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osachiyo · 3 months

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✧˚ 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, atsushi & tetchou .ೃ࿐

˚➶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — female reader, n/sfw content (mdni), fluff + crack some of y'all will get second hand embarrassment, prolly the only thing i'll write about period sex, breaking the bed, spicy cunnilingus, accidental anal, reader hits her head in one of these but dw it's fine, overall just some silly stuff ! wc for each character is like 300-400 words long :) not proofread !

˚➶ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — i've been putting this off for too long 💀 anyways, happy reading and enjoy ! also is it tetchou or tecchou idfk how to spell this dude's name 😭

"Nghh - fuuck— you're s'good at this, angel—" Dazai moaned, encouraging you to bounce on him faster. He had you in reverse cowgirl— watching your ass bounce on his pelvis as you jumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to chase that release you've been working for.

"Feels— feels so g-good!" You cried out, pretty nails digging into his thigh, making him let out a pornographic moan - which made you clench on him even more.

Dazai groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading them apart to see the mouthwatering view of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. That's when he saw little streaks of blood coating his cock - mixed with your slick and his precum... and he realized that you must be starting your period.

If Dazai was being completely honest - he didn't really care about the blood, and no way he was stopping right now— when you're riding him so deliciously and looking so fucking sexy while doing it - he'd be insane (like he isn't already) if he were to stop you now. Plus, he didn't want you to get embarrassed— no, that's the last thing he wanted.

He definitely told you after sex, though. He was like, "oh yeah, you're on your period, by the way." It kind of shocked you how casual he was about it - which he noticed, of course. He'd laugh at your bewildered face, chuckling as you ask him if he's not grossed out. He'd wave you off, "sweetheart, do you think i'm a boy? Trust me, a little bit of blood doesn't bother me."

You were about to reply when a cramp hit you straight in the guts - making you hiss out and curl into yourself in pain. Dazai frowned, quickly sitting next to you to brush your hair out of your face - "you alright, sweet girl?" You groaned in response, "mm - yeah, j-just these damn period cramps are killing me."

Dazai pretended to think for a bit, even rubbing his finger on his chin to add the extra effect, making you roll your eyes at his silly antics. he looked deep in thought for a moment until you heard him snapping his finger, pointing at you with a wink - "aha! I know exaaactly how to get rid of your cramps." Your eyebrows pinched together at his words, knowing it's gonna be something dumb.

"Let's go for another roun— oumph!" You threw a pillow at him, resulting him falling backwards on his butt. "I knew you were gonna say that!" You groaned, kicking your legs - snickering at the way he rubs his bottom. "Gosh, you are just the meanest, aren't you?" He whined - making you giggle, "oh? well, that would make you the horniest!"

"Hey! I was serious - it really works— oumph!"

You were currently face-down, ass-up on Chuuya's lavish bed— as he pushed your face further into the pillow, cunt greedily sucking his fat cock in. He didn't even bother with taking off your clothes— just ripping them and grumbling about buying you new ones when you went to protest.

"Argh— shhiiiit- takin' m-me s'well, babydoll," growling, he pulled you up by your hair - back against his chest and fuck, you could feel him in the deepest part of you - hammering inside of your puffy pussy while reaching a free hand to play with that tiny clit. "Chuuya— C-chuuya!" You squealed, face landing on the pillow with an "oof!" as he pushed you back against it. "S-shut it, fu—ck! 'yer so tight," he almost whimpered, hand untangling itself from your hair to pinch and tweak at your nipples - before landing a mean smack on your ass.

He was speeding up - almost at an inhuman pace, as the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. But the both of you failed to notice the cracking noise - too lost in the pleasure, before the bed came crashing down.

'fuck, you're doin' so good ba— whAT THE FUCK—?!" Chuuya screeched as you both fell on the floor along with the broken bed. "Shit - are you okay, baby?" He quickly checked you for any injuries— only to see that you were still dazed, your mouth agape and eyes glossed over— too cockdrunk to even process that the bed broke.

“Argh— fuck it,” he thought, just going back to pounding your cunt as if it didn’t just break down. Making his pretty girl gush all over him was way more important— and plus, he could easily buy another bed.

You scolded him after getting your back blown out. But he couldn’t care less, if he was being completely honest.

In reality, it actually turned him on even more— his new goal from now on is breaking the bed everytime while fucking - from the sheer force of it. So um.. goodluck walking..?

You were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend of 6 months, watching a cute movie when you suddenly felt something stiff poking against your ass— how cute, you thought - biting your lip as you ground back against him, earning a sharp gasp from Atsushi.

Things escalated from that to you being on top of him— fervently making out, shy fingers digging into the plush of your hips as you continued grinding on his dick— moaning into each other's mouths.

Eventually you ended up on your back, with Atsushi rutting into you fast and hard as you threw your head back. He was inexperienced— but you had to say, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His face was buried in your neck, letting out puffs of hot air as he suppressed the urge to bite down on your shoulder and mark you up— he didn't want to hurt or scare you off.

"Oh— god, 'sushi that feels so—" you moaned, lips parting as you silently begged for a kiss - to which he gladly complied. "Fuck— yes, s'good—!" Atsushi moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as you clamped down on him further, you were close and so was he.

But somehow, he managed to slip out of your tight cunt— making him whine and quickly try to push it back in, desperate to feel your warm walls around him again. He slipped in with some issues— it felt like you had gotten tighter but he didn't mind. Holy shit though, it felt so much warmer and tighter no— "OW OW—! ATSUSHI!"

He immediately jumped upon hearing your pained shriek, "what's wro—" "Pull out - right now!" You sneered, glaring at him as he complied. "That was the wrong hole— you idiot!" You scolded, but your gaze got softer when you saw him sulking - he didn't mean to hurt you!

"I- I'm so sorry— it just accidentally slipped out a-and then I tried to push it back in and—" he was speaking really fast, trying his best to explain himself before you put your hand up, palm against his chest.

"I get it— sorry for yelling at you," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climbed onto his lap. He nodded, still sulking because he felt so guilty— god, he just can't do anything righ—

"Don't beat yourself up for it, okay? It wasn't your fault," you spoke as if you could read his mind, making him relax his tensed shoulders as he nodded.

..You two just decided to continue the movie and cuddle the night away.

Akutagawa had you backed up against some large shelves inside a storage room, while you two were on a mission. He'd normally prefer to have you somewhere else— somewhere more private and comfortable but you just had to be a damn tease the whole fucking day, and now he's finally got his hands on you.

"So— fucking— desperate—" each word that fell from his chapped lips were accompanied by a mean thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of your walls. He had you completely trapped against the large set of shelves with rashōmon— leaving you with no ways to escape him. "Haah— d-did a little bending g-get you this worked u-up?" You added fuel to the fire— making his right eye twitch in annoyance, what a lousy mouth you had.

He said nothing, though— only speeding his pace up, as heavy breaths and pants left him— an unusual flush spread across his cheeks. "You really— shit!— d-don't know when to shut the fuck up," he growled, as a pale hand found your tits— slapping the jiggling fat before landing a harsh slap to each.

Your back arched with each pound of his hips into your gooey cunt— both of you feeling lightheaded from the pleasure circulating through your veins. So lightheaded in fact, you both somehow failed to notice the heavy book on top one of the shelves inching closer and closer towards the very edge— a small impact against the wood would most likely make it fall.

"oh— AkuOWW—!" And fall it did— right on top of your head before it bounced off and fell on the floor. You yelled in pain, the dull pain making you head throb. Akutagawa just...paused— eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't know what to say— should he ask if you're okay? He's never been good at this stuff — so he just.. kinda... stood there and stared.

Made sure you're alright after he was over the initial shock, though — telling you that you should've seen it coming, earning him a few curses from you.

Tetchou had you spread on the couch, strong hands holding your thighs against your chest, giving him a perfect view of the soaked cunt he was about to devour.

"You look so pretty between my legs," you cooed, running your fingers through his burgundy locks. "Yeah? Well, I wish you could see my view, gorgeous girl," he spoke while nibbling the insides of your thighs— placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. His face was lightly flushed pink — your praises always made him hot and bothered, it encouraged him to do even better — make you feel even better.

A small moan caught in your throat when your boyfriend slowly peeled away the slick-soaked panties from your juicy cunt, pulling them down your legs before flinging them off somewhere. The cold night air hitting your bare sex made you try to clench your thighs back together — but to no avail, as Tetchou kept them apart firmly. He felt himself salivating at the sight of your exposed cunt — wanting to dive right in.

And dive right in he did, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue before smearing them all over your clit, feeling your thighs shake and tummy clench at the stimulation. "Don't hold them back f'me," he let out a muffled grunt. "Your moans — don't hold 'em back," he clarified, before shamelessly shaking his head back and forth on your cunt — causing you to arch your back as your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

"A-ah, Tetchou—" you threw your head back with a whine, trying to lift your hips up to grind into his mouth, to which he responded to by pushing you even further into the couch, "don't move," he panted, basically growling into your pussy. He couldn't help but hump into the couch — way too turned on by your pleasure.

It was all going great — amazing even, until you felt a light burn on your cunt, confusion lacing all your features. It didn't take long for the burning sensation to build up — the pleasure slowly disappearing, as discomfort kicked in.

"W-wait — Tetchou," you panted, trying to pull his head away from your aching (literally) cunt. Tetchou only growled in response, latching onto your pussy harder — you knew better than to interrupt him during a meal.

But it fucking burned! So you just yelled out, "it burns!" And felt him immediately pause — slowly lifting his head from the spot between your thighs and looking utterly confused, "what?"

"I — I don't know, but my pussy fucking burns," you snapped, worry laced all over your features.

Then suddenly, a look of realization mixed with mortification fills your boyfriend's face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"

"... I forgot I ate those... spicy noodles and... some of the sauce was probably still on my lips...."

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n3ptoonz · 4 months

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Ok ok ok we got the boys getting walked in on soooo what if Earthrealm boys walked in on US?

i knew somebody would have this idea 😈 REVERSE REVERSE 🔄

these are gonna be blurbs instead of bullet points

explicit content under the cut; implied scent knk mention, sphinx can't stick to a theme to save her life

Scorpion

Kuai Liang was shocked at first, but quickly understood. He's gone a lot and knows that. He's not upset at all by this, what gets the job done in his absence is what he roots for, but he'd still rather be the one making you sound like that. Lowkey is impressed with how well you must've been going at it too. 'Have I ever made them sound like that...? Hold up-' he thinks. Once you see him and are like woahh when did you get here he's like "Curiosity got the best of me, I'd like to help if you'll have me." as if you weren't already jumping on him before he finished his sentence.

Sub-Zero

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" Bi-Han said, standing over you. You jumped at the sight of him looming over your almost fucked-out glow from your own hands and splayed out on the couch; just how the fuck was he so quiet?! As you nervously try to explain, thinking he's actually upset at you, he interrupted you again by grumbling and picking you up to properly escort you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down and got on top of you, pressing himself between your legs. "I'm not angry with you. I just wish you had waited." he said before letting himself hang free. "But I don't mind finishing the job."

Kenshi Takahashi

When Kenshi checked out where the noise was coming from, he caught you grinding against a lounge pillow with his shirt over your nose. Once your eyes opened and saw him standing in the doorway half shocked half into it, you kicked the pillow off the bed and sat up. "No, no, please, don't let me interrupt." he teased half jokingly. Honestly he could see himself encouraging the concept. He has many duties to attend to, so who would he be to tell you not to tend to yourself? He walked further into the room with a more serious look on his face, he really wanted to apologize he couldn't always be there, but since he was now there's nothing stopping him from helping his lover out.

Smoke

Tomas was red as a tomato. He planned to come over to your place and cook together to make up for lost time since he's often very busy. He had a key to your house so he naturally just walked in, set his stuff down, and went to go find you. "Hey, you ready to cook-" cue a Disney studio audience gasp. After like a full 60 seconds of him stuttering over his words he apologized many times before you stopped him. You offered for him to help you out, and now he was pushing down his own immediate boner, but a simple 'yes' sealed the deal for the both of you.

