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[boriys-a]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨ ( sending this back to u bc i love writing with u sm and ur the sweetest )

<3333 I'm so??? Glad we met??? Writing and plotting with you has been an absolute blast and a half! You're so funny and kind and full of amazing ideas to contribute to the plot we have going on. Rachel is an absolute gem of a character and I treasure them and you sm. Thank u for giving me a chance and sticking with my dumb ass ;-;

[lovegasmic]

i LOVEEEE ur writing !!! can I request a bff gojo x fem reader where gojo starts to get close to another girl n the reader is kinda sad/worried ??? idk i was just thinking about the song dark red by steve lacy and the lyrics “only you my girl,only you babe” IT CAN BE SMUT OR SFW AAA

⋆ slightly angsty but also fluff because of course, we don't believe in sad endings in this house ‹3. jealous reader + oblivious satoru.

 ⋆ I was hearing that song while writing this and hello?!? it's so good like !!! so bff satoru coded waaaah, also thank you for the compliment, sending you many hugs 🩷

I will work on the bff satoru masterlist soon ^^

there have been moments in Satoru’s life when he felt uneasy, although none of those moments were strong enough to stick for more than a couple of hours, much less for a whole week. but you are a mystery.

he’s not certain why you’ve been refusing his hang out invitations, Satoru senses your coldness even through texts, the usual back and forth teasing no longer there, and replaced by a disgusting ‘k.’

Satoru’s phone bounces on the bed for the fifth time in the night, followed by his palms rubbing on his face and the slight tug on his soft, white hair in sheer frustration, you’re messing with his head, making his chest tug, and palms itch. the phone call goes straight to your voice mail, —most likely filled with his pleading voice. the option of visiting you is always present, but the blue eyed is certain your short, black haired roommate is already sick of him, eyes rolling behind the crystal of her glasses as she speaks in that annoyed tone, “i told you she’s not here”.

it’s all lies, Satoru knows it, he is your best friend and has already memorized your schedule by heart, “can you tell her I seriously need to speak to her?” Satoru responds, eyes filled with worry as he leans on your apartment doorframe, attempting to take a peek into the place, but quickly getting his hopes broken by the door smashing right in front of his face. for the nth time.

walking down the memory line didn’t work either, his focus was on the last time you hung out, on how your mood suddenly shifted after Satoru casually met with one of his new colleagues, who happened to be going in the same direction to you both, and her hand was awkwardly eager to be holding onto the white haired’s bicep. but then again, you were not a jealous person, and Satoru made sure to remind you how he’ll never replace your spot as his best friend.

“are you sure you’re alright, sweetheart?” he had asked that night, watching you mindlessly play with the hem of the blanket draped over your laps as you watched a movie, concern etched on his words.

“mhm, just tired” you mumble back, yet your eyes didn’t sparkle like they should, nor did they miss the way his phone rang with a text from the girl you saw earlier.

we should hang out soon ;)

and Satoru was quick to send a ‘sure!’ completely and utterly oblivious of the girl’s flirting.

“want me to leave? so you can take a nap” he says, brows furrowed and eyes locked on your face from above the rim of his dark glasses, he did not want to leave, but your health was more important; although in your ears his suggestion sounded more like a ‘i’ll leave so I can hang out with that girl’ and that bothered you quite a lot.

“yeah,” you’re quick to reply, standing up abruptly and dragging the blanket with you, “see you another time” and that was another lie, since you did not meet with Satoru in the next 3 days.

“fuck” he mutters, staring at the ceiling, strands of messy hair splayed on the pillow, “you’re not that busy... are you?” Satoru asks himself, about to slam his head against the wall.

it’s Sunday and he’s most likely looking like a stalker right now, pacing back and forth in front of your apartment complex, waiting for anything, until the sign comes, your roommate is quick to leave the building, a gym bag and a strange stick-like tool under her arm, and he knows you’re at home, of course he knows.

Satoru is up in three steps, and two knocks on your door. “Maki, did you forget your keys again?” your voice echoes in the room and his heart skips a beat.

“dunno where are yours but you can ta— Satoru...?” you ask, eyes widened slightly at the imposing form of your best friend towering above you.

“mm, i’m glad you still remember my name” he murmurs, attempting to tease but the sight of your tired face burns in his chest, flicking a single hair strand away from your forehead, “can I come in?”

you swallow, “what are you doing here?”

“pfft, can’t I visit my stunning best friend who has been ignoring my calls?”

“i haven’t...” you murmur, drifting your gaze and stepping back to allow him to get in, it was obvious Satoru were not going to leave any time soon, “i’ve been busy”

he snorts, splaying on the couch in your living room with long legs resting on the coffee table, “you’ve been worse and yet at least answer my texts” he taps the seat next to him, expecting for your thighs to brush like you always sit, but instead, your distance hurts.

“tell me what’s wrong”

“nothing’s wrong!” you say, slightly defensive, “i told you i’m busy”

“you were just fine a week ago, but got mad out of nowhere” Satoru speaks softly, squeezing your knee, not realizing the slight tremor running down your spine, “doll, if you’re jealous of—”

you clasp your hand on his mouth, “don’t finish that sentence” and Satoru’s eyes fill with realization, nodding like an obedient child.

“come on, I told you you’re my only best friend, darling” he whispers, sliding his hand from your knee and up your thigh, across your side until it settles on your nape.

“i don’t think what I feel is simple friendly jealousy.” the grip on the back of your neck tightens as soon as the words leave your mouth, breath hitching and eyes widening slight.

there’s a slight twitch in the corner of his lip at your confession, leaning in just briefly, “yeah?” he mutters, attempting —and failing miserably — at concealing a smirk, “are you in love with me?”

“don’t get too cocky” you mumble back, frowning but unable to tear your gaze away from his lips and eyes.

“you just admitted it” he grins brightly, a slight blush adorning his cheeks, brushing his nose across your jaw, “so that was the problem, hm? you’re so cute when you’re jealous”

“Satoru, i swear...” you start, mixed feelings of embarrassment and longing settling in your chest.

he sighs deeply, breath fanning over your skin where Satoru slides his lips across, inhaling your scent deeply, fuck... how much he missed you, “don’t ignore me again...“ he starts, ghost touches now turning into brief kisses on your jawline, trailing up until his lips press on the corner of your mouth and his thumb slides under your bottom lip, long fingers caging the side of your face, “...i like you too...” he breathes, meeting your gaze and flicking to your lips, “i just want you, only you, my girl”

reblog and/or comment if you want me to write the smut for this 🤭🎤

[wintfleur]

hi lovebug!!! congratulations on 1k! the most deserving person ever, i'm truly blown away by all of your works!!

i cannot stop thinking about the "[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends" prompt from the last list (🌷) with lando ofc! like i can totally see him just waltzing up to you, a little bit guilty after a silly argument, and placing a kiss on ur lips as a truce 🥹

again, congratulations on 1k, and here's to many more! i love love love you!! <33

౨ৎ your lips, my lips.

﹕─┈ pairings ( Lando norris x female! reader )

°. — details ( g; angsty, fluffy. w; kissing, I think that’s all. wc; 1.9k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( HI MY LOVE !!! tysm lovely, it means so much coming from you !!! Im sending you the biggest hug and smooch ever !! You should be receiving it soon mhm 💌 I really hope you enjoy it !!! so sorry it took so long for me to get out, I wanted to post it after a race and on my birthday !!! Please don’t be silent readers mwah ! )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( HE WON FOR MY BDAY !!! )

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“He’s just being nice” Lily spoke loud enough so you could hear over the loud music that bounced off the walls of the club they were spending their night at. She placed her hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she watched you look at your boyfriend from afar, a sad and disappointed look in your eyes. 

