I probably won’t proofread this. Also I AIN’T sober, so like if I don’t make sense, tell me. (I’ll understand)
I don’t think Im exaggerating when I say this is freaky.
Characters: Senku, Gen, Ryusui, Tsukasa, Ukyo, Hyoga, Kinro, and Ginro
Gender neutral reader, but written with AFAB in mind and it might show a bit.
WARNINGS: NSFW, degradation, edging, overstimulation, penetration, toys, BDSM, bathroom denial, roleplay, praise, size difference, sex tapes, pegging, mommy kink, etc.
Ishigami Senku
I’ve heard of a competence kink, but I’ve never heard of an incompetence kink. But I think deep down Senku would have something like that.
Like he wouldn’t truly think so much less of his partner, but he’d weirdly get off on being so much smarter.
But he wouldn’t really like the act, he wants the real thing.
I imagine you’d be in college studying for an exam in a topic he’d long since mastered. You’d ask him for help studying. You ask him a question, and he’d explain a complicated topic like it’s basic multiplication tables. While you gawk at him, he’d feel his dick getting hard.
Beyond that, he’s just genuinely a freak any which way you put it.
I think he’d love toys. He buys (or makes) any toy he thinks he’d love to use on you. He buys toys to plain out fuck you for him. He loves the sight and he doesn’t have to break a sweat, so he sees no issue.
I think he’d be the perfect level of jerk. The type to be just a little into orgasm denial, overstimulation, and degradation, and have the perfect blend of them.
Asagiri Gen
FREAK. He’s a freak. Argue with the wall.
I’ve mentioned two before, so I will reiterate them here.
He’d be into a few different super freaky things. He likes both being in control and being controlled when in the bedroom.
This includes permission to use the bathroom. We’ll I’m actually not exactly sure what to call it, but he’d be more into having to pee and being touched while told not to… (mentioned this before, but I read a fic like this on accident and now it sticks with me for him)
He likes if you use toys on him. Mainly tying him up and stroking him while he has a cock ring at the base of his cock…
Likes to roleplay for foreplay.
I have to be done with him. Ive said enough.
Nanami Ryusui
He likes praise that borders on worship. Not necessarily receiving, but giving. He never shuts up. He will do whatever you ask.
But… he loves it when you tell him things like “it’s too big” “Ryuu… I can’t take it…” he’ll pet your hair while he swears he just felt some precum leak out…
LOVES lingerie. Will not stop buying you set after set after set after set.
Also likes roleplay. AND he has all the money in the world to play up some scene if need be.
Also he’d be down for being pegged. He might even throw it out there in conversation between the two of you.
He’s never been more turned on than when you are beneath his large frame, squeezing your legs shut as you whine and tell him he’s way too big. Tell him some bizarre impossible thing like “please, that will split me in half.”
He knows that’s not possible, nor truly a good image, but fuck if he’s not hard.
He’s really gentle, but he can’t deny your squirming as he slides in gets to him.
He’s TOO big. So when he pushes all the way in to test, and you kick your legs up in the air from the pain, he’ll pull back, but he’s so into it. He may or may not be willing to say it out loud afterwards.
He’s big into teasing. His voice is so low and smooth, a bit sultry even, as he teases you for how needy you are.
He’s also kind of into creampies and/or breeding. Bottoming out just to cum as deep as possible is something he can’t help but love.
Saionji Ukyo
This JUST came to me SECONDS AGO, but sex tapes.
He’s fairly vanilla, I’d think, but he likes a few things. And recording and playing back yours and his sexual encounters is definitely one of them.
He’d buy a camera specifically dedicated to filming you and fill it up with films and pictures.
He’d pass you the camera and tell you to keep the camera steady while he eats you out.
He’d be one that’s not super into anything like dominating you or being dominated.
He really likes morning sex or if you wake him up in the middle of the night for sex. Especially if you tell him you had a wet dream and woke up needy.
Akatsuki Hyoga
A genuine sadist.
Sex with him requires some sort of system, like green yellow red light or safe words. He’d prefer a safe word/signal over any other system, but he would ultimately value your input and comfort over anything else.
He’s very into BDSM, not just the sadism aspect.
He’s extremely dominant. He does not do submissive at all.
He likes when he has time and can tie you up. He’d probably be into intricate things occasionally too, like shibari.
If he can’t tie you up, bending you over and holding you back against him by the wrists or hair will suffice.
