#once again thanku for the ask!!

[inismor]

YOU HAVE AN OC NAMED EZRA PLS TELL ME ABOUT THEM THATS MY FAVORITE NAME

AHA HI ANON HI!!!!! IM GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!!! [concerningly long inhale]

Ezra is my specialest little side character in a midwest-gothic-esque post-apo story i refuse to write out. I added a tl;dr at the bottom bc this ended up being quite the essay SHDHDHDHF...

(Quick intro: ~10 years after nuclear fallout in the equivalent of 2000's America, all the more developed cities have been destroyed and travel became incredibly dangerous. Life now mostly thrives in small, closed off communities and tiny towns, where without contact with the outside world the line between urban myth and reality begins to blur. Things get Weird™, old gods resurfacing and the collective human psyche manifesting in its purest form ensue >:))

Ezra (Ezra Owen) himself is a 17 year old guy living in High Hopes, the titular town. At a very young age he was "recruited"/"chosen" to worship the deity of isolation (not at all inspired by TMA:the lonely), made all the way easier bc of his tendency to be a loner anyway. Over time it evolved into His Whole Thing where he believed and *wanted* to believe that it's his true calling/destiny: he'd sacrifice larger and larger parts of himself to it for a sense of purpose, becoming utterly devoted to his solitude, up until he was about to make the biggest sacrifice of them all and pledge his humanity to the god. Unbeknownst to him, the story's main crew has been investigating the unusual paranormal activity for a while now, finding out almost everything about the situation from afar. They finally meet Ezra on the day of the ritual when they manage to barge in and intervene, explaining to him how he's been manipulated and there's thousands just like him, convinced by the heartless entity that they're destined to worship it while there never really was anything dooming them to this fate other than believing it. With the support of the newly found friend group (including a future partner) Ezra slowly learns to abandon the tragic role he's tailored for himself and takes first shaky steps in a world of human relationships. He very much stays a rather extreme introvert & still relapses sometimes, but now has a steady source of unconditional love and acceptance to return to looking out for him :]

TL;DR: my beloved religious trauma guy who escaped a narrative of his own making facing the ordeal of being known & learning to love it

[hyuckmov]

i just wanted to say that u literally are SO GOOD at writing haechan like… u must personally know him or something… LIKE i feel like a lot of ppl look over how he can be more serious abt the things he loves but also maintaining like a light relationship IDK… ur haechan is just so good… i’m excited every time u post…

this made my day thank u so much i'm so glad you decided to send this ask omg 😭😭😭 if people keep sending me asks like this i'm gna get a big head and just start writing whatever LMFAO (please don't stop)

but genuinely tho thank u for liking myyy version of haechan 🫂 he is very precious to me...i don't try to claim that i capture all aspects of his personality (or even rlly say that's the goal of my writing) but it's more of sharing my perception of him w u guys and my favorite details that i observe as a result of my serious haechan tunnel vision...just genuinely am always looking at him when he's in group settings or in the background of things and am so invested in any of his interviews <3

i'm really grateful he feels comfortable sharing his thoughts with us and even if it's all a curated image to make me fall in love w him then well....it's working....

[immortal-cataclysm]

HELLO um uhh just wanted to say hi and that i really love your art :3 i ended up kinda taking over my friend’s twitter account he wasn’t using like a year or so ago so i could stare at bedman art and you’re one of the artists i especially loved and influenced my art endeavors a ton ehe ^^

so uhhhh.. ye! just wanted to say hi! and thank you! keep up the good art friend i’m certain i’m not the only one you’ve inspired (you’re also very cool did i mention that already) ♥️

OMG HAI!! I'm v glad to hear such things ^^ I'm glad I could be inspiration for your art. Keep arting soldier 🫡

[uzurakis]

hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3

WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?

featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.

n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3

GOJO SATORU

the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.

"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."

he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."

you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. we’ve been fighting constantly, and it’s exhausting.”

the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."

tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.”

he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "you’re not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."

you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.” then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. “we keep hurting each other…”

his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."

NANAMI KENTO

nanami’s expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “please, sit down,” he said softly, gesturing to the couch. “we need to talk about this calmly.”

you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.

“why do you want to break up?” he asked, his voice steady and soothing.

“like i said,” stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. “i feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.”

he nodded, listening intently. “i understand,” he said, his tone even. “but breaking up isn’t the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.”

nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. “every relationship has its challenges,” he said gently. “what matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if we’re both willing to try.”

CHOSO KAMO

his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. “please, don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “you can’t just say that, baby.”

you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. “choso, don’t hold me back..”

he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. “i know it’s been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.”

feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. “i just, i don’t know what to do with us.” your voice breaking.

choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. “every relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and i’m committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."

he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend’s shocked eyes became wider. “what? no!” he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. “that’s not how you solve this problem.”

with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towards–”

“i’m fucking trying, okay?” you hurried to cut his explanation. “you always have a logical answer for everything,” biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? “but it doesn’t change how i feel. it hurts, and i don’t see a way out of this.”

megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “i’m sorry.”

“…”

“look, i need you to hear me,”

“i don’t want to fight either, heck, i’m too tired to argue,” he gently pulled you into an embrace. “but i don’t want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."

"let’s be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.”

@uzurakis

[genderlessdude92]

Hi, I really love your work! If your requests are open and if it's allowed, can I request for headcanons of Vox/Val/Alastor/Lucifer with their biological baby w reader?? I'm sorry if this is weird I just die for family dynamics😭😭 like, how would they act, would they be present or neglectful, and that stuff!! Ik it's impossible to have a child in hell but HEY. ITS FICTIONAL. It's really your decision if this is super fluff or super angst, but personally I believe it would be angst because it's hell and they are really famous 😭 THANKU

AUTHOR RESPONSE: First ask but urmmmmmm OFC OFC OFC!!! I’m all in for dis req :3 I feel like i absolutely will eat up Al’s part of this post so stay tuned. Other ones are questionable because idk if it’s OOC or not but…I’m just a girl!! >.< (I’m a genderless dude as you can see from the name ^^) I’m sorry i’m not funny- These might be short btw im rushing a little bit bc i’m trying to start a multi-chapter fix yay awesome but uhhh i’m still having fun with this 💋

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AL, VOX, VAL, & LUCI WITH THEIR BIOLOGICAL CHILD

(and reader that gave birth to em somehow <3)

PAIRINGS: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, Vox x Reader, Valentino x Fem!Reader (ALL SEPARATE) SUMMARY: Alastor, Lucifer, Vox, and Valentino are dads now. Aw shucks. (Headcannons) WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Breeding kink, (obv bc Val is in here), Val mention, reader is female because they literally gave birth to them, mentions of pregnancy, birth, Valentino being a weird fuck, Valentino again, unhealthy duck obsession in Lucifer’s area, Breastfeeding, Cannibalism, physical slaps, everybody being nervous shots but Vox, really rushed, lmk if i missed anything pookie (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

NOTICE: please don't copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But...thanks for liking my work !! >.< Property of @l4zyb0n35 and @genderlessdude92

Requests are open, support is highly appreciated!

