffs out, hands continuously clenching and releasing over and over against the wall - like he wants to just make Harry wife touch him, tortured by her teasing.

“Fine, fine,” YN simpers, as if he was being a pain but she slips down onto her knees - hands dragging down his back and then his lean, solid thighs.

But in typical Harry behavior, he turns back and looks over his shoulder, “Sunflower, y’knees? We can move out of the shower.”

“Shush up,” She accentuates her words with a heavy handed smack to his right cheek and she chuckles when he gasps out a quiet, “Fuck.”

YN cups his cheeks, spreading them and leaning forward.

As soon as her tongue hits where he’s hot and tight, his legs twitch, and he puts his hands on the wall to brace himself.

“Darling, baby, baby,” Harry mewls, pushing back for more and hissing when she licks into him - his ring-bare hand leaning back to thread into her hair.

YN was planning to draw this out but she only gets a few directed laps before he’s moaning obsencenly, loud enough to hear through the god damn arena.

And then he’s gripping his cock, giving one firm tug, and he’s coming with pants and unfiltered, inconsiderate shouts of pleasure.

“S’good, m’good wife. S’no one better than you. Y’the only one who makes me feel like this. Crave y’like a drug, flower,” He praises endlessly, he turns around and helps her up - kissing her harshly.

When his hand comes to sneak between her thighs, she shakes her head and murmurs, “We don’t have time, H. Everyone is waiting on us.”

He pouts with his swollen pink lips, “I’ll take care of y’are the hotel, promise.”

“Mm,” She agrees, scrubbing the leftover shampoo bubbles from his hair as he tucks his face into her neck and tries make himself smaller.

Harry always gets a little sheepish after she does anything that makes him feel vulnerable, needs reassurance from her.

“Only with you, m’yours. Y’own my heart, ‘ave since we were fifteen,” Harry murmurs into her neck.

When they get themselves together, dressed, and exit the bathroom into the dressing room.

Harry Lambert is irritated as he is picking Harry’s clothing off the floor and putting it back on the hanger.

The stylist gives them a look, a knowing look, as he hangs the trousers on the rack.

“Fuck off,” The singer huffs, tugging his wife by the hand out of the room and to the car waiting for them.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years

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Hello so glad to see you write for Shinichiro!! Could I have some headcanons of spending the day as Shinichiro’s s/o with Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma? Maybe having a picnic or going to the mall together? Just some fluffy Sano family time!

spending a day with shinichiro sano (feat. emma & manjiro sano): headcanons

[𖤐] hii anon; thank you for requesting this!! it was so cute and fluffy to write i kinda melted a little bit when i was writing this aaaa, i hope you like it!! <333

❧ masterlist

✂︎ honestly, the day was supposed to be just a casual date with shinichiro; going to the mall and doing some window shopping and maybe buying a few things, then going to the food court to get some food before riding to the riverside to watch the sunset. nothing really out there, but just spending time with him was enough for you, so you didn’t really need any sort of fancy date.

✂︎ at least, that was the original plan. you weren’t sure how you had ended up taking emma and mikey along with the two of you, but frankly, you didn’t really mind. there’s probably a lot of other people who would have some...thoughts, if their boyfriend’s little siblings tagged along on their date, but emma and mikey were always such sweethearts, (to you at least) so you actually thought it was a nice change of pace.

✂︎ hm, well, now that you think about it, the both of them coming wasn’t really supposed to happen in the first place. it was pretty nice weather out, so you and shinichiro had decided to walk to the mall instead of taking his bike. the both of you had figured it would be a nice change of pace and that the fresh air would do both of you some good, but you two were so wrapped up in your conversation with each other that you didn’t even notice the steps following you two. it wasn’t until you were almost at the mall that you and shinichiro had realized emma and mikey had tagged along.

“what were you thinking of buying, (y/n)?”

“hm, i’m not really too sure yet, maybe some-”

“i can’t believe that didn’t see us the entire walk!! we’re just that stealthy, emma!”

“what the hell-”

✂︎ and just like that, your date was crashed by the two little kids who had followed you on your way to the mall. according to emma, the only reason she was here was because she was trying to stop mikey, but by the time she finally was able to pull him back, she didn’t know how to get back home, so she just decided to follow you. according to mikey, he had followed you two because...well, just because he wanted to.

✂︎ mikey’s response earned him a punch on the head from shinichiro, who started yelling about how he can’t just crash his date, ‘just because he wants to’.

✂︎ it was obvious from his body language that shinichiro was feeling pretty exasperated from all this, and you can’t really blame him. i mean, who would expect for their little brother to purposefully follow him while he goes on a date?

“sorry about this (y/n), i should’ve noticed they were following us sooner. if you don’t mind, i can run them back real quick while you go look at some shops, how’s that?”

“...hm, actually, if it doesn’t bother you, how about we just take them with us? i don’t really mind that they came along; i really like emma and mikey, and if we take them with us, then you don’t have to go all the way back. is that alright with you?”

“are you sure, (y/n)? mikey can be a little troublemaker sometimes-”

“hey, shut up!! am not!!”

“yes you are!!”

“i’m sure it’s fine, now both of you stop yelling at each other, people are staring!!”

