#the protector ever :))💖

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Me after watching the Sonic Unleashed cutscenes: So so you so you're telling me that Sonic is god's gaia's special little guy???😭

[some-crow]

I think it's probably also because one of his main goals is to protect earth like he promised maria!! Earth's protector :))

Protector, huh?

I guess he is:

[xazse]

Hello! I LOVE and ADORE your work, it's simply fascinating, surely my favorite writer.

But you know what would be better? More parts of puppygirlhybrid reader and wolfhybrid Satoru, I would devour it all, down to the last word. So if you have time can you write more of this? Have a nice night 💖

Warnings: Wolf!HybridSatoru + Puppygirl!Hybrid reader + smut + not proofread + pliant!reader + short!reader (not really short only because Satoru is bigg compared to you so don’t worry too much) + licking + drooling + blowjob + overprotective!Satoru

“Satoru for the last time…”

“She’s fully capable of showering by herself, she doesn’t need you to also do that ontop of spoon-feeding her.” Suguru continues: “which she also knows how to do by herself, you’re treating her like she’s dumb.”

But Satoru thinks you are dumb! You don’t retaliate when he does any of those things, you just sit politely and smile at him, the warmest smile ever.

The huge wolf needs to be with you at all times, he feels the need to get you clean himself and always make sure you’re fully taken care of, so why is Suguru riding his back about his mate? He loves you so much so why isn’t he allowed to pin you down and fuck you right in the middle of the living room? It’s distasteful as Suguru puts it.

He has to! Sometimes you’ll give him lip about something and the only way to correct that behavior is to put you in your place, he doesn’t enjoy hearing you whine (he does) but how else are you going to learn that Satoru is your protector?

With all this Satoru does like to be dotted on sometimes, he loves when you rub his bushy tail and pointy ears, he even loves when you take the time to lick him, it makes his cock stir in pants at the thought of you running that same tongue on his cock. He isn’t known for his patience so within five minutes he’s guiding you to his thick length.

He doesn’t mind the drooling mess you make whilst sucking him, it makes it all the better, you get so lost in sucking him it’s adorable how your eyes close and you control your breathing through your nose because he’s just that thick.

Satoru loves how much bigger he is than you, it’s so easy to overtake you during your play fights. He loves to envelop you in his arms and hold you there, even grinding you down against his erection so you can see what something as simple as having fun does to him. Speaking of size difference it takes a lot for you to take his cock, he loves pressing it against your cunt just to look at how much bigger he is than you.

He has to get you really wet for you to take even half of him, using your ass is off the table, he’s tried that and the entire time you were a crybaby- he doesn’t like to see you cry so he quickly backed off and went to just humping each other.

Satoru loves messing with your tail in a ploy to get you angry so you can yell at him just for him to discipline you, every single time he does it you still haven’t realized what he wants, you’re just too dumb for that. He’ll have you cumming on his cock for hours while you spew out apologies and how much you love your Toru.

[leovenuslatina]

love galore💖

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

what your future spouse will do to impress you

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psa - tarot readings are not set in stone

take what resonates leave what doesn’t

you’re fully in control of YOUR own life

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

* take a deep cleansing breathe

and pick a pile that calls to you *

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{Pile One - 7 of swords, queen of pentacles,the world}

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what your fs does to impress you pile 1 is fix themselves!!!! they meet you and realize they need to show up as the best person for you so they go above and beyond to fix any of their flaws and even attend therapy to make sure they are the type of person that deserves you. to impress you your person will use money but not in a showing off kinda way in a way where they are being helpful. at any opportunity they can they they want to provide for you and support you they’ll want to take care of you to show you they’re the type of person you can marry and depend on, one that will be there your whole life. to impress you pile 1 they will commit quickly they’ll know they want you and only you and will be as loyal as can be.

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^extra^

abundance is my birthright

practicality

prosperity

wealth management

avoiding conflict

therapy

certainty

completion

positive

rewards

satisfaction

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{Pile Two - 8 of swords, knight of cups, 4 of wands}

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pile 2 the way your fs will impress you is by showing up when you need him the most i see something happening where you need emotional support or maybe something has you really down early in the relationship. they will be there for you ! they will show you that they can be your shoulder to lean on when you need them the most. any problems or obstacles you may face you will never face them alone with your fs by your side. your person may be a creative and to impress you they will make you something with their bare hands just to show you how much they care for you! to impress you pile 2 they’ll introduce you to all their high profile friends who could maybe help YOU in any way like maybe you have a business or something and you fs will want to to everyone to make your business grow. to impress you they will always take you where you want to go just to see your eyes light up. you fs will want to help you accomplish all your goal they want to be by you while you reach your biggest dreams. i’m seeing your fs is a charmer !!! and to impress you they will always sweep you off your feet.

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^extra^

arrival

invitation

always want you around

new opportunities

dreamer

celebration

happiness

completion

pleasure

new beginnings

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{pile three - 2 of cups, the sun, 10 of wands}

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to impress you my pile 3 your fs will offer you immediate friendship they will show you that they actually care about you and will want to get to know who you are completely before taking things further.

to impress you pile 3 they will always want you to experience the upmost happiness when they’re with you. like pile 2 your fs will want to see you achieve all your goal and help you as much as possible being like a cheerleader right by your side. some more things they’ll do to impress you is if anything comes up to both you they will stick up

for you right away. they don’t want anything to hurt you or make you feel bad like you’re own protector.

they lift you up anytime you need it and alway make you rest if you’ve ever taken on too many work projects. they will want to take care of you any way they can. they’ll impress you by always know your moods and almost reading your mind about anything you need.

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^extra^

love

partnership

mutual love

overcommitted

burdens

challenges

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[merakiui]

AHH THE BOYS FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO ‘REPOPULATE’ WITH YOU FIRST 💖💖💖 SO YUMMYYY

They all try to prove to you that they’re the better candidate by doing all sorts of things for you. Trying to show you that he’s the strongest or more capable than the others. Showing you just how good of a protector and provider he is, ensuring you’re always safe and comfortable while stuck on the island with him. Surely this is enough to help you decide that he’s the one who gets to knock you up first.

Tests of strength and wit and courage—they all hope to have moments to shine just a bit brighter than the rest so that you’ll ultimately choose him in the end. Although there’s also sneaky bribery and reasonable hypotheticals. If you let Riddle knock you up, he’s the most sensible and will know just how to handle this, as he’s read up on pregnancy before and knows all about it. If you let Lilia knock you up, he’ll be more than prepared as he’s raised a child before! If you let Floyd knock you up, you’ll never want for anything. The same goes for Azul; after all, how could you possibly say no to someone who only ever has your best interests in mind? Jack is a sweetheart; he’s loyal and will love you even more fiercely when you’re round with his child. He could never not love you. Ace is…Ace. He has good qualities; just give him a chance!

It doesn’t matter who you choose because in the end you’re still getting bred. :)

[deesseshesca]

PAC : SITUATIONSHIP (NO.1) (18+)

Am I ignoring any dealbreakers?

One last time... I need to be the one that takes you home...

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Y'all are 2 avoidant attachment style living the perfect relationship. Comforting each other, cuddling, PDA, popping up at each job or a from of each other house. Even making love to each other ... no labels is truly a bliss...

Am I ignoring any deal breakers?

PILE 1 

No

What's their energy on 'commitment' – is it giving 'ride or die' or 'ghosting ? 

They care for you. They have affection towards. You are their comfort place. The person they can vent when they need something but at the end of the day… they will never love you. You ain’t the one they want to change for. They are still hooked on a past situationship where the person they were dealing with was not settling for their bullshit. Requiring them to change. Having these big conversations, telling them and having faith in them for change. When it comes down to it, you are one of the best things that has happened to them and they want to keep you close for the intimacy and support y’all build for each other. They know they deserve more and you ain’t it…babe. 

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PILE 2 

Y'all are on your period.

Am I ignoring any deal breakers?

