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doudouma · 3 months

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Heyo! I'd like to request a top three upper moon x s/o! Reader who is kind of mad at them and refuses to cuddle them (but ends up the one cuddling when they thought that they fell asleep- which they didn't.)

“wait, i thought you were sleeping?!”

upper3 reaction to you cuddling them but you’re angry! _______________________________________________

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you’re upset at the upper moon trio (separate), but you cuddle them when you thought they fell asleep〜

there are no warnings, my dear lotus.

↑ (reader spooning character, if you’re worried about that.)

reader is gender neutral.�� 〜

a/n : for some reason, i couldn’t comprehend this request. after all, it was late at night〜apologies my lotus, this request is cute！

！anon, i want to apologize to you. right when i finished writing, i reread the request and realized i slightly misunderstood it, and i do not know how to fix it. i decided to post it anyways. m(_ _)m

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kokushibo

kokushibo.. your straight-forward silent lover…

he knows why you could potentially be upset, but doesn’t see the purpose of being upset about it.

you were upset at something that happened earlier, and tried to ask for a solution from your beloved〜

he gave you your answer, alright.. but he worded it in a way that might’ve made it seem like it was your fault on what happened.

he didn’t try to! he just tried to get you to realize where exactly it went wrong.

now… he’s just waiting in anticipation for your response.

but instead, you just sit there just trying to pinpoint what his goal in mind was. looking a more upset than before.

forgetting it all, you end up heading to bed, attempting to just relax.

drifting off to sleep (if you’re able to sleep), you suddenly remember that your lover didn’t join you to bed. will a small disagreement split the two of you up into separate rooms tonight?

your eyes quickly widen and see that kokushibo is there, but with his back facing you.

when did he even get in here?! it looks like he’s been here for a minute too. sneaky uppermoon one…

now that you’re relieved, you move closer to him, and place your arm around him to his heart♡

he slightly smiles, only smiles. eventually he tells you as he rest his eyes..

“i apologize for the way i initially communicated with you. we may talk this out tomorrow, with less misunderstandings, (name).”

douma

douma wouldn’t understand why you’re mad at him!

teasing is just his nature! no matter how harsh it is, to him, he’s only speaking out of love.

which he is, but.. he doesn’t consider that other people could find it offensive or annoying.

he’ll listen when you voice your opinion on his absurd way of showing love, but, it’ll only result in more teasing〜

eventually, you get too fed up with his cockiness and foul teasing to the point where you just go to bed! without him!

even while upset at your love, you do fairly want him by your side, even if he is being a little s- -

- -so like i said, he wouldn’t fully understand on why you’re upset, so he’s not giving you any personal space.

therefore, he ends up joining you in bed〜

in bed where it feels like forever, with the both of you facing opposite ways.

you silently look over, and to what it seems like he’s “sleeping”.

soon enough you flip over and spoon him, while a smirk appears on doumas face, as he places his hand on top of yours♡

somehow in a span of three seconds, now he’s spooning you, hugging you while saying,

“oh, my love! i knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for too long〜 oh how much i’ve missed you♡”

akaza

akaza is aware of where this all went wrong, but in his brain (if demons have one atp) he just tried to help.

today was just not the day for you.

maybe someone was being annoying, you lost a fight, woke up on the wrong side of the bed, who knows.

whatever happened, akaza was determined to fix it, because he only wants his lover to be happy!

but… you just wanted to be alone. sometimes alone time is all you need〜

but akaza kept bringing you things you like, kept staying near you, and kept asking if everything was alright♡

you accepted his kindness and offers, but you genuinely just wanted to be alone to recharge, but your lover being persistent as he is only made you feel more annoyed.

you expressed that, but he just kept following you like a lost puppy!

in due time, you end up vaguely telling off akaza for “pestering” you and how you just had a awful day.

he stands there, with a blanket and pillow in his hand, not saying a word as you walk off to bed… and he follows you.

he tucks both of you to bed, and you both lay there facing opposite ways.

you lay there, thinking over your day. you shortly realize that akaza was there for you even at your lowest, but you didn’t see it because you were already upset.

you turn around, and swiftly spoon the “sleeping” akaza, holding his hand〜

he lets out a little chuckle and caresses your hand to tell you,

“i’m sorry for ruining your day even further. but i’m glad to be here for you now. sometimes just a hug is all you need, my love.”

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besides me accidentally messing this up, the request was fun to write! i’m trying to dive into other fandoms and post more often. i look forward into having your support, my precious flowers.❀ 〜

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dogwithrabies · 11 months

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what if.. hybrid scara in his breeding season and he needs help? he's usually submissive but he wants to try dominate you, and you agreed! he was a bit shy at first but later on he's pounding into you in rapid pace as you shake in overstimulation, moaning nonstop, begging him to slow down, back arched, eyes rolled, toes curled, squirted multiple times, just 😵‍💫😵‍💫‼️‼️

can you add some degradation kink pls? ○|￣|＿

also can I be "st4rz anon"?

Hello st4rz!! Apologies for the time this took me,, i got busy''' I wasn't sure what kind of hybrid you meant so I went with a kitty I hope that's fine!! i think I strayed a bit from the original prompt but I hope u enjoy it nonetheless <3

【★】 cws: gn reader but described as afab, sub reader, this is not proof read

word count: 1.6k

Kunikuzushi was always good at being sneaky, you hadn’t even heard him until he sat next to you on the couch, arms instantly around your waist. You felt his hot breath on your neck as he left a trail of kisses. Affection was a thing he seldom initiated, so it was always something you cherished. Actually communicating and asking for things just wasn’t his style. He usually just sat around you, slightly pouting (though he’d deny it if you pointed it out), hoping you’d get the hint.

However, today was not the case.

His heat had arrived earlier than expected, leaving his most uninhibited desires on full display. Now facing him, you sneak your arms around his neck pulling him for a kiss. It’s pleasant, and his lips feel nice against yours. But you can feel a tinge of desperation on his part, an urge to deepen it. Nibbling on your lower lip as if asking for permission, he sneaks his tongue into your mouth when he feels your lips parting.

It’s only when you’re effectively left breathless that he pulls away.

“Needy much?”, he’s not looking at you but he can just feel the smirk forming on your face.

He shifts lower, “Shush.” he mutters while readjusting himself, no longer straddling your hips, choosing instead to lay in between your legs.

You don’t miss the hardness poking your thigh.

He doesn’t give you the time to address it though, immediately pulling you in another kiss, even more desperate than the previous one. He feels your hands moving lower on his torso, grabbing and pulling at his shirt, urging him to take it off. Usually, he would oblige. Letting you take the dominant role whenever you got intimate was almost second nature to him. He wouldn’t call himself a sub, lest his ego implodes, and the thought of taking the upper hand had been buzzing in his mind for a while.

Today was the day, he decided.

He pulls away, grabs your hands, and pins them at your sides. Your eyes meet his and you open your mouth to question him, but the words die in your throat when you see just how intensely he’s looking at you. His stare has always been intense but now he looks like he’s fully undressing you with his eyes. His expression, however… is he embarrassed? He huffs and looks away when you make eye contact. Does he want to ask you something?

His eagerness makes you guess that his heat has arrived. You’ve helped him through it countless times already. A light bulb went on in your mind.

“Do you want to top?”, you speak up. Face flushed, he hesitates but then nods silently.

Moving his hands, he grabs the hem of your shirt he pulls it up and over your head. Now that he has better access, he latches onto your neck again. Biting and licking and covering you in his own marks. He always gets more possessive during moments like these. Realistically, he knows you’re his (as much as he is yours), but it’s a desire that comes from deep within. His shorts feel even tighter when hears you slightly whimper as he keeps his assault on your neck. His hips move on their own and he finds himself grinding against your core. Your hands move down his torso once again, and this time he lets you. Your touch on his bare skin leaves a tingling sensation, he feels a shiver running down his spine as he feels you touching lower.

There’s no reason to tease himself like this any further, his carnal urges take over. In a quick motion, he takes off your pants and the rest of his clothes, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

The wetness between your thighs arouses him further. With two fingers, he runs them along your folds, slowly toying with you. He swirls them one last time before pulling away. Covered in your slick, he brings them to his mouth. His tongue darts out as he licks his fingers clean of your essence.

“Kuni,” your voice brings him out of his thoughts and back to the matter at hand.

“Please?” Well, how could he ever say no to you?

