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Love of Choice | Azriel x reader
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Summary: The Cauldron doesn’t alway pick wisely when it comes to mates, but even though Azriel isn’t hers, she chooses him.
A/N: Jeez almost made myself cry writing this one (in a good way). I was so close to ending this with heartbreak, but you guys know I’m a sucker for happy endings lol. Please do let me know what you think! I love love love reading your comments ✨🫶
Word count: 5457
Warnings: talk of past abusive relationship and violence, angst (w/ happy ending), all the feels … it’s a bit sappy ngl
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Fear is a funny thing. It is such a basic emotion to feel, yet somehow—if felt for long enough—it becomes a part of oneself. A detail so deeply engrained into the very essence of the being that you eventually learn to live with it. A constant companion. Sure, you’ll forget about it when things run smoothly, but whenever it comes back to crack the surface, your heart will sink for just a second with a horrific sense of realization.
For Y/N, that sinking feeling always came in the form of a simple question.
“So, since when have you and Azriel been mated, then?”
Feyre’s smile was honest, if a bit cautious. She was still adapting to life at the Night Court, though she looked healthier than she had upon her arrival. The bones no longer protruded from her clavicle, and she warmed to the presence of the inner circle a little more with each passing day.
From the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Cassian snap his attention to the glass in his hand. The laugh that had previously fallen freely from his lips due to a drunken patron at Rita’s had ebbed away quickly. He knew of the tension that flowed into each of Y/N’s muscles at Feyre’s question, though she did her best not to show it.
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Azriel and I aren’t mates,” she said, her tongue heavy as she formed the words she’d had to speak to herself over and over again to accept them as the truth.
Feyre seemed surprised. “Oh? I never would’ve guessed. You two seem so … in sync.” She hesitated, and Y/N could see the question in her eyes. “Do you think the bond just hasn’t snapped yet? I’m sorry if that’s overstepping a line, you don’t have to answer, of course,” she added quickly, a faint touch of red tinting her cheeks.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” Y/N said, her smile gaining in warmth at the newly turned faerie before her. Despite all the things Feyre had had to endure Under the Mountain, she was still so … curious. So new. “My mate died centuries ago. That’s how I know it cannot be Azriel.”
“Gods, I’m so sorry.” Feyre looked truly grief-stricken at the thought. “I can’t imagine how terrible it must have been to lose your mate.”
It was Cassian who snorted into the brief silence that followed Feyre’s words. “Good riddance,” he muttered before downing the rest of his drink.
Y/N tilted her head as she observed the uncomprehending look on Feyre’s face at Cassian’s unsubtle words, and she wondered what Feyre had been told about the mating bond.
“Mates aren’t always chosen wisely, Feyre,” Y/N spoke. “Sometimes the matches are … unfortunate. I don’t know what Tamlin told you about it,” her voice became cautious at the mention of the High Lord of Spring, “but accepting the mating bond is not compulsory. Sometimes the Cauldron—wise as it is—chooses wrong.”
Feyre seemed to cling to every word she spoke, her eyes wide. “What happens if you refuse the bond?”
Y/N forced the air from her lungs in a deep exhale, signalling Rita for a refill of her drink. “Well, it depends. Seeing as the female is usually the one who must accept the bond, she’s also the one who can reject it. There are very, very few instances in which a male refused a mate.”
“And the few we know of have not been pretty,” Cass added, picking apart a napkin with rough fingers. “No matter who rejects it, the other one usually goes mad with grief. Our nature’s fun like that,” he added with a wink and a half-hearted grin.
Feyre blinked a few times before looking at Y/N with a mixture of hesitation and curiosity, though it seemed the latter won the upper hand.
“So, I take it you were the one to reject your bond?”
Y/N grinned at that, though her insides were churning. “Do I not look mad to you?”
Feyre gave a sheepish smile. “Not particularly, no.”
Y/N sighed, and her grin died as fast as it had appeared. “I did reject it. He wasn’t very nice.”
Cass snorted again. “Understatement of the year.” A frown took over his features, making him look every bit as deathly as he was. “The cruel bastard.”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“It’s the only way of putting it.”
Feyre’s eyes darted from one to the other, and Y/N could see the question arise within them before she so much as formed the words.
“What did he—”
“I’m gonna go get a refill,” Cassian announced. He stood to head for the bar before Feyre could finish her sentence, and Y/N recognised it for the exit strategy that it was. Contrary to what one might have expected given his title, Cassian had never particularly enjoyed hearing tales of cruelty and suffering. Especially not when it came to the people he loved.
Y/N cleared her throat, and Feyre’s expression grew wary, her voice barely above a whisper when she spoke. “You really don’t have to tell me.”
“No, it’s fine,” Y/n said. “You’re one of us now. You deserve to know who we are.” She hesitated, then sought out Feyre’s gaze. “Rhys told you about what happened to Mor?”
A barely-there flinch ran through Feyre at the mention of Mor’s ordeal. She gave a single nod, and Y/N lifted a shoulder.
“My family doesn’t stem from the Hewn City, but our customs were pretty much the same. They planned to marry me off to the highest bidder, and when he turned out to be my mate as well, they saw an opportunity to squeeze him for the last of his riches. A mate—especially a male one—would do anything, give anything for the bond.” She hesitated. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t smart enough to get myself out of it … not like Mor did. I thought I’d got lucky, given that I’d be married off to my mate.”
Y/N tugged on the cuff of her dress. “I lived with him for a while, but it didn’t take very long to realise my mistake and I thank the Gods every day that I hadn’t yet accepted the bond.”
“Why hadn’t you?” Feyre asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Y/N shrugged. “Intuition? It was during the war with Hybern, right after we’d freed our human slaves, and I told him I wanted to wait with the ceremony till the war was over. But even during the few good weeks we had, something always felt … off.” She cleared her throat again, her mouth suddenly dry. “Well, like I said, it only took a few weeks to realise my mistake. They don’t value women a lot, you see. The other High Lords, I mean. Never have. Except for breeding purposes, of course.” Bitterness twisted her mouth into a frown. “I’ll spare you the details, but it wasn’t … well, it wasn’t pretty.”
“Wait, you … you were married to a High Lord?”
“Well, not quite.” Y/N tilted her head. She’d assumed Rhys had told her this much at least. “To an heir. Nuvian. The heir of Spring.”
She could see the colour draining from Feyre’s face. “You were married to … to …”
“Tamlin’s eldest brother, yes.”
Feyre swallowed heavily, and Y/N observed her for a moment. She knew of the bond between Feyre and Rhys, of course. It was hard to miss. Or at least it was hard to miss for someone who’d spent her life resenting one bond and longing for another. She’d gotten very sensitive when it came to the detection of mating bonds. Only Feyre didn’t know it yet, of course. 
She briefly wondered whether she should tell her, but soon concluded that it wasn’t her place to interfere.
“And he—” Feyre broke off, shaking her head at the direction her thoughts had taken. “I always got the impression Tamlin was raised to … to respect.”
“Tamlin’s family values wives for their roles as wives. They’re supposed to be silent and pretty to look at and pop out a few heirs while they’re at it.” Y/N hesitated when she recalled that Feyre did once love the High Lord of Spring, and, softening her tone, she added. “I don’t know Tamlin very well. I believe you when you say he’s not like that.”
An emotion flickered across Feyre’s face—one Y/N couldn’t quite place. It was gone faster than it had appeared.
“So, you lived at the Spring Court? And you never accepted the bond?”
Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair. “No. Never. He didn’t seem to care much at first. I mean, he got most of what he wanted from me even without a bond. Save for the heir of course—I made sure of that.”
“What do you mean?”
Y/N felt her jaw clench for a fleeting moment. “There are tonics even someone without much knowledge of herbs can brew. Over my dead body would I have bound myself to him with yet another chain.”
Feyre hesitated. “And what happened then?”
Y/N felt every muscle, every tense edge of her face soften as a sense of calm washed over her. “Then I met Azriel.”
Feyre was surprised. “Already?”
She nodded. “Rhys and Tamlin were friends back then. I’m sure he told you?” When Feyre nodded, Y/N continued. “Rhys visited the Spring Court a couple times. We didn’t know each other then, but I missed my home, and so I befriended him. He reminded me of the Night Court, and I felt a little better when I talked to him. He brought me little trinkets from Velaris, things you could only get in the Night Court … and then one time, he brought Azriel along. I think it was for spying purposes, but Gods…” Y/N shook her head softly, mesmerised as she allowed herself to sink deep into the memory. “I fell hard, and I fell fast, and I’ve loved him ever since.”
“Was he the reason you left Nuvian?” Feyre asked quietly, and the memory that had just warmed Y/N’s veins turned ice cold.
“One does not simply leave the Heir of the Spring Court,” she ground out through clenched teeth. “Nuvian noticed of course, he was bound to. He detected a scent he didn’t know, said I … tasted different.” She grimaced. “He didn’t know it was Azriel. He suspected Rhys, and so he— … he began to whisper, to scheme and manipulate his father into thinking Rhys would be a threat to his throne.”
Nausea twisted her stomach into a knot, and for the first time since knowing her, she didn’t dare meet Feyre’s eye. She didn’t have to. She knew that Rhys had told her this part.
“By the Mother,” Feyre breathed.
Y/N cleared her throat, desperately attempting to swallow the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. “Tamlin’s father slaughtered Rhys’ family, and it was all because of Nuvian’s jealousy. It was all because of me.”
Cassian chose that moment to reappear, bearing a beer glass he’d already half-emptied only to set it down on the table much harder than necessary.
“Stop talking like that,” he said gruffly, though the gentle hand that appeared on her back counteracted his harsh tone. “It wasn’t your fault. Tam’s old man would’ve come for Rhys even without your involvement.”
She offered a wobbly smile. She knew he truly believed his words—all of them did. Rhys had never once blamed her for what had happened. But she knew the truth, even if neither one of them wanted to see it.
Silence stretched on for a long while, only the soft murmur of a lazy crowd of patrons buzzing in the background of Rita’s pub. She felt a gentle brush of air on her ankle, goosebumps arising on the back of her neck.
It was Feyre who spoke first. “So that’s how it ended? Rhys and his father killed Nuvian along with his family, and you were free to go back to the Night Court?”
“Oh, Rhys didn’t kill the bastard,” Cass said, and Y/N smiled at the shadow curling over her hand.
Feyre looked confused now. “Then who killed him?”
“I did,” a low voice hummed from somewhere behind them—a voice deep as the night and smooth as shadow, and Y/N felt her heart pick up its pace as though on cue.
From the way Feyre’s eyes focused on something behind her, Y/N could tell that Azriel had emerged from his shadows, and sure enough, two broad palms appeared on her shoulders, heavy with comfort and warmth.
“Azriel,” Feyre said, her eyes briefly flickering to Y/N as though to make sure the topic was still okay to talk about, even with Azriel present. “You went with Rhys that night?”
Y/N lay her head back to look up at Azriel and watched as he inclined his head in confirmation.
When he caught her gaze, his eyes softened, and she felt his thumb brush against the side of her neck affectionately.
