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↳ ❝ ["REALISTIC" GHOST BF HEADCANONS] ¡! ❞

@ pls don't be mad, he's just no cute and overly caring, girl dad, princess gf guy yk

@ Don't expect long, heartfelt conversations or flowery compliments. His affection would likely be shown through subtle actions and gestures. He'd be incredibly observant, noticing small details about you and your preferences, and acting on them without fanfare (e.g., remembering your favorite coffee, making sure you have what you need without being asked).

@ Given his line of work and likely past experiences, trust would be the absolute foundation of any relationship with him. It wouldn't be given freely. You'd earn it through consistent reliability, discretion, and understanding of his need for privacy. Once earned, it would be fiercely protected.

@ His life is clandestine. He wouldn't share operational details, and he'd likely maintain a very private personal life. A partner would need to be comfortable with not knowing everything, and with him disappearing for periods with no explanation. Prying would be a serious breach of trust.

@ Public displays of affection would be rare to non-existent. Private affection would be more about quiet comfort and reassurance than grand romantic gestures. A hand on your back, a brief touch, or leaning into your space would be significant signs of his affection and comfort with you.

@ He's a highly capable individual, and he'd likely be attracted to someone who is similarly capable and independent. He wouldn't want to feel like he needs to constantly protect or coddle his partner. He'd respect someone who can handle themselves.

@ His world is chaotic and dangerous. A partner who brings a sense of calm, stability, and normalcy to his life would be invaluable. He wouldn't seek drama or conflict in a relationship; he'd crave a safe haven, unknowingly.

@ He's not likely to be an emotional confider. He's trained to compartmentalize. You might be a source of quiet emotional support for him, but don't expect him to openly share his vulnerabilities or seek comfort in the traditional sense. His comfort might come from simply being in your presence.

@ Building a relationship with Ghost would require immense patience. He wouldn't rush into anything, and he'd likely test boundaries and trust over time. Understanding and accepting his unique way of being would be crucial.

@ There is no true "off-switch" for Ghost. His situational awareness, threat assessment, and general vigilance would be constant. You would observe him always scanning rooms, noticing exits, and being acutely aware of his surroundings, even in supposedly relaxed settings. This isn't paranoia; it's ingrained survival.

@ He's witnessed and performed unspeakable acts. To function, he likely maintains a significant degree of emotional detachment. This isn't a flaw in a relationship; it's a necessary professional tool. Expecting him to be openly expressive or emotionally vulnerable about his work (or even personal feelings) would be unrealistic and likely counterproductive.

@ When he does communicate, it's often direct, concise, and focused on the necessary information. Small talk, extensive personal revelations, or open-ended emotional discussions would be difficult for him. Over time though, he will talk more and more with you, but he rather lets you talk while he listens than actually saying something himself.

@ As mentioned before, public displays are out. In private, physical touch would be more about quiet comfort or a means of connection rather than passionate romance. A firm, reassuring grip, a hand on the small of your back to guide you, or simply being close in proximity would be significant. He's not built for grand gestures of affection.

@ Think about his discipline. He'd have routines, likely related to fitness, readiness, and personal maintenance. These would be non-negotiable. A partner would need to respect these established habits and perhaps even adapt to them.

@ He wouldn't integrate a partner into his professional life, ever. And his professional life would intrude on his personal life constantly. This creates a significant divide. You would need your own robust life, friends, and interests, as Ghost couldn't be your sole source of social interaction or emotional fulfillment.

@ If you needed something done, or if there was a problem, he'd approach it with a solution-oriented, practical mindset. He wouldn't complain; he'd act. This extends to personal matters too – if you had a problem, he'd likely focus on fixing it efficiently.

@ He might not fill a room with conversation or laughter, but his presence would be strong. For a partner, finding comfort in silence, in shared space without the need for constant interaction, would be vital. His "being there" would be more meaningful than his words.

@ Whatever trauma or experiences shaped him into Ghost, they are deeply buried. Attempting to "fix" him, delve into his past, or demand explanations for his guarded nature would be a fundamental misunderstanding of his character and likely lead to him withdrawing further.

