#the kiss was never necessary to do that

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

#i will argue this point til my dying breath #they always loved each other #if you think the kiss was the only proof #then i adviae you to reexamine the relationship #the kiss wasn't romantic anyway #it was desperate and painful #it was a last ditch effort from crowley because he loves aziraphale so much #but it was not the confession #he'd already confessed his feelings #the kiss was never necessary to do that #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers

[roitaminnah]

in my fanfiction era and by that I mean mostly reading I've read at least 70% of all 200 buttsoup fics on ao3.. but 2day we are drawing scenes from fanfiction because this ppkm first kiss scene from the fic 'Maybe I'm Not All You Thought' has had an iron grip on me for the past 5 days

#ppkm #butterfly soup #sketchbook #guys i'm still learning how to draw kiss. okay. mouths are hard. look away a little. #fun art process explanation here i drew this in my sketchbook and then just took a picture of it and threw that in csp and added values... #because the white of a sketchbook page doesn't particularly lend itself to a nighttime scene... so. necessary. #will i do this again? who knows! yesterday I read a fic that so wholly made me insane that I didn't stop thinking about it for hours #and then re-read it 4 times despite the fact that it was 30k+ words. #so perhaps that will overtake me soon and I'll draw somthin from that one too. u never know. I'm so mentally ill. #what is the. erm is there proper etiquette if uou draw someone's fanfiction sweat emoji. #ao3 user akarshasflipflop hi sorry your fic has made me insane also I forgot to check if akarsha's hair was up or down in this scene #roi draws

[grandadtwelve]

absolutely hate that when jack kisses graham in the fugitive of the judoon it’s clearly unwanted and graham has this dramatized expression of disgust on his face and it’s all very played for laughs and supposed to be funny and like. Lol why’d you have to write it like that?

when jack kisses nine, nine clearly doesn’t mind it. when he flirts w people across space-time they’re historically very much into it. it just feels very gross and upsetting to put a beloved queer male character on screen again for the first time in over a decade and immediately have him kiss a (as far as we know in canon) straight man who is repulsed by it lol

#also once again that he never then kissed the doctor ? like if this was a casual friendly greeting on his part why then- when he actually #meets thirteen- do they not kiss?? #not that I would trust the writers to write a kiss between jack and thirteen in a respectful and appropriate manner but still #doctor who #dw negativity #jack harkness #I don’t even wanna put this in his tag but whatever :’) #chibnall critical #<- I don’t think this tag is necessary for this really but I don’t wanna get yelled at for no reason #mios

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I really, really hate how this site (as well as Twitter) openly shames and insults straight women for... well, being attracted to men. They treat them as though they were committing a fucking crime against humanity.

#text #a woman can't be even say she likes men without you freaks attacking her and making her feel bad for it #treating men as if they were less than human beings and not deserving of basic respect #and don't come at me with historical oppression argument that's a myth (for the most part) #all it takes is a woman that wants to genuinely get along with men and wants a relationship with them for you fucks to guilt shame her into #'rethinking' her choices and mentality #i swear man what the hell is wrong y'all #and i'm not talking about these goofy ass males that be bitching and whining about women #i'm talking about the solid good men #yes i love men and yes i'd love to have a relationship with one #but that makes me a retard or evil by tumblr's standards #'girls are so much better uwu' shut the hell up man. i'm tired of goofy ass shit like this #feminists be like 'we don't hate men' and then go ahead to say the most misandristic shit i''ve ever heard #this isn't just the radfems it's feminists in general. no feminism is good at all and has never been #radical feminist ideology is feminism in its most vicious and hateful form #and i don't go aroung kissing the asses of men on the internet. i'll call the fellas out on their bs when it's necessary #so don't accuse me of babying these men because that's the last thing i actually wanna do. society has been doing that for the past 5 to 6 #decades and look at where that has gotten the men now #but i also will call out women on their bs when it's necessary. i don't do double standards #everybody is getting fire from me #i'm tired of y'all

[ratsalad]

i can't stop thinking about how house md sort of kind of did the breaking bad 'fly' episode before breaking bad did. repressed middle-aged dude who has his worries externalized in the form of an annoying insect that he must kill

house spends all of 5x7 'the itch' scratching at his mosquito bite to the point where he needs a bandaid for it. he's tried everything, even cutting it open to 'let the poison out'. it won't let him go to sleep, and when he does manage, he dreams that in his quest to get the bug he accidentally leaves open some propane gas, leading to his apartment blowing up (aka if he actually addresses the fact that he kissed cuddy by, god forbid, asking her out, he'll inevitably screw up somehow and their relationship will implode).

