#thank you for letting me indulge in them once again 😭

[crystallizsch]

Hello Ian! ♡

Can I get 💬 for Yuuna and Riddle please? (I was tempted to say Ace or Deuce but I think Riddle would be more interesting!)

I know I've told you this before but I love Yuuna, and I can't wait to see more content for them!! ♡ (I love Yuusha too though!!)

Thank you! ♡

AHH HI HI thank you for the ask sheep!! 💕💕 (ask game here!)

GHSKDLFJ yeah adeuce is really obvious 😭 (but im still not against getting asks for them if anyone else is interested)

and actually!! i have something for yuuna and riddle so this is a really good excuse to actually show some of their dynamic :D

Yuuna & Riddle ━━━━━━✦

🌹: What kind of books do you like, Prefect?

🩷: I... I don't know. I don't read that often to know. Why are you asking?

The Heartslabyul Housewarden looked at the Ramshackle Prefect with disbelief and sighed.

🌹: ...That explains your slightly below average grades. I'm asking because I want to recommend you a leisurely book to read.

🩷: Oh, is that why you invited me to the library?

🌹: Of course. You're a frien– I mean – you're essentially an honorary Heartslabyul member, funnily enough. You're always at our Unbirthday parties after all. Additionally, if you get into the habit of reading, maybe those habits will rub off on Ace, Deuce, and Grim considering how close you all are together– –Ah, there it is.

A familiar book on the shelf caught Riddle's eye and went to get it for Yuuna.

🩷: Ooh, it has a cute cover. What is it about?

🌹: It's a really condensed-down version of a history of Twisted Wonderland. It's written for children. I think you'd like it, Prefect.

🩷: Th-thanks...?

Despite the implication of choosing this book for them, Yuuna still smiled sweetly at Riddle.

🩷: I appreciate the thought.

Their hands brushed against one another as Riddle handed the book over to Yuuna. Even if they both wore gloves for their school uniforms, that fleeting touch caused a slight jolting sensation throughout Riddle.

On top of that incredibly kind smile on the prefect's face, Riddle felt emotions that felt very new. Was it embarrassment? Awkwardness? Whatever it was, it felt unbecoming of him. He tried to shake it off, but the feeling persisted.

As his cheeks started to turn warm. Riddle couldn't help but wonder if he was coming down with something, but deep down, he knew that wasn't the case.

🌹: Ahem. In any case, finish reading the book as soon as possible and don't delay it any further.

[aluciahaz]

may i just say that your character writing is AMAZING! i honestly don’t check up on your blog a lot but when i do i’m left SHAKING because your shit is soooo hot.

Anyways i humbly come requesting mommy kink with vox because you know i’m all about that. he’s so desperate for validation and scared of rejection i feel like he’d be weeping at a domme mommy type reader. Anyways, do what you want with this!

once again i love your work! sincerely, bimbo <3

oh my god it's one of my favorite writers on tumblr🦅 thank you so much for the compliment it means a lot 😭 also i loved writing this ive desperately needed more vox asks! hope you enjoy! (kinda went ham on metaphors 💀 mb)

greed never stops

—vox x f!reader

—includes: overstim, tons of crying, begging, light bondage

vox was a walking, living(?) juxtaposition.

he’ll go barking orders to his subordinates, control most situations with smooth, quick thinking, and command his business with an iron fist.

but with you, the other side of his screen is on full display. his vulnerable, attention-desperate, failure-fearful self. you’ve seen it enough times to notice how it seeps into his daily life. how his control is really just a mechanism to take hold of his vulnerability, hiding it behind a mess of steel wires to make anyone who would try and reach it get tangled in its grasp.

but the moments he lets you untangle his facade, allowing you to see his true self, he feels free. even if most of the time it was during more intimate moments in the night. it was where he could truly indulge in his unfamiliar desires, crying and begging for the validation he was always seeking.

and you were the one he needed it from.

your praise was one of the highest in the hierarchy of compliments, making him feel like he was burning up, frying his brain in a way that made him feel like he’s short-circuited, but the feeling of fuzziness was intoxicating. he could never give up the taste of your compliments.

“come on, aren’t you a good boy? you can hold out for a little longer.”

those words were like rich liquor, and vox was an eager drinker. it swirled his thoughts into a never-ending spiral, and he could only cry in response as you touched his face with a gentleness that rivals an angel’s.

“b-but, mommy—!” he sobs as your fingers drive into him for what seems the thousandth time, his voice module starting to struggle as he tries to speak.

“oh?” you raise your eyebrow, feigning shock before narrowing your eyes, pressing him further down the sheets in disdain. is he still being ungrateful?

“but what, huh? don’t tell me you need more already! you’re such a greedy fucking slut,” you spit out, watching his eyes shoot open from the whiplash of your cruel words. “maybe i should stop—,”

“NO! nono, please! no! i’m sorry—!” he keens as your fingers slowly start to slip out of him, the sound so indecent it makes him shiver.

he pushes his hips up into your hand, trying to follow them only for your other hand to shove his hips back down on the sheets, your fingers twisting nearly all the way out before ramming back in, curling in wickedly that seems to shut him up briefly as he catches a breath that ran away.

vox weeps, unable to do anything else as his claws rip into the mattress, his legs shake and tremble as though they weren’t practically crushing you before. he seems so fragile at this moment, yet you knew he could take much more.

he just didn’t deserve it.

he whines and screams at your touch, tears starting to fall down his pretty little face as the small amount of dignity he had seems to get lost, overrun by your torturous fingers and unyielding pleasure that shoots through his body like a current.

“mommy—ha—please jus—zz—t fuck me, oh, god!” his head drops back down onto the pillows as your fingers wrap around his weeping cock, making his back arch as he sobs out noncoherent pleads. it’s beautifully pathetic.

his legs, weak and feeble, were strewn across the bed with previous markings trailing up his inner thigh, his neck even more decorated with a necklace of red, the glimmer of sweat that covers his whole body making those bites shine similar to crude rubies.

his hands, now tied with his own wires behind the bed (he charges there before he goes to sleep) were sullied with crimson from the tightness of the metal around his wrist, but not as bright crimson as his eyes, which flashed with bright red hearts intermittently. it was always a pleasant surprise, and a sign that he fucking loved this. no matter how much he complained at the start, his eyes spoke the truth.

which is why now, as you replace your fingers with his favorite strap, you know he’s absolutely overjoyed as those beating hearts seem to overtake his pupils once more, pulsating with a hypnotizing spiral.

“finally—! oh—zzz—FUCK!” his last word is practically inaudible with the airiness in his voice, his tone starting to distort, yet, your pace was slow. shallow, even. tears of frustration started to form at the ends of his eyes, his whines more pitiful as he tries to fuck himself back on your strap, only to be stopped by your sturdy grip on his hips.

“what do you say, vox?“ you asked, irritation slipping into your voice. how could he still be so ungrateful? but, he catches on fast, looking up at you with round, glossy eyes.

“thank you! thank—thank you, mommy!” he stumbles out before you switch up your pace instantly, brutally ramming into him just how he likes it. it makes him unable to fathom he could have been known to be anything but yours, surrendering his well-built persona to you. all of it, for your praise.

“such a good boy.”

those words were priceless, but he always ends up trying to buy them with obedience. and even though he’s successfully checked out with such praise, they still have the same effect on him every time.

he shudders and wails with ruined pitch, his screen flickering in and out of error messages and his lovely expression as he gets his reward. there was just something so satisfying about earning your praise.

sure, he can buy pretty much anything, and yes, he can get people to kneel at his feet, but he can’t cry without shame, or indulge in his true desires of being completely wrecked with soft words and fast hips with anyone. no, it could only be you. and even if he practically has everything under his hands, he will always be greedy for your affection, begging, screaming for a chance to have it set his whole body ablaze with its foreign warm feeling.

it makes him lost. no matter how much intelligence vox has, he always finds himself unable to search his way out of the feeling of pure lust overtaking his senses when you fuck him with abandon, his need to keep face seemingly never being there in the first place as tears make him short-circuit, and pleads for you to never stop. he doesn’t want to leave this labyrinth of carnality. he wants to stay lost in it forever.

it’s why even after he cums with a high-pitch sob so loud you thought his volume module broke, he kept weeping incoherently as the lights flicker in the room, his legs practically numb. and finally, he looks up at you, sniffling and choking on his words he’ll pretend to regret the next morning.

“m-more. please, mommy—! AH!” his whole body jolts as you heed his wishes, leaving him to fall back into the pleasure that he craves. he babbles on and on with thank yous and nonsensical sentences, the night seeming to become never-ending even with daybreak inching closer and closer.

vox is unable to speak at the end, and god does everything fucking hurt. his arms ache and his legs are definitely going to be an issue when he has to walk. there are marks all over his skin that will never see the light of day, yet be around for plenty of nights.

but you both know he’ll come back for more. his greed is an unquenchable thirst, and your praise is the only fountain that seems to satiate it, even if only for a little while.

(i totally didnt forget to tag)

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @mvskedxrtist @drlucichen @luciferspetduck

[hitomisuzuya]

YAAAAY YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAIN <3333

okay. imagine, archon!scara who absolutely gives you no breaks during a good time, enjoying the way we sob from overstim and beg for him to slow down but he knows damn well we're enjoying it... bonus if tons of cum because he just cannot wait to get a baby in your already overflowing womb (this got way too self indulgent i am so sorry 😭)

💜non will now exit the stage!! ONCE AGAIN LOVE YOUR WRITING BTWWW

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Overstimulation. Breeding kink.

Allow me to get twice as self indulgent❤️ Thank you very much 🥺

To say that Scaramouche was losing all sense of rationality was an understatement. His cock was squelching perfectly in and out of your sopping cunt that he just couldn't stop. There was an extra drive to his intent tonight.