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Unpopular opinion on slashers/fictional killers

I play dbd on a daily basis with my friends, sometimes alone. And we all share this one same opinion that some seem to not agree with me. In just a few weeks Springtrap will be added, and we're not so excited about it as others.

I'm not a huge fnaf fan but i know some things. William Afton is Springtrap and if you know dbd you know hes in the robotic suit and plays as a killer. William killed children, also his own daughter (by accident i believe) and was also a neglectful and abusive father towards her. All in all, if youre a fan of his, fine.

Hes a fictional character/killer. You can be a fan of them, like or love them, obsess over them and romanticize them for all i care. I'm not much different after all. But for me it stops at 2 points. 1. Dont idolize them, copy them or copy any of their behavior or acts. 2. If their child murders...

William Afton killed children, i simply not like him for this reason, i think its understandable and acceptable. But there are still people out there who think hes sooo hot and what not. Fictional killers can do what they want, after all its fictional. So you can like them too, since their only fictional they did no real harm. But my own stop line is when there are children involved, its just my personal border.

Still, even with Springtrap in the game, i would not quit the game or any match with him. Its fictional and i accept it all. But not when people say they love him (romantically or not) and think hes hot. That's a whole different kinda story.

But there's and even worse one, Freddy Krueger. Its a fact he is a child m0lest0r and even if its all fictional, there are still people out there who think hes hot, write some Freddy x Reader FF about him and all. Like, did they forget his plot? What he's about? Hes literally children's nightmares and you wanna kiss this margharita pizza fr?

For me, this is the worst line to be crossed and i don't get why people think Freddy is cool and/or wanna romanticize him.

I don't think I've seen anyone share their opinions on this before so I'd like to know what you think of it because it had me quite upset for a while now. You can also criticize me or anything, i really would appreciate any feedback ♡

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How about a scenario of Dahlia with his s/o like after a long day in the Church and he comes home to his s/o already prepared a meal for them and maybe something NSFW (doesn't have to be sex or it can be you decide) happens in the bath after dinner and later how they are cuddling on the bed Dahlia wrapped around his s/o like a protective snake (info on ISFP-T ISFPs are quiet, reserved, perceptive, and sympathetic individuals with little desire to lead or control others. They usually choose careers where they are given a great deal of autonomy so their natural artistic abilities can operate at their best and allow them to be consistent with their strong core of inner values.) yk who I am don't tell no one or I will curse your Venti in genshin have a wonderful day 🥰

↳ ❝ [WELCOME HOME] ¡! ❞

WARNING: NSFW-MDNI, kissing, touching, yada yada all that stuff

SUMMARY: You surprise your boyfriend with some homecooked dinner, a bath and some long awaited relaxation...

CHARACTERS: Dahlia x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.402

A/N: so sorry if my depiction of him is wrong or anything, but he just seems like that kinda guy to me sksnsi

Dahlias expression lights up as he walks into the house. He knows immediately what it smells of— comfort, home, and you.

My beloved has cooked for me! his mind exclaims; he can't wait to eat what you've made, and to spend some time with you. "My angel, I'm home!" he calls happily, dropping the church keys on the rack and hanging up his overcoat. Dahlia follows the delightful smell of your cooking, and soon arrives in the kitchen; there, he sees you in all your glory. His feline eyes brighten even further at the simple sight of you, and his heart begins to thump harder in his chest. "My Angsl! You've cooked for me!" he exclaims, moving a hand to his heart in awe.

"Eh?" You tilt your head, "For us, I'm hungry too." You say as your take the pot and walk over to the already set table. "For us." Dahlia repeats. His eyes widen, and the lump in his throat returns.

He's happy, he's overjoyed— but he's also feeling a little flustered. To know that you made enough for the two of you, and that he would get to sit down and spend another moment with you; it makes Dahlias heart pound in his chest.

"You're too good to me," he mumbles, coming closer while trying to ignore the growing redness of his cheeks. He stands right beside you now, his eyes scanning over the food laid out on the table. Dahlias expression is both appreciative and almost in a state of awe; you have truly outdone yourself.

