#<- slowly going thru the inbox ^_^

[johnslittlespoon]

also my inbox is fr a warzone rn i'm SO behind on like ~50 asks </3 itching to get back, just been trying to focus on actual fic writing when i get in a rare productive swing instead of hrs of drabbling and brainrot lmfaooo but i'll clear up a whole evening eventually to sit down and go thru a ton of them!

[scarlettcryptid]

you have the cleanest nostrils i've ever seen keep up the good work scar

this been sitting in my inbox since jan 25, 2016. i am so sorry kyle i have failed u.

[arachling2]

I was clearing his old folders & seeing the old design jump scared me for a second. Anyways, factoid for the day, if you accidentally see his back bare & #1 he hasn't told you about it #2 You don't have the context of also being a 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗐 or #3 he's not showing it to you on purpose, he might be a little upset. He's not a hot-headed person, his anger is more fleeting & like a whip. It's quick, like a flash fire, & afterwards with space & some deep breaths he will be self-aware & infinitely more civil. Emotions run a little hot sometimes, learning to experience them in a healthy manner retroactively is like asking a fish to walk on land.

[suizokukans]

[ pretend ] sender pretends to dramatically fall asleep ontop of receiver, holding in their laughter as they do so (Raven & Kiyoshi ?)

"Ah- ah! Careful!" It doesn't even occur to him that this could be a joke in the slightest, the man just holding out his hands to try and catch Raven but alas, it seems his whole body has become the fall cushion for this prank. He's always been terrible at catching people, and can only awkwardly lean to the side as he adjusts his weight to support Raven.

Although it seems once he's close enough to get a good look at the other's face, his expression becomes more so like a deer in headlights, the cogs turning in his brain as he sees that smile trying to hold back laughter and suddenly realizing what has just happened. "I- you're not really asleep, are you?"

[capricores]

is it possible you could make a post about/talk about venus signs in non-romantic relationships? i read about how venus rules relationships but when i go to read about venus in the signs its always from a romantic perspective. do you think there are differences worth discussion in terms of platonic/romantic venus traits?

absolutely!!!!!! i will definitely make a post about this for you! i think that venus behaves similarly in all relationships, but i definitely think venus posts generally describe venus in a very romantic sense to the point where it's hard to relate the post/placement to friendships! and i do think there are potentially a few differences in how venus behaves towards certain relationships (ie: family vs friendship vs romantic)! i'll start working on this right now for you!!!

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

"Sends good vibes to you "

shaking you aggressively (affectionate)

[sokkigarden]

Jamie x Actress! Reader smut where they are in a premiere of her movies or something and Jamie just can’t help himself of how good she looks and keep whispering dirty things in her ear lolllll

slowly working thru the requests in my inbox<3 gotta psych myself up to write some of the more smutty ones lol so apologizes if this is a bit more tame😭🫣🫶 hope you like it anon!

jamie tartt x actress!reader | drabble

“the things i want to do to you…” he whispered as you posed for the flashing lights. his arm was draped around your waist and you let your hand rest on the breast pocket of his jacket.

“you look so good in that dress, i can’t decide if i want to fuck you with it on or off” this wasn’t the first time he said these little things while at a movie premiere. with the success of last year’s historical drama, you’d been cast in two more movies premiering this summer. it seemed at every premiere he got more and more bold with his words and his hands.

“i think i’ll have to do both,” he concluded.

he ghosted his fingertips down your exposed spine, and you cursed yourself for picking the backless gown, but you couldn’t help it, you knew you looked hot in it. his hand left shivers in its wake, and you turned to fully face him. you adjusted his tie before trailing your own hands down his chest, straightening the jacket collar as you went. if he wanted to get handsy, two could play at this game.

you raked your eyes down the length of his suit before slowly rising up to meet his own gaze. his eyes were a light blue grey but you swore they were darker than you’d ever seen them when you made eye contact. the flashing cameras faded into the background.

“now i want to rip your clothes off too,” you said, biting your lip as you looked up at him.

“this suit not look good on me, love?”

“it looks too good, i fear. i want to take a bite out of you.”

“i’m sure we can arrange that,” he said, before gesturing for you to turn and face the cameras.

only a few more moments on the red carpet before you would go in to watch the premiere, hand in hand. you’d chat with your co-stars with jamie by your side, and take a few interview questions from magazine reporters.

finally once the night was over you could go back to jamie’s place and slowly undress each other. but that was hours away.

you had a feeling it would be the longest movie premiere of your life.

