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chadleys · 7 months

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›› pairing: astarion x reader

›› wordcount: 1.9k

›› genre: established relationship, smut, fluff.

›› rating: 18+, mdni

›› synopsis: got a request for pregnant tav and astarion taking place after the events of the game. this is that.

›› warnings: pregnant!reader, impreg, biting, mentions of blood drinking.

the grounds of the manse are still, quiet, as you examine yourself in the full-length mirror by the window. cloud cover has been rolling in all day; a storm is brewing. you wish it would just arrive already — you’ve always loved the rain. and any excuse to spend the afternoon in bed with your beloved while rainfall pounds at the windows is a good one to you.

you turn this way and that, examining the subtle swell of your belly. that’s not the only change you’ve noticed, of course; your hips and thighs are a shade larger, your breasts more plump, arms slightly too thick to fit into most of your tunics anymore.

at the moment a sheer, lacy negligee drapes from your shoulders, the bottom hem barely brushing the backs of your thighs.

just as you start to grimace and turn from the mirror, a knock at the door distracts you.

❝ is my love decent? ❞ astarion’s dulcet tones make your legs quake and a tenuous bout of gooseflesh prick your arms.

❝ as though you’d care either way, ❞ you purr. a moment ago, you were desperate to get away from the reflection in the mirror. now, you stand your ground, waiting for him to enter.

which he does, beautiful body sliding between door and frame as his crimson gaze finds you. he sighs, wistfully, and his bare feet make quiet shuffling noises along the hard wood floor as he approaches. ❝ what can i say other than that you’re right? you are utterly indecent and i have to be honest. i prefer you this way … ❞ those last words spoken right into your ear send a shiver down your spine, your lashes fluttering before flying open again.

this. this is why you so suddenly changed your mind about abandoning your post in front of the mirror. it’s been enchanted. ever since your return to baldur’s gate, both your and astarion’s fortunes have vastly improved. not only monetarily, though it’s certainly been fun to watch your coffers steadily rise and eventually overflow. but also your general quality of life; not only do you have a special midwife who’s been helping to check on the babe from time to time, making the periodic blood meals it requires more palatable for you, but every mirror in the house has been magicked to be able to show a vampire’s reflection.

❝ admiring yourself? ❞ astarion’s voice is unbearably low and intoxicating in your ear. you nearly fall into his arms, as one wraps itself around your waist, hand cupping your belly. ❝ … i know i am. ❞

your hands come to brace themselves on astarion’s forearms, running back and forth, though you’re comforting yourself more than you are him. ❝ just the opposite, ❞ you all but spit. ❝ i don’t look like myself anymore. these changes, they … they disgust me. ❞

suddenly, you’re being whirled, losing your footing. but astarion is there, hands on your biceps, drawing you close and pressing his mouth fiercely to yours.

you melt, fingers clutching at the collar of his tunic, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

just when you think he’s sucked all the air from your lungs, he presses you back and allows you to breathe again.

❝ i don’t ever want to hear you talking about yourself like that again. and i do mean ever. ❞ gentle fingers swipe a lock of hair back from your forehead. ❝ you’re carrying my child; how could you possibly be disgusting? ❞

at a loss for words, you let him wheel you slowly back around to face the mirror. chin hooked over your shoulder, his scorching carmine gaze roves over you. slow hands part the lapels of your negligee, traipsing over all of your newest curves. ❝ look at this beautiful body ... ❞ his voice is low and hot, splashing molten waves over your entire body. ❝ and it's all mine. ❞

in one swift move, he sinks his teeth into your neck, making you moan and squirm against him. he doesn't drink from you anymore, not when you need all the energy you have to keep up with the life growing inside of you. but it's enough for him to continue to mark you, never letting your bites heal fully before he leaves more.

❝ astarion ... ❞ his name is a plea on your lips as you lean back into him, a solid pressure against your back.

❝ i can smell you, ❞ is his response, one hand traveling steadily downward, ❝ getting so wet for me. it happens more often now that you're pregnant, have you noticed? i certainly have. ❞

you want to tell him that it's not like the two of you weren't having sex every single night before. but now you're having sex every morning, too. and afternoon. and evening …

instead, you swallow thickly and swerve onto your other path of thinking. the path that focuses on the heat between your legs, thighs already sticking together as astarion slips a hand between them and cups your sex.

