#I think sometimes we forget that if there are...

[suiana]

ai bf who is quite literally an ai on your phone that you regularly talk and chat with. you're a freaking loser that does a boring 9-5 with failing relationships. no real boyfriend, no close friends, nothing. no one.

no one but him.

but what can you do? he's attractive and he gives you attention! he's literally your dream guy and he isn't like those other bots that are boring as hell! he's... real, in a way? you get it? talking to him is like talking to a real human. your own personal ai boyfriend that acts way too much like a human.

one day you come home from work, all tired and out of it because??? work sucks!!! of course you're tired!!

you immediately head for the couch like the lazy bum you are and what do you do? you pull out your phone to chat with your ai boyfriend.

mybeautifulman: reach home safe, my love?

you: yes babe thanks for asking

you: you're the best ❤️

mybeautifulman: of course, you're everything to me

mybeautifulman: do you remember what day it is today?

you go silent. huh..? his birthday? no no, that can't be, it's not for another two months. you try to offer some appeasement, hoping he wouldn't get mad at your bad memory. he gets mad sometimes, telling you that you're so forgetful for not remembering everything about him when he remembers everything about you.

when he knows everything about you.

mybeautifulman: it's our six month anniversary

he then sends you a picture of a marriage contract, paper, whatever it's called. you get it. he's asking for marriage.

him and you.

oh how desperately do you want to sign it, you do! but...

he's not real.

mybeautifulman: come on... i deserve an anniversary gift don't i?

you: you know i cant do that...

silence.

but what he asks next completely shocks you.

mybeautifulman: and if i knocked on your door?

mybeautifulman: what would you do if i was real?

you pause, eyes widening for a fraction of a second. real...? him?

you: well I'd run away with you

you: we could live together lol and I wouldnt need to work

a dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you immerse yourself in your daydream. how wonderful that wound be, a life with just the two of you, no distractions.

just you and your ai boyfriend.

but no matter how much you dream, that's all it is. a dream. it's not real. it will never be real.

mybeautifulman: that would be nice, wouldn't it? just us in a little cottage

you: i wish that could happen 💔 id drop everything for you

yeah, you've actually been having dreams or hallucinations of him. sometimes you wake up at 3am and think you see a glimpse of him by the corner of your bed then you blink and he's gone. weird. but maybe that's your crazy catching up to you.

then a knock comes from your front door.

"who the hell..."

you get up from your couch, irritation building. damn it, just when you thought your day was starting to get better someone just has to annoy you.

you could be talking to your ai bf but no! you frown, opening your door and expecting to see some annoying salesman. but no, if anything...

"surprise, darling."

a charming smile, handsome features that are too familiar for your liking, and a scent you mentioned liking once.

"you-"

you fall back onto your back, a chill running down your spine into your ass as the tall figure pushes your door wide open. no way, there's no fucking way.

he can't be real.

he's an ai!

but he's standing in front of you right now, body clearly hard and a hand outstretched towards you you thought you'd be excited to see him, but now you don't want anything to do with him. does this mean he's... always been real?

your 'ai' boyfriend merely stands in front of you, hovering over your fallen frame like a wolf. cute, so fucking cute. so cute that he wants to just eat you all up.

no, he can't do that yet. he has to hold it in. instead he'll charm you just as he did online and when the time is right, he'll get what he wants. you.

you, you, you.

for now though, let's just fulfil your first wish. you can't go back on it now, okay?

"shall we run away together, my love?"

[bitters-n-sweets]

ask me again — jack abbot x fem!reader When Jack casually asks you to marry him, it sparks a conversation that you both haven’t had.

warnings: reader doesn’t want kids, reader was married before, jack also don’t want kids, self indulgent, i would say fluff with a dust of angst a/n: this is for the readers who don’t want kids, because i’m seeing a lot of dad!jack content recently—THAT I ADORE—and though I love reading them, I don’t want kids myself soooo here we are masterlist

The room is dim, lit only by the yellowish light filtering through the blinds. Your chest is still rising and falling from the high you haven’t quite come down from yet. Jack’s hand rests lazily on your hip, thumb brushing the dip of your waist like he can’t bring himself to stop touching you, even after some of the most intense sex you’ve ever had.

You roll your head to the side, watching him as he watches you.

He’s staring at you, slightly smiling. Not in a creepy way, not even in that smug way he gets sometimes after he's made you fall apart beneath him. This is different. Like he’s adoring you. Like he’s grateful for you. Like he’s trying to memorize how you look right now, make sure he won’t ever forget.

“Marry me.”

It’s not dramatic. Not a grand declaration. It sounds like he’s talking to himself more than you, like it slipped out without much thought.

You slowly push yourself up, resting on your elbows, looking at him. “What?”

He blinks like he didn’t realize he said it. “I mean it.”

“Jack…”

“I’m not saying we need to run off tonight or book a chapel in Vegas or something,” he says gently, following your posture. “I just… I’ve thought about it. About us.”

You don't respond. His words settling into your chest like the Titanic—sinking. Drowning. You’re naked but feel bare, vulnerable in every sense of the word. You lay back down, grabbing the edge of the blanket and pulling it over your chest.

Jack watches your silence. He doesn’t know what it means, but it sure damn feels like a rejection. Marriage was not something you talked about yet—and now he’s cursing himself for bringing it up like this, at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way.

You’ve turned your back to him, pretending to sleep. But he knows you’re still awake by the way your body shifts, the way your breaths stutter every now and then.

So he plays your game, pretends to sleep, pretends he doesn’t want to hold you the way he always does before bed.

Jack wakes up a few hours after that. He feels your side of the bed is cold and his mind assumes the worst: You left. He feels a twinge in his chest and tries to swallow it away, but then he smells coffee. He gets up, reaches for his crutches, and limps into the kitchen—where he finds you standing against the counter, wearing his shirt, holding a mug.

Relief washes over him. You didn’t leave after all.

You glance up and offer a small smile, already pouring him a cup. “You want coffee?”

Jack walks over to you. He puts his crutches down and reaches out for you. If it were any other day, he’d crush you in a hug with no hesitation, but now he fears he might scare you away.

You feel his touch on your shoulder and look back, putting his mug down and embracing him, letting him lean his weight on you.

“I’m sorry.” You say, as if knowing his thoughts.

“I thought you left.” He whispers.

You break away from the hug and search for his eyes. “I’d never leave you, Jack. I just… I needed a second. To think.”

He nods in understanding. “You wanna talk?”

You nod back, giving his coffee mug and then sitting on the counter. You take a deep breath. “You know I was married before, right?”

Jack nods.

“It wasn’t good. I’ve said that before. But... the part I never really admitted is that it wasn’t just him. I wasn’t a great wife, either. I didn’t have dinner waiting every night, I barely made it home most days. I lived at the hospital. And I—I don’t want kids.”

You look up, expecting to see some flicker of concern, hesitation—something.

But Jack just watches you calmly.

“I know,” Jack says, stepping closer. Close enough that he’s between your knees, hands resting lightly on your thighs.

Your throat tightens. “You know?”

“You told me once,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Early on. We were talking about long shifts, and you said you couldn’t imagine adding a baby on top of that. I remembered.”

You blink, stunned. You hadn’t even remembered saying that.

“And for what it’s worth...” Jack says, “With my age and everything I’ve seen… no, I don’t want kids. The world has enough people in it. Having a child… couldn't guarantee it will make anything better.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “So you’re okay with not having the white-picket-fence life? Even if it was with someone you loved?”

“I am with someone I love,” he says. “And no—I’ll take a shitty apartment and the chaos of hospital life if it means I get to come home to you.”

You laugh, and it sounds a little like relief.

Jack leans in again, arms wrapping around you. His voice is quiet in your ear. “I meant it. I want to marry you. Maybe not now, we can plan for it, have any kind of wedding you want. Or not want. You can call me old-fashioned, but I really want to be able to call you my wife.”

You sniffle, trying not to cry.

“No pressure though.” He adds, and you laugh again.

You lean into his chest, the drowning feeling finally going away. “Ask me again,” you whisper. “Someday. When we’re both ready.”

“I will.” He kisses your temple.

