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I JUST WATCHED THE FIRST SLAM DUNK ONLINE AND WHAT IS BRO DOING
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I have to reread slam dunk again dammit
#I am in love with him#not my type but he is such a dummy#dummy who i agree and follow and love and want to give a big ole kiss to#i cried every time the screen showed anything but basketball court#i cried everytime i saw a basketball court#so lose lose situation for me lmao#slam dunk sakuragi hanamichi#slam dunk manga#slam dunk#basketball anime#anime#the first slam dunk#miyagi ryota#slam dunk ryota miyagi
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once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)
#self insert#cross!sans#epic!sans#mblue art#cm#m rambles#(that tag is needed bc hoo boy u can tell i did not get sleep and is fueled by caffeine)#(do not be like me!!!!!!!!! do not deprive urself of sleep đđđ)#(get a good 6-7hrs a day if u can. if 4-5hr works better for u then im not forcing u to sleep more đ€đ€đ€ as long as u rest well đđ)#(AND HYDRATE... if ur reading this try to take a sip rn đ„€)#campus au#(college au scenarios will be tagged that heehoo)#not colored just lines bby đđđ#idiots to lovers type shit where they both confide in epic n he's just chillin#waiting for the time when these dummies will finally confess to eachother themselves#(look i think it's rlly funny seeing cross be all cool calm collected in public but when he talks to epic abt his crush)#(he goes insane with a million different flustered/blushing emojis)#( 'they told me good luck on my test and gave me the nicest smile ever how was i gonna live after that' goofy ass. idiot /aff)#( 'DUDE THEY GAVE ME A MOTIVATIONAL NOTE. IN /PINK/ PAPER. ON CHOCOLATE. DOES THIS...... đł' guys i love silly dorky cross to bits so much)#(man fucking explodes w his simping n epic just goes LMAO but he's v supportive for his bruh đȘđ€)#(on the other hand my sona thinks he's sooo cool and awesome and smart and honestly fucking charming HHELLO THE TIMES WHEN HE LAUGHS AND)#(AND SMILES HELLOOO MR HANDSOME I MEAN WHATT)#( 'stars if he likes me back i wouldn't know what to do with myself. fucking EXPLODE? YIPPEE CONFETTI??' lots of flushge )#(going ueueue at big bro epic bc they got a super massive crush on his bestie but)#(but the head is entertaining 'what-if's BUT i think kuya epic knows how to steer the thoughts away from those and smack em w teasing đâš)#(ultimately distracting and successfully reassuring them đđđ)#(tsundere mblue no way not in here im down bad astronomically full on simping my guys)#(he might be a dumbass sometimes but he's my dumbass) (ok i'll shut up now fr)#anywayz campus au is the my highschool au but we're all adults and more tired yippeee
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Tiny little emotional support problematic dumbass.
#captain boomerang#George digger Harkness#suicide squad#suicide squad kill the justice league#suicide squad ktjl#my art#I have different types of faves#and he falls into the category of faves I want to put in a jar and shake#a dummy cute#tho most of my dc faves fall into that category#at least for the rogues lmao#this doodle is so tiny on my canvas
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Thinking about how transmasc kusuo starting to realize some things about himself. He knows aren loves to call him cute, so he tries some things to make himself look cuter and a bit feminine, tells himself, "I'm too boyish, and i need to look cuter." And it reaches to a point where it leaves him insecure. Aren notices this, and so he tells him that no matter how kusuo looks, he's still the person aren will love. Because of that, kusuo thinks about how he's always liked being male and even looking like it. Doing all that stuff was worthless because he wasn't doing it for himself. This strengthens kusuo's love for himself and for aren. And then they kiss. :3
#yellow talks#saiki k#kubosai#transmasc kusuo my beloved#kubosai is that one ship i dont have to be worried about with stereotypes bc theyre diverse and in my mind regardless#of looks and gender nor biological sex theyre still 2 dummies who love each other#kinda ooc cus we know kusuo isnt the type to conform to looks but if its something about how hes comfortable with his male gender i think#this is a likely scenario with them
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i just finished the ffxvi demo and i am straight up vibrating. i NEED the rest of it holy shit
#mothtalk#THAT FINAL SCENE#THE EIKON FIGHT??????#THE FUCKIN EVA DUMMY PLUG TYPE SHIT#OH MY GOD THE DRAGOOOOOOON#when he pulled the kain pose on the roof i lost my mind ;-;#i cannot wait
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I tell ya though, grind culture is one of the most destructive things around
If there's every any kind of grindset/hustle/ whatever culture going on, you can know for a fact I hate it and oppose it. I may not be perfect, but I'm better off than if I was buying into that insane way of thinking
Might just seem like sour grapes, but I'll tell you a big reason I'm so against it, is cause that old phrase of "slow is fast" really does hold true
Places where people have hustle tends to be places people make mistakes and things go bad. There's a big difference between hard work and grind/hustle
#like half the problems with the furnace I got installed was cause the guy was a 'I'm on call 24/7' type of person#which made him take on a project he wasn't up for#it's not totally people's fault; I get there's bills to pay and you do what you do#but you get that moronic 'I'd rather have 5 minutes picking a billionaire's brain than get a million dollars'#dummy; I'm taking the cash which gives me the ability to invest it or pay an accountant to manage it#the only time when a lump sum of cash isn't the right call is if you somehow win the lottery#or I suppose... if your choice is between a lump sum and passive monthly cash; usually take the passive cash#though not if you can leverage the lump sum into something like a house that's gonna knock away a lot of bills#but... speaking of houses; the number of people who are like 'oh yeah; real estate is a very smart investment' to me#you damn fools; it's not an investment; it's my home#it's a good deal financially; but not cause it has a good roi for my portfolio or something; it's cause I don't pay rent#not everything is for a portfolio; some things are cause you like them
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Rafe Cameron x Shy GF <3
Rafe Cameron x Reader + a little platonic Barry x Reader cuz I just love Barry
Soo Rafe is an ESTP, which is probably the most outgoing personality type and they get along with introverts pretty well. Rafe would so adore his shy girl whoâs just so dependent on him for everything. Luckily heâs always got you.
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Topper and Kelce didnât really understand why would Rafe date you out of all people. You were always quiet, never speaking up, never showing up to parties, and if you did youâd stay glued to your friends' sides and never really speak to anyone.
It baffled them, actually.
But neither Topper or Kelce actually knew Rafe. He didnât need a wild fire on top of his own messy chaos of a life. He needed the calmness. He didnât need a girl whoâd party her night away and dance with everyone and leave him hanginâ alone. He needed someone whoâd be glued to his side, tug at his sleeve and beg for him to stay there and shield her with his body.
He needed someone he could just keep on his lap when he did lines and talked to people, and you'd just stay there, like an obedient scared puppy, playing with his fingers.
He didnât need a girl that would be outgoing, speak up for herself, independent, talkative with other people. He enjoyed speaking up for you, ordering your food, picking your deliveries up, giving you rides everywhere because you hated public transport, holding you close to him, knowing feeling that you physically desperately need him everywhere with you. Even if you wanted ice cream that was sold two blocks down the street you'd ask him if he'd join you. Call him selfish, but he loves to be the one you constantly need and hide behind. He is obsessed with it. Always ready to provide and protect his girl.
And itâs not like you were like that all the time. The second you two were alone in his car, house or just away from everyone else you were joking around, dancing with him, calling him mocking nicknames like dude, bro, dummy, or the more intimate ones like baby, Rafey, my sweet boy, you'd jokingly call him my husband, my man, my love (all of these worked him up and you knew it), youâd tease the fuck out of him, crawling into his lap like a desperate bitch, grinding on him because you needed him right now. Pulling him in to kiss him. And God, he loved it. To be the only one to see this side of yours.
You were so polite to everyone too, always saying please and thank you in the quietest voice with a blush on your cheeks, but he knew you could be a loud, moaning, dirty mess under him. He knew you could ride him through multiple orgasms with zero shame. Only he knew you rocked your hips desperately against his mouth and squeezed your legs around his head to keep him there. Only he knew you'd get down on your knees and do absolutely everything for him.
You've met Barry a few times whenever Rafe needed cocaine from him and couldn't wait, he'd just drag you along and tell you to stay in the car. But the wait eventually got long and you followed after him.
Barry immediately offered you drugs and Rafe almost broke his face... but this little incident aside you actually clicked with Barry immediately. He wouldn't even let you speak, he just talked away, spilling info and gossip about Rafe as if he wasn't just standing right there.
"Ah shit, and you like this j-crew lookin' ass?" You giggled. "Yeah, I do," you gave Rafe a smile. "A lot."
