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kenobster · 11 months

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u know, once upon a time in a fandom far, far away, my most famous fic was plagiarized. it wasnt word for word, so ao3 didnt do anything abt it. but it was exactly the same. the dialog was paraphrased. Character A threw up, Character B tossed a rock, Characters A and B made a plan to escape. this fic was a perfectly regurgitated summary of my fic. and it was truly, deeply lame.

u know what would have solved the problem entirely? u know what woulda made me see that fic and feel delighted elation instead of nauseous despair?

one link. one mention. one "inspired by" entry.

any of those.

a couple weeks ago i read a fic (published in 2022) that coulda been written better (seemed to lack Passion), but i enjoyed it nonetheless. i commented my enjoyment. today, i woke up, started reading another fic in my queue, and... lo and behold. its the same fic. exact same plot points. but written better (aka more passionately). and published in 2021.

as an author (especially as one who experienced this myself), i am appalled and upset on behalf of the original author.

as a reader, I'm incredibly disappointed. i already know whats going to happen. i dont feel the intended surprise or shock or horror while reading the 2021 fic... bc the thief-author didnt only rob the original author of their work.... they ALSO robbed ME.... of the freshness of the original fic's sensations.

and ya know, its a true tragedy bc it didnt have to happen like this. if id known the truth, i STILL would have read both fics. i still would have enjoyed both. i still would have commented my enjoyment on the 2022 fic. the only difference is that i would have enjoyed both MORE if the thief-author had credited the original author and let me read them in the order i preferred.

if ur gonna rewrite someone's fic, that's fine. thats great. thats a thing you can do! IF u are upfront abt it.

i think probably thief-author felt too much shame thinking their ideas weren't their own to acknowledge the elephant in the room. but thief-author - there IS no shame. if u'd. fucking. credited. i would have loved to see the changes u DID make. the addition of mpreg and a crispier vader and the tea mugs - those were YOURS. i would have read fic 1 and been like ah, yes, cake, good cake, and then read fic 2, thinking yay, two cakes and wow what a bunch of fun surprises to boot.

but ur a thief. so now ill never recommend ur fic in tandem with the original. ill never recommend ur other fics even if those ideas are ur own. ill remove my bookmarks and my comments and my kudos if i can. u didnt gain anything by avoiding credit. u lost something.

dont be like author-thief.

its okay to take ideas. fandom is transformative by nature. but show respect to ur fellow authors and readers. acknowledge the original. ur shame is not protecting u; its actually undoing u. u'll be happier and freer if u give credit where credit is due.

#no im not gonna call author thief out by name #ull have to find it urself #orginal fic author is chunni tho #and their fic is called 'what you are and what youll never be'#if author thief sees this #its not too late to apoligize and give credit #u know what u did #let us forgive u ❤#personal #not SW related

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yourlocalstranger123 · 8 months

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Hello may I request a yandere Imbibitor Lunae (From HSR) with a reader who is a writer and very lazy doesn't mind getting kidnapped as long as the reader (You could pick the gender if u could a male) can write and very flirty and openly affectionate

Take care ❤

I'm not actually sure what you meant, but I'm just guessing that you'd prefer me doing a male so ima do it <3 of course, there isn't much details/words saying out-loud the reader is male so it can still be seen as any gender!

《 I am so sorry if you just wanted full fluff and ur a minor. If you do not feel comfortable with the pictures at the end, I don't mind taking it down!! Again, IM SO SORRY IF U DO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE (つд；*) 》

Warning!: Kidnapping?, ofc yandere theme, broken stuff, stalking, containment, blood, murder, also slight sexual themes under the 2nd set of pictures(aka the mostly sussy one)

MINORS DNI Unless you are okay seeing some slight sexual themes. It's not fully smut, so it's okay rn.

A/N: I will still put gn, female, male reader tags but if you think that the reader is too manly or smt, I'll change it. And sorry if I used wrong tags ALSO ARTIST CREDIT IS AT THE END (except for the official art bc it's og from hsr so)

Info for reader's figure: SORRY IF U DIDN'T WANT THE MALE(or any gender since it doesn't clarify that the reader is a male) READER TO BE TALLER AND IG SLIGHTLY LARGER? IM SORRY. (´д｀|||)

–◇{Imbibitor Lunae}◇–

You simply went out for groceries. Buying some decent ingredients to make food. As you were walking back to your house, you felt someone was watching you. Looking around to see no one's eyes looked at you, you simply shrugged off the feeling and walked home tiredly. (If you had a sharp eye, you would've seen horns and a tail sticking out behind a tree....suprised that no one saw him)

You put the ingredients in the fridge, not feeling like eating dinner today. Yawning as you simply flopped down onto the bed, not even bothering to change clothes. As your eyes finally close as you drift off to sleep, you feel a figure hovering over you. But of course, you didn't get up since it was soooo comfy. Who wants to get off of bed when they FINALLY get a comfortable position to sleep.

So the figure took its advantage and....held your hand-? You feel the figure holding both of their hands to hold yours. You started to feel a bit uneasy. Maybe this is just a dream! Surely it is... you felt the other side of the bed droop as the weight of the person was on it. You can feel them trying to snuggle into your embrace, hearing them hesitantly sigh in delight as they get closer in contact.

This must be a very strange but nice dream..... The next morning, you sat up and stretched out your arms, then remembering that strange "dream" you experienced. Quickly turned your head to the other side of the bed, and you found nothing. Perhaps it was just a realistic dream! Surely no one broke into your house without any traces or not even do anything bad!(yet)

You heard something crashing, quickly running out of your room. You see a bunch of shattered plates, glasses, a broken chair, and....He even dropped the books you hard-workingly wrote on! Is he serious?! You went up to the figure, seeing his eyes widen, but you didn't care. You started lightly scolding him for breaking your books! Now you have to write the whole thing again!(the book wasn't totally a fan fiction, lmao)

His face clearly showed confusion as you continued lightly scolding him. Seeing his tail slightly droop, you stopped and sighed. Forgiving him, you were about to wave him off until you felt his tail wrapping around your leg before he crossed his arms. Frowning(pouting) at you and refused to let you go. You were about to try to get out of his grasp to re-organize the books that fell, but you soon felt dizzy, passing out before you felt him hugging you.

You found yourself in a locked room(his room?) with chains that were tied onto the bed to restrict you going too far. You heard footsteps as you saw a head with horns peeking out of the doorway, then the figure finally showed himself. (why dies he have blood on him?)

You could see him hesitating but soon let himself lay his head on your lap. Tilting his head up to look at you, quietly asking what you want for breakfast. (he's quite cute even though he had blood on him, and the blood is slightly smearing on your shirt and pants) You simply ask for an apple.

He tilted his head in confusion, asking you again, what PROPER breakfast meal do you want. (Yeah, you should get a proper meal. You know who you are) You said again, an apple. He sighed and regrettably had to leave your warmth to give you an apple. (Why weren't you mad at him? Aren't you scared that he kidnapped you?)