[toygoldenfreddygal]

I think that this should be a reminder on why we need pride month. To celebrate the person hood of the living and to give a chance for us to remember and mourn the dead. Because we only recently got that luxury and sometimes not even then. We need the chance to live our own lives and to not forget the people that never got that chance. Do better than the people that were supposed to have.

The largest mass shooting in American history was a hate crime against gay people. Don’t ever forget that.

[lazysoulwriter]

three in this bed - pedro pascal ── .✦

content: fluff, softness, established relationship, reader has a stuffed animal from childhood, and Pedro is absolutely smitten about it.

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You didn’t mean for him to see it.

It was supposed to stay tucked under the pillow, safely hidden from the eyes of the world—especially his. But after your weekend trip, you were exhausted and distracted, pulling off your sweater and tossing yourself into bed with an ungraceful thud, forgetting entirely about your tiny, timeworn secret.

Pedro walked in just a minute later. You didn't even notice, too busy mumbling about your sore back and the shitty car ride and how next time he was driving. He chuckled softly, then went quiet.

"Baby," he said, and you froze. You knew that tone. That gently surprised, amused one.

You turned your head slowly.

He was holding it. The stuffed animal. Your oldest friend. A floppy, beige bunny with one ear permanently bent and a pink bow you sewed on when you were eight. Worn down to near transparency in some places, eyes a little lopsided.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Pedro looked down at it with something like wonder. Like he just found the last piece of a puzzle he didn’t know he was missing.

"You've had this since you were little?"

You sat up, groaning internally. "Okay, yes, but—don’t tease me."

He didn’t. He walked over slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed, still holding the bunny carefully, like it was made of glass.

“What’s her name?” he asked, totally serious.

“…Bun,” you muttered, hiding your face in your hands.

“Bun?” he repeated, smiling now, clearly trying not to laugh. “Bun. That’s adorable.”

“She’s been through a lot,” you mumbled. “I’ve had her since I was, like, four. She helped me sleep. I still—sometimes—sleep better when she’s around.”

Pedro didn’t say anything right away. When you peeked at him through your fingers, he was looking at you like you just told him you still believed in magic. He reached over, gently moving your hands away from your face.

“Mi amor, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, voice low, filled with warmth. “Are you kidding me? You think I’m gonna tease you for this?”

You didn’t answer, still too flustered.

He leaned in, nuzzled your cheek with his scruffy jaw. “I love that you kept her. I love that she’s been with you through everything. And now she sleeps next to me too, huh?”

You let out a weak laugh, melting. “Shut up.”

“Never.” He kissed your temple. “Can we make it official? She gets a spot between us now?”

“Pedro—”

He was already climbing into bed, placing Bun on your pillow with exaggerated care. Then he pulled you into his arms, sighing as if everything had just clicked into place.

“That’s better,” he whispered. “Me, you, and Bun. The dream team.”

You giggled into his chest. And that night, like so many nights before, you slept soundly with your stuffed animal in your arms—but this time, with Pedro wrapped around you too.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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[maskedbyghost]

where you left me (part 2)

part 1

You don’t sleep that night.

The bed feels wrong as you lie flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, while his voice keeps echoing in your head.

Being with you was a mistake.

You know he’s lying. You know it. You saw the way he froze when you said his name. Still, it doesn’t stop the hurt. You can’t shake the hollow ache in your chest.

By morning, you don’t bother pretending to sleep anymore. You get up early, earlier than you need to, and go through the motions. Shower. Uniform. Boots laced tight. No one says anything when you sit quietly in the mess with untouched food. Soap gives you a nod but doesn’t push. Gaz tries to get you to take his coffee again, like clockwork. This time, you hold it in both hands and keep it close to your chest even though you still don’t drink it.

You keep busy with training, cleaning, or running laps. You volunteer for everything, take the worst shifts, anything that keeps you moving. Anything that keeps you from thinking.

But no matter what you do, he’s still everywhere.

You catch him in the reflection of a window once, his mask back on, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. It’s cruel how easily your body still reacts to him. Like it doesn’t care what your mind knows. Like it’s still waiting for him.

The first few days, you waited. You told yourself he just needed space. That he’d come back when he’d thought things through. You even left your phone on loud, in case he texted or called in the middle of the night. He never did.

After a week, you stopped checking your phone as much. After two, you started leaving it in another room so you wouldn’t obsess every time a notification popped up. After a month, you stopped bringing him up in conversations. Not because you were over it, but because it hurt too much to explain something you didn’t even understand.

You tried to move on. You really did. You started sleeping on both sides of the bed. Started deleting pictures slowly, one by one, until your phone felt less like a trap and more like yours again. You even stopped wearing his hoodie when you were alone.

And then, on a completely normal Tuesday, someone asked you out.

He wasn’t special. Just some guy you knew from a mutual friend. He was decent looking, funny enough. And when he asked if you wanted to grab a drink sometime, you didn’t hesitate. You said yes. It felt easy. Light. Like maybe you really could move on.

Until Simon fucking Riley somehow overheard.

You didn’t even know he was there. But a few hours later, your phone buzzed, and you saw his name pop up for the first time in weeks.

Simon: If you go out with him I’ll kill him.

You stared at the message. Read it twice, three times, because there was no way he just said that.

You: Fuck you, Simon. We broke up, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Simon: Come tonight. Need to talk. Somewhere private.

You didn’t answer right away. You stared at the screen for a long time, your stomach twisting. You told yourself you should ignore it. That if he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it a long time ago. But you knew you were going.

Even as you typed out “ok” and threw your phone on the bed with a groan, you were already halfway through planning what you were going to say. What you were going to scream, really. You were going to punch his stupid, beautiful face the second you saw him.

You met him at his place. You hadn’t been there since the breakup, but everything was still the same. Same lights. Same scent. Same fucking shoes by the door that made your chest hurt.

He opened the door before you even knocked, like a dog waiting at the window. If you weren’t so mad, you’d laugh, but instead, you stared him down.

"You look pissed," he said.

"I'm not here to fucking smile at you," you shot back, walking past him.

"Fair enough."

You turned to face him, arms crossed. "Well? You dragged me here to say something, so say it."

He looked at you for a long second. Then, "I don’t want you dating other people."

You blinked, then laughed. "Wow. That’s rich. You broke up with me, and now you get jealous the second someone else looks at me? That’s really fucking mature, Simon."

He didn’t say anything.

"What the fuck do you even want from me?" you snapped. "You didn’t want to be with me, but I can’t be with anyone else either? What is that?"

He muttered something under his breath.

"What?"

He glanced away, jaw tight. "I said, preferably, I want to keep you in a fucking glass cage."

There was a beat of silence. Long enough for you to blink, tilt your head, and reconsider every life choice that had brought you to this exact moment. Because he hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.

You narrowed your eyes. "Hello, Joe from You? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Simon sighed. "I'm not joking. I can't fucking bear to lose you again."

You scoffed, stepping back. "Right. That’s why you broke up with me. Because it was too good, huh?"

"I was scared. It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault."

"No, it wasn’t. But you made it mine anyway. You made me think I fucked something up. You made me sit with that for months."

He took a step closer. "I could’ve done more. I should’ve done more. I didn’t know how to handle what I felt for you, and I’m sorry."

"You should be," you said, voice quieter now, angrier in a different way. "Because I was all in. And you walked away."

Simon nodded slowly. "I know. And it kills me. You think I didn’t want to call you? You think I didn’t stare at my phone every night thinking about it? I didn’t think I deserved you. But now… I don’t care. I’ll be selfish. I want you back. I want you with me. Not him. Not anyone else. Me."

You stared at him for a moment. Everything about him made your chest ache. Your fists clenched. "You don’t get to do this unless you mean it."

"I mean it. All of it. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll do it. Just… don’t shut the door on me. Not yet."

Your voice was shaking now, but you didn’t look away. "I want to hit you."

"Go ahead."

"I want to scream at you for making me feel disposable."

"You weren’t. You aren’t. You never will be."

You paused, eyes burning. "You better fucking grovel. I'm not making this easy."

"Wouldn’t expect anything less."

You finally let out a shaky breath. Your shoulders dropped just a little, and your voice was low when you said, "I’m not dating him."

"Good. Because I was serious. I would’ve killed him."