You and Barry became friends. Rafe wouldn't let you hang out with him alone but the three of you actually hung out a lot at Barrys. He quickly understood how shy you are and he maybe had a little soft spot for you too, keeping an eye on you in public whenever Rafe needed to take care of something quickly.
You were getting a drink with Rafe at the Country Club, Topper and Kelce were there too, when Barry pulled up on his bike and made his way over to the two of you, ignoring all the Kooks that gave him dirty looks.
"Country Cluuuuub princessssss," he yelled in his accent and made his way over to you, "what's good with you girl?" He chuckled as you two did a quick handshake you've taught him.
Rafe rolled his eyes and immediately threw his arm around your shoulders in a protective manner.
Topper and Kelce stared in awe. You, who barely spoke any words to them, were all of a sudden buddies with the drug dealer?
#outer banks#drew starkey#obx#rafe cameron#outer banks rafe#outer banks x reader#rafe outer banks#drew starkey x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron imagines#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe obx#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x you#drew starkey smut#obx smut#rafe cameron scenario#rafe cameron scenarios#rafe cameron headcanons#drew starkey headcanons#rafe cameron fluff#outer banks barry#barry outer banks#barry x reader#barry x rafe
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Me, watching the last two episodes of Good Omens S2 this weekend: Ok I see why lots of people are upset, but this emotional beat is the middle of my favorite kind of romantic arc and I trust the writers. I feel completely normal about Aziraphale and Crowley.
Also me:
- immediately starts rewatching S1 but only the Aziracrow interactions
- spends two days scrolling through the ineffable husbands tag on tumblr, despite repeatedly claiming not to be interested Fandom Discourse
#I still don't want to like construct elaborate fan theories or read or consume fanfic#I just find reading other peoples Takes helpful for clarifying my own opinions#I basically have two fictional Types and they are Too Self-Aware for Their Own Good and Comically Unself-aware#and these two dummies are both at the same time but in like opposite directions#So each one thinks they're coming to the other with the solution to their problem but it wasn't even slightly the same problem#I don't have a lot of strongly formed beliefs here except that Aziraphale is fully conscious of and comfortable with his own feelings#The thing is he thought Crowley was too and that they didn't talk about it because it's just not what Crowley wanted#Crowley's in denial about himself and Aziraphale is in denial about Heaven and only one of those is getting better at the end of S2
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BIG D*CK FOR DUMMIES (s.jy)
The one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and youâre not entirely sure if you can take all of it.Â
MDNI!!! | pls leave feedback and reblog your fave writers!
PAIRING â jaeyun x afab reader Â
WORDCOUNT â 2.4k
CONTENT â Â first time, established relationship, top jaeyun, painful sex
NOTE â this was originally written for a different idol on my other blog [ncteez] but i pictured jake in that one en oâclock episode doing this and went feral soâŠâŠhereâs ur giant package.Â
smut tagsâ heâs a little cocky (lmao), i guess you could say size kink but itâs more like huge cock / tiny pussy size kink, theres some crying, praising, reader gets off like almost instantly and becomes incredibly cock drunk the second heâs able to actually fuck
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Things you knew about your boyfriend before dating: heâs very protective, super smart, has good taste in music, his hands are big and warm, and heâs very down to earth.
Things you didnât know about your boyfriend until after dating and heâs on top of you during a moody and rainy night makeout session: his cock is huge and itâs very intimidating.
One might ask, how could you have not known? Well, thatâs easy. Itâs a fairly new relationship and a very shy relationship at that. Itâs a bit embarrassing for you, actually, because itâs not like you donât want to be intimate with him. You definitely do, and apparently so does he.Â
Itâs the first time in the three weeks youâve been dating that youâve gotten to be completely alone with him in an intimate setting. For one, you live with your parents, and secondly, he lives with three other dudes who like to be all up in his business. Itâs not exactly easy to get alone time with him. Thankfully, your parents are out on a five-day holiday somewhere in the Bahamas and youâre here on your family couch with Jaeyunâs hands cradling your neck as you kiss him.Â
It got heated very fast, presumably because the two of you havenât really had the privacy to do more than a standing makeout session without someone listening in, or worse, walking in. It almost makes the air feel electric now, kind of like a breath of fresh air except the fresh air tastes like the fruity chewing gum he had in his mouth when he originally came over.
Hereâs the thing though, and man, itâs a thing. Looking at Jaeyun youâd think heâs average at best and youâre not really the type to go around guessing dick sizes. So, naturally, when he slots a leg between yours as he got on top of you and you fucking felt it against your leg, you were a little more shocked than anticipated. Maybe he let out a little snide chuckle at your reaction too, you wouldnât know, you were kind of busy wondering when he was going to let you in on the secret.Â
Now, here you are deep in thought of how the hell that thing is going to fit anywhere while simultaneously one hundred percent willing to make it fit because god, does he know how to makeout and feel someone up.Â
The more he kisses you, the more his hands roam, the more you experience intimate touches with him, the more you feel like your skin is on fire and replacing that intimidation with extreme arousal and lust. All the way until the point that the presumed makeout playlist starts over and he finally pushes a bit further with you.
âIs this okay?â He asks, now slotting himself entirely between your legs and essentially pressing his length directly against the pool that is threatening to seep through your fucking denim shorts.Â
You give him a half nod, trying to pretend that heâs definitely a normal man with a normal cock. He smiles though, knowing full well that this isnât what you were expecting. No one ever expects it from him.Â
âYou seem occupied,â he comments, pressing himself against you a little more and leaning down on his arms to nip at your lips. âor shocked, maybe?â
You try to kiss him to shut him up, not wanting to expose yourself for being entirely inexperienced with a size like his.Â
âHm?â He encourages you, pulling back again and looking directly into your eyes with a confident smirk.Â
âWell,â you shift your eyes away and sigh out, âyouâre kind of hugeâŠâÂ
He takes that compliment and runs with it. Itâs not like the two of you have to finally have sex or anything, but you both knew what was happening and you both definitely knew what the other wanted. At least ten minutes ago that was the situation.
âIs it too much?â He asks, this time a bit more concerned that his own biology could ruin this for you.Â
âProbably? no, maybe?âÂ
Jaeyun pulls away from you, moving himself to sit back against the couch and give you your space. Considering probably and maybe isnât a yes, he feels no need to push or pressure you into doing something you donât want to do. There have been times where heâs hurt another person while being intimate, though not intentionally, heâs not exactly willing to do that to you unless youâre like, you know, jumping his bones for it.Â
âStill, iâd like to tryââ You start, looking at him as you sit up and feel your entire body tingle at the cold air that replaces his warmth. âMaybe if we take it slowâ like, really slow?â
He looks at you with shining eyes. He asked you to be his girlfriend because he genuinely likes you. He likes your voice, he likes the way you smell, likes when you talk about your favorite songs and favorite movies. He was definitely smitten from the moment he saw you trip on your own two feet down the front porch of a house party months ago. Taking it slow with you was pretty normal, and the fact that you want him too just makes him all the more willing to take his time.Â
âIâll take care of you, â he hums, spreading his legs a bit across the couch to give himself more space to re-adjust himself. âJust tell me if I need to slow down?âÂ
You nod, staring directly between his legs and rubbing your own together on instinct. If anyoneâs gonna split you open, it might as well be your boyfriend.
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When he said he would take it slow with you, he really meant it. The fact that he curled three fingers into you for a solid twenty minutes and you still feel like your legs will buckle on you at any moment knowing that this is just for prepâ oh damn.Â
 The fact that he even used his tongue on you for the first time, making sure you were more slippery than you already were for another twenty minutes? The fucking fact that you were on the verge of orgasm when he pulled it out and presented it to you like a cock you could totally sit on without issue?Â
Fuck.
Reality washes over you far too quickly when you actually make that attempt.Â
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât feel like you were being torn apart by him, but part of you loves the way his gentle hands hold you steady as you try to sink down. You can feel the wet heat between your legs coat his length inch by inch as you start to slide down.
He stops you only for a moment when he notices you wincing.Â
âBreathe, baby, just a little more.â He encourages, getting a nod from you before guiding you down further.
You breathe, clenching around him and doing your best to stop doing that so you can relax. You can tell heâs struggling to actually take it slow by now too, only because you can feel his hands shake against you as he holds himself back from obliterating you, probably. Youâd think it would be quite endearing to see, if it werenât for the fact that your eyes are blurring from the tears threatening to fall.Â
Feeling embarrassed, you wipe your eyes and focus on how he feels inside of you. The pain is still there, but as you âsitâ here, that pain somehow does replace itself with a strange sensation of pleasure little by little. Youâve always wondered what it felt like to be full, and it appears that this is exactly it.
