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swee7dream · 7 months

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nct dream as partners to an age regressor nct dream x f! reader

author's note: hihi! first time blogging, kinda nervous... i've had this idea in my little marble head for quite some time and now here i am posting it !

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

genres & content warnings: fluff fluff fluff. no warnings !

이민형 | mark lee

ur gonna be the death of him. poor boy is stressed 25/8

he's doing his best but he still doesn't quite understand at times

a quality time lover ! sometimes he gets so immersed in his own thing he doesn't notice you switch tasks until it's too late,,,,

"oh no! oh dude... i'm so sorry man, c'mere. no, don't apologize. it's my fault. it's ok. you can cry all you want. let's just get a bandaid on that gnarly cut, okay?"

when he's sorry, he means it ! after the pb&j knife switcheroo incident, he made sure to set alarms to make your meals just in case you've regressed that day and can't (safely) make your own food

a very good listener ! he loves listening to u talk for hours and hours and hours and hours and

listens intently to the explanation of your shows, the names of your plushies, and the storylines currently on going as you play pretend

loves playing pretend. at first, he was a bit shy, breaking character and laughing into his hands when embarrassment got the best of him, but now bro is confident! u could place him in a broadway show and no one would think he's out of place

could be said he was actually the one who made the first move to play pretend.

"...whatcha doing?" "playing" "...what are you playing?" after being burned under your x-ray vision gaze for no less than 5 seconds, you hand him a plushie and 'insist' on him playing with you

not one for titles or nicknames. mark is mark, you are you!

punishments are the last of his worries. hopefully, you don't make it rise the ranks

황런쥔 | huang renjun

manners freak

"ah!" he always has to hold whatever you asked for out of your reach. "what do we say? it starts with a t and ends with a 'you'."

does all sorts of crafts with you

one time, he drew your favorite character and you loved it so much you made him put it on your wall then and there. he was undermining it and complaining that he didn't want to get up and do all the work that involves framing it but the smile and blush on his face told a different story

lets you put stickers on him! only the pretty ones that he's approved beforehand. and NOT on his hair. he's chinese, not korean. he doesn't need the military service buzzcut

like mark, not big on titles. they make him uncomfortable tbh. nicknames for you, however, he does quite like (tiny, munchkin, etc.).

happy to let you be independent while regressed under STRICT supervision

goes so far as to make little songs and jingles to you can sing along to as you perform certain tasks so you both know you're doing things safely and correctly even when out of his eyesight

ur complete coloring pages go right next to his pieces of art on the fridge. u are both artists !

lullabies are a must. the man is a singer for a living ! good night! z Z z ....

punishments usually consist of renjun nagging on for over an hour. you don't really tend to listen. it's mostly for him to let out his frustration before the big stepper comes for you.

"and NO ice cream this weekend!" "NO!"

이제노 | lee jeno

first one to actually not mind titles ! he can live without them but they scratch an itch in his brain like nothing else can

two words: cute aggression. leans in to kiss your cheek only to bite it. he bites your nose. he bites your EARS ?! someone lock this man up !

hugs you in a way that presses the cheeks of the two of you until you look like twins conjoined at the head

the cuddliest man ever like i've never seen a more teddy bear-coded individual?!?!?!

"gotta pee." "hold it." "i can't!" grumbling jeno noises

started going back to the gym after seeing how much he you like being carried

he doesn't really talk a lot when in cg mode, but you've known him long enough that you can read his body language just fine

might actually be in cg space more than you are regressed !

just anything that you do, big or little. it's so precious to him. he feels the urge to just protect you from everything!!!

no !!! u can't go outside !!! what if bugs bite u?!!! oh u brought bug spray? ok... send him a message of when u get on the bus! and when u get off the bus! and to ur friend's house! actually, just let him drive u ok? give him five minutes to change !

the worst at dishing out punishments out of all of dream. a pout, a teary eye, a sniffle, he's unraveling at the seams.

he sits on a chair by the bed, arms crossed with a stern look. you could shatter it with a bat of your lashes, but you know you need this.

"i'll be sitting here until you fall asleep. we could've played chutes and ladders tonight like you wanted if you hadn't thrown away your veggies, angel."

이동혁 | lee donghyuck

he is the baby. wdym you are ?

poor boy is used to being the youngest and acting cute, what is he supposed to do now that the tables are turned?

at the beginning, it's lots of awkward head pats and hugs of comfort.

sits you on his lap while he's gaming, playing with you and your toys in between matches

kind of insecure to be ur cg :( give the boy praise and appreciation!

"you," he sighs, looking away from you. "you should really be in bed by now. it's past your bedtime." "but you're not asleep." another sigh. "i know..."

when his confidence and comfortability is up tho? big big BIG on the baby talk and praise to the point you have to remind him you guys are in public!!! it started out as a joke (yk how he is, being annoying on purpose with his main weapon being aegyo). he doesn't think it's a joke anymore guys,,,,,,,,,,,,,

titles are goofy to haechan. he calls you the same he always does.

"what about me? did i do a good job today?" he asks, striking a ridiculous pose. "yeah ! you're the best, chan ! :D" "... :( thank u baby :,("

punishments don't exist actually! he's right there next to you. silly string all over the room? it was his idea to play spiders. veggies thrown away? impossible. he never bought them to begin with. didn't do your assignment? was it that important to begin with? hyuck doesn't think so

might be a regressor too ! on the older side, perhaps (pre-teen - teenage)

나재민 | na jaemin

terrible for big space. just the absolute worst

baby talk and aegyo is not an action for him, it's a lifestyle. makes you do one or the other (or both if he's feeling particularly sadistic i mean playful) if you want something or as a punishment on the lighter side

probably made you slip multiple times before you even told him you regress

all the cheesy, cringy, cliche stuff? he does that. shamelessly too

loves titles and uses them on himself even if you don't. doesn't make you call him anything, but he loves how it 'rolls off the tongue so well!'

he's an addict to nicknames for you. finds them randomly

"oh man, look at that rabbit! it's so cute!" "just like y/n" "what" just randomly takes out his phone in the middle of walking to text you nana: hi bunny you: ? you: hi?

acts of service are his natural calling. you might as well be quadriplegic.

makes your favorite drink for you! ur too little to do it urself !!! let him do it for u (pls pls pls pls pls he's on his knees)

also makes lunches for you that are all pretty and shaped like some sort of animal when ur feeling small ! he stopped doing cats though since one time you felt like you were eating luna and cried.

you two literally fight to death about who loves who the most. jaemin has to be tied to a chair in the basement of an abandoned building to let you do literally anything for him

punishments are extremely rare. virtually non-existent. he prefers to talk things through and give rewards rather than take away

health is important! it's so so important to him he set up a meal plan where you eat the rainbow three times a day.

makes you exercise with him.........

"i'll be home in about half an hour, jellybean. do you think you could finish a bottle of water by then? i know you can. i'll see you soon, okay?"

종천러 | zhong chenle

you know those people that talk to babies like they're grown people that pay taxes and drink alcohol? that's chenle

he knows you've regressed and you're not in the mindset of an adult anymore, but he isn't a big baby talk person like jaemin is

the nicknames he uses for you are very classic so he can use them both in public and in private (doll, dollface, princess, etc.)

surprisingly into his role as cg? like, he has a chart set up for you and everything. if he's abroad/not around, he'll call you so you can place the gold stars yourself in his behalf

another manners enthusiast

uses titles for himself and expects you to use them too

"'can i have dessert please, what?', princess? what word is missing from that sentence?"

doesn't say much but always keeps an eye or hand on you in public.

bro is nonchalant (for the most part. just don't read his locked notes)

"a gift? i didn't buy you anything" LIAR. "what pink box? have you opened it? bring it over here. let me see"

he's very patient, just stern since he has strict boundaries and rules. constantly encouraging you to have firm boundaries as well.

"is this ok?" "do you not like this?" "how do you feel about that?"

go-to punishment is writing lines. always gives you a yogurt or some other snack when you finish. mostly does it for himself, he doesn't like staying on the subject of punishment/bad behavior. there's better things to do in his opinion

his favorite activity to do with you when small is your text message conversations. no words, no talking, just a photo message from you (!!!! look what i'm doing !!!!) and a photo from him in response (!!!! good job i'm so proud of you !!!! here's what i'm doing !!!!)

박지성 | park jisung

a lot like mark, not a fans of titles or nicknames

more of a listener. has lots of questions but doesn't want to interrupt the groove with which you're explaining the lore of equestria so he just nods his head in hopes that he'll understand with time and context

the one who would adjust the fastest to learning about your age regression out of all the dreamies. give him five minutes and he'll be like "...ok. wanna watch tv now?"

jisung is so !!! silly !!!

a goofy boy. he loves making exaggerated reactions and expressions to make you laugh

"gah-!" you've hit him with an invisible arrow! jisung holds his chest, stumbling back to slowly fall down onto the floor. very very slowly. "you've shot me... i can feel my life force leaving me... why... would you do this...? bleh."

kind of has a sixth sense for you. if something triggers you and makes you slip in public, he's like a cat that heard something no one else can.

pulsing your hand in his to get your attention only for you to avoid eye contact is a dead giveaway. he might not always be able to leave the event, but he makes sure to give you a break of just you two. breathing exercises, grounding techniques, he also lets you play with the plush toy keychain he bought for occasions just like these.

the first time you shutdown verbally when small, jisung panics! he's running around looking up on the internet how to 'talk without talking'. now he's a baby sign language expert. good job, you! /gen

can u tell this came from a jaemin delusion? he's just so cg coded my LORD ㅠㅠ

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mirai-e-jump · 3 months

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+act Magazine January 2024 Issue ft. Hirakawa Yuzuki Interview (translation below)

Publication: December 12, 2023

Hirakawa Yuzuki plays the immovable Rita Kaniska (PapillonOhger) in the Super Sentai series "Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger." In her first appearance in this magazine, she says that while her first priority is to complete this role, there are also things she wants to accomplish next.

"When did you first become interested in acting?"

Hirakawa: It wasn't until I joined my agency that I first became interested. Until then, I was attending a business high school in Kumamoto, my hometown, and wanted to become either a tax accountant or a certified public accountant in the future. Around that time, I learned about the "LDH Presents THE GIRLS AUDITION" and I told my parents, "I should enter like it's a commemorative entrance exam.*" I won the Grand Prix in the vocal and dance category, not the acting category. However, it wasn't until I joined the agency that I tried singing, dancing and acting genuinely. So, it was abit embarrassing being told that I was the Grand Prix winner in the vocal and dance category. (*exams taken for schools you have little to no chance of getting into)

"Your first performance was in a stage play."

Hirakawa: It was in "Moryo no Hako" starring Tachibana Kenchi-san. The play was set where the curtains rise on a scene between me and another girl, and I was so nervous that it caused my stomach to hurt every day. Once I said a few words on stage, I was okay, but until then…I guess that once I got on stage, I felt like I had no choice. But, until I was offstage, my heart would be pounding like crazy.