Before he left the door, you asked him to give you a pen or pencil and a paper if he could. Which he complied and did, only sitting beside you and watching you write a story down. But as he tried to read it, you covered his face and put away the paper. He tried to move your hands, but when he did, he felt you kiss his forehead. He quickly scooted away, trying to process what had just happened. You kissed him???.....That means you love him, right? It has to be!

You could see the blush forming around his face and neck. Hearing you chuckle made him even blush more. "Oh my, you're red as a tomato!!" You said, slightly laughing. He becomes more embarrassed but so delighted because you love him! Surely, you even kissed him on his forehead! You won't go, you won't leave him or hate him.....right..? He held your hand, hoping for more affection from you. Seeking it, desiring it, needing it

Timeskip:

"Mine..." he mumbles as he snuggles against your palm. He shudders and lets out a soft sigh when you touch his horns. Rubbing the base of his horns, he watches you enjoy touching his horns as you smile. You were about to retract your hand, but he grabbed your wrist and begged for more of your affection and warmth.

Not wanting to let go of you, he wrapped his tail around your body and tightly hugged you in place. He looked so adorable when he frowns(pouts) as he looked up at you. You couldn't resist teasing him,

You held his chin and went closer to his lips. Which in return, his face becomes red as his thoughts explode and are scattered everywhere. He shuts his eyes, waiting for you to kiss him.....but you didn't. He opened his eyes after hearing you chuckle. How mean! You didn't give him a kiss :(

His face was full of shock and disappointment. He desperately tried to get a kiss from you, tugging your sleeve he politely asks for one. He was still satisfied when you smothered his face with kisses(except for the lips, sadly) he flinched when he felt your hands petting his tail. Covering his own mouth from letting out pleasurable sighs.

"You have such beautiful scales." You said, softly picking up the tail closer to your face and kissing it, making him feel flustered. You stared at the fluff on the end of his tail, so you softly pet it too. "It's quite fluffy and soft, I feel like I'm in some sort of paradise," you slightly laughed at the statement you made.

He retracts his tail, and he suddenly rips out a scale from it. He hissed at the pain but soon held both of your hands and put the scale onto it. It was a token of his love. "I would do anything for you to prove my love, even if I have to get my hands dirty, even if I have to injure myself too. So please love me back," He begs. His sanity and life are in your hands. You were still shocked and concerned as he said this. Hearing you sigh, he panicked. Did he do something wrong? He's sorry! Please forgive him, he'll try his best to fix it! :(

He becomes putty in your hands, letting you bandage his tail (although it was a bit hard since his tail was thrashing around as he was very happy for some reason.) You kissed the injury on his tail, making him tilt his head in wonder and blush....

Soon, he lets you out of the room and even outside! Of course not without him. He glares daggers into people. If his stare could kill people, the whole world wouldn't even exist. He was about to kill the merchant that touched your hand! How dare they touch you?! (Poor merchant was trying to give you a sample of food)

And he kills the people who try to flirt with you and dispose of their corpse. He comes home all bloody as you scold him. You had to take HOURS to wash the blood off of him. And it's even worse when it got on the fur of his tail! (One time, he whimpered and moaned by accident when you scrubbed his horns and tail....didn't appear for a whole week unless u were going outside)

But he becomes sooooo flustered when you flirt with him and especially in public. (He thought you were showing people that he was yours....I mean, I can't say it's not true)

He always whines and begs if you don't give him your attention and affection. And of course, all of your love within 2 minutes. And if you don't, you'll have to comfort him that you do love him because he starts over-thinking that you don't anymore or he has done something wrong.

He was getting some empty books for you to write on until he found a book with the exact same writing.....(he may or may have bought it) he definitely bought it. He read the whole context, and whenever you were near him lately, his face turned redder than red itself! (The book was about you and him love life)

Oh, how he loves you.....he wonders how you'll react when he gives you the heart of the person you hate..well, he won't do it now until marriage.

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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idk if your requests are open but your laufey pavitr fic literally made me shed tears -- can i please request a pavitr fic based off of "My Love Mine All Mine" by Mitski? thank u ❤

My Love, All Mine

🕷MASTERLIST💔

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x reader

Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Grief/Mourning, Unrequited Love

Summary: How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay pls forgive me y'all 🙏 ;_;

Also read on AO3

The bustling city around you is lost to the souls who enjoy it. The morning is cold, the breeze chilling your bones but you don't care. You let the bright rays hit your skin, the tears falling down your cheek as you watch the graveyard in grim silence.

Nothing cuts deep like a love untold. And each time, somehow, it hurts more.

The wind blows brown leaves away, twisting and turning as they land on the dull tombstone. You brush off the dust with your hand, sitting down, unable to stop the tears flowing. The dent of engraved letters feel rough and icy against your fingertips. It feels wrong.

He shouldn't be here!

It wasn't supposed to happen, not to him!

One year ago today, he.. he died. And took with him your very life.

You want to cry so hard, you want to scream and shout but you're worn out. Throat gone sore, eyes tired and dried up but the sorrow never left. Heavy bags have formed under your eyes tainting any happiness left.

To the world he may be Spider-Man: a hero demised, to his family he may be Pavitr Prabhakar -a son lost- but to you, he was a friend, a savior and much, much more.

You loved him more than words could say, more than feelings could express; you loved him with all your heart, alone.

After his death, you used to come here with Gayatri, Pav's girlfriend, and grieve together. But as months passed she had moved out of town for the sake of her mental health, wanting to move on. Perhaps she got her closure; maybe you didn't, and that's why you could never forget. Or maybe, because this was all you ever had and you wouldn't let go.

Even if it was gone.

My baby here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth

The little touches that meant nothing to him, the inside jokes, the longing eye contacts that always meant something more to you.. the ghosts of memories past haunts in shattered pieces. How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for him?

He was the first one to like you for being Yourself. Pavitr brought a new perspective to your life. He showed you love when no one would, he gave you a hand when no one else did, he let you know you were valid, he showed what you were worth, he pulled you up from the dumps.

Pavitr gave hope to a withered, trampled rose; he made you come alive.

Except he had Gayatri to reciprocate it. You had to reserve yourself to just enjoying the unfortunate fate of being his friend, swallowing your feelings, however intense they were. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him -even if it hurt you.

You used to sit there, third-wheeling them and just being a spectator of everything you've ever wanted: Him. So near yet so, so far away.

Why you hurt yourself that way and still got addicted to it, you never knew. Maybe you loved the pain, maybe it was the kind of drug that keeps you alive. It had you going, looking forward to enjoying the littlest things in life, the most insubstantial interactions and most trivial of feelings. It made life brighter in general, it gave a weird rush in your veins. The possibility of it growing into something more toying cruelly with your gullible heart.

The pain, it was indescribable; like a crown of thorns squeezing your bleeding heart to the last drop. It hurt, and it felt so good.

But this was a different kind of pain. It's permanent and it's... forever. This wasn't the drug type of pain, this just came in and ripped the life from your hands, leaving you soulless; empty.

