#:: anonymous asks

[leviismybby]

Oh to be Levi’s baby mama 😩

Right? I know the feeling because I am, we have ten kids, canon.

[ingeniousmindoftune]

Hey! If your doing requests, i was wondering if you could do a Smoke x Reader with the Survival part of the movie? With all the vampires and shit and make sure that reader or your ox gets bit but is killed. THANKS

Last Breath

Summary: In a world overrun by vampires, survival isn’t just about fighting; it’s about sacrifice. Smoke, a resilient survivor, and you are part of a ragtag group trying to make it through the chaos. But when one of you falls, the others must confront what it means to fight for their lives—and what they’re willing to give up for the chance to survive.

The world had turned upside down, and you were left with one cold, unrelenting truth: surviving wasn’t enough. You needed to fight for your life at every turn, and sometimes, you had to sacrifice everything to keep breathing. The vampires had taken everything from humanity—cities, families, homes—but it was the way they slowly chipped away at your soul that really broke you. The constant threat of being hunted, the feeling that any moment could be your last—it was overwhelming.

But Smoke? He was different. Tough, scarred, and with a heart that barely let anyone close, he had been your anchor in a world that had long forgotten what hope felt like. You had met him in the wreckage of a city, where the undead lurked in every shadow and no one trusted anyone. His eyes—steely blue, hard yet carrying something unspoken—had been the first thing you noticed, and you had known right then that he was someone you needed to stay close to. And, in a way, he’d felt the same. Though Smoke didn’t show it, you had become important to him.

For the past few weeks, the two of you had been running missions together, scavenging, keeping one step ahead of the vampires who ruled the night. It was dangerous work, but it was necessary. Every minute in the daylight was a gift, and you had to make the most of it.

Tonight’s mission was supposed to be simple. There were rumors of an old warehouse stocked with supplies that could help the survivors. The plan was clear—get in, grab what you could, and get out. But nothing ever went according to plan anymore.

You crouched behind a half-collapsed building, the remnants of a city that had been destroyed long ago. Smoke was ahead of you, signaling for you to follow him. You could hear the distant sounds of the city around you—mostly silence, except for the occasional hiss of a vampire in the distance, always waiting, always hunting.

“Stick close,” Smoke muttered, his voice low, gravelly, and alert. “We’re not alone here.”

You nodded, staying close to him as he led you through the shadows, careful to stay out of sight. Your heartbeat pounded in your chest, not from fear, but from the tension of knowing what was out there. Every sound, every crack in the distance made you jump, knowing full well that the vampires could be anywhere. You could feel the fear prickling up your spine, but you pushed it down. This was nothing new.

Smoke paused, holding up his hand. His eyes scanned the area. You didn’t need to ask what was going on; you could feel the shift in the air. Something was wrong.

“Stay here,” he whispered urgently, stepping forward. But before you could react, the unmistakable sound of footsteps reached your ears. Then came the telltale shriek—a vampire’s call. Your blood ran cold.

Smoke’s eyes widened. “Damn it.”

Without a second thought, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you into the nearest alley, his grip iron-tight as he pulled you down. You could hear the unmistakable thud of footsteps rushing toward you. Vampires. There were too many of them.

“We need to move,” Smoke said through clenched teeth, his voice tinged with panic you had never heard before.

Just as you turned to run, the first vampire emerged from the shadows, its glowing eyes fixed on you. Its fangs bared in a twisted smile, and before you could react, it lunged. Smoke was faster, slamming into it with a vicious punch, knocking it back. But the fight was far from over.

More vampires emerged, too many for you both to handle. Smoke fought, his moves quick and precise, but they were relentless. You fought alongside him, swinging a piece of metal you’d picked up earlier, managing to take down one of the vampires, but it wasn’t enough. They kept coming.

In the chaos, you saw Smoke take a hard hit. A vampire’s claws raked across his side, and as he staggered, another one came at him. You screamed, trying to warn him, but it was too late.

