#Rotten Core AU

[mothsakura]

gonna do NSH and SRS later because my back hurts <//3 BUT HERE IS MOONIE.... I LOVE MOON.... she's so scrungly <3 .....

[2-b-flower]

au tags but uhhh idk 👉👈

[veryphi]

So like- Jason's eyes apparently turn lazarus pit green when experiencing pit rage.

Sleep deprived Tim Drake seeing it: That's so brat.

[alkalineleak]

@viv-weylin i drew using all ur brushes, been a hit since i did lineart

[descendantsfan03]

Descendants video edit that I made of my version of the Core 4 in my Descendants fanfic Legacy of Youth: Descendants Unleashed. In which Mal is only 4. I made it for Tik Tok so I had to use the sped up version. 💜💙

(All edits and pics are my personal family pictures and videos that I have permission to use.)

[whimsicalcotton]

making gf watch Descendants. cannot guarantee i won't be unwell over malvie/polycule core four within the next few hours

[sparrowmoth]

Carlos and the (...) No Good, Very Bad Day • [AO3]

Teen | 1.6K+ | Carlos-centric | Crack/Humor, Magical Accidents

A/N: You can read this as platonic Core Four or shippy OT4 or even Jaylos and Malvie if you squint. It's functionally a gen fic, but I don't care how you read it in terms of relationship dynamics, so be free!

CW: Some dark humour, swearing, and minor angst at the end of this chapter.

Chapter One: Escape Room (Fail)

Carlos De Vil would have his revenge—starting with Mal’s favourite pair of leather boots. Oh yes, he was coming for those boots. Just as soon as he figured out how to reach the doorknob in his current…

Predicament.

Carlos De Vil, you see, was not usually a puppy.

It is thus only because he weighs, at this moment, less than a pile of potatoes on a kitchen scale that he whines in frustration at the sky-scraping knob. His stupid little legs aren’t as springy as a rabbit’s and his stupid little arms are just another pair of, well… legs.

He knows somehow, someway that Mal is responsible.

He growls at the thought, but it’s embarrassingly squeaky, and that is all the more fuel on his fire for revenge. He won’t just chew on her boots, he’s going to pee on her bed—and eat her Valentine’s cho—

Wait, that might actually kill him.

Damn you, Mal.

He squints up at the doorknob, then turns to look behind him. He’s in his own dorm room—the one he shares with Jay; but Jay isn’t here and who knows when he’ll be back? He needs some sort of plan…

His eyes flick to his desk chair.

Maybe, he thinks, taking a bounding leap forward—just to trip on his own paws and go tumbling like a slinky, head over tail, over and over until he lands a little dizzy in a pile of sweaty laundry.

He whines in a way that translates to “fuck this.”

Then, he shakes off the shirt that’s gotten caught on his head, bares his teeth at the pile, and continues on his mission—only stumbling a little on his too-big little feet. He makes it to the desk chair, where he goes to grab it with his teeth and pull with all his might, but—

Nothing happens.

Except it’s… satisfying.

His puppy brain wants him to lay down, chew, forget all about—

VENGEANCE, Carlos barks—a fervent, high-pitched declaration to the dorm room and himself. So what if he’s trapped in a body with less brains than usual? Make no mistake, he’s still—

“Carlos? Jay…?”

There’s a soft knock at the door before the knob begins to turn.

Carlos perks up his ears and dashes under his bed, crouching down in the shadows to assess the opportunity. He lets out a small groan when he sees who it is: Chad Charming, of course, peeking in around the door like he’s the world’s worst Double 007.

“Anyone home?” asks Chad, stepping into the room.

He’s about to close the door, and Carlos can’t have that—

Rushing out from under the bed, he barks for Chad to stop, but Chad only starts screaming and falls back against the door. It closes with a slam that must be heard down the hall—if Chad’s screaming isn’t louder—and Carlos barks more in frustration, trying to yell—

He cuts off when a dress shoe goes whizzing past his snout.

“STAY BACK!” Chad screeches, contorting to pull off his other shoe with one hand, groping blindly for the door knob with the other. “I MEAN IT!” he insists, voice pitchy and quavering. “I’LL—I’LL—”

Thud.

His other shoe hits the bed frame, right behind Carlos.

Annoyed, Carlos growls—puppy teeth on full display. He advances on Chad, not so easily intimidated. This prince is soft. He can take him, even like this. That’s what he’s thinking as he stalks toward Chad, and it must show in his eyes, because Chad scrambles up.