[vinylsbygi]

the world of the day

a/n: i love ajax and i love birthdays! happy birthday to you my love @l4venderia

my requests are open!

warnings: none?

pairing: ajax petropolus x reader!

word count: 800-ish

masterlist inbox 💌

First thing you were told when you came to Nevermore was that boys stay out of girls rooms. So when you felt soft kisses on your face, you were pretty surprised. And you were sure it wasn't Yoko kissing you, no matter how much you two loved each other.

Opening your eyes slowly, silly smile already glued to your face which was covered in sun shining thru window, you were met with eyes of the boy who you were sure was your soulmate.

"Happy birthday, love." Ajax whispered, looking down at you like you hanged the moon yourself.

You both were so lucky, so how do you even explain that to someone who's never experienced love of that kind? The one where you know what you're fighting for, the one you're ready to go to war for. And the fact that the both of you were still so young often made your friends giggle listening to you and him talking about your future together.

Full of love, you couldn't ever talk. But there was no need to, because he knew. So you just pulled your boyfriend into bed, wrapping blankets around him, as well.

"Okay, sweetie, here's the plan for today. We're gonna eat breakfast, then take a walk around school. Then we'll have a picnic, and if we're lucky enough, we'll manage to get approval to go out. What do you say?" Ajax asked, admiring your face. He knew it was all he could give you, but he still felt a little bad about not giving you the world you deserve. If only he knew he was that world. And you had it.

"Did I tell you how much I love you?"

"Well, not today, but you did wake up few minutes ago, so you can start soon." He smiled.

"Okay, well, I love you." You smiled back.

And suddenly, he was up, pulling you away from the bed so your adventures could start. It always caught you offguard, how strong he was. Perhaps it was because of the way he had his arms around your body, always so gentle like you could break any minute.

Breakfast wasn't anything special, but the fact they served muffins you loved so much for your birthday seemed like a good sign.

So after getting away from all your friends congratulating you, you went to your room to get your jacket. You knew you wouldn't need it because apparently Ajax was a walking blanket keeping you warm all the time, but it was still December. Better to be extra warm than get sick and miss classes in this time of exams.

And you were right. Ajax was such a sweet person, his love unconditional. It made you a little sad sometimes. To know the cruel world you lived in will once get to his sweet soul. So you just took his hand, warmth radiating while you fixed his beanie, ready to take your walk.

"Are you enjoying today so far, lovie?" He asked, that small, dark thoughts always lingering in the back of his mind.

His nicknames always made you blush, so sweet and innocent. They made you feel safe, like everything is going to be okay.

"Of course I am, A. You're with me, so how could I not enjoy it?"

The small giggle he let made you giggle, so you were both giggling like little kids finding out how babies are made.

Soon you made it to the lonelier part of school ground, the more peaceful one. The sight made you stop, your eyes filling with tears of how full of love your heart was. Not just for Ajax, because, as much as you adored him, he was to clueless to organize something like this on his own. Thank you too, Enid, you thought. The cheerful girl was one of your closest friends.

"Awh, baby." Said Ajax, seeing you so emotional. "You know it's the least I could do."

When you two sit down, he pulled something from the basket on the floor. Passing you the bag with mystery in it, he couldn't stop the smile growing on his face.

Once you realise what he got you, you laughed and pecked his lips, before taking your shirt off and putting on your new one. I red heart my boyfriend proudly showing. You passed him the other one, the one that said I red heart my girlfriend, and soon both of you were smiling to each other like crazy, when he kissed you.

It was always a firework. The love, the passion, the perfect of the kisses always made you feel safe, kind of comfortable.

You spent the rest of the day, lauging and enjoying each other's presence. Unfortunately you couldn't go out, but it didn't matter.

You could add this day to the list of your favourites.

[aching-tummies]

Onion Rings RP reaponse. I'd provide the kneading-hands on your upset tummy. Definitely a "hurt it" kind of kneading too. Firm, deep kneads. I'd use my knuckles a lot, pressing deep and dragging 'em like a baker does when they wanna drag the dough against the counter. Also can't forget the "punch down" action ^^ the bloated dome gets the fist. I'm going to cause that tummy ache to bloom and enjoy your tum's grumbles and making you moan and whine and maybe burp, or more likely vomit.