Itâs overwhelming.
âDo you want to stop?â He asks after noticing your tears, a bit of panic in his voice despite the fact that you could have sworn hearing a moan come out alongside it, âPull up, itâs okay, you canââ
You sink down further instead, now bottoming yourself out on him and releasing a broken whine of both pain and pleasure. He grunts in unison to your whine, gripping your hips even harder than he already was and squeezing his eyes shut.Â
âFuck,â he sighs out, lazily opening his eyes to look at the way you perch yourself on him so perfectly. âSuch a tight fit.âÂ
You nod, mostly unable to hear a word heâs saying as you try to relax your body enough to get rid of that small hint of pain. The consistent clenching of your adjustments send your boyfriend spiraling a bit, unable to contain his sighs of pleasure as your tight and wet heat squeezes his cock.
âTell me when I can move, please, tell meââ He groans out almost frantically, staring down at where you sit flush against him and wanting so badly to fuck into you.
 Heâs wanted to do this to you since you started dating, now that itâs finally happening, and now that youâre quite literally jerking him off simply by adjusting to his sizeâ you know, itâs not exactly easy to contain himself.Â
You take a few more seconds to breathe before your body finally relaxes and you give him a reluctant nod.Â
Instantly itâs like youâre seeing stars. He barely moves, all he does is flex his abs and press his hips up and itâs like he manages to fit another non-existent inch inside of you.Â
You groan out, falling forward against his chest and gripping onto his shoulders as you feel your body adjust to even that small movement. To you, this is so fucking embarrassing, but to him?Â
Hottest thing ever. Really.Â
He can hear your whiny gasps against his neck when he moves and itâs driving him fucking wild, especially considering the fact that his cock is driven so deeply inside of you that he thinks youâd tell him to stopâ but you donât.Â
Youâre so good to him, and for what itâs worth, he wants to make sure this will be the best orgasm of your life.
Slowly, his hands fall to your ass and guide you up. You feel slight relief as a few inches leave you, and your stomach bubbles with that same sensation of both pleasure and pain when he slides you back down.
He moans out at you, almost like heâs cooing in pity at how much youâre trying to take for him. Itâs incredibly sexy to hear now that your ears have stopped ringing and youâre beginning to believe that youâd never want anything smaller than him anyway.
This time, you lift on your own and sink back down just as fast, wincing again against his neck but releasing a moan that sounds more like pleasure than anything else. He sees this as a green light, gripping your ass and encouraging you to lift slightly again.
âStay like this.â he mutters with a deep breath before kissing against your forehead and thrusting his hips up once, hard.Â
The tight heat youâre offering sends him into a frenzy when paired with the wet slap of his pelvis hitting your pussy, and the sounds youâre making offer little in terms of stopping because by now, youâre both loving it.Â
He thrusts into you with ease, the drag loud and slippery, the moans of pleasure you release only make him go faster, harder. Almost releasing a whimper of his own at how fucking perfect you are for taking all of it.
âLook.â he tries to let out, waiting for you to pull yourself up from his chest and look at him.
You do with ease, that broken face from before now replaced with lustful and blown out pupils.Â
âLook how good you take it,â he praises with a groan, almost punctuating each word with a thrust, âknew you could take it.âÂ
Your broken smile that falls into a slack mouthed string of nonsense only continues to push him. All the way until you canât think straight at all, and youâre feeling your body tense up with such pressure that you canât even warn him before your walls are clenching so tightly that it even hurts him.Â
You grasp onto him for dear life as your orgasm washes over you, drenching his entire length as you hold your breath. Never have you gotten off while feeling so fucking full, and arguably, you donât think you could ever feel an orgasm so intense without him being the one to split you open.
âThere you go baby.â he hums, watching you breathlessly fall apart on top of him before picking up his rhythm again and chasing his own high.
By this point, youâre so well adjusted that even the searing pain of his restless thrusts feel good. Your brain is foggy but you canât help but just fucking watch him.
This is your boyfriend and this is what it looks like when youâre making him feel good.Â
âAre you close?â you start to bounce on him, meeting his rhythm and allowing him to rest his own hips.Â
He nods as he looks at you, awestruck with how youâre already able to ride him as if you werenât whining just moments before. Seeing you take him in full like this is enough to have his cock pulsing.
âJust a bit more, baby.â He closes his eyes and runs his hands up your waist. âKeep riding me, fuck.âÂ
And that, you do. Feeling proud of yourself for being able to actually take this literal monster, you focus on the twitch inside of you as he releases with a deep and breathy moan.
Itâs entirely too sexy to ignore, and you continue to bounce even as he tries to hold you in place to subdue the sensitivity of his cock being fucking strangled by how tight you are.Â
Once his body stops jerking and you feel the last twitching release inside of you, you fall forward and both of you groan from the sensitivity.Â
âThere are pros and cons to having a big dick, i guess.â he admits in a groan.Â
Even when you laugh, thereâs another wince from both of you followed by a groan.
âPros: big dick.â he whispers, holding you still against him so you donât move again before he can soften up and pull out. âCons: big dick.âÂ
You still laugh, and it still hurts.Â
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me and my lame ass endings lmfaooooooooooooooooo
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Tim Drake:
- is the type of mf to ask you to marry him by listing out all the benefits đ
Extra Info: Tim Drake x Gn. Reader, Scenario.
Warnings: None
 âDid you know..â Your fingers stop typing at his pause. When he doesnât continue you turn your head to see him already looking at you. Suspicious red blotting his cheeks when he clears his throat.Â
      âDid I know?â You press.
      âDid you know that if we got married, youâd get quite a lot out of it.â He notes. He watches as your brows furrow and steamrolls ahead with what he thinks is the perfect persuasive argument. âThink about it, Youâd have access to my rather sizable funds.â He briefly wonders if he hit the correct humorous tone, he really doesnât want to come across as bragging right now.Â
     âY-youâd have an excellent health insurance plan courtesy of Wayne enterprises, of course, Tax deductions, IRA benefits, w-weâd get lots of discounts?â He lists.Â
       His blue eyes search yours to see if any of those have caught your interest. You continue to look at him befuddled. âI have a life insurance policy tooâ He quickly adds. âSo if I die on you, youâll be all taken care of?â His tone falters when your eyes meet again. Vertigo hits him when your lips quirk up and his mind is overrun with how youâll deny him.Â
     âYouâre not even my husband yet and youâre already talking about leaving me widowed.â You joke. The tension in his shoulders melts at your smile and he returns it with a bashful one.
       âIâll try not to go too soon..â He huffs â..but what do you think?â He asks. You swivel your chair to face him properly and he grows nervous at your widening grin. âYou know I mightâve considered it buuttt your bargain is missing something kinda important~.âÂ
      His heart almost stops but when his brain catches up to your words he blurts out a quick âWhat?!â Anything!
      âYou, you dummy. All that other stuff is okay I guess but, do I get you?âÂ
      âOhâŠ.â He exclaims softly. Mind blanking on how heâd forgotten to even mention himself. Heâs idly playing with his fingers when he replies, face too hot to look at you âYeah, Youâd get me too... If you want me, that is.âÂ
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THE HUSBAND
warning: female reader, saer beingâŠ.saer, yan!isekai!crown prince
a/n: i was so burnt out so lets see what i come up with âŠ.its short ik and yes im cooking up something w cynthia LET ME COOK đ«Ąđđ„đ„đ„đ„đŻđŻđŻđŻ
the idea of divorce was swimming in the mist of your mind hours before you regained most of the movement in your body. you knew you had to get out of this situation in a peaceful but quick manner. in your mind, leaving saer should have been easy since he hated edina more than the devil himself. he saw her as a shit stain satan left on earth to torture him for all of his days. so why are tears running down his faceâŠthats odd? from all of the tweets, forums, and blogs saer had close to no emotions for edina. he hated her through and through. in the original story, he wouldâve cheered of joy if she simply asked to part ways. so why was he sitting in front of you crying? was the bacon too salty? was he remembering the good olâ times with his late father? ever since youâve transmigrated into this story, everything has been so weird. aside from you being close to perfectly fine after being fed poison, saer has became more careful.
in the book, saer was close to a bubbling idiot. every single assassination attempt was stopped by a maid because he was stupid. he always played it as cynthia and amanda favoring edina but that wasnt the full truth. he was just too obvious with everything he was doing. you actually kind of felt back for the dummy, no wonder gracie wants nothing to do with him. regardless of any of that, you actually started to feel a bit bad for him. it was obvious saer didnt know why he was crying or how to stop it by the way his face was balled up in red confusion. maybe it was out of guilt or for the plot, either way you wanted to help him. maybe he wanted to kill you but seeing a grown man cry really did break your heart.
