#ceasar is so slept on

[chenziee]

A Comprehensive list of my outsider POVs or; a list of people who have Suffered™

NAMI - Good friends (don't) kiss | Revelations (we could do without) | 3D2Y

PENGUIN - A Burst of colour (happy birthday)

SMOKER - Just a quick supply run

NPC - Boyfriends (do) kiss | "Woman trouble" Open for Business (gen, Black Maria)

LAW - See no evil (zosan)

BEPO - This is my BDSM dungeon

COBY - Not so bad

USOPP - The (s)we(e)t taste of revenge (lawlu, zosan)

KID - At the bottom of the sea

CAESAR - Minding his own evil business

SHACHI - Please don't ask | The Power of the revolutionary army top executive

ABSALOM - HIRED! (icepaulie) | 'WHITE KNIGHT' CAVENDISH IN TROUBLE?! (bartocav)

PEDRO - Bringing dawn

SANJI - Princess Monster

YAMATO - Drastic Measures

BIG NEWS MORGANS - World Economic Journal: Grand Line Edition

ONIGIRI - Hopeless

ACE & SABO - Menace

KOTATSU - The Plight of the (not) house cat

HAKUBA - Front-Row Seat (bartocav)

NDA, WIP, planned:

Tate

NDA

Yamato

Sanji

Honorable mention: not in his POV but SENGOKU suffered the most hands down - Take out as in on a date, right?

[short-honey-badger]

Trouble Sleeping

This is pure filthy smut, that's literally it. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! Smut SMut Smut! ABO universe as well. It's been a looong time since I've written for it. Pre time skip Law btw!

Pairings: Alpha! Trafalger D. Water Law x Omega! Reader

Summary: You notice that your captain hasn't slept in the past couple of days, so you offer to help him relax.

Part 2 ->

Masterlist.

It’s been what? Two? Three days since the last time Law had gotten a decent night’s rest? If it wasn’t the nightmares keeping him up every time he closed his eyes, then it was his incessant need to plan. To go over the research the alpha had begun to gather about Punk Hazard and Ceasar’s operation. It was all to get closer to Doflamingo of course, but Trafalgar would give anything not to have to deal with the disgusting scientist. 

And to get some rest, but the pirate doubted that would come anytime soon. 

Law wipes his eyes, pushing away from his desk and closing the thick folder of compiled notes. He needed a break, maybe even something to eat, too. The alpha’s stomach grumbled at the thought of food and he stood from his desk, grabbing his hat and fixing it properly on his head.

As he walked through the walls of familiar walls of the Polar Tang, Law thought about the newest member of his crew. While he wasn’t in the habit of picking up strays, you had piqued his interest when you wouldn’t stop bugging him and his crew about learning medicine. To quench his curiosity, Law had allowed you to come on board, and you have been a dutiful student ever since. And despite what Penguin and Shachi liked to think, it was not because you were a pretty omega in need asking for his help. Trafalgar liked to think he was better than his alpha instincts. 

Ah. Speaking of the omega, Law could smell your honeysuckle scent just around the corner. You must been in the galley. 

Law spots you at one of the tables in the corner, nose stuck in a medical text and a half-empty plate of whatever the cooks had made tonight. On a whim, he decides to grab a cup of coffee and his own serving and joins you at your table. You jump when he sets his plate down, but your expression brightens the moment you notice that it is your captain sitting across from you.

“Evening, Cap’n,” you greet, and Law finds his shoulders relaxing when he catches your scent again. It is warm and welcoming, soothing his frayed nerves with ease. 

“_-ya,” Law rumbles back in greeting and meets your eyes, smirking when he notices you watching him. He isn’t surprised when you speak up, but he doesn’t expect you to sound so concerned. 

“Have ya been gettin’ enough sleep Cap’n? Not ta speak out of turn, but you don’t look so good. A-and I’ve seen you roamin’ the halls more than usual,” you’re blushing when you finish, but Law finds your rambling endearing and doesn’t bother lying to you like he might others.

“Not really, little medic, but you shouldn’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” He assures you and then sips his coffee. He glances over to see that the omega doesn’t look very satisfied with his answer, and his instincts make themselves known when he catches a whiff of hot displeasure in your scent. 

Before Trafalgar can do much and possibly make a fool of himself, you speak up again. 

“Well, is there anything that I can do to help?” the omega asks, and Law pauses, arm stalling midair, fork halfway to his mouth. Despite the innocent way you ask the question, his mind goes straight to the gutter, and the pirate captain sees you on your knees in his bed, face down and ass up, presenting beautifully for him. Law can hear the way your cute accent whispers his name, pretty eyes glistening with tears as you beg him for his cock. 

“Cap’n? You okay, there?” A cool hand on his forehead and your soft voice bring the alpha out of his daydream, and he flushes even more at having been caught zoning out like that. 

“Ah, sorry about that, _-ya. Just tired, like I said,” Law murmurs and sets his fork down to hide his face behind his cup of coffee. You assure him that he is fine and tentatively go back to your book when it seems like Law isn’t going to answer your question. 

In reality, the alpha is pondering your question. It was a fact that omegas were able to put alphas in a calming state. Usually, Law wouldn’t mention it, but you had asked if you could do anything for him, and your omega pheromones would most likely do the trick and put him to sleep. 

“You know what,” Law begins and you jerk your head up to look at him, surprised that he’d spoken up, “I think you can help me out, little medic. If you’re done here?”

Your eyebrows jump up, and then the little omega is nodding, a happy smile painting your lips. Law watches you stand and close your book, tucking it under your arm and then tossing your cleaned plate in the sink at the back of the room. He follows your path, and then Law is leading you out of the kitchen and back to his office. 

The alpha keeps going, opening up the door in his office that connects to his bedroom. You tentatively follow after him, and Law’s alpha rumbles in satisfaction at having such a pretty omega in his room. His scent, clean and fresh with a hint of steel, coats everything, and Law quietly hopes that it sticks with you after you leave his room. 

Trafalgar doesn’t think twice about tossing his hat to the side and shrugging off his shirt. His jeans are replaced by a pair of soft sweats, and when he looks at you, your face is bright red, eyes wide in shock. Your scent sweetens with a hint of arousal and Law smirks, it’s a surprise, but not unwelcome.

“You’ve learned a lot while you’ve been here, _-ya. So you know that omegas can manipulate their scents to calm down the other sex in tense situations. It works better when they have been near one another for long periods of time. I’d like for you to do that for me if you’re comfortable with that.” 

Law watches the omega as you think, but it doesn’t take you long to come to a decision. You set your book aside and give him a shy, unsure smile. 

“Got another pair of sweatpants? Jeans aren’t very comfortable to lay down in.”

The alpha chuckles and then sets about finding another pair of sweats. A dark, possessive part of him is delighted at the sight of you standing in his room with a pair of too-big sweatpants, and Law has to fight down the almost overwhelming need to pull you into his bed to scent you. Instead, like the gentleman he is trying to be, Law pulls back the covers of his bed and stands back, offering for you to crawl in first. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” the alpha drawls, and watches with lidded eyes as you slip into his his bed. He follows after and cuts the lights with a flick of his fingers and the use of his devil fruit. Law hears you suck in a sharp breath when he settles in beside you, laying on his side and tossing an arm over your hip. He emits his own calming pheromones and blinks at the back of your head when you take deep, shuddering breaths of his scent. 

The alpha hadn’t expected you to do that, but the sight of you breathing in his scent made his hold on you tighten, and Law pulled you back into his chest, leaning down to bury his face in your hair. He hums when you lift your leg, and he slips his thigh in between your legs, bringing the two of you impossibly closer. 