〰ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ..。.:*･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧₊enjoy!~

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-Alastor is 100% nervous at first since he has to be the dad and his dad wasn’t…the best!! ^^

-But also doesn’t want to back away because, I mean, it’s kinda rude to just walk away from your creation that you INTENDED to make real.

-This gentleman’s baby was not an accident, I assure you.

-Alastor would absolutely dangle the baby off the edge of a balcony just to tease you.

-Also tried to feed the baby devil meat to make it a cannibal.

-Suprisingly worked.

-Um.

-He probably got taught to knit by Rosie so if the baby ever needs clothes he’s on it.

-Cradles the baby during his radio show hours, aw, and if the baby ever cries he immediately cuts to a quick song break.

-If both you and Alastor are like completely booked and can’t take care of the baby, he’s giving it to Rosie.

-Rosie can’t? Charlie.

-Charlie can’t? Cancelling all plans.

-He just cares for his bloodline, yeah?

-If the baby ever needs like a chewy sensory toy, he’s going to try and get one that resembles Lucifer.

-Like and apple or a snake OOO A SNAKE NVM

-Snake is better since it resembles two ppl mwuhehehe

-Alastor would be a great girl dad but in general i think he would be rlly doting to them.

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-Oh, you thought Alastor was nervous?

-Oh, you’re so funny.

-‘Cuz Lucifer is QUAKING once he finds out you’re pregnant.

-and expecting.

-…and that it’s alive and out the womb.

-Basicslly all because he wasn’t really in Charlie’s life that much.

-But you told him that this can be a second chance?

-Which made him cry more than he was before.

-Yikes.

-Feeds the baby the most fine meals to ever exist for a baby to eat, even tried to sneak in some wine in its milk bottle.

-Then earned a slap at the back of his head from yours truly.

-You.

-I see him as a helicopter parent at first, but then is just chill once they grow more older.

-But he’s like, devoting his immortal LIFE to this baby 24/7.

-The nursery is themed ducks.

-Everywhere.

-Sometimes you get dizzy when you walk in.

-He even wanted to name the baby duck.

-You slapped him again, of course.

-This man acts like a 8th grade frat boy whenever you breast feed the baby like he just scoots away gagging.

-Another slap.

IM SORRY-

-One time in bed you guys were like getting freaky or sum and then you but his nip

-“Honey…what was that?”

-“That’s just how it feels, Luci.”

-“…What?-“

-“When i breastfeed B/N.”

-“…Ew.”

-“BITCH I-“

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-Bro is so confident in being a dad.

-The first day after the baby was born he cancelled all his special guests on his show just for the baby to be the only one.

-This man is fucking insane.

-Puts this baby on his. advertisements.

-We’re talking billboards, pop-ups, etc.

-Only lets his supervisor babysit the baby when needed.

-Don’t expect Velvette or Val to even step foot near this baby without Vox in the room.

-It’s like a sibling love-hate relationship :D

-Now i wouldn’t say this baby was on purpose…most likely?

-But honestly, it might happen again because he thinks you’re hot pregnant.

-Who said that what.

-Omg who typed that???

-Fuck this is so short uhhh He like puts on child shows for the baby if they sit in his lap.

-But the baby never ever sleeps in the bed you guys share.

-not in a million years.

-Puts those shirts that look like tuxedos on the baby but they’re just printed on.

-Feeds the baby deer meat.

-Has a deer head mounted above the baby’s crib.

-Takes him deer hunting.

-Vox just needs em to learn early.

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-Valentino was “so, so careful” when you guys did it.

-and this baby was 100% and accident.

-obviously you guys couldn’t abortion because like some health reason.

-Val cried that night.

-It was kinda funny that he was crying to keeping a baby.

sorry not sorry

-When the baby is born,

-Oh god should i write that

-Uh

-He’s probably recording.

-Not posting just like…saving it.

-Guys, come on, it Valentino, you should’ve seen this coming.

-Deletes it later though fuck that’s hilarious.

-He starts whining and crying when he sees you breastfeeding.

-“Your wasting the milk, mi precioso, are you kidding me?”

-He’s like in the middle of being a good dad and a bad dad.

-Suprised he made it that far on the scale.

-whenever he’s busy, he gives the baby to some random star and tells them to bring them back by like 10:30 or smth.

-with a coffee order. Very iconic.

-Same idea with Vox and liking you pregnant, and tried to get you pregnant again but you ask him why he doesn’t have a condom on if you don’t have your pills.

-He gets frustrated when that happens lol.

-Can’t wake up the baby!

proceeds to wake them up each night

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END NOTES: zomg this was sososo fun to write <3 But it’s so fucking short and i didn’t even realize until i was done. I’m actually so sorry. I still like these headcannons, very humorous, very real, thank you for asking me to make this because this is my first ask i got, i still have exactly 16 more, so ur just a little lucky duck, asker. Support is appreciated! New multi-chapter fix i’m working on might be posted on Friday-Sunday!! Baiiii!!!!

-Lynn

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[rickittys]

i love ur workkk🙏🏽🙏🏽 are u able to do an aftercare headcannon with all the members please? legal line ofc

hi, anon!! i’m sooo glad to hear that, thanku for enjoying my writing!🥺💋

jiwoong immediately moves to cuddle and massage your skin. a gentle chuckle leaves his lips as he squeezes your trembling thighs, unable to resist pinching ur erogenous zones. “was it okay? you need anything, my love?” he’d whisper, playing with your hair, his eyes lovingly looking over your face. “i’ll never tire of being with you like this. or inside you like this…” you whimper as he shifts, his softening cock nudging your spasming walls.

zhang hao would playfully whine alongside you, mimicking your moans and begs from earlier. “wahhh, i worked so hard just now, can’t i get some love?!” he’d pout, smiling at your eyeroll. “fine you big baby,” you’d murmur, leaning down to kiss his forehead, birthmarks, and lips. “but you love this big baby, don’t you?” he’d ask, eyebrows wiggling. you’d let out a laugh, slapping his arm as he pulls you close.

hanbin (ugh!) no matter how long ur fucking had gone on for would put u first afterward. he’s got snacks, heating pads, bottled water, and ur favorite plushies stashed under the bed. “binnie, do u think my stuffies can hear us when ur deep in my guts?” you blink up at ur boyfriend while sipping juice through a straw. his hand rubbing your side froze, his jaw dropping, eyes widening, and cheeks flushing. “babe..!”

matthew takes a second to chug some water-understandable after the marathon you just had. your breathless weak form lay next to him as he turned back towards you and cupped your face. “woah woah babe breathe with me, innnn and outtttt, and look at me…” he’d whisper, gently bringing you back to earth. “yeahhh, there she is. there’s my girl,” he’d grin, pressing his forehead against yours. he’d roll onto his back, pulling your koala clinging body on top as he kisses your shoulder. “let’s sleep in tomorrow, yeah? and maybe have another round…?”

it’s kind of cute how inseparable you and taerae are once you’ve settled down. your chests pressed together, legs still tangled, you panted, gazing at his blushing freckled face. “what the hell happened to you just now?” you exclaimed, watching his eyes squeeze shut and cover his face, cutely flustered. “i don’t know either, angel,” he answered. “but..” he parted his fingers, looking at you through them. “it was good, right? like best fuck of your life?” you smile and nod, cuddling against his neck.