“Will you give us a moment, my love?” she asked softly, her hand coming up to find one of his, the pads of her fingers brushing over raised scar tissue. She knew he’d come to take her home. “I will be out in a moment.”
“Of course,” he said, and Y/N caught a flicker of concern in the depth of his eyes—one he always got whenever she dwelt on the past. He squeezed her shoulders, offering a polite smile to Feyre, and then vanished into the shadows once again.
Cassian was quick to rise from his chair as well. “I’ll go keep him company,” he proclaimed. “Would be a shame to have him freeze his balls off all by himself.”
Y/N snorted. “And you call yourself Illyrian.”
She hid a grin as Cassian gave her the finger before steering towards the door, half-empty glass in hand.
Y/N exhaled deeply, but she could see from the look in Feyre’s eyes that something was still nagging her. Tilting her head, she asked, “What is it?”
Feyre hesitated. She opened her mouth, then clapped it shut before opening it once again.
“It’s just,” she began. “The mating bond. It’s supposed to be this amazing, beautiful thing, and hearing that it was such agony for you, it’s … well, it’s a reality check I suppose.”
Y/N’s face softened as she sought out Feyre’s hands on the tabletop. “Most times, it is beautiful,” she said. “It’s just dangerous to romanticise it, as it is dangerous to romanticise literally anything else in life. It is important to remember that you have a choice. You can choose to reject it just as well as you can choose to embrace it. And if the latter, I’m sure that— … whoever you end up with shall be worthy of your love.”
Gods, she’d been this close to letting it slip. But luckily, Feyre was still distracted.
“But you and Azriel—” Feyre broke off, collected her thoughts, then opened her mouth again. “I truly don’t mean to pry, but while I was with Tamlin, I kept waiting … I kept thinking the bond would snap any day now. And when it didn’t, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he and I … that we—”
“That you weren’t meant to be,” Y/N finished for her, ignoring that sharp twist in her gut—that fear she’d now been carrying for centuries raising its ugly head. She nodded, searching for the right words before she opened her mouth. “I’m very sure of Azriel’s love for me, and yet every night before I fall asleep, there’s a part of me that fears that the next day will be the day that he finds his true mate. I dread the day his bond snaps in place because I know he’ll want to fight it. He’ll do anything in his might to fight it, and he’ll be torn between his love for me and every instinct telling him to love someone else. I dread it because that’s not what I want for him.”
She swallowed thickly. “I had my mate, and I’m glad he’s dead. Azriel carved him up, and I did not shed a single tear. I rejected the bond, and I chose to spend my life with Azriel instead. I choose him every single day, and even if one day it’ll end, I’ll know that it was real. No Cauldron, no Mother, no Gods. I love him, and he loves me, and we chose each other, bond or not.”
Tears were lining Feyre’s eyes as she stared at her, and Y/N smiled, tilting her head. “You’re still new to this, Feyre,” she spoke softly. “Unfortunately, when you live an immortal life, things are bound to get unfathomably hard at one point or another. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to have a say in your own future.”
It was just a short while later that Y/N revelled in the starlight as she walked along the Sidra, her arm looped through Azriel’s, her head leaning against his shoulder. She’d always loved the night.
Cassian had taken off with Feyre earlier, flying her back to the House of Wind, but Y/N and Azriel had decided to walk to the home they shared by the river.
“My love,” Azriel spoke softly into the silence, his steps halting as he turned to face her fully.
She smiled as she looked up at him, at the starlight reflecting in his eyes, the dark strands of hair swallowed by the shadows of night. “What is it?”
She felt his palms on her cheeks, his warmth seeping into her skin, and when he kissed her, she felt the tingle right down to her toes.
“I love you,” he breathed when he broke the kiss, his face still close enough for her to feel the puff of his words wash over her skin. “I love you more than words can say. And I choose you, too.”
Her smile turned watery then, though she tried to play it off.
“Eavesdropping now, are we?”
“Marry me.”
Her heart stuttered to a stop at his words, her breathing suddenly laboured. “Azriel—”
“No, wait,” he said, his thumb brushing against her lower lip in a gentle request. “I know we’ve talked about it before, and I know you have this notion of me suddenly finding my mate and then being bound to you when I’d rather be with them. But that’s not going to happen.”
She swallowed thickly, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke, for fear it could break entirely. “You don’t know that.”
“But I do.” Conviction lay in Azriel’s words, his eyes searching hers. “You said it yourself. We choose each other every day and we have for centuries now. The bond is rare to begin with, but what makes you think you’d be second choice if it ever came to the possibility of mine snapping in place?”
She was thankful for the thumb he smoothed across her cheek, catching a stray tear.
“You don’t know the power of a mating bond, Az. There’s no way you can be sure.”
He considered her for a moment. “Maybe not. But you told Feyre that we get to decide for ourselves. We don’t need to rely on the Cauldron. I get to choose, and I choose you.”
She felt her lip wobble.
“I choose you,” he said again, softer this time. “You’re my mate in every way that counts. Marry me.”
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The day Azriel’s bond snapped in place was a few months after the second war with Hybern.
Solstice was nearing, and Rhys had invited representatives from every Court to celebrate early. Well, almost every court. He’d skipped Spring and Autumn.
The banquet hall in the House of Wind had been decorated for the occasion, artful ice crystals mixing in with dark fabrics and millions of tiny diamonds forming the illusion of a rich night sky.
It was in the middle of the main course that Azriel felt a sharp tug in his chest, a flinch running through him at the sensation.
To his left, Y/N threw a worried glance at him.
“Is everything alright?” she asked, her hand seeking out his, the diamond on her finger catching the light of the chandelier. Azriel thought of the day they’d stood before their friends, exchanging rings, vows, promises. It all seemed years away now, though it had only been months.
“Yes, I …” Azriel broke off, clearing his throat. “Excuse me for a moment, my love.”
He didn’t bother getting up from the table, but rather vanished into his shadows only to find himself in the comfort of his room seconds later.
Something felt … off.
He’d heard of heart attacks before, had even witnessed a few during the time he’d spent spying in the human realm, but he knew that that couldn’t be what was happening to him. Faeries didn’t get heart attacks. Short from a blade to the gut, there wasn’t much that could kill them.
Poison entered his mind. Poison was possible. Or a cold. Perhaps a bruise from his last training with Cass. Or an old war injury.
Anything. He was racking his brain, desperately searching for an explanation other than the obvious.
A new wave of warmth crashed into him, and Azriel gritted his teeth when a gentle knock on the door had him flinch.
Usually, he sensed anyone approaching within a mile thanks to his shadows.
“Az,” Y/N said as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. Gods, he loved the dress she wore tonight, the delicate earrings he’d gifted her years back. He tried to focus on them with all his might. “Are you sure you’re okay? You looked … spooked when you left.”
“Yes, I’m—” Azriel broke off and flinched when the sharp sensation reappeared, instinctively lifting a hand to his chest.
It seemed that gesture alone was enough for her to realise, and Y/N’s face fell as though drained entirely from energy.
Suddenly, silence lay heavy between them, thick as mud and unbearable in its duration.
“It’s your bond,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her expression almost numb. “Isn’t it?”
“No,” Azriel said, forcing the sensation back down and ignoring the rising panic threatening to clog up his throat. “No, it’s not.”
“Azriel—”
“No.”
Silence settled once again, and Azriel wanted to throw up at the distance she kept as though she had no right to step closer. As though she wasn’t the one who was supposed to be here right now.
He took the step instead, lifting his palm to her face, but before he could touch her, the sting in his chest intensified and Azriel huffed as he clenched his fist mid-air.
Her eyes softened, but the sorrow they held almost broke him.
“Azriel,” she spoke softly, quietly. “It’s okay.”
He shook his head, not trusting his voice.
“You’re suppressing it,” she said. “Allow it to snap in place.”
“No,” Azriel gritted through his teeth. He didn’t want this, and the fact that she looked like her worst fear had just manifested right before her eyes didn’t make it any easier. She made it seem final. She made it seem like she’d already given up hope.
“The longer you suppress it, the stronger it’ll get.”
“You just made that up.”
She smiled weakly. “Maybe.”
Azriel’s eyes watered. “I don’t want it.”
“That’s okay, baby,” she breathed, finally stepping closer, lifting her own hand to his chest. “Letting it snap in place doesn’t make it final. You can find out who you’re bonded to and decide then.”
“I have decided.”
No part of her seemed convinced at that, but she let it go without comment.
“Let it snap,” she urged instead. “You won’t be able to fight it forever.”
Azriel’s hands shot to her face, his grip a bit firmer than he intended as he held her cheeks in his palms.
“Listen to me,” he ground out, the pressure in his chest intensifying. “Stop talking like that. Stop talking like this is the end. I have decided. I. Choose. You.”
She looked at him for a long while—so long that he thought his chest might burst into flames if she kept it up much longer. Finally, her gaze snapped to the ring on the hand that still lay on his chest, and she nodded.
“I know,” she breathed, fixing her eyes back on him. “I know, Az.”
Azriel exhaled as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and with his hands still on the one he loved, he carefully loosened the restraints he’d kept on the throbbing heat in his chest.
At once, it burst free, and Azriel stumbled a step back, his hands falling from her cheeks as though they’d been burned. Tension ran from the top of his head right down to his toes, and he felt it then—glowing deep within him, golden and hot, pulsing with energy, tethering him to … he didn’t know to whom, but the feeling was breath-taking. It was all-consuming, clouding his mind and numbing his senses as every bit of his focus turned inwards in an attempt to peer to the other side of that line. The side that still lay in darkness.
Her voice was the only thing that penetrated the fog in his head.
“Can you feel her yet?” she asked, her voice cracking at the end, and Azriel knew that he hadn’t controlled the mesmerisation he’d felt just then. He’d let it all show on his face bright as day for her to see.
He hesitated. “No.”
“Tug on it.”
He wanted to fight it, to refuse, but the sudden need to find out was overwhelming. It seemed like he no longer was in control, like his body was working against his mind, and so he did as she said.
It took a few tries. He never would have imagined it to feel like this, but when he finally managed to grasp the invisible thread within him, he gave a tentative tug. When that didn’t work, he gave a harder tug, and from one moment to the next, his heart stuttered to a stop.
Because standing before him, in the room he’d called his home for many years, was the one he loved. And as his eyes tracked the absent-minded look on her face, he noted her hand rubbing at a spot just beneath her left clavicle. She didn’t even seem to realise she was doing it.
He stared at her, and as he stared, he forced himself not to hope, because surely it was impossible. Unheard of. Otherworldly.
Azriel gripped that thread within him, and he tugged, and as he tugged, he flooded it with everything he felt for her, every bit of love he had to offer.
His knees weakened when she flinched, confusion on her face.
“What—”
“Look at me,” he interrupted her, placing his hands on her shoulders this time, his eyes boring into hers. He gave another tug, and he could see it then—see the realisation flicker deep within her eyes, the eyes that now flooded with unshed tears.
