#ANYWAYS this is indulgent af and no one cares but I care and I need to get more chatty and start like...

[aesfocus]

So I am trying to just... stick to a playthrough with BG3. But I'm struggling with any character that isn't Tav'lea. I love Miracle, don't get me wrong! But I just am feeling like going back to Tav'lea, who was my first idea, and I've remade her a few times.

And I did it again.

This is how she's looked for a long while;

Which I love, don't get me wrong but I want something new.

So this is how she looks now. Remaking her lets me also let go of the idk 60k+ words I've done of fanfic for her and take the story to newer places, tho who knows if I will ever finish/publish it.

This means she gets to be weirder, and a bit more mmm abrasive? Miracle is just pure nice and I kinda want someone a bit nastier at times.

I keep thinking I'll go back to the green hair and antlers, but she isn't a fool, I think she'd likely look a bit closer to her grand-neice's looks when she visited Baldur's Gate(a night that became a nightmare) to try and not stand out much.

[etfrin]

The Reward — Coriolanus Snow ♡

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | pinv sex, mirror sex-ish if you squint, dub con if you squint, overstimulation if you squint, face riding, creampie, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), snow is his own warming, dom sub undertones, reader has ear piercings, degradation, hints of a toxic relationship, impact play (spanks your ass a few times), dumbfication if you squint, low-key soft! Snow in the beginning | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow! x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Coriolanus Snow gives you a reward by being gentle af and then by being a mean animal (kinda) dnsjsk🤭

⇢☾A/N: it's 3:00 am and i need to sleep, i thought about Snow taking off my heels after a gala and this was born <3

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Coriolanus Snow was a gentleman but he wasn't gentle. Perhaps this was an alternative universe, a fever dream but you couldn't believe what was happening right now in front of your eyes. Your pupils were in shock, your palms were sweating as you continued to take in the sight.

The sight of Snow being on his knees as he unclasps the belts of your uncomfortable heels. You swallow, “Coryo, you don't have to” but his head tilts up and his eyes are still his. Blue, cold, empty, and never ending like the ocean. A calmness washed over you, the look in his eyes proof enough that this was one of his many tricks to keep you satisfied and happy and you have to indulge him in it.

So you let him gently take off your shoes and set them aside. You await his further actions and let out a soft, small moan as his lips pressed to one of your knees. His mouth keeps pressing wet kisses up to your upper thigh, leaving behind a trail of his saliva on your skin.

This was a reward. Coriolanus was so proud of his pretty and smart wife today. You behaved accordingly in the gala tonight, letting him take the credit for your ideas. You understood your duties and that's why this is one of the few times Coryo will ever kneel for or be this gentle. It's a thank you he can't voice so he does it by his actions.

His lips find themselves kissing inside your inner thigh now, gently nipping the skin as you let out needy mewls. He could see the wet spot forming in your panties and felt the usual pride in his mind bloom. Only he could have you wet so easily and damn, if that didn't skyrocket his ego.

He kissed the wet spot, the juices now glistening onto his pink lips and he pulled back. You whimper as he does, and he wants to coo at you and tease you for being a greedy pet. But he doesn't, it's a reward after all.

He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead before his hand grabbed the box of make-up wipes. You still hadn't said a word, letting him do his thing. He gently wiped the makeup off your face, clearing you of the chemicals he hated but you had to apply them to stay in fashion.

His fingers then gently take off the earrings you had worn, and then one by one all the rings you had except the wedding ring of course. His touch had lingered during all of those actions, making your body heat up and your panties soaked. Soft sighs escape you as he continues to adore you in such a gentle manner. As if you're made of the most precious diamond but easily breakable without care.

That's what he might have thought of you. So damn important to his sanity but any action of yours can damn him to hell. A risk, a liability to everything he has. But in his mind, you're worth it all and he has done every single scenario where things can go wrong, so many sleepless nights dedicated to these thoughts.

Snow lands on top.

Nothing you can do can mess him up, nothing. He makes sure of it with his every living breath. It's the reason he can spoil you like this, be a deserving man to his wife otherwise Coriolanus Snow is a monster (and you know that and accept him anyway).

He unzips your dress, his lips now pressing a heated kiss to your nape as his fingertips trace your bare skin. His touch was cold as ice, the heat of your body cooling down to his touch. It gave you relief momentarily but it was clear that you wanted more. The whimper that left your mind as he unclasped your bra was enough proof of that.

With your breasts set free from their confines, Corio’s hands begin to knead your soft tits. His eyes look into the mirror as he watches himself message your soft breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples making the sensitive pebbles hard. He rolls the buds, playing with them until you moan, your body flushing with lust in your veins. You begin to rub your thighs, getting desperate for any sort of friction but you force yourself to stop as he tsks near your ear.

“Don't, doll,” he whispered as one of his hands began the journey of going down on your body, the heat of his palm onto your tummy and then so close to your clothed pussy. “Spread,” he commands and you follow without embarrassment or hesitation.

Your soaked panties come into your view through the mirror and you want to look away from the shyness you still had but didn't. Instead, a whine escapes your lips that makes Coriolanus chuckle. “Such a needy pet. I will take care of you, darling. No need to worry.”

You moan as he refers to you as darling for the first time. Your cunt clenching desperately around nothing as your mind gets dizzy. There was something about how he had said it. Soft and warm, his voice dipping a bit lower as he pronounced the letters and it was tinged with a feeling he wouldn't associate himself with.

Love.

You whimper, “Please” and he hushes you as his fingers snap the band of your panties before he dips a single finger onto your wet folds. He smirks, his face looking into the mirror to gaze into your glazed eyes. “Pathetic,” he muttered and you didn't bother to take offense, his words turning you on as much as his finger circling on your clit was.

A broken moan escapes as his fingers decide to pinch the sensitive nub, and he coats his fingers with your juices. A string of sticky white cream on his digits as he takes his hand out of your panties and places his covered fingers inside the wet carven of his mouth. He expertly sucks clean of his fingers, popping them out of his mouth with an obscene sound.

He smirks to himself as he relishes the taste of you. His. Just his you were. He leaves you there, alone on the chair as he walks to the bed. He wasn't wearing anything except for his pants. His suit and shirt were taken off earlier.

You waited for his further command as he got himself comfortable on the bed. “Come here,” he said and you listen. You take off your wet panties and let them stay ruined on the floor as you practically crawl to Coryo. You straddle him and wait some more.

He doesn't say anything, his face blank but his sky-blue eyes heated. His hands were on your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there, making sure to grip you tight enough to mark you.

His tongue comes out to wet his rather dried lips. Your breath hitches as you see it and the sight of you being so affected by such a simple action made him feel like a. . . Lord.

He doesn't say anything, but did he need to? You knew him all too well, so you don't question yourself as you begin to move. The new position had you gripping the headboard while his hands shamelessly groped your ass, even occasionally giving small sharp slaps onto the flesh, making it red. It was simply another way of marking you.

Meanwhile, your eyes were closed, your mind forgetting about the existence of reality as his hot breath hit your glistening folds and made you quiver. “Go ahead,” he permits you.

Not even a second later, you begin to ride his face. He groans as his lips meet with your cunt. His tongue begins with broad, messy strokes of your pussy, gathering as much as your juices possible. All the while your eyes roll back and you moan. A sharp slap on the flesh of your ass has you grinding yourself onto his face. His nose nudged your sensitive, swollen clit perfectly as his tongue continued to swirl and flick around your cunt with calculated broad strokes that made you whine his name.

Soon his mouth finds your clit and begins to relentlessly suck your bundle of nerves. You cry out, pleading that this is too much and you can't- can't take it! But your begging was unheard and your pleas turned into louder moans, whimpers for pleas, and more. His sucking gets harsher and the overstimulation makes your mind reel. The warmth that was gathering in your lower body begins to spread all over, turning your bones to jelly and your mind to nothing as you cum onto his face. The rolls of your hips slowly as he continues to lap at all the cream released and your pussy keeps on spasming.

Your mind wanted more so you decided to take more. You had understood this was a reward for being good. So you can be a bit bad for now. So despite his grunt of displeasure as you get off his face, you quickly find yourself getting rid of his remaining clothes.

His cock was hard, the red tip angry and gleaming with pre-cum that coated most of his length. The sight had you salivating. Coryo knew you were nothing more than a cockdrunk slut and he called you that, you feel yourself glow from his words, not finding the word even a little bit degrading.

“I love you,” you mumbled as you lowered yourself onto his cock with a wanton moan echoing through the room. He groans, “Fuck yourself good, pet. You're in charge of your pleasure tonight. Go ahead, dove.”

“Yes, Coryo,” you whine as you feel yourself full of his cock. You felt yourself squeezing his thick length, a gasp escaping you as you tried to get used to his cock without being prepped. A groan could be heard as he felt his dick getting squeezed by your wet, tight cunt.

He wants to fuck into you and he almost does. But Coriolanus Snow was a gentleman and a gentleman kept his word. Especially when he can see his wife looking so fucking pretty being fucked out from his cock merely twitching inside her walls.

“Begin,” he demands, his voice haughty and filled with lust but you weren't ready. However, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You begin to rock your hips, slowly at first, you let yourself savor the action of his cock grinding against every hidden pleasure spot inside of your cunt. You moan as your pussy takes his cock deeper until his tip is pressed right against your g-spot making you see stars. You begin to grind back and forth so he keeps hitting that spot, you begin to sweat, your thighs clenching, and you couldn't keep focus as pleasure feels your every vein and his cock making you dumb. Simple actions seemed impossible to you and you wanted to beg him to take over, to make you cum again and again until you were broken.

He was unaware of your turmoil, his eyes onto the sight where his cock meets with your cunt, the combined fluid of his pre-cum and your slick dripping down onto his skin. The sight was filthy and he loved it. He clenched his jaw, trying so hard to be a patient gentleman to his wife.

He treated this like a test against himself because he knew what you did to his self-control. You aren't going to win this, he's not going to let go. He will not fuck into you like an animal, he refused to.

But was it losing when you were out of it like this? As if you were truly nothing but a dumb slut who just needs to cum. He decided that this wasn't a loss, but a win. He was doing you a favor when his hips began to snap upwards, his cock thrusting inside of you faster than the pace you had set. It was a pity that he felt so that's why he went back to his words. He was in control of your pleasure and he always will be. Self-control had nothing to do with it, he told himself.

You scream out in pleasure as several spanks are delivered onto your ass, turning the flesh red. It was clear that you liked the sting because of how tightly your pussy suffocated his dick after each slap. ‘Fucking whore of a wife’, he thought. He doesn't voice his thoughts but merely grins at the sight of tears filling your eyes. His dick twitched, an indication of being close.

However, he had to make you cum on his cock first. His hips begin to rut in faster into you, his hands holding you down as he thrusts in faster and harder. His dick kissing all of your hidden spots you didn't even know existed, his cock was perfect.

All you could do was take and take the reward he was giving you. Tears of satisfaction fell down your cheeks and it nourished his pride. You begin to ramble as you get closer to the edge. You ramble about how perfect he is, how much you love him, and fuck you can't think- you can't think. He is perfect, perfect, perfect.

Each of your praises makes him fuck you harder, deeper, a thrust so deep that his cockhead kissed your cervix making you gasp from a hint of pain and a hundredfold of pleasure. You begin to cum, and he shallowly thrusts into your cunt as you ride out your high. Your pussy spasms continuously around his cock as you cry out from being overwhelmed.

“That's a good girl,” he coos at you, “that's my girl.” You whine, your mind unable to process his words. You couldn't even sit up anymore, your body falling onto his. He wraps his arms around you, caging you to him. “My perfect wife,” he whispered as he continues to fuck into you despite your protests of being too much.