This is kind of pain that tears you apart limb from limb; a pain that leaves you broken forever.

The moonlight shines bright upon the edge of the cliff, illuminating the red and blue colored mask in your hand. you run your fingers over it again and again, feeling the material. The eye-lens are so wide and bright, expressive just like him. You let the stray tear slip down, tasting the salt on your lips.

The moon is full, but you feel empty.

He's here, he's here with me. He's gone nowhere. He's here, he's here!

You won't move on; you can't move on. You're stuck and you can't help it. You embrace yourself around the knees and shudder, crying.

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you?

You lean back and lie down on the grass, never taking your eyes off the moon, the beauty radiant. Perhaps one day you would go there too? Become a star in the sky and shine down on people like you, yearning for the tiniest bit of love. Is love that expensive?

Perhaps that had been too much to ask. Or maybe some simply must not ask.

Clutching his torn mask to your chest, your eyes droop as you slowly drift off to sleep, the radiant face and shining hair of Pavitr Prabhakar bleeding into your thoughts. He's here, he's here.

So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you

There is a price we all must pay and yours cost yourself. But you're not left with nothing.

Your love you own; only your love, all yours. And thus it remains forever.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

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Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading ♡

A/N: I am working on all the others, thank you so much for requesting and waiting! (hopefully i'll post them soon too!🤞)

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the-book-gnome · 2 years

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Hey , just started using tumblr app after reading ACOTAR and being completely obsessed with Azriel......and this is the first page I've followed..Really loved your writing..It gives such a butterflies in the stomach 🥰❤...Can u please make post about Azriel's Sex habit ( sex habits with not just anyone but with his mate and the female he truly loves ) ...Please make hugesh post about this one...I'm really looking forward to that one ...please consider my request..plz plzz 🥺🙏It'll be soo good if you'll make it as smutty as possible but in loving and caring way...Making it look like perfect gentleman while doing it 🥺💗

Of course I’ll write this since I’m madly in love with Azriel♥️♥️

He was a very private person, so he was never a fan of PDA, besides hand hold and maybe a few kisses on your head he never really touched you in front of others

That leads to him being super touchy whenever the two of you are alone, even if he was exhausted from the day he had, he would always try and have sex with you, which usually ends with you forcing him to go to bed

Let’s just say when he’s not tired he can last for hours, he tends to overstimulate you because he gets so lost in the feeling he can’t help himself

He loves missionary, it gets him off seeing how much his cock or fingers can affect you

He never wants you to do any of the work, he says that you should just relax and enjoy without worrying about him or yourself

Azriel is a huge praise guy, he’ll tell you how perfect you're doing for him and how good you feel around his cock, and if you're giving him head he hardly ever stops talking, the only times he does is when he moaning

He always makes sure you cum first of you two are making it quick, he wants you to feel just as good as him and he’ll never leave you high and dry unless he’s punishing you for misbehaving

Speaking of misbehaving he has rules you have to follow and if you don’t you get punished, usually by spanking or edging, he’ll go at you for hours without letting you cum, leaving you a crying mess begging for his forgiveness

He’s never too rough with you, if he know you won’t be able to handle something then he’ll stop

He uses the mating bond to check in on you since half the time you can hardly for two words, he’ll give you little break while she’s making sure your alright, sending his love and admiration through the bond

His shadows love to mess with you, during family dinners they will wrap around your thighs, inching high and higher until they reach what they want

They will start slow, circling your clit, they were careful to hide the scent of your pleasure from everyone, including Azriel

They wouldn’t give you a break until you came two or three times, then whispering in their master's ear about what they did, no matter how many times he told them not to, they were just too obsessed with you not to

When it came to aftercare he was always gentle with you, even when he was upset, he would bathe you, holding you to his chest as he washed you

After the both of you were clean he’d put one of your nightgowns on your and then wrap you in the massive pulled of blankets he kept on his bed

He would wrap his wings around you, one of his hands stroking your hair while the only drew circles against your back, using the mating bond to lull you into a deep sleep causing

#azriel smut #azriels shadows #acotar x reader #acotar #reader smut #azriel shadowsinger #azriel headcanons

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skeleboiii84 · 2 years

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Hi... Ima a big fan ,I had a request could u do mafiatale and mafiafell sans x reader angst, fluff and maybe smut

Helloooo There darling!! <3 this has been a long time coming I sincerely apologize for the wait sweetie 🥺

I just didn't know how or where to go with this story but I think ik where I'll take it! I'm so happy your a fan of my writing your so sweet you've waited a while for this so I'll make it as long as I can 😊❤💙

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Come back out sweetheart.. Please..?

(A mafiafell sans X mafiatale sans X reader) angst, fluff and a lil smut

You ran up to your bedroom in tears and slammed the door behind you. You sat on the floor as you cried into your knees. Sans and butch had been fighting again, when you tried to stop them they both shouted at you to stay out of it.

They immediately calmed down when they saw the tears in your eyes you couldn't handle being shouted at, they knew that. But you didn't wait for an answer you ran straight up with tears silently rolling down your cheeks.

"Dollface..? Ya.. Uh ya in there..? " said a soft low voice from outside the door it was butch. When you didn't answer sans chimed in "we're sorry baby.. We didn't mean to upset ya.. ", butch decided to add" yea.. We really are..we shouldnt have raised our voices at ya..come back out sweetheart..please..?" you could hear how sincere they sounded so you slowly opened the door avoiding their gaze.

Sans put his hand on your cheek and wiped a falling tear, causing you to look him in the sockets. "We know you were tryin ta help babe but sometimes if we fight we don want you gettin involved is all" sans said softly. Butch nodded in agreement and took your right hand to give it a gentle kiss.

"We're sorry" they said it at the same time looking up at you as they were on their knees because they knew it tugged your heart strings.

You sniffed "I'll forgive you.. " you mumbled, they both bounced up to shower you in kisses until you stopped them before they could. "If" they looked at you with a confused look. "If? " sans asked.

You composed yourself before stating "if I get you two all day tomorrow with cuddles, kisses and attention", you puffed out you're cheeks and turned from their gaze.

You're little fit was rudely interrupted by being tackled to the bed. "Ahh! " you shrieked as they both pinned you down. "Come on doll Ya'know we can't take days off just for a lil fuck around", butch chuckled. " do you want me to forgive you? " you huffed at him.

But that huffed turned into a gasp as he rubbed up you're hips and sans kissed you're neck lightly biting it too. You let out a soft moan as your neck and hips were sensitive. "How bout we make you forgive us~? " sans said in a low tone in your ear that sent a shiver up you're spine.

"Mhnng~ you'd have to work for it~" you whined. "That's our naughty girl~" butch ran his fingers up your warmth causing a sinful moan to fall from your lips.