✂︎ gonna be honest here, the two of you looked like a family when you walked into the mall. mikey was sitting on shinichiro’s shoulders while shinichiro kept a firm grip on his legs, and emma was holding your much bigger hand in her smaller one, looking around a bit curiously.

✂︎ as you all walk around, looking at the different shops, there’s going to be a lot of commentary about literally everything from mikey. he’s going to be commentating on everything he sees, whether it’s clothing or a food stand that he wants to go try, his commentary will just be endless.

“do girls really wear that sort of thing??”

“woah, that looks super cool!”

“can we get the dorayaki that’s over there, (y/n)-nii?!”

✂︎ you’ll probably start to notice emma’s longing glances at some of the things that she sees in the windows. she won’t really say anything about it, but you can tell that it’s something she wants, so you’ll go into a couple of the stores with her, asking what it is that she wants. she’ll definitely be surprised at first, but she’ll get really excited that you’re willing to get stuff for her and will show you the things that she thinks are pretty. she’ll probably start talking about how she wants to be able to wear all of the cute stuff she saw in some of the other windows someday, so you just ruffle her hair and tell her that when the time comes, you’ll definitely buy it for her.

✂︎ your actions don’t go unnoticed by shinichiro, so he’ll just be waiting for you outside the store with mikey, looking at you with a small smile on his face. he doesn’t know why, but whenever he sees you getting along with her and mikey, it just warms his heart and reminds him of how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

“stop staring at (y/n)-nii, it’s weird.”

“wha- i wasn’t-!”

“yes you were! i saw you!!”

“be quiet mikey, i’m trying to have my moment!”

✂︎ ah, well, he actually does know why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees you smiling and getting along with emma and mikey, but he’ll save that for later.

✂︎ when you and emma walk out of the store, the giddy smile on her face makes shinichiro smile down at her before turning his gaze to you, who was looking at her with a giant grin on your face as well.

“let’s go look at some more places?”

“definitely!!”

✂︎ emma is a lot more vocal from that point onward, pointing out all the different things in the shops that she thinks would look best on you. she actually has a pretty good fashion sense, so you ended up buying some of the stuff that she suggested.

✂︎ she’ll even have you try on all the clothing that she picked out for you so that you can show shinichiro, (she whispers to you it’s so that he’s struck with love when he sees you). her plan definitely worked though; when you came out of the dressing room in the clothes she had picked out for you, shinichiro was wordless for a few moments, so captivated by you that he doesn’t even know what it is he should say. he’ll probably stutter out some words after a few moments, the broken sentence resembling that of a compliment, but you’re not quite sure since it’s all pretty broken up.

“wow, uh, you look, uh...wow, you’re very...wow…”

“shinichiro-nii, can’t you think of anything else?! i thought you were supposed to be their boyfriend!! you’re making my plan fail!!”

✂︎ mikey will probably be more interested in going to the food court, and will be asking every five minutes when you guys can be finished with window shopping so that he can eat because he’s absolutely starving, (it’s a lie, he just wants dorayaki).

✂︎ you’ll probably tell shinichiro that he should probably get some new clothing as well, with emma chiming in that his taste in clothes is kinda boring and that he should spice up his wardrobe, (he feels very wounded by this and puts a hand to his heart as if he’s been fatally shot). with that, the four of you will start to look for new clothes for shinichiro. it’s quite the serious mission, so the three of you will be closely examining him whenever he steps outside of the dressing rooms. it’s also like you three are judges at a fashion show, and if you could, you would all be holding up numbers that were rating his outfits, (the employees are fairly amused by all of this).

✂︎ after you all finally find some new clothes for shinichiro, you’ll be making your final stop at the food court, the place mikey has been pestering you about going to for the entire time you were there. he immediately dragged you all over to the dorayaki place, eagerly asking if he could get one. really though, how could you say no to those eyes?

✂︎ after getting everyone something to eat, you’ll all be sitting down, emma and mikey chomping down and their food, and you and shinichiro resting your feet after all the walking you had just done.

“remind me to never bring you to the mall on a date again.”

“what, you didn’t have fun?”

“no! no, that’s not it, i just...my wallet feels lighter than before…”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, i swear.”

“but you love me.”

“...yes.”

✂︎ by the time you all are done with your food and are exiting the mall, it’s dark out, and emma and mikey are barely able to keep their eyes open, meaning that for the walk home, you were carrying emma on your back and shinichiro was carrying mikey. the walk back was rather peaceful, but what you enjoyed the most was the whispered conversation you were keeping up with your boyfriend, who was complaining about how mikey was drooling on his neck and he could feel it dripping down to his shoulder.

✂︎ after putting both the kids in their respective bedrooms and tucking them in, the two of you just crash on shinichiro’s bed, tired from all the events that had happened that day. you really had to admit though, it was times like these that you would always remember the most. the way he looked like when he was beside you, his eyes already closed as he rested his head on your arm. god, he looked so pretty…

“hmm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“just fixing the hair of my beautiful boyfriend, that’s all.”

“i see...carry on then.”

