Mr. Crawling | HMSP
"Soft girl. Soft." In which he found you soft and cozy. A little bit chubby girl who escaped the endless corridors with a ghost companion who protected her from other evil entities. Now safely home, you've regained your natural softness that he finds so comforting.You have no idea how long you wandered around those damned places. Eternal corridors, eternal doors that led to empty, black rooms that had no ceiling, or floor, or walls. Or they were just... Nothing. Empty. There were no rooms. You don't know how you got there, you still don't understand. But the most important thing is that you've already gotten out... And of course, along with you, you took Mr. Crawling, the ghost that followed you and protected you from other evil ones.
During your time in that place, you lost a lot of weight, because you ate very little, if you ate at all. At your usual weight, you were a little plump. Just a little. And while you were wandering those corridors, you lost weight...
Of course, when you returned home, you started eating normally, and regained your former weight. Thank heavens, you are not so skinny anymore.
And, of course, Mr. Crawling noticed these changes, and did not leave them just like that.
While you were lying around reading some book, Mr. Crawling crawled up to you on the bed, and began to lightly pinch your stomach.
"Soft girl. Soft." He muttered, in his broken human language. Surprisingly, he mastered English quite quickly, but still weakly pronounces some words. He leaned closer to you, and laid his head on your stomach, hugging your sides with his arms.
"Soft. Warm. Soft..."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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