The intent to breed you.

"I fucking swear I will knock you up, slut," He hissed, loosening his grip on your hips to smack a hand across your ass. He grabbed a handful of your hair, turning your face out of the pillows so you couldn't muffle your moans.

His feverish pace took your breath away, your fingers clawing into the sheets as you pushed back against his cock. His cock kissed into your sweet spot, making you see stars , feeling every pulse dragging along your sensitive walls.

Tears stung your eyes, drool pooling down your cheek and onto the pillow. "My God, Scaramouche, please cum inside me again!" You cried out, barely being able to hold yourself up on your elbows.

"Fuck..What a slut," He moaned, reaching around to caress your stomach. His hips smacked against yours, fueled by thoughts of seeing your belly swollen with his child. He was positive your belly had a pocket from how much cum he'd fucked inside of you already. "I'll make your whore cunt hold it all."

Scaramouche let out a husky laugh as you suddenly creamed on his cock. Your velvety walls squeezing around him made cum rope inside of you. He let out a satisfied groan, his body quivering in bliss seeing his cum seep out around his cock.

Pulling out of you, he flipped you over onto your back. Hastily, he batted your legs apart and crawled between them. Using two fingers, he pushed some cum back up inside of you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

Licking his lips, his tongue swept out to lick lines greedily up and down your ruined hole. Groaning, he latched his lips onto your clit. Your hips jerked up into his mouth, your hands finding the back of his head. "Scara..Scara please..too much.." You whimpered, pushing his mouth down as the ache of overstimulation curled through you.

A broken sob tore from your throat, making him a vibrate a moan on your clit. "Cry louder for me while I fuck you fuller," He took his mouth off your clit, giving it a flick that made your body shake from overstimulation. "Beg some more."

Your near scream of pleasure as he bullied his cock back inside of you was exquisite to him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as you writhed underneath him. "Too much.. please.." You babbled, wrapping a leg around him, "fuck me harder.."

Scaramouche didn't need to be told twice. He stole your lips up in a rough, dominant kiss. He wrestled your tongue easily into submission. He nipped at your lower lip as he pulled away. "Look at my precious girl, too fucked out underneath her Archon to even think," He cooed, swiping his thumb over a tear that fell from your eye.

You sobbed and whimpered in bliss, fueling him to give you what you begging for. How could he not with you looking so delicate and desperate while you sobbed for him?

Scaramouche intertwined his fingers through yours, squeezing them lovingly as he held you down. His hips snapped into yours, his cock throbbing between your overstimulated walls. You only shook more as another orgasm broke over you, making your body fall limp underneath him.

The way you were babbling incoherently about how much you wanted to give him children made more cum rope inside of you. He held your hips still, letting out a long, satisfied moan as more squelched out around his cock.

It was a satisfying thing to see as he pulled out of you. You shivered as his finger circled your clit, scooping some cum on it. "For good measure," He said, pushing his finger into your mouth.

[teddynivvy]

Omgggggg, PLEASEEEE do Ted with a mommy kink!!! The last sub Ted was soooo good, your writing is *chefs kiss*. I’m pretty bad at scenarios, but here’s a gist:

He’s a little embarrassed when it first slips out, but after he figures out you enjoy it too, he just goes crazy.

I’M SORRY, I TOLD YOU I’M SO BAD AT SCENARIOS 😭😭

ok shoutout to the other person who requested this i'm gonna combine them hehehe... thank u for indulging me + the compliment ily <3 (heavy mommy kink!!! afab!reader, nsfw obviously)

it's not that ted isn't used to being a bit of a sub... in fact, he's very used to it.

he's used to being underneath you, your body hanging over his as you push his arms up above his head, forcing them not to touch you. you rock back and forth on his cock, achingly slow, ready to watch him unravel beneath you.

"such a pretty baby," you coo, pulling your body off of his and letting his cock slip out and fall onto his stomach. he winced at the loss of your warmth, begging to for you to slip it back in. but you could see he was close, so overstimulated he was almost crying, cheeks bright pink with need.

"aren't you such a good boy for me teddy," you leaned down to kiss along his neck and chest, reaching between your bodies to use his cock to flick along your clit. not inside, just for your pleasure, but his tip was so sensitive it was making him release sounds he'd never heard himself make before. "you make me feel so good baby, don't you?"

he smiles, goofy and wide at your praise, getting lost in the feeling of your body against his. you popped his cock back into your inviting pussy, sinking down on it, bottoming out as you leaned back on your hands. he had full display of his rock hard length being swallowed up by you, as you began to rise and fall on it once again. his breath hitches, arms coming down to palm at your breasts.

"feels so good," he whines, voice strained as his eyes stay trained on your body in front of him. "you make me feel so good. you're so perfect." he's biting down on his bottom lip as your hands come to his chest, hips bouncing on him now, quicker than before.

"awww, thank you," you smile, rolling your hips against him. "who's my good boy?" he can feel himself getting closer, cock ready to erupt inside of you, but he knows better than to come without permission.

"me," he finally breathes out. his head is hazy with lust, seeing your tits in front of his face and feeling the swell of them in his hands. "me, mommy."

you pause for a second, and ted realizes what's just come out of his mouth. he's somehow gone redder in the face. it's not something you've discussed before, and you can tell he's about to open his mouth to break the tension and apologize, before you reach between your bodies and rub your clit. "say it again."

he's confused, maybe more than before, but the blissed out smile on your face and the way you're riding him faster now is showing him maybe this is alright.

"yes, m-mommy, please," he begs. it's quiet, still unsure, but you've become a moaning mess as your head flops into the soft crook of his neck. his hands came to your ass, broad palms across the cheeks, feeling you grind against him to get yourself off.

"mommy makes me feel so good, please let me fill up mommy's pussy." you smile into his neck and find the strength to pull yourself up, your face inches from his. you begin to feel the white-hot sensation across your thighs, quickening your hips and watching as his eyes screw shut with pleasure.

"you wanna come inside mommy's pussy, baby? you wanna do that?" he nods furiously, surprising himself with how turned on he is. "you've been such a good boy, fill me up baby."

you find yourselves orgasming together, lips crashed into each other as you milk his cock dry and swallow the pathetic moans coming from his mouth, your own spit mixing with his as you ride out your highs. he's gasping for air, the cold rings on his fingers making indents on the plush skin of your hips, not daring to let go even for a second.

when you're able to catch your breath, you find yourself collapsing on top of him, into the crook of his neck. he's kissing your forehead and cheeks, as his hands roam your back and you press soft kisses to the shell of his ear.

he breaks the tension.

"so... i guess we like mommy, huh?"

"yeah. we really like mommy."

[seelestars]

hihi!! so i saw the dan heng meets child fic and really liked it! so may i request something similar with blade? basically blade meeting the child he had previous life (as yingxing) reincarnated, they died before yingxing and were reincarnated, they still have the same genes so they are still blade’s child, blade finds them at xianzhou luofu since jing yuan took them in bc they lost their mother and blade is a stellaron hunter now

➴ ✫ * ✧ BLADE MEETS HIS CHILD !!?

a/n : i debated between posting this or not bcuz I RLLY HATE HOW IT TURNED OUT but i couldn’t just leave this req hanging when i had already finished it so😭

blade couldn’t shake off the familiar feeling when he saw you.

even though he has long forgotten most of his past, he can’t help but feel like he recognizes you.

“..you better not try anything, criminal.” you eyed him suspiciously, one hand on your sword in case anything happened. you were put in charge of watching over blade for his time in the shackling prison. you also felt a sense of strange familiarity around him… one that made you lower your guard a little. he might be familiar, but he’s still capable of many dangerous things, you reminded yourself before tightening your grip on your sword.

once the two of you made it to the cell he was supposed to stay at, you quickly locked it after he got in. you made sure his sword wasn’t on him when you locked him inside, along with any other weapons he may have had. …all of this and you couldn’t help but wonder, why was he so obedient? you’d expect someone like him to put up more of a fight.

what you didn’t know was that blade was currently lost in his own thoughts too. he was desperately trying to remember who you were, and why his heart warmed near you. why did you bring out the fatherly instincts he only ever showed to silver wolf? and even then, he only expressed a fraction of that to silver wolf. he stared into your eyes blankly, as if trying to decode all your secrets. his stare was so intense you felt a little creeped out. it was only when he further observed the sword you wielded when memories flooded his head again.

“happy birthday.” yingxing patted you on the head, a soft smile on his lips as he looked down at you. “hehe~ thank you! sooooo~ since it is my birthday… I expect you to have a gift prepared for me!~” you had a mischievous glint in your innocent eyes as you looked at him expectantly.

yingxing chuckled at your antics, before nodding along. “yes yes, of course. I know you really adore my crafts, so I made a little something for you.” he revealed the sword he had been hiding behind his back. the sword was made out of jade and a bunch of other materials, it was obvious the sword had taken a lot of time and effort.

“woaaah~ this is so beautiful! thank you papa!“ you beamed, your eyes lighting up at the sight of the sword. your hands immediately reached out to grab it, letting out a small ‘oof’ at its weight. “now with this, I’ll be able to have the same swordsmanship skills as miss jingliu!“ you giggled playfully, caressing the tip of the sword to its hilt. “mmm, we’ll see about that.” yingxing laughed, ruffling your hair. he had great faith in the person you’d become one day.

oh. so that’s why your sword looked so familiar.

it was the same sword he had made for you when you were a child.

blade refused to believe it. he refused to believe how you and him once shared a close bond, how you comforted him whenever things went wrong. how sweet you were when you went, “don’t cry, papa! have hope that tomorrow will be a better day!” with a pure smile on your lips.

“…where did you get that sword?” blade asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the familiar sword. he had to admit, you were a spitting image of his past self too, it’s only thanks to his mara that he only remembered who you were just now.