The night was let's just sayy passionate~😉😉

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Again I really do apologize for the wait darling 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

You've been very patient with me, but alas I have delivered! So enjoy your mafia boys if you want some more smut let me know through my ask box and I'll get on it! 💙❤

Again enjoy darling you deserve your husbones<33

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everythingisblue-if · 2 years

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Hello! Congratulations on brain storming such a beautiful and engrossing story. ☺ I'm so hooked and honestly I look forward to the updates so much! You are a lovely person too... You always routinely answer asks and it's so amazing that u give us such beautiful and satisfying answers too. Kudos!!! I have an ask too - if the ROs are in an established relationship say for example married ( except for Henry... Because he won't 😞) what would their reactions be if the f!MC had a major trauma and forgot everything about them and their relationship... So the would have to start over again! .. I'm here for the bittersweet angst especially Henry and Lane.!! Thank u ❤

This is a nice and complicated ask. Someone asked me to do something similar to this for Simon, so I just combined Simon, Lane, and Henery to answer this ask. I had to think about this for a second, and think I gave you a good answer.

Lane

He stares at you across the long, wooden table. You pick at your food, spreading it around the blue plate. One of his hands clutched at his knee beneath the table as he felt the urge to sit closer to you. You glance at him, making eye contact and he smiles at you. He watches you duck your head, not returning his smile. His grin falls and replaces it with a cold, stone mask. This situation was not ideal for him, but he knows it was harder for you to not remember. He yearned to tell you the tales of your romance and adventure, but you’ll be scared and confused like the first time you woke up in your shared bed, different than your queen bed in your home. Lane loved you, but he didn’t know how to tell you without chasing you away. He’ll continue trying, but he’s not sure if your memory of him will return.

Simon

Simon leans his head against a pillar, watching you deny the help of an maid dressing you. Your face was frustrated and Simons remembers when that frustration was sometimes directed at him. He loved that look, though. Now, the only look you give him is one of confusion and anxiety. He relocated to a spare bedroom next to you as you slept in the bed you shared. This was absolute torture for him and he wanted you to recollect these memories of him, which seems impossible at this time. You confided in him on a way of the kingdom, and he couldn’t have looked less crestfallen. His love, his best friend, and sole confidant wanted to leave him behind, without any memories of him at all. He’d do anything to keep you here and help you remember. He had to. He moves away from the pillar and moves his view away from you.

Henery

Henery didn’t know what to do. Except keep you locked in your room with mages and doctors across the land trying to find a cure. He paces outside of the room—a room he was not allowed in. His room. Your room. He couldn’t help but remember the look of disgust and anger on your face when he tied you to the bedpost of your bed. You’ll get over it, he thought. Once you remember, he may have to find another bed to sleep on, but you’ll forgive him and laugh about the experience. This was the thought that kept him from regretting his decision for you. Helping you recover your memories was the top priority, and you’ll thank him for this after everything’s over. That’s what he hopes, at least. He’s called in a ton of favors to restore your memories of him and the kingdom, but his patience is wearing thin. He stops pacing. He can’t let his…love, succumb to blank gaps in your mind. He needs you to remember.

Thank you for your ask! I will be accepting more since I am bored and love answering questions or reactions. Have a great day, theflawlaceone!

#everything is blue #if #ask #ro asks #lane #henery #simon #ros #asks

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straykeeju · 2 years

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hi! first, i really love this blog!! it's really interesting seeing how you write the different skz members as yanderes!! ❤❤❤ idk if this counts as a request or goes along with the rules, but could you detail the yandere profiles that you have for each member? (if you can't do all of them, maybe just han and hyunjin?) like, what kind of yanderes do you see them as and how do they interact with their obsession? thanks so much, keep up the good work!! ❤💟💖

I'll just do Jisung and Hyunjin for now! Gonna work on a yandere profile post eventually!

Jisung is the kind of yandere who will be delusional when it comes to his own behavior. He underestimates the violence and insanity that's dominating his head and manages to excuse his behavior to himself always. He's convinced that he would make a perfect partner for his y/n. He is angry at their resistance and tears. Tears specially are something that will always bring him to rage. If his y/n cries he will always get violent, insulting and humiliating.

Basically at any point where they're reflecting his violent behavior he'll get even more angry and unhinged. If they cry after a punishment or ask him to go home or see their parents he'll tie them up and hurt them repeatedly with his own hands and/or knifes. He uses derogatory terms for his someone during punishments always. "You dumb fucking little baby! Why'd you cry?? Are you really that stupid that you don't know I'll get angry if you try to deny me a kiss?"

Jisung will most likely have a seperate room for his someone and only let them into his room when he thinks they deserve it. He craves for physical contact but he can't be bothered with their disobedience. He also rids himself of hearing their sobs and screams at night so he can see himself as the victim in the long run.

Hyunjin is very aware of his obsession and he absolutely hates it. He feels superior to his someone and the fact that he's the obsessed one and not them is the only thing that taints this superiority. His method is trying to hide his obsession (not very successfully) and painting his someone as basically unworthy of his attention.

He'd humiliate and punish his someone for even little mistakes and sometimes just because he feels like it. He would also in the beginning of the relationship stir up some insecurity in them. "You want to touch my hand bug? Who told you, you could do so without my permission? If you want to hold it ask me nicely and I'll consider it."

Despite his degrading attitude he longs for his someone a lot and can't keep them far away from him. They're always in his room o4 near him so he can hold them and play with their cheeks. He doesn't believe in isolation as a punishment but he will ignore his someone and only forgive them when they come begging on their knees.

Don't provoke or upset yandere Hyunjin tho, he will take it as a personal attack and his punisments can be harsh if he wants to. "Did you just say no to me??? I think you just did. Now what will I do to u next....?"

-admin squish

#yandere stray kids #yandere blurb #yandere profile #yandere kpop #yandere hyunjin #yandere han #yandere jisung #yandere imagines

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sankttealeaf · 1 month

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Hello there - I was wondering when did you first start liking durgetash? How did you get the inspo for your story? ps Im a huge fan ❤

hi anon!! thank u!! <3

the thing that dragged me headfirst into the depths of durgetash hell was the prayer for forgiveness! i went into the dark urge playthrough knowing very little! (started rue's run in early september but only got around to actually playing her in early october! (act 3 was lagging so bad on my first playthrough i needed to jump ship to simpler times)

seeing other peoples interpretations of their durge & gortash got me thinking a little more about rue & gortash and what they couldve been like! i went into rue's playthrough knowing i was going to romance gale and went woah, theres some similarities between the two there. rue has a type!

(fun fact: my first tav playthrough & the beginnings of my durgetash era overlapped so when i got to meet gortash as my tav, cassiopeia, i was only slightly taken in by him. did not trust him at all, though. stupid man)

i think i love the tragedy of it all. no matter what relationship your durge has with gortash, its still one of closeness. and to have someone you worked hard with ripped from you, only to return now wanting to destroy everything youve made? thats gotta hurt.

as for my fic it kind of started as a series of one shots i started writing, never really with the intent to publish them! i wanted to work out how rue acted before the tadpoling and how different she was then!

the original plan was just a collection of moments shared between rue and gortash throughout their time together. back then rue was still called rue, i hadnt given her another name to further separate her life before & after being tadpoled. i also really wanted to make little letters and notes that you find in the game to go along with the writing. however i only ever made gortash's initial request for a meeting.

