#thank you anon for sending me the ask and for responding ❤️

[fadelbison]

Thank you for answering my question about ZeeNuNew status! Well I agree with what you said, I believe in them, because they confirmed it themselves and especially that their country is not that opened for LGBTQAI+ community.. also I’ve heard that BL fans are not that opened as well.. for me Zee has that queer vibe to be honest.. I’m just worried about all these rumors about Zee.. I think it’s action of homophobic people unfortunately. Seeing how Zee found his comfort zone in Nunew and vice versa.. they’re just perfect!

There’s just so many times and so many ways that Nunew can say ‘Hia is the only one in my life’ like aksjdjfjfjska PLEASE stop doubting him so we can move on with our lives

I have no idea what these rumors are I have blessedly not been on twitter in months hahaha. I’m sure once the Next Prince comes out everything will be fine.

Zee has changed his online persona a couple of times and there was a lot of machismo showboating I think before he got into BL but one would think that as people grow older they know themselves more.

Also given that they’ve been doing this pretty consistently over the years I say they are in fact very happy and comfortable with each other! I don’t have time anymore to watch so much videos about CPs but back when I got into Thai BL I had a lot of time to waste lol and I loved seeing their interactions and the way they grew together

I love them your honor 🤧

[bewitchedfeathers]

Bouquet - Viktor Snz Fic (Ja/yvik)

Anon requested Allergic Viktor with Ja/yvik and I had a blast writing this real fast! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope you like it 💕

Set in an AU where Jayce and Viktor are already together and everything is happy and nothing hurts.

Notes: Jasha is (if my research is correct) a petname for Jayce in Russian. And Vitya would be the petname for Viktor. Solnishko is a petname meaning sunshine or little sun.

I hope you enjoy!

Please only reblog to kink blogs ❤️

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Viktor opened his door to let Jayce inside for their date and couldn't contain his laughter as he was met with a bouquet that Jayce's large upper body was completely hidden behind. Viktor could only just see Jayce's pout, good natured though it was, at Viktor's response.

“You brought me flowers? You are ridiculous, solnishko (sunshine),” he said still laughing softly. “What am I going to do with these?” He asked rhetorically, voice exasperated but warm with affection. 

“They just look and smell nice. And it's supposed to be romantic,” he complained playfully.

“Pilties,” Viktor responded with a roll of his eyes and then he beckoned Jayce inside. And Jayce laughed at the familiar response to many things in Piltover that he thought were ridiculous. Jayce shifted the bouquet to one hand so he could gently cradle Viktor's face with the other and kiss him in a slow lingering greeting. 

Viktor savored Jayce's kiss but he was grateful when he pulled back as he felt a faint tickle in his nose, not an uncommon occurrence, and he didn't want to sneeze on his partner. “Snf. Go set those somewhere. I'm making us suh-some tea.”

Jayce perked up at the mention of tea. Viktor had shared a tea only found in the undercity that he enjoyed and surprisingly Jayce had loved it as well. So now whenever the weather was cool and they spent the evening at Viktor's apartment he made them tea.

He stepped into the kitchen, making the tea on autopilot, as he rubbed at his nose trying to get rid of the itch. And then finally he couldn’t fight the inevitable any longer and he turned his face into his raised elbow. 

“Huhhh’Isshhuh..hh’IZSShhuh…snf..” He rubbed his nose and then gathered two mugs in one hand, his cane in the other, as he made his way to join Jayce on the couch. Jayce knew better than to offer to help when he obviously didn't need it right now.

“Bless you,” he said as he took his mug eagerly from Viktor's hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured to be polite but his attention was on his nose that was feeling annoyingly itchy. He rubbed the underside with his index and middle finger. 

“Hhh..Hh’GSHHxt..ngh.” he sneezed over his fingers, only partially stifling it.

“Bless,” Jayce said as he gave Viktor a once over searching for signs of illness, that Viktor tolerated with only a raised brow.

“I feel fine. My nose is just…juh..hhhh’IGSHhhh…snf just sensitive tonight,” he reassured, responding to Jayce’s unasked question. 

“Alright,” Jayce said with a little relieved smile and Viktor appreciated the show of trust. “Since that's the case,” and then Jayce's left hand was cradling his cheek while another gripped his hip as he leaned to kiss Viktor deep and slow.

Viktor tangled both his hands in Jayce’s hair as he moaned into his mouth. But all too soon the tickle spiked and he jerked away from Jayce’s lips with a sharp inhale. Whipping his elbow up to hover just below his nose.

“Suh-sorry. Have to.. have to sneeze-GZSSHoo…hhh’IKSSHht..snfSnf.” he wriggled his nose trying to get rid of the lingering urge to sneeze. “Pardon me, zolotse (darling).”

“Bless you, Vik. It's alright.” He stroked some hair out of Viktor's face. “Something been bothering you?” Viktor certainly has enough allergies to warrant the question but he's mostly allergic to artificial scents and none of his natural allergens are in season currently.

“No, no, I've been fine,” he said a little bewildered. “You didn't get a new soap did you?” He feels compelled to ask.

“No nothing new,” Jayce assures with a shake of his head. 

“Hm, odd. Perhaps its just a…hah..a random tickle. snf.” 

“Certainly a persistent one,” Jayce offered non-committally. He pulled a red handkerchief monogrammed with the Talis hammer and offered it to Viktor. Viktor grabbed it and Jayce used their joint hands to bring Viktor's fingers to his lips before he let him go. Viktor blushed and grinned at the ridiculous gesture.

Viktor muttered his thanks as he brought the kerchief to his nose. He tried to massage at his trembling nostrils through the fabric but he still felt his breath catch.

“Huhhh…hh'hh'ISSHmphh…hh'huh’IGSSHmphh…Snffff…” he let out a frustrated sigh at the distraction from their time together. He mopped at his face and blew his nose, grimacing as the kerchief grew damp.

Jayce brushed his hair out of his face again. “Bless you.”

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement but he was already struggling not to sneeze again. “Hh…huh’Hhh?...” Jayce set down his tea and grabbed some tissues from a nearby table. He pressed them into Viktor’s hands, trading out the used kerchief, and Viktor nodded in gratitude. His eyes were beginning to look pink around the edges and a few itchy tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, something is definitely setting you off,” He grimaced guiltily as he realized, “Must be something in the bouquet.”

“Hihhh…Hh’hh-IGZSHHoo…ESHHHxkt…Hhh’Ishh-Issh-IESSHHuhh…oh mby god…” he groaned before blowing his nose into the tissues to try to get some momentary relief. “I’ve never had an issue with fluh-flowers before..hhh’ISSHxt…nghh…” He complained grumpily as he wiped at his nose with the quickly failing bunch of tissues. Jayce passed him the tissue box and got up to dispose of the flowers.

“Sorry, love. Looks like you were right about flowers being a bad idea afterall,” he said with a guilty smile.

Viktor smiled back softly, “It was a sweet thought, Jasha. Hhh’GSSHHuhh..SNF…”

Jayce’s smile brightened knowing he was forgiven and he walked to the balcony and tossed the flowers down to the street. At Viktor’s laugh of disbelief at the casual action, Jayce defended lightheartedly, “Well someone might stumble upon it and enjoy that way instead of putting down the trash shoot.”

“Ridiculous man. Come here, solnishko.” He beckoned Jayce back to the couch and Jayce trotted over like a happy puppy.

Jayce immediately draped himself over Viktor’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist. He pressed a kiss to Viktor’s cheek but pulled back when Viktor’s breath caught, shoulders hiking as he tensed in preparation bringing a fresh tissue to his nose.

“Hhh’GSSHHuhh…Hehh’ISSH-IXSHHkt-Hh’Hih’IGDSSHooo…SNFSnf…Snfff…Pardon me,” he murmured, ears tinged pink with embarrassment at his nasal outburst.

“Bless you, Vitya,” he murmured not phased in the slightest and immediately leaning in to kiss his cheek and nuzzle one lightly flushed ear. The flush only got worse as Jayce used his favorite petname, used sparingly so it always effected Viktor, giving him a ridiculous fluttery feeling in his belly.

“Thank you, solnishko,” he murmured back and then pulled him into a kiss without interruption.

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{Snz Fic Masterlist}

Thank you for reading. Nice comments and tags encourage me to write more things, if you have the spoons for it!