Kinro
I think he’d be into being used for your pleasure.
I don’t think he’d have a super high sex drive himself, but he’d nod along and give you what you want when you ask him for anything.
He’s especially into if you wake him up as you’re dry humping him. You need him at this very moment? He’d just ask if you want him on top or not.
It’s not that he doesn’t have a backbone or is afraid to say no, he genuinely just doesn’t mind.
He gets off on your pleasure either way, even if he doesn’t cum.
He’ll offer to eat you out if you’re having a bad day. He’ll also try to refuse letting you return the favor half of the time.
But deep down, he has a huge thing for blow jobs. Especially if you don’t stop sucking after he cums…
Ginro
Mommy kink.
Before he got with you, he was probably inexperienced, so he swore to himself he’d be all dominant and this and that…
Then he ended up thriving being under you all the time.
He’s a little into being humiliated, at least in front of just you. Like if you tried to tease him, rub on him over his pants, but he’d definitely just cum way too quick.
He likes being told what to do. Like if he pisses you off and you tell him to get on his knees and eat you out… he’d let you maybe grab his hair and push his head into it…
But as much as it turns him on, I think he’d be a brat. He’s going to complain and argue like he isn’t leaking in his pants.
He tries to tell you to do things for him too, but he’s terrible at dirty talk and it falls flat.
He’s so pathetic. I need him.
I hope y’all liked this because I’m actually questioning if this is too much for tumblr, especially in contrast to my page before yesterday.
Also no Mozu today because I genuinely think he’d be into some real dark stuff and I do not know if I want to write it. Like I have a concept, but it’s not something I’m all that comfortable with.
TW: Non-consensual sexual content/rape, graphic violence, physical abuse/domestic violence, drugging, forced pregnancy/breeding kink, obsessive behavior, Yandere Sebastian Michaelis
"My Lady, I have prepared some Earl Grey tea and scones for afternoon tea."
Ciel Phantomhive’s butler knew exactly how to spoil you. You had been invited to spend the afternoon in the company of the young Earl and Elizabeth, and you couldn't be happier to spend your days with them.
"Thank you, Sebastian."
You absolutely adored the Earl Grey and scones he made. To be quite honest, everything he touched turned into something exquisite and impeccable. You delicately bit into that little piece of heaven, keeping a hand underneath the pastry to catch any stray crumbs.
You were so well-mannered. So appetizing.
Sebastian Michaelis had set his eyes on you the very moment you stepped foot into the manor. As the daughter of none other than Baron Diedrich, you had returned to Great Britain only for the summer, looking forward to a relaxing, cheerful holiday in the company of Ciel, Elizabeth, and your personal maid. Your father had business to attend to, so he hadn't joined you.
"Delicious as always!"
You were delicious as always. He wanted to taste you, consume you, and satisfy you. He craved to possess you and make you submit to him, but he had to suppress his demonic instincts. For now, he was the Earl's perfect butler; he couldn't afford to slip up. His master would never forgive him.
But he desired so fiercely to be your master instead.
"I am delighted that you enjoy my scones, My Lady. I prepared them specifically for you."
Just like that. He replied as if he hadn't just pictured you beneath him, begging.
"Really?"
The butler wasn't lying at all. He knew how much you loved eating those little rolls with jam, and he loved seeing you so happy and content. If only you knew what was running through the demon’s mind as he took advantage of your brief exchange to lose himself in the E/C of your eyes. His gaze was piercing through you, and you actually began to feel uncomfortable. Under his stare, you felt vulnerable, naked.
"Y/N, how would you feel about going to the theater?"
The young girl dressed in cotton candy pink caught your attention, distracting you from the intensity of those blood-red irises. As you continued to chat with your lovely friend, Sebastian went back to serving the guests with effortless grace and mastery.
"I'd love to! I heard they’re playing Romeo and Juliet."
By the time the evening rolled around, it had gotten quite late, and the Earl invited both you and Elizabeth to stay the night. Needless to say, you accepted.
The demon's sheer joy was so palpable that even Ciel could sense it. Once everyone had retired to their rooms, the young master confronted his servant in private.
"What exactly are you planning to do?"
"Whatever do you mean, My Young Lord?"
Oh, he knew perfectly well, but he enjoyed teasing him and pushing his buttons. He put on an angelic smile, keeping up the charade.
