Some X Reader Things Aren't For You And That's Okay

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Saying "I love you" without saying "I love you" — some ways your otp can silently express affection

Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss

Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Just doing their own things in the same space; being so comfortable around the other even in their pyjamas

Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss

Switching positions with the other when walking down a busy sidewalk because your feel the need to keep the other safe

Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work

Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing

When one is overseas for a work trip and everything they see reminds them of the other person (bonus: whenever it happens, they take a picture and drop the other person a text.)

Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation (eg. a large school reunion which the more introverted person is dreading)

Kissing away their tears

^ and letting the other cry on their shoulder even when their t-shirt gets soaked from their tears

Meeting them where they are, mentally and emotionally; never forcing them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with

Wholeheartedly supporting their dreams, and putting that into action by making concrete plans for it to happen

Dropping the other person an encouraging text before an important interview/event

Surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed

Picking the other person up from work when it’s getting late, and walking them right to their doorstep after

Good morning and goodnight texts

Making the other person a Spotify playlist with songs that remind them of their relationship and growth

Remembering the littlest of things — activities they like and dislike, favourite brands of stationery, go-to ice cream flavour, choice of popcorn

Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying

I initially made this in part so I could post it on Tiktok too because they drave me insane with how much they hate Teruhashi, but then I yapped too much for anybody there to actually want to read my slides 😔 Unfortunate

Character Introduction

I realize while I post a lot of irl stuff, this has became a very mixed blog where I interact with RP accounts as a mixture of a self insert oc so guess I'll make one then for proper interactions! While she may be similar to me, she's not me if that makes sense?

This is Blizzard, a tired writer who is trapped in her editor's basement until she writes something. Which is affectively 90% of the time embodiment of the "does everything EXCEPT write". She gets lost easily, which is how she runs into the most random of people.

I used picrew to make this image

🍁 A Cozy Fall Day - Cedian🍁

In the heart of Enchancia, autumn had painted the land with hues of gold, amber, and rich crimson. The trees stood tall and proud, their leaves rustling in the crisp breeze, while a scattering of pumpkins adorned the paths, celebrating the harvest season. Cedric, usually more focused on perfecting his spells than on seasonal festivities, found himself wandering the palace grounds with Princess Vivian. She had invited him to join her for a quiet day outside, sensing that he could use a break from his usual routine.

As they walked, the vibrant foliage crunched underfoot, the delightful sound mingling with the distant laughter of children enjoying the crisp autumn air. Vivian, her cheeks rosy from the chill, paused by a patch of wildflowers that somehow thrived in the fall weather. She bent down, plucking a few delicate blooms and holding them up to Cedric with a twinkle in her eye.

“Look at these! They’re so beautiful,” she exclaimed, her voice bright with joy. Cedric admired the small bouquet in her hands, noting how her spirit seemed to light up the entire day.

“They are indeed lovely, Princess,” he replied, his usual stoic demeanor softening. “Though I must admit, I’m not sure how they manage to bloom in this weather.”

Vivian giggled, her laughter ringing like music through the air. “Maybe they’re enchanted! Just like you!” She teased, nudging him playfully. Cedric chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m more known for my mishaps than my enchantments, I assure you.” They continued their stroll, and as they approached a cozy gazebo adorned with garlands of colorful leaves, Cedric spotted a small table set for two, complete with steaming mugs and a woven basket. Vivian had clearly planned this moment with care.

“Would you like to sit by the fire and try some cider?” she asked, motioning to the setup she’d prepared earlier. The fireplace crackled softly, flames dancing invitingly. Cedric raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “I suppose a brief pause wouldn’t hurt.” As they settled into the gazebo, Cedric couldn’t help but appreciate the warm glow of the fire that lit up Vivian’s face. She handed him a mug of warm cider, the sweet scent of apples and spices wafting into the air. “Cheers!” Vivian said, raising her mug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Cedric clinked his mug against hers, the simple gesture feeling profound in the tranquil atmosphere. They sipped their cider, enjoying the comforting warmth it brought. The moment wrapped around them like a soft blanket, the outside world fading away. Vivian, her curls catching the firelight, leaned back against the gazebo’s wooden frame, looking content and at ease.