[celestie0]

oh gosh i really could sob. i feel bad sometimes w bringing upsetting things to forefront of my blog or posting about it bc i don't want people to feel burdened to send me any words of support but i just :(( thank u sm to everyone sending me such sweet asks.

i think it has really made me realize that 99% of my readers are so sweet and kind and i really need to remember this fact whenever i am feeling bad about the few rude ones.

i'm really sorry if i was a little aggressive in responding to that anon, although i'm not backtracking here per se, i just think it was all a combination of the similar incidents i faced earlier this year w people pressuring me to write smut for kickoff to the point where i was paralyzed w anxiety n couldn’t write for the story at all for like two months. i just was really upset to see it happening w ihm too, so i felt the need to stand up for myself.

and in clarification, i am so grateful in general for all the love i’ve received w my fics. i genuinely mean it when i say i had no idea at all what i was getting myself into when i started posting kickoff back in january but i am just so humbled w the way i’ve been received. i think i just want to clarify that, in my response to that anon and just rude anons in general, i’m not upset over the fact i didnt get a positive interaction, because again, i don’t take those for granted. what i am upset about is getting negative interactions, when these people could have a little more self awareness and just not say anything at all. i appreciate all my silent readers n those who may feel shy to leave comments or asks or anything, or maybe their capacity is to just leave a like. i think my issue w these rude anons is that on top of making rude demands, they also don’t interact w the work in any meaningful way.

but, that being said, i want to respond to everyone's replies and asks w heart n soul so i will do as i get proper chance to :'') but i've read them all and could sob really.

i was ready to make some pretty extreme creative decisions regarding my fics after receiving that ask but i feel a lot better now and its really thanks to everyone’s support i’m so grateful and again pls never feel pressured to send me anything i really just appreciate having you all here in general 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tysm n love u all sm

[katz-rambles]

Hii!❤️

I hope you're having an amazing day!

Can I request a pure fluff with Sodo?🥺 Maybe something like where reader is shorter than Sodo and is insecure of her height so she gets mad everytime someone mentions it.

Thank you so much❤️❤️❤️ If you don't like the idea, feel free to ignore it☺️

The scream I just scrumpt. My first ask 😭. I love the idea, and I hope I'll do this justice! I hope you're having an amazing day, too, Anon 💗.

(fluff, comfort kinda?, swiss joining in on the teasing, mama bear Cumulus setting Sodo right, fem!reader, but it's not really specified. A mix of headcannons and a little ficlet?)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• We all know Sodo can be a bit of a dick sometimes, so he's going to jump headfirst at the chance to have someone shorter than him. Unfortunately, in this situation, that's you.

• He's relentless with his teasing 😭

• The worst nicknames EVER. Pipsqueak, vertically challenged, mouse, anything he can think of.

• If you're a sibling of sin and have to do a chore that involves something that's out of your reach, he tends to pick you up and lift you so you can complete whatever it is. And he has the stupidest look on his face when he does.

• But obviously, he may be a dick, but he cares for you. So he will not make fun of you, as much, as he did.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

"Morning, pipsqueak." Sodo calls out to you, resting his arm on your shoulder. He looks at you with a smug grin that makes you want to punch him, right here right now. "You know, I was thinking, maybe I could buy you some of those vitamins people take to get taller. Like a height viagra." He snickers and takes his arm off you to ruffle your hair. You scoff at him and laugh. "You're barely taller than me. This is friendly fire." You fire back at him with an equally smug look. He opens his mouth to say something just to be cut off by Swiss. "She's right. You're both challenged, vertically. Shorties." Swiss laughs to himself as an angry Sodo chases after him.

You suck in a breath as he leaves, chewing on your bottom lip with nerves, or maybe annoyance, you don't really know at this point. All you can feel is the pit in your stomach. At the moment, you wish you had punched him.

A little later, the same situation happens again. You're going about your daily chores, cleaning, sorting, etc. "Almost done." You mumble to yourself, opening the doors to the library, rows on rows of books in many different languages, greet you. Sorting books isn't your favorite, but it has to be done. But, the top shelf just so happens to be out of your reach. You hear the door open, brushing it off as another sibling, just to be met with Sodo's hand placed on your head.

"Funny seeing you here." He sighs and shakes his head at you, and you feel your stomach drop. "All the other siblings can reach up here, I'm sure if you just stretch, you'll get it.. one day." He smirks at you triumphantly. When you don't respond with another comeback or a smack to try and get him away, he starts to shuffle behind you. "Just.. let me do what I'm supposed to do." You don't even try to meet his gaze this time, just backing away and leaving him alone, and now Sodo knows he's fucked up.

You've gone back to your room, and someone else can just as easily do the job. You're not sad or anything, but if you didn't leave, you would've thrown a book at his head. A knock on your door stops you from tearing your own hair out. You cautiously open the door to see Cumulus holding Sodo by the wrist. You're tempted to close the door before either of them can say anything to you. The anger builds. You're not necessarily mad at anyone in particular, more so yourself, even though you're aware you can't control your height.

"He's come to talk to you. Right, Sodo?" She glares down at him, a glare that sends shivers down your spine, and you're not even the one receiving it. A mumbled response from Sodo seems to satisfy her for the time being, so she lets him go places him in front of your door. Leaving the two of you alone.

"Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it right now, Sodo." You tell him your voice lower than usual. Before you can close your door, he places his foot in between the frame and the door.

"I didn't realize your height was such a.. thing.. for you." He sighs, his eyes begging for you to hear what he has to say. You open the door just enough so he can come in, and then you've closed it again.

"Listen, I'm sorry." He refuses to meet your eyes this time, awkwardly shuffling in his spot. "I didn't want to piss you off or anything, just some light teasing."

Before he can finish his thoughts, you sigh and shake your head. "Sodo, I'm not mad, not anymore, at least. I know it was all light fun, but I've never been a big fan of people talking about my height." You finally admit, watching him lift his head up and smile. He nods at you and looks back down at the ground, he kinda reminds you off a scolded puppy.

"Why don't we go out for a bit?" You offer, and he goes along. You're just glad that's been cleared up. That's just half, though. You're more so glad he'll stop pouting. It's almost making you feel bad. Hopefully, he'll take the teasing down a notch. But if he doesn't, you know Cumulus will beat some sense into him.

[vibratingskull]

Hello. I enjoy your writing very much , the many "diffrent " Thrawn you have are amazingly writing. May I please ask for a ThrawnxF!reader

Were reader is a redhead, and Thrawn very much loves it about her always touching her hair, telling her how much he loves it and how unique it is even among humans, hoping their child will inherent it. With some fluff/smut

I love my different Thrawns, they are my oxygen. I hope you like this chapter anon ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Reader has red hair, fluff, smut, breeding kink, P in V, dumbification, creampie

You pass your comb through your locks, carefully unknoting your flaming hair.  

“Let me do it for you.” Thrawn appears behind you with a soft smile. 

You smile back to him and hand him the comb, sitting comfortably in front of your hairdresser. Thrawn takes your mane delicately in his hands to pass it behind your shoulders and leave it flowing in your back. He takes a portion of it and starts gently combing your strands, with infinite delicateness.  

You observe him through the mirror, how focused he looks. It is no secret to you that your flamboyant hair absolutely fascinates him. When you first met, you felt his insisting gaze on you despite being on the other side of the room. At first, you took it as the usual male behavior of ostensibly ogling women like objects and didn’t entertain him by giving him attention and was fully ready to send him off when he approached you. 

You expected the usual “compliments” of how your skin must be soft to the touch or how pretty your plump lips would be wrapped around something other than a fork, the usual... 

“You have magnificent hair, ma’am. I never saw such color before.” He simply said. 

You looked at him without a word, waiting to see how he would segway his way to a more crude “praise” but he remained fixated on your hair with sparkling eyes. 

“Oh...” You finally responded after none came as you expected, “Thank you I... was born with it.” 

“It is your natural color? Fascinating... I saw several depictions of such hair in the arts of humans but this is the first time I have had a chance to observe it in real life, I must say the tones are even more impressive in person.” He seized his chin as he kept detailing your hair avidly. 

You could not help a little chuckle while biting your lips into silence. What was his deal? Usually, this is women complimenting your hair, but he looks like a child discovering sugar candy for the first time. 

