#✒️ — writing

[maenjiro]

gojo? gojo.

sitting on gojo’s lap with just a skirt and no panties underneath and watching him have an aneurysm as he realizes that. gojo trying to keep his composure as he’s getting hard, the bulge in his pants hitting your naked cunt, “baby, where are your panties?” when you shrug with the most innocent face his grip on your hips tighten and his fingertips clutch you so tightly as if he needs it to keep himself sane and not fall down the abyss, but the only thing that will do is leave bruise on your skin. gojo just can't help pulling his cock out and make you ride him right here, heavy breaths and all escaping his mouth as you bounce on his cock leaking all over him.

[stellar-skyy]

FAMILY (OF SORTS) — Platonic Fatui Harbingers & reader.

i. SUMMARY: The Fatui Harbingers have a soft spot for Arlecchino's child. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: STRICTLY PLATONIC, headcanons, fluff, parent!arlecchino, house of the hearth!reader, all of the harbingers are reader's weird aunts and uncles, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 1.6k words. iv. A/N: the fatui are just a dysfunctional found family and i will die on this hill. shoutout to @romaritimeharbor for listening to my rambles about this idea 🫶🫶 also pierro and pulcinella aren't here because i could not think of anything to write for them :')

All of the harbingers knew about Arlecchino’s child; the one that appeared in Fatui Headquarters stuck to her side, eyes cast to the floor. They all saw the way that Arlecchino had held a soft grip on their shoulder, guiding them through the halls with the gentle touch of a parent from the gentle hands of a monster.

The Knave always swore she didn’t play favourites, but from an outside view it was clear that they held a special place separate from the rest. Anyone could see the way they appeared so much more frequently by her side. They were permitted to sit in on meetings, following her like a shadow. Some of the Harbingers guessed that she had picked them to be her successor; that their frequent shadowing was training them to take over once she was gone. Others joked about Arlecchino’s apparent soft side taking over. Whatever the reason, time went on, and the Fatui saw more and more of them.

All of them varied in their opinions of them—some indifferent, some fond—but the Harbingers all cared for them in their own ways.

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Columbina simply adores them. They’re just so small and cute, so tiny and fragile! Admittedly, her idea of ‘tiny’ is rather skewed—applying to anyone she deems weaker than her (notably, this label also gets given to Capitano and Tartaglia, despite their larger size and physical strength. The Damselette is truly an enigma.)

Whenever Arlecchino allows her to watch over them, she is delighted. She has a penchant for pet names, so ‘angel’, ‘my sweet’, and ‘lovely’ are all more commonly used than their name. Sometimes there’s a ‘baby’ or ‘bub’ if she’s feeling particularly affectionate, but no matter the name, it is always dripping with sweetness. She’ll sing to them too, to calm them down or get them to sleep. Her voice is gentle, laced with as much love as she would show her own child.

Some Fatui believe Columbina is a woman formed from hollow sweetness; that behind the lazy smile and soft voice, lies a callous and unfeeling heart, but her insistence on singing them to sleep comes from a place of genuine affection.

When they have to return home, she’ll kiss their cheeks and sweep them into a hug, making them promise to visit her soon.

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The fact that Arlecchino would tear out his throat with her bare hands if he dared to look at them the wrong way is the only thing stopping Dottore from roping [Name] into one of his experiments. Even then, he can’t help but investigate them a bit. Nothing extreme—please put the knife down, Knave—just some simple trials to see how they work. A quick strength assessment, a test of their reflexes, enough to judge the effectiveness of the House of the Hearth’s training.

The segments all had different opinions of them, varying from Prime’s general indifference to some of the younger segments fondness towards them. The latter were less likely to try to trick them into the lab—not that Arlecchino would allow them anywhere near it without strict supervision—and instead focused their efforts on convincing them to help mess with the rest of the Dottores. They proved to be an excellent partner in crime to thoroughly ruin the older segment’s day.

Despite his assertion that he won’t harm them, Dottore tends to be the one Arlecchino trusts least around her child. His unwillingness to get on her bad side doesn’t stop her from insisting Columbina or herself accompany them whenever they visit his lab.

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Tartaglia loves them. The days he gets to see his siblings are few and far between, so he’s always eager to play the older brother for them, and for any other House of the Heath kids that stop by. In fact, whenever any of the children visit, he makes sure to buy them plenty of sugary treats and candies before quickly sending them back to their Father.

(Arlecchino was not happy the first time this happened. It didn’t stop him from doing it every time, though.)

He was the first to convince them to call him Uncle, a feat that he bragged about to the rest of the Harbingers. This small incident would inadvertently lead to a petty competition to see who their favourite is, an event that would quickly spiral out of control with bribery and promises coming from all sides.

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Sandrone is very particular with who she allows in her workshop. When the rare guest was allowed inside, they had to follow three simple rules: do not touch anything, do not move unless I tell you to, and do not talk to me while I work. When [Name] first stumbled into the room, she was prepared to discourteously shoo them out the way she did whenever Tartaglia poked his head in to see what she was working on. But after some extensive begging, she relented and sat them down in a corner to watch her work. 

Even if she is far less fond of them as some of the other Harbingers, she still audibly squeaked the first time she was called Aunt Sandrone. This was covered up with a cough, but nothing could stop the warmth blooming in her chest. It was the first time a living creature had addressed her with such a familial title; some of her synthetic creations had a habit of calling her Mother, but this was a living, breathing person.

After they started calling her that, she quietly told them they were free to visit when she was working—provided they did not interfere with anything. 

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As much as he denies it, Scaramouche has a big soft spot for kids. He’ll swear up and down that he doesn’t care for them at all, but he treats them noticeably gentler than he treats any other member of the Fatui. Arlecchino once caught them huddled against him, using his wide-brimmed hat to shelter from the rain. She never let him forget that moment—the fearsome Balladeer, who notoriously never let anyone close enough to touch him, allowing her child to use him as an umbrella.

They remind him a little too much of the young boy he once considered his family. Whenever he spends time with them, there is something inside that both urges him to protect them in the way he couldn’t protect that child, and warns keep them at arm’s length before they betray him too. But his endearment towards them prevailed, and he begrudgingly allowed them a place in his heart.

Unlike Columbina’s affectionate pet names, the only nicknames Scaramouche gives them are ‘kid’ and ‘brat’, depending on his mood. On good days, they might even get called by their name, though it is a rarity. He cares for them, truly. In his own, strange way.

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Capitano is the best at giving advice out of all the harbingers. He is much more down to earth than Columbina and Dottore, and far less cynical than Scaramouche and Sandrone. He’ll let them ramble about their frustrations freely before offering gentle suggestions on what they should do to help. Even if they aren’t looking for a solution, he’s patient enough to hear out their thoughts, however jumbled and incoherent they may be.

He also likes teaching them skills he deems important for a young person to know. These include cooking—Tartaglia is not allowed to join them in these lessons after he almost burnt down the kitchen trying to ‘help’—as well as sewing and mending clothes.  

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Pantalone never would describe himself as parental. He never cared too much for kids; he hadn’t enough patience to deal with constantly crying babies or needy toddlers. Arlecchino’s child was thankfully far above that age, so they were less unbearable to deal with.

He was quite happy to spoil them with extravagant gifts and treats to win their favour, but the most effective way he does so is simply spending time with them. Trips to luxurious restaurants for lunch, allowing them to shadow him while he works. He also likes to give them advice—completely unasked for—about life, and relationships. Unlike Capitano however, his advice is of a much less helpful; he has a habit of advocating for blackmail for solving problems.

In exchange for a box of the most expensive pastries in Teyvat, he got them to call him their favourite uncle in front of Tartaglia. The miniscule dent in his funds was worth the look of betrayal on the younger Harbinger’s face.

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Signora easily took the longest to warm up to them. When she first met them, it was easy enough to label them as Arlecchino’s brat and move them from her mind. But they kept appearing, in and around the headquarters. At first they were always glued to the Knave’s side, but eventually Signora began to see them wandering alone through the halls. She took note of them—not out of any attachment to them, only out of self-preservation knowing that if Arlecchino found out her child landed themself into trouble while she was close by, it would be her funeral soon.

The sense of obligation faltered when she started to grow fond of them. They were irritatingly innocent, a rarity within the Fatui. Something about the spark in their eyes reminded her of when she was young—when she still had warmth in her heart and blood in her veins. For the first time in centuries, her frozen heart began to thaw with care towards another person, and begrudgingly, she began to accept that they were not as unpleasant as she once believed.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

[nishik1]

니키 : 𝐛𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 (𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫

★ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

★ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 (𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲), 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭

★ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬; 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢’𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞yre 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

★ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: MY STORAGE IS ALMOST FULL OMG 😭 kinda scared to post ngl…

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[aviiarie]

Hi avieee! I am making a request this time. So uhm I really really like your that lost & found platonic arle x reader. So I am wondering if you can do a part 2 of that? Like what happens after reader is rescued? The Fontaine trio reactions? Does Arle go into overprotective mama bear mode?