After that, it is easy for the two of you to relax, honeysuckle and steel mixing to create a unique scent that represents the alpha and omega. Being surrounded by the combined scent leaves Law feeling drowsy, eyes fluttering shut as he shoves his face closer to the scent gland on your neck, desperate for more of that sweet honeysuckle. You squirm for half a second and then settle again, content to help out your captain where you can.

Neither of you expects to fall asleep, but when Law wakes, he feels far more refreshed than he has in a long time. He cracks open his eyes and takes in the new position the two of you shifted to in sleep. Trafalgar lays on his back and the little omega has sprawled over his chest, your face pressed into the hollow of his throat, and arms wrapped around his neck. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, and Law smiles when you mutter softly and shift in your sleep.

Law contemplates going back to sleep, but then you shift again, and all thoughts of sleep fly out of his mind when your hip brushes against his cock. He fights back a groan, tattooed hands flexing and digging into your soft skin. Fuck. He wants you. He wants your attention, and your pretty eyes and plush mouth on him all the time. The alpha wants to bite you, sink his teeth into your nape, and claim you as his. 

He rolls, trapping you under him, and you wake with a gasp, eyes flying open to stare at your captain who looms above you. He looks frightening in the low light of his room, but the way his scent is wrapped around you is nothing but comforting. You aren’t scared of this dangerous alpha. 

“_-ya,” Law growls your name, dipping down to press his brow against your own, eyes catching yours and glowing with hot arousal, “You did so well for me. Helping me get some rest. Let me reward such a good omega.” 

The way your scent turns hot and sticky with arousal is enough of an answer for Law. He turns his head, keeping himself held up with one arm as the other grips your jaw. Trafalgar’s lips meet your own in a steamy kiss. He smooths his thumb up, catching your bottom lip and tugging it down, pulling your mouth open enough to slip his tongue inside. 

You whine under him, hands digging into his hair to the point of pain, but it only makes the alpha groan into the kiss. Law’s dick throbs in his pants, so he moves, grinding up into the welcoming heat between his legs. The friction is delicious, but it isn’t enough. 

Law lifts himself up, breaking the kiss and leaving you winded. Your pupils are blown, and your mouth is bright red from the way his facial hair has rubbed against your skin. He shimmies down, hands finding the waistband of the sweats you wear and hooking his fingers under them. He makes sure to catch the other elastic band he feels and tugs the pants and your underwear down in one fell swoop. 

“Fuck, you smell so good, Baby,” Law rumbles and shoves his face in the slope of your right, lips mouthing at the minor scent glands there. You cry out and grp his hair even harder, eyes blown wide as you watch him breathe you in, “Like honey and warm desserts.” 

“Y-you smell good too, Cap’n,” You whisper, voice shaking as you try and deal with the pleasure that Law smothers you with, “Clean and fresh. I like it.” 

A low growl erupts in the room and Law rewards your compliment by flattening his tongue and licking a stripe along your entire cunt. The alpha groans at the taste, your slick is just as sweet as you smell, and Trafalgar regrets never asking you to his room sooner. He grabs your hips, lifting them so that he can point his tongue and shove it deep into your leaking hole. 

You wail, curses falling from your lips as you buck your hips against his face, seeking that burning pleasure that only Law can give you. The alpha drinks from you, lewd slurping sounds filling the room until you are bowing forward and pulling him off your cunt. 

Law’s face is soaked in your juices, and he bares his teeth at you for pushing him away. He would know if he’d made you come, and he looks at you to demand an answer. 

“I want you to fuck me, Cap’n,” You say and it stalls Law in his tracks. Your eyes shine with want and you grip his shoulders, nails digging in, “I- I want to come on your cock, not your tongue.” 

The pirate can’t get his pants off fast enough. His lanky legs end up getting tangled in his sweats, but you patiently extract the fabric and toss them to the floor. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, and slick leaks out of you to stain Law’s sheets. The alpha’s dick is the perfect specimen, thick at the base, knot looking inflated already. His length tapers up slightly, only to end in a silky head that leaks with precum. 

“Get on your knees, Baby. Present for me, yeah?” Law orders and you scramble to obey, brain mush with alpha pheromones that leave you feeling fuzzy. 

His omega rolls to their knees, thighs parted in a wonderful display of trust. You bite the pillow under you, whining when your senses are overwhelmed with the scent of your Captain. Tears leak from your eyes and a low cry escapes you when Law drapes himself over your back, cock slotting between your legs and dragging over your pussy. 

Law ruts against you, coating his dick in your slick until his member is nice and soaked. He leans back enough to grab the base, angling it up to run the head of his cock through your folds. You sob at the feeling, back arching and hips shaking in search of him. 

“Please, Law. I’m wet enough, just put it in,” You whine and the alpha growls at the way you beg him. His tip catches your entrance on his neck stroke, and Law doesn’t stop gravity as he sinks into your warm heat. 

You feel amazing around him, walls fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly that Law hisses as he sicks another inch down. His mouth drops, and he sucks in greedy mouthfuls of your scent, leaning down to nip at the gland on your neck where the sweet smell is the most potent. 

“You’re mine after this, got it, omega? No one else can have you this way. No one else can feel your tight cunt other than me,” Law snarls and you nod frantically, face still pressed into the pillows. 

The alpha doesn’t wait any longer, sinking the rest of the way inside and snarling at the way his knot catches on your walls. It's overwhelming, and Law presses his forehead harshly against your shoulder blades to prevent himself from biting you. Now wasn’t the time to try and forge a mating bond. Not when Doflamingo still threatened everything that Law cared for. 

Trafalgar fucks you like a man possessed, hands harsh and fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises. He snaps his hips, dragging his cock along your walls as you clench and flutter around him. He changes angles, slowing down only to roughly slam into you, and you shout when his dick catches against that spongy spot inside of you. 

Law grins, teeth bared in a feral grin as he focuses on that spot and pounds into your cunt. Your hands grip the sheets hard enough the tear them, tears leaking down your face as Law abuses that spot inside of you. It’s not long before the alpha has you shouting your name, jaw dropping open in a silent scream as you come around his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Law chants when your cunt constricts around him. He wants to come inside of you, pump you so full of his seed that it would be dripping out for the next week. But knotting you means pups, and those aren’t something that anyone needs right now. 

So, despite his instincts screaming at him to mark you on the inside, Law pulls out when he feels that tension snap, pumping his dick and instead painting your backside and cunt with his spend. He milks his cock, shaking and whining as he gently massages his knot. Your hips have fallen without Law to hold you up, but that doesn’t stop him from draping himself back over the omega, hand finding your hip and rubbing his cum into your skin. He needed to make sure that you were properly covered after all. 

Below him, you settle into the comfy bed and close your eyes. You are content to let your alpha take care of you, and so easily fall back to sleep. 

Your captain snickers softly when he notices that his omega has already dropped back off to sleep, and rolls the two of you to the side, snuggling close and closing his eyes. He’d take you to the shower later, but for now, Law was just happy that you were here to help him go back to sleep too. 

[wolfish-trickster]

Why did you choose her?!

Geto x fem!reader

Part 6

Previous part

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: Gojo found out about his best friend's secret crush on you, his ex, and impulsively takes action.

Warnings: bad grammar (possibly), typos, angst, very little comfort

A/N: I suck at writing action scenes, I did my best 😭

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Gojo stood frozen in place as he heard his best friend's confession. At first he didn't think he heard right. There's no way his Suguru would ever say something like that, right? He's barely slept, hasn't eaten much either, surely what he just heard was all made up in his head.