“Does your species do not have red hair too ?” You asked back, amused. 

“No. Our shades and hair colors are unfortunately not as diverse as humans. Until now I was convinced red hair was purely an artistic vision and you are the first individual I met with that impressive color.”  

This time you overtly chuckled at his enthusiasm. He looked like he discovered a mythical creature he dreamed about all his life. You spent the rest of the party discussing together on a balcony with your alcohol glasses as only other company. He was polite and courteous, gentlemanly even. Never a bad word came soiling his lips and his hungry eyes were solely fixated on your locks, utterly fascinated. 

He remained very set back in his enthusiasm, his face stern and tone aloof but his eyes were shining so bright you didn’t need the light of the stars to see around yourself.  

To return the compliment you told him that you never saw a species with such beautiful eyes and he bowed his head, humbly accepting the praise. 

“Do you model a lot?” he asked. 

“Modeling? What for?” You tilted your head with a little grin. 

“For photographers and painters.” He responded like his interrogations where obvious. 

“Never.”  

His eyes rounded up slightly in surprise before he took back control. 

“No one ever approached you for modeling with such hair?” He asked genuinely puzzled. 

“No.” You laughed, more and more endeared to his confusion, “Red hair is not sufficient to be a model.” 

“I would paint it all day long if I was an artist.” He revealed. 

You gauged him up and down with a smirk. 

“You are a weird man, Vice-Admiral.” 

He tilted his head. 

“I am simply praising what I find beautiful.” 

To tease him you casually took out your hair pins to reveal to him your true hair length. If he was not Thrawn you were sure he would be drooling on himself right now with how entranced he appeared. 

“May I... touch?” He asked. 

“Sure!” You giggled, more and more amused. 

He delicately took a lock in his hand and squeezed it between his fingers. 

“They are very soft and smooth, it feels like silk.” 

“Thank you, I take care of my hair.” You nodded satisfied with your work. 

 “I almost hoped it would be warm to the touch...” He continued lowly, almost to himself. 

“It is simply hair.” 

“Of course. I understand the artists’ fascination for red hair now. They truly are... Mesmerizing.” 

“What are you thinking about with such a dreamy expression?” Thrawn’s calls you back to reality. 

You blink, in your shared suite on the Chimaera, with your husband combing your hair for the night. 

“Our first meeting.” You smile, satisfied, “And how hypnotized you were by my red hair.” 

“I still am today.” He sighs satisfied, “This color suits you so well, it enhances your skin and eye color perfectly, the chemical colors are poor imitations of true redheads, they lack all the fire and flamboyance of that magnificent shade.” He preaches, finishing to comb your mane. 

“Aren’t you a bit obsessive?” You laugh. 

“I am a simple servant to art and beauty.” 

You shake your head with a chuckle; 

While you remove your makeup, Thrawn applies a hair mask on your locks, nourishing your hair. 

He absolutely adores taking care of your hair. He wants to do your shampoos himself and kneels in the bathroom to clean your hair while you relax in a bubble bath, appreciating the deep head massage. He buys a ton of hair products, masks, butter, and oils to strengthen and make it shine. He takes half an hour each morning to tress your hair, adorning the usual strict military bun with discreet but sophisticated braids, little beads, and pearls of colors thread into your locks with his Chiss flair. He told you that long hair was culturally significant for Chiss and he learned plenty of braids and tresses in his youth and loves to play with our hair now, honoring his own culture through you.  

Thrawn massages the mask on your hair with great application before adding drops of oil on your root and finish it all up with some perfume. 

You love being pampered like that, you hum a tune with your eyes closed, deeply relaxed as he leans forward to dive his nose in your hair and inhales deep with a satisfied sigh.  

“I adore your hair.” He whispers like it isn’t obvious. “They are a real crown for your head.” 

He kisses the hair in his hands before putting them to the side of your neck to kiss your nape. You hum, pleased by the sensation of his lips on your skin. 

“I hope our children will inherit your hair color.” 

You chuckle. 

“But your blue-black hair is also beautiful, it suits your blue skin so well and compliment your eyes.” 

“I will argue red hair will compliment them both better.” He keeps kissing your neck. 

He slowly goes down, pulling the brace of your nightgown off your shoulder to kiss the naked skin. You cannot help a shudder at the touch of his delicate lips on your sensitive spot, his hands caressing your arms fully. He leaves pecks here and there with a pleased sigh before wrapping his arms around your bust to squeeze you tight, his nose buried in the crook of your neck. 

“You are ravishing in this little apparel...” He groans, “Will you join me in bed?” 

You give him a side glance with an amused smile. 

“Will I?” You tease. 

“Please, Ch’acah. You bring me to my knees.” He looks into your eyes brazenly, desire lighting up his eyes like it did the day of your meeting. 

You chuckle before kissing his cheek. You take his chin to rotate his face towards you and gain access to his lips. 

It is soft and delicate but so full of promises. 

His hand leaves your arm to gently grip your hair, tilting your head farther, deepening the kiss. You open your mouth to let him enter, and he moans satisfied as your tongues meet and dance together. You wrap your own arms around his shoulders, pulling him towards you. 

Thrawn breaks the kiss, leaving you panting for more and kisses the tip of your nose with a cheery gaze. 

“I love witnessing desire awakening in your eyes, Ch’acah. I love how they become dark and heavy, it makes my blood boil in anticipation.” He reveals lowly like a secret. 

You peck the corner of his lips, digging your nails in his pristine white uniform. 

“Take me to bed.” You whisper in a breath. 

He makes your stool spin and seizes your legs to lift you up bridal style. You chuckle as he carries you so easily with his powerful muscles, he delicately lays you down your double bed, nuzzling his nose with your cheek. 

“Your scent is driving me crazy lately.” He rasps between kisses all over your face, “This is a good time to try again.” 

You unbutton his jacket with trembling hands, feeling excitation rising in your veins. You use a period tracker to keep a tab on your periods and most fertile days, but Thrawn doesn’t need that. With his Chiss nose, he can pick up your pheromones in one huff and know where you are in your cycle. You stopped checking your tracker to know if he was right by now, he got it every time. 

You have longed for a baby of yours since you got together. He made it very clear that he would not get you pregnant before you felt ready to be a mom, but it was clear in his eyes that he wanted a baby now. 

But he kept true to his words, never pressuring you, taking a contraceptive of his own, until you told him you felt ready for a little one too. All heavens broke loose and he who was so reserved and with a low sex drive was suddenly all over you, touching you constantly, keeping you in bed for long hours, caressing every nook and cranny of your flesh, making passionate and sweet love to you. 

As members of two different species, procreation wasn’t impossible per se but  clearly more improbable than same species couple. You both kept track of your most fertile days, took fertility boosters, and modified your diets and habits to maximize your chances. 

But even now it has proven unsuccessful. 

It doesn’t stop you from trying. 

Thrawn gently pulls on your nightgown braces to reveal your shoulders and breast to him, he gently nips and sucks at your collarbone, his purring starting to resonate in your ears. 

You absolutely love that sound. It is so soothing and exotic. 

So... Erotic. 

His hands leave the fabric of your gown to grab your breast, kneading your bosoms well and good in his large hands. He licks his way down your collarbone to your boobs and takes on in his greedy mouth to lick and suck the nipple, letting his drool roll on your smooth skin as you wave your body under his, teasing his groin region with your hips. 

You gasp and mewl under his magical tongue as he laps avidly at your nipple while rolling and grabbing the other’s flesh with a handful, making your nip roll and pinching it between his expert fingers. 

He finally kisses your bosom to give the other the same treatment, the same loving attention. His purring is now loud and unmistakable. He groans and moans his own pleasure loudly, making sultry and obscene sounds unbecoming of a Grand Admiral of the Empire. 

But in the intimacy of your suite, he doesn’t care. This is the secret place where he can let go of the heavy mask of aloofness and detachment to reveal his more sensitive and vulnerable visage. A visage that you welcome and adore, proving to him that he can be truly himself with you and unmask and stim off when the pressure is too great, even for him. 

He finally kisses your two boobs and raises back on his knees to get rid of his white jacket and black tank top, you follow the movement into a sitting position to caress his abs and pecs. You cover his stomach with kisses and little licks with the dart of your tongue, wrapping your arms around his waist.  