Yes

What's their energy on 'commitment' – is it giving 'ride or die' or 'ghosting ? 

Your person is messy. ‘’ They almost 40 acting like little bitch’’. They act like they never had a good thing, a day in their life. They act like a child. They can’t choose what toy they want. Like they want the money so they dedicated all their time to their job. They are workaholics. Always putting work before you. There’s a meeting, work trip, a golf day, etc. They also want to be providers, that’s why you are there. They are paying your rent, bills, pet medical care and maintenance day. But you are giving BIG BOSS energy. You can get it on your own. You did not welcome them in your life for money. You wanted love, respect and good sex. Technically they are doing it but… they have yet to claim you (officially). Than what do you see on your timeline, they out here fucking stripper and flying out escort. Men you need to choose. What do you want ? Work, family or freedom ? Out here treating you like an option … smh.

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PILE 3 

You left for college (even study abroad). You came back with your diploma reading to found a job in your hometown and excited to meet her/him again. Just to stare at the broken version of what you said goodbye a couple years ago. Is truly breaking your heart and all you want to do is nurture them.

Am I ignoring any deal breakers?

No

What's their energy on 'commitment' – is it giving 'ride or die' or 'ghosting ?

Is giving worshiping you. Is giving more than commitment … is giving devotion. They want to be somebody you can lean on. They want to be your provider and protector. They want to pour even more nourishing energy than you ever gave them. They want to be your safe haven. They want to evolve with you. They really want to build you a house. Wherever you want and you can decorate it whoever you want. They want to be the one you  call when your car is acting funny or you need help changing a light ball. Bring it on : the marriage, the engagement ring, the honeymoon, even the future children. They are on whatever you are into. They want to grow with you. They would love to go through couple therapy so they can get the tools to make this forever last. Y’all don’t have any problem but they want to ensure they are doing everything right.  

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[lucaslovescats]

Pink heart, pink helmet - Demitra kalogeras x male!reader (fluff)

Tw: None!!!

Requested!! (Male reader teaches Demitra how to skate)

Authors note: I loved writing this so much!!! So sorry for the delay, life is hard

Word count: 750 (approx)

Demitra💖

What should I wear?

You

Wear something simple, like a shirt and some pants

Since you do need protection

Demitra 💖

I cant just wear yours?

You

Nah, doubt they fit

But we can buy you some next to the park

They sell them in all colors, definitely going to be some you like

Demitra����

Even in pink?

You

Even in pink, baby

—

You open the store's door, signature squeal being heard as the glass door slides against the wood floor. You stepped aside, letting Demitra go in before going in yourself.

It's a small, comfortable store with the basics. Wax, guards, helmets... basically everything you need to start out, just insanely overpriced

Demitra walks towards the helmet section, immediately starting to look around through different options, picking a few up even but none really catch her eye.

"Do you think I should get this one?" She asks after a few minutes, showing a baby pink helmet with different kinds of pink stars.

"I think you should check out the guards first, get ten matching and all" you say after considering it for a while, knowing she probably wants her elbow and knee protectors to match her helmet. “Maybe I should” she says, smiling at you before walking with you towards the side of the store with protectors

—

On the way to the park, Demitra looked excited. Both of you engaged in some conversation talking about whatever came to your minds, but as you give her a simple explanation on the first step, she looks far too worried for such a simple thing, eyebrows furrowed and pout visible

The step was simple, just getting on the skateboard and then learning how to keep her balance for a few seconds

"Are you sure this is like, enough protection?" She ask, uncertain . You giggle a bit, think on how you watched people first get on the skateboard with nothing to protect them self in areas were the ground is hard to skate on. “Mitra, I’ve seen people start skating barefoot and shirtless on the streets next to the beach, you will be fine"

With that, she takes a little nod, bracing herself to get on, but not before she grabs your hard tight. Once on it, she looks a little dubious of raising her leg, even if you're right there, still holding tight “Promise me if I fall you will catch me" she says, head turning to face you. "Always" You reply, almost as if it's a fact. Which, at least to you, it was. She raises her leg for no longer than five seconds before quickly putting it down on the floor, and repeats this a few times before she starts moving the skateboard slightly.

She smiles at her progress, looking down slightly at you before immediately looking forward, like you taught her on the way here.

You look up at her, following at the same speed, smiling at her progress too. Maybe being a teacher wasn’t so bad after all, or atleast, being Demitras teacher wasn’t.

In the end, you spend hours in the park. She insists on you holding her hand for the first few minutes of trying something new and once she feels sure enough, she makes you trail slowly behind her everytime she moves, you hands out as if you were following a clumsy toddler learning how to walk, but it's the prettiest girl you've ever seen, who also happens to be your girlfriend, learning how to skate because she wants to do this with you.

You catch her every time she gets unsteady, sometimes even stopping her even though she wouldn’t fall, and everytime she would whispers a little “thanks” and kiss you wherever. On your hands, arms, shoulders, wherever of yours was closer to her head at the time. She only falls once, and that one time is on top of you. You're not hurt and neither is sle, but it does end up with both of you laughing on the floor for a lot longer than you should have, not being able to get up as each time would just be met with another wave of laughter from one of you.

All things considered, the first class went well.

[lonelyisamyw-0love]

Hymn to Virgil

Moon knight HC’s

Dedicated to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for being an incredible friend and encouraging (bullying me) into writing more lol 💖💖💖 (Merry Christmas Eve friend)

Summary: reader is singing new Hozier song, Hymn to Virgil. The boys overhear them singing at different points. None of the boys have ever heard reader sing so this is their first impression.

Marc

• Hates being moon knight, hates the fighting, the guilt, the heaviness

• He lands lightly on the balcony where you’ve left the window open for him

• He tells you not to (for safety reasons), but you do anyways (he deserves a warm welcome home)

• His suit recedes, the injuries incurred long gone but the soreness feels bone deep as he climbs through the window

• He hears music playing that’s nothing new, you practically always have background music playing

• But he can hear something over it…he walks around to the kitchen and is sees something that makes him forget Khonshu, forget being a protector of the travelers of the night

• You’ve cooking dinner, unaware of him singing softly to yourself

• You turn to a picture of you and Marc last year on a picnic he planned

• One of the rare occurrences he was just…him

• Smiling you sing the lyrics “I would burn the world to bring some heat to you” as you trace his face in the photo.

• Marc doesn’t realize he’s crying til he sniffles and your turn around, startled

• You rush over, wiping the tears from his cheeks, checking for injuries when he gently takes your hands in his

• “Did you mean that?” he asks you in a soft voice, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hands. “w-what you said-sang…did you mean it?”

• You think for a moment, you were just singing in the moment but the pieces slot together

• You flip your hands to pull Marc into a hug, gently rubbing his back

• “Of course I do Marc”, you murmur softly. “I’d do anything to make sure you were happy and taken care of”

• Marc feels something crack in his chest, a warmth long forgotten filling his chest as he pulls you into a vice like grip

• You stand in an embrace as the song continues to play, Marc murmuring soft “thank you”s against you

Jake

• You’re mouthing along to the music playing through Jake’s car speakers as he pumps gas

• “Hey cielo…let’s skip the holiday party tonight” you say, turning the music down and leaning out the window towards him

• He quirks an eyebrow at you as he finishes with the gas “You sure Cariño? You were looking forward to it all month”

• He slides back into the driver’s seat, kissing your cheek softly. The engine turns over with a gentle purr and soon enough you two are back on the road

• You gaze out the window, watching the world pass by “I don’t want to go if they’re going to be weird around you” you reply softly

• One hand rubs circles on your thigh as he drives “Cariño, you know we don’t care what people think. I am happy to get dressed up and be your arm candy” he chuckles, the sound a soft rumble that always makes you smile

• You try to think about how to put your thoughts into words: how you don’t want Jake to have to dress up for people whose opinion don’t really matter, how you’ve heard some of your coworker’s snide remarks about your boys in general, how you’d rather be with him than them

• Serendipitously you catch the lyrics of a familiar song playing and smile. “Hey Jake?”