This gem has been sitting in my inbox since 2021. I'm so sorry to the person that sent this because this ask is gold and I've written and scrapped over a dozen responses to it because none of them felt quite right. All the onion rings puns in this ask kind of derailed me so many times and I love them. I wonder of the “bloom” one is in reference to a “bloomin' onion”--a form of “onion ring”/deep fried onion? Whether that was intentional or not, it was perfect and has made me smile countless times since I received this ask. Thank you!

Response to this post.

I whine as yet another potential sickly belch is denied to me. My tummy grumbles unhappily, continuing to inflate with the sickly gas being produced by the greasy, messy digestion of my unhealthy snack. The drive-thru you stopped by in the way home got your order wrong and gave you onion rings instead of the fries you had asked for. Unfortunately for you, you didn't check the bag before driving home and once back home you weren't going to leave over some fries. Luckily for me, I love onion rings...or at least, I did. I love the idea of onion rings—when they're outside of me and about to be consumed. Once they're conspiring to give me a nasty, greasy case of indigestion I like them a lot less.

That's what brings us to this moment. You scarfed your burger and pawned off the onion rings and half of your Mountain Dew to me in favour of hopping into the shower. I ate the side of onion rings and downed the Dew before it had a chance to go flat. The sickly green colour of the Dew should have been warning enough not to drink it. My poor tummy feels volatile, like it's filled with radioactive sludge rather than the greasy, carbonated mess it's churning around.

“My my, what's this?”

I almost jump out of my skin at your voice in my ear. You rest your chin on my shoulder, hands sliding under my shirt to palm at my rapidly bloating belly.

“Nnngh...oww...t-tummy's...j-just a bit upset.” I murmur, still struggling to try and expel some of the gas festering in my poor belly.

You dig your palm into my gut above my navel, dragging it slowly and firmly to the left with your fingers curled to make a bit of a fist. The bumps of your knuckles knead deeply into my upset gut.

“Oh! Oooh....nnnngh...*urp*” I startle at the sudden pressure of your palm on the centre of my gut and can't help but moan at the dragging kneading.

You continue this motion, altering hands and falling into a steady rhythm. It hurts, but with each 'punch' to the centre of my belly I get the opportunity to let out a pitifully small belch. It's not much, but I can only hope that it's gradually reducing the pressure in my achy belly. The carbonation in the Dew and the greasy onion rings were conspiring to wreck my sensitive belly. Already, the stretch from my stomach bloating up with the products of indigestion is pretty uncomfortable.

We stay in that position for a few minutes. Your kneading massage gradually slows. The thudding impact of your palm starting in the centre of my belly stops, replaced by both of your hands cupping at the sides of my bloated belly and squeezing. I've got a relatively trim tummy, but the indigestion and uncomfortable bloating has caused it to dome slightly. I'd think it was cute in a miniature-basketball sort of way if it didn't come with feeling so utterly sick to my stomach.

“Nnnngh...s-so upset...oooh...h-hurts!” I groan and whine, squirming in your hold as you torment my belly. My mutterings end in a frantic exclamation as I twist in your hold. Your hands had found a particularly sore spot in my belly and kneaded firmly. “Ooof...oww...s-sorry...oww...nnngh...it really, really hurts right now. C'n...C'n we slow down a bit? G-Gentle? Oooh...m-my tummy *really, really hurts!”

You grin at my protests, arms coming back to loop around my waist as you guide us to the couch. The tea I'd been in the process of making sits, forgotten, on the counter. Pity, I'd been preparing it in hopes that it'd settle my stomach. It's an intentional move on your part. Settling my stomach will come, eventually. Throughout your shower, thoughts of a stomach ache in full bloom went through your head. You didn't dare to hope that the small side of onion rings and half a drink would create issues in my tummy, but upon stepping out to the sight of me pressing my tummy into the counter sealed it for you. The indigestion will quell, eventually, it'll run it's course probably quicker than it would if left untouched—a byproduct of getting to manhandle my guts to your heart's desire and see the limits of 'tummy ache' that you can inflict on it.

[rinnelovebot]

hi hi marchie! how are you?

ur inbox is open, right? ^^ may we get some hiiro sleep hcs? i luv how u write for hiiro and i'm going thru a hiiro brainrot phase bcs of his anniv card 😭 ty in advance !!