“What are you doing, I—”
Suddenly, a sense of calm overcame Azriel, and it seemed time slowed to a grinding stop. He saw her eyes then, the eyes he’d lost himself in right upon their first encounter in the Spring Court. The lips he’d kissed during stolen moments alone, the cheeks he’d held when she’d sobbed over the cruelty of the Cauldron for making Nuvian her mate and not him.
He’d wanted to kill Nuvian then. For everything he’d been doing to her, every bruise on her body and soul, every finger he’d ever dared to lay on her. Azriel had already had a plan, but he’d hesitated. He didn’t know what it would do to her if he killed her mate, and before he’d managed to convince himself to go through with it, Tamlin’s father had already sought his revenge for a supposed threat to his throne.
Afterwards, Azriel had held in his hands not only the shattered bits of his lover but also those of his brother, and he’d revelled in the way his dagger felt cutting through Nuvian’s throat like a knife through butter.
He spoke her name now, the name of a love greater than he’d ever dared to hope for. It felt soft on his tongue, and his wings shuddered with the sensation.
“Y/N. My love. It’s you.”
She stared at him, and when she took a step back, creating distance between them, Azriel’s heart gave a crack.
His fingers wrapped gently around her wrist, and he felt her hand tremble in his grip, her face stricken.
“Feel for it,” he insisted, lifting her hand back to his chest to press her palm over his heart. “Dig it up.”
“Azriel,” her voice was rough as gravel as she spoke, her head shaking frantically. “Don’t. It’s not possible.”
He urged closer, breathing her in, feeling the bond thrum thickly within him, and when he tugged again, she gave a choked sob in response to the sensation he knew now coursed through her as well.
“Let it snap,” he said, using her own words, his voice much calmer than he would have thought it would be in such a situation. He weaved his free hand through her hair, lowering his forehead to hers. “Allow it to snap in place.”
She hesitated, but when she finally allowed the tension to flow from her muscles, it seemed every fibre of Azriel’s being came to life with sizzling heat, and this time, when she sobbed, it was with joy barely contained.
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- BONUS -
It was a little while later that Azriel stood in Rhys’ study, his fingers running along the bare curve of his mate’s back, revelling in every bump and dent of her spine. He truly loved her dress—her back bare for him to touch, her front glittering like his favourite constellation.
In the hour since the bond had snapped into place, his hands hadn’t left her once.
Rhys stared at them.
“Two mating bonds,” he muttered, his expression equally mesmerised. “I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”
“Do you think it’s because I didn’t accept the first one?” Y/N asked quietly. She was still buzzing with joy, but the overwhelming revelation had left her spent, her cheeks glowing, her tone calm. Her own hands were fiddling with a button on Azriel’s jacket.
Rhys considered her for a moment. “Perhaps,” he said. “Either that or the fact that Nuvian is dead. There could be a time factor to it as well, but—" Rhys halted in his speech, and his eyes snapped to the door behind Y/N’s back. “Feyre, darling. Have you heard the news?”
When Y/N turned, her gaze landed on the High Lady, and a smile curved her lips in response to the excitement shining in her eyes.
“Well of course. Your thoughts were very loud,” Feyre grinned, closing the door softly behind her. “Cassian and Mor are losing their minds.”
Azriel snorted softly, and Y/N felt his hand slip to her hip to give a gentle squeeze.
“I’m so happy for you two,” Feyre said, bouncing ever so slightly on the balls of her feet, her eyes bright. “I’m so glad it worked.”
Y/N and Azriel shared a look before Y/N looked back at Feyre and asked, “What worked?”
“Well, I wished for it.”
A beat of silence.
“Whatever do you mean, my darling?” Rhys asked from where he sat behind his desk.
Feyre tilted her head. “When you and I were mending the Cauldron, of course. I wished for them to be mated. Didn’t you hear?”
Silence settled, the clock by the door ticking loudly, and all Y/N could do was stare at the faerie that—in the few short months she’d been living at the Night Court—had not only become her High Lady but a dear friend.
For the first time since the bond snapped, Azriel’s hand left her skin, and she felt the loss of contact right down to her bones.
She watched carefully as he neared Feyre and smiled when he wrapped strong arms around her delicate shoulders, pulling her firmly to his chest, his head bowing as he pressed his cheek to her hair.
“Thank you,” he breathed, and as Y/N caught Feyre’s gaze over the shoulder of her mate, it felt like her heart was about to burst with happiness.
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I've been checking stats of Elden Ring NPCs and 1) Miriam is the smartest NPC (22 Int), followed by Sellen (21 Int). I don't really count preset offline Jar Knights because their stats adapt to player's level, that's cheating lol. Also third place (20 Int) is shared between Gideon and DUNG EATER.
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On the bright side, Nepheli is the strongest NPC within the stats (unprecedented 43 Str)
LOL. LMAO EVEN.
I mean, Dung Eater might eat poopoo for a living but he must have some knowledge beyond our understanding. Like, bro literally homebrewd the Omen curse, I assume that takes some braincells to do. He is also surprisingly eloquent when he is not killing and defiling others? Rivaling Gideon in smarts is admittedly pretty funny tho ngl
Not surprised about Sellen NOR Miriam tbh ahahah. Especially Miriam, she has outplayed too many players. She is indeed very smart, that old crone...
Love to see my girl Nepheli working out though. Biggest muscles in the Lands Between fr fr
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j-u-u-z-o · 1 year
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Cuddling with Kensei would be like
I love my hubby. 💕
Sitting behind him with your legs wrapped around his toned waist while you’re massaging his temple
Hate to break it to you but this muscle man loves lying his head on your breasts while you’re massaging his temples
Lightly smacks your hand away from his chest whenever you randomly feel like grabbing his pecs -wiggles eyebrow-
Wraps his arm around you when you’re helping him cook. -he’s the main cook in the muguruma household lol
Offers you some food by taking it from his teeth(?) so that he can give you a quick kiss on the lips.
Sometimes pick up a small piece of chicken from a pan while your back is turned and raises his eyebrows cuz it’s good lol
You absolutely love it when he kisses you passionately. He turns your face to him with his big warm hand on your left cheek while in bed. And then eventually his figure is above you 😩❤️
More on this note, he’s def a top. He loves it when you grab his ass during heated moments.
Kisses your forehead whenever you completed a dish on your own. Ngl, he gets turned on when you cook something for him as a surprise so he caresses your body and grabs your ass in the kitchen. You’re looking a him in shock but you’re also down to get down in the kitchen, nuff said.
He spoon feeds you while cooking just to get a quick peck on your lips (yes, I said that before)
He doesn’t like to admit it but he likes to be spooned -sometimes- eeeeeeep >.<
He’s a big -grumpy- teddy bear. Likes it when your fingers comb through his Mohawk.
He’d show up to your job in squad 4 looking like mashiro stressed him out or he’s about to tell you bad news but he just wanted to ask you if you wanted to eat at a restaurant and you’re like “oh…okay” with some kind of relief somewhere in your voice lol
He’s so bad at giving compliments since he’s some kind of drill sergeant but he can control his voice so he doesn’t look bad
He not into PDA but will allow hand-holding when y’all are walking around seireitei.
You and him are sitting in the living room watching movies and you turn to him. Randomly, You slowly put your hand on his toned chest and caress those muscles with your soft small hands. Man’s love language is physical touch so he just sits there -in his big boxers, displaying his toned thighs- taking it all 😮‍💨❤️
He randomly picks you up to sit in his lap to kiss you and then later make out in the middle of the movie. Caressing your form; slipping his big warm hands under your top to feel your globes.
Kensei is clean and organized man. *whispers* He actually likes seeing you fix/put new sheets on the bed while you’re wearing his tank top which looks like a tank-dress cuz it’s too big pfft.
He groans when while he’s asleep bc you have to leave earlier than him for your shift in squad 4 like at 4am or something. you’re walking to the front door, he follows you in his nothing but his tight boxers, his messy bed hair and tired eyes. Looking down at you and gives you a kiss on your lips and watched you leave the premises. What a loving man.
Pillow talks in the morning but runs late for work lmfao blames you for making him late but no big deal behind it he enjoys spending time with you.
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8 and 17 for that violence ask game !
8. Common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about
whew you really want to sniff blood uh. you're just casually handing me the bat. I'm gonna rattle a bunch of hornets nests. but just the tip. for enrichment.
I think people misinterpret the supermarket scene in dream thieves in a reductive way - there are a hundred layers in there and a very important one is that gansey is specifically talking to adam in a soft voice when ronan starts getting really mad. (yes if you squint I'm turning it into adansey as well with my evil adansey beam. joking. or am I). that's just 1 example but in general I think tdt is very misinterpreted and simplified which is not surprising cause it's the misdirection book but people blatantly look at the finger instead of the moon (yeah I'm gonna leave it at that iykyk)
noah is not a cute friendly soft boy. this interpretation has always been baffling to me, it's like a mandela effect and it's so widespread. I would argue the softer he ever acts is with blue in tdt and even then... he's helping her cheat on adam. he's kind of an asshole, alive AND dead.
gansey is so not plainly morally good!!! he says and does seriously questionable things too but I often see him flattened as this constantly well meaning bumbling naive himbo and voice of reason?? that is as much a persona he puts on sometimes as is polite presidential gansey, and at times it is very much for manipulative ends.
I seriously doubt adam would ever like henry or even wants to (which does make it fun to put them in situations ngl) and ronan definitely doesn't like him.
there is 0 definitive textual proof kavinsky was abused by his parents or in any other way lol like is it possible? yeah. is it canon? nope.
idk where this came from either but ronan is absolutely not a muscular hunk built like a gym rat. canonically he's lanky and wiry. and adam is not a total twig he has lean muscle too he works 3 manual jobs, they have pretty similar builds. the stout, square shouldered one with the big biceps is gansey.
oh and since we're here one last thing ffs stop making ronan a fucking dominant yaoi seme just cause he's tall I've never seen in my life a more obvious bot*the hornets kill me on the spot*
17. there should be more of this type of fic/art
PLEASE stop only drawing adam parrish with a coca cola t shirt oh my god he's worn it once. ONCE. that was the joke. he's not donald duck. I desperately wish for more adams in various clothes get him different fun t shirts and coveralls and slightly too big coats and jean/leather jackets and button ups. also I always enjoy 300 fox way ladies drawings so definitely more of that!
as for the fic part please please please make pynch more freaky you all know this is my personal battle. they're so fucking weird about each other. I don't care about coffee shops and normie AUs I want to read how they deal with their freakiest slightly horrific sublimated deepest desires. I need more sickos pynch fics introduced in the ecosystem for balance. (holds this fic up as an example like that injured spiderman meme. careful he's a hero)
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moonlightknightess · 4 months
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(just pretend this is an ask cuz I lost both of them by posting an incomplete draft by accident 😡😡🤬🤬)
Gonna merge these asks in one prompt cuz the one with the link is already down (as per usual), but sure!
Tbf it's my fault cuz that one lasted a really long time, but I guess we can't have nice things lol
Ngl this one's a bit rushed in the end, but still I hope y'all enjoy it ☺️
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- It still amazes me whenever I see it, you know? -
And she means every word, a playful remark that has him getting harder on her belly, has his shaft pulsating slightly faster as she maps his entire length with her digits, provoking little groans on command when she engulfs him on her palm
Because no matter how much of this has been happening between the two of them, she still finds herself dumbfounded whenever Eren knocks on her door (sometimes reeking of alcohol. Sometimes not) coincidentally around the neighborhood and feeling like visiting her out of the blue.