• He hums in acknowledgement, keeping an eye on traffic when you sing softly, reaching over and softly kissing his cheek

• “I wouldn't be seen walking through any door/ Some place that you're not welcome to”

• If Jake wasn’t already smitten with you, he is full-blown, head over heels for you now. His heart fluttering in his chest “¿tu cantas?”

• You chuckle and nod “occasionally. But did you hear the lyrics? I’d rather-“

• Jake nods as he changes lanes and makes a U-turn “si si, I heard you and it makes me so happy to hear that. But you-tu voz… we’re making a pit stop and then going home”

• Your chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh “where’s the fire? Where’re we headed now cielo?”

• Jake smiles and laces his fingers with yours as he drives “to get some vinyls so I can hear more of that angelic singing”

Steven

• You decided to stop over at the museum to surprise Steven on his lunch break, sneaking him some vegan treats you made. Nodding along to the music in your headphones until you hear the grating sound of Donna’s voice.

• “Your ‘ead must be full of cotton Stevie. Don’t know what I’m thinkin’ keepin’ you on staff” her voice sets you on edge, but you steel your own emotions as you hurry inside to see Donna standing with her arms crossed chewing her gum obnoxiously as Steven stands there trying to advocate for himself.

• If that wasn’t bad enough, there are still customers in the gift shop. If you were upset before, you’re incensed now.

• “Donna if you would jus-” Steven tries to interject but Donna carries on “Should’ve fired you when you vandalized the bloody toilets.”

• You walk over, excusing yourself as you pass other customers. Relief flooding his features as he sees you. Donna turns to see you approaching, giving you a snide look-over.

• “Hi hun, I wanted to come and stop by for your lunch break. There wouldn’t be any reason that’s stopping you from being able to go on the uninterrupted 20 minute break that you are legally required to have…right? you ask, looking pointedly at Donna. There are several gasps from the customers in the gift shop

• Donna looks at them, as if she is suddenly aware of all the eyes on her. Fuming, she stalks off muttering to herself. You frown as she leaves and take a deep breath before focusing on Steven again.

• Steven runs his hand through his curls, taking a deep breath “thanks love. You always show up just at the right time don’t you?”

• You smile and put the “Out on Break” sign on the counter as the customers meander back into the lobby or out of the museum.

• Walking hand in hand, you two sit on the steps outside. A nice breeze blows as you hand him the small container. “Here. Made fresh this morning.” Steven’s face lights up and takes the container. He hums happily as he bites into one “you should be on one of those shows love. Better than most actual chefs.” You smile and roll your eyes; you’re pretty sure you could burn something to a crisp and Steven would still love it.

• “Oh! I’ve been listening to this song a lot recently. I wanted to share it with you” You hand him a headphone and begin it over again.

• He shifts slightly closer to you, loving this shared experience as Hozier’s voice sings out to you both.

• Steven smiles at you, literal hearts for eyes when you turn to smile at him. You reach over and run your fingers through his curls, the way he enjoys as you sing “I do not do this for myself/ I'd walk through Hell on living feet for you”

• Stevens eyes widen as the words register in his brain. It’s as if in that moment it’s just you and him in the world. You’re not even sure he’s breathing, and to be fair, he isn’t either. But he couldn’t care less.

• You sang. You sang to him. You serenaded him and he doesn’t think he can ever hear another song that isn’t sung by you ever again

[ithinkabouttzu]

I love your writing!!! I feel like you would do this so well but if it’s too much I totally get it! I was wondering if you could do a how easy co reacts to a readers crazy ex bf, like restraining order level crazy, maybe past trauma that they never ever talked about before but suddenly the guy is around so it gets brought up? Reader seems terrified and they realize why type of thing. Doesn’t even have to be all reactions either… maybe just winters, Speirs, guarnere, bull, and Liebgott?

Yes of course thank you for your request!! I hope you enjoy it! 💖

Easy co.’s reaction to their s/o having a crazy ex

genre: romance, angst, jealousy?

warnings: Fighting; violence, swearing (reader is gn!)

Description: The easy co. boys reaction to their s/o (you) seeing your crazy ex in public

Taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

BoB masterlist

Dick Winters: You and him would be out downtown, window shopping and enjoying one another’s time. He’s very attentive so I feel like if something was wrong with you he’d notice it immediately. He’d see you constantly fiddling with your hands and glancing away. “What’s wrong honey?” He would ask you before seeing them. Your ex, walking towards you two. He would immediately take the initiative and move you and him away from your ex. Making sure that you never have to worry about coming face to face with him. It’s a very rare moment where he gets very protective over you. When you tell him what happened with you and your ex, he feels furious. He somehow wishes he could have been there for you, to make sure you never got hurt in any way possible. He promises to you that he will never hurt you or let anything happen to you, he swears by it.

Bill Guarnere: I feel like he’s one of those boyfriends who already does some research on your ex/s wayyy before getting in a relationship with you. So when you guys are out and about and he sees him, you don’t have to worry about him not coming up to y’all, because he’s already walking up to him ready to beat the hell out of him. (he’s a whoop-ass and explain later type of guy) I think he gets more emotional than you do. Just because he loves you so much and would hate to see you uncomfortable, especially when he’s around. I also feel like he’d take the “protector” role very seriously in y’all’s relationship so be prepared for that also. He’d spend the rest of the day just making up to you and trying his best to make you feel safe.

Joe Liebgott: You and him would be having a cute little date at the zoo, looking at all the cute animals and enjoying the nice weather, I think both of you are too distracted with one another to notice that there is a weird looking person walking up to y’all very quickly. Joe notices that you look uncomfortable first, and when he sees your ex he finally connects the dots and gets very defensive over you. He kinda has this instinct where he needs to protect you at all costs, like pushing you behind him in case things get out of hand lol. “If you gotta problem, pal, you can tell me” You honestly have to pull Lieb out of a fight no kidding. “do something like that again and see what happens” Is definitely threatening your dumb ass ex. He feels so bad bc he felt like seeing your ex ruined the date, but promises to make it up to you. “I swear darlin’ I’ll never be like them.”

Bull Randleman: He would have taken you out on a beautiful dinner after a long week. Something nice that you and him both deserve, all until you see your ex. In all honesty he would hate to see you scared. Like it makes him so angry, all he wants to do is hold you and tell you everything will be okay. He sees you so nervous and genuinely doesn’t know what’s going on, until he sees you looking at someone who looks a lot like your ex that he’s seen before. He has to mentally talk himself out of going up to your ex, and just “talking” to them. In reaction to all this he just keeps you close and offers for you and him to leave the area if you’d like. “I promise you, sweet thing, you don’t have to worry about them anymore. I’m here now.” He just wants to take you away from the situation and let you pick what you guys do for the rest of the evening. He probably has a one-on-one conversation with your ex while you wait in the car. “Whatever happened in the past, it’s over. Don’t ever look at them again.”

Ronald Speirs: It’s pretty self explanatory on how this guy would act. He doesn’t fly completely off the rails but it’s very obvious he wants to commit crimes on your ex. Like if looks could kill your ex would have been obliterated into the air. And if your ex APPROACHES you?? Oh it’s game on. He really doesn’t have an excuse to be cordial anymore. He goes for the, “Honey, is this guy/gal bothering you? Do I need to do something about it?” He is the most intimidating person ever in this situation. Verbal threats are definitely said from him, clear warnings if anything. Seeing you so nervous and scared sets something scary off inside of him. Like he’s ready to tear anyone apart just to make sure you are safe and sound. If anything you’ll be needing to calm him down for the rest of the night. “If you ever see him/her around here close to you, let me know and i’ll handle it” It’s safe to say that you won’t have to worry about them again lmao.