✂︎ neither of you bothered to change out of your clothes into pajamas, just deciding to leave them on and stay in each other’s embrace. in your opinion, there was truly no better way to end a day than to have shinichiro on your arms, his head fixed into the crook of your shoulder as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“love you so much (y/n)...”

“mhm, i love you too.”

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xiaowhore · 3 years

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secret admirer hcs

albedo

It wasn't as though you were anyone special.

You had two eyes, two ears, two arms and two legs, possessing a single heart and a single stomach. A quick once over of your anatomy suggested you were entirely human—clearly, you didn't need a thorough examination just to surmise you were completely ordinary.

Still, Albedo couldn't bring himself to stop staring.

You were nothing of importance. Nothing like the fascinating creatures he observed on the daily, with unique traits and perplexing behaviors. No. You were a mere mortal with no extraordinary characteristics worth gawking over.

So why couldn't he stop looking at you, then?

(Actually, he knew the answer long ago. He was just too afraid to admit it.)

In spite of the rational part of his brain nagging at him to stop, he studied your figure in piqued curiosity regardless. To the small upward quirk of your lips when you smiled, to the slight furrow of your brow when you felt distressed. The faint sparkle in your eyes when you retold your bravest adventures, and the indistinct tremble of your shoulders when you tried your hardest to keep your laughter.

Yes, your grin of glee was a sight he'd definitely yearn to paint and keep as his greatest treasure.

(Sometimes, he worries if you had already noticed his incessant staring at your lips.)

He admired you, truly. You simply emanated warmth and kindness, subtly drawing people closer to your bright light, until it was too late when he realized his heart had been captured and he's in too deep to discard the blossoming affection blooming into the depths of his heart. It was most likely inevitable, he'd come to know—there was no escaping the feelings that stirred upon him.

And yet it was incredibly unfair how you stole his attention so easily. Your short expeditions left him concerned with each week that passed by without your return, and on the other hand, your nearby presence would heighten all of his senses. His heart would pound startlingly rapid—an actual cause for concern—and blood would rush to his cheeks, coloring it a rosy hue. He prided over his capability to keep a poker face at any given situation, but your mere gaze burning through his skin was enough to destroy the confidence he had and set his face aflame.

Love was... surprisingly frightening.

(But he didn't mind it. He welcomed the feeling. The simple joys of spending time with you was enough.)

He wasn't very vocal about his feelings. However, he wondered if you were aware of them. You should be—his gaze, whenever pinned on you, lingers a little longer than it should, and the smallest of smiles will habitually grace his lips once he spots you within town. Any mention of your name piques his interest, and the slightest grain of insult directed at your person will push him to grow irritated. Signs so devastatingly obvious that even Sucrose and Klee had figured him out, to which they proceeded to bug him about confessing his feelings. Unsurprisingly, his response to their suggestions was a cold, hard “no”—the time wasn't right for either of you.

That said, though Albedo preferred to keep his affections to himself for the meantime, he would never reject any opportunity to see you. Which was exactly why when he learned you would be partaking in a small exploration trip to Dragonspine, he didn't hesitate from “coincidentally” visiting the same area to conduct research of his own.

His (impulsive) decision wasn't a mistake. Far from it, really. He enjoyed seeing new sights with you, and he's guilty as charged for finding you endearing when you shyly asked for his coat to protect yourself from the chilly temperature. (And, well, no one would know his shameful daydreams about huddling for warmth with you by a fireplace.)

A glimpse of your caring nature would present itself whenever you'd come across a troubled fellow adventurer around the icy mountains, seeking urgent help. You don't hesitate to lend a hand, whether it was to defeat a particularly tricky monster or tend to severe injuries. You never quite stopped leaving Albedo at awe to the extent you'll go just to help someone in need. Not once did you lack the courage necessary to face such fearsome mobs, nor did you become any less selfless.

But sometimes, he forgets bravery can become recklessness, and kindness can result into a needless sacrifice.

So when you arrive at his makeshift workshop all battered and bruised, bleeding from your middle section, he shouldn't have felt as surprised as he had been.

Dread pooled at the pit of his stomach as Sucrose guided your limp body to a small bed, your blood visibly seeping through her clothes. “W-we were ambushed!” she informed him, tone frantic. “There were so many hilichurls, and ruin guards, and [Name] tried to protect everyone, but... but...!”

He rushed to check your current state, attempting to shrug you awake. Yet you were unresponsive, eyes still closed tightly, and worry pricked his gut.

But he didn't let it show. Instilling more panic to his assistant wouldn't do them any good. So with the same indifferent tone he always used, he requested Sucrose to find help from anyone who can carry your body back home while he was busy suppressing your blood loss. She complied obediently with a nod, running out of the workshop in a brisk pace, and Albedo's calm facade dropped.

All refined elegance had left him as he hastily pried open your shirt, breath hitching at the gaping wound on your stomach.

He did not flinch at the scene of your bare skin; that should be the least of his worries. What he should be worried about was the alarming amount of blood you'd spilled.

With the precision of a skilled medic, he made quick work to treat your injury as much as possible, hastily cleaning the wound and careful not to inflict pain on you if there was any chance of you regaining consciousness soon. Crimson stained his fingers in the process, and with anxiety clouding his mind, he didn't notice his hands were trembling until he had finished wrapping you in bandages.