Nor can she still get her head wrapped around the idea that everything that unfolds in the privacy of her small apartment is pretty much real. From the beginning to the very end and everything in between. Her mind and body always coming to an agreement that serves to tell her yes, this really happened.
No matter how many times she tries, she always finds herself in this very same situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, and slightly eager, she still can't find herself believing that this diabolic, devil thing currently lying atop her abdomen was able to provoke her so many different sensations and emotions.
- I know - He answers plain and simple, a small smidge of pride showing in the tone of his voice, the same one that more often than not makes her want to regret what she says. The last thing she wants is for him to get a little too full of himself  - And you fucking love it -
She is oh so ready to beat those allegations as soon as they come out of his mouth, to at least show some kind of resistance and let him know that she is not someone he should be looking down to
Still, she can only let out a small pitch of surprise as soon as he gets himself out of her hold, his heat missing. The ghost of his form quickly fading off, her eyes meeting the sight of his hands pumping himself up, forearms muscles contouring as he seems to get ready for what they both have been waiting for.
Unashamed as he always tends to be, he spits on his hand before he starts to slowly lube himself, his cock becoming shinier the more he spreads his own saliva. Unaware of the effect he unconsciously had on her, to the way she wets her lips and the subtle bob he throat makes
- Jesus Christ, Jaeger - She tries to fake as much disgust as she can, sending him a quick disapproval glance before she locks eyes once again on his groin - I still don’t understand what Mikasa saw in you, seriously -
- I could ask the same thing about you - 
Right before she can come up with some sort of response, he is already hovering over her, teal eyes piercing through her own as the shadow of his form engulfs her completely, her heart racing as she feels his raspy hands lifting her legs by the underside of her knees, her chest getting tighter the more he starts to press himself closer and by extension, locking her legs higher, his arms anchoring 
- So, tell me, Sasha -  She can feel the heat of his breath when he starts to whisper to her ear, lips mischievously resting on her skin, raising goosebumps on her skin as she becomes aware of her situation: Butt naked, legs wide open, slightly eager and locked in place, her groin growing moisture by the second the more she realizes that he doesn’t mean to go easy on her this time, the missing heat that left her now coming back in the form of a sharp hot tip placing itself right in the middle of her folds, rock hard and raging to go - What did you see in me? -
He doesn’t expect an answer at all, using the small confusion he provoked in her by to take her by surprise, the sudden thrust of his hips breaking into her deepness threatening to force her lungs to chant his name out loud, the way he purposefully stays sheathed inside her making her toss and turn on his hold, demanding and begging him both in equal parts until he deems it enough
And to be fair, if she ever had to answer his question as sincerely as their relationship made her do, she would have to say that this is what she saw in him
Because no matter how much she tries- no matter how many one-night stands she wakes up from- None of them compares to what Eren can offer
Because she has still yet to find someone who can steal the air out of her lungs and devour her alive just like he can, the liplock he forces on her demanding all her might not to just clamp her teeth on his lower lip out of overload of sheer, primal emotions, tongue easily sliding against her own making her toes curl painfully, the subtle slurping sound they both created now growing louder by the second until shame is thrown out the window and they become careless of the needy moans they make, careless of the mess of spit they become with every hungry kiss and the bridges of saliva that raises and crumbles every time they separate for air and plunge back into action
Because she has still yet to find anyone who knows every single inch of her body and makes the best of using that knowledge just as he does, his hands gripping and massaging her love handles in the only way that makes her sigh in relief, his teeth providing the perfect amount of pressure on her lower lip to make her moan his name, his body contouring in the perfect position and his dick scrapping her upper walls so deliciously it makes her eyes shine blind, whiteness her only sight whenever he retreats his waist ever so slowly and snaps back inside like a powerful piston, plowing her so fucking hard she swears she can see his cock bulging out of her insides, and just when she reaches out her hand just to make sure her mind isn’t playing minds on her, she finds herself delighted to feel him despite the several layers between them, a subtle bulge that set her nerves livewire the more she presses it, at the same time provoking a small grunt from Eren that she wishes she could hear more
There is no denying at this point that he is the only one who makes her go insane, makes her go feral with so little she starts to worry she is getting obsessed with him.
Because it’s not normal the way she threads her fingers in his poor attempt of a man bun and practically shoves his face against her own, nor it’s normal the way she falls hypnotized whenever he sheathes out and provides her with the sight of his reddish member dripping awfully from the mix of her juices pouring out of her, the little bob it makes almost making her unaware of the fact that he isn’t wearing protection,  and she isn’t sure it was a good day to go raw at all
- Eren, wait - She tries to warn him, her hand trying to cover her velvet just as he felt like repositioning himself, tip meeting the cover her fingers made as he lifts his gaze and is met with her sweaty face, her breath labored in the form of little pants she makes
- You are not wearing a condom - She clarifies under his doubtful expression, his mind processing her words for a second too long before he reaches out for her hand and swats it away, his thumb pressing her clit so deliciously it makes it harder for her to claw her nails on his hand - Wha?!- 
- I know - He answers, barely giving too much thought to his response, just like you would answer someone when they ask you the time, as if the fact that they have been having raw sex for the past hour wasn’t nerve-wracking by itself
- Eren! - She chastised when she tries to cover her entrance once again, her hand swatted again but this time with Eren taking it in his hold, her other hand meeting the same fate when she tried the same move - I’m serious here, stop joking around - 
- I’m not joking - He whispers against her ear just like he did at the start, his thick fingers threading on her own as he pins her hands on both sides of her head, the head of his dick resting teasingly against her folds and his hips snapping up and down as he coats himself in the wetness her slit provides, his hands now placing itself barely below her navel, rubbing her softly - You would look amazing bearing my children, I fucking swear -
- No - She says out of reflex, her face turning in the opposite direction, her legs shaking and her breathing growing harsh with the mere idea of it, sweating cold just as she sees the whole scenario in her head: her belly growing larger by the months, the spawn of their mischievousness taking place right inside her body
The worst part is that she can't help but find herself allured by the idea.
Thrilled by the forbidden nature of such an act
Where did this all come from, seriously
- Wh- why not? - Eren asks, the friction he is forcing on her increasing in tempo, his words heavy on his throat as he tries to regain his breath, his hand forcing her to look him directly at his eyes, so intimately close she gets intoxicated in his natural essence, noses rubbing together as he caresses her jaw softly - Just tell me why not -
- You know why - She is too weak to break out from his hold, her hand not strong enough to push him by his bicep, her bite not potent enough to make his lip bleed, her mind a hot mess of unconcealed emotions that makes her barely able to talk reasoning to him, to make him understand the very reason why this can’t happen - M-Mikasa would never forgive us if we… -
But alas, Eren has never been a man of reasoning, even less one of clever judgment, he just mindlessly seeks for whatever he wants, and everyone around just either suck it up and let it be or they better be prepared to fight off his nonsense
And she really, really, wishes she could consider herself one of the latter, to know better than to let herself get dragged in the rabbit hole in which he means to take her alongside him, the sensation of warmth and fullness filling her insides once again as he starts to rock her world, the lewd plap of their skin clashing lowering the walls they once built up, lulling her into a ecstasy-like state, the softness in which his tongue caresses hers mind-blowing just in the perfect way 
-You won’t regret it… I swear you won’t -
It is both too much and not enough, the way his words fill her with dread and hope, the way his digits trace her belly and make it flutter so easily she starts to worry about just how much control he has over her, the fact that just a mere kiss from him can erase any hint of doubt in her mind, how utterly futile it is for her to try and fight this feeling of want growing inside her the more his pace becomes more erratic, to keep her mouth close shut because she knows damn well she can have it in herself to make it stop… 
To make him stop
Still, despite trying her best, she can’t help but keep her eyes glued on his. Barely open, watery and stinging as they were still enough to let him see through her, her mouth shaping into the smallest “o” when he decides to thrust up once, twice, thrice and then some more, her muscles boiling hot under the pressure of his presence and all the emotions he is provoking on her.
As he drags her hand right above her belly, right above where he is going to mark her for good, she finally loses her last hold on sanity, the little whispers he mouths on her lips a perpetual chant that ingrains itself in her mind and grow roots instantly, the incessant push and pull he forces on her tight walls making her go feral for more, open mouthed, tongue wrapping kisses shared between them no matter the mess of saliva coating their lips, the gooshing sound of her juices pouring out with each snap of his hips making her realize she is not lasting for much longer
She swears she can can feel it, the way his shaft hardens inside her, the telltale of his orgasm starting, his mouth sucking hers in the literal sense of the word as his cock pounds her like a broken piston, his body flush against hers as he takes her whole, overwhelming her whole self until he gives her a last thrust of finality.
Is both painful and blissful, the way he pushes his hips upwards just so she can feel it right on her guts, the small bump she feels on her hand a sturdy little thing that has her purring in desire
The warmness that overtakes her insides a beautiful and yet cruel reminder that this was pretty much real
She really, really wishes she doesn’t regret this…
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unlikelysaintdelele · 3 months
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I love remembering I have OCs for video games. The full game isn’t out yet, but the demo has me foaming at the mouth for more. So here are the girls and some brief descriptions~
They’ll develop more when the full game comes out.
The Unnamed: Samara
Romance: Ais, Kuras
She’s usually very patient and kind, but after finding out her blessing was actually a curse, her faith has been rattled. She’s snappy if pushed and a lil on edge. She felt very drawn to Kuras (something about him felt familiar) and Ais (the hive mind thing reminded her of the lies the temple told her about her curse, but it felt very different), distrustful of Leander (too charming), and doesn’t care too much about Vere (strong sense of danger). She finds Mhin amusing at best, rude at worst, and is only slightly taller than them. She likes baking, gardening, art, and languages (she liked being able to talk to everyone who visited the temple). She dislikes… bitter food and drinks ig.
She has rather average coloring and height, but she is by no means an average beauty. brown hair with deep waves and big brown eyes. I can’t out of my head that she has these soft pouty princess peach lips. I feel like kids would see her at the temple and think she’s a princess from a fairytale.
The Alchemist: Adrienne
Romance: Leander, Mhin
Tall, lithe, and long ass hair. Around four inches taller than Mhin, lol. She’s a bit reserved and may or may not trust a lil too easily. It’s a bit questionable because, despite being wary at first, Leander very easily won her over, there’s no way she’d get anywhere near Vere or Ais if she can help it. Mostly Vere. Being able to read Leander’s magic definitely helped. As for Mhin, their shared goal is what draws her to them, and she finds Mhin pretty. She really likes pretty clothing (and jewelry and shoes and faces) and history books. She dislikes ill-fitting or mismatched clothing, getting dirty, and not knowing.
Midnight black hair, it’s thick and well cared for. Since she’s a spellcaster, I wanted her to look magical as well, so I gave her violet eyes. I also imagine her tanned, around Vere and Elyon’s shade.