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[fanfiction4sooya]

No rush (Yeji x F!Reader)

Requested by my lovely cherry anon!! I did my best (which wasn't thaaat much, but anyway) so hope ya'll like it!! 💖💖💖

tw: +18, porn without plot, sweet love making, fingering, oral (yeji receiving), pussy humping, overall just r! adoring yeji, etc;

You observed how Yeji moved around from one side of the room to the other, literally pacing around while talking on the phone with approximately seven different people at a time, moving schedules with her manager, talking to Lia's doctor, her parents, reporters trying to get a glimpse of the comeback, everything while still in her white towel.

You knew she was a people pleaser at heart, that's why you wanted to be by her side. You were the person that helped her hit the breaks every once in a while, her rock and faithful protector.

She glanced at you while speaking on the phone and you lightly tapped your wrist for her to understand it was time to stop. Yeji nodded, biding her goodbyes to whoever she was talking to. She approached you in bed, straddling your hips and hiding her face on the crook of your neck to inhale your sweet, calming scent.

"No more phone for today" You reached for her phone, turning it off and placing it with yours on the nightstand.

"Are you sure you wanna leave me without a cellphone for two days?" She said, clinging more into you, your arms circling her waist.

"The world will definitely keep turning without your help, my love" You kissed her forehead and she blinked a bit, frowning.

"Am I leaving you too much time unattended?" Yeji nervously bit her lip and you chuckled lightly.

"No" You sat up, bringing her body with yours. Now you were with your back on the bed frame, your faces on the same level.

"I feel bad for leaving you-" She started but you interrupted by kissing her deeply, your tongues dancing together in a slow motion. She hummed against your mouth, her breath hitching lightly.

"I knew the terms and conditions when I signed the contract, Yeji" You told her, roaming your hands around her body and over the towel. "I am here to support and help you, okay?" You said pecking her lips, taking the towel off her body.

She blushed deeply, lowering her eyes.

"You are too good for me" She said, both her hands on your shoulders. You were only in bra and panties, literally just waiting for her.

"Because you are too good to everyone else" You kissed her again, your body heating with how much you wanted her. "Let me take care of you, now" You grazed your fingertips on her waist and she shivered, nodding a bit.

She was the one initiating the kiss this time, still a bit shy but pretty consistently. You always thought it was cute how she was so sexy and bold on stage and shy and quiet in your bed.

Lightly pushing and pulling her hips you made her bare cunt hump your abs slowly, staring into her pretty eyes. She bit her lip, her hips humping on their own as your hands went to her beautiful breasts kissing her neck when you heard the first real whimper leave her lips.

"That's it baby, keep going..." You whispered on her ear and she closed her eyes, adding more power to her thrusts, her gorgeous red hair cascading on her face as she kissed you again, pulling your face into hers with both hands.

Slipping your hand between your bodies you collected some of her wetness, circling her entrance to soon push one finger inside. Her breath hitched as she gasped ever so delicately onto your lips, making your heart swell in pride. You felt her slightly tense under you, hugging your shoulders.

"One more" She pleaded and you did as she asked, easing one more finger into her. "T-thank you" Her face was blushed, almost as red as her hair and you smiled.

"Fuck Yeji, you look so pretty like this" You pumped your fingers harder, your palm against her clit.

She whimpered, her eyes shining with adoration. You loved how she was surrendered to you, her shy and quiet demeanor beautifully escalating into something even more raw than sex.

"Please, let me cum" She cried out and you smiled kissing her shoulder, taking your fingers from inside her.

"You don't have to cum now" You said, switching positions with her. Kissing her lips you lowered those to her shoulders, then her breasts. "No rush" You confidently told her and she nodded, her face now a light shade of pink.

She mewled when your tongue made contact with her nipple, scratching your back as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Her hips instinctively rolling against your skin as you positioned yourself between her legs to kiss her hard abs and then the inside of her thighs.

Her eyes were attentive, her lips slightly parted as her right hand caressed your face with passion, admiring you. Her rock, her safe place.

"I love you so much" She said and you felt your heart beat faster, leaning into her touch.

"I love you, princess" You kissed her palm, then her patch of hair, her delicate pink clit. Her whole body shook when you did that, her hand finding your locks in no time as you deepened the kiss on her bundle of nerves, swirling your tongue on it.

"Oh my god" She gasped, her hips bucking onto your face as you embraced her thighs to pull her even closer.

You loved hearing her, feeling her; her smooth skin sweaty against yours, her delicate hands pulling you in by the hair, her labored breaths failing to fill in her lungs and how you knew just by your touch her mind stopped racing completely.

Yeji was a mess under you as your tongue started to go in and out of her drenched cunt. You could feel her muscles tremble under your hands but that was the fun of it.

"Don't stop please, please" She repeated it over and over again and of course she didn't have to ask you that. You were only stopping when everything she could think of was you fucking her and the only words she could utter were those pleas for pleasure.

Your lips latched onto her (now swollen) clit and you plugged two fingers inside of her with certain difficulty due to the intensity of the trembles going through her body. She moaned loudly, louder than you ever heard her do it and that made your ego boost to the roof, your panties completely ruined with how much you wanted her to fuck you too. But of course you could do that later, now was her moment and not yours.

"You can let go for me" You managed to say between licking and sucking on her clit.

Her eyes watered and she covered her mouth, the only sounds to be heard were your slurping and the wet sound of your hand meeting her soaked cunt.

The world stopped the moment her body tensed, her neck veins exposed when she threw her head back on the pillow, her legs shaky as your hand kept fucking her with your fingers coated in her slick, white and wet. You kept your fingers in and out and got up to her face, kissing her cheek.

"Breathe, love" You softly said, feeling her clench against your fingers. After a few seconds she let go, her limp body falling against the mattress now.

You kissed her neck and jaw, then her lips. She hissed when you pulled your fingers out of her, her eyes small and glossy.

"Let me take care of you too" She tried to push you to switch places but you firmly held her wrists against the mattress.

"Not now" You said, kissing her deeply one more time. Now the kiss had more passion, less tension. You plugged your cum coated fingers into her mouth and she licked them clean, blushing a bit. "I brought you to this hotel so I can adore you, make you forget the world..." You kissed her again, pulling your panties to your ankles and aligning yourself between her legs to kiss her again.

"I don't even know there's something else outside those doors" She shrugged and you chuckled against her lips.

"Good girl, Yeji" You said, humping your clits together now. "That's my good girl" She closed her eyes, her hands immediately finding your hips to pull you closer so your pussies would grind better, your cunts slipping against each other in the most obscene way.

Let's say that after a few hours Hwang Yeji definitely couldn't remember anything that wasn't you...

[just-jordie-things]

hello i'm not sure if you take requests i'm sorry If not 😭 but I really love your fics and I was wondering if you could do something like a long distance relationship with megumi? like reader is from kyoto jujutsu high and they met during that competition event, it can be hcs or whatever you like. Thank u in advance 💖

yes yes yes let's do some chunky hcs bc i never do them and they're fun _

when you first meet the tokyo students, you come across as shy. which isn't really who you are, but they'd just lost one of their friends, and you didn't think it was right to mess with them like mai and todo were. so you tucked yourself behind the rest of your classmates and kept your eyes glued to your phone

(when yuuji ends up being alive and you're told that the mission here is to kill the vessel by whatever means necessary, you still keep your eyes down, but you're anything but distracted)

you don't run into megumi directly. you run into a demon dog. at first you brandish your weapon, frowning at the idea of having to defend yourself against such a fluffy creature. but it seemed the dog wasn't focused on you, as if attacking you wasn't the command it had been given. as you approach it, your steps are calculated, slow, just to be sure it wasn't going to catch you off guard.

more peculiar, when you got close enough, and you lowered your weapon to your side, the big puppy sat itself on the ground. you actually laughed, before carefully placing your hand between it's ears for a little scratch. the divine dog seemed to smile as it panted and pushed it's head further into your pleasant scratching.

"i can't just sit here all day and pet you you know," you coo to the shikigami, but despite your words you crouch down to get a better look at it's detailed markings. "but a little break couldn't hurt, could it?" you ask with a bright smile.

the dog thumps it's tail against the ground a few times, displaying it's content with your attention. again, you giggle. if only you could've been born with a cursed technique that could bring you such companionship.