"Did the fact that it was your first time on stage, and your first performance, have a big impact on you?"

Hirakawa: I always thought that if I broke the tempo of the play in the first scene, things would become out of sync. Even during rehearsals I was told, "The beginning is important. It determines the quality of the performance." That's kind of scary. It's a big responsibility. But, I think they trained me well on that stage.

"What did you find interesting about the stage?"

Hirakawa: I always took lessons with two or three people at most, so more than anything, I enjoyed creating a production together with many people. I also thought it was fun to be with my dependable and kind seniors all the way through the rehearsal period, and that they started to feel like friends.

"Were there any memorable words that were said to you during rehearsals for the play or on the stage itself?"

Hirakawa: They'd say "Just try things out for now." I think I tend to worry about what other people think of me. If I think that I have to do something, I focus on only that. Still, I was told, "Just give it your all for now. It'll be easy to control things from there." This is often said on the set of the Sentai series that I'm currently performing in.

"Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger, right?"

Hirakawa: Their keyword is "Immovable," and I do what I can within that context and to "just give things a try." If I really deviate from the character, the Director will get me back on track.

"Have you seen any other Sentai productions?"

Hirakawa: When I was little, I watched "Tom and Jerry." I haven't really watched the previous series. In middle and high school, I was either doing practice lessons, club activities, eating meals, or sleeping (laughs).

"What kind of programs do you currently watch?"

Hirakawa: Since I started working, because I have alot to learn, I've been watching various things. I've only been alive for 22 years, so there are many things that I don't know. I'm learning about these experiences as I watch these works. What have I been watching…I really can't remember (laughs).

"(laughs). How do you remember your lines?"

Hirakawa: One of my strong points is memorizing things, but I'm the type of person who (intentionally) forgets them immediately (laughs). When they say, "We're done filming this scene," I instantly forget about it. So, I don't really remember much. Recently however, at the recommendation of a co star in King-Ohger, I watched the entirety of "Heaven and Hell: 2 Psychos," starring Ayase Haruka-san.

"Were you interested in Ayase-san and Takahashi Issei-san's personality changing performances?"

Hirakawa: It was interesting to see how the two of them came to know each other through swapping bodies. I also experienced performing a body swap in King-Ohger. Before we filmed it, it was recommended to me with, "This show, it's got body swapping," so I learned alot from it.

"For Rita, did they have the keyword "Immovable" from the beginning?"

Hirakawa: Since my role is that of the International Chief Judge, the words "always neutral" were there from the audition stage. When I was reading the script before filming started, the Director said to me, "Rita is Immovable. That's it." It doesn't mean that they shouldn't move, but that they're unwavering. I was also told, "There may not be much movement, but it holds various meanings. Please be extremely immovable this year." That's why even now, I'm looking for things I can do within being "immovable."

"What did you do at the audition?"

Hirakawa: It was an audition for two roles, the yellow Hymeno Ran, and Rita, who I'm playing. I played both roles in the first round, but when I entered the second round, in terms of her character, I thought, "I'm definitely not Hymeno." From there, I went after Rita.

"Did you feel any similarity between Rita and yourself?"

Hirakawa: I thought I could create something close to the calm and dignified feeling of the character. I'm also pretty tall (166 cm, 5'5"), so I thought that the darker color would also suit me in terms of image. Actually, I had auditioned for the Sentai series and Kamen Rider series multiple times, but most of the roles I've gone for up until now have been for the heroine. So, I thought it wasn't really suited for it. But, with Rita I thought, "That's definitely me." I was pretty enthusiastic, thinking that if I missed out on Rita, I wouldn't get a role like this for about four or five years. And then, until I started working in this industry, I hated my voice.

"But it's an attractive voice, with a deep bassy tone."

Hirakawa: When I finished my first performance, many people said to me, "Your voice is really nice." Do the people around me see this voice as my weapon? Rita's words are very persuasive, or rather, have weight to them. I knew from the audition that I could use my voice in this role. However, since filming started in King-Ohger, I felt that my voice has become even lower. I was trying to make my voice sound deeper, but I ended up sounding lower than usual (laughs). I might be stuck with this low voice. Maybe it'll go back to normal once this role ends.

"What do you currently find interesting about performing?"

Hirakawa: Rita only keeps their left eye visible, right? However, there's a limit to what can be expressed with just the eyes. They're a character that doesn't move that much and doesn't laugh. Things like the inflection and intensity of my lines and how they're conveyed are different from how it's been in the past. Still, by experiencing this kind of role, I feel that the range of my expressions have expanded in slightly different directions. I think I'm lucky.

"What kind of roles would you like to play in the future?"

Hirakawa: In episode 38 of King-Ohger, I performed with my face showing, but I was embarrassed since it had been awhile. A year ago, I would've been able to do it normally, so first of all, I'd like to "reset" that (laughs). I don't have much of a funny role now, so I'd like to play more energetic roles. Also, I want to wear a uniform! I want to be in a school story. It doesn't matter if I'm a class president, a bully, or some kid with a depressed personality. I just want to wear a uniform (laughs). I definitely want to make that happen. But for now, my first priority is to finish King-Ohger. It's been a year, and I think the real battle afterwards will be letting go of Rita and returning to Hirakawa Yuzuki.

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izukuwus · 6 months

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Boiling Point 4: Finale - Miguel O'Hara x Reader (NSFW)

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A/N: by the power of banana pudding rum we got there. thanks for waiting and please enjoy!

Summary: We reach the part where you get what you want.

Notes: smut. this is the part with actual sex for real. uh biting mentions, blood drawn, etc.

Word Count: 2800

None of this has exactly been how you expected this night to go.

At any turn, you were expecting something else. Not eating sandwiches atop the Empire State building and sipping fountain drinks while you floated, quite frankly thinking you were out of your damn mind and dreaming some truly deranged shit, as Miguel acted exactly like normal in response to having discovered that your sex drive is basically controlled by whether or not he breathes in the same room as you on a given day.

By the time you've nearly finished your drink and near pulling off the lid to crunch the ice, mostly to have something to do with your mouth other than fuck up, Miguel lets out a heavy sigh.

Honestly, you're still stuck on the part where he knows. Clearly he's somewhere miles past you, speaking frankly, as though this is a normal conversation to be having. Just a Spiderman and the Spider belonging to this version of New York, far above the ground. You stare at the stars while he stares at the streets below.

"Are you understanding anything I've said to you? I'm starting to think you're not."

The ice cube cracks in your teeth. You spit it back into your cup to respond. "It's more like I think I'm being punked right now."

"Punked?" he repeats back. You wonder if that's because that's not a thing in Nueva York, or if it's because the idea is so stupid that he can't believe you've put it into the world in the first place. (It is, in fact, a little bit of both.)

You double down, because that is your best quality. "Yeah. Like, tricked? Pranked? You're sitting here having taken me out for chicken sandwiches in response to—hell, I don't think I can make myself say it out loud, but anyways you are Miguel O'Hara and it takes all the work in the world to not think of you by your full name every time because you're just that fucking amazing."

He lets you go on, watches you as you watch the stars. You pause to crunch another ice cube before continuing. "Like, I'm not sorry for thinking you're the hottest thing to walk any Earth. I am sorry you found out, because I can see how that would be uncomfortable to discover, but like. You are hot. I could go into excruciating detail, if you'd like, but I think that's a bit too much, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to be, like, normal?"

"You're not any less normal than anyone else we’ve brought into the multiverse," he says. "I am now completely convinced that you haven't been listening to anything I've said, though."

“I haven’t… not been listening?”

“Okay. Then, what have I been telling you?”

You thoughtfully crunch another ice cube.

“…shit.”

He sighs. “Okay, let’s take it from the top. I was hoping you would figure out you were being an idiot before you sent yourself spiraling directly into sub drop, but that clearly didn’t happen. As fun as it’s been watching you drive yourself insane, this isn’t how I wanted to see you fall apart.”

“…okay.” He’s watching your every movement, and you, in turn, are trying to control each one, down to whatever microexpressions you can. Part of you wants to cry from the embarrassment of it all. But dammit, you are not sitting at the top of this building to cry for once. “So… how did you want to see me fall apart?”

“I can show you.”

Please hold. Buffering.

“Okay!” It comes out a squeak, but this is not a man who has the time to let you cringe, apparently, because you’re suddenly being bodily lifted from your perch, your trash nearly forgotten except your quick thinking to web it to you. Responsible superheroes don’t leave their trash on skyscrapers.

“Limits?” he says as he carries you, so easily for a man only using one hand.

“What?”

“What are your limits? Dirty talk, biting…”

Oh. Your face flares hot. I think you’re finally starting to get it. Good for you. “Um. I don’t… like… assplay?”

He nods, not even looking down at you. That’s fair. He’s a little occupied with the web-swinging right now. Actually, it’s kind of fun to be carried like this, rather than being the one doing all the work. You should find some way to con him into carrying you around like this again sometime.

“I can work with that. Anything else?”

“Um… normally I like degradation, but maybe not right now?”

“Makes sense. Safeword?”

You’ve suddenly forgotten every semblance of a safeword you’ve ever known. Good going. 10/10.

“Pumpkin,” you blurt.

“Pumpkin?”

“Pumpkin.”

“You didn’t just make that up on the spot, did you?”

“Not that you can prove.”

He lets out a soft huff, more felt than heard, and lands on the roof of your building. “Not sure I want your neighbor listening in.”

Ah. Yeah. That… huh.

(You are so fucking eloquent.)

You flash a grin. “Yeah, uh, I think he’s been doing that for a while. I might move, actually. When I can afford it. Do you think this is… better?”

He sighs. “No. But I need a moment.”

“Oh, okay, I can—“

His lips crash down on yours, and fuck it, this clearly isn’t real, so of course you’re going to moan against his lips and kiss him right back. He’s so much bigger than you—all muscles and hard lines and, when he pulls back and you open your eyes, deep red eyes and sharp teeth.

He must like something he sees in the way his eyes roam over you, because he groans and drops his head a bit. “Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to not think about taking you like this?”

“Like what?” You do your best to sound innocent. It does something, a fact you’re proud to state you know from the way his clawed fingertips suddenly flex into your flesh.

…he is going to completely destroy you.

You, for one, are fully prepared for that outcome.

…probably.

Making out on the rooftop becomes making out in your bedroom becomes Miguel getting you out of your Spider suit in record time. (Maybe you’ll ask him for pointers after this, all things considered.) At least you’re not the only one getting surprised today—when he gets your top half bare and finds your tits bouncing free, not a bra in sight, there’s a growl passing his lips that leaves you shuddering.

“No bra?” His hand hovers over your breasts, as though waiting for permission.

You press your chest forward, right into his waiting hands. “Built into the suit.”

“That’s… dangerous.” His eyes are dark as they fixate on you, on the way your soft curves squish in his hands. “Have you ever worn a bra under the suit?”