Johnny Cage

This sexy fucking prick. Unbeknownst to you Johnny just sat and watched from the door of your bedroom, truly fascinated by how needy you were for him. Before you could even reach a semblance of climax, here he waltzed in all smug, "11 times." he said. You gasped and threw the covers over yourself, asking what the hell he's on about now (you're used to him popping up unannounced). "You said my name 11 times, new record babe." He knew your next remark would either be witty or frustrated, so he spoke again. "Ah, ah, ah, let's make it 20."

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is also another sexy fucking prick, but a little worse. You have been walked in on before but not thwacking the noodle or flicking the bean, something less crazy like changing, and yet he still was a teaser. You recalled if he was coming over today and reached the conclusion that he would have no reason to, so you got to work. Silly silly you, Johnny and Lao are known for showing up out of nowhere, you knew that! So there you were doing your thing, and boom, Kung Lao pulled up and caught you by accident. He had no regrets though, all you saw looking at you was a smirk, clear idea on his face, and his signature dimples smiling back.

Raiden

Look guys idgaf what anybody feels or says, I can say he's baby while also knowing a lot, obviously. Raiden is a grown ass man with a dick and balls, but he's never walked in on someone before. Me personally I believe he'd be in shock, and he was. Why? Not only because he walked in on AND interrupted your own time, but you were whispering and moaning his name too. Like Smoke he'd be shifting where he stood trying to control his aching boner, but surely once you gave him the okay to enter your room, hell, even touch you? Game fucking on. He's still nervous but wouldn't let that stop him!

Liu Kang

Liu Kang may be a God, but obviously he cannot tell the future. He just created the world and tried to maintain peace as much as he could. He can predict things, and that included what you were doing while he wasn't there. He figured with how much he was gone it wouldn't be surprising if you took matters into your own hands, and he was right. He slowly rounded the corner to the sight of you using some kind of toy and muttering incoherent words that lead to his name somewhere in there, but it didn't bother him. In fact, when he made his presence known he offered to help including the toy if you wanted.

Geras

Lowkey I don't think Geras would know what to do. He doesn't interact with mortals much technically outside of Liu. So like, if you were waiting for him back at his chambers especially when he took so long to come back due to business, he'd be stuck in his tracks. He'd say there's no need to apologize but rather explain your desire to him so he could fulfill whatever void was left in his absence. I feel like he'd be reassuring too if you were embarrassed and happily make your wishes his command.

a/n: OKKAAAYYYYY i got this out FUCK writers block and periods and life IS A BITCH and ik i recycle the same stuff but like hey, it works🥱

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fraugwinska · 24 days

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Could you do a backstory to Hard Day? Like, how Al decided to give up control, and the first time it happened 🥺🙏

Ummm... well, I may have gotten myself a bit lost in this one :D Idk, It's gotten quite out of hand, 2,5 k words... but...um yeah :D Praying you like it :> Attention - we cook with Chili, not salt today! (MDNI)

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The hardest Day

„That's so unrealistic! I mean, in what world would a lion eat bugs instead of the fucking fat juicy PIG?!“

„It's a kids movie, asshole, shut up!“

The gang was sprawled out in front of the TV, blankets and popcorn everywhere. Charlie got her hands on a rare copy of 'The Lion King', and invited everyone to a 'nice, unproblematic, quiet' movie night. She didn't account for Angel's constant commentary, Husk's annoyed retorts to him or Niffty's gleeful giggling at the most unfitting scenes. Vaggie, frustrated by them, started adding to the chaos, sending scolding remarks in intervals at either of them, while Charlie tried to mediate in between songs – which she always sang along with.

You, however, were highly entertained – even though you didn't catch anything from the movie, just watching them was amusing enough. The only one missing was Alastor, who had 'business to attend' and was gone since breakfast ended.

He would've hated it anyway, you knew he had no interest in movies, let alone modern ones, and group activities like these were often straining on his patience. Although getting in the hotel last, you were the one who grew the closest to him. Why? You couldn't say definitively. Maybe it was because you never took his veiled jabs by heart. Maybe because you didn't treat him the way the others wanted you to – with care, with ignorance, with suspicion; but instead with respect, an open mind and without judgment. Maybe it was because you could challenge him – discussions about books you both read could last hours, with points given to either side equally – no winner, no loser, both richer.

You liked Alastor. Really liked him. You also had a silly, little crush on him, for a while now, but you kept that to yourself, nothing going further than a few flirtatious moments 'in good fun', calling each other 'doe' and 'buck' with a laugh. A joke between friends. Friendship, you decided, was enough for you, if it was for him.

The entrance doors slammed suddenly, making you all jump in your seats. Alastor stood at the door, looking... different. Stressed? You cocked a brow when you saw his eye twitch, while he sauntered over to the group.

„Al, do you want to join us? We're watching a movie!“, Charlie said absent-mindedly, her eyes glued to the scene of 'Can you feel the love tonight'.

Alastor gave the TV set a judgmental smile and waved his hand. „Tempting, but it has been a rather hard day, I'll just take a drink and retreat to my room, dear.“ He left the group and went to the bar, your pair of eyes the only one following him. Something was NOT right. His smile was tight, his eyes wider than usual, his movements almost jagged instead of fluid. Niffty had jumped to the bar too, insisting on helping Alastor by retrieving a glass for his whiskey from one the higher shelves. In her eagerness to climb and get it, she didn't watch her steps careful enough, resulting in a few delicate wine glasses sliding from the shelfves and breaking into a hundred tiny pieces. Alastor's reaction was as unexpected as it was worrying – he always had a soft spot for Niffty, laughing over her antics and chaotic energy, often encouraging her even to produce more mayhem. This time, however, he started to scold the maid, who blinked at him with a big, guilty eye and trembling lips.

„Such indignation, really Niffty. Clean the shards at once, and try not to remain to be such a clumsy clot.“, he almost hissed, grabbing the bottle and a simple crystal glass before striding away hastily. Your eyes followed his figure until he turned the corner to the staircase, then you got up and comforted the little demon, helping her sweeping up the glass pieces while she sniffeled tears away.

You let your gaze swipe over the group, completely ignorant about what happened with Niffty, and Alastor. Ignorant of the blatantly obvious bad mood of the deer demon.

Turning to Charlie, you whispered to her that you had a headache and would be going to bed, to which she just nodded. No one acknowledged your leave, all eyes on the screen and still bickering noisily. A bunch of friends, you are, you thought annoyed with a shaking head.

Three flights of stairs later, you reached Alastor's room. You pressed your ear to the door, and heard dull bangs, like something was thrown, and a muffled voice. You knocked, and the room instantly stilled.

„Alastor, it's me.“, you said loudly, brows furrowed. „Are you okay?“

A few seconds of silence. „I'm just fine and dandy my dear.“

You put one hand on the door. He normally would open it, to speak with you directly, face uncomfortably close to face, just the way he liked it. But it stayed close.

„You didn't look fine.“, you stated. You were ever so stubborn.

„Well, I am fine. Now shoo, darling, good night.“

You stood in front of the wooden divider, contemplating. You could just go. Leave him be, wait until tomorrow. See if he would talk to you then. But then, there was your gut. And it told you Alastor wasn't well. And that just didn't sit right with you.

„Alastor. Please, let me in.“

No response, just hint of the prickling feeling of static electricity on your skin.

„I know something is bothering you, and I'm worried.“

No response. You breathe in and out.

„I'm not going anywhere until you open the...“

The door flew open, a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you into the room, violently. You stumbled and fell against a bookshelf, catching the fall with your hands to keep you upright. You heard a slam and a click – door closed, door locked. The static was everywhere now, flushing in waves over your body. You turned around -

Alastor was pacing like a wounded animal, he seemed fluffed up, as if every hair on his body had decided to stand up. His scleras were dark pits, blackest black, and in it his irises burned angrily in crimson flames, now focusing solely on you. The prey.

„So you came to test my patience too, dear?“, he snarled, his voice so distorted it ached in your ears. „It's not enough that that waste of cables destroyed two of my radio towers. Not enough that dozens of my most profitable souls have been rendered useless by an angelic bomb. Not enough that I not only had to put the disgraceful flat screened wretch back in his place, but also his vulgar boy toy and their brazen, attention-seeking brat.“

He grew in size as he ranted, you watched him reaching the ceiling, antlers scraping along the walls. „I manage my weakening territories, manage these imbeciles who think they can play overlords, I manage this sad excuse of a hotel, I manage the princess's unattainable ideas, and now, I also need to manage you, too, of all people? What a disappointm...“

„Stop.“

You held up a hand. Alastor growled, fluffing up even more, limbs cracking and static popping. „How dare y...“

„Stop.“, you said again. Your tone was calm, void of anger, or fear, neutral and steady. He stared at you, and you held his gaze. „Breathe, Alastor.“

You saw him fighting with himself. He fought against his instinct to oppose, to command, to put you into your place, to rip you apart. His elongated claws scraped over the floor, ripping deep ridges in the wood.

„Breathe.“, you repeated, firmer this time.

Slowly, gradually, Alastor shrunk. Breathed. Crumbled. Until he was back to his usual size and form, only with an exhausted expression.

You studied him – you've never seen him like that. He never allowed anyone to see him as something other than 'the radio demon': Powerful, unshakeable, quick on his feet and always one step ahead. How exhausting it must be. To always have the control also meant to always carry responsibility, to always fear impending failure.

Your heart whispered to you, and you followed it's advice. It could be the most stupid thing you could do, but you decided to do it anyway.

„Come here, Alastor.“

He looked at you, unsure, suspicious. You sounded commanding, but not harsh. Inviting. Like a hand, reached out to someone trapped. For a moment, you almost thought you ruined everything – his eyes left yours, they fell to the ground as he shifted on his feet.

But then – steps. Coming closer. Stopping right in front of you. And suddenly..

His head on your shoulder. His breath on your neck. His voice in your ear.

„Sometimes I'm so sick of it all. Sick of maneuvering, sick of ruling, governing, planning...“

You touched his neck, he let you, caressing the soft skin, heated from his outburst, trembling slightly at the contact. It was intimate, baring this vulnerable part to you. You heart broke for him.

He pulled himself away from you, searching for your eyes. Finding them again, he took your hand, bringing it up to his face, guiding your fingers over his lips. He just said one word.

„Please.“

So much was said with this please. You heard every message. Giving up control, just for a bit, just with something he didn't care enough about to insist on ruling, could be a small bit of freedom. Letting himself be guided instead of leading.

“Kneel down, Alastor.”

His ears pressed flat against his head, but he did as he was told. He couldn't look you in the eyes. For once, you were the one towering over him. You took his face in your hands, pulling it so he looked up to you, seeing your warm smile before your lips met his.

His breath hitched, stuck somewhere in his throat.

You slid one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, the other caressing his cheek as you tilted your head and deepened the kiss. Slowly, the rigidity melted away, he started to shift, lips no longer stiff but soft and molding against your own.

He tried to stand up, but you pushed him down, gently, definitively.

“Trust me to guide you, buck.”

He breathed, one, two, three times, eyes closed, grin tight.

“Yes, doe.”

Your own excitement took a back seat. You were filled with pure energy at the thought of crossing the line with him, having Alastor in a way you only dreamed about, convinced your relationship would never come this far. But. But this was not about you, for now. Maybe, another time. If another time ever came.

You lowered yourself on him, straddling him, so you were still 'taller', and rejoined your lips. You took his hands and set them on your hips, let them rest there while you buried yours in his hair, tugging lightly to bend his head back. His initial resistance lessened, and he gave in, exposing his throat, gray skin peeking out of his high collar. You let your mouth travel to his jawline, down to the small patch of delicate, thin skin, right next to his jugular. You felt him tense, felt his rising urge to protect himself from your potential strike. You let out a soft hum as you started to lick it, sucking gently, just a bit, just to make him shiver at the sensation. And how he did.

A moan, low and sweet like the strumming of a cello, escaped him, his hands crushing your hips by the force of his grip. It hurt, but you decided to ignore it. Little steps.

“Can you take more, good boy?”