"you're such a good boy, aren't you?" you praise. "or girl? i'm sorry. I wonder if you have a name..."

you're not sure how much time had passed, but you know it's not smart to stay in one place for too long. you don't know what would be worse, your opponent finding you, or your own peers.

you figure you'd rather the curses unleashed in the area would be your best bet.

however just as you're about to go back to the task at hand, you're caught. or, found, really.

"what the hell are you doing?"

your weapon in hand again, you whirl around towards the voice, and you even step in front of the shikigami as though you were it's protector.

there stands one of the tokyo students, a sword in hand but it's lowered to his side, and the most perplexed face you've ever seen on anyone.

(it's kind of cute, actually)

"dogs are my weakness" you shrug with you honest answer to his question.

it's then that his eyes shift to you, and you realize he hadn't been talking to you, he'd been talking to the divine dog. you snort.

"so you're his owner?" you think out loud. "does he have a name?"

megumi blinks, bewildered by such a question. shouldn't you be attacking him right now? he supposes he should have used your distraction as an opening to get you out first, but he couldn't help but stop in his tracks when he caught you baby talking his shikigami.

whether that was because you were so pretty and he hadn't seen you before, or he was confused as to why his shikigami wasn't following simple orders, he wasn't sure. (it was definitely both tho)

"uh, totality" he answers, and he doesn't know why, it's not like you need an answer, it's not like he owes you an answer, but it comes out before he can stop himself.

you grin, and turn back to the dog- turning your back completely on your opponent- just to scratch behind his ears and coo again.

"totality," you repeat with a smile, and the shikigami's tail waves back and forth in wide swoops on the ground. "what a good boy, aren't you?"

no, megumi thinks bitterly, he's not a good boy because he was supposed to be taking out the kyoto students, yet here you were, playing with him.

"i'm (y/n)," you say, and megumi isn't sure if you're introducing yourself to him or the shikigami, because your focus remains completely on the latter. "you're megumi, right?"

he doesn't say anything, maybe because he's been at a loss for words since he's stumbled upon this little interaction, or maybe because he's suddenly feeling... shy?

"mai's told me about you," you explain, turning to look at him again. he still has his weapon at his side, and you smile at how unguarded he seems to be. so far, he doesn't seem anything at all like you classmate had explained.

(then again, mai had tried to convince everyone her sister was no threat, but you'd met maki, and you know to keep a distance because you'd like to keep all your teeth intact)

"did you do something to him? why isn't he attacking you?"

you shrug again, before turning to face your opponent once more.

"I dunno," you shrug. "maybe his master doesn't will him to attack me, so he hasn't," you smirk at the insinuation, and your pride only blooms when megumi visibly flusters. even from a few feet away, you can see the tips of his ears go red.

and the truth is megumi is flustered. incredibly so. here you were, a stranger, an opponent, cooing to his shikigami like it were a puppy you saw in a pet store window, and now you were smiling at him and you weren't even lifting your weapon. maybe he didn't want totality to get you out of the event? were you right to assume that?

now that he thinks about it, he hasn't exactly lifted his weapon either. but that's just cause he was shocked, right?

"well, since you're not getting me out, i'll do you a favor too," you say, and suddenly you're approaching him, rapidly so. every instinct tells him to tighten his grip on his weapon and brandish it before you could get too close, but somehow you stand before him and his sword remains at his side.

this is your cursed technique, right? you must be doing something to make him freeze in place, because this was completely out of the ordinary for him.

"itadori is in danger," your voice drops in volume, and it also loses the sweet, cursive melody you'd previously used when speaking to his shikigami like a pet. "the old man wants him dead. you need to make sure your team knows"

a million thoughts and questions race through his head, but megumi remains silent, his eyes wide as he stares at you, trying to decipher if you're even telling the truth. this could be a trap after all, maybe an ambush. you have no reason to show all your cards and confess this to him, after all.

but your features are serious, hardened with genuinity. and megumi realizes you have no reason to lie, either. he swallows a lump in his throat before he nods.

he's not sure why he trusts you, but he just feels like he should. in that moment, it feels like he's known you longer than the past three minutes, like it's been years, like you're his closest confidant and there wasn't a chance in the world you could deceive him.

you nod back at him, before a small smile creeps over your lips, letting yourself indulge in his pretty features before you step away with the intention of getting back to the event.

"you get one pass megumi, i still have a game to win" you tell him with a grin. "but i do hope I can see you again!"

lucky for him your back is turned as you head off into the trees, because the comment makes the rest of his face burn hot and he knows it would be obvious if you were looking his direction.

with you out of sight, he turns his attention towards totality.

"what the hell was that?" he mutters, and for a second, he actually would have appreciated an answer, because whatever your hold on him was, hadn't seemed like cursed energy at all.

i'm loving this i'm gonna make a part two to this in a bit :3

[moonlit-imagines]

What About Now?

Cal Kestis x reader

warnings:

a/n: i was listening this at work to get ideas while i did the most boring job ever and i immediately got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking abt it omg. also hi erica!!!!

prompt: @sweetjedi: “Hello awesome human! 🙂Congratulations on your follower celebration!!! I hope it is kind to you. May I request, for the celebration: Song: What About Now - Daughtry Character: Cal Kestis Fandom: Star Wars Relationship: Romantic Thank you thank you! 💖 I hope you have a calm day.”

“I worry for you, Cal.” Jaro Tapal speaks as the young boy watches the pair, Master and Padawan, walk away from them, Cal’s expression turning more disappointed with each dwindling step. “I understand that it’s natural to feel strong emotions towards people close to you, but you must remember the rules of the Jedi Order.”

“‘No emotional attachment.’” The Padawan recited, sighing to himself and looking away from you and your master. “I understand the Jedi Code, but what if I can’t help it?”

“You will learn.” Master Tapal warned before turning the opposite way and leading his Padawan elsewhere.

Years had gone by, you had left that life behind. They left you no choice. You had a new name, a new look, a new purpose. Anything to separate you from the Order. Anything to keep yourself alive.

And everything was going fine. You found yourself living on a halfway-decent planet—one you believed to be your birth planet, actually. Your calling was no longer a protector of the galaxy, it was bartending. There was a certain charisma you had that attracted people to you, you made good money and lived your quiet little life. Until a familiar face walked through your doors. “We’re closed, come back in an hour.” You told them without looking back.

“Can you make an exception?” The man asked, which made you roll your eyes involuntarily as you turned around, only to freeze at the sight of a ghost of your past. “You look different.”

“You look the same.” You slapped your rag across your hand a few times, thinking of what to say next. “Taller.” There was an awkward silence as you and Cal stared at each other. You hadn’t seen anyone from your past in damn near eight years. “How’d you find me? We’re you looking?”

“Kind of.” Cal shrugged and stepped closer. “I didn’t know it was you when we got the lead, but…I’m glad it was.” You didn’t like the feeling you got when he said that.

“You’re here for something. What is it?” You were still apprehensive, in these times you had to be. You trusted Cal, he had a heart that you felt couldn’t be corrupted. But your motives may no longer align. The Force, the Order, the greater good of the galaxy. Those were all behind you, but it didn’t seem to be for him.

“Help.” He said, and your shoulders immediately dropped. The request exhausted you. “No, I know. It’s stupid, but of all the Jedi in the galaxy…I was lead to you. That can’t be a coincidence.” You stared at him, pokerfaced while he nervously tried to give you this convincing speech, but all you saw was that Padawan just as nervous to say “hi” as you walked past each other in the halls of the Jedi Temple. He took a seat as you poured him some water. “You seem like you have a comfortable life here, quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. I haven’t had to worry about the Order or Empire in years.” You set the glass in front of him and sat down in the chair across. “Whatever you’re doing, Cal, I know your heart is in the right place, but I left that part of my life behind. I had to.”

