#darling nonnie

[buckgasms]

what would daddy Bucky do if princess forgot her safe word but was clearly not enjoying whatever they were doing?

Hi Nonnie 🩵 thank you for your question 😘 I have taken this a bit further along than your request because it's a good idea to look after our Daddy Bucky too 💙

I think he would notice the changes in his princess and figure out a way to stop without upsetting you more.

So let's say you had your hands tied and he was watching your face and your lip was wobbling and you weren't making much noise, which is not usual. Sometimes you cry or whatever but it's normally like happy, spoilt tears. These ones are different.

So he slows his movement to a stop, drops his face down to yours and presses kisses to your cheeks. He gives you a moment to respond but you can't. It's too much.

"I've got a job for you princess..." He says softly and you nod, limbs shaking. "I want ten kisses babygirl.... Ten kisses, take as long as you want, but I need ten..."

As your brain catches up, you press soft, gentle kisses to his cheek. You do a few and he asks, "how many was that angel?" Gentle and kind and you stumble over your words. "It's ok Princess, can you start again...Count for me, out loud. I know you can do it Princess."

You breathe out a smile and start again. Your hands have been untied, and he's wrapped you up close. Your warm bodies are pressed together and before you even know it you are back down to Earth and pressing your tenth kiss to his lips.

"There's my girl" he whispers as you shiver a little and cling to him, teardrops gathering on your eyelashes. "M'sorry Daddy... I couldn't say it, couldn't say my words..." Your breath shudders and he holds you closer, stroking your back and telling you everything was ok.

💙

I think once you were feeling better and maybe you'd had a little doze while wrapped up in his arms you feel Daddy slip away into the bathroom.

You wait for a little while for him to come back but he doesn't come back, but you can't hear the shower or anything. So you slip out of bed and tiptoe into the bathroom where Daddy is standing staring at himself in the mirror and leaning heavily on the counter.

"Daddy... What's wrong?" You whisper and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his back. His heartbeat thuds heavily and his breathing seems slow and tight. He turns around and hugs you, pressing his lips to your head.

"I'm so sorry I scared your Princess. I never wanna hurt you baby.... I fucking hate it... I'm supposed to protect you... I made you cry..."

He holds your tighter and his breath shudders, so you grip his soft muscles and skim your hands up and down his body. "Daddy" you whisper, "you don't...you didn't hurt me Daddy, I promise..." He grunts a little but you just squeeze him tighter. "Daddy listen... I mean it..."

He hmms again and you move back a bit to look at him. You stroke his chest and face, wondering what to do, how to take care of your perfect daddy. Suddenly you smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Come on Daddy, I'll make you feel better..." He lets you drag him over to the big shower and watches as you turn the water on, smiling as you jump at the cold water, humming until it turns warm. Your outstretched hand guides him into the stream of water and you smooth your hands, guiding channels down his skin.

Taking a loofah and some of your fanciest soap and rub it all over him and you in the process. It doesn't take long before you are the bubbliest people in the world. As you wash, you ask him to pick his favourite things about you, and you pick your favourite things about him. He grips your waist gently, keeping himself grounded as you whisper pretty things and tell him how much you love him.

The water washes away bubbles and discomfort. You do your best to dry him off with a fluffy towel, but you are getting a little worn out now. Daddy is finally feeling more himself too, and takes up the task of drying you both off.

When you both slip into bed you are both wondering what to do but the exhaustion of the night takes over. It can wait till morning.

💙

You wake up to his kisses on your face, you both smell of your chosen shower gel and you feel absolutely warm and safe.

You spend the morning in bed, discussing safe words and perhaps a new way of expressing discomfort when words are hard. That makes you both happy. And he thanks you with endless kisses and praise for taking such good care of him when he was feeling sad.

You spend the rest of the morning tucked up with him in bed, and the worries of the night before have long gone....

[dollvied]

Fic ideas? You posted but I was too shy to actually write under the post AHHH

Yandere Milkman Gojo?

Getou Demon x Reader who thought it would be funny to summon something out of a cursed book BUT didn't expect it to actually work

Like Snow-white inspired: Hunter Gojo x "Snow-white" reader

Slasher Getou X Final "Girl" reader

Anyways I couldn't think of more, have fun writing!!