ricky quickly gets busy with leaving kisses and hickeys on your sweaty skin, helping hold your hips up while he his lips pepper along your spine. not that you have the energy for it but he takes it upon himself to gently maneuver your body against him, syrupy sweet praises filling the room as he holds eye contact with you. his face suddenly break into a silly smile, your eyebrow quirking up in question. “i just remembered your face after i flipped you onto your back from doggy and started mating pres-“ he chuckled, your groan interrupting him. “rickyyyyy..!” you squeeze your arms around his shoulders, quite embarrassed and slightly aroused. you gently smile feeling him kiss your head in response.

sweet and loving as ever, gyuvin smooshes his warm skin against yours as he gently kisses ur lips over and over. the sheets are sweaty, ur bodies are sticky, and its kind of a mess. but it’s your cute sexy mess, you thought, gyuvin’s head popping up to look at you as if reading your thoughts. “i don’t think we should get up, like ever again,” he said inquisitively. your jelly-like legs hug him closer as you out a hum of a approval and ruffle his hair. he suddenly turns his head to nibble on your wrist before giving you an adorably toothy grin, playfully biting down your arm as you giggle.

[lilystyles]

For a no strings blurb could you write one about Harry being sick and y/n taking care of him?

delicate.

a @lilystyles blurb!

my masterlist & no strings attached masterlist & blurbs masterlist

authors note thanku gorgeous anon for requesting! and as someone who has been so sick lately i was so inspired. MWAH!

brief description harry is sick and y/n takes care of him.

warnings! none so fluffyyyyy wordcount (1.4k)

sick!nostrings!h x reader

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Harry was a total and utter baby when he got sick. More than the average person, and though it could be annoying at times Y/n found it just as endearing as the rest of his qualities. He was too cute, how could she not?

She'd known this about him for years, and when they became roommates in Uni and she'd taken care of him for two weeks when he had a shocking fever the both of them should've known then they were destined for each other. 

She was reminded of this fact when she got home, Y/n had moved into Harry's house fairly soon after the wedding. It just felt right, and now she'd added all her favourite decor from her flat and it felt a bit like the two of them now. Not just him. There were touches of her all over the house.

Flowers in vases everywhere, her knitted blankets lazily thrown over the couch and chairs, her coffee table, her books, her clothes, her smell, and most importantly her. Harry loved having her living with him again, and it reminded him how much he'd miss having her in his home. Sharing a home.

She called out kicking her shoes off and unbundling her scarf, as she walked inside the lounge room. Normally when she got home Harry was on the couch watching telly, napping, strumming his guitar or cooking. But she heard nothing coming from the kitchen, and he wasn't on the couch. 

"H!" She repeated, curiously. She walked upstairs making her way to the bedroom. Surely he wasn't napping in there.

When she opened the door she found her boyfriend rugged up under the sheets. The only giveaway was his brown curls stuck out and the large Harry-sized lump under the dusty blue almost grey-coloured duvet. She walked over and dropped her purse and keys on the floor. 

"Baby," He rasped out. "Is tha' you?" He asked. He sounded breathless and his voice was hoarse.

She kneeled on the floor so her eyes were level with his. "Hi, my love, are you okay?"

He shook his head, as he squeezed the blanket closer. His teeth chattered. "I'm cold, n' my throat hurts,"

His face was pale in colour, a glisten covering his face, and his eyes had deep purple bags. She leaned closer to him and placed her hand on his forehead. He was boiling. She frowned.

"Gonna check your temp quickly, H." She said walking into their main bathroom in the hallway. She grabbed her first aid box from under the sink and dug around. Eventually, she found the thermometer, and some strong Panadol for him. She walked into the room and when she asked him to open his mouth he groaned softly shifting in the bed. Once the temperature came back it read 39.1°, which meant he had a fever.

She sighed. "Oh, H, you aren't well. Do you want some Panadol?"

He nodded, she popped two pills out of the packet and handed them to him. Before rushing to feed him some water. He gulped them down and swallowed with a grimace. She stroked his arm. 

"I'm gonna make you Mum's soup recipe for you." Y/n's mother was a Chef, she made the best food especially when Y/n was sick. One time during Uni Exams Harry called Y/n's Mum and she came down and visited and made a big batch of her soup and rubbed some weird-smelling cream on Y/n's chest and by the next day she was better, it was like magic in a bowl. Y/n didn't know how but she swore Mum's just had special healing powers.

She stroked his forehead, "And then you can have a bath, and you can try and get some sleep."

He nodded.

Y/n quickly made her way to the kitchen and grabbed all the things she needed. Her Mum had given her a book of recipes and she flipped to the page with the soup. Skimming over the words in her mother's soft cursive handwriting.

Slowly but surely she chopped up all the ingredients. It was mainly fresh herbs and vegetables. She put so much garlic she was sure their breaths would smell for weeks. But it always helped with a sore throat and made her feel better. She added lots of onions, celery, carrots, zucchini, and other vegetables Harry liked. Along with some freshly cooked chicken. She let it stew for a while, as the broth got its flavour.

She had a shower and changed into some pyjamas, combing her hair and applying some sweet-smelling creams to her skin while she worried about her sickly boyfriend.

When she checked on Harry he was fast asleep in their bed curled up on her side, hugging the pillow she slept on. She snuck back She flicked on the telly and sat on the couch while the smell of her wonderful soup filled the big mansion of a house. The telly was on some channel playing old reruns of films everyone's seen a million times. It was playing The Princess Bride. Y/n always used to watch this in bed when she was sick it was perfect because the kid in the beginning was sick too.

She loved this film. She'd seen it enough times to recite the words without thinking. After twenty or so minutes into the film, the soup was ready. She turned the stove off and put some bread in the toaster.

Just as she poured Harry his big bowl and coated his golden brown toast in smooth melting butter, she heard footsteps. He was standing behind her, the knitted blanket off their bed wrapped around him like a cape. He looked awful still, and sleepy. But gosh, was he handsome.

"Hi, Gorgeous." He said softly. His voice was hoarse.

She smiled. "Hi, I was about to bring you dinner."

"Heard the telly. Princess Bride?"

She nodded. 

"Let's watch it."

She followed him with their dinner and they ate together curled up real close, the soup was heavenly and warm. It was so soothing and made Y/n feel like she was a kid again. The toast was crunchy and delicious. She had a few more pieces and a second serving of soup.

Harry grew sleepy toward the climax of the film, his belly full and his clammy body warmed right up. It wasn't long until his head found its way to Y/n's lap. She was rubbing his head softly, her fingers running through his curls. He was asleep not long after her touches and when the film ended she got him up the stairs and put him in a quick bath before bed.

She helped him strip and checked the temperature was warm enough in the bath but not too hot. He hopped in and she sat on the floor beside him, making sure he didn't fall asleep in there. She washed his hair massaging the curls of his hair, and cleaned his body of his sweat. Helping him bathe. His eyes shut in contentment. The steamy water had helped him breathe easier, and her soup was doing wonders. 