But the two of you kept talking. And talking. Gojo felt more and more sick with every word he heard fall from either you or him. He couldn't keep listening but at the same time he couldn't stop. Just as he thought the two of you were done he saw you reach out and hold Suguru in place.

He couldn't believe his eyes. How could he...HOW COULD HE?!

As soon as Geto's big figure eft the kitchen Gojo's body was finally willing to move. It only took couple of steps to walk around the house.

"Satoru? What were you doing back there?" Geto asked as he closed the entrance door behind him. "Didn't you go ho-"

Gojo saw nothing but red as his fist landed on Geto's cheek. Geto was so taken by surprise he stumbled and dropped to one knee. His breathing quickened, eyes widened. He didn't even need to ask. He knew why he got hit.

"How could you?!" Gojo yelled from above. Geto kept his head low. He deserved this. He deserved much more.

And more did come. Gojo grabbed fistful of his man bun and forced him to look up. "Did you feel good? Huh?! Comforting me? Advising me? How did you feel?!"

"Awful," he answered truthfully. "I never meant-"

Another hit. This time Gojo slammed his head against the wall of Shoko's house. "Never meant, never meant," he said in a mocking tone. "Did you plan this all along? Is that why you were inviting me and her to hang out with you so much? So you could be close to her?" he hit Geto's head against the wall everytime he asked. Geto took it all.

"No! I genuenly wanted to hang out!"

"Liar!" Gojo took a swing and Geto fell back now completely laying on Shoko's front porch. He deserved this. He deserved this. He deserved this.

The door cracked open. There you stood. At first confused, then horrified at what was infront of you. Geto bloodied om the ground, Gojo standing above him with red knuckles.

"Go inside Y/N," Gojo ordered.

"Satoru, please stop," you took couple of small steps towards him, arms raised to calm him down.

"Satoru? Oh, now I'm your Satoru again. What do you want your Satoru to do, hmm? Stop hurting your new boyfriend?" he growled and took a step in your direction. You didn't back down.

"No. I want this Satoru to stop hurting his best friend."

"Best friend? You mean Brutus over here?" he slightly kicked Geto's leg.

Meanwhile Geto started to rise up from the ground. First his head, then torso. His whole world was spinning but one thing he knew for sure: even if Satoru loved you as he claimed, he still can't hold himself while angry. He never could. Geto needs to take Satoru's attention away from you.

"And since when," Geto groaned as he now fully stood up from the ground, "do you concider yourself Ceasar?"

Gojo turned around. "Finally ready to fight back?" he clenched his fists.

You grabbed his arm in a weak attempt to hold him back. "Satoru please, fighting won't achieve anything!"

"Let go!" Gojo yelled at you but you didn't listen.

Gojo forcefuly pried your fingers open and slipped his arm from your grasp. He used the momentum to swing at Geto but he was already moving. Gojo grinned as he missed. "Finally some fun Suguru!"

Geto didn't plan on hitting back. He kept evading every attack thrown at him by his best friend. What worried him more was the fact that you were still out and dangerously close.

Geto grabbed the collar of Gojo's shirt and swung him away from the front porch. Away from you.

"Get inside," he told you and aproached Gojo.

"I'm not even worth a hit from you?" Gojo slicked back his bangs and prepared to fight again.

Geto shook his head and took a fighting stance as well. "You're still my best friend Satoru."

"It's Gojo for you now," he growled and swung at him again. Geto blocked. Again and again. You only watched unable to move or do anything. You've never seen Gojo this angry before. This needs to stop before anything worse happens.

Just as that thought entered your mind Gojo landed the most brutal right uppercut yet and Geto stumbled back a little. Once you saw him spit out blood you moved.

"Both of you stop it!" you yelled and stood right between them. Not the smartest desicion but you didn't care. Blood rushed through your body, pumping adrenalin into every cell, but the fear of these two beating eachother even more was greater than the fear of either of them hurting you.

Gojo breathed heavily. His hands were shaking, wanting to hurt. But his mind still saw you as something he needed to protect. "This has nothing to do with you," he took a hold of your upper arm and moved you away. However because of his own adrenalin filled body he didn't regulate his strength correctly and instead of light hold he grabbed your arm to the point of bruising and instead of moving you he shoved your whole body aside. Yelping you stumbled, lost your balance and fell on your hands and knees.

At that moment Geto lost it. He used the moment Gojo checked on you behind his shoulder to land his first hit, making Gojo's nose bleed. He hunched over, shocked at what just happened. Geto then kicked the white haired man to the ground. Gojo tried to stand up but Geto was already sitting on his chest, each of Gojo's arms locked in place by Geto's knees.

Gojo grinned, blood from his nose colored his teeth red. "Look at you go Geto. What're ya gonna do to me now, huh? Eye for an eye?" he mocked, but his eyes held fear.

Geto's grip on the collar of his shirt tightened. He closed his eyes in thought. When he opened them his whole expression realxed. No. It became neutral. He dropped Gojo and stood up. "Now you'll go home and calm down," Geto wiped blood from his face. "I don't want to see you for at least a month, you hear me?!" he yelled.

Gojo stared at what he used to concider his best friend. As he stood up he glanced at what he used to concider the love of his life. Now, he has exactly what he feared, no one.

"A month? Buddy, I never want to see you again," he spat and left wiping his bloody nose.

Geto stood there, watching his best friend walk away from his life. He took a deep breath in and out, trying not to cry. Something touched his shoulder and he jumped. It was you.

"You need to patch up," you gently pulled his arm towards Shoko's house. At first he was tempted to let you but soon he pulled his arm from your grasp. "Shoko would kill me if we messed up her house. Besides I don't want to trouble her anymore..."

"Then let's go to yours. Your face is a bloddy mess. We need to take care of it before you get infection in your wounds," you insisted.

Geto thought about it. In the end he nodded and slowly limped away from Shoko's with you by his side. The calmer he got the more pain he started to feel and the more difficult it was for him to walk without support. You took his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders encouraging him to lay some of his weight on you. At first he resisted but soon enough he gave up and leaned on you for support.

When the both of you left Shoko's the sun was still pretty far from horizon. By the time you reached Geto's the sun was nearly almost hidden behind a hill.

He unlocked his house and you lead him to sit on the nearest flat surface. "Do you have a first aid kit somewhere?" you asked and looked around. You've only been to this place once a long time ago. Nearly all furniture has been moved from its original place. You quickly snapped from your daydreamed state. Geto first, everything else later.

"In the kitchen," he motioned his head down the hall across from where he sat, "try some bottom drawers. It should be a white box."

You nodded and looked for it. It took a while but soon enough you came back to Geto with a white box in your hands. First you desinfected his wounds, cleaned the dried blood and took a good look. You should've informed Shoko. His nose didn't look broken, but there was already a black eye forming with countless of smaller bruises and cuts already decorating Geto's face. You softly caresed his cheek while cleaning deeper cuts. You were so focused on your work you didn't even notice Geto's eyes on you. This is what he dreamed of. Your soft hand on his cheek, face so close to his he could feel your breath on his skin. If only it was under better surcomstances. He finally had you in his life, but at what cost...

After you finished cleaning you fished out some band aids from the box and put them over all of Geto's cuts. In the end he looked real comical. The only band aids he had were pirate and butterfly ones. You chuckled to yourself and started cleaning his cut up knuckles.

"What?" Geto softly asked.

You shook your head. "Nothing. Just," you tapped one of the band aids on his face, "you have a nice taste."

He smiled and shook his head a little. "A family friend of mine has two girls, twins. Sometimes they need babysitting and you know how restless little children can be. They didn't like the plain beige band aids so I got these."

"That's so sweet," you cooed. This soft and conciderate side of Geto was something new and unexpected, but not unwelcomed.