He finally puts his palm around his neglected member and aligns it with your hole. He drags it up and down covering it in slick, the sensation makes him shudder. While you’re squirming under him, he pushes in, slowly sinking into you. A moan escapes from his lips as the pleasure engulfs him.

His head sinks in the crook of your neck, muffled pants can be heard as he struggles to keep his composure. Your hands run down his back soothingly, encouraging him to take his time. He’s not usually this sensitive… hell, he’s been fucked senseless multiple times, but his heats truly take a toll on him. Slowly, he starts thrusting into you, quickly falling into a steady rhythm.

Each thrust sends pleasure through you, your moans just spur him on. His name falls from your lips like a mantra as your grip on his back grows stronger. He hits deep, a feeling of fullness overwhelming you every time he pushes in fully.

There’s a spot that makes you clench on him harder. He chases that feeling, focusing all his energy on hitting it continuously. Your back arches and your moans become more frequent the more he pounds into that spot. Your climax builds up fast, Kunikuzushi's moans right by your ears certainly don't make you a favor.

It doesn’t take long before you come undone around him, your fingers scratching his back and your legs locking behind him. He keeps moving allowing you to ride your orgasm out.

Actually, he never stops thrusting.

“Kuni-” “I’m not finished.” He cuts in before you even get to finish.

He grabs your legs and pushes them toward your chest. This new angle allows him to hit deeper.

“I’m gonna keep going until I'm satisfied” he speaks between thrusts, mind completely fogged by lust. Keeping up is impossible, the relentless slide of his length hitting deeper with each thrust.

Pleasure slowly turns into overwhelming overstimulation, but he keeps going undaunted.

“You’re gonna take me right?” he whispers by your ear. “You’re gonna be good for me…?” His sultry voice rings in your ears. He’s not really waiting for an answer, it sounds more like he’s making these statements for himself. He grunts as he speeds up the pace, cursing under his breath as he feels himself getting closer. He can feel everything, every time you clench around him his stomach churns.

He leans down and bites into your shoulder to muffle his moans. Bottoming out one last time he releases into you, thick white ropes as deep as he can reach. He keeps moving, riding out his high till the end. Letting go of your legs, he lays down limp on your chest.

You're both just catching your breaths for a while, chests heaving up and down quickly.

"I like this uh, rougher side of you" You break the silence first.

He hums next to your ear, holding himself up with his arms so he can get a better look at your face. It's messy, still blushing and hair sticking to your forehead.

"Good, 'cause I'm not finished yet." Getting up completely, he pulls out his, still hard, cock. Turning you to lay on your stomach, he observes as his come leaks out of you. He can't have that going to waste, so he uses his fingers to scoop it back inside before sinking himself into you again.

The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, you turn around to look at him. He stares back at you with a proud smirk on his face, but it fades quickly as he asks you for permission to keep going. When you nod, he doesn't waste a second and grabs your waist dragging you to him as he starts moving again.

Despite having finished once already, he still finds himself twitching with need and eager to fill you up again. The sight of his come leaking out of you aroused him, it revived a spark of possessiveness he usually (tries to) keeps hidden.

He wants more of that.

Leaning his chest over your back he gets close to your ear. "A-are you enjoying this?" he says between pants. You try to answer, but all that comes out is a winded whimper. "Do you like it when I use you like this?"

He laughs above you, his grip on you getting tighter. "Can't talk? Have I fucked you stupid already?" he says mimicking the sentences you told him during your previous sexcapades. One of his hands slides from your waist and between your legs, settling on your clit. He rubs his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, intending to draw out more of your noises. Thin fingers move from your neck to your back, moving your hair so he can leave some marks on the untouched skin of your neck. Biting and licking, he doesn't intend to leave any spot blank. Moving down to your shoulder he only gets harsher, latching himself onto a spot until it bruises.

His name rolls off your tongue, it's muffled but he can still hear it. The sight of your back arched and your pleas for him go straight to his dick. He holds still for a moment, pushing himself as deep as he can before releasing once again. But the break is short lived, not even giving you time to catch your breath as he starts moving his hips again. His come gushes around his member, leaking out of your hole and onto your couch. Neither of you cares at the moment, Kuni being too busy fucking himself into you to even notice. It would be a while until he gets his fill anyway.

#st4rz anon #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche smut #dog writes

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slasher-dasher · 8 months

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AYYYYY NEW BLOG! i'd love to see something about like any of the slashers you write for celebrating like an anniversary with their s/o! (big fan of danny and thomas so if any of them, for sure them 😌)

- 🔪💕

(AAAAA I'm sorry this took so long anon but I hope you enjoy <3)

~Slashers Celebrating an Anniversary~

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Thomas Hewitt:

Gets all his chores done earlier in the day so he can spend as much of it with you

He takes on most of your chores for the day too, much to your protest

He thinks he's being sneaky when he tries to get flowers and the few gifts he was able to grab off of victims to give to you (he isn't, he's doing this in plain sight)

You two are left alone most of the day while Luda Mae keeps the others in line

"Don't be too loud down there you two!" "HOYT-"

You make a nice dinner with him to take down into the basement (his brothers will torment you the whole time if you stay upstairs)

The hand-picked bouquet is the centerpiece, the jewelry he picked up shine in the dim basement light, the clothes he found fit you perfectly, and he looks at you like you're the world~

Danny Johnson:

Loads of gifts, like you wake up to him piling them on top of you

"Wakey wakey sweetheart!" "Hu-"

He will have you pose with each one for his collection, especially the clothes

Speaking of, polaroid's!! And lots of them!! His favorite thing to do is take pictures of you so expect to get a collage of his personal favorites~

Makes you get dressed up and takes you to a movie you've been excited to see (he sneaks in all your favorite snacks too!)

Don't think he's done taking pictures of you because he has more plans for when you get back home~ (Horny 🫵)

He's gonna have to work extra hard next year to one-up himself :)

Brahms Heelshire:

He's extra clingy, like literally attached at your hip all day, hands anywhere they can reach clingy

Kisses! Anywhere he can reach is getting a kiss, and he expects them in return

"I could get the chores done faster if you would stop hugging me Brahms," "Leave them for later :(" very whiny when you pull away

You do end up leaving the chores for later because he will just pick you up and bring you to the closest piece of furniture for cuddles when you try to move away again

The only time he leaves you is when you hear a knock on the door and Malcolm's voice from the other side, and he returns just as quickly as he leaves, holding a small box

There's a round cake made of your favorite flavor(s) in the box, with icing flowers piped around the edge and "Happy Anniversary!" written in beautiful calligraphy

"Did I do good, love?" "Of course you did, Brahms~"

Overall, very sweet, but very, very touchy

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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Okay, needed to share this thought with another Dammon appreciator.

Imagine Dammon not quite knowing how to express his feelings for Tav once he has to admit he has them. Like he can’t just come out and say it. It feels too wrong coming from him when compared to everyone else it could be coming from around them.

So he gives a generous discount, he helps Karlach (though he’d’ve done that anyway. If not for doing the right thing to help someone then to feel the pull of the infernal metal again. He misses the power and how dangerous and unwieldy it was and that’s just another reason those words can’t come from him.) He pilfers away damaged pieces of armor once Tav is asleep and repairs them, always placing them back in the pile before he heads to his own bed in the forge. He doesn’t know if anyone sees him but no one ever stops him. One day a piece of the armor can’t be repaired and so he makes something better. Something that won’t break. (Something to keep Tav safe while the rest of the world is being saved.)

And Tav. Tav cares. Tav admires. (Tav wants but has to lead, so Tav marches on) Always quietly relived when the group gets to the Last Light at the end of the days information gathering and planning and everyone is still there. Eyes glancing over to the warmly glowing forge and catching on the relentlessly determined (handsome) tiefling working there.

But Tav is also tired, they all are but at the end of the line all the decisions are on Tav and that weight isn’t insignificant.

This fight was particularly brutal and it shows in the weight of the party as they trudge to their tents. Tav starts to take their armor off at the end of the night and it’s different. Looks down and sees gleaming metal, armor that just by its looks is obviously more lovingly and well crafted than anything else they have on. Who looks over at the still glowing forge in the glow of the moon shield and follows their feet over that way.