When he got out after he was all clean Y/n helped him blow dry his hair quickly. His hands slid onto her hips under the big shirt of Harry's she was wearing and the loose tracksuit bottoms. 

This was love. Taking care of him, and not complaining once. That's how Harry knew she was the one.

Once he was dry she applied that cream to his chest that her mother used to put on hers. It was a mix of all sorts of things. She rubbed it gently over the swallows and moth ink and all along his chest and shoulders. 

"Turn around, I'll put some on your back too, H."

She gently massaged the cream onto his back and he sighed. 

"I love you."

She smiled even though she couldn't see him. "I love you too, Harry."

She picked some fresh comfy pyjamas for him and then they went to bed. The whole night she held him close and soothed him when he woke up in pain. For the next few days, she took care of him and held him however he needed. He eventually got better.

When Y/n woke up with the same flu a few days later, Harry took care of her too. Doing all the same things. Even with a red nose and glossy eyes, and she was coughing up all sorts of gross phlegm, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. 

Harry knew he was going to marry her one day.

BYE LOVE U

[aernx]

꒰ 💭 ꒱ OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! ˖ ⌨︎ ⁩◞❪니키❫

— 35 ! you’ll always be my winner

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OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! — CHP THIRTY-THREE

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guys this is it…it’s the end. STOP IM ACC GOING TO CRY RN 😭😭😭 this is my very first time completing a smau so i’m vv srry if the ending felt kinda rushed but thanku so so so much for u guys that hav enjoyed this smau 🙁 ty for those of u guys that hav stuck through this smau, i literally love u guys so so much bc i can’t believe u stuck thru all this even tho it has many plotholes n disappearing chars LMAO. i rlly hope u guys enjoy the smau, n if u rlly like it u can recommend this smau to ur friends bc we’re so close to 2k notes‼️‼️ tysm guys and for the likes, comments n reblogs. u guys always find a way to make me smile n laugh from all of ur reactions bc every night i post a chp, i’ll always be waiting for u guy’s reactions in the morning when i wake up 🤩🤩 once again, thankuu so so much guys, i hope i’ll see u all in the hee spinoff: it’s a wrap! (ft. our favorite pretty couple) i’ll try my best to improve my writing n avoid plotholes in this one! and as for new readers of this smau, i hope u guys enjoy binge reading it <33 i hope u enjoyed this smau ask much as i enjoyed writing it. lemme know ur overall thoughts in the comments!! byebye guys ilu smm. - with all the love, aerin xx

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[calqlate]

RE: LOVE & LIFE | THREE

— THOSE WHO SHARE THE MEMORY

SERIES MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader

SUMMARY: As the wife of the famous big shot in the wine industry, you have everything you could ever ask for — a beautiful mansion, endless wealth, servants at your beck and call... However, you lack the one thing you yearn for: love. With your beloved husband neglecting you and being stuck in a loveless marriage, you decide to end it all, only to be stopped by a man whom you have never met before, and who also coincidentally happens to be your soulmate. In addition, there just might seem to be more than what meets the eye in regards to your peculiar soulmate, and you just might have to find that out for yourself.

CW(S)/TW(S): contains mentions of suicide attempts

TAGLIST (italicised blogs are unable to be tagged, pls dm me with your updated username): @crescentmoonnn + @deeomi + @esthelily + @holaseniorahoe + @loving-august + @mshope16 + @needsleep3000 + @nerdiel-has-no-braincells + @saintbernardthethird + @seyboo + @thelonelyarchon

A/N: apologies for the wait, uni has been kicking my ass (i'm in my final year of bachelor's rn! wahoo!) which made my brain go to a stalemate for a while. bUTTT i've recently finished tale of the nine-tailed which caused my brain to spur into action again (everyone say thanku to lee dongwook)! without further ado, pls enjoy!

You were presently seated in the Third-Round Knockout, a Liyuen restaurant which was famed for its gorgeous dishes which had a mouth-watering taste. Zhongli was seated diagonally across you to your left and Ajax in front of you. It was an odd combination, really, having a meal together with your business associate and your soulmate in a fancy, high-end restaurant.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Zhongli's direct gaze on you. It was zeroed in on you, making it seem like he was scrutinising every square inch of your face, and yet it made you feel warm all over, making you feel... embarrassed, somehow? You could only take small sips out of your cup of tea, careful as to not burn your tongue.

(Your tongue, or your cheeks, either one was applicable in this situation.)

"Are you familiar with Mr. Zhongli's practice, Mrs. Ragnvindr?"

Ajax's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I'm afraid not." Oh no, was your mind preoccupied with other thoughts while Ajax was talking? "Could you elaborate on it?"

"I should let Mr. Zhongli do the talking instead," Ajax said, "It's better for him to explain his job scope."

"I am a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour," Zhongli spoke, "And I simply give people suggestions on how to proceed with their funeral preparations and which packages would best suit their needs. We have a variety of packages for everyone's needs, thanks to Director Hu's business-savvy mindset."

"I wouldn't have expected you to be a funeral parlour consultant," you said, smiling candidly at him, "If anything, I thought you would be an art museum director of sorts."

"He does look the part, doesn't he?" Ajax said with a laugh, "I once mistook him as a CEO of some sort the first time I met him."

"Oh, I understand what you mean," you laughed, "It's in the way he carries himself."

"And the fancy choice of words, too," Ajax chimed in, "That's not all: he's so unusually knowledgeable about every topic!"

"You flatter me," Zhongli shook his head with a smile, "I simply have a good memory."

"Excellent memory, you mean," Ajax corrected him almost immediately, "Anyone would kill for that kind of brainpower. Remember the time you gave advice to that one Fontanian guy who pivoted into film-making? He immediately made a whole lot of money with his debut film!"

You raised your eyebrows. If Zhongli was even adept at advising a novice filmmaker, perhaps he had some good suggestions for your new business plan you had in mind.

"Mr. Zhongli," the dark-haired man immediately turned his head towards your direction as soon as you called his name, "If you would be so kind, I would like to hear your opinion on my business plan."

He straightened his back slightly and interlaced his fingers together, interest piqued as his entire body was turned to face you as he spoke, "Sure, I am all ears."

"This is the business plan I had in mind, which is in collaboration with the Fatui Network..." You launched into your spiel, mapping out the business plan you had in mind (which all of the details had already been discussed with Ajax beforehand), and Zhongli listened attentively. After you were done speaking, there was a brief moment of silence.

"This is indeed a well thought-out plan, but could I make a few minor suggestions?" Zhongli asked.

You nodded, "Please feel free to do so, the floor is yours."

Zhongli began to speak his mind, pointing out what particular flaws and loopholes your business plan might have concerning your consumer base in a respectful and straightforward manner, and what particular negative repercussions might be incurred. You thought Ajax was bluffing when he said Zhongli was insightful; Zhongli was pretty much a wise sage speaking with all the knowledge Teyvat could possibly even offer. If he were a movie character, he would be the wise old pilgrim living at the top of some snowy, out-of-reach mountain that the main character had to climb for months just to reach him.