"Let's eat," he says softly, glancing over to you. "You must be hungry after cooking. You've done all this for both of us, after all. I can't wait to taste it."

"Oh well..." you start, "don't expect anything too good, I tried something new" You nervously smile at him. Dahlia grins at that. "Even if the meal is bad," he admits, "I'm happy just to get to share it with you. Besides, I doubt the food is actually bad."

He pulls out your chair, and gestures for you to sit. "After you," he says gently, with a sweet smile. "Not so shy like usual today?" a light tease to lighten the mood, and make him feel at home after such a long day. Dahlias already flushed cheeks grow even rosier. He grins bashfully, and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Aha, I... I suppose not. I'm just in an unusually good mood today." "A rather confident one." He laughs quietly at that, and the sound is soft and gentle. Dahlia pulls out the chair in front of yours and takes a seat, shifting his eyes between you and the food; he's still a little in awe that you made this much for both of you. He glances over to you, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Is it so odd to you when I'm... confident?" he teases. "Oh, btw, I thought of running you a bath after dinner." You say so casually while digging into your food. Dahlia perks up at the suggestion, his interest piqued immediately.  "A bath?" he repeats, his smirk growing. "For me?" He can't help but feel a little flustered at the thought of you doing something so intimate for him (even after all this time), although he's trying to act casual.

"You're really spoiling me today, my angel." "Ya, ya. Dig in, before it goes cold." Dahlia doesn't wastes a second more, and with a pleased smile directed at you, he grabs a fork and begins digging in. The food is delicious, exactly as he expected it to be— you're an amazing cook. "Mmm," he hums, savoring the taste. "My love, this is wonderful. You really are spoiling me."

Dahlia gives you a sidelong glance, his smirk still evident. "When you mentioned the bath, did you perhaps mean...?" Dahlia raises an eyebrow, but the corners of his lips are turned up in an almost teasing smirk. His eyes glimmer with interest, and he glances over at you once more. "You'll... be joining me, won't you?"

In truth, he hopes that's the case; he'd be lying if he said he wasn't already impatient at the thought.

"If you want me t-" Dahlias smirk grows into a smile, and he nods eagerly. "I want you to."

He reaches a hand out to gently take yours, and then lowers his head and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"Please?" he adds sweetly, in a tone that's dripping with honey; he's going all out today. His eyes are warm as he looks up at you, and his expression is almost pleading now. He knows exactly what he's doing when he begs like this— how can you possibly say no to such soft, sincere, icy eyes? He even pouts his lips, just a little.

"Won't you join your poor, humble lover in the bath?" You know this look, and his begging, yet, you can't resist ever, "Of course." Dahlias expression immediately lights up; a bright smile graces his lips, and he seems both excited and satisfied. "Great!" he exclaims, a hint of giddiness to his voice.

He quickly stands up from his seat, and then gently takes your hand in his.

"Let's go, my angel." His eyes are practically sparkling, his smile wide and excited. He leads you to the bathroom, holding your hand all the while. "Eh-?!" you stumbled behind him, the fork falling from your hand onto the wooden floor. Dahlias grin only grows more playful as he notices you stumbled after him. He keeps ahold of your hand, ensuring your balance. "Careful," he teases, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. "Don't want you tripping."

He leads you into the bathroom, and motions for you to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. He steps away for a moment to grab towels and some bath oils. Once he returns, Dahlia sets the items on the bathroom counter— and then slowly approaches where you sit, his steps light and nimble.

He stops right in front of you, and places his hands on your waist; he gives you a gentle nudge, silently gesturing for you to stand up again.

"My dearest angel," he begins, soft and reverent; "please will you permit me to undress you tonight?"

"Oh, you're so formal tonight too." He lets out a small huff of laughter as well, his smile fond. "Formal language is romantic," he reminds you, his eyes glimmering with teasing affection as he says it. He moves his hands from your waist and places them on your shoulders this time, giving them a soft squeeze.