Lily tilts her head to look at her own boyfriend who sat next to her in the booth they had for the night, he was leaning back and sipping on his alcoholic beverage. Lily nudged his knee under the table with hers, motioning her head towards you once he turned his gaze to her. Oscar gets the memo, and he clears his throat and sets his glass down on the table, giving you an awkward smile when you turn your head to look at him “Yeah you know Lando, he loves talking to his fans.” 

Your heart drops and a frown quickly forms on your lips at oscars words. You look back to your boyfriend, he was standing near the bar, surrounded by 3 girls. They had come up to the two of you while you waited for your new drink, and you could tell that they were big fans of his as they went on and on about him . . . completely ignoring your presence and leaving you standing there uncomfortably with a fake smile on your lips. 

You look down at your lap where you had your hands folded on, your eyes lingering on the shiny ring lando had gotten you for your anniversary. Lando had always made it clear that you were the only one for him, the only one he loves, but you can't help but feel insecure when tons of beautiful girls come up to lando, fans or not. Oscar's words did not help. 

Lily furrows her perfect eyebrows and slaps Oscar's thigh, giving him a look of disbelief at his choice of words. Oscar winces and gives the two girls a sorry smile. “Men am I right?” lily giggled as she nudged her shoulder with yours, and for the first time since the beginning of the night, you had a genuine smile on your face, tilting your head back as you joined lily in laughter. Oscar playfully rolled his eyes, but nonetheless joined the two girls in laughter. 

“What's so funny?” Lando asked the laughing trio as he slid into the booth right next to you, his arm moving to rest on the booth edge behind you. Lando had a happy smile on his lips as he watched you laugh, you always looked so carefree whenever you laugh, and it was by far his favorite sound. 

“Oh! Just Oscar being an idiot” Lily answered for you, giving Lando a small smile before looking back at you. You were looking down at your lap, acting as if your painted nails were more interesting than anything, Lily is your best friend, she could see that you had gotten in your own head with negative thoughts. 

“Oh, so nothing new '' Lando chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly tracing random shapes on your shoulder. Oscar rolled his eyes but laughed at Lando's words, of course he was going to take the chance to tease him like always. “Wow” 

Lily brings her hand up to cover her mouth, and you would think she was an award-winning actress with the perfect fake yawn she let out, at the same time she was gently kicking Oscar under the table, giving him the side eye. Lily wasn't really tired, in all honesty she could go a couple more hours before wanting to go home . . . but you, her best friend, wanted to go home.

This time Oscar doesn't say something stupid and instead he makes up some stupid excuse that they have to wake up early in the morning, the two of them already tired from a long day. And before they all knew it, they were standing outside of the club, Oscar and Lando giving each other a bro hug while you and Lily had a hug of your own. Lily whispering sweet reassuring words in your ear before getting in the uber with her boyfriend. A sigh leaving your lips as you watched them go. 

Lando could tell something was wrong, it was obvious with the way you were acting ever since you got in the uber. You weren't curled up on his side, excitedly talking about everything that happened tonight, like you always do. Instead, you sat by the door, resting your head against the cold window as you looked out at all the lights and buildings you passed by. 

The silence was loud . . . in the uber, the walk through the hotel, the elevator ride, it was all silent and it was driving him crazy. Lando locked their hotel room behind him as they walked into the large room, a sigh leaving his lips as he watched you immediately go into the bathroom to change. The hotel room was already filled with tension as you closed the door loudly, it wasn't a slam . . . but it proved to him that you weren't happy. 

He lets out another sigh as he drops his phone, wallet and watch on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed. Dropping his face in his hands while his elbows rested on his knees, his mind racking through ideas on why you would be upset with him. But he honestly couldn't think of anything, it was a great night . . . until it wasn't, and he had no idea why. 

He sat in the same spot for a few minutes, his thoughts all of you, until he got up with a sigh and made his way to his luggage, decided to get ready for bed. He knew you would be in there a while getting unready from the night out and getting ready for bed, and plus you were upset with him . . . you were gonna make him wait while you took your sweet time. 

Lando was pulling down the blanket of the neatly made bed, already dressed for bed when you came out of the bathroom. You were dressed for bed, and you didn't even look at your boyfriend, who paused his movement to watch as you leaned down to put your clothes neatly into your suitcase. Your shoulders tense and your eyes tired. 

“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” Lando asked as he broke the silence of the dimly lit hotel room, for a moment you paused your actions, but you quickly continued to close your suitcase, you didn't want to think of it anymore. You were tired, emotionally and physically. 

You got up and made your way to your side of the bed, carefully setting your jewelry on the bedside table, along with your phone. You could feel his heavy gaze on your back as he got up from the bed, desperate for your answer. An answer you weren't ready to give. “I don't want to talk about it lando” 

“Well too bad because I do” Lando groans as he gently grabs your arm and slowly turns you around to face him Lando looks down at you and a frown forms on his lips at the upset look on your face, this time he speaks softer “You know i can't stand it when you're upset with me, So please . . . What did I do?” 

“Of course you wouldn't notice, you were too busy with that group of fawning girls” you rolled your eyes as you pulled your arm out of your boyfriends hold, crossing your arms and looking out at the floor to ceiling window that gave a beautiful view of the city. You didn't want to look at him, to let him see how much you were letting this affect you. 

“Is that what this is about? Those girls?” he asked, and your silence was a perfect enough answer for him. He tries to remember everything that happened when the small group of girls came up to them, and he feels like an idiot and a dick when he recalls how he gave them all his attention and the obviously fake smile you gave him before leaving. 

“Baby” Lando muttered sadly; his eyes softened as he thought about how you must have felt. His hands traveled slowly up your arms and rested on your tense shoulders. You let out an annoyed huff, masking the insecurity you felt with annoyance. God it was embarrassing, Lando never did anything to make you think he wouldn't be faithful . . . and yet that insecurity never left. “Lando please i don't want to ta⸺ “ 

A sound of surprise leaves your lips at the sudden interruption and the feeling of his soft lips on yours. Your eyes quickly shut, and you couldn't help but lean into his soft hold on your face. Slow, but passionate kisses like this always took your breath away, your lips moved in tandem. It wasn't fair how quick your mind blanked whenever he kissed you, all your thoughts before would vanish and all you could focus on was him. 

Lando reluctantly pulled away from the kiss “You don't have to talk, just listen” He whispered breathlessly against your lips, still gently holding your face. You flutter your eyes open and nod softly, it was like he kissed all your words away. There was a small part of you that wanted to push him away and shout at him for distracting you, but you were weak to his charms. 

“You have every right to be upset with me darling, I shouldn't have done that . . . I’m sorry I made you feel like you're not important to me, because you are. Ever since I met you, you have been the most important person in my life” Lando didn't break eye contact once, as he poured his heart out to you. Before you, he had trouble talking about his feelings, it was scary showing that intimate and sincere part.

 But he had no fear when he was with you, and he didn't want you to have any either. 

“But my heart only has room for one girl, and she happens to be the funniest, prettiest, most intelligent woman I know . . . you” every compliment he gave you, he pulled you closer to him, you were basically flush against him, and you hoped he couldn't hear or feel your loud heartbeat. Little did you know that his heartbeat was just as fast as yours. 

“Lando” you whispered, the tears in your waterline almost overflowing and rolling down your cheeks as you looked up at him. You had so many things you wanted to say, but nothing could come out, all you could do is look at him with love in your eyes. God he couldn't take his eyes off of you, even with tears in your eyes you were still the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. The city lights coming from the window made you glow. 

“Let me show you how beautiful you are” he whispered, his hands slipped under your sleep shirt and his fingers caressed the soft skin of your hips, pressing your hips flush against him. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat now. He leaned down to place a trail of soft kisses up your neck. Placing a longer kiss under your ear before whispering huskily 

“Let me show you how much i love you.”