Albedo stared at his shaky hand, trepidation still in his nerves. Fear shook his heart, and he released a sigh. There was no real reason to panic, he reminded himself. He trusted his own abilities, and he was sure you'll survive, he made all the proper arrangements to keep you from dying, and yet-

And yet he was still afraid, because it was you.

He sat down on the chair residing beside the bed, willing himself to stay calm. Indulging in thoughts he shouldn't delve into wouldn't make anything better anyway, so he shook his head to free his mind of concerns. Glancing at your serene expression, he gingerly clasped your hand with both of his own, and his lips thinned into a firm line when he found it utterly limp in his grasp.

It was far too cold for his liking, and he cradled it desperately to retain its warmth.

“You really...” he whispered hoarsely, pressing it to his forehead—as if to pray for your safety to the Archons. “Drive me crazy...”

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo imagines #albedo headcanons #kreideprinz #idk where i was going with this #but here you go

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waiting4inspiration · 2 years

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According to his Plan (Dark!Ivar x Reader)

Summary: The most romantic night of the years doesn't turn out to be so romantic when the power goes out. But for Ivar, it's exactly according to all of his plans...

Warnings: dark!Ivar, angst, dark content, suggestion of being drugged, strong language, consuming alcohol, mentions of break-ups, creepiness from Ivar lol

Word Count: 1,168

Requested by anonymous:

Fuck Valentine's Day Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

Sometimes, it feels like you're cursed. Like Loki really has it out for you and has chosen you as his personal plaything to ruin everything and take away everything and everyone that makes you happy.

And when you're not fighting with your landlord about your rent being late or not being paid in full, you're fighting with them about the constant noise of drilling and banging for these apparent new fire alarm systems that are making it hard for you to sleep at night.

Your desperation for some peace and quiet led you to your ex-boyfriend's brother, the only person in the family that doesn't blame you for the break-up which was caused by a rumor that isn't true. You had no idea where that rumor had come from, but you're just glad you still have Ivar.

You stayed with Ivar for some nights which you're grateful for. It felt nice to not have to stress for just a few hours and just get your energy back up before dealing with your shitty life again in the morning.

But, you can't run from your curse forever, so it seems.

You understand now why some people absolutely detest Valentine's Day. It sucks being alone, being reminded of what happened that led you to be here. There's no amount of wine in the world that can make you feel better tonight.

It makes it worse that you have an unexpected visitor. But because it's Ivar, you're willing to let that go.

"I'm trying to figure out where everything went wrong," you whisper, feeling sorry for yourself as you glance down at the empty glass of wine in your hands. "Everything just happened so quickly, it's all just a blur. I can't believe it's been a year since everything went to shit."

Ivar hums, sits next to you on the couch and starts to pour more wine into your glass from an already open bottle of wine. You thought you had finished what you had.

"I thought you'd start looking for a new place after your roommate got that promotion in Paris," he mentions, making you frown.

You don't think you told him where your roommate got her promotion so how did he know where they went? Maybe you did tell him. Whatever. Everything seems like such a blur anyway.

Shrugging your shoulders, you take a sip of your wine and breathe out a sigh. "Nothing's in this area. And whenever I find something, it gets taken so quickly I never have a chance for it. I'm stuck here, in an apartment I can't afford, and with you as my only friend."

Ivar smiles to himself, turning his body so he can face you fully after getting comfortable in his seat. Because of the 'new fire alarms' that were being installed in your apartment, you had stayed with him for a few days, and that allowed him to get closer to you and you to start trusting him more. It was perfect.

As he runs his tongue over his lips, about to say something, the room is plunged into darkness. The sound of electricity vibrating in the lights and other appliances disappears, and you let out a frustrated groan as you down whatever's left in your wine glass.

"What the fuck is the problem now?" you hiss as you push yourself out of your seat.

"It's not a clever idea to walk around in the dark after drinking as much wine as you have, (Y/n)," Ivar says, his voice as firm as his grip around your wrist and as strong as his pull to get you back in your seat.

Your head spins at the force as you plonk back into the couch, making you blink quickly and try to look for Ivar in the darkness. You hear him pouring more wine into your glass and you shake your head. "I probably shouldn't have more-"

"It's alright." Before you can finish your sentence, Ivar pushes the topped-up wine glass into your hands again. "I'm here to look after you if anything happens."

If your head had been clearer, that would have unnerved you and made you feel a bit uncomfortable. But, thinking that you're somewhat drunk, his words sound caring and sincere.

"Why aren't you drinking?" you ask, and it's like you can't control your hands bringing the glass up to your lips to take another sip.

"I don't drink wine," Ivar says, shifting closer to you as he keeps his eyes on your face.

"You drank wine at Bjorn's birthday."

"We're not going to talk about your ex-boyfriend tonight, (Y/n)," he sternly says, almost making you jump at his harsh tone and then again when he places his hand on your knee.

But you can't bring yourself to move his hand away. Hell, you're struggling to keep your eyes open at this point. You couldn't have drunk so much wine to make you feel like this. You're sure this is only your third glass and you've barely touched it.