"...That is all I have to offer, and you might want to take my thoughts with a grain of salt," Zhongli concluded his verbalised thoughts, picking up his teacup again.

"No, what you've just said makes complete sense," you shook your head, "I'll adjust a couple of points on my end. Thank you for your insight, it was really helpful!"

As if right in cue, the food that Ajax had ordered arrived and was served on the table.

"Let's dig in, shall we?" Ajax grinned, and you mirrored his smile and dug your chopsticks into your bowl of noodles as a response.

Ajax left as soon as brunch concluded, scurrying off to pay for the meal first and apologising for leaving first due to urgent business matters.

So that left you and Zhongli alone, standing outside the restaurant.

"Are you heading back to the hotel, Mrs. Ragnvindr?" Zhongli asked, hands situated round his back.

The sun was shining in the sky, but it was not unbearably hot. On the contrary, it was warm and inviting, perfect for an afternoon walk.

You shook your head, "I was planning to go for a stroll. Would you like to join me?"

The man smiled as his eyes softened, "It would be my pleasure."

You and Zhongli walked along the roads of Liyue's capital, taking in the bustling chatter of people and the busy city life. Vehicles were whirring past the both of you, and the rays of the sun ricochetted off the glass panels of the buildings. Somehow, doing something as simple as going on a promenade was much more fulfilling than doing work back home.

"Oh, look! Roadside stalls!" your eyes brightened as you spotted a couple of stalls set up by the road, with old women managing them and selling a variety of trinkets. Without hesitation, you made a beeline towards the stalls, eyes scanning through the products on display. Zhongli joined you soon after, peering past your shoulder to peruse through the items on sale.

"It's nice to see you, Zhongli," a welcoming, gentle voice spoke, causing both you and Zhongli to look up. It was an old woman with her silver hair tied up into a low bun, and a pair of round-rimmed spectacles perched on her nose.

"The pleasure is mine, Street — ahem, Madam Ping," Zhongli returned the greeting.

"Ah, and who's this young lady you've brought along with you?" Madam Ping's eyes shifted over to you, and for a split second, you could see some sort of surprised expression in her eyes. However, it was fleeting and was quickly replaced by a warm gaze and a complementary, friendly smile.

"She is an... acquaintance of mine," Zhongli explained.

"It's nice to meet you," you smiled and gave a little bow (It's customary in Liyuen tradition for younger people to bow in greeting to the older folk, you remembered), then refocused your gaze on the items on display, "You have wonderful wares on display, ma'am."

"Take your pick, child," Madam Ping smiled, then bent over to whisper, "As Zhongli's friend, you're entitled to take one for free."

Your eyes widened into the size of saucers, "Oh, no, I can't do that! You're running a business here; I wouldn't want to make you lose any profit!"

"I insist," Madam Ping shook her head, then nodded towards Zhongli, "He doesn't have a whole lot of friends, so I'm happy to know he's made a new one. I guess you can say this is a little bribe from me to convince you to stay friends with him."

While you really thought you should not be imposing and picking out something for free, you knew you would offend this sweet old lady if you turned her offer down. With a smile and dejected shake of your head, you said, "Alright, then."

Madam Ping brightened almost immediately and you went about the stall, browsing through the wares, discreetly looking at the price tags and trying to pick the cheapest one so that you would not be the first step into driving this poor woman into bankruptcy (or whatever it would be).

Madam Ping shifted over to Zhongli and lowered her voice down to a whisper, "So, it seems you've found her again in this life."

Zhongli hummed.

"This is her last life, isn't it?"

Zhongli nodded, a bittersweet smile taking over his features.

Madam Ping studied his facial expression before speaking again, "You don't seem that happy to know that she's one step closer to reuniting with you."

Zhongli shook his head, "I am beyond delighted to know that she is not too far from reincarnating again and spending her next life forever with me, but..." Zhongli frowned before continuing, "I cannot help but wonder if that is exactly what she wants in her next life is all."

Madam Ping mirrored Zhongli's expression, but in a curious manner, "What makes you say that?"

"I was never her lover in any of her past incarnations," Zhongli explain in a slow manner, as if recalling an archaic tale from long ago, "I had always been a friend, a companion to her. In one of those lives, she told me that she never wanted to live her life like that, having me by her side."

He could remember it as clear as day. The day he saved you from drowning, his body completely drenched in seawater. The fabric of his clothes was clinging to his skin and his hair was tousled and damp. Your skin was pale and your lower lip was trembling, but most importantly, your eyes were filled with tears and you were hitting his body repeatedly.

"Why did you save me?" you wept as your fists struck his chest weakly, "You should've just left me to die!"

"I would never want to see you give up on yourself," he whispered as he swept a stray lock of hair out of your face.

You lowered your head and gripped his clothes, "Did it never occur to you that this was not the life that I wanted?" You raised your head to look at him directly in the eye, a sort of sad fury burning behind your eyes, "In this life, or in any other life, I've never wanted you by my side."

It was a painful yet memorable moment that haunted him every waking hour. Perhaps he had been wrong to even make that contract in the first place. All of this happened because of his selfish desire to see you again, to meet you again, to just stand by your side for another day. He had never once thought about what you wanted. And so, that day woke him up from his self-centered fantasy and caused him to question all his choices. Maybe he should have just let you leave and not hold you back. Perhaps that was what you wanted in the very beginning.

Madam Ping frowned, "I'm sure that's not what she meant. You know she's got a tender spot for you."

Zhongli lowered his head and stared at his gloved hands, "I hope that holds true, Streetward Rambler."

"Ma'am! I've found something!" your voice plucked the two old friends out of their little bubble of conversation, and both of them turned to look at you. You were waving at them, a smile in place as your other hand was holding something small in your palm. You looked so carefree and happy, and Zhongli could only hope you would stay this way forever.

"Don't worry too much, Rex Lapis," Madam Ping whispered as she gave the man a gentle pat on the arm, "I know she wouldn't blame you for your choices."

As the old woman walked off to talk to you and package your procured item into a small wooden box, Zhongli could only hope and pray that Madam Ping's words rang true.

[rozieramati]

welcome ❧

hi i’m rozie ramati <3 

i’m a musician. 

my song orange juice blew up a bit in 2022. ever since i’ve been thrust into the industry and have been working on finishing my first official album ✿

i just released a song called Drown in the Clouds of Dew and plan on releasing songs once a month until the eventual release of my album sometime this year (aiming august-october.) edit: looking like next year (2024)

i’m on here constantly. sharing personal diaries, poetry, music, and more. 

this blog is my creative capsule. i refer to it for all my songs and would not be able to make music without it~ it’s a huge part of my creative process,,, my sacred space <3

plz handle her with care, should u enter.... i want to lure in the ppl tht understand whatever it is this blog seems to radiate. i hope ur one of them. 

kiss, hug, heart, ((kiss again, if ur hot.))

p.s. mi asks r open ! ask me anything ❧

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why i don’t reblog, explanation:

one day i hope to have enough money to just make my own website so i can properly do things but i’m just a girl trying to be creative and have an outlet. thanku for understanding ❤︎︎

[toska-writes]

hello i just find u'r blog and immediately fall in love with u'r works, i just want to say thanku so much for all u'r beautiful writings! it's just not easy to find platonic fic and I'm really grateful to find u'r blog 😭❤️ if u don't mind please make more codywan x padawan reader, no pressure tho only if u want it. once again thanku and have a nice day love 🥺❤️❤️

Thank you! I love this ship sm

“Dinner Party”

Paring: Codywan x padawan reader (Platonic)

Warning: mentions of food and eating if you don’t like that kind of stuff but nothing else

Word count: 1189

Notes: so I didn’t do a great job with the Codywan and it’s mainly just Cody so…. I’ll have to give this prompt another go

Obi-wan tapped his foot absentmindedly under the table. Over and over again. You seemed to be the only one to notice as the rest of the room was filled with loud chatter from the many different senators.