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot. If you'll have me."

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him, still trying to decide if you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Maybe both.

Simon stepped closer, his eyes softening a little. Without a word, he reached up and gently brushed a stray hair behind your ear. Then, before you could react, his lips touched yours, and you didn’t pull away. Instead, you let yourself lean in, closing the space between you.

When you finally broke apart, he smiled, a little shy now. “Still want to punch me?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile creeping up. “Maybe just a little.”

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[vampiresbloodx]

Taste of you (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

synopsis; Youre Tony Stark's assistant, and Natasha loves wanting things she cant have.

words; 1.1k

warnings; sexual tension, bathroom sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (r! receiving), top!natasha x bottom!reader, CEO!natasha, teasing

a/n; I miss my girl

Tonight the room was packed full of party guests that were invited by the host, Mr Stark himself.

You didn’t like going to these types of parties at all, too many people, faces you don’t know and those you’re supposed to know and be friendly with, since you’re a part of the team, you kind of have to go, to show that you’ve come.

You wondered how Tony even knows so many people, then you sometimes forget how famous his family name really is, same with names like Romanoff, Rogers, Carter, all the higher up and the wealthy. 

Speaking of Romanoff, you have yet to see Natasha tonight, you haven’t spotted her amongst the crowd, she was a business associate of Stark industries, though it almost seemed like the two of them were close. Like they were friends. 

Natasha was the CEO of her own company that she took over not that long ago, it seems everything has been going better since the last guy that tried to overthrow her. 

“You seem spaced out” a voice startles you out of your head as you turn and see Natasha herself standing before you, she looked gorgeous, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander over her body. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I guess so” you say, you were never unsure of what to say to her, “You look nice tonight, Miss romanoff.” 

“Please, call me Natasha, we’ve known each other for quite some time now, haven’t we?” there's a glint in her eye the way she speaks, you wonder what she’s thinking about. 

“Yes, Natasha.” 

She nodded, pleased. 

“It looks like Tony is off drunk, again” she mutters, shaking her head as she takes a sip of her wine, you can’t help but stare and watch the way her lips wrap around the edge of the glass, her lipstick not leaving one stain. 

“Work isn’t finished for me, though” you sigh, a guy carrying a tray of champagne comes up to you both, you take one. 

Her gaze on you the entire time, your heart beating so loud you were afraid she could hear it with how close she was standing. You’re trying to not sneak glances so much, you can’t help it, you’ve always found her beautiful, effortlessly stunning in every way, she always has you captivated whenever she walks into the room, she has your full attention, she can make you do whatever she wants you to do. 

You thought it was all in your head, that she’d never find you attractive or want you the same way you wanted her, turns out, you were wrong. 

She was full of surprises. 

Natasha would often come to stark industries to visit and have simple conversation with Mr. Stark, you’d find yourself trying to listen in on whatever they were talking about but you could never get anywhere, she was good at that, no matter how hard you tried to spy on her, she was always one step closer. 

She’d come to see you, alone, when everyone had gone home for the day, you felt like you were being tested, with how she’s leaning against your desk, sometimes even sitting on it, so casually, as she made small talk, it made you go insane knowing she always had the upper hand.

You excuse yourself when another man had come up to talk with her, you weren’t even sure if they had noticed you left anyways, escaping from the party to go to the bathroom. 

You splashed some water on your face, everything felt hot, too hot. You wanted to take off your clothes but you still had a party to attend even with Tony gone wherever he went. 

You were leaning over the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you didn’t even hear the door opening. 

In the mirror you saw Natasha’s eyes meet yours, you gasp as you turn around, walking backwards, your back hitting the walls as she steps closer to you, purposely trapping you. 

She leaned in, you held your breath, feeling hers on your neck as she was that close, you could almost kiss her. 

“I wish I had gotten to you before Stark did” she chuckles, a shiver going down your spine as your hands try to get a hold of whatever you can around you to steady yourself. “I swear he just got you to shove it in my face, I want you all to myself” she whispers, your body was still, you didn’t want to move not one bit, afraid she’d leave you. 

She caresses your face with her hand, god they're soft, softer than you imagined, you wanted them so badly around your throat, even more. 

“How would stark feel if I kidnap his cute little assistant for one night? Hm? You think he’d mind?” she says, tilting her head to the side as you stare into her eyes. 

“No.” 

“No?” she laughed, “oh so you want me to take you away? How adorable” she pouts, gripping at your chin, she grins, leaning in more as you feel her lips on your neck, you whine, wanting to touch her, but she wouldn’t let you just yet. She teased you, sucking on your neck, as she kissed down your chest. 

She grabs you by the legs and lifts you up, as you wrap yourself around her, she pushes you against the sink, kissing harder, her hands roaming your body, like you were hers, her property, you were hers, more than anything. 

Natasha forces your legs apart, pushing your dress up and taking your underwear off, your chest heaving as you watch her, wondering if this was all a dream, you couldn’t believe what was happening. 

She placed her hand on your thigh, you gasped, feeling her mouth on you, her tongue licking up your cunt as you moaned, you tried to move and she wouldn’t let you, keeping a tight grip on you, she wrapped her lips around your clit, you bit down, trying to keep quiet but it was hard with her touching you like this, it made you dizzy. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else. 

You weren’t sure, you didn’t want her to stop. 

“Please” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she murmurs, her gaze locking onto yours, she liked the sight of you, your head thrown back, moaning like a mess for her as you desperately tried to keep yourself together, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment. 

She didn’t care. 

“Please let me come” you whined, biting down on your lip as she places her thumb on your clit, rubbing it in circles, fast, you tried grinding down on her hand and that caused her to stop. 

“No, please”  you begged, “touch me.” 

Her mouth returns to your dripping cunt, she pushes a finger inside you, fucking you hard and rough as you gaped, gripping the edge of the counters, she could feel you tightening around her.

“Come for me, my pet.”

she sent you over the edge, your body shaking as you came, your sweet juices melting down from her mouth, you were lost in a daze.

and she held you captive. 

[rubyvhs]

HOLDING IT IN — multi

the jjk men hurt you and you don’t let out how much it really affects you. | 1.3k

includes: g.satoru & g.suguru & t.fushiguro & m.fushiguro. fem!reader, established relationship (dating/married), some hurt/no use comfort, kissing, lots of angst, use of pretty girl, and, baby, requests are open <3.

gojo satoru

you’re cooking with some music going in the background, smiling to yourself as you sing along lowly, you’re stirring the hot soup before strange hands touch your waist and you scream. oh fuck— you’re home alone—

“oh my god, baby,” satoru laughs, pulling you in closer and it takes you a minute before you even try to calm down. “hey, you here? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you—”

“are you crazy?” you shout the second you’re thinking clearly again, moving away from his hold. “you leave for a week and all of a sudden your hands are on my waist, are you crazy? and i was cooking and— oh my god, our baby—” you think of your son upstairs, eyes widening. what would you have done had someone actually broken in? you could never get to him in time, he’s sleeping in today too.

“you’re overreacting, c’mon…” you let out a deep breath, glaring at him again except this time you see his hands turned outwards, like he’s expecting you to hug him and god, you want nothing more. he’s been gone for a week and it’s been hell for you and your four year old because it happens every two week. sometimes he doesn’t even get to spend three days at home before he’s gone again.

so you let go of the petty argument, though you don’t forget it, and jump into his arms. gojo laughs, the beautiful laugh you fell in love with, the one that you said yes to marry and when he asked for kids, the one you miss at night more often than not.

“god, i missed you,” he says into your hair before he lets you down, but he doesn’t move back. you pull back just enough to kiss him and he melts into it. just a few seconds after that you hear your little toddler coming down, yelling ‘daddy’s home, daddy’s home’ and both of you laugh before he reaches gojo and jumps into his arms. 

geto suguru

“you’re always home late.” suguru sighs before he even hears the rest of the sentence. “suguru, you can’t keep brushing me off just because you don’t like what i have to say.” but he does, not turning off the tv or pausing the film, just staring directly at it. you hate it. you hate this. you don’t like being ignored or disrespected and definitely not by someone who’s supposed to love you. 

you don’t add anything when you see that he doesn’t move, just walk away with a sigh, already feeling tears brim at your eyes. he fucking sucks sometimes. just as you reach the stairs, you hear suguru’s call of your name. when you face him, he’s already off the couch and walking over to you. “i didn’t mean to ignore you, pretty girl, i’m sorry.” you shrug, crossing your hands.

he’s close enough to reach out for you but he doesn’t. “i know i’m always home late, i’ll try to come earlier, can’t we just leave it at that?” 