Who just looks at Dammon as they stand there dumbly, half in and half out of armor. Who just stares at him as he turns to see who wandered in. Who has the armor in question their hand as they walk over to him slowly and now Dammon is panicking. Are they mad? (They aren’t.) Was the original piece special to them? (it wasn’t.) And while he’s panicking Tav has gotten within a few feet of him and stopped suddenly (Their brain finally caught up to their feet) and when he looks up they look so confused and maybe a bit hopeful? And before he can say anything they’re looking down at the armor in their hands (the armor he made for them) and he wonders idly when the last time someone protected Tav instead of being shielded by them was. And before he knows it, that thought has propelled him to right in front of them and he’s tentatively pulling them into his chest and holding them tight when they sink into his arms, tail wrapping around their leg down to the ankle and he’ll do everything he can to make sure no one takes them from him (ever) .

(I’m pulling a bit from the Dammon Flaws post earlier because it resonated with something in my Tav)

I'm sorry anon, I definitely sat on this for a couple days. That was mostly because I post my inbox replies right when I wake up and I feel like this deserved a slightly less sleepy me 😅

I honestly love this so much, just sneaky Dammon trying to do whatever he can for Tav, to make their life a bit easier. All of it culminating in a sweet hug in his forge when they finally realise the extent he's gone to. Honestly I can absolutely see him doing these things, and telling himself they aren't anything special, and that they have many more options than just him. He just really needs a kiss to quieten down his thoughts a little bit.

Thank you for sending this in, I love it so much and I'd love to hear more of your stuff sometime ♥️

#bri rambles #bri answers #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader

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kodaiki · 2 years

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PLSSS WE NEED JEALOUS SNEAKY LINK AOMINE. 😩

a/n: ty for this thirst anon it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while but I finally wrote it !!! if y’all wanna give me more vague prompts like this IM SO DOWN <3333 this is unedited oops. minors and ageless blogs do not interact !!

wc: 4.4k

cw: car sex, riding, creampie, protected sex (reader is on birth control, slight mention of alcohol, afab!reader

“you go out first- wait, fix your tie,” you stammer, reaching for the taller man’s collared shirt, adjusting it in addition to fixing the dark tie hung around it, pulled lose from your doing probably.

fwb!aomine only stares down at you with an easy expression, eyes glinting in satisfaction by the deep flush of your cheeks and slight disheveled appearance. he didn’t even go far, only making out with you and some light grinding in the back corner of the bar where no one could see. yet still, you’re flustered expression makes it look like you went far beyond that.

“thank you,” he murmurs hoarsely, tipping his head downward to send a chill down your back. “you know it’s coming off later anyway right?” he says coolly, bringing a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you squeak at the insinuation of his words, quickly glaring at him afterward.

“aomine-!”

“daiki,” he corrects lowly, retracting his hand.

“-don’t just say stuff like that!”

the dark haired man only laughs at you, not in the condescending way like he usually did, but more lighthearted, more amused if anything.

“sorry, sorry,” he apologizes but the grin on his face contradicts his message entirely. “i’ll be going then.” he pats your cheek gently, leaning down once more to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

aomine leaves you alone in the corner to collect yourself, both physically and mentally. the burn in your stomach makes you frown, both in frustration and discomfort, just by the doing of the raven haired man alone.

you spend the next few minutes tugging at your dress, a pretty floral dress, as to how it was earlier in the evening during dinner, and patting down your hair, in hopes it wasn’t too much of a mess. the flush of your cheeks still burns at the entire recent event making you wonder how aomine could always appear so calm and casual.

you and daiki aomine are not a couple. definitely not.

but you sure as hell ain’t just friends either.

from what you recall, your... relationship began around six months prior at a reunion with your friends from college; it'd been only a year since you all graduated.

you'd all gone separate ways through your respective careers and though you did manage to see your friends on different occasions or when you were free, it was never the whole lot of you as it is right now.

so, those six months ago, the reunion, having taken place at a bar, set the perfect stage for the two off you. you and aomine had been the last ones of the friend group to leave the bar, having settled on two bar stools, updating the other about what had gone on in your lives. one thing led to another, alcohol and the bar's romantic aura playing a significant role, and you ended up going home with him. from that moment forward, it became an unspoken thing, a physical relationship for either of your needs.

once you’re seated, you send a pressed grin to the rest of the table, hopeful that no one saw through your lie about using the restroom.

briefly, you glance over at aomine who’s already immersed in a conversation with kagami, hand wrapped around the beer he most likely ordered as a ploy for why he was gone for so long. he's pulled up his sleeves, cuffing them, showing off a peek of the tattood sleeve he has on his left arm. as if feeling your stare, he averts his gaze for a split second, looking at you, offering you a raised brow.

you scrunch your nose at the way you can read his mind.

already wanting more, the mischievous glint in his eye says all. he eyes the front door of the restaurant, as if saying let's get out of here, followed by a cheeky smile behind the beer bottle he's about to take a swig of.

you scoff quietly at that, shaking your head at his brazenness.

"what about you, y/n?"

"hm, what?" you're brought out of your staring contest with aomine by the light chime beside you. you turn to face kise who's smiling rather mischievously at you. "sorry what was the question?"

"have you been out on dates throughout the year? midorimacchi says he's too busy and kurokocchi is gatekeeping his relationship with momoi," he says with a pout, tilting his head down at you.

"oh! uh, nope, no dates," you reveal with a nervous laugh. it isn't exactly a lie. all those times aomine's come over your place and you to his, you don't really consider dates and you're sure he doesn't either. confirming your thoughts, when you glance over at the man, he simply twitches an eyebrow upward in a playful manner.

"wha- really?" kise comments incredulously. "i sincerely doubt that."

"why?" you can't help but ask with a confused expression, furrowing your brows at him. it seems the rest of the table has settled into teir own conversation with the person or persons beside him, leaving you and kise to chat.

"well, i mean, you're pretty! i'd think people would've asked you out during the year," he admits a bit bashfully, rubbing a hand behind his neck. you think nothing of it, simply waving him off as being nice.

"you're too sweet," you sighing, flicking your hand downward. "besides, i've been too busy with work anyway so dates aren't really on my priority list."

"awh, c'mon really?" kise croons out, jutting out his lower lips. "what if i asked you out?"

"hm?" your brows furrow, full attention straying from the near empty plat of food in front of you to the blonde sitting beside you.

"would you go if i asked you out?" his tone is cheeky, warm, something you understand as a joke or a bit for you to play along with.

"very cheeky," you scoff out with an amused eye roll.

you don't catch the minuscule falter in kise's expression at your lack of awareness, but he quickly recovers when akashi across the table bids his attention, brining him into another conversation.

it isn't until the mini conversation is over that you feel burning into your temple, causing you to look up, only to meet the hard stare aomine's sending your way. your brows knit together in slight confusion, wondering how his expression could change so quickly from calm and lighthearted to seemingly pissed off.

you mouth out a 'you okay?' as to not draw attention to the whole table. you stomach only sinks when he's responds with nothing but a scoff into the bottle, turning his attention away from you and back to kagami in front of him.

the rest of dinner goes rather smoothly, minus aomine's deep frown, with only chatter about the nostalgia of your memories from college, high school and beyond.

"is he alright?" kagami murmurs to you as he helps you with your coat as you all gather to leave. "he seemed a little off toward the end of the night."

you give the taller man a pressed, yet clueless, smile. "no idea. i'll try to ask him about it." you glance over at him whose chin is dropped close to his chest as he stares rather pointedly at you, awaiting you near the front door. "and now he's getting impatient. i'll see you soon!"

you quickly bid your friends goodbye, hastily following aomine back to his car, since he'd dropped you off to the dinner in the first place.

the car ride home is excruciatingly quiet, only the radio and rumble of the car's gas filling your ears as aomine stares straight ahead at the road, tightly gripping the steering wheel.

"daiki-" you attempt to break the silence, but your voice falls in your throat. you shiver in your seat, bringing your thin jacket closer to you in hopes for more warmth. you can't tell if it's the car's cool temperature or aomine's cold aura that's freezing you.

at your movement, aomine slightly relaxes, nonchalantly bringing a hand to his car's controls and turning down the air condition.