“oh, so you finally spoke, huh?” you scoffed, deciding to indulge his curiosity out of boredom. “this… well. I got it from a blacksmith. they said they found it abandoned, buried deep in the dirt.” you shrugged, not bothering to give more details on the swords origin.

…right. why did blade expect you to tell him it’s real origins? there’s no way you were his child. you died ages ago.

blade remembered the sorrow he felt when you died, and how it felt like it was just yesterday when you had died. the tight hold he had on your weakening body. the tears he shed.

how could you have been so strong through it all when you were younger, more naive than him? how could you weakly wipe away his tears with a smile on your face, still trying to comfort him like you once did.

“have hope tomorrow will be a better day.”

blade didn’t understand why you had chosen those as your last words at the time. he thought you would start crying and rambling on about how you didn’t want to die with the little time you had left. he didn’t even realize how in his eyes, he saw you as fragile and weak.

if you had truly died, why did you look exactly like how he remembered you? except, more mature and grown of course. but he could still see the innocence you had in your eyes, he could still sense your determination, he could sense everything that resembled how you were as a child.

it took him a while to realize tears were rolling down his cheeks. he thought he had gotten rid of all of his emotions the moment he decided to become “blade”. so why, why did he yearn to be with you again?

your words snapped him out of his trance, a worried expression on your face as you spoke. “..hey. you may be a criminal, but I just.. can’t stand seeing someone all emotional. ..is something on your mind? you’re crying.” you spoke awkwardly, not quite knowing how to deal with someone sad in front of you.

blade quickly wiped his tears, not wanting to show any vulnerability in front of you. “im fine.” his words came out harsher than he meant for it to be, his gaze turning sharp again as he looked elsewhere. he tried his best to stop himself from reminiscing over the time he spent with you, instead choosing to think of the plan the stellaron hunters had made to execute on the luofu.

there was an awkward silence between you two, but it was peaceful. somehow.

you got tired from standing around for some time now, plopping down on the floor outside the cell with a relieved sigh. “..so.. not gonna say anything else?” your boredom eventually made you want to learn more about the mysterious man you had behind bars.

“..what is there to say?” blade grumbled, though there was a part of him that wanted to talk to you more. he was never good at socializing and talking though. but he felt strangely drawn to you, having a feeling that you were the reincarnation of his past child he once knew and loved.

you stifled a laugh, finding him amusing. leaning closer against the bars, you decided to lead the conversation for a bit.

“errr.. hmm… what did you even do to end up here anyway? im pretty sure this area is of the highest security. like for the bad bad people.” you asked curiously, subconsciously sticking your fingers through the cell bars.

“…none of your business.” blade eyed you suspiciously when you stuck your fingers through the bars, calming down slightly when he saw how you made no further moves. he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall and staring into space.

of course that was his response, you don’t know why you expected more from him. you had tried to ease the tension between you two with some small talk, except… it didn’t seem to be working that well. you hated how quiet it felt, trying to come up with a solution.

most people knew not to ask you for solutions, knowing how ridiculous they could get at times. so… why didn’t you stop yourself when you started rambling on, as a solution to the silence?

it was always a habit for you to start ranting about things, a habit you desperately tried to change. even now, when you’re talking to someone that could probably end your life at any moment.

before you could properly realize it, you were already running your mouth about some random story that had happened to you. you quickly shut your mouth once you realized what you had done, an embarrassed look on your face.

only to realize… blade was listening to you intently?

blade seemed to have his attention on you, something that puzzled you. “..go on.” he mumbled, his expression unreadable. the odd thing was, he didn’t seem to mind how you were rambling on about something so random. he had even leaned a little closer to you to better hear what you were saying…!

you tried to hide the shock on your face, clearing your throat and continuing to talk about random life stories. you stuttered occasionally whenever you remembered you were causally having a conversation with someone like blade like this. well, could this even count as a conversation? he wasn’t saying much in return..

blade hummed lowly as a response, urging you to continue. he figured you made pretty good background noise, blending in to the world around him as he surrounded himself with his thoughts. he’s not sure why, but he quite likes you. …maybe he’ll ask kafka and the others if he could come see you more often after the mission.

[lightlycareless]

Hiii 🤍

So I got this idea from one of your one-shots, the one where naoya and y/n are doing it in a mission😭

So they are secretly dating in that right ? And I thought about them in highschool AU secretly dating too🤭 And you know her siblings and friends finding out eventually, like I really wanna see naoya and y/n sneaking outttt and those stuff yk, kinda like a forbidden romance 😭

Have a good day 🤍🤍🤍 byeee!

Hellooooooooooo anon hehehe

Thank you for liking that dirty piece of mine 😏 super indulgent, of course. Glad to have it out of my system. (Edit: it said sister, wtf lol)

So anything highschool au related is like my weakness, specially if I get to write things like secretly dating aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyways this is a two part story!!! heheheh Didn't mean to, but after that ending, I just had to. :) I hope you enjoy it!!

warnings: none. au. highschool. Naoya is like maybe super ooc, but he adores you so. 💖 it's only expected. FLUFFFFFFF.

Happy reading!!!

Secretly dating Naoya during high school is naturally filled with clandestine meet ups here and there, made possible by you asking for permission to go the “restroom” in the middle of class, only to head up straight to the designated place of reunion: right around the corner of a distant hallway and beneath the stairs, pulled into a tight embrace as soon as you cross his sight, and subsequentially letting you know how much he missed you and how dreadful it was to be away from you for even one second!

“I missed you too!” you would exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck and attempting to pull him down for a kiss—you always hated how he forced you to stand on your tip toes, all for his seeming enjoyment. “Lean down a bit, I can't kiss you like this!”

But Naoya would only chuckle, letting you struggle a bit more until he finally obliged, taking your lips into another quick kiss before freeing you once again, to meet up later, that is.

“See you for lunch, princess.”

“… Only if you promise to not be mean…”

Naoya laughs.

Even if the two were meant to keep this a secret from the outside world, that didn't stop you from indulging in the things you always wanted to do with him, such as packing an extra box of lunch for him, obviously handmade by you, meeting up at the rooftop of whatever building was empty to have it together, and if he felt in the mood for such, feed him as well.

“Wait, before we eat, close your eyes.”

You’re no longer taken aback by requests of this nature, if anything, it excited you, so you quickly obeyed soon after. Naoya would then take hold of your hands, gently placing a box on them before asking you to open your eyes—a gasp ensued at the sight of your gift.

“No way! These are—how did you even get them?! I thought they were sold out!”

These were none other than the special edition tiramisu mochi your favorite store made just a few weeks ago. The desire to go and get a few was there, but your responsibilities at school were far more demanding, and so, you’d come to dejectedly accept the reality that you might never have them, not even a taste…

Luckily, Naoya's adoration for you (and determination to make you happy) was far bigger than anything else, literally, and with the possibilities he had… all that he needed to do was make a few phone calls and he’d soon have the happiest girlfriend in the world.

“Nothing's sold out for me” Naoya sappily admits, but to you, who was completely enamored by him at this point, was only the sweetest response yet.

“Oh, Naoya, thank you so much!!” You cry, taking him into a hug and attacking him with kisses all over his face. His cheeks become a flustering mess, and yet, does nothing to remove you. “I can't wait to try them!”

“Just be sure to eat first, though. I don't want you getting all full with mochi and then complaining you’re hungry…” he teases with a smirk.

You pout. “It was just one time!” that you wanted to recall. “But alright…”

Naoya kisses your cheek.

“Don't be upset, princess. If you want more, I'll get you more”

As long as you give him more of those sweet kisses, or more like tiramisu kisses, as they’d become known later on.

These were nothing more than just a few examples of the things you liked to do with Naoya. However, not everything would be completely enjoyable, and just as expected of life, the two were bound to eventually do things neither liked in its entirety—nothing too extreme, just… tedious by itself. Like studying.

Even then, however, Naoya always did his best to help you. Since he was the best student out of the two, he could easily provide you with the help you needed to improve your notes—if not the motivation to do so.

It was silly to think how Naoya at one point once hated doing this with you, or more like was oblivious to your actual intents when asking him for help. Back when the two were just barely staring to know each other, you'd come to him with the pretense of needing guidance with one of the many subjects you were struggling with.

And Naoya, was blunt and blind as he was with these social matters, would only limit himself to answer the follow:

“Why are you asking me? Isn’t your sister bright or something?”

It took a great deal for his friend Ranta to not slap the stubbornness out of him, instead, he managed to explain what you were truly attempting to do with these approaches. You can rest assured knowing Naoya felt like an absolute idiot after discovering this. Thankfully, now that he knows what you mean, he doesn’t let any opportunity pass. In fact, he even offers himself up for the job—even when you profusely refused.

“I don't want to study anymore…!!” You'd dramatically cry, resting your head onto your arms and down on the desk; simply continuing to whine. “I hate this!”

“Come on, princess; just a bit more and you’re done.” Naoya attempts to comfort, removing one of your hair strands covering your face. He enjoyed this silly side of you, thought it unbearably adorable… but he preferred you to be happy. By far.

“No. I don't want to; I don't care if I fail, I'm not doing this anymore! And nothing will convince me otherwise!”

“Are you sure?” He smirks, placing his arm around your waist and leaning closer to you.

“Yes!” You try your best to remain unaffected, even if deep within, you were desperately longing to bask in his touch.

“Not even a kiss?”

“Nope! Not even that!” You refuted his suggestions. “Don’t try to convince me otherwise, it won’t work!”

Well, you’d have to do better than that if you wished to stop Naoya.

“Oh, really? Not even…” Naoya then reaches for his bag to swiftly take out a small Gengar plushie. Coincidentally, the same one you saw at the mall a few days ago: the newest one Pokémon Center had released, and naturally, you’ve been dying to get. “…For this?”