❝ please tell me you were wearing this — ❞ he plucks a piece of flimsy fabric from the negligee between his teeth. ❝ — for easy access? ❞

❝ of course. ❞ it hadn’t even crossed your mind.

astarion releases a shaky breath and steps away from you. you miss him immediately. ❝ get on the bed. ❞ normally he would throw you onto it, bthe two of you are taking every precaution for the baby.

climbing onto the soft bedspread of your giant four-poster bed, you allow astarion to come after you, crawling, hunting you as if you were his prey. the softest, sweetest prey he’d ever encounter.

legs spread, you welcome him between them, where his hardness presses — warm and insistent — against your wetness. but he still has his breeches on.

you hook a finger into the waist and tug, letting the fabric snap back against his alabaster skin. ❝ these, i think, need to come off. ❞

❝ why, i do believe you’re right. ❞ using his roguelike reflexes, the trousers are gone before you know it and his erection is jutting up, thick and hard, against his stomach. the sight is enough to make you salivate.

normally you’d put it in your mouth straight away, but pregnancy has made you overly sensitive to nausea and you really don’t want to chance ruining this lovely afternoon. so you pull him down by his tunic and kiss him again, your tongues slipping, dancing, enjoying themselves.

one of astarion’s hands has found itself down between your legs again, and he parts from you to whisper, ❝ you’re so wet … i think i could just … ❞

he trails off, and the head of his cock finds your entrance. gentle fingers splay your lips apart and he guides himself right into you, gliding easily along your slick walls. this is not the first time you’ve gotten wet so easily for him and certainly won’t be the last.

you pull your legs back, hooking your arms around your knees to hold yourself open for him. you’ve made this exact shape with your body many times before, and not always in a bed as comfortable as this one. but the extra weight you’ve put on makes holding the position a touch more difficult this time, and one of your legs slips from your grasp, knocking astarion hard in the side.

❝ gods, sorry! ❞ you reach for him, to make sure he’s okay, but the vampire catches your hand easily and pins it to the bedclothes, fingers twined with yours.

❝ never apologize to me, my love. you have no need to. you could ravish me, and still i would thank you. ❞

the thought makes your toes curl; being with astarion hasn’t always been easy, especially when you first met. but now … especially now that you’re pregnant, his desire to dote upon you has grown immeasurably. you want nothing more than to bask in the intensity of his gaze forevermore … and to give birth to his child, of course, but that is still months off.

❝ i still c-can’t believe, ❞ you stutter as he begins to thrust, ❝ you actually managed to get me pregnant. ❞

astarion covers your swollen belly with one of his perfect hands, and both of you watch your breasts sway as he fucks you. ❝ my dear, i was so full of your blood that night i’d be surprised if you don’t give birth to twins. ❞

the thought makes your head swim, your legs clench around his waist, drawing him in, wanting him so much deeper.

neither of you had strictly known that was how it worked; that the more blood a vampire had drunk, the more virile they’d become. not until conducting some research and investigation after you’d mysteriously missed your cycle that month.

needless to say, however, both of you were beyond thrilled.

❝ careful, ❞ you jest, with your legs still tight around him, urging him on. ❝ don’t want to poke the baby’s eye out. ❞

astarion chuckles, leaning down to lay a chiding bite to your chest, fully on display now that the opposites sides of your negligee had fallen completely open. ❝ i don’t claim to be an expert, but i don’t think that’s how it works, love. ❞

as if to prove his point, his hips start to piston in and out of you. harder, faster, astarion holds your gaze as he all but begins to plow you.

pregnancy has made you sensitive in ways you couldn’t believe were possible. the ridges of his fat cock dragging against your tight walls make the room go fuzzy, the bed canopy above you shifting and twinkling like a sky full of stars.

your hands are in his hair, tugging, drawing a hiss from him as he tosses his head back against your ministrations.

he growls, tight and low, that he wants to see you cum, wants to see you lose yourself for him. and you can’t help but obey.

your entire body seizes, toes curling in the sheets, and astarion fucks you through it with harsh, demanding thrusts. you’re so wet that his cock makes sticky sweet noises every time he enters you.

it takes him no time at all, after that, to finish for you. this time you pull your legs back as far as possible and tell him to cum as deep inside of you as he can, wishing to every god you believe in that he could get you pregnant again now, fuck another baby into you.

the one already inside of you is demanding enough, but you can’t help but marinate on astarion’s earlier words: what if you’re having twins? the thought fills you with inexplicable joy, heart pounding big and broad in your chest.

astarion sighs and slips to the side of you, sliding down to place his cheek against your belly. ❝ see? i don’t think he minds at all … ❞

❝ oh? and how do you know it’s a he? ❞ you can barely catch your breath to ask, fingers brushing hair back from astarion’s sweaty forehead.

❝ i don’t. but if you have a boy, you can be guaranteed i’ll be getting you pregnant again as fast as i can, so that he’ll have a sister to keep him in line. ❞

#so basically you and astarion live in a gigantic mansion in the city #watching your gold pile up #fucking all day #sounds just like what they deserve after the shit they went through #my writing #astarion hc #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion smut #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 smut #f!reader

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souxie43 · 9 days

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My babies 💚💚💚🫶🫶 weegee

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serxeri · 2 months

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Wayne's Haunted Mansion Fanart

Megapost version. :'3c Part 1

Wayne's Haunted Mansion fic by @tathartiel

Tis about a cute lil fella meeting the bats one by one and getting spoiled by his new found family. :'3c

MOAR UNDER

:'3c Moar to come in the future.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #xeri fanarts #whm #danny phantom #batfam #wayne's haunted mansion #waynes haunted mansion

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romancemedia · 4 months

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The Most Romantic Anime Scenes of 2023

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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months

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Danny's Grill Part 2

Special thanks to @mkarchin713 for letting me use their idea.

Tim's night had been hectic.

Not only have things at WE taken a turn for the worst due to some random influencer that decided Wayne Enterprises was the cause of global warming and convinced all his fans of the same- despite the fact they were the nation's leading company in green energy- sales have been down.

The board was breathing down his neck to fix the stocks while being no help at all to get the youth back on their side. He's already pulled twelve hours of overtime this week and it was only Wednesday.

He's been dealing with the PR nightmare while trying to get to the bottom of data theft across multiple big-name technology companies. Reports of scams and total funds lost were reported all through Gotham and only his city.

Tim suspects someone had been planting screen recording devices in one of Gotham's shipping factories before they left the buildings, stealing all the information from new buyers.

Since his theory is so hard to trace, he's been having difficulty pinpointing the base of operations, never mind having enough proof for his thesis. After Bruce's lost-in-time fiasco, Tim learns to have evidence before going to the family with anything.

So that means he's been trying to fight his way on his own, which usually isn't too much to handle, but stress and lack of sleep have really been slowing him down.

Thankfully, a specific food truck appears in his line of sight, and his mood improves drastically. He finds a safe roof to quickly change into his civilians, already fantasizing about what delicious food he would eat.

Dressed in his typical Alvin Draper disguise- black, almost second-skin tights and an oversized sweater- he all but skips to Danny's Grill.

"Night, Danny," He says, smiling at the back of the chef. He leans on the little extended table outside the truck's small window. He takes a sniff of the air, mouth watering at the scent.

Looks like tonight is cheeseburgers, as Danny carefully flips some patties. Danny whirls around with a smile of his own, only to drop the spatula in horror.

"Alvin! What happened!?" Danny shouts, nearly flinging himself through the tiny opening. The vigilante blinks in confusion before catching his reflection in the napkin dispenser.

In his haste to have some of Danny's food, he forgot to cover up a black eye, swollen right cheekbone, and busted lip from his last faulty lead. A goon had gotten him by surprise and had nearly rearranged his face before he was able to get his wits about him.

"Nothing, really; it comes with the job, you know?" Tim tries to play off, laughing nervously when Danny's expression crumbles into pure rage. "Look, it's no big deal-"

"How can it not be a big deal!? Half your face is swollen!"

That happens when someone hits you with a metal pipe in the face. He thinks hysterically. "I've had worse."

"That's not comforting!" Danny screams, throwing off his apron. "Let me close down, and I'll take you to a doctor-"

"No hospitals. They'll ask where I got this, and I can't answer that." Tim cuts in, voice hard. There is a tense moment where he thinks Danny will force him to go anyway, but after a moment the other man growls slamming his hands on the counter.

"Fine. Fine. No hospitals. At least let me ice it." It takes everything in Tim not to shrink back from the hateful tone. He barely has the mind to nod as Danny quickly unlocks the little door that leads into his truck, ushering the Bat inside with barely controlled rage.

He knows it's not aimed at him, but being around someone so upset makes his skin crawl. Tim has problems with offending people; his parents had been masters in drilling into him from a young age.

That's why Tim always sought the approval of everyone around him, even if he couldn't stand the person.

He has been working on it, but old habits died hard.

"Sorry." He mumbles as Danny quickly gets a zippy bag full of ice.

"Don't. Apologize." Danny bites before taking a large breath, clearly trying to calm down. He gently places the ice against Tim's cheek, staring at him with such tender worry Tim can't help but feel butterflies. "You don't have to apologize for getting roughed up. Never. Okay?"

Tim nods, shyly looking away as his stomach is rapidly overrun by even more butterflies. "Okay."

"Come home with me." Danny suddenly blurts as if the words were forced out of him. He looked just as surprised by them as Tim was.

"What?"

"Just for tonight. Just so I know you're safe." Danny all but pleas, and Tim- well, Tim has never been known to be strong enough to resist his impulses. Sure, the family might worry, but he can send them a message claiming to be undercover, and frankly- it's been so long since Tim's had a break.

He's always wanted to know more about Danny outside his food truck. He hadn't been able to find much on him. Tim is a detective by heart. He wants to know everything there is to know about Danny Fenton.

"I can leave when I want." He says, as Danny carefully places a warm hand on his other cheek. "And I sleep in my own space. No bed sharing. I also want to take a shower but I don't have anything to sleep in."

"You can borrow something of mine/ Whatever you need." The words are practically a warm hug, and Tim feels relaxed. Already the shitty week feels less terrible, and he finds himself growing bold enough to take an obvious sniff of the air.

"Can I have a burger?"

There is a hint of an amused smile, but it does not cover up the worry. "Of course you can."

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The shower is running in Danny's house.

It's a bit out of the way, about a forty-minute drive outside of Gotham limits, but it's spacious and private, just the way Danny liked it.

Ever since he inherited his title, he's found this house on the list of properties, and that was why he chose to take Gotham by storm in his little truck.

Danny isn't really sure what the story of the property was- the suspects the place was built around the same time Gotham got its curse; seeing as it was overseeing the city and had enough natural ectoplasm in the air, he would suspect the curse affecting the town lead to here. He never cared to check.

No, rather Danny had some ghosts remodel the old building to include wiring and functioning plumbing but asked that the general overall of the mansion stay the same.

He sort of like pretending to be a Lord of the Oldden days. If anyone asked if he walked around acting out old romances of the Victorian era, that was not else business but his own.

Alvin was undoubtedly impressed when they pulled up to his house. Maybe it shouldn't have felt so prideful to have the handsome man be impressed with his mansion given the circumstances.

He seemed to accept the excuse of having been willed the house by his late grandfather. He just hoped Alvin didn't think him the same as his wealthy clients.

Speaking of, he better make the call before Alvin finished.

Stepping to his balcony, he pulled out his burner phone and pressed the speed dial five. There are four rings before the call connects.

He gets no greeting, but he's not expecting one. Danny looks over his shoulder to ensure the bathroom door is connected to the master room- his bedroom, where Alvin will be staying, seeing as it has a bigger fireplace. He needs to have them install a heating system. Danny never bothered, what with his ice core and all- before he spoke.

"Hey, Red Hood, it's Danny. I'm calling in that favor."

There is a long pause before the other man grunts. "What is it?"

"My friend is a pro whose pimp or johns have been abusing lately. Can you help me....take care of the issue? I don't want to overstep in his life, but I'm pretty sure they broke his check bone tonight, and he claimed to have had worse before." Danny sighs, his stomach overturning at what that could mean. He hasn't gone out as Ghost King to show those assholes a thing or two because this isn't his haunt.

It's Red Hood's.

Danny had met the other man when a rouge attack had busted up all the main highways he usually worked in and had no choice but to try to sell in Crime Alley. He was right off the territory's edge, freaking out about entering without the main ghost's permission, until Red Hood confronted him.

Danny's frantic fretting had been suspicious enough that the main honcho had gone to find out why he was so nervous.

They worked a deal where Danny would sell his ware in peace, and as long as he let kids eat for free, Red Hood had no quarrels with him. He even got a favor from the crime lord after Danny provided free meals to some of his men's families struggling to get food a few months back.

He also allowed Hood to use his house as a safe house to hide a few people who needed to be out of the city. Is he part of Red Hood's gang? No.

Is he an alley? Yes.

Danny had been saving the favor for such an occasion.

There is silence on Hood's side, so Danny goes in for the kill. "My friend is seventeen; in a few months, he'll be eighteen, but he said he has been doing this since he was younger."

The silence is now laced with malice. If there was one thing they both agreed on it was that kids were never meant to be hurt by the scum of the city. "Give me his name and the area he usually works in."

"Alvin Draper. He changes per night, but I've often seen him on the east side of Crime Alley."

"I'll look into it. Is Alvin safe?"

"Yeah, he's going to be staying with me tonight. Don't come by until I convince him to extend his stay." Danny knows Hood will understand. This is one of many pros to see the Zone- his mansion's name- as a sanctuary.

"That's fine. Can you get me a picture of Alvin?"

"No, he's too skimmish."

Hood grunts again, his voice coming out tired despite the voice monitor. "Kids always are. I'll have my boys find Alvin's primp and johns. Ensure there aren't any other younglings before they make them swim with the fish."

Danny almost falls over in relief. "Thank you. Alvin...Alvin means a lot to me."

" Don't mention it. Stay well, Victorian."

Victorian is the code name Hood has given him to ensure Danny isn't tired of his gang. Yes, it's because his house is a Victorian mansion, but Danny also likes to think it's cause the other man appreciates the aesthetics of his house a little too much.

He once caught Hood admiring his Pride and Prejudice hardcover book displayed in his green sitting room.

"You too Hood. And thank you."

How would he convince Alvin that his house was a better place to call home than the orphanage and street corners without coming off as a wannabe savior or hopelessly in love creep?

Danny pauses at his own train of thought.

Hopelessly in love? He thinks in shock as the bathroom door swings open, and out comes Alvin, dressed in Danny's extra pajama set. He offers Danny a shy smile; even with the injuries, it is the loveliest sight he's ever seen, and- oh no, Danny is in love with him.

"You up for a late-night snack?" He asks, trying to not show the world-shattering realization on his face, and Alvin's smile grows wider.

"You're going to make me fat." The other laughs. Danny's heart skips a beat.

Danny Fenton loves Alvin Draper and will do everything he can to protect him. Even if Alvin will hate him for it.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny's grill #Prat 2 #Dead tired #misunderstanding #Danny thinks Tim is a protisute #secret identity #Jason is out for blood somewhere #Danny has a victorian mansion as ghost king #Tim is there for the lore and the vibes

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 8 months

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Mmm, Damian becomes best friends with Sam Manson and may or may not have a slight crush on her.

Damian becomes very concerned however when he's introduced to his friends besties via videocall. Everything was normal at first until Danny left the room and come back looking angry with his eyes glowing a Lazarus green.

Damian (and unbeknownst to him his siblings) have begun to investigate Daniel Fenton and the city of Amity Park

Plot twist: the GZ portal is semi-sentient and doing it's absolute best to impede thier investigation

#dpxdc #prompts #fanfiction prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #damian wayne #sam mansion #tucker foley #damian wayne x sam manson #maybe #the portal is bouncing between being outright horror movie/creepy and full on looney toons shenanigans

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sootrootdoot · 2 months

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jack is alawys doin crazy things. wonder what consequences could be. what happens when u lose a bet?

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tooncraze · 10 months

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Mario doodle dump timeeee

Old sketch I forgot about, just lightning practice but I liked it :)

Luigi trying not to have a complete mental breakdown as E Gadd processes his treatment toward the plumber. (Meaning he treats him more like Mario, forgetting about his anxiety and definitely real autism)

Related to my small Possessed!Luigi thing where Mario, Bowser, Toad, and Peach go out to rescue him. Mario and Bowser are obviously pretty at odds with each other but Mario has no idea about Bowser and Luigi’s relationship.

I just think it’s funny. Bowser hates it but Luigi thinks it’s cute and funny, which only makes him blush harder.

Luigi being a poker master but Bowser doesn’t know that. “It’s called a hustle sweetheart” okay you can shoot me now✌🏻

#guys why can’t I get over Luigi #I’m projecting way to much on this poor green plumber #Mario #bowser #Luigi #sketch #digital art #Luigi’s mansion #professer e Gadd #bowuigi #bowser X luigi #AU #SMB

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cheesy-cryptid · 6 months

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Even death wont do us part 🥀🥀🥀

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saetoshi · 4 months

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itoshi sae gets surprisingly lazy during off-season. he spends his time sleeping in or roaming around your apartment in his pajamas. (both with an untamable mop of bed hair and sleep-swollen eyes).

it’s the only time he gets to spend with you, he reasons.

you’d like to reason he ruined your sleeping schedule for it.

a soft yawn leaves your lips, your eyes heavy with sleep as you flip a pancake on the skillet. you frown, blinking away some of the drowsiness as you glance at the clock on the stove.

you try to stifle another yawn before placing the pancake on top of the small pile of the ones you’d cooked before.

there’s a small beat of silence before the pan sizzles again as you pour some of the last remains of the batter on it.

you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. another yawn leaves your lips when you hear the faint shuffle of sae’s slippers on the floor as he approaches the kitchen.

a small smile tugs at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest when you feel him rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“you’re up early,” you say, pressing the side of your head against his.

“it’s—” he pauses, squinting up at the stove clock, “—eleven a.m., that’s not early. it’s late.”

“you’ve been waking up past noon these last few days,” you point out, fondly rolling your eyes before flipping the pancake. you relax against him when he wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“you should’ve woken me up,” he sleepily whines, his words muffled by your skin.

you pat the back of his hand, a contemplative hum leaving your lips. “i don’t like interrupting your sleep,” you reply, gently thumbing his knuckles.

“i don’t need sleep—i need to watch last season’s matches,” he mutters, his voice slightly raspy, “‘s what i should’ve been doing all this time.”

“you should’ve woken me up,” he quietly adds. “you’re being a terrible influence by letting me stray from my routine.”

you softly scoff, adding the pancake to the small tower to your left. you pour the last bit of batter onto the pan, your body relaxing against sae’s chest as he clings to you.

“i’m not the one begging you to stay five more minutes in bed,” you quip, a soft chuckle leaving your lips when he squeezes you.

“whatever,” he mumbles, slightly easing his grip on you.

the soft sizzle of the pan fills the space between you. your thumb gently rubs the back of his hand as you flip the pancake.

“‘s cold,” he grumbles, his raspy voice breaking the comfortable silence. “i’m gonna go turn up the heater…” he trails off, pressing his lips against the back of your shoulder.

you wait for a second for him to move—he doesn’t. a few more seconds go by, sae not moving a single inch from his spot.

“sae?” you ask, your voice a whisper.

no response.

you gently nudge him. he sharply inhales, lifting his head up slightly to look at you with bleary eyes. “hm?”

you give him a warm smile, your eyes soft as you meet his gaze. “you should go back to bed,” you offer.

he hesitates before shaking his head, resting his head against your skin once more. “‘m fine right here,” he says, his grip on your waist tightening ever-so-slightly.

“you’re tired,” you retort, a sigh leaving your lips, “you should get more rest.”

“resting is all i’ve been doing,” he mutters, clicking his tongue. he moves his head to look at you, placing his chin on your shoulder as he frowns.

a few beats of silence go by before he sighs. sae presses a kiss to your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the small pile of pancakes you’d made.