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑲 ៵ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

✦ summary . . . your husband is acting weird

✦ characters . . . yandere ! doppelganger ! milkman ! gojo x wife ! reader

✦ warnings . . . chubby reader in mind , use of " y/n " , uhh gore , blood , killing , people gossiping , kinda inspired by analog horrors , murder case , inaccurate breaking news script , not proofread

✦ notes . . . this js my first post and this one gets boring at the end cus i was rushing , it didnt turn out as i planned it to be :// this is kinda inspired by this post and i thoughg it would be funny lolol anw enjoy ! ! ! 💕💕

───YOUR HUSBAND is acting weird.

ever since he got hired as delivering milk, he‘s been acting strange, such as — looking at you for a longer time, going home later than usual, and in the morning you would always wake up with him just . . . staring at you.

you‘re not sure what it is about him (other than his behaviors), you‘re not sure if his eyes gets bigger and bigger with the more he stare at you, or when his eyes glows in the dark (you couldn‘t count with how many times you got heart attack when you woke up with him staring at you in the dark at your closet).

or maybe when you saw him glaring into another man who‘s looking at you for too long for his likings . . . but as soon as you looked back at him, his expression changes into his usual smile to you. whenever you bring it up, he always waves it off, “you‘re just imagining it, darling.” is what he would say to you.

and like a good wife, you trust him. of course you would trust him, why wouldn‘t you?

it was around 11:02 pm, you were currently waiting for your husband to arrive soon. usually he would be home at 10:30, but nowadays he arrived at 11:00. the dinner that you made for him was now cold, even though you covered it with the food cover.

after two minutes of ads on your television ended, a news came up on the screen;

“breaking news! a 22 year old harada kyou was found missing. her husband reported that she was gone since morning.” said the man in grey suit, pausing before passing the speech to the said woman’s husband. “i tried contacting her but she didn‘t respond to me. i called her family and friends to know if she’s with them, but unfortunately she’s not with them. she‘s been gone since this morning, when she promised to go home at 5:00 after going to supermarket.” the man continued his story, but you weren‘t paying any attention to that.

instead, you were trying to analyze the woman in the screen. she looks familiar, you thought. but after connecting the dots, you finally recognize her! she was your neighbor. you and her don‘t always talk, but whenever you guys would bump each other, you both would have a small talk before going to your destination.

your thoughts were interrupted when a bell on your door rang and you turned to see him. “hey darling!” he came up to you. you stood up and grabbed his face, planting a gentle and loving kiss on your husband‘s cheek. “welcome home, baby. how was your day?” satoru put his hand on your plushy waist, “it was okay, couldn‘t wait for the curry chicken!” he joked.

“don‘t worry sweetheart, this is a different type of milk! a scarlet milk . . — anyways, i‘m goin’ shower.” he says, but not before kissing your nose and let go of your waist. you stood there, just thinking whether you should trust him or not, especially with him covered in scarlet milk. then, the television spoke again, catching your attention.

you chuckled, but it died down when you noticed the huge red spot on his shirt (that you somehow didn’t notice). you were slightly hoping it wasn‘t something you think it was. “‘toru . . . what’s this red stuff on your uniform?”

“if you see a doppelganger, please immediately contact D.D.D. thank you.” and with that, the news continues with another speech.

your husband is weird, he act like he‘s not worried about the death of your neighbor.

“the neighbor beside us went missing? well that‘s unfortunate.”

“miss tagawa went missing? that‘s sad.”

“the girl who goes to the café all the time was found dead? damn, anyways!”

it‘s like your husband didn‘t care about the people, only caring about you. he laughs it off when you inform him about the concern death of your neighbor, as if it wasn‘t something he needs to worry about.

but still, you love him no matter what. even when he watches you from the dark, growing taller and taller.