You press you lips together, trying your best to control your impulses and freak out about the gift—but there’s one thing you always forget about Naoya: is that you can’t ignore his enchantments, and soon, you attempt to seize the plushie from his hands, only to once again, fail to acknowledge his impressive speed, a snarky smile on his lips as he imposes distance between the two.

“Nuh, uh, princess. You have to keep studying if you want this.”

“Just—give it to me!” you gasp, trying to reach for his arm once again, but he just keeps straying further and further away from you. In fact, he actually stands up to make it even harder for you!

But that doesn’t stop you, no, not at all, for you respond with the same energy, quick to stand up as well and throw yourself towards him in one last attempt to seize the plushie and claim what is rightfully yours!

If you hadn’t accidentally tripped over, that is, by innocently getting your feet stuck with the legs of a nearby chair and tripping onto Naoya, who instinctively grabs you and begins to worry about your wellbeing, Gengar effectively out of your mind.

Just like you—however, it was more by the fact you were embarrassed to have done such a thing, feeling nothing but stupid by allowing yourself to fall victim to such silly games, as seen in the redness of your face.

“Stop it!” you breathe, trying to free yourself from his arms, hide from his sight. But he holds you in place, fearing you were hurt. “Let me go!”

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

“I’m—I’m fine, just—just let me go!” you whine, and it’s a good thing that Naoya knows you so well to the point of understanding you don’t really mean to get away from him, but rather, hide your shame—which he hopes to ease by finally giving you the plushie of your desire.

“Don’t be upset, Y/N. It was just an accident.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head, you pout.

“This was so humiliating…” you lament. “I feel like a child! Oh, I’m so undeserving of this…”

“Hmmm, if it’s worth anything, today wasn’t that bad. In fact, remember that one time when you ate chocolate ice cream and—"

“Naoya!” you gasp, he laughs.

“Alright, alright!” He cups your face, pressing your cheeks together and making you pout. “I’m just joking; trying to make you feel better, you know?”

“Doesn’t seem like it…” you frown.

“I adore all of you. Even the embarrassing parts.” Naoya leans closer to your face, rubbing his nose against yours. Your heart swoons. “So don’t torture yourself about it.”

“…I adore you too.” You confess, eager to already tell him you loved him, but only when the time was right. When he felt ready.

“Let’s take a break and get something to eat, yeah?”

 “How about ramen? I bought some packets that are supposed to be super good the other day at the market. We can just get some hot water from the cafeteria and done!”

“You know how I feel about that type of food. I’d rather take you out to an actual restaurant.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I would like to but… we need to plan these things with time so we won’t be seen” you dolefully remind him, he sighs.

“Well, nothing beats a date at school.” Naoya then jests, you chuckle.

He then cups your face once again, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.

Saying it’s a nuisance falls short to how you actually felt about this whole ordeal. About having to walk around eggshells just to go out on dates, but until both were ready to let the world known of your relationship, (or prepare for the dramatic response you know your family and friends will have to it) this will have to do.

Unless you two were to lower your guards and let someone else win you to it, hinted by the sound of a shutter coming from the door, followed by a bright flash that made you and Naoya freeze instantly, eyes wide as both slowly turned over to the entrance, loathing all of the implications this moment provided, completely petrified when realizing it was much, much worse than anything you imagined.

For standing by the door frame, stood the culprits behind it all, the last people you wanted to know of your relationship with Naoya: Gojo and Geto—the latter holding the newest bane of your existence, and the former with his mouth agape, eventually letting out a loud shriek that snapped the two out of trance.

“Wait, Satoru, Suguru—It’s not—It’s not what you think!!” You scrambled to control the situation, to no avail, for it was exactly what they thought!

The same information that had them running into the hallways and heading to God knows where, certainly not to keep this secret hidden from the world.

It was only a matter of time before the whole school knew, especially if there was a photo involved! And after that happens, you and Naoya would be forced to give out explanations to everyone that dared ask. If fate found it to be merciful on you, then the only problems you'll have will come through your friends.

If not… then it’d also be a matter of dealing with his and your family as well.

The mere thought of it sends shivers through your spine—mind scurrying to envision all kinds of scenarios possible.

“Do you think they’ll—they’ll take me out from school?” you fretted. Naoya swallows, unsure.

Guess both will have to wait and see what the future has unwittingly prepared for the two—until then, you’d prepare the speech you’ll inevitably give your parents and his in hope of defending your relationship.

…

Or at least, the possibility of remaining in contact with Naoya, if settling for the worst.

I realized that I wrote Naoya doing 1000 things for Y/N. But in my defense, Naoya is the type to give you good things and you're the type to give him good times? If that makes sense. I mean, he has a lot of money, and you're actually allowed to live a normal human life so, complementing each other!!! hahaha

Anyways, what a shocker. Who would've guessed that high school bullies Gojo and Geto were to find out you were dating Naoya first? UGH HAHHAAHHA It was only a matter of time tbh. Though I do fear for their life 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Well, since I love this concept so much be sure that I will write more about it. Or just about HS in general, agjkhasjkgas I love it 😭

Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Can't wait to write the second part, the.... revelation and everything that will ensue. I wonder if they'll make it out of this alive? Who knows!! hehe.

Take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[ryuichirou]

so what about the twst girlies and sex on their periods?

who's gonna make the room look like a crime scene and come out looking like the killer and their victim?

Another very old but very intriguing ask that I just couldn’t ignore 😭 I hope you are still out there, Anon! Thank you for indulging me with more topics about the girls, I’m always having a blast with them.

Even though this particular topic isn’t something I think too often about, and I also have a lot of personal feelings and biases about it, as always, I tried to be as objective as possible while writing this. It was fun...

Also, I don’t know if mermaids or fae would even have periods (beastwomen too to be fair), but for the sake of this ask let’s imagine that they would.

Alright then...

Riddle – the idea of creating such a mess sounds terrifying and absolutely embarrassing to her, so she would be against it + she is always in such a horrible mood that people barely dare to even talk to her unless it’s absolutely necessary. But all that doesn’t mean that she can’t have a moment of care with Trey... or an absolutely cursed crime scene looking situation with Floyd after a huge passionate fight.

Ace – periods never stop her from masturbating (as long as she doesn’t have to touch the blood), but usually stop her from having sex. Even if she isn’t the one getting the most attention, she just isn’t in the mood for that during that time. That being said, Deuce and she did try to hump each other with their underwear on once... didn’t end well.

Deuce – unlike Ace, she doesn’t like to even look down there during her period, let alone touch it in any way, so she also usually isn’t the one to want to have sex on her period. But once again, Ace and she did try humping each other through their underwear once, and the friction was good, but at some point Deuce fell from the bed. Having a bump on your thigh isn’t fun.

Trey – she absolutely wouldn’t want anyone to touch her when she is on her period, and in theory her instinct is to say «just rest, okay?» to a girl when she is on hers. Trey is very caring and nurturing, but even to her cleaning up after period sex doesn’t sound very pleasing... but maybe it’s because she’s never thought of this scenario with Riddle. Or because she is afraid of obtaining a new troubling fetish... since, you know. Painting something red is technically her specialty...

Cater – in theory – absolutely! With tampon on and right after shower, of course! In actuality, she is probably just way too desperate. Chances are she wouldn’t want to have sex on her period when the possibility actually occurs...  She won’t be able to stop worrying about what’s down there.

Leona – she gets horny on her period but doesn’t want to deal with blood. Of course, she won’t need to do it herself, but even lying down somewhere else while Ruggie is cleaning her bed is a pain, so she’s more likely to do it in the shower. Or rather, go in the shower to wash herself and then yell for Ruggie to get her ass in there.

Ruggie – her periods aren’t that often of an occasion due to her unique anatomy, so usually isn’t an issue to her: she prefers to wait for a couple of days and then do her thing. She doesn’t like cleaning up after the other girlies either unless she is getting something from it. So with Leona, who prefers to yell from the shower, it’s actually as good as it can get for Ruggie.

Jack – as always, Jack is the type to rationalise something and then do a completely different thing when the passion takes over her head. She will get a faint “I should stop” feeling, but still continue, completely ignoring the thought. I think she is the first one on this list who would actually end up looking like a bloody killer lol She will be so embarrassed when the realisation hits her...

Azul – ah, the other housewarden whose dormmates would know exactly when she is having her period. The one whose period gets very offensively called “Shark week” behind her back (Jade very sneakily started this tradition). But I digress; I think Azul would also be the one who wouldn’t want to either touch herself or someone else when they’re bleeding. But! I also think Azul could get fired up enough to do something like this unexpectedly to even herself. She could get surprisingly similar to Jack... but this is a very rare, if not once-in-a-lifetime occasion.

Jade – she isn’t a very sexual being in general, so it’s not like this is a choice she has to make on a regular basis, but she would love to do it at least once. Both in terms of experimentation, in terms of how fun of a reaction she could get from a person she is with, and in terms of how much of a mess she could make out of both her lover and herself. She likes the idea of the bed looking like a crime scene after sex, so if the circumstances are right, she could be rather shameless about it. She could also wear long gloves and a lab coat while preparing to have sex with a girl on her period just for the drama of it.

Floyd – she doesn’t give a fuck for the most part, both in terms of herself and her potential lovers. Sometimes she could go “geh, I don’t wanna”, but for the most part the girlies she is with are either shy or mad about her touching them down there while they’re on their period, and in Floyd’s book this is all the motivation she needs. She is actually the one to shove a tongue down there with zero hesitation.

Kalim – even though she is an absolute sweetheart who would probably love to make her loved one feel better by touching her while she is on her period, it sounds kind of messy and Kalim is a bit squeamish, so she’ll be waiting until her periods are over! She is the type to do anything other than touching down there though, so while Jamil could say “don’t do it, I’m on my period”, it definitely won’t stop Kalim from kissing her and touching her in other places.