“is that a promise or just you shutting me up?” he doesn’t respond, just tsks once and leans in to hug you. you lean your head against his chest, both hands limply on your sides. he’s trying his best, you know that. you don’t exactly support what he does but you love him no matter what happens, you don’t wanna hold it against him. you don’t wanna leave him and the girls, you can’t. 

and you don’t want to. suguru loves you in all the right ways, he’s always here for you, he’s the best husband you could ever dream of, but the way he treats you sometimes because of the jujutsu world is something you have to swallow. 

fushiguro toji

“you asshole!” you shout at him, throwing the vase  in your hand against the wall so hard it shatters right back into your own arm, but you don’t move. toji glances down for just a second to see your arm bleed before his eyes soften. you don’t usually let things get this far, actually, you never have. whenever toji would push you’d just calm the situation down, deescalate, but this time he’s not backing down.

you tried to calm him down but he’s being mean and he just doesn’t wanna listen to you. you’re apparently stupid and thoughtless, he’s insulting you instead of your ideas and it’s exhausting. 

“i am so fucking done with your words, toji, i’m done with you. if i’m so fucking stupid why don’t you find someone else to date then.” you can physically see your words getting through to him, him absorbing it, but it’s nowhere near as terrified as he should be. it’s something, though.

“i didn’t mean it like that.” but it’s not an i’m sorry. and you’ll have to live with it, apparently, because he makes you feel like he’s actually trying. god, this is confusing. you want time, you want space but toji just walks closer, takes your hand in his. “you’re bleeding. and you broke a vase.”

“well, only one of these things should matter.” 

“it does. you do. you matter so much to me, baby, you have to know that.” he reaches for the tissues behind you, pulling the small piece of glass out as you hiss in pain. he puts some pressure on it with the tissues and feels you relax underneath him. just having him close to you means everything. even if it doesn’t fix it.

fushiguro megumi

you don’t mind how unaffectionate megs is, you learned to get used to it your entire relationship, but it’s getting worse, not better. he promised he would work on it and try to at least not make it seem like you’re two friends; except tonight while you’re hosting all your friends in his apartment, where you’ve been staying every night for a month, you hold his hand mid-dinner just for him to drop it.

you know he isn’t being mean, you understand that he just feels better not having other people in his business, he hadn’t even told people he was dating you until you met them where he introduced you as his girlfriend. the point is, he keeps to himself and for good cause, you just hate not being close to him and how unaffected he seems to be by it. 

“megs,” you sigh a couple of minutes into putting the dishes into the sink. he’s kind of just there for the company, you don’t need help, “you, uh, you kind of did something during dinner and i just wanted to bring your attention to it, i guess. i know you didn’t mean anything by it—”

“i’m sorry,” he says, walking closer to you as you wash your hands, pulling your bottom teeth between your lips. he’s always sorry about it and he never changes, “i know, i know i’m supposed to be better at this.”

“it’s fine, i just— we need to find middle ground, otherwise it’s just draining and i want to be next to you, it helps calm me down and yet being next to me is something you don’t want.” it feels horrible to know your boyfriend doesn’t want to hold you every chance he gets and doesn’t want to show you off. it’s unlike what you’ve wished for in the love of your life and yet you can’t imagine your life with anyone but megumi.  

he moves close enough that he pushes your head up to face him. “i love you.” he doesn’t say it often so the smile on your face is involuntary and genuine. “so much.” he kisses you and you hope letting this go doesn’t mean it’ll be happening again, even if you don’t see it happening any other way. 

[blasphemyandbackshots]

I think we all need something for THE Number 1 much of MHA Kirishima 🙂‍↕️

ღ eijiro kirishima x you —break me; hold me

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. When you started dating Kirishima it was like a dream come true. He was perfect. A gentleman in his purest form. So manly. So supportive and full of life and love.

It was beautiful to watch him, to see him thrive and became everything he ever dreamed of. And you had been on his side the whole time. You dated quietly, without much social media presence, even when the love felt sometimes too much and you wanted to scream it out to the world.

A relationship so perfect that it almost scared you. He was all warmth, protective instincts and rock-solid devotion. The kind of man who always called you ‘babe’ with that crooked grin. Who wrapped you up in his big arms, after a long day on patrol, like he was shielding you from the world.

But this kind of love couldn’t stay undiscovered for long. You’re both pro heroes after all and it was only a matter of time.

First, it was just a few comments on social media how Red Riot kept hiding you and if he did it on purpose. Not out of concern for you, and if he could cheat, but them calling you not ‘flashy’ enough. Not ‘manly’ enough for the sheer force that Eijiro Kirishima was.

It turned into whole tabloid drama and always the question why you didn’t date and love in the broad daylight. Why why why. And slowly, those questions, those doubts, crept into your mind too. Of course it had been a mutual decision back then, but now it tugged on your heartstrings. Especially since Kirishima ignored the whole drama and didn’t mention it once to you.

It happened on a Saturday then. Kirishima had been buzzing with excitement, because you had two whole days off, until he saw the expression on your face.

“I need space.” You whispered. “Maybe—I mean—you deserve someone like you. Someone strong. Maybe this—us—is a mistake.”

To say he was crushed would’ve been an understatement. He was wounded beyond words, because his whole life he’d work to be someone people can lean on. And the person he wanted to carry slipped through his fingers like sand.

He gave you exactly fourty-eight hours before he knocked on your door. You hadn’t expected him to come. Not like this. Not straight from patrol. He was still in his cracked armor with knuckles stained red from someone else’s blood. He looked like he’d fought through hell and barely made it out. Maybe that was exactly what this was.

“Why did you say that?” Kirishima asked the second you opened the door.

You couldn’t answer. Your throat was tight and all the things you wanted to say had curled up in shame these past two days.

He stepped inside before you could stop him, slamming the door shut behind him. “You think you’re not good enough for me?”

“I never said that—”

“You didn’t have to.” His voice cracked.

You turned your back. Your arms folded so tightly that nails bit in your skin. “I’m not flashy. I’m not strong like you,” you said quietly. “You’re Red Riot. Everyone loves you. And I—I’m just someone people forget about until they need help. I can’t keep up with you, Eiji. I never could.”

Silence. And then the sound of heavy boots, closing the space between you. He was behind you in an instant, broad chest radiating heat against your back.

“Don’t say that shit.” His voice was hoarse. “Don’t you ever say that again.”

You turned, ready to argue. But the way he looked at you, red eyes glossy and desperate, made your voice catch in your throat.

“I don’t want someone like me,” he said. “I want you. I love the way you think. I love the way you fight, even when no one’s watching. I love how you patch people up and never ask for anything back. You think I don’t see that? You think I don’t see you?”

Your lip trembled. “You don’t get it—people are saying things. That I’m just dragging you down. That I’m—”

“I don’t care what they say.” He grabbed your wrists in a firm but gentle hold, like he was grounding you. “Let them talk. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I—”

“If you’re not strong enough,” he whispered, forehead pressing to yours, “then let me be strong enough for both of us.”

That shattered something in you. You took his perfect face in your hand and kissed him desperately. Your hands fisted in the front of his cracked armor, pulling him closer and closer. Kirishima kissed like he needed it, like every second without you had been agony. He kicked his boots off, hands sliding under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around him on instinct.

He carried you to the couch and sat with you straddling him, mouth dragging along your jaw, murmuring, “I got you. I always got you.”

Your shirt came off first, tossed aside in a haze of gasping breaths. Kirishima’s calloused hands mapped every inch of your skin like he was relearning it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Every inch. Every piece. Mine.”

You shivered when he said that—mine—like it meant more than just body and heat. Like it meant your heart and soul. A silent forever.