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ AFTERWORD. platonic fonatine siblings, arlecchino & reader !

synopsis. (sequel to lost & found. read that one first.) [name] is reunited with their siblings. contents. PLATONIC. aftermath of kidnapping. gn!reader. they/them pronouns used. fluff. 1k words. notes. i wanted to make this a sort of epilogue, so apologies if it is a little short!

“[Name]!”

Their eyes opened with a flutter, still in a haze halfway between sleep and consciousness. The call of their name was their only warning before they were tackled in their hospital bed by a blur of black and red, crying out in alarm at the sudden weight falling on top of them. In their daze, it took a moment for them to realize who it was.

“L-Lyn—Lyney?” they managed to stammer out, wheezing as he squeezed them in a much too tight hug.

“[Name]! You’re back!” Lyney clasped their face in his hands and peppered kisses to the top of their head, like an overly affectionate grandmother who hasn’t seen their dearest grandchild in years. They shoved at him weakly, rolling their eyes at his over-the-top show of affection. He wasn’t fazed, laughing hoarsely through his tears. “You’re alive. Gods, I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“Don’t be a pest, Lyney,” Lynette scolded as she entered the room as well, but she was barely looking at him. Her focus was set squarely on them, tears brimming in her eyes. “[Name]. I am… very relieved you are back.”

“I’m never letting you leave my sight again,” Lyney whispered, pressing his forehead to theirs. There was a shakiness behind his melodramatic display, a fragility behind his theatrics. The experience seemed to have shaken him far more than he was willing to admit. He moved off them, giving them room to breathe as Lynette hurried over to their beside.

“Never,” Lynette promised, settling on their other side. She leaned down to bump her head against the top of theirs, curling her tail around their leg.

“Is there… room in there for me…?” a quiet voice sounded from the doorway. They all looked up, as Freminet nervously knocked on the already opened door.

“Of course, come here!” Lyney stood abruptly, stepping back to make room for Freminet to squeeze in. He slipped into the space between them and Lyney, turning the four of them into something that was partially an awkward huddle, and partially a group hug. Lynette was still on their left, shoulders brushing. Freminet had circled their waist in a clumsy hug with his cheek pressed against their shoulder. And Lyney settled himself on the edge of the bed, draping an arm over the bed board.

“I really don’t think there’s enough room for all of us—” They tried, but Lyney shushed them.

“There’s room enough,” He said, patting their cheek. “And don’t think for a minute you’re getting rid of us so quickly after what happened.”

The siblings all seemed to stiffen up at his mention of the ordeal, himself included. For Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, it was sharp and clear in their memories, along with the lingering feeling of dread that came with losing one of their own for so long.

But for them, the entire experience was a haze. There was a distant pain throbbing in the back of their head, the phantom feeling of someone hitting them with something hard. Beyond that was a blur between being dumped on the cold, hard floor, and feeling warm hands pull them into a familiar set of arms.

“…Good.” They said quietly, resting their chin atop Freminet’s head. “I don’t want any of you to leave, just yet.”

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Arlecchino’s heels clicked loudly, sounding an alarm to all of the children loitering in the halls. After years in her care, they had learned to predict her mood from just the sound of her shoes, and the hurried clacks echoing off the walls told them clear as day that she was not in the mood for anything to interrupt her.

She brushed past the eyes that peeked out from the doorways, vanishing as soon as she grew close. She didn’t care to scold them for being nosy; they didn’t matter to her. There was only one person who mattered in that moment.

When she opened the door, Lyney was the only one that looked to be awake. The other two were curled around [Name], all three fast asleep in a pile of limbs and blankets. Lynette was lying on top of the blankets, one arm thrown over the other two siblings, while Freminet was clinging to [Name]’s waist so tightly that it was a wonder they were still breathing.

They looked like a pile of kittens taking a mid-morning nap together. The sight was endearing enough for the corner of her lips to twitch, almost forming a smile.

Lyney had settled himself in the chair beside them, resting his feet on the edge of the bed. His arm was stretched out to carefully run his hand through their hair, in the same gentle routine he used to help his sister fall asleep when they were young. The sound of the door opening made him look up, and he greeted her with a nod.

“They’re alright?” Arlecchino asked quietly.

“They’re alright.” Lyney answered with a tired smile, pulling his hand back to rest on his lap.

“Good.” She swept into the room, standing over their sleeping form. The blankets hid the majority of their injuries, but there was a flash of white bandages peeking out from where their skin was exposed.

Arlecchino brushed her thumb across their forehead. She knew they most likely were too deeply asleep to hear her, but it didn’t stop her from murmuring, “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you.”

The words made them stir slightly. It was slow at first, a small furrow in their brow and a twitch of their lips, but it was soon followed by a murmur. Their eyes opened a crack, meeting hers.

“Father…?” They mumbled lowly.

“Shh…” Arlecchino hushed them with a whisper, still tracing her thumb across their face. The slow, soothing motion had its desired effect; their eyes were already sliding shut. “Quiet, get some rest. You’re safe now. They won’t ever hurt you again.”

She leaned down and kissed their head, leaving her lips hovering above their skin for a moment to whisper, “Never again.”

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[kyokiiro]

☆ - Hsr womens reaction to someone flirting with you

Summary - how hsr women react to someone flirting with you

Pairings - Kafka, Natasha, Himeko, Feixiao, Jade & Yukong x fem!reader (seperate + reader has no set pronouns)

Warnings/Content & Notes - headcanons, fluff, possessiveness(Jade, Kafka, Feixiao), slightly suggestive in some parts, someone flirting with reader obvi, mentions of drinking/alcohol(Feixiao), slight and i mean like a drop of violence, Jade gets a bit more suggestive in the end, possibly ooc?, possible grammar & spelling mistakes, not proofread, rushed bc i wrote this at like 3am.

A/N: Surprise, i'm back(i think??), sorry for being gone for a while, shits been real tough. Also new layout?? Don't get your hopes up of me coming back to writing, since im still busy with my own life, i just wanted to write this for my followers who have been here even if i barely post fics. Hope you guys enjoy this! Also possibly gonna make a part 2? (maybe a genshin or zzz version, honestly depends on my motivation)

After this post, im also gonna address a few things with what's gonna happen on the blog and the requests in my inbox.

WC - 1.3k

★ Kafka

Would be highly amused if she saw someone flirting with you

She wouldn't do much since she knows you belong to her. Would maybe loop her arm around your waist or softly grab your hand

She would only really interfere if the person still continued to flirt even AFTER you told them you are taken

Would pull you in a searing kiss, while firmly holding you by your waist or hips

Will have a teasing smirk on her face after the kiss, while the person who was flirting with you walks away embarrassed

If this happens too often for Kafka's liking. She will get a lot more touchy, depending on how insistent the person is.

From holding hands to full out making out. Kafka will do anything to make it clear that you are hers.

If that still doesn't work. The glare that Kafka will have on her face is enough to make them run for their life

★ Natasha

Natasha is confindent enough of you guys' relationship, so she isn't worried when someone flirts with you. Trusting you enough that you can adress the situation on your own.

Natasha prefers her affection behind closed doors, especially when there are children around

But if that person starts to get a bit too bold with their actions, especially after adressing you're in a relationship. Will she interject and firmly tell them you are taken

While she remains civil, she can't help but putting her arm around you and giving you a small kiss on your cheek to make it clear that they need to leave you two alone.

Obvisiously she won't blame you for it; though she does stay a bit annoyed after, keeping you near her while she continues with her work to help her with her mood

If she ever comes across them again while you two are together, whether it is in her clinic or just around the town. She makes a point to be affectionate with you again, giving them a small glare of disapproval if they look over

★ Himeko

Though this doesn't happen often, since Himeko usually stays on the express and you like being with her as much as possible (which she finds adorable). So this either happen on the express, which is not likely or when Himeko does get to leave the express on one of the planets, which is the most likely one out of two

Himeko also is someone who is confindent in the relationship you two have. So she won't be worried if someone flirst with you

If the person still doesn't get the hint, only then will Himeko interfere

Himeko would softly touch you arm, giving it a small squeeze. Which is her way to ask if you're okay

When she tells them you two are together, her reaction depends on how the person reacts.

If the person apologizes for their behaviour, Himeko will say it's fine, but asks them to not do this to anyone if they are clearly uncomfortable.

