#might even delete this one bc the more i stare at it the more i hate it!!!

[chuluoyi]

only if you are up for a challenge. Naoya Zenin x f!reader in which he got her pregnant, then she left out of fear and he found her again and won't let her go :)))

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

you loved him... but you have had enough of the shit you've experienced—his arrogance, horrible family and another woman—and decided to leave him for the sake of yourself and your child

genre: angst to comfort, implied cheating, most likely ooc, honestly i almost made it a vs naoya fic with no consolation, happy ending aka naoya is decent

note: this ask... has been collecting dust in my askbox for about SIX MONTHS HAHAH, so sorry anon. i'll just leave it here and let it burn however just bc i don’t want to delete what i’ve written :’)

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"How... how could you?"

Once, you thought, you were in love with Zen'in Naoya.

Well, you couldn't deny that he had personality flaws, but deep down, at one point in your life, you still believed that he too loved you.

You stared at him through tears brimming in your eyes, and he was just there, looking at the little being in your arms with a mix of shock and... something else you couldn't name. Dismay? Disappointment? Black rage?

"Go away, Naoya," you declared through your gritted teeth, pulling the baby in your arms even closer to you, as though fearing he might do something drastic. No way in hell would you let him after what he made you go through.

His eyes twitched as he tried to hold himself back from losing it. He took a few deep breathes in order to stay composed.

“Y/N, answer me,” he growled, still with the same condescending tone you remembered nine months ago, when you resolutely decided to leave him. “Is that baby mine?”

This was absolute madness. You had driven him insane. Naoya was certain he would go feral on you after you boldly left him without a trace, and when he found you, you were cradling this baby in your arms—which he was absolutely sure, enough to bet on his life, that the little thing was also his.

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

You had imagined all sort of scenarios in which this very event would occur. This was one of them actually.

“No,” you firmly replied, gaze hardening. “Not yours. So kindly let yourself out of my house, Naoya.”

“Absolute bullshit!” he shouted and you flinched. His sudden rise of voice also woke the poor baby in your arms.

His heart hammered inside his chest. There were many things that made a mess of his head. You running away from him. The nights of madness he went through, wondering where you were and if you were alright. And now, the fact you had his baby without him ever knowing.

“Where were you? Why did you leave— you were having my—”

Fuck, he didn’t even know if he had a son or daughter.

You tried to console your child, now tears also streaming down your cheeks too. But it was more of frustration and anger rather than fear. “Can you blame me? Zen’in Naoya, you have made my life hell!”

“Hell?” It felt like an total insult to his pride. “How—!”

“You!” you screamed at his face. “I’ve had enough of your shit! And not to mention your father—that horrible drunkard who always looks down on me and treats me as if I were some gold digger! And also the whole of your goddamn, entitled clan—they always harass me right in front of my face!”

All of this stunned him on this place. Truth to be told, he knew a little to nothing at all about what his kin had done to you.

“I don’t need your family’s wealth! I can live on my own just fine even with your bastard!” Your tirade still hadn’t ended, but you had to put your baby on her cot first and dismiss her ever growing cries because you were tired of all of this. This life. This absolute nightmare that was caused by one fatal mistake of falling in love with Zen’in Naoya.

“But what the fuck? You’re asking why I left? How dare you ask me that after what you did!”

“What did I even do?!” His denial made a blood vessel about to burst inside your brain. “You never fucking told me what my father did! If only you did, I would have—”

“Look, you don’t even acknowledge it!” You were so tired of this. You wished you could die and just end all of this mental suffering. Why did this have to happen to you out of a billion people out there?

And yet, still, ultimately, you were happy with him. Those memories of the two of you together, just idyllically spending time together, or sometimes even playfully clashing opinions— to you, they were irreplaceable.

So, that's why...

Your heart shattered at the screeching cries of your baby. But you had to slam this in Naoya’s face.

“That was the last straw—seeing you with that fucking woman, you insufferable, demented, cheating bastard!”

That string of profanities you screamed at his face made Naoya finally lost it, as he gripped you tightly and his eyes flared with pure white-hot anger. “Say that again—say that again, you—!”

A toe-curling scream ripped out of your baby and you wrenched yourself out of his grasp through sheer will. Naoya was left reeling as he watched your horrified expression, as you plucked the baby into your arms again.

“Shh, shh,” you shushed your child amidst your own quivering lips. “Mama is here… Don’t cry…”

Right at that moment, it was as if something had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole. He really had a living baby. That baby was crying because of him.

The sting of the anger was still there, but now guilt started to overpower it as he regained his cool somewhat. “Is that a—” his breath hitched. He had to know. At the very, very least he had to know.

You didn’t immediately answer. You were still absolutely heartbroken by how it all turned out. But above all else, you could no longer deny him of his own child.

“A girl,” you sniffled.

A daughter. A daughter— in the one split second after knowing that, Naoya made the quickest decision of his life.

“Come back. Live with me,” he said, resolute. “You’re the mother of my child—I won’t let anyone lay their hand on you again. You have my word.”

Women are pain in the ass. That was what he used to think. Until you. Not when it's you. It astounded even himself how the sight of you like this was enough to drive knives into his chest.

“Look, that’s not it,” your tears were now falling free and fast, unable to hold it back longer. “How can you ask me that—when you went behind my back with another woman? Naoya, I love you—loved you. But isn’t this too cruel? How can you do this to me?”

“What woman are you talking about?” He tried to compose himself, but your accusation of him with someone whose existence he didn’t even know was getting in his nerves. “I have never been unfaithful to you! I know we don't always agree to things, but do you really think that low of me?”

“Evidently, I saw you with her. Your father made it a point that she’s your next plaything—or possibly even, fiancée!”

There was a memory that sprung into his head when you mentioned that. He recalled that vain, stupid woman, and he definitely remembered telling his father that he refused her. It wasn’t long before you disappeared.

Now everything clicked.

“Listen to me,” Naoya started, jaw clenching. “Whatever my father told you—those are all lies. I turned her down right there and then. I wouldn’t do that to you. You know that. You should have known that.”

Sobs wrecked your body and soul at this point. You knew where your place was. Zen’in Naoya was a man outside your league, his family made it so clear to you that you were nothing but dirt in their eyes. And perhaps that was why, back then, you chose to protect yourself and left him, believing he was capable of that too.

And now before you, you could see the man you loved once again.

“Come back to me.” His gaze burned you. “This time, for sure, I won’t let anyone touch you— I won’t let them even say a word about you! I will marry you, and we will raise our daughter together.”

“I… I don’t want to live there, Naoya…” you sobbed. You hated that place. Like hell would you have your pride stomped and deceived again.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. We won’t live there. You won’t have to see any of their faces again.”

Gazing into your face, marked by trails of tears, he finally, finally felt his heart break. And he thought, that in front of him now was the only woman who could upturn his whole trajectory.

“Just… come back. To me. I will take care of you. I swear it.”

#zenin naoya x reader #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #zen'in naoya x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #zenin naoya #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk fic #jjk naoya #jjk x reader angst #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[mammon-s]

Hiii- so I’m clumsy as fuck ‘n hit delete 😭 instead of post on the ask you sent me about hanging out with Levi and randomly asking him if you should get your nipples pierced- ‘n I figured I’d come put my rambling answer in your ask box helpshsksh- feel free to ignore this

Levi’s face would be bright fuckin’ red- and he can’t even meet your eyes (which means he’s still looking at your boobs-) stuttering out “Wha?!? W-why are you asking me???” you just shrug, “Well you’re always staring at my boobs, so I thought you might like the idea…” and slowly your voice trails off as you watch Levi nods so hard and fast it almost looks painful-

“I do!!! I mean- I don’t know why MY opinion matters b-but I really do love- like!! Like the idea!!!” fuck he’s cute when he’s excited-

somehow Levi blushes even more when you laugh, before asking him “Soooo what kind of jewelry do you think I should get? You’ll be the one looking at them after all.” he can tell your teasing- but it still works and now he’s imagining what you’d look like with hoops, bars or maybe some customized jewelry???-

you’ll have to snap him back to reality or Levi will just sit there zoned out still staring at your boobs-

‘n I wanted to say hiiii V!! We are mutuals ‘n I love the asks / brainrot you send me <3

It’s all good lol! I always love your responses/ideas!!

Why is it so fun to make Levi flustered like I want to absolutely short circuit him all the time pfiffifjjffk

It would be so much fun to get them pierced then get jewelry that’s customized to him like ones with little orange or blue jewels on the ends, or like gamer themed jewelry if they have that. It would make him so flustered and cute id totally do that for him

(the other brothers too tbh bc like having gold Ms or something for Mammon would make him so flustered too or little pink hearts for Asmo would make him so happy)

#HES SI BABY GIRL #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #obey me suggestive #obey me leviathan #obey me levi

[hitlikehammers]

taste like loving

rating: t ♥️ cw: pre-relationship-to-established relationship, SUCH FLUFF ♥️ tags: idiots in love, pickles, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day seven: Love Is Silently Passing Them A Pickle Because You Know It’s Their Favorite (@steddieasitgoes)

@pearynice and @hbyrde36 suffered my languishing over this more than once; it felt wrong to delete it (which was the original plan) 🥒 (and yes I am well aware this is VERY late for @steddielovemonth but I had this one and one more that I never got to post bc schedules and I still wanted to...not-delete them? so the other one will go up sometime before the 29th's over worldwide) ♥️

The first time he notices is the first time they all hang out after he’s discharged. The first time it feels almost normal. Eddie’s still not mobile enough to leave the couch at most—at least a little variety of the one-room view of his bedroom, at least—but this.

This is awesome. Because there’s no hospital to remind him of the way he’s a mishmash of still-healing incisions that he can ignore if he doesn’t move wrong, or breathe to deep, and when he does breathe to deep and reminds himself it’s for laughing, it’s a raucous and joyful thing and it’s wild in a way he never knew he was missing because—or else, he thinks because—probably there wasn’t a deep pit inside him full of all the horrors they saw and stood against together, and so he’s got this new capacity to be bowled over and filled past the brim with a kind of giddy, buoyant relief that’s unbound in ways he probably didn’t dare to even tease at, despite all his ranting about conformity and letting your fucking freak flag fly: he never could have envisioned a time he could be this unbound. Untethered.

Just…fucking free.

Because these people have seen his literal fucking insides, right? One of them held those insides in his hands, held them where they belonged long enough for him to be sitting here cackling with them, aching for the jostling of his laughter but hell if it’s not worth it, if he pops a stitch or two he won’t even fucking complain because these people saw him inside-out, y’know, and from the first he felt safe with them, with all of him, spoken and unspoken because it really felt, for the first time, like all of the things that mattered to the world at large, that could get you killed in the wrong company: it all felt…dulled; distant, after what he’d seen.

What he’d survived.

So in the now: home, on the couch, with the Buckley and Harrington tag-team feature show splitting his fucking sides and making him feel like he’s drowning in only good things and breathing full for the first time in his fucking life—

That’s when he first notices it happen.

They’re opening the boxes with deli sandwiches from Leeanne’s down off Brooklyn, the big towering fuckers with the toothpicks in the center to hold them together, and Eddie’s fucking ecstatic about the Reuben he’s staring down because real-not-hospital-cafeteria food is still an honest goddamn thrill, but he sees Steve flip open his monstrous looking Club and it’s not even all the way flipped back, the top half of the little foldy-box, when Robin slips her equally-big-ass dill spear next to the one lined up against the bread of Steve’s lunch, flashing an overstretched grin as she plops it down:

“For my Dingus,” she nods to him almost graciously and he chuckles before he picks it up and chomps it almost…almost aggressivelyand yes, okay, fine: Eddie notices because he pays attention to his friends, especially some of his very best friends, but yeah, sure, he probably notices Steve’s biting enough to characterize it because, well.