He doesn't listen to your pleas, his reward for you ultimately was his cum. Now he can't stop until he finds release himself, otherwise, how would you get your gift, right?

So he continues and it doesn't take more than a few minutes to fuck his thick, hot load into your womb. You whimper as his cock slips out and sighs in relief. You were in his arms and will be so for the rest of the night.

Coriolanus Snow wondered briefly if you liked your reward if not, well you have full access to his credit cards.

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[pretty-little-mind33]

NSFW ALPHABET

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

ask: hiii may i ask for a nsfw alphabet with pietro maximoff if you havent done that one yet? i really loved your fics with him hagwhahw i’ve been searching like crazy for pietro maximoff fanfics and there are only a few.. but anyways, have a nice day also hehe

~ we need more pietro content fr! i gotchu babes 🩵 ~

mature content warning

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He is such a sweetheart when it comes to aftercare! He wants to make sure he's taking care of his girl! Making sure you're cared for and feeling safe with him, which means running a bath, peppering kisses all over your sore skin, braiding/combing your hair, cleaning you up and cuddling with you until you're asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Pietro loves his legs. This isn't necessarily sexual but more because he runs with his legs and he likes his super speed. He also likes his hands because of what he can do with them 😄 For you? He loves every inch of you but he does have a soft spot for your thighs. God, he loves feeling your thighs under his hands, or having them wrapped around his waist/head/wherever he can have them!

(on another note in my mind he's a boob guy 😏 loves boobs. Any boobs, no matter the size and shape he's all over them)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Pietro likes when he can come inside you because it makes him feel like he owns you—he has a possessive streak. He also loves fingering you because that means he can lick your come from his fingers and taste you on his tongue. He's feral for the way you taste.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He often masturbate to selfies/pictures you send of yourself—dirty ones or normal ones it doesn't matter—he needs you and he'll masturbate to your picture alone. Yes, he'll feel a little ashamed but he'll do it anyways because he's extra horny.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

Super experienced. Man whore. Had fun when he was single, who can blame him? He's sexy af 😩He's done almost everything under the sun and if he hasn't? He's willing to try. (Obviously he's a loyal guy now that he's with you, but as I said…man whore).

F = Favorite position (👀)

Lives for a riding but doesn't like reverse cowgirl because he loves to see you and see your tits bounce as you do. Makes his feral! His second favorite would be good old missionary because you can't go wrong with a good classic!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pietro likes jokes, he likes having fun. He's goofy so he'll joke around during sex but if you like it serious, he'll only be serious. If you like the laughs and giggles, he'll indulge you without question. He just wants you to be happy!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like he's all natural lol…he's is good with hygiene though! No worries there! And I mean I think his silver hair is dyed so it's assuming his pubic hair isn't silver lmao! I feel like he'd somehow dye it for fun (idk how good that is for the goods though or if that burns)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic but he prefers being a little more rough with you during sex. He isn't like bdsm rough but he likes letting go and using you. However, as said, his aftercare is absolutely banger and he's usually romantic then.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As mentioned he masturbates to pictures of you and overall he's just super horny. Constantly horny. He has a high sex drive so he masturbates a lot. He likes masturbating with you (so mutual masturbation or you giving him a handjob). He likes masturbating in the evening, it helps him fall asleep.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Pietro has a breeding kink 100%! Like okay, he also has an edging kink (if that's even a thing). He'll go slow with the thrusts. Slow and deep, making you feel it all, but not get quite enough to achieve anything more than becoming cock dumb.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes using the couch—any position on the couch lmao. Or he likes a bed, he's a classic at heart. He doesn't like car sex because he doesn't have any space, he gets antsy and he feels trapped.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do. Especially if it's with your mouth. If you lick your lips or bite your lips. Even simply show off some skin turns him on. Any touch when he's horny sets him on fire. He's surprisingly easy to rile up.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He wouldn't be into sharing. Like if you wanted a threesome it would take MONTHS and MONTHS of convincing him to let another man or woman be around you like that. He's a possessive guy and he loves you, he wants you all to himself! Plus, being a twin I bet he's kinda sick of sharing lol

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Obviously he likes when you give him head, I mean what man doesn't? But he likes eating you out more. He likes when you tremble and the sounds you make. And oh he's soo good at it. Sometimes when you guys have "sex", it's only foreplay because he exhausts you just from his mouth alone.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Pietro is fast, duh. He's fast but he's also controlled and he can go slow when he wants. He doesn't use his super speed obviously because that would break you and hurt you, but I like to think he can vibrate his cock like a vibrator lmaoooo (😩).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun for him. He likes to have them when you're both busy. His favorite place for a quickie is a bathroom (a clean one lol, only the best for his girl).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He def experiments and if you want to experiment, he definitely agrees and hears you out! While he doesn't like sharing, he likes the risk of having sex somewhere semi-public! He lives for the thrill and he doesn't mind if someone sees because he knows he can keep you safe so really, let the other assholes watch 😌

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has good stamina because of his powers! He can go for hours and hours but once he comes, he's done. Now, his stamina for foreplay is unmatched. He will never get tired of making his girl feel good!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pietro owns no toys for himself, but he uses your vibrator on you when you ask him. He doesn't feel emasculated, he knows it only enhances the pleasure he gives you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HUGE TEASE! Like he's constantly teasing you and making dirty jokes to turn you on! He likes edging you and especially overstimulating you because he can usually last longer than you. Whispers dirty things in your ear all the time and then teases you under the table at dinner (if yk yk)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Usually, he's quieter than most. He controls his breathing for running so he can do it very well during sex. However, you like the noises he makes so he is conscious of them and he has this whimper you LOVE. It's soft and yet throaty, basically it's perfect like he is. Sometimes, when he's going particularly hard, he'll grunt in your ear but that's mostly for show, not that you mind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Pietro calls you pet names in Sokovian when he's having sex. Hell, he'll use more Sokovian than usual (he usually uses English pet names like dove, sweet girl, my heart), but because his mind is so fuzzy and lust filled he just automatically transfers to his native language. It's hot.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's not small, but I don't think he's super big either. Like it never hurts! I'd give him a solid 7 and he's def a shower.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As high as possible. Constantly horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as aftercare is performed and you're all good, he's gone and sleeping like a baby. He spoons you (or you spoon him) and he sleeps all night, occasionally kissing your neck in his sleep.

[bloodplague]

Hi💕💕💕 Could you please make some general hc about toby like his habits and his routine please?

Send hugs ad kisses!

I also wanted to say that i love your content :)

Ticci Toby - Headcanons

AHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! And Ilysm for requesting that, seriously!! <333 and OF COURSE!

I'm trying to be as realistic & canon as possible with those headcanons, there's a lot to say about Toby anyway! :]

Headcanons:

Toby does not remember his past canonically, due to his amnesia. So, he is not a grumpy or constantly depressed person. He can be very talktive around people he likes due to his ADHD and mania episodes which both cause hyperactivity. (Bipolar contains mania)

Toby doesn't really care about people that aren't his fond ones. At all. He will only care about someone or at least show a tiny bit of interest if the person looks beautiful or seems interesting in any way. I think that because he once wanted to keep a woman alive who, in his words, looked beautiful. Of course he changed his mind after she pissed him off, but yes, he wanted to see if she deserved to live and gave her a chance.

He loves playing Mario Cart with BEN, as he finds a strange comfort in it. That is because he used to play Video games in his childhood with either his sister or the neighbor kid.

If he smokes, he starts violently coughing like an seizing camel.

He loves wearing sweatpants and turtlenecks when he's in the mansion. He doesn't usually change his clothes when he's going to bed and just sleeps in what he is wearing. For missions, he simply throws a hoodie over the turtleneck and puts on some jeans with a belt for his hatchets. Nothing super special. -- ((My AU has the Creepypasta mansion thing, yes. I at least have my own logical explanation for why and hhh so yeah,))

Toby forgets his things basically everywhere, no matter if it are his goggles, his mouthguard, his hatchets, etc... Mainly due to his amnesia, but also because of his schizophrenia. Schizophrenia causes disorganized speech and thoughts at times, so he might jump from topic to topic.

He doesn't really listen when people talk to him or at leasts struggles with it. It's hard to talk about something he cares about. If he doesn't care, he will simply not listen. IF he cares and tries to listen, he will get distracted super easily. After he asked a question, his attention might be gone already once you start speaking.

Toby is not rude but sassy. He's not praticularly mean to people but will get sassy when given the chance since he's a jerk.

His favorite animals are raccoons, owls, cheetahs and moths.

He has a weird obsession with fire. He loves committing arson.

Toby has a lot of damage in his room because he throws his hatchets at the figures he sees due to his schizophrenia.

Toby constantly wears his gloves or bandages to cover up the wounds on his hands. He only lets specific people like EJ check on his hands or Nurse Ann, so they can just roughly patch him up. Otherwhise, he keeps them hidden to not seem vulnerable.

This man has an EXTREME fear of abandonment. Once he gets close to someone, he will be clingy af, orrr suddenly cold af.

Toby doesn't get along with most people, usually sticking around Cody(X-Virus), Eyeless Jack and Kate. Those are his best friends.

His favorite artists are: Mother Mother, Get Scared, Insane Clown Posse, My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Three Days Grace, Radiohead, Salvia Palth, Linkin Park, Panic! At The Disco, Alex G, Crystal Castles, Mitski, The Neighbourhood, Coldplay, Mindless Self Indulgence, Melanie Martinez, Pastle Ghost and Billie Eilish.

When he finds dead animals like raccoons, he will pick them up and pet them, all fascinated. He might even hug and squeeze it to somehow get comfort from it. The comfort he didn't recieve and needs.

Toby can go from super confident to super insecure very fast.

Toby loves touching things to feel real. If he's feeling surreal, he will start touching things or taste things to feel real.

He struggles with sleeping, but once he actually is asleep, he usually has disturbing nightmares. As soon as Toby wakes up, he either remembers them and has a panic attack OR he will feel uncomfortable for a reason he can't recall and will avoid sleeping as much as possible.

He's emotionally detached, but tbh, he's a real INFP (Personality type).

Habits:

Honestly, he sometimes tries watching porn to feel something. Due to his mania episodes, he tends to be hypersexual. (Again, he's bipolar which causes mania, and mania can cause hypersexuality.)

Tobias keeps chewing the flesh around his fingers, biting the skin on hips lips and pulling on his hair.

When he's nervous, he will fidget with his hands or clothes a LOT, or keep something like a leaf in his hand so he can just play with it instead of harming himself.

If he's pissed, he starts grinding his teeth to focus on the noise and the feeling instead of the anger he's feeling.

Toby sometimes drinks alcohol to just go completely numb, even emotionally. He uses it to escape the pain he's feeling mentally, as soon as he gets his flashbacks.

Routine: His routine might be a little difficult to explain? But I'll try for sure! I hope I'm not getting the commission wrong, if I do, let me know and I will redo this!

When Toby wakes up, the first thing he does is check where he is. He usually skips breakfast or forgets it, but IF he doesn't forget it, he will just devour a toast or something simple like that. When he doesn't have a mission to do, he will just do the most random stuff like go for a walk, play video games, listen to music, etc. Toby doesn't have a specific routine, he just does what he feels like doing. One thing is sure tho: Toby listens to music every day. No matter how many songs, no matter what song. He must listen to at least one song to feel comfortable and connected to reality. Music gives him comfort and he enjoys listening to it, so he listens to music every day. Sometimes he even plays e-guitar! :] He won't do anything special other than killing, listening to music or talking to himself the whole day. As soon as the stars become visible, Toby goes outside to observe them, spending his time by thinking and having conversations with himself. He doesn't usually sleep anyway, so he spends a lot of time caught in his thoughts. Toby usually drinks a lot of energy drinks to not collapse, even tho his hyperactivity usually keeps him awake.