"But... I suppose I can be less formal, if you prefer. So. I am begging you. Can I please undress you?" "Always..." you whisper, almost teasingly. His breath catches. Your words, so simple yet so sweet, manages to take him by surprise even after all this time; the Deacons heart thumps in his chest as a light flush settles on his cheeks. He steps a little closer, until there's barely any space between you, and looks at you with those tender blue irises. "Always," he repeats. His voice is low and reverent.

"Always."

His hands slowly drift downwards, and his nimble fingers begin to drift down your shirt..."After you turn on the tub...I don't wanna freeze." Dahlia glances behind him at the tub; a few bubbles have already started to form on the surface of the water.  Steam rises from it, and the air in the room is warm.

He turns back to you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're right. I wouldn't want my beloved to freeze." He takes hold of the button of your pants next, and with quick, dexterous fingers, he begins unfastening them. With your pants now loosened, Dahlia grasps and pulls your waistband. He gently tugs them down your legs, sliding them off you and setting them to the side.

He's careful with every touch, every movement, as he always is with you. Though he's in a playful mood at the moment, he always ensures to treat you with the utmost care and respect. His eyes are drawn to your bare legs, and he almost seems to swallow. He glances back up at you, his expression one of restrained desire. His breath hitches as your fingers graze through his hair. The simple touch— the way you're caressing him, so gentle and tender— it's like electricity coursing through his veins.

He exhals softly, and then looks up at you from where he's kneeled on the ground. His expression is soft, adoration flooding his eyes. He tilts his head, silently asking for more affection as he looks at you with nothing but pure love. Dahlia watches in silence as you remove your shirt, taking in the sight of you now standing just in your underwear. He can't keep his eyes from roaming over you, tracing every curve and lines of your body.

There's a certain intensity in his eyes now, a desire that's no longer concealed. He reaches up, his hands settling on your waist once again. His touch is firmer, a little impatient.

His voice is low when he speaks next. "So beautiful."

"Your turn." A slow smirk grows across his lips. Your simple command is more than enough to bring back his teasing, teasing demeanor*. "So demanding, my beloved."

But nonetheless, he obliges. Dahlia takes a small step back, and then begins to undress as well. It's slow and almost teasing— with each article of clothing he removes, he makes sure you get a good look. His eyes stay locked with yours the entire time. Slowly but surely, he unbuttons his vest first. The fabric falls away, exposing more toned, pale skin. He shrugs out of the vest, letting it drop to the floor in a pool of fabric at his feet.

Next, he unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. The motion is almost agonizingly slow, as if he's prolonging the excitement deliberately. He rolls up his sleeves, inch by inch.

Dahlia seems to be enjoying this teasing as much as you are. Finally, his shirt joins his vest on the floor. And now he stands before you in only his pants, his bare chest on full display.  He can see you staring, and he relishes in it— in the way you're taking in his bare form, tracing your eyes over his figure. Dahlias smirk widens.

"See something you like?" he teases, raising an eyebrow playfully. But he doesn't stop there. His hands move to his waistband now, and he begins to undo the button, followed by the zip. Slowly, teasingly, he pushes his pants down his legs, stepping out of them.

And then, with a flourish, he kicks them aside, and stands before you in nothing but his underwear. The Deacons body is on full display now, and he can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction at the way you're looking at him. The air in the bathroom suddenly feels ten times warmer than before, as Dahlia stands there in nothing but his underwear, a smirk on his lips. He takes a small step toward you, the distance between you now much more reduced.

His eyes travel over you once again, taking in the sight of you standing there in just your underwear. The tension between you is thick, the atmosphere heavy with desire and need.

He exhales softly, the smirk still firmly in place as he breaks the silence.

"You're driving me insane." "You've read my mind." A small huff of laughter escapes his lips at your words. He runs a hand through his hair, and then takes another step closer to you. His eyes never leave yours as he slowly reaches out. His hand gently settles on your hip, curling around it with a grip that's more firm than before.

"You're making this so difficult," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a mixture of desire and playful frustration. His expression softens as he moves his hand to your back, his fingers dexterously finding the clasp of your bra. He unclips it with ease, and the fabric immediately begins to sag slightly. There's a hint of admiration in his eyes as he watches the moment, and then his gaze flickers back up to meet yours.