He looks like a lost deer, gangly and stupid, searching desperately for escape from a pair of headlights. It’s laughable, really—

The way he sprints to the bathroom…

And comes out with the trashcan.

What is he doing?

Carlos yelps and tries to run, but trash is falling all around him. The next he knows is total darkness and this strangely… soothing smell. What is that? Oh, that’s Jay. He’d had a nosebleed, yeah, and—

Wait.

Carlos scrunches up his snout. He starts to claw at the walls of his prison. He can hear Chad talking, voice muffled but mocking, and oh, it’s more than his shoes in trouble when Carlos digs his way out through—the carpet, right. He growls and tries a new technique, putting all his weight against the wall of the can until—

He goes tumbling out in surprise, blinded by the light.

Laying there on his back in the mess of tissue paper and q-tips and empty toilet paper rolls, he sees Chad has backed away, looking sheepish—and Jay is stepping through into the dorm room.

Carlos rolls onto his feet and barks as if to say, HEY!

Jay freezes, noticing Carlos—or, well, from his perspective… the all-too-apparent puppy in a pile of garbage—and then, of course—

“Chad, dude, we talked about this.” He sighs. “Where’s Carlos?”

Carlos barks again, running forward to leap up Jay’s leg, using his thigh as a springboard to send him flying back in Chad’s direction.

Except, well, Jay catches him easily mid-flight, and a desperately wriggling Carlos finds himself unable to escape from the sandwich of Jay’s large, calloused palms, which is humiliating enough that Carlos seriously considers adding Jay’s shoes to his hit list—

He’s distracted from the thought, though, by the realization that Chad has been speaking, babbling something about he “doesn’t know where Carlos is,” but he’d only come in because “that thing” had been barking, and what do you know, he’d found “it” tearing up the trash, and “it better not have rabies, because it tried to bite me, and I’m in line for the throne, so if anything happens to me…”

Jay had nodded politely to the point he shut the door on Chad’s face, having shepherded him out while holding Carlos at arm’s length, trying to keep from getting scratched by flailing paws—

“Alright, alright, alright,” says Jay now, slowly crouching to the ground and letting Carlos down on his feet with a bemused look.

Carlos takes a few indignant steps backward, snarling at Jay.

“Feisty one,” Jay teases, offering a finger that is quickly bitten. He doesn’t flinch, since Carlos doesn’t manage to even break through the barrier of callouses. That only seems to amuse Jay as much as it pisses off Carlos, who tries with all his might to get another bite in.

Jay grabs him by the scruff and lets him struggle as he looks him up and down, which has Carlos whining in abject misery. He curls up his tail, squeezes his hind legs together, and looks sullenly at Jay until he’s set back on the ground, where he tries to bite him—

Again.

This time, Jay stands up, towering above him, and Carlos is left to gnaw angrily at his track shoes. He can hear Jay musing aloud to himself about “the puppy,” wondering if Carlos had managed to sneak him in last night or in the short time Jay was gone for his usual morning run. He doesn’t seem all that concerned.

And of course, why would he?

It wasn’t exactly unusual to find Carlos smuggling animals into the dorm, be it a puppy, duckling, squirrel—even a skunk once, which, yeah, that was the first and the last time for that particular species…

Gently, Jay tugs his laces out from Carlos’ jaws, bends to ruffle him between the ears, then goes to sit on the edge of his bed. He pulls his phone out and dials a number as Carlos watches, having plopped on his haunches with a defeated little huff.

Moments later, Carlos’ cellphone starts to vibrate.

Jay glances toward it, seeming surprised. He hangs up on his end and goes to inspect, lifting Carlos’ pillow to show his cellphone where it usually is—still plugged in from the night before.

“Weird,” Jay remarks, though clearly not worried.

Carlos groans, sinking onto his belly. He’s not giving up. He’s not. He’s just… tired. This body is soft and weak and pathetic and—

He perks his head up, curious.

Jay is calling someone else.

“Hey, princess, are you with Carlos? — Nah, like an hour ago, but he was still in bed. — Uh, well…” Jay shifts uncomfortably under “the puppy’s” unblinking stare. “I think Carlos stole another puppy or something. — A dalmatian, but it’s got all these brown spots…”

Carlos cranes his neck down to study his own legs, noting the brown spots speckled over white fur. He scrunches his snout at the thought of what his mother would think, seeing him like this. Would she… even want him, without “proper” spots? It shouldn’t bother him that he knows she wouldn’t. Ugh, why’s he thinking about this? It’s stupid.