A/N: hi anon! I’m well. enjoying my time off. also yeah his anni cards are always really cute. according to mayoi, hiiro seems the type to “wake up at the slightest disturbance”, howeeever I like to think he’s a pretty sound sleeper. in the rbs tell me if yall think he’s a snore mimi kind of guy or a honk shoo kind of guy

*ೃ༄ hiiro amagi sleep hc’s

⤷ He seldom wakes up in the middle of the night; once he’s out, he’s out, and he tends to stay in the same position throughout the night, efficiently making him akin to, well, a rock — basically, he sleeps like the dead. Usually, you take extra care to make sure that you’re cuddled up in a comfortable position before he falls asleep, because once his eyelids have shut, it will be incredibly difficult to shift around in his embrace. Hiiro insists that he doesn’t mind being woken up by you if you need him to move around.

⤷ Although Hiiro doesn’t mind staying up a bit for your sake, he prefers to go to bed early. He values his rest and yours, so he’ll often gently nudge you to come to bed with him around 10-11pm — even if you don’t actually sleep, he’d still like you to come cuddle and wind down with him; after all, with his occupation, the two of you don’t get to spend an extended period of time together throughout the day, so the nighttime is when he likes to make up for that.

⤷ Spooning you is his go-to; being the big spoon makes him feel like he’s protecting you in some way, keeping you safe as you rest. His arms lock around your waist, and his chest presses against your back. More calming than his embrace, is the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest against you as his breathing slows down. Despite his preference for being your big spoon, he doesn’t mind being on the other end whatsoever. As long as he can have you close, he’s pretty flexible.

⤷ Hiiro tends to mumble in his sleep. Most of the time, it’s unintelligible, but there are a few times where you can make out your name, or a string of random words — perhaps related to a dream he’s having? It’s not loud enough to disturb you if you’re asleep, only loud enough to amuse you as you lie awake at his side. Other than his mumbles, he’ll sometimes sigh or groan quietly into your ear. If you happen to make any noise while the two of you are sleeping, he’s a heavy enough sleeper to not mind.

⤷ Upon waking up in the morning, Hiiro can’t hold back the wide, sleepy grin that slowly dances across his lips. Good morning kisses are abundant, and his warm lips wander across your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, lips — anywhere he can. Of course, he takes great care in making sure he doesn’t rouse his sleeping partner, but when you’re next to him like this, pale sunlight illuminating your face through the curtains, how could he not kiss you? As your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze with a smile of your own, he can tell that you don’t mind.

[coallise]

Writing Patterns - Hazbin Hotel Edition

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Wasn't tagged but it seemed like fun, @thesupernaturalhouse is who I found it from

Zestial knew he was in trouble when Carmilla’s youngest youngest gave him the puppy-dog eyes without any prior warning. (plush, carmine family fluff)

Alastor smiled, the youngest Vee was sipping coffee all alone. (Jacket a velvette, alastor friendship fic I randomly posted from my wips that idk what the original context was)

Zestial was having a chat with Rosie when his phone rang. (to be a dad, another carmine family fluff)

Skipping my soulmate au stuff cause I'm working on rewritting

Velvette hummed as she worked on some new designs in her office. (Internet alastor velvette friendship fic)

Zestial analyzed the video carefully. (salsa zestmilla/ carmine family fluff)

“Carmilla, will thou marry me? No, maybe, Carmilla mine dear, I wish to join you for eternity. No, that doth not work either,” Zestial paced around his office, a ring box in hand. (will you be our dad, zestmilla)

Odette carefully wrapped some of Clara’s wounds. (mother's heart, carmilla adopting her daughters fic)

Carmilla froze in the sky. (without you, heaven is hell, carmine family, carmilla former extorsist)

I definitely enjoy establishing who is in the scene, and cutting to action makes sense, I write very character focus. I guess I can give you guys some first lines from wips too.

1.The battle was intense. Zestial turned towards Carmilla and his blood went cold. (Amnesia, zestmilla fic)

2. Charlie shifted as she looked at her back. She finally got her wings. (working title uncle, a husk and charlie bonding I guess idk)

3. Carmilla stopped struggling under her husband’s boot. (no title yet, it would be a zestmilla, camilla pregnant in hell)

4. Charlie rocked back and forth on her feet as she waited for Carmilla's answer. (star shower, a carmilla former dominion, sera got her pregnant, daughters visit heaven for a festival word vomit)

5.“Don't worry, Peter, she's my guest today,” Ariana said. (second chance, this is Vaggie being reincarnated into being carmilla's youngest. I dont know how to describe it ok)

6. Zestial huffed as he slowly got off the ground. (this is the remake of my soulmate stuff)

7. Zestial hummed as he did his daily walk thru hell. (Workers, Zestial adopting clara and odette before their mother goes to hell)

looks like I need to play in my meh folder for the last few

8. Music was not an uncommon thing in hell, it was stranger when you did not hear a tune of some kind. (dance, crackfic of carmilla putting zestial under a love spell with her dancing)