"I’m not stupid. I see right through the way you've been hovering around Y/N! What do you want with her?"
A small, wry smirk played on Sebastian's lips.
"Young Master, these are matters for adults. You shouldn't concern yourself with such details."
"Just make sure you stay away from her. She’s getting married in September."
Like a bolt from the blue, the demon's heart skipped a beat. What did he mean, "getting married"? And to whom, exactly? Someone who wasn't him was going to lay hands on his sweet, soft, appetizing little treat? He would never allow it. No one deserved you but him.
He would make sure that you could do nothing else but degrade yourself for him, succumb to him, live for him. You would have to dedicate your brief, fleeting life to loving and satisfying him.
Love.
What a strange word for someone like him. He wasn't sure he even knew how to love, at least not the way humans did. Demons are possessive, manipulative, obsessive, and perverse. None of that aligned with the definition of love held by the men and women of your world.
"Ah, well then. I suppose I shall have to find myself another amusement."
He was lying. He was lying through his teeth to his master. He already had a plan: to break you until you couldn't possibly exist without him. The carrot and stick method always worked like a charm on humans. So fragile, so weak.
He would strike that very night.
You were completely blissful in the arms of Morpheus when a crack of thunder disturbed your sleep. You woke up slowly, struggling to register the sound that had forced your eyes open. Stretching in the large four-poster bed, you turned to the other side, turning your back to the window.
Only then did you see them: two crimson eyes watching you in the dark.
Were you dreaming, or was there actually something in the room?
You sat up quickly, throwing off the blankets as you slid out of bed. You didn't even know what you were doing, but fear plays cruel tricks on the mind. You backed away from the canopy bed, keeping your back to the window. You always slept without drawing the curtains you loved waking up to the morning sun rather than your maid's alarm and because of that, when a flash of lightning illuminated the room, those ravenous eyes revealed themselves to belong to Sebastian.
"What are you doing?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
It would have been exquisite to devour your soul, but he had no intention of doing such a thing. Not right now, at least. Once you drew your very last breath due to old age then, and only then would he claim your soul. You wouldn't escape him, not even in death.
"Am I talking to a wall? Why are you in here?"
He ignored your questions, simply admiring your body wrapped in that frilly nightgown. He was already anticipating the moment he would rip it off you, exposing your soft skin.
"You are magnificent."
Only then did you realize you were practically exposed. A true scandal! You hurried back toward the bed and pulled the sheets up around you, trying to cover your modesty. Sebastian, meanwhile, admired the flush spreading across your cheeks.
Adorable.
"Either tell me why you're here, or leave this instant!"
"I am here to claim what belongs to me."
What? What did he mean by that?… Oh no. You understood. Good heavens, you understood perfectly.
"Sebastian, don't talk nonsense! I am getting married in three months!"
You backed away, pulling the bedsheet with you as if it could somehow shield you from him.
"I am well aware. But you won't be."
"Leave, or I'll call for help…"
"Screaming will do you no good," he smirked. "I slipped a powerful sleeping aid into their food. They won't awaken before tomorrow morning."
Terror spilled from your eyes, only fueling the butler's growing satisfaction. With a lightning fast movement, he was suddenly inches from your face. Wrapping a hand tightly around your waist, he pulled you against him and crashed his lips onto yours, trapping you in a deep, passionate kiss.
At least, it was passionate for him. You felt violated, utterly repulsed by the contact. He wasn't the man you loved, nor the one you wanted to marry.
"Get off me!"
You broke away from him, trying to push him back, but it was futile. Was you rejecting him? He would never allow it. You were meant to bend to his will, to love him and yearn for him!
He struck you across the face so hard that you stumbled back. Grabbing you by the arms, he threw you onto the mattress, pinning your poor body beneath him as he climbed on top. You fought with everything you had to break free, but he was a demon; it was a lost cause from the start.
"Shhh… you'll see. Very soon, you'll be doing nothing but screaming my name…"
As he ripped your nightgown open, a sharp cry escaped your lips, full of terror and despair. You knew exactly what was about to happen.
While you had now resigned yourself to your wretched fate, he was utterly ecstatic at the sight. He could have stared at this scene forever and he would have plenty of time to do so. Unbuttoning his trousers, he forced your legs apart as you desperately tried to keep them closed. He began to lick your clitoris, wanting to prepare you before taking you.
But he was an impatient demon after all, and he wanted you right here, right now.
