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actual-changeling · 4 months
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i crave the emotional catharsis that would come with crowley taking care of his plans, in so much pain but swallowing it down and pretending it's not real, finally having the mental breakdown he deserves.
he's taking care of his plants, a detached look on his face, misting them and making sure they're all healthy and have enough space to grow. after he returned, he stopped talking to them for the most part. they welcomed him back, they had missed him—shax is not the nicest or most interesting company to keep—and now they're worried.
crowley sleeps, paces, mists his plants, gets drunk, and sleeps some more. everything to stop feeling. until he sees a leaf spot on one of them. a tiny imperfection, barely worth a shout, and yet.
a tremor works it way through him, his knees always giving out, and he presses one palm against the wall to keep himself upright. wave after wave of shame, bright and stabbing in the middle of his chest, reminds him why he left.
not good enough.
crowley had tried, someone knows he tried. it's hard to regain a soul, harder yet to shape it into something worth loving, someone worth living for, but he had tried.
his fingers curl around the pot and before he can stop himself he flings it across the room, listening to it shatter. can't even do that right, can he? can't raise fucking plans, can't keep his STUPID mouth shut, can't make him stay because who would want to be stuck with him forever? no one, that's who, and after six thousand years, aziraphale had seemingly reached his blessed limit and taken the first chance to leave.
another plant follows with a scream, dirt and broken stems covering the floor and staining the walls, and then another and another and another until he can fall to his knees amidst the ruins of his life.
clay shards are cutting his palms open as he doubles over, sobs wrecking through him like thunder, and his tears carve clean paths down his dirty hands.
"i tried," he whispers, voice hoarse from yelling, "i'm sorry, i tried."
crowley's wings unfurl with an almost silent gust of air, blacking out the sunlight streaming in. he drags himself to the nearest corner before wrapping his arms and wings around himself, and curling up as tightly as possible.
"i tried," he keeps breathing into feathers and fabric, "i tried, i tried, i tried."
over and over until his voice fails him and then some more. it is almost a lullaby, the words taking whatever is left of his heart and gently rocking it back and forth. crowley falls asleep like that, exhausted and broken and lonely. just as sleep pulls him under, he stops his repetition, his mouth shaping phrase after phrase.
for the very first time since his fall, crowley closes his eyes and prays.
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devildom-moss · 1 month
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I imagine Thirteen uses “god forbid women have any fun” to justify herself too often.
Simeon: Thirteen, why did one of your traps try to push Solomon down a flight of stairs? Thirteen: God forbid women have any fun. MC: Thirteen, please, he’s so old.
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MC: Did you just blow out that candle? Thirteen: Yeah. I had a bad day. MC: Wasn’t that someone’s life you just extinguished?! Thirteen: Oh, god forbid women have any fun. MC: . . . Well, it’s uh, less bloody than how Asmo does it, so. . . that’s nice, I guess. Do you wanna go torment Solomon for a while? Thirteen: Nu-uh. Too tired. MC: Do you want me to run you a bath and get you some ice cream? Thirteen: . . . yes, please.
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Mammon: Man, is your lunch really just cake and those cookies Fido made? Thirteen: God forbid women have any fun. Luke: What? He doesn’t forbid that, right Simeon? Simeon: Ahaha, no. It’s just an expression, Luke.
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Lucifer: Did you really have to get yourself and MC in detention for making out in an unlocked classroom? Thirteen: It’s not my fault the lock was broken last week because of a certain hotheaded middle child, but god forbid women have any fun. Lucifer: You got yourselves in detention! Thirteen: And we had fun doing it, right MC? MC: Yeah, I had fun - less so when Mammon nearly broke the door off the hinges and Asmo cried in my lap about not being included, but I had fun overall. Thirteen: See.
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Want me to kiss it where it hurts?” Kirishima purrs up at you, his place between your thighs seemingly the closest thing he can get to ascension. His eyes are wide, his pupils blown out, any red swallowed up by the lust pooling in his eyes. he looks like the picture of adoration and worship, all faux worry and pure hunger as he bounces between your gaze and the pretty picture that twitches in front of his face. his eyes cross to watch the slick ooze from your hole, sighing.