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this is so bad omg I’m sorry I feel like I’m missing something with this )

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @cixrosie @partyinpitlane @toasttt11 @c-losur3 @lovings4turn )

[struwberrii]

bokuto headcanons ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

like the title says, her are my cutesy bokuto kotarou headcanons ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ (mainly relationship stuff)

know so many random niche food spots, like whatever your craving he knows the best spot to pick it up at

he talks to animals like theyre friends (they are)

randomly challenges people to races or arm wrestles to settle any dispute

loves watching cartoons, like hangout sessions with bokuto consist of getting a bunch of junk food that will for sure give you a stomach ache then getting comfy on the couch and watching the amazing world of gum ball

he has the comfiest bed ever, like ik his blanket is the softest thing you've ever felt in your entire life

loves wearing clothes with hoodies so he can just hide in them when he gets sad

loves playing video games but hes so bad at them bc hes too impatient to learn the rules so he just plays and tries to figure it out along the way

ik he gives the BEST hugs ever

i feel like as a kid he had an emotional support box that he just sits in

eats so much food but always shares with you even if that means he goes home still hungry

remembers every little thing you tell him about yourself

would literally just do whatever you ask him to and ask 0 questions 😭

sometimes he accidentally wears his sisters clothes, imagine him picking you up wearing a pink nyan cat shirt

his favorite candy is candy (literally everything)

can’t handle spicy food AT ALL

kisses all over your face

he genuinely loves everything about you <3

he knows how to treat a girl right!! ( yk he has 2 sisters they do NOT play that)

if he’s ever sad or ‘emo’ literally all it takes is you being there for him to lift his spirits again

cries at every movie, happy tears, sad tears, confused tears everything

literally SO LOUD like we already know this but if ur ever embarrassed and whispering something to him he’ll practically yell it back to you

bro cannot whisper

always brags about you and shows you off

i feel like he smells either like sweets and sugar or like literal fire like burnt if he isn’t wearing cologne

he’s not terrible with money but i feel like he just makes really stupid purchases every once in a while, like he has a sponge bob gumball machine in his house that he never uses but spent like $200 on

loves wearing winter hats with animal ears

pets stray animal on the road

butt dials people a questionable amount of times

whenever he’s ‘emo’ his first thought is to call you just to hear your voice

wants a really random pet, like a bird or little pig

whenever people are mean to him on his team he threatens to call you over to handle it 😭 (he can’t be mean for the life of him)

i feel like he’d wear uggs (not like girly uggs but like those men’s uggs with the laces yk??or those ugh house shoes w the red lining idk sorry guys)

loves having at home movie nights he looks forward to them all week

randomly sends the most heartfelt and thoughtful texts ever

literally attacks you with hugs if he hasn’t seen you for a while or after his games

farts and traps you under the covers 😭

[fanon-canon-idfk]

BRO PLS UR POLY SKK I NEED

Using this as an excuse to ramble abt it more in the form of scenarios!!

Cuddling at night:

Dazai is the triple little spoon

The order goes you, Chuuya, then Dazai

Chuuya’s back against your chest as you spoon him all the while you’re both simultaneously spooning Dazai

Occasionally you switch it up and Chuuya still likes to be in the middle then

Dazai and you playing rock paper scissors for who gets to hug his waist

Dazai usually unfortunately wins….

It’s ok bc the way Chuuya plays with both of your hair as you lay on his chest and Dazai lays on his stomach is heavenly

Lap sitting

Dazai is a lap sitter yall

Chuuya won’t be thinking abt it as you’re all sat on the couch until Dazai comes back from the kitchen and sits right on one of your thighs,

Knowing well why he left your other thigh free

Chuuya was nervous the first time he did so he really just begrudgingly scooted closer slowly until you helped ease him onto your lap

But now when he sees it he just chuckles and scoffs before sitting right on your leftover thigh

Dazai also likes Chuuya’s lap a lot

He has really muscular thighs it’s the perfect chair

Imagine him forcing both of you to put one of each of your legs together so he can sit on both

He’s spoiled like that

Kissing

Chuuya is a slow and sensual kinda guy

Meanwhile Dazai lives to be sultry and teasing with his kisses

Chuuya and Dazai ofc make it a competition to see whose kisses you crave more

They tally down how many times you lean back in after they part a kiss or how many times you initiate a kiss first

That’s when they both realized it was a tie by the end of the day

Then they end up bickering

And making out afterwards

Working together

If you’re in the port mafia

Dazai sneaks in (by sneak I mean cockily waltz right in) and comes to bother both of you in either of your offices

You’ll come to talk to Chuuya and the second you open the door be met with them kissing with Dazai in Chuuya’s lap

Now, if you’re in the ADA

Chuuya brings you both lunch to work

Nobody stops him ofc they know better

Dazai will send him photos and videos of you both in the office or cafe together in your group chat

These messages vary from him using funny filters on your face as you work to you two kissing (with Kunikida watching in disgust)

Going out

Not even just dates

You guys get up to enough trouble just being at the grocery store

Within 10 minutes you and Chuuya lose Dazai and have to play Marco Polo to figure out which isle he’s in

Dazai stuffs a million meaningless things into the cart and Chuuya puts them back right after

They bicker about it in the middle of the store

You’re just trying to push the cart but have to be stopped by their shenanigans

It is a very challenging process

Now as for dates

Dazai is so open to PDA

Chuuya is blushing in pure embarrassment as Dazai clings onto him (nothing outside his boundaries however!!)

If you’re ok with it then it’s you and Dazai making out or kissing both sides of Chuuya’s face in a restaurant as his face heats up

ALL RIGHT IM OUT OF SCENARIOS GIVE ME MORE IF YOU HAVE ANY!!! I LOVE BEING IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH SKK!!!!

[frogchiro]

Omg ur centaur könig got me thinking about a waternymph! reader who takes care of a local waterfall which she had been born into by the soft ripples splashing on the shore of the small lake, small bundles of flowers and cloaking trees practically it shroud it from sight and any passing adventurers. You're alone, the lake can't hold more than a single one of you and you can't help but feel lonely..

SO YOU MAKE IT A POINT TO TAKE TO ANYONE AND EVERYTHING THAT SOMEHOW MANAGES TO WALK PAST OR FIND UR RESERVOIR

You chat up to a passing chimera called Farah, then another few harpies which had flown by looking for her, another pretty nymph, a few satyrs who tried to be cheeky and get you to come out of the water despite your flustered protests. It's that you couldn't, you just find it odd! You protest despite their little teasing tugs, hands wrapped around your bicep to pull you up where instead, you mischievously pull them down and get them doused and their flutes ruined. You even meet a hulky centaur who seems very sleep deprived, with many other nymphs toddling around him! You greet them with an excited smile and you all immediately become BESTIESSS you help them refill their water, and even let them bathe in your spring, you even manage to talk to the massive centaur who is actually quite polite and curious about you. By the time they leave, you're all basically bawling your eyes out and hugging and despite their insisting you join them, u just can't leave ur little spot like that:( they leave and u wave them goodbye with a chirp and a song. You somehow met the formidable minotaur who had managed to escape the labyrinth, scarred and dirty and helped him bathe and drink some water. He returns the favour by catching you a deer for a nice, hearty meal and some wine which had been left by the entrance of the labyrinth he'd left, forgotten offerings. He leaves after a month of recovery and it's just as teary. But it's alright! U don't mind..:(

Until all of a sudden, when you're just happily sunbathing on one of the tilted rocks in the middle of the small lake, napping on your side,, when you're practically jolted awake by arguing! Uh oh, everyone you've ever met is back and arguing on the lake side about who exactly means more to you(in a more comical way, not in a weird boyfriend girlfriend sort of thing?? Idk how to explainnn) like:

"Well, she combed our hair and gave us forehead kisses!" Arguged one of the many nymphs, pointing at the band of satyrs who looked like they were going to shank someone with their flutes. "So? She played in the water with us!" One of satyrs snaps, giving the girl a mean mug. "How stupid! She let me drink from her personal cup, fools!" The chimera yelled. "Yeah, same!" The harpies tried to butt in. "I stayed with her for a month." The minotaur adds as well, his voice rumbly. Alongside them are myriad of other creatures you didn't even know you had made such an impact on, it would make u cry lf happiness if not for the fact they're still arguing. They all are rather passionate about ur happiness, and they all want to be the cause of it:((

And all waternymph! Reader wants to do is just take a nap..but first priority in her mind! Hugs and reunions! Fuck your arguing! You want to hear about everyone's adventurers! So, with a cute smile, u get everyone to set up around the lake and that night is filled with a ton of fun festivities, drinking and a lot of wrestling among different species(for fun and competition, it's actually really funny to watch!)

