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deunmiu-dessie · 18 days

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you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

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swiftmitsu · 2 months

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For a second there I thought the ask said Killager like Killer but as a minecraft villager

anon why.

i hate that i did this.

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zyonsay · 4 months

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Max x male reader where reader loves kissing Max' little mole on his top lip? 🙏🙏

So many kisses MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Max has to go- but kisses first!

Reader: none, only 'you'

Warnings: None

Now playing: 'Brooklyn Baby' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hi there anon! Im SOOO sorry that i took this long!! I was in school when i saw it and i needed to focus on an exam i was about to take. Also, you're so real for this request. i fucking love you. AND imagine this with Oscar Piastri, since he's COVERED in moles.

Fun Fact of the day: My biology teacher belongs in federal prison.

I hope you enjoy this short lil something!

“Hold still”, a playful groan erupted from Max’s figure. He was standing there, in his suit, looking heavenly and he expected you to not shower him with kisses? Foolish.

Sitting on the bathroom sink, you had both hands slung around your boyfriend’s neck, while kissing every little freckle and mole on his face and neck. A soft tune played in the background and the bathroom was still warm from the hot shower Max had just taken.

A sweet, bashful grin was plastered over his face and his blue green marbled eyes had a deep adoration in them, just like the moment his eyes first met yours. Like the moment he fell in love with you.

His gentle hands held your waist, so carefully, as if you were the most valuable thing in the world. In his world, you certainly were. “I need to leave in a few minutes baby. “ Sadness crept in his tone, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, he enjoyed this moment fully. His shoulders were relaxed, and his chest heaved and sunk with giggles, while you kept covering him in soft, tingling kisses.

You carefully eyed the mole above his lip, then slowly let your eyes trail up to his. Smiling sweetly, you placed a kiss on it. You weren’t expecting him to pull you in for a real kiss, but you happily obliged. His hand slid up into your hair and pulled you further into the passionate kiss.

“Maybe I can stay a few minutes longer”

#ZyonsRequests #i love you anon #Anon is so smart #gay #male reader #f1 x male reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #reader insert #x reader #max verstappen x male reader #male reader insert #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #max verstappen

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peachesofteal · 3 months

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Rubs hands together

#peaches asks #I love you anon #you’re my type of person

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dragonsbabe · 1 year

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im the same anon that sent the post about perv jace few hours ago, im gonna use the -🛐 so you know its me

another thing he does is, since his twin's virginity is "so important", at first, he just places his cock outside of her pussy and just thrusts into it. i think the name is intercrural? i hope thats what it is. his twin's legs are closed so it feels better. this happens a few nights but then on the third, his cock just accidentally goes in. jace was worried for a few minutes but then realized his twin actually wanted it.

NSFW jacaerys x twin! sister

tw. twinc*st. just bad p*rn. minors dni. 18+

omg yes, you're my first anon to use an emoji. I'm so happy 🥺💖 and with that said. This is so hot. I repeat myself, I love you and you're a genius, my love.

• I think it's also called thighfucking? And this made me think about this visual

• he had his eyes close, enjoying the feeling of fucking your thighs

• and suddenly his dick just slipped in and a deep groan escaped his lips.

• "i'm sorry" he said ashamed and worried for hurting you and ruin you

• "I'm so sorry. You're okey?" he asked, starting to going out even though you felt so good, so warm and tight

• "no" you moved your hips against his, taking him in again "don't stop" you moaned

• you didn't have to say it twice. Jace started to thrust into you desperately trying to not cum so soon

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iwaasfairy · 9 months

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atsuko would def hump your pillow when your away on vacations with kawa and sleep on your side of the bed bc he misses how his mom smells and gets such good sleep with the scent of you surrounding him each night. he gets lonely though and sometimes spams you with calls when he’s either horny or missing you, and it pisses kawa oFF. ‘suko thinks it’s fun though, seeing his dad all upset over stealing you away, and will continue to spam you with a bunch of useless shit. like, how to microwave things you’ve forgotten you’ve taught him before, asking you annoying questions that are irrelevant, or literally just calling you to hear your voice because he misses you. you’re very aware of atsuko’s difficulty with the constant need for attention, (much like his father ofc) so when you’re tanning on a beach in jamaica and find that he’s called you twelve times in last four hours, you simply shrug and smile to yourself about your clingy boy.

don’t even get me started on the amount of unsolicited dick pics/dirty audio you get within this span of two weeks…

sceAMING and crying anD convulsing!!! you're so right this isn't even a headcanon it's just true. he's so horny all the time and needs attention (your attention specifically), and if he can get a rise out of his dad because of it?? all the better. i know he calls you right before you go to sleep to "hear your voice" but really it's also because he knows you're cuddled up in tooru's arms and you will still take the call, and if he starts spewing some filth about how lonely it is in that big nice house and he can't stop thinking of you and how he'll save up his cum to fill you up completely as soon as you get back,,, it's another stroke to his ego that he'll hear tooru huff and puff from behind you.