“—soon,” Jay’s saying as his voice filters back in to Carlos’ attention.

He hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket, then looks at Carlos. “Evie’s on the way. You’ll like her, don’t worry.” He tries to smile, but it’s clear the intensity of Carlos’ stare is really starting to get to him, so he quickly looks away with an awkward chuckle.

Carlos watches as he stands from the bed, saying something about needing to “clean up his mess.” If only, Carlos thinks sardonically, laying his head down on his paws again as Jay starts picking up tissues and such things from the bathroom garbage, never once acknowledging the hamper he’s made of his side of the room.

Man, it’s going to be a really, really long day…

But luckily, Mal’s never far behind Evie.

And when she shows up, he’s chewing on her leg.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated. And feel free to subscribe on AO3 if you want to be alerted when the next chapter comes out. Kudos and comments are lovely, as well! ♥

[jenosbigtoe]

i need possessive dad!jeno immediately

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: husband!lee jeno x pregnant!reader

warnings: marriage au, pregnancy sex, jen loves his pregnant wife, you call him daddy and he calls you mama

(can be read standalone or as a continuation of this)

the way jeno is so obsessed with his sweet, perfect little wifey, no wonder you got pregnant so early in your marriage!

he was already so so sweet to you, spoiling you rotten with love, affection, and lavish gifts. always coddling you and making sure you’re well taken care of. you’re his woman after all, that’s what a good husband is for. and now that you’re with child, he does everything in his power to make sure you and your little one live happily and comfortably.

in the early days of your pregnancy, even before your belly starts showing, he makes sure you have everything you could possibly want. you are craving pizza from the joint 30 minutes across town? he already put on his coat and grabbed his keys. you want to stay in bed and cuddle all day? he calls into work sick. he loves to rub your soft belly, even if you aren’t even showing any visible signs of the baby growing in your belly yet.

he goes even crazier for you when your belly started to swell and get heavy, your breasts plumping and your skin glowing. he has his hands on you at all times, never leaving your side. he comes up from behind to rub your growing belly with one hand and massage your tender breasts with the other. and when he cuddles you, snug to his chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist, he relishes at the fact his arms don’t fit around your growing belly like they used to.

and with your sweet baby growing in your belly, your body changes in other ways too. specifically, you grow needier and hornier for your husband now more than ever. jeno has been so sweet and supportive throughout your whole pregnancy, you just love him so much :(

he’s cuddling you on your side, holding you tight against his body, arms wrapped around your 6 months pregnant belly and softly rubbing circles on your bump. you rub your thighs together, feeling a familiar heat spread from your core. you press your ass harder against his bulge and lightly grind yourself on him.

he grins and moves his hands from caressing your belly to grabbing at your hips to anchor you against him. “aw is mama getting needy?”

you turn your head to press a passionate kiss against his lips, which he accepts happily. when you pull away, you pant slightly and a string of saliva connects you to him. “daddy, please,” you whine. you reach down to put your hands down his sweats, grabbing at his hardening cock.

he groans and pulls you into another hot kiss. “fuck, mama you drive me crazy.”

you give his hot cock lazy strokes as he pulls your shorts down and lifts your leg to reveal your glistening cunt. “so wet for me already, huh mama?”

you jut your lower lip out in a slight pout. “always needy for you, daddy.”

he has one hand on your thigh, keeping your leg lifted, and the other resting on your swollen belly. you guide his cock to your dripping hole, rubbing the tip on your entrance before sinking down on the shaft. you both groan at the contact.

he thrusts into you shallowly at first, just barely using the tip to fuck into your cunt. you grow frustrated, wanting—needing more.

“stop treating me like i’m made of glass,” you whine, trying to push your ass back to sink his cock deeper inside you. “fuck me harder, daddy! i can take it!!”

he suddenly slams balls deep inside, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. his tip brushes against your cervix and his veiny shaft rubs against your smooth walls, making you feel so hot and full. he pounds into your achy cunt at an inhuman pace, sending intense waves of pleasure you have never felt before getting pregnant. you’re a moaning, panting, crying mess, your pussy equally as messy from creaming and dripping arousal around his hot shaft.