His hands come caressing your hair, passing his fingers through your fiery locks to press your face against his muscular stomach with a deeply satisfied sigh, his head thrown backward in bliss. You kiss your way lower toward the hem of his pants with a big smile, you open his white trousers and pull them on his legs to reveal his boxers. 

The bulge is consequent, and despite the breathable and stretchy fabric it feels very constrictive for him, it appears really tight for his length. You leave a big kiss on the bulge, chuckling, feeling him twitch under your lips and his muscles contract under your hands. You take the hem of the boxer down to free his erection from its jail. His cock immediately rises, standing proud before your face, lengthy and girthy, making you drool terribly. 

You take his leaking shaft in your hand and gently jerk him off before taking it in your mouth. The pre-cum is salty, titillating your tastebuds pleasantly. Thrawn tenses significantly under your touch with a hiss, his abs contracting and rolling under his blue skin. You circle his crown with your tongue and a hum as you hear Thrawn gasp, his grip on your hair tightening. You start moving back and forth, welcoming as much of him as you can in your mouth, which is a feat considering his measurements. You breathe through your nose deeply, minding your gag reflex as you push him far back in your mouth working your tongue on his length and taking care to not press him between your teeth.  

His little huffs and choked gasps are so erotic, you feel your pussy waking up with warm waves, your inner muscles pleasantly contracting in excitement at each of his pants, soiling your panties. 

You moan loudly for his ears and he starts a gentle back and forth movement with his hips as you drool all over his cock, with a solid grip on his waist. He is very mindful of your comfort and takes care to not push your limits and not cause pain to your jaw. He exhales deeply, satisfied by the sensations you give him. 

“You are so good with your mouth, Ch’acah.” He rasps, trying to control the tremors of his voice under your care. “Keep going please...” 

You smile with his shaft in your mouth, humming approvingly. It took you time to be able to take so much of him in your mouth and you have all the right to be smug of your technics now. You feel him restraining his desire to fuck your mouth as his grip on your hair tightens again, pulling on your locks. 

“Ch’etecerci!” He curses, his pelvic movements getting more and more erratic. 

His hips jerk and he cums in your mouth with a long moan. You feel the long ribbons of seed on your tongue, painting your mouth in white. 

“Do not swallow yet, Ch’acah.” Thrawn pants, sweat trickling down his glorious abs and temples. 

You look up to him with your mouth full as he lowers himself, pushing you back on the mattress before kissing you languorously with a deeply pleased hum. Your tongues dance and hug each other as he tastes himself on your lips. He waves his hips against yours, humping his still-erect cock against your panties. He cups your cheek as he deepens the kiss even more, sharing saliva and semen in an obscene embrace. He parts from you with brightly shining eyes, devouring you with his hungry gaze, panting. 

“My turn.” He groans. 

He kisses the tip of your nose and lowers himself to place himself between your legs, pushing your nightgown out of his way to reveal your panties. He grips the fabric and pulls them down your legs, you raise your hips in the air to help him. 

He separates your legs wide open with his large hands to expose your pussy to his hungry red eyes. He lowly growls at that sight and you see him licking his lips. 

"Would you look at that, the obsession of my darkest thoughts...” 

And without any more ceremonies, he dives his head between your thighs and takes a big, long lick at your fold with rumbles in his chest. You gasp as he licks your pussy avidly, his long fingers gripping the delicate flesh of your thighs hard. 

“You are already quite wet, Ch’acah.” He notes playfully but with a dark and heavy gaze, “But you can do better than that!” 

He kisses, licks, laves, and laps at your pussylips, parting them with two fingers, drinking and savoring your dripping essence with loud moans and satisfied pants. You mewl and yelp in desperation at the pleasure he gives you so generously, you dig your nails in the fabric of the sheets, your body shaken by tremors. 

He loves to eat your pussy out and never misses an opportunity to dive between your legs and remind you how good at it he is. He could go on for hours if you would let him do as it pleased him... 

“Ah! Th-Thrawn...” You gasp, rolling hips against his expert lips. 

“Yes ch’eo Ch’acah?” He hums, his mouth pressed agaisnt your swollen pussylips. 

Sometimes you worry he would suffocate himself against your cunny.  

“Ah...! Don’t stop! Please... Keep going.” You beg, out of your mind. 

“Of course...”  

He kisses your fold loudly and focuses on your clit, titillating it with the dart of his warm tongue. Your legs shake violently at that new stimuli and you feel all of your blood leaving your limbs to flow to your southern mouth, puffing up your lips and inner muscles like a soft pillow.  

He flicks your pearl rapidly with his tongue, sucks the bud like candy, and makes it roll between his blue lips. You feel your cunny convulse deliciously as you struggle to catch your breath under such touches. Goosebumps flourish all over your delicate skin as he eats you out like a starving man. You feel your dripping essence and his drool rolling on your thighs and his jaw. 

His moans and grunts are so loud and lewd, obsessively resonating in your suite, ringing in your ears like delicious music, exciting you more and more. As you tremble on the mattress he humps his impressive length on the bed, rolling his hips and waving his entire body in a sultry dance, desperate for some friction. 

As your pleasure grows and spreads in your nerve endings your hips try to get away from the mouth that tortures you so easily by reflex, but Thrawn holds them down firmly, growling a warning. You will not escape him and fighting your orgasm is useless, he will have you come undone on his tongue, whether you want it or not. 

Your thighs are shaking so much that you inadvertently squeeze his face firmly between them as the spikes of pleasure send electroshocks in your leg muscles, making them tremble terribly. Blocked between the softness of your thighs and the delicacy of your dripping cunt Thrawn starts purring loudly. 

You try to reopen your legs to let him breathe but they are spasming brutally under each wave of raw bliss he gives you. You cannot even speak anymore, just letting out helpless choked gasps and strangled exhales.  

And suddenly the knot snaps and a fireball explodes in your leaking cunt. You are electrified to the core and freeze entirely in a second under such pressure. You desperately try to breathe but all your muscles are contracted. Your heart pumps furiously, softening your cunt and puffing up your pulsating clit in his mouth. Your toes curl and white fireworks explode behind your closed eyelids and you squirt in his mouth uncontrollably. His purr deepens as he receives your slick on his tongue, deeply pleased by his work. 

He laps at your swollen bud and leaking cunt one last time with a purred animalistic growl, a satisfied grin, and stands back up to hover over your lying figure. Drops of saliva and slick beads on his chin, rolling on his deep blue skin, catching the red reflections of his burning rubies. He wipes his jaw with his fingers and sucks them clean with an exaggerated satiated hum, looking straight into your eyes without any shame. 

“A divine taste, as always Ch’acah.” He comments, letting go of his fingers with a resonding pop. 

Your chest rises up and down rapidly, your heart in a frenzy, and sweat rolling on your heated skin. He lowers himself to nudge his nose with yours and you peck his tip with an exhaled laugh. 

“I love you, Ch’acah.” He whispers so low, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek, and with the softest gaze you ever see, “Please, do not forget it...” 

You take his face between your two hands to caress his cheekbones softly, your eyes deeply bored into his. He often worries you will forget his love and leave him behind, choosing a younger lover to satisfy you. His fear of abandonment is deeply intertwined in the memories of his sister’s disappearance, the powerless feeling due to the death of his brother, the ungratefulness the Ascendancy displayed at his hardest efforts to keep it safe, and his personal perception as a weapon and a tool. 

He fears so deeply that once you used him he will be tossed aside and be forgotten. He factually knows it won’t happen, that you are not heartless to abandon him like that, but it is so deeply ingrained in him that he cannot shake it off, especially after he felt comfortable enough with you to open himself up. 

“I know, Ch’acah.” You respond in the same tone, “Do not forget that I love you just the same. I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life at your side.” You force his face down to languorously kiss him, robbing him of his air, “I love you so, so much! Like I never loved before.” 

He presses you tighter against his huge body, threatening to crush you under his weight but you don’t want to be anywhere else! He lets out a breath, your foreheads against the other. 

“Will you give me a baby?” He asks. 

“Of course, Ch’acah.” You brightly smile to him, “I will give you as many as you desire.” 

“Redheads like you?” 

This time you burst out laughing. He really stands by it, doesn’t he? 