the effect of the metaphor is somewhat dampened by wilson spelling it out for him ('there is no mosquito!') but the real kicker is 'you're imagining it,' and 'you're a drug addict, you're always imagining things'

...which brings me to this scene, near the end of the episode: when house (awake now) nearly kills the mosquito, he notices that it's sitting on the same place on his left hand as the place on his right that he's been scratching all day. this spurs him on to go to cuddy's place to ask her out (which he ends up not doing) but my point is... if it spurs him on because it's the same place on his hand, the same itch, then that confirms he's been imagining it, like wilson said - and that's what the episode seems to imply too, that that's why house decided to stop trying to kill the mosquito and go to cuddy instead.

and if he was imagining it, then this was the first of his hallucinations, foreshadowing the bigger, badder ones towards the end of this season

#I'm sure this is old news i just never realised it the first time i watched the show in a haze #it'd also make complete sense if he was taking more vicodin than necessary after the kiss. addiction is an avoidance behavior :^) #and boyyy was he doing a lot of avoiding this episode #anyway what i meant was. more vicodin hence the hallucination #house md #houseposting #vaaya moodu

[kenzie-ann27]

you know what, I'm just gonna say it

sex scenes are lazy ways to show intimacy

#a real hot take here #especially on tumblr dot com #this might just be an asexual thing but even as an adult i just cannot stand sex scenes #what do they accomplish that poetry and kisses cannot #sex in general feels like such a lazy way to show affection too #never in my life have i watched once sex scene and been like 'yes this is necessary' #anyway #personal #delete later when i get flooded with hate mail

[the-busy-ghost]

The pandemic isn’t over but even if it were, I am not enjoying being reminded of how close people used to get before the 2020s

#I don't know you why are you less than a foot away and facing me #That's uncomfortably close #You are someone I know onnly very slightly and we're having a casual conversation you do not need to be that close #If I'm standing that close to someone I barely know I at least have the decency not to stand side on so I don't look them in the face #Mind you even during the pandemic some people were way too handsy for me- maybe they just have a different personality that's fine #But when you're supposed to be two metres apart I don't like having to jump back every time some middle-aged person grabs my arm #And it's worse now #Not to mention people I like and am good friends with starting to hug and stuff when they greet people again #It was ok for a few weeks just after my mum passed that felt necessary and like they needed it to #*too #But can we please go back to just greeting each other without pressing our bodies against each other #Or at least let me just shake hands like you do with a man #I mean people are very friendly they should behave how they like but my god I forgot how much I enjoyed social distancing #Personally it just suited me down to the ground #I mean working from home has it's problems and I'm not sure I want the two metre rule but at least a couple of feet woul dbe nice #It doesn't mean I like you any less because I don't want to hug you right now #It feels just a bit OTT for an everyday greeting and personally I prefer something a lot less tactile #I mean you don't have to stand two metres away and never leave the house; just a bit more space and less touchy would be nice #Or worse the fake cheek kiss #Don't make me put my mouth that close that's very vulnerable for someone with such bad teeth as I have #I mean obviously there's a cultural dimension- in France for example it's different- but I'm talking white Scottish people #Greet others how you like but please take care when approaching me and be aware I may retract into my shell like a Victorian Turtle #It was nice not to have to explain that and look like I'm being precious or making a fuss during the pandemic #Now I have to either cave or go back to looking like a stuck-up prick who wants everyone to treat them with kid gloves #Also thank god it's changed a bit in the last ten years but honestly when I was younger the way you were greeted #was the quickest way someone reminded you of your gender; if they offered to shake hands at a respectful distance #you were a man but if you were expected to hug and be kissed on the cheek you were a woman #I'm not non-binary but honestly not a fan of 'Assigned Gender by Hug/Handshake' ; it's changed now thankfully but unfortunately all hugs #Which is nice for men who didn't used to get that kind of casual physical affection from their friends and I'm all for it #But personally I had the opposite issue and wish people would just be a bit more flexible when it comes to personal space

[anakinh]

final fantasy vi is... fun. okay.

to be clear the first half of final fantasy vi was amazing but now i'm 30 hours into the dark world and I need it to end

edit: WAIT i remember this feeling it’s when i had to do all the blitzball matches and I wanted to Fucking Die it was So Boring