“Do you remember the last time we had cider together?” she asked, her gaze distant as she recalled their previous adventures. Cedric chuckled softly, a fond smile spreading across his face. “Yes, it involved a spell gone awry and an overabundance of whipped cream.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You still owe me for that!”

Vivian laughed, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Only because you made me try to create an apple pie with magic! How was I supposed to know it would explode?”

Their laughter mingled with the gentle crackling of the fire, a perfect harmony that brought Cedric a rare sense of peace. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow around them, Cedric turned slightly serious.

“Thank you, Vivian,” he murmured, his voice softer. “For this. For reminding me that there’s more to life than magic and mischief.”

Vivian’s smile deepened, and she reached for his hand, her fingers gentle but steady. “Anytime, Cedric. It’s nice to just enjoy a moment together without any grand adventures or chaos.”

As they held hands, the warmth of her touch sent a comforting rush through Cedric. They sat in silence for a moment, the world around them a beautiful blur. He glanced at her, really looked at her—the way the light danced in her eyes and how her smile could chase away even the darkest of thoughts. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the gazebo, sending a flurry of leaves swirling around them. Cedric instinctively stood, his eyes widening in surprise as he raised his arms to shield Vivian from the sudden gust.

“Watch out!” he called, laughter bubbling up despite himself. Vivian squealed in delight, spinning in circles as the leaves swirled around her, her laughter infectious. “Cedric! Look at this!” She twirled, the leaves catching in her hair, turning her into a whimsical autumn fairy. Cedric couldn’t help but laugh, his heart swelling at the sight of her unrestrained joy. “You look like a walking fall festival!” he teased.

“Maybe I should enter a leaf dance competition!” she replied, still giggling as she collapsed onto the soft grass, her laughter echoing in the crisp air. Cedric knelt beside her, their laughter settling into a comfortable rhythm. “I think you’d win first prize,” he said, his tone light. Vivian looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Only if you promise to be my partner! We can do a duet!”

“Now that would be a spectacle,” Cedric replied, raising an eyebrow. “But I’m not sure the kingdom is ready for that level of chaos.”

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow across the horizon, Cedric and Vivian continued to talk and laugh, sharing stories of their adventures and dreams for the future. The air was filled with the sweet scent of apples and spices, and for the first time in a long time, Cedric felt truly at peace. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the trees, Vivian leaned her head against Cedric’s shoulder, sighing contentedly. “Thank you for spending this day with me. It’s been perfect.”

Cedric smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “The pleasure is all mine, Princess. It’s moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am.”

The fire crackled softly as they sat together, the warmth of the flames and each other’s presence creating a magical cocoon against the chill of the evening. Cedric knew that no spell or magic could compare to the warmth he felt beside Vivian, a bond that went beyond the ordinary—a friendship, a partnership, and perhaps something even deeper. As the stars began to twinkle overhead, Cedric felt a sense of hope for the future, knowing that whatever adventures awaited them, they would face them together.

A smug morning

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Smut, Lazy mornings, Fingering, creampie, delayed orgasm, multiple orgasms, implied drinking, implied rough sex, tender sex, jealous, possessive

Word count: Roughly 2K

A/N: You wake up naked in Lucifer's bed, and he decides to seduce you. Too bad you fell under his spell a while ago.

Also known as I felt like writing some lazy morning smut.

Images belong to Solmare.

You feel nice and toasty warm, the weight of the fabric covering your body just enough to give that sense of contentment. The glide of smoothness from the material as it shifts is the first thing you notice as you slowly come to awareness. 

The haze in your mind is comforting as it clears after a well deserved night of rest and your senses start to take notice of your surroundings. The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply, the vaguest scent of cologne from the night before lacing the air. Just under that, a layer of something that reminds you of oak permeates the room formed by the occupant and the length of time he’s occupied the space.