And look, see: after Steve had set himself up as permanent guardian at his bedside?Eddie might not have had all the reasons for it, all the answers to the whys, but he did have Steve Harrington in the flesh beside him always, kinda day and night, and after that? Eddie had stopped telling himself it was useless, the things he was feeling, all the relentless want in him. It might still be hopeless—just because he knew now that Steve swung that nail bat for both teams didn’t mean he’d want Eddie specifically by default—but there was no harm in feeding the deathless little lust-monster that’d lived in him from sophomore year, and that now, fed by the knowledge that Steve Harrington was beauty and brawn and brains in a way no one never expected because it wasn’t theirs, all on top of a heart of fucking 

: the monster was now a full-grown beast that wasn’t…just prone to lust, anymore.

Whatever, though. Eddie could fucking look.

So he noticed the way Robin gave Steve her pickles. The way he playfully accepted and usually leaned into her, grateful and tactile in their shared-brain kind of way.

And if he keeps noticing, what the fuck else is he expected to do? The more he learns, the closer they grow, the stronger and bigger and louder his not-lust creature gets, its stomping like a riot in his pulse save no, that’s actually just his heartbeat for what it is: hopelessly and pathetically and godawfully smitten, kinda recklessly and unrepentantly devoted, and he…

Okay, so in the beginning, Eddie knows it’s a long shot. He knows what he was doing, but it’s easy to play off as something…less. Something just playful, instead of playful-and. He already sits next to Steve when they’re all together, on a floor or a sofa or in a booth: he’s expected there. That is his place. One side him, one side Robin.

Robin even takes across-from-Steve when there aren’t enough spaces. Eddie has somehow…made the cut.

He isn’t throwing a fucking party inside his ribs about it or anything, but.

(Yeah, he is.)

But it starts small, and sorta-almost-casual: when he pops his pickle on Steve’s plate the first time. And Steve blinks at him, tilts his head in that way Eddie associates with softness, with safety, with something so adorably protective, cute and yet let herbal, on alert while breathing slow: and there’s something irresistible in the dichotomy of it that has Eddie’s pulse ramping-up by instinct at just the little gesture, the little tip of the chin and then Steve’s grinning, slow but so big, and at him, and, okay. Okay, yes, fine.

Eddie may or may not be playing this like one of those fucking birds that brings pebbles to court their intended, that drops shining little bits and bobs of nothing special that mean everything special as they try to convince their mate they’re a good bet. It may or may not be a thing he should be at least a little embarrassed of, whatever.

The way Steve chomps with fucking gusto on that pickle though: the way he grins as he chews and keeps his eyes locked on Eddie’s the whole goddamn time?

Eddie’s not gonna be embarrassed of jack shit, if he gets that in exchange.

He’s also sure as shit not going to stop, when he gets that in exchange.

He tries to up his game as the gesture extends, expands: he does his best to make it clear that he fucking loves his beloved briny cucumbers, that the way he saves them and gifts them to Steve isn’t just mimicry of his platonic soulmate; that it’s deliberate and intentional and he’s willingly and willfully forgoing something he loves for something he loves—yeah, yeah he’s ready to say that, at least in his head, because the days turn to weeks turn to months and there’s no fucking denying it anymore—so very much more, and he just…wants to make sure Steve notices. Knows it and, like, whether he decides to act on it or not, Eddie just wants him to know that a choice was there to make, right? Like, he doesn’t want it to go unnoticed.

It’s only once Steve sucks half a spear through his lips, hollows his mouth wholly unnecessarily and positively sinfully, and puckers around the pickle with wide pleading but teasing, goddamn teasing eyes trained on Eddie expectantly with the bare half sticking out his mouth, an invitation from where he sits next to Eddie at the table: it’s only then that Eddie thinks maybe there was hope after all.

He bites the loose half clear just shy of brushing Steve’s lips because he’ll be damned if their first kiss—if this is where it’s headed, if this is really possible and a thing—he’ll be fucking damned if he kisses Steve Harrington for the first time over a fucking vegetable.

Given the way Steve’s lips ultimately close around a pout all on their own: Eddie thinks…yeah. Yeah, that’s where they’re headed.

Their first kiss is very much not-pickle-flavored, but they laugh about the almost of it, once they settle comfortably into a version of ‘we’ that’s not entirely unlike the one they had before; this one just says the love part out loud. Which honestly kind of highlights how much it was there, just unspoken, almost the whole goddamn time. Which is wild.

Then of course it grows. There’s always a jar of pickles on their shopping list, because there’s always a need when the last one’s always empty. Sometimes because he wanted something to eat in the middle of the night. Sometimes because he feeds a slice to Steve Lady and the Tramp style, and does lick the taste from him after, now, not because it isn’t momentous; kissing Steve. But more because it’s…it’s going to be momentous again, whenever he wants.

For, like, ever.

Though it’s carrying on in that fashion that kinda leads in to, about a year-and-change and going strong, Eddie getting his mind goddamn blown.

It starts, mostly, with Eddie thinking—mistakenly—that his boyfriend’s not gonna be late for dinner and honestly, Eddie just doesn’t want the spear to get all warm and floppy so he figures he’ll quick eat the ones he set out, cannot let a delicious pickle go to waste, and he’ll get a fresh one for the plates when Steve gets in, no problem, he’ll just—

He’s maybe almost fucking fellating the pickle when Steve clears his throat unexpectedly from the doorway to the kitchen.

“Am I interrupting?” the arch of his brow is enviable, and the giddy delight in his tone is delectable, and Eddie wants him to come over and kiss the fucking blush he feels just lightly heat his cheeks as he tries to decide what to do because…

Eddie’s never not given his pickle to Steve, or not shared his pickle with Steve, in Steve’s presence, okay? It’s just…that’s for Steve.

And Steve probably wouldn’t be grossed out with Eddie’s slobber all over it, but, like, he deserves better by default any—

Steve’s next to him before he fully notices him crossing the distance, and he’s nudging Eddie’s hand with just a finger, pressing the pickle past his lips, slow enough to chew but steady with the pressure, and hell if it’s not erotic as fuck.

Steve goddamn Harrington.

And he smirks when Eddie swallows with a gulp, leans to kiss him and comments kind of idly:

“That was hot, babe.”

Eddie huffs, and then looks at the pickle-less plates and remembers.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart, I’d have kept it for you, but I wasn’t sure how long you’d be—“

“Eds, relax,” Steve laughs, unbothered; “you don’t have to save me the pickle. I buy you whole jars.”

Eddie frowns a little, because that wording sound…off. He’s not quite sure why, until Steve picks up on his confusion, the grit caught in the works that he can’t pick out, because Steve always notices; and Steve always finds the catch to smooth it clean.

He’s amazing that way.

“They’re your favorites,” he goes and grabs the jar in question from the fridge, pops the lid and meticulously catches the drip on the glass lip before offering it to Eddie with a smile so warm Eddie can feel it in his knees, because it fucking makes them melty and shit even now; he prays it’ll never stop making them melty and shit, honestly, but—

“I never even really liked them, until you.”

And that’s the part that catches Eddie up entirely, almost chokes him on the end of his hand-fed pickle feast.

“What,” he pauses, clears his throat; “what d’ya mean?”

“Robin fucking hates them,” Steve shrugs, still smiling that knee-targeting smile; “so she always pawned them off on me, and I didn’t have any strong feelings either way, but then,” he reaches, traces Eddie’s lips and gathering any stray juice before sucking his thumb between his lips to clean it off. Eddie almost fucking feels his pupils dilate.

“You know I wanted it to mean something from the beginning,” Steve says simply, because Eddie did know; “and then when I found out it wasn’t just, like, convenient, but you liked them so much yourself, then it felt,” and then Steve’s biting his lip, which is that knife’s edge between adorable and hot-hot-sex that regularly threatens to explode Eddie goddamn brain, but than he’s smiling again, a little softer, a lot more fond:

“It felt like they meant you liked me,” Steve ducks his head solely to glance through his lashes, a little bashful even still; “it felt like it maybe meant you, you know, maybe, like maybe you loved me?”

And Eddie can’t handle the question mark there, dives in and kisses Steve sound and sure and licks his way in to rub away that bit of punctuation that could ever possibly cast any doubt on Eddie’s feelings at basically any point they’ve shared fucking air.

“It tastes like that, now.”

Eddie cocks his head a little.

“What tastes like what, baby?”

Steve leans and licks into Eddie mouth again, but this time it’s got direction, like he’s seeking something, but then just as quick he pulls back, though not far, and looks up at Eddie with a little extra curl to his lips as he murmurs between them:

“I fucking adore pickles, now. Because they kinda taste like you loving me.”

And Jesus H., this man is gonna kill him.

And Eddie—who can do nothing less than capture Steve’s lips again and let him taste this particular flavor of loving as long and as deep as he wants—Eddie kinda thinks that’ll be a fucking glorious way to go.

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[killuagirly]

Hii!! (First time requesting on ur blog :D) May I pretty please with cherry and ice cream on top....No, its christmas, I cant just say ice cream bc its cold outside....hmmm...May I pretty please with marshmellows and hot cocoa on top request a yandere Venti x female reader who is on hunger strike? (Bacically reader refuses to read untill they get freed)

Feel free to ignore this request if you want to and have a nice day/night!

Yandere Venti x F!Reader

Summary: Venti just wants the best for your health, well, in his own sick way. In return, you refuse to eat until being set free from his captivation. Smart in a way??

Notes: Usually I'll ignore, delete or put any requests on hold who request for a character not yet on the Masterlist, but Venti is one of my favorites. Lucky you Anon. I still better get that hot cocoa and marshmallows though!! >:D

CW: Yandere, Obsessive tendencies, Possessiveness, Kidnapping, Implied murder, Self-starvation, Throwing up, Stalking, Pet names, etc. Read at your own risk!!

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Venti

☆ "What do you mean?? You have to eat whether or not I set you free, or you'll end up starving my dear." He reasoned with your statement, not yet realizing the weight of it. "I'd rather starve than stay here with you. Aren't you supposed to be the Archon of Freedom himself? You're sick in the head Venti." He frowned at your harsh words directed towards him.

☆ You knew better than to cross a line by now in fear of what your captor might do, but you refused to live like this for the rest of your time in this world. The only 'privileges' you had were being allowed free roam around the house, and occasionally stepping outside for some fresh air. Although it really didn't feel like a privilege at all with Venti staring at you like you were a shiny medal he'd never let go of the whole time.

☆ week passed; you were growing weaker by the day. "My love, please eat something. Anything. I'll even give you more alone time just please, you can't die on me." The sorrow, worry and guilt were all very evident in his voice as he pleaded with you. He even tried force feeding you once, but you wouldn't swallow. The time he did get you to swallow a bite of his home-cooked meal, you just threw it back up minutes later. It didn't even look like you had on purpose, your stomach was just not right anymore.

☆ "I'm not eating until you set me free." Your voice shook even though you tried to sound confident. At first, you had almost regretted your decision to go on this 'hunger strike', but now you could see that it was mentally affecting him greatly. He was on the verge of breaking. Even if you were under his constant watch once granted your freedom, it'd be better than being kept here. You knew that for a fact.

☆ Not even a whole 24 hours later, he cracked. "If I set you free, I can still watch over you right? I'll try not to hurt anyone, as long as you eat.. As long as you don't die on me, my love...." It had worked. You were free the very second he spoke those words. Not to mention you didn't have to avoid all of your loved ones either if he was true to his word, if he would really try not to hurt anyone. "Deal." It was an easy offer to accept, even if the pet names he used to address you were sickening due to his delusional habits.

☆ There were tears streaming down his face like a flood while watching you walk out that door after forcing enough food down your throat to satisfy his concerns. Hopefully you'd be able to get back to your normal eating habits sooner than later otherwise Venti will immediately believe his sacrifice was for nothing, given that he'll most definitely have his eyes on you every chance he gets.

☆ Even with a full-time stalker on your back, it's still better than being in captivation your whole lifespan. Although everything you ever leave behind is taken by him, every man or woman who attempts to court you is suddenly missing, you have your freedom in a messed-up way. The teal-eyed bard you were once stuck with was now back to his old habits of stalking you, even running into you on 'accident' in public to which you were horrified but did attempt to play it off.

☆ You never dared to breathe a word of what you had endured to anyone, in fear that they too would be wiped off the face of the world you live in. Once your captivator, now back to simply stalking you, is having internal debates on whether or not setting you free was worth the cost of letting people set their eyes on you. Venti is having repeating mental breakdowns and freakouts every time someone else gets too close to you, you wonder just how long this joyous freedom of yours will really last.

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Masterlist

#KilluaGirly #Genshin Impact #Venti #Yandere #Anon #Yandere Venti #Yandere Genshin Impact #Yandere Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact x Reader #Yandere x Reader #F!Reader #Venti x Reader

[oracleact]

You can totally choose to look past this cuz it might be a lot (Tw trauma?) I just got Carried, you know when Carrie (from the movie) she gets a bucked full of blood over her head on prom? A guy asked me out and to my surprise, I was blessed with ketchup, eggs and flour by him and his friends, the subway didn’t let me in and no Uber would accept me getting in a car, so I had to walk home. No one asked me what was wrong

I’m still processing that actually happened,. I’m assuming it’s bc of my weight, I’m tall and overweight, I mainly keeps things to myself, am a introvert, idk what other thing could be a reason besides my body. Could you please write a comfort scenario with the tmnt boys? Or one of them, you can choose, Could be platonic, romantic, idk, just reader (who’s usually friendly but don’t talk much about their romantic life cuz they don’t feel like it’s worth investing time, and when they finally decide to change that, thst happens) crying as a mess in front of them for the first time, saying they are tired of living in a body that feels more of a curse than anything,

It’s a lot, I know, you can delete this if you aren’t comfortable doing it (I’m 100% serious)

Thank you Eitherway and hope you have a good day

first of all, I’m so sorry that happened to you. back in high school, I was doused after classes so I can definitely understand your pain here. they are absolutely pathetic for even thinking about doing that to someone; they are total assholes because they acted on it too and I wish for it to haunt them one day when (or if) they mature. you did amazing on your way home that day - I hope that, with time, things will get better for you. you deserve great things. I haven’t written anything with all of the boys before but I wanted to give it a try for you to cheer you up. I wish you well, and I hope you can find comfort in our wonderful turtles!

« got your back »

tmnt x reader / angst + fluff

notes: 1.6k words, all turtles included, platonic relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) first person pov, I was thinking of 2012 tmnt while writing this but it probably fits with most iterations.

I can’t believe I’m walking home in the dark, completely covered in miscellaneous goop. I’m glad I didn’t tell anyone about the date that was supposed to happen tonight because, if someone saw me right now, I don’t know what I would do. no public transport let me on covered in eggs and flour, the same for taxis, so now I’m stuck dragging myself home by my own two feet. they are awfully heavy despite my hurry to get back which doesn’t seem fair at all - it’s like my body is laughing at me in equal measure to the rest of the crowd back there.

put your head down and keep walking, put your head down and keep walking, put your—

“hey guys, look!” I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear that voice echo through the night sky. it sounded too much like mikey to simply ignore it.

“mikey, for the last time, shh! ninjas, remember?” that was definitely leo. they all must be up on a roof somewhere but I don’t dare to look up. my feet won’t move anymore regardless, they’re refusing to pick up and run. my body really does hate me tonight huh?

“mikey is right though, look down - hey there!” I slowly crane my neck towards the sound of their chatters and am met with possibly the worst sight I could see at this exact moment: all four of my mutant friends standing on a nearby roof, just as I suspected.

“hi everyone,” I give an awkward wave as they stare down at me.

“want to meet up at the entrance to the lair to hang? we’re just heading back,” raph calls out.

I need a plan, and fast.

thankfully, they can’t see that I’m covered in mush from where they are, but if I go to the lair then that will change. however, if I say ‘no’ to hanging out with them then they’ll get suspicious anyway and follow after me. they’re my best friends, my favourite thing in the whole world is hanging out with them. even if I genuinely can’t hang out we still find a loophole to be together.

either of these choices leaves me doomed to talk about this disaster of a night eventually so…

“sure, you go ahead and I’ll be there in a second.”

…I go with option one.

I knew the boys would get there first so I’ve had more time to come up with some lame lie before I face them: one point to me. I slap on a brave face and a ridiculously wide smile in the hopes that it would distract them from what I have going on all over my clothes. taking a deep breath, I turn the final corner to enter the lair.

“hey bud!�� mikey bursts through the rest of the guys and comes skipping towards me. I freeze and simply wait for him to see me in the light. “woah, what happened to you?”

after hearing mikey’s question, everyone starts to crowd in around me, thinking I had been hurt or something on the way here. to their surprise, I have no cuts or scrapes…just a bunch of different types of produce in my hair. they begin to mutter more questions but my mind is too hazy to hear them clearly, opting to stand there and stare into the space behind them. leo notices me zoning out pretty quickly and leads me to the seating area in the middle of the lair by my arm, the rest of the boys following with worry in their eyes.

I sit down on the couch; raph bends down in front of me, donnie sits on my right, mikey hangs over the back of the couch to lean on my left, and leo rests his hands on my shoulders from behind me.

“who did this to you? I’ll kill them, I’ll punch them into the ground I swear to god—“

“raph, calm down. we need to know what happened first before we start going haywire.” I’ve never seen donnie look so aggravated before. it looks like he secretly wants to join in with raph’s immediate anger instead of acting ‘rationally’ this time.

“no need for punching anyone or anything ha! I— uh— tripped while I was walking home and fell straight into a pile of garbage surrounding a dumpster. how clumsy of me ha! I’m so silly. I wasn’t watching where I was going and it was dark so…” my words trail off as I finally look directly at my friends. none of them are believing this story at all.

“tell us the truth, it’s alright. you’re safe here.” leo speaks with such a warm tone, it makes holding back my tears even harder than it already was.

“I’m fine! I promise I’m fine, really I just tripped!” I force my lips into a thin line, trying to twist them into some kind of smile, until mikey pokes at my cheek. I turn to him.

“please tell us what’s wrong.” is he giving me puppy eyes? damn it mikey…

I couldn’t push back my tears any longer and the flood gates exploded. I was in hysterics, sobbing so loudly it bounced off the walls of the lair. I couldn’t stop, each sob rippled through me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. the boys cooed at me, all of them placing a hand somewhere on my body to ground me and to let me know that I’m not alone as I cried. they tried still asking me questions but I couldn’t get out any words, only heartbreaking whimpers left my mouth. they accepted their fate of silent sobs though and simply stayed beside me.

after a while, I’ve calmed down slightly, and I see the boys look at each other and nod in the corner of my blurry eyes. then, all of a sudden, raph and leo run off. they come back not long after with a basin of water, towels and some other things that I can’t quite see cradled in their large hands. my curiosity is answered in a split second though as the four begin to wipe away the dirt that covers me, still allowing me to ride out my cries in the meantime.

raph gets back into his bent position to gently clean my face, donnie and mikey clean down my arms, and leo starts to brush my hair the best that he can. it must be a brush that april keeps here at the lair, since I don’t think I’ve left one here before.

they continued like this - softly wiping and rinsing - until they were sure that they had done all they can do to rid me of this sticky mess, and until I was able to stabilise my breathing and speak somewhat clearly again.

“april is going to be mad that you got ketchup on her hairbrush,” I say lowly between hiccups. leo laughs and assures me that the brush is perfectly fine; no need to worry.

it is silent (apart from the sound of my sniffling) while they put down their tools and clear them away from the couch, until donnie speaks, “we don’t want to push you to talk but we are here to listen if you want to.”

maybe it is finally time to talk about it. as much as I don’t want to, I think I need to. I’m always the one with a bright smile and cheery attitude but I need to let that go for now. I need comfort, and I need to admit that to myself - even if it’s for this singular moment.

I begin to explain the story of the date and how it went terribly wrong - just the vital details to build the story rather than adding my feelings about it. being vulnerable like this isn’t my strong point so I need to prepare myself to talk about that part with truth and from the heart.

I can see the pure rage in raph’s eyes as he sits in front of me, his teeth grinding together and a low growl coming out of him. he goes to say something but donnie stops him with a hand on his shoulder. he gives red a pat and he seems to understand what he is signalling, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed before fixing his posture to listen to me again.

“you know, I don’t know if I want raph to rough up him or rough up me at this point,” I let out a laugh to try and soften the atmosphere but the expressions of the boys tell me that it didn’t work. they look confused; sad. “a good rough up might fix whatever is wrong with me, because it’s obviously me. look at me! why else would he have made plans to humiliate me like that? what do I need to punch into shape - the way I look? the way I act?” I laugh again with the same intent as earlier despite knowing that it is going to do nothing to lessen the impact of my words.

“did he specifically make you feel like that?” raph says through gritted teeth, “that you’re not good enough?”

“no, I guess I’ve been feeling that way for a while. he just made it worse - a lot worse.” my eyes start to burn again with more tears. I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated yet.

mikey grabs my face in his hands, his eyes also look clouded with tears, “you are so beautiful. really, you are. I remember when I first saw you I was like ‘woah, they’re even prettier than the humans I see on tv!’ you don’t need to change anything about the way you look, I can tell you that for sure.”

“nor do you need to change anything about your personality or how you act,” donnie chimes in. “why do you think we like you so much? you’re awesome! you’re smart, kind, caring, plus you treat us like we’re golden and we’re literally in the sewers right now,” we all giggle at the last statement he makes.

leo pats me on the head, signally me to look up towards him, “you are the greatest friend we could have ever asked for, and if we need to remind you of that more then we will. you deserve to feel that you’re worthy and loved and I can tell you with certainty that you are when you’re here with us. there’s no need to hide from us, we’ve got you’re back.”

raph grabs my hand, “and seriously, if you want us to go and talk to that guy we will.”

“raph!” the others shout. I laugh at the slight panic hiding in their voices - it’s fully directed at their brother and his fists.

“what?! I said talk not bash into the ground so what do you want from me?!”

#inbox friends #oracleact chats #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #2012 tmnt #2012 tmnt x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

it's already friday here, just after midnight, so starting today off with a new wip 😁

I'll be back with alive shannon next time, but today smth new bc I started a new smut 👀 like, this was such a random idea, and I was half asleep when I wrote this and I have no idea if I'll even finish it but here's a lil bit of it haha (I don't feel as confident about this one as I did the previous two smuts, so I'm shamelessly asking for validation bc this fic will require a lot of it lmao why do i do this to myself)

so here's a new wip that I think for now I'll call buddie phone sex smut? lol

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Eddie’s staring at the words, for a minute pretending they’re directed at him, and at the picture, seeing his best friend like he never has before, and before he knows it, his hand is moving under the covers, over the growing bulge in his underwear, palming himself. Shit, he’s not about to jerk off to Buck. Especially since the messages clearly weren’t meant for him. That feels wrong, no matter how horny he might be. The next text from Buck doesn’t help, making Eddie's vision go red with jealousy. All it says is a panicked ‘OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT WASNT 4 U!!!! IGNORE IT SORRY!!!’

And, look, Eddie could say that it’s all good, delete the message, and pretend it never happened. Except, the more he looks, the more turned on he gets, and his hand starts stroking his dick through the fabric, and- and his mind is clouded by arousal and jealousy, and such strong feeling of possessive want, he’s not thinking when he throws the covers away, takes a picture of his bulge, cock hard and leaking, a wet spot visible on his underwear, and sends it to Buck in response, with a text that says ‘no worries, I liked it. fuck, I want that gorgeous cock all to myself’.

‘HOLY SHIT’ is what he gets back, and not even two seconds later, Buck’s calling him.

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#fuck it friday #buddie phone sex smut #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #basically buck's in the middle of sexting someone else and sends some stuff to eddie and eddie goes crazy with jealousy lol #this fic will require so much research for what i want from it and def beta reading once it's done lol #im so unsure about it i was debating whether to share it since sunday and just almost changed my mind lol #buddie smut #smut #new wip #yet another smut jfc I can't stop lmao

[goldeunoias]

Cravings.

A/N: so i actually deleted this fic bc like no one told me how it was and nerves got the best of me and i deleted it ^^ i’m reposting it to see if it fares better but if it doesn’t then i’ll just delete it again asfasdfaf

Synopsis: Corruption : P

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Perv! Sunghoon bc what can i say, i love this trope, corruption kink midly, female oral, male oral, strip teases I suppose, lots of dirty talk, fingering, i think that’s it tbh besties i can’t remember

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You were his biggest distraction. 

He knew his friends were talking to him, he knew that. But there you were, where you always sat outside with your friends, laughing and looking like the most radiant person he had ever seen. You were wearing his favorite color white which made you look even more like an angel to him. His heart swooned when you covered your face in laughter at something one of your friends said, popping another piece of what he assumed to be your favorite candy into your mouth when you gathered your sense. 

Sunghoon watched longingly, and perhaps a bit pervertedly as a strap of your sundress fell down your shoulders, giving him the tiniest glimpse of your cleavage. His eyes glanced down to what he only imagined to be the supple skin of your upper thighs, and he’d do anything to be in between them. 

“Hello? Coming in? Are you listening to me?” One of Sunghoon’s friends remarked, breaking him out of his trance. 

Sunghoon only shrugged and took a sip of his drink, his mind still partially focused on you.

“Sorry, my mind was focusing on more interesting things.”

“Gee thanks hoon.”

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Sunghoon felt like an idiot as he walked up to you and your group of friends, holding a package of your favorite candy in one of his hands. If this backfired he felt like he’d have no other choice but to move cities, his mind racing with all the horrible possibilities of what could go wrong.

 What if she laughs in my face? Rejects me in front of all her friends? Turns me into a running joke about what a loser I am, bringing her a box of candy?

He wanted to turn back but he kept his feet moving, taking a deep breath as he stopped in front of you. You were wearing pink and in the canary sunlight it made you look like his own idea of what Aphrodite should’ve looked like, just absolutely stunning. 

“Hi, Sunghoon! I don’t think we’ve formally met before” you spoke gently. 

Sunghoon was already reeling at the fact that you knew his name, trying to calm the marching band that was happening in his chest. 

“Uh, h-how did you know my name?” Sunghoon asked, hating how his voice wavered on certain parts.

God, I’m such a loser

You only giggled at his shyness and gestured to one of your friends who sat on her phone since his arrival, almost as if to give you some sort of privacy. 

“You guys have a class together so when I wait for her I see you leaving. And I’ve heard about you here and there as well.”

Sunghoon nodded and hoped the tint of cotton candy that was creeping on his cheeks wasn’t as bad as he know it could get, fiddling with the candy in his clammy hand. 

“Ah cool. Well..I got you this…I’ve seen you eating quite often, not like in a stalker way it’s just a small world you know so I thought you’d like it if  I got it for you, though it’s totally okay if you don’t want it I know we don’t know each other that well so I can only imagine how creepy this might be-”

You giggled and shook your head and sat up on your knees to grab the box from his hand, the slight contact of you guys’ fingertips making Sunghoon internally scream. 

“Thank you! This is really sweet of you Sunghoon” you beamed at him, your bright smile and countenance making Sunghoon feel like he could right then and there a happy man. You gazed at your friends who seemed to be giving you knowing glances and shyly laughed at them, staring back up at Sunghoon. “You can sit down with us if you’d like. There’s room on my blanket next to me,” you offered, scooting over and your friends adjusting accordingly. 

“If that’s okay with you since I don’t want to interrupt your time with your friends or anything,” Sunghoon shyly explained, unable to believe your kindness. 

You shrugged and pulled his hand so he could sit down, the warmth of his hand making your own heart sing in giddiness. 

“Well, it’s just like how that song goes: if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,” you hinted at him. Sunghoon took the hint and ran with it, his chest rising in partial shock and another half ecstatic, barely able to process it all. 

Oh, he was down bad.

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Sunghoon tried to focus on the TV as you lay curled in a ball snuggled into him, already fallen asleep. You guys had been on a handful of dates and what tonight was was one of them, Sunghoon offering to come over and cook you dinner and watch TV with you since you’d been stressed due to a surplus of work you’d been having. 

Now, as you lay on him, your thin pajama shorts risen all the way to your inner thighs, and your tank top giving him easy access to the view of your cleavage, he wasn’t sure if this was the best date idea. Even as you slept you looked so adorable to him, and he tried to contain his thoughts as he felt like such a pervert thinking about you like this but it was futile. 

His mind roamed to the idea of pulling down your top gently while you were still sleeping and making them aroused, sleepy whimpers and whines erupting from you as he would feel your nipples harden under his touch. You’d stir slightly in your sleep and he’d continue his ministrations, one of his hands snaking down to rub you gently over your pajama shorts, Sunghoon’s heart racing as he thought about how your face would furrow in your sleep as you stirred some more before eventually coming to, and your soft hands gripping his forearm and whining out his name desperately as you would rut into his hand and then-

Shit. 

Sunghoon stifled and moan in the back of his throat as he stared at the grey sweats he wore, his erection prodding against his boxers and the sweats from his racing thoughts. You moved around in your sleep and your head accidentally landed on top of his erection, Sunghoon hissing and throwing his head against the sofa at the pressure. 

The sound made you sleepily open your eyes and yawn, Sunghoon frozen in panic at what the hell he was gonna do. 

“Everything alright hoonie?” you sleepily asked, your eyes peering at his rouge-tinted face before looking your eyes down to the erection right below you, Sunghoon clearing his throat to rush out an excuse. 

“Shit, I um, am so sorry you probably think I’m such a pervert and I completely understand if-”

“It’s okay,” you told him slowly, eyes still glued to the sight as you adjusted yourself so you sat on your knees next to him. “What do you think about when you get like this?”

Your question hadn’t been one he was expecting and therefore his mind went blank, trying to think of what, how he was going to answer this.

“I-I uh, don’t quite know what you mean,” Sunghoon stammered out, breath hitching when you straddled his lap instead of sitting alongside him, your core centimeters away from his erection.

Your clammy hands went and reached for his shoulders as you stared at Sunghoon who looked like a deer in headlights, hoping your forwardness would compel him to answer in a forward manner. 

“I may not have that much experience hoonie but I’m not stupid either,” you told him simply. “When I wear certain things or do certain things you get this dazed-out expression on your face, lost in your own thoughts. So, I want to know what you think about…are they dirty things?” The last part you added on now had your face and body getting hot, biting down on your lips as Sunghoon gulped and seemingly came to. 

“You stripping for me. You get so cute and shy and the thought of you stripping right in front of me, exposing those pretty curves and soft skin of yours drives me insane,” Sunghoon breathed out, jaw clenching a bit when he felt his dick twitch in his pants. 

You nodded and silently got up from him, watching Sunghoon’s gaze turn into one of pure awe. “O-okay, I can do that,” you replied as you reached for the straps of your tank-top Sunghoon making a motion to stop you. 

“You don’t have to, I don’t want you to think that you have no other choice but to I mean I like so many other aspects about you not just sexual-”

“Hoonie you talk too much sometimes” you interjected softly as you pulled your tank top over your head and made quick of the clasp of your bra, Sunghoon’s breath seemingly getting heavier as he drank it all in. 

“Shit baby~” Sunghoon groaned, his hand going to feel himself through his sweats. 

“You can take it out. I want to see,” you answered shyly. Sunghoon complied easily, lifting his hips and pulling down his sweats and boxers, his erect member springing free. 

“Shirt too. Then me next,” you told him. Sunghoon found your way of being domineering extremely adorable as he did what you wished, chuckling to himself as you nodded in appreciation. 

 You reached for the hem of your shorts and Sunghoon watched in full anticipation as you pulled them down, Sunghoon unable to stop himself from groaning as he watched a string of your slick get pulled down along with it. You fiddled with your hands at your sides as Sunghoon drank it all in, shuffling over back into his lap when you felt like his eyes were too much. 

“Do you even realize what you do to me?” Sunghoon groaned in your ear as he tenderly wrapped his hands around your neck and started kissing your jawline. His mouth was scorching against your skin as you felt his teeth and tongue gently nip and suck any expanse of skin he could find, a deep hiss leaving him when he felt a drop of your arousal escape from your core and onto his lower abdomen. 

“H-hoonie a-” your bit down on your lip as Sunghoon messily kissed down to your chest, your collarbones and sternum beginning to glisten with saliva and his markings. Your hands gripped his obsidian locks as Sunghoon’s mouth took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking, groaning when he felt the flesh become harder with arousal. 

“So beautiful, so fucking goddamn beautiful,” Sunghoon whispered against your chest as he did the same to the other, one of his hands gently sliding down to cup your mound and rub his palm against your swollen bud, his name coming out in a strangled whimper. Sunghoon retracted his hand just as quickly and held your face with his unoccupied hand. 

“Look at that princess: you’re starting to cream,” Sunghoon remarked in awe, smiling at you when your eyes peered in curiosity at the sticky liquid that had come out of you. 

“I..uh, did that?” you asked quietly, looking at the slight white tint that was on his fingers and palm. Sunghoon chuckled and nodded, sucking on his index finger and letting out a satisfied groan. One of your hands came up and reached his for hand to pull it out of his mouth, Sunghoon giving you a questioning look. 

“I want to too,” you remarked with as much courage as you could muster, putting his middle finger to your mouth and sucking the liquid clean off of it. 

“Such an eager girl,” Sunghoon cooed at you, leaning forward and giving you a kiss that was almost too lewd to describe, a whimper leaving your mouth as you felt the heat of his tongue flick against yours. You were beginning to become desperate as you felt more beads of essence trickle out of you bit by bit. Your face furrowing in pleasure as Sunghoon languidly sucked your tongue before pulling back, your eyes crossing as you watched a string of saliva still connect the two of you together. 

Sunghoon disconnected with his fingers and let you suck on them like a popsicle, you happily accepting the offer and swirling your tongue around his digits happily. 

“What do you want princess?” Sunghoon inquired lowly, his carob eyes dark and half-lidded as he stared at you with an intense infatuation. 

You pulled his fingers out of your mouth and looked off to the side in apprehensiveness, knowing what you wanted but not quite sure how to phrase it. 

“Eyes on me when you speak. It is basic manners isn’t it?” Sunghoon ordered gently, clicking his tongue and bringing your gaze to his. 

“I’ve um…I’ve never been eaten out before and I want to know how it feels,” you answered timidly, chewing down on your lip. “But I can take care of you first, I don’t mind” you added on, your eyes flickering down for a moment at his hardened member. 

Sunghoon shook his head and flickered his gaze to your bedroom. “No baby, you first. Not until your needs are fulfilled. Go lay down on your bed with your legs spread for me yeah?” He cooed in your ear, pulling his sweats back over his cock. He could wait for his own pleasure he knew well enough, especially if it meant getting to take care of yours first. 

You nodded and shakily got up from his lap and went to your bedroom and laid down on your bed and waited until Sunghoon walked through the threshold before spreading your legs, your inner thighs a bit sticky from when your core leaked out some more. 

You tried not to squirm too much as Sunghoon came to straddle your form, giving you soft kisses and praise to soothe nerves that he could tell you were feeling. 

“I’m gonna take care of you angel okay?” he murmured against your lips. You bit down on your lip and nodded, becoming rather speechless at the sincerity of his words. You closed your eyes and tried to take it all in as you felt Sunghoon slowly work his way down the midline of your body, your breath hitching when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot. 

The anticipation was brutal and when Sunghoon finally was faced with your core you couldn’t help but hone your gaze on the ceiling in slight embarrassment at how intensely he was staring. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Sunghoon spoke to himself, though you could easily hear him. The change in his voice made butterflies form in your stomach and the muscles in your belly contract, waiting for him to do something than just stare. 

“Let me see your hands kitten,” Sunghoon said affectionately, wrapping his hands around your wrists and pinning them to your sides as his motioned with his head to put your legs on his shoulders, not wanting you to escape even an ounce of his ministrations. 

You whined at him when he teased you even more by kissing the innermost part of your thighs instead of where you wanted him, that concern being cut short when you felt the soft skin of his lips come in contact with your sticky clit. 

Sunghoon experimentally licked a long and languid strip up your core to test your reaction, not disappointed in the slightest. The texture of his tongue was warm and wetter than you were expecting, shocked slightly by how well you could feel the ridges and overall texture of his tongue. 

“How did that feel princess?” Sunghoon inquired teasingly, watching as your core clenched and unclenched in need. 

“G-good,” you stammered out, his hazelnut eyes feeling almost too intimidating to stare at. Sunghoon chuckled and you let out a whine as Sunghoon enveloped your swollen clit with the warmth of his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. He had to use some of his strength to keep you still as you squirmed in pleasure, your hips rutting into his face from how good it all felt. 

“Kitten enjoying her face time having her pussy licked? I mean baby, you’re just dripping,” Sunghoon couldn't help but emphasize, amazed at how much of your syrupy essence had gotten onto your sheets, your whole core glistening with saliva and arousal.

You nodded eagerly and swore intensely as Sunghoon’s tongue started swirling circles at your entrance intensely but achingly slow, Sunghoon having to restrain himself so much as he continued to hear your whimpers and stammered breaths. 

He wanted to corrupt to the point of no return, bound your hands together in pretty pink ribbons, and hold a vibrator to you until you’d left claw marks down his thighs from how both good and intense it felt, to blindfold and trickle droplets of cool water down your belly and watch you squirm and whine, to edge you with his fingers until your eyes were glossy with tears and you begging and pleading him to make you-

“H-hoonie oh god I’m close” you panted out as your breaths started getting heavier and heavier, Sunghoon’s increased intensity having you shake as you felt a knot start to form tightly in your lower belly. 

Sunghoon snapped out of his lust-filled daze and let go of one of your hands, circling the pad of his index finger with your arousal before gently sliding it in. 

“You’re doing so good for me baby, look at you taking my finger so well,” Sunghoon cooed as he started curling it against your walls, combined with how fervently he went back to sucking your clit made one of your hands grip the sheets, the other moving so you were holding Sunghoon’s hand instead. 

Sunghoon could only smile into your core as you squeezed his tightly and slightly rolled your hips to the side, your toes curling in anticipation. 

“You’re right there aren’t your princess?” Sunghoon inquired fondly as he watched in contentment as your core clenched and unclenched around his digit, loving how you just couldn’t keep still from the pleasure. 

Your face scrunched up when he sucked your clit harshly one last time, the knot snapping Sunghoon’s name falling from your lips in an aphrodisiac haze. When Sunghoon pulled back his hand you were left shaking and convulsing slightly as you came down from it all, your eyes focusing on Sunghoon’s features as he hovered above your face. 

“That felt nice,” you sheepishly told him and giggled some, Sunghoon’s smiling and leaning down to kiss you. You whined as you tasted your own sweetness against his tongue, Sunghoon holding your face and pulling you to sit up so you could kiss him properly. 

You gladly accepted the offer and wanted to take the lead a bit more since you felt it was his turn now to feel good, breaking free from the kiss to messily kiss his jawline. It caused Sunghoon to hiss and realize just how achingly hard he’d gotten from you, the slightest friction against his sweats causing him to groan out swear words. 

His noises only gave you more confidence as you went back to messily kissing him on the mouth, your nails leaving markings on his bare chest as you unintentionally clawed at him.

When you pulled back from your disheveled kiss you saw just how rosy Sunghoon’s cheeks had gotten, his canines biting against his bottom lip as your warm hand reached into his sweats and felt for his member. 

“Open for me please?” you inquired mildly, Sunghoon furrowing his brows but obeying nonetheless. He watched as your tender fingertips came in contact with his tongue and gathered saliva before pulling his member from his sweats and spreading it around his shaft as lubrication. Sunghoon could only gaze and wonder how didn’t cum right then and there as you gave him a shy giggle and looked down, focusing on making sure it was coated. 

“I-I needed lubrication,” you informed modestly, eyes watching intently as precum leaked profusely from his tip. 

He felt his breath start to get heavy as you tightened your grip around his member, his cheeks burning with intensity as you suckled his pale skin with care, the cusps of your teeth making his eyes flutter as he felt them.

God, am I really this affected from a handjob? Sunghoon internally groaned to himself as your lips connect back with his, your ministrations so soft and delicate. But he knew it wasn’t just the handjob and kisses. It was the fact that it was coming from you the person he’d fantasized about more times than he’d ever admit, the person who could make his pants tighten just from a simple whine. He was wrapped around your finger, and the fact that you seemed partially oblivious to it made his craving for you even deeper. 

“Hoonie are you getting close?” you inquired softly against his lips, tightening your grip to test his reaction. It worked, Sunghoon’s breath hitching against your lips as he choked out a “yes”, wanting to last longer but knowing he simply couldn’t. 

“That means I’m doing a good job right? If you’re cumming this soon,” you added on. Sunghoon let out a chuckle and gave you a half-grin despite his head feeling hazy, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “It’s only because it’s with you,” he breathed out quietly, his nails digging indents into the soft skin of your thighs as he felt himself essentially right there, your thumb making a point to rub over his sensitive tip. 

“Thank you” you shyly muttered and let out a slight giggle, removing your hand from his shaft and wiggling down so to where your face was right in front of his reddened tip. Sunghoon could barely watch you without getting bashful at just how sinful you looked despite your gentle countenance, a harsh “shit” leaving him as the warmth of your mouth enveloped his tip. 

“Y-you don’t have to do this you know, I was more than content with a handjob,” Sunghoon couldn’t help but rush out, his hands going to grip the sheets in his first as he watched beads of saliva trickle down the sides from your mouth. You released him from your mouth with a pop and gingerly licked the sides while you massaged his member in your hands, drool practically running down the sides of your mouth. 

“I know that silly. But I want to,” you tell him as you open your mouth and try to see how much of him you can take, Sunghoon having to practice deep restraint to not buck his hips into your mouth, his brows furrowing as he felt that knot return in the pit of his stomach. 

“Princess I’m gonna cum though and I…shit baby…I don’t want you to have to swallow” he finally managed out as he felt the coarse texture of your tongue circle around his tip and bring him even closer. You shook your head and kept your place, sucking even harder on him and Sunghoon tried to ease you off of him by softly pulling your head. 

To test out the things you’d heard that guys love from the internet you started humming around his member and stroking the base with your hand, absolutely loving the reaction that you got from him. 

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn demon for doing that,” Sunghoon hissed as he rested his head against the headboard, the muscles in his stomach starting to flex with more intensity. 

“No, I’m your angel hoonie,” you corrected with a teasing smile as did the same exact thing to him with more confidence, that being the final straw as Sunghoon came harder than he’d ever expected to. His load was more than you expected as well as cum started leaking from the sides of your mouth as you tried to take it all, tapping his thigh so you’d have his full attention as you showed him your white mouth before swallowing it all and showing him that you’d done so.

Sunghoon knew that image wouldn’t be leaving his mind for at least a few weeks as he watched in awe, absolutely enamored by you. 

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” he panted out as he let you crawl back into his lap, his hands coming to warm your sides. 

You shrugged and diverted eye contact, looking at the markings that littered his neck instead. “It wasn’t that bad. It’s like doing shots of tequila or something,” you joked with him, Sunghoon bursting out into laughter and resting his head on your shoulder, kissing it softly. 

“That’s one way of looking at it,” he hummed, interlocking his hands with your hands. “Whaddya say to a nice relaxing bubble bath and then after that, I defeat you in Mario Kart,” he boasted at the end, leaning back and smiling at you. 

You scoffed and playfully hit his shoulder but agreed nonetheless, rolling off of him so he could start running the bath. 

“Every time you win it’s because I let you!” you called out after him as he started washing out the tub, Sunghoon laughing. 

“Well thank you for preserving my pride,” Sunghoon teased.

“Anytime pal.”

“We just had sex don’t pal me.”

“Okay then: anytime my sweet lovely amazing sugar cookie.”

Sunghoon came and pulled you out of the bed, kissing your warm cheeks. 

“That’s more like it.”

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please tell me if u like it pls otherwise i’ll probs just delete it again aslkdjfaskljfalskdjfalskdf. Even if it’s just keyboard spamming to me that’s still useful! likes don’t tell me anything : P

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[hisui-dreamer]

ah !! I see request are open and I wanna try one ! but ofc feel free to ignore and delete if it’s breaking any rules or if it’s it’s too much c:

may I ask for some hcs with Ruggie , Kalim and Idia with an gn!s/o who tends to mirror them ? wether it be their laugh or the way they pose ! bc ngl I do the same thing pff— it’s

Characters: Kalim, Ruggie, Idia

Synopsis: How would they react if you have a habit of mirroring them?

Tags: fluff, crack, bot proofread

Word count: 463

Notes: thanks for asking! i do hope you meant mirroring with good intentions hahaha

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he's a bit confused at first but once he gets used to it, he finds you so endearing and enjoyable

i mean you're basically enacting his unique magic without him casting it

this is entertainment

he sees it as flattery and it makes make him feel validated and appreciated

might make use of your mirroring to engage in playful pranks together or making you work for him

if you're mirroring him in sports, he might think you're trying to one-up him, which could turn into a rivalry of sorts

as long as you have good intentions and talk it out with him though, he's incredibly chill

"Shishishi!" Ruggie lets out his signature laughter. "I'm not even usin' my unique magic on you, you're so interesting!" He throws his head back in laughter when he hears you mimic his laugh, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

Kalim finds you very fun!

he won't notice you're mirroring him at first, and even when he does, he thinks it's a game

when you explain that no, it's just a thing you do, he thinks you're super fun!

he's flattered you pay so much attention to him

he starts mirroring people around him for fun

when the two of you are together, it's just trying to see who can mirror each other first

usually it's him because he's so excited to see you he's jumping up and down and screaming your name

it becomes an inside joke between the two of you

you remind him of his siblings back home and how he would always play with them

spending time with you is always so much fun!

"Oh!" Kalim turns his head towards you and asks, "You're always mirroring me right? Can you tell me why you do that? I'm curious about it, ahaha!" He stares at you earnestly.

you definitely gave this man an anxiety attack

why are you mirroring him??? are you mocking him??

he sees it as a personal attack

he's already uncomfortable in social situations, and now his withdrawal tendencies are a bit stronger

even once the misunderstanding is cleared, which somehow you managed to do given he's avoiding you every chance he gets, he's still a bit uncomfortable

but if you're talking his gamer lingo, he'll be more at ease with you

it's just like talking to his online friends

he will start talking enthusiastically about his hobbies or interests in public more

he'll feel more comfortable with you then

"Yo, it's actually kinda funny how you're always mirroring me! Feels like we're in sync, just like in a co-op video game," Idia murmurs under his breath, but you've long learned to adjust your to catch his mutters. "It's kinda cool how you get me like that... thanks... I guess..."