His eyes snapped open, burning furiously. You met them with calmness, with a soft matter-of-fact-ness. Not smug, not mocking. A question. Proceed or Stop?

Alastor swallowed hot saliva. You could see he was getting overwhelmed, overstimulated, and yet, he had such a longing in his eyes, such desperation.

“Yes.”

One simple word. One spark, setting your body on fire. You tried to force your trembling fingers to steady, lifting yourself slightly off him to open his trousers. With every button, his breaths grew heavier, his grip on your legs grew tighter, claws already digging in your skin and drawing blood.

“Careful, buck. I'll need these in a moment.”, you said, placing both hands on his chest, pushing him flat on his back on the ground. He let you go, arms falling useless next to him.

You leaned forward, thanking any deity that would listen you decided to wear a skirt today, and placed a hand on his growing bulge. He hissed at the touch, cracking the floor as his fingers clawed into the wood of the floor instead your fleshy legs.

Freed from it's cage, Alastor's dick was already dripping with beads of precum, a sight to behold. You wrapped your fingers around it, feeling the warmth and bloodflow, it twitched in your hand. You stroke him, eliciting the most sinful noises from the demon under you.

You took a deep breath. One more, one question more, to make sure that he wanted it.

“Look at me, Alastor.”

He sat up on his elbows, looking more helpless than you've ever imagined he could. Even his smile wavered, threatening to break. You were looking for any signs of hesitation, disgust, resistance, regret. You only found desire. A want, a need, almost pleading eyes.

Your free hand pushed your panty away, enough to expose your lips, and you lowered yourself onto him, his length slowly entering you. He was big, you were tight. A bittersweet combination. Sparks flew before your eyes as he stretched you, but you were hypnotized by his eyes.

They were blown wide, returned to black, but the irises now flickering into dials, turning, left to right as he groaned. You moved, guiding your hips up and down, feeling yourself molding to his shape in the most delectable way, and getting drunk off the look on his face.

You increased the pace on which you pushed yourself on him, adding a little tilt of your hips to take him even deeper. His voice was reduced to a static-y mess, hums and groans and moans bleeding into each other. You placed both of your hands on his chest for more support, inevitably pinning him down. His hands flew to yours, threatening to push them off him, but instead, he entwined his fingers with yours, panting heavily.

It didn't take long for him to feel the pressure, unbearable and urgent, his release approaching at godspeed.

“Doe, I can't...”

Panic in his tone. He tried to put his hands on your waist to pull you off. You understood immediately – an upbringing in conservative times, decades of living by the rules of a gentleman, he was resisting against the thought of cumming inside you. You pushed his hands away.

“Yes, you can.”, you stated, smiling at him, a hint of wickedness in your eyes. “And you will.”

Your skilled movements and dedicated demeanor sent him over the edge immediately. Protests were futile as he came in you forcefully, you felt his cock pumping his seed deep into you, hot and thick as you rocked him through his orgasm. Your own high wasn't worth chasing, too far away to matter. You didn't even think about it – nothing could feel better than this.

Alastor ran his hands over his forehead, sweeping away beads of sweat as his breath calmed down.

His hand shot out to grab you, and, still impaled by him, he pulled you into his chest, invading your mouth with his tongue to kiss you possessively. As if to transfer the command, the control he had given up, back to him. Taking it from you.

For a moment you were scared. The positions had reset to their default. Would that mean he'd push you off? Say goodnight and never talk about this night again? Returning to the Status Quo. Friends, the end.

Alastor pulled your chin up to look at you. His thumb ran over your cheek, tenderly and full of care. His eyes answered every question in your mind. You weren't scared anymore.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #charlie morningstar #fraugwinskawrites #quick fic #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin smut

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agaypanic · 5 months

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Headcannons on being the Davenports bestfriend 💗

Being Best Friends With the Davenports Headcanons

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A/N: this is probably asking for being best friends with all of them at the same time, but i’m gonna do individual headcanons. also even tho it says davenport, im also adding leo (i know he’s technically a davenport but idk i dont see him as a davenport i see him as a dooley)

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Adam

You always enable and encourage his silly ideas

Which his family doesn’t like much

But you and Adam have fun, so you don’t care much

You help him with his homework a bunch

He doesn’t like asking Chase for help bc he makes him feel really dumb

Your favorite activity is probably going to the zoo bc he loves all the animals

You peeked through the front door of the Davenport’s house. When the coast was clear, you opened the door wider and waved for Adam to come in. How he was gonna hide this when his family saw, you didn’t know.

“What is that?” Leo’s sudden voice made the two of you jump. He had come from down the hall, and was staring at you with an incredulous look and pointed finger.

“Lunch,” Adam answered, pointing at the bag of food in your hand. Leo rolled his eyes, furiously trying to make where he was pointing more obvious.

“No, that!”

You and Adam looked at the alpaca that Leo was pointing to, knowing you were unable to avoid it any longer.

“Oh my gosh, how did that get there?” You asked dumbly, as if you didn’t help Adam break it out of the zoo and bring it home.

“This is definitely the first time I’ve seen this,” Adam said in a faux shocked tone, petting the alpaca’s head. “But since it’s here, we can keep it, right?”

Bree

You guys become extremely close extremely fast

Being surrounded by guys all her life, you’re very refreshing to be around

The two of you love to gossip

About who’s with whom, her siblings’ antics, everything and nothing

You guys like going to the mall to shop, eat, and catch up

Even though you hang out literally every day

“Oh my gosh, did I tell you what happened with my brothers this week?” Bree asked as she looked through a rack of shirts.

“You probably have, but tell me anyway.” You laugh, looking at the clothes with her.

“So Leo likes this girl, right? And Chase comes up with some plan to get her to fall for him- oh, this is cute. Well, anyways, it completely backfires, and she ends up going after Adam.”

“No.” You gasped.

“Yes! And that’s not even the craziest part.” Bree took something off the rack and held it up to you, wanting your opinion. You nodded furiously at the sight, and she grinned, adding it to the try-on pile of clothes she was carrying. “So Chase tells Leo that he’ll talk to the girl for him, and guess what.”

“What? Does she start liking Chase?” You ask jokingly. Bree raised her eyebrows at you and pursed her lips, signaling you were correct. “No!”

“Yes!”

Chase

Yall are that duo at school

Smart, sassy, and pretty

You guys sign up for extracurriculars like science fair and debate club together

Even though he’s literally the smartest man in the world, he likes having you go over his work

Very occasionally, he’ll miss a detail, and you’ll point it out

But he mainly just likes the validation

But you also never hesitate to put him in his place when needed

“Hey, can you read this over for me?” Chase asked as he handed you his laptop. You decided to come over to watch a movie when he suddenly remembered he needed to revise one of his papers for a class.

Pausing the TV, you set the computer on your lap and read the essay. You didn’t comment until you were finished, handing the laptop back to Chase.

“Pretty good.” You said, playing the movie again.

“I knew it.” Chase gloated, reclining on the couch next to you. “Perks of being the smartest guy ever.”

“Yeah, well, you also misspelled ‘and,’ genius.” You laughed as you watched him scramble for his computer, looking through every word to find the mistake. “Perks of not knowing how to type, I guess.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, fixing the error and crossing his arms with a pout.

Leo

The blind leading the blind

You encourage all of his delusions, mainly because you think it’s funny

You two are a comedic duo tbh

You guys bounce off each other really well

Before the bionic trio, you always defended Leo from bullies

You still do sometimes

Leo was currently talking your ear off about his current crush, some girl named Danielle. This was part of your guys’ routine. He’d tell you about someone he liked, you’d tell him that the two of them were meant to be, something would go wrong, you’d laugh about it, and then Leo would find someone new the next week.

“We’re so close to being boyfriend and girlfriend; I can feel it!” He said excitedly.

“Oh yeah.” You nodded, trying to suppress a laugh. “I know that if I had a boyfriend, I’d want him to be my human footstool because it’s what I deserve.”

“Exactly! You’re like the only one who gets it.”

“Ooh, there she is now.” You said, looking over his shoulder to see his girl of the week at her locker. “She came into the same hallway you’re in, so she clearly wants to see you. You should go talk to her.”

“Really?” Leo asked, slowly standing up. You nodded and pushed him in Danielle’s direction, waiting for everything to unfold.

Leo somehow found the courage to talk to Danielle, but it was a pretty short conversation. When she walked away, she looked at him from over her shoulder and said goodbye.

“See you later, Lenny!”

The name made you bust out laughing, almost weak in the knees to stand up and go over to the now somewhat sad boy.

“Better luck next time, Lenny.” You said, patting his shoulder and laughing some more.

#agaypanic #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport #bree davenport #bree davenport x reader #adam davenport x reader #adam davenport #leo dooley x reader #leo dooley #lab rats x reader #lab rats

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yan-lorkai · 1 year

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"Oh honey, I know, I know." Your soft best friend's voice sounded over your ears like some kind of balm, Vil held your weeping figure close to his chest, tracing the strands of your hair as he tried his best to soothe you.

The tears drying in your eyes were a painful reminder of how you found out your little crush was spreading horrible rumors about you as well as calling you names. And you normally wouldn't care but it didn't make sense. In all of your interactions, he'd been so sweet and caring.

If it was anyone else who told you this unfortunate news, maybe you wouldn't have believed it. But Vil and Rook wouldn't lie to you, they had no reason to and so, you let yourself fall apart.

Because you was one step away from declaring yourself to that colleague. Just as you were one step away from declaring to several other people that you had liked in the past. And maybe fate hates you because all the guys you liked were assholes. All of them without exception did something that broke your heart and destroyed your confidence. And all of them without exception always fell to their knees and begged your forgiveness, said that they did nothing wrong and that someone had set them up.

What a ridiculous excuse, you thought.

"I'll never let another boy hurt you ever again." Vil spoke after a long time in silence, lilac eyes stared at your sad form still lying on his chest and you didn't feel the slightest desire to get up at any time in the future. If only he wasn't so strict, you'd already be eating your second pot of ice cream and listening to sad songs. "No one else will hurt you, I promise."

Half sniffling, half laughing, you looked at him like he was the most precious thing you'd ever seen. His friendship and his ever so sure words always gave you a sense of security, and until you found a way to go home you hoped he would stay by your side.

"But what if they try anyway?" Your voice was weak, fearful. You almost didn't want to fall in love with anyone else if it meant someone could cheat on you, lie to you, or, like this time, spread rumors about you.

"If they try anything I'll be there." Another voice sounded in the room almost making you jump. And the door opened, revealing Rook who was carrying an incredibly red pie. The scent of strawberries wafting through the air. His green eyes took you in slowly, memorizing every little thing. "Mon ange, as long as we're by your side, there's no reason to be afraid of anything or anyone. But let's think about something else now, oui?"

Vil eyed the pie suspiciously. He looked about to protest when you looked at him with your best puppy dog eyes, begging him to just let you have a bite of the delicious dessert Rook had probably spent some time trying to bake.

The model let out a sigh but was quick to remove the plate from the hunter's hands while the other, silly and cheerful, helped you to sit down and dropped a kiss on your forehead. The little things they did warm your heart and make you forget about it almost effectively.

"Say ah, Mon Ange." Rook encouraged, massaging your shoulders and kissing your neck softly.

And you rolled your eyes. "Ah!"

Vil spooned the pie over to you, watching as you happily ate it. The image was enough to make his heart ache with so much pent up affection, the model looked at his astute companion and they both found they felt the same way about you. Affection. Love. A will to protect you. You were just a little bunny who hopped up to its predators and decided it wanted to be close to them.

So like a little bunny you were captured.

"Vil…Rok…" Your words all blended together as black dots danced over your eyes. Everything around you was so light, so cold and the last thing you saw was the expression on your friends' faces as you passed out.

You don't know but one day, you'll thank them for protecting you from the asshole guys you thought you fell in love with. Oh, if only you knew what they were saying, what they were doing, your friends couldn't sit back and watch it happen. They had to act and get rid of them, an accident is always convenient and afterwards they could always smother you with their love, the love you seemed to need.