The Hound: Tori
Romance: Vere
Ngl, I liked Vere upon meeting him, but then I died when I followed him out the tavern so I noped out of that rq. I felt he deserved love nonetheless but the two other girls already have personalities that would avoid him at all costs. So Vere gets a big tiddie bimbo who is lowkey a muscle mommy. I say lowkey because she was kind of a runt when she was younger, always smaller than other kids her age, and she never quite grew out of that. She worked hard to earn her strength and takes pride in her scars. Anyways, Leander and Kuras’ charity doesn’t sit well with her and she just finds Mhin annoying. Ais is just funny to her and she’s a horndog for Vere. Suffocating between his thighs would be a good death. She likes fighting, money, and a certain red-haired demon.
She’s got a strawberry blonde hair situation that she keeps a little below chin length. Her eyes are green-blue, they look greener under direct lighting but are often mistaken for dark blue since she’s usually wearing a hood or in shadow. I like to imagine her with a bunch of freckles.
Side note: in my mind, Adrienne and Tori aren’t nearly as rattled by what happened in their backstories since they were raised to question and never fully trust what they first see. Adrienne because of her thorough education and Tori because she was literally raised by criminals. Samara was taught to trust, to not question, so her world was really turned upside down in her backstory. Tori is hurt but isn’t too surprised, more annoyed. Adrienne is… confused but powering through. She really looked up to her teacher, and would probably feel very broken up about it if she let herself, but she is too disciplined and determined to let herself get distracted by betrayal. Especially when she’s so close to a cure. Samara is just going a lil crazy but it’s good for her.
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syxadel · 10 months
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Where'd you leard to draw and color so good?!?!?!!! *shakes you vigorously* (i adore your sketches so much, do you have any tips on how to be faster at sketching or do you take your time?)
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ooooohh okay so I HAHAHA THANK YOU *jingles when shaken* bueheeheehee
i typically just rawdog it ngl i would say i sketch pretty fast! thats mainly because i used to draw side by side other artists for years on live collaborative canvases (like magma or drawpile) and conversational / roleplay sketches could get repetitive to draw. you (i) would draw em quickly because you want to move on in the scene!
so basically timed repetition is how to speed up your sketches-and it was repetition with minor differences, like the head slowly turning more or the eyes different… it would force you to draw angles and poses you normally wouldn’t, mainly for desire of the scene HAHHAHA
additionally if you’re there with other people, you can watch them draw for help. or just ask lol! it makes you look more analytically at how they do their angles!
it also helps that muscle memory builds up and if you have a strong mental image of what you want, you can do a quick shitty sketch of positioning and slowly ease it out into something not shitty. yk just take your time. that’s usually what i do for my softer drawings with more depth and detail (always w the pencil.) references help when i have trouble holding onto the image. but if i don’t feel like a reference and i am more focused on the specific feeling of a piece, i’ll just vibe with it
yeah for me the ‘image’ or the sketch is just my gayass imagination going WOUSFG UP UG GO IDG and i go haha yeah dude let me draw it except if your imagination was an overactive and forgetful very big animal. like a dog
disregard the dog comment, as for coloring… um HAHAHAH i am surprised that people ask / tell me that because i fucking HATE coloring dude. i have zero patience for the color wheel. i love looking at colors, hate using them, have to get like warmed up to the process before i start it.
UHHH best advice i can say is good lord, look up those coloring basics guides about using the color wheel… and … the triangle thing…. also tone is important lmao (sorry i have nothing specific to offer off the top of my head i rawdog this as well)
i use a grayscale layer a lot when coloring to make sure the contrast is right and that the saturation levels differ enough not to be too level across the board, this is pretty useful when painting!
for getting colors to match across the composition, i will choose another color for them all to match to and try to get the same og colors but if they were filtered through this main hue. does that make sense? so for example, i’ll do slightly blueish yellow and blueish purple to get em to mingle better. or ill throw in a bg color to make em get along. maybe if i feel like hurting my tablet i’ll do a complimentary filtered hue.
either way, i do be eyeballing it tho. fuck it we ball until you find out the right combo. and if you’re not getting it, correction layer/filter it lol… there’s also color balancing, but i only recently started fucking with that. but most of the time i am just so damn lazy i’d rather grayscale the entire piece. i imagine things more in tones than hues when it’s a mental image, and the colors aren’t elusive so much as they are… annoying to grasp? like i have to mentally put the color filter onto the picture HAHAHHA
all i know are: ooga booga complimentary hues. saturation. and reference inspiration for help 💀
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alitgblog · 7 days
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vol vi thoughts bc fusebox keeps bringing me back
although we're in casa so ya know.... story is bound to get bad soon after casa
first of all, Hari. im so disappointed with his sprite because I'd so go for him for looks alone otherwise (his hair is nice and hes indian and hes got the rohan sort of physique albeit more muscle-y). but somethings up with his face and his eyes are a little red and his torso is doing the thing Vicki does, so he just feels like a leftover from S7 (and what a shame bc Tyler is drawn so well but barely gets time to impress us in the villa!)
OK anyway personality wise though hes giving nothing. Bombshells gotta cause more chaos and I think he'd be a fine and dandy OG in the real show but he's just kinda here. I mean idk maybe I tapped through his dialogue too quickly but in my head rn he's similar level to Elliot. Elliot I can at least make gamer jokes about and the girls had more to say about him than just: he's hot, and MC should go for him. that being said what I'm about to reveal i did in a few bullet points will not make sense.
The note was obviously gonna be from Jin (your LI), so them dragging it out was a little annoying. And I have personal opinion on what types of things should be gem choices and part of that is having a good enough excuse not to go through with it and I think not reading the note for no reason is not good enough. Anyway I did choose to read the note and it's sweet and references Jin's whole "funny guy but now I'm serious about you" shtick and I just wish they write that a little differently but it's still cute.
Then we get Bea's messages and it's odd bc I can't think of a reason or another season on the show that they dragged out the bombshells arrival like this. Like first of all, they might as well have given a message to Theo as well instead of just Oakley and Hari. But even more than that, why put the messages at all? just to have a cliffhanger at the end of the episode? I think just straight up during the sports day challenge, have someone read a text that a new couple is joining, and then bam it's Jin and Bea. maybe one text from her but the multiple was bugging me.
I also don't know why I got it in my head that Bea was gonna flirt with Theo/Claudia depending on who you flirted with, plus also your current LI but like that would've been a nice addition since I think Theo and Claudia should be done for but they don't make it clear???
Oakley messing with Emel about the drink was funny ngl, but I do miss the routes not merging because it just doesn't make sense to me having Oakley do that. Jack or Jin, maybe, but Oakley is the silent, serious type. Like in my head, he's more like Noah.
There is very briefly a few friendship moments between MC and Theo this volume and in my head they are besties and I wish that was canon/more explicit because I'm not going after him anyway. That way you get the friends who get closer and become lovers storyline from either Theo or Claudia and the other you still get to be friends with.
I'm surprised Claudia and Theo aren't just fully broken up because Claudia is asking for advice and I'm like, did yall not already get that sorted?? it's been so long. One of them should just go for the bombshells.
A chat with Claudia! finally! (albeit a gem scene) I thought we'd get to know more about her but it's mostly just a game of word association which is odd. I will say admitting that MC associates love with Jin made me laugh bc I'm cruel
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The girls then say that MC needs to graft on Hari because they're both single and I get the support, but also MC is still getting over Jin lol.
Remember how I said the way I'm gonna play this doesn't make sense? Okay so I decided I needed to create my own mess, just to see if fusebox is gonna let my MC have consequences for her actions. So this is for science, in a way... Okay. So I may have let my MC flirt with Hari. And then maybe she got a sexy massage from him. And then maybe they kissed. What can I say? She's out of her mind without Jin. 🤣
okay no but seriously, in my head she does start to revert to her old ways, her old type, but she knows Hari isn't right for her. She misses Jin but she's not used to having a connection so fast with someone. And when he's gone she misses him but over the course of the day after putting on her brave face, she's convinced herself she's overthinking it. the letter was sweet but it scared her a little. she knows he was gonna ask her to be exclusive and she freaked a little. she just needs a little distraction....
I enjoy sports day but in my head it's usually a late in the show game. Like around in S2 when they have the bird thing happening or the S4 musical (OK maybe not that late, like probably pre baby challenge, but it's generally a challenge with very little drama is my point). still it was fun to have here.
and then of course return of the king, Jin comes back. and with the way I've been doing shit, yes, MC did kiss Hari when Jin entered and ohhhh he was upset.
Bea is cute but playful and still competitive and okay she goes for your couple, but also I get like Chelsea vibes from her (no canon reason why, I just think it's the hair) so love her.
Double date is so fun when your other partner is nearby, like it's almost enough to forget they did the same thing in season 5 because it's so much better this time around.
for fun and for angst I just imagine in the show, mid date they cut to a beach hut scene where MC is like "yeah I had a fun time with Hari but he when he was talking about all the things he wants in a life partner, I kept thinking about how I want that with Jin." 🥺
anyway yeah bring back beach hut
So I'm not a big fan of how they introduced the bombshells and LI return but it's not bad. I just think we could've gotten more time with Jin, Hari, and Bea. It's unclear but I think it's implied Jin, Hari, Bea, and MC are all single and I hope that's true because that way there will be little consequence (as in no sudden dumping) if you or another one of those characters brings someone from casa. because you're not in a couple anyway. (I mean I always hope there's no Dumping immediately after casa bc the arguments are more fun but this is how they've been doing it recently and i think part of that is bc of how they force the routes to merge)
it's also nice we don't get immediately stolen from our partner a la Tom/Cora entrance (or Elliot/Chloe) but it's sort of implied with how the sports day couples went? like I wish there was just a little more time before Casa so it's clear they're all single
or fuck it, give us a recoupling and post casa don't dump the other LI right away if you switch. Like you should be able to make up with your LI or not and it's boys choice and if they wanna keep the slow burn Theo picks last I guess and gets Bea just to also fix the Theo and Claudia together but not storyline. Maybe between your original LI and Hari, one of them picks Claudia (or give us another mlm couple if you're on a Claudia route and let him couple with Theo lmao)
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cooliogirl101 · 2 years
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I saw your sunshine au and Uchiha Hisana au and I find it really amusing how it seems that as an Uchiha, Hisana is more sisterly towards Sasuke but as a Hyuga, Hisana is lowkey Sasuke's bully in non-massacre version lmao. Can I see more of sunshine au with Hisana's sass towards Sasuke, and him, always falling for it or get easily provoked? NGL, but sassy Hisana is really enjoyable in all aus especially in whatever body she's in. Thank you for taking your time to answer!
Not really a bully, more like...cheerfully annoying big sister figure lol. In her defense, messing with Sasuke is a lot of fun :P
He looked to the right. He looked to the left. The corridors were completely free of people, no one in sight.
So far, so good.
Sasuke took a deep breath, centering himself. There was a window straight in front of him, just twenty feet ahead, cracked open, curtains swaying tantalizingly in the breeze. He was so close to freedom he could taste it.