(it's all fun and games until tooru makes you pick up the phone when he's balls deep in you though. watch the boy get his feelings hurt lowkey bc he wants to be your one and only)

#tw.incest #i love tHE BOY I LOVE THIS MESSAGE AND #i LOVE YOU ANON #bLESS YOUR BRAIN NOW Im thiNKING OF IT sO MUCH HHHHH #💫oc.atsuko #honey mail

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time4blood · 20 days

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Can you draw karkat hunch over on the floor after eating taki's

this image entered my brain and wouldn’t leave until i drew it like a fucked up vision from god, except god is an anon for my davekat blog and the prophecy i’m delivering is karkat hunched over on the floor after eating takis in dramatic lighting

#homestuck #hs karkat #karkat vantas #homestuck karkat #davekat daily #sadstuck #probably the funniest ask i’ve ever gotten #i love you anon

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bearhugsandshrugs · 5 months

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imagine gortash dealing with a drunk tav during big festivities aah the teasingg and tav getting soo bold and flirty, acting lovey-dovey and totally incapable to resist the sight of his hairy chest peaking through his coat, while she forgets that they're only allies and that she shouldn't let her guard down around him.. she just can't resist!!

- gortash brainrot anon

Shit, you're killing me. Let's be friends. I want to be friends with you (really)

You know he's torn. On the one hand, shit, he's so smug about it: The little hero, here at the celebration, staring at him so blatantly with hardly any intent hidden. Oh he knows he could take her to another room with a word, pull up her dress, eat her out until she cries out his name, then fuck her, and lastly watch his seed drip out of her.

But where would be the fun in that?

He oh so enjoys it when she tries hard to keep it together, when she tells him to go fuck himself during negotiations, rolling her eyes at him, scoffing. Once he saw her give him the middle finger during a meeting, a hidden gesture only he saw, and he wanted to clear the room and take her right there, but of course, he couldn't.

Now that she's drunk there's a different emotion though: Concern. Will she be alright? Will she throw herself at another man to compensate? Will she get picked up by another man, will someone seduce her, pressure her? Well they better not. He'd hate to bloody his hands tonight.

But then her giggle pulls him out of his thoughts, and she brushes against his arm as she walks by – half intentional, half because her movements have gotten hazy – and she whispers "Frown face" in passing. Gortash bites down a chuckle, really, what the fuck?, she makes no sense at all, but it's adorable how the alcohol has her thinking she's so smug and smooth.

Ultimately he waves over the head server, instructing him to water down her drink until it's mostly water. There will be other balls, other opportunities. He'd rather have her fully present when he fucks her. It's more fun this way: Watching her struggle with herself first, and then give in second. And oh, he knows she will. Now that he's seen her stare at him, seen her lust after him, he knows. He fully knows.

And he intends to utilize this knowledge to the best of his abilities.

#enver gortash #my writing #gortash x tav #gortav #I LOVE YOU ANON #could write a million of these scenarios they will never tire me

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filibusterfrog · 1 year

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I read your comic and it is so fun I've literally read it like four timessss ..why are you so good at writing, how???

got lots of opinions on things and i cannot physically restrain myself from sharing them sometimes so i write characters to say them in less annoying ways than i would

#croaks #i love you anon

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jamonartzzz · 1 year

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Hello, I'm Anon from the kiss request, it can be any language you want to write and express….

Anon asked: Can I ask for a Yandere wally with a reader who is trapped in his world in his human form, maybe the reader is confused and asks and asks wally for help to get back to his world or adapt... Now a little cuteness maybe the reader she was distracted and didn't notice Wally's presence so she fell on top of him and accidentally kissed him (sorry cliché romance scene, maybe this is wally's first kiss on the mouth?)

English is not my first language, however, I hope you like it. Sincerely yours, Jamón.

Languages: English and Spanish.

It all started when you decided to go to that puppet website. Honestly, you found the characters and their story endearing. You also noticed Wally, the only conscious being. Honestly, you didn't see him as a threat. After all, you were stronger than him, weren't you?