“We had to. I’m right with you, y/n. I was doing just fine, a scrapper out on Bracca. I didn’t have any hope left in me, and I stood by and watched as the Empire abused innocent people around me.” Cal took a gamble and reached for your hand. “I was tired of fighting, I didn’t want to lose again. But a former Jedi Master found me, she inspired me to find my own path. We’ve already done so much to help, it’s just that we’re not enough.” You closed your eyes and gripped his hand back, missing the comfort of the past.

On one hand, you built your life here. You felt comfortable. You had a job, a home, and…you were lonely. You had no one, no companionship as a precaution because no one could know your secret and no one could be put in danger because of it. Would you just up and leave on a whim? For a boy you knew when you were young?

That boy was Cal, though. In another life, things could have been. But that was a sacrifice of the Order. And yet, here he was, holding your hand and staring into your eyes, telling you he needed you. He knew you were meant for more than bartending on the far side of the galaxy, and he was itching to be able to catch up if you’d let him.

“When do you need to leave?” You mumbled the question as not to excite him too much. His smile grew quickly enough, anyways.

“Is that a ‘yes?’” Cal watched as you nodded, standing up with you. “Now would be good. I’ll help you gather what you need from your place if you’d like.”

“Always the gentleman.” You chuckled. “Let’s get out of here before the regulars arrive, though.”

“Or the Empire.” Cal joked, sort of. They were looking for him after all.

“I’m not gonna regret this, am I?” You led him out the door and locked up.

“You’ll regret not doing it years ago.” What he said would be true. Years ago, your life was turned upside down. You traded one rule book for another. What he had proposed to you was more than a chance to help—it was freedom. And here you were with that boy you were told not to love all those years ago. And there was no rule book to stop you.

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My Dearest Shadow

Jason Voorhees x GN! Reader

Pt. 2

(It might lean fem at times but I’m going to try my best to keep it neutral for everyone!)

Read Pt 1 here

Tw: stalking, paranoia, jason shenanigans

(I’m forcing you to enjoy tea and baking, and there’s nothing you can do about it ✨💖)

1,018 words below the cut

Previously in Chapter 1:

Your eagerness got the better of you, and you turned around despite the loud thumping in your chest. There was nothing at first as you searched through the closest trees. A figure quickly moved to the side at the edge of your vision- a very large figure. You gulped, scanning the tree line and focusing on a thick tree trunk hiding the person well. Whoever they were, they were most definitely right there, and to your knowledge, this was the closest encounter you'd had with them while awake.

You tried to think of something to say, pondering if you should have said anything at all in this tense moment.

What were you supposed to do…?

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He was there. He had been here since you'd arrived near the camp. He didn't know how long it had been since the last few teenagers had come around, and he had slaughtered them all. But now you were here... you'd been here longer than he expected.

Once he realized how close you were to the campgrounds, he was inclined to kill you, just like all the others.

It took quite a few days of convincing from his mother to spare you, telling him you were different. You were not a threat. From then on, he only watched from afar, through your windows and from the tree line, as you fixed up the cottage you apparently owned. He didn't recognize it, not that he spent much time surveying areas past the campgrounds.

You became somewhat of an obsession. His days were mostly spent between your house, watching you go about your day, and patrolling the campgrounds. He made it an unconscious habit to ensure you woke up, ate something, and were safe as you worked around the small cabin.

He had held himself back several times. You were clumsy and nearly always found a way to hurt yourself from your extraneous activities, but he could never risk revealing himself to you. You’d injured yourself more than once, and it took everything in him not to rush to your side. But he restrained himself. As difficult as it was.

By the end of the first year you had been here, he was way beyond obsessed with you. He paid attention to everything you did in the utmost detail. How you liked tea over coffee, how you enjoyed baking- and how he enjoyed the smell it gave the air around your home. How you laughed at seemingly invisible things you saw, how your eyes wandered toward the lake every so often, how you stared off and sighed as you finished a thought. Your habit of pacing as you mumbled to yourself. Your music tastes from what he could hear you play beyond your cabin walls. He didn’t care about the music, just your angelic voice that sang or hummed along.

He took in everything you did and wasn't wholly oblivious—he knew that you knew he was there. Though he never risked you seeing him, the last thing he wanted was to scare you away—he wanted you to stay. He wanted you to be here and live close to where he defended. In his mind, your property was now part of his. Your land was an extension of his land that he so carefully protected.

He would keep you safe; he would be your silent protector, your shadow. But if you'd seen him, you would have run in a heartbeat like all the others.

He understood he was intimidating- large and bulky, towering over everyone he'd ever come across, strong enough to scare anyone- you'd be frightened at just his body in front of you. He figured the mask would throw you off, and he could never expect someone else- especially someone so attractive as you- to accept him the way he was. Perhaps it would’ve been different if he looked “normal”. Maybe then he would’ve had just a chance.

He had made the mistake of making noise this time. His approach was closer than usual, standing just past the first few trees lining the side of your home.

You had been deep in thought, mumbling as you dug out a garden bed and planted a small sprinkle of unidentifiable seeds in each hole your small hand scooped out. You looked like an angel sitting there on the ground, hair messily out of the way and your clothing caked in mulch and soil.

How you cared so carefully for each hole you dug and how gingerly you maneuvered the plants that had already taken sprout in small plastic containers had him reeling for you- much more than smitten at this point. How gentle you were. How soft and caring you were to the flora. How you seemed to whisper to the tiny sprouts as if they could hear you. It made him even more head-over-heels.

The snap of a twig under his thick boot was all it took, a step closer to lean beyond the tree to ogle you more intently as you stood from the ground and stretched out like some divine being before him. You noticeably froze at the sound but didn't whip around as he expected- and prepared for already leaning away to escape your gleaming eyes that would no doubt hold fear at his presence being known.

Instead, you remained calm, finishing stretching out before turning cautiously. Your pause threw him off, and he had to move quickly to hide behind the tree. He stood stiff as a board, tuning into your silence and hoping he'd been fast enough that you hadn't seen much of him. A worry you had caught sight of his form bloomed in his chest, a worry that melted into insecure anxiety.

He couldn’t move now. He couldn’t turn and walk away, not that he had any desire to. He didn’t want you seeing any more of him than you already had. He was stuck behind this tree. Stuck and too nervous to think of what to do next.

What was he supposed to do…?

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[candy616]

Graves proposes to You 💖 (AI ASMR)

Graves will make sure the setting for his proposal is perfect and matches your character. It depends solely on your preferences and could be:

>A very sweet, private moment. Like there's nobody else on this whole world but two of you.

>A dinner and a movie, followed up with a walk through the park… And a picnic under the stars.

>A long walk on the beach when the setting sun casts a warm, soft light across the waves.

>A romantic place with flowers everywhere and a bottle of fine champagne. The place where you two have a connection with.

>A candlelit dinner, flowers and a kiss that never ends.

>A nice restaurant, your favorite dish, a big-ass bouquet of your favorite flowers on the table, the music is right. He makes sure you are totally relaxed, happy and feeling loved.

>He takes you on a vacation to somewhere you two have never been before. It would be a surprise. He'd take you to a beautiful spot, where the sun sets over the horizon, and wait for a perfect moment.

>A trip to a cozy little mountainside cottage where a fire burns in the hearth, to help keep the chill away.

>The most romantic place imaginable, like by a volcano in Iceland, or at a beautiful overlook somewhere… Maybe on top of a tall mountain in Mongolia, overlooking the Mongolian steppe. Something amazing like that.

>In the middle of desert, when the stars are out, and it's all quiet and dark. Just you and him.

>Or he can just say it to you holding you in your bed.

~Of course, the ring is expensive. Even if you don't care about things like that, Graves just wants to show how important you are for him. The most perfect ring for you, something that fits your personality, something you'll love for sure. A special kind of ring that makes you feel like the luckiest girl on Earth. A ring that puts a twinkle in your eye and puts the biggest smile on your face whenever you would look at it. The ring screams, "He wants you to be his".~

So finally, Graves looks you straight in the eyes, takes your hand. You feel like you are the center of his universe. He holds you tight and he says:

Transcript:

Alright, baby. I stand before ya with a proposition so heartfelt, it could cause the devil hisself to tremblee.