When this insomnaic finally decides to sleep, he places his hatchets somewhere where he can find them again. After making sure his weapons are on their place, he will just straight up jump into bed to pass out. Changing clothes, brushing his teeth or anything related to that isn't a thing Toby likes. I feel like sometimes Toby would plan on meeting people like Kate or Cody behind the mansion to drink a little and smoke, but bro would just straight up forget about it and go to bed like nothing is bothering his life, completely forgetting about the things he planned. Maybe he at least gets a peaceful sleep... or something.

Sorry if it's not THAT much, after finishing the habits and headcanons my brain just stopped working and had no clue what to continue with when it comes to routines. Again, thank you so much for requesting this!! <3

[senjuroprotectionsquad]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do an Akaza x fem!listener, having her first time (sexual) with him? And how it would go? He would most likely be gentle at first, but once she's used to the feeling, he just goes full feral mode on her!

Hope this ask isn't a bother! Hope you have a lovely day or night! :>

Akaza's First Time With You! (NSFW) Fem!Listener

Headcanons/Audio

(More audio's below ⬇️😏)

To say that it takes this man some convincing to get him into bed is an understatement.

Suuuper tough exterior but as soon as you mention sex? Flustered, quiet, turning the other direction so you won't see that hint of color rising on his cheeks. Scoffs and says "Don't say shit like that....you couldn't handle me anyway." and refuses to elaborate.

Loves you and cherishes you like a doll and that includes treating you like your made like one.

Your first with him is anything but planned, just some play fighting and suddenly he squeezes your wrist in his hand and just barely grazes his teeth on your jugular

His whole life he has went with out indulging in the desires and sin of sex, he's a demon, an upper rank, he doesn't need to satiate himself with anything other than training...

at least that's what he thought, right up until you made that noise

He's immediately kissing and nibbling whenever he can reach, his body moving on it's own

It gets to a point where you try and tug on those big genie pants of his and he's growling.

so it happens, in the middle of the forest, late at night with his pants pulled down just enough to spring his cock free while your clothes are completely shredded

He's excited, his teeth are clenched and you'd think he'd be panting if not for his stamina, cock in hand, stroking up and down while looking down at you like he wants to eat you.

you were sure it was going to be a rough ride because of his excitement, but right when it got to the actual sex part he stopped, like he was nervous

He gently pulls you forward and runs those big hands of his up your thighs and belly with a gentleness you didn't think he was capable of

Full eye contact and slowness when he put it in, he's studying you, your reactions, the way you feel around him.

He only gives you short, slow thrust at first, waits for those pretty noises to show up, waits for your legs to hook around his waist, wanting more.

and then?.....

then he's fucking you

Bruising hands on your hips, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs while he folds you in half and laughs

He moans and grunts his way to orgasm after orgasm, he cums quick and over and over but fills you up so good that your seeing stars by the time you two are done

3-4 rounds for your first time, 6-8 every time after that, demon stamina go crazy

He pushes you up against his solid chest and goes to town on you, his knees pinning your legs apart

he doesn't like pinning your hands so he keeps them at your sides, caging you in leaving your hands clinging to his bulky shoulders for leverage.

He rocks his hips hard into yours as he whines and groans out into your shoulder, cock making an absolute mess out of you

Groans and tries to go as deep as possible, he loves how you squeal for him

Possessive af, keeps growling out about "you're mine," or "no one else gets to see you like this"

Kisses you during it but it's messy and all teeth and tounge cause he's excited, it's his first time too, he fucks you like a horny teenager

when he's finally done and had given you plenty of orgasms he'll slam his hips in one more time and creampie you with a giddy laugh for the final time that night

Now, for aftercare you might have to be patient with his knuckleheaded-ness but he'll get the hang of it.

Your first time he completely forgets that's a thing and when he catches you staring he's just looking at you like "...what? Do you want more? 😏"

No you dumbass take care of me

He's a sweetheart tho

Hope you enjoyed! This was a process but i really want to make more interactive headcanons like this one, brings it more to life you know?

I love reading comments btw!

[mrstsung]

Hc time!

Shang tsung hcs

This is cary hiroyuki tagawa shang tsung. Mk11 and or 95 movie

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There are Things i feel shang tsung would totally do or is willing to do.,most definitely. However whether or not he acts upon said things. Is context sensitive and depends entirely upon the relationship between you n him.

*An example. Shang i hc,doesn't initiate hugs at first to strangers,he will accept them wholeheartedly if you initiate. But he wont outright hug you,if he doesn't know you. But if you're the type to hug people,he will indulge. Give him time. A least a couple of weeks to get the feel of your vibes soul .

Scenario example. You greet him for the first time. You bow,handshake,and even hug him. He won't initiate a hug. He bows first,then a handshake. As proper greeting. If you hug him he will oblige,but he won't be the first one to outright hug as a greeting. But over time,he may greet you that way.

Hugs and other close proximity forms of affection are kinda intimate. He won't say no per say. But he won't be the one to initiate them until he feels comfortable with you enough. How long is various,who knows with that man. A couple of weeks should be enough. But it could be a few days. Or a few years. Or a few seconds. Who tf knows with that man.

He is absolutely touch starved tho(you can't convince me otherwise). That's why he allows it. But he's awkward ok?*

Again shang tsung is context sensitive as a character. But that's what makes him fun af to write. Endless possibilities,but he has a formula,method to his "madness",etc.

But here is more random hcs of mine of shang tsung:

Shang tsung would totally shapeshift into other characters to try to "sway your opinion of them" to get you more interested in him,joining him,etc. Whether you actually fall for this is all depending on you.

Like i said with the initial reaction to physical affection. He won't say no. But he may be flustered a bit by it. But once the ice is broken so to speak,over a period of time. He will initiate. And oh boy,this man is grabby grabby hands.

Shang tsung loves to pepper his lover in kisses. Especially from Behind.

Shang tsung absolutely CAN'T STAND STAYING DIRTY. like kombat is kombat,blood is blood. And shit happens. And you're gonna be messy. He is no stranger to this. But staying that way? For days?! Hell no. He NEEDS to bathe at some point or another otherwise he'll be grumpy af and not happy at all. A day or two without it,fine but that's the most he will feel comfortable with. Other than that he will be a a foul mood till he showers.

Shang tsung absolutely loves spicy food,but a reasonable amount. Unlike a certain thundergod . His fave spicy meal is a pork or beef noodle soup. He tends to eat it on special occasions,like lunar year or during tournaments.

He lives on an island so most of his diet would consist of seafood,tropical fruits foreign and domestic,and light but flavorful meals. But heavier foods he tends to only eat like i said during special occasions or on occasion. His fave fruit btw is melon,pineapple,mangos and peaches. And coconut. But not just for food but for hair,body care,etc. Very versatile. So if you give him any gifts,fruit is such a simple and sweet gesture to him.

Shang tsung really likes watching you. Not in a creepy way. But in a "i admire you,like a peice of art" kinda way. Like looking at a beautiful sunset,like he genuinely loves watching you. He's a people watcher definitely. But you,he just admires. Both up close and afar.

Shang tsung if he likes you. Like Genuinely loves you,is interested in you or wants to pursue you. NOBODY,NOT EVEN THE GODS WILL STOP HIM! also a surefire way to know. Is he kinda becomes mother hen around you. He starts saying things like "take a coat dear,or you'll catch a cold" or "ugh,let me do that/get that for you. You'll hurt yourself" "ugh so helpless" then proceeds to do it anyways because he care. He may seem nagging to those that don't know. But that's because those that do (more likely raiden) will see that shit and go *poggers* . Another way you'd know is he lets you do things that require "in close proximity" like tending his hair,helping him bathe or put on his armor,making him tea and bringing it to him. Pouring his wine. He trusts you with his well being. So yeah....he likes you. He loves you. Otherwise you wouldn't even be allowed to breathe in his direction that close.

Shang has a slightly softer bed than most that he grew up with(this man is over 500yrs old. So he's old old school chinese. However i feel shang tsung even for his time was kind of a progressive man. So traditional yes but not a bigoted dick ok?). Shang tsung was spoiled by the soft and silk beds in outworld when he got to be able to sleep in them. He has to have a ton of pillows and blankets. But he still prefers a slightly firmer bed. More like a medium firmness perhaps. I see shang tsung overall loving luxurious things. Of course this was all earned from his fights from tournaments past,rewards from his service once as shao Kahn's courtly mage,and even stolen profits that kollector gave him as tribute to offer for both being a mole and to keep his head and soul in tact.

Shang tsung likes soft light ambiance while sleeping. Sometimes he'll have a soul lantern nearby. But if you dont feel comfortable with that. He'll make them something more soothing. Like butterflies or fireflies. And the sounds will be more pleasant. Or he can silence them if that's better. The ocean waves and natural nature that can be heard throughout the island is soothing enough.

I hc shang tsung just has a natural aura of both absolutely calming energy and absolutely terrifying energy. He can either make you feel in absolute danger but too scared to move. Or....he can lull you,calm you,soothe you,and put your mind at ease. If it's genuine,this works wonders if you have anxiety(like moi). If he isn't genuine,and it's a means to an end. All the more to spread his influence. However.....you're special....so it's not likely the latter unless you're an enemy. But you're his beloved...so count your blessings.

Speaking of which,if you're his beloved nobody in their right mind would harm you. Or their souls would be absolutely taken.

Also shang tsung could read me anything and I'd be happy. I feel most people agree. Also i hc he loves books and loves to read. He loves to sniff books. I know weird. But yeah. You ever smell a good book? Like an old book? Good shit right there.

Shang tsung smells like incense,old books and scrolls,and some other indescribable scent. Something that is sort of an aphrodisiac that is very enticing. What that is specifically depends entirely upon the individual. And it can change or vary depending on the person and if he wants it to be something gentle and inviting. Or something horrible and terrifying(he literally smells dangerous) or he will have a smell that will absolutely make you randy. Either way that man's natural cologne is intoxicating af. He doesn't really need any perfumes,those are for you my dear. Not him. Tho he may use them on occasion if he needs to feel...."cleaner" flesh pits,alchemy,and the trials of kombat are no joke honey.

I may write some more,maybe specific things. But for now enjoy.

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[phyrestartr]

So I'm not very good with analysis or anything so this isn't going to be the paragraphs-long message dissecting Divine Favour that I would love to write (I'm pretty burnt out right now) and it's not gonna be anything more than my surface level thoughts but I just need you to know how much I adored that first chapter.

You have me hooked - I need to know how the reader ended up in that coffin and why Sukuna reacted the way he did.

If Sukuna was the one to 'imprison' the reader then surely he would have reacted differently on seeing the coffin, but he only seemed to care after the coffin was opened. Is the reader even dead? Because by the sounds of it he hasn't rotted away. The fact that you pointed out how the kimono is too big is making me wonder if it's Sukuna's kimono, especially with the reader embroidering his kimonos. If so, that's an adorable detail.

I'm intrigued to know why the reader seems to be revered as some sort of deity, why his coffin was stolen away, and what sort of failsafe he's supposed to be? It seems to imply that the reader is supposed to stop Sukuna. How is the reader supposed to do that, and why do the Jujutsu sorcerers think we could, or would? Leading on from that, why did Gojo seem interested by the idea that Sukuna killed the reader?

The scripture being incomplete is interesting. It's trying to imply that we were 'imprisoned' by the 'disgraced one' (who is more than likely Sukuna) but I don't know how likely that is. He seems to be - perhaps not in love, that's the wrong word for it - very fond of the reader. Sukuna being jealous of the concubine who kissed him, lying down on his futon, and giving him his first proper kiss shows that he obviously does care for the reader, even if he does call him a 'pet' (I personally think he's just emotionally constipated). I adored the detail about the reader embroidering something for Uraume too, they never get enough love <3.