"Now or never," he muttered to himself before making a break for it.
"Not so fast," the Voice of his Nightmares said from behind him, right before he felt an invisible string around his left ankle jerk taut. An arm caught him right before he face-planted into the floor, and he looked up to see Hyuuga Hinata smirking at him, an amused glint in her eyes.
"You know, for an Uchiha, your situational awareness is kind of crap," she said conversationally, pulling him to his feet and ignoring his half-hearted attempts to shake her off. He scowled at her.
"My situational awareness is fine. You're just creepily good at sneaking up on people," he grumbled.
"Call it a talent of mine," Hinata said, not bothering to deny it. "Not that you made it difficult for me," she added, with a pointed glance at the cast covering his right leg. "Trying to sneak out of the hospital when you can barely walk-- this really isn't your brightest moment, is it?"
"What are you even doing here? I thought you didn't work Wednesdays," he complained, choosing to ignore that last part.
"Aww, you memorized my shift schedule? How sweet," she teased, poking him in the cheek. Sasuke scowled harder, feeling his face heat up, and turned his head away. "You're right though, I normally don't work in the hospital on Wednesdays. But with Sakura out on a mission, I figured I'd stop by and keep you company."
Sasuke glared at her.
"I don't need a babysitter," he hissed through gritted teeth.
"No, you don't," Hinata agreed, almost causing Sasuke to trip again out of surprise. "I, however, need someone to rant about the latest release of The Samurai's Lover Chronicles to, and since you're conveniently unable to run away at the moment, I've decided to volunteer you for the job." She smiled widely at him, grip tightening on his arm. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to catch you up on the first three books first so you're not lost."
"Don't look at me like that, they're really not that bad," she added. "Who knows? Maybe you'll even pick up a thing or two about romance."
Sasuke gave her a long-suffering look.
"You're punishing me, aren't you? This is my punishment for trying to escape."
"Don't be so dramatic, this is just one friend catching another friend up on her hobbies and interests, which happen to include trashy romance novels," Hinata replied.
"Yeah, right. This is a hostage situation," Sasuke grumbled.
"Tomato, tomahto," she responded, before pulling out a book from what Sasuke was pretty sure was some alternate pocket dimension that existed solely to make Sasuke's life more difficult. "Now, let me give you some background first, because otherwise you'll be completely lost."
"And what a tragedy that would be," he snarked. "Also, what you said before doesn't even make sense, because 'tomato' and 'tomahto' are completely different. Who the fuck even pronounces it 'tomahto' in the first place--"
"I do, that's who," Hinata retorted.
"Since when?" Sasuke asked, just to be difficult.
A muscle in Hinata's cheek twitched.
"Since now. For example: The tomahtos sure are ripe today. I'll take a basket of tomahtos. I'm going to shove a tomahto down your throat if you don't shut up and let me get on with the story," she said, tone shifting from 'annoyed' to 'imminent threat' in a matter of seconds.
Sasuke shut up.
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I ACCIDENTALLY GOT DISTRACTED WHEN I WAS READING THIS YESTERDAY SO I ONLY GOT TO FINISH THIS TODAY OOPS-
anyways,, THOMA !!!! MY BOY !!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH,, every other paragraph I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him aggressively like THOMA💥💥💥👹👹👹👹👹👹 (affectionately) unironically i actually really like chapter 3 lol, it was giving girls night/sleepover vibes
i got whiplash from the she/her pronouns ngl, its been a while since ive seen that in your writing HAHSJAJDKANDKWNS i dont mind tho ofc ✨
AYAKA AND KOKOMI HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK, THE GASP I LET OUT WHEN I READ THAT LIKE HAKXNWKDKWKDWO
short but sweet ! i really like it 🥹 we love our hoyoverse fire men™ i look forward to more of these,, maybe like diluc or smth but ofc i care the most abt kalpas definitely not me constantly staring at the request list, which i realized that most of the requests are from me- sorry
- herrscher anon (I KEPT ACCIDENTALLY TYPING KALPAS INSTEAD OF THOMA GOODBYE 😭😭😭)
HI HERRSCHER ANON!!!!! if I'm allowed to post fics months after the request you are definitely allowed to read them whenever you're free lol Thooooommmmmmaaaaaaaaaa 😭🧡 I just want to hold his hand i swear
chapter 3 was like "wow I have this cool idea" for the first like 3 paragraphs and then it's just "this made up character seems way too made up" and I wanted to make miyuki and reader be friends but like hhhhhhhh I also said reader and ayaka we're close but I don't think they ever speak to each other I'm so mad but the idea of Thoma being just a little jealous has me feeling some sorta way lol
I HAD TO GO BACK AND CHECK THAT I DID USE SHE/HER BECAUSE IVE GOTTEN SO USED TO GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS the only reason it wasn't gender neutral is because I was struggling to get the meaning I wanted across?? shout out to my only other fic that doesn't use gender neutral pronouns for the same reason
AYAKA 👏 AND 👏 KOKOMI 👏 DESERVE 👏 TO BE 👏 HAPPY 👏
and if they happen to be happy with each other that's not my fault 👀
hoyoverse firey men have my heart. you can tell because if I type "hoyo" my phone immediately suggests hoyoverse firey men. I've mentioned it like 20 times but there is a mostly finished Diluc fic that we just don't talk about
I'm excited to do all the requests tho so don't worry about it! am I slow at writing them? yes. but you guys have some of the best ideas and I'm living for each and every one lol
would not be surprised if I tagged one of the chapters with Kalpas because that's just muscle memory
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quilaava · 2 years
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i’ve been playing ring fit adventure since fall 2020 and i finally beat the story mode a few days ago!! despite having the game for more than a year i only started regularly playing it in november 2021. since then, i’ve lost almost 20lbs (alongside being a bit more conscious of my diet, which is equally important lol). i took a break due to a family emergency and lost a good bit of muscle mass and stamina, but once i restarted my routine i could feel it improving again.
i’m not surprised that the game is in the top 10 for best selling switch games  and i 100% recommend it if you cannot afford or have time to visit a gym regularly.
(also the songs are kinda bangers ngl)
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mythgirlimagines · 2 years
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DVHS Reread: Prologue
Welcome to the first part of this, haha. I just had a thought recently that I should go through and add random commentary on my fangan. Obviously, spoilers if you haven’t read DVHS before (linked above). Let me jump right in!
Waking up from a dream is disorienting when you don't even know you're sleeping. It's even more disorienting when the only thing I can see when I open my eyes is black, sort of swirling. There's almost no difference between my eyes being open or shut. I can't describe it in as many words, not in any language I know. It's negro, noir, schwarz. Black as far as I can see. Nothing more.
This first section - the whole part until X-X-X - I first read to my high school Writers’ Guild. They really liked it, so I didn’t really touch it since then!
Making a split-second decision, I bow in proper greeting. "We should at least introduce ourselves, right? I'm Ishikawa Camila, Super High-School Level Linguist."
NGL I used SHSL instead of Ultimate for the word count boost. I’m not sorry.
Abe doesn't let this distract him, and doesn't hesitate going around corners, staying in the middle of the hallway. I can't imagine this is just dumb luck, especially not once we find ourselves in front of the gym.
Yeah, he knows his way around because, as established in canon, the Warriors did indeed watch the broadcasts of the DR1 killing game; so he would have a good idea of how to get around the school.
I almost expect for us to be greeted with a full gym, but that's not the case. Rather, it's empty. 
I was also tempted to do a meet-everyone-in-different-places thing like SDR2 and V3, but introducing them in batches in one location was just easier for me in the end. I rewrote this part two or three times before it felt more right.
Abe shifts his eyes over to me briefly, as if telling me to do something to make ourselves more known, as the muscled guy puts a hand on her shoulder. "Chill out, Rikimaru. He's just excited." 
I didn’t fully recognize until now that there’s an interaction between this victim-killer pair so early on lol anyway RIP Matsumoto, wish I gave you more screentime.
I sigh, shifting my position. I want to try talking to him again, but he would probably ignore me, so I don't bother.
For now.
No promises for the future.
I found this part incredibly funny when I wrote it. I make myself laugh...
His expression becomes less frantic and more cocky, like a C-list celebrity who expects to be recognized and asked for autographs, though nobody does. He tugs on his purple jacket and slips his hands half into the pockets of his jeans. "Oh, you know me! My blog is only one of the most popular and well-known in Japan."
"I already told you. Nobody knows who you are." It takes a moment for me to realize that it was the girl who spoke. She pushes herself off of the wall and comes over to us. "His name is Aoyama Nozomu, Super High-School Level Blogger." Her eyes shift over to him, but he doesn't notice. He's too busy striking some odd kind of pose. Maybe he thinks he's in an anime or something. "Idiot."
Same can be said for these passages.
Abe looks after Aoyama with a somewhat puzzled look on his face. "Something wrong?" I ask, and am actually a bit surprised when he answers.
"Nothing. I didn't say so, but one of my older sisters is a fan of his." I notice his brief hesitation when he mentions his sister, but he stares hard at Aoyama's back, not acknowledging it. It's a wonder I got anything out of him at all. "Can't really see why."
This marks the first mention of Abe’s “sisters,” them being, of course, Toko and Komaru. This time it’s Komaru being referenced, since I feel like she would be more into blogs than Toko would.
Two of them, a long-haired girl in a t-shirt and denim shorts and a shorter boy, are already talking animatedly with each other, and move so they're sitting in front of the stage. 
This is funny to me only because I never draw Hamasaki with shorts? I always give her cutoff jeans instead.
She's poised, with almost as much muscle as Saito, though she's more elegant in a gauze-like skirt. 
On the other hand, I based Miyuki’s outfit directly off of an outfit I love wearing, just with different colors.
Ueda nods, momentarily distracted by Rikimaru and Maeda bickering even louder than they were earlier. Aoyama snickers. I bet he wishes he could be recording this for his blog. He seems like the type. 
Aoyama would love TikTok.
One of them, a girl with curled pigtails, sifts through some tiny scraps of paper or something that she's holding. 
If you look back at the silhouettes I made for the countdown to DVHS, Yoshida was drawn with two braids rather than two pigtails. I changed that sometime in the middle of chapter two, after I’d already made the silhouettes.
"Ishikawa, Ueda, all of you, nice to meet you. My name is Nakamura Ikuo, Super High-School-Level Charmer."
Nearby, I can practically feel Abe bristle. When I look back, his expression is mostly neutral, but his body language tells me quite the opposite.
I started dropping hints towards the end VERY early on, which I think adds to reread value lol
"Who pissed in his Cheerios?" Yoshida asks. 
One of my favorite lines XD
A chill runs down my spine as I look back towards the wings of the stage, where Abe was looking earlier. 
This was mostly me wondering, but shouldn’t there be a way to get to the back of the stage? Like most stages, even in gymnasiums, have a back entrance for performers and stuff. Where would that hallway/entrance even be on the map? Yknow?
"Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy," a familiar voice says. I know I've heard it before, but for some reason, my mind blanks on who it is. "This is your headmaster spe-"
I’m not sure how many of you remembered this by the end, but this is an introduction from Makoto, the actual headmaster, not Monokuma.