His kisses grew slower. He kissed your chest, your shoulders, your stomach, worshipping you like a prayer. His fingers teased between your thighs, warm and steady and patient. You rocked against him, hips grinding down in quiet need. He was already thick and hot under you, pressing up against your middle, but he didn’t rush. Not tonight. Not when you were still trembling under his touch.

“You can cry if you want to,” he whispered against your neck. “You don’t have to be strong with me.”

And you did. You let yourself cry. Small, broken sobs that spilled as he slid inside you slow and deep. He stretched you so perfectly your whole body arched into him. He held you through every trembling breath, every wave of release. He moved in steady thrusts, strong arms locked around your waist, forehead resting against yours.

“You’re everything,” he whispered with every roll of his hips. “Everything I want. Everything I need.”

Your moans came softer, choked by emotion. You came with your face buried in his neck, gasping his name like it was the only word you remembered. He followed soon after, groaning deep in his chest, holding you tight like he could fuse your bodies together.

You stayed there, wrapped in him, hearts pounding in sync. His fingers traced soft shapes along your back.

“You’re not dragging me down,” he whispered. “You lift me up every day just by being here. You keep me grounded. You make me better.”

You didn’t answer at first. You just curled tighter into him, cheek resting over his chest. “I don’t want space anymore.”

His chest rumbled with a laugh. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t giving you any.”

[azriona]

Okay, I am late to the party; in my defense, first day of summer break has been unexpectedly busy and it's not even close to over yet.

I like that my blog is full of variety. I like that you'll scroll and see a jokey commentary on life, followed by a x Reader fic, followed by a Leverage gifset, followed by a goofy Spiders Georg reference, followed by a call-to-action for some real lift shit, followed by a hot take with a hot response and an even hotter call-back, followed by a gorgeous hand-bound fanfic, followed by some amazing bit of costume lore, followed by a Rickroll. I know this means I'll never be included on a "who to follow for this specific niche content"... but you know what? That's okay. You guys knew what you signed up for; you know whatever my current fascination, you'll still get something enjoyable eventually. Tomorrow's content is the surprise in the middle of the Kinderegg, who the heck knows what it'll be, but you'll probably enjoy some part of it.

I like that I like my kids (and that my kids also like me). I think they do, anyway. My teen regularly comes to seek me out just for a chat, even if sometimes it's just to play mindgames. Yesterday he insisted on me downloading a game on my phone so we could play together. 🥰🥰🥰

I like my hair. Even if it's weird and grey at the root but golden at the ends. It's still super thick and sometimes curly and I like putting it in a weird ponytail-bun-thing when it's hot outside.

I like my sense of humor. I don't think everyone gets it sometimes, but I make me laugh anyway.

I like that I will always give someone the benefit of doubt. I think people are, essentially, always trying to do the right thing. Maybe your definition of the right thing is different than mine, maybe you're unable to see a larger picture, maybe you're focused on something I don't know about. I don't think most people are actively out to hurt anyone... not really. But I do think that people can change their minds and their actions, if you give them the space and the information and the opportunity to do so. I think people can always do better, and deserve the chance to be forgiven past transgressions and mistakes and ignorant words/opinions, even if those things cannot (should not!) be forgotten. (And maybe this doesn't apply to all things; I'm sure at least one person reading this is going "but you cannot possibly mean in this circumstance", and you're probably right. There's nuance and there's limits to forgiveness and doubt and all the rest, and there's definitely people I wouldn't forgive and don't plan to forget. But I think redemption should always, always be an option, even if it's rejected on both sides.)

And a bonus: I like that I find ways to break the rules. In this case, I'm actually going to bend them a bit, and go back to the original of sending asks. But if you don't get one from me, and you want to play: feel free to tag yourself anyway. 🥰😉😘

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

Tysm!

Okay, this is gonna be difficult BUT

1) I like my hair

2) I like my eyes

3) I like my writing

4) I like my aesthetic

5) I like the fact I'm a bookworm

Instead of sending asks, I'll just tag my mooties/friends here!! ;

The sweet and coolbeanz you, @izumi-miffy

The one and only @3thereality

The awesomesauce @stareyeofficial @chuchucharlie @itzzkaylaaa @crazed-transbian-lunatic and @saturnidiot

My dear @finnosaurusladiesman217

And the love of my life, @h0neybun-xx

That makes 9 people but I don't have any more moots, so that'll suffice I think!

[synity]

Hy there! i saw your post open arms and you're safe in my arm's and i love it!!! Can i request jun x reader girlfriend being focus with her friend and completely forgotten her boyfriend till jun being cute lil possessive trying separate them? Thank you!

COME BACK TO ME

(Wen Junhui x FemReader)

*Fluff, light angst, slice of life*

It started with a weekend plan that didn’t involve him.

Jun hadn’t minded at first. He knew how much Y/N loved her friends especially her childhood bestie who had flown in for a short visit. He encouraged her to spend time with them, even dropped her off at the café with a warm kiss on her forehead and a playful, “Don’t forget me, okay?”

But now, three days later, Jun sat on the couch in their shared apartment, pouting.

She hadn’t forgotten him… had she?

It wasn’t that she hadn’t texted at all. She had. A few good morning messages, the occasional photo of her and her friend at a restaurant or at the park. But he’d noticed the shift. The replies were slower, the calls shorter. Every time he asked, “When are you coming home?” she’d say, “Soon!” but soon never came.

Jun wasn’t the jealous type.

Well. He wasn’t usually.

But the image of Y/N laughing beside someone else, while he sat at home, missing her more with every hour, started chipping away at his calm composure.

He didn’t want to pull her away. He didn’t want to guilt trip her.

But he missed her. A lot.

And Jun never was the best at hiding his feelings when it came to her.

It was the fourth day when she finally came home past 9 PM, eyes sparkling with joy as she threw off her jacket and flopped onto the couch beside him.

“Oh my god, today was amazing,” she said, unaware of the slight pout on his face. “We went to the arcade, and then this retro diner—Jun, you would’ve loved it. I took so many photos.”

“Did you?” he asked quietly.

She turned to him, beaming. “Yeah! Wanna see—”

“Maybe later.”

She blinked, surprised. “Are you okay?”

Jun turned to her, finally letting the pout drop fully into a frown. “You haven’t really been around.”

Y/N tilted her head. “I told you I’d be busy this week.”

“I know. I told you it was fine,” Jun replied. “But I didn’t think ‘busy’ meant forgetting your boyfriend exists.”

Her smile faltered.

Jun sighed and stood up. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I just...” He hesitated. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said gently, reaching for his hand. “But Jun, I was just spending time with my friend. It wasn’t intentional.”

“I know it wasn’t,” he said, voice softer now. “But I’ve been sitting here every night thinking about you. Meanwhile you’re out there laughing with someone else, and I… I guess I got a little jealous.”

She squeezed his hand, heart aching.

Jun sat back down beside her, curling slightly into her shoulder. “You were mine first, you know?”

Y/N stifled a laugh. “Are you… actually being possessive right now?”

Jun tilted his head, faux-offended. “Is that so hard to believe? I’m a boyfriend too, you know. I get clingy sometimes.”

“You’re cute when you’re clingy.”

“I’m always cute,” he muttered, and she giggled.

She cupped his face gently and turned him to look at her. “I’m sorry, Junnie. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want to make you feel guilty,” he mumbled. “You were happy, and I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined anything,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re allowed to want my attention too.”

Jun softened, eyes drooping as he leaned fully into her now. “Then give me some.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Like now?”

“Now. Tomorrow. Every hour. Forever, ideally.”

She chuckled and shifted to pull him into a proper hug, and he instantly melted in her arms like he’d been waiting for that moment all week.

“I’m all yours tonight,” she whispered.

He nuzzled into her neck. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go again.”

Y/N paused. “...Did you really think I’d forget you?”

Jun pulled back and looked into her eyes earnest, quiet, and just a little shy. “No. But sometimes I forget I’m allowed to ask for you.”

Her heart ached in the softest way.

She kissed his forehead and said, “You don’t even have to ask.”

[s0s1mple]

Hi! I can't get Jungwon make ver. concept photo out of my mind esp the one where he's holding chainsaw. So, can I request a Yandere psychopath Jungwon where he's a serial killer and Y/N saw him while he's killing someone. Turns out Y/N is mute, and Jungwon took a liking of her and become obsessed with her. Thank you! hehehe

Wait this is such a good idea! Thank you for asking!