Anyway, as I said it's not really more than surface level thoughts and it's probably more of a ramble than any sort of perceptive analysis which the piece (and you) deserve, but I just had to get it out and tell you how much I already love this piece. I also read on another blog that writers like receiving comments, so I hope this is okay and not annoying you. If so, please feel free to ignore this haha.

Thank you for making my day with this writing, though!

BROOO THIS MADE MY DAY OMFG THANK YOU SO MUCH?? I'm glad all the plot hooks got your attention and had you wondering 👀 Ik I love me some mystery and points of interest in my self-indulgent stories beheheh

OFC I don't want to spoil anything HOWEVER reader's imprisonment is loosely related to canon events and the plan to resurrect Sukuna!! Kind of similar energy to how Uraume is still up and kicking and has been waiting for their homie to return

YES he's definitely emotionally constipated. Not necessarily emotionally stupid, he just is like "nah. that's not right" and his sheer will lets him push aside any feelings he doesn't like LOL

I LOVE URAUME AND THUS READER LOVES URAUME AND IN TURN URAUME IS CHILL AF WITH READER (pun intended)

There will definitely be more explanation as to reader's status coming up in future bits!! They are kind of considered to be Sukuna's "light" as Uraume is considered his "shadow"

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, THIS IS LIKE?? THIS IS INSANE, I AM SO FCKING STOKED TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND TO SEE WHAT YOU CAUGHT ONTO WITH THE PLOT HOOKS LIKE ASKJD;FWIOEJ I absolutely LOVE comments (I am just slow to reply lol) so absolutely no bother, I'm humbled you took the time to write an analysis and share your ideas!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN IM CRNHYING

[dootznbootz]

Edit: I wrote this before the boops AND I had some raspberries. So peace and love y'all. still feel like this should be posted at least for a LITTLE bit before I possibly delete it. :P

Fuck it. I am genuinely really upset that out of all my self-indulgent ideas, this is the one people get the most worked up about. After I posted this one, that's when I started getting shit and still get "corrected" with asks. You don't have to agree but you can also leave and not say a word.

We all know that sexualities were not a thing back then and it did not matter. So why do I see posts that say "Helen is a lesbian!", "Bi-omedes", "Achilles is gay. Period." posts and that's completely fine (It is! As long as it's a headcanon! which is what I'm doing as well!) but as soon as I talk about writing and headcanoning (again, not historically accurate) odypen as aspec coded, I get shit?

How is being aspec "disrespectful"? What's disrespectful about being aspec? It almost feels like it's treading on Aphobia, especially if you're a hypocrite who headcanons sexualities on them when, again, we all know that wasn't a thing! Why is everything but aspec allowed as a headcanon?

I know monogamy was not the norm. I'm literally writing Odysseus being seen as a weird dude because of this. He just genuinely doesn't have any "need" until Penelope. And as mentioned above, the boar scar makes most leave him alone as well.

And those around him do have other relations and it's not gonna be portrayed as a bad thing, just that Odysseus and Penelope don't partake as they don't have that "need". Odypen aren't "the good guys" because of this. They're just built different. Not bad. Not good. But different. Agamemnon, for example, has many lovers. But his relationships are not seen as "less loving" and he isn't a "cheater" because it wasn't considered cheating at the time. He's just a guy who just happens to have sex and is allo. (not gonna lie, it's really nice writing an aspec character whose friends are like "I don't get it, but that's okay. You're still my friend. I care about you. I'm not gonna pressure you." they're a bit sad because they find him hot but still respect him. (Probably did not happen as it doesn't always happen now either so let me create a fictional world where it does) and even help Odysseus out with advice with Penelope.) Heck, Agamemnon gets to make fun of Odysseus for his past "high and mighty attitude" about it all when he finally becomes a mess about Penelope before being his wingman.

Pre-Penelope Odysseus: "While you all turn into bumbling fools at beautiful people, my mind is still sharp!" Agamemnon 😒: "...Whatever, man. Anyways~, do the funny thing again, Goat boy." Later~ After-Penelope Odysseus: Why are you so mean to me?😭 You know I'm freaking out! I thought you said you would help me! Agamemnon: I still will. I just want payback at the same time. 😈 "Bumbling fool".

Agamemnon (and Menelaus, but not as much) gets a treat when they get to make fun of him. (Odysseus and Penelope get humbled a lot. like I said. As they were stupid. I cannot stress enough how this is not nice to do but hubris is their flaw so it felt in character for them to be somewhat arrogant about it only to ofc, receive their just deserts in how they fall stupid in love and are "bumbling fools" now.)

Just because he doesn't have concubines doesn't mean he doesn't have slaves or is like "No! To have a concubine is wrong!" to others. He doesn't care. He just literally doesn't have those feelings except for Penelope. (She's hot af, okay? I'm living vicariously through these two con-artists)

I mean I literally have him like this. He's still not NICE. Aspec, but not nice.

And honestly, as someone who's gone through trauma similar to Odysseus, it feels nice healing through him as well. Writing and planning how his PTSD takes place, him getting better and healing with his family at his side. It feels good. He's horrible but The Odyssey really hit me with a lot of emotions in how it portrays PTSD realistically.

That one post was about the "whimsey" but honestly the feelings all stem from just... idk semi-aphobic hypocrites. I would almost prefer to get shit about Water Wife because I know it's ridiculous and I don't care that it is than get shit about asexuality. Because out of all my silly ideas, that's the one you go for the throat for?

Idk, I was there during the first wave of Aphobia on tumblr in 2016 and it wasn't fun when I got ASKS or posts from a different fandom about it. (Apparently, because an anime had fanservice, that meant the characters couldn't be aspec in fanfic😒) I'm upset it's happening again in a different way. I'm older now, I'm not leaving tumblr or going to stop writing because of it, but holy shit. honestly, I just wanted to release this as that's what's genuinely been hurting the most. I roll my eyes at the people being bitter about "waiting for proteus" (which, btw, I love the folks who join in the sealiness🦭) but simply disagree and leave if you don't like headcanons.

Stop vaguing me. Stop sending rude "informative" asks. I'm tossing aphobes into the wine-dark sea.

probably will delete this later or private it but yeahhhhhhhhh.

Aspec Penelope and Odysseus mean a lot to me and I want to ramble about it as it makes me really happy 🥺

If you don't like, don't read! Someone being aspec or sex-repulsed or sex-neutral is not insulting allos or people who are sexually active!!! And even then, some aspecs ARE sexually active just like these two end up being! This is all headcanon and any aphobes will be yeeted into the wine-dark sea. (semi-inspired by epic the musical but also...not.)

Aspec Odypen!

Both are aspec, demisexual specifically and are just like that. While they ARE Athena's pets, she didn't "make them ace". (It may have influenced why she's fascinated by them alongside their cleverness)

Both have situations that make it somewhat different in how they experience it though. I'll have what they both experience first. (Kind of just explaining what it feels like being aspec in a way, except they're shittier about it) Then Penelope as her's needs less explanation. For once in my life, Penelope isn't the one with the most stuff on her 😭

"Oh that person's very strong! Impressive! Oh, wait, is this supposed to be sexual? ...hm...Alright, I guess."

"Alright, I posed this way and looked at them like this and they seemed more open to this idea. Taking note for manipulation..."

"Goddamnit, I don't want you, I want all that silver 😩"

*sees what takes place during certain events (Symposium-esque event)* "...Yeah, I'm not doing that."

Both are pretty in their own way and use that to their advantage to get the things they want. Both get almost weirdly offended when outwardly flirted with and/or propositioned. Kind of sex repulsed (that changes when with each other but before they never really even think about it as..."What is everyone talking about? What do you mean "needs"?")

Friends? Absolutely!!! Not knowing someone but getting to know them eventually? Yeah! But the idea of only wanting to date or have sex because of appearances genuinely perplexes them both. Also, they weirdly test people and are just straight up weird and picky.

"How stupid and naive can you be to wish to court someone you know so little about? A stranger? I look pretty only to get what I want and that's not you... Yeah, we definitely won't work out. I'm going to rob you to teach you a lesson in how looks can be deceiving. I'm pretty but I'm also shitty."

"...You want to do what?! ...uh, okay... You know, what? >:) I know a place. Yeah, us naiads use it. Yep, just around here. Yes! The water is perfectly safe! Don't worry about the leeches! They're harmless! Completely normal leeches" *Steals their clothes and jewelry and leaves them to the very not-normal leeches.* What? It's not like they died!!! They shouldn't have been so stupid to trust me knowing nothing about me!"

Both also have hubris as their flaw so they also have a very shitty superiority complex about this. Fellow aspecs, don't do this!!! It's not nice!!! These two are both mean and nice and this is one of the ways they're mean. Very "While you were out doing whatever, I studied the blade" bullshit. Also, a "Me being unaffected by beauty makes me better at manipulating. Look at how stupid they get when I look all pretty, Athena. I absolutely made them believe that that was a fair deal!!!" Athena kind of encourages this behavior

Meeting each other is a very humbling experience for them both. They both actually learn that there's nothing wrong with being vulnerable with people, just because THEY'RE likely to mess with you doesn't mean EVERYONE is.

Onto Penelope Specifics

For one thing, Penelope is used to people immediately going nuts over Helen and she doesn't mind having less of the attention. As mentioned before, doesn't happen often but when people wish to possibly date, she tests, then sees "okay, I don't see this happening. I'm going to fuck with you now". She'll also just start doing weird shit in a "you think you can handle me?" way.

Thankfully, Icarius and Periboea are chill AND somewhat overprotective so the footrace usually goes in her favor of "I do not like them." Until Odysseus but you know. She just sees she won't click with most people.

Icarius and Periboea have a pretty happy marriage and she thinks that's sweet. One of her siblings doesn't have a happy marriage sadly and that's a big thing later on but she sees Helen and Menelaus with their childhood sweetheart thing going on and the other nymphs and thinks "Guess that won't be happening for me...I can be a fun river auntie." As she's kind of planning to be dedicated to the rivers fully if she can.

She also was there when Helen got kidnapped by Theseus :'D That does affect her.

Her actually testing him the same way he does when they first meet is part of the reason he falls for her so hard. "You do the same shit I do. Not only that but you were actually able to trick me! Wait, that broach, are you also one of Athena's pets?! And now we're scuttling about the castle basically entirely intuned to exactly what we're gonna do?! Oh, gods, that was so fun! Ugh, be my WIFE! 🥴 Wait, no! Sorry I scared/lied/overwhelmed you! Please give me a chance"

Her not getting a lot of genuine romantic attention has influenced her a little bit though.

She's genuinely pretty but it's in an unconventional way (sharp teeth, weird eyes, "Born in a Creek", etc.) So while at first on Ithaca, she was considered very strange, as naiad ties get better with her influence and people get more used to her, it's a "Oh, shit, she IS pretty." Also, she aged like wine. Why the suitors wanted her (also yeah, "I want to be king") and why she just didn't want them. Ofc, she wants Odysseus but she's also just someone who is usually unimpressed. (as Odysseus is as well.)

Odysseus Specifics

Very much a hopeful romantic. His mom and dad have a very loving marriage, (I want to write a thing on their love story), and knowing how his dad never took a concubine (It literally says he doesn't in the Odyssey). He wants what they have.

"Being with someone who you can be your complete self with, show all the good and the bad to and still loving each other despite it all. That's love."

As someone who is a person of many twists and turns, he desperately wants to find someone to show ALL his sides to.

So first up we have the fact that he blames the fact that he's never felt sexual attraction on the boar scar injury. (Boar Scar Idea Stuff Here) It's easier that way as he doesn't necessarily want to think about himself as being different.