The sound cuts off, and is soon replaced with this awful music that makes Hamasaki visibly recoil and the rest of us shout in surprise. I go back to covering my ears with a groan. It's less music and more clashing sounds, like it was thrown together at the last minute. 
This is the music from the first V3 motive, in case you didn’t know.
Whoever this is now is an imposter, they have to be. 
Monokuma sus
"You heard me! Stabbing, bludgeoning, beating, poisoning, spearing, skewering, strangling, dismembering, drowning, asphyxiating, crushing, even all of the above! It's up to you. That is the only way you can leave." 
This is all the different ways (with none repeated) the victims died in canon
That’s really all I have for the commentary on the prologue. I hope you look forward to more installments of this, and as always, I’m open to any questions about dvhs!
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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years
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Iah hii<3 how have you been??? I'm getting ready to binge thru your dola asks :3 and if you're still answering them dropping some of my own~ (if you're not then dw dw disregard this shdj) also hoping your weekend is going lovely🖤
♒️ Do they end up checking to see if their signs are compatible? Or maybe do they do ‘love-tests’ (enter in your name and see if you’re meant for each other kind of thing)
💋 How do they kiss? >:3
👁 What’s their favorite part of their s/o?
💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?
Oooh Naamah!! Hello!! And yes I am still answering!! As always so surprised to see so many people interested >.< My weekend was tiring af and my body hurts a lot and ngl I’m sleep again but it was fun!! Very thankful for the families that I barely knew who brought their dogs to the beach and all the aunties who cooked really killer chicken lol
I hope your weekend has been kind to you too!! I feel like stuff’s been consistently rough with you so I hope you got to rest and deal with that acads problem you had a week (?) ago >.>
♒️ Do they end up checking to see if their signs are compatible? Or maybe do they do ‘love-tests’ (enter in your name and see if you’re meant for each other kind of thing)
She doesn’t… She had a friend who made her look up theirs and their crush’s signs for compatibility and seeing the wide range of very different answers turned her off to the credibility of such a thing. She’d do it for fun if she’s at like, a sleepover or something but she doesn’t really believe in the stars having much of an influence on her or her relationships.
(Which is kinda funny because I think I made her very Scorpio/Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp without realizing it? And after looking it up I think some of the Libra/Scorpio and Scorpio/Sagittarius readings are kind of spot on for how I see her and Satan and her and Solomon >.>)
💋 How do they kiss?
She kisses, at first, like it were the most obvious fact in the world that she loves her partner. It’s an innocent kiss that can slowly turn into one where it’s like she’s desperate to both give her all and take everything her partner can give. She grows insatiable, only parting to catch her breath before pressing her lips to her lover’s once again, sometimes whispering sweet nothings in between.
👁 What’s their favorite part of their s/o?
She loves Satan’s eyes. I headcanon that in their demon form, their eyes are like those duochrome eyeshadows where the irises reflect a different color and she can’t help but be mesmerized by how the turquoise in Satan’s eyes reflect lime. Plus the way that the specular highlights on his eyes are black instead of the color of the light is something that she ends up staring at whenever he’s in his demon form. Special mention to his fangs. :)
On Solomon, she really loves his hands and arms. He probably never wears shorter sleeves outside of the beach, and something about seeing him roll his sleeves up to work on a potion or spell gets Dola’s attention. Very sure, precise moments and the slight flexing of muscle and tendons—it’s not as flashy as Satan’s eyes but still gets her admiring them all the same. Special mention to his forehead because she always gets the urge to brush his bangs away to give it a kiss >.<
💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?
She sends plenty loving texts but not cutesy ones—not on purpose, anyway. She probably just naturally sends stuff that reads kinda cute… Or her boyfriends are just easy to please with a simple ‘i miss you :c‘ while they’re out doing errands or attending meetings or exploring some ruins somewhere. Most of her texts are her checking up on them or sending them pictures of things that reminded her of them.
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fallinfl0wers · 3 years
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hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!
Literally baby-sized trouble.
summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><
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Diluc
He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.
Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.
He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.
But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.
After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.
Very supportive and very protective!
You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.
If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><
He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><
You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.
But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(
He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3
But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.
You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...
He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;
So you two will have to think about a name again!
In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!
Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!
He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...
But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.
But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.
At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.
He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.
What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.
You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.
All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.
However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.
Scaramouche
He thought you were joking, so he laughed.
When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.
He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.
After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."
Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...
This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.
He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.
It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-
It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.
He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.
Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.
Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.
But...
"Now what?"
He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.
He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.
But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!
Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!
Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.
And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.
It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.
And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.
Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.
(Her first word was "papa!")
Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!
Kazuha
"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."
So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!
Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!
Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.
He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!
That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!
He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!
He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!
He's still a bit worried, though.
He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...
He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.
But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.
You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><
He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!
"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.
While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.
He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!
He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!
Xiao
You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.
It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.
So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.
"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.
It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.
He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(
Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.
He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.
Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.
He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.
He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.
Okay so that aside-
How do people care for babies?
What is he exactly supposed to do?
And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?
He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.
Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.
Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.
He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.
He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.
Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.
When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.
He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--
He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.
He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...
The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.
The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.
And he cries more.
You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!
Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.
But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.
Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.
Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.
The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.
The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.
His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.
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hollandcrush · 3 years
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I don’t know if you’re taking request but here’s a concept: Tom using his 10 minute break from some photoshoot to finger you because he notices how you were basically squirming in your seat while he posed (this is a product of the new photos obvs 🥵)
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holy shit. i am not taking requests but in honour of that photoshoot... god i had to do something!! ngl i had to take breaks bc those images had... an effect.. on me. sorry for mistakes and bad writing. enjoy :))
distracted
word count: 1,451
warnings: smut minors dni (18+), cocktease!tom what’s new, dirty talk, fingering, choking, slight humiliation, praise, dom!tom undertones?, lil aftercare + bad writing lol :)
Tom knew exactly what he was doing, the effect that this shoot would have on you. He had prepped the outfits with his stylist weeks in advance. He wanted to see you suffer. Simple as.
Tom knew exactly what he was doing, the effect that this shoot would have on you. He had prepped the outfits with his stylist weeks in advance. He wanted to see you suffer. Simple as.
Outfit after outfit, you could feel the knot in your stomach grow stronger, your thighs squeezing together trying to calm temptation. It was no use.
A smirk rested on his face as he watched you struggle, legs crossed, playing with your fingers just to distract yourself. He cleared his throat, gaining your attention. “How is this outfit darling? It’s okay isn’t it?”
Snapping your eyes towards the man, your heart skipped a beat as your breath hitched. He was sitting on a stool, leaning back slightly. Soft chest on show as the blue shirt he wore was unbuttoned down to the apex of his abs. A small chain dangled from his neck. Thighs bursting through his high waisted pants, material tight and unforgiving. His decorated hands rested on his lap, the sliver rings shinning against the light.
Swallowing air, you clenched your thighs as you weakly nodded, heat rising to your cheeks. “Y-yeah Tom. You look, look great.” You stuttered; eyes shamelessly glued to his hands. They looked gorgeous. Veins and forearms on display as his sleeves were bunched around his elbow.
He laughed at your response, making you feel embarrassed. It was obvious, in his eyes, the effect he had on you. You tried to shuffle in the chair, failing to make the ache in between your legs disappear. You watched as his team and the photographers hyped him, boosting his ego. His hand rested over his crotch, another on his thigh. The thoughts that ran through your mind in that moment were sinister.
“Right, let’s take ten? Get a quick bite, bit of air? Then we will go back at it.” The photographer announced, removing you from your trance.
The people left the studio, encouraging you to do the same, escaping the thick, hot air. You ran to his dressing room, it was small but the air was much clearer. Your hand clutched the vanity, staring at your dishevelled figure. ‘This little fucker.’
“You okay darling?” He purred, entering the room. “You looked a little, bothered, out there. You aren’t sick are you?” He teased, knowing the exact reason for the episode you were experiencing.
When you were about to answer, his hand grabbed your forearm, wrapping the thick digits around your burning skin. His other hand was raised up to your forehead, resting against it as if he was taking your temperature. The cold metal of the ring felt like it branded you, melting into your skin. Eyes fixated on one another; breath heavy.
“You are very hot darling.” His lips inched closer, brushing against yours as he swiftly moved his hands, one entangled in your hair, the other resting on your back. You felt like putty in his touch, every sense dialled to ten.
“Tommy.” You huffed, trying to close the gap between you, however he leaned back preventing you from doing so.
“So needy darling. Can’t even bring you to work. Just wanted some company” he muttered, lips hovering over your ear “but all you want is my cock.”
The last part was whispered, in a seductive, deep tone causing your knees to buckle. The hand on your back kept you steady, letting a thigh slip between yours adding extra stability. The skirt you wore made an easy access. The tough material of his pants rubbed against your clothed centre.
His lips trailed down the skin of your neck, kissing and lightly biting the exposed flesh as both hands now dug into hips, grinding you into his hard muscle. Using his strength, he pushed you against the wall, engaging you. Whimpers slipped from you as your sensitive clit finally found some relief.
With eyes shut tight, he took you by surprised when he clashed your lips together, desperate, and messy. Your hands traced his exposed chest, twiddling with the metal of his chain as the other rubbed his peck before hooking if around his neck.
As the kiss found the perfect rhythm, he pulled away refusing to give you that desired satisfaction. “I had to watch you squirm in that seat of yours all fucking morning. My cunt dying for my attention was it? Pounding, begging for me. My baby is so needy. And such a fucking tease.” He hissed, the movement of your hips becoming rapid against his thigh.
“How am I the tease? You only invited me here to torture me. Not fair-“ The sentence cut short when his hand flung to clasp around your neck, applying pressure around your throat.
“Don’t be ungrateful.” He hushed, stilling your hips. “We don’t have much time. So, cooperate with me darling. Okay?”
“Okay Tommy.” You whimpered, the tightness around your neck causing your mind to go blank. Desperate for relief.
In one quick movement, his thigh was replaced with his hand, fingers slipping under the material before swiping through the soaked folds. As his cold tips grazed over your neglected bud, a cry escaped. “Hush, pretty girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
A delightful pressure pushed against the swollen clit, rubbing calculated circles. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his hand remained stiff around your throat, controlling your breath.
His fingers slid down to your aching entrance, not hesitating to push through the tight barrier. Two of his digits stretched your walls with ease due to the pent-up frustration. “So wet. All for me yeah?” He asked, his index and middle digits sinking deep into you.
“All for you, Tommy. Please.”
“I got you.” He mumbled before he began the relentless thrusts. His fingers curling, scissoring your silky walls, finding that sweet spot within seconds. Your back arched, leg hitched up around his hip, creating a better angle. His forehead rested on your shoulder, focused on the movements of his hand between your thighs.
As your moans grew louder and louder, he had to intervene. His lips pressed into yours, swallowing the sounds that escaped. The hand on your throat gave a tight squeeze, warning you to behave.
When he pulled away, your eyes gravitated to the chain that bounced against his skin as he guided you to your climax. “Fuck.” He groaned.