#me.txt #i play final fantasy #don't reblog #it's too open world..... i've been fighting cacti in a small desert for 10 million years #i mean it IS on me that i want to grind so much but i never did in the other ones #i wonder why #is it because I was listening to a podcast? #so it felt less grindy? #did i have more self control? less interest? #is it because the endgame grind-y things are like 'raise 10 generations of chocobos' and 'follow this obscure macguffin trail' #and 'dodge 10 billion lightning strikes' #and i was like Fuck No Kiss My Ass #but this is just 'level up all your espers! you'll need it because the final dungeon has everyone!' #and i'm doing it because it feels 1) doable and 2) necessary? #music does slap tho #terra's theme is the shit #also cultists tower is the WORST dungeon i've ever experienced in my LIFE but the opera is one of the best so it uhhh evens out? #i just need to beat up the clown bro i'm not made for grinding so idk why i'm making myself do it oh my god there's still one more esper #edit: oh ym god i have to take like EVERYONE into this stupid clown bastard's tower #they all have boss fights! #i need... 8 more miracle shoes #so a good few hours of grinding lmao so fun! so much fun in this fun game! kill me now #i've been playing stardew valley while grinding in the coliseum X_X #also i need LOAD more ribbons and one (1) minerva bustier #[sad kazoo noises] #loads*

[catboyvader]

im so fucking tired bro

#loser.txt #work should be illegal tbh #were 2k over what was expected and the schedules are on average 1 person shorter than necessary to support that labor #so were doing more with less people while hours are being cut abyways #and this is not the point but our boss never congratulates or praises us where we do shit like this #only points out what we missed #and then ofc the disconnect between shifts that i tjot was fixed but apperently not #idk man #and family stuff is happening and im trying to have a social life and gas is expensive and #tldr: im tired and need a nap and also a lil kiss in the forehead

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

the writing fanfic to "huh? this doesn't seem like how romance is normally written" to "am i somewhere on the aro spectrum" to "oh god the reason i dont identify w the generic aro label is bc i need a microlabel" to "fuck i need to rewrite this whole fic" pipeline

#mimin trying to write #anyway i discovered the microlabel platoniromantic #which means you cant tell the difference between romantic and platonic love #genuinely never understood why and how people differentiated between romance and strong platonic love #wym you dont want to marry your close friends and kiss them and cuddle them and give them everything you have #no its not romance in the normal sense bc i feel the same way for multiple of my friends at once and if they hv other ppl im not jealous #unless it means they have less time for me #like??? marriage is still necessary bc you do not do this with normal friends. but its not romance????????? #anw tbh ive always headcanoned hestio as being on the aroace spectrum but wtv it is its not platoniromaticism #gg to throw that on him anw tho bc i want romance in this story somehow for The Themes #and its not like i know how to write romance any other way. or i wouldnt have gone down this rabbit hole to begin with #sorry bud! #anyway i guess ill be thinking about how to bring ephael into this #me writing tes/hes the whole time and being like scratches head where is ephael #does not seem right to write so much about hestio loving tesilid and vice versa but not exploring their bond w ephael at all #bc what is the difference........... #but ephael is so hard to write...... idk what goes on in his head........... #hestio is more straightforward his brain is not as twisty #sorry for the sudden personal crisis on my fandom blog #hestio's now a vehicle for me to explore myself i guess. sends him flying kisses youre my OC now #the good thing about small fandoms is that you dont have to care about mischaracterisation as much ig #also the bad thing abt small fandoms is that if you mischaracterise a char you actually will never find out. cries

[kachowder]

Thinking about a arranged marriage, in which darling denies their spouse any opportunity to touch them. For reader, they have no reason to believe this would ever be a equal relationship. They believed, if they serviced their spouse well, and played the part of a dutiful partner, they would be able to lead a comfortable life without any unnecessary drama or hurt feelings on their end.

Of course they didn’t take into account how absolutely obsessed their spouse is with them, and how much pain their in each time their denied the chance to touch their darling.

Every intimate act between the couple, the darling does all the work. Weather it be quick services with their mouth or body, as soon as their spouse finishes the darling hops off and makes their way back to their room to take care of their own needs or read a new book. And their spouse is fucking devastated each and every time.

Their fingers grip their darlings shoulder or hair, savoring that moment of contact before their orgasm hits and the warmth of their love leaves them for the remainder of the night. No aftercare, no kisses, and worst of all, they don’t get to see their darling cum. Ever.