"Let's get them to a safe place." Hummed Rook looking excited. And Vil agreed.

#yandere rook hunt #yandere vil schoenheit #platonic yandere #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook x yuu #yandere vil x reader #yandere vil x yuu #twst vil #twst rook #twisted wonderland #lorkai imagine #tw yandere #tw drugging #tw kidnapping

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Hate that I love you. (Part 01)

Characters: Kyotani Kentaro x Female Reader (slight mention of Toru Oikawa)

Warning: Foul Language

Kentaro Kyotani does not want to admit that he remembers how he met you. If anybody heard the way he spoke with such delicacy and softness about that moment, they would immediately assume that he is in love with you. Which he is, but he would rather be kicked in the balls than admitting something like that.

He met you in the bustling halls of the elementary school, among the giggles and chatter of the other kids. His heart was captured as he saw you, as you made your way to ask him if you could play with him.

“C-Can I play with you?” You stuttered, as you looked him in the eyes.

How come you weren’t scared of him? How come you didn’t flinch away from him like the other kids did?

“Whatever,” He replied as he rolled his eyes, trying to be nonchalant about it. As if his heart wasn’t jumping out of excitement.

You were his first friend.

And his first crush…

At first, he dismisses it as a passing fancy, a silly crush destined to fade with time. But as years slipped by, your presence remained a constant warmth in his life.

Because you were more than just his friend, you were his confidante, his ally in the maze of school life. You helped him with assignments, shared your notes and nudged him towards success. When he stumbled, you were there to pick him up, encouragement a steady anchor in stormy seas.

You made him laugh until his sides hurt, the one who he would share his deepest secrets with beneath the shade of the playful tree, the one who sat as you scolded him with a gentle hand when he veered off course.

The only girl, apart from his mom that he treated kindly as if you were delicate like a leaf, as if your feelings were build out of crystal.

But why does it seem that fate plays a cruel hand?

Why are you dating that idiot? Why are you dating his captain?

Yes, he knew you had a crush on his captain for a while. But he thought that you would know by time that Toru Oikawa it’s a fuckboy. That he collects girls like pokemon cards and does not give a single fuck.

“You do know the kind of guy he is…. Right?” He said, his voice low and hesitant. “Like it’s not a secret…”

“Ken, I know the rumors,” You began, “But that doesn’t mean they are true.”

He clenched his jaw, fighting back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He knew he had no right to feel this way, but jealousy gnawed at him from the inside out.

“What do you mean they are not true?” He spoke, “He has like a hundred exes,” He sighed

You tilted your head. studying him with those kind eyes that had ensnared his heart from the very beginning. "I know his reputation, Ken. But people can change. And Toru... he's been different with me. He's been... kind."

The word struck him like a blow to the chest. Kind. Wasn't that what he had always strived to be for you? Yet here you were, finding kindness in the arms of someone else. "Sweet words don't mean anything, you know," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the ground. "He's just using them to get what he wants."

A gentle hand on his arm made him look up, meeting her gaze once more. "Ken, are you... jealous?"

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken truths.His heart raced, his mind scrambling for an excuse, a way to deflect the truth that threatened to spill from his lips. "What? No way! I'm just... I'm just worried about you, that's all."

You smiled, a bittersweet expression that tore at his soul. "I appreciate your concern, Ken Ken. But I can take care of myself. And I want to give Toru a chance. Can't you support me in this?"

His throat tightened with the words he longed to say, the confession he dared not speak aloud. "Of course," he forced out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll support you, no matter what."

You leaned in to hug him, Kyotani closed his eyes, willing himself to swallow the bitter taste of unspoken love. But as your arms wrapped around him, he couldn't help but wonder... would he ever find the courage to tell you the truth?

Reblogs, notes and comments are appreciated <3

#haikyuu #hq fluff #hq x reader #oikawa toru #kyotani kentaro #female reader #oikawa x reader #kyotani x reader #mad dog #hq angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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shattersstar · 8 months

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ok but we need to hear more about college dick now👀👀

hehe ask and u shall receive because ohhh myyy dick in college is such a messsssssss but like so pretty it’s almost unfair

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i love the idea of dick and a bunch of his friends getting a house together with the intent of being Normal for the first time in a while, which means being absolute menaces as most 20 smth yr old guys are

very much known for being a party house bordering a frat but all the guys r so nice that it’s rlly hard to think of them like that. it’s a space where he can let go, feel like himself and with the encouragement of his friends, dick puts the brakes on like relationship hunting and just has fun..

he’s been in pretty committed relationships since he was old enough to be and has always struggled with casual dating let alone sleeping with people he barely know. but when dick learns there r ppl out there looking for the same thing and not everyone wants to b the next future ex mr/mrs. grayson it makes it a lil easier to be his charming self with no bounds <33

and then he mets you and it’s the usual routine, flirting you to his bedroom which is in the basement—of course—well alllllmost doing so until you vanish out of his grasp for reasons dick cannot discern (you weren’t here for him silly)

and while he’s not like one of those oh i wanted to hit and couldn’t so im gonna chase you types, dick does have to reconcile with the fact your friends with roy and spend a lot of time at the house now

which also means he learns how cool you r and how goofy he feels for just tryna sleep with you

and despite his friends vouching for him you really only see (and have heard the numerous rumours) dick as a rich playboy and that’s not for you. plus he’s def a business or poli sci major……….but with a psych minor bc it feels the most practical despite how boring dick finds most of his classes

though when he realizes your both in a psych elective together he’s all toothy grins and obnoxious air which isn’t helping his case but of course he’s a decent student and when you mentioned hating statistics—you were stuck with the worse prof outta the two—dick jumped at the chance to help

you were sooooooo skeptical and even though agreed you kept brushing him off until dick just started helping you when you were over to hang out. he drops a textbook in your lap while sitting in roy’s bed or starts reviewing your notes and adding examples while your hanging out on the living room floor building lego sets with everyone else.

and dick did that a lot—sure it was his house and roy was his best friend along with all of his other housemates but dick never hesitated to insert himself into whatever you were doing when you came over. and it shouldn’t surprised you but everyone being so..unbothered by it had you confused. like maybe that’s how dick is but it spoke bounds to their closeness and was the First time you actually saw a little more to dick than just some campus hottie douchebag who threw parties to get laid

and while you weren’t about to tell dick that, you did start coming over with the intent of working on stats together. it usually meant dick having to re-lecture whatever your prof barely managed to explain and helping you with the page long equations needed for assignments

and dick keeps it as platonic as possible, on a mission to prove he’s not the person you think he is and not only because he wanted to be with you—well yeah he does—but because dick cares what you think about him. he knows his friends care about you and value what you have to say and he wants you to know it’s the same for him

and maaaybe you see that too but dick needs to suffer a little more

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bonus: you talk to dick abt ppl you’re interested in at some point (either genuinely or to mess with him) when he insists on always hanging out with you and roy. and while he gives advice with a smile, still trying to prove his capacity for mature, platonic relationships, dick screams into his pillow later that night when he goes over the convo again and again and agai—

bonus bonus: he’s probably on the school’s gymnastics team <3

#very loosely formatted as most things written in my notes r #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #writing

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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bestie I have another fic idea I'm too lazy to write 😂

how about reader just moved into the trailer park and they live alone except for a dog (preferably large bc my fur babies are big too 🥺) and Eddie sees them playing outside when he's getting into/out of his van but then the dog runs towards him and tackles him and licks his face and stuff and that's how he and reader meet and become friends 😍 also wayne says he doesn't want the dog inside his trailer but eventually he and the pup become best friends (like all other reluctant dads who say they don't want a dog 😂) and they keep each other company while Eddie and reader are at school. something soft and fluffy please madame ily endlessly 🥺🥰

AN | You always have the best ideas, my love! And this is just too cute 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You were new in the neighborhood - if you could even call the trailer park as such. But you liked the place for now, and everyone you’d encountered so far was nothing but friendly and kind. It was much more than you had expected.

There was, however, one neighbor you hadn’t met yet; the trailer across and one over. You knew it was occupied because you’d noticed two vehicles coming and going. Maybe one day you’d meet your mysterious new neighbors…maybe you’d even make them a nice, fresh plate of cookies.

Your thoughts, and staring out of the window, were interrupted with a big lick across your cheek. You blinked a few times before laughing fondly and looking down to find your best boy, Pancakes, standing there with his tail wagging. You scratched his ears, before leaning down to press a kiss to his snout.

“What?” you asked when he nudged your hand with his nose, huffing playfully, “you wanna go outside and play?”

He perked up as soon as he heard the play, already on the way to the door. You grabbed his ball and frisbee, and followed him outside.

Pancakes led the way into the fading late afternoon sun, softly barking to encourage you to hurry up. You shook your head fondly at him; he really was your best friend and had been through so many tough times but also so many good times. You wouldn't have changed it for the world.

"Ready?" you really didn't even need to ask, the excitement evident through his body. You showed him the ball before tossing it to the other side of what would be considered your yard. He ran off eagerly, almost falling over his own feet, "careful, silly boy!"

He barked, almost as if he was talking back before bringing the ball back to you. You were in your own little world, you didn't notice that for the first time you were able to catch a glimpse of your neighbor.

Eddie Munson stepped out of his van and landed on his feet with a small oof. You'd immediately caught his attention and he couldn't help but stare at you. He'd wondered who had moved into the trailer near his, but he hadn't quite expected it to be you. You were breathtaking and magnetic, reeling him in like a moth to a flame.

But it wasn't you that noticed him first - it was Pancakes. The big, fluffy dark haired dog zoned in on Eddie right away, dropping his ball before running over to the boy. You didn't realize what was going on until you turned around and saw the dog running happily.

"Pancakes!" you groaned as you chased after him, "Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes! Stop!"

But you never stood a chance; once your dog had made his mind up, there was no stopping him. He bounded up to the boy and jumped up onto him, trying to lick his face and get all the pets.

"Hi buddy," you winced at how sweet the boy sounded despite almost getting knocked over by your dog, "you just want all the pets, huh?"

"Pancakes!" you stood in front of him and gave him the most stern voice you could, "get down! You can't just maul our neighbors with love. You gotta make friends first!"

"Did you just say…Pancakes?" the boy’s curly head whipped in your direction as he studied you with a curious expression. The dog finally calmed down and jumped off him, instead circling and nuzzling his legs.

“Y-yeah,” you admitted with a sheepish little smile, “his name is Pancakes. Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes when he’s being naughty. Such as now.”

You attempted to give him a stern glare, but didn’t have it in your heart. As soon as he looked back at you with those big, soft brown eyes, any annoyance instantly went away. Little did you know that the boy in front of you would have a similar effect on you in the future.

“That’s rad,” oh. He had a very nice smile, all toothy, dimple-displaying, and magical. He reached down to give Pancakes from scratches, cooing softly at the big dog, “he’s cool. You must be too if he's your dog. You just moved in, right?”

“Yeah,” your face warmed up under his gaze and you felt the desire to hide your face, “a few weeks ago. I was wondering when we’d finally meet actually. I’ve met everyone else here.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you nodded. He held out his hand, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from completely losing it. He had nice fucking hands, “funny, I was just wondering the same thing about you. I’m Eddie. Munson. Eddie Munson.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie Munson,” you let his larger hand engulf yours as you gave him a firm shake and told him your name, “and you’ve met Pancakes, obviously. Sorry about him - he’s just such a lover and thinks everyone wants to be his friend.”

“Well, he’s very smart because I do want to be his friend,” he grinned, bending down to scratch his chest as Pancakes nuzzled into his touch, “yeah, you’re a good boy, huh?”

“He’s the best,” you agreed softly, “but I might be biased.”

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, “hey, it was nice to meet you, and I’d really love to stay, but I have a meeting I need to get to. I’m sorry.”

“Oh no, Eddie, there’s no need to apologize,” you insisted, sad to see him go even though you’d known him for a total of about five minutes, “really. And I apologize again for his very…boisterous introduction.”