SORRY FOR THE LONG SPAM BUT THIS HAS BEEN COOKING IN MY MIND FOR SO LONG<<33 I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I JUSTTTTT MWAH MWAH UR AMAZING!!! MUCH LOVE XOXXOO

It's very much okay darling, I don't mind!! Thank you for all the love and I'm sorry for not responding earlier :((

I hope you guys enjoy the read and please send me more of your thoughts on nymph!Reader and CentaurKönig♡♡♡

[dollyface3]

this is part 1 of the logan one shot i promised i haven't written anything like this in a long time so sorry if its shit

warnings: smut,loss of virginity, f/reader, size kink, reader receives head, fun! friend wade

you had been known wade for years, occasionally going over to his place for movie or game nights but for the past few months had been different. his new friend, who you had only met a handful of times, always seems to be burning holes through ur skin with his watchful eyes, somehow always finding himself a few inches from yourself. not that you particularly minded, you had found yourself gazing at the muscles that decorated his large frame that towers over you, watching how is face scrunches up with every sarcastic or dumb comment that wade so loudly had to declare to the whole apartment. he was gorgeous there was no doubt about it but he spoke to u so little and it gave your stomach a weird feeling when he'd brush past u pretending like you wasn't there only for his eyes to flick up and down your body the second hes far enough away. you couldn't understand the mixed signals that he gave off, which was unusual as your powers always seemed to make it easier to read peoples expressions without them needing to say a word, but logan? nope its like it switched every few seconds, his large puppy eyes that look back at u occasionally would within a few seconds be harsh and squinted when you turn u back. you are always nice to him, even though u mostly assume he hates you, offering him drinks or food when u could to cut the silence and he'd always respond in short sentences avoiding looking at u in that voice of his, the rasp in it always managing to wrap itself around your heart sending butterfly's through your system. one quite dreary evening you had headed over to wades flat to hang out holding some drinks in one hand and your bag in the other. once you finally reach the door u knock only to hear wade shout "its open, honey!" you roll ur eyes and push it open setting ur bag down on the nearby table pushing the door shut with ur foot as u do so. you and wade always played this silly game of talking to eachother like a married couple in old movies, well you played along with it for your own sake otherwise you know he'll just get worse with it. your eyes scan the room noticing wade in the kitchen sat on the counter top looking at u. "honey im home." you say softly almost giggling at how ridiculous u sound, continuing to look around the room spotting logan on the couch with that same irritated face he normally has. wade hops down of the counter and practically runs towards u lifting u up as he hugs u " im so glad ur here" he says setting u back down. "its so boring when ur not here, trying yo get anything but an annoyed grunt out of that one is like trying to jerk of with sandpaper. painful and not thrilling." he says emphasising the last too words. you laugh in response, heading towards the fridge putting a few bottles in there and using the hello kitty bottle opener thats stuck to the fridge to pop the lid off one of the bottles and talking a small swig from it. wade starts rambling about his day and Al being out "getting that green shit" as he puts it. toning him out a little your eyes watch logan on the couch watching some rerun of some show your sure he must have seen so many times over. seeing as he shifts around in his seat and takes a few sips from his bottle. you had been so focused watching logan u hadn't noticed wade rummaging around in the fridge looking for something. "shit, where is it?" his voice bringing u back to the conversation. you look at him as he pulls himself back catching his head on the shelf of the fridge on his way out causing him to yelp. he snatches the shopping list off the front of the fridge examining it carefully. "oh so thats what those squiggles are." he looks at u with a smile "now this is why u dont get ur blind roommate to write out ur shopping list." he says with a laugh. as he makes a line straight towards the door. " really sorry honey im gonna run to the shop ill only be a min-" he says cutting his words off with the slam of the door before u can argue.

[katz-chow]

deranged!reader & her task force (katz's version)

me & ur mother @moongreenlight are genuinely insane. this is basically us if it even care 😞

a/n: fem!reader all military names fake, processes fake; mostly it'd be classified, not just not done...well we wouldn't know for sure. medical shit also real. i’m in both of those fields irl. no i am not a swifty

clinically insane reader doesn’t rampage kill. art has many mediums; regular people choose acrylics, watercolor, culinary, pottery…reader chooses murder. it’s a meticulous process that depends on the person, it’s slow, drawn out. which makes her a great torturer. thing is, she was part of SEAL team tango-8 but focused more on SARC stuff (search and rescue). she knows her way around a suture kit—and, fortunately, surgical instruments.

laswell knew reader for two reasons: odd separation orders and her confirmed kill count. there was barely anything documented about her medical discharge which was weird because 98% of the military is just paperwork (a fucking pain btw). only thing noted was “medically discharged” and “0% disability”. her confirmed kill count? 43. happy to be back in uniform, she skips around the hallways to price, giving him a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek, whispering threats in his ear. “if you ever discharge me, i’ll dip you in concrete to be my custom statue.” a sickeningly sweet smile follows. as he furrows his brows in confusion and bit of horror.

soap tries really hard to like her and he really does. she's so sweet and always tries to include him in things and bakes him cakes and always somehow includes almonds, joking how it's actually just cyanide. soap laughs until he sees her have actual cyanide in the kitchen, carefully dropping it into the batter with an eyedropper. then a tsp of almond extract. it wasn't enough to hurt or kill anyone, but it scared him

he told ghost and ghost goes and investigates. then he sees reader one night, cleaning her instruments, different mallets, scissors, blades and knife handles etc. and they are pristine...not surgically pristine but definitely floor grade. he continues to watch her at 2100, without fail, and cleans her surgical instruments. until he sees her missing from her barracks from her open curtains. he goes and finds her carefully dressing a man like a buck. she sees him and smiles at him beckoning him closer. after he puts an end to that, with cuts and bruises, he goes and tattles to price. reader crying in the prison about how much she'll "miss her uniform" price and laswell speak about it and they finally know what the fuck us going on. they send her out on the field.

its just gaz, a few recruits, and reader in a safehouse. they've captured one prisoner, a soldier of the pmc against them. he's tied to a chair and after gaz runs over his psychological warfare in him. gaz fails and tiredly beckons for reader to come in. he finds her staring dead straight ahead, looking like she was falling asleep with her eyes wide open. he slowly calls out her name, no response. he calls again, same outcome. he taps her on her shoulder and her eyes fall into a "normal" state and smiles brightly at him, "my turns?!" gaz films it, the blood, the slow agony-per laswell and price's request reader starts to skin the soldier. starting with just a silly little joke about cuticles and then it goes higher and higher, the piece of skin never tearing. it's superficial, it barely draws blood. "does that hurt? don't worry, i'll help!" she blows cold air onto the exposed skin, drying out his flesh slowly while the blood keeps it from fully drying. gaz gulps, the camcorder on a tripod next to him. "it's okay, you're not going to die. and if you do...i'll make use of you, no waste! promise! gaz, can you pass me the kerrison rongeur, please?" gaz scrambles around in her kit, metal and metal clinking together in the heavy duty box. "the fucking hole puncher, gaz." she screams at him, causing him to jump. he finds the long, gun-like instrument, its blade pokes and punches together. he hands it to her, the work end first. she yanks it from him, nails scratching his hand in frustration, but that same smile on her face. she takes small chunks of flesh from the man, blood gushing and pools. she digs dipper until she hits an artery, blood splattering over them all. "the mosquito! give the fucking mosquito." she screams as the man in front of them bleeds out. she launches for it in her box and clamps down. the man half awake. gaz's chest heaves up and down, his face in shock and fearful freeze. reader storms out, face falls flat, no more smile, no brows furrowed, just a dead stare in front of her. "pieces of shit, human bodies are."