Ancient Greece was fine with Nudity but he, being quite ripped up and "not all there" by the boar, isn't really comfortable with it. People often stare and him, being hotheaded, he's like "What are you looking at? I'll kick your ass!". It's kind of a convenience though because it also makes people leave him alone.

He's had "one relationship" but it was basically just a kiss. He had a one-week romance with Diomedes that ended badly and that's why he's mean to him in the Iliad. They're "exes" and Odysseus holds GRUDGES. (Go into that further here)

Then OdyPen meets each other. >:D

Clarifying this as I know I talk about it a lot with how "Odysseus was in love at first sight" and... YEAH. but also not. It's more of a "This is the fucking best and I KNOW that we'd be incredible together." He chills out a bit as he got that ADHD (they both do) and was all up in his emotions. Other folks with ADHD know when you get too excited and just...become a LOT. It was that. He calmed down a bit and realized he WAS overwhelming her, STILL wants to marry her but isn't in love yet as they JUST MET. And they finally get to know each other more and then he actually falls in love.

Penelope was always somewhat intrigued by him but it was only when he chilled out a bit and let her lay the ground rules of them getting to know each other. And she was in deep denial, then she was hit by a truck when she couldn't deny it any longer.

During the War

He doesn't have any listed concubines (Hecuba was an old woman in her 60s-70s...Be reasonable.) and even in the Iliad, he thinks of Penelope often. And when offered, he threatens or just is passive-aggressive, and eventually people understand that "I wouldn't do that if I were you. He'll probably stab you."

Odypen already give Aspec vibes in the Odyssey but hearing "Man of the House" with Epic and that "She's who I saved my virginity for" was like an "YES! ASPEC!" and yeh :D He wasn't technically "saving it for her", he just never wanted it til Penelope.

Alongside "Done For" a lil bit!

"...I'm not sure I follow... What do you mean by lust? Penelope's not here...oh no..."

Idk makes me happy to write them aspec! 🥺

[berberriescorner]

"Keep Me Posted"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Oh, you know, just Rio being an attentive, caring, flirty, and nurturing boyfriend😍. 

Warnings: The reader has a chronic illness. There are brief descriptions of what it’s like dealing with an autoimmune disease. If you have knowledge of or can relate to the topic it may or may not make you a little sad. Being the emotional ass gangsta I am, a thug tear was definitely shed in the making of this😆.

Word Count: 900+.

Personal Note: This drabble (not even sure what to call it) is very near and dear to me. Yes, it’s self-indulgent AF, but I had a disappointing doctor’s visit earlier this week😔 (which inspired me to put my feelings into my writing). I figured why not write something for not only myself but other beautiful readers who deal with the struggles of having a chronic illness? Even if you don’t personally know what it’s like, I hope you still read it and enjoy the fluffiness that Rio’s dishing.

Your bedroom was pitch black as light snores fell from your overtired body. Upset by the day's events, you had raced home to shower and fall into bed as soon as possible. Your boyfriend Rio had been pretty busy that day as well. He had still managed to take the time to shoot you a few texts. The usual: did you eat, mama? How was your day? Ending it with an, “I’ll be late. Don’t wait up. Get some rest. I love you, mama.” You had taken the time to answer each question thoroughly, giving him a quick rundown of your stressful day. Rio (a man of very few words) had simply texted his apologies for your long day. He suggested you go home, take a nice hot bath and pamper yourself. You did exactly that and went to bed not long afterward. 

You had been asleep for some hours, but the brightness of your phone screen awakened you. Blinking away the blurriness in your vision, you rolled yourself to the edge of the bed. Eyes focused on the screen as a sleepy grin danced across your face. Sitting up, your back pressed against the headboard. With the swipe of your finger, you accepted the incoming call.

“Hi, papa. It’s so late, and the bed’s cold without you. When are you coming home, my love?”

“I’ma be home in an hour or so, mama. Sorry to wake you, but I just wanted to know if you ate. I could bring you a late-night snack if you didn’t.”

“I had a little something. I’ll take a snack so long as it’s you.”

“Come on, ma. Don’t start something you can’t finish. Bet once I get there, you’ll be out like a light. You need rest anyway, darlin’. Sleep, I’ll be home soon to take care of you.”

Rio’s assumption was correct. Not long after ending the conversation, you were fast asleep. Your body was fighting against you at every turn. Two hours later, you felt the bed shift. The intoxicating scent of your boyfriend's cologne penetrated the air. Rio sat on the side of your bed, staring at you with love in his eyes. Your eyes remained shut as you felt his hand reach out. His digits pushed a few strands of hair out of your beautiful face. He continued to gaze at you with longing. There was also a hint of worry that played upon his features. His mind drifted back to the sadness in your messages from earlier. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt you stir a bit. Your eyes fluttered open as you groggily smiled up at him.

“Hey, baby.”

“How you doin’, mama? Are you feeling any better?”

“About the same,” you frowned.

“You still upset about your appointment earlier today?”

“Yes, I just hate feeling like this. It’s one thing dealing with lupus, but the last three appointments have revealed the same issues. My anemia is only getting worse, and nobody can seem to pinpoint the exact reason for it. Pills never work, and the iron infusions are doing next to nothing. I’m just so tired all the time. It’s starting to take a toll on me mentally. The depression is starting to creep in, and I feel like I’m drowning.”

“Why did you wait all this time to tell me what was going on, mama? I’m going to have to start accompanying you on your visits again. I can’t have you holding out on me. Thought you loved me, girl,” he teased.

“Boy, stop! Love you for life, papa. You’re dealing with the stress of business and trying to get to the bag. I didn’t want to add to that stress. You get anxious anytime I’m having a rough time, and I need you focused out in these streets, babe. I can take care of myself, I promise.”

“With all due respect, darlin’. I’ll decide if I can handle it. I assure you I can. Let me take care of you, mama. You ain’t gotta deal with this all on your own. Anytime you need me, just say the word, mama.”

Your eyes had started to water, and Rio cupped your chin.

“Now, what’s all this? Why are you crying, baby?”

“Why you gotta be so damn sweet? You do such a wonderful job at keeping me grounded. Thanks for always reminding me how much you care. I love you, papa.”

“Love you with everything in me, darlin’.” He kissed your lips gently. “You’ll be straight, mama. I’ll help you weather any storm that comes your way.” He wiped away any residual tears from your face. “You good, mama? Did you take your nighttime medications?” With a nod of your head, a yawn fell from your lips, “I’ma go hop in the shower. You lay that pretty little head down and get some more sleep,” he said, kissing your lips.

“Will you come to bed and spoon me when you get out?”

“You know I got you my baby. Now sleep,” he instructed, laying a kiss on your forehead. Rio pulled the covers over you and adjusted the pillows. 

After a quick hot shower, he finished up in the bathroom. He slid into bed, taking a moment to turn his phone on silent. Gently wrapping his arms around your body, he pulled you against him. Rio’s lips made contact with the back of your head. You stirred a bit as your body molded into his. Seconds later, your cute little snores resumed. Rio let out a light chuckle at the sound of the snoring. “Love you with everything in me. Goodnight, mama,” he whispered. He was caught off guard as your sleepy voice mumbled, “Love you endlessly. Night, papa,” you replied, falling back to sleep instantly. Rio’s handsome smirk played upon his features as he rubbed circles into your smooth, silky thigh until he joined you in a good night's rest.

I hope that you enjoyed it, my lovelies! It for sure did its job lifting my spirits while writing it🥹♥️. I have something similar in the works for Chris Evans. “Keep Me Posted” will be turned into a series of drabbles called “Daily Struggles”(shoutout to my twinnie @nightlywords7 for coming up with the series title💓). Comments and reblogs would be greatly appreciated.

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Hi could we please get a really angsty fic with nikolai (with a happy ending pls) where reader and he has had a fight so they maintain the facade on the outside bc they're royals but in private it's just ignoring each other/angst?

Young Royals

A/N: ahh, this is angsty alright but it seems I'm only capable of writing hurt/comfort lately. This took a life of its own and it's long af but I hope you like it anyway x

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, fighting, hurt/comfort, Nikolai is a bit absent, you're a bit jealous of his relationship with Zoya

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"Do not put words into my mouth, Nikolai."

"Please, you already have so many, my love," he scoffed and the use of the term of endearment hurt the most.

"You're making me sound like a brat while I'm providing you with a viable solution," you insisted with a flare of your hands, frustrated by his unwillingness to listen to you.

"No, you're not. What you're doing is being childish."

"I'm your queen, Nikolai. I'm only asking to be more involved."

"You're my wife, y/n, and you know nothing about politics or running a country." He retired, putting emphasis on wife. This felt a lot like being put into place. And the fact that it was your husband doing so, hurt. It was also the most you had seen him this week.

"Neither did Zoya, nor Genya or anyone who's currently running the country."

"That's different and you know it."

"Only because you're making it so," you exclaimed finally exploding. His despondency got on your nerves and this conversation was going nowhere anyway.

Surprised by your raise of voice, Nikolai stood before you just blinking at you.

Sighing, you took a step toward him, holding your hands up, "look, you're right, I don't know about running a country but teach me. I'm not stupid, I'll pick it up."

"Why are you insisting so much? You've never shown any interest in politics before." He gave you a puzzled look like he didn't really believe your intentions.

"I've never wanted to be queen before." before meeting you.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled mirthlessly, "I put you in this situation and now you're taking your revenge."

To insinuate that your marriage with him was you "being put into a situation" rather than a consensual decision you had made out of love was absurd.

Nikolai was right. You had never cared about politics or diplomacy before meeting him. You were a soldier. There was no reason for you to meddle with something that didn't concern you.

But now you were queen and you felt a responsibility towards your people. You wanted to help but so far, Nikolai hadn't allowed you to take part in any meetings. He said that anyone who needed to be there was already involved. What he didn't tell you was that while Grisha made excellent soldiers and even good councillors, one of them being a royal was a very different matter.

He had indulged his love for you by marrying you. You were his vice and he simply couldn't accept the idea of being without you anymore. He had married you, consequently making you queen, going against what his advisors told him.

While he ignored his warnings he was painfully aware, however, how difficult it was going to be for a Grisha on the throne. It was the first time something liked this had ever happened and unfortunately, the country was filled with people who resented Grisha for their powers.

Nikolai feared that the people were never going to accept you. Hence why he'd been keeping you secluded in the palace.

To be fair, you were doing a wonderful job. Like he had pointed out, you were not accustomed to politics but you made up for that with empathy and kindness. You started to interest yourself with the problem of poverty and lack of provisions for some parts of the country.

And while no one was aware of it, Nikolai often turned to you for military strategy. You were an apt soldier and had fought bravely alongside him and everyone else in the battle of the Fold. You were the very reason why he was still alive, to be honest.

While this arrangement worked for the first months of your reign, it was starting to feel an inadequate effort. You needed to do more, you wanted to do more. You didn't expect Nikolai to oppose it so vehemently.

"If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be, Nikolai, you'd do well to remember it," you pointed out coldly, straightening your spine.

"Since you seem so adverse at spending time with me or including me in important matters, I'll find someone else who will." And with that, chin held high, you walked out of the room.

You missed him. It felt absurd to say this but you missed your husband. He was always busy with meetings or official visits to some noble across the country. For most of them, he went alone or with Zoya.

You knew that she was his first in command but you couldn't help but be bothered by it. It was one thing to accept the fact that he hadn't given the role to you "because the queen cannot have that role as well", it was a whole other thing to accept the fact that another woman spent more time with your husband than you did.

Countless were the fights you had with him in this regard. But they were pointless. Nikolai was still set on not bringing you and he and Zoya were always found together.