"You and I are going to spend the most romantic night of the year together, not talking about him or why he left you or why your roommate left you or how miserable you feel your life is," he says, raising his hand to stroke the back of your cheek with his knuckles. His words swirl in your mind, unable to comprehend them as he pushes your wine glass closer to your lips, encouraging you to carry on drinking. "You have me now and that's all that matters. That's how I wanted things to be. And I always get what I want."

You frown at him, swallowing your sip as you lean against the back of the couch to help ease the feeling that the world is spinning around you. "What are you talking about, Ivar?" you slur, your eyes closing for a long second before you force them open to look at him in the dark again.

This time, his face is a bit closer to yours, his lips almost touching your ear. "I planned it all so that I could have you. That little rumor that made Bjorn break up with you, your little roommate's promotion to move across the country, the inconvenience of these fire alarms that made you stay with me for a few nights." He laughs. "They're not even fire alarms. They're something special that allows me to keep a close eye on you so that I know when you come home, when you leave, who's coming around, or who you're bringing over. I see it all, (Y/n)."

Your stomach turns at his words, your breathing getting heavy as he runs his fingers across your jaw, closer to your wine glass to make you drink it again.

"And you won't even remember that I told you all of this in the morning. My love," he whispers, making sure you drink everything in the glass until there isn't even a drop of wine left.

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love-archon · 3 years

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Shoulder Angel

Summary: Genshin boys as your guardian angel and demon ^^

Zhongli and Childe

• Morax is literally the name of a demon.

• He appears before you on the eve of your contract, sharply dressed in elegant (and form-fitting) clothes, and calmly states his name and titles: a president of hell, overseer of thirty demonic legions, and provider of knowledge of astrology and stone.

• There's a long silence after he's done, as though he's waiting for something... or someone. Then Morax awkwardly clears his throat, and that's when the angel comes crashing in.

• "Be not afraid!" he announces, picking himself up from the floor. You aren't yet sure why you should be afraid of a skinny white boy with orange hair, but you suppose it's just something all angels say.

• You didn't get the angel's name, but when your friends come over and see the two very attractive men in your house that previously weren't there before, he's quick to spin a lie about him being a family friend of yours, Ajax, who's staying with you for an indefinite amount of time.

• Morax is less accustomed to lying on the spot, latching onto Ajax's story and introducing himself as Zhongli... another family friend. Who also coincidentally happens to be staying with you, yes.

• To be honest, Zhongli is nicer to hang out with than Ajax. He is knowledgeable about many things, and recounts grand historical events as though they happened yesterday. His deep, velvety-smooth voice has you unconsciously hanging on to his every word.

• But no matter how civil and friendly he is, take care not to forget what he's really here for. Morax takes contracts seriously, and although he refuses to outright lie, he still wants you to sign the second contract- one that gives him the legal right to claim your soul when you die.

• (Your saving grace is that even though he's not willing to play dirty, the angel certainly is).

• Meanwhile, you're pretty sure that if you make one wrong step when you're out with Ajax, he'll be fired for not protecting you properly. He's always itching for a fight or chasing the thrilling high that comes with danger some other way. But if anyone dares threaten you, he’s immediately at your side, ready to defend you if they come any closer.

• Sometimes, when his focus slips, you see his true form underneath the human glamor- hulking, plated with armor, and a pearlescent wheel for an eye- and suddenly his "be not afraid" line makes much more sense, and terrifyingly so.

• It's never visible for more than a second before Ajax is back, with his lean build and countable freckles and two eyes as blue as the deepest sea, smiling at you reassuringly and pretending nothing happened.

• He trusts you enough to not intervene when you're around Zhongli, because as far as he's concerned, your soul might as well be in Ajax’s palm. But he still delights in tormenting the lesser demons that appear near you, drawn by Morax's power- summoning blades of holy water to easily tear them to shreds.

• What? Just because he's a guardian angel doesn't mean he has to be nice.

Scaramouche and Kazuha

• In the window of time when summer turns to fall, and maple leaves change from green to shades of red, Kazuha comes to you.

• Kazuha is the perfect angel.

• He knows the hidden language of nature, guiding you away from treacherous storms and lightning strikes. Traveling with him means you can sleep safely under the stars without a care, and he's always there with a wise saying or elegant poem that reminds you to do the right thing.

• Although he sounds a little old-fashioned when he speaks, his soft voice and gentle, kind eyes persuade you to listen anyway.

• He's sweet and calm, but always ready to faithfully defend you from evil with his heavenly sword.

• Which is why it vexes him when there's one ancient evil, reeking of ozone, that he just can't seem to exorcise.

• You can't get a real name out of him- he's too spiteful and cunning to ever reveal it to you. It's either Balladeer, or Skirmisher, 散兵, or Scaramouche, which sounds the most like a name instead of a title. So Scaramouche is what you call him... for now.

• He doesn't bother trying to tempt you into anything, and seems determined to hang around you only to be a nuisance. It deeply irritates Kazuha, which only encourages Scaramouche more.

• Then one day he realizes that making you flustered isn't just fun, but also drives the angel up the walls.

• Like a new favorite toy, he quickly figures out what gets the best reactions out of you, but is smart enough to know when to stop before he goes too far. He always does it when Kazuha does something particularly cute or nice to you, dragging your attention away from him.