“It’s the least you could do for me,” you pout to him, running your nails through his soft locks, tugging a little meanly at the root. “After using me like a toy on your cock for so long.” Your words are sighed wistfully, your eyes betraying just how much you want his mouth on you as he wants to taste you. Kiri moans at that, quiet and in the back of his throat, but you hear it none the less.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he repents, but it’s all for naught when his tongue laves over your sensitivity and doesn’t let up until you’re crying from the overstimulation once more. he’s so sorry—that you can only cum so many times before you tap out. he’s so sorry—that your thighs are more sore from tightening up around his head than his working jaw. he’s so sorry—that you’re so addicting, that he can lay between your legs until his last breath leaves him.
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emmyrosee · 11 months
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@llovelykris I got your ask and I do enjoy it a lot, but please understand I did change the prompt slightly, so I could feel as comfortable I could with writing it ❤️
Tw // nightmares, night terrors, mentions of death
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It’s the fourth night in a row this shit woke you up.
Tonight, the nightmare completely had you blindsided, a deep-rooted terror that you should be completely accustomed to facing, but tonight for one reason or another, this one in particular was… aggressive.
Maybe it’s because Bakugou was right next to you. Maybe it’s because it’s been a few days since you heard from your family. Whatever the case, it snapped you cold out of a sleep, and you were far from being ready to sleep again, where as nights just prior, you'd been able to doze back off.
With a small grunt of effort you swing your legs over the side of the bed and toe on some slippers, letting your exhausted bones shamble you into the kitchen. You rest your pounding head against the coldness of the fridge and after waiting a moment for your world to stop spinning, you grab the container of grapes, letting the initial tartness ground you.
It was just a nightmare. Just a fucking nightamare, why is this the nightmare that's going to keep you up?
“The hell are you doing up?”
You turn from your bowl of grapes to face your interrupter, whose hair is somehow more wild and crazy, and his cheeks rosy from being pulled from sleep. You shrug and look back down at your fruit, “just… couldn’t sleep.”
“You were knocked out when I got up to pee an hour ago,” he says, voice grumbling. You chuckle softly at the silly phrasing, and you grab a grape, holding it up for him to take with his teeth. He does, and he opens the fridge to take a sip of milk straight out of the carton.
You scoff, “I told you not to do that.”
“And I told you that you’re not usually supposed to see when I do it.” You offer him a string of laughter, grateful for his attempts of making you at ease. There’s a low arm that wraps around your waist, and a forehead that rests against your temple. “You wanna talk about it?”
“You’ve got milk breath,” you tease. You earn a pinch to the ribs to make you yelp and squirm slightly away from him, and he chuckles before pulling you back and closer.
“Don’t be a damn ass. Don’t want you stayin’ up if it’s something we can work through together.”
Goosebumps raise over your skin and you gnaw at your lip, fingers messing with the container you’re holding. You take a deep breath, waiting for him to press and pry further, but he doesn’t. Katsuki never does, even if he wants to pretend like he’s not, he’s the most patient and understanding soul that you’ve had the privilege to know, and right now, you hate him for respecting your boundaries. You want him to jump to conclusions and make his own judgement about you and your struggles, but he doesn’t. He just lets out rhythmic breathing against your pounding head.
“I just had a nightmare,” you say, minimizing the magnitude of your distress. “It’s fine.”
He snarls softly in the back of his throat, “stop lying to me, fucking god. This isn’t my first rodeo, I can read you like a book. Spill, or we’re gonna keep our asses planted right damn here.”
You gnaw at your lip and gently pull away from him. You do anything and everything to avoid having to talk to him: putting the fruit away, filling a cup with water before chugging it down to relieve your cottonmouth, cracking your toes against the hardwood, anything to break up the silence.
But he’s not budging.
It’s something you both admire and hate about Katsuki, when his mind tells him something is important, he’s not moving from it. It’s a healthy form of communication, up until you literally would rather do anything but talk to him.
And even then, he’s unrelenting.
“You’re gonna love me regardless of what I say, right? This won’t make you unlove me?”
“I’ll give you a firm ‘probably,’” he says in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you don’t laugh. He sighs softly and nods, “of course not. There’s minimal you could do to make me not like you, unfortunately.”
That, finally, does make you laugh, and you nod softly as you try to find the easiest way to explain your trauma from these nightmares, your fears and concerns, yet familiarity with them and how sometimes, that’s the scariest part of them all.