A vampire was already on him, sinking its fangs into his neck. The sound of tearing flesh echoed in your ears, and Smoke’s muffled grunt followed. His body went limp as the vampire pulled away, blood dripping from its lips.

“NO!” You ran toward him, throwing yourself at the vampire, but it was too strong. Another vampire grabbed you, holding you in place.

“Let him go!” you shouted, your heart hammering in your chest. But the vampire’s grip was unyielding. It pulled you away from Smoke, throwing you to the ground.

Your eyes locked onto Smoke, lying motionless in the dirt. His blood stained the earth beneath him, and you felt a sickening knot in your stomach. This wasn’t happening. He couldn’t be gone. Not like this.

Desperation surged through you. You couldn’t let him die—not like this. You struggled against the vampire that held you down, fighting with every ounce of strength you had left. You broke free for just a moment, and with a guttural scream, you lunged at the vampire closest to you. You managed to take it down, your anger fueling your every move. But it wasn’t enough.

A sharp pain exploded in your neck. The vampire had bitten you.

“Y/N!” Smoke’s voice was barely audible, but you heard him. His body jerked as he fought against the effects of the bite, but he was too weak to get up.

You reached for him, your hands shaking. The pain from the bite was already starting to cloud your thoughts, your vision blurring. You could feel the darkness creeping in, and you knew—this was it.

Smoke’s hand found yours, weak but still trying to hold on. His eyes were filled with regret, pain, and something deeper that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Don’t… leave me,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath.

You blinked away the tears blurring your vision, but there was no escaping the truth. You were both dying. Slowly, painfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered back, squeezing his hand one last time. “I fought… I fought for us.”

“I know,” Smoke breathed, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know.”

And then, all at once, the world around you went dark.

There would be no more fighting. No more struggle for survival. No more hope.

Just an empty battlefield, where two souls had once fought together to stay alive—only to lose it all.

Smoke and you were gone, but the world? It would keep spinning, unaffected by the sacrifices made in the shadows.

The vampires had won.

But for you and Smoke, you had fought together to the end.

[bunnis-monsters]

Female siren using readers pussy as an incubator for her eggs please?

Your lover cooed softly, nuzzling her face into your neck as her hand traced over your bulging belly.

“Thank you for keeping my young warm, my beloved…” she said in her smooth, elegant voice. “They are safe here, with you…”

You let out a little sigh, relaxing in the small pool of salt water. “I’d hope so, you’ve been keeping all of the predators away from this cave.”

She laughed, butting her head against your neck affectionately. “But of course… anything to keep you and our young safe…”

You tried not to look at the human skeletons littering the bottom of the pool, instead focusing on your girlfriend’s fingers playing with your sensitive clit.

“So lovely…” she purred, leaving kissing along your neck as one of her webbed fingers pushed into your needy cunt. “Even more lovely now that you’re carrying my eggs…”

She seemed to adore your chubby belly before, but went crazy over how it bulged with her eggs now. She cooed and fussed over you, licking your neck and cheeks affectionally before going back to pleasuring you.

“My sweetheart, all I could ever need…”

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[angelicbabydolll]

I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked so throughly that my thighs still shake after we’re done. I wanna be fucked so badly I ache in the morning. I wanna be cleaned up with their tongue and forced to orgasm again even when I whine that I can’t. I wanna be manhandled and thrown around the room like I’m a doll but still lovingly praised and degraded through all of it. I wanna have bruises and bites all over my body. I want my voice to be horse. I wanna be fucked.

[captainmalewriter]

I think you're obsessed with pecs.

And you're NOT??? 😟

Pecs have always been my favorite part of the male body. Honestly, I believe it's practically a universal thing to enjoy a nice pair of tits of your preferred gender and anyone that says otherwise is probably lying.

Like, c'mon, if I had a rack of thick, hairy honkers I'd be admiring/manhandling them nonstop. It's literally a stress ball right on the chest!