• Even so, your guardian angel has faith that in the end, you'll do the right thing.

• "I know you'll make the correct choice," Kazuha says to you, smiling gently. The fading light of the sun softens his features even more, making them shine like gold.

• "I know you'll make the correct choice," Scaramouche mockingly drawls, and the air suddenly grows chilly and hums with static. His icy finger draws a line down your arm, making you flinch from the cold. "After all, I'm much better than that angel, right?"

Venti and Xiao

• You're thrown off at first by the angelic wings and snarling mask, respectively. But make no mistake-

• No matter how cute he may be, Barbatos is a duke of hell, who delights in speaking in riddles and encourages you to laze around and procrastinate when you really shouldn't. He jokingly invites you to share a drink with him, and is only stopped by a firm "no" or Xiao appearing behind him with glowing green eyes and a warning growl.

• And despite Xiao sighing in exasperation whenever he has to get you out of trouble, he always appears by your side to defend you wherever you're in danger- you only need speak his name.

• It’s no secret that beneath his distant exterior, Xiao has a soft spot for you, and cares for your wellbeing even if the things humans do mystify him at times.

• Surprisingly, the two of them get along with each other, when Barbatos isn't trying to pull you into one of his schemes ("Barbatos sounds so mean," he whined once, after being scolded by the both of you. "You should call me Venti instead!")

• Xiao had a different name, once, when he was forced to serve a false and evil god. He refuses to speak of it with you, so don't try, but sometimes, late at night, the illusions over his skin come undone, and you’re sad to see just how much damage has been done in his years of servitude.

• You only know that one day, someone came along and freed him, giving him his new name. He refuses to talk about that person either, although it sounds like they're not with him anymore.

• But being granted freedom didn’t remove the agony inflicted on him, and it was Venti’s song that saved him from being consumed by pain. He secretly dreams of being able to dance to that music again, unburdened by his debts. And although he may never admit it, being with you gives him the same lightness in his heart.

• Venti doesn't care about trying to get the upper hand on Xiao or anything. He believes that humans should always have the freedom to choose without outside influence, anyway.

• But sometimes, just to mess with him, he transforms into what must be his real form: a tiny, fairy-like creature dressed in white. He floats around you like a ball of dandelion fluff in a spring breeze, and cutely nuzzles your cheek to make you laugh.

• Then he throws Xiao a smug look when you're not looking, and the guardian's shaky grip on his polearm nearly makes it crack.

#genshin imagines #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #genshin scenarios #my writing

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mxpseudonym · 3 years

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Not Good Enough

Pairing: Luca Changretta x OC (or she/her pronouns reader)

Summary: Luca decides it's time to call it quits before anything dangerous happens. Of course, he hasn't quite thought through how this would go.

Length: 993

Warnings: None

A/N: I love that these are getting longer and longer 😂. This is the same OC from Get a Real Hobby and I Don't Like You, I Just Want You Here Forever.

(By the way, I didn't realize the major plot hole of where exactly does OC live? I don't know how to fix it other than just saying she lives in her own secure luxury apartment that Luca pays for and basically lives in as well cause he's always there. She'll eventually live with Luca.)

She knew when he called her by her first name that something was wrong. It had been ages since Luca had called her anything but Blossom. She almost thought he'd forgotten her name altogether.

"What? What is it?"

She walked slowly from her place at the living room entry to where he sat on her couch, elbows on his knees and hands clasped in prayer. Her heart was thumping loudly, preparing for anything.

"Maybe, maybe we shouldn't get married," Luca said.

She sighed and dropped the bags she held before sitting next to him and placing a hand on her chest.

"Jesus Christ, Luca, you can't scare me like that. And what the fuck are you talking about? Of course, we're getting married," she scoffed, smacking his arm. Under any other circumstance, he'd laugh and tease her for declaring it so clearly and proudly before him. But today was different.

"Listen. My family, we've got trouble, alright? My brothers have made a mess of things overseas. Worse than my mess with the robbery before I got here. I told you about that, didn't I?" He asked.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. Luca told her everything. She gave him a look that told him to get to the point.

"My cousins are stirring things up with the local gangs. I heard some of these kids don't care about honor. They'll take down whoever. I'm not letting that happen to you, alright? You can keep the apartment, and I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about anything."

Luca included the promise while keeping his eyes on the leather shoes she'd helped him pick out that morning. There was a pause before she huffed, shaking her head.

"That's not good enough," she said quietly.

"What,"

"That," she stopped him, loud and firm now as she stood. "That is not good enough. It wouldn't be good enough on an average day, but it's definitely not good enough today when I just spent hours with your mother, promising her I'll be a good wife to her son and proving that I can cook. By the way, I almost divulged a secret family recipe for you, okay? Come spring, you're meeting me at St. Bernadette's, and we're getting married in that church."

Luca looked at her in some surprise. They always kidded, and he, for the most part, knew she loved him. But a tiny part of him that could be real loud sometimes, thought she'd jump at the chance not to marry him. At the very least, he thought she'd be okay postponing it. But spending the day with his mother on her own accord? Exchanging recipes? What was this side of her?

