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m1d-45 · 1 year

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Hello! It's a new anon here!

My name is Baby Cat/Out of pocket anon!

If I may, a SAGAU Aether x GN! Reader who has a mortal form that is has similarities to the divine creator but not enough to be confused as an imposter.

I'll clarify a bit, Aether dosent know that his beloved is actually the divine one, but instead thinks that they have simply been blessed with part of their beauty. Tevyat dosent know the creator has descended and is waiting, meanwhile Aether has the creator in mortal form as his darling partner.

-Baby Cat anon

P.S! My cat Duckie has recently warmed up to a new person!

a new tomorrow

a/n: ignore my dogwater schedule i have not written like at all for the past 2-3 weeks ahahah (also this is isn’t very romantic coded but i already hate this piece so my bad g)

word count: ~3k

-> warnings: canon-typical violence, microscopic spoilers for liyue story quest ig

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24

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when you’d first arrived in teyvat, you had fully expected to die, in honesty.

you were up on the top of starsnatch cliff, and had nearly fallen off in your initial panic if not for a sharp wind and a lucky break. you were much more mindful of where you walked after that, but mondstat was littered with impossible cliffs, and your memory of the area was sharply diminished when you didn’t have a little circle in the corner of your screen to remind you where you were.

you grabbed a few low-hanging sunsettias as you walked, making your way across a nondescript patch of grass. your plan was to just eat them as-is, but after a moments more thought into the idea, perhaps washing them first would be wiser. according to your memory, there were four main bodies of water: a lake and waterfall further north, the ocean to the east, cider lake to the west, and the state of the seven… somewhere.

the lake was surrounded by hilichurls and was a bit too close to the anemo hypostasis for your liking, the ocean was a no for obvious reasons, and cider lake didn’t seem like a particularly good idea, not to mention the only closest access to it you could think of was surrounded by hilichurls.

so, the statue of the seven it is. the only problem, of course, was that you had no idea where you were.

you tried to keep track at first, but then you had to climb down from one too many cliffs and had to take one too many detours around impossible ones, and now you were blindly walking. you could tell by the dense forest and the small lamp grass that you were somewhere in the whispering woods, but the thin path you were following have no indication of your direction. you hoped, of course, that you were headed north, but you didn’t know how to tell. the three sunsettias in your arms looked more tempting by the minute, but you were determined to clean them first. not only would that help you get your bearings again, but you’d lower the risk of whatever diseases were native to teyvat.

…which was something to consider further, in truth. your body wasn’t native, and hadn’t grown up with and developed an immunity to the bacteria here. would you get sick? had you already, and just had to wait until the symptoms developed? should you be more worried than you were?

the path around you was opening up, but you were too busy worrying to bother look up. what were the long-term effects of staying in teyvat? would you be intolerant or allergic to the foods here, because your body wasn’t used to processing them? what were the long term effects of-

“watch out!”

would you find out at all?

you looked over your right shoulder, at the voice that had called, and barely get a glimpse of bright gold before something white covers your vision, tiny hands pulling at your shirt.

“come on,” a high voice says, “follow paimon! let’s get away from the trouble.”

paimon-?

you stumble along with her, letting her take you further into what you now recognize as windrise. damn, wrong way.

“ooh, are those sunsettias?” you notice she’s blocking my your view of whatever’s behind her, likely the traveller and some enemies if you had to guess, judging by her presence and the sounds of metal on wood. “they look really fresh, too..”

you decide against trying to lean around her. best not to traumatize yourself on your first day. “uh, yeah, they are. would- do you want one?” you hold out one of the fruits. “i haven’t washed them yet, but…”

“oh, that’s okay!” she takes it eagerly, giving it a cursory wipe with her sleeve before taking a bite. “you don’t really need to wash em, in paimon’s experience! just a quick clean of any dirt and you’re all good to go!”

…that was stellar to hear.

you patiently wait, pretending the grunts and roars and sounds of clashing weaponry don’t exist. you try to offer paimon another sunsettia, since you know in-lore she’s almost always hungry, but she shakes her head.

“one for paimon, one for you, and one for the traveller! that way, everyone gets the same amount, and nobody’s upset!”

you don’t know how to feel about the fact that she addresses him as ‘the traveller’. on one hand, it makes sense she wouldn’t throw his name around like that. on the other, it feels… wrong. not in a way you can put a name to, but something about it is unsettling.

“did they offend you, or something?”

you startle, looking up, and see aether standing right in front of you, flipping through some hilichurl masks in his hands before passing two off to paimon, who puts them in a cloud of stars.

he looks at you expectantly, and you realize you had been frowning at the food in your hands. “o-oh! no, they.. sorry, i was lost in thought.”

he dismisses the rest of the masks into gold sparks with a nod. “are you alright?”

paimon gasps, hands over her mouth as she flies back a little. “oh, paimon forgot to ask! are you hurt at all? you don’t look like you’re from here…”

you flash her a smile you hope covers the change in topic. “i’m fine. and thank you,” you turn to aether, “your help is greatly appreciated-…” what do you address him as? you’ve technically never met, but to call him an honorary knight is probably unwise…

“the traveller is fine,” he says. “and you didn’t answer paimon’s question.” rats. “are you from teyvat?”

you hesitate, but eventually shake your head. “i’m not.”

he frowns. “how’d you get here?”

“i don’t know.”

“..you don’t have anywhere to stay, do you?”

oh no. you recognize that voice. “it’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” you glance around, eventually pointing at mondstat. it’s stunning in person, even from a distance, but you push past its beauty to talk. “there’s a city there, right? i’ll make do.”

“now’s a tense time, even mondstat isn’t as welcoming as usual.”

‘tense’? you don’t remember mondstat being involved in any scandals, and the skies seem clear, so you must be past the mondstat part of the story… “is something wrong? wait, don’t answer that; if it’s tense, then you surely have somewhere more important to be, right?”

paimon huffs. “paimon bets you’re broker than the tone-deaf bard!” wow, okay. “and a single sunsettia doesn’t get you far!”

aether raises a brow. “‘single’?”

“right!” you hurriedly pick the larger of the two, holding it out to him. “as thanks. she’s right, i don’t have any mor- uh, any more to give you, but it’s the least i can do.”

he shakes his head. “keep them. now, regarding your housing-“

“i can stay in mondstat-“

“the entirety of teyvat is on edge right now. the chances of an outlander being welcomed without hassle is low, even for mond.” he thinks about it, paimon mirroring the hand on his chin.

you try to think over the lore, attempting to remember something that could affect the entirety of teyvat. maybe you’re in the middle of the liyue quest? but why would he be in mond… unless you’re beyond the known lore, but in that case he has even less of a reason to be here, and not wherever the crisis is. not that that’s his obligation, of course, but given the trend-

“what’s your name, by the way?” you give it, and he frowns. “ah, that won’t do.” what. “i.. i don’t know about where you’re from, but where i’m from and here in teyvat, there’s a prominent religion that spans nearly the entire world here. this faith is the cause of the conflict i was talking about earlier.”

your heart picks up, and you pray it’s just some weird quirk of the lore you haven’t gotten to yet. maybe something with the heavenly principles? celestia? you regret not reading up on more of the lore now that you’re face to face with potentially a large part of it. “and?”