ânow, saer..â
gently pushing your hand out to cover his larger ones, you put on a voice of concern. you want to help the poor idiot but you also want to get out of this house alive. maybe playing the sweet docile wife could do you some good, maybeâ
âugh, stupid bitch get off of me.â
slapping your hand off of his, saer attempted to keep a face of pure disgust plastered for you to see. why on earth was he crying, and why on earth are you being so off-putting? at first, your new actions didnt really bother him. were they different? yes, but they werenât unpleasant. but now...it was as if the poison made you utterly indifferent to his presence, which he told himself he loved, but the lord knows thats a lie. you quietly sitting there, dry-face, with a slight frown and uninterested body language, angered him. saer was crying purely for reactions. he thought that crying would help him close this conversation and make you jump up and beg for his forgiveness, but no. all you did was lift your grimly, beastly fingers to âcomfortâ him. what a joke of a woman.
âim finished with my breakfastâ
the scream of the chair was louder than your own thoughts, kicking you out of your own subconscious. what even was that about? you were TRYING to be the version of edina you thought he would like, second from you killing yourself right there and then. so why was he acting like you were trying to jump his bones? he is such a wicked manâŠ.such a sad excuse of a person. its such a shame his attitude is so sour, you were going to try to soften his walls to see if he would lighten up on the poisoning situation. how did he get it? who did he get it from?
âmadam,â
lightly placing her hand on your shoulder, cynthia appeared. scaring you out of your thoughts, you straightened your back and put on the best fake smile you could. you knew cynthia didnt really care for you, as demonstrated by the bath she gave you earlier, but you thought that maybe you could melt this ice queen. her soft ginger coils shaped her face in all the right places, giving her olive skin the type of glow women in the real world would kill for. she had green eyes to match alone with it, making it easy to find yourself lost in them. cynthia was a beautiful woman; just how did she become a maid for this jackass?
âhis royal highness has ordered for you to be sent to your room.â
#female reader#yandere#yandere x reader#x reader#yandere oc#yandere crown prince#yandere isekai crown prince#yandere anime#yandere male#yandere male x reader#yandere oc x reader
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The âwould you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl on the world for $1000?â trend with modern au bf sukuna đđ
dummy đ sukuna???
SENT If you send me some fuck shit, hand to god
dummy đ would you kiss me for $10
or kiss the prettiest girl ever for $1000???
SENT Depends on who the competition is
There's three dots that indicate you're typing, then they disappear. They reappear, and he chuckles as he imagines you, fighting for the words to come to your mind as he effortlessly, works your buttons. The dots disappear again, and this time, they stay gone. He quirks a brow at the lack of angry texts from you, only to then groan at the idea that this time, he's taken it too far, his jokes have gotten him nowhere, and he takes a deep breath in to keep himself cool in the dairy aisle at the convenience store.
SENT It was a joke, brat
I'd never want to kiss anyone else
Not when I get to kiss you for free, any time I want, you know that, right?
You merely put your phone on Do Not Disturb. He takes another deep breath in as he digs himself deeper into the hole of your wrath, and he quickly makes his way to the snack aisle, grabbing your favorite chips and heading straight for the candy aisle for an extra boost. By the time he's done, it looks like he's throwing a damn birthday party, but he can't bring himself to care. Not when you're at home, pouting over him.
By the time he gets home, you still haven't answered him. He braces himself for your silence as he unlocks the door and nudges it open with his knee. To his surprise, you're in the kitchen making tea, but there's a blanket covering your body with only your face peeking out.
"You look comfy," he hums, and you sneak a hand out of your cocoon to grab your mug of tea.
"Well since I'm so hideous and disgusting that even my own boyfriend doesn't want to kiss me, I've decided to become a recluse," you hiss, making your way back down the hall. "Don't follow me."
"You know I'm going to follow you," he scoffs, instantly following you down the hall into your shared bedroom. There's a blue light cascading over the walls from the tv, and the curtains are drawn shut. You put the tea on your side table and scuttle back into bed. He rolls his eyes and walks his way on your side of the bed. "Let me kiss you."
"Let me give you $10."
"I'm not taking $10-"
"Well someone has to," you snap. "At least, until you find someone just soooo much prettier than me, then you get even more money to kiss me with. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"
"Babe, it was a joke-"
"And I'm not laughing."
He snarls his lip slightly before scooping his arms under you, hauling you up and onto his lap and ignoring your shoves and batting of hands. He wastes no time is pressing wet kisses to your cheeks and neck, relishing in how your body shakes trying to hold in your laughter.
âDonât you ever-â he kisses your temple firmly. âDeprive me-â kissing your jawline. âOf your kisses.â His lips press to the corner of your mouth, and the hand not cradling your body comes up to grip your chin to hold you steady. âBrat.â
âDonât tell me Iâm not pretty then!â You whine.
âOf course youâre pretty,â he scoffs, pressing another kiss to your face. âI never said that. I would never say that. Youâre the fucking prettiest. Youâre mine. Of course youâre the prettiest.â
You go quiet, and he thinks youâre about to get mad at him again; however, you turn to rest your head on his shoulder, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.
âSay more stuff like that,â you murmur.
He smirks, âthere is no girl prettier than you. Trust me.â He turns his head to kiss your other cheek, squishing you slightly in the process. âIve seen it all, baby. Youâre the one. And even if someone tries to give me money to kiss you, I donât fucking want it-â he kisses you again. âBecause I get to do it for free. And that shitâs priceless.â
âSoftie,â you snort. He groans and turns his head to bite your cheek firmly, but his heart speeds up at the way you kick your feet out and flail them in protest. âOww! Iâm sorry, donât bite!â
âIâm not a child nor a dog, woman,â he grumbles, but he does release your cheek and press a kiss to your brow bone in compensation. âNo matter how you see me, anyways.â
âMy feral little doggy,â you prod.
He yaks, but canât help the smirk that curls on his cheeks from your laughter.
#uhhhh okay. yeah. okay. this is. yeah. okay-#sukuna#sukuna fluff#sukuna x reader#sukuna x f!reader#sukuna x reader fluff#sukuna imagine#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryomen fluff#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen x f!reader#sukuna ryomen x reader fluff#sukuna ryomen imagine#sukuna ryomen jjk#jjk#jjk fluff#jjk imagine#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#jjk x f!reader#jjk x female reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x yn#jjk x you
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â© â§âË â© BURNER ACCOUNTS â GOJO SATORU.
contents. fem! reader, loser ex-boyfriend! satoru, exes to lovers, college! au, satoru making burners to watch your stories, miscommunicationsâsatoru is not perfect but heâs trying okay?, gossip icons shoko & suguru <3, i had a silly idea and it turned into 2.6k words my bad
thereâs a peculiar account watching your instagram storiesâ@user273582838, to be exact. you donât think itâs a very well timed coincidence seeing as you and satoru have just broken upâso you decide to do some digging.Â
which of course, means enlisting the help of shoko.
âi think satoru is stalking me,â you mumble, making her pause in the middle of sipping on her energy drinkâfor a med student, her habits donât seem every healthy. this is her third one of the day.
âokay,â she nods, âi wouldnât put it past him, but what makes you say that?â
âlook,â you turn your phone to face her, the blank, anonymous instagram account right there on the list of users who have viewed your story. she crinkles her brows, blinking for a moment before humming.
âthat definitely seems like something heâd do,â she nodsâand then, âi have an idea.â
âokay,â you brighten, nodding enthusiastically, âwhatâs the plan?â
âtry and log in with that user.â
âshoko,â you look at her like sheâs grown two heads. maybe the lack of sleep is finally getting to herâno amount of energy drinks can save her at this point. âwe donât have the passwordââ
ââand that, dummy,â she rolls her eyes, making you scowl at the name, âis why we click forgot my password and see the last four digits of the phone number that registered the account. if itâs satoruâs number, weâll know.â
okayâyou take it back. shoko is a genius and a full-blown brilliant mastermind that you could never hope to come close to. youâre glad you chose her to helpâyouâre even more glad she agreed because you would not have thought of that. this is fantastic. a fool-proof plan.Â
you grin wide, eyes lighting up as you gasp, âshoko! youâre so smart, thatâs a great idea!â
âi know,â she grumbles, âtook you long enough to notice.â
ignoring her, you quickly pull out your phone and try to log onto the account, typing user273582838 into the username box and clicking forgot my password. shoko is hovering over your shoulder, and your breath is held as you wait for the page to load and the number to pop up. within just a few seconds, the first few digits are censored with asterisks, but the last four show, andâ
yeah. itâs satoruâs fucking number. just as you suspectedâyou and shoko scoff together at the same time, rolling your eyes.Â
âwell,â you look at her, lips pursed in irritationâof course, satoru refuses to give you space and leave you alone after your break up (which was his fault, might you add), âwhat now?â
âsend the verification code to his number,â she presses, âitâll definitely spook him when he sees.â
sheâs so good at what she does, you think in awe, staring at her with heart-eyes. nodding quickly, you press send code.Â
hopefully, thatâll give satoru the heart attack you want it to.