Jamil – if possible, she prefers not to do it. She knows that it’s technically possible and that there is nothing dangerous about it (aside from her having to sneakily wash Kalim’s sheets at 3 am), but it’s just too much of a headache to even think about it. Which is a shame because her periods could get very painful, and her body responds very well to her having sex... it actually makes the pain go away a little bit.

Vil – she also prefers not to do it, but she still does sometimes. Sometimes it’s because Rook took things a little too far and got her horny, sometimes it’s because she really needs to relieve some stress. But she is someone who does it with a lot of preparation:  a towel, tons of tissues (both wet and dry), a scented candle (to distract from anything else), but she’ll also have a tampon. And obviously, she’ll be right out of the shower. It’s an entire ritual... it would be easier to just do it in the shower – a thought that occurs when she’s already too deep into these preparations.

Rook – she appreciates the drama and the dedication that Vil puts into creating a beautiful ritual out of them making love when she is on her period, but honestly? Rook doesn’t care, it’s not like she won’t eat out a girl when she is having a heavy flow somewhere outside behind a tree that barely hides them. She knows the risks and she cares about hygiene, but her idea of what is and isn’t okay is a bit weird. While she respects Vil’s wishes for now, she really wants to make her let go of all of it one day... She just thinks Vil would look very beautiful like this.

Epel – she doesn’t like getting periods and doesn’t like anyone mentioning her having periods, so to her it’s probably a “no”. It’s not like she doesn’t get horny, and sometimes she feels like her not being able to have sex when she’s on her period isn’t fair, and sometimes she gets an urge to do it anyway... but then she just sighs and does nothing :( Maybe Floyd will help her out...

Idia – her periods are kind of irregular, and her sex drive is kind of low, so it’s not like she has to actively think about it. Oh, that thing is bleeding? Great, not touching it for a week. Didn’t really want to anyway. But of course there are a lot of people in her life that could make her reconsider... Even though the idea of sex on periods sounds like a nightmare to her. It’s like sex (already a scary and horrible thing) + a mess that you uncontrollably make + it’s fucking pussy blood! What could be worse?

Ortho – she really thinks that Idia should get at least some stimulation when she’s on her period! It will make her cramps go away! It will make her mood better! So many benefits and not a whole lot of downsides! Who cares about some mess? She doesn’t feel disgust or shame, so she will very happily and very persistently offer her help! Plus, she’ll probably think that the blood looks very cool on her...

Lilia – another one who is very used to pleasing a girl on her periods. She is probably tired of hearing that one joke about a vampire lesbian, but she was actually the one whom that joke originated from... about 100 years ago. But even though the jokes get old, having a sensitive body squirming under you unable to cover neither shame nor pleasure doesn’t. So yeah, Lilia probably doesn’t mind the blood the most out of everyone... but! She doesn’t like getting touched. She doesn’t like getting touched in genera,l to be honest.

Silver – she is Lilia’s girl, so she is pretty okay with it too. She never learned to feel ashamed about it in general, so even if she leaks, it’s just a matter of “oh no it’s dirty now”. Unfortunate, but not a big deal. So she would have sex while on her period, no problem. Although, even she thinks that Lilia covered in blood looks a bit... scary.

Sebek – she is another one who would be against it in theory, but then the horniness would win... She would probably be very scandalised by Silver’s attitude towards this thing, but also? Surprisingly aroused. Which is good because this is going to prepare her for Malleus, so she really should be thankful to both Silver and Lilia.

Malleus – you guessed it – she is also pretty used to it. But she isn’t as shameless as Silver, mostly because she is a bit squeamish: she’s a princess, after all. So she actually won’t do it just anywhere, but when she’s having a bath or right after that – it’s the perfect moment for her to lie down and let her suitor please her, be it Lilia or Sebek. She doesn’t like the mess though, so they better be very careful. Which is kind of impossible with her flow...

[shuniverse]

dark nights ,, g.tnka

🧷 I decided to write gundham because I adore that man and I want to marry him fr 😔❤️

🎐 f!reader (because I’m self-indulgent 🥲) ;; cute fluff ;; a storm ;; gundham + a tight muscle shirt 🤭 ;; gundham calls you paramour and dove and darling because those nicknames suit him and they’re so fucking cute 😭 ;;

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gundham had invited you over, missing your company, because ‘even the supreme overlord of ice gets lonesome in his abode.’

you happily obliged however, also missing the warmth you felt in your boyfriend’s apartment, as well as his adorable little hamsters, the devas.

and so, you’re driving to his home, playing some low, soft songs on the way there, your bag packed in the passenger seat with hoodies and other assorted clothes, and your hair done in a messy bun in the back of your head with light bangs framing your face, and subtle dark eyeliner around your eyes.

finally arriving at his door, your things in hand, you knock on his door.

you giggle at the rustling behind it, and you smile softly when the door finally opens, revealing your boyfriend with his hair down and messy, face mostly clean aside from the gentle eyeshadow still around his eyes, in a snug black tee that accentuates the subtle muscle of his arms and the thicker muscle of his chest, and loose grey sweatpants hanging low around his hips. he looks absolutely delectable.

“darling? you’re gawking, is something the matter?”

his comfortingly deep voice pulls you out of your trance, and you giggle and nod. “sorry, baby, you’re just super pretty.”

his cheeks flush at the compliment, ever the shy guy despite his normal persona. “ah, thank you, my paramour.”

you nod, stepping forward to press a kiss to his lips, more prominent now that the pale foundation isn’t covering them, and he reciprocates happily with a ringed hand to your cheek.

he pulls away though with a beautiful close lipped smile. “let us get inside, my love, we mustn’t let it get cold. besides, I’ve been dying to feel your most comforting presence in my dark abode.”

once again, you nod, and step inside and walk to his room, where you set your things. you know he doesn’t mind, he’s let you know, and you’re comfortable considering you’ve been together for two years. you’re surprised you’re not living together at this point.

you leave his room, having stolen one of his hoodies, which makes him chuckle when he notices. “cold, my dove?”

you giggle. “yeah, it was kinda chilly outside, especially with the rain coming in.”

he nods with a knowing grin on his defined features. “of course, I understand, love. come, I’ve prepared some movies for us to enjoy. ah, but first, please make yourself comfortable, I’ll go grab our treats for the night.”

“ok, baby.” you smile and kiss his cheek while he presses one to your head, lifting your hand and kissing the back of it, before walking to the kitchen to retrieve your snacks.

god I got lucky with this man, you think, he’s perfect.

as soon as you utter those words, you notice four familiar little blobs in your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to see the devas crawling over to you to cuddle against you, maga-z gently nibbling on your forearm, making you giggle. “hi, babies. miss me?”

you smile fondly at them. cuties, they are.

gundham walks back into the room, seeing the cute little scene, and he smiles. “how adorable. a goddess with fearsome creatures, shall I call you circe?”

you giggle at his reference, knowing Circe is one of your favorite Greek goddesses. “I wish, baby, but she’s too cool for me.”

“oh nonsense, dove. you’re goddess enough for me, and I think that suffices enough, yes?”

you smile and kiss his arm as he sits down next to you. “I suppose, love. now, what movie do you have picked out?”

he gives a small smile as he pecks your temple before handing you a bowl of fresh fruits as well as the chips he knows you love. “I’ve picked out a few, darling, just let me know what you’d like to watch, okay?”

you nod, getting comfy and munching on your fruits.

he scrolls through movies he rented for you, passing through Atlantis, The Phantom of the Opera, The Conjuring, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Incantation - and as soon as he stops on that, your face lights up; it’s your favorite horror movie.

“Ooh, ooh, that one!”

he chuckles. “okay, my paramour, we shall watch this one.”

you smile giddily at him and kiss his cheek. “thank you baby.”

he gives you a warm smile, one you’ve grown to love and appreciate, seeing as it usually only comes out with you. “anything for you, my dove. let’s watch now, I know you’re practically vibrating in your seat.”

you giggle at his comment, snuggling up close and grabbing a chunk of watermelon and handing it to gundham, who opens his mouth for it. you pop the fruit into his mouth, and he chews with a little smile, waiting til he’s done to kiss your head and speak again. “thank you, my paramour.”

nodding, you chomp on a piece of your own. “of course, pretty boy. let’s watch the movie now!”

he gives a small laugh, turning on the movie for you both to watch.

all goes well, until about 10 minutes later, thunder booms outside, and a flash of lightning is the last shine of light you see before all goes dark.

you scream, clinging onto gundham. you wouldn’t necessarily say you have a fear of storms, but this one got to you.

you feel arms wrap around your form in a comforting manner, and a kiss is pressed to your head as a hand brushes down your hair. “shh, my love, all is well, it’s just a power outage, you are okay.”

you bury your head into gundham’s thick chest, whimpering a bit. “are.. are the devas okay?”

he smiles against your head, feeling the aforementioned hamsters crawl and snuggle against his neck, and close to your head. “yes, darling, they’re just fine. are you?”

you pause for a moment, before looking up at him, faintly seeing his defined facial features from what little light is coming through the window, and nodding. “yea, I.. I’m fine, baby.”

he nods in response, kissing your forehead. “good, that’s good. I suppose no movie then?”

you pout, before sitting up and grabbing your snacks. “let’s just head to your room, baby. it’s comfy in there, and we can light candles!”