(as u can see below. i thought it was a cool concept. no idea how i wouldve fully executed it though)

then it sort of spiralled from there! what if rue and enver were friends as kids? what if they keep finding each other over and over again? what if they always fall to the same fate? i love tragic romances, friendships that are doomed to fail, relationships that can only end one way, so it was very fun to explore all this with them!!

the title was originally a title from a one shot i started writing about them. i think the phrase "let sleeping dogs lie" is very them - after all, why disturb what is a peaceful alliance? why ruin it by admitting feelings or saying words they shouldnt? also dog imagery & rue go hand in hand (despite me saying she's cat coded)

i had key events planned from the start that i wanted to happen, the main thing being how rue lets down her guard over the course of their friendship & how that becomes her downfall!

i also wanted to use this as a way to not only explore rue and gortash, but rue and orin, too!! it meant i could write in their povs, get into their brains and work out why they do what they do! i love villainous characters and finding out the root cause behind their actions (im currently running a curse of strahd dnd game and did the exact thing for strahd - writing up his motivations and intentions to give me better access into his headspace & why he acts like he does!)

at the start i never really intented to publish it on ao3. i added the little prologue after writing the second chapter, and then i decided to bite the bullet and post it! i made this account to share my writing, why not do that!!

im still a little in shock at how many people have enjoyed reading it & especially how many people love rue. ive never written any oc x canon before so it was a little scary putting her out there for the world to see!! sometimes i get that little voice in my head that goes "gr. youre being cringe" and i have to bap it away before it can rot my brain. im allowed to have silly characters and make them kiss other characters - no one can stop me!!

this got a little longer than i intended, but thanks anon!! <3 i hope this has been a lil insightful about the behind the scene of my very chaotic brain behind this fic! its all ive been thinking about for 6ish months now (oh gods)

#; tea time #anon #shoutout to anyone in the 'rue lovers' club!#youre the best #and if youve ever read any of my work and enjoyed it #youre also the best #going to return back to writing the next chapter - this impromptu question time has been really fun though!!!!#my ask box is always open!#; let sleeping dogs lie

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buoyant-breeze · 3 years

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baths with genshin characters..... ❤❤💞♥️💞🥰😘😭😭😭😭 if u can, could u do that one but with xiao, albedo and kazuha? 🥺🥺🥺 love u MWAH

authors note ⊱ im gonna scream u chose a handful of my faves,,,,,,,, I ADORE THIS,,,, I PRESENT TO U UR FEAST,,, I LOVE U TOO MWAH MWAH!!

part one (diluc, kaeya)

part three (childe)

part four (venti, zhongli)

characters ⊱ xiao, albedo, kazuha

warnings ⊱ mentions of literal trauma but no details are given! other than that, completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ sfw, but mildly suggestive (for albedo’s and ESPECIALLY kazuha’s), so viewer discretion is advised, id probably reccommend 16+ for kazuha’s

xiao

you bathe together, but it is mostly you bathing him

xiao does not know how to treat himself gently, to be forgiving and kind with his emotional scars and lingering effects of trauma

you initiate this like you initiate most of your interactions with him; you pull him in gently, guiding him towards the bath, and he looks at you in question, but he trusts you, so he follows your lead

he’s a little embarrassed, borderline shy, but he doesn’t resist when you wet down his hair, running creamy soap through it

when you touch his shoulders and tenderly wash his skin, it’s... it’s vulnerable, it’s special, and it is overwhelmingly pure

he has never been loved like this. not even by himself

but there you are, taking your time, caring for him, not judging him even when he was at his most fragile

he’s trembling by the end of it, breath leaving him in shaky, shallow exhales

he can’t tell you what it means to him aloud, because he can’t find the words, and what ones he could piece together don’t quite emulate what he feels

but what he can do, and what he does, instead, is he turns around in the tub slowly, hands lingering on your sides, resting his mouth against your forehead

and then, before you know it, he’s reciprocating everything you gave him, right back at you

his touch is gentle; as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear

you probably linger in the water after, enjoying each other’s company in relative silence, simply being a comfort to one another

and when it grows cold, he helps you out of the bath, pressing an inaudible thank you into the exposed spaces of your skin

albedo

he’s the type of person that would bathe you as a form of comfort

you’ve had a rough day, you’re tired, your eyes are puffy from crying, you haven’t been in the best mental space, the whole deal—and he presses his lips to your eyelids and says, “come on, let me take care of you.”

and he means it. he takes care of you.

he draws you a warm bath, but he also brings you some tea. he gently helps you undress, lightly batting your fingers away when you try to help—and if you keep insisting, he shakes his head and murmurs, “more efficient this way. and you need to be loved for a while.”

it’s almost heartbreakingly sweet: he asks you if the temperature is okay, alters it to your liking, and then he helps you into the bath, stroking back your hair against your head, damping it down

to put this more into perspective: when we’re in our adolescence, generally, we’re always taken care of by someone. that person always takes their time with us, giving us patience, accepting us even at our lowest. because we mean something to them. but at some point, we grow older, and people no longer give us that same, unconditional love, nor do they give us that patience, that kindness, that acceptance, and that care

but albedo does, he will give you all of those things and it’s overwhelming because when was the last time someone loved you like that? if ever?

and it makes his way of viewing this, his way of saying ‘you need to be loved for a while,’ hit a little differently

because he’s loving you. he’s showing you love because you need it and you deserve it, and it’s incomparable to any love you could fully give to yourself—not because your self-love is inferior, but because someone else is seeing worth in you, just like you see worth in yourself

so, he’s taking care of you the entire way through.

you have your tea, you sit in the bath, and he does most of the work. his touch is attentive and lingering, radiating nothing but comfort and assurance.

the entire time, he’s talking to you softly, maybe saying certain things to try and get you to smile or laugh, even though his humor is pretty dry. sometimes tells you compliments, things he loves about you. it’s easy for him to ramble, but it’s also easy for him to listen. (you can tell him about what troubles you. you can tell him about old memories. you can tell him about random trivia you learned. you can just tell him how you feel, or what you’re thinking, or what you want to do. whatever it is, he’ll listen, remember, and ask questions.)

not the type of person to really bathe with you; he might shower with you, but that carries a decently-sized risk of getting heated

dries you off personally, but it is a slow, sensual act, where he is taking his time, treasuring you, leaving fleeting kisses on your skin whenever he can

kazuha

loves, loves, loves bathing with you; he probably asks you to join him

it’s vulnerable enough where he might blush, but there is no shyness to the way he leads you in

there is also no shyness to his touch

it is very much body worship in nature—he caresses the shape of you, memorizing each nook and cranny, whispering poetic comparisons into your damp shoulder as he helps you scrub clean. he might compare any freckles or sunspots to starlight and constellations, scars and stretchmarks to lightning and thunderstorms, or your softness to clouds and flower petals.