âââ
satoru stares at his screen in abject horrorâwho could be trying to log into his burner account? the only person who should possibly stumble across it is you, but surely youâre not closely inspecting your story viewers, are you? so then, who could be trying to log onto the instagram account of @user273582838?
âsuguru,â he says in a trance, âare you trying to log onto the burner?â
âare you bringing that shit up again?â suguru grumbles, controller in hand as he pays attention to the screen, âi told you that was a stupid idea. a pathetic one tooââ
âwell, i didnât want to keep waiting for you to send screenshots to see the storiesââ
âyouâre a fucking loser, do you know that? pathetic,â suguru reiterates. âmove on.â
âno,â satoru hisses in disbelief, âwhy would i do that? now, was that you or not? youâre the only other person who knows the user.â
âas if i care to log onto your loser burner account,â suguru snorts, shaking his head in amusement. he beats satoruâs high score, turning to give him a sly grin as he adds, âi wasnât removed, so i can view the stories all i want.â
âyouâre a jerk, you know that?â satoru grunts, crossing his arms and pouting, âiâm having the worst heartbreak of my life, and youââ
âwhoâs fault is it that youâre dumped?â
satoru deflates.Â
okay, so he supposedly hasnât been the best boyfriend. itâs not that satoru isnât helplessly committed to youâheâs so sickeningly obsessed with you, itâs actually a bit unhealthy. suguru says so, at least. but satoru isâŠwell, satoru, and he doesnât always seem to take things as seriously as most people would hope.Â
evidently, that includes your relationshipâthough, he does insist on disagreeing on that. according to you, he doesnât take you on dates often enough, and sometimes he flirts back with random strangers. thatâs not trueâheâs simply a bit of a tease and enjoys it when youâre jealous, but he doesnât flirt back. thatâs outrageous. youâve even claimed heâs mean about it and makes a joke out of it allâsatoru would never be mean on purpose; he only teases because the banter is always endearing.Â
but, unfortunately, you donât seem to see it the way he does, and now heâs woefully single and cold and alone in bed. no cuddles, no goodnight kisses, and no head scratches.Â
life is so cruel sometimes.Â
âsuguru,â he says in distress, âiâm serious. someoneâs trying to hack my burnerâwho could it be?â
âhmm, i donât knowâŠmaybe the one and only person who would notice the account in the first place?â
âbut why try and log in if the password is unknown?â
suguru looks at satoru like heâs stupidâapparently, he is because heâs not putting two and two together.Â
âmaybe because sending a verification code shows the last four digits of the registered phone number? youâve probably been caught, you idiot.â
satoru pales at thatâhe didnât think about that. it slipped his mind completely. fuck, he shouldâve used a burner email instead. he stares down at his phone numblyâyeah, he thinks, heâs screwed.Â
âââ
after two days of continuous log in attempts into satoruâs burner accountâitâs only just to spook him extraâyou finally decide to confront him.Â
we need to talk. is all you send him.Â
the three bubbles appear on his end multiple times before disappearingâyou and shoko get a good cackle out of that and laugh at him for a bit before he finally answers.Â
miss me already? knew it ;)
wow. what a dickhead.Â
so, because you can be equally as much of a prick, you send him a screenshot of his phone number on the log in page followed by a message that says: no. itâs so you can explain this.Â
the three dots show up again for a few minutes before he finally responds with: okay. you caught me. when do you wanna meet?
well, that was easy. satoru is the type to not go down without a fight no matter how cornered he isâheâs stubborn and annoying like that. you turn to shoko for help.
âmeet him now,â shoko crosses her arms, âdonât give him time to come up with some ridiculous excuse.â
âwhat excuse could he possibly come up with?â you snort, âthat he was possessed and the evil spirit in his mind made him stalk his ex like a loser?â
âtrue,â she concedes, taking a sip from her energy drinkâseriously, how many of these does this girl drink in a day? âi just want to know what happens,â she shrugs, âso do it now.â
of course, as on brand as ever, shoko is merely in it for the drama. you roll your eyes before sighing and nodding.Â
âokay,â you huff.Â
meet me at my place. now.
on my way, he sends back almost instantly.Â
âheâs probably just excited to see you,â shoko snorts, âlike the loser he is.â
âyouâre probably right,â you purse your lips in exasperation. in all your time knowing him, youâve definitely realized that satoru is definitelyâŠwell, a case.Â
âââ
âhey,â shoko whispers to suguru through the phone, walking out your door so you can prepare to confront satoru. âdid you know satoruâs been stalkingââ
ââon a burner account? yeah, i know.â
okay, she frowns to herself, that was no fun at all. suguru is already aware of the drama. but thatâs no matterâsurely, he canât possibly already know that satoru has been invited over to be scolded.Â
âyeah, well,â she says smugly, âdid you know heâs actually on his way over toââ
ââget yelled at? yeah, iâm aware. he called me panicked. what a fucking loser.â
âokay, well since youâre up to speed,â shoko grumbles bitterly, rolling her eyes. she was supposed to be the knight in shining armor with the juicy updatesâbut evidently, satoru is pathetic enough to already cry to suguru about his dilemma. âwanna meet up and get sushi nearby? i bet theyâll get back together in twenty minutes.â
âi bet ten. loser pays for the food?â
âyouâve got yourself a deal.â
âââ
satoru sits on your couch in shame, bouncing his leg nervously as you sit on the opposite end with your arms crossed and brow raised.Â
itâs quiet. he doesnât have the guts to say anything, waiting for you to break the silence. maybe youâre not that mad.
âso,â you start, âitâs nice to finally meet you, user273582838.â
he rubs his neck awkwardly, chuckling through his nerves as he mumbles, âoh, hey there! itâs a small world, huh?â
âsatoru.â
yeah, never mind. you seem pretty mad.Â
âokay, look,â he begins, âyou canât blame me. you dumped me, your sweet, loving, and unsuspecting boyfriend out of nowhere! i was heartbroken and shatteredâand then you didnât even give me a chance to work it out! i was not in the right headspace to make wise decisions soâŠso this is basically not my fault.â
that doesnât seem to help his caseâin fact, it only makes it worse.Â
âso itâs my fault?â
âwhaâno!â he says quickly, âno, definitely not.â
you sigh, rubbing your forehead in defeat as you mumble, âsatoru, we are broken up for a reason. you canât overstep andââ
âitâs a pretty stupid reason,â he grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms and frowning. you glare at him from the side as you scoff in disbelief.Â
âof course,â you chuckle dryly, âof course you would say that. nothing is ever serious enough to youââ
âitâs pretty fucking serious to me,â he spits, shooting you a look that tells you heâs just as shocked as you, âthatâs obviously why iâm the one whoâs still not moved on as easily as you. how seriously did you really take it?â
âthatâs not fair,â you grit, âyou made it abundantly clear you didnât care enough, so why should iââ
âi fucking cared a shit ton,â he says incredulously, âthatâs bullshit, and you know itââ
âdonât curse at me, satoruââ
âwell, donât accuse me of not caring when i clearlyââ
âoh, yeah cause you cared so much when you were laughing with that waitress as she hit on you,â you seethe, throwing a pillow from your couch at him. he can catch it easilyâyou know this for sure, but he lets it hit him out of what youâre sure is at least a little consideration to your feelings.Â
âi wasnât laughing because i enjoyed it,â he crinkles his brows as if youâve said the most ridiculous thing ever, âit was just funny because she was trying so hard. and you looked all cute when you got mad.â
âwhat kind of boyfriend enjoys watching his girlfriend get madââ
âthe kind of boyfriend who thinks his girlfriend is adorable when sheâs madââ
âyeah, well your idea of a date is going to the mall with shoko and suguru. what kind of date is thatââ
âokay, i was a bit clueless sometimes, but you couldâve said something instead of just dumping me like i was some random guy in your dmâsââ
âyou need to grow the fuck up, satoruââ
ânow look at who's cursing!â
itâs silentâboth you and him have your arms crossed and lips curled into scowls as you both glare at each other. youâre stubbornly convinced satoru doesnât care as much as you do, and heâs firmly committed to the idea that youâre twisting him into some douche who doesnât give two shits.Â
itâs quiet like that for a bit before he deflates and slumps against the couch, rubbing his face as he groans.Â
âlook,â he starts, âiâm sorry. i never meant to make it seem like i enjoy attention from other girls, and i didnât realize you wanted more dates. iâd have done things differently if you told me how you felt.â
he sounds sincere. and heâs looking at you with those eyes of hisâgod, those stupid little eyes that are so wide and blue and deep and full of love. even after that whole argument, satoru is clearly as painfully in love as ever.Â
you sigh before playing with a loose thread on your sweatpants.Â
âiâŠguess i couldâve talked it out first. i probably shouldnât have skipped straight to breaking up,â you mutter, not meeting his eyes.Â
satoru stares glumly at you from the corner of his eyes before he adds bitterly, âyou donât seem to miss me. not even a little.â
âtoru,â you pinch your nose, âof course i miss you. i was not gonna be mopey on instagram, thoughââ
âdoesnât seem like it,â he huffs. heâs a bit hurtâyou can tell because heâs not meeting your eyes, and heâs not got that playful little upward curl of his lips.Â
youâre a bit weak, you realizeâbut you suppose you always have been for satoru, because youâre shuffling to his end of the couch and poking his cheek gently.Â
âi miss you tons, yâknow,â you murmurâyou smile a little at his pout before adding, âi want more dates this time around. and stop letting girls get away with being shameless flirts.â
he finally meets your eyesâitâs like a child on christmas, the way his face lights up and his lips curl into an excited grin.