“please, daddy!! need more!” you cry.

and who is jeno to deny his precious wife of what she needs when she’s carrying their growing baby?

[loveshotzz]

I have to know what would we do to spoil our old man on his birthday 🥺🥺🥺🥺

we’d spoil him rotten 🥺

here’s semi spicy 18+ blurb about giving our favorite old man a massage on his birthday ♥️

(this blurb is for my au All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand-alone. Steve is 43 and fem!reader is 31 requested so long ago by @joekeerysmoles 💕) wc:600

The rose oil that covers your hands makes your fingertips glide over his broad freckled shoulders with ease. Eucalyptus hangs thick and heavy in the warm air, crackling from the wooden wicks inside the candles that provide the only light in his room. They help the nerves that still flutter even after a year of saying ‘I love you’.

Steve lays flat on his chest underneath you only in his boxer briefs, the gold Gucci emblem around the waist band shimmers in the low light. Your knees sit on either side of his hips, dipping down the plush bedding of his new king size mattress. A 43rd birthday gift to himself, while you sit in nothing but the thin red lace of the one you got for him.

Leaning forward with a smirk, your lips ghost across two of your favorite moles that dot the back of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing the shell of his ear.

“Happy birthday old man.”

Applying just enough pressure up the dip of his spine, you earn a low moan from him that vibrates deep in your core. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to rock your hips and chase it.

“Honey,” his voice comes out muffled from around the tops of his hands,“I wish there were words to describe how good this feels.”

Giggling with a chest full of pride, you catch a flash of his white teeth, stubble covered cheeks pushing up at his favorite sound. One of his big hands slips out, shoulders flexing with his movement as he reaches back to squeeze at the soft dough of your thigh before disappearing back to where it came from.

A content sigh escapes from between his pink lips as your focus shifts to his neck, your fingers digging at the tense muscles under his gold chain. The metal glistens with oil every time it catches the glow of the flickering candle, while your thumb and forefinger knead behind his ears.

“Shit, baby.”

Huffing with furrowed brows, he readjusts so he can turn his head to the other side. The movement slides you forward, creating just enough friction to bite down on your bottom lip. The dull ache between your legs becomes even harder to ignore, and you wonder if he can feel just how wet you are.

“Yeah, is that the spot?” You coo all sticky sweet, working it with even more focus. He sucks in a sharp breath, his teasing kisses all night spurring you on.

”God, fuck - yeah, yeah, right there.” He groans loud enough to drown out the sounds of The O’Jays vinyl playing downstairs, your thumb finally loosening up a hard knot.

His whole body melts under your touch, the hard lines of his face relaxing while the blunt ends of your nails scratch at the silver hairs hiding in the nape of his neck. Letting go of his long work week with deep breath, the movements have your hips rolling on their own, his oiled sun kissed skin making it too easy to do again.

He hums knowingly, relishing in the soft tug of his hair loving the way you squeal when he flips himself over. Big hands grab at your hips to keep you in place, the effects of your massage had on him becoming obvious nestled between your thighs.

There’s still no preparing for the sight beneath you, and despite seeing it almost every day, you still can’t believe he’s yours.

His soft hair is a tousled mess of auburn and silver on top of his head, begging you to drag your hands through it. The five o’clock shadow that peppers his strong jaw is at your favorite length, and sometimes you think he grows it out a little longer just for you. His gold chain that hangs off his neck fits like a choker, no longer lost in the thick patch of chest hair that you swear has a few more gray curls inside of it after today. Letting your hands wander his chest, your gentle touch makes the subtle muscles of his abs twitch. Perfect teeth biting down on his full bottom lip, watching you in awe.

“You know I hate my birthdays? Always have.” Steve hums, warm palms gliding up your thighs, squeezing at the soft dough before digging his long fingers into your hips, “Now I wish it was every day with you lookin’ like this, pretty girl.”

”Who says it can’t be?” You grin, running your slick hands back up his pecs, nails scratching in the coarse hair there.

Leaning forward, you fix his chain bumping the end of your nose with his, rolling your hips slowly, you feel him twitch inside the soft cotton of his briefs.

”It certainly feels like it,” he whispers with a smile against your lips.