“you share the name with the primary god.” please don’t be what i’m thinking of, please don’t be- “the people of teyvat are rather protective of their creator, and doubly so now that their presence has gone missing.”

shit.

your mind flashes to all the sagau you’ve indulged in, to the break you’d taken a few days ago because your game had been acting up and you didn’t want to make whatever glitch it was worse in fear of losing your progress.

“oh,” is all you can say.

living with aether is easier than you thought it would be.

by the time you wake, he’s out working for the guild, leaving you and most of the realm within to yourself. you try and be useful by tidying up, but tubby keeps most of the realm clean, so there’s little for you to really do. there’s rooms that weren’t in the game—likely because this is his personal realm—such as a massive library and big sunroom, and you pick through the former on occasion. there’s books about everything, from encyclopedias on flowers in sumeru to the types of silk used in inazuman clothing. everything you don’t understand or want clarification on is bookmarked, and after he’s come home and rested, you both talk about them over dinner.

sometimes he knows the answers to your questions. other times you write them down on a slip of paper, and he takes a detour that day to ask. even if it’s something from a nation he hasn’t visited yet, he somehow finds the answers, returning to you with a longer sheet as he explains. you don’t ask where he got it, nor why he’s so willing to entertain your surely silly questions, but it probably has something to do with the fact that you didn’t fish up a companion that could answer all of your questions about a world you didn’t know deeper than surface level.

similarly, the transition in your relationship was also smooth, so quiet you almost didn’t notice it was happening. it was just so easy to be around him, your familiarity with him outside of the game and implicit reliance on him as an outlander during the mess of teyvat making him easy to talk to.

you didn’t notice when you started greeting him with hugs more often, nor when you started eating side by side at the table, talking about more than just the books. you told him about your world, and he spoke of his, telling you beautiful stories of his sister and their travels.

(“every world i’ve been to has worshipped the creator in one way or another,” he says, pushing his empty plate to the side. “does yours really not?”)

(you make the choice to set aside the many religions on earth. “we don’t,” you say simply, and he frowns, resting his chin in his hand.)

(“how interesting…”)

once he was confident that you knew enough of teyvat and it’s people, he began to take you on his commissions. the realm within was nice, and tubby held good conversation, but cabin fever began to set in after a month or so. he held your hand as you walked, steering you out of the way of monster camps or other adventurers. he didn’t dare bring you on the ones requiring fighting, but you’d helped find lost keys or fallen boards, paimon always certain to pull you away from battle, distracting you with a chat about whatever meal aether would make later.

(“do you guys always cook? doesn’t adventuring pay well?” you asked once, trying to remember how much commissions earned in terms of mora. you never really kept track, nor did you try and figure out how much it was to buy food from places, but surely…)

(“mostly! mora typically goes to either ingredients or first aid supplies. paimon’s thankful he’s a good cook, it’d be impossible to survive otherwise.” she said it so simply, as if it was an easy fact and not awful that they couldn’t afford to eat out even after everything they’ve done.)

(“that’s terrible…”)

(“its not that bad! you’ve tasted his cooking before, it’s great!” that’s true, but- “besides, it’s been getting better recently. with the creator absent, he’s able to take the commissions himself. though it is nice, it’s still worrying they haven’t come back..”)

(the idea that you’ve been indirectly contributing to their situation makes you a bit sick.)

the three of you were walking through liyue, heading for the last commission of the day. shitou, the jade betting guy, needed more ores for his business, and aether was leading you through the city. he’d chosen the waypoint on the western side of the harbor so you could walk through the city, and you were happy he did.

it was so beautiful in person, the buildings and bridges so much more ornate than their models could do justice. the streets were crowded, but you weren’t overwhelmed when aether was beside you, pointing out a jewelry store or a traveling merchant showing off bright balloons to children. you passed one man holding a conversation with a millelith soldier, who was his brother judging by the informal way they spoke and the mentions of shared relatives. you crossed the bridge leading to the eastern half of the harbor, the smell of something sweet and flowery drifting in the air.

“is there a flower shop around here?” you ask, and aether shakes his head, pointing at a building you vaguely recognize.

“there’s a tea house there, and they specialize in rose tea. we could pick up some if you wanted to try it?”

“that’s fine, i was just wondering. i wouldn’t want you to buy something for me if i didn’t like it.”

he stayed quiet, but you could tell he was still thinking about it. “what’s the appropriate way to brew it… wait, do we even have a teapot?”

“i’d hope so, otherwise you’ll have a lot to explain to the adepti.”

he bumps your shoulder as you both begin to turn toward shitou, but you see he’s smiling. “you know what i mean, not that kind of-“

“teapot?”

your steps stopped suddenly, the new voice one you regrettably recognized.

aether turned, greeting zhongli with a smile and a small wave. “not the realm within, don’t worry.”

“that’s good to hear. i’d hate for it to be causing problems.” his eyes flicked to you, seeming to search for something. “and your friend?”

it was weird, the way he looked at you, and aether seemed to pick up on it, stepping forward a bit to block you while also making it seem like he was just turning to face zhongli better. “just someone helping me out. what are you doing out here, don’t you have a shift at the parlor?”

bless aether and his ability to direct conversations, bless him and the speed with which he reminds zhongli of the necessary urgency when working at the funeral parlor, successfully sending the man on his way, even if he gives you another searching look as he does.

“sorry,” aether said, giving your had a squeeze as he approached shitou’s table. “he’s probably cautious because you look like the creator.”

you return it, staying quiet as he hands over the jade and only speaking up once the two of you turn around towards the closer waypoint. “it’s alright. thank you for talking to him.”

he flashed you a smile, putting one hand on the waypoint. “of course. it’s the least i could do.”

liyue fell away in a flash of white, the familiar music of the realm within washing away any lingering feaf or unease from talking to zhongli.

maybe one day you’d come clean, stop lying about reading information from his library. maybe you’d tell him, maybe you’d confess to how crystalflies always seemed to follow you, the wind always at your back.

“what would you like for lunch?” aether called, pulling down ingredients from various cabinets before you even answer because he knows what you’ll say.

“surprise me,” you reply, and he chuckles. the same answer, every time, and every time he manages to find something new to make you.

today you would keep quiet again, as you had every other day. today you would root through the pantry when he forgot the flour, today you would set the table and pull out some paper, asking him about whether or not they had silkworm farms if silk flowers were so common, at least in liyue.

today he would smile, and today he would answer, and maybe tomorrow you’d tell him something he couldn’t reply to.

but that was tomorrow. and this was today.

#baby cat anon #WELCOME BTW HELLO HI SORRY IM SO LATE #genshin #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau aether #aether #aether x reader #sagau x reader #fluff #sagau fluff #genshin fluff #aether fluff #genshin x reader #gender neutral reader #sorry besties ✌️ math and anxiety over my ap class has been kickin my ASS lowkey #only thing in my head is a specific flavor of hurt comfort (oh god could i adapt that into a reverse isekai) and on occasion zhongli #head empty. no juice only hatred for my statistics class #BUT. I ONLY HAVE A CHAPTER LEFT. WHICH SHOULDNT TAKE LONG I HOPE TO GOD #oh GOSH i missed writing for genshin actually wtf #oh man i was so lost in the statistics sauce i forgot how nice it is to be soft sometimes. shit.#anyway play nice with this piece or rip it to shreds idc i know it’s not my best work by a LOOONG shot

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the-whispers-of-death · 3 months

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I know it's been for a few days, but hear me out: Recluse!Reader officially unofficially moving into Neighbor!Simon's flat.