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, standing up and holding out a hand for you to hold. “let us go then, dove.”

you both head down to his bedroom, the familiar smell of incense and cedarwood filling your senses, making you smile, and you plop down on his bed, the black silk sheets comforting you with the plush pillows.

he gently grabs your snacks and places them on the bedside table, and he picks up a candle from a drawer, lighting it, and setting it down. the smell is a mix of lavender, and musky oak-like wood. he then turns to light and burn some incense as well, the woodsy smell complementing the candle.

he smiles at you now, and you lay back on the sheets comfortably, opening your arms to the beautifully misunderstood man in front of you, who happily takes your invitation and gets on the bed to lay comfortably on top of you, the top of his dark head close to your chin.

you press a kiss to his head, feeling drowsy and comforted by the way he runs his hands up and down your sides, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“a nap would be good now, darling, storms are good for sleep. let us rest, and feel rejuvenated when we wake.”

you smile, nodding, softly scratching the base of his neck with your nails. “sleep.. sounds good, my love.”

he sighs deeply, his deep and rumbly voice making you warm inside. “sleep well, my paramour.” and with a kiss to your jaw, he’s snuggled his head against you, on his way to dreamland.

and it’s now that you realize, however.

this.

this is home, you think.

and you think you could stay til those candles burn out, til all of them do.

or forever.

yeah, that. that’s a good idea.

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hope you enjoyed this!! I love writing for gundham :((( he makes me so so happy and I want a boyfriend like him 😭😭

feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!!

[vivilingriphyn]

Hi! Could you tell me what The Sham au is about? I tried going through the tags but tumblr (once again) wasn't functioning properly 😭 I love your art btw

Hai hai!(´｡^ ᵕ ^｡`)/ Thanks for asking @ishusi! The Sham is ofc my Ninjago AU that first takes place in Skybound, where Nadakhan places a curse on Jay which brings C!Nadakhan into existence and making Jay’s life a constant hell. Which is kind of the main concept, and as well as also keeping some headcanons of mine and characteristics into Jay’s character like one of my headcanons is that Lightning elemental masters are part avian and keeping his snake attributes when he was turned into a serpentine and making them more fused into his powers and his body. Which explains in Part 2 of my comic, Jay’s claws/talons, and as well as the name of the au if you guys can figure it out.

The main idea for the story is where Jay's time in misfortunes keep is prolonged and he continues to persist despite how long he's been beaten down and kept there, because of Jay persistence, Nadakhan decides to place a curse on Jay, not through magical means but through gouging out Jay's eye, and after a couple weeks Nadakhan replaces Jay's eye with a cursed one.

A curse where brings C!Nadakhan into existence (the C ofc means Curse because I didn't wanna change its name but still want a distinction between the two Nadakhans.) C!Nadakhan was made to ruin Jay and his perception of things, the longer Jay has the eye the more C!Nadakhan begins to materialize to the point Jay could feel C!Nadakhan, and since the curse was made because of Jay’s persistence, Nadakhan made sure to grant that wish by making sure C!Nadakhan never lets Jay die by any means necessary, from using provocations or even being nice to Jay.(it's unbelievable ik.) But it's not being nice based purely on how it was made, because the curse is actually sentient and has a level of self-awareness. And that it's self-aware enough that if Jay dies, it also dies. And the more the curse stays, the more C!Nadakhan begins to gain the fear of non-existence or Jay’s persistence, while also gaining the potential to become more than just a curse. Or even becoming an extension of Jay's existence, like an invisible limb that has a mind of its own. But if it finds an opportunity to become part of Jay's soul or become an actual individual being then it will take it.

The drawing I posted of C!Nadakhan and suit Jay would probably the be the present time in the AU, while the comic I've been working on is more of when Jay first got or experiences the curse and I might rename it as “The Sham | Origins”

Anywho this AU is ofc for my own self-indulgence for my headcanons to have their own place and gain a purpose and story rather than just staying as pretty illustrations in my mind and on my canvas. Also thanks :3 really glad you guys like my art and I've always try to improve and refine my art as an artist and will continue to improve ^^

[gayboyasher]

aughhhhhh Abbacchio <3333 thank you SO much for writing all my specific incredibly self indulgent requests 😭😭😭 so I'm back with another one SSGJGSJDG I FEEL LIKE IM ABUSING A PRIVILEGE 🧍‍♂️

can I have headcanons for Abbacchio adopting his teen son and officially becoming his papa? Like perhaps the two met while at the lowest points of their lives (after The Incident for Abbacchio) and once Abbacchio is in a mostly stable situation again after joining Passione he adopts the kid who offered him companionship and friendship back then AUGH

THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY SELF-INDULGENT

It’s okay!! It’s okay trust!! I’m actually fine with it. It rattles my brain /pos Abbacchio being a dad like, I love making those. I could write an entire one shot

So it was official. You got adopted by that former cop, who now was doing even more shady shit. But not minding that, now you have a home! You have love and care, a roof over your head, food, water, what more can you ask for?

Abbacchio actually refuses to tell you anything about his “current job”.

He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

He’s scared that you’re gonna get hurt when you’re out in public alone because you know him; he’s literally your adopted dad.

Ever since he took you in, he stopped drinking so much wine

Because he wanted to enjoy his time with you, and not cry about the past.

Definitely talks about you to Bruno, but in a good way!

He definitely has photos of you in his wallet

“Yea so, this was me & him celebrating his birthday. Yea, he’s a good kid”

He’s quite literally that one lyric from Hamilton; dear Theodosia

“Look at my son, Pride is NOT the word I’m looking for.”

No but honest to god he loves you.

If you’re having trouble with your homework he’ll try and help you with it himself, if not, then he’s gonna try to convince Fugo to help and to BE NICE!!

He can’t stress it enough

If you ever meet any of the gang he’s just worried

Not about Bruno, but the rest of the gang

He’s worried you’d get freaked out or something.

Still keeps you away from Giorno.

He doesn’t care how old you are he wants to do stereotypical dad things

Let him do them

He’ll randomly take you like, anywhere

Whether if it’s ice-cream, getting groceries, going to try American food, etc.

Just likes spending time with you

Calls you ‘Kiddo’ a lot.

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Violent Psychopath + Abnormal Psychologist = Loving Relationship?

CHAPTER 2: MURDOC

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Fandom: CBS MacGyver (2016 reboot)

Pairing: Murdoc x Emmett Becker (fan character)

CW: killing mentions, violence mentions, shooting mentions, general morbidity associated with a character like Murdoc (especially since it’s written from his pov)😭

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See, I wasn’t planning on falling in love. Hell, I didn’t even know that was something I was capable of. I never had been one for abandoning my job for romance- unlike my mentor, Mr. Helman. No, I was always one for the hunt, and well, the very violent kill too, but that’s besides the point. My point being: I didn’t think I would ever fall in love. With anybody.

And yet there they were. Sitting across from me, aimlessly rambling about something or another. I wasn’t really listening that closely at the time. Truth be told, I was far more interested in memorizing the details of their face. I do that sometimes. Memorize people’s faces, that is. I like to remember what their features look like with the terror of impending death etched in on them. It's cathartic, really.

But it’s different with Emmett. I don’t wanna see their facial features contorted with fear. Ever. Sure I would tease them a bit, yea, but that’s only because they’re awfully cute when they blush. No, I don’t want to hurt or even really scare Emmett. I really truly don’t. Which is weird for me. Exceedingly weird. Seeing as I just totally adore hurting people. If you haven’t already gathered, I have a particularly nasty case of antisocial personality disorder. I’m a complete nutcase, actually.

But here’s the catch; not only do I not want to hurt this person, but I even enjoy their company. I find myself looking forward to their visits. And oh have I been indulged… Emmett used to visit once a week as mandated by my imprisonment at the behest of the Phoenix Foundation. But soon it was upped to twice a week. Now, they’ve been coming in every day, much to my delight. I still haven’t figured out why.

Today, as I tuned back into the conversation, I realized, Emmett was telling me about how they very nearly went into physics as a career, thanks to their interest in astronomy and astrophysics. I almost let slip that I was glad they didn’t, y’know, because if they had, well I would likely have never met them. Luckily for me, they didn’t seem to notice my near slip-up. Or if they did, they allowed me the dignity of letting it pass unnoticed.

It made me wonder though, if I’d ever tell them. I really didn’t know. I mean, what does one say in a situation like this? ‘Hey, I know I’m a lethal assassin-now prisoner at federal supermax prison and you’re only here to psychoanalyze me but I might be in love with you?’ Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Really and truly though, I knew I couldn’t handle the blow of rejection on top of being imprisoned. I had to at least get out first. Then, at least then, if I told Emmett and got brutally rejected, well, then I could turn back to my favorite hobby: shooting people.

It occurred to me, I really should make a plan to escape. I mean, I had the aforementioned motivation but also, my son, Cassian. When would I ever see him again? And would he find out what I did for a living? I couldn’t let that happen. So I had double motivation to get out.

And so I did. I got out. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time, killing those guards.

I hadn’t wanted to leave Emmett in the dark. I’d wanted to tell them, let them know where I was going, say goodbye in case things went awry by some odd mistaken chance. But I didn’t. Because, honestly, let’s be real, if you were a psychopathic murderer cooped up in supermax, would you tell your therapist you were trying to escape? Yea, no, I didn’t either.

But, of course, things went according to plan. I faked my death, killed the guard by my door (and several more along the way) and made my hasty escape from federal prison.

If only I could escape my own feelings towards that psychologist so easily. I still had that to contend with of course. I decided, however, that this would be my first course of action: pay Emmett a little visit…

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Woooo same deal as the previous one!! I’ll go back and link the previous and following chapters later!!

Previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/selfindulgentfandomstuff/757376610766864384/violent-psychopath-abnormal-psychologist

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/selfindulgentfandomstuff/757379545299107840/violet-psychopath-abnormal-psychologist-loving

[hitomisuzuya]

HEY HO IT'S ME AGAIN MWAHAHAH

Hear me outttt, sleepy tighnari getting jerked off by reader, and he's whiny, needy and just tired... but ah he doesn't want you to stop. And so you overstimulate tighnari <3

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Tighnari x fem!reader. Smut. Tighnari looking sleepy while he gets a hand job. (He would look so cute 😭)

a/n: I snapped this one up first the second I saw Tighnari's name. Here's the pitch. I hope you enjoy❤️

Tighnari was starting to nod off. Reading curled up with you at night was how he liked to relax on most nights with you.