[randomationality]

and sgtfp soundwave!!

rambling about SOME goofy ass headcanons now yayy

In my SG:TFP AU, Sir Soundwave doesn't change his alt mode when he arrives on Earth. So he pretty much still has his same taller-than-Megatron height (He's basically taller than the whole gang except Predaking 😭). But after some exploring and researching about Earth, he's become fond of the 1964 Chevrolet Corvair Van and 1967 Volkswagen 21-Window Samba Bus after seeing them on the beach being used by surfers and some others by garage bands, both with cool art on them. But he's worried he won't have a subspace for Laserbeak.

Like Starscream and Shockwave, he loves Earth's nature. Every animal he's come across, he always grows more and more fond of them. His favourite one, is an elephant! He likes to talk with Starscream about animals, and listening to him talk about insects. He's also grown protective of Earth's creatures, so if you hurt one of them, he will find you. And the last thing you will ever see is an empty, faceless mask of nothingness, staring right into the core of your dreadful, unforgivable and inferior retched soul before it slips right away from your physical vessel of rotten flesh.

Sir Soundwave (obviously) has that surfer bot accent, more specifically Words With Friends Tiles' one. He uses 'dude' as a comma and full stop in his speech. He also uses them at the end of every name he says e.g. Screamer-Dude, KO-Dude (lolz).

He has a very, VERY inconsistent music taste. So if you ask him to play something, it's gonna be the most random song ever it'll catch you off guard. The reason why a very inconsistent music taste is because after exploring Earth's VARIOUS genres and songs, he's made a strong liking to all of them, except for one. The one genre you'll NEVER catch him listening to is country.

Thanks for reading my bad headcanons

[tk-duveraun]

Another qijiu au for qijiu week

Upon cultivating a golden core, people are able to manifest a familiar from their spiritual energy with the essence of their soul attached.

They do not choose the form the familiar takes and (beauty as righteousness remember) those with less elegant or less mighty familiars simply choose to leave them unmanifested

Better to be seen as suspicious for not summoning than "confirm" your "rotten core" by having a distasteful animal

YQY *can't* manifest a familiar due to the damage to his soul, but everyone thinks his familiar is a great phoenix. Truly only the new-sect leader who as a disciple suppressed a heavenly demon could have such a magnificent spiritual creature as a rejection of his soul.

The phoenix is actually a part of SJ. The part that refuses to let go of Qi-ge, even after everything. The phoenix dotes on YQY and even grooms him, so of course people assume it's his own

SJ doesn't manifest it often because he hates how the creature has forgiven the unforgivable, but at the same time he allows it and corrects no one bc he needs some piece of himself, no matter how small, to be loved and accepted by the qi-ge who tried to erase him from his life

Even though YQY clearly only allows it bc the perception of having such a creature as a reflection of himself boosts his credibility

But of course this means the sect believes SJ's familiar to be a dung beetle or some mangy mutt, to reflect how vile he is.

[mothsakura]

hrrrrrnnng just woke up rn i wanna hold the little scrawny bug by his antenna so evilly... he's so silly........

[bunnys-kisses]

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿mafia au - esteban ocon ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

he met you on a cold night in decemeber. the poor thing at the crosswalk, shivering like a leaf. that coat you wore was not enough to keep you warm. someone must've lied to you about how cold it got in paris during this time of year. one degree celsius was still cold if you didn't wear the right coat.. maybe a hat would help too. so he took off his before the light changed and handed it to you. you looked at him curiously before he gestured for you to take it. you smiled, thanks him and put it on your head. the hat felt expensive, but before you could try and give it back, he was walking briskly across the street with his hands in his jacket. esteban didn't understand why he did that, but in that moment seeing something so sweet turned off all rationally in his brain. he'd have to be careful, he couldn't let too many people get into his head. he assumed he'd never see you again after he bought another hat for the weather, but that was until he found you walking the streets late into the evening. you noticed him and waved like you were friends before you raced over to him.

while he wouldn't accept the hat back, but he'd accept your phone number.

esteban remembered the first time he got to sink his cock into you. it was the night after he told you about his lifestyle. you looked scared at first, but told him in a brave voice that you cared for him. and if he was in the mafia then you'd simply have to be part of his world. that was when he knew he had to have you. to feel your soft curves under his palms, to be close to the woman that accepted him. that even his rotten core could be loved, his massive secret. he took his time with you, to be given such a gift should be taken apart with time and care. tenderness was not something he was afforded. his fingers dragged across your slick cunt, his nose in your hair. his digits sank into your pussy as he marveled at the feeling of it. you were unlike any other woman he had ever been with. how was someone like you not already married? how did you not have a husband or boyfriend? as he fingered you, he recalled your first date where you begged him not to take you to that expensive restaurant but instead the smaller chinese place two blocks over. you looked like you were about to cry, you couldn't have him pay that much for a meal.