He gently pulls the straps off your shoulders, and slides it off completely, his hands deft. The bra joins the growing pile of clothes on the ground.

He exhales sharply, the sound a mixture of excitement and anticipation, “Is this alright?” He keeps eye contact with you, his gaze not leaving yours, staying respectful. "Yes..." his eyes roam over your newly-exposed chest, his gaze appreciative and reverent. He can't help himself from drinking in the sight of you— the way you look, the way you're letting him look at you. A small, satisfied smile dances on his lips.

He takes a step closer again, and then gently cups your chin with one hand. His thumb brushes over your jawline as he looks up at you. "You're perfect," he breathes. "I could admire you for eternities." His other hand still rests on your hip now, his fingers gently toying with the waistband of your underwear.

His eyes flicker down to where his hand is touching, and he can't help but bite down on his bottom lip. "So perfect..."

He looks back up at you, his expression still one of both desire and adoration. “Can I... touch you?” The simple touch of your hand against his hips makes his breath catch. He can't help but gasp softly at the contact— the way your fingers are tracing down his hips is driving him mad with desire.

But his eyes never leave yours, not for a second. He nods softly in response, his voice low and a little breathy. "Yes... please." "We need a bit less clothing for the tub...you know." Dahlia can't help but huff out a small, breathy laugh at your comment. You're right. They're both standing in their underwear— the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. His hand on your hip slides upwards, gently guiding you closer to the tub as he speaks. "You're right, my love."

His other hand, the one that had been toying with the waistband of your underwear, gently teases it down now. "Let's get a little more comfortable." As Dahlia helps you out of your underwear, he takes the moment to pause and appreciate the view. You stand before him, now entirely bare, and he can't help but let out a small gasp.

His eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of you. His expression is one of both desire and adoration— he truly finds you utterly perfect. He gives you a small nudge, gently encouraging you to step into the tub.

"After you," he says gently. You step into the tub, and Dahlia takes a moment to just savor the sight of you. The way you sit there, the way the water hugs your skin— he truly can't get enough. He sheds his own underwear with a quick gesture, and then slowly climbs into the tub as well. The water sloshes slightly as he settles in behind you, his chest pressed against your back.

He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. He lets out a sigh, the touch of your skin against his feels like electricity. "Mm, this is nice," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and his hands gently tighten around you. There's a certain possessiveness in the way he holds onto you, as if he never wants to let you go.

He presses a light kiss to your shoulder, unable to resist the urge to touch you, to be close to you. "You're so warm... and soft." His hands begin to slowly roam over your body, running over your arms, your chest, your stomach. He's simply basking in your presence, in the feeling of having you so close. He peppers your shoulder and neck with light kisses, the touch of his lips feather-light. There's an air of tenderness in his actions— as if he's almost worshipping you.

"You're so perfect," he whispers, his voice low and reverent. "So beautiful." His hands continue their ministrations, his touch gentle yet firm. He wants to explore every inch of you, to soak in the feeling of having you in his arms like this.

Dahlias lips move to your ear now, and he presses a kiss there before speaking, his voice almost a mere exhale. "Can I wash you, angel?" "Mhm..." A small, fond smile spreads across Dahlias face as you agree to his request.

He pulls away from you temporarily, just enough to reach for the bottle of body wash on the edge of the tub. He pours a generous amount into his hand and lathers it up.

His hands return to your skin, now covered in the scented soap. He begins to gently massage it into your shoulders, his touch both firm and tender. Each movement of his fingertips is like a small act of adoration, each stroke of his hands a silent devotion.

"Are you relaxed now?" You ask, closing your eyes while you enjoy the feeling of his hands on you. Dahlia pauses for a moment at your question, taking a second to truly assess his own state of mind. His hands still on your shoulders, his breathing steady. After a moment of consideration, he lets out a soft exhale and resumes his ministrations.