laswell pulls out any psych eval documents she can find. she finds exactly one set of documents: your medical discharge. price shows ghost and they stare at the replaying video on his monitor. the image of a wide, blank-eyed reader, hair and face dripping with crimson blood, a small clamp clicked to close an artery. they keep her. soap is the one who finds your bloody kit left in your barracks. chunks of flesh, blood, bone... and other bioburden seemingly never there at all. the shiny chromium finish looking as if they were never used at all. reader who failed out of medical school because of the lack of moral and ethics her professors and physcians saw in her. they banned her from residency.

"can i...have him..? please?" "why would you want an execution order? aren't you an interrogator?" "i want to see the peristalsis!" "the fucking what?" "how his intestines move in his body and squirm around like snakes!!!" she dissects the man in a way only a careful surgeon could. doyen clamps closed off certain sections as she sits and animates the movement on her ipad. the man inhales and exhales evenly, a bandage over his throat, eyes wide and dry from the lack of tears.

soap, as empathetic as he is, sees reader in chow, sitting by herself as she stares dead ahead, mind clouded in thoughts. her arms moves a bit, twiddling her thumbs under the table. he sits down across from her, her gaze staring pass him, face unreadable and almost bored looking. "you alright bonnie?" reader's face smiles, her eyes still dead and still as they lag behind the smile she puts on. her eyes squint. "yeah! why?" "twiddling your thumbs there, anxious about your second mission?" she puts her cupped together hands onto the tabletop. her hands unclasp. she twirls the severed thumbs around. "just a lot on my mind, yeah..."

"can i have it?" reader asks when she sees gaz's shiny teeth.

reader takes interrogations very seriously, taking souvenirs for herself. a finger carefully dried out, teeth, an ear, hair, vital organs in formaldehyde, eyes into earrings, tendons as rings and bracelets.

she gave price a birthday present which included a human heart, dried and shrunk in a glass displayed case. "made it myself", she says. "...on your own time, my love?" "yes, never company time!" his birthday is not public imformation.

ghost was missing a pow. he asks reader. "where is he?" "who?" "the prisoner..." "i let him go." "why the fuck would you do that?" "i'm going hunting, do you want to join? we can dress him in the field!"

"i got you flowers, ghost, for your mother's grave." "how the fuck do you know about that?" "you told me!" "i fucking didn't! now tell me who the fuck told you that shit?!" "you did, don't be silly. you told me over a glass of scotch...or many glasses actually!" she giggles as he slams her against the wall.

price wakes up one night, the spine-chilling feeling of a pair of eyes stalking him. he picks up the gun from his nightstand, clicking off the safety. he blinks a bit, vision clearing and seeing a figure in the shadowy corner. "go back to sle-" her body is slammed against the wall, gun to her head. "go to bed, price." "what...are you doing here?" price breathes out, trying to steady his racing heart, popping the gun back to safety. "wanted a piece of your hair."

gaz finds reader in his room after work one day, reader sweeping his house. he changed the locks within a week, locking all external doors and windows. reader leaves him breakfast every morning still. he trashes it after the cyanide incident. he wakes up to reader with a plate of eggs and toast over his bed. "please eat it and don't waste food :("

the task force lives their day to day lives with the feeling of impending doom, paranoia, and a feeling of dread washing over them all at once whenever they catch a glimpse of you. they beg price to remove you, but price would rather not be covered in cement while still alive.

[fiendishfables]

hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

[frvnkcastles]

hey i hope ur okay! 🥰

can i ask frank castle x reader?

reader is two months pregnant, but one day she goes out with her friend and fights with her. When she gets home Frank is waiting for her in the living room, but she starts to have a panic attack and ends up having a miscarriage? ...and Frank helps her

I'm sorry if it's so specific, I love your writing and I really trust you to write this! (if you like it and feel comfortable, of course ❤️)

FOLLOW ME DOWN ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: After a fight with your friend, you go home to Frank for comfort only to end up in the throes of a panic attack and, what’s worse, a complication in your pregnancy.

Warnings: Miscarriage, hurt/comfort, panic attack, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: Anon, I can’t tell you what it means to me that you said you trust me with this! I really hope I did your request justice, and I’m sending so much love to you and anyone who may have experienced this <3

You prided yourself in always being an understanding, open-minded friend who could be relied on, who was all ears no matter what the problem was, and you didn’t handle conflict all too well. Somewhat of a mediator, you rarely put yourself in a confrontation, and always attempted with all your might to keep things civil and peaceful — so, needless to say, arguing with your friends or other loved ones was not a common occurence.

And yet, on a Saturday that was supposed to be fun and a way to unwind, you and your friend of many years ended up having the most heated fight you had had, possibly ever. In hindsight, it was difficult to even remember what had sparked the fire or what had fueled the flames, but it had ended with you storming out of the diner you had met up in, wiping away tears while driving back home. You had been so excited to catch up, to tell her all about your progressing pregnancy and relationship with Frank, and it could not have gone worse.

You found comfort in the fact that Frank would be at home, waiting for you. The fight had left you wounded and fragile and he always knew what to say, how to make things better, and he was good at calling you out if necessary, with the gentlest of ways, of course. He understood you in a way that no one else did, and he was excellent at helping you piece together whatever had been broken.

It was his never-ending love for you that had helped you confess to him that you were pregnant, because God surely knew you had had reservations about it. It hadn’t been planned in the slightest, and you knew that Frank’s past was going to impact his feelings about it, understandably. Yet, when you had come forward and meekly admitted that you were secretly really happy about it and wanted to keep the baby, he had reacted better than you had anticipated and hugged you tightly. He was, of course, anxious but he hadn’t hesitated to agree with you and insist that he really wanted it, too.

Arriving at home, you slammed the door shut harder than you had meant to, and Frank flinched on the couch where he had been mindlessly watching a hockey game. You quietly apologized for the noise, and as you awkwardly kicked your shoes off, Frank sat up straight and observed you and your defeated face. Your belly wasn’t too much in the way yet, but you still struggled to bend down and put your shoes in the right place, though before Frank could shoot up from the living room and do it for you like he had begun to do with everything, you managed.

”Didn’t think you’d be back so soon, sweetheart”, Frank commented, gently probing. Even though he didn’t come right out and say it, he could tell something was wrong; it was written all over your face and your unusually quiet mood. He frowned, watching you closely as you staggered into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water, one that you didn’t quite get to finish when your hands began shaking and tears pooled in your eyes.

Once your sniffles filled the silence, Frank was up in no time. He made his way to you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist while he spun you around and tilted his head down to meet your eye. One of his hands came up to your face, his finger tenderly lifting your jaw despite your feeble attempts to pull away from his exposing hold.

”What happened, sweet girl? ’M right here to hear ya out, whatever it is”, he reassured, his voice firm and gravelly and more than capable of tearing down your defenses. Bursting into loud cries, you buried your face in his chest and he quickly hid you in his protective embrace, quietly shushing you.