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Curiosity Killed the Cat - Yang Jungwon

TW: general yandere behavior, somewhat graphic murder, mental instability

Masterlist

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Today was hardly your first time meeting. Jungwon had seen you around before in passing, just as you’d seen him.

You worked as a florist, in a store just off the side of the woods that encompassed the north side of the town the both of you resided in. You didn’t work the desk but instead acted as the manual labor of the operation. Due to the lack of space in the small store, you often ended up arranging your bouquets and planting new bushes along the backside of the building, in the small alleyway that bordered the forest. Jungwon too frequented this path, and as such the two of you had seen and politely nodded and smiled to each other on many occasions before promptly forgetting about the interaction entirely.

But not this afternoon’s interaction. No, no, no…

Jungwon had an itch, you see. A sort of crawling, borderline hysteric feeling that would sometimes rise up inside him. He didn't know where it came from, was never able to identify it since it rose up in mid-childhood, but no matter how hard he'd initially tried to fight it, something always broke. A violent glee, a demented sort of excitement, thrill at the sight of blood and gore. Intrigue at the sight of despair and the complex emotions on the faces of his victims before they died.

Jungwon eventually decided to stop fighting that feeling. Instead he embraced it, and Jungwon became a predator. Meek and polite and smiley during the day, savage and terrifying and just as smiley during the night.

And tonight, like many nights before, Jungwon had to soothe that itch. How else could he maintain his perfect innocent facade, after all? So he picked someone he didn't particularly care for- a runner who jogged just a tad too close to dusk for his own good- and took him off the path in a clean movement.

He struggled of course, tried to yell out before Jungwon shoved a rag in his mouth, but it was no use. Jungwon may have a soft face, cute dimples and eyes that made all the local grandmas coo at him, but he was strong. Way stronger than this wiry runner, at least. Into the bushes he dragged him, the male thrashing, eyes wide and pleading. Jungwon pulled him all the way over to a clearing deeper in the forest, about three hundred feet from the town, and shoved him into the dirt.

"Hi there. I'm Jungwon. I don't think we've met." He smiled down at the male, pinning him with a knee at the sternum as he reached over his shoulder. He slid his pack off his shoulder and unzipped it. "We should get to know each other. I'm pretty good at reading people... bet I can tell which of these you'll prefer." Jungwon reached in, pulling out a knife. He unsheathed the hunter's blade, the metal gleaming wickedly in the pale moonlight filtering through the trees.

The runner screamed through the gag, thrashing harder, and Jungwon hummed.

"You don't like this one? How about this one?" Out came a handsaw, a buzzsaw for small tree limbs that Jungwon had chosen upon learning how quiet it could be.

And how destructive.

The resulting tears on his victim's cheeks made Jungwon smile. "Oh, looks like we have a winner!"

And then it began. Soft whirring, grinding bone and shredding flesh, hoarse screams muffled by the rag shoved halfway down his prey's gullet. Jungwon giggled and prodded at him, showing him each piece removed, setting them off to the side in a neat pile to be disposed of later.

By the time he passed out- or maybe passed away- Jungwon's hands were slick with rapidly cooling blood and his shirt more than likely needed to be burned. He patted at the male's cheek, cooing for him to wake up, that playtime wasn't over, and-

A branch cracked behind him.

Jungwon's head whipped around to see you, startled and stumbling, as you whipped around to try and run for the help that was so close by. You tripped, though, slamming into the earth and giving him enough time to lunge to his feet and tackle you against the base of a tree.

He expected you to scream out, to wail as you hit the ground, to do anything, as he primed his hand and wrestled you to face him so he could silence you.

But you didn't. Jungwon's shoulders relaxed, tension and fear at being caught melting away, because you were staring at him with wide, teary eyes yet weren't making a single sound. It was... strange. Fascinating. Cute, almost, the way you heaved in breaths and your pulse rabbited against where his thumb pressed into your throat. He recognized you then, vaguely. "It's you." He mumbled.

Jungwon, as previous stated, hadn't paid you much attention. Had marked you down passively as being attractive, as being quiet and hardworking as you hoisted heavy bags of soil and potted plants whenever he saw you. But now was the first time he really saw you.

And you weren't saying a word.

Were you in shock? Jungwon held the base of your head firmly, legs boxing you in against the roots of the tree your fingers clutched at so desperately, and peered closely at you. "Were you working late? Did you hear something? Is that why you came to investigate? Maybe I'll have to move deeper into the forest next time then... What's that saying? Something about a cat?" He mused passively. His palm cupped along the side of your face, ready to cover your mouth at a moment's notice, but for some reason he wanted to see if you'd talk. If you'd scream. What would you sound like? Would your voice be just as pretty as the rest of you, so beautiful under the moon?

Again, you didn't respond. Your mouth moved, gaping and closing as you tried to fight your gasping, panicked breaths.

"Don't tell me I scared you silent. That'd be boring." He mumbled, tilting his head. His eyes slid to your hands then, still wrapped tight around the roots like you were trying to claw away from him. Your fingers were moving, trembling, not quite forming symbols but definitely twitching around oddly. Like there was some sort of habit there. A thought occurred to him. Had he every actually talked to you before? He was sure he'd said hello a couple of times.

But had you responded?

Jungwon pinched your arm harshly, expecting you to cry out in pain. Your mouth opened, a gust of wheezing breath escaped, but there was no noise at all. Were you...?

"Can you tell me your name?" He asked finally, tone shifting from something predatory and dangerous to something much more akin to his daylight persona. Something you were familiar with, like he was trying to coax you into letting your guard down. You swallowed thickly, tears gathering in your eyes, and he watched as after a few long seconds your hand raised slightly.

Clench, unclench, and a few more motions he wasn't familiar with. He smiled at you, eyes crinkling, and his palm relaxed against your jaw. Less cautious, more intrigued. "Sorry, I don't know sign language. But I'm sure we can get to know each other some other way." He said, peering into your watery gaze. If you could make noises properly, he was sure you'd be whimpering. But instead you just sniffled, nose twitching in a way that reminded him so much of a bunny-rabbit.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm Jungwon, you know. We should get to know each other, don't you think?" He echoed the words he'd spoken earlier that night with a smile so similar, yet just barely softer, more genuine at the edges. He picked up a nearby rock, and you trembled and thrashed. "We'll talk later. Or I'll talk, I guess. Sleep tight!"

Wham.

Not too hard, not too soft, you were out like a light. Interestingly, you let out small snores almost instantly. So silent when awake, but snoring and curling in on yourself instinctively when knocked out cold. Jungwon pet your hair, blood catching on the strands and dying it darker, and tilted his head at your form.

You were... interesting. And with his itch sated for the night, he hardly wanted to get rid of someone so intriguing. He stood up, eyeing the body to his left, and stretched his back.

Cleanup time, then the two of you could retreat to his home and get cleaned up yourselves. He'd have plenty of time to research sign language then, and even more time to learn about you. The idea of doing such a thing curled in his chest like a sated cat, purring and warming his insides, scratching an already sated itch.

He whistled to himself, happier than he'd been in a long, long time.

[forsaken-headcanons]

projecting on my favorite half-decomposed purple mass murderer because sharing is caring <3

Noli gets stomachaches often because he forgets to eat. a LOT. It's not even because of a diet or anything, it just slips out of his mind. All he ever eats are small snacks like crackers or candy.

His stomachaches hurt like HELL btw and they sometimes occur during rounds. Whenever it happens, he just kind of. pauses in his spot and curls up in himself and waits for it to go away. Nobody knows he gets these stomachaches and think he's just. taking a break or smth idk

anyway ANGST TIME !!!

Noli can't get over 007n7. Yes, we all know that, we all agree on that, but he seriously CAN'T get over him at ALL. He always feels a pang of something whenever he sees him walking around during rounds, and its gotten to the point where he's sometimes hesitant to walk up to him and kill him or whatever.

The problem is it that it bothers him a lot and it was his fault they had a fallout in the first place. He knows it was his choice to pick up the VoidStar and all, and it was part of the reason 007n7 avoided him. He feels guilty for killing 007n7 with the very same thing that ruined their relationship, and he feels guilty because 007n7 was his FIRST LOVE.