You two have been spending time together and dating for months and Simon had gotten you to come over to his flat and stay over for at least a couple weeks before he had to leave for deployment. So one day, you come out of his bedroom, clad in only your underwear and his shirt (because why would you need to wear anything else when you don't go out and it's just you and him?) and you see him installing several more locks on the door to his flat. And when you ask him why he's installing more locks, he says it's so you, his beloved, is safe while he's away fighting for the country.

And part of you is like "but I'm not living here" but then you realize his flat is stocked with enough food and water for you to stay there while he's gone, so you don't have to go out and buy groceries (or in your case interact with that delivery man who delivers your groceries)! There's even more food in his flat than in yours, he's well-prepared for you, even better than you are. And as previously mentioned in the first post of Recluse!Reader, Simon's flat is already stocked with your favorite books and dvd collections of your favorite shows! You'd never have to be bored while he's away.

So he just continues to install the locks and you go and make him breakfast, so oblivious to the fact that he's not intending on giving you the keys to said locks, because you're not leaving.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

#simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley fanfiction #call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod #desi!reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #recluse!reader #ngl simon is low-key manipulative in these specific reader drabbles #but it's all honestly consensual #you like being able to not leave his flat #:)

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fun-k-boards · 5 months

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People who just put reader when they actually mean curvy but also skinny, cishet, fem reader who has long hair, is white and American, has a wealthy family that's nuclear, likes to wear dresses and skirts, likes to wear makeup and nail polish, likes specific foods and wears high heels everywhere are my fucking enemy, especially if it's for a game WHERE THE PLAYER ISN'T LIMITED AND IS CUSTOMISABLE!!

If you do this I hope you get trapped in a ball pit full of legos, it takes approximately five seconds to put 'Oh btw the reader is basically just an oc but because I'm annoying I'm going to say it's a reader anyway to get more reach'

#honestly this applies to media outside of games as well #but it infuriates me more when you already have an inclusive game #and you make a non inclusive 'x reader' that only applies to certain people #theres nothing wrong with ocs!#or even making the reader have a specific personality or look #JUST SAY IT BEFOREHAND!!!#x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #reader #male reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert

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attackurheart88 · 5 months

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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!

“Are you a magician?”

Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.

Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.

“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.

“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-

Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.

“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”

Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.

Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.

But he was wrong.

“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.

“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.

Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.

“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

__________

- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side

- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back

- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way

- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.

- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.

- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.

Headcanons:

- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do

- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him

- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile

- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.

- He does anything to make you feel better

- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse

- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side

- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you

- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm

- Sometimes

- Despite his affection for you

- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”

- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you

- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things

- Like robbing a bank

- Killing sprees

- Singing off key

- Rizzing Illumi

- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)

- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe

- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles

- Your life with him is fun and chaotic

- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention

- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself

-In the end, it's a win-win

#adult trio x reader #hisoka x reader #hisoka x child reader #hxh x reader #child reader #dad hisoka #non specific reader #gender neutral y/n #illumi zoldyck #chrollo x reader #hxh 2011 #fluff hxh #hxh scenarios

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callofdudes · 10 months

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i beg for Ghost angst pleAse

idea: GhostxReader get engaged! Reader d!es and Ghost is just not himself anymore

Missing half of me.

I hope you enjoy it, I love angst 😊

Cw: Angst, death, violence, dissociation, overdose of anti-depressants, depression.

Summary: You were one of the last things Simon had, and without you he crashed and burned.

Dear God he wished he could kill the sick fuck that did this. Why did he have to find out this way? You'd not been engaged two weeks and now you were gone. His fingers ached remembering how he held you after you'd said yes, how he pulled you close and kissed you until if felt like nothing else in the world mattered anymore.

Well now he was feeling the exact opposite. The world didn't matter. You were gone. Dead. The only thing he had left in his life was gone. You'd been ripped away from him like everyone else. Like the universe didn't want him to be happy.

He didn't deserve happiness.

You'd been attacked by some men who notoriously were out to get Ghost. They intended to kidnap you and use you as leverage against him, but when you fought back, they lost control and beat you so bad you were barely halfway to the hospital before you succumbed to your injuries.

Simon mourned the rest of the month. He cried every day until he felt his heart clench and the air forced from his lungs. He choked on tears as he found any sort of strength to yell and fight.

He drove his fist into the mirror in the bathroom after trying to take a shower. He'd always been repulsed by his own image but now he didn't even want to know his own face.

His knuckles bled profusely as glass stuck in his skin and pieces of the mirror lay everywhere. His hands trembled as he lost control, unable to keep himself calm for two seconds. He'd find those men, he'd find them and he'd kill them.

Once he returned to base he wasn't himself. Price remembers when Ghost crawled out of his own grave and tore at the desert sands. He was never the same man.

But this wasn't Simon. Nor was it Ghost. Simon had truly lost. There was nothing left. There was nothing. Every wall Ghost had seemingly built up had crumbled and he had no energy to bring them back up.

First it was the violence.

Ghost was much quicker to anger, finding him in the gym working at the punching bag until he physically wasn't able to move his arms. He'd train until his hands bled.

He snap at other soldiers quicker, resorting to violence faster. Snapping his hands around recruits throats, choking them until they no longer even looked in his direction again.

Price had to amp up Ghost's therapy sessions. Three times a week. But that was going nowhere. Whenever he was asking anything about you or how he was feeling it's like Ghost went into overdrive. He had no energy to put up walls, his mind had nothing there to stop the floodgate.

He just shut down. His mind felt far away, his body so close yet so far. His thoughts were empty. His thoughts weren't even his own at this point. His therapist would tap his shoulder but that never helped. It was so bad that barely anything could pull him from the deep depths of his dissociative state.

He'd stare off into the distance even as Johnny came to his side, kneeling next to him and gently cupping his head and bringing it to his warm chest. Even as he comforted his friend Ghost didn't come back.

Johnny stayed. Johnny rubbed his back, softly whispering and keeping him close and warm while the others left the room.

"I'm here Ghost. It's ok, it's just me."

Finally he spoke, his voice trembling as he finally held onto Johnny. "Y/n...??"

Johnny's heart broke as he hugged Ghost a little tighter. "No Ghost.. I'm sorry it's only me. Johnny, just Johnny."

Ghost whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pulled Johnny into his arms. He didn't look up at his face, not wanting to ruin the sweet illusion that he's you.

The warmth, the comfort of his hands on his back. Some things are off but that doesn't matter. He's holding Johnny and he wishes so dearly it was you.

John seemed to understand and held onto Ghost as tears flowed down his cheeks.

He didn't want to look up. He didn't want to shatter the illusion. He didn't want to lose you. You were everything in his world and he wanted to maybe start a family like you'd always wanted. He'd always said he'd start a family just because of you. He hates kids but for you... For you he would have done anything. He'd climb the tallest mountain and swim the deepest ocean just to reach you. To pull you back into his arms and hold you until he forgot the world ever did this to him.

Johnny hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry Ghost. But I'm right here if you want to talk?"

He shook his head, Johnny's voice finally pulling him too far out of the illusion that he couldn't dive back in.

"I'm sorry." Johnny whispered.

Ghost pulled his arms away, letting Johnny out of his embrace and finally saw his face, smashing whatever little imagination he had into smithereens.

"I just want them back-" he choked out, more tears falling down his face. "Why did they have to leave too!?"