You laugh, wrap your arms around his shoulders. “No, sir, I haven’t. You find me a stretchy spandex that doesn’t show every line underneath and then we’ll talk about bras and underwear.”

Without another word, he grabs at the rest of the suit bunched around your waist and yanks down. You yelp as you move with the suit, as you go from “superhero” to “ass-naked” in one fell swoop. That’s just unfair.

Dark eyes search your face, just a moment, just long enough for him to take in wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Whatever he’s looking for, clearly it satisfies him, because his next step is to jerk your hips up and hook your legs over his shoulders.

“So why don’t you tell me a bit about why you thought a contract like that was a good idea?”

You refuse to meet his eyes. Large hands dig into the flesh of your thighs—not painful, not enough to bruise, but enough that you feel the tiniest pricks of his claws threatening to press in.

“Come on, cariño. I wasn’t asking.”

You throw your arms over your face, hide your eyes so you don’t have to look at him when you admit it. “…I kept overheating the motors in my vibrators.”

He startles you with a real, genuine laugh. “Really.”

“Yes!” You jerk to try to face him, which leaves you in a weird half-crunch position. “You’re… a lot, okay? And I’m not, like, constantly constantly thinking about sex, with you or anyone else, but you do shit that gets me started and then I can’t stop and—“

“There you go,” he purrs. “That’s a good girl.”

Your rambling cuts off into a low moan as he buries his face between your thighs at last. His tongue enters your core, his fingers toy with your clit, and he works you up just to the point that you actually contemplate murder when he pulls away.

“Miguel, I can’t keep doing this,” you whine, tears already springing to your eyes in response to yet another denial.

He shushes you, gentle. You do not want gentle.

If we’re being completely honest, if this man does not break you tonight, your body is going to completely atomize itself on the spot.

“Please,” you whine.

He quirks a brow you-ways. Tilts his head. “What are you asking me for?”

“Anything. Need to cum. Please.”

A soft laugh. “You need it?”

“Need it.”

His fingers brush against your core, and you whine out.

“Okay.”

You nearly cry—first at the feeling of his fingers entering you, the promise that this is finally over, you’re finally done breaking toys and breaking yourself just to do something right, now someone else gets to break you—then at how expertly he manages to bring you back to the brim with two thick fingers pumping into your heat.

“There you go. You’re doing so well. So, so well, cariño.”

You smile through your moans, meet his blazing eyes as he works your walls and your clit. You cum hard and fast, writhing around him until he has to put a firm hand down on your stomach to keep you still, and this time, you do cry—from release, from overstimulation, from the fact that you got here and you did it and you did so well.

He doesn’t stop when you stop to catch your breath. The swift removal of his fingers is replaced once again by his mouth, and you cry as he laps up the fluttering remains of your first orgasm in so, so long. A jerk of your hips from the contact has just the barest brush of his fangs teasing against your pussy, just enough to remind you that they’re there and you’re finally, finally getting what you need.

“miguel,” you breathe out in lowercase.

He groans against you, grips your thighs again, and this time he does leave thin red lines behind as he loses himself in your pussy.

The second time you cum, you haven’t quite stopped with the tears from the first. It’s almost everything you’ve dreamed of. You’ve dreamed of some weird shit, though, so basically it’s everything worth dreaming of.

And again he barely stops. He pulls away, yes, when your walls stop spasming around his tongue and your whining drops to low keens, and he repositions himself to fondle your flesh, to smooth a large hand over the plush of your tits and thumb lazily at a single nipple, and when he kisses you, you taste yourself on his lips. But he isn’t done, and he makes quite clear he isn’t done quite quickly.

Lips trail from yours to your neck, and when you reach down in hopes of finding the truth of his cock, he grabs your wrist and nips at your throat.

You do not bother trying to repress the shudder as his teeth graze you.

He sighs, nearly laughs. “You’re seriously turned on by these?” he asks, pulling away to look you in the eye.

“M-mhm. All of you.” Oh dear. You didn’t think you could get stupider, but somewhere between edges, you must have found a shovel and started digging. Poor you. “But I really like teeth. Used to be so into vampires. Werewolves. Anything with big teeth that could wreck me.” Okay, that’s enough. You can stop talking now.

Oh, thank fuck, he took his turn in the conversation. That was getting bad. “Guess you’re lucky, then.”

“So lucky.” You nod.

Another graze of his teeth, and then again he pulls away. Bastard. Like you haven’t been edged enough these past few weeks, through no fault or decision of your own. “You know I can’t bite you, right? Paralytic venom?”

“Like I can move after what you just did to me anyway?”

He raises an eyebrow. “We’ll think about it.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“I can tell.” He leaves you there on the bed, a bit limp from the double orgasm action, and removes his own suit, slow and careful. “Lucky for you, I wasn’t done yet. That was just the prep work.”

“Prep?”

Ah. He’s big. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Maybe you should have trained for this. He climbs right back on top of you, cock weighty where it rests on your stomach, and kisses you slowly. Almost loving, if you hadn’t known any better.

When he presses into you, it’s a stretch, big and sore and dragging out yet another whine from you. He shushes you gently, like this is something you’re supposed to be able to just push through, but he does and you do and when he bottoms out you’re honestly surprised he fits.

“There you go. There’s a good girl. Still doing good?”

No one here is completely sure whether you’re whimpering because his cock is finally inside of you or because of the pet name, but we’ll just say it was overstimulation and call it a day. You manage a nod, which has him arching his brow and holding very carefully still.

“I need a verbal answer, [name].”

“Still… still doing good. You’re good.”

“Okay.”

One slow, careful thrust turns into two turns into three turns into another, and you have to cling to him and claw just to find some sort of purchase before very long at all. By the time you’ve lost count, it’s more because you’ve lost your mind than anything. The overstim-sore gives way to a delicious stretch, and you’re sure you’re babbling something, though you’re pretty sure it’s just his name. That’s all that’s in your head, anyway.

What you know is this: his grip and his pace become bruising, at your enthusiastic pleading, and he fucks you until you don’t remember whether you came once or twice or stopped until he was done. You know that he pulls out, that he cums across your stomach in thick ropes. You know that he cleans you with a warm, damp cloth, tends carefully to the cuts on your thighs where his claws dug just a touch too deep. When you can sit up, you blearily take the kit from him and dab at the bits on his back where you managed to draw blood. Marks of your own left on his skin.

“You did good. Better than I was expecting, honestly.”

“You’re rude,” you shoot back with a sleepy-sounding laugh. “And big. And good.”

You’re not sure the etiquette here. In the light of no longer being mid-fuck, you cringe at the dance that socialization inevitably becomes. He’ll go back to his universe, and leave you here, and probably send Lyla to let you know of new assignments, but what do you do now except begrudgingly accept the chocolate he shoves in your mouth and make sure the cuts on his back are disinfected?

“Sorry about your thighs. That’ll sting for a while,” he says as you’re busily trying to memorize the muscles on his back.

“I’ll be fine. Quick healing and all that. Um…”

“I’ll do some work to figure out the venom thing, if you were serious about wanting me to bite you.”

“Of course I’m serious!” You squeak. “Your damned fangs were at least two of my casualties that started this whole thing!”

“Casualties?”

You fluster, turn away. “Yeah. Casualties.” A brief pause where it sinks in. “Wait. So you want to… do this again…?”

“Was that not clear? You’re a bright spot in the multiverse. If you’d just stop throwing yourself into stupid shit…”

“Don’t kid yourself. I’m already perfect.”

“You are. I’m still not biting you without being absolutely sure I won’t kill you in the process.”

“Aw, that’s half the fun!”

He gives you a sharp look, and you cringe.

“Right. Yeah, I get it. Feel free to surprise me when you figure it out, though.”

He pulls you into his arms, and in his warmth you feel yourself finally relax a little bit.

“I think I’ll take you up on that one.”

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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Tickled to Death (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Primary Universe

Summary: Dazai asks Atsushi to tickle him to death - literal death. Atsushi is hesitant, but things aren't exactly what they seem...

A/N: I've had this idea for BSD since before I even finished the anime, and I'm SUPER excited to share it with you! My first full-length story for this fandom! And yes, I've created a Primary Universe for it because I already have two others lined up that take place after this one. Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 2,700

Warning: Slight suicidal ideation (Dazai as a character likes the idea of suicide, so please be warned if that bothers you <3)

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“Oh, Atsushi~” Dazai sang charmingly, leaning into his protégé’s vision with an innocent smile that immediately let the weretiger know he was up to something.

Still, he paused in his writing and indulged his boss. “Yes, Dazai?”

“I’d like you to help me with something.”

“What is it?”

“Well, I heard about this really interesting way to die—”

Atsushi immediately tuned him out, blinking slowly, waiting for the brunette to finish whatever spiel he was giving. Every time the man asked him to assist his suicidal urges, the younger detective felt a little nauseous and frustrated with Dazai. For all of his amazing qualities, this was one quirk Atsushi simply could not stand.

“What do you say?” his friend was asking now.

“Nope.”

Dazai looked genuinely shocked. “Really? I thought you’d have been all over this one.”

“I’m not going to help you kill yourself.” Atsushi turned back to the report he’d been writing up. “I have work to do. Please leave me alone.”

There was a brief pause. Then, in a more amused voice, Dazai asked, “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

“Huh? Of course I heard you. You heard about this interesting way to die, blah, blah.”

“Ah, so that’s when you tuned me out.” Dazai leaned against the desk and grinned down at him. “You think I didn’t realize you’d stopped listening?”

Atsushi glanced up at him, both annoyed and embarrassed. “Dazai, I’m not helping you—”

“I asked you if you’d like to tickle me to death.”

The weretiger blinked. Was he serious? He looked serious. Well, as serious as Dazai could look. “You…want me…to tickle you?”

“To death, yes.”

Atsushi sat back in his seat, dropping his pen, a little hazy. “I don’t know that it’s actually possible to tickle someone to death…”

“Sure it is! You just have to put your back into it. What do you say, Atsushi?” Dazai asked eagerly, spreading his arms as if in invitation. “Want to give it a try?”

“Uh…”

“Ah! Kunikida!” Dazai perked up as their coworker walked in, making the room a party of three. “I’ve asked Atsushi to tickle me to death, and he doesn’t seem like he wants to do it! Can you believe that?”

There was a long, long silence. Atsushi was just beginning to turn around to see the expression on Kunikida’s face when the man himself finally replied, “Atsushi isn’t the type to want to do any harm, so yes, I can believe that he’s hesitant. However…” He adjusted his glasses and looked the weretiger straight on. “…should you decide to attempt it, I will help you.”

“You’ll what?” Atsushi exclaimed, jumping to his feet, knocking his chair over. His eyes flicked between Dazai (calm and amused) and Kunikida (completely serious as always), trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. There was no way on this green Earth that Dazai wanted to try a new suicide method and Kunikida was actually going to help him!