You didn't know what hurt more. The blow at your pride for being denied a position you deserved because of who you loved, the jealousy or being punished for your identity.

One thing was sure though, it was getting too much. At first, you pulled thought for Nikolai but now that you didn't have him anymore, your efforts seemed to be in vain.

So, like you had told Nikolai, you looked for someone who was willing to teach you. You wanted to help and if Nikolai wasn't going to let you here at the palace, then you'd find somewhere else.

Count Kirigin had always been nice to you and he was a very generous host. You knew that he played a central role in Nikolai's plan so you thought that there was no one better than him.

You reached out to him, wrote him a letter in which you showed interest in his activity and asked him if he was willing to show you. Of course, anything that came from the queen or the king couldn't be denied but you knew that the Count truly enjoyed your company. If your position didn't put so much higher than everybody else, you'd even consider him a friend.

You waited for his reply before putting in motion the preparations for your departure.

In the meantime, you and Nikolai kept conducting your separate lives. Usually, you'd only see him at night when he returned to your chambers if you were still up. Now, you had decided to sleep in separate rooms too.

If he wanted a wife, then a wife he'd get. But kings and queens do not sleep together.

If the new arrangement was bothering him, you didn't know. He hadn't reached out to you nor made any move to rectify your decision.

Turns out that he wasn't even at the Palace. He had left for a mission near the border with Shu Han and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Well, then. Of course, he didn't even bother with telling you. Not even a small note.

Jokes on him though, you thought, since when he was going to come back, he'd finally get what he wanted. You weren't going to be there to bother him anymore.

Differently from him though, you did indeed left him a note. Nikolai found it a week after you had set it on his pillow. Its presence made him furrow his eyebrows since he had already been wondering where you were. You usually came out to meet him at the gates whenever he'd come back from a mission and even though you had fought before he went away, you weren't one for holding grudges. So e guessed there was something holding you.

Unfolding the paper he was met with your familiar chaotic writing.

"I don't know when you're going to find this letter but if I'm not there yet it means that I'm still at Count Kirigin's. Do not bother with writing or visiting, I'll come back when my business with him is done.

Y/n"

What in the name of every sweet loving saint???

The letter wasn't dated, no dear, no yours no nothing. Fuck. You were still mad or worse, hurt.

Asking one of the servants, he learned that you had been away for a week already. But what business could you possibly have with the Count??

Nikolai had nothing against him. Seeing Kirigin get all flustered as he tried to flirt with Zoya amused him to no end but the idea of him and you in the same house? Alone?? Unacceptable.

Not even bothering to change clothes after his long journey, Nikolai headed to the stables to ask for a well-rested horse. Luckily, Count Kirigin's estate was not too far away. A couple of hours ride.

Turns out that the Count had a lot to teach. Despite his aloof reputation and extravagant clothes, he was very observant. He lacked ambition, which was why Nikolai trusted him and had a curious way of behaving in social situations.

But Emil had been born and raised in high society. He knew how things were run even if he had no desire to be in charge of them.

So far, you'd be having a wonderful time. Emil was a wonderful host, as you remembered, but without Nikolai's presence, he was even more extravagant. He had an unexpectedly dry sense of humour and a never-ending list of jokes.

Being in the open and in the company of someone who saw y/n instead of the Queen of Ravka proved to be even more needed than you thought. You felt reinvigorated and much lighter than you'd ever been.

You had also been learning a lot. Emil had been teaching you about diplomacy. About the best ways of formulating a sentence so that you wouldn't offend anyone but still get what you wanted. He had also been talking to you about your husband's ministers. About their weaknesses and vices and what was the best way to approach them to get what you wanted.

So far, it was proving to be a wonderful decision to come here.

Whenever your mind strayed on Nikolai, you willed it to focus on something else. You didn't know if he had already come home or seen the letter. A part of you thought that if he had, he would at least write one back. But the thought felt a lot like hope and seeing as how little he saw you even before you left, you didn't think it safe to harbour it.

When Nikolai reached the estate, he was met with Kirigin's servants. They welcomed him inside and profusely apologised for the Count's absence. They told him that at this time of the day, Kirigin and his guest would usually go out on a ride but that they were also about to return.

So Nikolai waited, sitting in the most comfortable chair the Count owned, fuming at the thought that his wife had felt the need to go away and be in the company of another man.

"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be Nikolai. You'd do well to remember it."

Your words haunted him. They were the last thing that you told him. How stupid had he been to let you walk away. How utterly careless of him to disregard you like that.

He had promised himself to truly talk to you about it once this pressing matter of state was taken care of. Apparently, he had waited too long.

But Nikolai knew that the problem was at the source. He noticed how hurt you had been when he made Zoya his first in command. Or how sad you seemed everywhere he went somewhere with her and didn't ask you to join.

He was doing so to protect you from the inevitable slander you'd be met with. He should have known though that putting you aside was going to be even worse. You were a fighter just as much as Zoya was, if not stronger.

She hid behind her veil of indifference and superiority while you had never lost that emphatic verve that made everyone love you so much. In his attempt to make you safe, he had only managed to hurt you.

You were a warrior. You had accepted the role of queen only because it was the only way for you to be with Nikolai. And instead of praising you by making you a warrior queen, he had decided to hide you away.

Well, no more.

If his mistakes had not ruined everything already, he was going to make everything better.

Lost in his musing, he didn't hear the sound of hooves approaching but he did indeed hear your laugh. It immediately brought him back to the present and a wave of ugly jealousy hit him.

He couldn't remember the last time he made you laugh.

"I shouldn't even laugh Emil, the joke was terrible," Nikolai hear you giggling from somewhere in the hall. So now he was Emil, huh.

"You know you can't resist my charm, your highness," Emil replied and Nikolai had to call on every bit of his self-control to not barge out of the room and punch him.

"Stop it, you know you can call me y/n."

Before Emil could reply, they had both made it to the sitting room where Nikolai was waiting for them. It looked like no one had warned them of his presence because Kirigin looked surprised then utterly mortified.

"Your majesty, I wasn't aware you were here. Please forgive me for making you wait."

"Don't fret Kirigin, it was an impromptu visit. I came to see how my lovely wife was doing." No matter how green he was feeling right now, he knew that Kirigin was loyal to him and the crown. Whatever was happening here wasn't one of his schemes.

"Of course! I'm going to send for some tea while you two get reunited." Kirigin quickly bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Nikolai met your eyes for the first time since you had arrived. If at first, you were surprised to see him, now you couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this visit.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breaking the ice.

"You leave with only a few lines on where you're going and you expect me to just accept it?" He scoffed, his hands curling on the armrests of the chair.

"It's more than what you gave me," you quipped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Nikolai sighed while his gloved hands run through his hair. You were right and he knew it. He had been a horrible husband lately.

"I know you're mad at me, honey, but listen-"

"I'm not mad. You didn't want to give me what I wanted so I went looking for it somewhere else." Scrolling your shoulders, you interrupted him without meeting his eyes. A list of excuses was not what you wanted nor what you needed from him.

Nikolai didn't miss the innuendo. His jaw clenched, his hands closed in fists. But he willed himself to stay calm.

"You think Kirigin can give you something that I can't?" Nikolai was a master in diplomacy. Never did he get frustrated or angry or raised his voice, even with the most aggravating people. Here though, with you, he didn't have to keep a façade. He spoke through his teeth barely containing his anger.

"Well, so far, he's been giving me attention and interesting pointers that no, Nikolai, you refused to give me."

"So this is how you solve your problems? Running away in the countryside with Emil?" Nikolai sneered, his tone souring around Kirigin's name.

"Don't you do the same with your precious first in command?" Tired after your ride with Emil, you plopped down on the chair in front of Nikolai's. Completely ignoring his tone, you pointed out calmly. The perfect image of aloofness even when it was the last thing you were in this moment.

"That's different," he snapped trying to meet your eyes that were carefully analyzing your hands.

"Yes," you signed, "it seems that when I'm concerned everything is different."

"There's nothing between me and Zoya, y/n and you know it." Nikolai was getting more frustrated by the second. He came here to apologize, to make things right and so far, the conversation was going in the opposite directions.

"Maybe now, but you spend more time with her than you do with me. It's only a matter of time before it happens and you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll just stand by and watch."

"This is not about Zoya," he insisted but so far, he wasn't getting the reaction out of you he wanted. You seemed... resigned at the situation. And that worried Nikolai to no end.

"It never is."

"Why did you run away?" Opting for a more direct approach, he bit the bullet and went straight to the point.

"I did not run away," you scoffed in contempt at his choice of words, "I told you I wanted to do more and Emil is teaching me. Not everyone is so against spending time with me, you know." You shot him a glance.

It was the first time that you had looked at him since you had been left alone.

"I married you, y/n. How can you possibly believe I don't want to spend time with you?" As desperation slipped through his words, Nikolai leaned towards you in his seat. As if he couldn't bear the distance between you anymore. But you knew it wasn't that. You and he had been distant for months now.

"Because that's what's happening, Nikolai," you clipped back and Nikolai had to refrain from wincing at your tone.

"It's not intentional, my love, I've just been busy." His tone softened. It was a poor excuse of an apology but it was sadly the truth.

"But when I say that I want to join or help you with it you strongly oppose?" Again, there was that suspicious implication in your words that Nikolai just couldn't stand. To think that you believed he'd ever cheat on you with another woman when he had done so much, taken so many risks, to be with you.

"It's not what you think, y/n." He insisted again but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw you leaning back into your chair shaking your head.

"I don't think anything, anymore. Do whatever you want. You do your thing and I'll do mine. I won't be a bother to you anymore." Holding up your hands, you gestured as you spoke.

A beat. Nikolai froze in his seat at what you were suggesting.

"You're never a bother to me. Never." He leaned even forwards in his chair, basically only propping on it now. The desperation was now clear in his voice. He reached out to you to try and take hold of your hands but you were too distant.

"I love you more than anything in this world and if you think that I'm going to let you go without a fight, you're sorely mistaken." The steel determination of his words caught you off guard. Nikolai was strong-headed, you knew that better than anyone else, but it had been a long while since that determination had been directed to you.

"You already did." It was barely a whisper. The sad truth about your reality, the downfall of your relationship. The wavering of your voice, the pain in your eyes were enough to tip Nikolai off the edge.

"Milaya, please."He fell onto his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he reached for your hands that he could now hold. "I'm sorry. I put you in a difficult position when I married you and I tried my best to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Nikolai, especially if it's by pushing me away."

"I was keeping you away from danger and I know that you're strong and capable but I hate to think of you as the object of public slander." His eyes darted between yours, frantic, desperate to make you understand.

"I'm Grisha, Nikolai. It's nothing new to me," you pointed out but then it hit you.

"By difficult position, you meant a Grisha Queen, didn't you?" Your eyes hardened at the implications, your hands going slack in his hold. You would have pulled them away if Nikolai didn't tighten his hold.

"Please, do not think I'm regretting my choice or I think you're not worthy of the title because that's not true." Pulling your hands, he tried to get you closer to him. "I fear that there will be repercussions among the people." And there it was, at last, the truth.

"And among your ministers," you added remembering Emil's lessons on the people at court and their role.

You scoffed when he stayed silent. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing, my love."

"So Zoya can handle it and I can't?"

"For the millionth time," he groaned, "I don't care about Zoya."

"I only care about you and I know you can handle it. I just didn't want you to. You deserve happiness and peaceful life and I know it's impossible to have in this saints' forsaken country but I can at least try." His eyes lowered in shame and his confession sent a pang through your heart. You took a moment to take in what he said.

Never had you thought about the possibility of Nikolai's distance was a form of protection. You were a soldier of the Second Army, after all. But being a queen, especially a Grisha one, was a delicate thing.