“i‘m so sorry! please don‘t kill me—” the woman chokes on the sobs, when the creature grabs her by the hair. the wide blue eyes tells her not to mess with him, let alone his wife. “heard you were talking about my wife, mind to repeat?”

the hand that was pulling her hair is now strangling the woman. “i‘m sorry . . ! i promise not to do it aga—” her throat was slit by the sharp nails. he rapidly stabs the woman until satisfied. her body is then separated and was thrown in a lake, hoping someone to see them.

he then morphed into your husband, with blood on his uniform. he got a text from you, which read;

wife ❤

hi toru ❤ i got a curry chicken tonight

was wondering if you would like some sardine?

sent at 7:28 pm

he chuckled at his wife’s text, before replying

me

of course darling

i‘ll eat any food you cook

sent at 7:28

wife ❤

awww ❤🥺 thats so sweet baby

hope u like the lunch btw <3

sent at 7:29

you reacted their message "❤"

his smile dropped when he heard a footstep, he quickly sprinted and hid behind a tree. it was a policeman, he was patrolling the area that satoru killed the woman previously. he hid behind the tall tree and waited for the perfect moment. without hesitation, he opened his mouth, widely enough to eat the man.

he then walk on the road, looking for victims to kill, specifically, your neighbors. the one who gossiped about you the other day.

as satoru left the elevator, there was five women in a group, the were whispering. he usually ignores them, but then he heard your name in their conversation.

“i heard that gojo‘s wife has no job! how pathetic!” said the woman. “and not only that, but her husband has to work everyday! how sad, i could never.” the old lady said, snickering. “all she does is stay at home cooks for her husband a cold meal! i bet her husband didn‘t care about her.” the two other women nodded, agreeing at the so-called captain.

satoru‘s hand were tight, balled up into a fist. no such person should talk about you like that, never. he ignored the way his palm was bleeding. he ignored the urge to just slit off their throat and started to walk. he could hear them hushing each other when they saw him walking past the group, eyeing the man.

disgusting, he thinks. only y/n belongs to me, he thinks again, heart fluttering at the thought of you.

[fcthots]

Heyy! i hope you're having a wonderful day today let's start with that! <3 Soo I know many people find the Jason Todd friends with benefits au hot but personally...I CAN'T. My softy self will cry of jealousy so hard because of the no strings attached thingy. I couldn’t help imagine reader and Jason in that situation (hope this is understandable its my first ask and im still working on my english!) Love your writings and please don't feel pressured to write if you're not feeling up to it!

no bc i have been thinking about this and IEDJFHNEIJF i have opinions. There is only ONE (1) correct way to do fwb w jason and it is ANGST.

You're both hopelessly in love with each other. You both know it, but you can't be everything you want to be. You can't have the one thing you want most, but this will just have to be enough.

His eyes always linger on you. No matter what you're doing. It's like he gets drunk on just watching you move. He'll sit on your couch after he swore he'd stop coming over. He watches you wash dishes and wipe down the counters. He twitches every time you move as if he wants to stop you, as if he wants to do it for or with you, anything for you to not do it by yourself, but he doesn't get up, only watches. Watches you like you're a deity and he is your most devout follower. Watches you with so much adoration that you swear he's in love with you, but he'll be gone before you wake up, and you'll fall asleep to him saying "we can't do this again," but he'll come back. He'd come back in a hurricane, tornado, earthquake, anything to see your face. You swear he's in love with you, but then he'll say he doesn't want to see you again, even if you know he'll come back. You tell yourself that wanting and needing are different things. He doesn't want to need you. You try and tell yourself he loves you, but he makes sure to tell you he doesn't.

You take him back every time. You take him back like he didn't leave you in the middle of the night. Take him back like he didn't say that it was the last time. You take him back like you actually want him. He'll let himself believe it, because he wants you so bad, but he can never let you know that. He needs you like a drowning man needs air, but he cannot have you. He cannot keep you, but how is he supposed to tell you that? Sometimes when he slips in through your window soaked with rainwater and you wrap his towel snug around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair, and he swears you love him too, but it's better if you don't so he lets himself believe it. He lets himself believe you don't love him the way he loves you, so he can pretend he isn't killing you when he leaves before dawn. He knows he has to leave. He has to keep you safe. Safe from the world. Safe from him. He'll only break your heart if you let him keep it, but he breaks it every time he puts it down to leave.