Geto didn't respon and instead looked at your joined hands. You neglected cleaning his cuts and opted to hold his hand instead. Neither of you looked up, just stared at your hands. His huge, rough and blodied dwarfed yours. He brushed his thumb against the back of your hand and you squeezed. Both of you were going through a huge loss now. It hurt. You were tired. You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt Suguru's free hand brush away one of your tears and cup your cheek. You leaned into it and let out some sobs. He pulled you into his lap and held you, letting out his grief as well.

For around an hour of both of you crying and silently comforting eachother you pulled away from him first. You cleared your throat and awkwardly avoided looking at him. What now? All your things were at Shoko's. It was dark outisde already and Suguru lived pretty far away. It would be pretty dangerous walking out now and get back from part of the city you've never been in, and you can't exactly ask Suguru to acompany you. He has had enough for today.

As if reading your mind he lightly tapped your shoulder. "You can stay the night if you want. I'll go with you tomorrow to get your things."

You looked up and into his eyes. Despite of what happened today his purple eyes held nothing but peace. "Thanks. But what about Shoko? Did I broke you all up?" you ask. Guilt gnawing on you once again.

He didn't say anything for a while. Then he spoke up. "I think it'll be fine in the end. Shoko previously complained about not having enough time to study for her nearing finals anyways, so this 'break' situation will be quite benefitial for her. Besides," he chuckled to himself, "I always felt like she was suffering while hanging out with me and Gojo since highschool."

You hummed. His words made sense, but you were still concerned. Shoko's finals will be over before any of you can even blink and then what? Will she be like a child of a divorce? Spending time with Geto, then Gojo and the two of them not speaking to eachother? "What about him?"

Suguru's eyes lost their peace momentarily. "He will bounce back. He just needs time for himself," he said to reasure bith of you. In reality he had no idea what will happen. Gojo was always unpredictable to a level. What if even after a decade he will still hold resentment towards him?

Your yawning brought him back to present. He's here. You're here. He can worry about the future later.

"I can sleep on the couch," he moved your from his lap and stood up, "come, I'll show you my bedroom and give you some clothes to sleep in."

In his bedroom he fished out an old oversized black shirt along with his old shorts and handed them to you. As he was about to walk out to let you change and get comfortable in his bed you stopped him by hugging him from behind.

"Can you stay please?" You whispered. "You don't deserve to be alone now."

He caressed your hand over his belly. "Neither do you."

And that's how both of you eneded up in Suguru's bed, laying side by side. Both of you stared at the ceiling, wondering what future holds for both of you. One thing's for sure: you need to heal. Him probably more than you. Before drifting off to sleep you took his hand and slightly squeezed, telling him you're there for him. He intertwined your fingers and held even tighter, showing you the both of you are in this together.

A/N: i would end it here if you don't mind, my mood is finally good enough to not cause me to cry myself to sleep and i would like to keep it that way. Thank you all for reading!

[governmentofficial]

"So, how long have you two been sleeping together?" from Clover, because if Myc is gonna marry Caesar one day then he should have to deal with the annoying little sister lol

General Sentences, Vol. 12

If Mycroft were to have been asked about it beforehand, he would have said that it would be his sibling that would be the menace of his relationship. However, as he sat on a sofa in the Flickerman household, waiting for Ceasar to finally finish getting dressed for their date, it was quickly becoming clear that his belief had been incorrect.

She was surely too young to be asking that question with the aim of having it be a euphemism, no? So... What was she asking, then? If they slept in the same bed as each other? Why would she want to know that?

For a moment, all Mycroft did was blink in silence at Clover, a frown slowly forming across his face. Eventually, though, he figured he had to say something or - as it would were Sherlock in the room - the questions would only get worse.

"Well, we don't live together, so we don't sleep together every night, and we certainly didn't sleep in the same bed immediately, so I suppose... Two and a half months now? Does that answer your question?"

This was very awkward. Mycroft could only hope that Caesar would be done soon, and they could leave before any more strange questions were put to him.

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Random stuff that happened to me in the mental hospital

I was in a mental hospital last year for a lego step attempt and it was lowkey kinda fun

My roommate was the loudest breather when she slept like stealing all the air when she slept loud

A girl showed this one girl her titties and the girl started crying saying "I finally saw my first pair of titties."

I got tired in the day room and they didn't allow us to go to our rooms so I just lied down on the floor and went to sleep

*talking to tech* "If child kidnapping laws didn't exist could you take me home with you"

I got in the shower and didn't expect it to be freezing cold and screamed like a hyena 💀

It started snowing while I was in there and I would climb on the air conditioner in my room to see the snow since the windows were blurred except for the top of them

The mattress they had in there felt like rock and I kept forgetting that and I would go to throw myself on it and felt like all my bones turned to dust

Random stuff people said:

"I work as a manager at chick-fil-a." "BUT YOUR A LESBIAN-"

"I would definitely date every single one of you if you guys were the same age as me."

"These eggs are crustier than my damn hairline."

*tech goes into other room telling me to go in my room* "Im not even here, I'm a hallucination. How can you prove I'm not just a figment of your imagination?"

"Its already 9 45 where are the sleepy drugs"

"What's your type?" "The dude on the little ceasars pizza box." "No your blood type."

"Why are you crying?!" "I finally saw my first pair of titties-"

"Im as flexible as the bars in the cell Jeffrey Epstien committed unalivent in."

"Am I.....a badass motherfucker?"

"I scared my brother from behind once and i think he jojo posed out of fear-"

This girl came into the day room crying after phone calls because she called her boyfriend and he got mad at her for being in the mental hospital again (and I'm pretty sure he broke up with her) so we gave her these revenge ideas:

"Cut his dick off, mail it to his mama for Christmas merry Christmas bitch."

"Wait until he's in the shower then grab a belt and just start whipping the shit out of him."

"Make him a nice breakfast, some sausage some bacon y'know all that good stuff and then pour all the grease on his dick."

"We should all break into his house and put itching powder in ever single one of his boxers."

Me and my roommate wanted to sneak snacks in our room and I was the only one with a hoodie so we started just absoultly filling my hoodie to the brim with snacks in my sleeves, my hood, my pockets etc.

I'll maybe do part two if people like this idk-

[the-lord-of-the-things]

Self and Meet Strange for Micky!

How is your OC's relationship with themself? Does your OC like who they are? Is there anything about themself that they would change? Micky's connections with himself after Goodsprings is ultimately rooted in the fact that he was basically winging it until his memories came back, except they... never did. He's an odd mix of sure of himself with how he acts and carries himself, but that 'him' he's sure of is nebulous at best. A lot of his post Goodsprings existence is defined by his relationship with others and what he can do for other people, and it takes a lot of time for him to rebuild that core of self-identity. It's mostly after Lonesome Road and learning some of his past (and possibly recovering some of his memories) that he gets a more concrete sense of self. What's the most memorable way your OC has ever met a new person? Was it a good experience? Bad experience? Just plain weird? How's their relationship with that person now? Now that's a good one, Micky is usually the memorable meeting for others. It's probably a very obvious choice, but I think the crown has to go to Benny- hard to one up 'getting shot in the head' as a first encounter. Micky has a curious lack of resentment over the whole getting shot deal, he's moreso curious about the why of it than anything. He almost comes to respect Benny for being so ruthless- likely helped by Micky not liking House that much. He can get why Benny went 'screw this guy'. I actually have a headcannoned version of their interactions at the Fort and post. Micky slipped Benny a stealthboy and bobby pins while taking Maria off him, but made it clear to sneak out -after- he was gone, covering it by telling Ceasar to crucify him. Later they meet up again at the Goodsprings bar post game, where Micky makes it clear that hey, no hard feelings. But also if you try any shit now that I'm the one basically in charge, you're going to end up as a meat pinata for the deathclaws south of Vegas. Depending on what I feel like inflicting on Micky postgame, he might even invite Benny back as an advisor since at the very least he knows how to run a Casino, with the aforementioned 'meat pinata' threat to keep him in line. Also Micky keeps Maria no matter what. Thats his gun now. And to answer the most important question: yep. Micky slept with him. Not the wildest place his libido has lead him to but definitely Up There.