You hear the sound of even breathing, the loudest noise in the room lacking any form of time keeping devices aside from the two phones. A creek of the wooden slates of the bed under the mattress, his inhales louder as the tip of his nose brushes against the shell of your ear. 

The warm wash of his exhales along your skin makes you shiver as a line of goosebumps forms along your shoulder. The point of your tongue slipping past your lips to moisten the dry cracked skin, tasting tartness from the demonus you had shared before going to bed last night. 

Blinking your eyes open and spotting the bottle and empty glasses on the table. An explanation of the slight burn at the back of your throat, the two of you drank the entire thing. A soft noise escapes past your lips as you arch forward to stretch your back, a few pops and cracks that seem so much louder than they are. Prompting a low rumble from the figure behind you, his warm palm sliding from your hip to your stomach and upwards along your skin before stopping in the center of your chest. A slight pressure against the hard mass of your ribs so your back is in contact with his chest once more. Followed by a shift of his hips, and something hard rubbing against your bottom. 

You let out a soft chuckle, feeling his fingers spread and brush against the skin of your breasts. If he was trying to pretend he was still asleep any chances of you believing that deception are long gone. Lifting your arm behind your head at an awkward angle to brush your fingers along his neck. “Good morning.” A rasp from the lack of use from your slumber, one that like always will be gone once you speak a little more. 

“Morning.” His deep voice echos just under your ear, another shiver as his teeth drag lightly against the column of your throat. His lips planted soothing quick kisses along the path he just made. 

“I think we passed out last night.” 

“Hmmm” A noise of agreement as his mouth keeps moving, trailing down to your shoulder while his arm that had been under your neck worms under your body to replace his hand on your chest. 

“You’re so talkative this morning.” Letting your arm fall into a more natural position behind you, sliding your fingers down the firm muscles of his side until you reach his butt and give it a squeeze. 

“I’m trying to seduce you.” Trailing his fingers downward along your stomach to the apex of your thighs. “That doesn’t require me to speak.”

You laugh while your heart feels light inside your chest. “I’m naked and in your bed Lucifer. I think that counts as having successfully seduced me.” A long inhale as his fingers ghost over your folds, close enough to feel the heat from them without touching the skin. A tease. 

“You being in my bed isn’t enough.” Nipping at the junction where your neck connects to your shoulder before he sucks harshly and you let out a gasp, arching to let him have more access to the tender flesh. “I want you panting from my touch.” Guiding his mouth higher, brushing his lips along your pulse point with thin strands of his salvia breaking against your skin. “Writhing as I make you squirm.” A series of wet strokes as he laps at the area where he can feel your heart beating in your neck, noticing the increased tempo of the muscle as it pulses. “Hearing you moan my name while I’m inside you.” 

“That.” You whisper, trying to turn your head to catch his crimson gaze “Sounds like a lovely start to the day.” Tilting your head more and Lucifer lifts his lips away from your neck, his whole body shifting behind yours to kiss you properly. It’s slow and sensual, building the fire in your core in tandem with his fingers brushing along your weeping folds. 

A soft whine that he swallows down, pulled from your body as two of his fingers slip inside your sex. Curling them to press against a cluster of nerves that makes you break from the kiss to pant. “That’s a good start.” Pleased with himself, Lucifer starts to pump and curl his fingers faster, as if planning to make you cum on his fingers. 

“Luci-fer” A broken moan as your hand grips the muscles of his butt harder, your hips starting to rock as you chase his fingers. 

“Just like that.” Mouthing at your neck once more, using the point of his tongue to trace the cords of muscle standing out as you arch your head back. The burning in your core grows hotter from his touch, scissoring his fingers before adding a third. A noise like he’s pleased with you, his breath washing against your damp skin makes you shake in his hold. 

“Close~” Shutting your eyes as you focus on the movement of his mouth, his sharp teeth dragging over your pulse while his fingers flick inside your walls. Curling his hand to brush the edge of his thumb against your clit. Panting his name like it’s a mantra. 