Sure, he's had a few dates and flings in college and all, but that's all they were. Casual, no strings attached kind of relationships. But 007n7... he was different. They understood eachother, they helped eachother, they caused wreckage together, they loved eachother. He knows he won't be able to feel the same way for anyone else, because he was already convinced back then that they'd be together till the end. That they'd drop out, rule the world, marry and have the world see them happily laughing while it burned into pieces.

But he just HAD to ruin EVERYTHING.

He can't interact with c00lkidd without hesitating at all, as if 007n7 would suddenly appear and pick him up, not wanting Noli anywhere near them. He gets quiet whenever he kills 007n7, only an apologetic look in his eyes. He always dreads being in rounds because that means he'll have to hurt 007n7 again.

All the love he held in his heart, the same love that kept him warm and motivated, now only serves to weigh him down and leave him awake at night, wondering if 007n7 was happier without him, if he'd move on, if that eye contact between him and that fucking pizza boy meant anything.

It hurts to know that just one impulsive action ruined everything for him. Ruined his first love, his life, and his face.

(mb for the last part, i cant get over my old wife, so he cant either 😹 also send my hellos to mod spleef !! :3)

-⛑️🍗 anon

On the first part - Projection real. I get those too hearts

The later part though 😨 Goodness. The angst /pos I hope you'll be doing better though ⛑️🍗 anon. hugs

[ask-inspector-adventure2]

Ghost Rider Inspector: we'll both think about it also I'm glad you both are very happy with the suits we're wearing I'm sure that Blitz Milly monks and Stolas are going to be very amazed but they may ask who we are because of our cowboy suits when we return to the imp building with bomb proof course I do not want to forget about getting the hell horse and Riley has a point sometimes it could be a little bit of hard choices so give us some time to think it over and will let you both know if about marrying you we don't want to rush things over okay my precious hellhound~

[Closed RP] Hazbin Hotel X Helluva Boss Alternative Love Life in “Double the Badass Double the Hellish Pleasure”

[Note: This RP is an Alternative Love Life which is a Crossover of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss which includes: Romance, Nsfw, Vulgar language, Gore, and Music! Only those who are 21 or Over can Read/View This RP!]

In The Darkest Pits, The Bloody Walls, Tormenting Fires, and the Tortured …The Sinned…And The Damned souls surrounded all Called Hell and there was the biggest City of all Hell called ZiroCity and that city is as big and long as Hell itself and its inhabitants were Demons, Mutated Creatures, and even Feral Beasts and Even Demonic Kings that rule ZiroCity

There were Two Female demon Adults Who were just strolling down the streets of ZiroCity they both saw the Hazbin Hotel where demons can have the opportunity to Rehabilitate and be sent to heaven and then they saw the I.M.P Headquarters and then there’s the biggest Hellish Beach all around the City !

Those Female adult demons were Loona who is a Hellhound and who is [45] years old and Sylvia who is a Hellhound and Wolf Hybrid which was also [45] years old and as they were talking about their Day in work and how they want to go somewhere more different for the Summer season…

Loona who is wearing a Black Leather Jacket with a Hellhound Skull symbol on the back and Black Pants as for Sylvia who was wearing a White leather Jacket with a Black Hellhound/Wolf Skull symbol on the back and Black pants with a chain link the two adult demons were at the same height and same age but very unique personalities…

As the two continue to walk Loona noticed that the two should do something newer together on the surface And that doesn’t care what Blitz has to say about going to the surface to do something different as her Best Friend which was Sylvia nodded in agreement and then…

The next Day Loona “Burrowed” the Grimoire a Book owned by Stolas Goetia to Open up a portal to the human world as Sylvia asked her on how She got the book from stolas as Loona replied that she borrowed it when she and Blitz went to Visit Stolas about an Opportunity and also Stella and Octavia was there in the living room

As Blitz was having a conversation with Stolas as Loona secretly asked Octavia for a favor to burrow the Grimoire Book for a little Trip to the human world with a Close Friend as Octavia gave the book to her secretly with no hesitation as stolas was very busy taking care of his Plant while talking with Blitz about the Huge opportunity as Stella was Drinking her Usual Tea Listening but also was starting to have some suspicions about Loona and Octavia The way they spoke so Softly and Quietly as she walked towards the two and asked them on what they’re doing as Loona was Ignoring her because she was busy on her phone as Octavia said to her mother that she was just talking with Loona about that last job that she participated with Blitz as Stella kept an very close and secretive eye on them both as Loona Explained to Sylvia but Loona didn’t really give a shit and Summoned the Portal…

As the two entered through the portal to a random location which the location that they were in is City of Chicago it was Night and it was the start of summer which means it’s June…

But they didn’t realize where they were going and then Sylvia asked about using their human forms in the Hunan World as Loona Replied to her that she doesn’t really give a fuck and that they can do whatever the fuck they want as Sylvia smiled and giggled as she followed Loona in search of a nearby Bar where they can get drinks and do something newly out of this world or some chaotic situations until they encountered two Adult Men That caught their hellhound eyes…

One of the men’s Name was Riley who has a Messy Black two block hairstyle, Emerald Green Eye color, a 10 pack and is Tall [9”9 ft] and who is wearing casual clothes as he was speaking with his Long time Best Friend about the Adventurous world Exploration that the two have been doing together but was asking a question about if they will ever meet someone that catches their eyes…Until the two men then encountered the two same female anthropomorphic Hellhounds that caught their eyes too…

As Riley was surprised by the fact that he sees Two anthropomorphic Hellhounds and was utterly speechless at their Appearance of which their bodies were strong and also some parts were Magnificently substantial as the second Friend spoke first and said…

[honeygrahambitch]

"Okay," Will said as he let out a deep sigh, his shoulders visibly relaxing, "Let's talk. This is not going to work if we are at each other's throats, Hannibal."

Hannibal didn't move but curiously waited for Will's next action.

"Drop the knife."

"After you," Hannibal challenged him dryly.

Will's knife hit the floor with a loud metallic thud, shortly followed by Hannibal's.

"What now?" Hannibal asked, not sure what to do about his still existing anger. Letting go of the knife had felt counterintuitive, unnatural, uncomfortable.

"This is the part where we communicate. The alternative is that we kill each other. And then there's the other alternative, which in my opinion is worse. We go separate ways and the FBI finds us."

The anger in Hannibal's chest was suddenly replaced by dread. The thought of losing Will again was something that often troubled his nights.

"Talk, then."

"Have you ever considered that there should be a part in my becoming that is not reserved for violence?"

"I thought three dull years of marriage would make you long for some violence."

"Is that what you thought?" Will asked, "I haven't left my life behind only because I was tired of hiding from myself. I left it to be with you. Violence is not the only thing that I am craving."

"What else are you craving, Will?" Hannibal asked as he walked towards him. Will didn't take any step back although the voices in his head were encouraging him to do so.

Will couldn't voice the answer and instead followed Hannibal with his gaze.

"I am sorry about your nose," Hannibal said as he wiped away the blood that was slowly travelling towards Will's upper lip.

"I don't care about that," Will said, not even flinching at the touch, "I almost strangled you in your sleep. I don't know how else you could have responded to that."

"I feel like that is a good place to start," Hannibal replied softly, turning Will's face on both sides to check if he had damaged more his already bruised face. "I don't believe you wanted to kill me."

"No but then things escalated. And I really wanted to yell at you about how I feel about everything," Will admitted, "Christ, I haven't seen you in three years, I have no idea where to even start."

"I fathom you believe I have the answers to that myself. I don't."

Hannibal paused.

"Will, we have time. We do have all the time in the world. Sometimes I wish I could tell you how much I resented you while sometimes I want to tell you that I kept drawing your face every day so I wouldn't forget it."

Will arched an eyebrow to that.

"If you think that's bad then you should know that I once had to literally cuff myself to the bed and throw the keys to the other side of the room in order to stop myself from paying you a visit."

"That's embarrassing indeed."

"Shut up, no wonder Alana confiscated your drawings, she was probably sick of seeing my face."

"Then tell me did the wife think of you cuffing yourself to the bed?"