“No need to apologize,” he echoed your words with the most sincere smile, “hey - see you around? Soon I hope…”

“Yeah,” you nodded, probably more eagerly than you should have, “I hope so too, Eddie. Hey - one sec! What’s your favorite type of cookie?”

“Chocolate chip,” he beamed brightly, making your knees weak, “chocolate chip.”

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That was the day you’d met Eddie Munson, and as you would later on realize, fell in love with him.

He’d made good on his promise to see you again soon, sheepishly knocking on your door. The timing was immaculate, as you’d just finished up putting together a plate of freshly baked cookies for him. You’d let him, he’d munched on the cookies, and Pancakes reaped the rewards of getting to go on a walk with both of you.

He’d always been friendly with other people, but he’d never been as friendly with anyone so much as Eddie. It was like he’d picked out his other person, and neither of you knew it at the time.

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“Pancakes!” you groaned at yourself for dropping his leash, but either way you knew you were no match for his excitement. When he made up his mind on something, his mind was made up. And right now, he really wanted to go and see his favorite people - the Munsons, “Pancakes, you can’t just let yourself in!”

You ran after him to the Munsons’ trailer, but by the time you caught up, he was already pushing his way inside, nudging the screen door open with his head. You shook your head in exasperation as you rapped your knuckles on the door and let yourself in, although announcing yourself was unnecessary.

“Hi sweetheart,” you heard Eddie’s warm voice before you saw him, quickly wrapped up in his arms as you squealed in delight. He peppered your face in kisses as Pancakes excitedly sniffed around for anything that had changed since the last time he was there…which was yesterday, “oh, how I’ve missed you beautiful girl.”

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” you couldn’t help but smile at him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “but I missed you too, Eddie bear.”

Pancakes made a small sound, almost as if trying to make sure you didn’t forget he was there, and rubbed against his leg. Without skipping a beat, Eddie leaned down to kiss the top of the dog’s head, “hello to you too, good boy.”

“I’m almost ready to go, just running a few behind,” he grimaced slightly and gave you a meek little smile. You shook your head and touched his cheek, nudging him in the direction of his bedroom, “you’re the best babe. Most metal ever.”

“Hush,” yeah, you really loved this man. He quickly ducked down the hall, Pancakes trailing after him. It was then that Wayne came in and shook his head in amusement at the sight of you.

“Am I watching that rotten scoundrel of a dog again tonight?” There was no malice behind his words, affection lacing them as he made himself comfortable in his recliner.

“You don’t have to do that, Wayne,” you promised softly, going into the small kitchenette to pour him a cup of coffee. That man could drink coffee at any time of day, “I was going to leave him at mine. I don’t want to always stick you with him; he can deal with one night alone.”

“No, no,” he shook his head and you turned around to grab a mug, a knowing little smile on your face. Despite his grumblings and protests, you knew it was all a front. He’d initially been hesitant to allow the big dog inside the trailer, but after their initial meeting, you knew that the two were like peas in a pod. You saw the affectionate way Wayne was with Pancakes, and you’d caught them more than a few times, asleep on the couch together, which if you ever called him out on it he would vehemently deny, “the dog can stay here, it’ll be warm anyway.”

“If you insist,” you brought him his cup of brew, “I know better than to argue with a Munson man.”

“Thank you darling,” he gratefully took the warm cup, “don’t know what my nephew did to deserve you, but damn he did something right.”

“Very funny,” you teased, knowing full well that he was only joking.

“Yeah, Eddie’s a good boy,” he nodded gruffly, “he deserves happiness, and to feel cared for. You’ve done a good job of that; the boy’s smitten with you. Just…don’t break his heart, that’s all I’m asking of you.”

“I would never,” you promised softly, “I would never. He means way too much to me.”

“You’re good kids,” the corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly as Pancakes came over to him, lying down at his feet, “and he’s a good one too…I guess.”

You said nothing, but your smile said it all. Almost as if his ears were burning Eddie popped out of his bedroom and started to pad down the hallway. He didn’t stop until he was at your side, putting an arm around your shoulders as he greeted his uncle, “I see you’ve got your best friend hanging out tonight.”

“Don’t start with me boy,” he waved him off, “I tolerate him at best. You two better get going now, don’t want you coming back too late and waking me up.”

“Alright old man,” Eddie snorted in amusement, “we’ll see you later. Come on sweetheart, we should let these two have their fun.”

“Let’s go,” you agreed, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together, “behave while we’re gone!”

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“What?” you were sitting across from Eddie, on a big blanket outside of Lover’s Lake. He’d suggested coming out here after your dinner and movie date night, and you weren’t about to say no. It had been a wonderful evening, that had found you sitting cross-legged across from the pretty boy, looking at the stars and talking about anything and everything that crossed your minds. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“What do you mean what?” he teased softly, reaching over and playing with a lock of your hair. You playfully rolled your eyes before wrapping your fingers around his wrist and bringing his hand to your mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. You swore you could hear him sighing wistfully.

“What’re you staring at me for?” you gently pushed his hand back towards him, “is there something on my face?”

“Yes,” he answered seriously, causing you to drag your fingertips along the contours of your face. He laughed, that beautiful, magical sound you loved so much before pulling your hand away from your face, “only beauty. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Stop,” you couldn’t help the bashful expression that crossed your face as you tried to hide your face. But he kept you from hiding your face by gently pulling your hands away, “Eddie.”

“I mean it,” he smiled softly, clutching your hand tightly in one of his, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

"So dramatic," you tried to play off his affections, but it was no use. You knew he meant it and that he'd never let you forget, "just for the record, I think you're very beautiful too."

"Flatterer," he sighed but there was a tinge of pink that rose up in his cheeks that you could see even in the faint moonlight, "good for you that it's working."

You couldn't stop yourself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to his soft, plush lips. His hand found the back of your neck and he held you close, thumb gently stroking along your jaw, "I love you."

Your lips parted as your mouth formed a small o in surprise. You knew he loved you, of course you did, but neither of you had said those three little words out loud before. He must have panicked from your lack of response because his pretty brown eyes grew wide and he pulled back with a nervous expression on his face, "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to-"

“Say it again,” your eyes were wide and innocent, searching his as a timid smile grew on his face, “please.”

“I love you,” he repeated softly, his smile growing with each passing second.

“I love you,” as soon as words left your mouth, Eddie’s expression shifted and his whole face lit up with happiness. His large hands found your face and he gently stroked your cheek, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” he traced his thumb along your bottom lip, tilting his head to the side and looking at you more like a puppy than anything else, “like you’re something precious that deserves to be loved?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously, but he cut you off with a soft kiss, pushing away any remaining doubts and worries you had. When he pulled back you nodded softly, “something like that.”

“Well you are,” he settled his hands on your hips and gently pulled you into his lap, “and I’ll make sure you always know that.”

“You already do,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to nudge your nose against, “every day. I can only hope to do the same for you.”

“Trust me,” he agreed, “you and Pancakes.”

“I knew it,” you couldn’t help the bits of laughter that bubbled up as he offered you a crooked, dopey little smile, “I knew you only liked me because of my dog.”

“I mean, I did meet him first-”

“He almost mowed you down,” you reminded him, “and covered you in dog slobber!”

“It was all out of affection,” he insisted, causing you to scoff slightly, “I didn’t mind. Besides, it allowed me to meet you.”

“You would have met me either way,” you gently poked his side, causing him to squirm as he giggled, “I was going to come over and introduce myself anyway. Cookies and all - you only got to choose because I had the opportunity to meet you first.”

“Because of Pancakes!”

“Because of…” you put a finger to his lips, but he simply pressed a kiss to it, “because of fate. We were meant to meet and we would have done it either way!”

“He just helped it along,” oh, he loved pushing your buttons, “that’s all.”

“I’m starting to wonder if you just love me for my dog.”

“Absolutely not,” he insisted firmly, “I love you most of all, more than anything. Everything else is just a bonus.”

“Good,” you hugged him as tightly as you could, “now you may kiss me all you want.”

“I like the sound of that!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time the two of you got home it was late; later than you had expected to get back, so it wasn’t a surprise that you found Wayne on the couch, fast asleep and snoring lightly. The TV was still on playing some random movie, but the best part of all was Pancakes, curled up on the couch next to Wayne, his head resting on his leg and Wayne’s arm draped over his side.

You and Eddie exchanged a knowing little look but remained silent as he went to turn off the TV and you grabbed a blanket to gently cover them up. Despite his initial reluctance to having the big dog in his home, complaining about him being too big, too messy, too much of a nuisance, all of that had quickly melted away once he’d met the dog.

From then on, the two of them had been thick as thieves, although Wayne would never admit that. Wayne Munson wasn’t a dog person, nope…definitely not. When anyone else was around. He often volunteered to watch Pancakes when you were at school at the local college and Eddie finished up his final senior year. He insisted that the dog wouldn’t like being alone so much, but you knew that the two of them had formed some sort of special bond. You loved the way you had easily fallen into life with the Munsons.

“Do you think we should wake them up?” you looked over at Eddie who shook his head in amusement.

“Nah,” he grinned, “I think the two of them look pretty damn comfortable. Let them sleep.”

“Yeah,” you took his hand and started to pull towards his bedroom, “maybe we should do the same thing.”

“You want to sleep?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively as you shrugged innocently, “tired, pretty girl?”

“I didn’t say that,” you grinned as pressed some big, smacking kisses to his cheeks, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he closed his bedroom behind him and watched happily as you made yourself comfortable on his bed, “so much.”

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IMPORTANT: Hello! My old account, Lovemari, got deleted. Therefore, I had to make a new one. I'm honestly pretty upset about this so I'll take some time to recover! Thankfully, all my posts are saved as I write them in google docs before posting. Please like and reblog so I can reach my old followers and potentially new ones!

Wanderer - His Mission

Reminder: I'm not an experienced writer so construction criticism is always welcome! Also, I write for fun. I just wanted to share my work around the world!

Wanderer was like a dog protecting his owner. Sitting high up in that tree, eavesdropping on your conversation with the students from the Sumeru Akademiya. He was almost like a hawk, about to pounce on his prey at any given moment.

That was the mission he offered to do. When Nahida mentioned that you're being hunted by someone anonymous, Wanderer immediately offered to watch over you. He also wanted to see you more, which, of course, he didn't admit to Nahida.

Wanderer groaned. He had the urge to talk to you. At the same time, he was somewhat uneasy about it. After all, if he was going to hit up a conversation with you, it would mean he's letting his guard down.

The students waved goodbye as they walked off, leaving you alone and vulnerable. Anything could happen and Wanderer was ready for the worst.

That was, until you looked at him, “Don't think I didn't notice you, silly.” You chuckled. Wanderer smirked, “At least you're aware.” You raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Wanderer flew down to your level and extended his arm to you, “C'mon, grab my hand. I'm taking you to dinner.” You were getting suspicious but it's not like you couldn't say no to food. Besides, Wanderer knows the best places to grab a bite.

Wanderer grinned, “We're here.” He announced. It was a place you didn't recognize. Though, judging by the clothes of the guests, it must've been a place for the more wealthy part of Sumeru. You backed away, “...Wanderer? I think this place is a little above me.” You fretted. You weren't really used to being in high end places.

Wanderer gave you a soft smile, something that was rare for him to do, “Don't be like this. If I were you, I'd take this opportunity.” He encouraged you. With those words, you went to the table you've been assigned to and grabbed the menu.

Meanwhile, Wanderer was looking everywhere. He knew this anonymous person would be here. He stopped his head when he saw someone staring at you.

Wanderer slowly got up and snuck behind them. Shocked, he saw this person using his Kamera to take photos of you?! Wanderer hissed, “I've found you.” He confronted. The man quickly jumped, too nervous to say anything.

Wanderer gives him his famous death state, “Why are you taking photos of them?” He snarled. The man backed away, “I-I love them!” He admitted. Wanderer was disgusted, for sure, “So you take photos of them?!” He snapped. The man nodded his head.

Meanwhile, on your side, you were looking at the menu. You bit your nail, trying to decide what was the cheapest option. You didn't want Wanderer to spend too much mora on you.