Ever since I first laid eyes on ya, I knew ya were somethin' special. There's just somethin' 'bout ya that makes me feel right at home. Mah heart has been yours since the moment we met. Yer laughter, yer smile, yer touch, and yer love, they've given me a sense of purpose that's beyond measure. Darlin', when I say I love ya, I mean it with every bone in mah body. Ya are the most beautiful soul I've ever laid eyes on.

When I'm with ya, I feel like I'm on top of the world. It's like all the pain, all the sufferin', all the heartache jest washes away like it never existed. I've fought some of the toughest battles imaginable, but they pales in comparison to the battles I've fought without ya by mah side, baby. Ah've seen the world and all its ways, and I've come to realize there's no one else who makes me feel the way ya do, sugar. Every single day with ya makes me feel like I'm truly alive, for real… Ya complete me, darlin'.

Now, listen here, love. It's high time we made this thing official. There ain't no one else in this world fer me but you. Mah heart belongs to you and only you. I found ya, I wanna keep ya, so… Will ya marry me, baby?

No, you know what? You and me? We're gonna get married, sweatheart. And that's not a question, that's a fact. I found ya, you found me. Let's commit, let's grow old together. You know I ain't bullshittin', right? 'Cause I gotcha and I ain't never gonna let ya go.. I see it in ya, I seen it since the first time we met. You and I knew this was gonna happen, ya know? I wanna be yer protector, yer shoulder to lean on, and yer biggest champion. Whatcha think 'bout that, darlin'? Let's face whatever the future holds together, as partners, as lovers, and as a team. I love ya, baby.

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BONUS for gals who are into this. That was NOT my idea haha. I'm sorry.

Transcript:

Hell yeah, I'm serious. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanna put a ring on that finger, swetheart. And a baby… A couple of babies… A whole mess of babies in yer belly… And when we're married, ya can call me Daddy. How's that sound, darlin'? Let's do it. Or I'll be very sad. Like really, really sad.

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This beautiful thing by @bellgraves inspired this.

For you, sweetheart.💖

[eye-may]

Your top 3 favorite ships! And headcanons! Pleaaaseee !💖💝💖💗💖💝

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You draw so cool! And your headcanons are so interesting

not sure if you mean like fav hc per respective ship but I'm gonna go with that XD I'm not big on romance so most of these are going to be platonic/familial 🥴

Tuggoffelees - on cold nights at the junkyard, it's commonplace for the cats to sleep in cuddle piles. Mistoffelees will almost automatically gravitate to Tugger in search of warmth. When Mistoffelees worms his way into Tugger's side, the latter habitually drapes his big fluffy tail over the former like a blanket <3

Munkustrap and Alonzo - Alonzo is a young adult cat who more or less idolizes Munkustrap and seeks to emulate him. Munkustrap regards Alonzo as his "right-hand cat," the secondary protector of the tribe, and an unofficial protegee. Although Alonzo maintains a stoic and serious veneer, he's not as confident deep down as he may seem, and is prone to lapsing into episodes of self-flagellation at any perceived failures---which usually results in maladaptive coping mechanisms, like overworking. Munkustrap sees a lot of himself in Alonzo, and so he attempts to emulate the same gentle and level-headed guidance that he himself received from Deutoronomy. Often enough he'll coordinate one-on-one "sit-downs" with Alonzo where they'll just pleasantly talk. Not necessarily about work, or patrols, or pollicles, or Macavity, or any such unpleasantries---but about quaint, casual things. How are things going with so-and-so? Did you see that meteor shower last night? Remember that funny thing that happened at rehearsal two days ago? Munk hopes that this gesture is at least somewhat cathartic for his uptight mentee.

Demeter and Bombalurina - I actually could see these two developing a romantic relationship, but I know that's a Hot Take lmao. Obviously, as it follows, I don't see them as sisters. Platonic or romantic, whichever way, I just think the pair of them emblematize female solidarity and rage and the harrowing quest for independence and freedom. I like to imagine that there are times (usually at the behest of Bombalurina) that the two of them go off on their own specifically to unleash their pent up turmoil in the company of only each other---free from judgment of their emotions, their appearances, their utility, propriety, etc. They'll just leave as a pair to throw things, sing, scream, improvise dances with one another, take long walks on which good, deep conversations are had. I think they dually believe that the other is the only person in the world who can really understand and relate to each other, and not smother each other in platitudes of sympathy or patronizations or macho heroic promises. I also think that they "balance each other out," e.g., Demeter surfaces Bombalurina's gentler, nurturing instincts, while Bombalurina makes Demeter feel empowered to explore and unleash her more turbulent thoughts and feelings without fear of retaliation.

bonus! Bustopher and Mistoffelees - Bustopher is, to all and sundry in the junkyard, the eccentric and endearing uncle. I don't see him as biologically related to Mistoffelees, but I do think the two of them have a special familial bond; although Bustopher keeps up his militant, pompous veil, he would be woe to admit that doesn't find Mistoffelees particularly winsome. When he visits the junkyard, if he isn't instantly greeted by the young tuxedo, he'll say something like "and where is that diminutive illusionist?!" if anything untoward ever befalls Mistoffelees, and Bustopher hears about it, he'll thunder onto the scene lol. Likewise, if vice versa, Mistoffelees will go to any length to help Bustopher, even if that entails reckless disobedience.

Also, thank you for the kind words anon! <3

[nowritingonthewall]

Dear Nonnie, it’s been ten thousand years, and if you are ever going to read this, I hope that you’re having the loveliest day imaginable 🥰 Thank you once again for being so incredibly lovely 💜

!Content warning for pregnancy and parenthood!

Please be aware that I am not an expert on DID.

Mostly soft and fluffy because Jake deserves it.

I am sorry to say that I have no idea who first came up with the beautiful idea that Jake LOVES cats, but I would like to thank all the amazing artists for spreading the love for cat dad Jake in the fandom 💖

👶 Family headcanons with Jake Lockley (x female reader)

- One of the most important things that you need to understand about Jake Lockley is that he cares. He cares so fricking much. He cares about Marc. He cares about Steven. He cares about you. And he cares so much about your little son and your little daughter, he is always going to put them first, no matter what. His role as protector will always come before his own emotional needs and feelings.

- The first mission, which he goes on the minute that he learns that you are pregnant and that never really ends, is to make your flat as save for your son (and later your daughter) as possible. One day you come home and are briefly convinced that your flat has been burgled. Not only are all of Steven’s books stacked neatly on the shelves, but the floor has been completely cleared of every single tripping hazard as well. Of course, convincing Steven to tidy up his own personal library and doubly securing all the shelves was the easy part. For every potential danger eliminated, it seems like Jake finds five more potential death traps for your little ones. During one particularly extensive shopping trip to B&Q, the shop assistant briefly considers asking him what he would need 20 fire extinguishers and all those smoke detectors for, but immediately changes his mind upon one raising of the eyebrow™.

It is terribly hard for Jake to face the reality that he won’t be able to keep your little ones away from harm forever. And it certainly won’t stop him from trying.

- A few weeks into your pregnancy, you are woken by a soft voice talking to your baby bump:

“Don’t worry, mi bebito. No matter what happens, tío Jake is going to keep you and your mamá and your two papás safe.”  

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, mi cariño?”

“Oh, you mean Khonshu? Don’t worry, if that silly bird is going to try…”

“Jake, sweetie, I am talking about you! Our little one will have three papás!”  

It doesn’t happen often that you see Jake cry. In fact, this is the very first time that he allows you to actually see the tears filling his eyes, before he pulls you into a long and warm and heart-felt hug.

The second time is the birth of your son.