he says these things airily, as if he is winded by the sight of you alone, and given how sincere he is, it is most certainly true

it is easy for this sensual act to turn into a more intimate territory (if that was within your comfort zone), so there is always that, as well

it’s just too tempting for him to get lost in you, enraptured by your intricacies; he just wants to know them all

loves physical affection, so he’s very touchy/handsy the entire time; he leaves kisses behind your ear whenever he pushes your hair back, he mouths along your shoulder or your throat, and his hands tend to wander as he works

but as much as he loves giving, ever inclined to be a service to you, he also adores recieving

he melts when you run your hands through his hair, or lather his skin with soap; he is leaning into your touch like an eager cat, eyes fluttering closed, sighing deeply and openly with pure relief

ticklish on his scars; he’ll giggle under his breath each time you ghost your hands over the raised skin

likes to cuddle a bit in the bath afterwards, clinging onto your body in the warm water until it’s just about to become cold

by the time you two come out, you’re both pretty pruny, and he will kiss your wet-wrinkled fingers with adoring eyes and a soft laugh

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Hello hun. How are you? How's life?

So. I'm a thick voleyball player. You know thick thighs, big boobs, ass and a little bit of tummy. How would react Law to your game. Like when you spike how your boobs jiggle as you fall back in the ground. When you recieve the ball he looks at you thighs and ass. And when other gyus cheer and flirt with you he gets jealous. And the he (dis)respectfully fucks you 😁. Nipple play(especially)(I have stretch marks on my boobs and thighs). Thigh fucking. Everything

Hiiii darling! First I wanna say that I know close to nothing about volleyball hahaha. The little knowledge I have comes from watching Haikyuu! so I hope I don't get the terms wrong. If I do, please forgive me 🙈. Buuut I think you will be able to enjoy it despite the mistakes as the nsfw part compensates for them. [Extra smut for you ♥] Enjoy & thank u for your request, love u ❤ ~

NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Set, Spike, Bang!

TW: NSFW. Intercrural sex. Nipple play. Marking. Semi public sex. Rough sex. Unprotected sex. Possessive behavior.

WC: 1642

For more Law content, visit my Law's Masterlist ♥

The sound of the whistle marks the start of the match. Your team and you are super hyped up, not only because you want to win the match to get a pass to the next tournament, but also because you are all using brand new uniforms. You have chosen to wear really tight black shorts that cover only your ass and perfectly squeezes your thighs. Your shirt is also black with red stripes on each side, so your waist gets even more defined. Your boobs get trapped inside the black cloth marking its silhouette perfectly. All in all, best uniform so far, comfort for playing and amazing view for Law.

Law, your boyfriend, is sitting on the steps of the court. He stands out from any other person, caramel skin, grey eyes, black hair, longest legs. Even straight men drool over his image… but, tonight once your team has entered the playground all eyes are on you. “That girl is thick…”, “Boy look at those thighs…”.

Law’s ears are on fire, he is trying to think about anything else besides murdering those men. But he remains calm because he is also lost in your figure. His head can only imagine how much he is gonna fuck you once you are at home, no matter how sore or tired you feel after the match.

The teams fight for the glory, points counting sometimes yours, sometimes from your rivals. The setter passes you the ball, you jump, you fly and spike perfectly. And of course, gravity does its job, boobs jiggling once you land on the ground. Your breasts beg to be freed from the mixed polyester and elastane of your shirt.

And Law, at this point has covered his crotch with everything he can, as his arousal begins to tent his pants. He is sweating as much as you do, and he is not even playing. He tries to focus on the match, but he, of course, can’t. Whenever you run, the way your legs move against the mini short, how sometimes your ass gets even pressed into that cloth.

“Come on, (Name)!” your team shouts. You are receiving the ball; it comes directly to you, and you are there to save it from hitting the ground. You crunch enough letting the ball hit your wrists, pulling it up. The fabric of those shorts stretches so perfectly, as your ass flashes in front of your horny boyfriend -and some of the other attendants -. And of course, those can’t shut the fuck up. And inside Law pure hatred fights with the arousal. A mix of explosive feelings.

Once you stand up, you look at him for an instance, piercing your hot babe with your eyes. A sexy smile over your shoulder, and you are back at the play. Law’s cheeks, red. Law’s dick, hard. Law’s patience for those disgusting comments, zero. “She is my girlfriend, have some respect for any woman, not only her!” he says, with that severe expression the doctor only has. The men, of course, who give a fuck about respecting women, but respects men excuse themself as fast as they know that he is your boyfriend. -Yet, not for so long…

The matches ended up on your side, your team wins, and everyone cheers up all of you. But of course, some men don’t really care about volleyball at all… a so-called “local newspaper reporter” approaches you. The man shoves his phone on your face, coming closer to you. “You are the queen of the court, tell us how you feel!?”, “You are so pretty, you should be in the magazines!”. He keeps telling you all that stuff, allowing you to say nothing but a few words. Law is right behind the guy, you can see his assassin's face, you can feel the tension.

“Law…” you whisper before he snatches the reporter from his collar and pulls him away from you. “Go the fuck away” he says, calm, but with flames into his eyes. The guy widens his eyes and runs faster to the other side of the court -probably to harass another woman in spandex shorts -. “You, come here” Law tells you, with a beckoning finger.

“What is it?” you tell him, but he does not answer. He takes you by your hand and makes you follow him. “Where are we going, babe?”. “Enter” he says and pushes you into the bathroom. “Babe…?” you say, giggling. You know exactly what’s going on, and you are going to enjoy it like hell.

Law pushes you into a stall and closes the door. “I can’t wait” he says and pins you against the bathroom wall. The cold tiles hit your skin, cooling down your body from the match, but stimulating your nipples through such a tight shirt. “Law… right here?” you ask, laughing and biting your lip. “If you prefer the middle of the court, I’m ok with it. I just wanna fuck you” he whines in your ear, while he lowers the zipper of his jeans.

He rubs his hard swollen member against your spandex shorts. “I just want to ruin this fabric with my cum. You are mine. I want the others who dare to look at your ass to see you are mine”. “Mhh, Law, I’m yours either way, babe” you tell him, and try to turn around so you can kiss him. But he doesn’t allow you to do that. “Stay like this” he commands. Law grabs your hands and takes them to the wall, above your head.

“Good girl” he says and sticks his dick in between your inner thighs. “Keep them closed, I want to feel those thick thighs” he moans, and starts moving his hips back and forth, jerking his dick with the skin of your intercrural region. While he does so, his hands travel inside your shirt and reach your breasts. “I see the cold wall has made your nipples hard” he says, smirking and biting the lobe of your ear.

At this point, you feel your core dripping wet. The way Law breathes, so messy and accelerated. The way he pinches your nipples with those inked fingers is making you moan loud, really loud. He pinches, pulls, and twists them, making your legs tremble, you need release, you need him inside you.