"i'm sure kise was only being friendly," you quickly blurt, seizing the opportunity to speak when this is the first time he's so much as twitched since the two of you entered the car. that must be what it's about, right? "you know he's naturally like that."

like that, you say since you're too worried at striking a nerve for even so much as calling him flirty.

you can't tell if the man beside you likes or dislikes your answer anyway but his clenched jaw makes you think it's the latter.

you don't even know why he's so agitated by it; an old friend casually flirted with you, so what? it was in kise's character to be the friendly type and aomine's known him longer than you have; wouldn't he be more accustomed to that?

the man beside you only hums out in response, no acknowledgment in the form of a turn of his head or mere eye contact through side-eyes.

sure, you were close to aomine in more ways than one, but never did you think something as minor as a slight flirt from kise could get on his nerves. he's always been at least a little protective of you since you'd first met in college, steering you away from sleazes and guys he knew were no good. but as far as your concerned, kise's not one of those guys so why on earth is he so upset?

was it something you said?

maybe it had nothing to do with the fact that it was kise flirting with you but the fact that you accepted it? brushing and laughing it off giving him a hunch you liked the guy? that was far from the case but you could see the misunderstanding.

you grasp at another opportunity to speak to him when he parks in front of your apartment building, putting the car in park with the adjustment of his gearshift. quickly covering his hand with yours before he could pull away, you try again. "daiki," you start seriously, worry lacing your tone. "what is it?"

for the first time since you've left the restaurant, he turns to face you and looks at you. his stern expression, knitted brows and deep glare softens when he sees your wide, curious eyes and small frown.

god, he hates the way he's feeling. aomine never feels like this. never angry about some guy, much less some guy interacting with you.

"kise has a crush on you."

aomine's words come out stern and matter-of-fact, throwing you off guard. it's the first thing he's said for a while so that? that wasn't what you were expecting.

"he ... huh?" you attempt to blink away your confusion, batting your lashes at the man beside you quizzically.

it didn't help every face you made made you so damn cute either, aomine thinks as he pushes his tongue into the side of his cheek to keep from so much as smiling at your expression.

"kise," he tries again, raising a brow, "got the hots for you. 'heard him talking about it with tetsu."

your nose scrunches at his choice of words, internally scoffing at hots for you, but you choose to verbally disregard it.

"oh," you murmur, averting your eyes from his. "that's ... funny." you can't help but chuckle awkwardly, detesting the awkwardness settled in the air of aomine's car. the car's been in park for a while now, lights overhead since dimmed and the only light providing you a decent look at the man's facial expressions are from the ones lined up on the streets outside.

"funny?" aomine repeats, turning to you. "how so?"

swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumble out, "i just, don't like him like that. 'can't really."

"you can't..." aomine drawls off with a deadpanned tone, eyes squinting slightly as he tries to analyze your words.

"i can't when there's someone else..." you trail off, hiding the deep flush of your face by turning your whole body toward the passenger's side door, in hopes of escaping the car and bidding aomine a good night.

"hey." he gently grabs your forearm before you could push open the door. "look at me." you glance at yourself in the reflection of his tinted window, lips twisting into an embarrassed pout.

you crane your neck around to face him once more, only to raise a brow, feigning nonchalance. "thanks for the ride dai-"

"y/n." his tone makes you shut up immediately and your throat runs dry. "wanna elaborate on that?" he asks knowingly. it's a request you know, but his intonation clearly says that he'll receive your answer regardless.

"not really," you whisper out a little breathlessly. shit, is the car getting warmer or is it truly just the flush of your cheeks?

he simply raises a brow at you as you slouch in his leathered seats, somewhat defeated by his gaze on you.

"i think you should," he chuckles out dryly, bringing his other hand up to brush a strand of hair that fell in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear. instinctively, your head moves forward, further into the palm of his hand to which he gently rubs a thumb along the pad of your cheek.

"i think i shouldn't," you murmur out. your eyes don't stray from his while you lightly nibble at your lower lip. the air suddenly feels thick and you nearly shift in your shift to pull away from aomine's deep stare. for whatever reason, the hazy air has you drawing forward where you both meet just above the gearshift, making his hand slip up your jaw to the side of your neck.

"why not?" he murmurs out, his face so close to yours, his breath fans over your lips.

how do you not sound like a total dork in this intimate, smooth context saying, i think it's funny because it's not kise i like, it's you, my strictly platonic friends with benefits?

well, if you can't say it, might as well show it, right?

so, you inhale deeply before seizing your lips with his. you bring your hands around the dark necktie he's wearing, crinkling it between your fist and tugging him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

aomine immediately reciprocates, bringing your face between both of his large hands, tilting your head slightly. you can't tell if he's reciprocating because he understands your message or he's just so accustomed to kissing you like this; either way, you're not complaining.

it seems to get sloppier as more time passes, evident by your restlessness. you hum into his mouth, hands going up to grip at the short hands behind his ears, tugging slightly.

in one swift movement, he jerks his seat back, as far back as possible to allow more room, and greedily guides you over the console to plop you on his lap. your lips never separate, only to release a breathy chuckle at the squeak you make when your knee clumsily hits the top of the gearshift on your way over.

you settle your lower back against the bottom of the steering wheel, careful not to trigger the car horn, separating your face from his in order to reach for the buttons along the front of his shirt, having pulled off his tie already. aomine chases your lips anyway, leaning forward to press open-mouthed kisses along the side of your mouth, trailing down your jaw and neck.

"y'so pretty," he says, though it's muffled from his contact on your skin. "my pretty."

his hands grasp at your waist, pulling you flush against him now that you're finished unbuttoning his shirt, pressing you down firmer against his dress pants, unmistakably on the bulge that's his boner.

"shouldn't we go inside?" you mumble, quickly looking side to side, out the windows of his car in case of any onlookers.

"need you now." is all he answers, no inclination to let go of you anytime soon. "besides, tinted windows." he says, lightly knocking against the glass, easing your concerns. it's also rather late, so the chances of someone catching you - however that could happen - are relatively low.

he peels the flimsy lace straps straps of your dress, a short floral one aomine decides he likes, down your arms, no bother letting you pull out your arms. he pulls down the front of your dress, eliciting a gasp from you at his eagerness, freeing your breasts. whatever warm air you were mentally complaining about earlier must've been in your head because your nipples pebble nearly immediately.

he returns to your lips, hands drifting upward to cup and grab at your breasts, smiling against the kiss when you croon and sigh into his mouth.

your fingers tangle through his dark locks as he begins dipping his head lower and lower down your chest before reaching the valley between your breasts. he's particularly gentle with this area, placing chaste kisses along the domes, but he's merciless with your nipples. his fingers roll around one while his mouth latches the other, tongue swirling around the bud and teeth pulling at it, making you throw your neck back as breathy moans escape you.

you press down firmer against him as he gives the other nipple the same love, rolling your hips against his front, begging for any sort of friction between your clothed core and his.

receiving your message loud and clear, he detaches himself, forming a line of spit connecting your bud and his lips.

"daiki," you breathe out desperately. "i want you."

"yeah?" he asks, shuffling out of his dress shirt, now slightly sheer with sweat, allowing you a full view of his torso and upper body. your eyes ogle his arms, tan and toned, muscles of his biceps bulging as he holds you. your eyes drift to the tatted sleeve across his entire left arm, memories of all the times you've grasped and scratched ta it while he was under and over you in similar situations – well, maybe not so similar since this was the first time you've fucked in his car.

normally aomine would tease you, continuing to ask how bad you want him, but seeing you like this: glassy-eyed look, splayed out just for him in the dim lights of the streetlights outside his car; only he gets to see you like this.

and fuck, he loves that.

"'want you, too," he settles on, pressing his lips to yours once more, lifting you by the ass to hike up your dress up your hips where is bunches at your waist, meeting with the top of your dress. meanwhile, you busy yourself, blindly feeling around his crotch area for the button and zipper of his dress pants until finding them.

no wonder car sex is usually done in the back seat, you can't help but think as you watch aomine shove down his pants enough to allow enough room for his cock to spring free. there's hardly any room up here.

"y/n, you can't-"

"s'okay," you slur, leveling yourself over his standing cock, only pushing your panties, a pretty pink lacy pair you'd much rather save than risk getting ripped off, to the side, readying to lower yourself. "'need your dick."

"you're not prepped." aomine grunts when his head brushes over your entrance. "it'll hurt." he can't help but let worry seep into his tone, another indication that what he feels for you is beyond more than a fuck buddy relationship.

"it's okay," you repeat anyway, mind too foggy to back down. "just go slow."

aomine can't argue with that, not when you sound so firm and stubborn while literally hovering just over him. grasping at your hips, he aids you in sinking down on his dick, making him seethe at the tight fit.

your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, tucking your head into his neck, damp with sweat but your don't mind.