You looked around, hoping for Wanderer to show himself. He said he “had to do something” and that he needed “a few minutes”.

You heard a smug voice, “I'm back.” You let out a sigh of relief, it was Wanderer, “You’re here. I thought you ditched me.” Wanderer only gave you a chill look, “Me? Never. Now, let's get out food. You must be pretty hungry.”

Wanderer looked proud, “Nahida. I finished the task.” Nahida clapped her hands, “Thank you. I'm glad they're safe now.” Wanderer agreed, “Yeah. Me too.” Nahida gave him a little smirk, “So~ How did your date go?” Wanderer's calm demeanor went to a little shock, “Tch..It wasn't a date.” He assured Nahida. She didn't say anything. After all, she wanted Wanderer to take his time to realize when it's time to confess to you.

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"Kindred Spirits" Chapt. 3

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: In this chapter, we get some more of Aemond's perspective and his first impression of the reader. Feedback is welcome and appreciated! <3

TW: afab!reader, soulmate AU, talk about religion/piety, arranged marriage, Aemond being an arrogant and insecure dick

Summary: Being a highborn lady, a love match is out of the question for you, much less a match with your soulmate. You're not even told about the intricacies of what meeting your soulmate entails. When you are tricked into a betrothal to Aemond Targaryen by your parents, you don't know how to handle things. The Prince's cold demeanor is off-putting, but he is also the only one who is willing to help you, the only one you can depend on. Just how is all this going to play out?

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„So they caught you too now, I see. Enjoy your last moments of freedom.“

„We must all face the walk to the gallows one day.“

„Best hope she’s pliable, brother.“

„You have me to thank for I prepared you for your wedding night.“

Those were the comments Crown Prince Aegon thought to be appropriate to say the moment he knew of his brother’s betrothal. They were said through giggles, hiccups, and the wiggling of eyebrows - with a cup of Dornish wine in hand. Aemond knew better than to give his red-faced brother the satisfaction of a reaction to his words, merely rolling his eyes. He had hoped against hope that his brother would take the news maturely, and not slur these vulgar comments completely unbecoming of a Crown Prince.

But now that Prince Aemond found himself in the chamber that the Queen had chosen in a calm part of the Keep, he truly did feel like a lamb led to slaughter. He couldn’t help it, as much as he told himself to keep it together, to force his mind to understand that this was his duty - a duty that hundreds of his ancestors had done before him, so that he could have the honour to do now as they had done then – he couldn’t help the sense of doom, that hung over him like a heavy black cloud.

His mother simply offered him a compassionate smile when she saw him pacing the room nervously, fidgeting with his hands, biting the skin around his nails. She didn’t think that he was aware of how much of his anxiety he was showing – he was so completely occupied with his thoughts that he didn’t notice what his body was doing. Yet, when he heard the two voices outside the doors coming closer, he stood still as if rooted to the spot, looking at his mother, wide-eyed. Then he jumped into action, in two quick strides he was by her side, adjusting his eyepatch and smoothing down his jacket. The prideful facade was back up. He chose to keep his hands clasped in front of his body, but immediately changed his mind and decided to put them behind his back when he noticed that they were shaking.

His body had betrayed his mind. The Prince had been convinced that he was well prepared, that he would be calm – after all, he had gone through every possible scenario, knew how he would choose to react to each of them. Yet, his heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he could barely hear the servant's voice when he announced Lord Barryn and his daughter.

The tension that he thought would rip apart his body that instant lessened when she entered. The anxious anticipation was over. It was done. There was no retreating now.

He felt silly when his first thought was criticism of Lord Barryn’s decision making. What kind of portrait painter did the House Barryn employ? Usually, nobility tended to encourage the painter to portray his subjects in a more…comely fashion - in the case of the Barryn’s, the opposite seemed to be the case. It wasn’t that the young Lady Barryn looked completely different, he had simply gotten so used to the specific features in the portraits that he had studied meticulously for hours. She looked better than he had anticipated was all.

His mother was overjoyed at the young lady’s arrival. Of course, she found a few quick words of welcome for Lord Barryn, but the introduction Aemond had been preparing for for months now, was cut short, as his mother seemed to want the young lady’s company all for herself.

The Queen introduced them to each other, but before he could get a word in, Lady Barryn was already under the scrutiny of his mother. He even missed the opportunity to get a better look at her face, as he was bowing his head slightly when they were introduced, as was custom, and then she was already whisked away by the Queen. Baffled, he watched the situation as it unfolded before him.

The Queen couldn’t contain her excitement as she was taking a good look at Lady Barryn from all sides, squeezing the lady’s hands in hers, even caressing her face, and finding words of welcome Prince Aemond had never heard her speak before.

He sensed that something was amiss though, when he caught a glimpse of the face of his intended. What had been light puzzlement before, had now turned into earnest confusion. His mother must have realized the same, as she took a step back, feeling that her behaviour was slightly exaggerated.

Lady Barryn had turned to her father, and Aemond watched the silent exchange of words between them intently, with crossed arms. Something was going on here, and he wasn’t aware of what it was. He hadn’t prepared for a scenario like this.

But then she snapped her head around and he knew instantly that the pure horror on her face was intended for him. It dawned on him that his mother probably hadn’t sent any portraits of him – Lady Barryn didn’t know that he was the one she was supposed to marry...She hadn’t been told about his missing eye.

Of course, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to marry someone who was pleasant to look at, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of disenchantment. Up until now he had had the hope that she would see him differently than the ladies at court. He had spent hours looking at her face in the portraits, reading the letters over and over again that described her character and habits in more detail. He convinced himself that he did all this to prepare himself for the upcoming introduction to his betrothed. Yet, as much as wanted to keep a realistic perspective on his engagement, knowing that it was a purely political deal, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, she would accept his appearance as it was. It was one of his innermost desires, to find someone with whom he would belong, someone who was free from prejudice, someone who could offer him a fresh start at life – of course, he couldn’t admit that to himself, his entire carefully built facade would crumble if he did. He had put his most ardent wishes on a piece of canvas, and now he had to face his punishment for getting his hopes up – the cruel realisation that she was nothing like he had hoped. Needless to say, he only had himself to blame. The cruel side of him looked on in merciless satisfaction as the small hopeful part of his mind was obliterated. He deserved this feeling of shame – his defeatist side was right: he shouldn’t have hoped.

Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke her first words after the initial shock. „W-what?“ Yet, he heard her loud and clear. „Why didn’t you-“, she pleaded, but was instantly interrupted by the hushed voice of her father. Then a short moment later, she turned around to his mother and him again. Aemond had been straining to hear her whispers before, so he almost flinched, as her voice seemed abnormally loud when she spoke normally again. „Right!“, she said, exhaling sharply.

He wasn’t sure whom she was trying to convince with that plastered smile, but it fooled his mother apparently. He attentively mustered the young lady while she exchanged pleasantries with the Queen. Careful not to seem too interested, he exchanged a polite smile with Lord Barryn, to whom his mother soon turned her attention.

„Lord Barryn, I take it the crossing wasn’t as calm as I had hoped ?“

Good Gods, could she make her intentions anymore obvious?

„You must tell me more about your journey here while I show you the gardens, the blood-blooms are so beautiful this time of year!“

If he wasn’t so intent on portraying self-assuredness, Aemond would’ve looked down to the floor, and prayed to the Seven that it might open and swallow him whole. He couldn’t endure bearing witness to this embarrassing attempt at tactfulness.

After bowing slightly to his mother and Lord Barryn when they left, he took his usual position again. Crossed arms, head held high, stubbornly staring at the wall across the room.

If she was so shallow as to not approach him because of a simple scar, she was much more vapid than he had thought. He didn’t want to marry her any more than she wanted to marry him! He had no need of someone who judged him at once on their first encounter.

Of course, he had noticed her examining gaze before, he immediately recognized it - it was this sort of gaze that he had grown up with. Inquisitive, disparaging, condemning.

He swore by the seven Hells that he would not give her the pleasure of trying to start this conversation, forced on them by their parents.

„I take it you knew, my Lord?“, Lady Barryn interrupted his thoughts then, lifting her chin arrogantly.

Knew what? That he would marry her? That they were betrothed? Of course he did. The question almost made him laugh out loud. What kind of betrothal would it be if one of the parties wasn’t aware of the fact that – oh.

No , surely, they would have told her about – it was no matter! It wasn’t his fault that they found themselves in this situation, and nothing changed about the fact that she was as arrogant and judgmental as the rest of the ladies in King’s Landing. He refused to feel any sort of compassion for her.

„I did“, he said quickly. Maybe this was the reason she was so thorny – what he had noticed of her character so far didn’t fit his mother’s description at all. Nobody would be pleasant to be around if they had just found out that they were tricked into marriage. He wondered if he would want to marry her even less than he already did if she really was deceived into all this.

Aemond noticed that no word came from the Lady in front of him, making this entire situation even more unpleasant. Apparently, she was more stubborn than he had gathered from the descriptions in the letters.

„I was told about your family background, the house Barryn, your faith, your personal interests, your talents -“, he listed, before being rudely interrupted by Lady Barryn.

„Pray tell, what don’t you know about me?“ She sounded truly frustrated with his knowledge about her person, even if it wasn’t much. The things he listed about her were the simple basics. He had been given this knowledge about all the ladies who were suggested to him. However, if she thought that this was a lot already, he wondered how much she knew of him? It couldn’t be much if she was already so upset about the few things he had just told her. Of course, he wouldn’t tell her about him reading her parents’ letters, or asking the Queen for more details.

This was getting more disagreeable by the second. Awkwardly, he put his clammy hands behind his back. He was still a man of honour, as stubborn as he was. So in order to not embarrass her further, he kept quiet. He was positive that Lady Barryn would go up in flames, should she get to hear all the things he knew.

As honourable as his intention was, his action seemed to have the opposite effect of what he was hoping to achieve.

His silence only seemed to have confirmed her worst beliefs.

„Right,“ she said quickly, smoothing down her skirts. He knew this gesture to be one of nervousness; he did the same thing with his eyepatch or his jacket when he tried to reassure himself in uncomfortable situations.

„I believe this matter to be settled then. Please excuse me, my Lord, I’m excruciatingly tired from the journey.“

He only realised what had happened when she had already curtseyed and was on her way out the door. He didn’t expect her to leave so quickly, this was the first time they had gotten the opportunity to get to know each other, at least a little bit.

Aemond didn’t know what had come over him, but he reached out for her, knowing that he could never bring himself to say that he wanted them to continue their conversation.

She caught his movement from the corner of her eye though, and her reaction was immediate.

„Don’t! Touch me“, she hissed, making him withdraw his hand at once. He shouldn’t have insisted after that clear demand.

Aemond hoped that making one bad decision after the other would not become a habit. He truly did not know what drove him to call out Lady Barryn’s first name, but he regretted it the moment he did it. The barely concealed fury in her eyes belied the calmness in her words that shot from her mouth the moment she heard him say the name that was usually reserved for peope whom one was close with.

„You may not call me by my given name, my Lord. I’m still Lady Barryn to you!“ And then she took off.

Prince Aemond was stunned. Nobody had ever dared to speak to him like this, except his close family. He had never seen that somebody whom he had just gotten to know would express themselves like that towards a Prince.

Who did Lady Barryn think she was? First talking to him like that, and then stomping away like an angry little child?

Prince Aemond had withdrawn to his chambers after what he could only describe as a most embarrassing introduction and enfuriating half-conversation. He slouched lazily in an armchair by the fireplace now, staring into the crackling flames, thoughts running wild.

The behaviour Lady Barryn had displayed had been childish, to say the least. She hadn’t even had the decency to look embarrassed! And this woman was meant to be his bride.

„Good Gods“, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Was this what they meant by „most holy tradition of marriage“? The „most sacred bond“? He felt anything but a sacred bond to that lady.

Aegon would have a field day if he ever found out how their presentation to each other went. Knowing his brother, Aemond was sure that Aegon would examine the couple closely as soon as he had the opportunity to do so, looking for any sort of disagreement for his personal entertainment.