But if the person blatantly ignores the fact you guys are together and still continues to flirt with you. Yeah Himeko's patience is gone in a milliseconds. Just the fact someone has the nerve to disrespect someones relationship makes her blood boil

Before the person had to chance to flirt with you more, you were already gone.

Himeko would feel a bit childish, but she didn't want to spend any more time near them.

Himeko wouldn't get possesive over something like that. She will only keep a close eye on you and would keep you near her for a couple of weeks

★ Feixiao

Okay the person is either stupid or just wants a death wish. because no one in their right mind dares to flirt with the significant other of the Merlin's Claw of the Xianzhou Yaoqing.

This will probably only happen if it's at a bar or anywhere else where alcohol is served

And that person who's flirting with you is most definitely drunk, or at least tipsy enough to not notice they're flirting with the lover of the general of the Yaoqing.

Feixiao is most likely also drunk or tipsy which heightens her protectiveness (or slight possesiveness) over you.

The first thing you will feel is strong toned arms wrap around you waist. Next is the feeling of a chin on your shoulder

Feixiao would nuzzle into the crook of your neck, while glaring at the person flirting with you.

If the person backs off, Feixiao will definitely have a firm grip on your waist, but not that it hurts. Waiting till that person is completely out of her sight, before slowly releasing her grip on your waist, yet still having her arm around it.

If that person still flirts with you. Yeah that person is either dead or very seriously injured/j. You literally have to hold her back from ending that person. That person will only end up with a black eye (or a broken nose..)

After that she will basically not leave you at of her sight at all, even going as far as glaring to anyone who comes to close to you to her own liking.

Extra: would also drape her jacket over you, just to make it clear that you are hers and hers only (just as much as she's only yours)

★ Jade

Have you seen Jade's trailer and how she beat up those ipc people? Yeah, that's exactly what she did to the person who was flirting with you /j

Okay, but in all seriousness, I pray to whoever the person who's currently hitting on the s/o of a stoneheart, nonetheless THE "Jade of Credit."

I think Jade would be slightly amused at whoever is flirting with you, but she's a possessive woman.

Jade does not like sharing what's hers, especially her own lover. I don't think she gets jealous, but moreover, she gets extremely possessive.

Tbh, I feel her presence already would make the person uneasy and back off. I mean, who wouldn't feel uneasy when a stoneheart with that unsettling smile of hers suddenly is right in front of them.

But if that even isn't enough, the words she will say are more than enough for the person to finally take the hint. Even tho Jade looks the same, the words she spoke are laced with an icy venomous tone that even makes you shiver

After that whole ordeal, expect to be near Jade at all times for a couple of days. If you ask her why you have to stay in her eyesight, she will brush it off with an ‘‘It's just for safety measurements, dear. Don't worry about it.’’

Yeah, Jade definitely made sure no one tries something like that ever again. (Or she maybe has to collar you to make sure everyone knows you're hers)

★ Yukong

Yukong isn't really a jealous type since she trusts you enough to not cheat on her. Also, wouldn't it be unprofessional for the Helm Master to get jealous over someone hitting on her beloved?

The only way Yukong would ever act on someone flirting with you is out of insecurity. Yukong has lost a lot of people in her life, which made her quite protective over her loved ones.

She's scared that the person is better than her and that you will leave her as well

Yukong would handle the situation as civil as possible. Politely telling the person you're are off limits

If the person is still persistent about it, Yukong isn't afraid to use her title and power to make the person back off

Yukong will be clingy after that incident, but it's very subtle. It's because she doesn't wanna seem overly clingy or desperate for your attention. Just give her affection back and some reassurances to tone down her insecurities, and she'll be content with leaving you be

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[sonder-paradise]

Hello, my dear friend. I was thinking… what if Chuuya, Akutagawa, Dazai, Atsushi are having a nightmare and their s/o comforts them?… btw, I really like your posts🖤 thank you for doing them, I really like them a lot💙💛

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ characters. chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai, ryunosuke akutagawa, atsushi nakajima, gn!reader

◊ genre. slight angst, comfort

◊ note. thank you for the req i had fun :)

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

for a man that does not dream, the closest he gets is the vague feeling that he is not safe. when he awakes, his palms stick to the sheets. his chest pounds and he swears he doesn't know what's going on.

he remembers nothing but a vague memory that something is wrong. he blinks, breathing slowly. once, twice, and then finally turning his head to look down at your sleeping form.

you are safe. he is safe. but as you shift in your sleep, mumbling something softly to yourself before finally looking up at him with hazy eyes, he feels a horrid, painful ache in his chest.

"chuuya? what are you doing up?" you whisper. your voice soothes something inside him and he swallows thickly.

"nothing. just thinking," he says quickly.

your lips tug down for a moment before letting out a sigh. your hand wraps around his waist, pulling him back down to the bed to lay down. he lays in your embrace quietly, soaking in your whispered words and soothing touch.

"you know you can tell me if something's the matter."

"i know."

unspoken words drift into the silence and chuuya releases his grip on the sheets to hold you a little tigher.

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

dazai says nothing. pulling himself out of bed and towards the kitchen. he's not sure what to do. his mind races and for a second he's scared. everything feels so unfamiliar, so unnatural.

'it was just a dream.'

that's what he tells himself as he paces the kitchen debating on heading down to the Lupin. then you appear in the doorway. he stills himself, eyes wide as his lips fall open in an attempt to explain himself.

but then, he doesn't have to.

"osamu... if you had a nightmare, it's okay to talk to me."

he pauses once more. for a brief second, he looks close to tearing up. but dazai knows better. it would be silly to find relief in you just because of some silly dream.

but when you stand a little straighter and open your arms like that... he can't help but find his way back into your embrace. you stroke his hair as he sinks into your touch.

"wanna talk about it?" you whisper, slowly but surely leading him back towards the bed.

"no," he murmurs, letting himself succumb to the way you just... take care of him. no extra narrative involved except your love.

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

panic. that's the first thing atsushi feels upon waking back up. he's alert and scanning the room for potential areas of danger. but as he soaks in the atmosphere, he spots his familiar room, the scent of you and him intermingled comfortingly and most important, you.

he stills himself, trying to pull it together slowly. questions race through his mind. is it okay to wake you for this? would you be mad if he got closer? his anxiety warps his already panicked state of mind.

then you roll over, rubbing your eyes before realizing the sort of state your lover's currently in.

"atsushi..." you murmur, carefully holding your arms open. "what's wrong?"

he immediately latches on with no intention of letting go anytime soon. silence replaces his answer but eventually he mumbles the details of his dream to you.

you’re quiet, taking in the way be trembles under your touch and stiffens when he thinks you’re about to pull away.

“i’m here. i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper and he nods and accepts those words.

the silence becomes a little less terrifying.

— 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

he wouldn’t admit he’s been startled awake by something haunting his mind. akutagawa turns away from you, unable to look at your peaceful form.

he traces back his memory; where he is, who he is, and his safety. he’s not wearing his coat…

akutagawa grabs the dark coat that sits patiently on a chair nearby. he wraps it around himself and questions if sleep is still a viable option for him.

then your voice hurries from the bed and he returns to your side.

“ryuu, are you going somewhere?” you ponder aloud, noticing the way he grips his coat a little tighter.

“no,” he grumbles.

you stare at him quizzically. he looks so frail and tired standing there so awkwardly. you soften your tone as you reach out to cup his cheek.

“you can keep the coat on. just lay down with me, is that okay?”

he thinks for a moment, then nods and sits back down. the coat is still wrapped around his frail shoulders. you pull your arms around him too.

akutagawa isn’t sure whether or not to love this affection or shun away from it. but it feels so warm, so unfamiliar yet right that he accepts it.

it’s a better alternative than the nightmarish comforts that await him when he shuts his eyes.