"i got you," aomine coos, rubbing your back soothingly. "just let me know when to move."

it's when he's caring like this, a stark contrast than how he shows off to other people, that gets your stomach doing somersaults and heart rate going erratic.

you don't know how long you're sat like that, eyes shut as you grow accustomed to the stretch of his dick, it could be seconds, minutes. after a small while, you lift your head from his shoulder. "okay, i'm good, you can start moving."

he simply nods down at you, eyes darkened, yet still showing that same fondness he usually has when you're this close and intimate, gently wiping some sweat on your forehead with the side of his hand before bringing it back to your hips. slowly, while gripping at your hips firmly, he lifts you up before dropping you back down, in addition to thrusting himself up into you.

soon enough, the only sounds heard in the car are the slapping of wet skin and the moans and guttural groans coming from the two of you. fog sticks to the glass of the car windows, darkening the lighting inside the car even further.

you use his shoulders as leverage while you bounce above him, meanwhile his teeth clash and glade along your throat, most likely littering love marks. his hands have slid down to your ass, squeezing and kneading at the fat of it as he guides you up and down his shaft.

"so good," you chant out, so often, it may be the only words you can say.

"made f'me," aomine grunts, speeding up his pace when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to tighten. "all for me."

"for... you," you affirm, mind foggier with lust than before. "only for you. all for you." you're babbling at this point, words you can't filter but not necessarily untrue.

"i'm close," he warns, making you nod profusely as if iterating you are, too. "you gonna cum? want you to cum 'round my cock."

"mhm, mhm!" you hum, losing yourself in his relentless pace.

it's a prior conversation that made aomine known to the fact that your on the pill, something you'd drilled into him the first night you slept together when he'd asked where he should release.

"you're so pretty like this, f'me. mine," he blurts, watching the area where your pussy meets his dick, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust.

"yours!"

"love this pussy." after some sloppy thrusts upwards, no doubt from him chasing his high, he lets out a deep groan, cock twitching inside you as warm ropes of cum paint your walls. "i love you."

aomine doesn't stop, however, with a new mission to let you finish. he continues to thrust into you, riding through his orgasm as he aids you in chasing yours. he bounces you up and down more firmly than before, focusing on pressure instead of speed. tears stream down your cheeks, mascara probably running under your eyes.

"c'mon baby, cum for me," he urges.

that seems to do the job because with one final jerk of his hips upward, you freeze above him, shaking as your orgasm takes over. your limp on his lip, muscles aching as a clearish-white ring of cum settles around the base of aomine's dick.

he carefully lifts you off his softened dick, plopping you on his thighs and continues to hold you close in his arms, warm hands gently rubbing at the flesh of your ass and hips where his probably brutal grip was. "you okay?"

you nod against him, bringing a hand up to trace absentmindedly along his chest. it isn't until you're clearer in the head that you've registered his words, shyly averting your gaze from his.

did he mean that? or was it an in the moment thing?

"dai," you murmur quietly.

"yeah?" he asks hoarsely, tilting his head down in attempt to meet your gaze.

"you um, said something before," you trail off, hoping you wouldn't have to outright repeat it in case it causes awkwardness within the small space of his car.

aomine knows exactly what you're talking about. although what he said was amidst being balls deep in you with nothing but you and his high on his mind, he was completely honest in saying them.

he could either run away from it, claiming it as a slip of the tongue accident that he didn't really mean in hopes of preserving your strict fuck buddy relationship, or he could risk it all; risk that you don't feel the same yet still come clean about his own feelings.

when it came to you, aomine has the urge to be nothing but truthful.

"i meant it," he answers seriously. "i know what we have is strictly physical but if i'm being honest i think i've loved you since college but i was too dumb or stubborn to admit it to myself."

you release a breath you don't realize you've been holding, finally gaining the courage to look up and face him.

he looks away from you this time, choosing to glance at the fogged up windows. "it's alright if you don't feel the same, just thought i'd-"

you don't let him continue beyond that, quickly pecking his lips to cut him off. when he averts his gaze back to you, your lips curl up into a small smile. "i love you, too."

he smiles at that, a genuine, happy one albeit tired from the prior engagement, and leans his forehead against yours. it's a moment before he mutters, "it's getting pretty sticky, right? we should head inside."

"yeah," you quickly agree, hastily fixing your dress to look the least bit presentable for anyone who may be in your apartment's lobby.

the two of you step out of the car, sighing in the much cooler night air contrasting aomine's car's warm, sex-ridden air. "and dai?" you ask as he shuts his car door.

"hm?"

"if you were just jealous of kise, y'coulda just said so." a knowing grin curls up your lips as you face aomine. he only deadpans at you for a mere moment before pressing a kiss to your temple with a low chuckle, hinting that whatever happened at dinner no longer concerns him.

ʚĭɞ reblogs and interaction always appreciated! ʚĭɞ

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writingsofmax · 10 months

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Hiya! Please may I request a fic where Edward Nashton (either College Edward Nashton or Reader works in the Diner in “The Batman” time period) where Edward finds out the reader has been drawing him sat behind a book or a laptop, or writing something down or even walking around etc?

I may be guilty to drawing Edward Nashton at College/Uni and sat at The Diner (you know the one.)

Anyway, Thank You for letting me request!

Thanks again, Anon x

Artist at the Diner: Edward x GN Reader

Don’t be paranoid, Edward thought to himself.

He had noticed you for awhile. Normally he was too engaged with his work to notice anyone inside the Diner with him. He was always watching out the windows, seeing who was coming or going from the Iceberg Lounge, and writing all of his findings down dutifully in his notebook.

Today though, he had a feeling he couldn’t shake. The feeling that someone was watching him. It crept up his spine and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, sending a shiver through his body. And then he saw you.

Of course when he finally caught you looking at him, you averted your gaze immediately. All the more suspicious.

Don’t be paranoid, he kept thinking, you’ve been more than careful to cover your tracks. They think they’re untouchable but I actually am.

But as he caught you glancing up at him more and more, it was unmistakeable. You were watching him. On purpose.

Why? The question echoed through his mind, as he thought of every possibility. He had been found out. It was one of Falcone’s lackeys trailing him. No, perhaps one of his own followers? Was it someone associated with the Batman? Had he finally been noticed?

Just then, you got up and went to the restroom. He waited until the swinging door closed behind you and then got up, adrenaline coursing through his body. He gathered his things and quickly shoved them into his messenger bag. If someone had found out his identity, he needed to leave now. Find a way to do damage control.

After he had gathered his things, he noted that you left a notebook open on your table, as well as a laptop. That was a good first start to figuring out who you could possibly be. Once he got to your table he dropped his pen, bending down to pick it up. As he leaned over he looked at your notebook, written down in it was———

Sketches..?

Filling the page was multiple sketches of him at the dinner. A side profile of his face, a study of him sipping his coffee. A detail close up of his jacket.

Oh, Edward thought, feeling a bit foolish now, they were just drawing me. That’s why they were looking.

But why had you been drawing him? There weren’t drawings of anyone else on the page. He felt oddly embarrassed about it. Shy.

“Hello..?” Came a voice from behind him. He turned and there you were, looking slightly embarrassed yourself.

“I guess I wasn’t sneaky as I thought,” you admitted, a small smile on your face. “I try not to stare at people when I sketch them but sometimes they definitely notice…”

“Oh it’s okay…” Edward reassured, trying not to give away the fact that you had almost sent him into a full blown panic attack earlier. “Um. These are good.” He commented, not knowing what else to say.

You beamed at the compliment, “Thank you! You were fun to draw, but I couldn’t get your jacket quite right. I really like it though.”

Edward didn’t say anything to this either. Was this a trap? People didn’t just talk to him like this, let alone so kindly.

“Would you like to sit with me?” you offered.

Well. There was an opening to finding out your intentions.

“Um. Sure,” Edward answered.

#danonation #dano!riddler #danocel #the riddler #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #riddler x reader #edward nashton x GN reader #gender nuetral reader

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merakiui · 1 month

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MERAAA :(( I can't believe you've done this... (I absolutely can believe it)

The new DRU chapter is SO good oh my god dude,, Marisa and her tea parties and everything just . pretend there's one of those really dramatic reaction images of the little stickmen crying here. oh my god. I saw the strangulation tag but for some reason I didn't consider we'd be watching that go down after bonding with her. Really that's on me though

ALSO THE DREAM SHIT WAS SO SICK HELLO?????? Oh and .. was Jade pretending to,, be Floyd or something to get her there. Or did I totally misunderstand his strand being on the wrong side and him just being Messier 😭 ??? I dunno. I did wanna ask real quick though

I need to like sit down and think the chapter over or something. That was good. I love Jade and MC's silly back and forths by the way!! I knoe theyve always been there but. yknow. The fingerbone thing was fun is why I thought to bring it up,, this is all over the place but like. AAAAA !!!