Aemond had been convinced that his future bride would be honourable, noble, pleasant, agreeable – whatever words his mother had used to describe her. Instead she was immature, mulish, and outrageously insolent. Unfortunately he had to admit that she was pleasant to look at – but this was the first and last positive thing he could think of.

He only hoped that she would have enough sense to understand that a good first impression was of the highest importance. If she chose to behave the way she did with him in front of his whole family… no, he didn’t dare think about it! The fools from court would be watching them like hawks, eager for an opportunity for gossip and schemes, Aemond knew that.

Wrought-up, he left his chair, now picking up his personal copy of The Seven-Pointed Star from his own collection of books. The only sensible thing to do in a situation like this was to pray for a miracle.

Chapter Four

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It feels cool with you | park jongseong

p: idol!jay x non idol!fem reader g: angst (only in the beginning), fluff

warnings! crying, insecurities, reader is insecure of herself, short writing!!

note: more fluff for y'all 😁 hope you like it 🫶🏻

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You know me like no other 다 표현하지 않아도

Looking at my own reflection in the mirror, not recognizing the person who stood after me. Was it me? How could I look like this... How could someone like Jay, put his eye on someone... Like me? I wasn't an idol like him, full of charms, skills and beautiful visuals that could make everyone put their eye on me... Like Jay did, and I don't even understand why he did.

Suddenly a tear escaped my eye, followed by another, and another one; creating a slow but hurtful waterfall running on my cheeks. I couldn't keep my sobs in either, I just let my tears fall freely on my cheeks as they stained them and left them wet. I tried to stop them, my attempts failed as I couldn't stop the insecurity from spilling out of my eyes. I stopped trying to stop my tears and just stared at my own reflection, insecure thoughts filling my mind once again. The flowing of my tears, along with my thoughts made me think again, if I was so unstable with my own self-esteem; How come Jay hasn't left me yet? I'd have been tired of this if I was him...

The sound of a door opening and then closing made me jump as I had got startled, it was Jay the one who had made those sounds. Then I remembered my state, quickly trying to clean my tears and to try to hide the bright red that coloured my face; the result of my crying. I didn't want Jay to look at me like this, but it was inevitable when I heard him calling me from outside of our shared bedroom.

"Love?" Jay called me "Are you home?" He asked again, entering the room I heard him sigh out of relief by seeing me "Ah there you- what? Were you crying? Did something happen?" And soon, I was bombarded with questions as Jay got closer to me and held me by my arms examining my face closely. I saw him looking behind me, only finding the mirror. He knew what had happened, they were my insecurities again who had made me cry. Jay sighed softly and embraced me, careful as if I was some kind of fragile crystal that could break if you put a hard strength on it. "What happened?" Jay asked me, knowing very well what the answer was but still trying to make sure it was what he thought "are they back?" He asked in a soft tone close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I could only nod at his question, feeling him kiss my cheek and start whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

And I think I like your point of view 다시 돌아와도 돼

Ever since I told Jay about my insecurities, he has always been here for me and reminding me how much I matter to everyone; specially to him.

In his eyes I was like a diamond on display, everyone could come and see me but no one could get me. Due to my importance and value, I had to be kept away from everyone. Not everyone could have me or see me. And for him, I should be kept away from everyone and their comments. Maybe his way of seeing me was a bit uncommon, but he made it look as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Because for him, I was on a pedestal above everyone.

I couldn't get why he thought of me so highly but Jay made me know the reason why. The only reason why he has me up there, it's because he loves me. I still couldn't get why, and I thought of it as something silly. For Jay, I wasn't just his girlfriend but the love of his life. He is the love of my life too. But something in the way Jay acts, makes it look different. The way he loves is simply beautiful, putting everyone first.

Thanks to his encouraging, and loving, words I could sink in the idea of how good I am. I am a good person, and I deserve him. He showed me how to love, but most how to love myself first. Jay showed me how important I am and how much he appreciates me.

One of the many things I admired from Jay was his sincerity and the easiness he'd have when I feel insecure and he has to help me go through it. Jay always had the right words for the right moment, he knew what to say and what not. And the best part of it all was that he knew how to make those words come out of my mouth, such as "I'm enough" or "I deserve all, and more, of the good things", even when I couldn't fully believe them. But he also made sure of making me believe those words.

I don't care what other people say

"You're my favorite person, y/n" Jay whispered as we laid down, he had me wrapped up in his arms and whispered sweet and loving words in my ears. "I love you so much and I'll never get tired of saying it" he whispered again and I felt him kissing my forehead softly "Thank you, Jay" I said, my voice barely audible but he managed to hear my words "You know you don't have to thank me, everything I'm saying is just the truth" Jay said and started to pat my head softly, his actions lulling me slowly to sleep "I love you so much, thank you for everything" I finally said, the tiredness taking over me as my eyes slowly started to close. "I love you more, my love" Jay whispered and left a kiss on y/n's head, closing his own eyes too.

dear reader, you're enough and loved<3 thank you for existing...♡

♡゜・。。

thank you for reading!

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ace-of-gay · 1 year

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Omg i got this cute idea!

Loki is and his little one are playing hide and seek and he thinks it’s so easy to find her and always played along like he can’t find her (but he sees her usually somewhere)

So this time it’s the same, he spottet her home slippers (not sure what you call your indoor shoes) underneath the curtains… so he plays along but when he is like „ I got you!“ and looked behind the curtains she isn’t there! So she really tricked the god of mischief 😂😍

Little trickster

Loki x little reader

843 words

Warnings: age regression, names like bubs, baby, tiny, pumpkin etc. Activities like playing with toys, watching movie, climbing, hiding in dark space. Items like stuffies and paci

No weight, skin color, or gender mentioned.

Age regression is a copuling mechanism if you dont like it dont read it or educate yourself on the topic

Any hate will be deleted

Youd been very antsy and rowdy today, moving and going all over the place, loki would find it hard to keep your attention on one thing when it came to days like this, it felt as though you needed a more one on one interactive day between yourself and him.

He knew your little mind was just all over the place and while it wasn’t easy, he was happy to get through the day with you.

You were settled in the living room, a movie on the television and your shape sorter, placing the green cube in the square hole you look up at him as he takes your hands into his own and shakes them in the air, cheering, “good job munchkin! How bout this one? Can you tell daddy the color and shape of this one?” Holding out the new shape you look at it for a moment, than to him, the tv and back to him.

“Mmm, no, I don’t wanna do this no more, it cane out more as a whine than a statement.

You felt scattered. Your mind and thoughts everywhere, that is until you got the fantastic idea to play hide and seek, it didn’t take too much effort to hide so of course itd be perfect.

Taking his hands pulling with all your might, he starts to give in bringing a smile to your face until he went limp and flopped down bringing you down into his arms, tickling your sides.

Writhing and consumed by giggles he rolled over scattering silly kisses across your face.

Finally stopping his tickle attack he helps you sit up.

“Now what is it you wanted to do?”

He helps you up and places his hands on his hips waiting.

No one ever saw him like this, only you, hes caring and encouraging just for you.

“ can we hide an seek!” You request cheerfully.

Crossing his arms pretending to to think he taps his foot a couple times, “I don’t see why not, do you want me to be the counter first?”

Nodding, you run off as soon as he closes his eyes, counting he can hear you running about the floor, your giggles and a door shutting.

“Ready or not hear I come!”

During hide and seek he always tried to make it look like he had no idea where you where but truth is you hid in the same three spots, hed search the rooms vaguely, looking for your slippers in his peripheral vision, after finding them he would slowly center in while looking around closer and closer to your spot.

Your favorite spot was behind the curtains because they would flow so effortlessly around you, he quickly pulled the curtain to the side jumping forward, the excitement quickly rushing from him in a cold shock.

While yes he looked in your normal spits he also checked others aswell.

He picked up his pace checking both high and low, he couldn’t find you anywhere.

Staying as quiet as you could you peered down from the false ceiling loft, you’ve lived here longer than he has and he had never found the lofted space, it honestly looked like a drop ceiling so he had suspected nothing, the best part about this spot is you could basically watch him when he walked, well more rushed down the hall im search of you, biting your stuffy to stifle your giggles, you had plenty of entertainment to keep you occupied.

“Friday, where’s (y/n)?” He sounded urgent, terrified you were somehow in danger.

“Tiny is on your communal floor with you” Friday returns.

He head back over to the kitchen area to check cupboards again, while peeking over the small lip over the hall way your paci clamped tightly in your hand, you go to sit back quickly to stifle more giggles, while doing so your paci caught the edge and tugged itself out of your grasp.

The clatter of your paci falling and hitting the hard wood floor caught his attention, zeroing in what area you must be in.

Leaning as far back into the darkness of the loft space as possible you clamp both hands over your mouth, silently writhing in humorous desperation to laugh.

“Its not nice to throw stuff pumpkin, can you come out for me please? You’ve won baby please come out”

You for the last time lean over the opening, you can see him peering into your playroom scanning it for your presence.

“Boo” you whisper loud enough for him to hear, his head shoots up to look at you peeking down from what he thought was just an uncovered vent over a bookshelf in the hall.

“What in the world are you doing up there bubs?”

“Was hiding, was best spot” you cheer while carefully climbing down, he pulls you into his arms and squeezes you tight, scatting kisses to the side of your head, “I thought I lost you and you were hurt you sneaky rascal, don’t scare me like that again you silly goose”

Im sorry its shorter than usual, i have tried to post this three times but my internet has been dodgy and my phone freezes and i just realized a bit ago that it never posted once again, i just thought i wasnt getting notifications again, nope, stupid phone doing stupid things.

#little reader #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki x female reader #loki x male reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x f!reader #loki x m!reader #loki x gn!reader #daddy! loki x little! reader #daddy loki x little! male reader #loki x little! reader #daddy loki x little reader #agere reader #age regressor insert fic #loki reader insert #loki x reader fanfic #loki x ftm reader #loki x mtf reader

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nuctoria · 20 days

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Super Mermaid Bros (Part 2)

The brothers walked all the way to the underground pipe system of Brooklyn and kept watch for one another as they packed up their overalls, socks and boots before jumping in the water, letting their tails reconnect before swimming back home. The brothers were a pretty bumped at how their first day on the job went but Mario was quick to cheer himself and Luigi up, claiming it was just one time and that he was certain that things would get better from here on out.

Once they made it home, they hang their caps and took off their gloves. Their family paused their chatter when they heard the front door open and close and turned to them, all greeting the twins with a synchronized "Heyo!", the brothers responding in the same way as they sat in their respective seats at the dinner table, Mario next to his dad and Luigi next to his uncle, Tony. The family all together consisted of 9 merfolks; the brothers, their parents, Mia and Pio, their two uncles, Arthur and Tony, their aunt Marie, Arthur's wife, their grandfather and Marilyn, their cousin (I can't see her as the niece, she literally has Arthur's hair and she's sitting next to them like she's their daughter. Sorry folks).

"It's the 'Super Mario Brother'! From the TV!" uncle Tony exclaimed teasingly, laughing along with the grandfather across the table as the twins' mom gave him an annoyed side-glance. "They gave an Oscar for worse actors?" their other, Arthur, joined in the teasing only for his wife, Marie, to set him straight with a slap at the back of his head, confusing him.

The brothers didn't take them seriously or minded the teasing, Mario being happy that they all saw their commercial and asking for feedback, which only gave their uncles the opportunity for another round of teasing and laughing. Their mom however claimed it was amazing and should be in the cinema like Luigi had said back at the pizzeria. The brothers really appreciated the comment and gave their mom soft, grateful smiles.

That smile was gone from Mario's face when his dad placed a big scoop of spaghetti on Mario's plate with plenty of mushrooms in it. He always hated mushrooms, being the only one in the family that did. He took his fork and picked out all mushroom pieces from his plate, dropping them in Luigi's plate, as Tony started another conversation with him.