Even if not my own, I'm always beyond grateful to have an opportunity to caress and worship an awesome pair of pecs!!

And when I say worship, I mean worship like I am a fucking whore for a man's chest, I could literally spend a full 24 hours just doing this:

And one of the best part about pecs is that you don't need to touch to appreciate them. You can see them sweater puppies in action when a man is running, dancing, driving, practically anything!!

Honestly? I love pecs of all kinds of sizes, colors, hairiness, thickness, etc etc etc. If it's a man's chest, I'm already in love. Pecs are pecs in my book!

Although I will admit, there is one particular aspect to pecs that I can simply NEVER get enough of... Can you guess what it is?

P-E-C. B-O-U-N-C-E.

PEC BOUNCE!!

I just can't get enough of it! It's like food for my soul at this point haha.

So anon, have I convinced you? C'mon, come join the dark side, we got nice pecs here. Soon enough, you'll become obsessed too! All you'll think about is pecs! In fact, I bet it's already working.

You need to touch them... you need to grow your own... you need to bounce them... Pecs, pecs, pecs...

Anyways, I'll stop rambling now lmfao if you're a man with a chest, give your pecs a good squeeze for me ok? Please? You have a SEXY pair of pecs and they need love too! If you can, give them a little bounce too! It's good for you ;)

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

What fish would be improved with teeth? What fish shouldn't have teeth?

Hmm, honestly I think it would be super funny if seahorses or trumpetfish had teeth (and also give seahorses a decently moveable jaw). What if they went around making perfectly circle-shaped bite marks everywhere, like shallow water cookiecutter sharks? It would be priceless!

I don’t really have a fish that I think shouldn’t have teeth! Maybe… whale sharks. I reckon they don’t have much use for their mouth teeth! Also parrotfish shouldn’t have as many teeth as they have for sure.

[promptsbytaurie]

you don't have to do this but maybe some touch starved character B and character A who's love language is physical touch (if that makes sense)

my heart melts for that

of course!! sorry this took a while, it's been buzzing around in my brain forever !!

touch starved A + physical touch B

quotes:

"Is this okay?" "... Please."

"I just feel so empty and aching all the time and—are you hugging me?"

"What do you need?"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve this."

"Oh, love. Come here."

"They flinch away why I try and touch them but I see them hugging themselves when they're scared. I don't know how to help." "They'll come to you when they're ready."

"Can I have a hug?"

"Tell me whenever you get overwhelmed, okay?"

"Please, I promise I'll be better, please—" "I'm not going to hurt you, I swear."

prompts:

A is touch starved but B just thinks they don't like physical affection

5 times A flinched away from B's touch and one time they asked for it

The only touch A has ever had is violent—until B

A is the toughest, most resilient person B knows. It isn't until one vulnerable moment that B realizes how much A just needs to be held

A thinks they don't deserve to be touched and B works very hard to prove them wrong

B touches so casually (arms over shoulders, holding hands, hugging from behind) and A doesn't know how to handle it

more:

A - they feel guilty for not being able to give B what they want - feeling hollow, like their body is empty up to their skin - buzzing - electricity when they're touched - they both hate and love physical contact - emotionally drained - they shrink away from touch but they long for it from afar

B - they feel guilty for wanting something A can't give them - always repressing the urge to hug, hold, or even just touch A - can always tell when A wants it but won't give in to themselves - longing - prioritizes A's needs over their own - maybe doesn't allow themselves to feel alone too

i hope this helps!! thank you for the request, it was really fun to think about :]]]

[yandereunsolved]

Hello yan, bae its me who gave the isekai reader.

What if instead of isekai reader who is in a panicky state just matched The Cannibal's vibe, matching energy since riders and dragons at the least had some semblance.

Intimidating menace dragon with an equally intimidating, despite being short,menace rider.