Apparently Dazai deduced that Atsushi was going to do it, so he hopped up onto the desk and lay down flat, legs dangling off one end, stretching his arms above him. He smirked up at the younger man. “Well? I’m ready when you are.”

Kunikida strode over to them and sat on the ground below Dazai’s arms, silently grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly.

“You…you’re both serious,” Atsushi finally managed, blinking at the insane scene before him. “You really want me to do it. To…tickle you to death?”

“Yep,” Dazai said with a dazzling smile.

“Like…actual death.”

“Yep!”

Atsushi glanced at Kunikida, who seemed to have gotten comfortable in his position on the floor.

This was crazy. Absolutely insane.

Just another day at the office, he supposed.

“All right.” Atsushi reached his hands out to hover over Dazai’s torso. “I’ll…I’ll do it, I guess…”

“Might be easier if you sit on me,” the brunette suggested, still grinning. He looked way, way too happy about this. “I’m fairly ticklish.”

Kunikida snorted as though that were an understatement.

Almost in a trance, Atsushi did as asked and climbed up onto the desk with him, sitting on his boss’ waist, fingers poised over his ribs.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Dazai encouraged.

Atsushi let out a breath and started scribbling his fingers along Dazai’s ribs.

Admittedly, he didn’t have a lot of practice with tickling – giving or receiving. No one had touched him at the orphanage unless they were hurting him, and once he’d been driven away and started working for the Armed Detective Agency he’d been too busy trying not to die to even think about something as childish and playful as this. His movements felt jerky to him – uncoordinated and all kinds of weird – but his simple ministrations turned Dazai’s confident smile into a more natural one, so he kept it up.

At first the brunette just grinned widely and shivered a little, but with each passing moment and each increase in pressure on Atsushi’s part, Dazai gradually broke out into tiny giggles and eventually began squirming in earnest, his arms kept securely above him thanks to Kunikida’s hold.

Then:

“Cohohome on, Atsushi,” he whined. “You gohohohotta try haharder than that to kihihihihill me.”

“I’m not—!” Atsushi began to protest, then stopped. He wasn’t actually trying to kill Dazai, of course, but to be fair, the man had asked him to tickle him to death. That would require much harder tickling than what he was doing now. That, and finding a particularly ticklish spot. “Okay, fine. How about this?”

Dazai yelped in surprise when Atsushi gripped his sides and dug in hard, giggles bubbling into soft laughter, his face beginning to turn pink. “Yeheheheheah, that’s behehehehetter!”

Atsushi rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous, but he had to admit, it was also kind of fun. Watching Dazai break down this way, laughing out loud, seeming to actually grow a little flustered…all of it was novel to the weretiger, and the more he kept going, the more he wanted to see. He was curious how far he could push it before Dazai gave up and changed his mind. Because that’s what people did when they got tickled, right? They eventually reached a breaking point? No way Dazai was so superior to the average human being that he wouldn’t eventually change his mind about wanting to literally die laughing.

Suddenly Atsushi was smiling, too. He rubbed his thumbs in small circles just above Dazai’s hips, watching with interest and satisfaction when the man arched his back a little, a short squeak escaping him. “Good spot, Dazai?”

The man looked up at him through squinty eyes, still laughing, but something seemed to change in his demeanor before he flopped his head back down and said, “Try hahahaharder, Atsushi.”

Okay, now he was just being annoying. Atsushi dared to go slightly further down, finding the man’s hipbones and pressing in there, pleased to hear a loud “gyah!” erupt from Dazai, followed by a stream of hysterical giggles that were actually kind of cute coming from him. “Gohohohohohohood johohohohob!”

The more he kept talking, the more Atsushi felt an urge to get him to shut up rise in his chest. He used all ten fingers to dig into that spot now, nearly being thrown from the desk when his boss finally burst into actual cackling, squirming like crazy whereas before it had seemed like he wasn’t really affected that much.

“Any pointers for me now, Dazai?” Atsushi teased, keeping up his assault with a grin. He was surprised to find it was actually really fun to make someone laugh like this, just from touching the right spots on their body.

“I have one,” Kunikida said from the floor, reminding Atsushi of his presence for the first time in a few minutes.

“Oh,” the weretiger stammered, slowing down a little. “What is it, Mr. Kunikida?”

“Let’s just say there’s a reason I’m holding onto his wrists right now.” The older man glanced over at him with a tiny smirk. It only took Atsushi a moment to put it together.

“Ah, I see. Are your armpits really ticklish, Dazai?”

Dazai was back to his confident grin, though his cheeks were looking a little pinker now. “I don’t know. Why don’t you find out?”

“Careful. The more you sass me the more I actually want to tickle you to death.”

Dazai’s eyes only seemed to light up at the comment. All right, so maybe that was the wrong thing to say, but…

“You know what they say,” Atsushi continued, scooting up a little for better access. “You mess with the cat, you get the claws!”

Dazai clamped his lips shut for only a brief moment when Atsushi began scribbling in his exposed underarms, quickly breaking down and snickering and eventually throwing his head back with peals of laughter when his protégé started digging instead. His legs finally started kicking the air, too, and Atsushi knew this was it. This was the spot.

Now to go in for the kill, so to speak.

“If I stay here and keep tickling you like this, will this be enough to finally make you kick the bucket? Huh, Dazai?”

It was amazing to him that his boss hadn’t uttered one word of pleading yet. The few times he did witness a tickling episode, the person being tickled was often saying ‘stop’ or ‘no’ or some other variation of asking for it to be over. Dazai hadn’t done that once yet.

Well, Atsushi was determined to change that now.

“Nothing to say?” he teased, kneading his thumbs deep into his armpits. “No more pointers? No more demands? Am I doing what you wanted now?”

“AHAHAHAHAHATSUSHI!!” Dazai cried through his laughter.

“What?”

There was no reply. Only more cackling, more kicking. A small, encouraging smile from Kunikida.

Atsushi decided to experiment, turning one of his hands into a tiger’s paw and extending the claws, dragging them gently up and down Dazai’s armpit, careful not to cut him.

Dazai shrieked, arching his back again, shaking his head. Still no pleading words though.

Kunikida cleared his throat, drawing Atsushi’s attention. He overdramatically mouthed the words “tease him,” and suddenly it all clicked.

Atsushi looked back at Dazai’s screeching, laughing, blushing features – taking a brief moment to admire the rarity of them – before beginning to speak again.

“Look how ticklish you are, Dazai. I never would have known if you hadn’t asked me to find out. Thank you so much for this wonderful opportunity!”

His words may have been slightly sarcastic, but he honestly was happy to have been given the chance to see this side of his boss. He was even happier when the brunette whined through his laughter and cried, “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

That was it. Teasing. Dazai never uttered a word of protest or begging until Atsushi had started talking back. That was what it took to break him. Well, consider this stallion broken!

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Atsushi pulled out all the stops, using every cutesy, cooing word he could think of, using a baby voice on him. “Aww, look at the little detective~ What’s the matter, Dazai? I thought you wanted this. Why are you shaking your head at me? Do you not like it anymore?”

Dazai cursed, surprising and pleasing Atsushi immensely. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAT!! STOP TAHAHAHAHAHAHALKING, ATSUSHI!!”

“Why should I? Does it bother you?” Atsushi beamed, suddenly finding that he was having so much fun with this he almost didn’t want it to stop. “Can’t handle a little teasing? Aww, look how red you are now! You’re like a cherry! How cute~”

“I’M NAHAHAHAHAHAT—!!” Dazai snorted, and the sound made Atsushi laugh, too.

“You’re cute when you laugh, you know. So cute and blushy and giggly~ Oh, my! Are those tears I see? Are you laughing so hard you’re about to start crying?”

Indeed, mirthful tears were pricking at Dazai’s eyes, and for the first time since this insane endeavor began, he looked up at Atsushi with something akin to distress. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP, ATSUSHI!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Sensing victory was near, Atsushi went back to kneading his thumbs deep into his armpits, grinning at the howl of crazed laughter it pulled from his friend. “Changed your mind, Dazai? No more tickling to death?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES I CHAHAHAHAHANGED MY MIND!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!!” The brunette snorted again, and the first tear slid down his cheek. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Atsushi decided that was enough.

He slowed his tickling fingers to a gradual stop and climbed off of Dazai, taking a moment to straighten his shirt before Kunikida had a chance to let go of his wrists and stand with him. Dazai lay on the desk, red-faced and bleary-eyed and gasping for air, and the sight was so unusual it both amused and worried Atsushi.

“Dazai, are you okay—”

“Excellent work, Atsushi,” Dazai said, finally turning his head to tiredly face his protégé. “That was a wonderful attempt. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure you had it in you.”

“You…what?” The weretiger blinked, glancing at Kunikida, who stood by his side with his arms crossed, a small smirk on his face. “Had it in me? What are you talking about?”

“He did this to me once before as well,” Kunikida explained calmly while their friend recovered. “He claimed to have found a ‘fun, interesting way to die’ and asked me if I could tickle him to death. Of course, once things got too intense he backed out pretty fast. It was all just a ruse to see if I’d actually fall for it; tickling someone to death would be murder, after all. Not suicide. And we all know he’d much rather take himself out. Right, Dazai?”

“Right,” Dazai confirmed.

“But…” Atsushi frowned, confused all over again. “If you weren’t serious about it, why did you ask me to do it?”

“I wanted to see if you would for a couple of reasons. One, to see if you’d do something crazy for me if I really wanted you to. Second, to see if you had a tickle monster buried somewhere deep inside that kind, quiet soul of yours.”

“And third, because Dazai loves being tickled,” Kunikida added.

This third one threw Atsushi off more than the first two had. It was easy to believe Dazai would test him in the first two ways. But to learn now after it was all over that Dazai had enjoyed it…

“You really like it?” he asked, his voice quieter now, making both other men look at him curiously. “I’ve…I didn’t know anyone could like it.”

Finally the brunette sat up, running a hand through his messed-up hair and softening his gaze toward Atsushi. “Yeah, I like it. I think it’s a lot of fun. But not everyone does, and that’s okay.”

Kunikida watched Atsushi carefully. “Do you not like being tickled, Atsushi?”

Suddenly the weretiger felt put on the spot, and he shrank under their gazes. “I…I don’t know. I’ve never…no one’s ever…”

Both of them stared at him. Dazai was the first to understand. “That orphanage really was the worst, huh?”

Atsushi hugged himself, trying to feel more secure. What had happened to the mood? Was it his fault it had changed? Probably. Lots of things were his fault nowadays.

“Well,” Dazai said after a pause, hopping off the desk and putting a hand on his protégé’s head affectionately. “One day we’re going to have to change that. But only when you’re ready to find out. And I promise, I won’t try to tickle you to death. The first time.”

Atsushi glanced up at him, saw his smile, and smiled back. He felt warm relief wash over him. “Thanks, Dazai.”