Looking around for a second it seemed that Cody had also taken an interest of Obi-wand nervous habit- it was quite hard for a young padawan and a Clone commander to find common ground with the many different people that filled the room.

Of course your master didn't seem to have the problem when he wasn't lost in thought.

You had to admit Cody looked quite odd in a military uniform instead of his sunburst armor that apparently can come off. But a change in pace can be good sometimes.

As your master came back to reality since he wasn't really invested in what a highly decorated senator was saying he looked between the two of you clearly puzzled by your stares. "Is something wrong?"

Both you and Cody made eye contact and a huge smile played at you lips. "Oh no Master I was just wondering how you view Senator Gunrays insights on Coruscant and weather you believe in any of them."

He stared at you for a moment then shot a quick look at the person you were talking about.

A quick nod from him then he said. "Oh yes my young padawan it seems he did say some very interesting things." He fished around his mind for some words. "You can learn many things from the people around you if you just listen."

Cody leaned over from your left side giving Obi-wan quite the look who was sitting to your right, basically asking if he was serious.

"Any more insightful tips to give your padawan sir?." Cody said in quite the formal voice but his eyes said other wise.

"I'll let you know when I think of another dear" was all he quipped back when the clatter of dinner trays filled the room.

You felt a slight nudge to your shoulder as Cody leaned closer to your ear. "Thank the maker I'm starving."

You really could only nod in response since you were also ravenous and a plate full of food was being sat down in front of you.

It was your turn now to give your Commander a quick nudge as you looked to see his eyes blow wide, taking in the abundant food.

Looking at your own plate you felt sort of.... Disappointed?

Not that you weren't grateful to be sitting in a lavish room full of very important people about to eat a full meal that just came out hot, because you were.

The food just didn't seem right for you.

A lump of grayish blue mystery food sat towards the edge of your plate decorated with unusually green ferns.

The main course was- using your best guess some sort of fish. Forks and drinks clanked together as you watch many others enjoying what seemed to be the same meal, but the smell that wafted through the air from your plate made you question if they were really enjoying it.

It would be rude if you didn't eat it though right?

Picking your fork up after choosing what you hoped was ‘the right one’ from the multiple that sat beside your plate you gathers some of the food onto the fork.

To your right Cody clearly was trying to slow down but when all you get is ration bars this must be heaven. This was one of the many reasons you discovered as to why Obi-wan fought so hard for Cody to sit next to everyone at this party as an equal and not just a soldier.

The smell got stronger as it travels closer and closer to your face. I don’t want to be rude, you thought once again and stuffed the dinner into your mouth.

In that moment it finally answered the question of what the underside of a Bantha would taste like.

It traveled roughly down your throat leaving an odd burning sensation in its place.

“Are you alright Y/N” Obi-wan turned to you now as he once again somehow stomached the food in front of him.

“Oh yes master, just taking my time enjoying my food.” You reluctantly scooped another bite and ate that too under the watchful eye of your master.

Before he could respond a loud senator near the head of the table called for Obi-wan to be apart of whatever they were discussing. Weather it was an act under the influence or sober was up for debate.

You were grateful that something on the table was familiar and you downed that water like there was no tomorrow.

The need to eat food and the fact that it was gross was fighting with eachother inside of you as you took yet another bite.

If you didn’t want to scare the senators off by throwing up all over the table you decided for the best that that was your last attempt to be nice.

With a huff you leaned back in your care, crossing you arms over your front. ��Not a fan of the food sir?” Cody inquired setting his cleaned off fork nicely on the plate that matched it.

The best answer you could give was a simple nod then you had to add.” Since I’m telling you Cody it tasted like absolute bantha shit.”

Cody laughed at your remark nearly knocking over a few glasses in the process. The odd looks from other senators went unnoticed by the pair as they continued to laugh.

“I’ll have to be honest Y/N I think it was that too.” Cody added after you collected yourself.

“I can’t believe you ate that.” You laughed again. This conversation seemed more like two siblings joking at the dinner table then it did two commanders pretty much sitting in at a political meeting, strange how somethings are.

“I think I have a few snacks on the ship if you didn’t like the food but I’m afraid I can’t get them now.” Obi-wan added under his breath when he finally got away from the talking for a few moments.

“I can mange until then but thank you master.” Without another word and before being pulled back into another ‘very interesting’ conversation Obi-wan pulled some of your untouched food onto his own plate.

“No need to offend the chef now.” He spoke before his name was called yet again.

You felt Cody shuffle beside you, digging in the pockets he wasn’t every used to and tried to find something.

After a moment and satisfied with what he found he slid you something across the table. “Taste like sand but it might be a little better then nothing at all.”

You couldn’t even spare a question as you opened the ration bar and started eating it right away. “Is that the only thing you could find to fit in your pockets since a blaster wouldn’t do it?” You asked with a smile.

“Oh no Crys is just a picky eater.”

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97

[jjunieworld]

Hihi, I'm not sure if you're comfortable in sharing , but how do you have your fonts in different colors apart from the colors that tumblr alr provides? They are so pretty and I wanna incorporate them to my short stories too . Thanku!

hii!! of course i can share! the process i use is actually pretty easy, so i hope this helps :)) if you have more questions feel free to send another ask!!

i did this on my phone (iphone so sorry if this is different for android users!) but you can also do this on your computer and the steps are exactly the same! this tutorial is kinda long haha so the full thing will be under the cut! ♡

1. create a draft (it doesn’t matter what you write in it since it will be deleted!)

2. go to this website (http://patorjk.com/text-color-fader/)

3. delete all of the text in the message box and type whatever you want to have the custom color. for this example, i just chose “message example!”

4. choose the number of colors you what in the drop down menu under “# of colors” i recommend not going above 4 colors. the color presents don’t really matter if your choosing your own colors, so you can skip that!

5. where it says “colors” there will be various boxes with different colors. this is where you will import your hex codes. to get a certain color from a particular picture, go to this website. (https://redketchup.io/color-picker)

6. click where it says “browse” and choose whichever photo you want. scroll down to your imported picture and run your finger along the picture to whichever color you want. for this example i’m using the red color of zac efron’s shirt lmao. copy the hex code (hashtag looking thing).

if you want to use a gradient, repeat this step for however many colors you want to use!

7. return back to the text color fader website. input your hex codes where the color boxes are under “colors” by replacing the hex code that’s already there. once you’ve done that, click “choose”.