You could say, in a way, Wally got your attention. You didn't let your guard down to his constant gaze, though. Another strange thing that was happening to you, is that you were getting calls from a stranger. Who you couldn't hear very well. But you dismissed any intrusive thoughts at the thought of someone capable of playing a prank on you.

You don't know how and why it happened, but your body ended up inside a cliff. You remember seeing darkness. A sea of danger surrounded you as you realized you were in a place totally different from your world. With much pain, you stood up giving a solemn look around you; the sky was so blue that it hurt your eyes, the colors of nature were almost artificial and everything seemed absurdly happy in this place of fallacy.

You don't know how much time passed, but you were walking in this forest. Dodging leafy trees and wondering if life was playing a trick on you. You thought it was a dream and nothing more. However, the pain in your legs were too latent to conclude that this is an ephemeral dream. You ended up finding a small town. A neighborhood very striking and familiar to you. In your survival instinct, you look for someone to help you. And to your dismay as a surprise, the inhabitants are the characters you saw on the website.

"Neighbor? Are you who I think you are...?"

You turn around when you hear a strangely familiar voice. Your eyes were stunned at what they saw: it was Wally, in all his majesty. He had that goofy grin and wide eyes from the shockingly unconventional encounter. Yet, from his tone, you could tell he was happy.

"Finally... After so long, I waited for your coming. I was tired of not seeing or hearing from you over that fuzzy phone, Ha, Ha, Ha."

The memories hit you like ice water. Calls? And the constant feeling that you were being watched?

All this time... Was he the forerunner? When you came to this accelerated conclusion, Wally only got closer to you. His happy gaze and graceful movements were a sight to behold. On the other hand, from your perspective, he was someone you couldn't completely trust because of everything you saw on the website.

That day was just the beginning of your new life. And as a human, it was very difficult to get used to it, because you had a planned life in your world. The hardest part here was how peaceful everything was. And to top it all off, Wally was the one who proposed (dragged, actually) you to stay in his house. Since you were already 'friends' and having someone 'as amazing as you' would be fabulous (those were his words; you wondered how he could consider you his friend so soon).

Your odyssey began there. To begin with, you asked and asked ad nauseam how to get home (you had goals and you're still young!) And what did Wally do? He would only give short answers (according to you, it didn't help at all), or just stand silently, looking at you with his restless black eyes. As if he was looking at the nakedness of your soul.

You felt fed up. No one would give you answers. And Wally would barely let you chat with the neighbors, if you were lucky, you could talk to Barnabay or Julie. The rest of them, you couldn't see, because according to Wally 'you weren't ready to meet them yet'.

Days, weeks, months went by.... And your hopes of returning home diminished. Your relationship with Wally improved. Even if at times, there were tense moments about knowing the truth of this world, about his basement or him in general.... You can still say you get along well with him. It wasn't easy.

Basically, you let your guard down a little at a time. And you found Wally interesting when he was attentive and certainly kind. Be nice to him and he will be too. Although he's always 'nice'...

To your surprise, they slowly became friends, officially.

Occasionally, you teased him about his strange way of eating with his eyes. You were even softer around him (which generated a slight blush on his cheeks, with that goofy grin of his and his widened eyes). Maybe you didn't realize.... But Wally was more protective of you. His charm often blinded you (he gets what he wants, always).

Speaking of another aspect, you know that Wally was always kind and said 'I love you very much' without any problem.... As time went on, you felt his 'I love yous' and other tokens of affection (like offering his arm for you to put your arm around his, like a gentleman) starting to have intensity.

That intensity that developed inside Wally became something more. The charismatic painter everyone knew became more possessive and susceptible for your attention. You only thought it was because both you and he were aware of the truth of this world. Maybe he just wanted to protect you?

On an ordinary day, you were inside his house, just like every damn day. You were looking for some book to read, you were so distracted that you didn't notice Wally's presence behind you, approaching.

When you turn around, your foot gets stuck on the protruding wooden floor. The book falls noisily to the floor... What about you? Well, you fell on Wally, the poor well-dressed man. He managed to get his hands on your hips to support you, but it didn't help much because you still fell to the floor, together. Wally swore he felt a softness on his lips. Something so gentle and soft on top of his lips. His pupils only grew larger all at once as he realized the situation: your lips were joined with his. They were like two jigsaw puzzles joined tightly together.

They could both feel their hearts beating like in a marathon. Slowly, you stood up with a blush on your cheeks. Wally, meanwhile, was still on the floor, with some strands of his hair were disheveled from falling to the ground. He was still processing the event. In fact, his cheeks were still red and his eyes were dilated.

"Please excuse me! It was an accident..."

You hurriedly tried to apologize. As you gave Wally a hand to stand up. Clearly you were both still thinking how good the joining of your lips felt.

Wally finally regained his composure. His smile deepened, his eyelids relaxed giving a bold look. His cheeks were still red when he stood up and stared at you, with a strange dark love in his eyes (despite having angel vibes).

"It's okay, dear, no problem..."

Did he just use a flirtatious tone? It was hard to tell, Wally always gave silly smiles, but this smile was a different tone.

"Are you... sure?"

You asked, still shaken by the event. You could still feel the touch of his lips on yours.

Wally only widened his smile when he heard your voice.

"No problem, dear friend, it will be something between you and me after all..."

You were sure he meant something else in that sentence... You just felt overwhelmed (in a good way) by the look of adoration he was giving you.

You just smiled, knowing that Wally loved it when you smiled.

(Thank you very much for reading the English version! This scenario is slightly inspired by my fanfic [Human Reader, self aware], btw. If you have English corrections to make to me, feel free to do so in the comments).

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En Español.

Todo empezó cuando decidiste entrar a esa página web de marionetas. Honestamente, encontraste entrañable los personajes y su historia. También notaste a Wally, el único ser consciente. Sinceramente, no lo viste como una amenaza. Después de todo, eras más fuerte que él, ¿no?

Se podría decir, que de cierta forma, Wally llamó tu atención. Aunque no bajaste la guardia a su mirada constante. Otra cosa extraña que te pasaba, es que obtenías llamadas de un desconocido. Al cual no podías oírlo bien. Pero descartaste cualquier pensamiento intrusivo ante la idea de que alguien capaz te hacía una broma.

No sabes cómo y por qué pasó, pero tu cuerpo terminó dentro de un precipicio. Recuerdas haber visto oscuridad. Un mar de peligrosidad te rodeó al darte cuenta que estabas en un lugar totalmente distinto a tu mundo. Con mucho dolor, te levantaste dando una mirada solemne a tu alrededor; el cielo era tan azul que dolía a los ojos, los colores de la naturaleza eran casi artificiales y todo parecía absurdamente feliz en este lugar de falacia.

No sabes cuánto tiempo pasó, pero estuviste caminando en este bosque. Esquivando árboles frondosos y preguntándote si la vida te estaba jugando una mala pasada. Pensaste que era un sueño y nada más. No obstante, el dolor en tus piernas eran muy latentes como para concluir que esto es un efímero sueño. Terminaste encontrando un pequeño pueblo. Un vecindario muy llamativo y familiar para ti. En tu instinto de supervivencia, buscas a alguien que te ayude. Y para tu consternación como sorpresa, los habitantes son los personajes que viste en la página web.

"¿Vecino/Vecina? ¿Eres quién creo que eres...?"

Te volteas al oír una voz extrañamente familiar. Tus ojos quedaron atónitos a lo que veían: era Wally, en toda su majestuosidad. Tenía aquella sonrisa tonta y los ojos bien abiertos por el impactante encuentro poco convencional. Aún así, por su tono, se podía deducir que estaba feliz.

"Finalmente... Después de tanto tiempo, esperé por tu venida. Estaba cansado de no verte ni escucharte por ese teléfono difuso, Ja, Ja, Ja"

Los recuerdos te cayeron como agua helada. ¿Llamadas? ¿Y la sensación constante de que estabas siendo vigilado/vigilada?

Todo este tiempo... ¿Fue él el precursor? Cuando llegaste a esta conclusión acelerada, Wally sólo se acercó más a ti. Su mirada feliz y sus movimientos llenos de gracia eran un espectáculo. Por el otro lado, desde tu perspectiva, era alguien al cual no puedes confiar completamente por todo lo que viste en la página web.

Aquel día solo fue el comienzo de tu nueva vida. Y como humana/humano, fue muy difícil acostumbrarte, pues tú tenías una vida planeada en tu mundo. La parte más difícil aquí era cuán pacífico era todo. Y para colmo de males, Wally fue el que te propuso (arrastró, en realidad) a que te quedes en su casa. Ya que eran 'amigos' y tener a alguien 'tan asombrosa/asombroso como tú' sería fabuloso (esas fueron sus palabras; te preguntaste cómo podía considerarte su amiga tan pronto).

Tu odisea comenzó ahí. Para empezar, tú preguntabas y preguntabas hasta el hartazgo cómo volver a casa (¡tenías metas y aún eres joven!). ¿Y qué hacía Wally? Solo daba respuestas cortas (según tú, no ayudaba de nada), o solamente se quedaba en silencio, mirándote con sus ojos negros inquietos. Como si estuviera viendo la desnudez de tu alma.

Te sentías harto/harta. Nadie te daba respuestas. Y Wally apenas te dejaba charlar con los vecinos, con suerte, podías hablar con Barnabay o Julie. El resto de ellos, no podías verlos, porque según Wally 'aún no estabas listo/lista para conocerlos'.

Pasaron días, semanas, meses... Y tus esperanzas para volver a casa disminuían. Tu relación de Wally mejoró. Incluso si a veces, hubo momentos tensos por saber la verdad de este mundo, sobre su sótano o él en general... Aún puedes decir que te llevas bien con él. No fue fácil.

Básicamente, bajaste la guardia de a poco. Y encontraste interesante era Wally cuando era atento y ciertamente amable. Sé bueno con él y él lo será también. Aunque él siempre 'bueno'...

Para tu sorpresa, lentamente se hicieron amigos, oficialmente...

Ocasionalmente, te burlabas de él por su extraña forma de comer con los ojos. Incluso fuiste más blando a su alrededor (lo cual generó un leve sonrojo en sus mejillas, con aquella sonrisa tonta suya y sus ojos ensanchados). Tal vez no te diste cuenta... Pero Wally fue más protector contigo. Su encanto muchas veces te cegaba (él consigue lo que quiere, siempre).

Hablando de otro aspecto, sabes que Wally siempre fue amable y decía 'Te quiero mucho' sin problema alguno... Conforme pasaba el tiempo, sentías que sus 'Te quiero' y otras muestras de afecto (como ofrecer su brazo para que tú lo rodees con el de él, como un caballero) empezaban a tener intensidad.

Aquella intensidad desarrollada en el interior de Wally, se convirtió en algo más. El pintor carismático que todos conocían, se volvía más posesivo y susceptible por tu atención. Tú sólo pensaste que era así porque tanto tú como él eran conscientes de la verdad de este mundo. ¿Tal vez sólo quería protegerte?

En un día común, estabas adentro de su casa, como todos los malditos días. Estabas buscando algún libro para leer, estabas tan distraída que no notaste la presencia de Wally detrás de ti, acercándose.

Cuando te volteas, tu pie queda atascado en el piso de madera sobresaliente. El libro cayó ruidosamente al piso... ¿Y tú? Bueno, caíste encima de Wally, del pobre hombre bien vestido. Él logró llevar sus manos en tu cadera para sostenerte, pero no ayudó mucho porque igualmente cayeron al piso, juntos. Wally juró sentir una suavidad en sus labios. Algo tan gentil y suave encima de sus labios. Sus pupilas sólo crecieron de golpe al darse cuenta de la situación: tus labios estaban unidos con los de él. Eran como dos rompecabezas bien unidas.

Ambos podían sentir sus corazones latir como en una maratón. Lentamente, te levantaste con un sonrojo en tus mejillas. Mientras Wally, seguía en el piso, con algunos mechones desordenados por caer en el piso. Él seguía procesando el suceso. De hecho, sus mejillas seguían rojas y sus ojos estaban dilatados.

"¡Por favor, discúlpame! Fue un accidente..."

Intentantaste disculparte apresuradamente. Mientras le diste una mano a Wally para pararse. Claramente ambos seguían pensando lo bien que se sentía la unión de sus labios.

Wally finalmente recuperó la compostura. Su sonrisa se volvió más profunda, sus párpados se relajaron dando una mirada audaz. Sus mejillas seguían rojas cuando él se levantó y te miró fijamente, con un extraño amor oscuro en sus ojos (pese a tener vibras de ángel).

"Está bien, querida, no hay problema..."

¿Acaba de usar un tono coqueto? Era difícil saberlo, Wally siempre dio sonrisas tontas, pero esta sonrisa era de otro tono.

"¿Estás... seguro?"

Preguntaste, aún agitada por el suceso. Aún podías sentir el toque de sus labios en los tuyos.

Wally solo amplió su sonrisa cuando oyó tu voz.

"No hay problema, querida amiga/querido amigo, será algo entre tú y yo después de todo..."

Estabas seguro/segura que él quiso decir algo más en aquella oración... Solo te sentiste abrumado/abrumada (en el buen sentido) por la mirada de adoración que te estaba dando.

Tú solo sonreíste, sabiendo que a Wally le encantaba cuando sonreías.

(¡Muchas gracias por leer la versión en Español, la versión más fiel de esta escritura! Este escenario está levemente inspirado en mi fanfic [Human Reader, self aware], por cierto. Si deseas apoyarme, agradecería tu saludo o un corazón. Atentamente, la escritora).

#wally darling #Welcome home #welcome home wally #wally darling x you #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #Reader #tw yandere #Self aware #Anon #Hey Anon #I love you Anon #You will love me Anon #Yandere #yandere x reader #welcome home barnaby

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propertyofkylar · 6 months

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visitings whitneys moms grave with him on mothers day !!!

anon. whoever you are. i will find you. how DARE YOU

anyway haven’t written angst in YEARSSSS since i was in high school prbly so i hope i do this prompt justice

You walked slowly by your boyfriend’s side, his expression more dour than usual. It was only recently that Whitney had started opening up to you more about his feelings, and you still weren’t entirely sure how to navigate it.

It came as somewhat of a surprise when Whitney told you his mother had died when he was young. He rarely showed emotions, but you could tell the wound still hurt him.

It had made you realize - though you grew up in an orphanage and he still lived with other living family members - that the two of you weren’t really so different.

You looked around at your surroundings before hesitantly reaching out to take Whitney’s hand in yours. He flashed you a surprised look, before his sullen expression reappeared. But he clutched to your hand as though his life depended on it.

Today was a special day. It was Mother’s Day. Since neither of you had a living mother, Whitney had decided to take you to visit his mother’s grave.

You had picked some lilies from your garden and Whitney was holding them in his other hand as the two of you trod ahead. He had been unusually silent the entire walk, but that wasn’t too surprising considering the circumstances.

“Here,” his voice snapped you out of your reverie. “She’s here.”

He led you to a small, nondescript headstone. Your eyes shifted between his mother’s name, birthday and death date and Whitney himself. What do you say at a time like this?

Whitney set the flowers down and then sat himself beside them. “Don’t expect me to, like, talk to her grave or any of that shit,” he said, lighting up a cigarette. “Not happening.”

You gave him a small smile before sitting down next to him. “Didn’t think you would.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he let you, the smell of smoke filling the air. “Do you remember her?”

Whitney stared ahead a moment before answering. “Kinda. She was warm. She was real good at cooking,” he took another puff of his cigarette before turning to you. “You?”

“Me?” It always surprised you when Whitney actually seemed interested in your life. “No. I don’t remember either of my parents at all.”

“Hm,” he looked away again. “Wonder which is worse.”

You didn’t have an answer. Instead, you just sat in silence, idly playing with Whitney’s hair as he continued smoking.

“…I still have the teddy bear she gave me.”

Whitney’s voice startled you after the period of quiet. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “The raggedy one on the shelf over my bed. Gave it to me as a baby. Still kinda smells like her, if I breathe in real hard.”

You could picture the bear in your mind - you had been in Whitney’s room plenty of times. It was old and worn, but clearly well-loved. The thought of a little Whitney snuggling it brought a smile to your face. “She sounds sweet.”

Whitney sighed. “She was.” A few more moments passed before he stood up, brushing his pants and extending a hand to help you up. “Come on. It’s cold. Don’t want my slut getting sick.”

You took the hand gladly and stood with him, his eyes not leaving the grave.

He cast one last longing look before trudging forward. “I think she would’ve liked you, you know. She probably would’ve said something dumb like you’re a good influence on me,” he gave you a smirk. “What does she know, huh?”

Whitney’s hand didn’t let go of yours the whole walk back.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #whitney the bully #dol whitney #writing #WAAAA I LOVED WRITING THIS ANON IM KISSING U ON THE MOUTH #IM ON ONE KNEE #I LOVE YOU ANON

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ask-yandere-sim · 7 months

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Hey budo! Montara likes you!

Budo: Isn't that right, Mantaro?

Mantaro: Uhhehrhhhhh yeahh totally

#yandere simulator #yandere sim art #ask blog #budo masuyama #budo masuta #mantaro sashimasu #I love you anon #And I love this ship #Himbo Budo real

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pkmn-smashorpass · 7 months

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Just found out pressing "smash" means that I'd actually WANT to have sex with a pokemon instead of if i COULD, hypothetically, find a way to be physically and/or mentally able to fuck it somehow. all bc I thought it was baffling how uncreative some people here were ("there's obviously a way to fuck it, why did so many people passed this?") and actually decided to read the fucking blog.

Man i sure do own some explanations for the gods huh

This blog is literally do what you want forever. Find the asexual thread if you can. It’s FULL of people playing this blog in all sorts of weird ways. Smashing Pokémon with a hammer, “smash” means most huggable, people put smash for datable ones.

And my personal favorite

“For me this blog is a fun guessing game that I am not very good at”

Anyway, smash and pass mean whatever you want them to mean

#this blog has DIVERSITY #DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER #I love you anon #also I’m tipsy #ask #anon #pokemon #pkmn #pkmn smash or pass #pokemon smash or pass #smash or pass #markiplier

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deunmiu-dessie · 14 days

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u are a literal gift to tumblr.

♡♡𝆬 🐇nonnie! seriously, your hand in marriage? i totally didn't screech when i woke up and read this. want a spring wedding? hm? ilysm thank you lovie, mwah 😙 ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

#nonnie #my answers #✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧#writeblr #writerscommunity #ILYSM THANK U THANK U #thanks anon!#i love you anon #༝༚༝༚#🐇 anon #bunny #YOU HAVE ME SO FLUSTERED #SQUEALING RN #no but seriously #marriage?

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dragonsbabe · 1 year

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missgurll im in an angsty mood as well

unrequited love headcanons with aegon,

like aegon is absolutely In love with said reader, but she has her eye on someone else and aegon catches her with the other man and its just an angsty moment of aegon asking "did you ever love me ?" "am I not good enough ?" "we could have had it all, the 7 kingdoms and my purest devotion" im dyinggg

I loved this one here omg okey listen to me, my love 💖

unrequited love

It is so obvious for everyone that Aegon is in love with you

He is a jerk with everyone but you

He's always giving you gifs for no reason

And he makes sure you have fresh flowers every day in your room

Aegon loves the fact that you're always holding his hand and cuddling him

Or the nights you spend together in his room talking and you fall asleep with him in his bed

And it's easy to him to misinterpret all the things you do

And that's why he refuses to accept the idea of you liking someone else

He has noticed the way you smile to a certain man across the room

And how you're always so smily for no reason

No, you can't be in love with someone that it's not him

Aegon has always given you everything you want and more

He gave you his heart and purest devotion

But to you, you are just friends and that will never change

But it's one night when he sees you outside your room kissing the man when his heart breaks

"am I not good enough?" he asks entering your room

"what are you talking about?"

"I saw you with him a while ago. I thought that you loved me"

Now you understand what's going on.

"I do love you. But not in the way you love me" you explain, noticing his tearful eyes "I'm really sorry, Aegon. I tried to love you back, I really did, but I love him" you try to cuddle him, but he pushes you away.

"Maybe you didn't try enough. If you give me more time..."

"I'm sorry, Aegon" you shake your head

He walks out of your room with a smirk, hiding how hurt he is.

And after that day his hurt turns into anger

He's willing to make your life hell

I'm sure he would tell everyone that he took your maidenhood

Maybe that way you won't get married

And anyone would want to be with you

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cherryrainn · 10 months

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can you write angst with striker,

a songfic with "i bet on losing dogs" by mitski??

like do whatever you want with the fic, theyre a couple, not a couple. anything. thats all up to you!

I LOVE MITSKI AND I LOVE THIS SONG AND I LOVE STRIKER AND I LOVE ANGST AND I LOVE YOU

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— i bet on losing dogs

striker x reader

song link; click here

the walls of your small apartment seemed to close in on you as you sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, staring at the silent phone in your hand. striker, the love of your life, had promised he would be home soon. but the hours turned into days, and the days into a week, with no sign of his return.

my baby, my baby

you held onto the hope that he was out there, fulfilling his dangerous duties, protecting you and the dark secrets you shared. each passing moment without him felt like an eternity, the weight of his absence suffocating your fragile heart.

you're my baby, say it to me

as the world outside grew dim and the shadows danced around you, tears welled up in your eyes. you remembered the tender moments, the stolen kisses, and the whispered promises of forever. striker had once vowed to protect you, to be your shelter in the storm of this chaotic world.

baby, my baby

but then, one evening, the sound of the front door creaking open filled the silence, causing your heart to skip a beat. striker stepped inside, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. his pale red skin seemed paler than usual, his yellow eyes weary and distant.

tell your baby that I'm your baby

you rushed towards him, hope flickering within your chest,

"striker, you're finally home!" you said, your voice filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. "i missed you so much."

striker glanced down at you briefly, his eyes betraying a hint of weariness. "yeah, been a long week," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual warmth.

but as you reached out for him, your touch was met with an unexpected chill. he sidestepped your embrace, his focus elsewhere. without a word, he trudged past you and made his way to the bedroom.

i bet on losing dogs

confusion and hurt swirled within you. the once vibrant love between you had faded into a shadow of its former self. striker's actions spoke louder than any words, leaving you feeling invisible and insignificant.

as the night wore on, your mind raced with thoughts of what could have caused this abrupt change. the love you had bet on, the losing dog you had wagered your heart on, was slipping away with each passing moment.

i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place

morning arrived, the sun's rays piercing through the curtains, but the warmth they brought couldn't reach the icy barrier that had formed between you and striker. you watched silently as he prepared himself for another day of his dangerous work.

by the ring

"i hope you have a good day, striker," you whispered, your voice tinged with sadness.

striker glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable. "yeah, thanks," he replied curtly before heading out the door.

"i love you... striker."

and just like that, he was gone again.

where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

the room once again felt heavy with anticipation as you anxiously awaited striker's return. your heart had become a barren wasteland, starved of the affection and connection you so desperately craved.

i'll be there on their side

and then, as the sun began its descent, the sound of keys jingling and the creaking of a door filled the silence. striker stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the golden hues of dusk. his hat was tilted low, casting a shadow over his eyes, but the familiar presence of a cowboy filled the air.

"you've been waiting for me, darlin'?" striker's voice held a rasp, like a lonesome guitar strumming a mournful tune.

i'm losing by their side

you nodded, unable to hide the mix of relief and apprehension in your eyes.

striker slowly removed his hat, revealing a tired but genuine smile. the light caught the golden tooth in his sharp-toothed mouth, accentuating the rugged charm that drew you to him in the first place.

"it's been too long since i've really been home," striker admitted, his voice filled with a touch of remorse. "i've missed you, y/n'."

the cowboy had returned, ready to sweep you off your feet once again.

will you let me, baby, lose

as the night unfolded, striker regaled you with tales of his adventures in the vast, untamed land of hell. his voice carried the essence of the open plains and the scent of gunpowder, painting vivid pictures of a world beyond your reach.

on losing dogs

with the night drawing to a close, striker pulled you into his arms, his hold firm and protective.

i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place

"i can't promise i'll be here forever, darlin'," striker confessed, his voice tinged with both regret and sincerity. "but tonight, i'll hold you tight and make you feel like the only one in this wild, wild world."

a wave of both joy and melancholy washed over you as his words sank in.

as morning broke, casting a golden glow upon the land, striker rose from the bed, his cowboy hat perched upon his head once again. he turned to face you, his gaze filled with a mix of determination and longing.

by the ring

"i've gotta go, y/n," striker murmured, his voice carrying the weight of an assassins duty. "but tonight, y/n, i want cha' to go to our favorite restaurant," he said, his voice low and earnest. "wait for me, and i promise i'll be there."

your heart fluttered at his words, a renewed sense of hope washing over you.

where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

"yeah, alright. i'll be there," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and longing. "i'll wait for you, striker."

i wanna feel it

the night had arrived, filled with both anticipation and a glimmer of hope. you meticulously selected an outfit, something nice and sweet that would make striker's heart skip a beat. the words that had once echoed through your mind now took a backseat to the excitement of the evening.

i bet on losing dogs

you arrived at the restaurant, the familiar aroma of comfort and familiarity enveloping you. you took your seat, glancing at the empty chair across from you, waiting for striker to fulfill the promise he had made. minutes turned into hours, and the lyrics that had danced in your mind became a haunting echo, amplifying your heart's ache.

i always want you when i'm finally fine

you checked your phone, hoping for a message, a call, anything to reassure you that he was on his way. but there was only silence. the lyrics that had once been an anthem of love now became a somber melody, echoing through the empty spaces of the restaurant.

how you'd be over me looking in my eyes when i come

as the hours stretched on, your excitement turned to disappointment, and disappointment evolved into heartbreak. tears welled up in your eyes, a silent cascade of sorrow. you fought to keep your composure, to hide the pain that threatened to consume you. the words that had once sung of unrequited love now bore witness to your silent breakdown.

someone to watch me die

amidst the corner of the restaurant, you quietly wept, the tears falling like raindrops on the tablecloth. striker had failed to keep his promise, leaving you stranded in a sea of loneliness.

the night wore on, the restaurant slowly emptying, leaving you alone in a sea of empty chairs and untouched plates. the promise that had once painted a picture of hope now painted a stark reality, a reminder of the pain of betting on a losing dog.

someone to watch me die

and there you remained, seated in the empty restaurant, your heart aching with unfulfilled expectations.

time seemed to stand still as you held on to a sliver of hope, desperately clinging to the belief that striker would somehow find his way to you.

i bet on losing dogs.

but as the night wore on, the truth settled in like an unwelcome guest.

striker was not coming.