He's in love with you, but protecting you comes first even if it only hurts you both more. You will take anything he'll give you. You undo each other. You lay yourselves bare for only the other person to see. It only hurts you, but you can't stop. You can't stop because it's too much, but not enough. It is all you have and ruining what you have. You hate each other for it. You love each other. You scream his name every night. Sometimes he draws it out of you, and other nights you scream it into the sky with tears in your eyes. You will never forgive each other. There is nothing to forgive. The poison tastes sweet when it comes from your lover's hand.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Phil's/ Jamie's freckles on his chest! I've nothing profound to say about them but I love his little freckles on his chest and I feel like we all need to think about them more

Well, mission accomplished, sweet nonny, because I sure am thinking about them now! It's good. XD

And I'm don't even have any strong feelings on freckles in general? But these ones make such gorgerous and intriguing little lines, particlarly on his left pec and just under it, and it makes me think of constellations and how nice it'd be to trace them...

Mm. I'd like to imagine Keeley doing just that, actually. She's halfway draped over Jamie one evening in bed, idly running her finger over his chest, tracing the patterns as she and Jamie takes turns suggesting increasinly ridiculous names for the perceived shapes.

On Jamie's other side, leaning against the headboard with a book in his lap, Roy rolls his eyes (but fondly like) and mutters something about how being so obsessed with your own body that you name your fucking freckles is exactly the sort of shit he expects from Jamie.

”You're just jealous 'cause no one can see your freckles under that dead badger you've glued to your chest,” Jamie says smugly.

”Oi,” Keeley pokes him in the side, making him squeal a giggle with the way it tickles. ”Be nice to Roy. Or I'm calling this one 'flaccid aubergine'.”

”The fuck does that even mean?” Jamie complains, but there's no real whine in his voice, just as there was no real admonition in Keeley's, or real bite in Roy's.

”Means you should put that pretty mouth to better use and kiss me,” Keeley says, winking at Roy, and Jamie is never slow to oblige, is he? Once Keeley's had her kiss Jamie shifts slightly and reaches out to pull Roy in for one too, just for good measure, and then him and Keeley turn their attention back to the freckles.

(Roy eventually joins in, deliberatedly suggesting very, very dull names because he knows that this offends Jamie far more than any outragesly rude ones ever could.)

(Roy wouldn't ever, not even under pain of death, admit to the fact that he, too, finds it soothing to occasionally put his head on Jamie's shoulder and idly trace the freckles while Jamie pets his hair.)

(Neither Jamie nor Keeley ever calls him on it.)

[lovedazai]

Hopping back on oblivious!reader x lovesick!Dazai thing

I just imagine him helping you at the ADA only for you to smile and say something like “you’re such a great friend 😊😊”

When you walk away, man literally falls to his knees, whining as Yosano laughs at him and Atsushi tries to hype him up lmao. The ADA definitely has a bet of how long it’ll take you to figure out he loves you.

hope you had a good day :)

- 🦋

its even worse if ur usually such a good detective but u absolutely fail when it comes to him trying to flirt w u :( poor little guy

but nonnie !! what ab when u accidentally flirt with him? like innocently tucking his bangs back when they fall a little too close to his eyes & being confused when he freezes completely, not even realizing ur driving him crazy (づ៸៸៸◟)

[lovings4turn]

George practicing telling you he loves you while you're a asleep. "I love you so much, I cannot even get my thoughts in order to tell you. That's why I'm practicing. I want to marry you, I'm going to marry you, I've never been more sure of any decision ever. Every day feels so beautiful by your side, everything feels more vibrant and more peaceful. We'll be the best of friends and never part. I probably shouldn't include that when I tell you. Too soon, right? See, that's why I need to rehearse. Probably also shouldn't include that I'm obsessed with you and can recognize you by the sound of your footsteps."

nonnie babe ... i will explode thinking about this actually ??? because this is SUCH a george thing to do , too ?

like , he always wants everything to be perfect , always has and always will , especially when it pertains to you . and something as serious as this ?? it cannot go wrong , no way . so sure , maybe he practices what he's gonna say when you're asleep , sue him . and yeah , maybe there's been a few close calls , where you've stirred a little too much and george has to promptly clamp his mouth shut . but it's all worth it . cause one day , he'll be able to say it out loud

[rockingrobin69]