Law grunts and comes, sticky warm seed staining your shorts, dripping all over your inner thighs. “Mine” he says, short of breath and turns you around. He kisses you so violently, his tongue invading every inch of your mouth, breathing rapidly into it. Panting, agitated, greedy for more.

“Take this thing off” he says, while helping you to take your team’s shirt. He yanks your brassiere, and your wonderful breasts are ready for him. Big, turgent, stretch marks from the way they get into what they are now, Law’s kairoseki, his kryptonite, his weakness. “Mine!” he says once again and pounces into your chest.

He spits on your nipples; saliva drops over them make you squirm. His long fingers trace circles around your most sensitive part, making your eyes roll back and moan his name. “You like it? huh?” he says. You nod, frenetically, lost into the pleasure. “Let me taste them” he says and now is using his mouth to suck the hell out of your tits.

Soft, and not so soft, bites. Pulling your nipples while he got them trapped with his teeth. Sharp feeling that makes you incredibly aroused. His hands squeeze your boobs together so he can suck them at the same time, sometimes alternating in between the right and left one. And you are about to come, because what he does on your nipples seems to be enough to make you burst into an orgasm. “Law…La..w” you mumble, panting.

“I know, I know… You want me to fuck you, right?” he says, muffled words by the tits on his mouth. “Uhum… fuck me” you beg. “Take this out, then” he says, and slides, brutally, down your little shorts. The reduced space of the bathroom stall does not stop your sex beast lover in any sense. He knows exactly how to fuck you without any problem.

He pushes you against the wall, once more. “Put one leg up over the toilet” he commands, lifting your right leg by your thigh. “Hm, fuck babe… you know how much I love these juicy thighs?” he says, squeezing the tissue of your legs. “These marks, damn, so sexy”.

And before you could say anything, Law is already guiding his cock inside your core. “So wet…” he says while the tip of his dick leads the way inside you. And deep inside he goes, and you moan, grateful for the loud music they are playing after the match over the court.

Law fucks you so rough, so deep, so hard your legs progressively get weaker and weaker. The muscle stress of the match is nothing compared to his merciless hip movements in and out of you. “Getting tired, my little slut?” he asks, laughing. “Y-yes” you answer, voice cracking.

“Let me help you, then” Law says, and suddenly snatches you by your legs, lifting you up. You cross your legs around his hips, and he presses your back against the wall. He fucks you rough, holding your juicy body with his tattooed arms. He bites your lips, while he grunts, and you moan. And you cum, and he does too. Law fills you to the point you feel your insides explode, cum dripping to the ground.

“You are mine, and that uniform gets me so hard…” he says, resting his forehead over yours while he lets you stand. “That’s why you wouldn’t miss any match before we met, right?”. “Heh…” he smirks, sexily.

“Let’s continue celebrating your victory at home, shall we?”. “After you, sir..." ♥ ~

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years

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Hii, can u do headcanons with Liebe, Henry, Rill and Nozel where Reader is asking them if they could hug her? Thank u very much! ❤

I LOVE THIS! We're getting a lot of cute and fluffy request and I loveeeee it (ㅅꈍ ˘ ꈍ)

Liebe | Henry | Rill | Nozel x f! reader

Liebe

"Finally a day off from Asta!" he yawned and stretched his limbs as he lay down on the grass meadows beside you

"And I miss you~" you turned to face him with a grin.

Liebe blushed a little, he was still not used to words of affection like these, although he does say his "i love yous" before bed every night.

You giggled at his shy reaction. Usually you will stop the teasing at this point, but today you just missed your devil boyfriend a little extra and was happy to finally be able to spend some time with him.

"I want a hug." you demanded.

His eyes widened as his mouth parted a little, his mouth left agape. You could see the tip of his ears slowly turning a shade of scarlet red. He couldn't continue to keep his eye contact with you as he turned to face the skies above him.

His arm slowly and quietly stretched towards you, giving you space to lay in his arms. You took the cue to roll into it, leaning your head on his chest.

You could hear his heart ramming against his ribcage as his arm wrapped itself around your figure.

Henry Legolant

Henry knew that his girl has been feeling down lately due to work and he was feeling absolutely helpless because he has no idea how to help make her feel better.

She was packing her bags and getting ready for tomorrow's work and Henry gently stroked her head, "I'm sorry that I can't do anything to relieve your stress cupcake, please let me know if I can do anything at all for you."

You looked into his golden orbs, concern laced all over his face as you heaved a happy sigh.

"Hug me."

"huh?" the white haired knight looked at you dumbfounded.

You opened your arms wide, waiting for him.

He quickly wrapped his long arms around you, enveloping you in his embrace. He gave a chaste kiss to your temples, "I'm so proud of you, giving your best to your work and I love you y/n."

"Mhmm, you're all I need to take the stress away" you nodded, contented in your lover's arms, "I love you too"

Rill Boismortier

You were hella angry and Rill Boismortier has no idea how to pacify you.

"I'm sorry y/n!! It really slipped my mind, I'm sorry!" he tried giving you his best puppy face but you pouted even harder as crossed your arms in front of your chest and let out an angry huff.

"I'm sorry my sweetheart~" he patted your head, "I didn't mean to forget our date.."

"Over a painting I might add." you said matter-of-factly. The young captain was so drawn into his current painting that he absolutely forgot he was supposed to pick you up for a date. And you waited for hours for him all dressed to your nines, with an empty stomach.

"I was even worried that something actually happened to you."

"You're the sweetest girl ever!" he dramatically pouted, "I'll give you anything you want, name it and I'll give it to you!"

"I want a hug." you said softly, still pouting.

"Y-yes! My princess!" he couldn't believe his ears at first, after 30mins of grovelling for your forgiveness, you finally decided to give him a chance card.

He quickly pulled you into a tight hug and nuzzled his face into your hair.

Nozel Silva

You had crossed the lines this time, he gave simple instructions for you to just stay home and rest because you just recovered from a fever but you snuck out while he was gone.

Worst? You pushed yourself too hard and you had a mini white out. Your husband was extremely worried and had to drop all his work and pick you up when he heard the news from Dr Owen.

You were fine but boy was your hubby fuming. Especially so after he found out you went out just to buy some groceries.

He did not utter a single word on his mercury eagle on the way home.

"Are you still mad, honey?" you tugged at his sleeves when you both reached your room and closed the doors.

"No." he simply uttered as he stood still, not looking at you. You walked to his front.

"Then give me a hug." you pouted.

His eye lids twitched a little, you were unsure out of annoyance of fondness, but he closed his eyes and gave a little sigh. He opened his arms slightly to let you step in them, melting into your husbands embrace.

His hand snaked around your waist and the other stroking your hair, "don't go running around when you're not well again."

-end-

I'm glad there was Liebe!!! And as usual I always over do it with Nozel, sigh. my heart. is bursting. with fluff .