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[waifishsniper]

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

you've always had mixed feelings about simon's balaclava, the black fabric adorned with a white skull that usually served to hide his identity, but ended up being the thing that sent cold shivers down the spines of numerous people.

it strained, made look closely and think, but not you, you were visited by completely different feelings — tickling, spreading warmth in the very bottom of your stomach, but simon doesn’t need to know about this innocent prank of your mind, does he?

it was stupid to believe so, to hope that his intuition was not developed so strongly as to notice small details, as soon as he put on this mask in front of you — a slight blush, darting eyes and twitching fingertips, hell, he even noticed how your legs fidgeted, like there was already a whole pool in the gusset of your cotton panties, and he fucking loved the thought of it.

he liked to know that you had no idea that he had long ago guessed about your innocent little secret, and even if from time to time you asked a nervous — «wha.. why are staring like that?» the answer was only a little amused — «just looking at my girl, why, is that bad?» for the go ahead, turning your attention from his studying brown gaze to his words, sweet as honey, leaving a light layer of blush on your ears.

oh, stupid, stupid you, even rabbits going into the mouth of a predator are more perceptive, no?

you, in turn, found yourself right under him to be devoured, eyes reminiscent of roasted almonds were lost in dilated pupils and the shadow of a balaclava, a sharp chin and a thin line of bitten, swollen lips displayed the results of long, burning from the inside kisses.

he waited carefully to catch you, surprise you when you returned home from a nearby bar where you been meet friends, chat, share news, informing simon that you would be gone for a while, and receiving more than approving — «course, have fun, lovie, gonna wait you at home»

having returned very late in the evening, you were confused by the absence of the usual figure on the sofa, out of habit, he often spent his time in soft pillows, watching some unremarkable show, but this time you were greeted only by darkness, his shoes were in the shoe tand, and this is the only a mark of his presence, maybe he has already gone to bed?

taking off your shoes and outerwear, you slowly put on warm slippers and walked deeper into the apartment, passing the sitting area opposite the TV and the kitchenette, shuffling along the floor, following to your shared bedroom, allowing him to grin under the dark fabric, — «what a smart girl» was spinning in his head when the handle clicked under the pressure of your fingers and the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit bedroom and a dark figure, simon.

oh, but no, this time in front of you was not your boyfriend, but the one whose name and face are a mystery, and one look makes you shiver, ghost, for some a lieutenant, and for you today’s guide into the darkness, your lips part in an attempt to understand why is he sitting in his signature balaclava, in plain black clothes, does he know? but you fall silent at the first quiet, grumbling tone — «shh, no questions and no word's, wanna only hear you moan, alright? think you can do this f'ghost?» and you just nod, fuck it, he definitely knows.

you understand this by the fact that the fabric does not leave his rough face for a minute, it only lifts up to his nose to press his lips to the warm flesh and leave a hot trail of kisses, greedy bites — a little hastily, rudely, not habitually and not typical of his usual behavior, but so damn tempting.

he prepared everything down to the smallest detail, was firmly convinced that his second identity caused flashes of new sensations in you, and had no problems revealing to you what he was like when he played his role, but he needed to make sure that you would not be scared or feel discomfort , so the rule was extremely simple — «you gonna tap me or call me by my second name if something feels off, okay?»

a languid baritone pulls you out of your thoughts and you nod, seeing his relaxed gaze directed into yours as rough fingertips stroke the skin of your hip, to your waist and back, laying a layer of goosebumps and slowly moving the fabric of clothing out of its way, frowning as if worried, and you rush to calm him down, purring contentedly, expectantly — «i'll let you know, si, promise..»

this is enough to give him permission to press the pedal, speed up his movements and direct his thoughts to the central channel in his head, changing in a split second, and now the gaze looking at you was nothing more than wild, hungry and unusually ardent, here it is, that tickling feeling, slowly migrating through the body and down until it reaches and makes your wet pussy pulsate with intensity, distributing slick throughout the fabric of the already transparent panties.

ghost pounds into you in a fast and powerful rhythm, his muscular body pins you to the sheets and the creaking mattress, you don't have a chance to move as he takes control, placing your knees on either side of your head, exposing your vulnerability in this position, squeezing your legs and holding them the way he needs.

he drives his thick, meaty cock into your tight, slick pussy, feeling how his girth stretching you out and filling you completely, with every thrust his pelvis rubs against your throbbing clit, sending powerful waves of burning waves coursing through your body and all the way down, making your pussy more and more slick.

your mind becomes foggy, your words turn into meaningless babble as the pleasure overwhelms you, drool drips from your lips as you mewl and moan, completely lost in the sensations that ghost inflicts on you, managing your pleasure with professionalism and precision, enjoying your periodic squeaks in moments when the limp tongue in your mouth still connects a couple of words — «a-angh! s'.. so good, si, please!»

listening to your babbles, his own moans of pleasure escape from under his mask — «knew you'll — nnrgh! like it! ghost fucking you good, pretty girl?» as he moves further, his veiled, veiny tip hits your cervix and slides along your gummy walls, relentlessly stimulating your sensitive g spot.

your body is covered with his marks, hickeys and bites that mark your skin as evidence of his possession, your nipples are wet and swollen from his kisses and sucks, aching from the sensitivity and the way the air of the room touches them with each thrust he makes inside you, rocking your body, while you lie there, completely fucked out, your back arches and your eyes roll back in obvious ecstasy at what is happening.

continuing to ravish you with unyielding intensity, the force of his thrusts causes the headboard loudly hit the wall, the sound of the impacts causing a soft knock on the wall from the other side, but neither of you pay attention to it, too engrossed in your carnal desires.

the density of his potent seed filled balls slamming against the bulge of your ass only intensifies the pleasure coursing through your body, his veined tip curling and hitting your sensitive g spot, causing intense sensations that make your body squirm and your walls spasm around you his girthy dick.

his masked face rubs against your neck, his lips slowly move closer to yours, and with a careful touch he kisses you very gently, making you mewl and obediently open your mouth for him in response to a smooth kiss, tongues flying together and muffling any sounds you make, and the excess of all feelings collects light moisture on your lashline.

simon notices the way your salty tears gather on your lash line and a flash of worry goes through his head, but you haven't said a safe word, haven't touched him, so he assumes you want to continue, but still gently kissing your tears away, his warm lips press against your eyelids, a stark contrast to the strong movements of his hips.

they keep snapping forward, the incessant pounding makes your ass red from the sharp slaps of his tight balls and thighs, your tightness squeezing him tighter and tighter, your slick dripping down his cock as he mercilessly abuses your cervix with all his strength, fat tip hits a sensitive spot with pinpoint accuracy, and you can only whimper and sob — «ca.. caann't — uumh! s-sii, gonna c-cum.. cumming!»

barely noticing your sobs as you announce your approaching orgasm, the tight coil in your stomach finally bursts and you're gush hard, your slick and cum covering his cock and the sheets, your thighs wet, the thin fabric soaking as your arousal continues to drip.

he groans heavily — «fuckin' hell, there you go, jus — little bit, love!» feeling the tension of your warm walls suffocating his heavy cock, and continues to move, although now slower, he touches your throbbing clit, adding the final touch of stimulation, and covers your hole with white ropes of his cum, enjoying the feeling of release, stuffing further, filling you with his potent release until it stops leaking, before noticing how your cunt becomes looser, allowing him to slowly slide out, strings of your wetness mixed with his cum stretching from your hole to his cock, leaving a white ring on.

he watches his cum ooze out of you in fat globes, feeling the urge to spread your twitching folds and tease you even more, but he notices the state you're in — exhausted and sensitive, whimpering and sniffling, and his demeanor softens, he turns his attention to comforting you, realizing that at this moment you need care, you need simon.

simon carefully kisses and licks every part of you, enjoying the taste and aroma of your wasted pleasure, while your body goes limp, completely exhausted from the intense encounter, but there is enough strenght for you to reach out tiredly to touch him.

your limp hands shake as you raise them and reach out to touch his face, and he allows you to remove his balaclava, revealing a stern but familiar face underneath, simon nuzzles your cheek fast enough afterwards, leaving soft kisses on your face, gently rubbing your thighs while his eyes dart around, looking for a dry spot on the bed that isn't covered in fluids, and finally settles down at the very edge of the bed.

he gently scoops you up into his arms and gently holds you against his chest, rubbing your back soothingly, feeling your breathing begin to soften as he coos and kisses your forehead tenderly, leaving the image as quickly as he entered, whispering the last couple of words which you hear before passing out, snuggling into his tender embrace — «that's it, you're fine, lovie, your simon is here.. you're fine, pretty girl» ‹𝟹

[orchid3a]

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎, 𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

―୨୧⋆ ˚ or itadori yuuji proving to be the best boyfriend ever

―୨୧⋆ ˚ content: fem!reader, yuuji and sukuna are twins, yn and sukuna have a beef, mentions of vengeance (yn is going to kill sukuna lol), mentions of flu, yuuji being the greenest green flag ever, nobamaki as hachinana, sukuna's foul language, choso being the older brother, beta-reading (?) ―୨୧⋆ ˚ word count: 1.6k words ―୨୧⋆ ˚ author’s note: woah… it has been a year since i posted a fic of mine lol. well, i just want to start this year popping out my love for itadori yuuji <3, hope you all like this fic, please reblog and comment <3 i have to thank t*kt*k for this idea ―୨୧⋆ ˚ tagging: @blueparadis

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The only sounds in your room were your sneezes and soft imprecations towards whoever cursed you to stay bedridden on the most important weekend of your nerd life.

The anime convention of the month. You spent so many energies to craft your cosplay, and even managed to make one for your boyfriend, Yuji, so you two could make a couple cosplay. However, here you were, bedridden with a fever of 39°C, while your friends were having fun at the convention.