âyou mean i get to be your boyfriend again?â
itâs cuteâthe way he asks to be your boyfriend and not if youâll be his girlfriend. maybe youâve been a bit unfair, maybe satoru has always cared deeply in his dumb little clueless way of his own.Â
âfine,â you pretend to roll your eyes. he looks hopelessly excited as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, tucking you under his chin as he rests his cheek on your head.Â
âyou should really talk to me more,â he murmurs, âiâmâŠthings fly over my head sometimes. iâm sorry.â
âiâm sorry too,â you admit, âiâll talk to youâbut you better listen to me if i do. donât turn it into jokes.â
âi never turn things into jokes,â he grumbles petulantly, huffing to the side as you shoot him an unimpressed raise of your brow. âdoes this mean i can follow you again?â
âyes,â you snort.
âand youâll follow back, right?â
âyes, satoru,â you sigh, shaking your head in amusement. heâs already back to being a handfulâbut you can admit you might have missed it just a bit. âbut for the love of god, please delete that burner.â
âfine,â he pouts, tugging you closer.Â
you giggle, he grins, and then youâre kissingâand everything feels as it should be.Â
âââ
âtheyâre back together,â shoko says in disbelief, staring at your text. suguru groans, pausing mid bite as he rubs over his forehead in defeat.Â
of course, you and satoru just have to make up in exactly fifteen minutes. not ten. not twenty. exactly fifteen.Â
how considerate of you both.Â
âare you kidding?â suguru grumbles, âso neither of us win.â
âguess not,â she says sourly, rolling her eyes.Â
woefully, they both agree to split the check.Â
suguru and shoko are so me and my friend every time our other friend argues with her boyfriend we deadass be making bets over when they make up and loser has to pay for boba LMAO
#teepods.writings#drabbles.#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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The Amazing Toybox Circus!
A storybook - Part 1
Once upon a time, there was a very old toy shop.
An unremarkable sort of place with very few visitors. The shelves were lined with antique curiosities which had collected dust over the years.
Among these, atop a colorful wooden toy chest, was a simple kaleidoscope. It was inscribed with a strange design of teeth and eyes, and a poem about a magical circus.
...
Now, one might imagine the type of person would walk into such a place. Perhaps someone who has worked far too hard. Someone who feels unsatisfied with the tedium of every day life, and who longs for an escape into the fantastical world of imagination that playthings can inspire. This sort of person might look through a kaleidoscope and dream, just for a moment, of a new life filled with bright color, of fun and adventure.
This was the sort of person who suddenly woke up on the floor, surrounded by darkness and extremely confused.
Feeling dizzy and thoughts hazy, she righted herself and began to wander. A soft jingling noise followed her with every step, though she paid it no mind. There were more pressing issues at the moment.
She strained her mind trying to remember how she could have possibly ended up here. She clearly remembered entering a toy shop, but her thoughts beyond this were blank besides a vivid image of swirling colors. Red and blue spirals. All she knew at the moment was that she felt terribly afraid, and very very small.
Timidly, she called out-
"HELLO, MY NEWEST SUPERSTAR!"
An enormous wooden ventriloquist dummy suddenly burst from the shadows. His painted eyes gleamed, one blue, one green. His wooden teeth chattered as he loomed overhead. He pulled a white balloon on a string, which sported an equally large toothy grin.
The sight was positively terrifying.
"Welcome to the amazing toybox circus!"
"The ... the toybox what?" She squeaked in response.
"Why, the toybox circus of course! You're sure to have a grand time, my dear! " She was suddenly lifted up to meet his unsettling wooden gaze.
"My name is Caine! I'm your ringmaster," he continued at an unnecessarily loud volume.
"My dear, you've entered a wonderful world of whimsy and adventure, where anything can happen! Soon you'll meet your new friends and we shall put on a show!"
He spun her around before setting her down on the floor again.
The girl was speechless. Be part of a circus? Led by a talking puppet? Surely this was all a strange dream!
"I'm sorry, sir," she eventually said, somehow managing to speak politely considering the circumstances. "But I really must be getting home! If you'd kindly show me the way-"
"Oh but you simply must stay for the performance, my dear! I've prepared all sorts of activities that are sure to delight! Oh the audience will love you! You shall be the star attraction!"
The puppet was very insistent. At a loss, the girl considered her options were either to continue wandering the darkness or to trust this "ringmaster". Now she was an intelligent young lady, but she was also a curious sort. After all, curiosity was what brought her here in the first place, and curiosity compelled her to see what would happen next...
So despite better judgement, she finally said -
Hesitant but hopeful. Perhaps this would be interesting? At the very least, she could play along until finding a way out of this strange place, out of the toyshop and back home. Or until she woke up, as this was likely a dream after all.
"At any rate, this may be fun," she hoped out loud.
Something cackled from atop a large shelf. The silhouette was that of a rabbit, but with a wide yellow grin.
"Heh HEH! You'll soon see, little clown," he said, before hopping out of sight.
What an odd place this was...
----part 2 coming soon!
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#pomni#caine#jax#tadc au#toybox circus#my art#theres a lot of Alice in wonderland here
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SPARRING PARTNER
Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin!Reader
Summary - You and Aegon have hardly spoken since sharing a particularly sensual moment a month ago. Now he thinks he stands a chance at beating you in a sparring match.
Warnings - targcest (lightly implied that reader is Daemon's daughter), vague hints regarding smut, blood, horny/stupid aegon & reader, ! MINORS DNI !
Word Count - 2.5k
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âCare for a partner?âÂ
Aegonâs gruff voice had come as a surprise, knocking you from a state of concentration as you swung for one of the training dummies.