You noticed he kept glancing at you, flicking his ears and fidgeting as he struggled to keep his eyes open once he set the book aside on the table. You smelt so good, and he was very aware of how tempting you looked wearing a form fitting silky dark green tank top and boy shorts that hugged your thighs in exactly the right places. The straps were hanging loosely off your shoulders, exposing your collarbones, making them look biteable.

Tighnari really wanted to help himself to you, but he was just so tired. He would indulge himself with you in the morning first thing.

His eyes were drifting closed again, snapping open to look at you when he felt your hand palm against the erection he didn't even know he was getting. He was so focused on trying to see how you looked, and he was just that sleepy.

You were teasing him, smiling at him with flushed cheeks. You felt around to squeeze and massage your fingers against the tip of his cock. Tighnari let out a shaky sigh. You tugged on his ears, making him whine as he started grinding needily up into your hand.

"Just relax, 'Nari. I know you are tired, but I want to make you feel good before you sleep," you said, reaching in his pants grasp his cock.

He nodded, leaning to rest his forehead against yours. His breathe fanned against your cheeks as he panted, whining every now and then when you pressed the tips of his ears between your fingers. You couldn't resist overstimulating him just a little. Using his ears while you jacked him off worked every time.

You massaged your fingers into the precum steadily leaking from the tip of his cock.

"You are so cruel..my love...," He stammered, gripping your arm slightly when you began to pump your hand. "...I don't...want... don't stop."

Tighnari could barely stop himself when he started shaking from overstimulation, whining and moaning as he thrust into your hand. That made you massage the tip of his ear more consistently until cum gobbed in ribbons on your hand.

You didn't stop pumping your hand until you were sure he was spent. You kissed him gently, which he returned with thanks. When you moved away to lick your hand clean, he fell asleep almost instantly, wrapping his tail around you.

[johnslittlespoon]

I love your bucky is dog fic so much!!! I reread it all the time it's so heart-warming and funny and just ahhh so good!! refreshing ao3 patiently and excitingly waiting for more<33

(a BIG mix of non–brainrot asks so i don't spam the timeline <33 some of these are from so long ago i'm so sorry. also lil disclaimer at the end about some specific asks i've been getting recently and why i won't be answering them! x)

1) !!?? you REREAD IT?? my heart wtf that's so sweet??? 😭💗 THANK U SM i will do my best to not let u down with future chapters even if shit gets a little bit angstier SDJKG <33

2) LMAO backseat gala–ing from the comfort of a couch 😭 judging the outfits as if they don't show up in plain tuxes half the time <3

3) <3333 thank u omg sjgkdk i'm so happy if my lack of stfu ability brings any bit of joy to anyone LOL

4) ILY THX LEGEND @air-exec u enable me too much <33

5) ALWAYS HAPPY TO INDULGE!! thank u for indulging my constantly rotting brain ur so kind 😭 <333

6) yaurrr i think it's just bc i do Not enjoy being around children LMAO i can't ever get into pregnancy/family dynamic type fics in general, i wish i could tho bc they're so wholesome :') but YEAH exactly ugh. it's like. the action of talking about it, especially when it's unattainable, is so intimate bc it's like an "i love you this much" thing. but it's also so hot bc the possession of it (and possible feminization depending on the pairing) sighhh

also i feel that sooo hard, sometimes you just gotta go where ur writing heart takes u yk? it's hard to write something if ur not fully invested :') and omg stop i WILL cry. 😭💗 wtf. thank YOU!! ofc i would read!! some ideas just /hit/ and urs is one of them <33 but also yes omg it's UP there (if not at the top) on my list of pwps i wanna write once i finish yad(iym) <33 thank you for sharing urs too and sending u good writing vibes regardless of what u write!!

7) GAHH this ones been on my ao3 read later since u sent this ask in!!! i literally have started a doc with links to moots fics i need to read/general fics i've stumbled across that look good and this one is for sure going in it. i do love reading sooo much, i just have the hell combo of adhd and dyslexia but i did start concerta a couple weeks ago which has def made it a bit easier to read lmfao thank fuck.

i think i just get in this headspace where i'm either a reader or a writer when i'm working on smth, idk if anyone else does this? i have a hard time slipping btwn both mindsets, i'm usually locked in on one at a time LOL but i need to get my shit together bc fuck everyone in this fandom writes so damn good and i want to leave long essays on all the fics and hype people up <33 i think once i finish the dog fic i'll take a few days to just consume my reading list to celebrate SJDGK

also omg i can't believe this ask is from before i even posted it that's crazyyy MY BAD. thank u and also that made me giggle JSKDG if that's my legacy in this fandom i'm honestly so happy ab that okay dog coded bucky is everything to me and i will do whatever i can to do him justice <333 and thank u again for the rec!

8) [ X ] UGHHH stop mammal RUINED me. he's soososoo pretty i want to die i think about that barry era as curt in the motaverse so often it makes me sick. i love pretty twinks!! xx (i have a whole motaverse au curtbucky where curt looks like 2012–ish barry and he's ken's age and they're cute lil mechanics together and it's so stupidly elaborate and niche and maybe i'll do smth w it one day who knows)

9) this is very sweet and i do appreciate you respecting my boundaries! thank you <3 i think a lot of people get annoyed at adults asking minors not to interact with nsfw posts on here bc the argument is always "they're gonna look even if you ask them not to" which, yeah, true! i was a teenager growing up online, i sure as hell did not let 18+ warnings stop me ever lmfaoo. i'm not telling minors to stay off my account because ik if people wanna find specific content, they're gonna find it. if teens are learning ab gay sex thru my blog, then at least they're learning ab it from a gay man who tries to keep things realistic in fic and who isn't a creep LOL.

that being said, i more so bar off minors interacting with my nsfw posts/writing bc i personally just feel uncomfortable discussing stuff like that with anyone who isn't an adult, and sometimes i don't have the time to check bios for ages (or sometimes bios don't have ages) before i reply to comments or whatever, so it's just easier to ask that y'all stick to the sfw so i don't accidentally brainrot some cooked shit with a child JSDJKG bc i would feel icky. i hope you understand <3

10) IT MAKES ME SICKKK. not only that, but when i was rewatching it with my irl last week, i realized that in e5 when bucky's smoking in the plane after gale goes down, he's sitting in the right (gale's) seat, which i'm pretty sure he doesn't do at any other time :((( like he was trying to be close to him in anyway he could </3

11) omg i've been meaning to watch that just to get a better inside look at stuff for world building purposes lmaooo but that sounds so wholesome :( i read that a lot of the guys would get real sad/touchy around holidays (obviously), so i could see a oneshot where one of them takes it upon themselves to try and cheer everyone up the best they can under their circumstances. a little found family holiday </33

12) thank u for the rec!! i'm suuuch a slow reader, i'm still working my way thru the actual mota book LOL but i've added this to my reading list <3 i think i might've actually read a couple excerpts from that one in doing research for my fic and it looks really interesting (and heartbreaking) so i'm sure i'll pick up a copy eventually :^)

13) oh 100% agree!! as someone who already isn't super interested in fashion/pop–culture, i find it very hard to look at the men's outfits and be blown away by any of them LOL but the women?? insane. was losing it over lana and zendaya's fits tonight ngl. hunter had me in a chokehold with last year's <3 tangent alright i always say this to my friends but i'm just jealous in general that women have so many more options in terms of clothes like.

okay listen i know i can leave my house in a skirt or crop top or whatever and a lot more guys are def starting to feel comfortable doing so. but i also enjoy not worrying about getting jumped or looked at funny! it's a lot safer than it used to be to do so, even in my small ass conservative town i'll sometimes put on some dangly earrings or a bit of rodrick–liner SJKDG but that doesn't mean it's normalized yet or whatever. point being that i wish it was because men's outfits would be sm more exciting at these fashion events if they had a wider range of options too!

but that aside, absolutely. until that changes, really it's not that hard for the men who are going with women (who don't want to go crazy with their outfits/who are more lowkey like you said) to just. wear something nice and on theme that compliments their partner's outfit and they'll be FINE. anything is better than something boring with no effort; effort doesn't have to equal crazy and fancy and elaborate. like austin's 2022 look has always been a standout to me because it was still a really nice look (even if it was simple) and it also worked so well because of who he had at his side. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but i also literally don't know shit ab fashion so i rly shouldn't be speaking on it LOL. i just know some things make me go oh no and some make me go YUM

and that's probs the last i'll post about the met bc i rly don't care thaaaat much, i was just happy to see barry since he wasn't at the panel this weekend <3

OKAY THAT WAS SO MUCH I'M SORRY. i just felt really bad bc some of those have been sitting in my inbox for months bc i was waiting to compile them all into a post like this :-) but also one last thing, idk if it's bc of me stepping out of mota to talk ab the emmy stuff/the met this week, but i've had a couple gossip/drama(?) asks and i just wanna say rn that i won't be posting stuff like that, even though they've been worded kindly! one, because i rly only post about fic/brainrot/mota–fandom related stuff here (aside from rare exceptions like today lol). and two, because as much as i adore our boys and try to keep up with the things they're up to, i personally don't vibe with speculating about them (esp if it's in a way that kinda. forgets they are grown men who probably don't think twice ab some of the stuff that people think they do lolol). i have no issue with people who do like to talk ab that stuff, i follow update blogs and think it's totally fine as long as it's done respectfully! i just don't feel like talking about gossip fits the vibe here and frankly i don't care enough about what goes on behind the scenes half the time; i'm just here to create and support and be insane. <33 that's all, just wanted to say that so ppl aren't waiting to have those asks answered/aren't sending more in! x

[teddybeartoji]

sooooo i heard someone mention selfship asks >:3…. i have one for mitoru n one for moji hehe

1) i can’t resist the hurt/comfort SO . how does toru cheer you up when you’re having a bad day?? and vice versa !!!!!