And you knew who he was, and you would make him pay for his ruining it. You could gamble your allowance that someone was a certain cute pink-haired boy’s twin, a certain mean and annoying twin who hated seeing you and his kind twin happy together.

Your thoughts of vengeance were interrupted, once again, by your nth sneeze, as you sighed loudly, before falling in the soft warmth of the bed. Grumbling, you turn on your side, your hand tasting the night table near your bed. Your fingers met something cold, your phone, as you took it. The screen brightness almost blinded you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, to make them adjust to the brightness. Once again, you opened it and noticed a few texts from your friends, it seemed that they were having fun at the convention.

Nobara sent you a photo of her and Maki, dressed up as Hachi and Nana from NANA. You almost fawned on how pretty and cool they were, you typed a long message declaring how much you adored and loved their cosplays. You coughed a little, as you saw other messages from your other friends who were there. Honestly, you wanted to cry, it wasn’t fair that they managed to enjoy the convention, while you were in your room coughing and sneezing. You spent days, no weeks, to prepare the perfect cosplay, managing to not spend too much money and sew almost the entirety of the costume, create some of the accessories, and the only thing you had to buy was the wig. You were proud of yourself and your work. Frustrated, you put the phone on the night table once again, before rolling on your side, trying to gain sleep, at least you could do that without coughing or sneezing.

“(-me).”

“(-me).”

You grunted as you rolled in your fuzzy sheets, trying to ignore the voice, however your attempt was a failure as someone stripped them off. Before you could curse him, your eyes met with the brown ones of your boyfriend, Yuji. You blinked a few times, surprised, you didn’t expect to see him, especially after going to the convention for who knew how long. Coughing, you tried to stand up, however, Yuji immediately helped you sit straight and even put a pillow behind your back, so you could stay comfortable. He was such a househusband material, you thought as you coughed one last time.

“Thank you, Yuji.” You thanked him as he gave you the water bottle that was on the nightstand. “Why are you here? Aren’t you tired from the convention?”

The pink-haired boy just grinned at your words, as he proudly showed you three bags, as he put them delicately on your lap. They were quite heavy, and you wondered what it was inside, as you opened one of them and you gasped loudly.

“I was right about you liking my surprise, and now Kusigaki has to give me ten bucks.” He chuckled as he grinned, thinking about the bet he just won, then he pointed to one bag before he added. “I bought you some presents, go on, babe, open them.” He reassured you with the biggest smile ever.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his smile, he sure was able to make you feel better even with just his precious smile. How you wanted to kiss him, but you didn’t want to pass him your flu. You cursed your flu once again for taking away from you the possibility to smooch your pretty boyfriend.

Trusting Yuuji’s words, you opened the first bag and a loud gasp, followed by a cough, left your lips, as your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, your head automatically shifted to your boyfriend, as he was grinning at your reaction.

“Then? I bought the right merch~ Yay! And the others didn’t believe me! Ah, serves them right!” The pink-haired boy just smiled as he waited patiently for you to open all your presents.

Your eyes scanned the content of the bag, noticing all the pins, badges, figures, and acrylics of your favourite characters of various animes and video games you mentioned to him. He didn’t forget one character, never in your previous relationship your exes remembered all this information, you were dumbfounded. Your eyes met Yuuji’s brownish ones, and you swore you could read all the excitement he had because of your surprised expression.

“Yuu… How could you remember all my favourite characters? I mean, it’s inhumanly impossible. Are you an alien?” You asked, blinking twice, as you saw his grin becoming ever bigger.

He scratched his neck as he just mumbled. “Well, you showed me so many times their faces that I just remembered them more than my favourite ones. I was sure that you would like them, knowing that you’re stuck to bed because of your flu and not at the convention.”

Your vision started to blur, as tears threatened to run over your cheeks, you couldn’t believe how could you date someone so amazing and loving as Yuuji. He was truly the best boyfriend ever.

The pink-haired man panicked when he saw your tears as he tried to cheer you up the best as he could, while he dried your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

It took you a few minutes to calm down, and now you were still in the bed, Yuuji with you, as his arms were wrapped around your waist, cheek pressed on top of your head. You tried to stop him, fearing he would get sick, but Yuuji didn’t listen, saying that he couldn’t get sick. After a few more protests, you gave in. How could you say no to him?

While cuddling, you opened the other bags, gasping and thanking profusely Yuuji for the plushes, gadgets and mangas he bought. And of course, you scolded him for spending so much money just for you! You didn’t like that he focused only on you, he should have enjoyed the convention for himself too!

“But I knew that you wanted to go there more than me, of course I had to buy you those things, I didn’t want to see your sad face because you missed out this opportunity.”

You swore your heart was shot by Cupid’s arrow once again, how could Yuuji be so romantic and caring towards you? He was truly a treasure.

A box peeked up from the last bag, your curiosity was picked, as you grabbed the box to discover that it was a Nendoroid. You didn’t recognize the character, nor did you remember ever talking about such anime. Maybe Yuuji watched it, and he just bought it, maybe you could suggest watching it together, so you could understand why he bought that specific character.

Yuuji’s eyes landed on the box in your hands, a sheepish smile blossomed as his cheeks went warm. An embarrassed chuckle left his lips before he took from your hands, before looking fondly at you, then at the character in the box.

“Yuu, why did you buy this character? Do you like her design? I mean, it’s adorable, she looks like a magical girl. “You asked as you looked closely at the character. Only now, you noticed that she had your same hair colour and the same was for her eyes. It was a curious coincidence; however, it wasn’t strange that you shared physical traits with a character, it could happen sometimes.

Yuuji’s smile softened when he saw you looking at the figure, before ruffling sweetly your hair.

“I don’t know her or the anime she is from… I just bought it because she reminds me of you. I thought that if I bought her, I could always have my lovely (Name) always with me, even if you aren’t with me physically.” He concluded, as his cheeks were reddish.

Your heart was once again hit by a Cupid’s arrow as you stared at Yuuji and his red cheeks, and you swore to yourself that sooner or later you would put a damned ring on his finger and marry him.

Suddenly you pulled him in your arms, now your flu the last of your problems, as he was laying on your chest, while you peppered his face with kisses and sweet praises. Yuuji melt in your embrace as he just let you smoother him with affection and physical touches.

And today too, Yuuji proved how much he loved you.

Bonus

A sneeze followed by a cough were enough to anger the fragile temper of a certain pink-haired twin, especially if the disturbance of his pace was his idiotic twin. Sukuna glared at his sick twin, who was laying on the couch, being babied by their older brother, Choso.

Sukuna wondered how stupid Yuuji could be sometimes, as he asked himself how he could be the twin of such an idiot, he was clearly the better one. (Choso may say otherwise, but Sukuna didn’t care)

Another loud sneeze irked Sukuna, as he turned his head towards his twin.“You fucking brat! If you fuck-”

“Sukuna! Language!” Choso screamed.

And another lovely day at the Itadori household began like that.

[scratchingcatfics658]

So hear me out, an AU where James and Pyramid Head share a body a lá Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

I've written a scene where Reader accidentally walks in one of his transformations lol

(this also includes what I headcanon Pyramid Head to look like without his helmet lol)

Metamorphosis

James Sunderland/Pyramid Head x GN!Reader

TWs and CWs: anxiety, chasing, body horror, canon-typical violence, uncanny valley, sorta angst, no smut

(divider by fawndollie)

You were looking for James only to hear him scream in pain in the distance. You go to investigate the source, ready to kick some monster ass, but you come across a horrifying sight...

🔪🩸🔪🩸

You see James kneeling on the floor, writhing in pain as his body swells and his spine cracks. His clothing tightens as his body increases in muscle and stature.

His cries for help are deepening into animalistic growls. His clothing finally couldn't take it anymore. They were soon reduced to nothing but shreds.

As James started to slip away, his eyes darkened and dilated. His hair lengthens to his shoulders.

As he smiled unnaturally wide, James was no more.

Only Pyramid Head remains...

The brute stood up and tore off whatever was left of James's shirt. He found an old worn-out apron and simply tied it around his waist. On the table nearby, he found some old work gloves and immediately put them on.

Now where was his helmet? Oh there it is! It spontaneously appeared right next to him. He lifts the heavy helmet with his strong arms and places it on his head.

Now all he needs is one more thing, his Great Knife. He punches a hole in the floor and reaches for his trusty blade, slowly pulls it out, and it lands with a loud slam, digging into the floor.

Pyramid Head finally feels complete.

🔪🩸🔪🩸

Your heart sank as you saw the man you love slowly and painfully turn into the most feared monster of all Silent Hill. You had no choice but to run.