Trick or Treat!! 👀👀

(I drew you a picture but it doesn’t go on anonymous 😭 — I’m sorry but I’m a coward lol)

You got a treat! Fic first, rant later.

morning-slow

Dishes in the sink from last night’s dinner and pink on his cheeks from the stubbly goodbye. Both cheeks: Harry insisted on kissing each one, slowly, green-green eyes too close and too… that, this thing that he did. Like sighing when Draco woke up and gently herding him to bed (go to sleep, love, it’s too early). Smiling when he slunk back, blanket still wrapped around his waist: and wrapping him again in his arms, in kisses, in silly thing and hey, that’s my tea! Giving up and making Draco a cup of his own, the whole world sleep-blurry and Harry-warm, the not-quite-morning quiet around them.

They sat there in steamy silence, only their teas and them awake, and Harry, grinning, couldn’t stop looking up from his notes. When Draco asked what? in a tone too gravelly for irritation, Harry just shrugged. Took his hand and threaded their fingers together. It was Draco’s left and Harry’s right, meaning neither of them could do anything now, and still they were smiling like idiots. Sitting there and just—sitting there.

The sound that came out of him when Harry sighed, when he got up (his hand still in Draco’s), a terrible thing. Scraped his throat and hurt his chest. Harry chewed on his bottom lip, too dear and too sweet, and bent down to kiss the top of his head. Hey, he said, and when Draco stubbornly refused, took his chin. Hello, love.

The humph! he was trying for came out somehow soft, a question. Harry came closer, nose-to-nose. With his eyes that did that thing they always… with affection so thick he could lick it.

Harry kissed his cheek, then the other. Kissed the tip of his nose. Kissed his forehead and his eyebrow and his chin. And Draco laughed, squirming at the ticklish attack, trying to rub himself harder on Harry’s stubble for some silly reason his not-awake mind could not yet determine. Unprepared and undone, so early in the day. Not a day. Just them, just this.

Be good, Harry smiled, with another scratchy kiss, then freed himself from the not-entirely-intentional grip of Draco’s hand. I’ll see you tonight?

That he phrased it a question was probably habit, unintentional. Still Draco found it in himself to roll his eyes, to look up with a flutter of eyelashes and tuck his head under Harry’s arm, on his soft belly. Yes, annoyed and also not, of course, git.

And now it was him and the dishes. And a day, not a day yet, which will eventually turn into night. And more of—this, Draco imagined: a lot more and then some.

Nonnie you drew me something?? WHAT?? What?? How can I see it? Tumblr friends please help how can nonnie send me the picture anonymously?

[sarahsmi13s]

Can I request a slider home for the holidays mood board? I feel like he would be the kind to surprise you, he somehow convinced a superior to give him a couple days off for Christmas so he could come home. He would be the sweetest.

hey nonny darling! thank you for celebrating with me! 🥰

|| sliding home for christmas ||

time together as a family is a gift

You and your children hadn't expected Ron to be home for Christmas. He wasn't due to come home until after the new year. So, imagine the surprise of you hearing your twin sons and your daughter squealing "Daddy!" while playing outside. You immediately picked up your 18 month old boy from his playpen and waddled as fast as you could with your 7 month belly to get outside and see if it was true. That your husband was home. And sure enough, there he was. In his tall, goofy glory, still in his flight suit, with your children climbing him like a jungle gym. Was he home from being in the middle of the ocean early? Yeah, yeah he was. But you weren't going to question it. You were just happy to have your Ronnie back.

thank you again for celebrating with me nonny darling! i hope you like it! love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

[silky-silks]

Local Mermaid Gremlin Roasted by Puppets.

A unusual Nonny appears in the kitchen of Poppy, prompting Eddie, who was originally delivering mail, to enter inside to help her out.

Reports say what they saw was unbelievable. Please subscribe for more information from your local news channel

@partycoffin// characters Poppy and Eddie

Nonny (Bubble Guppies)

Design (by me for Nonny)

[blindmagdalena]

Not me daydreaming about getting to sit on Homelander's lap. Because you know if he isn't resting his head on yours and having you running your fingers through his hair, you will be on HIS lap because he likes having you so close by, keeping him warm and showing off to other people just who you belong to. It feeds into his ego tremendously.