2) i alr asked this for mitoru but !!!! between you n toji ….. who is ”falls first” and who is ”falls harder”?? :3

OK THAT’S ALL (for now >:3)…… gl w work mickey!!!! 🫂🫂 i hope that you see this tmrw when you’re well rested!!! and that you have the coziest sleep in the meantime <33 smooching you gently on the bridge of your nose

HELLO ARI MY SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL<333333333333 THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME ON MY SILLY LITTLE SELFSHIPS HEHEHEHHE

mitoru comfort..... wahh this is such a sweet question ari:(((( when i'm having a bad day it's all about quiet time and touch. he knows that words will have very little effect, so he just slings himself over me like a koala:((((((((( i'm talking like full body weight and we've definitely uhh almost fallen over like a million times lmao. doesn't matter whether i'm getting something to eat or i'm gaming or i'm already full-time rotting in bed - he's just gonna Envelop me<333 he will whisper ridiculous jokes in my ear and i will always laugh bc i am not immune to his stupidity<3333333

and when he's sad:(((((((((((((((((((((((pls i don't even wanna think abt it he's my baby:((((((((((((((((((((((( i hold him tight and i will play with his hair as i whisper praise and reassurance into his ears. he hides his face in my neck or chest or lap (this guy is a cat fr) and i keep him safe and sound, away from the world:((((((he's mine:(((((( you know he tries to hide whenever he's feeling bad but he can't escape me i will always be there. i'll trace his face and tell him how much he means to me just so he knows that it's okay to open up, that it's okay to let me in:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( ari i love him sm:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

omggggg moji hehehehehe nowwwwwww i haven't actually delved too into this so this is veryvery exciting. i will be first to fall though there's no question here. but it still wouldn't be a love at first sight thing. this is also a slowburn but a different kind from the mitoru one. it's even slower i think😭😭😭😭

ok but i think the moji dynamic is literally just him meeting a weird cat and picking it up by the scruff and going🤨🤨🤨🤨what the fuck kind of a creature are you🤨🤨🤨🤨but then i manage to woo him with my straightforward and snarky personality and he goes🤨🤨🤨🤨again bc what the fuck is happening to him🤨🤨🤨🤨i think i can entertain him so much that he has no other way to just fall in love with me

anywayy.................... as for who falls harder............................ how self-indulgent am i when i say toji............................................. it's gonna take him a while to do it but when he finds his person he's All In you know?? like there's just no going back... when it finally clicks in his head i think he feels a bit sick. happy and sick and nervous and giddy and aaaaahhh everything is too much!!!!! feelings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but luckily i'm right there with him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i will bring him down to earth (to me) and then i'll welcome his shy love with open arms!!!!!!!!!!! ari i love him so much too i wanna cry:((((((((((((((((((((

wahhhhhhhhhhhhthey're both my babygirls i would do everything and anything for them<3333333 once again thank u so much for indulging me with this i'm having so much fun thinking abt the dynamic and the Lore hehehehe i love you so much and i am kissing every single one of your freckles rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lady-corrine]

I love love all the gifsets you are making!!! They are beautiful. And I couldn't agree more about Daemon and Rhaenyra's little boys😭 they are so precious to me and are so important to the story that I couldn't love them any less🥰. Also your hc about Visenya are perfect and something I have thought about before so seeing someone sharing interest in her and what could have been is really great!! Do you have any headcanons about Daemyra's courtship and marriage you would want to share?? (Book!canon wise 😂)

Hello! You are so very sweet to me, thank you 🥺

These were the first gifsets I ever made, and I hope to improve when I have the time, but it means so much to me to know that you enjoy them and that I don't make them in vain. It's also very kind of you to let me know, so thank you again. 🥰 Now that I know they are not so bad, I will try to make more.

Aegon, Viserys and Visenya are all so special to me. The first two because they were such precious boys, and despite all the trauma they went through, they really tried to heal themselves and to rebuilt the kingdom. And the fact that they did it together? Loving each other so much? Especially that phrase with them being constantly together as they had been as boys in Dragonstone, they were longing for their childhood so much. I don't even want to imagine how Viserys felt when Aegon died.

Visenya is something else in the sense that, I completely adore that original version with her surviving and marrying Viserys. It would have been absolutely perfect. She had so much potential to be a great character. I have so many headcanons concerning her and Viserys 😭

As for Daemyra headcanons, oh boy... I might forget to add some of them now, but if anything I will return to the post. So let's begin:

- they used to braid each other's hair. It started when Rhaenyra was little and pretended Daemon was one of her dolls. He would always indulge her.

- Daemon loved to comb her hair before bed (both during their courtship and in their marriage); and he was the only one Rhaenyra allowed to do it beside herself because only Daemon was as gentle with her hair as she wanted

- he used to sing her Valyrian lullabies, and he did the same for their babies

- Daemon used to tell her stories (this is book canon), and he continued to do so until the end of their lives;

- Every time Daemon was to go into one of his travels, baby Rhaenyra used to give him lists with what she wanted to bring her back

- when Rhaenyra was little they used to rub noses, and they kept that habit all their lives

- although during his marriage to Rhaenyra he completely settled down, he still used to travel across the Narrow Sea once or twice a year to 1) surprise Rhaenyra with gifts; 2) get all the things she wanted from the shopping lists she gave him

- Daemon was always there in her confinements and childbirths (again completely book canon);

- Daemon kept reciting love poems to her in their marriage. He didn't simply stop after their courtship.

- whenever they had a fight and Rhaenyra would be upset with him, he re-entered his courtship mode to make her forgive him (and she very much enjoy it)

- they had two courtships: the first one after he came back from the Stepstones, and the second one when Laena died and he went to Dragonstone; they didn't need a second courtship, as they both knew they loved each other and they will marry, but Rhaenyra gave him hints that she wanted and he indulged her

- believe it or not, Daemon actually missed courting Rhaenyra. He did not court Laena (they married in just two weeks), so he genuinely enjoyed being playful in his courtship with Rhaenyra

- Rhaenyra had some moments when she was insecure regarding her body after pregnancies, but Daemon always put her mind at ease

- it was only after asking for her hand and being exiled that Daemon realized how much he actually missed her and how much he had actually fallen for her

- he saw Rhaenyra as always meant for him and the woman he was always meant to be with. And the birth of Aegon only reinforced that belief in his mind

- they still went sailing, hawking and riding together, even in their marriage

- kind of my favourite headcanon about them: Daemon loved to design her jewelries (like Albert did with Victoria's tiaras)

- Rhaenyra loved for them to match - both in clothes, and in details (if she had certain jewelries, she chose Daemon's cufflinks to match, for example)

- even if they had a huge bed, they always ended up sleeping smooched into each other

- Daemon would never admit it, but he was jealous if Rhaenyra poured all of her attention to their children

- there could be one million chairs in one room, Rhaenyra would always sit on Daemon's lap - in their bedroom, with the children, at court, during feasts. The only exception was during councils and her public duties.

- Daemon had a thing for her hair and Rhaenyra for his hands. I don't know why, they just give that vibe

- he was always attentive of her and liked to pamper her (again book canon)

- Daemon adored her perfume, but Rhaenyra never told him what fragrances she used or where she had it made. He kept trying to guess, but he never got it right. She once joked she will tell him on his deathbed, and Daemon actually thought about it during his last days at Harrenhal

- during their first courtship she once lost a ring that Daemon took and added to a chain he wore when he was away from her. She only found out when Laena mentioned it without knowing whose ring it was.

And I have to stop somewhere, because we would be here all day. I have too many 😭 Thank you for your kind words, and I hope you have a wonderful day! 🥰

[fatuismooches]

HI SMOOCHESSS i'm a new anon and follower but your pieces have been the only thing on my mind lately like i've been giggling and kicking my feet ?!?@?@ anyways so i was thinking of something for dottore (it's a lil ooc) but dottore and you still studying at the akademiya and dottore just gets a lil happy crush on you then he out-of-the-ordinarily asks his segments (during that time) what to do about it and they act like his therapists and half of them are clueless and the other half is frustrated with how zandik practices pickup lines with the most threatening sounding undertones (at least thats what reader thinks when they actually hear them) but in reality he feels more comfy including science into his lines HDJSNDNXHFNSN hope that made sense 💥💥💥

OMG HI LOVELY!! WELCOME NEW ANON!!💞💞 PLEASE YOU HAVE ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET TOO AND I LOVE YOUR LITTLE BRAINROT THANK YOU... <33

Akademiya Dottore, I really love writing for him so thank you for indulging me😌. While I do think he made his segments after joining the Fatui, it's pretty cool to think about if he made them during these days, probably prototypes🤔 I love how you said "lil happy crush" that's so cute😭 He acts the same way as he always does around you but internally he's probably stressing about what to do. How does one "court" another? His love language shouldn't even exist. He says the most horrible, unromantic things possible that have you just smiling and nodding. Once he tried giving you a flower when the two of you were in the forest researching. Turns out you pricked yourself on its thorns and he had to quickly make an antidote to save you. You thought he was gonna experiment on you at that point. (He doesn't know what he's doing.)

The segments see their creator struggling and they're like ??? What could have him this stressed? Until they find out the truth and they're just like. oh. But they are just as clueless as him so now he has all of them spewing out ideas at him. Until one of them suggest reading books from Mondstadt since it's the nation of romance. Only thing it only serves to further his horrendous attempts at wooing you. If you didn't know Zandik personally and his sheer oddness you'd be scared for your life.

Just confess and put him out of his misery. And then never let him say that again.