He playfully pecks your neck now that the atmosphere is lighter and positions himself between your legs, his leaking cock twitching in anticipation. He takes it in his hand and spreads his pre-cum on all the length as preparation. 

“I know you will.” He finally notes and pushes his length inside your wet pussy.”They will all be perfect just like you.” 

As always he stretches you out so much, forcing your mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as your fluffy muscles extend all around his girthy shaft in an attempt to welcome him whole inside.  

You know you are going to be so sore after this night. He always leaves you like that. But he takes it as an opportunity to massage your lower tummy or eat you out again to help your bruised muscles to relax. 

He seizes your hips to reposition himself better, pushing deeper and deeper, burying himself to the hilt in the warm and welcoming embrace of your inner flesh. He sighs longly when he is fully in, letting you a moment to adjust. 

“You squeeze me so much, Ch’acah.” He lets out between his greeted teeth as his abdominals contract repeatedly under the pleasure he feels just being inside. 

You cannot resist and tense your cunny several time around his shaft, making him gasp and tremble lightly. 

“Do not toy with me, Ch’acah.” He warns breathless. 

You look at him insolently with a pleased smile. 

“I am simply inviting you to start moving.” You innocently respond. 

He rolls his hips sultrily, earning a moan from you, much to his satisfaction. And he starts thrusting his hips with a rapid pace. 

The thrusts are deep and languorous, and the rhythm is quick but it is sweet and loving sex, as always with him. 

You roll your hips with his, meeting his tempo, undulating your body under his as he ruts into you, his nose buried in your neck, lazily licking and pecking your skin, his large hands gripping your side hard. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arm to hug him tight in a big bear hug, imprisoning him in your embrace, defending him to ever stop his thrusts in your greedy pussy. 

The back and forth is a tad painful considering his size and length, forcing your cunt to stretch at its maximum to welcome him fully, but it is a diffuse pain that melts and disappears in the ocean of pleasure his hips give you. His preparation helps tremendously too, your slick acting like a potent lubricant with his pre-cum. He waves his hips expertly, knowing perfectly what will make you cry of pleasure and cream around his cock.  

He hits all the sweet spots easily, making you shudder and tremble and moan uncontrollably. You contract and tense your pussy to tease and play with him, earning choked gasps and low growled purrs as he ruts into you with abandon. 

“Will you give me a baby girl?” He demands breathily, “A cute little one to cradle.” 

He asks you this question each time you try for a baby. You know he will be terribly happy with a son but his eyes sparkle so much when he speaks about having a baby girl, already fantasizing about giving her her first painting lessons and Shah-tezh sessions, preparing her for the world, to make her a conqueror and protector of everything she deems worthy.  

So many men pride themself in only having sons, he instead desires a little girl for himself. He holds women in such high regard and respect, that fathering a girl is one of the highest accomplishments he can hope to achieve in his life. 

“A sweet baby girl...” He pecks your face all over, cheeks, nose, temples, forehead, chin, and jaw, “She will be the most intelligent and perfect being in existence. The entire universe will be better for it...” 

You feel him getting unhinged talking about your future baby like that. They do not even exist yet but you feel his heart ready to burst out of love for them already. His thrusts deepen and accelerate and you feel his cock throbbing inside your vagina. He is eager to come inside you but not before you come first. 

“Yes, Thrawn. I will give you a daughter.” You promise with a broad smile under all those sweet kisses, “Several if you want.” 

“Several... Would you do it for me, Ch’acah? Bless me with several children?” He huffs, full of hope, “Carrying many of my babies?” 

“Of course love.” You kiss the tip of his nose back, “For you I will. I will give you a large family.” 

He slows down his movement to cup your cheeks and look deep into your human eyes. His disheveled hair frame his gorgeous face, sweat dripping off his temples while his red eyes shine and burn of untold desires. He considers you in silence for a minute, like he has trouble registering that you are here with him. He then lowers himself to kiss you languorously, entering your mouth to play and dance with your tongue with a deep pure resonating through his chest to his throat. 

He suddenly resumes his hard and rapid thrusts into your leaking pussy, making you moan in surprise and pleasure, making you bite his tongue in confusion.  

That doesn’t stop him, quite the contrary.  

You can hear a roar rising in his chest, muffled by your sultry kiss as he pounds savagely into you, the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh resonating obsessively in your bedroom, making your head light and fuzzy. 

He parts from you, growling like a predator, and stands on his knees, forcing your hips up in the air. He holds them firmly in his large hands as he obscenely ruts into you. This new position allows you to admire his abs rolling under his thick Chiss skin gleaming with sweat. You gulp before his athletic body, sculpted by the Maker Themself. He pants, throwing all his energy into your love-making. 

Useless to say that if Thrawn ends up tired after sex, you end up absolutely exhausted and destroyed. Your stamina is no match for his and he always gives you so much each time... 

“My sweet wife... Letting me breed her as I please...” He says between devastating plunges, rendering your brain mushy with all the bliss, “I knew I chose you well. That you will rise up to the challenge.”  

He licks his fingers lewdly, wetting them well before starting to caress your clit. He circles it, caresses it, titillates it, teases it, flicks it sending chocks of raw pleasures in your nerve endings. You’re shaken at each little wave, inadvertently squeezing his cock as your muscles contract, making him grin. He accelerates his ministrations on your pearl, locking into your eyes, pressing it down, and torturously grazing it, giving it love and attention until you are a complete shacking mess under his touch. You feel your legs trembling dangerously and ready to give up but Thrawn holds you tight, impaling you mercilessly on his erection. 

“I love how your little pussy squeezes my cock when I enter you and how it strangles it entirely when you get close.” He lets you know with dark satisfaction, looking down at you from all his height. 

He keeps going on your clit, making you drool on yourself, the combination of his thrusts and caress being too much on your poor body. 

“It craves to be bred so badly, I can only oblige. Do you like that idea, Ch’acah? Me breeding you thoroughly until you are full and round with our child?” He darkly purrs. 

You can only nod in desperation. You lost all your words and the remnant of your sanity under his care, leaving you brainless and craving for your orgasm. 

“Cockdrunk my sweet?” He playfully mocks, “This expression of bliss on your face is pure art, Ch’acah, I want to see it every day...” He promises, accentuating his rut to toy with your poor body, “Let me breed you, love. I will fuck multiple babies into you, as many as you want, I will give them all to you.” 

You are no more than a fleshlight for him to abuse and bully his cock into, he flicks and pinches your clit between his fingers making you cream even more.  

“Blast! You should see yourself right now! Fucked stupid with your red hair as a crown all around your beautiful expression. I cannot wait to see you pregnant, all round and heavy with my baby.” He rasps, “You were gorgeous before but you will break so many hearts with your swollen, pregnant belly. But you are mine! Mine alone! For me to breed and love all day long. I will show you off everywhere for everyone to see and despair that you are not theirs!” 

He punctuates each word with a devastating pounding motion and caress of your clit until your pussy convulses all around his big cock as you cum in a scream of his name. Your entire body contract violently under the shockwaves of pure pleasure, your toes curling and your eyes rolling inside your head, your pussy pulsating hard and kneading his length, squirting on his cock. 

He finishes with powerful thrusts, spurting hot ribbons of white seed in your spasming sex, milking him for all his worth. He throws his head backward as his orgasm washes over him with a long moan that will haunt your most depraved fantasies from now on.  

He lowers his hips to lay on you once again as your pussy keeps hugging him tight as your own orgasm slowly dissipates, allowing you to descend for the high. You gasp and pant, catching your breath as his body weighs down on yours, his hands coming to cup your cheek and caressing your red hair lovingly. 

The only thing you can hear right now is Thrawn’s pleased purr. So clear and unmisitkable. He nudges your noses and lazily kisses your nose with a small smile. 

Your hands circle his shoulders to press him tighter aginst your sweaty and exhausted body. 

“Ch'ah ch'acah vah.” He whispers, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, “Thank you...” 

“For what?” you ask tiredly, feeling your sprinting heart slowly slowing down. 

“For being with me, for indulging me.” Thrawn pecks the tip of your nose, “You are the only one I trust.” 

You hum in response, hugging him to show him your love.  

“Do you think we did it?” You ask after a moment of silence, spent cradling each other in a pleasant warm embrace. 

“Maybe... We can do it again, to maximize our chances.” 