It'd be insufferable if it weren't so endearing. It's pretty much the rule; if you try to sit near him, you're getting pulled into his lap before your butt ever touches chair. Hell, he will walk into a room and mid sentence lift you up out of your chair, sit on that same chair with you in his lap, and keep talking all the while, like it's nothing at all. Not only is it an ego boost for him, it grounds him. He'll bury his face in the crook of your neck and breathe in deep. He'll rest his chin on your shoulder while he reads documents. It soothes him as much as it pleases him.

[buckgasms]

Hello!✨ I know I've already requested but I was wondering that if I can do at least another request, if not that's completely okay. But currently I'm sick and I get cranky when sick so I was wondering if you'd do something, even short. With alpha Bucky and sick omega female reader? Please feel free to ignore my request. Again, I loved the one you did for me with Mafia/Alpha Bucky X reader and the nest. I really love your writing and so it'll mean a lot but please don't overwork yourself. Again feel free to ignore me if you don't want to or can't. Keep up the good work! ✨

My angel!!!! Please don't apologise! Nonnie's and asks are always welcome here, especially when you bring good stuff like this. It might take me a while, but I will get round to it 💛

I'm sorry you were feeling poorly, I hope you are feeling much better now! Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy it! ✨

You woke up with a stuffy head, as if it was packed with cotton wool and every muscle in your body hurt. You were wrapped up in your nest, a blanket tucked up under your chin and your favourite teddy in your arms. The night before you were coming down with a cold but today it clearly had hit you with a vengeance.

Luckily you had the most amazing and intense alpha of all time and he was going to fight your cold on your behalf. You're little moans alerted him to you waking up and he was on you already.

"Easy little omega, take it easy" he cooed as you try to sit up. He guided you upwards and pressed a glass of cold water into your hands. As well as a couple of pills to keep the pain at bay. As you sip he presses his big hand on your cheeks and forehead.

"Tell me know you feel sweetness?" He says as you groan. "Tired and everything hurts" you pout, voice stuffy with flu. "Can't smell you alpha" you whine and he takes the glass from you hand and places it on the side before rolling over you and pulling you into his arms. He presses his lips to your scent gland and licks, sucks and kisses.

An instant warmth spreads over your body, tingles travelling from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and you whine in a more pleased way than before. You briefly untuck yourself from the blankets and climb onto Bucky before wrapping yourself and him up again.

"Do it again please" you whisper, pressing your face into his neck and chest clinging to any scent of his that slips through. He chuckles, a deep rumble that soothes your soul. He presses more kisses and licks to your sensitive neck and you cling to his body as your muscles relax and your eyes close in heady relief.

"Alpha, I don't wanna be sick" you groan, voice muffled by his skin against your lips. He wraps his arms round tighter and sucks a little harder before releasing with a pop. "I know my beautiful Omega, but I'm gonna help you feel better, I promise."

🤒

He spends the day keeping you fed and watered, rubbing your sore limbs and satisfying your omega needs. He lets you latch on to his fingers for comfort, you even have a nap with your head in resting on his thighs because his scent is much stronger in that region and it makes you less edgy and allows you some more sleep. You try to encourage some other activities but he is firm with his no.

"But Alpha! Orgasms make headaches go away!! And Alpha knots make Omegas feel really happy!" He chuckles as you hold back a sneeze and strokes soothing hands through your hair. "Well when you're feeling better Omega, you can have it all you want, but not today sweetness." You pout until he distracts you with kisses and cuddles, along with the promise of what will come later.

🤒

By the end of the day you are a bit better, and he lets you take a nice shower while he changes the bed. When you come out you feel refreshed and you giggle with happiness when he puts his t-shirt on you, so your fresh clean skin is already scented with him. You take your time to rearrange the nest correctly, with Bucky doing much of the 'heavy lifting', like moving blankets and cushions to the right place and finding space for your bear. Eventually, once you feel satisfied you climb back in with Bucky.

"You take such good care of me Alpha" you sigh as you close your eyes and sniffle, still feeling a little worse for wear but happy none the less. His fingers rub circles into your body, following the sounds of your satisfaction as he moves around gently.

