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𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩

❦ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝙇𝘼𝙇𝙀 · 30⇡ · she/her · queer writer · INFJ · aquarius · /ᐠ｡▿｡ᐟ\ ᵖᵘʳʳ

⤅ 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

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✽ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

Demon Slayer 〣 Jujutsu Kaisen 〣 Hell's Paradise 〣 Naruto 〣 One Piece

i love a relatable mc

i’m clearing out my drafts and i have NO idea where i wanted to go with this one, but i’m pretty sure it was going to be a confused appreciation post about the new flavor of men that have entered my harem lately LOL

for the longest time i've plagued myself thinking i need to write long fics, "proper fics", as if anything below 3k words was just a warm-up and nothing more, an appetizer before the actual meal. the longer the fic, the better, yada yada.

life became more freeing when i allowed myself to find joy in small drabbles and headcanons too, without brushing them off as something minor or something i write in between. it's fun and challenging trying to tell a whole story in less than 200 words! it fills my heart with joy just thinking about silly headcanons and writing them down, just gathering my scattered thoughts and letting them bounce around! it doesn't make you any less of a writer when i don't meet a certain word count that you probably made up in your own beautiful but cruel mind.

shake off the shackles you put on yourself, baby

3:41 AM and neck kisses all the way from the jaw to your collarbones, and big arms wrapping gently around your waist from behind, hips rolled lazily, and pillow talk that turns into hushed and pleading prayers of more more more and shh relax baby or it won’t fit, and quiet whining when the hand around your neck lingers long enough to make you beg a little, and featherlight taps against your cheeks asking you to open up, to devour everything placed on the tip of your tongue, the spit and the essence of yours; it’s the lovers and the lonely who are the only ones awake

MELK HELLO????

ngl i straight up started bawling when i read your message, it popped up just at the right time when i really needed to hear some kindness and there you came in with the steel chair (affectionate)

you’re so sweet it gives me cuteness aggression so just let me bite your ass please 😔

i think i will always be in awe when writers like you, that I look up to and admire, compliment me on my skill, literally just makes my brain bluescreen. i’m not sure how i deserve all of this but please know that i’m taking every single word to heart and will feast on it for a very, very long time! so thank you a ton for this unexpected kindness i will cry forever bye

gonna dial 1-800-ANGELEYES now to let them know there’s an angel missing because clearly you are one of them?? if you want to run away together just say the word and i’ll pick you up at dawn

kissing you a thousand times and tucking you into bed, ily!!! 🩷

❥ falling asleep besides you for the first time ↳ w/ Toji, Naoya, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Higuruma, Sukuna & Choso

a/n: this came over me like a fever dream during another episode of insomnia. some of those drabbles are a little sad, i apologize. it's what you get with all those tragics characters. reader is gn!

word count: 1.4k

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t even want to fall asleep; it’s not like he had a good night of rest ever since… well. He tells himself he’s just gonna close his eyes for a bit, stretched out on the couch next to you, his weary head in your lap. There’s still blood on his hands and on the side of his face, he’s gonna get cleaned up in just a bit, he mumbles, but the words come out heavy and drowsy, and your fingers are tangled in his hair now and your voice is this sweet whisper, baby, I love you anyway, and Toji–Toji just gives in. For the first time, sleep doesn’t come over him as a heavy veil, as if he’s drowning; for once it’s something peaceful, something quiet. Something he welcomes. Next to you, you with your fingers woven between his, you who loves even the broken parts of him, you with quiet love and reassurance that you’re still gonna be there when he wakes up again.

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 hasn’t had another warm body next to him under the covers in a long time. He doesn’t realize how much he missed this until your body melts into his, one leg swung over his thighs, your arm sneaking around his waist and your head finding its spot in the crook of his neck. His cheek falls softly against your forehead when he pulls you closer, breathing in the scent of you that’s the closest to home he ever felt, pressing kisses on the crown of your head. It’s not just lust–oh, he wants to devour you, but there’ll be time in the morning–it’s the absence of loneliness and unspoken confessions. Higuruma can tell when he’s falling in love and in this moment he’s wading deep, deeper through his feelings for you, biting his tongue so they don’t spill out all over the pillows and into you. You already know anyway, and when the sun comes up again, you’ll lick them from the cave of his mouth like a prayer.