#black clover scenarios #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover imagines #black clover x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover liebe #liebe black clover #liebe x reader #henry legolant x reader #rill boismortier x reader #nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader

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sneakymalou · 3 years

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Aaaaaah, you're baaaaaack!! I'm so happy ;;u;; Since asks and requests seem to be open, can I request hcs for Hop with a reader who doesn't like relying on others?? Whenever she gets into dangerous situations, she tries to solve the problem on her own and get injured pretty often because of it. I really want to see some hurt/comfort Hop content!!

I’m so happy about this message ! You made my day sweetie ❤

Hop x reader 🦔

A wound. Hop’s heart broke when he found out you were hurt.

He told you before, when you’re hurt, he’s hurt as well.

You tried to hide it for day, too much used to handle things on your own. It’s just the way you are, the way you always were.

When he found out, you almost argued. Battling verbally was rare, for the both of you.

“That’s nothing Hop ! Let it go !” you argued back with a sharp tongue.

Of course you regretted both your words and tone.

Hop’s sad expression broke your heart.

He left you there, with your anger, sadness and regret.

For the first time in ages, you burst out into tears.

You waited for your boy to come back.

One hour.

Than two.

When five hours ran on the clock, you went out in emergency, in urge, and thank to your team and especially your Charizard, you found him in the very place you first confessed your feelings.

Hop was crying, alone.

Without hesitation, you wrapped his body with your frailed arms, and let go of your own tears.

“Forgive me, love...” you murmured with a broken voice.

The minute you spoke, he held you tight against his chest, rubbing your back softly.

“Nothing to forgive, my butterfly... I should’ve known that you were a true warrior !” he responded with a soft, gentle voice.

Hop kissed your temple as you giggled.

“Your warrior only, then...” you admitted, cupping his cheeks in your hands, ready to offer your lips in atonement.

“Only if you accept my help this time. Your wound needs to be treated properly...”

Before his determination, you smiled as if you just fell in love one more time.

“Deal, my sweet nurse...”

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wulg · 2 years

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it's ok... i forgive u for liking tomatoes as long as u let me hate them with my whole being ❤

here's the deal: you give me your tomatoes so i can get rid of them (by eating them). i think this can benefit both of us

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cyancherub · 2 years

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hello cassie ❤ i'm just a random subscriber but still i want to let u know that u just started this goddamn gojo brainrot in me...........how??? i don't know i didn't even like this character while watching jjk 😭😭👍🏻 but your posts just awakening something in me!!! still trying to resist though

and also thank you for your works, you are DEFINITELY among the authors on this lovely website whose writing's helping me to develop my vocabulary (english is my second language, sorry if i sound weird/strange/cringy or sth) 😎

my personal present to you: a MEME with a cat which says a russian word пососи (pronounced as posose??pososi??? idk) which means "suck it" and i genuinely consider it to be funny..........ok maybe cringy but i hope you'll forgive me 🤡

ааа привет юлия !!!! спасибо за это приятное сообщение) <3 и axaxa))) im glad i could start the gojo brainrot !!! LMAO JOIN ME IN GOJO HELL !!! pls i cant escape him im also trying to resist but it is proving futile 🤚🤚 free us LMAO

AHHH that's so great to hear !!! я изучаю русский язык и я рада, что я могу помочь тебе с английским! and nono your english is great!!!

IM CRYING THANK U FOR THE CAT MEME HAHAHA !!! it actually looks so much like my cat im cackling

#to cherub #snscreeeeet #<3333

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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PJ, i bow down to you. I've been trying to write a fic and I'm struggling and it hasn't turned out well at all. I have no idea how u do it. All ur fics are sooo awesome and well written. And i am so surprised at how u manage to write them so quickly and how ideas just come to u. Thank u so much for ur fics ❤❤

i legitimately dont know how to react when yall thank ME for the fics- yall act like im doing a community service or something lol & im just doing what i've been doing since highschool-- writing to maintain some level of sanity

i am thankful for anykind of audience & response & all ofit encourages me & gets me writing faster & gives me confidence to keep (wet)dreaming up new things- its mutual thankyou believe youme

if youre asking for advice...

just do it & if its not working tear it alldown & try again. when i 1st started writing gayenough- i ripped 3 separate attempts at a start out of my notebook cos i felt that it wasnt right. eachtime i got some little ideas of things to carry forward eventhough it was discouraging

WRITE WHAT YOU WANT & dontworry about it being perfect- just makesure it is authentic. usually things are better than our brains convince us they are

put out ofyour head what others are gonna say & write the shit that you want to read, be the smut you wanna see in theworld & all that

dont try to force anything & if it feels too laborious- stop. you dont wanna spend your time tryingto push a boulder up a mountain. anypart that isnt working- skip over that part & maybe you'll find it isnt needed to thestory as a whole or maybe you'll figureout how to write it later. im not inlove with every paragraph that i write but someshit is necessary- so i keep it simple & dont try to force it so that i can then getback to the parts i've already tapped into the flow of.

i forgive myself for the parts i dont love so that i can marry myself to the words i do love

i am lucky that i can tap into myflow & let the words guide me

find someone youcan brainstorm with & just find what you love & let it lead you to glorious destruction

& i write fast cos im too fucked in thehead to have a job & my anxiety makes it so i dont leave the house much- this is all i do

#pj answers #JUST DO IT

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jckeperalta · 3 years

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aww that's worse than I thought, I hate the way they make u feel all the way from here. that's no "best friend" u have and i guess u did this already but its time to block her from ur life and leave this dumb friend group behind for good. there's no point of u being around if they're gonna make u feel like an outsider anyway. seriously, unfollow them on socials, delete their numbers and dont look back, u deserve so much better ♡♡ I know it's easier said than done but believe me when u get the courage it feels great to cut toxic ppl out of your life. i've been following u for years and u always seem so down, really hope we get to see u post about how happy u are someday :') just know that ppl on this hellsite are rooting for u ♡♡

anon angel you're too good to me 🤧😭❤ I cried so much after I read this message. I had to realise (again) that I just need to let go. when I first left the group chat, I felt so free for a moment, I really saw how toxic that environment was for me. but then I started missing them, they were my friends in the end, we hung out a lot. now I basically only talk to two people lol. friend 1 never really did me any wrong and I felt (still feel) so horrible for leaving her because I know that made her upset and she might not ever forgive me. and him... well. I hate to say this but my feelings for him are still real and I don't think I'll get over him soon. almost every day I think about how he was the first one I could've been with because we were friends (at least that's what I considered us). then there's her. it would've been so easy to let go if she wasn't a part of that. but she'll always pop to my mind alongside with him and the rest of the friends to remind me of what I've lost and that, well, she's been the main reason all that even happened. it's not easy to forget someone who's been the closest (!) person to me for 10 years.

anyway. I felt so validated by everything you said. I always think I'm overreacting and I'm beating myself up for feeling too much etc. it's really eye opening to see a stranger (ur my bestie tho) call this situation "toxic" when I'm so afraid I'm just being vile and trying to excuse myself etc.

also "u always seem so down" pls 😭😭 I sound so lame and annoying

love you forever!! ❤

#answered #anonymous

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