he remembered after your dinner at the chinese restaurant, you went home with leftovers for lunch the next day. as if esteban was more than happy to pay your grocery bill for the month. but you seemed happy as could be with the containers in hand. he did drive you home when he found out you took the metro to your date. it was late, people could hurt you. the last thing esteban wanted was for you to get hurt. but now after your deceleration of wanting to stay with him despite his line of work and connections, he thought you were a much stronger woman. he managed to get two orgasms out of you before he thought you were ready to bury his cock in you. he took his time and asked if you were okay. when he got as deep as he could go, he felt excitement in his chest.

he held you delicately as he made love to you. he held you soft hips, feeling the tenderness under his palms. he admired the movement of your breasts and your soft expressions. you loved this, you loved being close to him. and it riled him up. to know that you two were a perfect fit for one another. he moved against you, he drank in the sight of you. your noises were met with his praise as the two of you moved against one another. so beautiful, so perfect for him. your pulse raced for him as he pulled you in for a soft kiss. he wasn't a rough lover despite his choice in careers. he could break a neck if he tried, but with you. he could never hurt you. even if you were such a strong woman, he couldn't harm you. you were his piece of heaven that he'd worship until the earth broke in half.

he moved against you, loving you more than he could anything else. you were what plagued his thoughts as he watched your climax once more. you clung to him tightly, lips pressed together once more. you softly admitted that no one had ever made you cum before, and esteban felt something swell in his chest as he continued to thrust. his beautiful eyes lingered across your body. the most perfect woman he had ever laid eyes on. you were a dream. the pleasure caught up to him. he could feel it fill his brain. he then pulled out to finish all over your stomach, which made you made a delicious noise that esteban promised would be seared into the back of his brain when he was without you. he admired you, marked by him across your stomach. he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek before he went to grab tissues to clean you with. he felt good in a way he hadn't felt in ages.

as he laid next to you, your head on his chest with the sheets pulled up over both of you. he kissed at the top of your head. he wondered what his next move would be. to find someone so willing of his way of life was not easy. he wondered if he should buy you something expensive. maybe that tablet pen you were looking at online or that limited edition sanrio plush that you've been tempted to splurge on but keep talking yourself out of it. you deserved affection in all its forms, and esteban was more than happy to slide his credit card across the table to get finer things.

regardless, some would consider you a mad woman for being so willing to love a member of the family that esteban was part of. to be associated so closely with danger, but as you looked up into his eyes you smiled. and esteban decided in that moment that an engagement ring needed to be ordered. <3

[phoenix-bleh]

Got idea for an intresting self aware au fic thing! A concept I did with friends but want to see your take on it! Not quite a single self aware cookie run character x reader but...here it is. My idea!

Self aware cookie run x very anxiety-ridden reader! Like having a habit of overthinking and yeah lol!

Imagine...y/n knows the Kingdom story and loves the game and the characters buuuuut when they are taken into world...they are TERRIFIED because of dark enchantress, the war and fighting and conflict going on and is terrified of being dragged into it so probably freak out at first about being out into the game like "ok i didn't know I was gonna get possibly killed by cookies of darkness today!"

Buuuuuut over time they learn from experience that things aren't as they seem. seems like all the conflicts have calmed down ever since y/n appeared and no there are no more of the usual story conflicts...instead, it's just the silly conflict of who can spoil y/n better and everyone focuses on making y/n happy and comfy and relaxed rather than trying to tear eachother a new one.

Example (just to demonstrate well..what problems y/n worries about vs. What they actually face. Just to give you a sample.)

Worry: y/n thinks they have to worry about dark enchantress taking them hostage and being treated badly as a hostage....

Reality: y/n if...really big if since they know kidnapping causes anxiety, dark enchnteress decides to take em as a hostage...y/n just had to worry about what snacks they are gonna choose to much on while watching their favorite movie while waiting for the good cookies to rescue em.

Worry: pure vanilla and shadow milk fight and being caught in crossfire.

Reality: pure vanilla and shadow milk have competition on who can make y/n their favorite breakfast dish the best! Winner gets to cook y/n breakfast!