Only to let out a choked sob as he rips his fingers from your core just before you can tip over that edge, his lips a hair breath from your skin. The hand on your chest keeps you still while he smears the slick from your core along your hip. “Not yet.” Teasing you with his voice, aware that denying you now means you’ll just come harder for him. 

As you feel that inferno inside you cool, Lucifer brushes his hand over your hip in small circles waiting for your breathing to even out. “Two out of three” whispered against your ear once you were no longer shaking in his hold. 

“Should I” Stopping to lick your lips as your words took your own breath away. “Should I roll over?” As much as your skin has cooled, the thought of him above you snapping his hips into yours with his eyes narrowed while he watches his length disappear inside your warm walls makes the fire in your core spark once more. 

“No.” Sliding his palm down your leg before slipping under your knee and starting to lift upwards. “I want to take you like this.” It's a tantalizing thought, the idea of him fucking you from behind and your body held tight in his embrace makes your head swim. Releasing your hold on his ass to grab the inside of your knee, keeping your legs open for him. 

“Such a good girl.” A quick press of his lips to the space just under your ear, clenching around nothing from the praise. A slight jolt when his knuckles brush against your pussy, while you can’t see it, you know he’s lining his cock up with your opening. You can picture his length, hard with a few prominent veins, the tip red and shiny from the pre cum that seeps from the slit. A noise of pleasure laces the air with an unconscious slide of your tongue over your bottom lip. “Now to give my good girl her reward.”

Guiding his tip between your folds and sinking as deep into your warmth as the position allows, both of you moan as he breaches your body. Like this, he can’t snap his hips, or sink as far into your slick channel, yet the position is intimate with your bodies tightly together. A gentle sway of his hips, his hand serving as a barrier to keep his dick inside your walls with his shallow thrusts. 

“So good.” Moaning as the orgasm you had been denied already has you near the edge, rolling your neck to try and coax him into a kiss. A brush of his lips before the kiss deepens, gliding his tongue along the inside of your mouth. Just as he starts to flick your clit with one of his fingers. It’s different, but still has your body thruming with the beat of your heart. A mewl low in your throat, a verbal signal to him that you’re close once more. 

This time he doesn’t stop. Lifting his lips away to watch you come undone for him with a low call of his name as your walls clench around his cock as if trying to suck the rest of his length in and milk his balls dry. It’s one of Lucifer’s favorite sights, the way your eyes flicker as you fight to keep them from shutting, the way creases along the corners of your eyes form as your body is flooded with chemicals from your release. The way your jaw goes slack after a moment when you decide to succumb to the pleasure racing through you instead of trying to hold it back. The visible pulse of your heartbeat in your neck as the muscle races to pump blood through your relaxing form, it makes his own mind reel. 

He’s far from done, waiting for you to come down from your high before he starts to move again. Pulling several more orgasms from your body between his soft praises and lingering kisses. At night, he fucks you to the point of breaking you. Reminding you who you belong to with the snap of his hips, your hands bound to keep you from trying to caress his body and distract him. Once in a while, he gags you to keep you from breaking his focus with your cries of his name. A rough lover you can’t get enough of.  

The mornings, however, are for long lingering touches when the mood strikes him. A reminder that as much as you belong to the avatar of pride, he also belongs to you. A possessiveness he wishes you showed a little more when it came to him. As selfish as he is, he knows he can’t keep you to himself when his brothers also vie for your attention. A concession on his part, but they are his brothers and he’ll allow some lenience when it comes to them. 

It’s the other demons of the Devildom that get under his skin when it comes to you. The way they try to be coy when speaking to you in the halls of RAD, the offers for coffee at the newest cafe, and similar dates that seem to come at you from all directions. The piles of so called confessions that pour from your locker when you open it. It makes part of him rage inside of him because his own pride stops him from proclaiming you’re his. That a demon like him could wind up so desperate for a human. 