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[withacapitalp]

Hidden Gem Friday

DID I FORGET ITS FRIDAY??? YEAH BUT MY LITTLE SISTER IS HERE SO UHHHHH Hey it's here!!! As always still taking prompts for this!!! The way I'm gonna do these now I think is the first rec above the read more and then the rest below! Hope you guys like that haha

In Eddie's Honour by literaldisneyprincess aka the amazing @maxinemaxmayfield !!!! Recced by me bc this fic is literally a treasure 5.8k- Steddie (Complete)

Summary:

Without thinking, he reaches down and slides his fingers over the indent made by the pen. Eddie must have pressed down harder than necessary, leaving a tactile mark as well as the visual one.  Steve’s hit by the realisation that Eddie will never write his name again. Never write or draw, or even hold a pen again. Ever.  For the first time in two weeks, he stops. He looks around his room, feeling lost, feeling alone and so achingly, horribly empty. - - - Steve struggles with the grief left behind after Eddie's death and how he can move past it without forgetting.

My Thoughts:

I WROTE AN ENTIRE THREE PARAGRAPH THOUGHTS AND THEN TUMBLR DELETED IT NAYHHH. Okay I'm going to try and recreate it. The thing that always gets me about Morgan's writing is the level of detail. It's not just writing like it becomes a whole experience? the font and the notebook page and all these little add ons that just sink you so deep into the story!!! My favorite scene has to be the tattoo scene I remember Morgan talking about this one with us and workshopping it and watching this story come to fruition was such an utter joy. it's on my short list of fics to read when I need a good grief moment haha

I'll feel the sickness less and less by softshr3k Recced by an anon 3.6k (Complete) - Platonic Stobin

Summary:

“What did they do to you?” she finally asks, her voice a whisper. Steve shuts his eyes, breathing in slowly. Everybody seems to want to ask him questions he doesn’t have the right answers to lately. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine, it’s over.” When he opens his eyes again he can tell she doesn’t believe him, but she doesn’t ask again. Steve thinks he might love her for it. (or, the immediate aftermath of Starcourt, because Steve and Robin are traumatized and also platonic soulmates)

My thoughts:

Okay so I wrote a fic really similar to this one because I NEEDED more of early Stobin, and damn if this didn't hit that niche so perfectly!!!! Like ough I just Robin and Steve have such a lovely really complicated relationship. Both of them have no idea how love works, but they do love each other and it's real OMG I loveeeeeee they're so good! I also love the characterizations here. Steve and Robin still figuring out how this deep confusing real thing between them works ough I love them

staring into all man's plateglass, faces, questioning after who loves by TolkienGirl 1.2k Gen pre-Stoncy being friends (Complete) recced by me

Summary:

Jonathan quirks half a smile in her direction. “Do you want to be right, or do you want me to have lunch with you?” “Both,” Nancy says.

My Thoughts:

This one is like ough a Hershey kiss!! It's short and so so perfect. I love Jonathan POV stuff and this has such a good take on him and how he would feel barely knowing Steve but really wanting to know Nancy and having these emotions for her There's this amazing line in here about Jonathan 'seeing' Steve by being the empty house behind him in the photograph. How Steve is so desperate and hollow, but Jonathan because he's into Nancy sees that and sees it as a flaw of Steve instead of having sympathy for that and it's so OGUH it's amazing

I was open to pain and crossed by the rain by sparklyslug recced by @serpentinegraphite AND @daisiescorduroyandcoffee 20k (COMPLETE)- Gen Wayne and Eddie

Summary:

Little Eddie is born, and Wayne isn't there. Eddie is four. Is eight. Is thirteen. Is eighteen. Is twenty. And his uncle is there. His uncle is right there.

My Thoughts:

I LOVE A WAYNE AND EDDIE FIC AGH! Okay the Munson Lore!!! I love how every writer was like yeah yk what I must include some backstory here for Wayne and Eddie and we are all right LMAO god the scene with Eddie's shaved head it HURTS me like genuinely the way Wayne asks if its what he wants and its so good. IT's hard to explain like there's so so much going on in this fic and it's longer but it's this really well crafted one shot with hints I also adore the way Steve and Wayne develop a relationship here it's not a focus but it's always one of my fave thigns to see in fics!!!! Anyway it's great

#hidden gem friday #fic rec #steddie fic recs #steddie fic #stranger things fic rec #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #Jonathan byers #Nancy wheeler #stoncy fic rec #stoncy #the party #Wayne munson #wayne and eddie #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates steve and robin #Liam speaks up

[cross-crye]

𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

a little fic i wrote in order to motivate myself to get out of my months-long writing slump; i had to delete the og post bcs it didn't show up in the tags for some reason and i didn't know how to fix it, i've already reposted this multiple times and if it STILL doesn't show up in the tags i'll give up

~ it had always seemed impossible to return home after arriving in twisted wonderland, but now that you had, you'd end up surprised at how much you missed it.

wc: 0.6k

somewhat angsty

written in 1st person

no pairing but the following characters are mentioned: ace; deuce; floyd; jade; ruggie; leona; malleus

One of the numerous disadvantages of going to a boarding school (in a different universe) is having a lot more cleaning to do upon returning home than I usually would. This would be the fifth time I’ve been ‘spring cleaning’ since coming back from twisted wonderland. It was cold and damp in the attic, and the cramped space made me uncomfortable, but cleaning this place was unavoidable

I managed to build up enough courage to make myself get started on the imposing stack of boxes, deciding to start from the back. So I made my way to the bay window while carrying an old box. I took a seat on the soft, deep red velvet cushions, leaning against the window, putting the box in my lap and slowly taking off the lid. Only upon seeing the old and raggedy striped tie did I realize just what was in that box.

It was a box of trinkets from NRC, and although I’d forgotten just what was in the box, I already knew it wasn’t stuff I wanted to see at the moment. I forced myself to overcome my reluctance, taking the tie and setting it aside, digging through the box only to discover that my apprehension was justified. The first thing I laid my hands on was an old photo from my first year there with my fellow freshmen. I barely even got to properly gaze at the picture before my sight was clouded by tears I was unwilling to shed.

I’d have forgotten just how much I missed that place, how I wished I could hang out with my friends one last time. I held on tightly to the small photograph, my tears further damaging the already creased and dirty edges. My own smiling face was gazing back at me as I was overcome with misery, regret and longing. Seeing Ace grin as he gave and unaware Deuce bunny ears as a joke could only make me smile through my tears, melancholy’s grip on me only increasing. I couldn’t put the picture down, continuing to stare at it unblinkingly and reminiscing about the good old days. I recalled fondly, through drying tears, about all the times Floyd showed off at P.E. and all my hallway chats with Jade. All the times I'd help Ruggie find out where Leona was skiping class. The nightly walks around the school's forest with Malleus and all the other small moments I'd come to cherish much more now that I couldn't live them again. I had taken my friends for granted, and as I reminisced about them I could only regret that, but I also couldn't help but miss NRC even more.

Sometimes I’d doubt my own past decisions, and I could only conclude with a heavy heart that this was another of those times. Because I know that no matter how much I might miss NRC, and how much I regret leaving, it was the best choice I could've made in that situation. I was never meant to be part of twisted wonderland, and I'd have to come to accept that, regardless of how much I hadn't wanted to. Spring cleaning would be put on hold for the rest of the evening as I wallowed in misery besides my window. It started to rain unexpectedly, almost as if nature wished to weep together with me in remembrance of all we’d once held dear and lost.

cross-crye © 2023.

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[sainotavailable]

pairings — Venti, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Kaeya, and Al-Haitham x gn!Reader

summary — You checked your pantry and wow! You don't have shit besides spiders chillin' in the corner of the cabinet. It's time to shop, and your s/o wants to go with you (or in Al-Haitham's case, you drag him along). Would he behave himself and is he OK to bring to society?

tags / warnings — crack / fluff / HCs, almost all of them are insane. kazuha is HIGH ASF, wanderer is an asshole (canon), venti and kaeya have crippling alcoholism, PDA, established relationship, please stop taking these men outside.

A/N — this is my first post. i'm sorry you had to read it but i just write stupid crack hc's or weird shit. also i'm crying because tumblr deleted the first draft i was gonna post. absolutely in tears rn.

Venti “Huh, you’re going to the market? Can I come, can I come!?”

As soon as you step foot into the market, expect him to dash in front of you in search for wine. If you’re in another nation or they’re sold out of his favorite booze, he will drop to his knees and BAWL (but it sounds rly pretty cuz he’s a good bard yk like a disney princess)

you urge him to stand up because he’s being embarrassing and that just makes him roll around on the dirty ass floor because he’s a fucking drama king. legit doing it to spite you even tho you didn’t do shit. however once he recovers he’ll…

put random shit into the basket (no he doesn’t need it he just thinks maybe in the future one of u might. please take it out)

will buy plastic bendy straws so he can drink his alcohol in a silly goofy way

will find a way to eat more than 1 free sample at the food stalls (has a fake mustache for this occasion)

if he finds wine that’s rly expensive he will attempt to seduce you into purchasing it for him (dont feed into his alcoholism)

will try to go into the basket (even if its handheld)

expect him to serenade you the entire time you're shopping, too

also he will hold ur hand and just be all over u. he loves u sm <3

will complain once he gets tired (its only been 10 minutes)

overall, terrible to bring. leave him at home

Kazuha “Oh, have we run out of goods? May I accompany you?”

As you shop, you kind of forget he’s even there until he picks something up to take a closer look and makes a comment. He mostly just chills and follows you around. But…

he actually might be high

how many nakuweeds did u have before you two left? did u count???

all of a sudden he’s adding random snaccs to the basket. when did he ever eat this shit?

as you watch him stuff a dozen doughnuts into ur basket that’s when u realize he might have some crazy munchies. maybe u should ask??

actually maybe not he looks really out of it. he ated all the weeds

as you try and put away some of the shit he put in you see him staring at the local cats

he doesn't know wtf is going on

you should probably go back home now

overall, probably fine to bring with you when he’s not high as a kite

Wanderer “Where are you going? To the market? . . . I better go with you—no, not because I want to, but because you’ll get that generic store brand shit.”

He’s mad and he doesn’t wanna be there, but bc you’re such an asshole who buys generic great value tea. anyways even tho he looks really mad, he doesn’t mind being with you (what a shit) will wander (heh) away from you and look at other stuff. if u try and contain him he’ll get pissy about it and insist he’s an independent puppet-man and he’s not gonna commit tomfoolery anymore. anyways so…

he doesn’t care if ur trying to save mora, he WILL have his namebrand inazuman tea!!!

maybe he won’t… because he understands prices are very tough right now. BUT its not because you told him to, you fucking box

gets PISSED and will become a karen if the cashier doesn’t say hi to him

our boy is toxic and i will not fluff him down this is just him and u like it

will slap your hand if you try and hold his hand. like, not hard. but like, the way a cat slaps your hand when its tired of you petting it.

will hold ur hand if u try a second time but his grip is rly tight cause bro is always tense asf

overall, don’t bring him if you like the store/market you’re going to. you might get banned

Xiao “You’re going to the market? I see . . . It’s getting dark out, so I’ll come with you.”