Reader: Khan, fetch *pointing at the knight who pissed them off*

Cannibal who responds to the nickname: *roars before chasing the poor guy*

-

Aegon: you have a dragon that belongs to the house targayen give them back to us

Reader: boy make me

Aegon: I am no boy! I'm the king! And you shall bow before me

Reader: you're a bitch I was trying to be nice

Aegon:...

Thank you for the idea. I definitely love it. The Cannibal and reader being feral together is so much fun.

Here's my addition—

All of the Targaryens would immediately see reader as a threat. They would also be interested.

'Who is this man!?' kinda vibe.

Some would become obsessed with them because of the power they hold. Others would see them as a beacon of safety and hope.

🐉

The Cannibal loves Helaena because you like her. She's so sweet to you. She shows you all of her bugs and info dumps to you. The Cannibal is just sitting around the both of you. The fierce beast is ready to burn anyone who dares interrupt your time with her.

He also loves Dreamfyre. She's one of few dragons he can stand.

You giving her basic human decency causes her to obsess over you.

Helaena: "What do you want from me?"

Reader "Wot :?"

Helaena: "You're so cold with everyone else. Everyone fears your anger. You're so nice to me."

Reader: "That's because I enjoy spending time with you! I just want to hear your thoughts and have a friend."

Helaena: nose bleeds. "R-Really?" passes out.

🐉

Aegon II is jealous. Only because he's attracted to you, but you aren't attracted to him. He's needed a new plaything and you'd be perfect for it! You're so dom. It makes him salivate like a starved dragon.

Aegon II: "Darling—"

Reader: "No."

Every attempt by you is rebuffed. Even Cannibal has distaste for him.

He does what he does best. He threatens you and uses his power to make you bend the knee.

You have one dragon.

He rules seven kingdom and has many more.

🐉

Nyra is attracted to your fierceness. She recognizes it in herself. You feel like an escape for her. So naturally she becomes infatuated. She is a queen.

She tries her best to acquaint herself with you. She knows making friends with Cannibal is the biggest test.

Does Cannibal like her? Does he not?

[bambi-kinos]

What’s up with paul obsession with sex?? Im seeing many posts about paul being asked different things and he doing a 180• and answering about sex?

Some people are just naturally more horny than others. Paul is just kind of like that and always would be no matter where his life went.

Paul was initiated into a world of no-limits sex when he was 18 years old and he was made a man through the introduction to truly wild sexual expression in Hamburg. He was introduced to sexual ideas and scenes that he never imagined existed and would probably shock even us internet people.

Once he knew that kind of horny could be on tap, there's no way he was going back to an ordinary life of a wife who put out once every 2 weeks. He is telling the truth when he said he wanted to be a rockstar so he could have sex with a lot of girls. The Hamburg residency was not just musical, it was also sexual and Paul put a lot of effort into studying music and sex. And yes if you want to be good at it then you have to make it a discipline and a study and you have to practice. A lot of Paul's sexual interests were first practiced on brothel girls who were up for anything and he clearly learned a lot.

His best mate was John Lennon, a guy notoriously against restrictions. John encouraged Paul's sexual expression as he did for thousands if not millions of women all over the globe. There are lots of people with stories about spending the night with John and coming out as different people on the other side.

Paul is terrified of being alone but not willing to commit to true intimacy. Sex is an easy way to have someone's physical company for a few hours but he can jettison a sex worker the moment she becomes too much trouble. Some people have emotional support dogs, Paul has emotional support hookers.

Paul demands artificial closeness where he is benefitting materially from his time and mental investment but he still controls the field and sets the terms. This defines most if not all of the non-Beatle relationships in his life. See: Nancy Shevell, Jane Asher, Robert Fraser, Jane Asher's mother. All of these relationships while supposedly "deep" and "close" all end up mirroring Paul's patronage of prostitutes. They are for his emotional and/or material benefit and he will end them the moment they become inconvenient no matter how personally fond of them he may be. See: Heather Mills, Jane Asher's family when she broke up with him.