"Are you hearing me?" He asked anyway.

"Unfortunately so. I've been sitting here hearing you give up. I'm hearing you be a coward. You are a lot of things, Changretta, but chicken? That's new," she tsked, turning away from him.

She faced the other side of the room and placed a hand over her chest as discreetly as she could. She'd likely never admit it, but the pang she felt in her chest at the idea of walking out for the apartment without Luca was unbearable. How dare he make her love him and then do something like this? She heard him moving until he placed his warm hands on her shoulders.

"You are most important to me."

"And do you protect things you'll cherish from a distance?"

"If you were hurt,"

"Like now?"

There was silence until he let out a sigh. She could feel him trembling with aggravation and turned to reason with him only to find him laughing to himself.

"Why are you laughing, you sick monster?" She grimaced and moved away from Luca in case he was losing his mind before her very eyes. His husky laugh, the one she loved and reminded her of home, eased her while he rubbed his temples.

"I cannot believe I've found a woman who is so stubborn she won't let me leave her. As if it was your idea to get married in the first place."

"For fuck's sake." She rolled her eyes and moved to walk past him, only for Luca to sweep her into his arms.

"You're smart, huh?" He asked. She nodded immediately.

"I'd say so."

"Then I'm trusting you're thinking this through. I told you the problem, and you'd rather be with me instead of safe somewhere." He reminded her of what she was giving up. And still, she nodded without hesitation.

"If safe means all your hard work in getting me to stay with you goes out the window, and I lose something important to me, then I don't want it."

"Alright," Luca agreed. All he needed was her to say it.

Luca leaned down and pulled her into a kiss. He'd never stop worrying. But something told him that any person willing to go after the love of his life would have hell to pay. She was no docile thing, which was only proven when she moved away from him all too soon.

"And never say that to me again. You come home, and you tell me that you had a bad day, and we talk about it. Don't go deciding shit like that on your own," she scolded him, pressing her manicured nail into his chest. Luca grabbed her hand, pulling her into his chest with a chuckle.

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured against her cheek between kisses. He could feel her face warm from his caresses even as she told him he was too silly. She mumbled into his shirt, and he leaned back. "What was that?"

"That's not my name," she said with furrowed brows and a slight pout. He had to bite down on his knuckle not to laugh out loud. When she was this adorable, it went straight to his heart.

"You're a fucking riot, Blossom."

"Yeah, I am. And you're gonna be Mr. Blossom whether you like it or not."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

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missinghan · 3 years

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cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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Do you think we could get “ i guess somewhere along the way, i fell in love. and i don’t know how it happened, or when, but… “ with Rex, please? I read a really heart breaking fic with him last night and could just really use something sweet and fluffy with a happy ending. If not, totally fine! :)

@generaldumbbitch kindly asked: could i request rex x jedi reader with the prompt “I've been trying to talk myself out of it." "Then talk yourself into it."

Do I wanna know?

(if this feeling floats both ways)

Pairing: our precious blonde captain x jedi!reader.

Word count: 1,6k not proofread you know the drill.

Warnings: mutual pining and yearning come with their own warning. this is a lil bit of a slow burn I think ?? the use of sir is neutral in this house. mentions of rex touching himself 👀 but nothing explicit okay it's a safe space here.

It wasn't usual for Rex to get injured, but it hasn't been one of those days where he got minor scratches, maybe a few dark bruises here and there but most of the time he has been untouched.

Today, though, war has been rougher than usual, a deep cut was found on his side that he doesn't know how he got, face covered in small, little cuts and he could still taste the blood from his split lip.

Which had led him to you, in a way, as he looked for supplies he ended up finding you, and in your stubborn nature you had offered to help him clean his wounds, with a racing heart and fluttering butterflies he had no option but to let out a rushed "yes sir."

After properly applying bacta on his side, you take extra care with his face, skilled hands softly pressing the wet cloth on the wounds. He doesn't hiss, nor shows discomfort, only flinching occasionally, as if he was too familiar with the feeling, too used to the pain it brought.

Amber eyes find you sometimes, as he takes quick glances he hopes you don't notice. He takes a good look of you, the way you bite your lip in concentration, your furrowed brows, how your hair looks, the little necklace hanging from it's hidden place under your robes.

"Is there something on your mind, Rex?"

Sometimes he forgets you're a Jedi, a General, his superior, when he has you so close, this close, and when your hands brush together when he hands you whatever, his heart beating loudly in his ears, mostly when you touch him, your hand on his shoulder or back, on his forearm or waist when you pass by and to move him in the slightest.

He forgets the most at night, when he thinks on where else you could touch him, in how your lips would feel against his, your hands exploring his body and his name falling from your lips in a state of delirious bliss. Shame crawling back into his mind right after as he remembers again who you are, always out of his limit but he can't find it in himself to stop, not when you look at him like that.

"Nothing, General." He finally admits, a lie he hopes you don't sense but you do.

Pulling back to assess him, he already misses you, you give him a look, one that tells him you're not impressed.

"No need for formalities, I have already told you that." You give him an easy smile, one that feels like melting his insides and turning into a puddle.

Only you have the power to leave him nothing but helpless. He's not sure he hates it.