It was the first time in history that something like this happened. Nikolai's worries were not unfounded since even after the destruction of the Fold, anti-Grisha movements were spreading fast.

It was sad to see the General's attempt of assuring safety for Grisha, provoking exactly the opposite thing.

"Oh, Kolya," returning his grip, you leaned towards him, "I just want a life with you by my side."

"As do I. I want you always and forever but above all, I want you safe. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know it right?"

"I just ask that you tell me the truth and let me play the role I've been given."

"It's not going to be easy. People at court-"

"I know. That's why I'm here. Emil's been teaching."

"Well, no more. I'm going to take care of it from now on."

"Is this a promise or a threat?"

"Rest assured my love, the difference between the two is almost nonexistent." He flashed you a smirk and you couldn't help but smile at him. Here it was, your beloved Nikolai.

"Things are going to change, aren't they?" you murmured softly as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"We're going to show everyone what a "power couple" is." Here was his promise. Sealed with the gentlest nudging of his nose to yours. The action made you smile and your heart soar. You missed these little moments of intimacy with him.

One of his hands came to cradle your face as the other kept hold of your left hand. Your rings softly clicked as they touched. A form of reassurance.

"I love you, y/n."

"And I you, Kolya."

You were completely lost in your little bubble, even more so when Nikolai's lips finally met yours, that you had forgotten where you were. And that there was an embarrassed Kirigin outside the door waiting for the right moment to come in with tea.

[snzunii]

OMG YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN ASDFGHJK can I pls get a domesticity (?) with sanzu? I've just been wanting sanzu fluff tbh I love that man too much thank you <33

NIGHTS LIKE THIS.

+ pairings. sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader.

+ tags. fluff, fluff and fluff <333 + spanking (like once gajsgah)

+ word count. 1.1k

+ note. so hi anon! here's ur requeeest aaaaa im sorry if this took so long i swear im just busy af, idk if this is any good cos i feel like my writing's off today. anyways i still enjoyed writing this cos i've been craving some sanzu fluff too, ify i love that man sm too akshsdhaj anw, this is kinda self-indulgent— i'm sorry jskaglsdh 😭 u'll see, anyways i hope u enjoy!! feedbacks are always appreciated <3

It's three in the morning.

Your boyfriend expects that you're already tucked in on your comfortable sheets; in that soft mattress, that you’re already far off to dreamland but it was kind of a surprise to him that you’re still wide awake— no, scratch that.

Your eyes are hardly wide, they’re holding on as you take in all the information in the transes that your blockmates made. It shouldn’t be a surprise to Sanzu that you’re still awake, considering your program. He knows that there would be long nights with you like this.

He stared at you for a while and there’s a brief smile when he saw you wearing his shirt. There’s a loving look in his eyes as he examine you; your hair’s in all places, there’s heavy bags under your eyes, you look like you just finished breaking down cause he can see the dried up tears in your cheeks.

He sighed, it’s a good thing that he isn’t high tonight because he’ll take good care of you.

When you see yourself in the mirror, you’ll think that you probably look like shit but not to him, even though you look like what you are right now, you’re still the prettiest for him.

“Hey, angel.” he said softly, “You’re still awake.”

You pulled your head up, smiling to your boyfriend. “Hey, Haru. You’re home. I was waiting for you and you know, studying. How was your day?”

You know what amazes Sanzu? You’re tired yourself, he bet you’re studying for hours now but you still check on him. Sometimes he’s just wondering, how in the hell did he get someone as you to fall in love with him? He doesn’t even know. You’re a complete angel and him— he sure isn’t.

He pulled the chair beside you and sat there himself, “You know, nothing special. Just killing some guys. How about you, how’s your day?”

You snickered, putting the thick binder down. You moved to sit on your boyfriend’s lap in a sideways manner, you buried your face on his neck as you close your eyes. “I’m tired, Haru.”

Sanzu wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your temple, “Hm? Then let’s get you to bed, yeah?”

“But I need to study.”

“You don’t need to. I make lots of-“

You tutted him before he could even finish what he was saying, you rolled your eyes. He’s always suggesting this whenever he sees you like this, “Stop suggesting that, you know I don’t want to rely on you for everything. I need to have my own career. I don’t want to be just Bonten’s number two’s girlfriend- “

“Wife.” he corrected you. “You’re my wife.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. Just the thought of marrying this man just makes your heart feel like it was about to explode. You don’t even know how you to ended up here, you, a graduating college student getting involved with someone like him.

You were always thankful for that one night that your friends dragged you out in a nightclub in Roppongi, if they didn't then you would have never met him. You would have never meet that high as fuck + wasted pink haired motherfucker who shamelessly flirted with you the moment you entered that club.

And now, you’re here— planning your future with him. Before, you were planning for yourself. It was always just for you but now, it never feels right without Sanzu. It’s really amazing how life plays out sometimes, one minute he’s just a stranger and the next he’s the love of your life.

“Not yet.” you said, fingers playing with his tie. “I need to graduate first then earn some money and then I’ll marry you, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds good. Now, let’s get you to bed.” you squealed a bit when he stood up, carrying you in his arms in bridal style. “But, take a bath with me first. You stink.”

“Uh—” you scoffed, you looked at him with disbelief. “Excuse me? Don’t you think that maybe it was you? Look at your suit, you still have dried up blood in it.”

“Eh. It’s you.” he said, leaning his face close to your hair to sniff it. “See? When was the last the time you washed your hair? You stink, baby.”

“Well, if I’m stinky then why are you with me? You hate stinky stuff.”

“You’re the only one I can tolerate.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly, he gave you his signature smile, the one that makes his eyes disappear and make your heart flutter inside your chest because of how cute and handsome he is at the same time. You just smiled as you lean your head on his shoulder while he carries you up to the bathroom. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Huh?”

“You cried.”

“Ah.” you sighed, “You’re at work. I don’t want to be a bother. Plus, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a good old breakdown, you know.”

Sanzu just clicked his tongue as he puts you down once you reach the bathroom. You slipped into the shower first and he followed you once he removed his clothes. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his nape.

You smiled at him while you let the warm water fall onto your bodies. He leaned down on your face, his forehead resting onto yours while his arms snaked around your bare waist. He whispered, “You’re never a bother.”

“Hm. I know.”

“Okay, then. Next time call me.” he said, you chuckled. Sanzu combs your wet hair with his fingers and tucks some of it behind your ear.

“Alright, sir. I’ll call you next time.”

“Stop. Don’t call me that right now.”

“Oh. But why sir Haruchiyo-“ you shrieked when he smacked your ass and squeezed it a bit. “Okay, okay. I won’t.”

You laughed and leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips. After you bathe each other, and a very long session of him brushing your teeth because he insisted to— you know how that went, you two laughing and making stupid jokes that’s why it took so long.

You’re now laying on top of him, butt naked. The only thing that’s covering your bodies was the soft comforter. You both do this often, just lay on your bed naked, sometimes it’s because you’re too lazy to dress up but most of the time, you just want to feel each other.

You don’t know, moments like this with him always warms your heart. It’s just you two, enjoying each other’s company silently. You feel him and only him.

Sanzu was combing your hair with his fingers until you feel the familiar feeling taking over you, your eyes were getting heavier as time goes by.

“Getting sleepy, Haru.” you murmured.

“Sleep tight, angel.” he whispered, you smiled faintly until you drift off to a deep and comfortable slumber on top of your lover, “I love you.”

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[cheswirls]

opened main gdocs writing folder so here we go again

i have folders in this main folder for all the properties i have 10+ docs for but i rly need to do anything else so im only gonna dig at stuff at the bottom of this main one

holy fuck there's a lot of magi.

tswf is still there and i'll be damned if i never go back to that one. loved the set-up so much w/ sinja adopting aladdin. i think i had jaf as an emt bc i remember he was gonna copy rly bad w the stress of the job by relying on drugs. there was some plot w alibaba getting into trouble but i dont remember with who or what besides kassim was involved. there were sooooooo many storylines for this one. i wanted sin to have an unusual major for uni and idk if i picked a legit job you need engineering bg for or if it was a trade school thing bc it sounds like one. have it written he's a tech that takes care of removing armed explosives stuck in the ground that never activated for w/e reason. it wa ssupposed to have him out traveling a lot but i never did pick a real world location for the setting so ig he could be in the area or even the same country. damn all of these plot pts are depressing af. there are 71 pages in the doc.

haikyuu atla au :) this is oldie but goodie. i do still adore atla aus set during the 100 yr war that could've happened bc it doesn't interfere w canon at all. where ur blorbos from other fandoms are jus some Random Guys. read an iwaoi fic like this and it was so good. i think i wanted to emulate that could-have-been so while plotting i came up w reasons for why someone impt would go mia and such. it was boku/aka set in the northern water tribe not long after the start of the war. bokuto was an envoy from omashu tasked with acquiring help and allying with the nwt. akaashi was the crown prince who by the end of the fic runs off w a team during one of the first and only fire nation attempted invasions. it was going to end with bokuto finding his betrothal necklace among the rubble and going after him.

there was a sequel i prolly thought more abt at some point than the original, considering theres a separate doc w writing already in it. the premise was switching pov of akaashi and bokuto, except akaashi's was in the past depicting he n his team assisting in the war efforts (and running into semi ig. some sort of firebender) and bokuto's pov starts with his reunion w/ akaashi and continues in present. think i was inspired by a lauren oliver novel tho idk which one. the time difference appealed to me. anyway at some point in the present they run into fire nation deserters kenma and kuroo and roll out w them (jeong-jeong is still the first deserter a la canon bc these 2 kill every witness and fake death to get away). and uhhhh i remember it ends at the swamp. with akaashi deciding to stay at the swamp in some bout of hopelessness. bc its far too soon for them to do anything to impact a war that will rage on for another 80+ years and the swamp is considered "safe and distant" and peaceful to an extent. lotta fun there would love to write both of these

i still have the bnha aristocats!au set during ww1 france and also they are not cats. still seems like a fun idea but idc abt bnha at allllllll anymore so perhaps i will axe this one.

everything else is 2020 which i think is safe. there's a couple dcmk ideas i wanna go back to. one of them is a pkmn au so :))))) yea. i think it was kaito&shiho on the run from team rocket for diff reasons and shinichi gets roped into helping them by being their third/traveling companion. fun stuff. the other was an attempt at a realistic kaishin run-in that i hadn't seen done before (or that i liked the execution of) so purely self-indulgence. kaito and ran are paired for a uni chem project and the topic they're presenting ends up being the key to solving a murder case. fun stuff :)

i had another magi longfic idea where al tharmen is a doomsday cult disbanded and aladdin is the young ward they worshiped as the chosen messiah as the son of solomon. he's taken in by ja'far who has to socialize a kid raised from birth by a cult. the only stand-outs i remember is playing around with trans!titus and him and sphintus having a baby near the end of the fic. titus becomes like a brother figure to aladdin n him and schehe live across the hall. sinbad is mia but still involved enough in ja'far's affairs to be a nuisance even from overseas. there was smth there abt a reunion between the two but it wasnt a sinja story. that one would be fun but the research aspect gah damn

i'm sure i have more fic ideas lurking in my tumblr drafts from years ago but idk idk this is long enough as is. i do remember the big toaru au (there were 3 but this was the Big tie-everything-in-canon-together one) where all the lvl 5s have to work together as they're hunted by aihana etsu. wanted to finish reading gt novels before diving in and that never happened but hooooooooly is that post long af under a read more i was not messing around w plotting. the other was a scifi attempt w astral buddy cast i would still love to revisit.

everything else is still recent enough that i dont hate it haha. not sure why the last three paragraphs other than rambling abt old ideas ive never revealed before. there! have at it

looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.

and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.

funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.

esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider

[the-type-a]

A lot of people think that Duncan would get Courtney high for the first time but personally I think it would be Bridgette 💀 ok cuz like your friend getting you high for the first time is always an experience and so funny!!