Your body jolts. You fumble, then miss your mark by a fraction of an inch. The tip of your blade grazes against the dummies wooden neck, rather than slicing its head clean off.Â
Gritting your teeth, blood thrums in your ears as you whirl around to face your cousin. âHasnât anyone ever told you that itâs dangerous to sneak up on an armed woman?âÂ
Heâs standing within an armâs length of youâmuch too close, considering you had been swinging a sword around. One wrong move, and it couldâve been his head that you had taken off.Â
In spite of this, Aegon appears utterly at ease. Standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he shrugs at you, a lopsided smirk pulling at his lips. âI prefer for my women to be dangerous.âÂ
âIâm the furthest thing from one of your women.âÂ
âReally?â He cocks a brow, that stupid smirk growing wider. âMust I jog your memory, then? Remind you of Aemondâs name-day celebrations when-âÂ
You cut him off with a narrow-eyed glare, raising your blade in a feigned-threat. The tip is poised at his navel when you hiss, âEnough.âÂ
Obedient as always, Aegonâs mouth snaps shut at your command. His mouth remains curved, though, silently taunting you. Memories from last month flash through your mindâthe two of you, drunk and stumbling away from the Banquet Hall, hands roaming freely along each other's bodies.Â
A mistake.Â
Thatâs all it was: an ignorant, drunken, mistake.Â
Still, you feel your cheeks heating at the thought of that night. You huff, sliding your sword back into the leather-sheath strapped around your hips. âIâm not one of your women,â you huff, though youâre not so sure the reminder is meant for him. âYou have a type, Aegonâand that type consists wholly of whores.âÂ
You had nothing against the whores, of course. Many of the ladies working on the Street of Silk were fine womenâif anything, you felt bad that they had to deal with him.Â
At least they get paid for it, though. You deal with his flirtations free of charge.Â
âWell,â Aegon drones, his lilac eyes dipping further south. Sweat soaks through your tunic, making it cling to your skin in a way that accentuates the curve of your waist. âNot wholly of whores.âÂ
Your expression falls flat. âHow flattering.âÂ
With that, you spin on your heel, fully intending on continuing your training on the other side of the yard. You make it less than a full step before his fingers snag on your wrist, whirling you back around.Â
Your free hand finds the hilt of your sword, a warning flashing in your eyes. Worry flashes across his face, though itâs mostly shrouded by arrogance.Â
âYou never answered my question,â his voice carries a subtle wobble, hardly noticeable. You catch it, though, unable to suppress a self-satisfied grin. âWould you like a partner?âÂ
âA sparring partner?âÂ
The question is phrased like an insultâand, maybe, you had meant it that way. Your focus hones in on the hand still wrapped around your wrist. His smooth, uncalloused, princelike hands. When was the last time he had even held a sword?Â
A puzzled frown accentuates the pout of his bottom lip. When he speaks, his voice is so unusually tentative that his response sounds more like a question than an answer. âYes?âÂ
You try holding in a laughâand fail miserably. Aegonâs confusion gives way to annoyance, embarrassment tinging his pale cheeks red.Â
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
Several biting remarks instantly come to mind, each a bit more insulting than the last. You hold your tongue. Surely he doesnât actually believe himself capable of sparring with you, right? When it comes to swordfighting, youâre leagues above him. It wouldnât even be close to a fair match.Â
âNothing,â you respond quickly, tight-lipped as you hold back another laugh. âBut you know what? SureâI could use some decent competition.âÂ
Aegonâs chest puffs slightly, confidence soaring.Â
You nip that in the bud, âMind fetching your brother for me?âÂ
He deflates at the mention of his brother, shoulders slumping forward as he scoffs. âYou truly believe Aemond to be better than me?âÂ
âWithout question.âÂ
Aemond was a bit of a twatâbut he was undeniably skilled at swordplay.Â
âDo you forget that Aemond and I were trained by the same knight?â Aegon asks, brows raised. âIâm just as skilled with a blade as my brother. If not more.âÂ
Another laughable statement that has you biting your cheek, trying not to insult him any more than you already had.Â
It was true that, same as Aemond, Aegon had been trained by Ser Criston, a knight of the Kingsguard, when he was a boy. But if the softness of his palms was any indicator, then he hadnât done a good job at keeping up with that training.Â
âDoubtful.â Sighing, you then gesture to his clothes, âBesides, youâre not even dressed for a fight, Aegon. You canât move in that!âÂ
Glancing down at himself, he observes his tight-fitted emerald tunic, slim trousers, and shiny black boots. Fashionableâbut terrible for a fight.Â
âI assure you that I can move just fine,â he huffs, weakly defending himself. Bringing a hand to his hip, he slides a dagger from a small black sheath. âIâll prove it!âÂ
You stare at the weapon, unblinking. Incredulity lines each syllable as you ask, âYou plan to fight me with that?âÂ
It was, admittedly, a very pretty dagger.Â
No expense had been spared in its creation. The pommel was forged of shimmering gold, rounded and delicately crafted to emulate the appearance of glistening dragon scales. Dark shagreen wrapped the hilt, and the blade itself was made of steel so dark it appeared onyx, its tip curved ever-so-slightly, making it ideal for carving through flesh.Â
Pretty, but still just a dagger. A weapon designed for close-range attacks would do him little good against a sword.Â
âItâs a weapon, is it not?â If Aegonâs at all embarrassed by your teasing, he doesnât show it. His jaw flexes, lilac eyes boring into you. âFight me.âÂ
âThis is foolish-â you start.Â
âFight me,â Aegon growls, cutting you off. He takes a step closer. Your spine turns to a steel rod, chin held high as his stare narrows on you. âUnless youâre too afraid to lose,â he purrs.Â
Your blood simmers.Â
Heâs goading you. You know thatâand take the bait anyway.Â
âFine,â you answer bluntly.Â
Rolling your shoulders, you take your stance a few paces back from him. Feet apart and hands raised defensively, you donât even bother with drawing your weaponâmaking his brow raise.Â
âWhat about your sword?â He asks, eyeing the sheath at your waist.Â
âDonât need it.âÂ
Cockyâbut true, nonetheless. If you were to spar with a weapon, then you would probably have him disarmed in seconds. Doing it this way, unarmed, you at least stand a chance of getting a good workout before your inevitable victory.Â
âLetâs go.â Curling your fingers, you beckon him closer, a taunt in your voice, âGive it your best shot, Aeg.âÂ
A shiver crawls up his spine, thinking back to Aemondâs name-day, the last time you had called him that. The two of you had been so impatient that you hadnât made it further than an empty broom closet; his teeth grazing against your neck, and his name oozing from your tongue like honey.Â
His hand tightens around the hilt, remembering how it felt to be gripping your bare waist, instead. Remembering, too, how it felt as his touch drifted lower and lower, his fingers hooking along the waistband of your smallclothes just as a maid pushed the door open and started screaming.Â
You hadnât called him Aeg since that nightâsince you rushed to fix your gown and darted out the door, leaving him to deal with the maid. To hear it again nowâafter a month of dreaming of itâwas pure bliss, as well as a confirmation that, perhaps, you donât regret that night as much as you wish you did.Â
Voice low, he asks, âReady?âÂ
You almost smile. Aegon had been trained by the Kingsguard, taught to spar with honor, to wait until your opponent was ready to strike.Â
But you were trained by the Rogue Prince. Taught to say fuck honorâstrike first, ask questions never.Â
A split second and youâre lunging forwards, making a move for his dominant side.Â
Aegonâs eyes go wideâthen his guard snaps up, forcing him to focus.Â
Caught off guard, his movements are desperate and sloppy as he stumbles backwards, evading your strike.Â
Your fingertips brush the sleeve of his tunic. If heâd moved a second later, you would have caught him by the wrist. A second later, and you would have already won.Â
âSneaky,â he chastises.Â
You open your mouth to respond, only for the words to be cut off by a yelp. He takes you by surprise, barreling straight for you. Steel glimmers as the onyx blade sweeps towards you, slicing through the air much faster than you wouldâve thought.Â
Thereâs no time to dodge the strikeânot without the risk of tripping over your own feet. You lift your forearm, aiming to block rather than dodge. Aegon notices thisâa heartbeat too lateâand purposefully slows his own blow.Â
You hiss as cold steel grazes against your skin. Crimson trickles towards your elbow, minuscule compared to what it could have been. If Aegon hadnât hindered his own strike, the blade could have very well cut-through to pure-ivory bone.Â
Anger sparks in his eyes. âYou couldâve dodged that,â he pants.Â
Taking several small steps backwards, you grin at him through gritted teeth. âAnd you couldâve struck harder.âÂ
Aegonâs stare narrows and, instantly, that spark flares to an all-consuming wildfire. Lilac flames lick at his irises, the heat of them nipping at your skin, sweat beading along your brow.Â
He moves first.Â
Slicing from the left, you duck to the right. His counter is swift, aiming for your bicep. But heâs too hesitantâgiving you just enough time to twist your body out of the way.Â
His movements are as fast and relentless as they are unsustainable. Aegonâs chest heaves, evidence of his fraying endurance. You bide your time, weaving and dodging his blade's curved tip. Letting him push you back and back and back, focusing on evading rather than striking.Â
Swinging low, his blade cuts through the front of your tunic, hardly a fucking centimeter from tearing into your sternum. A bit panicked, you snap your arm up. It rams into the side of his dominant wrist, striking a particularly sensitive nerve.Â
He hisses. Takes a step back to regroup.Â
Never loses his grip, though, knuckles turning white around the hilt.Â
âImpressive,â you bite out, feeling your own temper flare.Â
Taking advantage of the small window, you move towards him. Swept towards his ankle with your leg, hoping to knock him off balance butâÂ
âHe predicts your movement, jumping back only to immediately press forward again. Every movement is aggressive; not calculated or precise, but still swift and near inescapable.Â
You block and block, stumbling back and back. Your footwork turns sloppy, your focus hazy. Then, suddenly, your back is slamming into rough stone. Blade poised at your chest, Aegon grins even as he fights to catch his breath.Â
You curse at yourself, realization settling into your bones.Â