“Darling…? If it’s not too much to ask..”

“Yes my love?”

And they’d shiver at the hollow endearment.

“Well..perhaps we could engage in some more intimacy tonight…? I could-“

“Ah.” And their darling would pause, bringing a hand to rub their jaw tenderly. “Well, my jaw is still a little sore from last time, but if you wish I can certainly help you again.”

“N..No..I mean, I could..I could take care of you…tonight…”

“Oh. That won’t be necessary my dear.”

And god how their heart fucking breaks at that, brows furrowing nervously as they try to resist the temptation to fall to their knees and beg. Beg to taste their darlings flesh and finally feel their lips pressed against their own. Their eyes nearly well with tears, the untamed desire burning them to the core. Their darling was so cruel to them.

“But I insist, I can-“

“Do not worry my love. I’ll take care of you tonight so you won’t be so stressed for your meeting tomorrow. Or if you’d like I could find you more suitable company for the night?”

The repulsion in their body would nearly make their stomach swell with nausea at the mere idea of laying in bed with another that wasn’t their beloved darling.

“I’m…No thank you, my love.”

And you, the silly little darling won’t understand why your spouse seems so disheartened. You’d been the perfect partner, anyone’s dream. You kept to yourself, did what you were asked. They never had to care for you needs or wants beyond your allowance and the occasional outing.

You could admit you were married to a very attractive and respectable figure. Known for their kindness and intelligence. You considered yourself lucky as to deal with someone so agreeable.

And there were times you wished for a warm body besides yours in the dead of night. Someone to lay upon after you’ve both been spent.

But that vulnerability was too scary for yourself. Fear that your heart would hurt more if you let yourself feel the pain of neglect after. So, this arrangement you’d crafted for yourself would have to do.

Well, until the night you’d found your depraved lovers head buried between your thighs, moaning like a starved fool.

What a sight to awaken too.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x oc #x reader #x gender neutral reader

[lovelyghst]

simon riley with a virgin!gf would be such a sweet, softhearted bully. always making an effort to be so gentle with you, never pressuring you past a prolonged kiss or some touches between layers of fabric, only to turn around and relentlessly tease you in passing.

simon riley with a virgin!gf and his addiction to subtly dragging a hand up your thigh when you're in public, whispering sexual remarks in your ear to get you all hot and flustered at the worst of times.

simon riley with a virgin!gf thought the reason he worked you up so much and so often was to get you begging for it, but was proven terribly wrong when he finally broke through your reserve and even he couldn't believe the words that came so surely from his mouth.

"not yet, baby. wanna make sure you're ready for me when the time comes, otherwise you’ll end up hurtin’ yourself."

simon riley with a virgin!gf adores watching you touch yourself. whether it be from right by your side as he guides you along, or from the entrance to your bedroom as you missed his texts telling you he’d be home early. he just loves to see you struggling to finish, getting all frustrated and embarrassed when you can’t do it yourself, prompting him to reassure you that everything’s alright before he’s taking over.

simon riley with a virgin!gf allows you to use his thigh or abs to get off only when you really need it badly, which you'll need to be in tears to prove most often. it's cruel, maybe, but reticence is necessary.

simon riley with a virgin!gf will urge you on as you rub your clothed cunt against his flexed muscles, even grabbing your hips to help you finish when you lose energy and begin to slow your movements. laughs when he bounces his leg to make you lose balance and yelp, but pouts in sympathy when you whine 'cause he ruined your high.

simon riley with a virgin!gf never lets you use his crotch to get off, though, as he can't promise his own restraint after a certain amount of your whines. it's the only time the soldier feels grossly weak, and you could never seem to figure out why it’d be such a bad thing.

simon riley with a virgin!gf gives you his mouth at most, and that's only after weeks of your pining and pleading for the next step. he just had to taste you before he went mad, but nothing more. he adores your innocence far too much to take it away it so soon.

the first time simon riley eats you out is nothing short of a warm mess. he tries to take his time—and he did, bringing out every word of praise in his vocabulary as you gradually got more comfortable—but once he started with the real thing, he couldn't hold himself back.

his thick and hot tongue laps at your pussy as his eyes quickly turn dazed, big inked arms wrapped around your soft thighs to hold your sensitive frame down. you can't tell that he's just slightly grinding himself down on the bed since you're instantly entranced in watching him show you what you've been missing out on for so long.