Instead, he contents himself by flooding your core with his cum. His voice low as he whispers against your ear. “The idea of all those demons flirting with you today, unaware of my seed dripping from your core. It does something to appease my ruffed feathers at them thinking they can take what’s mine.” Grinning wide aware you can’t see the smirk that bares his namesake sin. “I’m well aware that they could never succeed in seducing you from my side, but it’s fun to watch them try. Knowing you’re thinking about me when your core twinges, as your skin grows flush at the thought of being under me again.” 

You let out a small noise before shaking your head at his antics. “You’re not wrong Lucifer, but I sweat sometimes you’re over the top.” 

Laughing as he gives your body a swat before removing his softening length from your core. “I am your top after all.” Rolling to slip off the side of the bed with a swagger in his step. “I did tell you once every bottom deserves the right one did I not?” 

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” He just keeps laughing as he heads for his private bathroom instead of answering you. 

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I thought that this would be fun to do and it was! The child version of myself looks more like a main character to be honest, lmao

Anyone can join! This was a blast I do recommend it!

Picrew tag game!- Create yourself now vs how you looked when you were a kid

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I was tagged by @cutebisexualmess for this but the chain was too long so I'm restarting!

If only that little girl could see me now (she'd probably think I was cool tbh)

uhm tagging: @b3achfagz (ik you dont do tag games so u can just ignore this but i though u might find it cool) @cassiecryptic @viktheviking1 @depressedgremlinbitch @ramencat12 @inkyslimee @the-horrifying-digital-circus @patipati @cute--thing @musicalsiphonophore @tastetherainbow290 @disenchantedwarlock @bookishcatcafe and anyone else who sees this and thinks it looks cool!!

So I posted a few days ago about making a platonic yandere Gojo x reader story. However I am unsure which one I should do sooo

The fic is going to be dark. If it has romantic undertones I do apologize for I can't figure out if I write something like that accidentally.

Also I fully believe that platonic yanderes are scarier than romantic yanderes.

Symbolism in Writing

Weather Symbolism

Rain: cleansing, sadness, renewal, obstacles

Sunshine: happiness, hope, clarity, energy

Storms: conflict, turmoil, dramatic change

Snow: purity, stillness, coldness, isolation

Fog: confusion, mystery, uncertainty

Wind: change, freedom, unrest, communication

Animal Symbolism

Eagle: freedom, vision, strength, courage

Lion: bravery, power, leadership, pride

Dove: peace, love, innocence, spirituality

Wolf: loyalty, cunning, survival, community

Snake: transformation, danger, temptation, wisdom

Butterfly: transformation, beauty, impermanence

Plant Symbolism

Rose: love, beauty, passion, secrecy

Oak Tree: strength, endurance, wisdom

Willow Tree: sadness, flexibility, resilience

Lotus Flower: purity, enlightenment, rebirth

Ivy: friendship, fidelity, eternity

Cactus: endurance, protection, warmth

Object Symbolism

Mirror: self-reflection, truth, illusion

Key: opportunity, secrets, freedom

Bridge: connection, transition, overcoming obstacles

Candle: hope, spirituality, life, guidance

Clock: time, mortality, urgency

Mask: disguise, deception, concealment

Number Symbolism

One: beginnings, unity, individuality

Two: partnership, balance, duality

Three: creativity, growth, completeness

Four: stability, order, foundation

Five: change, adventure, unpredictability

Seven: mystery, spirituality, luck

Season Symbolism

Spring: renewal, birth, growth, hope

Summer: vitality, abundance, joy, freedom

Autumn: change, maturity, decline, reflection

Winter: death, stillness, introspection, endurance

Light and Darkness Symbolism

Light: knowledge, purity, safety, enlightenment

Darkness: ignorance, evil, mystery, fear

Shadow: the unconscious, secrets, mystery

Twilight: ambiguity, transition, mystery

Element Symbolism

Fire: passion, destruction, energy, transformation

Water: emotion, intuition, life, change

Earth: stability, grounding, fertility, growth

Air: intellect, communication, freedom, change

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower