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pierced-princess · 3 days
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Ooc: GUYS THEYRE GONNA BE A COUPLE JUST LET THE SLOWBURN HAPPEN DAMN 👹👹
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littlehatzrobert · 1 day
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I made this one, he looks so confused and innocent 🙏♥️
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sicklysaccharinerush · 2 months
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he's about to jump the Lamb out of excitement
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jewelryhut · 1 year
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Super Mario Bros. Movie: Luigi x FEM!Reader.
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You're definitely the woman of his dreams.
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Throughout the years you and Luigi were married, you can gladly say that you were the man of the house.
Luigi always comes to you whenever there's a problem he's afraid to face on his own.
Like that spider incident.
"Hey, Honey?" Luigi's voice rang throughout the hallway.
"Yes?" You questioned from the living room, eyeing the television screen that held the plumbing ad that Luigi's brother, Mario, had been dying for you to see.
"There's... There's a huge spider in the closet!!!!"
You were quick on your feet as soon as you heard your husband's screams.
"Oh no! It's coming my way! Hurry!"
You finally entered the room and searched around to find the huge spider that your husband mentioned. "Where, where? Where is it?" Your voice was panicked.
Your husband, from the queen size bed, hugging himself in comfort, pointed toward the opened, closet door. "In there."
You looked and noticed a not-so-huge spider, but rather a medium size one.
"Ugh. Seriously, Luigi? As a plumber, I expect so much better from you." You groaned and carefully guide the spider toward the palm of your hand.
"But, Honey! It was going to attack me!" He carefully left the bed and stood behind you, carefully keeping his distance from the spider in your hand.
"Yeah, yeah,"
Or like that time it was you guy's two year anniversary. So much can happen when being left alone for just a few moments.
"After you, Princess," Luigi held the door to the restaurant opened, allowing you to happily exit the building with a smile.
"Thank you, my prince." You giggled.
The man took a hold of your hand, smiling at the compliment you gave him. "How was the meal? Was it good?"
"Hmmm... I definitely prefer your meals over others any day." You answered truthfully, leaving the man a flustered mess. "But it wasn't too shabby."
"Heh. Well I glad you're enjoying this anniversary so far." The man felt good about himself.
"Oh, definitely. I'll enjoy it more if I use the bathroom, though. Is there any nearby?"
Seeing as you guys were walking to your next destination, you both thought it'd be best to stop in front of a gas station.
"I'll be real quick, love." You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to go about your business.
To think It had only taken you a few minutes to use the restroom and your dearest husband was already being bullied by random strangest.
"Hey, hey, hey!" You rushed over to the group of man at your husband, eyebrows furrowed in anger and annoyance. You could see the slight fright in Luigi's eyes but it soon dies down once he sees you.
"Yo, who's this chick?" One of the men ask. "As you can see here, woman, we're busy."
"Busy? With what? I hope you're not talking about my husband. You know, the one you guys are hovering over?"
The man could only laugh out loud at your statement. He looked at Luigi, at you, then back at the quivering man. "This pipsqueak is your husband? A body like yours can't compliment such as himself."
"Well it's a good thing I'm with him, huh?" You make your way through the group of men and grabbed a hold of Luigi's arm. "Whatever he did, I apologize. We'll be going now." You turned away from the man and tried your best to get out of the situation.
"Not so fast, miss." The placed his hand on your shoulder. With your annoyance and anger going through the roof, you took the man's hand from your shoulder and squeezed it tightly, earning a whimper from the him.
"I said we're sorry. Got it?"
"Yes, yes. Of course." You let go of his hand and interlock your arm with your husband's before walking off.
"Wow.. you're pretty scary. Glad I don't make you angry." Luigi joked with a small smile.
"You'll never make me angry, Luigi."
Needless to say, it's pretty clear that with you by his side, his life is way much easier.
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sunsc0re · 9 months
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Goin absolutely bonkers over lotusduo, you don't even KNOW!!! LIKE, THIS SHITS CANNON NOW?!?! YAHOO!!!
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Cus cus cus yknow they didn't really specify HOW nezha makes her cry, so honestly it's up to my interpretation 😌
Uh uh uh ignore how horribly outta character she is, it's for the haha funnies ofc. I just I love characterizing nezha as the tiniest, most judgeiest little boy in the universe. (Also HC that bro HATES the monkies for... Obvious reasons. So he would be HELLA judgemental)
As always, character and storyline belonged to the amazing -> @journeytomonkiekid ‼️‼️ at this point this is just a fan page for them :3 YAHOO
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certaindonutstudent · 2 months
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The only Aether harem I will accept is Y/N having to deal with the 7 aether's elements like JUST IMAGINE, IM BEGGING JUST ONE NIGHT WITH THEM.
⚠️ Out of context/character, not a fanfic just an idea and broken English !! ⚠️
Like Anemo is more emotional and he will care about you after sex...very probably a switch
Geo I'm 100% is a Dom but still sweet at some parts with you (out context? He will eat you and lick you like a thirsty dog)
Electro omg! Mean Dom like so you remember what happened in Inazuma!? I want his mean phase back! He will pull your hair, he will make you suck his cock until you can't talk and very probably he will spank you (maybe cockwarming too)
Dendro is a sub, I can't say much about it but I can see him letting you ride him and call you pretty names like "flower" "my star"
Hydro is a mix of anemo and Dendro if I'm honest, but oh boy...he is good with his fingers...
Pyro is like a hatesex things to me very mean there is no a "did I went to far?" No he is going to be rough
And Cryo!! The most sweet of all the Aethers, a total switch he has some vibes of being a gentle Dom if I'm totally honest he won't put a finger on you or pull your hair off unless you ask for it... also! He will treat you like a princess and body worshiping is his thing.
This is so out of context sorry!! But my mind is like this recently....but as I said! This is the only "Aether harem" I support.
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Please have a good reason to have Cass turn against Bruce. Cass genuinely believes in Batman and everything his symbol stands for. She wouldn't risk lives and is just as likely as Bruce to go against what Selina is doing the moment a life is lost in the process. There is no, "1 lost life is better than risking 10" for her or for Bruce. It is "The only lives we risk are ours, NO ONE DIES." Another thing is that she genuinely cares about Batman and Bruce (yes, counting both personalities as separate, the man vs. the myth). She won't just threaten him. Please, please, please show a reason for this turn. Show Bruce taking things too far. Show him fulfilling the mission at all costs and inadvertently becoming a threat to Gotham instead of being its guardian. Show him failing to see nuance in interactions and being heavy-handed even in the most tame circumstances due to the Zur-en-Arrh personality. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. These are Bruce's kids. People he raised and loved and who, in turn, respect, love, and care for him. Let there be escalation and not a sudden turn. Some of these are understandable, Stephanie and Duke have always played in the gray when it comes to fulfilling their goals (More than the rest considering that they are all vigilantes and are, by their existence and operation, breaking the law). But Nightwing and Cassandra are not as willing to let an operation like this slide especially if SOMEONE DIED.
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parano1ddetective · 2 months
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moment y’all been waiting for/j massive rp blog shoutouts jumpscare
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seriously tho, follow these guys man, they’re so cool and awesome <3
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sadsstoptalkingfr · 3 months
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OOC SPENCER RANT (just ranting idc what you write)
(I'm very passionate about Spencer Reid if you could tell)
Later seasons Spencer would never be mean to his lover. I know it's like a fantasy bc of his appearance and there are a lot of ooc fanfics of late season Spencer but at the end of the day he's still Spencer despite everything he's been through. Sure he's a lot different now but he'd still treat his lover with kindness and would be in absolute SHAMBLES if he ever hurt you.
And if he were to top you he wouldn't be aggressive or degrading towards you unless you wanted him to and even then he wouldn't say or do anything too harsh. He's still a sweet guy he's just hurting he doesn't need to take his anger out on you he needs a hug
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unofficial-copilot · 13 days
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I've seen other people doing this, so I might as well. TW for suicidal thoughts and mental illness.
You can only tag up to 6 people.
If this gets to 500 notes, I'll start exercising and eating healthier again
If this gets 1000 notes, I'll try to fix what is likely a social media addiction
If this gets to 1500 notes, I'll fix my sleep schedule
If this gets 2000 notes, I'll tell someone about my OCD and depression symptoms
If this gets to 2500 notes, I will actually seek help for my suicidal thoughts
And if this gets 3000 notes, I will ask to be voluntarily admitted to a psych ward- yes, I know that people don't agree with this kind of thing, but honestly I need it. I don't want to be thought of as crazy for the rest of my life, but my mental health has gotten so bad that I barely get out of bed.
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murongfei · 8 months
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letsnotbbg · 1 month
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Dallas Winston x F!Reader
Literally just dally pulling up to his gfs house when she’s sick. Pure fluff.
Blinking your eyes open you immediately knew that something wasn’t right. For one the sun wasn’t even up yet and your head was pounding, your throat was burning up and you felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head. You lied motionless on your bed, holding your eyes closed tightly in a weak attempt stop relive some pressure in your head. You quietly convinced yourself to push past the dizziness and pain to get yourself a glass of water but as you tried to get out of your bed, you immediately felt a wave of vertigo crash over you. Your fingers clinging to your mattress, pressing your feet flat to the floor to attempt to ground yourself. Though the dizzy spell had passed, you didn’t trust yourself enough to walk to the kitchen and decided to try and get some sleep before the morning. You lie back down, pulling the covers up to your ears and pray to god that you feel better in the morning. You had a date that night that you really really didn’t wanna miss. Not that your relationship was going through turmoil you and Dallas had been seeing each other for a long time but because of that proper “dates” became far more rare for the two of you. Sure you spent a lot of time with each other but proper romantic dates was far and few between.
You tried and tried and tried but the sun rose and you didn’t get any sleep at all. Your whole body ached and your head was pounding at this point, you’re not sure if you’re even able to get out of bed. You need to cancel the date. You groan at the realization. You forced yourself up for the second time and this time you push through the vertigo and start to make your way out of your room and to the phone. You dial the number to bucks and we’re unsurprised to hear him pick up. “Hello?” “Hey it’s me, can you get Dally on the phone please?” You heard him laugh on the other end of the line. “Damn women you sound like hell.” Your mouth pressed into a frown. “I feel like hell, can you just get Dallas please?” The friendly tone you started the conversation with had entirely dissipated as you were becoming more impatient. “So bossy.” He jokes before finally getting your boyfriend. God your throat was killing you. You felt yourself getting worse the longer you were on your feet.
You were taken away from your thoughts by the phone. “Hey Doll.” Judging from the tone of his voice and how long it took him to get to the phone you could tell that he likely just woke up. “Hey..” you started pausing to give yourself a second to collect your thoughts. Your head was pounding so much it was getting hard to think. “What’s goin on?” you heard the familiar flick of his lighter on the other end of the phone and you almost laughed. Without seeing him you can perfectly picture him with bed head, sleepily leaning on the wall with a newly lit cigarette in his mouth. Something about the visual was comforting to you. “I don’t think we can go out tonight,” You say, abruptly having to put your hand out on the wall to keep from falling. “Woah” you whisper quietly to yourself. You were more sick than you thought. “Why not?” He asked confused, now seeming more present. “Dal I’m really sick.” You try to keep your explanation short to spare your throat some damage. “Walking down the hall to the phone took me like 5 minutes.” You laughed to yourself, the rasp of sickness in your voice becoming more obvious when your laugh shifts into a small coughing fit.
“You there all alone?” You nodded before remembering that you were on the phone and he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.” You answered weakly, your energy draining out of you. He heard how tired you sounded and the fact the you could barely get out of bed and you were left to take care of yourself really pissed him off. “I’m gonna head over, I’ll be there in 20.” Then you heard the click of the phone hanging up. You were actually kind of surprised on how quick he acted. Either way you decide to get back in bed. Soon enough you hear the your front door opening and a whooping three seconds pass before your bed room door bursts open. The now ever so familiar smell of cigarettes becomes present as Dallas entered your room. You were still curled up in your bed with the blankets almost entirely covering your shaking body. You almost looked like a scared bunny rabbit and he had to admit that he still thought you looked adorable. He sat down next to you on your bed and he gently pushed your hair out of your face and behind your ear. You opened your eyes at the contact and looked up at him. God you looked so cute. Before either of you said anything he leaned down and kissed your temple, immediately feeling the heat of your fever on his lips.
“How are you doin doll?” He  asked quietly. Maybe it was because he was still tired himself but you almost never heard his voice like this. So quiet  and sweet, a stark but very welcome contrast from his normal harsh tone. His hand lingers on your cheek and you melt into his touch. “I feel like ‘m dying.” You say with a tired, sarcastic smile. He swipes his thumb down your cheek. “You look pretty happy for a woman on her deathbed.” He laughed. All you could offer in response was a “shut up” as you rolled onto your other side. He chuckled and moved to lie down next to you. He slung his arm around your waist and pulled you against him so your back was flush with his chest. The touch was very comforting to you. You found it kind of strange that even though nothing about your physical state had actually changed, just being this close to him made you feel so much more relaxed. The feeling of his chest rising and falling behind you could’ve lulled you to sleep right then and there. He felt the way you instantly relaxed into his touch and smiled.
He had never had a relationship like this one before. You guys had definitely had more than your fair share of disagreements but he had never had a girl stay through it all. You never gave up on him, even though god knows that if you did no one would blame you, but you always always always stayed around. You had filled a gap in his life that he had long given up on filling. And yet somehow you just fell into his life and he had never looked back. Neither did you. Dallas had never in his life even dreamed about marriage but since meeting you, he was definitely warming up to the idea. So he was more than willing to take a rain check on your date to spend his day taking care of you. You were starting to drift off in his arms, gently pushing yourself closer to him and he quickly adjusted his arms to accommodate for your new proximity. “Are you going back to sleep?” He asked softly into you ear. You nodded. “I couldn’t sleep cause of my head.” You mumbled tiredly in response. He pressed another quick kiss to your cheek before lying back down next to you. It wasn’t long before you finally drifted off in his arms and got some much needed rest
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thiccpersonality · 3 months
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Damian (Gremlin) Wayne...and his even more gremlin-esque family pt.2
Bruce enters the dining room, ignoring Alfred's curious glance as to why he is early for dinner in favor of sitting at the head of the table. His icy blue eyes looking around the room confused as to why none of his own kids are on time.
Bruce: "Alfred?"
The question in his voice is all Alfred needs to hear for him to turn around, his face calm and voice reassuring, helping to ease Bruce's nerves: "No need to fret master Bruce. Your boys have only taken the time to know each other is all, I went down there myself and they were doing fairly well together...all thing's considered."
That was a straight up lie, but what his son doesn't know won't hurt him. Alfred is praying right now that none of the boys have found a way to kill each other already...or it's more like, he hopes they haven't chosen a way to kill each other yet. Heaven forbid Alfred has to clean one of his grandchildrens blood, guts and corpse(s) off of his pristine floors.
Bruce relaxes a bit at his butler (father) telling him that. Before Bruce can ask where they are though, the sound of multiple footsteps is heard making their way to the dining room, before the boys enter though, Alfred can't help but ask why Bruce was so early for dinner.
At the question Bruce flushes a little, clearing his throat and messing with the carefully folded napkin lying on his plate: "Oh...I didn't want to leave Damian alone in a room full of strangers on his first day. I know he barely knows me as well, but I was told from him that Talia at least talked about me a lot. I'm actually more surprised at how quickly he's taken to me."
If Bruce were to look up he'd see Alfred staring at him adoringly, but due to his own bashfulness, he keeps his head down...until his kids stumble-crash-through the door in a very loud pile.
Richard to Jason: "I always sit next to Bruce! Stop trying to always take my spot you cretin!"
Jason to Richard: "That right there is the reason I always try to take your spot! Makes your blood boil, doesn't it?"
Tim to Jason: "Jason, you are too fat! Cut the junk food out of your life and get off of me!"
Jason pushes more of his weight onto Tim: "Hypocrite. Stop being a caffeine addict and then think of preachin' to me about cutting things out of my life. Although, now that you suggest it...I think I could afford to cut you out of my life."
Tim groans at how heavy Jason is. A disgruntled look in his eyes and displeased frown on his lips as he struggles under the larger form: "Trust me. Any participation I have in your life is forced, if it weren't for Bruce, you would never interact with me."
Jason's eyebrow twitches in agitation at the sassy reply, a pained shout ripped from his throat at Richard suddenly biting him: "Oy dickhead! Why'd you bite me you mangy little bitch!?"
Richard smiles at Jason innocently: "My mouth slipped onto your arm, my apologies."
Jason growls and lightens his weight on Tim to face Richard more: "You little-my fist will slip onto your face if you pull that shit again!"
Before Richard can give a snide remark, they all hear a suspiciously meek voice speak up from across the room. The three arguing youths turn-snap-their heads to the source of the noise, gasping simultaneously at Damian standing next to Bruce's chair, big green eyes glancing up at him in a (begrudgingly admitted) adorable display of innocence.
Damian: "Father...am I allowed to sit with you?"
Bruce's agitation at his eldest three arguing is quickly replaced by love at the sheer (UwU-kawaii) curiosity and affection in his baby son's gaze. The older man can't help the soft smile on his face as he nods, curiosity winning over as to why Damian would even ask: "Of course you can, hun. Why would...why would you need to ask that?"
The gremlin inside Damian Wayne is screeching in victory at how he has Bruce wrapped around his little finger already. Keeping up the innocence he answers in all honesty, however, he knows his father is someone who wouldn't appreciate his answer no matter how normal it seemed to himself, which is exactly why he says it.
Damian shrugs and innocently says: "Back with grandfather and mother, they didn't allow me to eat with them until I was good enough to eat with them. If I didn't perform my duties in a proper manner I would either not be allowed access to my dietary needs or be separated from them in my room or a cage until I was good enough to dine with them."
Terror is written on Bruce's face, who would do that to an innocent little bean like his son!?
Damian gasps softly in surprise as large hands settle under his arms and lift his small form onto a firm-but oddly soft enough and comfortable-lap. The scent of cinnamon, vanilla and a tiny bit of rose fill Damian's nostrils, Bruce bringing his youngest son's head to his neck as the shocked man buries his nose in the spiky hair.
Bruce softly speaking to Damian: "I'm sorry. They will NEVER do that to you again, you can eat as much as you want. You can even sit with me anytime you want...don't ask."
Damian forgets the competition for a little while in his father's warm embrace, melting slowly into the sturdy form before realizing his "competition" and turning his head towards them. His smirk haughty and eyes gleaming with arrogance at the conundrum he has caused for the three blind mice over there.
Alfred gently clears his throat after a moment of silence and takes the left side seat next to Bruce: "If you gentlemen wouldn't mind not wrestling on the floor like middle schoolers and taking your seats. That would be most delightful."
Six sets of eyes home in on the right side chair. The three straightening up and looking at each other challengingly before breaking out into another battle by pushing at each other. Too focused on the fight to see Bruce tilt his head back in exasperation and Damian happily chewing away at his salmon and rice in victory.
Bruce gives a bewildered look to Alfred after he's done sighing, his pink lips tugging into a frown: "I thought you said they were getting along well?"
Alfred lifts his fork to his lips, gunmetal blue eyes watching the eldest three in amusement, his own lips stretching into a smirk over his utensil: "I also said all things considered."
Bruce just sighs and starts to eat his food as well, holding onto Damian securely as he watches the chaos unfold.
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poppinspops · 8 days
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Dear older brother
Lucerys velaryon as your brother (platonic) the beginning of your relationship to the end of it..
Fem reader! Sorry, it's just easier to write for girls as a girl myself. I do hope you understand
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Lucerys is your older brother as you were born a year after Luke was born a bastards, just like your two older brothers having dark hair and dark eyes
Though your mother Rhaenyra doesn't like it when you call yourself that neither do your two brothers bit alas you still do when upset with yourself
Lucerys HATES being called Lukey by everyone that's not you, and you hate when others (besides joffery, jace, and your mother) call him lukey
You and jace mainly use it when you are teasing him, and sometimes Rhaenyra joins in
You two where sat next to each other at dinner, always whispering about something or someone you always did strive to make your older brother laugh
Luke is more open with you because you would come into his chambers and let your brother rant to you
Often, big events ended in him in your arms crying after something stressful happened. I'm his chambers, though you didn't mind
You're usually the one consoling him if your mother hadn't beat you to it
You are the definition of a brothers girl
You are usually seen next to luke or walking besides him
Though if Lucerys isn't off with jacerys doing something most likely practicing sword fighting, you'd be seen with your mother Rhaenyra
During important dinners or really any social event your mother planned or was invited to, you'd always would be seen standing next to luke or sitting with him whispering to Luke
Most likely, just you gossiping to him about something another Lord told you or how disgusting one of the lords where with you
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You bumped Lucerys gently with your elbow whispering to your older brothers "so.. how are you 'enjoying' this beautiful banquet older brother?" Giggling as you saw his quick roll of the eyes before he replied back in a hushed tone
"Oh, I see how it is.. how was dancing with almost every lord tonight?" Luke said with a sly smirk on his pale face. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Your feet hurt from all of the dancing you had to do tonight it was almost as bad as your name day.. "delightful." You replied in a strained voice. Luke had laughed at that, making you smile and laugh along with your brother, elbowing him harder this time, making him yelp out in pain.
You two quickly composed yourselves when your older brother turned his head over to the two of you making you straighten your back and look away from his gaze not seeing the small smile on his face form from seeing his two younger siblings seeming to have fun teasing one another.
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Luke is the calmer one between the both of you which was funny as your mother thought that her having a girl after her two boys would mean the two older boys where going to be the ones protecting their younger sister from others when it turned out to be the complete opposite, not that Rhaenyra minded at all she was proud that her first daughter could defend herself
Though she did wish that you would hold your tongue at times as you would go head first into arguments no matter if your brothers were in the wrong or not
One of your brothers could have been the ones that got the facts wrong, but you would have defended them with your life, that made you get into physical altercations with many lords and some lady's aswell
Though Rhaenyra was proud of that as well as as Luke was rather reserved, it was like she had given birth to a second jacerys. Just this time, you could punch harder than jacerys could..
You were a natural when it came to learning High Valyrian much like Luke was
When you got the news of your mother being pregnant, it left you overjoyed, so you so dearly wanted to know if you had a little sister coming. Look. It's hard being the only girl in a family with mainly men.
When your baby brother joffery was born, you adored him from the moment you first got a glimpse of him
You always volunteered to watch over little joffery, to teach him how to walk and how to say his first words
Though this did leave Lucerys a bit envious of his little brother joffery and how he seemed to take up all your time and attention
It caused Luke to start giving you a bit of the cold shoulder rolling his eyes when your little brother was brought up
When you had figured out why Luke was giving you the cold shoulder for a few weeks, you laughed and teased him for it
You and Jace had started teasing Luke about it for months on end
You had started spending all your free time teaching your younger brother how to speak and colors, much to Luke's dismay, often seen in Jofferys' room reading to him, as you had always wanted a younger sibling and you had finally gotten one a well mannered one at that.
You were a tad bit upset that he wasn't a girl, though you had quickly gotten over that once you saw him
When you where younger you used to follow Luke around just like little joffery does to you
It was funny to Rhaenyra that joffery acts so much like his older sister
though she was glade that unlike his okder sister, joffery didn't go and dig up holes in the ground, looking for worms much to her dismay when finding her daughter outside, digging up bugs from the ground..
You were never too fond of Daemon, though he seemed to be fond of you quite a lot being as he has daughters of his own so he understood you on a level your brothers just didnt.
he was the first one to defend you, or he'd just appear by your side randomly at times
once you had punched him out of shock, though he just smiled as your punch didn't do much.... that day hurt your pride and ego very much, though you were just happy you didn't get punched back.
You and your mother Rhaenyra got along swell she's gets you the most since your two woman
You being Rhaenyras' first daughter and all making you have a special place in her heart as you weren't going to get a fancy title like you had always hopped for as you were sadly born a woman. And your brothers men.
Yours and lucerys safe place was always near the water
Least to say, after his death, it was no longer your safe space it was a place of fear and death.
You had gotten news of your elder brother lucerys death when you were getting ready for bed. The news brought you to your knees in tears, your mothers soft voice trying to calm you down
It took hours for you to stop crying. Your eyes had a red rim around them with rear stained cheeks
You wouldn't come out of your room and barely talked much after for almost half a month
The funeral couldn't even be called one as all you had of your brother was clothes. They couldn't find your elder brothers body, and that made the anger in that you boil up a bit, making you snappy at people
You had sympathy for aemond before he killed your brother, you did feel a bit bad for his eye being stabbed out by your older brother feeling guilty everytime you saw him with that eyepatch he is a child like yourself afterall..
You never did hate aemond you two would well 'talk' it was more of exchanging words when you had too though Jace always seemed to come in and swoop you away you where always greatful for that
Aemond took every chance he could to remind you of how your brother took his eye
you didn't know what kind of reaction the older boy wanted to gauge from your but he never seemed quite happy with the reactions you had
He only seemed pleased when you would apologize for your older brother saying how he shouldn't have done that and things along those lines for some odd reason unbeknownst to you
Though you always found aemond to be a bit weird, so you brushed it off as aemond being aemond
After your brothers death your heart held no sympathy for the older boy
when you thought of the one eyed boy, all you could think about was taking his other eye from him and forcing him to live the rest of his pathetic life blind.