you don't notice how severely his cock strains in his pants with your mind only able to focus on the knot in your stomach, and how pretty he looks with a slick-covered stubble and drunken smirk. he makes you come on his tongue once before the moment is quickly cut short, your blissful whimpers and raw taste driving him to mutter a sharp swear under his breath and abandon you for the restroom.

you're left on the bed alone, distraught and worried you'd done something wrong, completely unaware to the fact he's fisting his cock with gritted teeth and an unruly pace only a door away.

heavy breathing filling the space, his mind running on all the possibilities for how he could just take you right now, apologize for everything. christ, he should just give you what you want and his poor cock throbs at the prospect, but what kind of man would he be?

he bites his tongue, muffles his groans, and spills himself in his palm with clenched eyelids and fists. absolutely shameful, but bound to happen. you hear the sink run for a moment before he's returning without a single trace or reason for his disappearance. he reads the guilt on your face and soothes you with a kiss to the forehead.

"sorry for the wait, lovie. wasn't very fair of me to leave you like this, now, was it?" and you can only shake your head, tears spilling over.

and finally, simon riley with a virgin!gf who will spend the rest of his day making things up to you: resuming his services with a newfound patience, showing you all the best ways to touch yourself for when he's not there- or for when he is there, because as he reminds you often, he won't be able to take his sweet girl's virginity for a long, long time. for your own sake, of course <3

#cod mw #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost mw3 #simon riley smut #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x reader #ghost x female reader

[muu-kun]

#; ♡ ; desires #I've posted this many times between the two blogs but I'm doing it again gdi #mainly because I can't reiterate enough how much muu dreams about being kissed endearingly while weeping #because even if never qualifies for being popular #or marriage material #or being someone's favorite person #or even getting that intimate moment between himself and a member of the same sex sharing and being vulnerable on the topic of SA #like he has imagined as being some core part necessary for healing #if he could at least have ONE wish it would be this

[goosita]

coriolanus snow is not a good man— he watches you from afar, eyes like a hawk and plush bottom lip pulled between his teeth. he doesn’t know if he’s being obvious and he doesn’t particularly care. he feels his teeth clench when you laugh and chat with other men, something hot and unpleasant stirring below his ribs. it should be him that makes you giggle like that, makes your nose scrunch like a little bunny rabbit at a joke. jealousy stings and he finds himself having cruel thoughts about things he wishes would happen to those other boys.

coriolanus snow is not a good man— but you speak to him so kindly, so softly. he’s never once mentioned anything about his home life, careful to keep up his facade. but you? you notice the way his cheeks are hollow, the way his belt has extra notches punched into it to tighten further. you wordlessly slide him a granola bar in class and pretend you don’t hear the way his stomach gasps the way he refuses to let his mouth do. you bring him a tin of cookies you “had leftover” the night before, filled with chocolate chips and butter that will bring his calorie count for the day up. he doesn’t say thank you, but the way the corners of his lips twitch upwards and his gaze softens when you pass him a pastry under the school desk is enough thanks for you.

coriolanus snow is not a good man— his hands shake sometimes, when he remembers the way sejanus had cried for him to help at the hanging tree. when he remembers the sound of his only friend’s neck snapping and echoing, the way it sent chills down his spine and he felt like vomiting. he did that. he killed sejanus. he is a murderer, and yet you still brush his hair back in the middle of the night. its starting to grow again, pale locks falling over his brow. he is a murderer, and you still kiss his temple. you still whisper that you love him, that he’ll be okay.

coriolanus snow is not a good man— the sore in his mouth aches, a necessary evil to ensure your safety. he’d had no other choice, that senator from 2 was eyeing you all evening at dinner. for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t let it get to him. he’s a president now, not some unhinged teenage boy. but the way that man had touched you, let his fingers linger at your waist, that would simply not do. you are the first lady of panem, you were untouchable. to anyone but him, of course. as you pass by him where he sits, you tut softly and pause to brush the blood off his lip, licking the red fluid off your own fingertip and dropping a kiss to his head. you remind him to be careful.

but coryo is good to you— he touches you so carefully, hands so gentle. his fingertips are always cold, but it never bothers you. not when they brush against your hairline, his palms cradling your cheeks as he kisses you like a man starved. not when they graze the bare skin of your back, your chest flush with his as his lips make their way down your neck. not when they squeeze at your hips, your thighs splayed out around his own waist and trembling with the way he pushes his cock up into you. not when they caress your cheek in the morning, his soft whispers of “good morning, sweetheart,” echoing in your ears.

coriolanus snow is not a good man. but he is your man.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coryo #tbosas #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow angst #tom blyth

[ickadori]

++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio missed his wife, and she missed him just as much. two simps in love.