Dazai ruffled his hair and moved to walk past him, heading toward the exit. “That was a lot of fun. Thanks for indulging me, Atsushi. And…” He stopped in the doorway and turned back, grinning with his usual confidence again. “…feel free to tickle me again anytime you like. I’ll be waiting.”

He slipped out of the office, and Atsushi smiled after him, that same feeling from earlier rising up in his chest again at the offer.

He was already looking forward to it.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #bungo stray dogs #bsd #osamu dazai #atsushi nakajima #kunikida doppo #experiment #tickled to death #kind of playful #teasing #first time tickler #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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princescribbler · 1 year

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How did you learn to be OK liking diapers

I don't always know when to be brief and when to be overly explanatory. I'm guessing this is a time for verbosity, though. Why? Because of the huge subtext in your question. How to be ok with it; not how to be more turned on, how to get a specific kind of relationship... how to be ok with it. How to be ok, implying that you're not ok with your kinks, you're struggling emotionally likely to not just accept your kinks... but to accept yourself. Because spoiler alert: you are made up of a lot of things, and your kinks and fetishes are part of that.

So how did i hey to a point of self acceptance?

First, my process likely looks different than yours will. Let's acknowledge that. Self acceptance is a lifelong journey, and each of us treads our own paths. But put simply...I didn't accept my need for this stuff until I was in my late 20s or really into my early 30s. Plus, my journey involved family issues, recognizing issues with adhd, depression, anxiety, etc. I needed therapy, I needed friends, I needed a new life all before I could start my healing process... and hopefully you don't!

I had issues with acceptance. That's the key of this though: self acceptance and accepting your kinks. Accepting that you really don't have a lot of control over what turns you on, just how you interact with it. Acceptance and acknowledgement that me having a diaper fetish in no way, shape, or form negatively influences me as a human. I'm still me: I just sometimes get off in diapers.

So step 1: acceptance is key, and so is the very challenging task to recognize your value and qualities are not dependent on how socially acceptable those qualities are. Sure, SOME other people might judge, but not the quality ones.

Step 2: reconstruct my mental idea of what my kinks are. For example,I used to think i was deeply fucked up for wanting to wear diapers full time and unpotty train. Heck, I didn't even admit that to a therapist until I was nearly 30, almost a decade AFTER starting therapy... only to be told it wasn't a big deal. The therapist got to the heart of it very fast: she explained it as, roughly, "You want to become diaper dependent, yes because it is sexually exciting in some ways and a loss of autonomy and control, but also so you can justify your needs through physical, rather than emotional, justification". Mind fucking blown. My whole mental map had this idea at the core that I was a perverted sexual deviant... only to be reminded that we're all just trying to figure out why we feel and want what we feel. I'm just a bit more kinky about it than average. Add in a complete internal dialogue change (like accepting the term cute for my regressive mindset instead of it feeling 'fake', or embarrassing, or trying to be PROUD of my efforts to integrate kinky into my life in a healthy way, seeing progress and taking pride) and more change follows.

I found a whole new partnership: I can't promise I'd have made it this far in acceptance and self discovery without my partner, my love, my princess, and my sweetheart babygirl mommabyte, @giggle-byte . I found someone who fostered the good, helped me not obsess over the bad, and worked with me on gently repositioning my outlook and perspective. I think I've helped her in the same way, because support and encouragement are magical, awesome things.

This one can't be ignored: FIX THE OTHER STUFF. You might think your big issue is kink... and sometimes you're right, and sometimes you're wrong. I was fixated on kink as the source of Shame for me, of all my issues. Therapy and EMDR to cope with some trauma changed my outlook and I realized my core issues weren't that I was overly kinky or ashamed... it was that I was not taught healthy interactions with relationships, with kink, with family and I developed fragile and unhealthy attachments while repeating the negative patterns of behavior modeled for me by my family. And I got diagnosed, not just with depression and anxiety, but with adhd. And I started to treat it. I couldn't seem to get a good anti anxiety medication. I tried and failed about a half dozen antidepressants. And then I got help for adhd, and realized that in fact I had a severe developmental disorder, and am not just secretly lazy and useless like my entire self image taught me! Add in actually being better at focus, at my job, learning about my sexual and romantic needs while ACTUALLY GETTING THEM FILLED??? Fucking mind blowing!!!!!

So... to summarize so far, and the Key takeaways of my journey to accepting and being ok with diapers and my kinks; self acceptance, changing my internal dialogue, therapy, addressing underlying emotional and behavioral challenges, finding a romantic partner who accepted, supported, and nurtured my growth and safety, and then honestly working to develop better coping strategies and more positive self talk.

It's a lot! To be honest most folks don't struggle quite this hard, but hey, I'm special I guess. And my family did throw me out over kink. And I might've had a few complicating factors in there, lol... but the point is, being ok with diapers, and kink, and all of this stuff... it wasn't a single thing. And it wasn't a short term fix.

The only things I can advise for 'short-term' improvements are to help are changing your internal dialogue and seeking useful and peer reviewed research on how to cope with kinks and fetishism. And maybe getting a therapist... because that's kind of more key to my personal journey than I want to admit.

Good luck my friend and I wish you comfort, security, self acceptance, and a life of enjoying your kinks!

Good luck, bud, and as I try to tell everyone: stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!!

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Bottom!Kid - Day 4

I decided to join this event like two days before the start, so for my own sanity, I'm doing this as completely off-the-cuff drabbles each day.

Please be aware that means the quality might be lacking more than usual ^_^;

cw: omegaverse / a/b/o, alpha Eustass, omega reader, bottom!Eustass but I lost control of him at the end. Gender neutral reader (no genitalia descriptions, no pronouns), strap-on. 18+ only.

Disclaimer - I have never written omegaverse before. I've read some of it, and want to write a proper AU of it at some point, but this is a literal first for me.

“Are you sure?” You ask for the third time, readjusting the strap-on you’re wearing.

Eustass nearly growls, but you hear – and see – him take in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m all prepped and ready, so just do it.”

“This’ll help your rut?” You’re unconvinced as you line the head of the device up with his entrance, pushing in a little.

“Should.” He admits, face already starting to flush as you push him open. The more pressure there is from pushing into him, the more pressure there is for you, and it does feel good. Not as good as being railed by your alpha feels, but still good.

“You could… just use m-me.” You say pushing completely in and taking a moment before you begin to shift your hips.

“You’re not done healing.” He grumbles. He’s not mad at you, he’s mad you go hurt like you did and he hadn’t been able to stop it sooner. “I’m not, hnnngh-haaa, r-right there,” he advises you, shifting a little to help you hit his prostate. “I’m not thrilled to have you doing this much.”

As you find a rhythm, a strange pleasure builds in you, and you can feel the mark on your neck start to add to it. Grinding against his spot, happy to be providing your alpha help in this way, you revel in the coarse, heavy breaths coming from him.

“S-see?” He muses, stroking his cock in time to your thrusts. “You’re doing great.”

“It feels… good,” you gasp, trying to push a little deeper. “Not as good,” you admit, and hear him chuckle a little. “But good.”

“My needy little omega, rather get railed than rail.” His voice is steady, but his breath is coming out heavy and you can feel his body twitch and tense.

“You like the sounds I make.” Your face is hot with embarrassment, the conversation turning you on more than the act. “I like the sounds you make me make.” You admit, your own voice needy and husky.

“Keep talkin’ like that, you’re gonna get your wish.” He warns. “Injuries or no.”

“Haa, s-sorry,” you barely get the words out before the scent of your need starts to sink into Kid.

The shift in the air sets your skin on edge. You hear and see Eustass cum, the flush of pleasure sinking down into his shoulders before he looks over them, golden brown eyes laser focused on you. The look is enough to cause you to sit back on your ankles, strap on easily slipping out as you try to catch your breath and calm your need.

“I can – I can ta-take care of it,” you begin to say as he turns to face you.

“You’re not done helping me yet.” His expression is a scowl, but his tone is lewd and hungry. He picks you up easily as he sits on the bed, putting you straddled over his legs on his lap, the strap on pressed into his stomach as he pushes into you.

You’re already nearly dripping with need, and he slides inside you easily. Your cry of pleasure and relief fills the room and Eustass’ hands flex against you.

“Couldn’t make it through the whole thing,” he muses, teasing you. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you sweetly, and settle both of us.”

@kidlawevents

#x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass x reader #bottom eustass kid week 2023 #omegaverse #a/b/o au

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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Ahhh I thought Josuke is like 18 or smth but I just researched. Turns out he's just 16, my bad!! What about a fluffy movie night instead? Perhaps Josuke trying to teach reader how to play video games or something like that? I know you said I don't have to apologize but I feel pretty stupid rn 🫠

Ready Player One — Josuke x Black!fem reader

contains: sfw, fluff, squint for pining

sweetheart ur absolutely fine! mistakes like that happen but you’re cool! hope you enjoy this 🫶🏾🥺❤️

"Josuke, I suck at this. Can we play something a bit easier?"

A whine left your throat as you flung your head back against the chair of the sofa, dropping your hands and controller into your lap.

The TV flashed with yet another screen that read DEFEAT. This was probably about the eighteenth time today. Suddenly you regret opening your mouth earlier in saying you could easily play any of the games Josuke did.

Josuke on the other hand only looked on at you with an amused expression as he jolted your crossed legs with his outstretched foot.

"You're not that bad. You just need to play at it a bit more." He crooned.

"But I've been 'playing a it bit more' for near an hour! I'm ready to give up and just accept the lost."

A lazy laugh left Josuke's mouth as he watched the pout on your face grow. Maybe he'll bestow mercy on you just this once.

"C'mon. Here, look."

Unexpectedly, Josuke leaned himself over you and so easily his frame over-towered your body. It was even worse when he laid his hands over your hands and controlled the remote whilst it was still in your possession.

As the boy directed your character, you couldn't help the fact that your skin started to heat up and itch with nervous sweats.

Seeing as Josuke was so close to you, you subconsciously held your breath. However, ceasing all breathing didn't help the fact that you were still able to smell the woody cologne that he usually sported. You know Josuke liked expensive and designer items but no thought about price and it's quality came to your head upon smelling it. All you could think about was how nice it smelt on Josuke.

Without fully thinking about it, your face turned to gravitate further into his person as you discreetly tried to take a deeper whiff.

The heat that radiated back onto your face felt so comforting, your nose just about skimming the skin of his neck. You know you were pushing a boundary but it hadn't occurred to you on who until the boy turned his head.

"What're you doing?" Josuke mumbled as he looked down at you with an amused tone.

Instantly, you turned your head towards the TV again in fear that he would find the gesture strange.

"Oh. Soz'." You forced out, your hands slightly shaking.

There was a slight delay in Josuke's reaction. You couldn't watch what his facial expressions read concerning you were too afraid to look at his face but he cleared his throat before saying anything else.

"Nah, you're good." Josuke pulled back into his own space. "I smell nice, huh?"