"Ghost..-"

"It's taken away everything I ever cared in this damn world! It doesn't want me to be happy! It didn't stop when I was tortured and burned and buried! It didn't stop when my father abused me!"

"And yet it took away the only family I cared about. And now the person I was going to call mine for the rest of my life!"

Johnny blinked, surprised at the outburst. "The universe doesn't hate you." He sat down next to Ghost and wrapped his arms around him again. "No, no it doesn't hate you."

He rocked Ghost back and forth, holding onto him so he didn't have to hold onto himself. Ghost was completely limp. Not an ounce of fight left in him. At least... At least Johnny is here. Still a light in his world. But nothing when compared to you.

Johnny was a few stars you were the whole night sky.

Price got Ghost on some more medication. Usually when something like this is fresh Price gets him more just to help slow him down and numb everything out for a bit. He didn't want to do it, it was awful. But it was the only thing that worked.

So Ghost was put on a higher dosage. Taking a couple pills every few weeks.

He was done with this. He felt gross, the pain was still there no matter how numb the pills made it feel. He felt his hands trembling as he tried to take his morning dosage. His water glass tipped and shook in his hand as he held the pills to his mouth.

He couldn't do it. He shoved them in his pocket and walked away.

Price was up next, nodding to him as he went to the fridge. "Did you remember your pills?"

"Yes." Ghost replied, scrolling through his phone.

He'd originally had his phone background as you and him. You'd gone on a long hiking trip and took a photo together at the top. He had to get Johnny to change the wallpaper to a black screen in the meantime because every time he saw that amazing smile and the warm glint of excitement in your eyes he would burst into inconsolable tears.

He'd even started to blame himself. It was the little things. Little jabs and thoughts in his head. And then they consumed him, plagued him into exhaustion from lack of sleep.

If you hadn't been with such a trainwreck of a man. If you had dated someone out of the military. Simon Riley can only hurt what he touches. He's just like his father. No one loves him. You shouldn't either. Loving him got you killed. Simon killed you. He killed the love of his life.

Simon Riley could only hurt. He was born to kill. The world didn't make him a lover. The world would take away anything he tried to nurture.

He'd gotten more reckless on missions. Getting grazed by bullets just to feel something, to hurt himself. He wasn't a warrior, he was a man losing his soul. He would stab the men he fought, wishing it was those men. He'd stab and cut and tear, blood splattering all over him. He'd ruthlessly tear down anything in his path.

And after that, after every mission. Before he had washed away the blood. Before he'd taken off the mask. He came to you as who he truly thought he was. He'd kneel at your grave and beg for you to forgive him for what he'd done. He'd cry, trying not to touch the flowers laid around your tombstone in fear they'd wilt.

He pressed his forehead to the ground and ask for your forgiveness for all those lives he took. Begging you to still love him despite all the blood he'd spilled.

And then he'd force himself to leave and wash away the blood. Wash away the guilt. Wash away the responsibility of all the families that would hear of the death of their sons and husbands. It was a passing thought. Only a killer wouldn't regret or linger on his kills.

After another long mission, Simon came back and after his debrief he went to your grave. He kneeled, rereading your name over and over in his head. Y/n L/n. Y/n L/n...

He was so close to giving you his name. To continuing the Riley family that has died so many years ago.

The Riley family didn't deserve to continue. A heritage of blood and violence and abuse. No. No the Riley family didn't deserve to live, and someone like you didn't deserve to carry it.

He bowed his forehead to the ground, trembling as he begged you one last time for your forgiveness. That you'd still place your loving hands on him even after everything he's ever done.

Would he even go to the same place you would?? Probably not. You didn't deserve the same date he did. You deserved clean waters and soft pastures with other loving people. A place you could connect and be happy for eternity. You deserved the wonderful sounding place they called heaven.

He didn't.

He walked back from your resting place and made it to his room. He didn't wash off, he didn't clean himself. He would be judged for the monster he was.

He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out the bottle of pills he'd made for himself after so long of skipping medication. 34 pills. It was all he needed.

He filled a cup with water and brought it to his room. He sat down on the floor and started to down the pills, one swallow after the other he emptied the bottle and laid on the floor.

He felt awful. Dizzy and lightheaded. He felt numb and pain and anguish. Every emotion he'd been feeling turned up the intensity to 100.

His fingers went numb. Time seemed to slow down. He closed his eyes and prayed that when he woke up he'd either be in the burning pits of hell or cradled in your arms. He could just imagine. He could imagine your gentle kisses placed on his forehead as you combed through his hair. The soft soothing tone of your voice as you held him against your chest.

How much he missed you. How he dearly missed you. It almost felt like your arms were wrapping around him. Pulling him to your warm body and telling him everything would be ok. Kissing his temple as you promised him everything would be alright.

Everything would be alright...

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #angst #simon riley #ghost x gender neutral reader #your gender isnt ever specifically mentioned i should say

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pummelingbat · 6 months

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eyurmm i drew Herbert With The Strap like four months ago and was too nervous to post it but 🤡🤡🤡 fuck it i am releasing him into the world now 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 (not super explicit; synthetic schlong under cut)

this is like the fluffiest danbert ive ever drawn lol. enjoy (?)

#reanimator #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #my art #typically my herbert drawings exist in a state of 'the specifics of his gender are whatever you (the reader) wish to interpret them as'#but that doesnt mean i cant draw ftm yaoi sometimes. occasionally. as a treat. for me.#these r genuinely some of my favorite herbert drawings ive done lmfao its such a curse why is all my best art also my most embarrassing #anyways. hi. dont kill me please.

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yearningaces · 3 months

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(Too shy to say off nonny, sorry.) But I love your writing. Especially that it explores more than the sexual side of romances. I love to interact with the world in a way less driven in such a manner. It's a lovely change to see your writing in my sphere.

But also:

We have you meeting Nyx's family and fitting into his world, but what about trying to fit him into yours?

(never apologize, anon is on for a reason 👍)

I'm so so happy my blog can offer that for you! It's such a bummer each time I find some romantic buildup "plot sweet fluff they fuck." "Plot wholesome- they did this all just to fuck." "Romanc- they did it for sex."

And that's no problem! If people enjoy that then they can there's nothing wrong with enjoying sexual things, but as an asexual who is romantically attracted to folks(monsters mostly) it's disheartening to have almost every story end the same way so I have to skip huge chunks or just not read.which really minimizes how many stories I really have available

As for the idea you have!

Writing about families is far less reader inclusive so what I'm going to do is a brief overview that mostly is gonna focus on Nyx just being brought into the more human side of the world.

And with that in mind!

It takes time. And patience. Nyx is a bundle of nerves, and he loves you his wonderful human so much! But he's still terrified. Because you're sweet and good and know how to be gentle. Not every human does, and telling them apart is difficult at first.

Having to watch you and every other human tear through meat down to the bone at some restaurants (I'm craving ribs) takes him some time to not feel like he's about to fly out of his seat. So you compromised, he would never ask you not to eat something, but you do offer to cut whatever meat you're eating off the bone cause it seems to help his nerves.

The swarm and crowds of humans are so much larger than him, and so very loud for his delicate rabbit ears. Headphones and earbuds don't exactly work given his... Ear shapes.

What does work is a beanie he can tuck his ears into, or a crochet scarf(grandpa bun at it again) wrapped around his ears and head enough to cover them. It muffles the sounds.