They’re so familiar. They’re so vivid. Sometimes, you can’t tell which is real. And that’s terrifying, and something you never thought you’d have to face with Katsuki.
“They’re… theyre dark, Katsuki,” you say lowly, averting your gaze. “There’s a lot of destruction and death and shit I don’t want to face in real life, death and shit for people I love most, and they’ve plagued my nightmares for years and it’s just something I have to deal with now. And I try to keep them out of my life if I can help it.”
He says nothing, you almost wonder if he feels guilty for “forcing” you to say what happens- he never actually forced you to say it, but Katsuki roams in his own layer of insecurity for pushing you. You sigh and angle your head to look at him, his eyes soft and teeth sinking into his lip.
“But… but I can’t,” you snarl softly, brows furrowing slightly. “I’ve tried so hard for years, I’ve done everything I could do to break these damn terrors but nothing fucking works, and sometimes, I just need to not be near people when they happen because I’m terrified they’ll become real, okay?”
He moves his gaze softly, “you’re… you’re really strong for having to go through that.”
You snort, “yeah. Thanks.”
“I mean it.” He takes a small step back to give you some room, eyes gently flicking up and down as if to ensure you were alright. “That’s some traumatizing shit. And I wish I could make it easier.” His words have you softening, shifting to rest back into his arms. You burrow your face in the dip of his pec’s, and his arms tighten around you protectively.
You sigh, “it’s just… hard to tell people about it. This shit doesn’t make me a bad person, and it’s always taken so far-“
“Of fuckin’ course you’re not a bad person,” he grumbles, pulling back again to have you look at him again; there’s confidence in his gaze, and it has you reeling slightly. “You’ve got no fuckin’ say in what happens in your dreams, and anyone who’s made you feel bad about them isn’t someone who deserves your damn time.”
You swallow back your embarrassment and look at him pitifully, “you don’t think I’m… bad? Or scary?”
He rolls his eyes, “do I fuckin’ seem like I’m scared to you? I’m up at ass crack of morning, freezing my balls off to coddle you in the damn middle of the kitchen. You couldn’t scare a bunny if you tried, let alone my stubborn ass.”
His grumbles do have you laughing watery against his chest, closing your eyes and just letting the relief of his lack of judgement course through your heavy veins.
“You don’t have to worry about them becoming real. I’d never let shit happen to you, or your family, or friends, or anyone; especially the shit your mind conjures up. Never.” His words are firm and comforting, and they have your eyes closing as you’re soothed.
These terrors may haunt you. Who knows when they’ll break. But as long as you can talk about them, discuss them with someone you worship and adore, maybe, just maybe, you can gather the strength to get through a night’s sleep.
One of peace. One you’re convinced you now deserve.
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soullessjack · 6 months
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it genuinely kills me very slowly to think that some people can only ever think of jack as the destiel kid and not like an actual person with a myriad of maladjustments or silly funny personality quirks. like he has a whole special red and white fleece lined Christmas jacket and is canonically acknowledged as looking like a stupid hot white boy without any thoughts behind his eyes. He killed a whole fucking archangel and then decided that he really wanted to try making some friends like a week later. they wanna be normal and nice so bad and pretend to be some normal small town boy next door all the time but they were literally so angry once that it took three gunshots fired in the back to make him calm and reasonable.
he stress eats and stays in their room for weeks on end when they’re depressed or upset. they line their shoes up and fold their shirts and wear bright yellow vans and red hi-tops. he’s narratively paralleled to Anakin but his favorite character is Ahsoka. he pretended to be a coke addict and pretended to be a pretty new boy next door again to flirt with a hopelessly romantic girl. women want him and he’s absolutely clueless about it. women and men and probably fish fear him too. he dresses like a combination between an elderly man and a 70’s sitcom hippie. he was literally called Bieber and Suite Life. they like stripe patterns and Hawaiian pizza and movies and computers.
they’re literally an autistic person who just explodes shit when they get overstimulated. They watch riverdale and constantly sweep their hair back in a specific stylistic choice bc he likes looking like that. he fucking decapitated a whole Gorgon and then stole the guy’s snake as a trophy. he says shut up when he’s mad and calls things stupid and says they suck. he’s a teenage girl. he’s. A Teenage boy. He’s non-binary. He sat on the throne of god in grass stained jeans and clunky grandpa sneakers and left it all behind without even blinking as soon as his shitty bunker home called out to him. He sticks his tongue out when he’s focused on something and his left eye pulls up into a squint when he smiles reallt wide and his smile is crooked and he has sleepy eyelids . They decided to defy death herself just to rescue someone he mildly remembered caring about once and then blackmailed a reaper into helping with said rescue plan.