Courtney won’t be phased at first she’ll be one of those people that are like “I don’t feel anything, it’s not that bad” and then BOOM💥 the high will hit her full force and she definitely panics 💀

She has the worst munchies, she’ll just eat and eat and eat.. she gets herself sick lmao

She definitely fucks up her first hit & she almost dies hacking up a lung 🤣 red faced, teary eyes & chest heaving cough while Bridgette just cries laughing 🥲

Courtney’s the type that will just zone out, she has a bad habit of just blanking out when she’s sober and it’s way worse when she’s high lol you ever see her in the background of some shots of the show and she’s just like.. not focused? 💀 shits so funny lmao

She likes watching those sensory videos with a bunch of colors, need her to stay put? Just put one on and you’re good.

Bridgette definitely takes care of her, gives her water and calms her down when she panics.. but she always records her and laughs at her 😂

Courtney likes watching Bridgette rolls blunts so she asks her to teach her, she’s somehow better at it than Bridgette and makes them perfect lol

Courtney tells Bridgette to clean her damn bong before she even thinks of bringing it near her

Courtney doesn’t smoke but whenever she’s overworking herself, stressed or upset she’ll definitely go to Bridgette if it gets to the point where she just needs to relax lol

Bridgette talks about the different strains, ways to get high, what high is better, etc. And the whole time Courtney’s just like ‘idc just get me high’

Sorry, I was talking to my friend who’s a stoner about funny high memories lmao I personally don’t do it but I’ve indulged a few times in my life 💀

I am one of those people who think Duncan gets Courtney high for her first time. BUT you have changed my mind, and I thank you for it because THESE?!?!? YES!

As someone who has experimented with this before, I too can agree that your best friend introducing you is 100% more fun than the other. It’s like no pressure?? If that makes sense??

Anyway, I can see Courtney wanting to try and only being comfortable enough to do it around Bridgette. Maybe in her (Bridgette’s) room that way she’s in a familiar setting too. Idk

Don’t get me started on those damn bongs. I tried it once, literally almost hacked a lung up (my throat was on freaking fire omfg). NEVER AGAIN. That was the first time I ever freaked out, like bad af. I was going to get my RA and my roommate was like NO GO TO BED. Imagining our girl Courtney like that? Yeah, pretty freaking valid. Also, an edible? Good fucking night lmao 😂

She definitely zones out and YEA those TD scenes always have me cracking up 💀

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 8: Murven, Heat

Don’t judge me for this, it is self-indulgent af. Also don’t at me with inaccuracies I do not care.

Murphy/Raven, ~780 words, written in about 25 minutes

For the prompts “heat” and “enemies to lovers” for Writers Month @writersmonth. (I’m not doing the whole month, obviously, just prompts here and there.)

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Murphy likes to keep his kitchen hot.

Raven pushes in the swinging doors with her back, her arms piled high with dishes up to her chin, is immediately enveloped with steam and heat and the clang of steel pots banging against each other, the hiss of a griddle, a cacophony of scent. Murphy is chopping vegetables with a sharp knife, the clattering sound of steel against the wooden cutting board a rhythm that she'll miss later, a rhythm she'll identify as music only later, and when she asks him, "Where the fuck were you?" he shrugs and barely glances up to shoot her a lopsided grin.

"I'm here, Reyes, I'm here. I didn't catch my alarm. We're good."

"Your four-p-m alarm?" She throws down the dishes and wipes her hands on her apron. In about ten seconds, she needs to be back out there with another round of dishes. She takes five of those seconds to get into Murphy's space. "You know the rest of us pick up slack when you're late—"

"Hey, cool it." He slides away the vegetables and pulls over another bunch. The restaurant is small. Everyone pitches in; there's no task that's beneath even someone like Murphy, someone with fucking talent, who's so goddamn intent on wasting it. "Why are you riding my ass anyway? Don't you got bread sticks to bring to table five?"

"Table five can shove it," she mutters, but she picks up the bread basket and a whole tray of fizzy waters and cola and starts to turn so she can let herself out of this hell, back first, the weight of the door heavy and the air in the restaurant proper blissfully cool.

She can hear Murphy calling after her, "I thought that was my job."

Raven could kill him. She can feel tendrils of hair sticking to her temples. She can feel the air now clear in her lungs.

"You're just out to sabotage yourself because you're good," she's told him, more than once. "You're good at this—"

"One thing?" He waits out a long pause that he knows she won't break, sitting up half-slumped on his mattress, twists of yellowing sheets around his waist. He's got bedhead so bad it can't even be generously called cute. Scrawny and pale and too thin, his eyebrows raised, his eyes steady on her like he's got all the time in the world. That's the most frustrating thing about Murphy. He always acts like he's got nothing but time.

Raven doesn't answer. She watches instead as he grabs blindly, easily, for the cigarettes on his night stand, eases one out and then lights it, hanging loose between his lips. His eyes only dip down, at last, to watch the flame. She leans back against the edge of the table and watches the thin wisps of smoke rise and twist on their way out the window, open just a sliver behind him to let in the cool new-rain breeze.

Outside, kids are shouting, shrieking with laughter. A car horn sounds long and loud.

"Because you're good at just about everything," he continues. "Except you can't find your way around a kitchen, and you're working in the same place as me."

"You're an infuriating prick," she answers. The words have heat but no force, and she stands perfectly still as she says them. She'll be back again, anyway, and they both know it—throwing him back against the door as if he were a rag doll, feeling his leg bending, lifting up at the knee, between her legs, and his hands sliding up and down her sides, slowly lifting her shirt, with the sort of slow laziness at which he excels, and which so frustrates her, because alone with him she is all fire and frustration. She's breathing out the flames of every dead end and every unknown and every want left unfulfilled; she is entirely wanting and wholly desire—but he holds her like he has no need for that, has no need to prove a thing. He’s already got her. He already owns her. She'll keep coming back to him for reasons neither one of them can explain. He's her rock bottom. He's her way out. He's the smell of stale ambition and the taste of smoke. She grabs at his belt loops and he flips them around, and he mouths at her collar bone, and when he sinks down to his knees in front of her, she feels worshiped and foregone all at once. She drops her head back against the door, closes her eyes and exhales hard.

Outside the rain has passed and the temperature is rising again. Steam rises from the roads. The asphalt sizzles.

[alieinthemorning]

soft Dabi caring for his crush after a rough night ❤️

Rough Night [Dabi | Todoroki Touya]

Content: Brown Skinned Reader, Brown Eyed Reader, Chubby Reader, Self Indulgent AF, Hurt (Barely)/Comfort

Pronouns: None

Header: @/takepopopopopo

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

You took a deep breath.

Warm hands slid across your brown skin, grasping at your love handles.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You exhaled.

“Too much, huh?”

You wiped the tears from your watery brown eyes.

“Yeah, just… a lot.”

He nuzzled into your neck, delivering soft kisses to the brown skin.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Did you?

What was the point?

It was the same old, same old anyway.

You shrugged. “Same thing as always. Just… tired.”

He left one last searing kiss on your collarbone before turning you to face him. Gently cupping your face and whipping your tears.

“What can I do for you?”

You put your hands over his.

“You being here is enough.”

“But I can always do more.” He gave a light smile. “Wanna cuddle?”

You sighed, leaning into him.

“Always.

Listen, ya girl went through it last night. I needed a little something for me and this request became that lol. So if you wanna send in some more requests that’ll actually be for the readers, then send them my way~

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[koulakoukoula2003]

omgomgomg i am screaming (i am the anon who sent the rivetra ask) omg i never thought I'd meet someone who exactly had the same ideas as me omg i am freaking out hahahahhaaahha

ok first of all, 'no, I could've loved you so much more' is the perfect amount of pain i need omg that scene is so beautiful like heartbreakingly beautiful

and second, the choices you wrote on the last part i thought of it tooo!!!! Like everything, exactly the way i imagined!!! So imagine my excitement when I read it and finding out that we were thinking exactly the same omg!!!!! anyhoo, personally of all those choices, i'd like to combine the first and second one. Like Petra for some circumstances that i haven't thought of yet ends up being in the UNDERGROUND, working in a BROTHEL in order to FEND for her and HER SON. Imagine how Levi would feel when he finds out and realizes that this is like his childhood all over again. Like the nightmare he got out of, his son is now living it. And the hell his mother went through, the woman he loves is now suffering in it. Imagine his regret and the pain and the angst and this, i am squealing omg. But that's just for me. I'd also be very thrilled to read it your way. <3

Anyway i apologize for rambling too much about rivetra, but i really do appreciate you and i am very thankful that you indulge me in my angst cravings :)

OMG ANON LMFAO fewjrhgiu3oiq JFC I THOUGHT OF THAT TOO when I had just posted my previous reply to your ask I was like hmmmm why not both LMFAO

You, ma’am/sir/x, are a person of exquisite taste. You are a sadomasochistic little angel (like me) who loves torturing characters and crying over their torment at the same time LMFAO

Honestly having Levi going through this entire déjà vu, Petra going through the same shit his mom did and the same shit HE went through, now his son going through it as well like WE’RE GONNA BREAK THIS MAN SO BAD LMFAO

Ok ok ok ok imma write it like this. The heartbreaking scene happens (glad you like the dialogue, I use it in all my fics cuz im not creative at all and im out of ideas LMAO) and when she wakes up, she leaves him anyway (retiring and giving him the engagement ring and leaving).

Now, I gotta figure out why in the world would Petra wind up in the Underground 🤔🤔🤔 maybe she got abducted by some Underground crime lord that had beef with Levi and after finding out that Levi was engaged, he wanted to avenge him somehow, so he abducted his fiancé and put her in his ‘business’ 🤔🤔🤔

I GOT IT, I GOT IT, after Levi became a thug in the Underground, he went and found that brothel that his mom once worked in and he killed the owner of that entire business and freed the women who worked there. The owner of that business had a brother who rebuilt the business and wanted to avenge his brother’s death (whomst Levi had killed) so he abducted Levi’s fiancé.

I mean, I know Petra can def fight and fend for herself, but if she has no gear, no weapons at all and she’s surrounded by many many strong men that are twice her size, there’s really not much that she can do. Maybe she even tells them that Levi doesn’t care about her and that abducting her wouldn’t hurt him at all, but of course they don’t listen and they take her anyway while she’s actually pregnant to Levi’s child.

Goddammit anon, we’re evil as fuck LMFAO I love ppl like you, you know, we understand how important pain and struggle is in a story, because if there’s no pain and no struggle, then there is no story 🤷‍♀️it is that simple.

Ok imma write it like this (you probably got the entire thing spoilt) but TYSM for helping me figure it out, honestly, I had no idea what to do with Levi and Petra that’s why I kept them in the background (honestly i also kept it in the background cuz some rivetra fans are crazy af and i wanted no interaction with them but fuck it we die like men), but now I do know what to do AND IT’S THANKS TO YOU, ANON 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hell, I might actually enjoy the rivetra of it more than the Erwin x OC LMFAO cuz the angst is stronger over there

Lemme know if I make you cry when I post those chapters COMMENTS HELP ME A LOT PLS. Those chapters will be exclusively rivetra bonus chapters and I’ll let y’all know by adding to the title of the chapter the word BONUS (I do it with all my fics).

Of course, that depends on me and my fight against writer’s block it.has.taken.me.two.days.to.finish.a.chapsklmdjdvngti3

also my buddy @shrekisshrimpthesimp wanted you to see this LMAO ENJOY THE PAIN I KNOW U LOVE IT WE ALL DO