Carry him. Please carry him, his legs are rabbit legs, his hind paws are rabbit paws no shoe can fit that and he refuses to wear dog shoes. Pavement is hot. Piggy back ride or sling him over your shoulder, if he's off the ground he's happy. (moreso if you show off that human strength)

Hates transportation at first. It's different, he walks or hops everywhere and now he just has to sit still and wait to get there? No. Give him the backseat to move around or find a bus that's not crowded so he can stretch his legs, y'all will not survive otherwise I'm sorry but ultimate "gotta move" attitude.

Other humans will scare him. You do, but in the attractive "this is my partner and they're so capable I love them so much" kinda way. Other humans set off danger alarms 24/7 that you only set off 11/7. It takes a good amount of time and slow buildup in exposure to combat this. If any human gets too close and doesn't hear him when he says to leave him alone(something you and him did practice) then he will fall on instincts and just bolt. So once you lay someone out in the asphalt, you gotta find the bun.

General aside, into family's. This is based around a loose idea of mother father siblings just because that's what I'm most familiar with

Absolutely prey fear in his eyes. Deer in the headlights when your folks opened the door to greet y'all together for the first time. You might have to actually carry him into the house and just sit with him for a few minutes, cuddle him a bit somewhere alone because he's in a human den of unknown humans. He needs to adjust to the many different scents and sights and sounds. And even if you vouch for them, these humans aren't you- he doesn't trust them the way he trust you and his instincts are absolutely screaming. 0/10 experience for the first few minutes.

Let him take his breaths and he'll gather his nerves to greet your family- but the best way would be to do so one by one. Otherwise it's another overwhelmed break time.

Eventually he might relax enough to rest around them, but Nyx absolutely will never sleep around any humans if you are not actively attached to him in that moment. He'll lay and lounge if he's really exhausted but will never sleep around your family or friends or any human if you aren't actively holding him or just close enough he can feel or at least smell you.

Humans are scary, they won't ever feel safe to him, that's just instinct. But you're his human, his partner. He'll sleep like a baby in your arms if it's just the two of you, and even if he wakes and has a heart attack because why are your eyes dilated in the dark and staring at him?

He's always gonna be a bunny boy. Always gonna be a bundle of nerves and hardwired red flag instincts because he is prey.

He can grow to trust and care about your family, but only really because they're an extention of you, selfish as it might seem.

#letters of yearning #x reader #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #monster romance #nyx the bunnyboy #humans are space orcs #sorry if its not what you were hoping for but i cant see him any other way #i can do one off scenarios if you have a specific idea in mind tho

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babbymochiiii · 3 months

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💋 ANGEL: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎pairing: angel! johnny x ngs! reader

↪︎genre: mythical creature au

↪︎warnings: suggestive context about one-night stand and the memories reader remembers of the night they had together.

↪︎synopsis: you had a one-night stand with angel! Johnny, to which you try to leave without him noticing, but he ends up cornering you ;)

↪︎word count: 703 words

reqs are open! ⭐️

divider credit @saradika-graphics 🖤

You woke up to the feeling of the sun’s rays hitting your face. Stirring in your sleep, you covered your face with your hands before sitting up. The cold air sends a shiver done your spine which causes you to cross your arms across your chest. The sudden sensation of your skin meeting your own skin, you looked down to see that your chest was exposed to the air. 

Sudden realization strikes you once you look around the room to see that you aren’t in your apartment. You looked down towards the bed and leaned towards the end to see your clothes scattered around along with someone else’s clothes. 

Knowing that you had a one-night stand, you grew confused as to why the man you slept with wasn’t in the room with you, until you heard the shower running down the hall. Slowly, you got off the bed and started to dress yourself. As you put on the last article of clothing, a sudden memory popped up. 

“Angel, are you sure you want to spend the night at my place?” A drunk Johnny says with his words slightly slurred. 

“Mmm, you know it baby.” You giggled as you ran your hand through his blonde hair. 

“Then to my place it is.” He smirked as he held you tightly in his hold before his white, lush, wings fluttered open and shot up to the sky in high speed towards his apartment. 

Shaking your head, you stood up straight and started to make your way towards the apartment door. As you touched the doorknob, another memory popped up that made you blush. 

“I’m going to make you my own songbird.” He said as he towered over you and left kisses down the navel of your chest. 

Upon seeing the memory, it caused you to quicken your pace unlocking the front door. Once you unlocked and opened the door, the feeling of the wind gushing towards you and your body being slammed against the now closed door, gave you some sort of whiplash. 

“Where do you think you’re going angel?” He says as he looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow. 

Not being able to make eye contact with him, your eyes trained towards his chest. To which you could tell that he had just gotten out of the shower by the small water droplets on his toned skin. 

“Leaving? W-who said anything about leaving?” You chuckled nervously. 

“My eyes are up here sweetheart.” He said as he took hold of your chin and made you look up at him. 

The fierce blush that took over your face once you made eye contact with the man had you feeling breathless. All the memories from last night all came piling up which caused you to moan. 

“Remember now?” He teased. 

“Johnny stop- “ 

“That wasn’t what you were calling me last night.” He smirked as he leaned in towards your neck. 

“J-Johnny!” You gasped out as you looked at him with wide eyes. 

He laughed at your reaction causing some of his feathers to ruffle up slightly. 

Mesmerized at the sight of his beautiful white-ivory feathers ruffling up, you unconsciously reach towards them and place a gentle touch on the wings. 

This caused a shiver to run down Johnny’s spine causing him to quickly take hold of your hand and pin it towards your side. 

“Do you not remember the punishment I gave you last night when you tried to touch them?” Johnny said in a serious tone. 

“I- “you stopped yourself from talking as you looked down towards the floor as a blush covered your cheeks. 

“You look at me when I’m talking to you.” Johnny said in a deep voice as he took hold of your jaw and made you look back up at him. “Would I have to teach you a lesson again?” he said as he narrowed his eyes towards you. 

The way he used the tone with you caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Though you couldn’t see it for yourself, your eyes glazed over as you looked at him with big doe-eyes, which caused him to smirk knowing that he had you under his grasp. 

“To the bedroom — now.” 

embarrassingly enough…💀 when I first wrote this it was an Pro Hero Hawks but Johnny…I had a phase in 2021 what can I saaaaaay 💀

Anywhoooo! I hope you enjoyed the short drabble! 🖤 should I do more mythical creature x nct? Would love to get your guys suggestion!! 🥰✨

With so so so much love from me to you!! 🕷️ MWAH MWAH 😚❤️

#nct #johnny x reader #johnny x non specific gender reader #johnny suh #nct johnny #nct 127 #nct smut #kpop #kpop imagines #kpopidol #romance #smut #suggestive #mythical creatures #angel au #one night stand

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essencering · 11 months

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↳ summary: at this point, you assume that you've misplaced your own things, but find yourself surprised when you find said things in mammon's room.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Demon Attendant Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Nesting/Hoarding Habit, With Your Things, Mammon Loves His Special Person, Nightbringer Setting.

writer's blurp: mammon lives rent-free in my brain and that's a-okay he's such a sweetie to the MC both in OG OM and in NB. just wanted to write a short little thing about NB mammon finding comfort in things that have the reader's scent.

It started out as a missing coat or sweater. Something you choked up to just being lost in the abyss of your closet, or left it somewhere not that it was anything you were too sad about losing or being misplaced.