”We had a fight. It was so—so stupid, but she got so mad and I just… I had to get out of there”, you sobbed, hiccuping and fighting for air. Frank caressed your hair, trying to get you to calm down, but you only escalated from there.

In a blink of an eye, Frank’s tight hold on you went from comforting to panic-inducing, and your breathing picked up. An uneasy tightness gripped your chest and you started to spiral, struggling to inhale and exhale and your head spinning, forcing you to pull away from Frank and bend over the countertop.

”Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me. It’s alright, it’s gon’ be okay. Just breathe with me, yeah?” Frank instructed, effortlessly recognizing the tell-tale signs of a panic attack, his hand on your back as he lowered himself to your level. He made a dramatic gesture with his hand to mimic the flow of air, and locking eyes with him, you tried your best to follow his lead. He could see the fear in your stare, but he willed himself not to chase you down that path. He was usually pretty good at that, keeping himself controlled and calm, even if you were the total opposite of that.

”Just like that, attagirl. Keep goin’. You’re doin’ so good”, he praised you, giving you a solemn nod to confirm that you were doing exactly as he wanted you to. Slowly but surely, it did start to feel like you were regaining charge of yourself, but before the terror could completely subside, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

Groaning in agony, you doubled over, your breathing growing erratic once more. ”Frank—Frank, something’s… something’s wrong”, you stammered, holding your belly as the pain seemed to only grow.

No longer as calm as he would have liked, Frank’s instincts kicked in. He quickly grabbed his boots from the doorway and pulled them on before snatching his keys from the kitchen counter and then reaching you again. ”I’m gonna carry you, okay, sweetheart? I’m takin’ you to the hospital”, he spoke, his words shaky but his hands unwavering as he lifted you into his arms. You cried out, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to keep the panic attack at bay, but it was proving to be impossible.

Frank buckled you in his truck and then jumped behind the wheel, wasting no time in rolling into motion and heading straight for the hospital, all the while telling you to breathe. You were writhing in pain on the passenger seat, holding your stomach and trying your hardest to keep breathing, despite how imminent your doom felt. Your head hurt and there was an invisible anvil on your chest, and in the moment, you weren’t sure you’d make it.

Speeding only enough to get you to the hospital as swiftly as possible but not enough to endanger you even further, Frank held a steel grip on the wheel. His heart was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach, but for you, he tried to keep himself together — even if he was fearing the worst.

Things moved quickly from there, as it didn’t take the nurses long to figure out they were dealing with something serious. You were sedated and wheeled away, and Frank was left pulling his hair and pacing back and forth in the waiting room. As soon as you were out of his hands, he lost his cool and broke down into tears, his palm covering his mouth as he leaned against the wall for support. He had hovered over you the entire pregnancy, always on the lookout for any threats, but he couldn’t have prepared for this.

Midnight arrived by the time you woke up. You were groggy and your head felt like it had been filled with rocks, but your weary eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dimly lit room you had been taken in, with the machines around you beeping and, most importantly, Frank seated by your side. He was holding your hand and keeping it against his mouth, needing any part of you close to him. At first, you smiled at the sight of him. But you quickly saw the redness in his eyes and the despair on his face, and it got you to shake your head, refusing to believe what his expression was telling you.

”Don’t tell me”, you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as you watched him wipe his own face and give you an apologetic look.

”They tried their hardest. But it was too late”, Frank spoke quietly, his voice hollow and dejected as it filled the room with the painful truth. Sobbing yet again, you hid your face in your free hand, and with a sniffle, Frank kissed the back of your hand repeatedly, his way of consoling you without words — because truthfully, he didn’t know what he could have possibly said to alleviate the hurt you both shared.

”I’m so sorry”, you cried out, ”I’m so sorry, Frank.” That was your first instinct, to apologize for reeling him in and signing him up for more pain. He had already lost two children, how could you possibly make up for adding another one to that list? You felt like you could drown in the regret and shame, even if you had done nothing wrong, and he tried his damnest to help you understand that.

”It ain’t your fault, baby. You hear me? You haven’t done anythin’ wrong. You’re perfect, aight? Perfect”, he emphasized, leaving no room for argument as he met your sorrowful gaze. He was heartbroken, too, but he would have never blamed you for this. ”I still got you. And we’re gonna get through this together”, he added, squeezing your hand.

For a moment, you just sat there in silence, mourning together like you would be doing for a long time, but eventually there was a knock on the open door and you looked up to find your friend standing there. She looked so small and sad, clearly ashamed of your fight, and you felt the same way. Frank kissed your hand once more before getting up to give you a moment, and as he left the room, your friend walked over to the seat he had abandoned.

She whispered an apology and you instantly opened your arms to invite her in for a hug. She dived into your hold and you embraced carefully but with feeling, both of you feeling the urge to mend your bond and get past the argument you had had.

You had been torn down and reduced into a mess, but you knew that with your friend and Frank with you, you could rebuild.

[icyfox17]

Im at a palace rn (yayayay it's so cool) and the actual castle is closed till 12 so im exploring the gardens (plural. There are so many of them) and i cant stop thinking about royalty 911 au with king and queen bathena and smol prince buck growing up running around on the castle grounds and hiding from his whatever babysitters back then were called LMAOO

The squires or whatever theyre called being like ur majesty im sorry we cant find him

And bobby Sighing and going to the gardens himself, knowing exactly where buck has run off to to hide (secret garden that only bobby and athena and like the closest guard to them know about) and finding buck whos not even trying to hide, hes distracted by making a giant pile out of the fallen leaves that he plans to jump onto, and he just watches buck for awhile, content to see his little boy having fun (hes a Softie) and eventually buck turns to him and is like "daddy look!!!" and shows him the giant pile and gives bobby puppy eyes and so bobby sighs and picks up buck and throws him onto the pile (gently) and buck laughs and asks for him to do it again and bobby listens but eventually they need to go back to the castle lest athena send a search party for them bc they have dinner soon and the two of them need to clean up before it and so he picks buck up with a swing, making buck giggle as his stomach drops, and then after walking with buck dangling over his shoulder for a bit, he readjust and places him properly sitting on his shoulders andd i justttyyjfjdjdjfjd sosbsisbsodbdjdb

Smol!buck running ahead in one of the many castle mazes being like I GOT THIS and ignoring bobbys calls to slow down and then getting lost and scared and crying until bobby finds him and picks him up in a tight hug and ensuring buck that no matter what, he'll always come to find him, he'll always find his way back to him shfdohsfndkbs sosbsosbsodbdjshfjf

And ofc when buck grows up you could have knight eddie from another kingdom whos retiring from being like in the Guard after the last battle (yknow like him being an ex soldier yayayayaya) but he doesnt want to stay retired and one of his higher ups knows that bobbys been looking for a personal knight (bodyguard) for his son whos been refusing every candidate ever, insisting he doesnt need one (ignore the threats theyve been getting from other kingdoms as tension and war is breeding) and eddies unsure but Holy Shit the pay and benefits are amazing his son will be able to be taken care of better than he could here and so he takes the gig and enemies to lovers buddie guys ddo u hear me

[rotdistressxox]

Hiii!!! Ur work has me kicking my feet and giggling into my pillow😩. Could you write some Wakatsuki sfw/nsfw ?🙈🙈

Better prepare that pillow then, eh?

Headcanons: Wakatsuki Takeshi

!Nsfw after the cut: Afab body reader, no pronouns

• Yeah he's big and mighty and all that. But he's really jittery and afraid before a fight. He needs to have someone in the waiting room with him otherwise he will panic. That someone includes you.

• But after a fight it's easy sailing. You're there waiting for him outside of the ring, he scoops you up bridal style and carries you away proudly. Avoiding the press.

• Can only look at his tablet with a pair of glasses, how middle aged man of him.