Sex is an emotional and material benefit for Paul that doesn't require a lot of work or investing from him because he has something they want. For sex workers this is his money and his company; for regular people it's his money and his company and the illusion that they have a special relationship with him. Paul even gets an additional bit of chuff from selling this illusion and he enjoys their emotional back and forth while knowing he has the power to end it at any moment. Very reassuring for a lonely control freak. All of it is a form of prostitution.

Coping with his own PTSD from Beatlemania and a traumatic upbringing. Paul, like the other Beatles, was sexually assaulted, chased, yanked, punched, spat on, forcibly kissed, and stalked by deranged fans. This is on top of his childhood with abusive parents that couldn't decide what they actually wanted to teach their kids.

Frankly I think that Paul's sex obsession is a response to the parentification he experienced when Mary died and responsibility for the entire household dropped on him all at once. See the "but what will we do without her money" quote which was the exact moment that Paul realized he was now head of the household no matter what Jim said or did. Sex becomes a comfort/distraction/break/escape as a result. Remember, Paul was partially driven into John's arms because Jim was beating Paul at home.

John was very horny and Paul mirrored his actions and desires. John and Paul were not just mirroring each other musically or emotionally, they mirrored each other sexually as well. The timing of Linda's first pregnancy implies to me that Paul wanted to try for a baby because Yoko was pregnant. The end result was Mary.

John mentored him sexually and eased him into uncomfortable but still safe situations like the group wanks to further mold Paul's desires in a direction John liked. He encouraged Paul's revealed preference for enjoying feminization by putting him in the position of being John's girlfriend/wife, something John likely picked up on when Paul fed him toast as a teenager. Many of Paul's sexual habits and needs were shaped and fostered by John into something that complimented his own. That is why John took Paul to Paris to play the part of "Mrs. Lennon on honeymoon" and not Cynthia. Remember that Paul affirmed John's masculinity in their relationship by putting John's package at the center of this photograph of them coming out of the Louvre:

John is obsessed with sex and has a high sex drive, Paul drove his higher to compete and match this, they were fucking like bunnies, the end. Now John is gone and part of the wreckage left by his passing is that Paul has an unbearable sex drive and no one he can trust to exhaust him properly. They learned how to fuck girls together and then how to fuck each other, together. The most formative relationship of Paul's life was centered around sex.

None of this is a shitpost btw I am being completely sincere with all of this.

[leviismybby]

You'd be in a lavender marriage if you were married to levi

Anon, get off of tiktok and Twitter i am begging you. Go outside, thank you.

[mioshisan]

Can we get a sexy new year selfie?

[bunnis-monsters]

Hi there I hope your doing alright and i hope all your haters stub their pinkie toe for the rest of the year!

Can i get a high elf a real sophisticated kinda snobby man being obsessed over his fem human readers soft frame in a sort of primal way?

Sexy time with the fancy man please!

A/N: I really liked this concept, maybe I’ll do a part 2 if peope want it!

It wasn’t often that people like him entered your bakery.

Elves in the area were known for being pretty snobby, refusing food touched by human hands even if they were starving.

So to say that you were surprised when a noble elf walked into your bakery and stood in front of your counter was an understatement.

“H-hello, how can I help you? All of the baked goods here are freshly made with ingredients sourced f-“

He cut you off his a wave of his hand, staring at you for a moment before speaking.

“… I’ll take all of it.”

You were so confused… an elf of his status was biting into one of your pastries, staring at you as he sat at one of the small tables in your bakery. It was an unusual sight… and it was scaring off your regulars.

This happened weekly for a few months. The elf would walk in, but all of your goods, the eat a few before leaving.

It made you a lot of money and helped you gain notoriety within wealthy human circles, but it still unnerved you.

What reason did he have for being there? As a child, you had always been warned to not mingle with elves too much.