You know he’s anxious about being around so many people, but he wants to protect you <3<3 so he’ll overcome this obstacle and follow you around like a lost puppy…

actually he’s really close

like holy shit back up xiao, he’s right against ur back

you dont bother to say anything bc yk he’ll say some shit like “YOU HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE ADEPTI”

actually maybe you should grab his hand because he legit looks like a deer in headlights

will hold ur groceries for you bc he’s so strong <3

u can't hold his hand because he's holding his giant fucking polearm "just in case" and holding your bags in the other, so maybe hold his arm??

he loves that shit even if he doesnt admit it

might suddenly leave with ur groceries if he’s called or some shit, will return with torn bags but its ok he did everything he could to fix it!

by fix it i mean now he’s just holding everything and pierced it into his spear

you should just be happy he has everything. don’t comment on it

overall, 10/10. besides the anxiety, he likes being near you even if he doesnt admit it. ur groceries are safe with him just like you are <3<3

Kaeya “Groceries? Oho, well. I have some time, why don’t I go with you? You’ll need a big strong captain to carry all your bags, after all.”

Even if you didn’t want to bring him, he’s coming with you anyways. I think the best part about Kaeya is he’ll stick by your side throughout the trip to the market and follow you around wherever you go.

Honestly, out of everyone else, it feels like he might be the best one to bring with you…

plez expect him to have an arm slung over your shoulders or snaked around your waist. he loves pda!

EXCEPT! he is the KING OF CONSENT(tm) he will only do it if you say its ok! what a sigma chad wtf

i hope you like talking because kaeya fucking loves chatting while shopping. he will not be quiet for long even if you tell him to stfu

even if you’re not the chatty type and you’re pretty quiet, he’ll talk for you. about his day, what he did that morning (even if u already know), what he’s gonna do later, he will not leave a single detail out.

hey btw remember when i said he won’t leave ur side? i lied. don’t trust anyone on the internet.

he will 100% leave your side for the booze market. he is more interested in imported wine that he can get his hands on

will return to you with 6 bottles and insist they’re for you both to share. please stop feeding into his alcoholism

he will carry your bags btw. all of them. he will have both arms packed with bags and won’t complain, might just tease you a little tho.

overall, a fantastic man to bring with you to grocery shop. can protect u cuz he’s a strong cavalry captain who will hold ur belongings without complaint. just feed him booze <3<3

Al-Haitham “. . . Fine, I’ll go with you to pick up some things. I need to pick up a new book to take to work, anyway.”

The moment you enter the marketplace, you most likely will never find your partner again. At least, not until later in your shopping trip. He literally disappeared, where the fuck did he go?

Its only half way through that you find him and see him sitting on one of the benches, flipping through the new book he purchased. You call for him, but his soundproof earpieces are in effect. You snatch the book out of his hands to get his attention and bother him enough to follow you. He lets out a sigh, but gets up anyway…

u rly should’ve left him there cuz he’s so quiet. he might still have his earpieces on.

he’ll follow you around by your side and he’ll hold your bags, too. he’s got big strong arms for a fuckin reason!!

half way through he’ll start reading his book again, sorry but shopping is rly boring to him ok

al-haitham isn’t a pda person btw don’t touch him

might hold ur hand.

will hold ur hand if the cashier is too sus for his liking

maybe

if you run into kaveh while shopping he will leave. if ur holding hands he will leave with u even if u didnt pay for ur shit yet.

overall, um. he’s definitely an option. he’ll hold ur bags??? he just wants to go back home

#alhaitham x reader #kaeya x reader #venti x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #wanderer x reader #crack fic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #plz dont take my writing srsly #genshin hcs #sai writes

[ace-the-fox]

Hey, could you do cis Yoshikage Kira Mpreg headcanons??? If you want to that is. Pre or post Kosaku body swap, idc, can be any point in the part 4 storyline, if not multiple points in the story. Can include dark or angsty stuff like how he’d react to pregnancy loss. Thank you so much and I love your Kira fics btw!

Hi!! Sorry I took longer than even I expected lol

I ended up just going over most of the points you gave me, bc it just gave me more to talk about. And, given that I've written a LOT of Kira mpreg, I don't wanna sound like a broken record lol. That kind of made this more of a series of ideas rather than strict storylined hcs. I hope that's okay lol. It's still not too different from my usual headcanons, dw.

Cis Yoshikage Kira Mpreg Headcanons

So, how did it happen?? Cis mpreg is interesting because you gotta think a lil bit more about how babby is made (unless we're going abo/"it just works" here lol). Most understandable but also most interesting way it could work here is just a stand attack. I remember seeing a (vv likely now deleted :( ) fic where Kira killed a girl who was actually a stand user and got preggers which I think is 👀

HOWEVER it happens Kira... isn't happy that it did. Sure, he's a little less suspicious now – no-one would ever accuse a pregnant father of anything. But he's likely either a single father-to-be or, at least, got pregnant out of wedlock, which makes him stick out and not even for good reasons. And he can't STAND children. This is not a good time for him.

His obsession with his fitness and health means he is obsessed with "glowing" and staying fit during his pregnancy... It doesn't work. He is cranky, tired and large. Don't bother him, he does bite (and cries sometimes).

He says he's making an early start on the nursery and folding up baby clothes and all because he likes to be organised, which is true... but there is an odd tinge of ecstacy to it too, that he prefers not to think about.

He also started keeping an ultrasound picture in his wallet, simply because it was an easy go-to for small talk he didn't want to go through but had to. But, sometimes he will catch himself staring at it.

He does that thing that most pregnant people do where he talks to the baby in utero, and it sounds really sweet because he says it in the typical lovey-dovey tone... until you actually listen to him.

"You have made me pee three times today and I'm only four hours into the work day. You better not be even more of a bother when you come out, because you have ruined my life and body ENOUGH... Aren't I so lucky to have you? ^_^"

To kind of continue this plotline, and since I've already made a post about Kira getting pregnant after the faceswap, what if he got pregnant before the faceswap and had to pretend he wasn't to avoid suspicion. Obviously, Shinobu is oblivious at ever and thinks he's a bit under the weather at most. Hayato might pick up on it, though I'm not sure if he'd fully piece it together or not. Especially if we're going the "Kira gets pregnant from a stand attack" route and cis pregnancies aren't normal, because how could his DAD be pregnant??

Obvious pregnancy loss/miscarriage/stillbirth warning

As for the pregnancy loss... his actual reaction and feelings towards it depends on how early the loss is in the pregnancy. As discussed before, he's not thrilled at being pregnant, especially not at first. So, if it's an early miscarriage, it's pretty much just a relief for him. Luck being on his side yet again. A later miscarriage, or worse, a loss that results in an actual stillbirth... He's a little torn. He still somewhat believes it's for the best, that it makes his life easier and he'd probably not be the best parent anyways. But, perhaps, he didn't mind being pregnant as much as he thought he did. And he does miss having his little one more than he'd like to admit. He finds himself muttering to his stomach for months afterwards still, for a start...

#jjba #Yoshikage kira #mpreg #headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #mpreg tw #birth tw #miscarriage tw #stillbirth tw #i could have written a lot more for this but... this is long enough lmao #just my brainworms lol #anyways there's something wrong with him i love him sm <3

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Memento Mori, Memento Vivere

Art, characters and story made by me.

Disclaimer: this story talks about death. And may give someone an existential crisis. It also deals with talking someone down from self-deletion bc… I was kinda working some shit out. Also some transphobia from awful people being awful

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The day I awoke, I brought the end upon the world. Dreams and aspirations laid to waste. Entire lineages cut short.

And the world? Oh, it feared me. It only spoke of me in hushed whispers. It clutched its pearls and trembled in its boots.

The world dubbed me as the inevitable evil come to destroy life itself.

The world named me Death.

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“WAKE UP, YOU DOG!”

The screaming and the pounding at the door was truly enough to wake the dead, as the Grim Reaper finally stirred. Blurry eyed and in a hungover stupor, he stumbled over chairs and discarded empty wine bottles towards a small, dirty mirror on the wall. Ignoring the commotion at the door, he inspected himself, pushing back his hair a bit, and contemplating his thoughts on his facial hair. Was it alright? Did it need a trim? Such important things to consider…

“DON’T THINK I WON’T COME IN THERE, REAPER! YOU ARE NOT THE ONE IN POWER HERE! BY ORDER OF THE CROWN…!”

His eye twitched with annoyance, and he finally made his way to the door, being sure to grab his scythe along the way. He kicked the door open, revealing a red-faced, weaselly looking Judge behind it. Enraged, pale eyes soon adopted a look of poorly hidden terror, as they gazed into the face of Death himself.

The demon hid his amusement behind a mask of annoyance as he made a point to tower over the Judge. The Judge, trembling in his militaristic, official looking garb, did his best to maintain an aggressive facade.

“Our stocks! Have diminished again! You have exactly 10 seconds to explain what you’ve done, you… you…!”

“And what exactly am I supposed to have done, exactly?” The reaper intentionally dropped his voice into a growl, and he watched the Judge squirm in discomfort.

“What else?” The Judge’s shriek of a voice echoed throughout the halls, “For the last time, Morteus, you are here in service to the Crown and that! Is! Final! You ought to consider yourself grateful that we don’t just leave you to rot in a cellar! You pompous, unsophisticated…”

“… did I remember to put pants on? I hope I did. That would be embarrassing… I wonder how many people die every day without their pants on?” It wasn’t difficult to drown out the snotty voice yelling at him. Frankly, these days, Morteus’ thoughts were perhaps the most amusing thing he had. That and making life utter hell for anyone who stepped foot in this place. What even was this place? Supposedly it was a castle, but it felt more like a bunker. A dark, cold and miserable place filled with miserable people.

Perhaps he should feel humiliated. After all, he was Death itself. What on any plane of existence was he doing here?

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What differs a man from a common fly? Obviously, there is the drastically different physical appearance, but beyond that… what difference is there?

Flies are so minuscule in the grand scheme of things. They live just to eat, procreate, then die. And while a man might have more aspirations and ambitions than a fly… all those intelligent species in the world, be they human, elf or fairy… they are all no different than flies.

Even the very sound of civilization. The hum of people talking, singing, walking, interacting… I once found it so distinctive I could recognize it anywhere.

But now… it sounds no different than the buzzing of insects.

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“- And this will not be the last time you hear from me about this, you understand?”

The Judge stood proud before Morteus, wagging a finger in the face, like the demon was some sort of pet or a child. The sight snapped Morteus out of his thoughts, and he stared down at the Judge, emotionless.

The weaselly man smirked a smug smile, certain he had truly stuck it to that troublesome demon. He turned to march down the hall in victory, when something made him freeze. A deep, imposing sound begun to fill the air and shake the walls. It sounded like a rumble or a growl, and the Judge slowly turned around to face the source of the noise.

“You! Wh-What do you think you’re-“

“Bwah-HA-HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The Grim Reaper exploded with laughter, doubling over and leaning on the door frame for support. He waved a finger towards the Judge, struggling to form words as tears crept into his eye. The Judge stood frozen with an indignant look on his face.

“What in the name of the gods has gotten into you, you insufferable-“

“YOU LOOK LIKE AN ANGRY CHICKEN!”

Morteus fell back into his room, barely able to contain himself as the offended Judge stormed away. It took a good ten minutes before the demon finally stopped laughing and hauled himself back to his feet.

“Eh… Bored now.” He swung his door open with a crash, likely breaking the hinges again. He sauntered down the long tin corridors that made up his prison, looking for something that could amuse him. Or perhaps even someone…

“Wait… that sounds weird. Like I’d be hiring a clown or something. And I don’t even like clowns… If you popped a clown’s nose, would that kill them? I wonder how many clowns die everyday?”

Being so wrapped up in such very important questions, he almost didn’t hear the commotion nearby.

It sounded like voices. Two very angry and snotty sounding voices. Morteus paused and leaned towards the noise to listen closer. He already knew who those voices belonged to, the Judge’s bratty and spoiled sons. That wasn’t what he was listening for. He was listening for the sound of someone else.