He quickly moved the hand from your throat to chin, turning your gaze to the vanity mirror. The reflected image was sinful. “Told you that you looked pretty darling. All fucked out. Fucking love it.” He growled, eyes meeting yours through the glass.
The knot in your stomach tightened, walls clutched around his merciless digits. You watched his bicep flex through his shirt as he used all his strength to pound into you. Your legs began to shake, vision becoming blurry due to the lingering pleasure.
“Better cum right now.” He demanded, digits pumping against your spot, thumb stimulating your clit. You could feel his rings touching your heat as his fingers dove in deeper and deeper.
“I said cum baby. We are running out of time. I know you want to. I’ve got you. Let go.”
And with that, you fell apart, coming undone all over his fingers. The knot in your stomach burst, euphoria clouding your brain. Your arms snatched around his broad shoulders, the pleasure overwhelming. He uttered praises as his fingers helped you ride out the intense high.
Once your breath steadied, he placed a soft kiss on your lips as he removed his digits, muffling your whimpers. As soon as he broke the contact, he brought his fingers to his mouth, lips latching around the thick digits cleaning them of your juices. “So sweet, as always.” He perked, beginning to fix your appearance.
The wild actions had ruined your hair and makeup, but it was worth it. You giggled at his tender touch, flattening the stray hairs, and wiping away any fallen tears. His gentle thumb, cleaning the dark stains the ruined mascara had created.
“Feeling better?” He laughed, pecking your swollen lips. You hummed, still on cloud nine. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He snickered, before attending to his own appearance, fixing the obvious erection you caused.
“Tom? They are ready for you now. Did you change?” His stylist queried through the door.
“Oh shit. Yeah. M’sorry got a lil,” Tom looked you up and down, licking his lips before tugging at the bottom one, giving you a subtle wink. “Distracted.”
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realcube · 3 years
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random kisses w/ the haikyuu!! boys hcs 💋
characters: tsukishima, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi & noya 
thank you to anon for the amazing request :3
IWAIZUMI & KENMA’S ARE AGED UP
tw// swearing, sexual references, mentions of kinks, mentions of choking
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Kei Tsukishima
tsukishima was always very hesitant to kiss and hug tbh
the only thing he did freely without overthinking was hold your hand but even then, he’d immediately pull away if he thought his palm was getting the slightest bit sweaty (from his nerves)
also, he’d get really tense when ever he saw you lean in for a kiss bc he was always afraid that he’d mess up something 
like what happens if he sneezes exactly when you’re about to connect lips?- he’d die, that’s what would happen. 
anyway, when you first began surprising him by placing kisses on either the back of his hand or the nape of his neck, he’d become a blushing , irritated mess
like, he thought it was so cute and sweet so of course he’d blush but then he’d get mad bc..you made him blush! how embarrassing for him, tsk.
but although he’d be annoyed and hiss things like ‘you’re so weird’ or ‘that’s simp behaviour’ he would never tell you to stop bc deep down he knows that he enjoys it lol
and surprisingly, he wasn’t in denial about it at first either 
like mans isn’t stupid 
obviously he liked it, why else would he blush?
since he was aware that he liked your lil’ random kisses, he began to pretend to be invested in activity bc he realised that if you thought he was preoccupied with something important/stressful, you’d be more likely to give his neck a lil’ peck
for instance, if he’s just on his phone or whatever then you text him saying that you’re coming over, he immediately rush to gather his backpack and bring out his notes so he can sit at his desk to look like he’s studying lmao 
then you walk in like ‘awh bb you’re always working so hard 🥺 kithes’
and he’s just got the most cunning smirk on his face which he’s trying his very best hide to conceal
then you gave him a kiss on the cheek and he was just like ‘gotcha bitch ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’ 
anyway, when he’s just deadass being lazy he can still tell when you’re about to kiss him bc he’s very observant etc etc
(also bc you always have a cheesy grin on your face before you kiss him lol)
so after a few years of dating, they become less of ‘random kisses’ and more like just regular kisses for tsukki but he always tries to act like it’s surprising 
whether that be jumping slightly whenever you peck the back of his neck or inhaling sharply as you pressed a sudden kiss to his forehead
it’s just bc he loves to hear your giggles at his reaction 🥺 he thinks it’s so cute
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Keiji Akaashi
this all began when he was lying on the couch, reading a book while looking absolutely scrumptious so you just had to give him a lil’ peck on the forehead and he’s been addicted ever since
he especially likes it when you sneak up behind him, wrap him in a hug then plant a kiss on the nape of his neck - he thinks it’s so cute and he always cuddles your arms to his chest so you don’t let go 
OMG AND YOU DID IT AT SCHOOL ONCE AT THE END OF PRACTISE, IN FRONT OF ALL HIS TEAMMATES AND HE JUST- MALFUNTIONED FJBFVBGRAFD
deadass he just stood like a statue while you cuddled up behind him, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide 
bokuto thought it was adorable and was like ‘awwwhhh!! #couplegoals!! 💖💕🥰’
(yes he does say the hashtag aloud)
while the rest of the team are wondering if akaashi is okay. i mean, mans looking pretty stiff
but dw he’s not dead y’all, he’s just ascended  👼
like seriously he loves it so much 
sometimes he tries to give you random kisses by just grabbing your face while you’re doing something and lean in to place his lips upon yours but he always gets distract by how gorgeous you are, so he’ll spend a little too long admiring your face which will lead to you having to awkwardly muttering something along the lines of
‘i love you too, akaashi. but, erm, my toast is burning.’
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Hajime Iwaizumi
iwaizumi already did something kinda similar to random kisses but not really yk?
like whenever he saw you really invested in an activity that you didn’t like doing (cleaning, laundry, studying, chores etc) he’d plant a firm kiss on your cheek which would end up trailing across your face, to your lips - just to boost your spirits lol :)
but they weren’t really surprising or ‘random’ bc he would always announce something to grab your attention before kissing you, like ‘babe’ or ‘wow’
also, imo ‘random kisses’ gives off a ‘sweet lil’ smooch’ sorta vibe but the kisses he gives you are far from ‘smooches’
like they are unintentionally sensual as hell 
and he doesn’t even realise how erotic they are so he just suddenly pulls away to leave you with your chores ✋😔
anyway, you first gave him a surprise kiss while he was cooking dinner and whispered something jokingly in his ear along the lines of ‘woah, husband material.’
damn, if iwa knew that all he had to do for some kithes was be a hubby then he would’ve done that sooner like geez 😳
istg after that day iwaizumi would be in full maid-mode whenever you were in the house (bc he apparently doesn’t know the difference between the duties of a maid and a ‘husband’ lol)
‘yes i do the cooking, yes i do the cleaning’ - nicki manaj, hey mama -iwazumi hajime after being told that’s he’s husband material
so know you feel obliged to give him kisses and praise him whenever you see him doing chores/cooking/gardening bc you know he’s only doing that to please you lmao
so you just give the man what he wants i mean, he’s trying so hard
and he puts in so much effort to make sure he looks hot while doing it
like if he’s cleaning the bathroom room, he’ll oil himself and get out the Mr Muscle spray to make sure that his chest is shinier than the bathroom tiles
then you’ll kiss his forehead and tell him how he’s doing a great job blah blah blah
honestly, the kisses are hardly ‘random’ anymore since iwaizumi sets up a whole scene just to get you to peck his cheek but whatever
anyway, you helped him realise that he had a domestic and servitude kink 
and for that, he’s forever grateful 🥰
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Kenma Kuzome 
pov: you’re sad so you play stardew valley and your s/o notices and they pounce on you with their love and affection 🥺
and you cry bc you love them so much but you’re not good at expressing it 😔✌
- ok, end of pov -
that was kenma’s pov btw ^
but like seriously, it’s his absolute favourite when you give him kisses while he’s playing video games
and you always give exactly the right quantity - it’s like you can read his mind or something  
like, if he’s in a the climax of a round of any first-person shoot/rpg and you happen to walk by, you’ll just place a brief yet caring kiss on the side of his head then leave him alone
or if he’s on stream and you walk into the room - but don’t wanna be on camera - you’ll blow him kisses and he’ll smile like an idiot then discretely blow one back
then his chat is like ‘omg he can smile?’, ‘why is he smiling?’ ,‘is he sending air kisses? SIMP!!!’
but when he’s down, blaring lo-fi music from his cat speakers and playing animal crossing, nintendogs, stardew valley or tomodachi life (etc), you’ll shower him with all your cuddles and kisses 
ngl tho, when you scuttle up to him while he’s playing any game and press a lil’ kiss on his ear as you absently rub his shoulders, he literally melts 
he just kinda sits there and stares at the screen but not even a fraction of his mind is dedicated on the game, it’s all just ‘(y/n). i love them so much. i hope they know that. wow, i got so lucky, i hope they never leave me. (y/n), if only you could read my mind.’
and to show that he likes it, he purrs!!!
not voluntarily, it kinda just escaped his mouth the first time you were giving him a massage and since you insisted that it was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, he continues to do it - but v quietly
but- there is one thing he likes more than random kisses 
and that is random cuddles
or random lapping-sitting yESSS
he is a simp so if you’re feeling needy or whateva and sit on his lap while he’s playing, he’ll literally just quit tbh- 
that’s one of the only times he’ll not use the excuse ‘i’ll do it when this round ends’ so use it wisely and sparingly
but that’s only if you sit facing towards him bc he realised that if you sit like that, he’ll get some cooch 
but otherwise, if you just sit on his lap for the sake of sitting on his lap, he’ll either jokingly push you off or continue playing his game by looking over your shoulder
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Yū Nishinoya 
you stole it from him lol
he’s the OG random kisser  ƪ(˘⌣˘)�� 
let’s recall how on your first date with him, you were worrying that he might’ve stood you up as you waited on the picnic blanket for him to arrive and then he jumped out from one of the hedges and attacked you with kisses
like mans got a lot of energy so i can just imagine him attacking you with affection whenever he is bored
and he does it regardless of what you are doing at the time
studying? kiss attack.
cleaning? tickle attack.
sleeping? cuddle attack.
hotel? trivago
he goes into that shit with a strategy too like ‘if i kiss them on the neck first they’ll move their head and arm which will give me access to their chest so then i’ll plant a kiss there too and depending on whether the jerk to the left or right i can then go in for a kiss on their n--’ etc etc
so imagine how hyped he is when you sneak up behind him in the school corridor and peck his cheek
AND IT WAS IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS TOO, IT WAS AWESOME
he was so triumphant about it, as if he had just won some sort of award lol 
‘yes, i am the coochieman. and what about it?’
then he bought you lunch for ‘being the best s/o ever’ 🥺
but don’t think you’ll ever beat him in the random kissing game bc while he was feeding you the lunch he bought (he does that sometimes, playfully though, whenever he is feeling like a simp) he’ll lean in and steal a lil’ kiss which will lead to you choking on your rice 
‘hey babe, plz don’t choke. otherwise i’ll have to give you mouth-to-mouth, ahaha.’
meanwhile, you’re turning red
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