They lived much longer lives, so they didn’t see human life as something that should be cherished since humans died within a century of being born.

But… you didn’t think this elf was out to harm you. He payed for your goods like any other customer would and never bothered you besides staring… so what was the harm in letting this continue?

Well you would find out one evening when he arrived later than usual, his eyes scanning your form in an almost hungry way.

You were just about to close up shop, but let him in hoping to sell your remaining pastries. Once he was inside, you switched over the open sign to close.

It seemed to please him that he had some sort of special privilege, allowed to stay when others wouldn’t be able to.

“Good evening, my dear. Usually I would be buying your lovely pastries… but I’m here for… something different today.”

Before you could ask what he wanted, the elf was already walking behind the counter and getting in your personal space. He removed the glove from his hand, gently caressing your chubby cheek.

“I’ve never felt the urge to… touch a human woman before. But… you certainly have brought out a different side of me.”

His touch was gentle, as if he were caressing the face of a goddess he had come to worship. You could feel your cheeks getting warm from the praise, not sued to being ass as something tantalizing and tempting to someone as beautiful as him.

“Y-your words are very kind, sir… b-but my shop is closing soon,” you answered shyly, looking away from his intense gaze.

“Oh, my little cherub… shh, this shop of yours is open just for me, is it not? You could have locked the doors and shooed me away, yet I am here.”

Before you could process it, you were being lifted up onto the counter, your dress slid up by his lithe hands so he could gaze at your plump thighs.

“So soft, gods what a beauty…”

It was kind of cute, the way his elf ears twitched as he looked at your body in awe, as if he had never seen a woman like you before.

His cheeks were red, his eyes hazy as he growled lowly before leaning forward to inhale your scent. His body shook with need, and with a strength you didn’t think the lithe man had, he pinned you down and rutted against you.

You could feel his hard cock pushing into your clothes pussy, as if trying to fuck you through you panties. His need for you was primal, animalistic, he was almost drooling.

Before he could rip off your underwear and take you there, he bit down on his lip, his fingertips nearly bruising your hips as he tried to calm himself.

“My apologies, love… it’s just so hard to… control myself when I’m around you…”

He kissed along your neck, biting down on a sensitive spot, causing you to whine out in surprise.

“Shh, my darling… come. Let us retire to my home. We have… much to discuss.”

Part 2?

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[himbo-in-limbo]

Glamrock Bonnie's the type of guy who'd flirt with Freddy all the time, but the moment Freddy flirts back he immediately overheats

I’d like to think this is how their relationship started…..

[genshin-side-piece]

Sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart so imagine Neuvillette unconciously doing that with his darling when they sleep together 🥺

This is so sweet, I'm going to melt. 💕💕💕

Personally, Neuvillette lives rent free in my head as a man who spoons. He recharges his social battery by wrapping you up in his embrace and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he drifts off to sleep. He's heavier than he looks, so the added weight isn't exactly comfortable, but you bear it for your own preservation. It's not like you have anywhere else to go. If you try to leave, he'll tighten his hold on you. Squirm too much or kick at him and he'll use those long legs of his to hold you still. If by some miracle you manage to slip away, then you may find yourself the victim of a midnight chase through the dark corridors of Neuvillette's home.

His hearing is uncannily sharp for someone of his age. You can barely brush the floor with your foot before he's awake and aware of what you're trying to do. Neuvillette's vision is good in the dark, better than in the day you think. It's almost unhuman. He moves a little faster as well. His normal attire is cumbersome, the weight from the robes slows him down. In the night, when he has little more than his nightshirt on, he can move with greater ease. His personal best is catching you before you had ever left the bed. He had drug you back one armed, tucking your body under his as he wrapped both of you back up in the blankets. There was always a gentle reprimand that followed the next morning; either in the form of a verbal warning to not wander in the night or being subjected to spending the entire day with him to make up for the insult of trying to leave him before he was ready for you to.