"I am," he replies, his voice dripping with sincerity. "Being with you like this... it's relaxing." He gently presses his thumbs into a tense spot on your shoulder, working out the knot with a practiced motion. "I don't think I've ever been so relaxed." His hands move from your shoulders, making their way down your back. He massages the soap into your skin, working the tension out of each muscle.

There's a look of concentration on his face as he works, his focus solely on you. His hands are gentle yet firm, and the touch of his fingers against your back is almost therapeutic.

"You're tense," he observes, his tone gentle. "Let me take care of you." He continues to wash your back, taking his time to ensure that every bit is covered in suds. The room is filled with the soothing scent of the body wash, and the sound of his hands moving over your skin. Dahlias eyes occasionally flit upwards, stealing quick glances at your face. He wants to ensure that you're enjoying this as much as he is.

"Lean back for me," he instructs softly, his hands gently guiding you backwards against his chest. You lean back, resting against his chest, and his arm quickly comes around to support you.

He continues his ministrations, his hands now working on the front of your body. He's meticulous with his movements, making sure not to miss a single spot. As he works, he can't help but press occasional kisses to your temple, your cheek, your shoulder— anything he can reach. "Your turn..." you say as you turn around to face him. His eyes widen a little at your instruction, a small grin growing on his lips.

He leans back against the tub, his chest now exposed for your attention. "You want to wash me now, hm?" he teases, his voice dripping with a mix of playfulness and anticipation. Dahlia lets out a small gasp at the feel of your hands on his chest. The lotion is cool to the touch, but your fingers are warm, and the combination of the two feels good.

His eyes close as he leans into your touch, a small sound of contentment escaping his lips. His breathing becomes slightly more ragged, and his expression relaxes as you continue your ministrations.

"Mm, that feels nice..." Your fingers gently work the lotion into his skin, the coolness of the substance contrasting with the warmth of his body underneath. The touch is both soothing and stimulating, and Dahlia finds himself completely entranced by the feeling.

His hands reach out to gently grasp your waist, holding onto you as if to ground himself while you touch him. His breathing becomes heavier, more labored, the way your hands move against his chest is almost mesmerizing. "Don't stop..." he mumbles, his voice just barely above a whisper.

As you two step out of the tub, gis hands linger on you for a moment longer before reluctantly letting go. He grabs a towel and begins drying himself off, all the while stealing subtle glances at you as you do the same. He can't help but notice the way your wet hair clings to your skin, the way your body is still glistening with droplets of water. Seeing you like this, so exposed, is both beautiful and arousing. Once he's dried off, he wraps the towel around his waist, securing it loosely. His eyes never leave you, and he watches as you dry yourself off.

His hands clench and unclench at his sides, a physical manifestation of his restraint. A small part of him wants nothing more than to just pull you close and kiss you senseless, to just let himself get lost in the moment.

But he waits, his eyes locked on you.

"You look...beautiful..." he breathes. "Thank you." There's a softness in his expression as he looks at you, a mix of adoration and appreciation. He takes a small step closer, his hands reaching out of their own accord. His fingers gently touch your cheek, tracing a path down to your jawline, and then down your neck.

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his voice low and reverent. "I mean it. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Oh really?" You laugh as you wrap the towel around you, walking into your shared bedroom. The big windows showing a great view of the cathedral and the nightsky that lays over Mondstadt. Dahlia watches you walk away, his eyes following your every movement.

He can't help but feel a pang of desire at the sight— the towel, the way it clings to your body, the image of skin just barely covered...

He shakes his head, trying to clear his lust-filled mind, before following you into the bedroom. He closes the door behind him, the sound echoing through the room. The bedroom is quiet and dimly lit, the only source of light being a few candles placed strategically around the room.

Dahlia pads over to the bed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He sits down on the edge, his towel riding teasingly low on his hips. His eyes never leave you as he pats the spot next to him, a silent invitation.

"Come here." You walk towards him, and Dahlias hand gently takes your wrist, guiding you to stand between his legs. His eyes roam over your towel-clad form, drinking in your shape. He makes no attempt to hide his appreciation for you, his eyes roving over your body with an intensity that only he can pull off.