"Anything for you my beautiful Omega"

[thesilliestofgals]

Alright so I FINALLY got the motivation to post this: now sit back and buckle in, because

The Rosabella Beast and Blondie Lockes Sequel Arc: Part 1

(Addendum: If you're new, please read this post, which is the first arc before this one!)

This sequel arc takes place either immediately after or awhile after the Blog Takedown Arc. Daring notices that RB and Blondie don't seem to really... have any friends- in fact, they don't even seem to friends with each other. So, he talks to RB about it. RB is quick to remind him of her trust issues, and the fact that the students don't even seem to like her- why should she step out of her comfort zone if she's just going to be back in it? She's happy just being with Daring... and Blondie- she struggles to admit that, but with some prodding from Daring, she does.

Daring is left.. perturbed and worried. Yes, he's already a fantastic friend, and he'd be more than happy to be her's and Blondie's only one, but... he knows that isn't healthy. Thankfully, he gets a solution to his dilemma: his dear sister Darling is having a get together with some of her own friends- a hexcellent opportunity for the two to open up! With some help from Dexter, he convinces Darling to invite the two.

Through grumbles of "hex this", and "major fairy-fall", they reluctantly attend. They quickly find out that perhaps Daring is wrong about this being a "hexcellent opportunity", because when they walk into the room, Duchess, along with Raven, Apple, Duchess, Ashlynn, Cerise, and Briar (number of people subject to change) are there. The same girls who'd been trying to figure out who the blog runners were. Hex it all.

Because of RB's already established "Beauty" persona, she has an easy chatting the others up, much better than Blondie does... for awhile. Then Cedar comes by to visit, and then the air... changes. RB's smile seems... forced. Her eyes, usually wide and bright, are now narrowed, the light sharper, more dangerous, like a predator's. It's... off-putting, even for Blondie. She's seem RB angry before- like when she discovered a particularly disgusting secret, or like when they found out about the blog being investigated, but this anger... it was different- it wasn't anger- it's hatred. A visceral loathing. And that scares the rookie reporter.

Eventually, the conversation circles towards in on the blog. Everyone voices how relieved they are that it's no longer up. Cedar mentions that she's glad, too- sometimes, secrets are secrets for a reason- for better or worse.

RB snorts, and that metaphorical mask is ripped right off her face. That's rich, she blurts out, sneering, coming from you. Everyone's shocked. They've never seen RB with such unnatural features- an angry snarl, eyes dark, her voice sharp like broken glass. Cedar wonders aloud if RB is referring to her truth curse. RB barks out a bitter laugh. She really doesn't remember? Of course she doesn't.

The air is becoming thick with tension. Blondie looks like she's about to make an emergency exit via the window. RB can feel an all too familiar feeling under her skin. Just like whenever she was writing a new callout post, the beast wants out.

She asks Cedar if she really doesn't remember- or if she's playing dumb to save face. Everyone is too stunned to come to Cedar's defense. In a quick movement, Rosabella's Beast form is on full display. She gets right Cedar's face.

Does this ring any bells?

The room goes dead quiet. The air is suffocating. RB looms over the wooden girl. Her mouth is wide in a saccharine, hysterical smile, filled with sharp fangs and teeth. Her claws tearing right through the fabric of Cedar's dress and digging into the wood of her shoulders, leaving indents.

Look at me, Cedar. Look at me, and try to tell me you don't remember.

The silence is disturbed as Cedar lifts her head, just a fraction to meet RB's eyes.

Finally, the puppet girl speaks. Please, stop, she pleads, her voice just above a whisper, you're scaring me.

RB stops. She stares for a moment. Something flickers behind that veil of loathing and rage in her eyes. She releases Cedar, takes a few steps back, and darts out of the room.

End of Part 1.