"Mario, seriously, what were you thinking with that commercial?" Tony asked a bit more seriously. "What? It's supposed to be funny" Mario responded, not even looking up from his plate while Luigi asked for the bread, getting ignored. "Yeah, but what's with the outfits? Plumbers wearing white gloves?" Tony asked again, getting a chuckle from Arthur. "That's right, we gotta have a trademark. Gotta stand out." Mario defended. "Don't listen to them, boys. The world laughed at Da Vinci too back then" their mom encouraged her sons as she passed a bowl of soup to Luigi.

Then Mario asked for his dad's opinion since he hadn't said a word this whole time and hoped he had a different opinion than his uncles. However, their dad admitted that he thought Mario was nuts to leave a steady job and blow their life savings on a commercial for a silly dream business. He didn't mean to wound Mario, he only wanted to give honest criticism since he's very experienced in the world-field, but the discussion was immediately over when he brought how Mario was dragging Luigi down with him.

Mario frowned, drained and hurt by what his dad said, and left the dinner table, swimming to his and Luigi's room. Everyone was shocked at what he had said and gave him looks of disbelief. Mia was the first to speak up about what Pio had just said, scolding him for being so harsh. Pio didn't think he didn't anything wrong, however, which prompted his own brothers to join in and said that he shouldn't have brought Luigi in the conversation since he knew how close the two were.

Luigi didn't engage in this argument, taking Mario's plate and working through it to take out all the remaining mushrooms from it. He put himself a plate as well after being done with Mario's and took both plates to his and Mario's shared room, where he found his brother staring at the screen of their TV with a solemn face.

"Hey." Luigi greeted his brother softly, swimming over to sit next to Mario, the NEWS channel on the TV barely audible. "You're not brining me down, big bro. You know what? What do they know!" Luigi tried to cheer up Mario but the older twin shook his head, rejecting the plate Luigi brought him. "It's not just them, Lu. Everyone has been telling us that we can't do this or that since we were fries. I'm just so tired of feeling like such a small fish..." Mario sighed.

But that changed when he finally paid attention at the TV to see that there was water main break that was flooding Brooklyn. At this, Mario's face lit up and he hurried up from his bed. "Luigi, this is our chance! Destiny is calling!" "Destiny Delvachio from school?" Luigi asked, thinking his brother was talking about their old classmate. "No that one! This is our chance to prove that we can still be plumbers! Come on!" Mario took ahold on Luigi's hand and dragged him out of their room and out of the house.

The two mermen swam all the water to the underground water system of Brooklyn, where the water break was taking place. Since they came here daily, they knew it like the back of their hands. Luckily for them, the place had flooded enough for the break to be underwater and they could work on it much easier since they wouldn't have to be extra cautious to keep their tails split.

Luigi decided to keep hold of their tools and let Mario do the plumbing for now, looking around with an nervous look on his face. He didn't really like how much darker it was here at night. The pipe Mario was working on started shaking violently as he tried to hold it still. Luigi swam over and tried to help keep it steady but it ended up bursting and swinging the brother to a break wall with such force that it broke on impact and sent the mermen to the room on the other side.

After the two had sat up, they looked around them and were shocked to see what they ended up finding by accident. The place was like a whole different pipe system, one that they had never seen before. Judging by the looks of it, no one had known of this place for ages. The water was pouring in from the broken wall but judging from how far down this new place went, it'd take ages for it to even fill up a quarter of a way. This allowed the brothers to split their tails and explore the new area while walking around.

Down and down the went, walking down staircase after staircase, ladder after ladder, it's like it never ended. Luigi tried to keep track of what directions they took and the details around them, fearing they'd up getting lost with how far down they went. By the time they got to the bottom, the water that had rushed in had filled about 12 feet of this place. Based on how dirty it was, it must have gathered up over the years and the break helped fill it up more. It was no problem for them.

They dived in the water to have a look around. "Eww. This water is so gross! M-maybe it's best if we head back, this doesn't seem safe." Luigi suggested, cringing uncomfortably at how dirty the water felt, looked and even tasted. "Just a quick look, Lu. We'll be out soon." Mario promised, not taking his eyes off of his surroundings. He only turned around when he heard the clanging sound of a pipe bring hit.

He saw one of his and Luigi's wrenches laying inside a large green pipe but Luigi was nowhere to be found.

Worry started creeping in Mario when he couldn't see Luigi all of a sudden, even more so when he wouldn't answer his calls to his name. Mario swam over and picked up the wrench from the floor, slowly inching deeper into the pipe to see if he could spot Luigi.

The wrench was suddenly ripped out of his hand by a strong current that soon not even he could fight against as he was sucked into the pipe.

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Hope you guys enjoy! @istadris @itsavee4117 @vulpixfairy1985 @billinshoes @fruitytiff @keakruiser

#mario #luigi #super mario bros #the super mario bros movie #super mermaid bros movie au #mermaids

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aetherarf · 9 months

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Request From Anonymous:

Autistic!Reader that doesn't really know they're autistic yet so Childe shows them like his favorite stims and encouraging them to stim whenever he sees them getting excited over something and encouraging their info dumps?

Here you go!

[Word Count: 809 ]

"Hey! I got something fun."

This wasn't an uncommon thing for Childe to say, coming home and showing you objects that didn't seem to have a defined purpose, but were designed like they did have one- one was a bracelet with a few beads on it, and when turned, it would change shape, appearing differently, but still intricate no matter how it was fashioned.

He liked the delicate clicking noises it made, not too overwhelming, but just enough that he could control it. You could see how he smiled- calmed, at least a little.

"Where do you even find these things?" You asked, enamored with the bracelet.

"Just- a friend who makes special things. They make a lot of stuff like this- it's good for empty hands. I shipped a few back home... I'm unsure if all my siblings will like it, but I think Teucer will. He's the most like me, and usually likes things I do." He explained, still toying with one of the bracelets.

It was an enchanting sight, but-

"Do you ever feel silly, playing with toys?" You asked, and Childe paused, looking at you curiously,

"I mean, should I?" he asked. "It... well, it's nice. It helps... I don't know how to describe it. it's like- I have my consciousness, you know, the bit that makes decisions, then my subconscious, that looks out for things when my consciousness is busy. But, sometimes, my subconsciousness gets... bored. And then it bugs my consciousness to find something to do- Having things like this to do keeps my subconscious happy, so my consciousness can still get things done."

He paused and laughed... maybe a little nervous. "It's weird, yeah. But isn't everyone a little weird?"

"Maybe." You paused, "I'm not sure if I feel exactly the same... but I do get it. Like I need something to do with my hands, and... when I do, it feels nice."

"Do you have any toys like this?" He asked,

"No, I don't... I guess I never thought about it."

"Wait, really?"

"I thought that's just how people were," You explained, "That we had to deal with stuff like that."

"... Well," Childe paused, "Most people aren't like that. But that's not a bad thing! Here, you saw what I did with the bracelet. Try it yourself." He said, handing it over.

You paused, "I don't want to break it."

"Don't worry about that. Even if you did, I could go get another one made. Just try it." He asked, excitedly watching as, with an unsure grip, began to adjust the bracelet, feeling it move in your hands, twist around as it seemed, almost like magic, to make new shapes.

You kept at it, finding new shapes repeatedly, and by the time you looked back at Childe, he was sitting at the table nearby, watching you, his arms folded over the table as he rested his head on them, a fond smile on his face.

"Feels nice, huh?"

"I'm sorry, I got distracted-"

"No sorry's, you didn't do anything," He insisted, jumping up, "But it felt great didn't it? I only see you that happy when you see something new for your hobbies!"

"But-"

"Did you like it? Serious question." Childe insisted,

"Yeah... it felt nice."

"Okay, that's it. No more ifs or buts. You're happy. I don't see you that happy- you always seem... a little miserable, if I'm honest."

"I... I get a little excitable when I'm happy."

Childe... frowned. "Yeah? And... what's wrong with that?"

"People tend to get... weirded out, when I'm excited."

"And?" Childe asked, "Okay, maybe in public it's a little harder to deal with... but it's just you and me. Is that why you clam up whenever I ask about your hobbies?"

You pause, and he sighs, slightly exasperated, "Here, keep the bracelet- actually, no, tell me your favorite colors. I'll get one commissioned just for you."

"You don't have to do that-"

"Let me, then," Childe said fondly, "I want to. I can get matching ones." He insisted again, "Now... Should we get food, and this time, no hiding your excitement, and you can tell me what you've wanted to tell me?"

"... Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I get kind of loud and jumpy..."

"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure," He pinches your cheek, and puckers out his lips a little, "My wittle silly-"

You laugh, pushing him away, "Stop with that voice," Despite the words, you were smiling. He was, too.

"Come on- We can get your favorite- And we can make sure to get the texture right this time. Weird, how it varies, huh?"

"... Yeah, it is."

...

But it was a little freeing, seeing how little he minded things that were so commonly seen as childish.

... Funny. His code-name, nickname, whatever it was called, kind of fit that idea...

#genshin impact #childe #genshin childe #genshin x reader #childe x reader #bark writes #anonymous #request #fluff #autistic!reader #// sorry for the random etsy link I found that bracelet and I'm obsessed with it now #// i dont even know if i followed the request #// its been a minute.#// WHAT is characterization #// anyway im being bullied into playing hon. kai star. rail.#// this one was dogwater quality BUT I TRIED REALLY HAERD

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lenore-spirit-808 · 2 years

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HiHi can we get a part 2 on clown entity reader with penny?

Ofc dear individual fellow!! Im glad you liked the first part and I hope you like this next one ♡︎♡︎♡︎

PENNYWISE WITH S/O CLOWN ENTITY PART 2

❦︎ One night on a toyshop where he ate a kid (long story) he found an adorable clown plushie that you always wanted since you saw it on Pinterest and couldn't help to think about your excited face, so he stole it without a twice-thinking

❦︎ next day when you were waiting for him outside the sewers he came out and said

⁂ 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐮𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧⁂

with a joyfull voice

𑁍 𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑃-𑁍

you tried to say until he interrupted your greeting with his gloved finger touching your lips

⁂ 𝐀𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐚.. 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⁂

❦︎ you made the attempt to say " A surprise?!" But he silenced you again while commanding you to close your eyes and open your hands

❦︎ when you obeyed him he placed on your hands something soft and squishy, felling a hand-made sewn fabric, a porcelain head and finally hearing the sound of some jingle Bell

❦︎ ⁂ 𝐍𝐨𝐰.. 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!⁂

when you did you just couldn't believe it, you may were a bit to grown for dolls and plushies but who the hell cared so! You finally got it on your hands! It was so cute and artistically beautiful. You felt like a kid again and jumped over him so high that you could grab his necklace with both of your legs wraping his waist

❦︎ you placed it on your bed when you came back home, you really felt so supported by him

❦︎ but if your intrustive thoughts get over your mind he tries to get them away from you by telling you a silly clown pun

❦︎ ⁂𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 31?⁂

𑁍 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦?𑁍

⁂ 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐫!!⁂

❦︎ so bad and silly that you both couldnt help but laugh

❦︎ He also teached you how to make some ballon figures, like puppys and other stuff, because you still didnt knew how to make them by yourself

❦︎ but he also didnt knew tho, he only used his powers to make ballons, all that he teached you was stuff he saw from the actual real clowns

❦︎ for some reason he likes to do lots of competences with you, being them at making jokes, voice impressions or stretching, just to see which of you two is the most loyal clown

❦︎ one day you and him tried to swap clown costumes.. Didn't turned so well to Penny fitted clothing

❦︎ But you weren't really uncomfortable, even if it was over sized for you you were still glad to finally fell his boots on your feet, you didn't knew why, you liked them!

❦︎ had a burning day? Say no more with Pennywise encouraging you to put your clown outfit and let all those negative fellings fell forgotten

❦︎ Tho he wasn't like that all the time, he also listened you if you just weren't on the mood

❦︎ one day you both found on the street and found a monocycle, best day of you two's live

❦︎ because you stole it lmao

❦︎ multiple times you accidentally hurt by trying to use it, it was very hard to manage at first, but you were okay with it tho!

❦︎ When you could finally learnt how to manage it he couldnt stop clapping

#it #pennywise #it pennywise #clownfucker #daddywise #pennywise x reader #pennywisefluff #pennywise comfort #clown

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