You counted on him being a poor swordsmanâon being out of practice and out of shape. Waiting for his stamina to deplete, knowing that when it did, you could easily overpower him.Â
You hadnât considered that maybe heâd had a strategy of his own, though.Â
Aegon had tricked you. Overexerted himself on purpose. Moved faster and faster, ensuring that you were focusing on him and not your surroundings, allowing him to back you into a godsdamned corner.Â
Your temper flares. Instincts kick in.Â
Your hand thrusts upwards, aiming for the chain dangling around his neck. His freehand shoots up at the same time, catching your fingers just as they wrap around the thick metal. He doesnât move your hand away, letting the warmth of your touch linger against the column of his throat.Â
You had planned to choke him, and Aegon knows this. And yet neither fear nor worry clouds his gaze. His lilac eyes remain bright, glittering with intrigue, of all things.Â
A low chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, which is only mere inches from your own. âIf you were this desperate to touch me,â Aegon purrs, the sweetness of arbor red permeating your senses as his breath fans across your cheek, âthen you shouldâve just asked.âÂ
âYouâre insufferable,â you grind out.Â
Aegon leans closer, the tip of his nose bumping against yours as your foreheads touch. Your heartbeat stutters, then quickens. He loosens his grip on your fingers, not caring that you could easily attack him again. As he brushes a strand of sweat-soaked hair behind your ear, youâre fairly certain that, at this moment, Aegon has no cares at all.Â
âYou were wrong,â he whispers.Â
The world around you begins to fade, your vision hollowing until all that remains is him. You just stare at himâwide-eyed and confused, utterly ensnared.Â
âEarlier,â Aegon continues. âYou said that you were the furthest thing from my type of woman. But you were wrongââ his touch drifts from your hairline, traveling along your jaw in a soft caress, ââyouâre the only type of woman that I want.âÂ
A serrated breath escape escapes you as Aegon pushes himself against you, further caging you against the stone. Close enough that, with each breath, his plush lips brush against yours. Close enough that you can feel his hardening length buried against your thigh.Â
âEvery night,â his voice drops to a whimper now. âIâve thought of you every night since then. Dreamed of you, even.âÂ
You bite your tongue, scared that if you donât, you might say something stupidâmight tell him that you dreamt of him, too. Of the warmth of his touch, fingertips burning against your skin as they dipped lower lower lower.Â
Weakness wins out, a strangled moan slipping from parted lips, âAeg-âÂ
âHave you thought of me?â Aegon asks, brows furrowing into an unbearably innocent expression. You squirm against him, your back arching off the stone, hips desperately searching for friction. He clicks his tongue. âWords, dove. Use them.âÂ
Godsâhow you hate yourself for this. For how easy it is for him to toy with you. For how much you enjoy it.Â
You rasp, âYes-âÂ
In response, a satisfied hum. âGood.âÂ
For a moment, somehow both brief and eternal, you wait for him to close that gap between you. Wait to feel his lips crash against yours, to taste the sweetness of his tongue. To have his touch once again strike a match within your soul, leaving you to burn in the ecstasy of his embrace.Â
And then, suddenly, you feel itâ
âthe tip of his fucking dagger pressed against the underside of your jaw, a single bead of warmth trickling down the column of your throat.Â
Lip curling into a snarl, you glare at Aegon.Â
He looks all too pleased with himself, smirking as he asks, âNow am I better than Aemond?âÂ
You donât answer himânot with words, at least. But he can see the response simmering in your eyes; a certainty that excited him far more than it scared him.
You were going to kill him.
a/n - honestly just wanted to practice writing a short little fight scene with this! originally this was going to be about aemond, but my love for aegon won out as it always does.
as always, like's comments and reblogs are appreciated! and if any of you want to talk about all things aegon or hotd/asoiaf, my asks/dms are open (please none of my irl friends like hotd i'm begging)
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The Best Interruption.
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in which, harrys been in his at home office for the majority of the day, and your little one is getting antsy after not spending time with there best friend, so when heâs typing away and answering emails, they stroll into the office, crawling onto his lap.
Harry sat at his home office desk, surrounded by a sea of papers and instruments. He'd been cooped up in there for most of the day, lost in the creative whirlwind of composing new music.
And it was now nearing two o clock.
With a cup of tea steaming gently beside him, Harry's fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed out an email to his manager, Jeff. Each keystroke was deliberate, each word carefully chosen to convey his vision for the upcoming project. He glanced out the window, watching the world go by outside, a brief distraction from the task at hand.
Lost in the melodies swirling around his mind, Harry remained unaware as the door to his home office cracked open ever so slightly. His focus was firmly fixed on the task at hand, oblivious to the world outside his creative bubble.
Unseen by her immersed father, his two-year-old daughter, her dummy nestled in her mouth and her favourite baby blanket trailing behind her, ventured into the room.
With careful steps, she approached his chair, her small fingers reaching out to touch the soft fabric of his joggers.
Quietly, she stood beside him, her eyes wide with curiosity as she watched him work. She held her bottle of warm milk tightly under her arm, her little face a picture of innocence and wonder.
Finally, as if sensing her presence, Harry's gaze flickered downward, and he found himself met with the sight of his daughter standing beside him.
With a chuckle, Harry glanced down at his daughter, her giggles filling the room like sweet music.
"What are yâdoing in Daddy's office, you little minx?" he teased, his voice filled with affection.
Giggling even more, his daughter squirmed in his arms, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Daddy's office fun," she declared, her words slightly muffled by her dummy.
Harry smiled down at her, his heart swelling with love.
"Well, I suppose you're right about that," he admitted, gently adjusting her on his lap. "But sânearly nap time fâlittle munchkins like you."
She pouted playfully, but Harry could see the telltale signs of tiredness in her drooping eyelids.
"Nooo, not bedtime," she protested weakly, her hand reaching up to play with the cross necklace around his neck.
Chuckling softly, Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest.
"Yes, bedtime, mâsunshine," he murmured, tucking her baby blanket around her. "But we can have some cuddles first, okay?"
Settling against him, his daughter nodded sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestled into the warmth of his embrace. Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, feeling her soft breaths against his skin.
"Where's Mama?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"In kitchen," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, a sleepy smile playing on her lips.
Harry chuckled, the sound filling the room with warmth.
"Fâcourse she is," he said fondly. "She's always busy taking care of us, isn't she?"
As his daughter drifted off to sleep in his arms, Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of her peaceful face. Gently stroking her hair, he whispered, "Yâmy little angel, you know that?"
She mumbled something incoherent in response, her thumb finding its way to her mouth as she snuggled closer to him.
Leaning back in his chair, Harry let out a contented sigh.
"You're right, sweetheart," he murmured, more to himself than to her. âSâis nice, just you and me."
She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice. With a sleepy nod, she spoke the words,
"Milky."
Harry's smile widened as he reached for her bottle, a warm sense of nostalgia washing over him.
"You want your bot-bot, huh?" he asked gently, his fingers wrapping around the familiar shape of the bottle.
His daughter nodded again, her eyes bright with anticipation as she watched him prepare her drink.
"Alright, mâsunshine," Harry said softly, lifting the bottle to her lips. "Here you go."
She grasped the bottle with both hands, her tiny fingers curling around it as she took small sips, her cheeks flushing with contentment.
Watching her drink, Harry couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she was growing up. It seemed like just yesterday she was a tiny bundle in his arms, completely dependent on him for everything.
Though his daughter was perfectly capable of holding it herself, he liked the feeling of being needed, of taking care of her like he did when she was a baby, so he helped her hold the bottle, and the notsalgia hit him like a train.
She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she leaned into his touch.
"Tank ou, Daddy," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.
Harry smiled, his heart swelling with love. "Anything fâyou, mâsunshine," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Harry didnât know how long it had been but it wasnât long before his little mini-me was snoozing against his chest, soft snores falling from her mouth.
It must have been about another ten maybe fifteen minutes.
"Harry, have you seenâ" your voice spoke as you entered the room, but he quickly put a finger to his lips, his expression a silent plea for silence.
"Shhh," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Look."
Your eyes followed his gaze, and as you glanced down, you breath caught in your throat. There, fast asleep against Harry's chest, was your daughter, her dummy nestled in her mouth, an empty bottle of milk resting on his desk.
A smile spread across your face as you stepped closer, your heart swelling with love at the sight of your family.
"Oh, bubba," you whispered softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your daughter's face.
Harry smiled up at you, his eyes shining with pride and affection.
"I think she wanted tâhelp Daddy with his work," he said quietly, his voice filled with warmth.
Your daughter stirred slightly in her sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible as she snuggled closer to her father.
"Hey," you whispered, leaning in closer to your husband and pushing some hair out of his face, "I'm sorry if she interrupted your work."
Harry shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked, reaching out to stroke his daughter's cheek tenderly.
"She's the best interruption."
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