[seijorhi]

I have to talk about Imitation cause it's so amazing but heartbreaking at the same time. I feel so bad for the original girl, the subtle hints that she was also kidnapped and it's a bit sad that she never wanted this life and in the end it took away her life :( i can't even imagine how scared she must've been (kidnapped and forced to carry a her kidnapper's baby) only so that in the end he wouldn't even take her to a hospital.

every now and then i do have the urge to go back and write a prequel of sorts with kuroo and his first (and only) love. except it only ends with her dying and the death of their baby, and heartbreak and angst and anguish so idk even for me that might be a biiiiit much

but yeah, poor darling girl didn't go gentle into that good night :c

[st4rd0lly]

Heyyy :3 What about Dazai with his s/o being Oda’s younger sibling, Which basically looks like him and has like the same personality as him

hmmmm !!! i think this would be really interesting to see, i think depending on when dazai met you then it depends on how he treats you. if you get what i’m saying ? if dazai met you before oda died, i think he wouldn’t have a hard time distinguishing the two of you separately in terms of personality and feeling but if you met AFTER, then i think he would have a hard time separating you as a person from his view of oda

[vaguely-yandere]

WAAAH IM SO SORRY FOR SPAMMING YOU 24/7 BUT SENSITIVE YAN HAS MY HEART SOUL AND MIND

Like—

Imagine a darling in uni who’s super artistic and spiritual, like crystals, pottery, poetry, painting, yoga, and meditation, and super friendly. But nobody really hangs out with them since they’re kinda an odd duck. They don’t fit in with any cliques- but that’s okay! Plants can replace friends, easy.

And poor sensitive yan shares a dorm with a them. Queue the first day, artsy darling just moved in, they knock on sensitive yan’s door.

“Hello! I’m your new dormmate. Here, I made this for you!”

They hold out a bunch of some homemade stuff, may it be cookies or something else. Yan’s face reddens as they whimper, trying so, so hard not to make a reaction. (It doesn’t work.)

Slowly, they reach their hand to accept the gift. Darling’s fingers brush theirs and they have to stifle a loud moan, their eyes grow like saucers and they yank their hand back and slam the door. The next time they’re seen, different pants are worn.

Or better yet, artsy darling wakes up early in the morning to work out in the living room. Sensitive yan gets to watch them from the safety of their room. They’re entranced by how fluid every movement is, by the small beads of sweat from their brow, by the soft grunts that sound almost lewd if sensitive yan focuses hard enough. There’s already wet spots in their pants from the multiple orgasms that happen every time the racing thoughts circle back to darling.

Omg, what about the pottery thing? Darling gives yan their number and through tons of messages, yan somehow finds themself learning pottery. Alone. With darling. It’s so hard for them. Darling touched that clay! It’s indirect hand-holding!!

Eventually, darling realizes that yan is having difficulty shaping the clay. Ignoring yan’s panicked and erratic breathing, they place their hands on top of yan’s and huddle closer. Yan squirms, moans, and tenses up, catching the attention of darling. Yan lets their hands fall with wide eyes and looks over at darling. They’re looking back equally surprised, but tbh kinda into it. Yes they playfully tease from so forth, like wearing revealing clothes while working out or showering with the door really wide open and the curtains not closed <3

-Sincerely, nonnie

THATS MY FUKIN JAM BABYYYYY!!!!!!!

eccentric darling who knows what theyre doing when they walk around the apartment in just their underwear, when they barely wear anything while working out (and pretend not to notice when theyre sweaty clothes go missing), who go to shower afterwards and leave the door open and the curtains as well, washing the sweat off of their tired body and well, while theyre there, they might as well relieve a different type of tension by masturbating, loud and obvious, moaning and panting with sensitive yan just on the other side of the door, desperately trying to keep their eyes from crossing so they can fully appreciate their darlings beauty. darling will find any excuse to touch or tease yan, smirking when they shudder or involuntarily moan out loud.

the idea of darling touching themselves and/or using toys with their bedroom door open, pretending to be completely unaware that yan is watching them like a fucking hawk is just so hot!! i love this idea so much!!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

For an unlikely pairing Beard/ Jamie

“So, uh, no offense or anthing, mate, but you’re, like, weird, right?”

And Willis looks up to consider Jamie Tartt’s guardedly nonchalant face, quitely assessing the fidgeting hands, the flickering eyes, and the hope barely contained in them.

“I am weird,” he agrees carefully, putting his book aside as he swivels his chair to face Jamie fully. “Weird enough to find a way to seduce anyone, even, say… Roy Kent.” He lets that linger for a bit, let’s Jamie taste all the promise of that for a bit, before adding, “Would you like me to teach you?”