Tldr: anxiety y/n gets dragged into cookie run world and gets scared because they think they will be doomed via plot because of the fighting always going on in it. Lucky for them...cookies won't let plot lay a finger on y/n and just want to spoil y/n rotten!

Self aware CRK x Anxiety! reader

Good luck trying to survive when you got a bunch of cookies wanting your attention 👍

warnings: you get spoiled to death

You don’t know why or how you ended up here in the game Cookie Run Kingdom but here you are. You were surrounded by the many cookies excited to meet you and you were just standing there confused out of your mind. Looking at all the cookies in front of you you realized you were actually here, in real life, and this wasn’t a dream. You let that sink in and on the inside you were screaming.

You knew about the game and you KNEW the story that came with the game. You loved the game, it was amazing, but the conflict that you might get dragged into scared you to the core. Not to mention you were in the middle of the Dark Flour war. What if that was still happening right now?? You were not in the mood for dying today.

The fear in your face was not unnoticed by one of the Ancients, Pure Vanilla Cookie walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You flinched at his touch and turned to look at him. “y/n are you alright? Is this all too much for you?” His face held genuine worry for you. You put your head down a little “Is…is the war still going on?” you asked him quietly. He still heard you and rubbed your shoulder for comfort “Unfortunately yes, but no need to worry dear if any harm were to come to you we promise to keep you safe at all cost.” 

You wanted to thank him for the reassuring words but if you were being honest they really didn’t work that much. However after some time being here most of the major conflicts started dying down just because of you existing. Even Dark Enchantress Cookie stopped focusing on trying to take over all of Earthbread and started focusing on trying to steal you and spoil you. Which is weird since it seems like something she wouldn’t do but here you are. 

She just kidnapped you and obviously you were terrified of what she could possibly do to you. She could do anything she wanted to you since you were way weaker than her and just thinking about it made you shake in terror. You were then placed in a big room with a bed and one of your favorite movies/shows and Dark Enchantress standing next to you asking you if you needed anything. You looked like a deer in headlights and just said you wanted a glass of milk. She then told her followers to go fetch you a glass of milk. Now you were just sitting here with a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding plus the dark cookies huddled up next to you with a bunch of snacks all over the floor. You were waiting to see if anyone would come and save you just in case she change her act and decided she wanted to torture, but that was just your thoughts

It wasn’t just her either, almost every cookie fought over to see who could spoil and treat you the best.

During the expedition of Beast-Yeast you were freaking out about the conflict that Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk might have and how much destruction it might cause. Also if Shadow Milk Cookie won you knew for a fact you were all dead. Noooooo it was nothing like that at all. They fought over your attention and for some reason had a cooking contest, out of all things, to see who could serve you the best. You can say you were pretty confused and now you have two cookies in front of you shoving each other so you could eat their food first.

When you met Wildberry Cookie and Crunchy Chip Cookie at the same time you were sure they were gonna argue with each other about something and you did not want to be caught up in their fighting. Too bad you were and they were fighting over who could protect you from danger better. If you were being honest you were just thankful they cared about you but you were definitely not expecting this much attention.

You thought you were gonna be caught in the terrible scary plot in this game and get yourself killed. Lucky you though none of the plot ever touched you because everyone was too busy trying to please you and keep you happy. Which apparently is way more important than anything else, but hey at least you know you're not dying anytime soon besides being spoiled to death.

[alkalineleak]

GIRLS

[inkedtae]

xi. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

chapter eleven : take the day off ⤑ ❝ “That didn’t seem to get her anywhere.” // “And where are you hoping this gets you?” // On my knees. ❞

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 16.5k

⌁ warnings; dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, dry humping, a bit of orgasm control, oral (m. receiving), slight degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, attempts at deep throating, hair pulling, begging, teasing, some cum play

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The sky swirls pink behind sheer clouds. The setting sun peeks through, casting a rose gold gleam into your apartment. Desperate to spread its last little rays of light for the day, it halos around the clouds. If you stare long enough, you can convince yourself that you’re catching a glimpse of heaven.

If Taehyung were here, he’d smile at your words. He’d let his eyes roam over your body before settling back on yours and say something that should sound ridiculously cheesy but still somehow make your heart race. He’d play with your hair, gently tracing the edge of your face with the pad of his fingers. You’d try to look away, but he’d cup your chin and force you to hold his gaze as he tells you something he shouldn’t, something that would excite your core.

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