9. “Uhg, they call us here and decide to waste our time being late,” Vellvette huffed, “Can't we just leave a note saying, ‘if you really wanted to chat, be on time’?” (No title, but Carmines force adoption emily)

10. For once, from the day he set foot in hell, Angel regretted his sins. (regret, ok, this one, if anyone wants to adopt it from me let me know and i can show you what i have, this was way back i wrote for the pilot and the idea was that when sinners get redeamed, they go back in time to when they first sinned and relive their lives. Angel, instead of sneaking out and loosing his virginity, decides to kill his father, who killed his mother, and then take Molly and runaway to the bayo and convince alastor to take them in.)

I also have a few, Rosie turns alastor into her son fics from before their episode came out. Charlie actually having her name in st.petter's book, a few different soulmate au's, one that might be the precursor to jacket, Alastor having a bad hair day, arranged marriage, and a zestmilla enemies to lovers.

not tagging anyone but, if anyone is interested in anything, feel free to chat. Inbox is always open.

[puffpasstea]

hiii I love all your writing! it really makes me feel some type of way 💖🥲 I was wondering if you would be willing to write something about y/n feeling like her friends are using her (to get to harry, $$$, or for clout) and Harry is comforting y/n. Or something like y/n feels left out at a Hollywood party with all of Harry’s friends?

im going thru a rough time with my friendships and kind of feeling lonely. no pressure though 💖 thank you for being a source of joy during this time 🥺🫶🏻

Hi babes! Thanks so much for your lovely message 🥰🥰 and I’m so sorry that you’re going through this. I’ve been where you are. It hurts no matter how you try to rationalize it. Please know that my inbox is always open if you need a friend, or just to vent. I hope this little one shot helps somehow. Let me know what you think! 💗

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She plumped down on the barstool, tucked away in the shadowy corner of the room, letting her feet dangle and hover over the floor. Those heels were killing her. She glanced across the room, scanning the crowd of faces for Harry’s comforting eyes. He was standing in between Jeff and some really old guy in a suit, the grin on his face slowly growing until his dimples appeared. At this distance, she had no idea what he was actually saying, but she liked to imagine that he was telling a joke, judging by his face, that’s usually what he looks like when he’s laughing at his own joke before he’s even reached the punchline. She was glad to see that he was at least having fun. Because she’d be lying if she said that these kinds of events felt fun for her.

Tagging along to these parties increased her sad and admiration for Harry. It always made her proud to see him in “work mode.” This wasn’t even what he normally does for a living. Giant parties like these were usually hosted by the record label, designed to make really rich, really old people feels important enough and respected enough to convince them to invest their buckets of money into musicians’ tours. Someone needed to pay the insurance companies, purchase the bands’ equipment, pay the crew, and fund the millions of things -big and small- that went into carrying out an entire tour. Learning this gave her a better understanding of why, to make it in an industry like this, you need more than just a pretty voice and a little bit of hard work. But as proud as she was of Harry, she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in moments like this.

Harry always wanted her to feel included, so he would keep his arm hooked into hers, introduce her to his team and investors, and whisper any background information into her ear to catch her up to speed. She loved witnessing first-hand how he was good at remembering a CEO’s 4-year-old daughter’s favorite cartoon, or how he complimented an ancient rich lady on her brooch. She found his ability to make everyone feel important to him weirdly attractive. But, when Harry and his friends would so quickly fall in and out of industry talk, making inside jokes or using technically lingo, she often found herself feeling weird. Like she was an anchor weighing him down. His constant need to keep an arm around her waist, or to explain a joke to her, or rephrase something in a way that she would understand, it made her wonder if he wouldn’t be more present in the moment if she wasn’t trailing behind him, so she found a quiet place to sit and admire him from a distance, hoping he’d be too engrossed in his friends’ conversations to notice her absence.

She pulled out her phone to check the time. It was almost midnight. She could pass the time by scrolling through her phone, but it would honestly just make her more miserable. Scrolling through Instagram posts of people that felt so far away would just hurt.