• He is rolling in money, like? Winning over 200 matches clearly could have him retire early if he wanted to. He could marry you, move to another country, and afford to buy 7 large properties with how much he had. Decides not to though, fighting is what he does best.

• Buuuuttt he does like traveling with you. There is so many things in your house from exploring different countries for when he has another fight.

• Enjoys napping with you the most out of everything else you do together. Bonus points if you both are naked and skin to skin.

• Likes it when you wash his back for him. It can be difficult to reach at times. Apart from that, enjoys sitting between your legs while you wash his hair. Gently massaging his scalp with shampoo as he closes his eyes and almost falls asleep.

• Passionate and soft kisses. His soft lips pressing and moving against yours as his goatee brushes against your skin

• Face first in his man tiddies when he hugs you, unless he slightly bends over. They are the squishiest things ever when he's not tense.

• Let's you play with and squeeze his muscles. He can move every single one of them individually due to the mass of them.

• Singing in the car with you to your favorite songs. He has a pretty decent voice and if anything, could be the next Frank Sinatra in your honest opinion.

• Corny romantic dates all the way. Prefers taking you to small restaurants and diners rather than bigger and fancier supper clubs.

Nsfw

• Soft Dom/ Service Top. Yuuuppp. Lives for your pleasure.

• Has had a few partners before, so he knows what he's doing. KNOWS WHERE THE CLIT IS WOOHOOO

• It's a must for him to be gentle due to his strength. The last thing he wants to do when topping is hurt you.

• Prefers giving than receiving. He's very good at oral and enjoys it so much that you almost have to pry his face away from between your legs. Your juices shining on his lips while he looks up at you, humming into your pussy. Sending all the right vibrations through your core.

• When you finally convince him to let you go down on him this time, he struggles with not immediately cumming inside your mouth.

• Not very vocal. He doesn't shout our swear, but he definitely moans / groans. They're on the softer side and yes they are sexy.

• Extra big and strong fingers. His digits almost abusing your gspot as his thumb presses down on your clit. Watching as you clench around him.

• Makes sure you orgasm ATLEAST once. So that you're loosened up and turned on enough. Unless you ask for more...

• He has a decent sized penis, it's around 7 inches and pretty girthy. Pink tip with a few veins and some short light brown pubes.

• Missionary is his favorite position. His arms caging your head, making your face expressions more visible as his hips rock back and forth into yours.

• Slowly paced thrusts, with a bit of roughness to them.

• Desperate sex. Kissing you all over your neck and sucking on your breasts/nipples while his thrusts get sloppy. Letting out moans of praise into your skin as your moans and whimpers almost drown out his. His lips never leaving your skin like you were his last meal, his last love, and his last time.

• His thrusts get shorter and quicker when he's about to cum. Prefers to do it inside of you, if not, does it on your stomach or chest.

• Throws his head back as he climaxes, choking out a moan.

• Aftercare king. That's all I gotta say.

[6okuto]

us yuji lovers must stick together in these hardships (aka jjk261) … how are we feeling right now nia :( personally IM SICK T^T

it's whatever. i hate jujutsu kaisen. floptsu flopsen. sorcery FLOP. whatever. yuuji hcs that spiral in the middle before going back to normal (one major implied spoiler for 259)

yuuji who you ask to be your fake boyfriend who says yes and then realizes he likes you in the process. walk with me

sends you animal photos and goes >:OO dog!!!! cat!!! :DD hope ur having a good day!!! <333

sits in the washroom and watches you do your hair/skincare routine while you talk about your days. will take over with ease if your arms hurt or you're tired

points out silly looking plushies or figures and copies their expression/pose. yuuji would like trying jojo poses

if he saw you sitting in the rain he'd come over with an umbrella and say you should come inside before you get sick. but then you tell him you like the rain and need to be outside for a while so he puts down the umbrella and sits with you. and you're like ?? you don't have to do this. and he just tilts his head and smiles and says yeah maybe but he wants to. he's sure his immune system is strong, or at the very least you can get sick together

yuuji who's suffered so much, who's been in survival mode for so long and hasn't been able to grieve the way he deserves to (he won't let himself) (those he's lost deserve peace more than him) Who breaks down crying when you hold his face or kiss his scars

yuuji years after the manga ends who's still healing and learning to grieve and grow. who sees his brother in the siblings he crosses paths with at the park, and his classmates and teachers in the elementary students filing out the bus for a field trip. who visits graves, starkly clean and well-kept compared to the ones a row over with flowers and food and updates on where he's been and the things he's done since his last visit. who wakes up too many nights with his heart torn, tears welling in his eyes and crescent indents in his palms, his voice raspy and broken when he yells out a name (it's a different one each time). who looks at himself and his fading scars in the mirror and sees two faces—both, in his eyes, responsible for what happened—and wonders when, if ever, he'll finally feel like he's off the battlefield, or worthy of peace

😂

if you asked to blindfold him to get him to pick you out of a line up (by holding hands, hugging, etc) he'd do it so confidently and be 100% correct. he could even give you reasoning on the spot—this hand's too rough, too small, you wouldn't wear this kind of jacket, this person's too short, etc etc

yuuji who you haven't seen in ages who waves his arms and grins so bright when you finally appear . who laughs as you speed up to get to him and hugs you with everything he has

wants to try out hot ones . you know the videos where they eat spicy hot wings. yeah

playing horror games with yuuji and hearing him progressively yell louder 😭 "eh? huh? where? what? what? What?? WHAT??? WHY WHY WHY WAIT WAIT WAIT STOP WAIT"

yuuji probably being a firefighter if he hadn't become a sorcerer + ride your wave. um. i mostly mean before he dies like just the meeting and dating. someone walk with me.?

dog walker yuuji 🙁 he'd be so excited of that one guy came by and asked to take photos omg 😭

doesn't really question when you want affection or cuddles (unless you're visibly upset) 🥹 you silently walk up and rest your head on his shoulder, or wrap his arm around you and he turns it into a hug 🥹 those videos where they crawl into their boyfriend's lap while he games and he silently wraps his arms around them and keeps playing 🥹

omg but flustered yuuji (earlier in the relationship) when you try to do something romantic/cheesy 😭😭 like sharing a drink and your faces being super close when you both lean in 🙁 and his ears/cheeks are tinted pink 🙁

[simpinberry]

for my mental health i need hcs of bella ramsey x fem or gn reader with words of affirmation love language ‼️‼️

hi guys i’m back to feed you some more bella content ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ hope i did this right and that u guys like it :) also tysm for the requests

listen listen!!! after taking a shower she would 100% leave sweet compliments on the foggy mirror for u to read. will add ‘kiss your s/o’ to your to do lists.

will text/send photos of random things that reminds you of her throughout the day. she does this especially when she’s on set and you guys can’t talk much. they have your favorite snack there? sends u a photo and tells u theyre thinking of u. lots of i miss yous, love yous and that she can’t wait to be home to see u again. “text me abt what you get up to today babe” “pedro is making fun of me because i’m apparently such a simp for you, he is absolutely, in every way, correct ;).” “i saw a butterfly today n it reminded me of the pretty tattoo you have”

will watch u like the weirdo she is when you’re getting ready in the morning. sneaks up behind u and repeatedly attacks ur face with kisses. “i have the most beautiful gf in the world” “omg i love this purple eyeliner on you, it rlly suits you” “your curls look really defined today, the new conditioner you got is so good!! my beautiful bby”

is the type to whisper compliments in between kisses. yk like corny spelling out of i love you in between pecks? yep, does that. “i really really like you” “my darling” “mine” “you’re so cute” in between kisses hehehe.