He lets out a soft exhale, his hands coming to rest lightly on your thighs. "Sit down." His voice is low and hoarse as he speaks, full of command, but still dripping with affection. He gives your thighs a small squeeze, gesturing you to sit down on his lap.

His towel, which had been loosely sitting on his hips, slides down even further as he spreads his legs a little wider. He pats his lap invitingly, a subtle gesture, but one that makes his intention very obvious. "Come here." he repeats, looking up at you. You carefully take a seat on his lap, your legs straddling his as you settling down in his lap. The towel rides up a little, exposing more of your bare legs, and Dahlia can't help but notice.

As soon as you're settled, his hands move to rest on your thighs, his fingers gripping just a little tighter. He pulls you closer to him, bridging the gap between you. His eyes stay fixed on yours, his head tilted up to look at you. His breath is a little heavy, but he speaks softly, almost reverently.

"Closer." "I am..." you coo as your lips hover over his. Dahlia lets out a short breathless gasp at your proximity, his heart racing in his chest. Your lips are close, just a hair's breadth away from his own. He can practically taste the sweetness of your breath.

He leans in just a little closer, his eyes fluttering shut. His hands, still on your thighs, give them a small squeeze; he's trying, failing, to keep himself in check.

"Closer." he breathes, his voice low and gruff. The moment your lips touch his, Dahlia lets out a small moan against your mouth. His arms instinctively wrap around you, holding you close as he immediately kisses you back. His grip is tight, like he never wants to let you go.

His lips move against yours with a mix of tenderness and desire, and he can't help but deepen the kiss. He pours all of his pent up desire into the kiss, his own hunger and want taking over. He kisses you with fervor, desperately trying to taste more of you. His tongue gently swipes across your lower lip, silently asking for more. His fingers dig crescent marks into the skin of your thighs as he presses you closer, trying to erase every inch of distance between your bodies.

His mind is going crazy, and he can't think of anything other than you, the taste of your kiss, the feeling of your fingertips against his skin. He pulls back briefly, taking a breath of air, before kissing you again. He doesn't want to stop, can't stop, not when he has you this close. His breath is uneven, his chest heaving, but he doesn't care. All that matters is the addicting feeling of your lips against his, the way you're close, the way your body feels against his.

He gently coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, desperately trying desperately to taste you.

He can't get enough of you, can't get enough of this; his hands wander, tracing over your bare thighs.....

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Hey new follower here which means..

*Eats your inbox*

*serves you it on a golden platter*

Enjoy!

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SEND DAHLIA ASKS AND REQUESTS NOW GRRRR

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↳ ❝ [YOU IGNORE THEM] ¡! ❞ - MDNI

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Dahlia is no minor, my opinion (facts)

For everyone saying Dahlia is a minor, no hes not. Hes a Deacon. My basic Christian knowledge knows that you gotta be at least 25 and a celibate candidate, 35 for married candidates. And yes, he can get married, meaning he can date.

When i was younger i helped in the church and everything, basically i was an altar girl, we had a Deacon who was married and also taught us a lot of things. So for anyone saying i have no idea what I'm talking about, i do know ♡

Attack me if you must but Dahlia is no minor so you can simp for him all you want. Hes just a young adult like Lyney.

[quimichi]

Its basically the pretty boys followed by the smarties lol

Loove Oikawa and his dramatic attitude i see myself with him lol. And good for him i don't mind him spending so much time on volleyball either

Shalnark can help me cheat in genshin to get characters ksjsis

And I'll get along with Toge, like, we just text to communicate lol

Appearance matchup exchange

For @quimichi

Your Haikyuu match is...Oikawa! Runner up Kenma

Your HxH match is...Shalnark! Runner up Kurapika

Your JJK match is...Toge! Runner up nanami

[quimichi]

@imjustabeanie

@ GenshinImpact

》 Ifa - Runner up: Kaeya

@ HonkaiStarRail

》 Boothill- Runner up: Aventurine

@ TwistedWonderland

》 Leona - Runner up: Lilia

[quimichi]

Do it immediately bestie

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nah cause my bestie said thats 100% me, dunno if that's good or bad lol

TAGS: @xxchthonicreaturexx @theblades @babyxwolfiex @anyone!!!

quiz tag game + your bias

i found this cute personality quiz while i was scrolling thru twt and i thought it’d be fun to do here hehe :3

how did they know i cry super easily TT skjwhw

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[quimichi]

Can I request Dr ratio with power play? Pretty please?