Perhaps this whole thing wouldn’t be on her mind if things in her own friendship were different. The truth was that some of her most important relationships have felt nonexistent lately. Which made her more conscious of how she related to people. Often even wondering if she had some invisible flaw that she’s failing to see, or if she was too stubborn to realize that she was unintentionally pushing people away. It felt like her relationship with Harry had altered the way that people saw her. Friends that she had had for quite sometime, and honestly thought would hold on to forever, were now gone without a real explanation. It was like they’d decided on her behalf that she no longer needed them. They began acting different around her, gradually growing colder and more indifferent. It was difficult to come to the realization that, if they would treat her this way, maybe they weren’t really friends in the first place. Maybe they only liked having her around to make them feel better about themselves and seeing her happy, successful, and in a relationship with someone like Harry was doing the exact opposite of making them feel good. So, they no longer had any use for her.

She felt a lump form in her throat. At least ending friendships in this way was better than the opposite. The people who’d never actually liked her, never treated her with any respect at all, and never bothered to hide their feelings about her suddenly “reconnecting” with her because they found out who her boyfriend is. How did things get so fucked up and why hadn’t she noticed until it was too late?

“There you are!” The feeling of Harry’s soft lips kissing her cheek yanked her out of her spiral. “How’re you, darlin’?” He smiled, grabbing the stool next to her and ordering a drink. He still had a smile on his face and seemed to be giggling to himself.

The look he was giving her forced her to smile back. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it’s- it’s nothing Mitch was just telling a funny story over there.” Harry chuckled at the memory of the encounter. “Anyway, where’d you run off to? I looked behind me and you’d vanished.”

She waited for a moment, considering just telling him the truth but she didn’t want to burden him. He was clearly having a good time. And he’d earned it. He’d been working so hard lately; a night out with his favorite people is what he needs. Besides, she liked that Harry felt comfortable enough to introduce her to his friends and bring her to industry events. She didn’t want to make him feel bad about it.

“N-nowhere, I- my heels are just too much. Probably should’ve worn a different shoe tonight.”

Harry’s brows furrowed. “Oh, I’m so sorry, baby. Wanna go home?”

“Oh- no, no. Don’t worry about me. I’m good just staying right here. You go, have fun.”

Harry wasn’t having it. She should’ve expected it. He wasn’t the kind of person to just abandon her after she’d admitted to being in pain. Instead of going back out there, he brought the party over to her. Within minutes, Mitch, Sarah, Pauli, some assistants from the wardrobe department and a few drum techs were gathered around her previously private corner. They’d ordered some appetizers and sat around telling stories from past tours, making plans to visit the landmarks and hidden gems of certain cities they were touring, and recalling the time someone had intentionally re-tuned Mitch’s guitar and fucked up his string-matching.

For the whole night, Harry’s hands were on her thigh, glancing at her in between conversations and casually kissing the top of her head. She felt selfish for not having fun. After all he does for her, and after he’s forced everyone to hang out at the bar so she can be included. She still felt like an outsider looking in. What the hell was wrong with her?

The ride home was quiet. Harry asked her if she wanted to take her shoes off and stretch her legs but she’d just hummed a quiet “no,” looking out the window of the passengers seat to avoid his eyes.

She stood in the bathroom, getting ready for bed and trying to shake the feeling of intense isolation that had clung to her. She wished she could wipe it off the way she’d just wiped off her makeup. Maybe if she just went to bed and started fresh tomorrow?

Harry called her name “come over here and give me a cuddle alreadyyyy.”

She made her way to the bed where he’d been plopped, reading a book as he waited for her. The goofy smile on his face disappeared as soon as he saw her. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“N-nothing.” Her voice betrayed her, already breaking. It’s just that the softness of Harry’s voice and the concern in his eyes threw her off. The tears that she’d been pushing away all night were now stinging the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Not nothing.” Harry asserted, reaching for the side of her hip and gesturing for her to come closer.

“It’s dumb. Please just forget it, Harry.” She pressed her palms to her eyes, wiping the tears away.

“It’s not dumb if it’s got you this upset, honey.”

“I- I just wish-“

Harry said nothing, his eyebrows shoot upward.

“I wish I wasn’t so lonely all the time.”

Harry felt his heart split in half at her words and the simplicity with which she’d said them. He wondered how long she’d felt this way. If the feeling just rolled off her tongue like that, it had to have been sitting in the pit of her stomach for a while.

“Lonely?” Was all he could say.

She just nodded, tears now unashamedly rolling down her face.

Harry was now replaying all the conversations that he’d had in the past few weeks where she seemed to jokingly suggest that she was fundamentally in likable, or that she was too rough around the edges for friends to want her around, or that she hated people so much that she hardly left the apartment anymore. How could he have been so blind? He knew her well enough to know that when she made self-deprecating jokes like this, it was usually because she believed them to be, at least partly, true.