"Sorry, Ge–" your pointed eyes make him chuckle, quickly changing the rank for your name. You give him your most charming smile and he's left hypnotized, sucking a breath when you lean over again, going back to tend his wounds.

He's got it bad for you.

"So?" You ask, in the simplest of murmurs, as if speaking any louder would break your concentration.

"So?" He echoes, confused, warm eyes never leaving you and when your eyes meet, he blushes slightly.

There's something about the intimacy of it all that leaves him this I don't know what in his chest that makes him feel like a cadet all over again.

"The thing you want to tell me, what is it?"

"I don't–" There is something in your eyes he feels drawn to, magnetized by the color of your irises and the emotions they try to shield from him. Rex sighs, he knows there's no way around this, and he wonders if this was your plan all along, to corner him somewhere and casually urge him to confess. "I've been feeling something," he eventually mumbles, eyes looking forward to the door, he's not sure he wants to see your expression.

There's this little mhm that leaves your throat, and he can see from the corner of his eyes how your attention falls in the cut on his forehead. Your eyes flicker to his.

"I wanted to ask you..." he thinks, if you feel the same? "for an advice." He doesn't wait for you to answer, already knowing you're willing to help him out, like you have always been. "There's this– someone." You stop your movement, surprised for a moment and he finds that your unreadable expression makes him anxious.

There's no turning back now.

"And I'm not sure they feel the same, so I've been trying to talk myself out of it, and–"

"Then you should try to talk yourself into it."

You sound so sure, he's sincerely surprised. He watches you go back to the task at hand, the cloth trying to remove the dried blood from his skin.

"You think?"

"We need more love in the galaxy Rex, there's been too much pain these days to stop ourselves from feeling anything but something that resembles it, don't you think?"

He frowns, taking in your words and he supposes you must be right, you're a Jedi, at the end of the day, wiseness is something you have by default, isn't it?

"I guess."

There's a silence that follows, where it's just you working and the rumble of the machines. It's not awkward, per se, but it's not as comfortable as it was when you first begun.

"It's you," he says after a while in the most casual tone possible. He's got nothing more but his life to lose.

You take a step back, looking at him with confusion written in your face, and his hands are shaking with all the emotions he's trying to put at bay. He can't take it back. Not now. He's never been one to stand down from a fight.

"I–" he clears his throat, "the one I have uh, feelings for. I guess somewhere along the way, I fell in love." He finds your eyes, and there's nothing in them that calms him down. He panics, an awkward cough leaves his throat and he feels his neck and ears burning. "With you. And I don't know how it happened, or when, but I, I, I do."

Before he gives you a second to react, he's already standing up, probably opening the cut from his side with the action.

"I apologize if this is too unprofessional, I should probably head out and–"

"Wait," it's a whisper, and it could be humiliating the power you hold over him if it wasn't for the excuse in the back of his mind that reminds him he was bred to follow orders. "You don't want to know what I have to say?"

He hesitates, torn between wanting to know, if the gentleness in your tone and the barely-there smile you're giving him is something to go by, or not wanting to know for the possible consequences of whatever answer your might give him.

If you don't love him back, he doesn't think he'll be able to live with it, much less with how close you and his General are, always working together and Maker, Cody is never going to let him hear the end of it.

But if you do, he could be court martial if anyone finds out, but that's nothing compared to you being casted out from the order. He knows their ideals, he has heard enough from the Commander, you could be torn away from everything you know. He's not worth it, he knows. Compared to everything your life is, he's nothing.

Yet, he nods.

You walk towards him, closing the distance that separates you, Rex wishes you didn't, he can never think straight when you're so close, hence the predicament he finds himself in.

When your hand cups his cheek, he flinches, he has never felt anything close to soft against his skin, always the end of someone's knuckles, the steel of some droid, the heat of a blaster shot. Never something so tender as someone else's hand, slightly calloused by the arduous training of the art of holding a lightsaber and the constant firmness in your grip that these unrelenting times need you to have.

Your eyes fall on him, analyzing his expression that lays so vulnerable in his face when there's nothing that helps him mask it, he seems timid, and like he was about to brace for a punch that never comes.

"You know," your voice serene, warm, and he doesn't understand why, how in the middle of all this, buried in corpses and hands dripping with blood you still find a way to shine so bright, to illuminate a path for him in the chaos of everything and anchor him back. "If you weren't so ready to sprint back to your quarters, I could tell you that I'm in love with you too."

"You are?" You smile, warmed by his naiveness, and he gulps when he sees your eyes flickering to his lips.

"I thought I was obvious," you try to explain, the amused glint in his face warms his cheeks, "I've been flirting with you since I met you, Captain, what took you so long?"

"You were?"

You chuckle, pressing the lightest of kisses on the corner of his mouth, a peck, soft and sweet for him to crumble down at your feet. He feels light-headed and you have barely done anything.

"Are you going to kiss me, trooper?"

He nods, licking his lips with anticipation, taking a moment to learn by heart the gleam in your eyes, and the little marks of your face, and the shape of your lips, and everything that makes you, you.

Rex smiles lightly, closing the gap between your bodies with a single step, his own gloved hands cupping your face.

"Sir, yes sir."

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