With a single, rough thrust, he drove inside you, and you felt your hymen tear. A searing, blinding pain shot through your lower abdomen, and hot, salty tears began to stream from your eyes.
You were breathtaking. So desperate. Already broken for him.
He wanted more, and more, and more.
It was then that an idea flashed through his mind: why not get you pregnant? You would be bound to him for eternity through another living being an indelible mark on the world that could never be erased. Besides, it would make for a fascinating experiment.
Human? Demon? What would your offspring even turn out to be?
He was eager to find out. And as for you… it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was him.
P.S.: Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.
I bring to you my first properly documented recipe from White Orchard!
This recipe was acquired during an entirely respectable culinary investigation near the river, where I encountered a local woman preparing pike and discussing recent events involving a missing frying pan of hers.
Said pan had apparently been recovered by a grey-haired traveler carrying two swords. Curiously, earlier that same day, I also spotted another grey-haired traveler carrying two swords, both seemed to be looking for a "Sir Griffin".
Either this region has an unusually specific fashion trend or there is something I have yet to understand.
Regardless! While discussing local ingredients, river fish, and the frankly alarming abundance of apples in the region, I was fortunate enough to learn how White Orchard families might transform their orchards into something a little more celebratory.
The result is a simple apple pie: practical, comforting, and exactly the sort of thing one might bake when surrounded by war, monsters, and people constantly losing kitchen equipment.
White Orchard may have many problems but a shortage of apples is not one of them!
I therefore present: The White Orchard Riverbank Apple Pie!
May your crust remain flaky, your apples plentiful, and your frying pans stay where you left them.
He didn’t even deign to look up, keeping his eyes fixed on his newspaper. It was the usual routine; you served him, and he ignored you. Nothing out of the ordinary, after all, you were his slave. A poor woman sold out by her own clan to the highest bidder.
Yet, as conscious as you were of your role, you had to admit he treated you with dignity. It was the last thing you expected, especially from a man like him. Sometimes, you even caught yourself thinking that "working" for him wasn’t so bad. Your entire family had turned their backs on you, taking part in your capture and subsequent sale. Even now, tears would well up in your eyes at the mere thought of it.
"Y/N, your uniform is torn."
He let it slip out with sheer nonchalance.
Did you have a hole in your dress? You began checking your sleeves, then your apron, but you couldn't see anything. You weren't panicking out of fear of being punished; you were just deeply embarrassed.
"Where?"
He tapped your hip with his golden hook.
"Right here."
You winced slightly. You hadn't expected to be touched, and certainly not so gently. And besides… how on earth had he spotted such a tiny tear? Just how closely had he been watching you?
"I’ll mend it in no time!"
"See to it that you look presentable. A guest is coming over tonight to discuss business."
You looked straight into his icy eyes. They were devoid of any emotion, yet you weren't afraid of him. He had bought you like an object; you weren't a human being to him, so you should have feared him. You should have been terrified at the thought of him. Your life was entirely in his hands… and yet, you felt safe around him. Early on, you used to tremble at the mere mention of his name, but you quickly realized you had no reason to. He treated you with respect, as if you were a regular housemaid and not someone worth a measly 500 Berries.
That evening, your job was to serve the dishes for his business dinner (whatever that business entailed). You knew he wasn't a good man, but you chose to ignore what exactly he did for a living. Not that it was any of your business anyway.
His prospective partner was… shady, to say the least, and possessed zero manners. He was a slimy type who did nothing but undress you with his eyes, focusing particularly on your chest. He tracked your every move, and, completely unbeknownst to you, it was driving Crocodile absolutely furious.
Crocodile wasn't one to let himself get carried away by such feelings, especially at his age. But seeing that man take far too much of an interest in his lovely maid made him feel like an insecure teenager all over again.
"Now, let's get down to business, Mr. 0. I’m willing to sell you every weapon I have available for 500,000 Berries… and your maid."
The loud crash of shattering plates echoed through the entire dining room.
You had just walked back in carrying the desserts when that worm made his horrific proposal.
You stared at your master in absolute shock, barely able to breathe, while he simply continued to sip his wine. He didn't even look at you before setting his crystal glass on the table, casually walking out toward his office with his smug-faced guest.
What were you going to do? Mr. 0 had never laid a hand on you, never beaten you, never abused you. He treated you with dignity and respect, something that vile creature would certainly never do. Tears began streaming down your face; your fate felt sealed. You were going to lose another place you had finally learned to call home. But you still had one choice left: to beg and plead.