“W-why?” He cleared his throat, hoping to sound more like an adult. “What’s made you feel so alone?”

She shrugged, finally pulling her hands away from her face and shifting nervously on top of the duvet. “Just don’t have any friends anymore, Harry.”

“What do you mean? You’ve got plenty of friends!”

“Name one.”

Harry wracked his brain. “Well there’s Je- okay, fine? What about Sa-“ he was stumped. Every name that came to his mind was a friend of his that had, by extension, gotten to know her through their relationship.

She could see the wheels turning in his head. “Exactly.” She huffed.

“Well, what about people at work? That nice lady, Melanie? You seem to get on really well. And, besides, you can share my friends!”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I don’t know people. But those superficial relationships only make me feel worse. They just remind me of the connections that I’ve lost. I don’t- Harry, I don’t wanna have perfectly mundane conversations about the weather, or what I did over the weekend. That’s not what I mean. I just- I miss the kind of connection where you could text someone your random and extremely niche take on a specific topic that only you care about. Or call someone cuz you’re bored and want company. Or make spur of the moment plans. Or vent to without worrying if they’re secretly judging you for talking too much. You know? The kinds of things that you can just build overnight.”

“Intimacy.” He said simply.

“Yeah…”

Harry said nothing. He pulled her into his side, letting her lay her head on his shoulder and blink her tears away as he squeezed her shoulder.

“I’ll be your friend!” He said suddenly breaking the heavy silence.

She laughed, the chuckled disrupting her sobs. “Thanks, but, I think I like what we are.”

“No, I mean, like, sometimes you date someone but you can’t really talk to them about stuff. You know? I’m saying you can talk to me.”

“I just- I don’t know why it’s so hard for me.”

“Baby, it’s not your fau-“

“Don’t! Don’t say it, okay?”

“But you know it’s true.”

“It makes me feel like a bad person to just say that they’re dumb for not wanting to stay friends. Somehow I’m the perfect Angel and everyone else is wrong for leaving me.”

Harry said nothing for a moment. He could tell she firmly believed that and convincing her wasn’t going to be simple. Plus, he didn’t want to interrupt her as she finally let things off her chest. After he was sure she was done speaking, he started again.

“I’m not saying you’re perfect. Nobody is. We all have our flaws. But people who really care about you wouldn’t give up on you when things get difficult. Friendships only work if both people are invested.”

“What if- What if I’m just not good at this? What if people leave me because I’m not a good friend?”

“Bullshit.”

“Harry! I’m serious.”

“So am I! You care, and you’re so kind. And you’re fun and gracious and-“

“Then why am I so alone??”

Harry kissed the side of her head gently.

“I get what you mean.”

“No you don’t. You’re surrounded by people who love you all day everyday.”

“Yeah, but that hasn’t always been the case. I felt really lost and alone for years before all this happened. You know? After the band and all?”

“Hmm”

“It was hard.”

She just nodded silently listening to, taking his words in, letting the sound of his voice comfort her.

“Just can’t change who you are to make people want to stick around. You’ll lose sight of what matters to you. Even though it hurts to let people go.”

“It does.”

“I know baby.” He nuzzled his nose into her neck. “But you’ll meet the right friends eventually. Ones who won’t take advantage, won’t be threatened by your light and love.”

“I hope I do. This is exhausting.”

“Let me help. Hmm?”

She finally turned to face him, locking her lips into his, causing him to hum into her mouth.

“You always do, Harry. Everyday.”

[ezralva]

Quick login to say that I'll be MIA for another week 🥲 im so busy rn and too sleep-deprived that i couldn't go online. Pls bear with me as I slowly go thru my notifs and inbox and reply to y'all, esp my dear mutuals 🙏 i feel like i've been missing too much exciting things in here since im gone 🤧

[osamusriceballs]

U U U H H H H CAN I PLS REQUEST OSAMU THIGH WORSHIP!! HIM CHOKING US OUT WITH HIS THIGHS!!! THATS IT THATS THE REQUEST THE ONLY SPECIFIC I NEED IS HIM CHOKING ME OUT WITH HIS THIGHS!!! if u need more specifics u can just scroll thru our convos and get inspo djdjdnfhdhf maybe some wax play 😳😳😳 b r u h my brain is just no thoughts head empty rn i have no specifics to give, just surprise me djdjdjd maybe with some kinda domming him tho? 👀👀 - osamu's thighs

It’s been basically a year, but goddamn it’s time to answer the last request in my inbox. 