Jade Leech the messed up little creature you are,,,, god,,,,

- :3 anon

I feel like I definitely overthought that Floyd thing I put in my og ask btw. Your other fics where Jade is all Floyd-ish are getting to me I fear 💔

I do love a good twins pretending to be each other. even tho that's definitely not the point of DRU lol. I don't know if you'd shared this before (or ig if it'd be spoilers ? if it is I could totally understand why) or if I'm forgetting smth in the earlier chapters,, but does Floyd know what Jade gets up to??? Is Floyd also a cannibal or does he think this is just one of his brother's weird things and doesnt care,,, and that's if he DOES know I guess. I dunno

Rotating them around in my brain. fucked up critters those two. I know you won't get to these til later but goodnight mera :-) thank you for the fish food tonight!!!

- :3 anon x2

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:3 anon!!!!! ( ≧ᗜ≦) THANK YOUUUUUU!!!! I'm so happy you liked it!!! Omg the stickman reactions....... this was me writing Reader and Marisa bonding knowing fully well what was to happen:

IT HURTS. T_T she was such a sweetheart,,, her and Reader would have been besties forever if the circumstances were different. </3 in my heart Reader, Marisa, and Cater are at Portobello drinking chaga tea and enjoying the egg sandwiches and the tiny cakes!!!! orz

AND JADE. JADE LEECH!!!!! >:( *squishes him in my fist* what a sneaky eel,,, the formal and casual wardrobe changes and the looking intentionally messy....... Oh, he's the worst. I can confirm that he wasn't pretending to be Floyd. He would never throw his brother under the bus like that (or would he? 👀). He continues to be an enigma. Currently, no one knows of Jade's very illegal activities. I can't answer any other questions related to Floyd's involvement due to spoilers, but I can assure you he has a role in the plot (even though he may not be very present right now) hehehe.

ALSO ALSO!!!! Thank you for enjoying their banter. I love writing the two of them bickering. (〃´𓎟`〃) the fingerbone line and "not by choice" in reference to Jade saying you're his housemate are some of my favorites from this chapter. They can't be civil for a minute. These two are always sniping at each other. >_< but soon they will be kiss, kiss, falling in love into the bed to fuck,,,,, if Reader manages to seduce the murder eel, that is. Good luck, Reader. Your life is quite literally on the line. ^^;;;;

Thank you again for enjoying the fish food!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

#twisted chit chat #death row undertow #:3 anon

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everybodyshusband · 8 months

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I can't help but wonder, how do you imagine the other ghouls reacting to a regressed Rain, Dew and Phantom sh-ing? And if so, (specifically Dew) do they accept the help or try to fight it?

ohhhh i also have so, so many thoughts about this, thank you for the ask, dear anon !!! (although to be honest, most of my thoughts are just unintelligible mess of Thought Soup that i can't put into words but i'll do my absolute best !!)

under the cut once again. cw for blood, discussions/descriptions of self-harm (numerous methods) in relation to regressed ghouls, INCLUDING GHOULS SELF HARMING WHILE REGRESSED

as i said in my original post, i think phantom and rain are much more easily distracted from their negative thoughts once they're regressed. that's not to say that neither of them have acted on these thoughts before, but it definitely happens less often with those two than it does with dewdrop. or... maybe not less often, but definitely more subtly.

for instance, when phantom is "big" enough in their regression to be able to talk (or at least, nod and shake their head to communicate their wants and needs), they have a tendency to refuse food because they know it will make their stomach hurt after a while. this is quickly picked up by the other ghouls because phantom never usually has any issues with food, so it's a sure sign that their regressed headspace is an upset one. in these events, the pack make sure to swaddle them up nice and tightly in their favourite nicely textured blanket and cuddle them so gently, whispering words of reassurance and love as they fall asleep. they're fairly accepting of the coddling and the help provided by their pack, but that may be because they're just so little that they can't do anything about it. the pack get worried about phantom when they're like this, naturally, but they know phantom's danger levels are fairly low when regressed; there are much bigger dangers to their health when they're in a regular headspace compared to going a few hours without a snack.

(obviously their sporadic refusal of food has the potential to turn into a bigger issue than it is currently, and the pack know that and are keeping an eye out as best as they all can. at the moment though, it's never progressed to anything worse than phantom refusing the cut up fruit cirrus and mountain offer them every few hours)

rain is a little bit more obvious in their self harm than phantom is. they do their best to hide it, but their regression makes it hard to be as subtle as they'd like. don't get it twisted though, sometimes they can be quite sneaky (they're a water ghoul with a very low body temperature; if they snuggle up with dew (or swiss) long enough when he's purposefully cranking his internal body heat up to warm rain up, they can get some pretty serious burns, and they don't even have to lift a finger to cause the pain) but most of the time they're almost incapable of being subtle about it. whether its a slip of the mouth when they're chatting away to aether, telling him that "my legs really hurt from earlier," or "wow, cirrus, i really don't feel good after drinking every single drop of that funny, burning liquid from the pretty bottle." after confessing what they've done to one of the ghouls, they're instantly bundled up in someone's arm to keep them from wandering off and doing themselves any more damage. depending on what they've done, they'll be cleaned up and gently and painlessly as possible (cutting/hitting themselves), or given a somewhat stern talking to about not drinking or eating anything unless one of their pack has given it to them (alcohol/drug consumption). whether they accept the help gratefully or try to resist it depends entirely on the complexities of their headspace. some days the pain/worry/stress that self harming causes to their regressed self is enough that they'll accept any help offered to them easily, and they want nothing more than to be looked after and loved by their packmates. but some days they're very reluctant; they don't believe they deserve the help their pack wants to give them, so they do their best to hide away and isolate to avoid being taken care of (the only downside to this is that they have the same hiding place every time, so it's very easy for the other ghouls to find a freaked out regressed rain).

and dew... my favourite little guy... oh, how i love to make him suffer :) i've actually talked about little dew, his relation with self harm, and the other ghouls' reaction to it in length with @cirrus-ghoulette, so WOW, am i excited for this opportunity to spill forth my thoughts, haha !! thank you once again, anon ! (a lot of our discussions have been centred around dew being in constant residence at the abbey's infirmary due to chronic illness things, so most of my thoughts revolve around that, for some context !!)

dewdrop does his best to fumble around with his collection of blades in a coordinated enough manner to be able to carve some damage into himself while he's regressed. over his time in the infirmary under omega's watchful eye, dew gets progressively better at hiding his self harm from omega (because he knows that omega won't hesitate to place him under intense observation if he thinks dew is in serious danger, and dew Does Not Want That), and that includes when he's regressed. he's been known to mess around with his blades under the blankets while omega's been talking to him and keep a relatively neutral face, even as he cuts little slices into his skin (he can never manage to cut very deep when he's regressed), and the only thing that gives him away are the little splotches of blood that stain his sheets. eventually, omega learns dew's quirks and mannerisms that let him know that dew is self harming while regressed and he puts measures into place to stop that from happening as much as possible.

the easiest way to prevent dew from harming is to take away his blades, but he'll always question it when he's regressed. he'll ask omega in the softest, smallest, most heartbroken voice where his "sharp fings" are when the quintessence ghoul comes in to give him a checkup, insisting that his skin feels all tingly and the only way he can stop it from feeling like this is to make himself hurt. every time this happens, omega has to gently explain that he's taken the blades away to keep dew safe because he was hurting himself, which makes dew quite distressed; he knows he's hurting himself when he does this, but when he's regressed, he doesn't always acknowledge/understand the magnitude of it until someone else puts it into words for him. he asks for his blades back every single time and omega has to insist that "no, dove. he can't give them back, he's got to keep dew nice and safe, okay?"

there are absolutely times when dew refuses to accept omega's help until he's literally kicking and screaming with tears running down his cheeks as he sobs about his meggy being so mean and nasty to him. but as much as i love putting dew through pain, i also think that regressing can also have that aspect of safeness for him. if omega offers dew help, he might not accept it right away, but if omega nudges dew in the right way, he'll practically beg to sit cuddled up on omega's lap with a plushie in his arms and a pacifier in his mouth, sleepily watching an episode of a kids tv show. and because primarily, regression dew's way of keeping himself safe (despite the fact that it's not usually a conscious decision), he's able to find comfort in that safer headspace if someone else is there to help and guide him, and move away from the one that tells him he needs to self harm.