You hummed in agreement, suddenly shy that you had gotten caught, but you weren't shy for long as the game dinged with a screen saying PASS. You guess Josuke had won the first part but the rest was up to you.

"Thanks, by the way."

You quickly turned in his direction to offer your gratitude for the game, but you didn't miss how Josuke stiffly kept his face centred towards the screen with his hand curled over his mouth, unable to look at you.

Initially you thought it was because he was maybe weirded out by your impulsive actions but you knew that wasn't case when you saw the embarrasing reddening of Josuke's cheeks and pinch of his ears.

Even though he sounded like he was playing it calm, it seems like the situation was affecting him too.

For a moment, the living room was only filled with the sounds of the level you were trying to complete. You hadn't watched or heard a single thing Josuke was explaining to you earlier but it seems by the sheer will power of trying to mask your slight embarrassment, you were doing better than before.

"I'm always cautious I don't go round smelling funky." Josuke suddenly said out loud.

You thought he was going to carry on, say something more, but all he did was aimlessly fiddle with the hem of his top as he watched the gameplay on screen.

So before you even realised it, you were instantly replying.

"You never smell bad."

Josuke turned is head in your direction.

"Eh?"

Shit, you thought. If he didn't think you were weird for smelling his neck then he definitely thought you were weird now.

Scrambling to reply, you tried to formulate the words in your head first.

"I mean, not that I smell you often or anything like that—" Josuke raised his eyebrow at you with an inquisitive look. "—But as far as the record goes, I've never like, been with you and you smelt bad. You always smell good."

Your last words were mumbled, because who were you to even suggest that you perceived or frequently took in account the smell of another person, but to Josuke, it seemed to make all the positive difference.

Turning his body in your direction, the boy grinned at the side of your face.

"Well that's good coz' I'm always cautious how I smell around you specifically."

Now it was your turn to be confused.

"Huh?"

Leaning his hands behind him and looking upwards at the ceiling, Josuke squinted his eyes shut as he made a sound of pre-meditated regret.

"Argh, I dunno. It's gonna sound so weird but I find that I don't mind how I smell around the others as much as I do for when it comes to you."

Your heart rate started to pick up but it had nothing to do with the fact that the game was getting intense. Whilst keeping your eyes on the screen, you lightly dipped your head forwards to the side.

"Expaaaand?"

Fidgeting in his spot, Josuke ran a hand down his face.

"Like, of course, I like to smell nice at all times, but I'm always cautious of how I smell when I know I'm gonna be seeing you? It's not even because I think you'll judge me or anything but... Ah, I dunno."

The game made a countdown beeping noise. Your eyes stayed trained on the screen. The quietness that ensued from Josuke however didn't sound complete. You know it wasn't, because he kept making groans of contemplation.

"Yeah, I dunno." He sighed. "There's just something about you that makes me want to try that tad bit harder or to impress you."

"Oh. Forreal?" You dryly muttered.

Suddenly, the TV laughed with a celebration of success. Once again, the letters PASS decorated the screen. This time however it was accredited to you. Finally, after all this time, you were granted a win in the game, but you couldn't focus on the success due to what the boy next to you had just admitted.

Despite your lacklustre reply, Josuke was still able to laugh at the situation.

"Whadd'you mean, just 'forreal'?"

Placing the controller down, you finally looked in Josuke's direction, but as soon as you saw the amused look on his face, suddenly the cloth of the sofa was a lot more entertaining.

"I mean— okay, that reaction sounds bad but...I hear you. I never knew you felt that way."

"That's fine." He nudged your knee with his foot once again but this time he had an overwhelmingly cheeky smile on his face. "You know now though, right?”

Finally glancing up at the boy, you were met with that same easy face that always seemed to occupy your thoughts when they weren’t supposed to.

Smiling back, you slightly shook your head.

"Yeah, I know now."

#josuke x reader #josuke x black reader #josuke #josuke higashikata #jjba scenarios #jjba imagines #jjba fanfic #jjba part 4

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artist-issues · 7 months

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What do you think of how Snow White was portrayed in Once Upon A Time? (If you've seen it)

Oh! I'm so glad you asked!

I watched the first three or so seasons of Once Upon a Time back when it was coming out, and had no prior knowledge of Snow White. So, I really liked OUAT Snow upon watching it for the first time.

The thing about Snow White is that she's supposed to be innocent, pure, and faithful. She's not the kind of character to steal from people and fight them--even in self-defense. So I objectively have to say that, at least when she's first introduced, she's not really Snow White.

So when I go back and watch it, it's a little disappointing. Because they have her pulling Prince Charming's sword out in her wedding day and yelling at the Queen, and they have her robbing people and plotting to kill the Queen...before they show you a littler further back in her timeline.

In the episodes where Snow White is meeting Red Riding Hood, or even in "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" when she's about to be killed, there are moments of vulnerability or selflessness or just a general naiveté and innocence to Snow. She's too guilty to take eggs from Red's farm even while starving, and she is willing to let the Queen kill her if it brings the Queen happiness and the kingdom peace...I like moments like those! I think, in the Fairy Tale Realm, I guess they decided that if they were going to have a Snow White who was old enough to be a mom (and a schoolteacher in the Real World) then she couldn't quite react to everything with the same childlike innocence...and her story couldn't quite play out the same way. Plus all the added fairy tales merging with Snow's were bound to throw her off.

I do think it's interesting what they did with Mary Margaret! In that first season, by taking away her memories, they give her back some of that innocence and naïveté. She's asking Emma for romantic advice, and she's easily intimidated by Regina, but she's also sweet and trusting enough to invite Emma, a complete stranger, to live with her, and earnest enough to say things that other people might be embarrassed to say, like "Oh, I trust you" to Emma when she bails her out of jail. And Ginnifer Goodwin does a really good job of playing her both ways.

So I have to say, she's not Snow White. She doesn't represent those same qualities and values that the original Snow White does...not 100% of the time, anyway. But sometimes she gets close enough!

And the storytelling and the little twists in Season One are usually enough to win me over, even after I've admitted that. (I actually think they gave Prince Charming way more of Snow White's traditional character traits, but that's a post for another day...)

#I forgot I liked OUAT #I go back and watch it and cringe a little #but only a little #because I do like it #Snow White #mary margaret blanchard #mary margaret x david #prince charming #asked #answered #soullessangel25

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plasmasimagination · 5 months

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Hello^^ I saw your match up and I was curious if I could get matched up :) (btw Congratulations on hitting over 300 followers!!!!!!

Fandom I'd like to be matched with: Honkai star rail

Character I'd like to not be matched with: Herta and Astra (I don't have anything against them I swear 😭)

Ok so my name is Kristina but I prefer close friends or family to call me Kristi or even Kris^^. I'm a cis female(she/her) lesbian + demi aroace, I'm a Capricorn with a Aries rising and a Capricorn Sun and Moon, Infj, my aesthetic is more like crowcore aesthetic (I adore trinkets and collecting them) and my favourite band is starset.

Appreciate wise I'm short with pale skin and slightly visible freckles, I have a dark brown wavy pixie cut and dark brown hooded eyes

Personally I'm really introverted and don't like to attract too much attention but I always had a thing and a hobby for creative work such as drawing, painting, writing, sculpting and now I've been able to pick up taxidermy, in which is one of my favourites alongside drawing, and thought years I've been praised for my talent but did get labeled as lazy because I don't put the same effort to things I don't like such as school/uni. And whenever I discover something that interests me such as phycology and astrology, I'll always put 100% of effort to find out more and more about it and after I'm sadisfied with my research I never feel burned out but when it comes to school work it drains me out completely within a really short time

(Bonus, my love language is gift giving, quality time and physical touch)

Anyways have a good day/night and don't forget to hydrate!!!!

HI THERE KRISTINAAAAAA. Okie so to get to the point I won't waste your time. . .

I match you up with . . .

GUINAIFEN

Hear me out, hear me out. I think you guys would get along just fine

I like to give every introvert an extrovert partner so they balance each other out, and I think you two would be cuties

I have a feeling that even if your personalities might not match at the first glance I enjoy to think that she would absolutely hype you up in everything you do

Shes your biggest admirer, your biggest fan, and she will sometimes post about your amazing artworks/creations, even though it may seem embarrassing she just wants to hype you up, but she'll stop if you don't want her to

As you said your love language is gift giving , I like to assume that you make cute artworks/ creative little handmade gifts to people

And oh god,Guinaifen would be whipped. She can and will hang it around her house and keep EVERY.SINGLE.THING you gave her.

She might seem like "too much" or "overhelming" but she's actually very calm when she's around you.

She usually keeps quiet and listens to you talk

Shes always there after you come back from school feeling stressed, she'll let you rant to her about everything that's on your mind, she'll definitely just sit there holding you in a hug and stroking your hair

She'll always feel bad about your burn outs and sometimes she doesn't even know what to do so she just sits there zoned out

But after she spent more time with you, she also adapted and figured out what to do when you're feeling that way

love you so much, don't forget to eat and drink babe :}

#guinaifen #x reader #honkai headcanons #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #hsr imagines #hsr spoilers #hsr x reader #hsr icons #hsr fanart #hsr

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16-pennies · 6 months

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Literally hurling myself into your ask box to say I LOVE Silver and I am shamefully, shamefully behind on reading it.

Have you ever done that thing where you open a fic in a tab, burn through 50k of it in a day, and then like... lose the tab? And forget to subscribe? And then come back months later and you can't even remember what chapter you got to???

It's completely disgraceful and I'm going to be re-reading it from the beginning, which actually just works out as a wonderful little treat for myself!

Aaaaanyway that's my grovelling done. Sorry you're bored and lonely! That sucks :( AMA literally whenever I'm never busy lol

So a question for you!

How are you feeling now you're so close to the end of Silver?! From the dates it looks like you're on track for finishing it almost exactly two years after starting it! Do you have something else that you're working on next, or are you taking a well-deserved break?

Hi hi hi!!! Thank you so much for the ask <3 And you're so relatable. The number of fics I've half-read and then completely lost track of is embarrassing. I'd love to hear your thoughts as you embark on your reread!

I didn't even notice that Silver might wrap up on its 2 year anniversary. It's strange to think of how much my life has changed in that period. As to how I'm feeling... nervous 😬 I have no problem admitting that plot is my weakness and I think satisfying endings are difficult for me. I'd hate to think that my readers made it through 220k+ only to feel like I could've wrapped it up better.

But other than my own insecurity, I'm excited to be able to say I have a completed draft for such a massive word count. There are still a few scenes I need to fill in, which is why I don't know exactly how many chapters are left.

I'll probably make a more detailed post about this when the story is finished, but I came up with the premise for Silver and wrote the first chapter(s) when I was 15. (So if you're rereading those early chapters, sorry about the lesser quality. I did my best with editing.) I didn't come back to it until I was 21. It's been an interesting journey, writing characters that I looked up to and now am much older than.