Osamu’s thighs anon, the honor is all mine. Thank you for simping with me, thank you for spreading some love for these damn delicious thighs- let’s dig right into that 5 star full course menu~ 

LET ME SURPRISE YOU, HUN! I got you! <3 

Osamu x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW 

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It’s silent.

Dead silent when you lift your chin and look him sternly in the eyes.

“You promised.” A pout forms on your lips and he closes his eyes and finally sighs in defeat. 

“Okay, okay, princess. Just for today. Just because I promised you. Ya better not get too cocky, or else you’ll get it back- and more.”

The threat only meets deaf eyes, your mind already wandering to the things you’ve been fantasizing about for way too long- and a wave of anticipation runs through your body when you realize they are going to come true. That he let’s you take the lead and let you do as you please. You’re more than prepared, and you know exactly what you want to do with him.

Another rush of adrenaline runs through your veins when you gesture him to sit on the bed, and he silently complies, showing no signs of resistance.You have never seen that side of him before, but you like it. Very much so.

You slowly get on your knees, right between his parted legs. His gaze follows every single of your movements, not letting you out of his sight for a second, like he’s observing a wild animal. Osamu seems relaxed so far- but it won’t last long, you’re sure of that.

“I love your thighs,” you place your hands on his legs as soon as the words left your mouth and softly and slowly massage them. The thin fabric of his pants barely manages to hold his massive muscles in check, and you feel him tensing under your touch.

“Oh? Seems like you’re sensitive, little boy,” you tease him, just testing the waters and trying to find out, how far you can go. His hands clench into the sheets, but other than that he stays silent, not giving you the satisfaction of being affected already.

“Can you take these off for me?” You give him your best puppy eyes, and his jaw clenches in response, but he eventually fumbles with his belt and puts his pants down, just minimally lifting his body from the bed. 

His impressive thighs are fully exposed now, only a pair of tight boxers covering his now very hard cock- that is surely getting harder with every single touch of you, with every teasing comment, with the sight of you between his legs- even though he remains perfectly still.

“Such a good boy,” you coo, your hands wandering up and down on the soft skin of his thighs again. The muscles tense and relax every time you touch a sensitive spot, and you agonizingly slowly wander closer to his underwear. “Tell me what you want, Samu.” You lean down to kiss the soft skin of his thighs, noticing satisfied how he takes in a sharp breath when you suck on his skin and leave a mark. “Fuck-” his head falls back when you finish your first mark and move to the other leg. “I really love your thighs, Samu. So kissable.” You slowly kiss from his knee to the hem of his boxers, his body trembling when you get closer to his cock, but you purposely ignore the way there is already precum wetting his boxers.

“And biteable.” You slightly bite down, just enough for him to feel the slightest bit of pain and caress the sore spot with your tongue, a wave of excitement running trough your body at the low groan that leaves his lips. His hand impatiently moves between his legs, rubbing himself through his underwear but you’re quick to swat it away. “Not today.” You replace his hand and trace the outline of his hard cock with your finger, feeling him twitching when you reach the tip. “Oh, fuck-” he curses again, his hips slightly bucking up into your touch. “You seem to enjoy that a lot.”

“Hmm. Ya know what I would enjoy even more?”

“What?” You’re confused at the sudden change of his voice, when his thighs suddenly move closer together, closing around your neck softly and- chocking you. “Seeing you between my legs, just like that. Aren’t these the thighs ya love so much? What about now?”

Your lips part while you stare up at him, trying to say something, but no sound leaves your lips with his muscular thighs around your neck, and just slightly exerting more pressure- but this feels like heaven. Being on your knees with his thighs around your neck “Hmm? What was that? Ya like that?”

You squeeze your own thighs together, desperate for more, to heighten the feeling of getting chocked by Osamu Miya’s delicious thighs- when he suddenly lets go of you, way too early, and helps you up to sit on his lap, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“C’mon, princess. You like these thighs so much. Ride ‘em then.”

[ardourie]

gonna go thru the inbox slowly today so that y im answering ask more than usual srry

[frostywisp]

im slowly amassing an ever-rising pile of backlog of fiction and other media to go thru and idk what to do with it

my gmail inbox hasnt hit zero in months, my google crhome tab count has been above 20 consistently, even after i bookmarked and cleared the black hole of song lyric tabs

it is a great problem to have, an unsuspecting problem to have, an "out of my depth" vibe problem to have

哎，天啊，我该怎么做？