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… Have I gone mad? I watch fires consume towns, people burn alive, yet I feel nothing. I pay witness to plagues and watch the inflicted shrivel up until their bodies can take no more. I feel for those people how one would towards an ant drowning in a mug of water.

Memento Mori.

Such a simple concept. Yet I am always met with hostility, tears, pleads, bargains, denial. Why? Even my own kind look at me with fear. “Death” has become an unspoken horror, and I am its harbinger. Yet I do not understand how.

And this… numbness I have. Something feels off. As if I should not feel this way. Lately, this numbness has started to change. I am starting to feel anger, frustration, bitterness. I am Death, but what does that even mean?

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“Clean it up, you dim-witted whore!”

The finely dressed pair of young men laughed as one tossed another cup of hot tea onto the floor, narrowly missing the cloaked figure on the floor, cleaning on hands and knees. The figure paused as the cup shattered on the ground, but said nothing, and continued to clean.

The two men continued to laugh and jeer at the figure, pushing harder and harder, gleefully waiting to see them break.

A minute passed. Then another.

And one of the men seemed to grow impatient with the lack of reaction.

He strolled over, stuck a sweaty hand under the hood and roughly pulled the figure up by the hair. The hood fell away, no longer hiding the enraged expression underneath. This elicited hoots of laughter, and soon both men were tugging at their victim like dog’s fighting over a bone.

“Still got a bit of a temper, eh?” Said one.

“Have you tried smiling? Women are so much prettier when they smile!” Said the other.

“Well, what do we have here?”

One of the men pulled something out of the figure’s pocket, and held it to the light. The figure made a grab for it, only to be held back by the other man. Both tormentors looked at their prey with sadistic grins.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing with a syringe?”

“Not a proper thing for a lady to carry around!”

“We should report this to our father immediately! Imagine, a pardoned spy and proven liar carrying around a syringe!”

“Tsk, tsk. What do you think she’ll do this time? Claim to be some sort of doctor?”

“Oh good, you found my spider venom!”

The two men spun around and went white with terror. Looming over them, scythe balanced casually on his shoulders, was none other than the Grim Reaper.

Morteus stared down at the two and calmly raised a hand to scratch at the side of his face where his skull was exposed. The sound of nails on bone sent shivers up the men’s spines. They looked at each other, wide eyed, and dropped the cloaked figure. They then started to back away, making whatever excuses they could before running off.

Morteus picked up the syringe from the floor where it had been dropped. He could barely offer it back to its rightful owner when it was snatched away.

“Would You be careful?! I’ve told you countless times, don’t hold it by the needle!”

There it was. The voice he had been hoping to hear. The one person who made endless hours of misery worth it.

“Hey Wasp! I was hoping t-“ A hand over the mouth cut him off.

“Gods, Morteus, I’ve already been dealing with those two for hours! I don’t need to get into any more trouble!”

“Hmhmhnhngmhfff!”

Wasp sighed and removed his hand. “What was that?”

“I said, sure thing Harpy. My bad. Whose Wasp? Is that one of my bug friends?”

Wasp let out an exasperated sigh. “Just get me out of here. Whatever excuse you need to come up with.”

The demon let out a snort of laughter, “I don’t need an excuse. I’m the Grim Reaper. C’mon!” With that he took his friend by the arm and dragged him along in a way that seemed forceful, but wasn’t. Wasp faked a look of fear and anxiety as he was pulled into Morteus’ room.

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I sought answers. Answers to my purpose, my very existence. I screamed to the gods, screamed for someone to explain what the point of any of this was. All I wanted was to understand. And I got my wish.

That was the night Death itself died.

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Once inside with the door closed, Wasp snapped his fingers, shattering the illusion around him and “Harpy”, the downtrodden “female” servant was no more. He went towards the mirror to tie back his hair when he noticed Morteus in the reflection, looking at him.

“… is there a probl-“

“Dude, it’s just like, so cool you can do that!”

“Illusions? Morteus, you’ve seen me use them a million times by now.”

“Ok yeah, but it’s still cool. Like really cool. Like really really-“

“Thank you, Morteus. I get the picture.”

Despite being cut off, Morteus still couldn’t help thinking about all the things he found interesting about his friend. Such as him being a fairy, the fact he was once in the military as a medic, the fact that he could throw Morteus across a room. The last one especially, since he would not have expected that out of someone who only came up to the base of his neck.

“Oh yeah, and that one time, when he punched me in the face. It was awesome.”

Morteus fell onto his bed, causing massive creaks and groans from the shoddily made frame. Wasp soon came to sit beside him, cautiously keeping to the edges in case Morteus actually broke the thing.

“So… what did you do this time?”

“Wha?”

“Almost everyone heard you and the Judge earlier. What did you do?”

“Oh that. I drank all his booze.”

“Morteus!”

The fairy predictably scolded him, and once again Morteus simply drifted off into his thoughts. But not out of annoyance or boredom. He just listened to his friend talk. It was nice.

Sure, it wasn’t nice having Wasp annoyed with him, but in a strange way… he liked to see it. He liked to see him act so… alive.

———-

It was late evening when I invited this person to my room. It was strange. I never spoke to people, really. Yet this one caught my eye. Or… ear maybe?

I’m sure my past lives have met doctors, but I’m starting to think not even they ever met someone who knew so much about preserving life. It was fascinating to listen to him talk about how to heal people, how to save them… I didn’t understand a Damn bit of it, but it was interesting. And he was interesting. He didn’t have many stories to share, and he hadn’t really “lived” really. But I didn’t mind.

In a way, it felt like I was meeting someone opposite of me. Someone who could give What I would take away. Finding him was like finding a sprout in an otherwise dead wasteland.

Maybe that’s why when he tried to take his own life… something was different. I don’t remember all my lives, but I know that death always comes. And yet, this time… all I knew was that death didn’t have to come tonight.

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“Hey Wasp? Ever heard of Memento Mori?”

There was a pause, and the question seemed to surprise Wasp. Perhaps because he hadn’t expected anything remotely philosophical to come out of Morteus, who, frankly, had the brain of a gnat most of the time.

“I… well yes, I have. Remember that you are going to die…” he looked over at Morteus inquisitively, “Why?”

Morteus shrugged, “Past life shit. Pretty sure my past selves believed a lot in that phrase.”

There was silence before Wasp spoke again.

“Do you agree with them? Your past selves?”

“Dunno. I guess I don’t really feel anxious about the end or anything…”

“I always thought the phrase was about reflection.”

Morteus furrowed his brow, puzzled. “Reflection? I thought it was just ‘accept that you’ll die’”

“Well…” the fairy hesitated, “you could see it that way. But I rather see it as a way to remind yourself how precious life is. If it must end, why not make the most of it. I think that’s part of why I see my work as dedicated my life to serve and help others.”

Wasp waited for Morteus to answer, but was met with silence instead. When he looked over, the Reaper appeared to be in some sort of daze. Instinctively, Wasp took his shoulder and snapped his fingers near his ear to elicit some response.

Morteus could hear Wasp calling his name but it sounded muffled, and everything seemed to go dark.

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It was an image I’d never forget in this lifetime. Seeing him with a blade to his throat, denouncing himself as nothing more than a cowardly deserter who got what he deserved. And even after I pulled the blade away from him, he only fought back. I know I shouldn’t have felt anything. I barely knew him, and I’ve already seen people die before… then it happened.

I didn’t understand it at the time, but it happened. What I always experience in all my lives. It’s always been near the end, when I realize how long I have left. When the end comes for me. But this was different.

For once, it wasn’t my death that made me finally understand.

Understand why so many would curse death and run away from it. Understand how much hurt it can cause.

We must all remember that we will die…

But we must also remember to live.

Memento Vivre.

I grabbed his face, and what came next were words I never thought I’d say. He never got to live a life he had chosen. And he wasn’t like me. If he were to die now, he would never get to see what life could be. I begged him to live, begged to see him become his own person. And if he needed my help to do so… I was more than happy to oblige. To me he wouldn’t be coward for choosing not to die. Choosing to live was the bravest thing anyone could do.

The rain was pouring down, and we could barely see each other anymore. But I stayed with him. He placed his hand over mine, and I heard him say something. It was a language I didn’t understand but I knew what it meant. Thank you.

And through the raindrops, I saw him smile for the first time.

….

I don’t recall all my memories. And I know in my next life, I’ll forget a lot of what “Morteus” experienced…

But I pray to any gods that will hear me, that I will never forget this…

——————

“M…teus?”

“Morteus!”

“HOLY FUCK!”

Morteus woke up to Wasp leaning over him. He immediately jolted up, which knocked the two of them onto the floor, with Morteus falling heavily on top of Wasp.

“!! Gods, Morteus, are you trying to give me a concussion?!” Wasp started to push the Reaper off, then noticed him shaking his head and blinking. “… Are you alright?”

Morteus looked down at Wasp like he only just noticed him there. “Wasp?”

“Yes? Is something-“

“I LOVE YOU!”

Without a pause, Morteus rushed out of the room, laughing triumphantly over his new realization….

Leaving a very confused Wasp on the floor, trying to figure out what brain injury the Grim Reaper could be suffering from.

[alchemistc]

👓💛🔮 for the writer asks, please!

👓What helps you focus when you write?

-Clean organized workspace, Earl Grey tea, lavender and cedarwood candle, atmospheric background noise (if it has lyrics I'm fucked for focus)

The fic I'm working on right now already has it's own pinterest board and a whole ass playlist of atmospheric yt sounds. Maybe once artist claims are done for SBB I'll post a teaser of them.

💛What is the most impactful lesson you've learned about writing?

Ooooh, this is rough, but I think, honestly, the one piece of advice I only decided to take in the last year or so has helped me enjoy writing so much more: If it doesn't fit, or you're getting stuck: just Fucking Delete It And Start Over. If it's a word, a paragraph, a phrase, and you're deliberating too much or waffling or it's causing you to stare at your gd cursor but you still like it - Ctrl+V it into a new tab and then get rid of it. Move on. Come back to it and see if it's still something you need.

The number of times I've left a "scrap" of writing in a draft on G Docs or in my phone notes and then either found a better place for it, or been inspired by it to write something else entirely, AND gave my brain the audacity to move past it and keep going has been amazing.

That and [ELEPHANT]. If you're blanking on a word but the flow is there, keep those juices going and just bracket an filler word in there. Ctrl+F that bitch later when the juices aren't flowing so well.

The point is - don't get caught up on the details. Don't let yourself get stuck. A draft is a draft for a reason, and even me with my "reading it on ao3 and catching spelling mistakes 6 days later" laissez-faire attitude about editing, There's Always Time To Fix It.

🔮Any advice for writers working through burnout or writers block?

See above, but also - put it down. Walk away. Change your scenery, take a walk, actually touch some grass.

For burnout, literally put it away. If you're in a spot where it's just not working and you're spinning your wheels and shit's just not hitting, or you're sad or annoyed or beating yourself up or you're just fucking tired, take a nap and get back to it.

For a lost muse - change it up. Drink a different tea, take your laptop outside and sit in the sun, leave the laptop alone entirely and take a hike through the woods. Take a notebook with you when you draw yourself a bubble bath. Disassociate in the grocery store. Rework the scene with your pillow as an acting partner while you try to fall asleep (If you're anything like me, you'll do this for hours bc insomnia is a bitch.)

Most of all - let yourself be moved by the story if it needs it. I used to be a very stream-of-consciousness writer, and have only in the last few years really outlined a whole story before I write it, but the thing that always used to stop me from planning it out is the same thing that held me up once I started - I write where the words take me, and if you limit yourself to the story you started out with you might miss some happy accidents.

Thanks for the questions!!

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