8. once you done that for all your colors, make sure you choose your “fade type” to be horizontal line by line. this will make sure each line of text has your colors spread evenly.

if you want one solid color, you’ll have to choose 2 colors and paste the same hex code in each box! for some reason this website doesn’t have the option to choose one color :(

9. click “generate color faded text” for your results.

10. in order to see what your colors will look like on a white background (i recommend doing this to see if your colors aren’t too light for those who use light mode), click the black box where it says “view against background”. change this color to white (#fff).

11. where it says “color code” copy the entire coding in the box. make sure you copy all of it, or else some of your text will be missing!

12. return back to your tumblr draft. click edit and then click the cogwheel in the top right. scroll down to where it says “text editor” and change the drop down menu from rich text to HTML.

13. delete the previous coding that is there after exiting the cogwheel menu. paste the coding you just copied in it’s place. after it should look something like the picture below. in order to see how it all looks, press “preview”.

14. save your draft and then you’re finished! after you can add whatever else you like to the post, such as more text or pictures!

for custom fonts that aren’t able to be used with the website, refer to this ask!

i really hoped this helped!! again, feel free to send another ask on anything you’re confused about! i’m kinda bad at tutorials so i hope this wasn’t super confusing haha ♡

[uzurakis]

apologies if u find this weird but it’s been on my mind for a while.. rotting my brain if u will.. jjk men being told by the others to keep it down while they AHEM fuck bc they could hear them😓

D★MN, KEEP IT DOWN !

featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. geto suguru. (characters are all aged up)

NSFW MDNI. explicit themes under the cut!

n. nonnie sorry this took awhile. i rlly like your request but i was contemplating whether i should make it a full on filthy smut or not lmao (i chose the latter eventually). thanku for requesting thiis, was giggling the whole time and i do not find it weird at all bb, it’s quite funny actually XD

damn, keep it down will you?

you guys are too fucking loud!

ITADORI YUUJI

“was it really that loud?” in the hopes that someone outside the room might hear you, you shouted. “sorry about that! we were just really into it!” itadori added, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

your laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, blending with the lingering excitement in the air. "really babe? 'we were just really into it?'" you quoted him, unable to contain your amusement at his witty retort.

"we are, right?" itadori exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with passion as he continued to shove it slowly in your walls. “don’t say ya don’t enjoy when i make ya like this, baby.”

you nodded, unable to control your arousal as you let out faint whimpers. "ah, definitely, yuu.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend's response was immediate, his tone tinged with irritation. "fuck off!" he retorted, frustration evident.

though you felt a twinge of embarrassment at getting caught, you couldn't help but laugh tensely at his boldness. "what?" he paused his pace and asked a question. you kept kissing him carelessly around his neck, saying, "no, don't stop," as he began to move slowly once again. "don’t be so mean, baby. focus on me."

his broad grin widened as he picked up the pace, having fun with those words. watching you act like a mess over him, megumi said, "mhmm, you don't need to say that."

"i'm totally focused on you."

GOJO SATORU

"guess we got carried away, darling,” gojo chuckled playfully. "seems like it," you agreed, feeling a rush of contentment wash over you. “i told you to keep it down, satoru.”

“hey, who’s the one moaning over my cock, baby?” he retorted, sometimes you felt like you wanted to slap that arrogant grin of his. “can’t put the blame on me like dat.”

“and who begged tremendously to let it in, huh?” you fire back a query, but he cuts you off as you feel it tearing your pussy even more deeply and forcefully.

you can't help but wail, "shit—ah, satoru," and feel his touch throughout your entire body, especially when he bit down the right spots. “keep it down? hell nah.”

“we’re just getting warmed up, darling.”

GETO SUGURU

"can't promise anything, but we'll try!" geto called back, a grin evident in his voice.

"will we though?" you inquired with a grin, as if it were impossible. geto returned your gaze, interlocking his hands once more as he bent down and kissed you on the lips. "that's why i said we can't promise anything, princess."

"but how else will the guys know we're having a good time?" he said, voice full of joyful mischief as he proceeded to work you through the sweet spot. dripping saliva as you sticked you tongue out and making a mess, unable to say anything since his cock has left your body speechless.

geto clearly understands your body, what it wants, and why it wants him.

"let me show ya how to make ya feel good, princess."

@uzurakis — rqs are open ^u^

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┃𖦹 I’M OKAY

SUMMARY: Ghost has came back from a harsh mission, most likely beaten to the core, and his S/o arrives worried sick. But, Simon can reassure her that everything will be alright.

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┃𖦹 THE BREAKING POINT

♪ SUMMARY: Y/N is a diligent worker, much to the chagrin of her partner, Alastor. Despite his efforts to get her to stop for both their sakes, Y/N remains steadfast in her duties. However, Alastor finds a loophole to this situation.

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┃𖦹 HOLD ME AGAIN

♪ SUMMARY: Alastor has been neglecting you ever since you guys had a fight. It gets to you. (MAJOR ANGST/MAJOR FLUFF)

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┃𖦹 Alastor x Reader who hates men

♪ANON ASK: “hai :3 can you do alastor with a s/o who is annoyed by men but she sees him and is like "but you're okay" because he's not a brute. it's like wow they're both mean to everyone except each other <3”

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┃𖦹 GENTLE, PLEASE!

♪SUMMARY: Y/N, like the nervous wreck she is, can’t stop spending her free time worrying over something that’s not even a big deal. Of course, one thing lead to another. (Thank you, Charlie, for letting them have the day off).

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┃𖦹 FORGIVENESS

♪SUMMARY: Alastor's work at the Hazbin Hotel keeps him preoccupied, leading to neglect in his relationship with Y/N. An argument later on arises, causing both to confront their feelings. Ultimately, they reconcile, promising to communicate better in the future. The story emphasizes the importance of understanding and communication in relationships.

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┃𖦹 A CLEAN MIND (First Part)

♪SUMMARY: After a long night of doing Lucifer’s Tango with the infamous Radio Demon, limbs sore to the brim, Alastor decides that it’s best to give his darling some proper aftercare. Of course one thing had led to another, but what would they do once they were caught in the net with a knock on the door?

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┃𖦹 AL, VOX, VAL, & LUCI WITH THEIR BIOLOGICAL CHILD

♪ANON ASK: “Hi, I really love your work! If your requests are open and if it's allowed, can I request for headcanons of Vox/Val/Alastor/Lucifer with their biological baby w reader?? I'm sorry if this is weird I just die for family dynamics😭😭 like, how would they act, would they be present or neglectful, and that stuff!! Ik it's impossible to have a child in hell but HEY. ITS FICTIONAL. It's really your decision if this is super fluff or super angst, but personally I believe it would be angst because it's hell and they are really famous 😭 THANKU”

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┃𖦹 PRECIOUS

♪SUMMARY: You and Alastor get into a fight because you’re just worried he got hurt after a fight with Vox. He snaps at you and…well, you isolate yourself. whoopsies!