[bcolfanfic]

You’re never a nuisance dear *hugs*

I can’t imagine how horrible this time is for you and anything we can do to help please let us know. I wanted to send this off anon so you had the option of just responding privately if you wanted, anything is fine with me. Please take care of yourself ❤️

For little headcanons or something, my head has been filled with touch-starved Gale when he and Bucky first meet. Obviously by the time the show starts he’s been having his full of loving Bucky touches but when they first met in training he was coming off years of being alone and neglect/abuse and not a good relationship with touch in general. So many thoughts of how Bucky may or may not realize this and as their relationship develops Gale is struck hard with all this need and aching he didn’t know he had.

you are such a sweetie and i love our talks, thank you <3

and yes yes- i love thinking about when they first met. before i started All Again i started a diff long form/multi chapter fic that would've been centered around that. and who knows, if the fandom is still kicking whenever i finish All Again maybe i'll revisit it! there's an OC in there that gets blue discharged that i do want to come back to...but anyways to your actual prompt.

aw- sweet buck. at the risk of sounding weird that actually reminds me a lot of my dad, who enlisted to get out of a chaotic family situation. he was apparently a scrawny little thing with a baby face- and has told me that the other guys at boot camp used to rib him asking if his mama knew where he was, lol!

re: buck, imagining his sweetie little 25 year old self first meeting bucky makes me want to wail. he was probably quite shy, and here comes bucky in all his loud bucky glory informing him, among other things, that his name is no longer gale cleven. i can def imagine bucky being quite touchy right off the bat, but laying off when he realizes gale is reacting like a startled little deer. it interests him- in that he figures there must be a reason behind it, but he doesn't want to push too hard too soon and mostly leaves it alone. but even when he isn't as touchy with gale he *is* touchy with their other buddies, and gale can't help but watch and wish he didn't react like he did so bucky could pat his face, push him along by the back of his neck and wrap his arms around him from behind like that. he thinks if it was anyone else he'd hate it. but not if it was bucky. and he doesn't quite know what to do with that.

[fixing-bad-posts]

hey! yr pretty amazing, tbh, seeing your posts brighten up my day cuz it reminds me there's some good in the world.

here's some anon love -> <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

some more love (you deserve it) -> ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

🥰 aw, thank you!!! i'm sorry i don't respond to asks sometimes in a timely fashion, but whenever someone sends me a nice note, it makes me smile.

i hope you're having a brighter day <3

[sysmedsaresexist]

hi!! im the person that sent the anon ask thank u for responding!! 🖤🖤 do they have to do the "checking if it's another disorder thats causing it" if doctors already think i have other disorders (in addition to the CDD) / i (also) have a psychotic/mood disorder but they think its separate and not caused by the CDD/dissociation? in her notes but not "on paper". also im scared to take medication/talk to a psych (bc of trauma related to it lol), do they Have to do that or can i just do therapy?

First and foremost, let's get this out of the way:

A diagnosis is NEVER required

You can get therapy and access MOST types of treatment without ever having anything on paper, and as much as I say, "don't be scared of diagnosis," there are SO MANY reasons why someone may not need or want it.

And that's okay.

And even more importantly, it's no one else's business why you've chosen to do or not do anything. You don't need to justify your decision to not get diagnosed.

What's important is that you're getting the help you need.

Point blank, that's it.

While a diagnosis is great for getting coverage and setting out treatment plans for the future, you can usually get covered under a different or "lesser" diagnosis if you prefer. For example, getting all therapy under a PTSD diagnosis. Totally doable and just fine.

I've done therapy for things I'm ACTIVELY struggling with, without ever mentioning my system. My OCD is usually what sends us over the edge, that's what we struggle with the most. So I have some therapists that know about my OSDD, and some that don't.

All that matters is whether I'm getting the help I need and want at any particular time.

Here's a sneaky tip, if you change doctors, you don't even need to tell your new doctor. I'm old, that's not a secret, and I don't necessarily need the same accommodations I did when I was younger, so when I moved and changed doctors, I actually chose not to take all of my files with me. I'm giving it a go with OCD and anxiety alone.

Granted, my therapist is still available whenever I decide I need to go back. Don't be afraid to keep your options open.

It's your journey, and you take whatever steps work for you. Nothing is required. Take your time, move at a pace that's comfortable. It took me a while to come out to my therapist, but it's never too late, and you may never have the need. That's also perfectly okay. You may never want to go further than the person you're talking to now, and that's okay.

Take it one session at a time.

I've rambled enough, I think.

It sounds like you've already done a fair bit of work, I don't think you're that far off of a diagnosis, if that's something you want to pursue. The more work you've already done, and the more aware you are, the quicker it's going to go, and you sound like you're off to a good start.

I hope this helps, genuinely ❤️

[lothcatthree]

37 for QuinFox for the kiss roulette? ❤️

37. kiss on the back of the neck

send me an ask for a lil kiss with your pairing of choice <3

thank you for the ask, anon!! you know I am weak for these two..

also due to circumstances outside of my control, this has turned into 687 words written in 30 minutes with two different kinds of kisses in addition to the request. hope u understand

(placing under the cut)

In hindsight, maybe Quinlan should’ve warned him.

He tends to forget that not everyone can sense the presence of other beings as easily as they can smell a pastry or taste blood on their tongue. The concept of being painfully aware of every damned sentient being in the vicinity has become second nature to Quinlan, something that’s familiar to him as the curves of the sconces in the Temple halls or the way that Mace’s scowl twitches just to the left when Quinlan smiles at him for too long. 

But, still.

He should’ve warned him.

It’s not like Quinlan could help himself. Fox was standing with his back turned away from the doorway to his office, something that Quinlan would’ve teased him over (Didn’t the Kaminoans teach you how to watch the damn entrances?), but he could see the way Fox’s shoulders were pinched around his neck and the way that his hand was gripping the belt of his lower armor so tightly that Quinlan’s not sure how the plastoid didn’t snap in two.

Every single cord of muscle in Fox’s body seemed to be in a competition for who could kill Fox the fastest… And it appeared like the one on the back of his neck was currently winning, judging by the way that Fox’s head was hunched over into his datapad like he was trying to either eat it or whisper sweet, sweet nothings into its deepest pixels.

Before Quinlan knew it, he was slinking across the room and slightly bumping Fox’s unarmored back with his chest, placing gentle hands on his waist and brushing his mouth over the mess of gray-streaked curls that sit gracefully on the nape of Fox’s neck.

“Hey, sw–”

Ah, and now there’s a blaster in his stomach paired with wild brown eyes and bared teeth. Somehow, Fox didn’t even drop the datapad.

Quinlan only smiles softly in the face of his own beautiful mortality. 

“Fuck,” Fox turns from a rabid animal to a slightly less rabid animal with a sigh and a scrub of his hand (still holding the datapad) over his face. “You scared me.”

Fox puts his blaster that was one press from rearranging Quinlan’s kidney back into the holster with a click. And right before Quinlan was about to make a joke regarding if Fox was happy to see him. Next time. 

“Sorry,” Quinlan lies.

Fox attempts to narrow his eyes, but it falls terribly short when the prestigious Commander exhales and leans forward, reacquainting his forehead to Quinlan’s shoulder with a dull thunk. Quinlan breathes his own little chuckle and buries his hand into Fox’s hair, scratching his scalp. Fox melts and Quinlan takes more of his weight with a quirk of his lips.

“Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to Dex’s with me,” Quinlan murmurs to the ratty couch shoved against the wall, wondering how easily he could get Fox onto it later. 

Fox hums and picks his weight up so he can look at Quinlan properly. Any hint of his scowl has cleared away with the clouds and there’s only a hard-fought trusting gaze that cuts through a fallen dark curl. Quinlan clears it away with gentle fingers that still hum against the storyboard of Fox’s skin.

“You buying?” Fox raises an eyebrow. The silvery scar that runs through it like a stream catches the sunlight outside. 

Quinlan kisses his forehead and lingers for a moment, just long enough to whisper there, “Stole some credits from Obi’s robes. He owes me anyway.”

Fox snorts and pulls away, finally placing the datapad on the desk. He sets it right next to the tiny holopicture of the two of them from a few rotations ago. Fox runs a loving finger over the frame, shrugs and responds, “Good enough for me.”