Anyway. Let me stop there before I philosophise for thousands of words.

Since I finished the bulk of Silver in 2021, I've been working on my next longfic (thought not as long as Silver) I'm calling The Trial. It's a lumione, post-canon Ministry shenanigans with some trauma not-quite-recovery thrown in. I know that ship isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it's been my guilty pleasure for years and I'm excited to write something more substantial than one-shots for them. It's also been one of the most challenging drafts I've ever worked on, as far as process goes, but that's a different conversation.

That's probably way more answer than you asked for, so I'll stop here, but if you ever want to chat my ask/messages/whatever else are always open!

bel

#thank you so much <3 I love seeing stuff in my inbox #ask #silver

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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Hello!^^ I would like to participate if its still open. I saw your matchup works and they're all so wonderful and amazing ✨

Can i have a romantic twisted wonderland match up? I'm an Istp girl + leo and my height is 5'1. I'm a first year college and i love to draw a lot. Other than that, i like to listen to music which i tend to sing (on karaoke sometimes even tho im not a good singer hehe) and mostly dancing a lot. I like cute things whether its a plushie or keychains (if its a octopus or cat then heck ye!). Favorite foods and drinks are Blackforest, anything with strawberry flavored and Boba tea. My personality is very shy at first but when i feel comfortable with someone im very talkative. Even I'm quiet and observant most of the time, Im pretty much chaotic and hype when im in the mood. Overthinking and anxiety is my worst enemy where I sometimes bottle it up or crying it out from small corner :'). I'm very self concious about myself and prefer to ignore it but once i feel confident, i tend to dress up myself to slay out my problems. My love language is physical touch (most thing i crave a lot is hugging both recieve and giving), gift giving and quality time. I'm a night owl person which i get having dumbells under my eyes these days lolol. I like collecting shiny things mostly crystals and sea shells.

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope that you like it!😊 Sorry it took so long, I've had production practice for the last week and I'm completely drained by the time I make it home😂😭.

I match you with........

Azul Ashengrotto

• Now, the initial start of this relationship was a bit rocky regardless of how it started out. Whether it be by a contract formed or him approaching you for a contract and was denied, or if there was any interference with the twins. (Who am i kidding? The twins always interfere, they find it entertaining entertaining see Azul's face explode in a rather deep blush)

• Regardless of how it started, you're both very touch oriented people. Poor ZuZu is touch starved. And even better, why get a hug with two arms when you can be hugged by 10? Granted, it certainly took some time before he was finally comfortable enough to show you his merform (please, this poor boy need validation 😭), but once we're at that point, after long days, you're both in his private bathroom, being a housewarden has its perks, in the tub deep and big enough that it can at least support most of his merform, lounging away. There are the rare times where you're both secluded away in rhe waters of Octavinelle, and you have a breathing potion (if you're human), and just holding onto each other.

• Azul is not used to receiving gifts without the giver having any ulterior motives (thank you trauma and businessman mindset😑). But give him some time, then you'll see a flustered octopus every time you decide to gift him something. If it's nice and small, he likes to keep it on his desk within the VIP lounge. He doesn't admit it, but it helps him get through a rather long day, something always there to remind him of you.

• Quality time can be a little difficult with him. Between his housewarden duties, his schoolwork as a student, managing the lounge and all his contracts, it certainly takes up a lot of his time. But, he has a solution! You are free to come to the VIP lounge at any time (so long as he isn't with a client at the given time), and you can be there with him as he works. He's He's being productive while also being able to spend time with you and you with him. It's a win-win.

• Okay, if he just so happens to see that you have an octopus plushie, he's gone there on the spot. Mind blank, derpy look, and glasses askew. While embarrassed, he does feel a sense of pride that out of all thatbyou could have chosen, you went for the octopus plushie. This also helps with his insecurities. Now you both have aquarium dates where he info dumps on the various octopus species that you see in the ocean and you walk away with new octopus merchandise.

• Octopi have been known to collect various things, as seen with Azul and his habit of collecting coins. This means you will of collecting together! Even better, if you can't find any rather good shells on the beach, he prepared tk take you below the sea where you can gather all sorts of shells to your hearts content. He loves the way your eyes light up every time you find something new to add. The poor octopus is so in love with you💗.

• If you're hungry or craving a nice Boba tea, please do come over to the lounge. It's on the house and most of the time, prepared by Jade, who makes a surprisingly good Boba tea. They hadn't even heard of it before you mentioned it. Then it was added to the menu and profits have skyrocketed! Cue happy octopi noises.

• When your chaotic and hyper side comes out, he is rather used to such behavior. After all, he's been around Floyd for years and that's Floyd on the daily. Speaking of the lanky eel, when you're in this mood, Azul and Jade keeps both of you away from each other. You guys will feed off of each other's chaotic energies and then there really is some chaos that is happening.

• Speaking of the twins, they're rather supportive of this relationship, in their own strange way. Now, this doesn't mean you're exempt from any teasing. But this also means you have their protection. You're dating their boss (and friend), after all.

• Azul knows what it's like to feel so insecure about yourself. It is now mandatory for the both of you to meet up with each early in the morning, most of the time you're in his dorm room, and you both say what you love about each other the most. Saying these to the mirror is optional, be he loves doing it like that with you, just so that he can show you just what he loves about you and you can see this as well.

• Congratulations, his sleep schedule isn't the best either. There's just so much that there is that needs to be done, not necessarily because he's a night owl. When it's a late night, depending on the night, you guys could be found sneaking into each others dorms to get the other to sleep.

• Overall, there is a lot of validation within this relationship. He loves you for you and he can never get over thr fact that you actually do love him. There's always a smile on his face when he thinks about it. The twins really do think that the both of you were made for each other and while they'll also never say it out loud, they're happy to see that their friend is as happy as he is.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #azul ashengrotto #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #floyd leech #matchups #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland jade #romantic #azul x reader #twst azul

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beloved-daydreams · 6 months

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Folktober2023 Prompt: "Graveyard meet-cute" 🪦🥰

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannetrevels and @jurdannet

📘 1 800+ words

😎 Characters: Taryn, TheGhost/Larkin, Myriadh

✒️ Tags: unexpected, terrible flirting, banter(?)

📢 Summary: The Ghost has appeared out of thin air, an entrance truly worthy of his codename. And for no tangible reason, he sticks to Taryn until she realizes the outrageous truth: this insane man is trying to flirt with a pregnant and widowed woman!

🧐 Author’s note: Third and last part is here! First part was for "Corn maze" and the 2nd one for "My sister, the serial killer." Hope it’ll be fun to read as much as it was fun for me to write!

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"Hey, paying a visit to your sister?" Larkin smiles, a smile that looks tense to me, though it doesn't make sense. Why would he be tense?

"Something like that, I suppose so, yes." I try to tell him plainly but it comes out as clumsy.

We stare at each other for a bit. It doesn't seem like he wants to let go of me right away, he keeps looking at Myriadh as if she's a bother. Does he have something important to tell me? Could it be about the reason why Jude left today? Though I can't imagine it must be too serious since we're surrounded by all the flowers of the corpses she has gathered. Nonetheless, I got the hint so the natural thing to do is to act accordingly.

"It's alright Myr, I know him. Please leave us."

"How far away, my liege?"

I point at the daffodils in the distance, far enough for her to see us but not hear us. She nods and steps away politely. Once she has reached the spot I directed her at, I start.

"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

Larkin smiles at me curiously, as though he has no idea what I mean by that.

"I just think it's better to have some privacy even for small talk, don't you think?"

I sigh, planting my hand onto my face.

"Really? You made me send Myr away just for some small talk?"

He brings his hand to his nape, scratching it pointlessly. A gesture that shows he's uncomfortable about something. It doesn't serve as anything else than a sign of his groundless nervousness since I cannot imagine the nape is a spot that can often get itchy.

"Well, isn't she more of a chaperone given to you by your sister rather than a proper attendant? I bet she reports your every move to Her Highness."

So annoying. So what? What does it even have to do with him? I'm pregnant and weak, I'm not doing anything of note lately anyway. Even if that were true, if Myriadh is sending reports to Jude, it would only show that Jude's worried about my well-being since I visit so rarely. That's all.

"It doesn't concern you. And even if your guess is true, all it tells me is that Jude cares for me."

"Then you must be glad. I mean, that you betrayed her and she forgave you." A haughty smile. Almost a sneer. His words ring true but his voice has a human quality to it. Now this is definitely sarcasm.

"Well, I suppose you must be relieved as well. Since your friends and my sister forgave you after you blew up their base and dragged Jude to rot in the Undersea."

His face drops. I've managed to completely wipe his smile off of his face with my cruel retort. Larkin has gone red, embarrassed. Not sure if he had gone too far and I was genuinely pissed or if I'm playing him as payback, he stares silently at the ground next to my feet.

"Relax. I guess this just proves we're both pretty terrible. No need to feel so bad."

Or at least that's what I like to say to convince myself.

Larkin's gaze goes up to my face again but he's still a bit shaken, or rather he's thinking about being more careful with his words from now on. Seeing him like that satisfies me, I can't help it. Still, I suppose I should lend him a hand.

"Are we just going to stand there? Since you've already made me lose time I'll take this as an opportunity to walk around some more."

His eyes light up a bit. It's funny, back when I first met him, I hated the way he looked. Despite being half-fae his genes are much "heavier" on the human side. Yet having a better look at him now, he possesses a sort of tranquil beauty to him. Something serene that I don't possess. He feels familiar yet otherworldly at the same time, how contradictory.

"Is something wrong?"

I immediately shift my gaze to the side, pretending that I was looking past him and not at him.

"Nothing, I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to."

His lips press together, I recognize that mannerism. He's trying to hold back a smile. Why? What's so funny?

"So that attendant," He starts, weighing his words. "Myr, was it?"

"Oh no, her name is actually Myriadh but I call her Myr."

"Are you two so close already?" He looks a bit baffled. As if I've just told him that I'm nicknaming a complete stranger. I shrug.

"Not really, but I appreciate her. Also, calling someone by a nickname gives them a sense of familiarity, don't you think? I'd like us to have a good relationship."

Larkin stares off towards Myriadh with a strange look. Then I notice him slightly fiddling with his cuffs before stopping as soon as he notices what he's doing. Then he almost shyly shoots me a glance.

"If I were your servant, what would you call me?"

I blink a few times at him. Not sure why he'd like to know. Is that his roundabout way of asking me if he can come work for me? Is that it? Nonetheless I entertain the thought.

Larkin. Honestly, I don't find it to be a pretty name. Then again, I never liked mine either so who am I to judge, really? I try to compose a wholesome nickname based on some not so good source material. Larky sounds too silly. Lar is kinda ugly. Lala is too cute and doesn’t fit him.

"...Larlar? You don't have an easy name to work with."

It's still so bad yet he smiles wholesomely nonetheless.