It was well past two in the morning. Cleaning up and washing everything had taken much longer than usual. It was late—far too late to go talk to him—but you couldn't bring yourself to wait until morning.
You knocked softly on the solid wood door. You didn't really expect an answer.
"Who the hell is it?"
Great job, now he's angry, you thought.
"It’s Y/N. Could I… speak with you? Please…"
You weren't even sure he could hear you; your voice was nothing more than a whisper.
But the door swung open abruptly, revealing a shirtless and visibly annoyed Crocodile.
He knew exactly why you were there: you wanted to know what was going to happen to you. He understood why you couldn't wait until morning, and looking down at you, seeing you so desperate, his heart skipped a beat. You couldn't possibly know it, but one of the most feared pirates alive was head over heels in love with a simple slave.
Years ago, even before he bought you, his eyes had caught yours while you were working as a waitress in a restaurant. You were a woman so radiant you could brighten his darkest days. That was the real reason he bought you. Not to own you, but to save you. Of course, he had always kept that a secret.
And so, there you were, crying on the floor, sobbing and stammering miserably. Slurred, disconnected words spilled from your lips. You were having a full-blown panic attack.
Oh, sweet Y/N. He would never sell you, let alone to that worm. In fact, he had already slaughtered the man without mercy just for daring to utter such a request.
To sell his angel? Not even for the One Piece.
"Y/N, stand up…"
His voice was as soft as a feather, and his calloused hand was incredibly gentle as he stroked the hand you were using to clutch at his trousers.
Your crying stopped instantly, almost on command.
"Master…"
"Call me Crocodile. It's my name."
The time had come to let the mask fall, to embrace the love he knew you returned. He couldn't bear to watch you suffer anymore, but above all, he wanted your affection. He wanted your touch, your kisses, your laughter. He wanted to hear you ramble about nothing, about how your day went and what you did.
He had been afraid of bringing you into his world, once you became his lover, you would be in constant danger. But he wanted to be selfish (and after all, selfishness was what he did best).
"Your name?"
"And drop the formalities. Speak to me casually."
"Alright… Crocodile."
You stood up awkwardly, stepping on your own skirt. Fortunately, you didn't fall right into him. You kept looking up at him with hopeful eyes, waiting for him to utter even the smallest word.
"I could never sell you to a monster like that, Y/N."
A reflexive, deeply relieved smile broke across your face.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Without thinking, you threw your arms around him. You expected to be pushed away, but instead, he placed his large hand on your head, caressing your hair gently.
You looked up, your surprised eyes meeting his surprisingly soft gaze. You never thought he could be like this. You would have never guessed it, yet here he was: the big, bad Crocodile, cradling his maid.
"Crocodile…"
It was a whisper that sounded like a wish.
He leaned down and kissed you, gently at first, and then with fierce passion. You could feel his tongue exploring yours with deep devotion as his hand slid down to your lower back, pulling you flush against him.
"Y/N, be mine forever."
For an answer, you threw yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck with all your might before kissing him again. This time, you locked yourselves in his bedroom until morning.
You were no longer his servant, nor were you his maid. You were his beloved, and the lady of the palace.
P.S.: Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.
A/N: hihi!!! ok soooo, i will get rika chapter 5 up EVENTUALLY, but rn i wanted to write this!! hope everyone had a happy new year <3
Saint Seiya Bronze Saints Dating Headcanons
What would each of the Bronzes be like in a relationship?
Pegasus Seiya
-Certified himbo boyfriend
-He's a bit stupid, but he's also super caring
-Cannot cook lunch or dinner for shit, but makes the best breakfast you've ever had in your life
-For dates, he usually takes you to an arcade, or a place where you'll both have fun
-Genuinely remembers everything about you.
-That plushie you said you liked? He has it for you by next weekend.