#ohhh boy that's a lot of writing and i'm not sure it actually makes much sense ???#i just have so many thoughts i can't help but DKJBDSJKDS them all onto the page haha !!#an attempt at coherency was made i promise #...can you tell i think about these scenarios a lot 😅#dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghoul headcanons #regressed ghouls #ask box #husband headcanons #tw self harm #tw eating disorder

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hello :) i would like to request spring cleaning with oliver wood for your april prompt session 💓

A/N - I think this is great for Oliver! Thank you so much for requesting, anon!

Memories

Summary - Spring cleaning in the Wood household was always an adventure

Warnings - just some fluff and a HINT of angst!

"Luv, come look at this!"

"If it's another piece of memorabilia you got within the last few years, no thank you! You know we're cleaning out stuff, Oli!"

"It's not that! Come look, please?"

You huffed and looked up from the brown box you were looking through. The last thing you wanted to do was slow down and stop the progress you were making, but leave it to your husband to get sidetracked from some random moment frozen in time.

Oliver Wood had a knack for getting distracted, which was ironic since he was a professional Quidditch player. He was always focused on the field, ensuring every play was perfect and every goal was made. But when he was off the field, your poor husband was distracted by a simple butterfly. It was comical really, and even doing a Spring Cleaning on your little cottage was the same way too.

You moved out of the bedroom to the shared office that used to be the second bedroom, you and Oliver using it at the same time for his quidditch playmaking and your Ministry of Magic Paperwork. He was looking over a small box that was on top of his desk, elbows deep in whatever was inside, and a massive grin on his face

"Come look, luv!" he said, pulling out a stack of pictures in his hand. You walked over to peer over his shoulder, seeing the enchanted picture and a smile appeared on your face from what you saw.

Old school pictures, back at Hogwarts.

"Look at us there," You said, pointing to one picture of the old Quidditch Team posing together after a heated match against Slytherin later in the season. Oliver was right in the middle, covered in sweat and some mud but blissfully happy as the Weasley Twins were on either side of him, along with Katie Bell, Harry Potter, and Angelina Johnson.

"What a great year that was," Oliver said with his smile, "Harry's first year as Seeker,"

"He was good, and he had a good Captain to look up to," You comment, seeing a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looked at another picture. It was some of the Quidditch players, along with others, sitting together in the Gryffindor Common Room and laughing about something being said by George Weasley.

"Aye, I remember you takin' that picture," Oliver said in a chipper tone, "You were always sneaky in takin' pictures of us when we weren't lookin'."

"Merely I was taking pictures of the cute Quidditch Captain that I had a massive crush on," You admitted, Oliver, chuckling as he snuck in a kiss on your cheek, "I was too shy to say something,"

"And a bit cute," Oliver hummed.

Another picture was brought into view, an action shot of Oliver on his broomstick gliding from one side of the frame to the next as the Gryffindor Team was ascending into the sky after being introduced onto the field.

"Your last game as Captain," You said in a gasp, Oliver's grin was wide and his eyes were twinkling, "I remember that day. You were so excited to win and to have your last game be a memorable one,"

It was a memorable day. You were watching from the stands and taking pictures as the game was one of the best games you've ever seen. Oliver was on point as the Keeper, his moves were swift and his turns were tight. He spoke earlier that night to you about how nervous he was and if he was going to lead Gryffindor to victory one last time.

"You told me I was gonna be amazin'," Oliver said to you were leaning against his shoulder and touching the top of the picture with your fingers, "I was a wreck the night before, but you told me I was gonna win,"

"I never lost faith in you, Oli," You reminded him calmly, "I was so proud of you that day,"

You remembered finding him in the massive crowd that was on the field right after the victory was sealed for Gryffindor. Oliver was beyond elated, holding up his broom in victory and with a roar on his lips as his team was cheering for their new title as Quidditch Champions. You were pushing and shoving through the crowds, seeing Oliver right under the Goal Posts and rushing over to him.

This then lead to the last picture in the stack: You and Oliver kissing one another amongst the sea of Gryffindor students.

"Fred took my picture from my hands before I could stop him," You murmured, looking at the lopped picture of you and Oliver grinding through the kiss you shared. It was the first official picture you took as a couple, getting together something in the Quidditch season, both 7th years, and the future was right in front of you. Oliver asked you out to Hogsmeade right after Halloween, and your first official date as a couple was one of the best ones you have ever had.

Now several years later, being married and nearly surviving the Second Wizarding War, there was nothing holding you and Oliver back at this point.

"I love this picture," Oliver replied, taking the stack of pictures and the very picture he was looking at to place in your hand, "I wanna frame it: the best prize I ever got was ya heart,"

"Oliver, that was beautiful.....and notoriously corny," You said, Oliver then laughing, "I can't wait to tell George when I chat with him at your next game,"

"Aye, you wouldn't dare!"

"Don't tempt me!"

The End.

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zonerobotnik · 6 months

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"Cassandra, please, this is your home."

Okay, so someone on anon wanted me to analyze why it feels so wrong for Varian to be the one to say this line. I assume they were making a point about how Varian, in season 1, expressed not caring about Corona anymore, but that's actually incorrect. In season 1, Varian was bitter, frustrated and hurt, and that's why he said "I'm not really concerned about Corona".

However, when he made his big speech,

he let people know about the danger that was coming for them, albeit in a vague way, and in season 3,

he helped Rapunzel save Corona from being destroyed, when, if he didn't care, he wouldn't have bothered. Furthermore, by the point that he said this line, he's healed from his pain and Corona is, once again, his home. This is after his father was freed, after he helped save the people from the Fear Rocks and people genuinely thanked him for it and even Feldspar, who was so cold to him before,

greeted him with a smile at the end.

He had been accepted, all was forgiven and, sure, the people did mistreat him before but they had been falsely told that he attacked Rapunzel during a state of emergency, so he can't really blame them for being so cold to him.

As a side-note, the one person he DOES have genuine beef with, he stays at least half a room away from even when they're all cramped into one room.

But, even if he DID still have resentment towards the Kingdom and not consider it his home, let's look at his wording. He didn't say "my", he didn't say "our", he said "This is YOUR home". As in, he was appealing to her based on the fact that the Kingdom, aside from her getting on a Wanted poster for, you know, attacking the castle and Rapunzel and kidnapping him and attacking the Spire and stealing the Mindtrap and, oh, how about the time she left Rapunzel to die in a toxic cave, did NOTHING wrong to her. The Kingdom still loved her, would have accepted her back with open arms if she would have come in as herself and not in a sneaky way

and if she removed her armor. Even if she kept the Moonstone, she didn't have to come in with the armor on, looking ready for a fight, especially now that she can control the rocks. Granted, she still might've had to make amends for all her crimes, but Rapunzel was willing to give her a chance to come back, anyway, judging by how she told the guards to not attack.

If Cassandra had left it to Rapunzel and not attacked the guards,

then Eugene and Varian wouldn't have been called to help stop her with their non-lethal weaponry, which was kept as a last-resort.

(Varian's eagerness to fire it earlier aside. That's his personal beef with her.)

(Not the time, kid, omg) While Varian didn't intend to fire it on her, Cassandra didn't know any different and so having Varian be the one to try to appeal to her after encasing her in amber,

She, understandably, wasn't really in the mood to hear any form of persuasion from him.

Now, if it had been her father to come up and try to appeal to her, beg her to listen to him, told her that he didn't tell her about her mother because it hurt her so badly as a child when her mother abandoned her and that he loved her and would always be there for her, that he quit the Royal Guard because he couldn't bear to fight her,

then she might have listened. But, from Varian, it just seems like his signature manipulation tactic. The amber didn't work, so he was trying to weaken her with sentimentality, as if he didn't just shoot her.

And look how quickly he gave up on trying to reason with her.

He dropped his hand, he straightened up, he didn't even try to appeal to her after that and his only interaction with her for the rest of the battle is silently glaring or shooting her.

Varian was NOT the right one to try to appeal to her at that moment, and that's why it feels so wrong.

#tangled the series #varian #cassandra #rant

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hangesdarling · 19 days

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bad idea — m. ikishima

REQUEST. If it's not too soon since the last one, could we get a one-shot of Midari making transfem!reader feel real pretty through the medium of sex? PAIRING. Midari Ikishima x transfem!reader SYNOPSIS. Crossing paths with Midari may have been a bad idea at first. CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, oral sex, suggestive themes, lots of worship WORD COUNT. 1.9k A/N. anon ik this is veryy late im so sorry! 😭 college entrance exams are beating my ass 😭

"You're a damn sneaky one, aren't you?" A voice resounded from your back just as you exit the game room. The hallway lights were glowing red against the walls, an occasional green flashing in the corner. Midari's single eye stared back from that bright-hued hallway, flipping a bullet between her fingers. "You think I didn't catch your cheating?"