You could no longer see the ocean as safe and calm. You saw the true nature of what the oceab could truly do. Its waves were angry as it took the lives of people you held so very dearly into its depths to never be seen again. Maybe that's just how you saw it in your hour of grieving
After half a month, you were slowly healing your relationship with the sea, knowing that at least your brother died both as a targaryen and as a velaryon and he wasn't alone in death he had his beloved dragon both dead but dead together.
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imahinatjon · 5 months
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Kinda got lost on what I was doing at the end of this one. Think I droned on a bit.
Also spelt wriothesley wrong the entire time so sorry about that
Anyway
wriothesley x reader 18+ 💋
Playing catch up
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You were an innmate at the fortress of Meropide. Wriothsley didn't care why or how though. No, right now? He cared about how purely naive and oblivious you were.
Here's the story:
You and he were somewhere around the same age, and you'd become friendly during your earlier years at the fortress just before he became Duke. You weren't exactly close because of this fact, but with his position and the positive changes he enforced, you felt that he was the right man to talk to about a lot of things.
One of these things you felt you could talk to him about... was sex.
See, the other woman in your shared dormitory had been talking about men.
There were a lot of men in the fortress, but one woman was talking specifically about her boyfriend, still on the surface, and how... fervently they'd come together when her sentence was up - in a few months.
The second woman was content with her life in the Fortress and spoke openly of her sexual adventures within, she had a good life there, and could indulge in whoever she wanted, to an extend. She was satisfied.
The third woman was a little more prudish, but being as close as she was to her roommates, she opened up under vert little pressure and told them about one of the men she'd been seeing recently - a sweet guy who was a hard worker. They shared a lot in common and she was sure she was in love with him.
Then the three woman turned to you, the 4th, their other roomate. You must have looked like a deer in headlights because they told you you don't need to share if your uncomfortable. You shook your head at them
"It's not that... I just... I'm afraid I don't understand"
"Are you by chance..." one of the woman asked, a little shocked
"I-it doesn't matter, you don't need to tell us if you don't want to!" The third woman told you.
You nodded at them.
But the conversation had you thinking.
You knew very little of what they talked about, you wanted to relate, but you couldn't.
So you asked for help. From Writhosley, which, in hindsight, asking a man you had a slight crush on for advice about sex was NOT the best idea, purely for your own nerves, as you were just realising how suggestive your question was. So you tried to explain.
"Its just. the other woman, they've had all kinds of experienced, but I've never had any... it's hard to relate and I wanted to ask them, but... it's a little embarrassing"
"So you came to me?"
Writhosley sat in his office chair, looking up at you as you fidgeted. You asked him to avoid embarrassing yourself, and here you are embarrassing yourself ten times more.
He found it a little endearing. And cute.
Still, he had one question. How had you gone this far into your adult life and never even experimented. He'd never ask you that or course, but he'd offer his assistance.
That's why you were lay on his desk later that same night, he was showing you how to use your hands, or well, his hand.
He was leant over you, his fingers deep inside curling at all the right points, he had you squeeling.
Within minutes, he had you clenching around his fingers, rubbing yourself against his thumb that pressed so deliciously against your clit as you came down from your high. With how quick it was, he doubted you'd ever even touched yourself before.
The next time you visited him, he showed you how to use his mouth. It was... sensational, he had you whining and moaning and writhing over his desk while he sat comfortably on his chair, face buried in your most sensitive parts.
You came twice that time. He only stopped because didn't want to overwhelm you.
The third time, he hadn't actually arranged to meet you, he wasn't planning it, but you cane to his office of your own volition.
"You're doing so much to help me... I wanted... to help you too... if... y'know..." You weren't sure how to ask, and if was absolutely adorable of you. To stand infront of him, clenching your thighs together and twiddling your thumbs, offering to... help him. You'd noticed his trousers strain a couple of times, a tent forming, one that had you feeling more aroused every time you caught a glimpse. And when listening to the other woman you shared a room with, that meant he was exited. And... well, you'd be more than happy to get on your knees for him.
He let you too, sat at his desk, chair turned to the side so you'd have room. You used your hand to jack him off. At some point you must have grown curious of something, because your tongue was flicking over his tip, gathering precum, giving you a taste. Apparently you liked it, because you took him as far as you could into your mouth after that.
And boy oh boy were you a natural. You were oddly good at sucking him dry, he had to pull you off in the end, after he'd come, afraid you'd overestimate him too much if he let you go for another round... and then another... and...