Then the throw blankets, or your favorite throw pillows that you would use at the House of Lamentation when the brothers would pull you into whatever movie or game night, and the ones at Cocytus Hall. Solomon helped you turn over every inch of the Hall, but neither of you had any luck finding them, nor could the brothers help you find your things at Lamentation.

Little things here and there, like pens and notebooks, objects you would use daily. You wondered if your chatelaine was breaking, and you not noticing it, but Solomon assured you that it wouldn't with the enchantment he placed on it for you. Some smaller things as well the occasional ring, or necklace.

It wasn't until you one day received a text from Mammon to come over and please bring something good to eat with your company (totally NOT a bonus he said) since he felt a little under the weather. You found your missing things.

Situated in a safe little spot on Mammon's bed, the very demon dozed off around the little things, but also wearing some of your missing jewelry. Face hidden in your throw pillows and your throw blankets living up to their name of being haphazardly tossed on his person, while he was wrapped up in your sweater.

You could also see some of his brother's things mixed in as well.

A little hoard of his own. A little nest with things that made him feel comfortable and safe. Things that belong to those that are important to him, to people that he loves.

So, as quietly as possible you leave Mammon's room knowing that if he were to wake up and knowing that you saw his little hoard of treasures that belong to those important to him, his little nest of things that brings him comfort he would quickly try to hide all of it.

Once you're back outside of Mammon's room you decide to make something other than the Hell Fire Noodles he likes, opting for something a little bit more easy on the stomach.

Texting to let Mammon know that you will be delayed in arriving, his response is a pouty little emoji, and him appearing by your side a bit later. Hiding his face in your shoulder, mumbling and grumbling while you cook, but sticking to you like glue.

#obey me! memories #gender neutral reader #reader is gender neutral #sfw #obey me! x reader #obey me! nightbringer x reader #reader insert #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon x reader #gn reader #x reader #mammon will always find comfort in his favorite person #ty NB for letting us see just how much of a sweet dork he is towards the MC #sorry i hc mammon doing this as well in OG OM because when he misses you he can just have a little pile of your things #and just feel so comfy and safe surrounded by your things #please get a matching set of something with this man to wear together he will love it #chatelaine's are so fun and pretty i know it's usually for the ladies of the house hold #but we are in the year 2023 gender specific things hardly matter both now and in the devildom so you get a fun little keyring

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sinfullyrosey · 11 months

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*slams hands on table in a dramatic fashion*

Tired am I of the fics featuring Reader (and or one of the other characters) being uncomfortable and disgusted by Rook’s creepy quirks, yet still being paired up with him!

Instead, I bring forth to you the concept that Rook’s partner is unbothered by his actions, not because they condone or support his stalker-ish tendencies and constant destroying of other’s boundaries!

But simply because they’re into that shit.

Voyeurism. Photography. Predator/Prey. Hunting/Chasing. Obsessive Devotion/Praise.

All of those are legit kinks some have, and out of everyone in TWST, Rook would benefit the most by finding someone who appreciates and loves those forms of affections. While yes, his actions are not appropriate towards those who clearly want him to back off and feel uneasy towards him. In fact it’s kind of illegal.

But towards a partner with these kinds of kinks?

Rook must be the jackpot they’ve been looking for!

Like, imagine his partner being into photography: While in public, they take regular pictures of whatever, whether it be nature, models, animals, food, etc. But in the privacy of their own bedroom? Suddenly, the photos become much more vulgar, risque and focuses more on intimate moments shared between the two.

I especially like the angle of his partner specifically photographing themselves as their own model, whether in a pinup sort of way or through an artistic lens that utilizes nudity and symbolic narratives. Maybe they do submit these photos to art museums or maybe it’s just something they enjoy doing in the privacy of their home and they just keep the pictures to review after each session.

Or, more salaciously, they only do photography in the bedroom because they enjoy capturing those shared moments with him so that they can easily look back on them and relive the moment again, even if he’s not around.

As for the voyeurism angle, maybe his partner likes it when Rook takes pictures of them or watches them from the shadows because it gives them a special kind of thrill. Maybe they like the attention and knowledge that Rook looks at them as a piece of art to be gazed at and appreciated. While others may find his eccentric and obsessive nature towards beauty to be annoying or too much as it were, they don’t.

In fact, they may even agree with him whole heartily and thrive off of his over-the-top appraisal towards them to be one of the sexiest aspects about him!

This can further go hand-in-hand with an artistic photographer, because maybe they understand Rook’s viewpoint better than anyone else, because they’re the exact same way. And this translates into their photography as they try to set up good lighting and camera angles during their sessions to better capture these images to visualize their personal views.

Not to mention I think Rook would also appreciate finding someone who is similar to him in this regard and is openly receptive to his advances. It’s clear he enjoys the chase (he is a hunter after all), so finding a partner who’s open to participating in predator/prey or hunter/hunted type roleplays is probably a dream come true for him.

Maybe early on in the relationship or heck, even before that, when he’s still courting them, they would “play hard to get.” They were coy with him, keeping him on his toes and keeping him guessing as to whether or not they were just as interested in him as he was with him. One minute they were accepting of his invitation for a nice walk around Pomefiore, only to turn around and reject the bouquet he was attempting to gift them and refusing to even look his way.

Only for him to catch the glint in their eye and the subtle quirk of a smirk on their lips.

This got way longer then I intended and I kind of got off topic, but like these are just my thoughts. I’ve always loved analyzing characters and trying to pinpoint the type of partner would work best for them. And Rook is one of those special cases where fandom writes him off as a creep which isn’t wrong tbf and only seems to be interested in writing him as an unhealthy partner when like, the opposite is so much more interesting. Rook just needs to find someone who’s into the sort of stuff he does and would view it as a fitting love language.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Suggestive #Rook Hunt X Reader #GN!Reader #I was listening to Pretty Women from Sweeney Todd while writing this #so I was mainly imagining Rook's partner as female tho no direct references to a specific gender is ever stated #I both love and hate this blond French bitch

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soapsbaby · 9 months

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bottom Valeria headcanons pls, we're starving 😔

Yessir 🫡 Always down to write my favorite girl. Already did one of those that you might enjoy here!

Summary: Subby Valeria Headcanons Characters: Valeria Garza x Reader Rating: nsfw (minors DNI) Word Count: 450ish

She loves and hates how easily she falls into a submissive role when she is with you. She hates having to beg for you and how humiliated it makes her feel but on the other hand she just can’t help it, her mind just goes to that place immediately. She needs you to put her into her place and she needs it badly.

Sometimes, when she can’t get the words out, she’ll just grab your hand and guide it where she needs it, praying that you are in the mood to just let her have what she needs.

Usually you are. You always have a hard time denying her but it’s almost unbearable when she is that desperate.

You don’t like when she gets too flustered and beats around the bush so you’ll force her to look you in the eyes when she refuses to actually say what she wants. If it’s needed you grab her by the hair to force her to do so.

Sometimes you like to degrade her a little, humiliate her. How do you think your men would like to see you like this, hm? Their boss, choking on my cock/strap? Do you think they could still take you seriously, hm? It makes her so whiny and melts her pretty little mind.

It makes you nearly go insane that in fact they do not see her like this. That no one does, no one except for you. No one gets her on her knees like this, no one gets her to beg them to fuck her like you do.

She loves taking the risk though, having you fuck her in the next room over from where her operators are waiting for her. You leave marks on her in all of the places where she can hide them, so it’s just you and her that know they are there.