"Hmm. I guess it's the best you could do with what I have, yeah."

"Well, you could also be Boo." I regret the words as soon as they escape my mouth. Larkin stares at me, eyes wide.

"Boo?"

"Like, you know. The Ghost. Boo. Like how ghosts go boo when they try to scare someone off…" I blush at my stupid idea and even more idiotic reasoning. Yet he laughs this time.

"I'm worried about your child, do you already have a name in mind?" He throws at me.

"Excuse me?! I do have some ideas and they're all good, mind you."

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that. Are you certain you don't need someone's help to name them?"

Larkin swiftly plucks out a marigold and puts it in my hair, I jolt. Not because of the contact, but because of the sudden realization of what he was actually trying to achieve this whole time. This crazy man wanted to flirt with me! Not to mention in a graveyard at that.

I make my eyes big at him, giving him a somewhat scolding look.

"Are you trying to flirt with a pregnant widowed woman?! You're insane… also, your attempt is extremely poor and lacking in manners."

"Well, considering you murdered the husband in question, I don't believe you must be so sad about being widowed. Plus, I think a half-faerie child would be way happier with a half-faerie father like them instead of the unbearable prick Locke was."

I can't hold my laughter at the utter audacity of that statement. It is refreshing though. Larkin is one of the few folks aware of what truly happened. Because of that, I mostly get pity and attempts at kind and reassuring words. Rarely ever confirmation of what I thought of Locke in a closed-off part of my heart.

I dig into my brain. What is the appropriate response here? What would be the correct way to act? There just isn't and I already blew it off by laughing anyway. So I just play along.

"Alright. Well, I'm thinking of redecorating the unbearable prick’s castle grounds. I'll get rid of the maze and replace it with a pretty garden. If you help me, I'll indulge your ridiculously scandalous thought of courting me. Or whatever it is you were foolishly thinking."

Larkin gets down on one knee, takes my gloved hand, and before kissing it, he has the gall of removing the glove for direct contact. I think his strange affection towards me might secretly be quite worrisome. But well, I can’t deny the fact that I'd rather raise a child with a husband at my side than to raise them alone. He gets up and instead of giving me the glove back, he shoves it into his pocket.

"As proof of your promise." He says.

"That's usually for a promised duel, not a run of the mill promise." I correct him.

"Well, then let's see if your composure is sturdier than my advances. That will be the duel."

I furrow my eyebrows.

"I feel like you're going to be extremely persistent and possibly annoying. Don't make me regret it."

"You won't." He puts his hood back on and as he's about to do the same with his mask in order to disappear into the darkness, he adds: "You didn't have to pretend earlier, by the way. I like the attention." I can feel my chest get hot as he snickers before leaving. I guess I should've known, no matter how clumsy he was with me, he's still an assassin. Of course he'd notice that I was checking him out.

And as soon as he leaves, Myriadh hurries over to my side, asking me if everything's alright. All I can note to her of that interaction with him, is that this guy is going to be trouble. Well, for me that is.

We then march towards the carriage to leave, truly this time, I remember that just before Larkin appeared, Myriadh was about to tell me something. I urge her to continue which makes her smile kindly at me.

"I just wanted to tell you that personally, I find you lovely in the mornings, my liege. Especially the rare days when you have had a good sleep, I can immediately tell by the tangles in your hair, which are equally as lovely as your sleepy face."

I blush.

I suppose that I'm still way too guarded with Myriadh despite what I told Larkin about wanting to get along with her. That's often what I do, I get along but I don't get close. Maybe I should once in a while.

"Myr. From now on, if I'm having trouble sleeping, would you sing me your lullaby?"

Her eyes widen slightly at that but she answers me rapidly and calmly as always.

"Absolutely. I'm honored that you're willing to give me such trust, my liege."

The next day, by the time the sun had set, the maze had been wiped off and somehow, miraculously, some marigolds were already blooming in the empty space.

✏️✏️✏️

It was very fun to imagine how Taryn and The Ghost might act around eachother although I can imagine that I was most likely COMPLETELY off-base here.

This is probably the last piece of writing I’ll post for Folktober2023 unfortunately, but HEY I still wrote for 9 days out of 13! And it was my first time in trying to participate to something like this. Who knows though, if I get hit with inspiration I might write for the other days later.

Pleaseeeee leave some comments/tags for ya girl 🥺

#the folk of the air #tfota #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #taryn duarte #the ghost #larkin #taryn/the ghost #fanfiction #jurdannetfolktober2023 #join the revel 👻🎃#jurdannetrevels #jurdannet

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spicedraws · 2 years

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Any other pikmin ships ya like? (asides from Loualph lol)

Oh God… You're asking a complete weirdo that- 😭

I don't know if I can talk about ships much without feeling like I'm gonna be burned over a fire for my sins- Hhh but if I'm ever gonna get over my crippling social anxiety I guess it's best to embarrass myself!

I'm sorry don't read this unless you're prepared for the unhinged ramblings of someone who pretends they aren't ship obsessed…

Loualph is the only thing I actually fully ship, I just feel like they complete each other really well. It's a chef's kiss, 💋 though that doesn't mean I don't enjoy seeing others and haven't thought about them.

I think Charlie x any of the other Kopaits can be cute (Charlie with D especially. I love seeing people's different interpretations of that scraped character.)

…But If I'm being honest with y'all there is a reason I haven't been able to ship Charlie. So- if Olimar wasn't already happily married I'd ship him with Charlie LOL. I just feel like it could be a very quality couple. Look, If they became close they could share each other's passion and become unstoppable! They will be rival bff lovers… One of my fav kinds of ships. They would constantly be building each other up whether if its intentionally with comforting each other or unintentionally from having their silly who is the better captain bickering.

I can imagine Charlie trying to be all brave and cool until Olimar gives him a smooch and he just MeLts-

Also since Olimar is apparently terrified of rubber duckies. I could imagine them having some deeply overly dramatic and emotional moment where Charlie is getting him to hold his rubber duckie for the first time. Meanwhile you just see Louie in the background questioning both of their sanity. (Chaotic gay ships just bring me so much joy I'm sorry my tastes are complete shit *sobs*…)

basically what I'm gathering from this is that I wanna ship Charlie with Olimar… but Olimar is a married man with a family so I don't- why am I like this frick. I love Olimar so much I just wish his wife actually had a personality and name, also had her own design not just Olimar's clone with makeup. Even more than his wife though I really wanna see more of his kids c'mon Pikmin!

Also I think it'd be funny and cute to find Shacho someone (I know he's married too but off of what I've seen the "happily" part is missing)

WAIT I ACTUALLY DO SHIP SOMETHING ELSE I FORGOT

I ship the Hocotate ship with the SS Drake because I just think it'd be a really fucking funny and unhinged ship.

Also Brittany... I just wanted to bring up her existence cause she's epic lol.

… whelp *crawls back into the shadows*

#spice rants #louie x alph #random bs my brain throws at the wall #shipping trash #im sorry im not a writter. i just attempt to type out what my brain thinks into words

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bravevolunteer · 9 months

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒; 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋: fox... unsurprisingly— beyond using the mask as a scare tactic, foxy was genuinely his favorite animatronic ( and if i'm self-indulgent, couuulddd have been inspired by him, but- ) and he's always like the animal itself. was probably also that kid who thought wolves were cool as hell ngl HGFHDHG

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑: i don't even think he knows this but he'd like before the storm irises and bat flowers ( emo ass )

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: firewood, gasoline, the air after it rains

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄: he's not that picky honestly— will not hesitate to drink black if need be/he just cannot be bothered to do anything else, but he'll usually have it with a simple milk and sugar. will also sometimes just get straight up espresso shots.

𝐓𝐄𝐀: doesn't really drink tea, if he does he'd probably go for something spiced, like a cinnamon type. maybe with honey because it reminds him of what his mom would make when he got sick but that's embarrassing JHDFGHJKK

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊: ... he was probably an energy drink guy ESPECIALLY in his teens, okay battery acid

𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄: again, not picky— he can stomach pretty much anything: beers, shots, mixed drinks, whatever. he can sometimes be put off by the smell of whiskeys, but he can stomach it fine, with that said he was for sure a fireball guy lmao

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃: ... so i've already talked about how he doesn't have the BEST diet, it's a good day if he cooks himself a real meal period. definitely gets a lot of takeout, but also he's content if he makes himself a good sandwich... any meals that remind him of better times when he was a kid is when he has a preference for homecooked

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓: ... this might be more of a snack but of course my instinct is to say popcorn. it's a comfort after horrible shifts when he can still eat okay HGFKGF he's also a cookie guy i think, cupcakes and ice cream Not Allowed

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: when he's younger? for sure his stupid "tank tops" aka shirts with the sleeves he cut off himself— he thought he looked cool. into adulthood he does keep a leather jacket that he really likes. bonus: he ALSO likes his piercings and a couple rings as accessories

𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: left handed, tried to train himself to be ambidextrous as a kid because he got frustrated over smudging paper and failed ( pov william, probably Could teach himself if he hasn't already, finds this really funny )

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: mostly neat! it's not perfect or anything and can be a little scrawly but it's very readable

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄: messy... always had a pretty messy room as a kid / teenager, and while he DOES try to put some effort in occasionally.... he is depressed AND lives alone ( in complete isolation post scooping ), he doesn't really have much motivating him to keep his place clean. if he's living with someone, he will try more, but old habits die hard

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: the thing about this is it's assuming he has a schedule like a normal person LMAO— he does struggle with the drive to do so making that already the first factor to handle. when he doesn't work night shifts, he'd usually shower at night. when he does, his regular system will be get home, either pass out or Sit And Deal With That, and THEN shower bc ew gross yucky restaurant.... so that would make it more like afternoon i guess!

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: quality time and acts of service— he is so prone to isolation and self sabotage that allowing himself to spend that meaningful time with someone is not only what he needs and won't let himself have, but a display of how much he cares for that person. michael's never been good at verbal communication, so he will tend to show his love through actions: doing things for others, defending/protecting them, helping instead of hurting. as for receiving? of course all options good but he is especially deprived of words of affirmation and physical touch ( though this very much hinges on comfort levels )

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: no— he has with struggled concepts related to fate and inherent qualities, but that's more in the personal sense, he's not interested in the idea of love at first sight. has everything to do with the fact that the idea of someone seeing the worst parts of him and loving him anyway appeals to him.

TAGGED BY: @moondevours TAGGING: steal from me i am so tired

#forgot i started this and then let it sit in my drafts for over a week LFHGHDFK #somehow he both has to make every answer so much more complicated than it should be AND is not really that picky about a lot of stuff?#idk if that's due to not really being much of a material person or being a Mess GHDFHFGF #some of these were so on the spot. the handedness one was Just me going 'yeah that's funny write it down'#⁂ ･ﾟ: none of us belong‚ everything i do is wrong‚ and soon there will be nobody left around ➛ headcanons

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