You ran out of there as fast as you could. You then heard a loud scraping noise in the distance. It seems that he finally saw you. You continued to run. You hid behind a corner. Oh good, you finally lost him... You started to look for a place to hide from him. Along the way, you found a safehouse. You quickly went inside and locked the door.

You let out a sigh of relief and you thought “Finally, I can rest…” until you once again heard the scraping noise of a familiar foe…

(a/n: I got y'all on a cliffhanger! >:D But don't worry tho, I will definitely write a pt 2 for this if I get a chance lol)

[anonboyhalo]

HAWKS / KEIGO DRABBLE

pairing: Hawks & Reader (platonic)

summary: Hawks left his house without informing the agency, now that you've got caught, you're being driven to your respective homes when you fall asleep.

warnings: none!

wc: 203

a/n: I wish there was more Hawks & reader instead of x reader… so I did Gods work and made my own lololol. I want this guy to be my big brother;; This is in Keigo’s pov!

It was a silent night as the rumble of the engine soothed the high schooler beside him to sleep. The air was chilly and smelt of the takeout that was sitting in the front passenger seat, the agent who was in the driver's seat was bringing them home. As light posts zoomed past, their beams illuminated Keigo’s face. He raised a limp wrist to shield his eyes, a frown forming on his face.

He didn't think they'd get caught, it was his fault, wasn't it? That kid was just happy to hang out with him, he knew they didn't mean to be so loud, they were just excited. He's probably in hot water with the agency now. What a way to go, Keigo.

He feels rustling next to him. He turns his head to see his intern’s head has fallen onto his shoulder, a smile spreads across his face followed by a soft huff.

His eyes scan over their sleeping face before noticing their Nintendo Switch is still on. Ah, they were playing Undertale weren't they? He gently slips the console from their hands and stares at the death screen.

“Birdie!

Stay determined…”

Keigo lets out a quiet chuckle.

He clicks continue.

[maenjiro]

ft. original form sukuna x gn!reader

cw: oral, dumbification if you squint, free use (i'm gonna leave this planet)

sucking off original form sukuna would mostly involve you choking and drooling on one of his cocks while he use the other one to slap your face. sukuna looking down at you with a vicious grin pondering if he should fuck that little cunty mouth of yours or if he should just spare you and enjoy the strangled noise you're making. spit and precum pooling at the base of his cock and your chin. your eyes glassy and rolling back every time he delivers a shallow thrust. he loves reducing you to just his dumb whore, to a mere fucktoy, that he can use to satisfy himself.

but your mouth is not enough to fulfill sukuna's needs completely, you should at least use your hands to jerk him off. his cock resting against your face is throbbing and leaking precum, so he would order you to use his hands on him and there's no room to disobey him. sukuna loves the sound of his balls slapping against you when he is about to cum and moves your head up and down, his hands planted in your hairs… while his other hands guide your hands up and down his other cock waiting to spill all over your face as you swallow the load he's emptying in your throat.

[stellar-skyy]

♡ - LOST & FOUND - Platonic Arlecchino & reader

i. SUMMARY: Hell hath no fury like a parent whose child has been taken from them. ii. CWS & NOTES: description of blood and injury (mildly graphic but not gory), violence, mentions of kidnapping, swearing (like once), implied murder. PLATONIC arlecchino & gn!reader. house of the hearth!reader. angst & slight hurt/comfort. 2.5k words. iv. A/N: i am... so normal about parental arlecchino... so normal... i hope you enjoy because i loved writing this!! i have a little written for an epilogue featuring the lyntwins + freminet reuniting, so stay tuned for that ♡

It had been fifty-eight hours, and twenty-seven minutes since [Name] had vanished.

Freminet sat curled up in a velvet armchair that dwarfed his small frame, with Pers on his lap and his brother and sister flanking each side. They had both refused Father’s offer of a seat, which showed the severity of the situation more than words ever could.

No one ever refused Father. Even she had raised an eyebrow at their sudden rebellion.

“Lyney, Lynette. Defiance will not make [Name] come home faster. Take a seat.” Father sipped her tea, poised as ever. Even with that impassive mask, Freminet still noticed the tension in her shoulders.

He always noticed.

“There’s no need,” Lyney said shortly, adding on a respectful “Father.” as an afterthought.

“What my brother means—” Lynette cut in smoothly. “—Is that we do not want to draw this conversation out any longer than necessary. We only came to get permission to postpone our current assignment and search for [Name]. I’m sure you can see the circumstances are dire enough to warrant such action.”

“I’m afraid I do not, Lynette.” Father placed her cup down and folded her hands over her lap. “They are a very skilled agent, and this mission was hardly out of their ability. No need to compromise your current—and very important, I might add—mission, for trivial matters.”

“It isn’t trivial, it’s our sibling!” Lyney burst out, causing Freminet to flinch. He reached out a hand blindly to settle on Freminet’s shoulder, squeezing it quickly in both a comfort and apology for startling him.

“I would be mindful of your place within this household, Lyney.” Father said mildly, the warning clear. “I have given you a direct order, and you will follow it. Do not stray from your assigned mission. [Name] will be fine.” She paused for a beat. “You are dismissed.”

“That’s it?” Lyney hissed. “So, you’re going to just leave them to die?”

It sounded like less of a question and more of an accusation. Freminet winced, feeling Lynette stiffen beside him as well as they waited for the consequences of Lyney’s bluntness.

Arlecchino rose from her seat, the tension in the air thick enough to choke all three of the siblings.

“I never said that. [Name] will be home in due time.” Her gaze shifted from the left to the right side of the armchair. “Lynette, you will have tea with me later, won’t you?” Father asked, causing the girl to freeze.

She bit her lip, answering carefully. “I may. Maybe if [Name] returns, we can all have tea together.”

“A good plan,” Father agreed, ignoring the quiet angry undertone of her words. “When I see them, I shall invite them.”

“It had better be soon; it’s getting late.” Lynette countered. Freminet’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. Lynette was always better at matching Father’s games. Freminet crumbled under the weight of her gaze, and Lyney wasn’t any better at handling the pressure without his emotions causing him to crack and splinter.

“Lynette, Freminet. Let’s go.” Lyney said sharply.

Throughout the entire exchange, Lyney’s hand had not moved from where it was planted firmly on Freminet’s shoulder, as if he was refusing to let another of his siblings out of his grasp. Freminet might have remarked that Lynette was handling her worry better, but he noticed how her tail kept curling around his leg when they walked into Father’s office. Neither of the three was willing to part with the others for even a second; not when one of their own had gone missing by doing just that.

As he drew back his hand and moved away, Freminet caught his arm.  

“Just… a moment, please. Wait outside, I’ll join you soon.” Freminet murmured, letting go. Lyney pursed his lips.

“Be quick.”

The twins vanished through the doorway, leaving Freminet alone with his Father.

“Freminet dear. You’re hesitating.” Father raised an eyebrow. “Are you waiting for something? Do you want me to give Pers a kiss on the head before I leave?”

Freminet flushed at the memories of holding the toy up to Father when he was young, insisting the penguin deserved a proper goodbye too. “Ahem. I’m not a child anymore… Father.”

“No? Then why are you still here?”

He swallowed awkwardly, forcing himself to look her in the eyes. He met her stare

“I know you’re just as worried as I am.” He said bluntly.

Father’s expression was almost impossible to read, but Freminet managed to catch a hint of surprise at his words. “I see. How did you come to that conclusion?”

It wasn’t denial, nor was it defensiveness. That was a good sign. Freminet continued, “There is a pinch between your eyebrows that you keep trying to smooth over. You’re gripping your teacup much tighter than usual. Your shoulders are tense. And you were far too quick to dismiss the twins’ concerns. You of all people would know that the situation is severe enough to allow a brief pause to their investigation, but you were swift in making sure they were kept as far away from the situation as possible.”

Arlecchino stared back at Freminet silently. She always had that unsettling way of watching him, as if she was picking apart the cogs and wheels spinning in his mind to know exactly what he was thinking.

“Observant as always, Freminet.” Freminet stood up straighter, pink touching his cheeks. “So, tell me this: what am I to do next?”

“You’re… going to find them yourself?” He asked slowly.

“That is correct. I will be.” Father agreed, and something inside him swelled. If only Lyney was still in the room, he would have collapsed with relief. “And what will you be doing?”

“Helping.” Freminet said without a thought.

“Incorrect. You are going to return to your room, go to sleep, and not say a word to your siblings.”

“But—”

“No. You are not involved here.” Arlecchino turned her back on him, looking out the window with her arms folded behind her.

“Father—”

“Do not forget that if you or your sibling’s interference costs me my mission, [Name]’s blood will be on your hands.”

Freminet recoiled sharply, as if she had struck him across the face. Arlecchino refused to lay a hand on any of them, but her words were more than enough to wound them.