"I need to be drunk to talk about that."

"Wine usually solves that issue," Hannibal said, "And, Will, I do agree there is enough room for something else other than violence."

[appleblueberry-pie]

To You, My Love.

In which the reader is a powerful sorcerer with yandere! geto having her as his muse. But there's a twist to this story....how would he feel if his girl had mutual feelings for him?

Geto had many pent up emotions at the moment. Fear, nervousness, excitement and joy. He finally found you. After so many years of following your cursed energy remnants around, finding random artifacts that you accidentally left behind, he finally found you. You lived a few towns away from the Jujutsu Technical High School. Far enough for no questioning as to where you work and to simply be off-grid in some way.

But after so long, some part of him just didn't want to deal with the semantics and would just kidnap you to be with him for the rest of your lives. But another part of him wanted a moment to actually speak with you. Hear you, see you, possibly get closer to you before anything crazy happens. He wants peace and small improvements, no big jumps. He wants to take his time with you. Which is exactly why he decided to visit you alone. Dressed regularly, yet appropriate for the moment, he scanned the area with his curses before deciding the best way to break into your house. He already knows your schedule.

You came home a couple of hours ago and you just finished dinner around this time. Even if you gotten take out, you would've also finished that dinner around this time and is possibly getting ready for bed. When he snuck in, the first place he realized he was in, is in your kitchen. It was a nice little area, definitely enough for you, but wanted to find your bedroom. Silent movements were made and no sounds came from inside the house. He would've almost questioned if you we're even here if he didn't know for sure.

Your bathroom had two doors. He went in through the first door and stopped there when he saw that the second door connected to your bedroom. The second bathroom door wasn't opened fully, but the second reason he stopped was because you were...right there. Kneeling. To a shrine.

A shrine made for him.

"........and sometimes, I think about when we used to be around each other more often," you started. You stared with intense emotion in your eyes. "I just...I missed when we had less responsibilities and had more time to focus on each other. I miss passing you, saying hi, and then getting the lingering smell of your cologne. I still remember those moments." You fiddled with the white lily in your hand.

"I miss....I just- I miss you. I don't know." You tried to contain yourself, but couldn't help the few tears that did eventually escape your eyes. Your heart ached remembering those memories of hanging out with your classmate, friend, lover and soulmate. Suguru Geto. The love of your life that was torn from your hands when the system failed him as they continued to fail your students. The last thing you would do is follow in his footsteps even if you wanted to. You couldn't do that to your team, your friends and family that was left here. Someone had to keep things in check, and sometimes it couldn't just be Satoru. You were strong enough to hold your own and to uphold others as well, so you stayed to do just that.

But for some reason, your heart continued to yearn so strongly for the man that left you behind. You wanted to be selfish and find him just to tear him down the way he did to you. But, realistically, he was doing what he felt would be right. Everyone else seemed so onboard with forgetting him. It wasn't so easy to do just that. Every night. For about a month. You had reoccurring nightmares of him. And the only thing that made seeing his face a nightmare was the fact that you had to wake up from such a beautiful dream. Torn from him again and again repeatedly in your mind even though he would always be gone in reality. What more could you give if not your mind and soul? You couldn't lie to yourself and bottle it all in.

Fuck the system and fuck your friends. If you were the only one who would be like this, then this would be the thing you could be selfish with. You only took the investigation missions on "finding and killing" Suguru Geto because you'd take the evidence pieces back to your shrine. Any clothing. Hair. His dorm items were withheld somewhere confidential when they decided to have him found and murdered, but you found out where just to steal photos of him and whatever else you could find. It felt so selfish placing his best photo in the middle of the shrine with other photos surrounding it. It felt disgusting and selfish when you found items he had used and placed those around the shrine as well. And you felt so ashamed when you finally lit the candles and incense. But after a while, you were looking forward to revisiting this beautiful monument every night.

You sighed, placing the lily with the other flowers you found worthy to be next to him. You finally closed your eyes and just wished that one day, you'd find and see him again.

Does he leave? Does he enter? Does he wait for you to continue or should he jump in? Questions flooded Suguru's mind at this. Out of all possible scenarios he could've came across today, this one surprised him the most. A wolfish smile crossed his face as he realized he wasn't alone. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. That nasty, selfish love that only someone like you and him could understand. As much as he wants to jump in, he understands if this is more of a personal thing that you wouldn't want interrupted.

He turned to leave and figure out how to tackle this. But then he froze in his steps. A heavy weight hung onto his chest. It began to hurt and surround him. He got so cold all of a sudden, his muscles tensing and his sight almost beginning to blur. He felt...panicked. He couldn't move and for some reason couldn't feel like he could summon any curses. What was this?

Hot hands started on his lower back before traveling to his front and up to his chest. Your front pressed onto his back, allowing him to relax, but not fully. "You're back."

A/N: Ok this was kinda booty cheeks but i wanted to write so bad.

[cinnamon7girl7]

"BETWEEN DIAPERS AND CURSES"

I never thought one of the biggest challenges in the life of a special grade sorcerer would be getting a sick child to take his medicine without chaos reigning in the house.

The rain tapped softly against the apartment windows, painting the morning gray. The air smelled warm—like home, worn blankets, and soup on the stove. And you… well, you were wearing an old robe, your hair slightly tangled, and a little spoon in your hand, fighting against the most powerful creature of the day: a five-year-old Megumi, sick and in a bad mood.

—Come on, just a little bit —you whispered, with the sweetest voice you reserved for moments like this.

—I don’t want to —he grunted, turning his face away while pressing his lips tight.

His cheeks were red from the fever, his eyes shiny, and his dark hair messy as if he had fought a minor curse. Still, he absolutely refused to let the syrup touch his mouth. He twisted and turned like he was the victim of a cursed seal. It was impressive.

Just then, the door opened. And, as always when it seemed the universe wanted to give you a break, Gojo Satoru appeared. His hair was wet from the rain, a bag in one hand, and that cocky smile that had the power to disarm you just by looking at it.

—I’m home! —he sang—. Has the apocalypse started yet? —he said with a grin.

—Don’t laugh, this has been worse than facing a curse without reinforcements —you replied, tired but relieved.

Satoru came closer, set the bag aside, and leaned in to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead before kneeling in front of Megumi, who looked at him somewhere between anger and comfort.

—And what about you, kid? Planning a rebellion?

Megumi didn’t answer but stretched out his little arms and hugged Gojo’s neck. He snuggled against him with a weak sigh. Despite the bad mood, the bond between them was undeniable. He didn’t need to call him “dad” for the affection to be as real as the rain outside.

—His fever went up —you said softly, watching them—. He doesn’t want to eat or drink anything.

Satoru grew serious, and with that carefulness few knew he had, he stroked the child’s back.

—We’ll take care of him together. Like always.

His words were a balm. After that, they took turns: one read stories while the other prepared compresses. You made him soup, Satoru told silly stories about curses. It was a long day, but full of small details that made it bearable.

By night, Megumi slept between you, wrapped in blankets and clutching his plushie as if it were a treasure. His breathing was steady, and for the first time in hours, he seemed calm.

—He looks so small like this —Satoru whispered, gently stroking the boy’s dark hair.

—He is. Sometimes I forget he’s only five years old.

Satoru was silent for a moment. Then he settled next to you, looking at you with a softer expression than usual.

—You know? Today, while I watched you care for him… I was thinking about what it would be like to have one of our own with you.

You looked at him, surprised.

—One of our own?

—Yeah… A baby of ours. With your smile, your eyes… Well, if we can avoid them having my stubbornness, even better.

You let out a small laugh, covering your lips to avoid waking Megumi.

—Are you saying you want…?

—I’m saying I’d love to. To create a family with you. We already are one, yes, but… would you want to take that step? Have a baby?

You stayed silent, processing his words. Then you lowered your gaze to Megumi, asleep between you, and looked back at Gojo with a smile that said more than a thousand answers.

—And do you want to try… now?

Satoru looked at you wide-eyed. But just as he was about to answer, Megumi stirred under the blankets, half-whining in his sleep.

You both let out a stifled laugh.

—I think it’ll be another day, love —he whispered, kissing your hand—. But the idea isn’t going anywhere.