spam texts you when you send/post a photo. in your dms/comment section screechingggg!! my mans is DOWN BADDD. needs and loves to comment “first” on ur posts. they actually make up most of ur comment section. “BABE IM DYING YOURE TOO BEAUTIFUL” “so glad we’ve advanced technology so i can stare at this photo 4life if i want to” “you+this dress= my death”

randomly tweets a photo of you, captioning it “this is my darling, be jealous, gn”

very validating when you’re upset and talks you through it. thanks you for speaking up and communicating abt anything that’s been bothering you. SPILLS THE TEA WITH YOUUU. you have a co worker you hate? she hates them too. listen to me when i say she is on ur side, she is shocked and they’ll even remember stuff you’ve previously told them to add to the fire. best bf frr “thank you for telling me babe, i’ll really keep it in mind next time, i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings like that” “it sounds like it’s been difficult for you to complete (insert task) you’ve been working through it so well :)” “he said what??? yeah like he’s one to talk, go go! continue tell me more i’m invested” “babe you’re honestly so right, this is why i always listen to u”

definitely acknowledges you so so much when you accomplish something. will go on about how proud they are of you, how well you’ve done and how wonderful it is. big or small, bellas on her way to pour her heart out to you. would be unbelievably encouraging throughout the process too, telling you to keep going and trust the progress. “you’ve got this babe, go on :))” “that drawing is absolutely amazing, you’re so talented omg look at the details” “you submitted your assignment?? ahead of time?? that’s my girl frr” “these cookies are amazing, thank u sm for baking them ughh give me a hug you’re the best baker ever, they’re so soft!!”

you guys will be facetiming one night when shes away in a different country for filming. she’s been gone two months and you really miss them. you get a bit emotional talking abt it and they really listen, telling you to let it out. just before you guys hang up they tell you to look at the last drawer of your jewellery box. turns out she wrote you a letter before she left, many letters in fact, for when you really miss them. you can’t help but sob reading it. she attached a polaroid photo of you guys kissing at bottom of the page. she’s so incredibly kind in the letter, telling you how wonderful its been getting to know you these past few months. "hehe youre probably crying from how nice im being" istg this mf even teases you in writing. when you're finished you call her back, they immediately burst out laughing at your blood shot eyes, “hahahhs i knew you’d cry”. sneaks in a ‘you look so pretty even when you cry’. tells you they have more hidden around your room and that when you need it she’ll tell you where you can find more ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ

goodnight!! if i made any mistakes, no i didn’t. byebye!!

[ashstfu]

ash i'm having a terrible day :( people underestimate me so much, it makes me doubt my own self everyday. i try so hard but somehow its never enough. ew its getting heavy lol i just wanted to let u know how comforting i find ur tumblr to be !!! ur so cool to me !!! and for some reason, i feel like u give the best hugs. take care of urself <3

hey!!!! its okay to have bad days. this is temporary. things will get better. they do get better, trust me. many people will underestimate you but some will get you. some people will see you shining brightly under a veil of humility and those are the ones to focus on. no matter who you are, you can never please everybody. people who underestimate you suffer from a kind of blindness.. (ugh stupid people, boo i hate them 👎). but that is not your problem, you will not be able open their eyes by being genuine no matter how hard you try. just focus on yourself and be authentic and when you find someone with the ability to see those qualities in you, direct your high beams at them. also angel :( you will never "not be good enough". EVER. dont be so hard on yourself. i know it’s easier said than done, but try not to let your mind convince you this. even when those thoughts insist on invading your brain, you don’t have to give them any power, because they’re not true or tangible at all. just because your brain is telling you something, doesn’t mean it’s the truth or that you have to believe it. you don’t have to let that part of you control you any more than it already is. i want so badly for you to realize that your presence and your existence in general is an amazingly positive thing, and that you have the power to dictate the way things turn out. you don’t have to doubt yourself, you just have to change the way that you’re living a little and also. stop associating w people who make you feel bad. try to be enough for yourself. that’s who you’re going to be with for the rest of your life. yourself. you depend on you <3

also hiii i adore the thought of this blog being a source of comfort to you and im just. infintely grateful that you give it the time of day! sending so much peace and warmth your way, please take care & be kind to yourself (mentally hugging u right now and taking you out for an ice cream date & we end up watching sunset together at the beach ! 💗)

[scarfacemarston]

Can you do c-d-m for charles? I luv ur writing btw 😘

Thank you! : ) Prompt here. If anyone sends a request, please check the Charles x reader tag to see if the letter has already been completed. Arthur Morgan x Charles (Charthur) tag has been added by request. C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?) Charles loves to cuddle. He had a lovely mother growing up who used to cuddle him growing up while his father remained distant. While some of his friends were physically affectionate, it was not the norm for him. Cuddling required him to become close to him and while he was open to it, it was simply never a priority. Then he fell in love and simple romantic gestures like a hand holding, or a more intimate hug suddenly became more normal for him, causing him to remember his past. Of course, this was now towards a romantic partner and nothing to do with his mother. With that, he tried to discreetly experiment on what he liked and what you responded to, h however, he sleeps on his stomach so he had to consciously fight against that urge………and was not always successful. Yes, he is absolutely the big spoon, but don’t under estimate the power of hte little spoon! It is sometimes slightly awkward maneuavering, but he absolutely loves being the little spoon.  THe only problem is he sometimes gets overheated and is trapped under you. He also likes to drape his arm on top of your waist like you’d hold a teddy bear. He’s a light sleeper or else you’d be trapped like you sometimes trap him.

D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning) Charles never really thought domesticity was for him. He wasn’t against domesticity. He loved tribal culture and what family meant in many Native American tribes, it was completely different from how his father viewed domesticity. However, he grew up rather isolated and wandered for many years of his life, never truly belonging anywhere until he met the Van der Lindes. While on the run, what purpose would there be dreaming of domesticity?  The most he would do is pick up someone at the saloon or visit a sex worker. Joining his gang was the first sense of stability that he had in ages until it all fell apart. Yet it wasn’t until he reunited with John Marston in 1907 that he truly began to think about domesticity. It was helping John fix his life that made him realize how the life he wanted to live would look like. Building a house with his own hands and tools, laughter and camaraderie, taking turns cooking ---charles was the best cook by far with John being so-so and Uncle being awful. It was listening to John sometimes half drunken lamenting Abigail leaving him that made him realize how much a good romantic partner can change a man. He knew before on the surface level, but watching John? He really knew. When Abigail came back with Jack, Charles felt the most at peace than he ever had in his life. It was watching Abigail greet John with a kiss on the cheek, or the way she served them breakfast, her gentle chiding of him to eat more. It was watching Jack grow, awkwardness and all. It was watching John try to bond with his son, John and Abigail rocking on the poarch together that realized that was all he wanted. The Marstons and Uncle were crushed when Charles left. Him leaving left a big hole in their heart, but they understood that Charles was more independent and wanted something to call his own. So yes, he absolutely wants domesticity and everything that comes with it. He doesn’t really view tasks as masculine or feminine. He will do half of everything as long as his partner does the same. As I said, he's a decent cook and has always been pretty tidy. He hopes to build a family the same as the Marstons. That would be perfect to him.

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?) Charles loves and hates mornings. He HATES actually being woken up by someone. If you have breakfast for him, then MAYBE he’ll roll out of bed faster. However, he enjoys them if he gets to pick the time to wake up. He loves the quiet of the morning. Some days he’s up before the sun is fully out. Other times, it’s ‘late’ as 9 for him. Some mornings he loves to forage or hunt before the forest is fully awake. Sometimes he has a better chance of catching certain types of animals. It’s the quiet and the crisp air. Other mornings, he likes to lounge in a blanket pile in t he middle of the bed, a blanket cocoon if you will. Yes, you as his partner might be in the middle of cocoon as well. Sometimes it’s a good morning, other times it’s spent quietly cuddling or talking about the day’s events.