Some nights he would let you get a little farther. The hallway, the top of the stairs, once he had let you get as far as the drawing room. There was no rhyme or reason as to why he varied on the level of distance he allowed. You had originally chalked it up to how tired he was or his mood; but both of those were about as consistent as the weather. In the end you truly didn't know. At this stage you didn't need too. Once Neuvillette decided he was ready to chase, your adventure outside the comfort of his arms was over.

You would run and he would chase and in the end, he always found you. There would be a small struggle. Your brain felt there was something in squirming and screaming as he silently wrapped his long arms around you; but nothing ever came of it. He would chuckle at you or growl at you as he pulled you in closer, his thin lips running down the side of your neck as he held you tight. On the nights where he was more excited or he had reached the end of his patience, he would nip at you. It was never enough to do any real damage, but he enjoyed baring his fangs at you all the same. You always seemed to concede defeat much faster when his teeth brushed against your skin. The sensation was enough to make you go limp in his arms, a silent resignation that he had once again won.

Once you had, he would always laugh. Neuvillette was always delighted in victory. He would scoop you up in his arms, snuggling you even closer as he carried you back to bed; his bed. There he would claim you as his prize, wrapping you up in a tangle of sheets and limbs, denied the right to leave, until he'd had his fill.

[promptsbytaurie]

thrilled you're back mate!! would you be willing to make another meet cute list? :3

thank you!! and of course, i love making meet cutes, they're always so fun!!

31 (MORE) meet-cute prompts

you're the school captains of two wildly different sports team who have to participate in pep rally together

you have the same name spelled different ways

you're the neighbor who kills every plant and they're the plant parent of the building

they work the same midnight security shift as you at the mall

your parents really want you to be friends

they're the dirt bike champion and you're a rookie

you're a famous singer and they genuinely have no idea who you are

you have a mutual ex

you're a librarian and they're the professor who keeps leaving little notes in the books

they have a username you really really want

you're a model and they're a fan who shows up to all of your shows and keeps distracting you because damn

they're presenting an award you won and you forget your cue because damn

they're your uber driver and you aren't on your phone the whole hour long ride because they're actually really funny and sweet

you have extremely obvious hybrid traits and they're the first person to greet you with a genuine smile on their face

you're the two people who always carry group assignments and you're paired together for a project

they've recently acquired a large sum of money and hired you as their financial advisor

you're cosplaying the same character at a convention and you get into a fight over a famous plot twist

you're cosplaying at a convention and they're dressed up as your character's love interest

you have the same obnoxious upstairs neighbor

they find you in the middle of changing between your vigilante outfit and your civilian getup

they accidentally took your laundry and showed up to your door sheepishly holding a basket

you’re both hackers trying to pull completely different april fools jokes on the same website

you're both running for student body president as sworn enemies until a NEW, nasty candidate enters the race and you put aside your differences to kick their ass

you don't know that your cats look the exact same so you maybe sort of accuse them of stealing your cat. but you offer lunch on you as an apology

they're your colleague and they teach a class that you hated when you took it. they make it their personal mission to get you to love them the class

you live and work at a small seaside town and they're the college student that comes back every summer

you were both accidentally scheduled for the same interview time

they're the cashier watching as you load six boxes of dinosaur chicken nuggets and two cans of cream soda coke onto the conveyor belt

the flight is almost done boarding and the seat next to you is empty. they are the last person to board and they sit next to you

your roommates abandoned you both to go out partying and neither of you wants to deal with them when they're hungover

they're a cute barista and you keep coming back even though the coffees they make taste like shit

[yandereunsolved]

More Self aware HOTD cast because I love you😘

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Reader, knows the hotd cast is sentient so might as well: *watching that one scene where Vhagar bites off luke and his dragon* DIVE BOY AT HIGH SPEED!

Luke: *makes his dragon dive downwards without a question* *avoids his death as Vhagar bites air* .....