[zarynathehunder4634]

Fictober 2023

Fandom:Jojo part 2

Fanfiction

Characters:Joseph and Ceasar

In this work I'm changing what happened at the end of part 2.Mentions of what was about to happen, spoillers.

Warning about blood and injuries.

Joseph comforts Ceasar

Day 7 Do you recognize this?

Months had passed now from the day that Joseph had won against the mighty Pillarmen... Months from the day Wammu had... Injured Ceasar to the brick of death.If they hadn't gotten there on time Ceasar would-Ceasar would have died on that day. Even if it had been months ago Joseph still had many and long nightmares... Nightmares of that day. Nightmares of him and Master Lisa Lisa not being fast enough. Fast enough to reach Ceasar. And this suffocating nightmares always woke him up, disabling him from falling asleep after them. Only his friends company made his fear of loosing his friend once and for all go away. But Ceasar... Wasn't awake to help him with them. No... Ceasar was the one in a coma and in need of help. But even if the blonde was in a coma even his presence was enough for Joseph to calm down and fall asleep. So this days Joseph found himself sleeping next to Ceasars bead the days that he had nightmares. And even if Ceasar was unconscious his presence was enough to soothe Josephs nightmares away. Some days when Joseph couldn't sleep right away again he watched the blonde from his chair while he slept. He looked so peaceful while he slept, Joseph had never seen him so peaceful. The bruenette couldn't help but talk and talk to him as he always did. Only this time Ceasar couldn't brush him off or walk away-Joseph talked about his day, sometimes his nightmares, sometimes joking arround. He couldn't help but expect Ceasar to wake up laughting. Which never happened. -Joseph couldn't help but want to hug Ceasar tightly either. He thought he had lost him back then. He wanted so badly to grasp his friend in a hug and never let go again. He wanted to keep him as close as possible. Sometimes he had to relish this overwhelming tears on Ceasars shoulder. It didn't matter that the blonde couldn't hear him, he just needed his presence for those times... Joseph tried, he really did to keep this smile on his face even if his friend was at a coma and at the first time it was easy but after some months... He couldn't take it anymore. Master Lisa Lisa and Suzie Q had seen it, his smile dropping... Disappearing. They tried, he had to say they did. They tried to cheer him up. But it wasn't helping. The months didn't stop passing and Ceasar... Hadn't woken up not even a little bit yet. One day Master Lisa Lisa had taken Suzie Q out for shopping and had left Joseph alone with Ceasar.... Joseph decided to try and spend the afternoon with Ceasar like they always did. He got back into Ceasars room finding him as usual unconscious laying on the bead.

Joseph:Hey Ceasarino Master Lisa Lisa and Suzie Q are out, they went for shopping so you know what this means right?(No answer as always. But it didn't matter. The bruenette just continued... As he always did.) That's right we have the hall place for ourselfs (he said enthusiastically) so... I don't know about you but there is an Italian movie on the TV that I want to see so how about we go to the living room and watch?

Again no answer.... This time the bruenette didn't wait for an answer and hugged the blonde close to him as he pulled him closer to himself and eventually out of the bead. Joseph now got up with an unconscious Ceasar in bridal style being on his arms. Ceasars head fell against the bruenetts chest with one of his arms falling down and the other above his abdomen. Joseph didn't move for a bit checking if he had caused pain to the blonde. Ceasar didn't bangs from the action not even a little bit. The good thing is that he didn't give any sights of pain either. Now that he was at his arms Joseph noticed that he was lighter. Sure he had noticed that Ceasar had lost weight all this months. But he didn't realise it was on this extend. Ceasar was almost weightless. Sure they were feeding him through a tube and sure it wasn't much but he didn't expect it to have affected him to this extend. Joseph now took him towards the living room where he had opened the TV and had made warm chocolate... For the both of them. The movie was starting and Joseph sitted down on the sofa now and moved Ceasar so he would be laying on the bruenetts feet while he was laying on the sofa.

Joseph:look, the movie is starting(he said as he took a seep of his chocolate) Hey Ceasar I made some for you too

It turned out that an hour later the movie was boring. Nothing Indresting had happened and half the movie was over already. Joseph sighted. So much for the movie. He reached for the computer next to him when he felt Ceasars head move on his legs and he stopped to look at his friend. The blonde had sifted his head to the side and was frowning. Oh no. Had he done something to agrevate his injuries? Without wanting to? This was bad! What was he supposed to do now? -Green eyes blinked open with deficulty and fighted to stay awake. The bruenette couldn't believe his eyes as he saw those green eyes finally open, after so long. He had missed looking into them so long. So, so long. Those eyes where also trying to blink into focuse he soon realised as Ceasar brought his head upwards again. And Joseph realised he had to get the blontes attention if he didn't want him falling back asleep. So he waved a hand above those green eyes.

Joseph:C-Ceasar? Hey Ceasar

(No answer. Ceasar continued blinking unfocused. Joseph now that he looked into them could see that they were fixed in pain while they were unfocused)

Joseph tried clapping his fingers together to grab his attention now:Ceasar? Hey Ceasarino?, earth to Ceasar? Ceasarino?

The added sound seemed enough to grab the blendes attention as now those eyes focused on him

Joseph:Ceasar? Ceasar can you hear me?

Ceasar:Y... Yes(he tried to say in between coughts, his voice barely getting out, no doubt due to no use)

Joseph: C-Ceasar?

The bruenette said, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that Ceasar had finally, finally woken up after all this months. Tears were gathering on his eyes and he didn't realise when they had dripped down from his face to Ceasars. The other man was startled by the different touch so the bruenette used his free from the chocolate hand to wipe them away. That seamed to grab Ceasars attention fully as now his eyes came up and focused on his own.

Joseph:C-Ceasar? Do-Do you remember me?

Ceasar:Huh? Afcors (a cough) I remember(another cough) you idiot(he tried to say with a raspy voice)

Joseph couldn't help but relish a relaxing breath to that

[thehooliganhangoutspot]

You know what’s so funny about all of this? Jessica is starting to mirror Derek Luh’s posts now. He’ll write “chicken parm and a ceasar salad” and on Jessica’s most recent posts, she’ll randomly type about “burgers” and “lemon pasta”. Very sus.

She is also liking a lot of Derek’s pictures too. Bruno has competition. He has no right to get jealous because he left her and has slept around ever since the broke up last Spring.

People in her comments won’t let Jessica enjoy a new man without inserting Bruno.

[axgmented]

Rem is being uppity today. Bit too annoying. Bit too mouthy. He's got a fix for that. Cloud waits until he has the opportunity to walk around her nonchalantly, only to place his hand atop her head right when she was within reach. Like a toaster to a bathtub.

@shinramade

A break between filing paperwork, stalking the halls and terrifying the new recruits with her famous little parlour trick with her pupils-- it's been a good day. She's lingering in the break room, bent over the fridge before finding her meal, pulling it from the fridge and wandering to the microwave to heat it up; her body bouncing on the tips of her toes. She's slept-- marvellously without the help of the little blue or white pills Rufus usually has her consume thirty minutes before she's to wind down from the day. It was restful-- no tossing and turning, no screams ripping from her throat like a rabbit. Rest always makes Rem cocky, mouthy and a bit overbearing for people. It's understandable why some keep their distance when she's like this: Rem's just in high spirits and no one knows how to take her.