He got turned into the tiniest ugliest dog ever and got a thermometer shoved up his ass in the same episode where he’s narratively symbolized by the ouroboros symbol and makes the deliberate choice of destroying his soul just to selfishly keep his family bc he legitimately cannot handle thinking about losing them without going insane. his nicknames are sweetheart and darling boy and pal and buddy and Jackie Boy and slugger and he apologized to a girl for upsetting her like two episodes after ripping a man’s heart out and eating it raw. He literally actively wants to be a silly little guy that everyone likes but he’s so insane and unwell at the same time. he’s the best character ever and I need the entire world to understand this and to see him as more than just the destiel baby or I will also explode. .
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cremeriie · 8 months
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okay so i have been thinking sooo much lately about Osvald and the father-daughter dynamics he might have with specifically Ochette and Agnea. HOWEVER tonight i was thinking about how he and Throne would interact, and how different their dynamic would be from the other two girls.
like, okay, so i feel like that, for Osvald, it's only natural for him to compliment the others on their magic use, especially in battle when his inhibitions are lowered. so, when Throne uses something like veil of darkness and wipes a whole group of foes, it's not strange to hear him say "nicely done" or something like that.
how do you think that makes Throne feel? her entire life, the only time her "father" ever complimented her skills was when he was making her do terrible things for terrible reasons. do you think she flinches at the words, pit forming in her stomache? she probably feels guilty, reacting that way, because 'what a stupid thing to be upset about, he isn't even your father, and you certainly aren't his daughter.' but then she sees the way he softens around the other girls and deep down, she wishes that he might have been.
it makes her sick to think about how unfair life is.
and Osvald probably doesn't even notice there's a problem, 'cause honestly his people skills are not the strongest. but once he finally does catch on he is at a complete loss at what to do about it.
i think it makes their interactions difficult. neither one knows how to approach something like this, and let's be real, neither of them are the warmest out of the bunch either. osvald probably just stops complimenting her all together, which only makes Throne feel worse because when she was little, at least the compliments meant she wouldn't be expecting a lashing when she returned home. what's worse, being a snake or being a failure?
the real kicker is that i dont even know how they would fix this. they probably part ways never resolving the weird tension they both know exists, for reasons they obviously know about, but are too emotionally damaged to bring up. (Osvald is proud of her resilience. he never says so. Throne truly appreciates his praise. she never lets on.)
anyways whoops sorry i dont have a happy end for this one um goodnight everybody sorry about that!
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lake-cosay · 11 months
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"jesse is tall" look at the way his pants bunch around his ankles. look at his height compared to an afab 13 year old. jesse is a shortie
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clovers-garden-co · 2 years
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im literally gonna start crying.. this is ridiculous- 
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I hate brainrot so fucking much hhhh 
I’m on the verge of tears I hope this isn’t CRINGEY
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GENERAL AND RELATIONSHIP HCS FOR SHIN \\\٩(๑`^´๑)۶////
definitely makes dad jokes. the first thing that popped in my mind. 
he’s been rejected like 20 times.. so when he catches feelings for you he desperately tries to not make it 21 😭
y’know i think he’s a relatively good kisser. not in the “oh my god my fucking knees are going to COLLAPSE-“ no. but in the “my heart is melting from how sweet this feels” kinda way. those kisses that really warm your heart. 
he most likely has a variety of petnames and terms of endearment that he calls you, but it’s mainly baby or sweetheart (at least that’s what I’m thinking, I’m struggling not to cringe 🤷🏽‍♀️)
cuddling with this man… it’s just sickeningly sweet. like he holds you so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. 
i strongly believe he either sings or hums you to sleep 
another avid forehead kisser
his lips are really soft 
his hands are … rough-ish my hands are the same way but they’re not ROUGH rough y’know? In the middle between soft and rough 
he shows his love through acts of service andddd touch 
he can cook. yeah. malewife
maybe if he gets home earlier than you he’d cook dinner so it saves you stress and time. 