[cws] fluff. fem reader -> wriothesley’s wife. reader is a mondstadt native. kissing.

Wriothesley’s cup of tea pauses halfway to his mouth as there’s a knock at his office door. His fingers tighten unconsciously around the handle, that incessant throbbing at his temples that had been dying out suddenly tapping into its nth life.

He contemplates ignoring it; pretending he didn’t hear it and indulging in his fresh brew, but he’s never been one to shirk off his work, no matter how inconsequential the task.

He sets the cup down rougher than necessary, and the legs of his chair scrape loudly against the floor as he pushes it back from his desk and stands to his feet. Someone better be dead or on the verge.

It was an unspoken rule that Wriothesley wasn’t to be bothered at this time -a quarter after five until six- because it was official tea time, a very, very important time in his day that let the inhabitants in Meropide see his most agreeable side… although he had heard talk from a few gossipy guards and prisoners that his ‘pissy attitude’ this past month had nothing to do with his interrupted tea times, but rather that his wife had gone back to Mondstadt to visit family.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t see her after a while—downright scary. I’ve never seen a man look so enraged and distraught at the same time.”

“He put me on pipe restoration duty —don’t laugh, it isn’t funny! Worst job in the whole place, I swear— for the next six months all because my wife dropped by with a bento on my break. Apparently no one can be happy when his missus is away.”

“I caught him staring at her picture the other day, y’know the one he keeps in that chain around his neck, and sighing like some schoolgirl. I nearly thought my daughter had somehow gotten herself arrested and thrown down here when I heard all those lovesick sighs.”

It was all hearsay and speculation, of course. Wriothesley could manage just fine with you away - he was a grown man, a weathered man, a man who could function fully without the company of his wife.

That’s right, he thinks to himself. He’s been doing just fine in your absence, a bit quicker to anger than usual, but with the looming threat of being turned into a big, sopping puddle right below his feet, could you really blame him?

The door is wrenched open, strands of black and gray flying back from where they rested against his forehead due to the strong gust of wind he created.

“What is it now?” He nearly hisses out, but he manages to get a reign on it last minute, the words coming out a bit strained instead. He eyes the guard standing in front of him, their eyes flitting between the crease between his brows and the floor. “Spit it out before I—”

He stops abruptly when he hears a voice that he knows intimately well, and had he possessed any shame when it came publicly displaying the love he harbored for you, he would have been a touch embarrassed at the speed of which his frown smoothed out and the throbbing in his head disappeared, a sparkle in his eyes as his shoulders lose a bit of their tension.

“Oh? He has? Thank you for telling me, Sigewinne. I’ll get right on that.” You come rounding the corner with the small doctor at your side, a knapsack in your hands, and had Wriothesley been any less sane, he would have swore that he could feel the rays of the sunshine beaming down on his skin and fresh air filtering into his lungs when you turned your gaze to him, scornful as it was.

You’re fitted in a dress that’s customary for the women in your homeland to wear, and flowers are weaved into your hair, and the ring on your finger seems to shine a bit brighter.

“Wriothesley.” You march up to him, eyebrows knitted together, and push your finger against his chest. “What is this I hear about you acting like a tyrant?”

“You look beautiful.” He breathes out.

“And going to the Pankration ring? You know those poor people don’t stand a chance against you. That’s just bullying.”

“Let me take your bag, it looks heavy.”

“And you haven’t been eating right, either! Look at your face — you’ve lost weight!” He transfers the bag from your hands to his, and when his fingers brush against yours, he finally lets a smile bloom on his face, being met with a huff. “Don’t smile at me. I’m mad at you.”

“Can’t help it, happy to see you.” You falter a bit, corners of your lips twitching, but you hold strong, choosing to save face in front of the onlookers—always put up a good fight, especially when others are looking, is what he had told you once upon a time. “I’ve missed you so much.” It comes out in a low murmur, eyes locked onto yours and refusing to stray, even when you decide that his gaze is a bit too heavy for the setting and avert your own.

“I-well-you…just get inside your office.”