“I—”

“I’m not looking for an argument, Freminet.”

Freminet shut his mouth with a click, lowering his head. He forced back the wave of emotions sweeping across him, sinking them so far into the depths of his mind that not even a champion diver like himself would be able to reach them.

“I am looking for an answer.” Father raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Father.” He said quietly.

“Good child,” She murmured, laying a gentle hand on the top of his head. “You are dismissed.”

-----

Arlecchino made her move at the stroke of sundown.

It was disgustingly easy to track them down, and the sheer incompetence only fuelled her rage until it burned brighter than the flames that curled beneath her skin. The assailants were sloppy, leaving plenty of traces for her to find, as if they were waiting for her to find them.

One of her agents had returned with a slip of paper that evening—a ransom note, crudely explaining that they had captured a House of the Hearth agent, and demanding a hefty sum in exchange for their safe return. She had chuckled at that last part. They would be lucky for her to leave them with their lives after what they have done, let alone a reward.

Their hideout was located in a quiet cave near the ocean, with an entrance half-hidden behind a curtain of vines. It was a quaint spot, a cosy place to sit back and watch the sun set over the water. She was sure the view behind her was breathtaking, but she made no move to take a glance for herself.

The vines made way for a long, narrow tunnel, ending with a wooden door. Arlecchino quietly turned the handle, scoffing under her breath when it turned without a key being inserted, and slipped through without making a single sound.

Six were scattered around the dingy room; one woman, five men. Seeming to be aged between their mid-twenties at the youngest, and early-forties at the oldest.

“Have we got a response yet?” The woman muttered impatiently, tapping her foot against the floor.

“How should I know?” One of the men grunted. “We left the note. Eventually it’s gotta make it’s way to the boss herself, and we’ll get the reward.”

“Just gotta be patient,” Another murmured. “Gotta be patient.”

Slightly past them was a wooden cage, secured with a metal lock.

They were in a heap on the floor of the cage, breathing weakly—Arlecchino quietly thanked the Tsaritsa that they were breathing at all—and looked to be passed out.

The fire inside her sang, and she could hardly breathe under the heat of it all.

“How long is this woman gonna take?” The woman rolled her eyes. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Arlecchino chuckled, causing all of the six to jump. “Oh, then allow me to assure you that you won’t have to wait much longer at all.”

Instantly they were on their feet, grabbing whatever weapon was closest. Their expressions ranged from outright fear, to an egregious amount of confidence for how weak they were in comparison to her.

“Knave,” the closest man grinned crookedly. “How kind of you to join us. I’m assuming you’re here for—” he jerked his head towards the figure still unmoving. “—that one?”

“‘That one’?” Arlecchino repeated slowly, drawing her scythe to her side. “I am here for my child.”

Two of the men—the ones closest to the cage—looked at each other nervously. Arlecchino smiled. It was a pity the rest of the group didn’t share the sense to fear her, but they would learn soon enough.

“Well you see, we’ll be happy to hand them over—” the man’s grin widened. “For a price, of course.”

“A price, you say?” She mused. “How about this. You step aside, I retrieve my child, and offer you a quick death. I would say that is more than fair, considering what you have cost me.”

The smile dropped off the man’s face. “That ain’t an option, lady.”

“Then I think you misunderstand.” She took a step towards him, then another, eyes glinting dangerously in the low light. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Boss—” one of the men tried to say.

“Shut it.” the first man hissed, bringing his shovel up in a defensive position. It was almost laughable, how he thought that would protect him.

“You made four mistakes tonight,” Arlecchino said smoothly. The tip of her scythe brushed the floor, sending a loud scraping sound across the walls. All of the people inside the room winced at the sound, but Arlecchino was unfazed as she continued prowling towards them.

“One… you failed to cover your tracks, making it remarkably easy to track you down.” In one swift motion, she lunged. The group barely had time to blink, before her scythe sliced across the chest of the closest one.

There was silence, before the man made a low gasp, bright crimson blood spilling down his shirt. He collapsed forward onto the ground with a thud, and the room erupted into chaos. A scream tore from the throat of the woman, and she dropped to her knees at his side, desperately clutching his shoulders. Arlecchino aimed a quick strike at her back, and she fell against the man heavily.

“Two, you left the door unlocked.” A pair charged towards her, hammers and shovels swinging. She knocked the weapons from their hands with one hit, and knocked them down with a second.

“Three—” One snuck up from behind, quickly tossing a string of rope over her head and around her neck, pulling harshly to cut off her breathing. An elbow in his ribs winded him enough to loosen his grip, and a knock to the head with the hilt of her scythe sent him to the floor. “You brought far too few people to last in a fight against me.”

The final man stumbled backwards until he hit the wall, shrinking against the bricks. Arlecchino walked with slow steps, stalking towards him like an animal cornering their pray. He shielded his face with his hands, in a desperate attempt to protect himself. Once she was about a foot away, she stopped, leaning in close.

“And four.” Arlecchino grasped the man by the throat, digging her nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. “You hurt my fucking child.”

She tossed his body to the side, watching him hit the wall with a thud and collapse to the ground like a ragdoll.

“Pathetic.” She scoffed under her breath, stepping over his limp body. Her anger wasn’t nearly quelled—an inferno is not easily cooled, after all—but seeing them all lying lifelessly across the floor of their own base at least brought some vindication. She turned her back to the man, looking over at her child.

They were curled up in the cage like a trapped animal, rattling breaths ringing through the bars. Arlecchino gritted her teeth at the sight, making sure to step on the nearest captor’s fingers as she walked over. She swung her scythe against the lock, shattering it into bits of metal.

Her hands were gentle in reaching into the cage, hooking a hand under their knees and cradling their back with the other. They made a pained cry, and Arlecchino hurried to pull them out. She held them close to her chest, letting their cheek rest where her heartbeat pounded against her chest. Her face didn’t falter from that stony expression, but inside she was burning with fury.

“My child,” She murmured, more to herself than the shivering form in her arms. There was something dangerous in her tone, a note of warning to the assailants still conscious enough to hear her voice. She kissed their forehead, a tender gesture out of place among the bloodshed. “Didn’t I promise you that while you’re with me, no one can hurt you?”

“F-Father…?” A broken whisper slipped through their lips, followed by a sob, first sinking Arlecchino’s heart then shattering it into two.

“Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay, darling, I’m here.” She crooned, carrying them out of the room and through the tunnel. All throughout the journey through the tunnel and back onto the beach, she didn’t stop murmuring comforts and pressing kisses to their head in the most maternal way she’d ever remembered acting.

“I’m sorry, Father…” they mumbled, cheek pressed against her chest.

“Darling…” Arlecchino hummed, even as the smouldering ashes in her chest began to spark and flicker. “You have nothing to apologise for.”

The night was cold, but her child was a warm weight in her arms. She revelled in the warmth, a gentle reminder that they were still alive.

“We’ll be home soon,” Arlecchino promised, even though they were barely conscious enough to hear her. “Soon.”

reblogs are appreciated ♡

[nishik1]

니키: ౨ৎ 𝐔𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

(𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚? 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄!)

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭! 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐔𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥! 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬>𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬>𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐮

౨ৎ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩.

౨ৎ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @seunghancore @gweoriz @nishiriks

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐲/𝐧’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 | 𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐧 🤓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝟎𝟏. “𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬“

𝟎𝟐. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

𝟎𝟑.

𝐭𝐛𝐚...

dividers from @/kyejiz

© copyright nishik1 do not plagiarize, translate or repost any of my works!

[aviiarie]

˚ ₊ ‧ ♡ TIL DEATH DO WE PART — feat. kaveh event masterlist

synopsis. you were practicing your wedding vows near a grave, and accidentally brought a corpse back to life. trouble is, he now thinks you two are married. warnings. corpses. implied death. reader is arranged to be married. notes. request for @lowkeyren!! corpse bride au. gn!reader. 1.5k words.

The smell of fresh soil was thick in the air, rich and cloying, and filling your senses. It was only a few hours after the rain had tapered off, leaving the ground soft and moist beneath your shoes.

While the strong, slightly overwhelming scent managed to distract you from the anxiety thrumming beneath your skin, it came with an unfortunate side effect: mud. The further you walked, the more it stained the hem of your clothes, squelching uncomfortably under your feet. You tried to ignore the dirt that you knew must be caking the fabric, but every step into another puddle was yet another reminder of the mess you knew you looked.

Your wedding outfit, the one that your family had worked tirelessly to prepare, was near ruined.

Truthfully, you hadn't planned on running so far into the forest, only far enough that the ringing sound of wedding bells and nauseating scent of lilies were left fully behind you. Flowers and weeds alike were crushed underfoot in your haste, but by the time your frantic footsteps had slowed, you were already deep into the sprawling clusters of trees.