Sometimes you wish you could show them. Sure, you understand why you can’t and that Valeria has a reputation to keep, but you know there are some of them that desire her, you can tell by the way they look at her.

Sometimes you just want to grab her by the neck in front of them, push her over a table. And she’d just take it like she always does. Look, you would say. Look what I get to do and you never will.

She wants to be owned and made to feel like you are possessive over her. She wants to be your property and for you to use her like a toy. She would normally never allow any disrespect from anyone, but with you she almost craves it. She wants to be useful to you.

#i love writing val waaahhh #if you ever have any more specific wishes like which gender the reader is #or specific scenarios or anything #just lmk!!!!#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza headcanons #ari writes #anon #ask request

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Reader that can emit sounds from their memory(like as an aura)

Walk into a room? Why do I hear boss music

Comedic timing? Fuck yeah.

Bored? Jumpscare noise.

Zhongli talking? Jeopardy theme.

Someone is annoying? Earrape.

Think about it!

Hello! I’m the 12th Harbinger, aka as CHIL- bitch shut the fuck up, WHATS UP ITS YA BOY AQUARIUSSS- /ref

lmao imagine you walking into a room like this in teyvat, with like that audio I SAVE BY GIVING IT CPR- TIGHT AS VIRGIN BOY DONT GET NERVOUS-

(also ill stop apologizing for the late replies to these, bc as we all know by now that im slow and u will get answered eventually i promise tumblr most likely didnt delete u guys asks im just hoarding them LMAO)

I’ve been super busy running in circles so sorry about ghosting! I still very much enjoy and love u guys and love seeing you guys enjoy my stuff :’)

Still cant believe that, but thank you!

JEOPARDY THEME MUSIC WHEN ZHONGLI TALKS

HE’D BE SO CONFUSED

THINKIN HE GOT AN ANCIENT CURSE HE DOESNT KNOW ABT PUT ON HIM OR SMTH BC HE’S ALWAYS BEING STALKED BY THIS SONG-

(tbh unless the person is super observant I dont think most ppl would get that it’s YOU causing this chaos lmao)

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Like I can see Zhongli eventually getting it lol, other ppl I could see after the first few weeks of interacting with you (esp bc you mix it up, honestly it was only bc u kept playing the jeopardy theme over and over when Zhongli ranted on too long that he got it was you 💀):

Heizou (he’s the best detective on all of Inazuma’s islands, ofc he got it! no he will not acknowledge that he totally thought you were hiding a very musical tanuki somewhere on your person at all times lol)

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Alhaitham and Cyno (haitham took like, two hours of walking around town with you and knew, bc he’s a little know-it-all lazy bastard like that, and Cyno is actually just really aware, despite what most ppl think, he’s the General Mahamatra and not just a regular Mahamatra for a reason after all)

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Tighnari (i stg he can like, smell when bullshittery is happening in his vicinity …or... hear?)

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Venti (unsurpringly, he’s totally in love with this power of yours, i mean he definitely loves you cares about you a lot he says, but you’re starting to think he’s just lying to butter you up into pranking Diluc, Barbara, Jean, and really the entirety of Mondstadt more often including Zhongli just so he can laugh until he’s on the ground again, also he definitely once asked you to make a dragon sound that’s the equivalent of shouting FUCK at Dvalin when he was flying overhead one day)

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Hmm

Hm hm hmmmm

Who elseee, i need a characcctterrr lisstttt…

Albedo (duh, he’s albedo, you think he has an entirely too thick folder dedicated to your recent obsessions, you rant a lot about it while playing and also he can access your browsing history 👀, and he somehow doesn't know that about you?? You’re like, literally one of his long-term, there-for-life, has-bought-a-house-for-free-in-his-head-you- arent-even-on-rent-anymore, hyperfixations or special interests. Autistic!Albedo is autistic, Because I Am Your God, And I Say It Is So.)

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Dehya (always knows when its you walking around near her bc you like to listen to your old world’s songs too often when you arent pranking bitches, she actually rlly likes it and your music tastes…)

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HOLY FUCK SPEED RUN BC GOD THERE’S TOO MANY BITCHES WANNA BE YOUR BABY, RIDING AROUND IN A DAMN MERCEDES-

OKAY-

SO not all in the same way or at the same time, or even the same length of time did they realize you literally change background music or some shit so I’ll let you just- you know okay- like you get it- you get it.

Xiao, Kazuha, Kaeya, Diluc, Ayato, Yae Miko, Keqing, Qiqi, Klee, Sara, Kuki, Nahida, Ningguang, Rosaria, Scaramouche/Babygirl, Dainsleif, Kokomi, Xinyan, Yun Jin, Yelan.

Jfc got the whole damn pride flag up here

Anyway everybody else outta luck, at least takes em a month or longer to get it lol

♡

Sorry abt the end there i didnt feel like writing out all those bitches bc the few I did before were already longer than I thought they’d be…

Also, I am posting these spam of drafts (and that old follower 100+ event possession headcanons in prep for the next 2 weeks bc I will be really busy, again :/

Got spring break shenanigans this week, then I’ll be running around like a cat with zoomies bc im getting ready to install/actually submit my artworks for the gallery exhibition!

…wish me luck or prayers or anything good from any god you believe in, I need the strength.

With love, safe travels,

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♡the beloveds♡

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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⚖️🌟Libra’s Lackadaisy Masterlist🌟⚖️

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Under the Devil's Moon - Interactive Fanfiction, customizable MC, 25k+ words. On Chapter 1. Rocky, Mordecai, Zib and 4 OCs as Love Interests, more to come. WIP.

♣️Multiple Characters♣️

Getting a Laugh Out of You (M)

Lanky Tall Scrungly Boy (M)

Taking a Bullet For Them

Jealousy

Poly HCs - Zib & Mitzi

♣️Character-Specific♣️

Rocky Rickaby: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Dating a Widow (F), Dating Asa's Daughter

Mordecai Heller: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Male Partner HCs, Sharing a Bed, Widow HCs, Working w/ Marigold

Viktor Vasko: Married Life HCs (F), Romantic HCs (F)

Nicodeme Savoy: Dating a Widow (F), Romantic HCs

Serafine Savoy: Dating HCs

Sedgewick Sable: Crushing on His Assistant

Wes Clyde: Romantic HCs, Dating a Mob Boss' Daughter

Dominic Drago: Romantic HCs

Atlas May: Romantic HCs (F)

Zib Zibowski: Affectionate Partner

Asa Sweet: Dating an Older Savoy Sister

#Gender specific will be labelled with M or F; unlabelled is GN #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #mordecai heller x reader #viktor vasko x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #wes clyde x reader #dominic drago x reader #wick sable x reader #sedgewick sable x reader #libramasterlist #nico savoy x reader #serafine savoy x reader #atlas may x reader #asa sweet x reader #zib zibowski x reader #dorian zibowski x reader

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viciouslyyearning · 1 year

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Bunny Boy x Reader

I love my bunny boy and really wanted to write a kinda reverse to usual monster partner stories. Timber is a very tiny rabbit hybrid who has serious anxiety and prey-like tendencies. His partner, you, is a human that's twice his size, very strong in comparison and is more the caretaker between the two. I'll be writing about him a lot I think but this was just a bit outlining that his human whos very sweet to him can be kinda.... predatory with other folks cause I thought it would be interesting. Possibly some reverse yandere vibes cause it isn't something done enough I think

Timber watched you closely, dark brown ears turned upright, listening for every noise you made. His nose twitched, a fur-covered leg thumping quietly as his nerves began to get the better of him once again. Dark eyes froze in place while watching closely. The small, brown-furred rabbit hybrid was rapidly losing his thought process as his mind wandered.