He puts his upper armor back on, steals a proper kiss, and then they’re walking through the halls again and making fun of the worst Senator of the week.

Quinlan’s heart sings the entire time because while the Force may not be second nature to Commander Fox, Quinlan Vos sure as hell is.

[lightlycareless]

so assuming that y/n and naoya are like far into the marriage and are getting along well. Do they fight every so often or are they the type of couple who rarely fight? 🤔

Heya anon!!

No relationship can go on with a few arguments here and there, but it's always about how the problem is approached rather than the problem itself (of course, there are certain limits to that but let's just go with the general)

I would love to believe that Naoya and Y/N wouldn't argue that much, if ever, however, due to the nature of his clan and his duties, that might be impossible.

I don't know of this could be of any consolation, but most of the arguments would be for exterior causes. In other words, you and Naoya have a good relationship, unfortunately, some people are not that happy about it and they may try come in-between the two, to no avail.

When arguments for personal things do happen though, I think Naoya would distance himself immediately at the heat of the moment, leaving you high and dry. You'd also leave, not wanting to talk to him either.

But after a few minutes pass, maybe an hour or so, when both have cooled down, Naoya would be the first to approach you. He'd wrap his arms around you, and you'd remain there, silent, as if still angry with him but secretly enjoying his touch.

"Why are you here?" you ask, trying to appear as unaffected as possible.

"I missed my princess." he'd respond, resting his head on top of yours.

"... that's too bad." you murmur.

"I know; I wonder if she'll allow me to see her?" Naoya smiles, knowing well that you're not really angry with him.

"... what for?"

"I don't know, was thinking about getting something to eat." he begins. "And maybe, dessert."

He knows he's got you right where you want judging by the slightest tension of your shoulders.

"...depends on what we get." you say carefully.

"Whatever you want." he kisses the top of your head, you remain silent.

Naoya sighs.

"...I—I don't like arguing with you." he admits. "I don't like seeing you upset, less when it's because of me."

You turn around, looking up to him.

"Me neither." you frown, sadness in your voice. "It's... always supposed to be us versus the world, right? I don't... I don't want to be against you."

"I'll never be against you." Naoya reassures you. "No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."

With watery and trembling lips, you pull Naoya into a tight embrace, keeping him there.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." he wraps his arms around you, doing his best to not cry himself. "But don't worry your pretty little head about that anymore. Instead, think about what you want for dinner."

"Dinner... what, you think you can just buy my forgiveness with food?" you tease.

"And dessert too." he smirks, you pout.

"I guess... you make a compelling argument—can't argue with that."

"There's nothing to argue about, the sky's the limit when it comes to you" you blush, looking away before smiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

jfc I— :( agkakjgjakg

Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Idk if you wanted more angst but, well, heheheh I just think that once Naoya finds his true love, a.k.a, you, he'll never, ever do things to hurt you (intentionally) and because you love him too, you'll never hurt him either :')

Take care!! And hope to see you soon 🥺❤️

[ask-charliemorningstar]

Hello everyone! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! My name is Charlie Morningstar and I would like to help you on your path to redemption! Please send any questions about the hotel to me or my girlfriend @ask-vaggie! We're looking forward to hearing from you. I'll leave you with one of my favorite jokes:

Someone told me my puns are golden.

I said "A U got that right."

I was really in my element. -🌈

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To better form a cohesive, consistent universe with multiple storylines, the current Lutualverse is a set roster you can find here, all of whom have been vetted as 18+. As the blogs, storylines, and shows are 18+, it is recommended that minors do not interact. We are not accepting applications at this time to join the Lutualverse, though individual mods may respond to starters at their discretion; these events will not be canon to the universe.

It has also come to our attention that some blogs are claiming to be part of the Lutualverse despite not being official members.

While we appreciate that people enjoy our work, we DO NOT appreciate being impersonated or having unaffiliated members claiming to be part of our canon.

At the time of writing, the ONLY Lutuals are as follows:

@joyerisjoy

@able-juice

@silvireal

@texanredrose

@kambiteydragon

@moreaustars

@canibalistic-brownie

@greybazzy

@seecatrun

@pseudobun

@atttwoood

@paperroxas

Our recently updated roster of characters on our Lutuals page of the Wiki lists all the OFFICIAL blogs we have can be read here (https://lutualverse.fandom.com/wiki/Lutuals).

Any new blogs or members will be announced by ONE OF US and will be LISTED on the Lutuals roster.

Any unaffiliated users claiming to be part of our verse WILL BE BLOCKED.

Thank you for your understanding.

[owlf45]

Not an ask, so don’t feel like you need to respond. I was super obsessed with your writing right before and during Covid. Helped me a lot and was actually the very first thing I bookmarked on ao3 when I finally got an account. It was during a time when my phone was locked down but found a loophole to read fanfiction. (so if there was a time where you got tons of kudos from a guest one at a single that was probably me) Your stories and writing has been amazing and always been a comfort of mine. I also learned that it was okay to be non binary and aroace (and non religious) through your and Cyber’s blogs. Thank you for everything you’ve written, sincerely an anon ❤️

Hi Anon, Cyber and I have been a mess over this ask for the past few weeks. (I've been hoarding it to myself to look back on.) I wish I had something more intelligent to say, but I'll just say this:

I'm so happy that you have learned so much about yourself and can feel comfortable being yourself. I'm sorry you were/are in a position where you had to rely on loopholes. Exploring these questions while in that environment takes curiosity and courage.

The fact that my writing and blog were motivators and sources of comfort astounds me. I never thought, in the grand scheme of things, that anything I was doing/writing was that important. In fact, at the same time I was writing and blogging here, I was also exploring my identity and my beliefs, and it was my mutuals, online friends, and readers who motivated me. It is pretty incredible to see that it's a two-way street.

I'm very proud of you anon, and I hope you are doing great. Keep rocking! Thank you for sending this message.

[megalony]

I just wanted you to know how much I love and appreciate your writing and you as an individual. I’m also excited when you post even if it’s not a fic, I just like to read what you have to say. And after seeing all the messages you’ve been dealing with, I just wanted to take the time to let you know that there are so many of us who appreciate you taking the time and sharing your work with, as well as answering so many of our prompts and asks. And I totally agree with you if people don’t like the topics or your stories than they should just not read them, instead of being passive aggressive and aggressive in anonymous asks. They are hiding behind the fact that they’re anonymous and using that to be rude and disrespectful towards you, your work, and your feelings.

So thank you so much for all you do!! I have read everything you have posted multiple times and some how every story just gets better. So know there are people out here who love you and your work and are rooting for you❤️

And here’s a picture of Stormi also having your back❤️

Ooh such a beautiful face!!!!

You’ve put me in tears!

I wish people would send their messages out of anon so I could respond and then block them. The aggressive temper I have stops me from just blocking them on sight because if I do then I spend a week ranting to myself and thinking of everything I could have said.

I love that people send me messages and questions because I love talking and connecting to people on here it’s so much easier and feels better than talking to people in person. But yea hiding behind anonymity is just weak and timid

My stories are there to make people happy but also to give myself relief to get everything out my head. They are for everyone to enjoy and if people don’t like them then they are not obliged to read.

Or in Oliver’s words ‘you are not required to announce your departure.’

Thank you for making me feel so much better and I’m sure in the morning my mood will flip back to normal settings.

And stormi is beautiful!!!!!!

🥰🥹🥰

[scary-lasagna]

Question: do you prefer Fandom slenderman where he cares for everybody as a family or canon slenderman where he doesn't care about anyone not even the proxies? Also do you write for canon slenderman because I have a request I'll send in if you write for canon slender but I wanna see what you say for. Thank you have a good day ❤️✨️

Just and FYI to everyone in the fandom since the topic was brought up: Creepypasta doesn’t really have a solid “canon”. I see this around a lot and just wanted to mentioned that everything in the Creep fandom is just ideas welded together with the foundation of not very well written scary stories. Some of people people can like, or not like, and decide to implement what and change other things. I’ve seen some debate about what’s true canon. (Mostly with Ben being a child, Jeff always wearing a white hoodie, or even Slender eating children vs consuming souls.) But the reality is (coming from someone who’s been in the creep fandom since 2013), there is no true canon. Go crazy. Make Jeff trans, make EJ a cat-boy, give Offender a better name since his brothers deserve a fourth, make Zalgo a big softie instead of the usual hardass!