She watches the container lazily turn on the plate, mouth nearly filling with drool at the chance to taste the leftovers. Chicken bruschetta was slowly becoming her favourite; while it was heating up, she wandered over to the seat she'd claimed, pulling the top off of her salad before giving it a little shake. ceasar on the menu with pepper and romano dressing-- god, she can't wait to eat it. She gets no warning when he enters the room, too engrossed with the need to silence her growling stomach; maybe that's why she's so ignorant to the fact that he's coming closer.

She turns, eyes widening for a fraction before she feels his hand reach the top of her head; those fingers tangle in her hair ever so slightly and her body locks up without her command. A grunt leaves her lips, a strangled noise gurgling in her throat before her arm reaches up to grasp at his wrist, with every intention of pulling it off but the moment her cold fingers clasp around his bony wrist the world goes black.

Flashes of Mother play behind those unresponsive eyes, body twitching and thrashing beneath her flesh; her hand falls from his before her knees buckle and there's a noise of her body just collapsing against the break room floor. She doesn't even catch herself, not even when the connection is broken. Her head bounces off of the floor, lungs trying desperately to fill again with air she needs but only pained gasps and a short bit-off noise of pain leave her mouth. System reset; reunion, home -- come home, join him, mother wants us back.

[nikkichen04]

Tumblr may 15

Today was so stressful. I was so tired because I had to wake up to go to my 8 am discussion. I slept for a total of 5 hours. Then, at discussion I realized I have so much Asian Am homework and I do not know how I am going to finish. After that I went to kerckhoff and did some chem homework and then I went back to Asian Am lecture. After that I ate a ceasar salad for lunch and then went to chemistry class. Then, I hung out at Kerckhoff and danced with my friends. I got dinner with Izzy, Heather, and Sarah which was so fun because I havent seen them in a while. Then I had a meeting, which was pretty stressful. Today, my jp was pretty stressed :( But she talked with her big and said that she was feeling slightly better after.

[flowerandblood]

If you reveal yourself, I'll take advantage of it! 😁

Where did the sacred and profane inspiration come from in your stories "Wicked prayers…" & "A Winter Beauty". This theme is quite interesting. 🤨

Aemond! Why him ? I know where my fascination comes from, and where does yours come from? 🤔

You write openly that you are strongly connected with art (school, work, probably and free time) and it is clearly visible in your works. And what else gives you a respite from everyday life? It helps to calm down the noise, to breathe? Sport, laziness, cleaning :D ?

I love music and I like to get to know people by what they listen to. So … ? 🎶🎵

Oh my! Okay, here we go!

1.I blame the show The Borgias and the characters Cesare and Lucrezia for that. Ceasare is the son of the pope and a cardinal, Lucrezia was his sister, during their lifetime it was rumored that they slept together. Historians argue whether these were politically motivated accusations that had nothing to do with the truth. In any case, in the series, their relationship was presented so aesthetically and subtly that it stuck in my memory! 💖🥵

2.When I saw the adult Aemond in the trailer for episode 7, I thought "Holy shit, what a harism!". His story, complicated character, appearance, everything! He's perfect for making history with him. Great actor, great character. 🔥🔥🔥

3.I love naps! I spend most of my time on art, it's also my job. I find it very relaxing to write fanfics! So I am resting here with you, detaching myself from reality - which in my case is very pleasant! 😂🙃✨

4. I put my favorites songs in my fanfics. Today for example I'm into song from Eurovision sang by Australian Band. 💖💖💖

[what-even-is-thiss]

Eh sure i don't have anything else to do.

Augustus is rumored to have sacrificed conspirators against Ceasar at the temple of Ceasar. It's not actually clear how true this was but he did do a lot of other weird stuff to compensate for how weak everyone thought he was. Rome's reputation as a city of marble architecture is entirely due to Augustus trying to make himself look cool.

Tiberius started a trend of accusing random people of treason and killing them which wasn't very cool of him. He also reportedly hired young children to frolic in caves. Unclear why he would do this. Possibly it was sexual. I sure hope not.

Caligula... oh boy. *checks notes* got really sick and almost died and afterwards dressed up as various gods, had himself referred to as Jupiter in official documents, tried to put a statue of himself in the temple of Jerusalem which probably would've started a war, built two of the biggest ships in the world at the time to have parties and sex on them, threatened to beat up the god Jupiter when a thunderstorm interrupted a dance show he was watching, set up a bunch of boats to ride his horse across a bay to spite a guy who said he'd sooner ride his horse across the bay than become emperor, and openly slept with other people's wives as a power move.

Nero, as said above, allegedly killed his own wife or she died in childbirth and afterwards he castrated a 13 year old boy named Sporus who looked a lot like her and made poor Sporus dress up like her and marry him. After Nero died Sporus was set to be executed by being killed during a play and he committed suicide to avoid this humiliation.

Nero actually didn't fiddle while Rome burned. In fact, he rushed back to the city to organize the effort to fight the fire when he heard about it. But when he was blamed for the fire he did actually blame the early Christians for it and kill them en masse. And light up his garden parties with them by setting them on fire.

Vespasian taxed urine for use in tanning and bleaching. Not exactly a coping mechanism but he did put a tax on urine. That's kinda weird.

Hadrian deified his boyfriend. As i said.

Domitian liked killing people. It's reported that sometimes he would randomly start laughing around people and when they asked why he was laughing he would say "I just remembered I could have you killed whenever I want."

Commodus *sigh* *checks notes* renamed Rome after himself because he claimed to be the reincarnation of Rome's mythical founder king Romulus, also claimed to be the reincarnation of Hercules and cosplayed as him regularly by wearing a lion skin, gained a reputation as the gladiator king even though he mostly just stood on a platform and shot at animals and on the occasion he did fight humans he only gave them sticks and sponges to defend themselves with, and reportedly one time when he was beheading ostriches he pointed at the ostrich and then up at the senators in attendance, implying that they were next.

Elagabalus was possibly a transfeminine person but it's unclear if this was real or if this was invented by Roman historians to make him look weird. Real name was Marcus but was nicknamed Elagabalus because he brought the worship of a god named Elagabalus from where he were born in Syria to Rome and insisted that his god take priority over even Jupiter. He was also 14 when he became emperor so that might explain the alleged mass orgies and child sacrifice. He also reportedly made a bunch of senators watch him dance sometimes. Possibly for religious reasons. Possibly because he was just like that.

Hadrian is my favorite Roman emperor because when his boyfriend died he coped by turning him into a god and accidentally made one of the most popular deified human cults in the Roman Empire.

Yeah it’s not beheading ostriches or dressing up a random teenage boy like his dead wife but I’m still gonna categorize it under Weird Roman Emperor Coping Mechanism

[imjusttpeachy]

sleepy angel. (c.h.)

Can I please request some cute corpse husband fluff. I really want something adorable and cute with him. Like playing with the readers hair and cuddles and that. -anon

okay yall i hope this isn’t too weird but i saw a tiktok abt it and thought it was the cutest thing ever and just— i needed to write about it. pretty short but i’m just getting back into writing sorryyyy

please check out the warnings!!

playlist

the licks - lavender kiss

wet bandits - movies as friends

puma blue - want me

dre’es - warm

daniel ceasar - get you

summary: reader is feeling a little cuddly but doesn’t want to disturb Corpse during his stream. who knew the floor could be so comfortable?

word count: 944

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, dom/sub undertones???, basically you sit on the floor and he plays with your hair pls don’t read if uncomfy with stuff like that

•••

You didn’t consider yourself a clingy girlfriend.