The Hyakkaou Academy gambling tournament began three days ago. Sure, every new game proposes a thrill, a chance for a bigger loot in the end but you cannot stand these gamblers trying to get off with high-risk games only they could enjoy. You should have known that Midari Ikishima was one of those when she pointed a gun at the back of your head one morning after class. It was a purge, a free-for-all for the insane ones such as herself.

You turned to glare at Midari, the green light reflecting off your eye as you spoke, "So what? You hate that I'm ruining your little morbid game?"

Russian roulette. A 1-in-6 chance to die, you could understand why that would be fun but cannot appreciate the way Midari keeps loading all available slots when it's your turn to shoot her.

Midari huffed, excitement creasing her face as she leaned on the wall next to you. "You're a clever one and I like that. Although, I think you're going soft at me back there."

Her eye scanned your face, searching for a hint that she was right but you only brushed her off and said, "I'm a gambler, not a murderer. Besides, I want to end the game quickly with you. You don't even bet with money."

Your eyes rolled at her obvious smirk as she said, "That'd be a bore, don't you think? But I'll do it. I'll bet you heaps of money if you play with me again."

"I'm not playing with you again." You crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm advancing to the next player."

"Oh, I know. But we can have a private session. Just the two of us." Her voice sounded almost sincere and desperate. When she came closer and leaned closer to you, the smell of fresh lavenders and a strong spiced drink wafted in the air. All of a sudden, her eyepatch and even the way she styled herself for the evening tournament didn't look ridiculous. You slid your hand off hers before any other thought crossed your mind.

"Fine, but on one condition," you muttered, signaling to the gun holstered on her hip. "No guns."

Disbelief crossed Midari's face, taken aback by such a proposition but found nothing within her to protest. She could give up the gun to gamble with you again.

"Hah, what a pacifist. I assume no pointy stuff as well?" she chuckled, crossing her arms.

"You're right. So don't try to pull anything like that. I swear I'll leave you playing with yourself," you warned, trying to sound intimidating which Midari only found cute.

"You know," Midari began, head tilted to get a good look at you. "I'm kinda glad you didn't kill me off earlier. I got another chance to play with you. Maybe even more."

With that, she gave a soft lingering pat on your head before walking past to enter another game room, gripping her revolver in hand.

It was a bad idea to get involved with Midari Ikishima as you have realized now that you were gripping your few remaining chips. Your position in the ranking hangs perilously after a few losses, even one point off can cause a remarkable decrease in the ranking after all.

What the hell happened? you might be thinking. You spent every day carefully planning to win, concocting a one-time strategy to pull flawlessly at your opponents. But lately, you frequented Midari's dorm for late-night gambles that eventually turned into hookups. You were lost in her risky gambles, her crazed eye urging you to a larger risk which you never found yourself obeying.

“It's not the best way to win, you know,” you tried to argue with her on your last poker game when she was betting everything in her hand.

“Ah, it just pisses you off that I’m having fun,” she chuckled. "Stop memorizing the cards if it hurts your pretty little head, sweetheart."

For those few days you were together, you never thought it was a good idea to learn from her. Your ways always contrast, and her methods never fit right with yours. But there was one thing about Midari that kept you returning to her: how she kept making you feel less worried. That there was nothing in the world to be stressed over. Things are bound to be a certain way within a coin flip. It's inevitable.

A strange thrill creeps up your spine as you place your last remaining chips for the final bet. Your knees were cold from being in the room for too long but, a heat in your chest bubbled up the surface, transpiring into a knowing grin. Being with Midari may have dampened your cautiousness but the inner, riskier gambler within you sought for the thrill. An unstoppable force seeking pleasure and victory with no way of convincing otherwise. You wondered if this was how Midari felt.

Your mind went back to those nights you were tangled in her arms, of how her firm kisses crawled up from your chest to your jaw. Live dangerously, Y/N, Midari would whisper, her lips pressing on yours inside her dark room. You only get a few chances so don't waste it, alright?

Your eyes scanned the poker table once again, opponents from your left to right having low-ranking cards. I win, you whispered to yourself. You stepped from that room with your money doubled, your ranking increased by a few levels. Your mind played around the possibilities: you either rose in victory or went out with a huge debt hanging by your neck. But you were snatched away from your thoughts as you saw Midari waiting outside, leaning on one arm, and grinning in your direction. It turned into a proud smile as you jumped in her arms, her hand resting on your head to pull you closer.

"You're one hell of a gambler, Y/N," she smirked, a sultry whisper right at your ear. "I watched your game. All of it."

"All of it?" you chuckled, pressing a kiss just above her piercings. "You obsessed with me or something?"

"Course I am," Midari answered, taking you by surprise when she carried you in her arms. "I'll show you how much I'm obsessed, you sweet girl"

"You don't have to hide those away from me, you know that right?" Midari whispered in a low voice against your ear, keeping your hands away from your chest. She gently kissed your bud, tilting your face to look at her. "They're cute and I love them. Next time you cover them up again, I'll tie you to the bed, I swear."

Her tone didn't even pass as threateningly with how gently she held you on her lap. The blush creeping on your cheeks was enough to prompt another tease from her.

"What, you like that idea, don't you? Didn't know you would be so kinky," she chuckled, tugging at your cheeks.

"Hey, I didn't say that, weirdo," you pouted.

"No need to. It's obvious." Midari's hands grazed under your skirt before handling your hips to push you beneath them on the bed. Midari managed to bundle the skirt on your lower abdomen, pressing wet kisses on your chest before whispering, "I can tie you up some other time if you want to so badly."

She tugged on your underwear just the time you were kissing her neck, earning a soft gasp from you. Her fingers were quick at removing the material before wandering back between your thighs, stroking until she felt you moaning softly against her lips.

Midari kept you relaxed on the bed before going down, her lips kissed your member before slowly taking you in her mouth. She kept a firm hold of your inner thighs to keep your legs apart. Your hands wandered around her silky black hair, fisting the strands into a bundle and clenching when her mouth moved just the right way.

The rest of the night was filled with worship embraced around you. Her lips trailed on your sternum, causing a slight shiver from you. Midari made it known that this time her intentions surround at your pleasure. She wanted this night to be slow, romantic, and passionate in contrast to the rough, sloppy intimate sessions she had with you before. To make you feel how she cherished you, to grab every opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are, to tell you that she sees you above everyone else right at this moment.

Her lips would graze at the shell of your ear, finding a home on the crook of your neck as she called you her sweet girl.

"Looks so pretty," she whispered as she kissed the lovely blush creeping on your face. Midari tangled her legs around yours, locking you in her arms before kissing your forehead. Your finger would trail small hearts in her exposed chest, mind absorbed by all the praises she whispered in your ears. Midari noticed the slight redness banding on your wrist from how she gripped you earlier and kissed it anyway. Her kisses crept even at your knuckles, making you wonder what part of you she hadn't kissed yet.

"Listen, Y/N," she muttered, retrieving what appeared to be a bullet from the pocket on her chest. "I'm not big on promise rings and such stuff but I want you to keep this. Yes, it's a bullet but it's also my lucky charm even if I don't believe in shit like that."

Midari chuckled softly, a rarity from her usual rough behavior. But then again, this night is different. She tapped the bullet a few times on her forehead saying, "This bullet should be the one buried deep in my head a month ago but a certain someone decided to spare my life and have me here."

She tilted your chin so she could look at your eyes.

"I could die some other time but not right now. I still got to spend more time with you like this, got it?"

"Is this your way of properly asking me out?" you smiled, nose grazing hers as you spoke.

"Oh, you can call it that," she smirked, that one she always uses when she gets cocky on you. "So you're tied to me now. No questions asked and no protests. I get to call you my pretty girlfriend from now on."

Your head rested on her chest for a few more seconds, your mind returning from how this all started. You've always known what kind of relationship with her would promise. A risky one full of bullets, and perhaps, life-threatening gambles. A life entirely different from your own. Having Midari by your side felt like shattering a safe bridge you carefully paved but it wasn't about that at all, was it? It was about rebuilding that bridge, adding a touch of her style to create a better one fit for a gambler's life.

You gently took the bullet from her hand, rolling it around your thumb before responding, "Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea."

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