- Jake is the one who fronts for most of the time, from the moment you go into labour to the moment you are both holding your son in your arms for the first time. Even if he knows how much Marc and Steven would want to be there for you, he simply wouldn’t be able to deal with their feelings of helplessness and pain on top of everything that you have to go through. He doesn’t complain when you squeeze his hand so hard that he fears his bones might break, he calmly accepts all the swear words that you keep screaming at him, he doesn’t even flinch when you start to curse him and the day that you met him.

He wouldn’t have complained about you not realizing that it is actually Marc holding you a while later, as you bury your face into his shoulder, utterly exhausted and quietly sobbing that you didn’t hate him at all and how sorry you are for everything that you threw at him earlier. But Marc nudges him gently back to the front. And so Jake gets to hold you and whisper softly how he didn’t mind at all and how he is certain that you were actually a superhero. His beautiful and amazing superhero.

He is convinced that he’ll never get used to the wonder of being allowed to hold your son in his hands. His hands that are so used to violence and death. He simply can’t believe how -  amidst all the pain and destruction that played such a major part in his life - he helped to create something so perfect and beautiful.

- For a while, he actually contemplates giving up the business of protecting the travellers of the night. On the one hand, he can no longer put himself in danger without regard for possible consequences. On the other hand, his ability to heal from fatal wounds isn’t exactly something that he would like to give up, especially since he has a family to protect now.

So whenever he refuses to take on a mission now because it’s too dangerous, even for his liking, and Khonshu won’t budge, he’ll just send Steven to negotiate with the pigeon until Khonshu starts to cry.

- Your little ones love to fall asleep curled up on Jake’s chest. And somehow he manages to never ever fall asleep himself, knowing (and fearing) how dangerous that can be. Though he doesn’t mind at all watching over you, whenever you drift off with one of your children snuggles up against you. No matter where they fall asleep, somehow he always manages to move them to their crib without waking them up. Sometimes they can’t be persuaded to let go of his hand, though. Not having the heart to let go, he’ll hold their little hands for hours, as they lie in their crib right next to your bed and you gently spoon him, resting your head against his shoulder, whispering softly that you can’t believe how lucky you are.

- Jake is not the kind of father to become lost in his phone or other activities while his kids are yearning for his attention (though he tries not to judge other people for it). In fact, he gets so lost in looking after your kids, fully committing to taking part in whatever games they come up with, and making sure that they are safe on their daily adventures, that he has no trouble ignoring his notifications for hours. Unless he’s waiting for a message or a call from you.

- In those nights when your little ones refuse to go to sleep, and all your usual strategies won’t work, Jake will take them into his cab and drive them around the city for a while, as you watch over them. They are usually out within seconds. If the nights aren’t too chilly, he loves to take one of the routes that end up on Parliament Hill. Sometimes he surprises you with a beautifully prepared romantic picnic with the lights of the city sparkling around you. And sometimes you just love to cuddle together under the stars. He always keeps an extra set of snuggly blankets for you and your children in his cab. When you tease him about how he always forgets to bring one for himself, he’ll whisper that you provide him with all the warmth that he needs before pulling you in for a long and loving kiss. Snuggled up against Jake with your children peacefully snoring between you, you really don’t mind those nights when they refuse to go to sleep at all.  

- Driving around in the cab with their papá Jake never ceases to be an exciting past time for your kids. They are able to name different brands of cars before they are able to walk, quickly surpassing the knowledge of both you and the boys, regularly shocking your friends and strangers with their expertise. And, of course, Jake secretly hopes that getting them familiar with the city might reduce the chances of them ever getting lost.

He lets them wear The Cap™. No one else is allowed to touch The Cap™, not even mommy. (Actually, if you asked him, he most likely wouldn’t be able to say no to you, but you love for him to have something that he shares exclusively with your little ones.)

Once a week, he takes your kids to a restaurant that they are allowed to choose for some quality bonding time. He deeply savours those moments, even in those weeks when they just seem to end up at McDonalds over and over again.

- Your flat used to have a strict no-cat-policy. As much as Marc would have loved to fulfil Jake’s dream of a fluffy little flat mate, there were just too many possible nightmare scenarios involving a cat and the Gus Gang and the inevitable tears of Steven that would follow after. That is, until your kids bring home a little abandoned kitten from the street after searching for its mother in vain for hours. Jake stays up for three days and nights, carefully nursing it back to health. When you wake up on the third morning after having fallen asleep in his lap (with Jake’s sweater thoughtfully wrapped around you), you find the little kitten all trusty and content and snuggled up right next to you, as Jake keeps on gently petting and caressing you both.

In the end, the combined power of those puppy dog eyes of you and your kids and Jake are just too much for Marc to bear and so Little Mau is adopted into your family. Not without Jake and Marc spending nearly a day turning your fish tank into Fort Knox, of course. Your flat turns into something of a home for stray kitties soon after that. And you soon get used to coming home and finding Jake under a huge cuddle pile of your cats and kids.

(The fact that birds are afraid of cats doesn’t enter into Jake’s or your love for them at all, of course.)

- The first “nonpractical” item that Jake has ever owned was a fluffy little cat plushie, which Marc and Steven gave to him on their first Hanukkah spent together. Cuddling with Little Gato warms his heart so much, that it may have inspired him to shower your kids with a number of plushies that may be considered to be slightly above average. He loves to pick out those fluffy little friends with you (and Marc and Steven always let him front in those moments), and it is practically impossible for him to say no, whenever your children find one that they would like to take home. It almost feels a little like making up for all the things that he had missed out as a child himself. And he is going to fight everyone who claims that plushies aren’t appropriate for little (and not so little) boys. 

- One day Jake comes home to find your daughter crying in your arms, deeply upset because a gang of straight hair girls won’t stop making fun of the glorious curls she inherited from her father. His initial instinct to make them shut up in a very undiplomatic way is quickly shut down, of course. The other two boys aren’t exactly helpful in this department, either. Because even though Steven takes care of his curls, he pretty much lets them do their own thing, whereas Marc puts so much product into his hair that his strands would put even the most elitist soldiers to shame.

Feeling a little helpless, he begins to observe and mentally take note of all the steps that you do when taking care of your daughter’s hair. He spends days in front of the laptop, trying to learn everything there is to learn about the curly hair method. There is an uncharacteristical shyness in his voice when he asks whether he could help you during wash day. After a few slightly insecure attempts, he becomes so good at it that your daughter keeps asking whether Jake could help her to take care of her curls. And he never forgets to tell her how beautiful she and her curls are.

And somehow Jake’s interest and care and the time that he spends bonding with your daughter does make everything better in the end. It may not stop the girls’ hurtful remarks but it certainly makes them easier to deal with.

- Jake starts to give your children lessons in self-defense as soon as they are able to walk. Just because he won’t be able to protect them wherever they go doesn’t mean that he can’t at least try to help them learn how to protect themselves, right?

It’s not like he condones violence in general, no, for real, he doesn’t. Yet he can’t stop himself from being a little proud when his kids come home after successfully defending themselves against a gang of bullies for the first time. And after properly taking care of them, underneath all the worry there’s a little proud moment of “Those are my kids!” before he pulls them into a hug and kisses them gently on their forehead.  

- Jake is excellent at stone skipping. As a young boy, it was the ideal hobby since it didn’t require any props to hide away and after getting involved with Khonshu, it was a perfect activity to train his hand-eye coordination without raising suspicion by the people around him.

He has never considered it to be something special until he sees the pure glee in your son’s eyes when watching him for the first time. He can delight your kids and you for hours with his skills. Sitting in St. James’s Park, he teaches them how to skip stones as you teach him how to just let loose for a little while. Making up theories about the secret agents feeding the ducks in the park. Or reading stories into the clouds that are passing above your heads, as he lies in your lap, soaking up the soothing feeling of you playing with his hair with your kids cuddled up to him on both sides.

The wonderful feeling of just being. No mission, no duty, no sense, just being and enjoying life for a while. And most of all, the endless love of his beautiful little family.