but his menu is very limited so uh.. not a whole restaurant 
that being said, I think he reads cookbooks just to try and make new things for you both to try 
trust me, he loves feeding you pastries and stuff. he squished your cheeks together after because you look so cute like that 
another person to go on late night rides with 
he wouldn’t really stop anywhere, but he’d drive you around Tokyo, maybe the city area where you can see the bright lights and aesthetic scenery you’d see in the anime or whatever 🙄
Japan is pretty though, gotta love the scenery there. Also the convenience stores oh my goodness - but I won’t go off topic 
he’d make sure you’re wearing a helmet just so you can look around.. he cares for your safety 
when you guys hold hands, he like.. intertwines your hand with his and it’s like qlmekenekwje he does the little thumb rubby thing 
he probably kisses your hand like a cute prince too, and you’d be the princess/prince
y’know what, maybe he calls you princess or prince too and he most definitely treats you like one 
overall, 20/10 boyfriend to have imo, I just have brainrot.. uhm L + ratio + bozo to the girls that rejected him.. and yeah. 
oh, and he doesn’t like mustard. 
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wearily-confused · 13 days
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i wish it was acceptable to ask to dtr friendships
like are we treating this as bfs or acquaintances or talks casually every other month or every day gm and gn or what
like please tell me what amount of energy and care you are willing to reciprocate without pingponging between loving me and not even giving a fuck if i die, just stop with all this hot and cold bs
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angellieque · 3 months
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Leia Organa with a Jedi!clingy!Luke's best friend!s/o (WLW coded! Can be read as GN!reader aside from like... One line,, I wrote this with lesbian Leia in mind.)
Basically you're Han Solo
CLINGY!1!1!!
Attached to your hip at all times
My boy girlfriend
Smooches all the time!
She's leaving the room? Your only warning is her saying "Here." And she'll smooch you.
She's getting up to grab something? She'll smooch your cheek.
Basically kisses are her love language and you will find that out within a day of being with her
She doesnt CARE if "oh girls aren't supposed to kiss." FUCK THAT she's in love with you
Cuddling comes with being clingy doesn't it??
In conclusion she is VERY affectionate and is not afraid to show you off in the slightest.
Luke finds out like... Fucking immediately because she can't keep her hands (or lips) off of you.
If she sees an opportunity, she's gonna take it.
You actually have to convince her to leave to get equipment and such, she just doesn't like being without you.
Horrible object permanence
Also daddy issues
If you EVER recoil from a kiss even remotely she will literally sob and cry
She's a princess and she will treated as such goddammit!!
Likes to be handsy
For example she'll toy with your equipment and clasp and unclasp your lightsaber from you belt
She just likes touching you
Okay but
She's so ADHD coded
Probably has a special interest in electrical engineering and building and repairing droids just like her daddy
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mainfaggot · 4 months
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the oomfs watching my slow descent into madness. zay mainfaggot, who was once a crazy insane midzymoa, a yeonjun 4 lyfers stan, a ryujin luvr since mixnine, and a closeted sunoo akgae since the i-land days, now becoming lukewarm ... even open... to being perceived as an epipen (enhypen) stan... despite the blatant heterosexual nature of their fanbase and the ratio of hits to misses in their discog being 40:60 (unlike txt who have a showstopping ratio of 20:80) ... and well... the fact that they have 1 actually good vocalist (sunoo) (once again, txt has 2.5 bc tyun/kamal/yj when he's doing r&b songs)
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c!tommy sun this, c!tubbo earth that... if anything, c!clingy duo are the earth and the moon. did you know that the moon used to be part of the earth? they used to be one, one whole, one body, one, until another planetary body collided with the earth and the debris of the moon split off, forming a new body, a separate body. still, they cannot leave each other fully. still, they orbit each other. the earth's gravity pulls the moon in and the moon's gravity tugs at the tides as though providing a heartbeat for the earth. they are no longer one and the same, but they still cannot be who they are without the other.