“are we having those for dinner, too?” he asks, a yawn slipping past his lips.

you glance at the pancakes when you turn off the stove. “sure,” you reply, turning to look at him. “if that’s what you want.”

he nods, blinking a few more times to will the sleep away. he immediately embraces you when you’ve faced him, his body practically melting against yours.

he kisses your jaw, softly sniffling. you feel the corners of his lips quirk up into the hint of a smile when you rub his back.

“i’ll miss you,” he faintly whispers, his breath tickling the crook of your neck.

“i’m not going anywhere?” you reply, a hint of amusement in your voice. you chuckle when he nudges you with the tip of his nose.

“yeah, but i am,” he mumbles, a frown settling on his lips. “off-season ends in two days,” he adds, faint annoyance lacing his words.

“so?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder.

“‘m not gonna be around as often,” he reluctantly replies, his brows furrowing at the reminder.

you shrug in his hold, closing your eyes. “i know you’re coming back once the season’s done, anyway.”

he clicks his tongue. “so, you’re not going to miss me?”

“i’ll miss having someone who eats my food,”you chuckle, giving him a soft squeeze. “‘m gonna have to start eating all my pancakes by myself.”

a soft huff of laughter leaves his lips, his head lightly nudging yours. “that just means you’re going to have to make up for all that once i’ve got free time again.”

“yeah, whatever,” you mumble, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. so, stop worrying about all this and just have breakfast.”

sae faintly nods against you, a soft sniffle leaving his lips before he yawns again. “you’re joining me in bed after breakfast, right?”

you smile, giving him one more soft squeeze. “yeah.”

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kelpermoosee · 5 months

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I gotta come up with a different outfit for my possession design, he’s a little barebones atm 😭

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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Random quirks/habits some creeps have

I might make a part two of this in the future

Toby squeezes things in his sleep. If he's sleeping with you, he likes to gently wrap himself around you or lay a hand on you and gently squeeze you. If he's sleeping alone, he wraps himself up in his blankets and constantly squeezes them overnight. He doesn't know he does this, it's just something that relaxes him and comforts him while he's sleeping.

Jeff bounces his leg obsessively. It does not matter where he is sitting or what he is doing, he is going to be bouncing his leg. If enough people voice complaints he will stop for that session, but the next time he sits down somewhere else, he will start again. If you want him to discreetly stop you, or someone like Liu or BEN have to sit next to him and put your hand firmly on his leg to get him to realize he's doing it. Also taps his foot if he's standing.

Slender reorganizes things on a very regular basis. When he can't think and he's feeling stressed, he destresses himself by reorganizing all of his stuff. It could be his office, it could be his bedroom, his closet, or the entire downstairs of the mansion, but he will be moving things around until his mind is settled and he can finally breathe and think again. Literally, NOTHING can stop him when he gets like this. Unless Toby breaks his legs falling out of a tree again, that stops him, but nothing else.

I think I might have mentioned this in response to a question once before, but I am bringing it back. EJ needs a type of scratching post. Since my EJ is a feline demon he has sharp claws and instinctually likes to scratch things, and so he essentially has what equates to demonic scratch boards that he can dig his claws into whenever he gets angry and wants to scratch something. Sometimes he growls when he uses them, sometimes he purrs, but regardless, it relaxes and soothes him to use them. Some he keeps around the mansion, some are high up on his bedroom walls, and some are hanging high up around the mansion. He likes standing and stretching high up the most to use them. You are the only person allowed to watch him use them.

LJ juggles when he gets nervous. He doesn't know why or how it started, but when he gets extremely anxious for long periods of time, he juggles to destress himself. Sometimes it's standard juggling props like bowling pins, but sometimes he will just juggle random objects so long as he can have at least three of them. The more objects he's juggling at a time, the more anxious he is. His current record for anxiety juggling is 14 balls.

BEN, when feeling anxious or dissociative or selectively mute, communicates through electronics. He will speak through his phone, or the microwave, or the TV, or a computer, or the old rotary phone Slender has hanging from the downstairs kitchen wall. Any electronic near him, he'll produce a voice through to communicate. The voice sounds mostly like him, but it's much more robotic and detached, much like how he's feeling. If he's feeling too anxious or mute to do that, he'll produce text bubbles above him displaying what he would want to say, just like how I've headcanoned he can make emojis appear around him.

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