No, not at all.

It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.

Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.

You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.

Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.

The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.

“Baby, what-“

“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“

“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”

A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.

“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.

“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.

“Sweet dreams, princess”

•••

When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.

However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.

There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.

corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”

•••

@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar

@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute

@.jacksepticeye: SIMP

@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something

@.tinakitten: okay loverboy

•••

hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!

i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!

okay that’s it! thanks for reading as always, let me know what u think down below or in my asks! love you guys, hope you’re doin well <3

[looking-cool-joker]

Hi! If it's okay can you write a Wamuu x Joseph with a Pillarmen Joestar bloodline please?(Sorry if my english is confusing it's not my first language! ^^')

In this prompt Ceasar survived his fight against Wamuu so Joseph doesn't hate Wamuu like in canon, the even a strange attraction to each other.

The night before their fight, Joseph and Wamuu decided to had a ̎night ̎ together(their "night ̎ is just implied this is NOT a smut prompt) to evacuate this attraction between them and be done with it.

The rest happen like in the ̎Battle Tendencies ̎ canon but Ceasar is still alive.

But Joseph got unknowingly a "souvenir ̎ from Wamuu in the form of a bizarre and unexpected side effect of the wedding rings mixed with his ̎ night ̎ with Wamuu : he is pregnant with Wamuu's child.

Despite the situation being surrealistic, Joseph keep the baby and give birth with the Speedwagon Foundation's help, he marry Suzie Q but more as friends than as lovers, Suzie having a platonical affection for Joseph and wanting to help him to raise his baby.

The baby is Holly but with Pillar Man blood : she's very tall(as an adult she's almost taller than Joseph), she's physically stronger than average, had Wamuu's tan skin and his horn.

Since Caesar didn't die he stay close friend with Joseph despite the latter's "wierd-pregnancy-with-a-Pillarmen-baby-after-having-slept-with-said-ennemy-pillarmen" situation and is even Holly's godfather.

The Joestar after Holly(Jotaro and Jolyne) also got Pillar Men feature : both had Wamuu's horn and tan skin and are very tall(Jotaro is 205 cm and Jolyne is 200 cm).

Due to her Pillarman heritage Holly's life isn't in danger when her stand is awaken but she's weakened and is turned into a statue and will be like this as long as her stand isn't stabilized.

"Stardust Crusaders ̎ and the rest of the rest of JJBA happen like in canon but Holly still got her stand but manage to control it.

Then ̎Eyes of Heaven ̎ happen, JJBA characters are bring back to life, the Pillarmen included, the latters are more a neutral party than ennemies because there's no way they will follow the orders of what they see as food(Dio).

When the Pillarmen meet the Joestar group(both part 3!Joseph and part 2!Joseph are in the group) they got the shock of their lives to learn that a part of the Joestar had Pillarmen blood and are Wamuu's descendants.

An alliance between the Joestar group and the Pillarmen is created to defeat Dio and the Pillarmen teach to the Joestar with Pillarmen blood how to use their Pillarmen abilities(Wamuu also bonding with his descendants and daughter(Holly) when he meet her).

Joseph and Wamuu get closer and realize that their attraction for each other was still there.

After Dio's defeat and Jotaro rewrite the timeline in a more happy one where nobody die, the Pillarmen included, Joseph became young again despite the ̎Eyes of Heaven ̎ events being over 'cause when the timeline was rewrite something strange happen to him which awaken some part of Dio's vampire blood in him and while not turning him into a vampire make him immortal.

With the help of the Speedwagon Foundation in exchange of leaving humanity in peace, the Pillarmen became able to walk in the sunlight. Suzie Q decided it would be for the best for Joseph to get together with the one he actually love and after a long talk Joseph and Suzie divorced but stay good friends and Joseph and Wamuu get together and later adopt baby Shizuka.

I’m sorry to say that I’ll have to decline your request, I’m not comfortable with writing male pregnancy.

[sparklingdust4612]

(i am about to go on a full-blown rant about your everlark fanfic "Tides")

Firstly, the characters, Cato: Asshole as always, I dunno I just hate the guy no matter what. even though his actions pushed katniss into Peeta's arms, still, he's an asshole, womanizer, and a total douche-bag who doesn't give a damn about anyone. Snow: I never liked the guy but this fanfic made me love this dude (platonic and fatherly, I swear!) He was such an amazing, caring, level-headed, intelligent, and business-minded person and he even had a conscience and cared for people. WOW! never thought I'd see the day but you definitely pulled it off and quite amazingly so... Alma Coin: glad to see her as a straightforward lawyer with a no-bullshit attitude. Glad she didn't have some secret agenda. Katniss: Amazing, strong, resilient, business-minded, and caring. She has been one of the best characters in this fic. loved her role and character development throughout the fanfic. Peeta: amazing, supportive, caring, and responsible. Loved him and his silver tongue so damn much, plus the over-protective brother act was hilarious. Cinna, Johanna, Haymitch, Effie: Amazing and supportive friends with unique and admirable goodness in their hearts. Mr and Mrs Everdeen and Mellark: Both pairs of parents should get the 'supportive parent award of the decade' along with Snow. Clove and Glimmer: Hated with a burning passion. Toastbabies and other kids: Perfect cherries on top :D Madge, Gale, Rory, Finnick, and Annie + Ceasar and Messalla and the camera crew: Amazing and admirable supporting characters Delly: Loath her...

My favourite quotes and dialogue parts from tides:

1- “Because, Robby,” his mother would respond with her hands on her hips. “Everyone wants to see the wonderful children that I’ve raised.”

2- “You know I can see up your nose, right?”

Johanna flicked her forehead. “How old are you?”

“Okay, okay…”

3- “Have fun. Treat her nice. Give her your jacket when she pretends to be cold, and all that other shit.”

“Manners, Peeta,” Effie admonished him as she approached.

He smiled and kissed her cheek once more. “Give him hell, Effie.”

4- “Holding hands, huh?” Johanna whispered in her ear. “That’s practically necking in Panem, isn’t it?”

5- “Did you let him sleep over in any certain places?” Johanna asked, her dark eyes dancing. “Like maybe your vagina?” “No!” Katniss looked over to make that Prim wasn’t listening. “We’re waiting on that kind of sleepover.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Johanna smirked. “But, he slept over in your mouth.”

6- “Bed her well,” Prim replied with a salute.

He turned at her words. “Primrose!”

“I’m thirteen,” she said as she stood up, her eyes rolling in exasperation. “I know that you’re not exactly brushing each other’s hair in bed.”

7- "Cato didn’t look at me the way that Haymitch looked at Effie.”

“And, how was that?”

Katniss pulled away to meet his eyes. “Like she was the end and the beginning.” She gave him an anxious smile. “Does that make sense at all?”

8- “I guess you heard the good news.” She looked to Prim. “Your sister is a woman now.”

He wasn’t sure what to do so his hands came together into an awkward clap.

“Uh…yay.” Peeta gave his sister a weak smile, his enthusiasm failing him. “Should we go out for breakfast or something?”

Prim stared at him, her eyebrows raised, before letting out a laugh.

“You just applauded my period—I think that’s celebration enough.”

9- “Did you really have to tell him that I became a woman today? Does everyone in the world need to know that I got my period?”

Peeta scoffed at her. “I didn’t tell Cor—but, you just did.”

His sister pulled out her chair next to Cor, and sat down. She put her head down in humiliation.