He didn't offer a fourth time, a fourth lesson. He wasn't willing to go any further with you, not because he didn't want to, no, he REALLY wanted to. But, well, you weren't in a relationship, so, to go much further, was out of the question. He wasn't going to make you do that. (Not that he was making you do anything anyway, but still)
"So...what now...?" You asked him.
You associated his office with pleasure, but that pleasure was dissipating when he said he wasn't going to do any more with you, use his fingers, or his mouth, his thigh if you wanted, but he'd never have himself inside of you.
You didn't really understand it, but you enjoyed your time together in such intimate moments far too much to just let it go.
So you carried on visiting. And for months it was the same.
Your visits with him worked, you could understand what they were talking about, but one vital thing felt like it was missing.
So you confided in your first roomate, she was in a committed relationship, had been for a while, maybe she'd understand.
"Your in love"
"What?"
So that was it. You had a crush on him, but apparently in all your time together, it was becoming more. Everything made sense too.
Why you'd seek him out for more than just your alone time in his office, you'd have dinner together, so often that other prisoners believed sincerely that you were his favorite - and you were. He sought you out for a lot of reasons too, never anything important, he just liked to check on you.
You believed maybe he felt the same.
So you asked.
And he said no.
You stayed in your room that day, you didn't go to work, and your roomates were worried.
So the second roomate sought Writhosley out.
Whatever she said, you didn't know, but he was visiting you the next night, in your dormroom, when all your roomated just so happened to be gone, busy doing various things.
He kissed you then. That was the first time his lips ever met yours and it felt desperate.
But you pushed him away. He didn't love you. He didn't get the right to kiss you, didn't even have the right to touch you anymore.
Except he did - love you I mean. The right to touch you isn't his.
It was hard for him to express how he felt for you, not because he wasn't sure, he was damn near certain. But he had a reputation to uphold. He didn't know how dating you would affect it, would you be in danger? Would people loose respect? Would you become a target for harassment? Would your colleagues ostracize you?
"It's a bit late for that don't you think? They already think your playing favorites... but... I have friends, good friends, so, you needn't worry so much"
That was true wasn't it? He wasn't careful enough with you. And your friends were clearly good, your roomate was damn near ready to punch some sense into him after a little confrontation. He can be so stupid sometimes.
"Fuck it then"
He took you then. Finally, really took you, properly, how you wanted him too. With your consent or course, he asked first. He had to make sure you weren't too upset with him. But with a gentle smile, and a peck to the lips, you gave him the go ahead.
He had you missionary, he wanted to see your face, for the first time at least. He wanted to watch how your expressions contorted, and hear how you whined out his name clear as day.
He could have gone harder, he wanted to be rougher. But he held himself, there would be time for that later.
Right know, he was showing you that he cared
And it was beautiful expression.
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ventisapple25 · 3 months
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Hmm..lets do a yandere!Scara shall we?
(Pic not mine)
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Also this can also be seen as wanderer or
kunikuzushi(kabukimono)
Lets do this in Smut style
Tw
Dead dove do not eat.
Bad grammar
Masterbation
Non consensual(??)
Somnophilia(??)
Stalking
Creep
Scaramouche
OOC
Please notify me if theres anymore
Yandere!Scara who would climb your window as a habit and just finds you one day masterbating
Yandere!Scara who would get hard when you struggle to pleasure yourself and wished that your fingers were him instead
Yandere!Scara who NEEDS to go to your room to fuck you and WANTS you to feel pleasure with him
Yandere!Scara who one day decides he cant take it anymore and came through your window to sneak into your room while you sleep
Yandere!Scara He jerks off watching you peacefully sleep with your mouth open
Yandere!Scara When he set his hand's pace he shoots out his strings of cum into your body
Yandere!Scara Who would open his eyes to see you covered in his liquid and he admires you
Yandere!Scara who gets out of his trance and gets wipes from the side of your desk and cleans you up leaving the cum thats on your mouth only
Yandere!Scara who then kisses you on the cheek and goes to the window then takes one a camera out of his pocket and takes a pic
Yandere!Scara who then leaves the pic and everything that halpend buried into his mind.
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Made by @ventisapple25 Please dont repost,plagiarize,nor translate
Thats all i can think for this au.but whatever please dont mind my bad explaining sometimes im bored and do this , please no hate
Vote me if you want please?
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