Reader: very good *turns to look at a bewildered Vhagar and Aemond* I WILL FIND A WAY TO REACH THROUGH THE SCREEN AND STRANGLE YOU MYSELF IF YOU HARM THE BABY!

Vhagar: *recoils in fright*

Reader: bad dragon! I am disappointed!

Vhagar: *looking like a kicked puppy*

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Vaemond, on screen: HER SONS ARE BASTARD-

Reader: Boy shut the fuck up

Vaemond: ....

Rhaenyra: .....

Daemomd: ....

Reader: do you wanna get beheaded?! Apologise you uncultured swine-

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Syrax: *appears on screen smiling like a kitten with a heart necklace made of gold around her?his?their neck*

Reader: baby, beautiful baby

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Seasmoke: *flying to a running Addam*

Addam: *is running for his life*

Reader: boy calm down, you have a dragon now so sit your ass

Addam: *is scared but sat his ass on the sand*

Rhaenyra, wasn' suppose to appear much later but appears earlier: ....

Reader: Seasmoke I know he looks like Laenor but for the love of dragons, don't scare the guy even if its just a prank

Seasmoke: *huffing like a child who got told no*

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Luke: *returns to his mother safe and sound*

Reader: on second thought I'll just fuck either Rhaenyra or Daemond, im disappointed

Aemond: ....

Rhaenyra: *feeling smug*

Daemond: *also feels smug*

Aegon: how come I don't get a chance and those two could?!

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Rhaenys: *upset she couldn't be the queen*

Reader: If only I could reach through the god damn screen I will strangle the man for not giving you your birthright just because your a woman

Jaehaerys: ....

Reader: Shame! Shame on you! If it were me I will treat her the queen she is! Dishonour on you fiend!

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Rhaenys: *just existing*

Reader: mommy?😍

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Baby jaehaerys: *existing*

Reader: *in a small voice* baby!

Blood and Cheese: *appearing*

Reader: I WILL CUT YOUR DICKS OFF IF YOU LAY HAND ON BABY! *stands up abruptly from the sofa*

Blood and cheese: ....

I don't know what to put here it became limited🙁

😒 Stupid Tumblr ask box. Anygays, thank you. 😳 I have been fed. 🍖

More yandere self-aware hotd thoughts for the soul—

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Aemond: "It isn't fair. First they wanted to... be intimate me. They do not want me to bed them anymore." muttering to himself.

Reader: "Killing children isn't sexy! Strip! Beat the shit out of your brother! Order some guards to do something. I like it when you command people... your naked body is hot too..."

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Addam: "I love you."

Reader: "What?"

Addam: "I-I love you so much."

Reader: "Wow, uh—okay."

Daemon & Rhaenyra in the corner with their dragons.

Daemon: "I told him to keep his mouth shut."

Rhaenyra: "We can't just outright kill him."

Daemon: "Send him into battle and get him killed?"

Rhaenyra: "Exactly."

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Aegon: taking care of baby jaehaerys.

Reader: "Mhm... so adorable."

Aegon: "Me?"

Reader: "Jaehaerys."

Aegon: "Oh."

Reader: "You're a total dilf."

Aegon: thinking: I feel like that's a good thing. smirk.

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Reader: "Aww, such a cute dragon~!" to Vermithor.

Sees Vermithor's scene.

Reader: "Bad boy!"

Vermithor: growls and flops on the ground.

Reader: "No more massacres!"

Vermithor: whines and pouts adorably.

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Criston: "I—"

Reader: "Shut the fuck up. On your knees. You need to drink your respect women juice."

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Helaena: covered in blood. she just killed someone for reader.

Reader: "... Are you okay?"

Helaena: crying. "Do you love me?"

Reader: "My baby! I love you so much. I want to reach through the screen and cuddle you so badly."

Helaena: thinking about killing someone again just for her darling's approval.

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The yandere self-aware hotd characters when darling reader loves them back—