↳ ❝ [WELCOME HOME] ¡! ❞

TW: Sir kink, uhh idk if this is power play tbh, p in v, some slight degration that is not meant as degration

SUMMARY: He finally came home to you after being away in Penacony...

CHARACTERS: Dr. Ratio (Veritas) x F!Reader

WORD COUNT:

A/N: 1. I barely write smut. 2. You're lucky hes one of my favs thats why i was so fast lol and 3. Gotta apologize if its too soft or something i literally have no idea what power play is and wanted to leave my search history clean lol

"Already this wet? I haven’t even touched you. Have you waitin for me?”

Like he didn’t know you were gonna get excited just from seeing him back. And he’s sliding your panties to the side, slipping two fingers in so they’re knuckle deep and thrusting them right at your spot. Well Veritas is desperate. Desperate to get his aching dick inside your pink walls that’s shapped for him.

That doesn’t mean he’s not getting you to cum for him once, get you to melt under his touch was his simple muscle memory. He looks away from your pussy, that’s load and soaking his fingers to look up at you. He tsks, slapping your hand away as you whimper.

“Not gonna let me hear you? After I’ve been away soooo long?” He fains a frown, curling his fingers into you more, fingering you faster, harsher. “You're so greedy, my love. And yet, you refuse to let me hear you? After all I've done for you? Truly...I must've spoiled you too much.” “N-no sir.” “No? Then let me hear how much you’ve missed me, brat." the moans leave your mouth like a second language, grinding your hips against his fingers.

“I wanna- lemme- cum. Sir please-“ Veritas rolls his eyes, flicking your forehead with his free hand, “Silly thing, just come.” And you unravel so beautifully, thighs shaking, pulsing around his long fingers. It’s almost dizzying how good you cum so much so you lose yourself while Veritas connected your lips, it’s so sweet but so brutally harsh. Bewitching, getting you all worked up all over again.

Usually when you’re taking him, he has to give you a swat on the thigh or ass so you dont try to take all of him at once, but you were taking it nice and easy today. Just like he taught you. What a good teacher you have. Slowly taking his veiny member inch by inch, practically choking his airway by how tight your cunt was.

He’s kneading at you hip, other hand caressing your your stomach up to your jaw before gripping it. “Look at me, keep the eye contact.”

And it’s so slow when you start moving, his head of purple hair resting against your forehead, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. Like a wave, he’s drowning in the feeling. Drowning in you. Addicted to whatever mystical being that you were. He’d drown a million times if it meant being with here in his big arms, holding you so you’d melt into each other.

“Missed you so much Sir mmph- You're we're an ngh-asshole for going to Penacony for so l-long,” you gasped, you were completely and utterly full of him. “It couldn't be helped.”

The real reason he was able to continue his job with such incompetent idiots was coming home to you, his silly little girl that gets her silly little brain get put to mush by him.

“y-yeah,” you whined, fuck, you were barley thinking. Babbling.

“Yeah?...I said keep your eyes on me, if you want to come you do what i tell you to, understood?”

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

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Dw Boo, i could take over for you if you'd like ♡

Heyyy sorry for not posting, I was literally going crazy applying to scholarships and a lot of other things came up that had my attention. My semester starts tmrw and I'm so excited :0 !!

Writing update! I will finish asks, I already have the list of the ones I will do that have been in the ask box for a bit. If you submit any asks after this, I will get to them after my semester has finished!! I'll let you all know when the last one is posted before I go incognito for some time.

I will come back!! So if you have any requests, go ahead and let me know in the asks! Just know it'll be a bit before I get to it cuz university lol

Thank you all!!

We need more shishigumi writers 😫🙏🏽