You. His wonderfully loving and gentle partner. The human that had been so enamored with him that even despite you being twice his size and strength, you made him feel wanted, loved. But at this moment? Well… He would never doubt your loyalty and affection. He would, however, have a mild heart attack whenever reminded of just how… Predatory you could be without even knowing. He huffed slightly, aggravated with himself and his overdramatic reactions.

That responce went out the window as he refocused on you. You were only sitting on the ground next to him on your monthly picnic. That wasn't the problem, no you usually laid down to make yourself smaller intentionally, helping to ease his usual nerves. Today however, You were crouched down, tense, ready to spring forward at any given moment. Your eyes cold and hard as you watched something with terrifying focus. The more harrowing thing however, was a lack of something. Noise. Timber was less than three feet from you and couldn't even hear you breathing. You held a silence, possibly unknowingly, while zoning in on whatever it was that you had caught wind of.

Timber knew that he was safe, he had witnessed you -on more than one occasion- lash out at someone for so much as startling him. The rabbit knew that you had his best intentions and saftey at heart, which confused him all the more. His sense of smell and hearing were more accute than yours and he hadn't noticed a single other predator within the vacinity. Your actions were making his little heart race, not in the good way either.

He was about to reach out to touch your arm and ask what had you so wound up, until you let out a terrifyingly aggressive sound, snarling briefly before relaxing into muted aggravation over whatever you had seen. Timber pressed a hand over his chest, trying to calm himself down when he finally saw them.

Another human, one who was staring directly at him. This human was smaller than his, but just as powerful looking. He had a curious expression and had been moving closer without Timber even noticing. The rabbit shrank back, ears pinning down against his dark hair, he wasn't so fond of the attention he was being shown, Timber only liked his human thank you very much.

You acknowledged his response by picking him up by the waist, not saying a word even when he yelped in surprise.

"Honey, what are you doing?" He responded, biting back the sudden surprise, feeling you move him to sit on your lap as you glared down the other human. Timber shuffled slightly in your arms, unable to deny that he enjoyed being held so close, you always just surrounded him in the best way, but this wasn't how you usually held him.

You wern't kissing him all over, no cuddling or nuzzling or adoring words and expressions that he usually loved. You held him tightly to you, caging him in your grip while staring down the man that had finally stopped moving, looking hesitant. Timber felt your smug grin pressed to the top of his head as you spoke in a tone of voice that made him freeze all over again.

"Mine."

Timber had heard you speak in many different ways, but never like this. This was something possessive. Something he wasn't sure you were… until now at least. He could feel your pride as the other human shied away, as though even at such a distance, he understood what stance you were taking.

The rabbit shifted in your grip, tail twitching and ears slowly shifting forward again as he looked up at you. "Did you really need to get so worked up over that?" He mumbled uncertainly, feeling you squeeze him close, once again happy and carefree as you usually were.

You cooed over him so lovingly, "Course, sweetie. I know how some folks can be and I didn't want that guy getting the wrong idea that he could interrupt our nice day," pressing a finger under his chin, you tilted his head up to look you in the eyes, Timber's breath caught in his throat over your lovesick expression. "You're all mine bunny boy, and I don't share," dropping your head down and nuzzling your nose against his, you grinned.

Timber closed his eyes, happily leaning into your affections with a cautious smile. "I guess that's ok," of course it was ok, Timber loved you and happily let you care for him at your insistence. He didn't understand everything about you humans but knew enough to understand that he would be safe and so very cared for in your hands. As he felt you press multiple kisses across his face, cradling him to your chest and playfully squeezing him close while repeating the statement once or twice, he laughed joyfully. Reminded that he wasn't just cared for, but very very loved by his human. And he was thankful, seeing as he loved you just as much in turn.

He'd be fearful to see just how terrifying you could be if you didn't have someone to love that loved you in return.

#rabbit hybrid #bunny boy x reader #monster x reader #monster x gender neutral reader #Timber the bunny boy #x reader #predator x prey vibes is what I'm going for with this guy #I already love him your honor #feel free to ask about the lad too hes pan af so any gender partner works if we get specific #reverse yandere

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voiddrop · 1 year

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Open Wide

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral! Reader

Tags: Porn without plot, 18+, very nsfw, mentions of throat fucking, oral sex, blow jobs, all the words for it, cum swallowing.

Likes are nice, reblogs are better <333

Word Count: 480+

Notes: I was just trying to get back into the swing of writing as I’m rusty and haven’t done it for so long, this has been on my WIP list for awhile after a conversation @decadentpaperduck and I had awhile ago now. Hopefully I’ll be able to post a proper fic soon, I just need to get back into the swing of things. Requests are open still if you guys wanna send any in!

I usually write in past tense but haven’t been able to lately, not easily anyway, so this is a change.

Gif by drogonstone

It drives Eddie absolutely feral to see you like this: on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips puffy and wet and open around the girth of his cock as you warm him in your mouth. He must have been going at it for hours, slowly fucking himself down your throat, both hands cradling your jaw to rub and massage the ache of being open and willing for him for so long. Praise falls from his lips easily, constantly, and his eyes are lidded as he watches you.

He’s hot and heavy on your tongue, and you gag when he rolls his hips once more and hits the back of your throat. The sound makes Eddie’s eyes roll back, a breathless, “Fuck,” tumbling from between his lips. He’s been edging himself, fucking you rough until he can feel his balls tightening until you can feel his cock twitching, then stopping. “Gonna fill y’up soon,” He murmurs, “y’want that, want my cum?” You whimper around him in response and Eddie groans at the feeling of the vibration.

“Okay, okay, I’ll give you my cum. You just sit there and let me use your throat,” Eddie grunts, rolling back. His hands move from cradling your jaw to gripping your hair, letting him get a good look at you as he starts thrusting again. He’s thick and heavy, and all you can taste is him. It's musky and salty, but fuck you could stay like that for several more hours. It feels nice not to have to think.

Eddie grunts, his cock twitches, and you can tell he’s close. He pulls out of your mouth with a hiss, reaching down to wrap ring-clad fingers around his length and start rapidly jerking it. With his other hand, he pushes your mouth open. “Gonna cum on your tongue and you’re gonna show it to me before you swallow, ‘kay?” He grunts, lips twisting into something between a snarl and a grin when you nod eagerly, “Thasa good baby,” He slurs, jerking his dick faster before pushing the flushed head between your lips.

He cums with a groan of your name, white splashing across your tongue. He doesn’t pull back at first, not until he’s milked his cock with his hand and is sure every last drop is out. Only then does he finally lean back, murmuring a low, “Open your mouth and show me.”

He groans again when you comply.

You look so pretty and fucked out, sticking your tongue out to show the creamy mess on there, a few droplets dribbling down and running over your chin, where it mixes with the saliva that had gathered them from however long of letting Eddie use your throat as a fleshlight. “Fuck, you look pretty like this, babe,” Eddie grunts, cupping your chin and tilting your head up, “alright, swallow.” You pull your tongue back in your mouth and do just that, the sight enough to make Eddie’s dick twitch.

He wasn’t done with you yet.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #reader is gender neautral #Not gender specific #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns

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