Cor looked at her sympathetically. “I’m not very sure what one does in this situation.” He looked over at Katniss. “Should I give her money or something?”

Prim turned her head slightly. “That might help.”

“Prim!” Katniss scolded.

His sister turned to Katniss. “You’re no fun.”

10- ‘You have to kick ass while there’s still ass to be kicked’

11- “What exactly is wrong with the dress?” Katniss asked her boyfriend.

“Her…stuff is showing,” he replied simply.

Katniss turned to him. “Stuff?”

“He means my breasts,” Prim informed her bluntly. “Because Peeta just realized that they’re there.” She looked at her brother, her hands on her hips. “They’ve been there for a while, Peeta.”

12- “That is not Effie,” Haymitch told them. “That is the giant pile of hormones and fetus holding my wife hostage.” He shook his head. “She has not slept—so I don’t sleep.”

13- “Conviction is one of the keys to convincing people about your cause.”

“What’s the other key?” He twirled her and closed his eyes, hearing the swish of her skirt as they continued their dance. "Passion,"

14- “There’s a S-E-X scene in this play,” he told her.

Prim snorted. “I know how to spell and read, Peeta. And, it’s more of an after S-E-X scene.”

“You’re very out of your element,” Katniss told him with a smile. “But, I promise to keep you from jumping on stage whenever she has to pretend to have S-E-X, okay?”

15- “During this bed rest period, I’m going to recommend that you…abstain,” Mags told the two.

“Seriously?” It burst out of her mouth. “You’re sticking me in bed and I can’t even do anything fun in it?”

“I’m afraid so,” Mags said, her lips turned up in a small smile. She looked at the couple, “Welcome to Parenthood. There are a lot of sacrifices to be made.”

Peeta eyed her small bump, his hand reaching to caress it affectionately. “You two better be cute as hell.”

16- “I understand that,” he replied. “But, I can’t help but be cautious. I’m going to be a husband and a father. I’m going to be putting on the big boy pants.”

She snorted, her eyes going right to his crotch. “I think your big boy pants are the reason I’m pregnant.”

17- “No wonder you two got pregnant!” Johanna was looking through Peeta’s side table drawer. “All these condoms—” She grabbed a bunch and held them out. “—perfectly wasted!”

“Seriously? That’s all you have to say?” Katniss asked her in disbelief.

Johanna thought for a moment. “Can I have the rest of the condoms?” Katniss’ eyes widened at her friend’s words. “I’m kidding!” She reached over to pull her friend into a hug. “I’m really happy for you. You’ve wanted this for such a long time.” Then, Johanna crawled over to Peeta and hugged him. “Congratulations on your most righteous sperm.”

18- “You’re crazy hormonal—but, I crazy love you.”

“I get to be Godmother?”

“If you want,” she said. “Peeta and I have talked about it.”

Johanna snorted before leaning down to speak to Katniss’ burgeoning stomach. “You kids are screwed!”

19- “I won’t get to see Prim make out with her boyfriend in front of you!”

“Is that really your motivation to want to get up?” he asked her with a smile. “To see me writhe in horror as I watch my sister up on stage as she marries Rory and has to pretend sleep with him?”

20- “Our children are also growing at a rapid pace—and I feel a little bit left out on not being able to feel them like you can.”

“Oh don’t worry—you’ll get your chance to bond with the babies.” Katniss grinned. “It’s called diaper duty.”

21- “Katniss...” He shook harder to no avail. “Wake up…” Nothing happened and Peeta could feel Prim’s laughing eyes on him. “KATNISS!”

22- His fiancée started, letting out a snort, as she roused, “NOT AGAINST THE FRIDGE, PEETA—TOO COLD!” Her hands batted him away as Katniss finally shot up. Her eyes immediately went to a red-faced Prim. “Sorry…”

23- “Can I come in? Or, are you doing something that you’re not allowed to do?”Watch over us—but, not too much though. I’d hate for Prim to be angry because her potential boyfriends mysteriously disappear. She’d blame me first!"

24- “OH MY GOD!” They looked up to see Prim, smoky-eyed and in a pair of teetering heels, at the doorway. She met their eyes and grinned. “What a greeting.” Rushing over to them, she hugged her brother and then kissed the top of Katniss’ head. “Got a nice view of your dilated hoo-hah.

25- “Thanks for messing up with your birth control and having these wonderful babies.”

Mags let out a chuckle as she wrote in Katniss’ chart. “That’s quite an endorsement for botched birth control.”

26- tender hand pat. They had that special way of communicating as all twins do.

“Are you wearing shorts under there?”

“Of course, big bro,” his sister replied with a grin. “I’m not Johanna.”

“That was one time!” Johanna retorted,

27- “Also, please refrain from exposing my niece and nephew to this grossness!” Prim added as she took Robin from Peeta. She handed her sleeping niece to Johanna before carefully taking James. “No need for them to know that their parents are complete horndogs!”

“Well, little sister,” Katniss started. “They’ll have to understand that without that grossness—they wouldn’t exist.”

28- “Don’t get her angry. She’s likely to kill us all!” The two women looked to see Cinna and Portia at the doorway. Her co-partners grinned at the agitation on her face. “We’re just joking with you.” Cinna went to her and kissed the top of her head. “We’re all actually very proud that you went rogue and decided to mess around in your car.”

The last thing I wanted to say was, this story was such an emotional journey for me. The characters, how they had started, their emotional developments and in some cases, deaths have hit me straight in my sensitive lil heart. Although I gotta admit, wonderful storyline and amazingly well-written. You pulled it off perfectly!!

Write more :D and thanks for sharing your amazing works with us @jlalafics, it means the world <3

[sugabeaniee]

Best Part

Best Part - Daniel Ceasar, H.E.R.

Synopsis: Osamu recalls all the different reasons you’re his favorite person. 

Word Count: 414 words

TY @sugawaaras​ for the beta read 🥺 You’re amazing and I love you <3 

“You're the coffee that I need in the morning. You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring.”

Your relationship with Osamu had entered a phase of pure comfort. You both shared an apartment relatively close to his restaurant, and you were falling into the domesticity of living with your partner. At first, it felt a bit unnatural, suddenly seeing each other daily didn’t compare to what you were previously used to. Moreover, your relationship wasn’t secure from the clashes that naturally occur when two people begin living together. Slowly but surely, your routines began to align. It was the little things he’d notice, like how you would prepare his cup of coffee in the mornings so he wouldn’t have to worry as he rushed to work. You also laid out his pj’s as you readied yours, knowing the only thing Osamu would want to do when he got home was take a shower and hit the hay. You always claimed you didn’t mind doing such things as you were already doing them for yourself, so it wasn’t any extra work. Osamu appreciated it nonetheless. 

He loved coming home to see you fast asleep on the couch, the book you had been reading now on the floor, and your limbs sprawled in every direction. It put a smile on his face to hear your minuscule snores escape your mouth as you dreamt about who knows what. Osamu could sit next to you and just admire your features as you slept. The way your chest slowly rose and fell, or how your disheveled hair found itself across your face. He sat next to you with his knees up to his chest, arms propped up, just admiring the beauty he was lucky enough to call his partner. 

Undeniably, Osamu’s favorite thing about you was the way your face lit up when you laughed. The way the corners of your eyes would crinkle, and tears would always seem to form as you gasped for air. He loved the laugh lines that lined your lips, living proof that you were such a bright human being. He loved the cadence and tone of your laugh, the way it tickled his ears just right and made him smile too. Your energy was infectious and could always uplift him, especially after a long day of work. It was indisputable that Osamu cared for you greatly, or how you were always the best part of his day.

“Oh you're the best part.”