Emerging into a clearing, you finally halted in your tracks. Your lungs burned—from the chill of the night air, or from the exertion, you couldn't tell.

Your mind was still abuzz with anxiety and adrenaline clashing against each other in the back of your head. All you could think of was the horrified face of your fiance, soon-to-be husband, watching helplessly as you fled the alter.

He was a good man, a perfect gentleman; the kind of man you might have truly fallen in love with if you were given the chance. And with the way he had smiled at you when you met, he might have been able to fall for you too, but he wasn't given the chance either. Neither of you were given more than a few minutes alone, and a promise that you had a lifetime to properly become acquainted with each other.

The wedding rehearsal was supposed to be the practice, an opportunity for you to settle your nerves and make certain you could stumble your way though your vows without a mistake, but it ended in disaster.

Forgetting your vows was the first sign of trouble; dropping the ring was the second. Knocking over a candle onto the dress of your new mother-in-law was the final straw that broke away any hope of the day going smoothly. Before you could even process your mistake, the room was filled with shrieking as the woman tried to fan away the flames curling across her dress.

Humiliated, you had pushed past your shocked family, ignored the spluttering protests of your new in-laws, and left behind your soon-to-be husband behind.

It was a cowardly move, but you couldn't bear to stay any longer, when everyone was looking at you as if you had already failed as a spouse.

“It shouldn't be that difficult,” You murmur to yourself, pacing across the clearing. “Just a few simple vows...”

The vows themself were easy to memorize, but the moment you tried to voice the words, they would get tangled in your throat.

“With this hand... I...” You stopped walking, clearing your throat and holding your chin up. “With this hand, I will lift your wine—No, that's not right.”

A dejected sigh echoed through the space. There was no one around to see your frustration, but you knew you must make a rather pathetic sight, poorly reciting vows alone in a forest.

“Your wine will never be emp—Ugh, no! That's not right either!”

Between your attempts, you paced across the dirt, footprints sinking into the already soft ground. You needed to be better, you needed to get this right.

A hand fell to a hidden pocket at your side, holding the ring that you had failed to give to your soon-to-be husband. It was a simple silver band, glinting in the moonlight.

If not for your own pride, if not for your family, then you had to pull your act together for your fiance. You knew his stake in the marriage as much as you knew your own, and you knew he couldn't afford to search for a new spouse if you couldn't get it right.

You needed to get it right.

With a deep breath, you tried once more. “With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.”

A chilling breeze swept through your hair, but you barely noticed it. You took a step forward, eyes locked on a curling root sticking out of the dirt. It almost looked like a hand, reaching out to you. “With this candle... I will light your way into the darkness.”

You knelt down on one knee, stretching out a hand to the root.

“With this ring—” Your hand closed around the root, slipping the ring over the 'finger' of the branch. “I ask you to be mine.”

As soon as the words left your lips, there was a shift in the air. It was subtle at first; the wind began to pick up, and the birds flocking in the trees flew away, as a shiver ran down your spine.

Before you could blink, the root started to move, twisting to wrap itself around your wrist. You cried out, trying desperately to tug your hand out of its grasp, but it held fast. As you looked closer, it appeared less like a root now, and more like a hand, gripping you tightly with gaunt fingers. As you pulled harder, it surfaced fully from the ground, revealing the skeleton of an arm connected at the wrist.

You let out a shriek at the grisly sight. In your panic, you jerked your arm hard enough to cause the skeletal limb to break away with a loud snap, the force of the movement sending you stumbling backwards. With a cry, you shook your wrist to get rid of the now-broken hand, hurling it against a tree.

You watched, frozen in fear, as the patch of dirt where the root—hand? skeleton?—had once stuck out shifted, like there was something pushing it from underneath. Another hand broke the surface, clawing at the ground to try and pull itself up.

The hand was followed by an arm, then a head, then a torso. What emerged was the lumbering figure of a man, his tailored suit in tatters and covered in dirt stains. The tears in his shirt showed an exposed rib-cage, the flesh already deteriorated and leaving his bones on display. Half of his body was skeletal—just like the arm that was now missing from his side—but the parts that still had skin clinging the bones were gray and colourless. The only part that wasn't rotted were the shiny hairclips pinned at the side of his blonde hair, although, they did nothing to disguise how dirty and matted it was.

The creature might have taken the rough shape of a person, but there wasn't a trace of light shining in his eyes. They were glossy and white and lifeless, as if he was nothing more than—

A corpse.

The wind began to howl, filling your ears. In between the noise, a chilling whisper broke through.

“I do.”

Your chest seized, heart pounding in your ears. The corpse's eyes were fixed on your form, his blueish lips pursed slightly. He lumbered towards you, each movement making your skin crawl.

You stumbled backwards, your back hitting the trunk of a tree. The bark dug sharply into the back of your clothes, scratching at your skin. Across the clearing, the corpse was still watching you, eyes lit up with a glint of... curiousity?

He moved forward again, and your breath quickened. You spun on your heel, pushing through the trees and past bushes and branches to run further into the forest. All you could hear was your own fractured breathing and pounding heartbeat.

The wind howled mournfully as you ran, ruffling your already tattered clothes. Behind you, you could sense the corpse slowly growing closer and closer.

You came to a bridge, almost stumbling and falling into the river below. Leaning heavily against the railing, you tried to catch your breath, even as your lungs burned. Your feet were aching, your chest pained, but you couldn't stop.

As you desperately tried to steady your breathing, the moment of pause made you notice how still the night had become. The wind had died down, the birds had dispersed, and the corpse was nowhere to be seen.

You let out a shaky sigh, scanning your surroundings, but your relief was cut short as soon as you turned around.

With a gasp, you found the corpse right in front of you, a dark expression shadowing his face. Up this close, he looked almost pretty, with delicate features and piercing eyes that softened as they fell on you. You could imagine him alive, with a reddish blush in his cheeks instead of the sickly pallour that his skin had taken on; a beautiful young man, instead of a walking corpse.

He reached out, gently placing his ice-cold hands onto your shoulders. With a thin smile, he leaned closer until you could feel his words on your skin.

“You may now kiss the groom.”

🏷️ taglist: @tragedy-of-commons, @mollzaj, @wystiix, @mikashisus.

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[starletdust]

dwada boowthill and bwaby swundy hcz?! >:D (/nf)

cg boothill + little sunday headcanons!!

i microwave them explode

tbh the main reason this took a lil while was cus i couldnt make a good banner thingy … everything red & blue was usa related T_T

𖤓 — sunday rarely calls boothill any sort of name (papa, dada, etc.) unless he’s super tired ; there’s always a small part of him holding back when he regresses

— boothill still refers to himself when talking to sunday, though, no matter the time ; “can you help papa clean up, please?” and the like

𖤓 — boothill calls sunday ragamuffin. not sorry

𖤓 — sunday is super snuggly & clingy, though it’s obviously a little difficult with boothill’s body — he most often nuzzles his cheek against his cg’s, chirping quietly

— although, boothill would totally have heating + cooling functions, so on colder or hotter days it’s easier to cuddle up close to him ( ◜𖥦◝ )

𖤓 — most of sunday’s actual little gear is from boothill, whether or not everything was paid for is its own thing

𖤓 — a lot of the time, boothill has to help sunday get into littlespace ,, maybe he knows it’s been a while since the little’s regressed and he’s been swamped with work lately (OR he’s just come back from a mission if we’re talking about express sunday) so he coaxes him to take a bit of time for himself

— while sunday may be a little stubborn, he gives in very easily. they do not talk about this outside of littlespace

𖤓 — boothill sends him voice memos instead of voice-to-text when he’s away n sunday’s small <3 telling him about his day or old stories from his own childhood

— sunday rarely gets to respond to these, since he most of the time ends up falling asleep to them (っ◞‸◟c) he’s very guilty about it the next day

𖤓 — boothill helps him with self-care !! helping him bathe (the most he can, while trying to avoid any mechanical mishaps) and brushing his hair, assisting with his back wings & getting him all pampered for bed

𖤓 — boothill’s main way of getting sunday to listen is through bribery … especially with sweet treats!! he keeps some on-hand whenever he sees him

𖤓 — sunday helped boothill learn some sign language when he wasn’t regressed, since it’s not rare for him to slip into babyspace; lots of bonding time ( ¤̴̶̷̤́ ‧̫̮ ¤̴̶̷̤�� )

[“DNI with this post if your blog is: NSFW, transandrophobic, anti-xeno, pro-israel, proship, basic DNI”]

hopefully this is okay !!!! been very busy with school stuff )cough drama) so this is definitely quite rushed ;-;