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baeshijima · 5 months
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ignore the last post that was from a few months ago but tHIS ONE
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is the new lars ssr and im actually not okay this time
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crybaby-bkg · 9 months
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Bakugou has always taken care of you, even before you started dating him. when you were mere friends and still learning each other, he remembered all the small things about you. he always seemed to pack the medicine you preferred when you weren’t feeling good. always had a plethora of your fav snacks on his person somehow, like he was just waiting for you to mention wanting it.
he acts put off by it every time, with his scoffing and eye rolling and huffing. but you see the way his eyes narrow when someone beats him to the punch, when you reject his offer of medicine or food. early on you notice, that he just likes to care for you, look after you, be there when you don’t even realize you need someone.
he’s there when you get high for the first time—all worrywart and frustrated sighs when you keep slurring after an hour. he’s there for you, to help lay you down somewhere safe and ward off those with bad intentions. he’s there when you get broken up with—ready to email that fuckers job and let them know how they fucked you over. but he still holds you tenderly with every sob your shaking body heaves. he’s there when you get drunk—handing you waters and letting you pull him in to dance and sing off key.
and when you finally get together, it’s like you don’t even have to learn anything about the other. its likes you’ve been together for a hundred lifetimes, like your quirks have been ingrained into his everyday routine, like you’re the freckle on the lower left corner of his right hand. he falls into you, and you into him, easier than breathing. he just has a knack for caring—and learning and loving—about those he loves.
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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Absolutely NO thoughts, just timeskip miya osamu being an absolute manimal, 200+ pounds of sheer muscle and healthy chub, and even when he tries to get back on the horse of slimming himself down, he finds it nearly impossible because he just gains more muscle mass.
Also, he’s not exactly going to say no to an extra sweet after he finishes dinner-
But more than anything, he finds it hard to change because of the way you look at him; your mouth practically salivates whenever he stretches and a small sliver of pudge pokes out from beneath his shirt, or the way you bite the thickness of his arms when you’re feeling playful. He loves how small you are under his massive frame, he just loves the way you make him feel about his body. He likes the screams you give him when he scoops you in his arms randomly, he likes being able to carry things around the house for you, he’s just so strong that lifting anything- including you for that matter- is a breeze for him.
“You think I should try to slim back down?” He hums, knowing your answer before you even have to say it. He’s shirtless, only in his work pants with the band of his boxers peeking out, and you’re simply relishing in the warmth of his body, pinching here to make him giggle or rubbing there to make him sigh happily.
“Never… I love my big, strong man.”
And who would he be to deny your wishes?
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seraphdreams · 2 years
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b-baby do you have any relationship hcs for…*quietly* baji?
THE WHISPERING LMFAOSOS, *whispers back* yes i do.
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this man is the spawn of the devil, literally but he has a huge huge soft spot for you.
he’s super fucking clingy and touchy, probably pouts when you tell him he can’t be doing all that because you’re busy/trying to do something.
he loves to make you laugh or smile so expect him to be there to cheer you up if you need or just amplify your happiness!
speaking of that, he’s also really good at sensing any shifts in your emotions. he knows when you’re upset without you even having to say it.
he hates to admit it but he’s a huge romantic, he’ll plan little dates with you whenever he can, it doesn’t matter if it’s big or small. even just sitting together on the couch and watching tv is a date. as long as he gets to be with you.
a relationship with him is probably super ,,, energetic! he’s stupid, intentionally and unintentionally but he also does things on a whim so if he feels like going out on the bike until 2am, you better believe you’re holding onto him as he does so.
he’s super protective because that’s just his nature, so if anyone were to bother you or hurt you in anyway, all you have to do is tell him and he’d handle it.
he likes when you play in his hair or just show him physical affection, this man is a cat, he lives for it.
mama’s boy! he loves his mama and he rambles a million times to her about you over every little thing. “mama, guess where me and y/n went? mama, look how stunning y/n is!”
not every relationship is perfect though and i think where he falls short is that he’s super stubborn, so once his mind is set one way, it’s hard to change it. what he truly needs is an s/o who’ll deal with him during his little fits without getting too upset, cause he’ll eventually come around, sometimes he needs space, you know?
in terms of sex, he’s really good. super versatile too. just tell him what you want and how you want it and he’ll do it.
personally, he’s probably more of a soft/mean dom. he’ll praise you or degrade you based on how well you do for him. i also see him as a little bit of a brat tamer!
he could also be a switch with a dom preference. as a sub, he’s insanely bratty and almost too rowdy to control
biting, biting, biting, biting! he has fangs for a reason, it’d be stupid not to put ‘em to good use!
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