(Also, my dear anon, this isn’t directed toward you. The word canon reminded me of this topic, and I’ve been wanting to mention it to my blog. Although I usually see it on tiktok, I sometimes come across it on Tumblr as well.)

howEevveeerrr, back to responding to the ask, I do love writing for characters what an opposing personality from their usual self! :] I had an idea a while ago about what if Slender was pushed too hard and turned cruel and strict in order to keep everyone alive.

But yes I would definitely write for Slender who was cruel and didn’t care about anyone but himself. The proxies may attempt a bit of mutiny.

[otomiyaa]

Re: 💌

Finally getting to respond to those who were so kind to me in messages, comments, and reblogs in the past week! @otomiya-tickles was a blog with mainly tickle fics, but you guys definitely made it feel like there was more to it :)

I piled all my answers into one big post and will treasure them for as long as Tumblr decides to keep me online this time 🤭

@lovelymessybubbly: Ahhh I remember sending that ask long ago and always wondered if you received it. I still think the timing (of my leave and your return) is ridiculous hehehe, but I'm also glad to stick around and to see you back! I hope the hiatus has been good^^

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@dokidoki-muffin: absolutely honored to have inspired you and not only that, I think you're a great friend and I love our chats and our recent collab had me filled with joy^^ !! 🧁

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@fluffandgiggles: I love your blog, the fics you write and the fandoms you choose and your kind personality, I'm glad you got to go from anon to your own blog and hope you can have fun with it for as long as you like to!

@skayleay: Sending love back to you, thank youu*w*

@beth-bethar00: Thank you 🥺

@tiredleekaz: Your message made me giggle hehe thank you for the support for the x amount of years, I also realized how easy it is to lose count when I think of all my different 'tumblr eras' 😂

@lilliee0: Sorry you had to find out this way hehe, and thank you! My account is in a good place *dramatic music plays* (no it's actually not lmao)

@rachi-roo: The Real OG 😳 I'm not sure I can accept that compliment but I thank you for it!! :3

@blobbirobbi: Sending love right back, also your tickle stories are always welcome hohoho

Anon #1: Heheh right! I know I"ve once said that even if I would quit my blog, I would never deactivate voluntarily (and definitely not without announcement) so it would have to be Tumblr to take care of that. To think that actually happened :). Hope you have a lovely day too!

Anon #2: Ahh I'm glad I could help introducing you to the tk community! Thank you for enjoying my fics, all the best to you too!^^

@infrequent-creator: Don't miss me yet, I won't be gone entirely :) I'll be here, and I'll be loud. Just my fic production will come to an indefinite stop, or break. Who knows.

@yourgigglebugmaya: Ahhh that flatters me! Thank you so much^^

@shyanon01: Thank you for the sweet message!

@hakurei-k: Hahaha! Well I'm still here too and ready to adore Solomon together.

@dirtpie39: I had to google that lololol ('sike'). Thank you for re-following^^

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@sunstone-smiles: T-T thank you a lot!!

@moongeonight: 4 years ago!! ahhh I'm happy to hear it and hope you're still having fun! :D

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@shy-lee-chu: Love you sweetie, I won't write many new fics so hope you won't be bored by me ;)

@eliankrios: Elian, I'm definitely okay thank you! I'll be mainly here to eat up the content you post ^^

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@flames-tstuff: I DON'T DESERVE YOU! ❤️❤️ Hehe answering all these messages to me feels like an entire ceremony already 🙈 And thank youuu, those 13k posts and 7k followers were from a total of 7 years of active fic writing on Tumblr though for a ton of various fandoms, I don't deserve too much credit for it ^^

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@kusuguricafe: Thank you for staying with me too 😘

@crazy-as-a-jaybird: *hug* thank youuuu T-T

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@ticklystuff: Thank you so much, will do!! I am reviving my animal crossing island (inspired by you and sezzie🤭)

@fantasizes-tickles-daily: I read about so many heartattacks and feel so sorry hehe, thank you for finding me again and for supporting my new one!^^ I can't believe I even considered not making a new blog. Your blog alone gives me the serotonin I need.

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@intheticklecloset: Thank you for the kind words and support!! T-T I look forward to enjoying the community from the sideline hehe:)

@ppystkposts: All these from anon to blogger stories make me kick my feet in delight! It's a chain reaction, I'm sure you will inspire others to start their blog as well. Your art and kindness most surely will do that^^ thank you for the support!

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@giggly-squiggily: waaa that's so sweet, thank youuuu!*0* I'll remember it!^^

@fanfic-chan: Ahhhh thank youu:D I used to call my blog my happy place and am more than happy to turn this one into that as well. Thank you for your message!

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@tickle-panile, @kiwithelee, @ticklish-sidekick, @mai-mei thank you for your concern*w*!

Special thanks to @lovelynim and @wertzunge for their instant share of my update, to @ticklygiggles for dealing with the questions about my absence, even the nasty ones. Sigh, I don't like they were rude to you! ah and also, it was Mia's message I woke up to when my blog was gone x) Never forget.

....and also ofc special speciaaaaal thanks to everyone else who reached out in DMs (I hope I answered you by now but will check soon), and to my dear friends on discord 😘

even though tumblr makes it look like my blog never existed, my evil spirit will live on and I'll keep being annoying 🤣

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If I forgot anyone's message I deeply apologize ToT !!!!

[ask-pentious]

Hello, my dearsss! IT IS I SSSIR PENTIOUS! Former resssident of the Hazbin Hotel AND GREATEST INVENTOR IN HELL...current resssident of Heaven. The once GREATESSST rival to the Radio Demon hasss come to anssswer all of your questionsss! Missss Emily hasss informed me that thisss "blogging" is the bessst way to do ssso. -🎩🐍

Pentious vs. Lute, the story so far:

Prologue:

The Serpent

The Sword

Heaven Sent:

The Seraphim

Scrambled

Boiling Point

Mod: @able-juice ((Lilith))

Lutual Statement

After a pretty rough week with a lot going on, the Lutuals have decided that moving forward we will be a bit more selective regarding certain things. We love sharing our characters and developing new and interesting storylines for people to read and interact with and want to continue doing so while protecting ourselves and our mental health. Please see below on the things we expect moving forward.

Asks, anon or not, will be deleted on sight and the sender blocked if they fall into any of the following categories:

NSFW - finding the characters hot is fine! Telling the mods what you want to do to those characters sexually is not!

Violence - show typical violence may be part of storylines or backstory to inform characterization! Graphically describing violence you would like to see done to the characters doesn’t! To vent frustrations with characters, please throw a bible at them; the mods will get the message just fine.

Hate Speech - the Lutualverse is a fun spinoff of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss settings and isn’t the place for social or political commentary. We’re just here for the various shades of queer relationships; if you’re not, kindly move along.

Spam - many Lutuals utilize their queues for asks and submissions; if you sent it once, we probably got it and will answer asks and post submissions in due time. Sending more than once will just confuse Tumblr and annoy the mod.

To better form a cohesive, consistent universe with multiple storylines, the current Lutualverse is a set roster you can find here, all of whom have been vetted as 18+. As the blogs, storylines, and shows are 18+, it is recommended that minors do not interact. We are not accepting applications at this time to join the Lutualverse, though individual mods may respond to starters at their discretion; these events will not be canon to the universe.

It has also come to our attention that some blogs are claiming to be part of the Lutualverse despite not being official members.

While we appreciate that people enjoy our work, we DO NOT appreciate being impersonated or having unaffiliated members claiming to be part of our canon.

At the time of writing, the ONLY Lutuals are as follows:

@joyerisjoy

@able-juice

@silvireal

@texanredrose

@kambiteydragon

@moreaustars

@canibalistic-brownie

@greybazzy

@seecatrun

@pseudobun

@atttwoood

@paperroxas

Our recently updated roster of characters on our Lutuals page of the Wiki lists all the OFFICIAL blogs we have can be read here (https://lutualverse.fandom.com/wiki/Lutuals).

Any new blogs or members will be announced by ONE OF US and will be LISTED on the Lutuals roster.

Any unaffiliated users claiming to be part of our verse WILL BE BLOCKED.

Thank you for your understanding.