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┃𖦹 STICKS AND STONES

SUMMARY: Y/N is shaken when Vox mocks her on live television with rude comments and even exposing her secret relationship with Alastor, too. Struggling with self-doubt, she feels inadequate in Hell's power-driven society. Alastor comforts her, emphasizing her unique qualities and their deep connection, helping her find solace despite the lingering hurt from Vox's comments.

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┃𖦹 IT’S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY

SUMMARY: In a tranquil meadow near Cannibal Town, Alastor, the Radio Demon, returns to the sanctuary he shares with his beloved y/n, seeking solace from his chaotic life. Upon finding y/n in a state of distress and in the middle of harming herself, he realizes the depth of her pain and the hidden struggles she's been enduring. Through gentle support and heartfelt conversations, Alastor reassures y/n of his unwavering love and commitment, promising to face their challenges together.

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┃𖦹 I’M ALL YOURS

SUMMARY: Alastor and his S/O face the intensity of rut season together, with y/n offering her support and revealing her innocence. (Yup, you’re a virgin in this). Despite initial apprehensions, their passion culminates in a deeply intimate experiemce, as well as a night to remember.

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Requests are always open! Notes, Comments, and are logs are appreciated! All writings belong to @l4zyb0n35 and @genderlessdude92

[yanderes-galore]

I thought about giving John a chance aside from the TONS of Eridan ideas, sooo.. Ye

fandom- homestuck

character - John egbert (romantic)

description- just some general John egbert headcanons with a troll darling, that is kinda weirded out with having a human in a quadrant

-Eridan anon (thanku in advance :p)

Sure! I don't mind giving John some attention :D

Yandere! John Egbert with Troll! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Matesprit ❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Slight coercion, Clingy behavior, Jealousy, Isolation,Forced relationship.

John is such a goofball in the series.

I'd also think he'd have the most quadrant knowledge of all the humans in Homestuck.

Mostly because Karkat tends to lecture him about it.

I could also see John trying things out with a Troll! Darling.

He knows about the quadrants of your race/species.

Yet he feels the safest option would be the Matesprit category because it's the closest to human romantic attraction.

However, most trolls find the concept of humans in a quadrant weird.

Some are fine with it, but it's just so new to you.

Even if you like John as a human you're still unsure of having him in a quadrant.

John's obsession would be quick to develop but takes time to show.

As in... John most likely knows how to hide his feelings as to not scare you off.

At first, John would just treat you as a friend.

He's friendly in your online chats and just loves to talk about his interests with you.

Sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his bad jokes.

He's a comforting and friendly human to be around.

He even attempt to listen to you speak about your interests.

Although you both experience some serious culture shock.

When he finally meets you in person on The Meteor, that's most likely when romantic feelings start.

He's accepting of you no matter the blood color and just loves to be around you.

For the longest time he's patient and tries to guess how you feel about him.

He doesn't want to ruin anything.

John is rather patient and for the most part he's grounded.

However he's also stubborn and can have his delusional moments.

John would take his time to try and let feelings develop.

He'll wait awhile before mentioning it to you.

He's no doubt asked Karkat for relationship advice.

The poor troll is always called for that.

Karkat doesn't understand why John won't get with a human.

Why you, a troll?

Karkat most likely stops questioning it and just tries to educate John as a friend.

Which leads into John asking if you have any... quadrants available.

The question perplexes you, yet John reiterates he hopes to be in a relationship with you.

If you refuse due to discomfort, no worries!

He understands.

John isn't going to just give up, though.

He's convinced you just need some more time.

That's okay... he'll wait as long as he feels you need.

He doesn't want to force anything just yet.

John will still try to be a good friend, even if you now express some discomfort about his feelings.

He just sticks around so close to you.

He does whatever you ask and still gives you those bad jokes you enjoy.

The issue with John is he's stubborn as said before.

At some point he'll ask you again...

And again...

All until you eventually cave and decide to allow him into your flushed quadrant.

He just loves you!

He loves you too much to just let you get with anyone.

He understands your culture requires at least two other romance options.

While he'll allow you to have those, he has to make sure you'll stay with him first.

Pardon him if he seems a little off.

He adores you and is extremely optimistic that you'll reciprocate in the future.

Until then... he has to limit your socializing for now.

He apologizes that things seem forced...

But he's so willing to try new things with you...

Surely you'll forgive him once you see what he can do for you, yeah?

"Would you... ever consider loving a human?"

[morbiderotica]

omg i loved the mello hcs, can i request the same but for matt? thanku

─ ★ headcanons ... tw: implied suicide, addiction + more.

♡ he was the last of the main boys to leave wammys

♡ he was pretty content with his life at wammys, yk he was provided with everything

♡ he did develop abandonment issues, watching his best friend leave wasn't exactly easy for him

♡ and he definitely carries around guilt for how mello left

"matt. wake up." mello shook matt awake. "dude, go away." matt groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. mello sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "matt." mello tried again, whisper shouting his name. matt refused to respond, willing to hear whatever mello had to say the next day. "okay then. sleep well, i guess." mello whispered before leaving.

♡ when mello left, that's when matt started smoking and playing video games

♡ the video games served as a distraction and the cigarettes killed him slowly

♡ for the longest time matt thought mello left because he brushed him off so he felt like he didn't deserve to be healthy per se

♡ and mello only calling when he was drunk out of his mind or tripping on acid didn't help

♡ he didn't really have much free time between leaving wammy's and joining the mafia

♡ he was terrified at first, knowing literally no one besides mello and these guys literally killed people for a living

♡ his smoking was at an all time high, going through multiple packs a day

♡ he tried to hide it from mello but that only worked for 2 or 3 weeks

"can i borrow some money?" matt desperately asked mello after spending the day gathering the courage to even ask. "for what?" mello inquired, rightfully wanting to know why his friend needed his money. "nevermind." matt went to leave before mello could ask any more questions but it seemed mello already knew. "for cigarettes?" matt stopped in his tracks.

"i saw the empty packs in the trash." matt mentally cursed himself for putting so many packs in an empty trashcan. "it's gonna kill you, y'know." matt stopped himself from making a dumb joke like 'that's the point' or 'not before one of the guys who carry a gun everywhere does'. "it would be inconvenient if you died." matt knew that was mello's way of saying he cared. "sorry." matt muttered before leaving the room.

♡ eventually he got used to all of it, cutting down on the cigarettes barely

♡ when he was shot all he could think about was mello

♡ even with all those bullet wounds he was slowly dying for a few minutes

♡ he was scared he failed mello like somehow him being shot was going to fuck the plan up

♡ and he thought about how mello said his death would be inconvenient

♡ he was just really distressed in his last moments

─ ★ bonus

♡ he gets these really rough episodes where he can't eat or sleep

♡ it drives mello insane because he doesn't understand what the hell matt is doing

♡ and then a few days later it's like nothing happened and matt's back to his usual self

♡ dare i say he had a wet dream of mello once

♡ he couldn't physically look mello in the eyes for 2 weeks

♡ he will take that to the grave no matter how much mello pesters matt to tell him

♡ he kinda misses near and has tried to reach out a couple times

♡ they weren't that close at wammy's but still, matt felt the need to make sure he was okay

♡ near usually doesn't answer, but this one time he did, and matt almost had a heart attack