He’s nice enough to hold back a chuckle, instead stepping to the side so that you can shuffle past him and inside. Before he shuts the door, his gaze turns icy and his smile thins out as he lets his eyes sweep over everyone present. A resounding groan is heard, the unspoken promise loud and clear, and then he’s pushing the door shut and turning on his heel.

You’re on him in a second, arms wrapped around his waist as you bury your face into his chest. He returns the hug just as quick, thick, burly arms circling around your shoulders as his head dips down so he can stuff his nose into your hair and breathe your scent in.

Your voice comes out muffled as you try to speak, and he loosens his hold on you a bit, allowing you to pop your head up so you can look up at him. There’s a halfhearted pout on your lips, and his response is a reflex as he leans down to give you a peck once, twice, three times before moving on to place one on the tip of your nose.

“You were supposed to let me scold you out there, birdie. Now everyone’s gonna know that I let you off easy.”

“Let me off easy? I’d say this is the meanest you’ve ever been to me,” he gives an exaggerated expression of hurt. “You haven’t even told me you missed me, or that you’re happy to see me, or that you’ll never leave again because you couldn’t stand being away from me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You smile despite yourself, and he kisses you again, scarred hands moving to cradle your cheeks. You part with a gasp for air, and its his turn to smile when you stretch up to reconnect your lips, the lack of air not deterring you in the slightest.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” He rasps against your lips, and you suck in a breath, eyes slowly blinking as you tug at the material of his shirt. There’s a rush of emotions that washes over him at the unspoken confirmation that you missed him just as much as he had missed you, and he lets his hands wander down to settle on your waist, fingers flexing as they squeeze at the flesh there through the material of your dress.

“Well, well, well,” he starts, and you blink out of your stupor to don a guilty expression. “Looks like you haven’t been eating right, either, hypocrite.” He lightly pinches at your side, and you squeal out a laugh as you lightly bat at his hand.

“Have I told you that I missed you, and that I’m sooo happy to see you, and that I’ll never, ever leave again because I can’t stand being away from you?” You flutter your lashes up at him, direct that heart-stopping smile up at him, and for a split second he thinks that the primordial sea has broken the seal and reduced him to nothing but a puddle at your feet.

“Careful now, words like that are liable to kill a man, and this place isn’t fitting for a sweet girl like you.”

“Oh? Then maybe I should leave earlier than I intended t—” He quiets you with a kiss, and you laugh into it, earning a gentle nip on your bottom lip. Your teasing smile settles into something sweeter, tender, vulnerable, and it mirrors him perfectly.

You both speak your next words in unison.

“I missed you.”

#wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

[inkskinned]

before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.

you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"

and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.

it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.

you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.

in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.

the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.

you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.

after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.

the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.

you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.

#warm up #writeblr #this is also about being ace btw #my identity has slowly shifted over time and maybe if everyone is REAL cool i'll talk bout it #bc it's complicated and nuanced. but this is like #trying to warn u that if you find it “relationship upkeep” to have sex with ur partner #and don't actually enjoy it or seek it for urself. u might just not be attracted to them. #which is fine ! ace ppl can be perfectly happy in any relationship they feel good in! #but also i wasn't as straight as i had expected! #> the first time i saw dick i was like. huh. oh okay that's fine i guess #> the first time i saw pussy i was like. WAIT ACTUALLY HANG ON I GET IT #i just assumed sex wasn't all it was cracked up to be ya know #but also like. btw? this IS NOT saying ''u might be gay not ace'' #bc tbh i'm grey ace/demisexual #it's saying u might not be into ur partner. explore urself & ur feelings. turn inward. #TAKE THIS IN THE MANNER IT WAS MEANT> GENTLE AND KIND #AND NOT IN A WEIRD INTERNET WAY PLEASE #bc the truth is that there ARE ppl who are gay who assume that they just ''don't like'' sex #and ace ppl who might need a different partner w/different needs #and i would have REALLY needed to hear ''check in w/urself about if u actually like sex'' #WAY EARILIER in my life. but nobody said anything bc they assume if ur having sex. u like it. #not just the actual act of sex. not once ur turned on. do you ACTUALLY like it. or is it a burden? #even if ur gay. check w/urself. maybe ur more ace than u realized. in which case. ADDITIONAL FLAG BB #i love collecting my flags. i'm at like 354 at this point #but also btw this is about how toxic relationships are SO normalized that u can be in one #and have everyone around u being like ''THATS JUST MEN LOL''