-However, you two mainly get each other joke gifts, inspired by inside jokes that make you both cry laughing
-The KING of bear hugs
-He will run to you at full speed, lift you up in his arms and spin you around
-Has fallen asleep on you while watching movies
-Speaking of sleeping, he clings like a KOALA
-Has a death grip during sleep, will not let go of you (subconciously, he's afraid that one more person will slip away from him)
-Going off of that, he does his absolute best to keep you safe
-Makes sure no battles get even remotely close to where you live
-If you're a Saint, he makes sure the enemies stay focused on him for as much time as possible
-He always has a picture of you in his wallet
Dragon Shiryu
-The most peaceful of the bunch
-Goes on walks with you a lot
-An incredible listener. Any problems you have, he'll listen to them and comfort you
-Is the most INCREDIBLE cook, and no matter what he makes, it tastes amazing
-Has a secret sweet tooth, and gets really excited when you give him pastries and candies
-Enjoys it when you brush, style, and play with his hair
-Keeps you as far away from the business of Saints as possible
-If you are a Saint, he trusts your power, but still rarely leaves your side in battle
-When you sleep with him, he holds your hand softly in his sleep
-He gives you a dragon-themed piece of jewelry to wear (he has a matching one that he never takes off)
-When you're sleepy or need comforting, he sings a soft lullaby in Chinese
-Makes you flower crowns
-Will murmur affectionate phrases in Chinese to you if he's to embarrassed for you to hear what they mean
-Secretly is easy to fluster
Cygnus Hyoga
-He loves it when winter rolls around, because that's when his favorite date ideas pop up
-Takes you ice skating, holds your hand if you're not that good at it
-Good at dancing, so he dances with you to both traditional russian music and vibrant, modern pop songs
-He knows that he can handle the cold, but he's not sure how good you are at it, so he gifts you PILES of sweaters
-Makes sure you're bundled up the second he clocks the temperature dropping
-Makes a lot of russian foods
-Teaches you russian (you two shittalk ppl together secretly with this)
-He gets you a pair of blue armwarmers to match his legwarmers (I don't care that they're orange, they're HIDEOUS so I've changed them to blue, fight me.)
-He's a bit of a jokester, and will crack stupid jokes just to hear you laugh and lightly hit his arm
-Makes sure you're never near the fights under any circumstances, but will let you be at the mansion sometimes
-If you're a Saint, you two are the most dangerous duo on the battlefield
-When you both sleep, he sleeps in layers due to him having a cooler body temperature than most, and always keeps one arm wrapped around your waist with your back to his chest
Phoenix Ikki
-Secretly a softie with you
-Acts like he hates affection, but LIVES for it when you cuddle him
-Actually really good at styling hair, and will do your hair if you ask him (he grumbles about it, but immediately locks in)
-Surprisingly good at cooking, especially with fried or grilled stuff
-Thoughtful in his own way
-He'll give you little trinkets from the places he visits around the world when he's away from Saint duties
-When he's off on his little expeditions where no one can reach him, you are the only one able to contact him during those periods
-Gives you a necklace that has one of the feathers from his armor on it as a pendant
-Teaches you to defend yourself and to fight
-If you're a Saint, he creates strategies to mix his fighting style with yours
-During the winter, he becomes your personal heater, and he'll slowly stroke your back when you cuddle him
-Incredibly protective of you; he lost someone dear to him once already, he'll make sure it won't happen again
-When you both sleep, he is pressed up against you, arms wrapped around you and his chin atop your head
-Genuinely smiles with you, and feels his anger melt away when around you
Andromeda Shun
aka MY HUSBAND
-So sweet
-Literally adores you, and is always seen holding your hand in public
-Kisses your cheek whenever you do the smallest things
-Actually very crafty, and often makes you little accessories or trinkets
-Not great at making regular food, but super good at making sweet pastries
-Dates usually consist of picnics with pastries that he makes
-Gives you flowers, even when there's no occasion and he just wants to give you some
-Will braid flowers into your hair
-He loves it when you play with his hair and comb through it
-Beneath his shirt is a locket with a picture of you and him in it
-His chains LOVE you
-Whenever they're out, they'll affectionately wrap around your arm or pull you closer to him
-Whenever Shun sees you after being away, he'll pick you up and twirl you around before pulling you in to kiss you softly
-Whenever he's not able to be with you, he'll call to make sure you're safe
-Even if you're a Saint, he makes sure that his chains are always at the ready to be your shield
-When you both sleep, your face will rest against his chest or in the crook of his neck while his arms hold you against him, cradling you like a shield
-Takes a lot of polaroids of the two of you, and has a photo album dedicated to you both
-Very easy to fluster, his cheeks will go pink if you do so much as call him cute, handsome or pretty
This was super fun to do!! Please let me know if you want more Saint Seiya content :)
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