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the--rebel--fae · 3 months

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ME ME FIRST IM FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X FEM READER WHO LIKE A HOUSEWIFE IN THE HOTEL AND TAKES CARE OF NIFTTY AND CHARLE AS IF THEY WERE HER AND ALASTOR CHILDREN

A/N: You my friend, caught my attention first because of such an adorable response. So ask and ye shall receive! Here's hoping I do Alastor justice.

(This is an adorable request btw)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

Tw: None! Just pure fluff!

Word count: 745

The Hazbin Bunch

Ever since you came to the Habin Hotel, it felt like everyone was a little family. You were an older demon, having died back in the forties. So you have been in hell for quite some time.

When you first saw the TV commercial you wanted to see what it was all about. Especially since you heard that your old friend Alastor was involved. You haven’t seen him in years. Seven to be exact. And to know that he was back sent butterflies in your stomach. You never told him, but you always harbored feelings for the eccentric radio host. You never had the guts to tell him though since you feared messing up your friendship.

Little did you know, he had feelings for you as well. Alastor was already intrigued with you when you first met. Just the way you carried yourself and treated others. It was also a plus that you hated that infernal TV just as he did. Plus, you were a great conversationalist and probably the only one who could keep up with him when you had the time to dance.

Soon enough, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and even Sir Pentious became family to you. Almost as if they were your children.

“Nifty my dear, if you truly want to kill those little bugs I suggest you swing your knife in a diagonal direction instead of a perpendicular. That way, they have less of a chance to escape.” You told the little red-headed cyclops girl as she chased around a few stray roaches.

Nifty paused briefly and looked up at you from your seat at the bar. “Ooh! That’s a great idea! Less chance for them to escape hehe.” She giggled creepily and then started back on her roach hunt.

You shook your head and smiled fondly at the girl. Then turning back to Husk you regarded him with a warm smile. “Well, since I’m here I mine as well indulge in a small drink. What do you have in mind for me today Husk? I do so love the different drinks you concoct. If you worked at a bar back in my days on Earth, you’d be regarded as an artist.”

Husk chuckled as he started up your drink. “Weren’t you alive durin’ prohibition times though?”

You just waved your hand nonchalantly. “Ah, semantics. Besides, you know what they say. Nothing fun ever comes from following the rules.”

“How right you are Cher! Why if people followed the rules, things would be so terribly boring.” Alastor said as he popped out from seemingly nowhere.

Husk handed you your drink and you smiled as you took a sip. “Oh, hello Al. How was the radio show today?”

Alastor’s eyes lit up and his smile shone brightly. Most people would find it off-putting but you personally loved it. “It went splendidly, my dear! Thank you for asking.”

You were about to say something more, but then Charlie came down the main stairs drawing your attention. “Charlie, my dear! How are you, sweetie? Do you feel any better since the latest meeting with that infernal angel? Ad-what’s his name? The first man, I guess?”

Charlie met your gaze and smiled. “I’m doing a little bit better (y/n), thanks. But you don’t have to worry so much. That meeting was a month ago!’

You just chuckle. “That may be so, but I can tell how stressed you’ve been hun.”

Angel Dust clicks his tongue as he takes a seat beside you. “You know toots, sometimes it seems like you're the mom of this place with how ya act.” He then glanced at Alastor who unbeknownst to you was gazing fondly at you. “An if you're the mother of this joint, that’d make ol smiles here the dad.”

“Haha! You know, that doesn’t sound too bad Ma Cherie. I’d consider myself lucky to be assumed to be your husband.” Alastor said as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Instead of commenting, you could only blush furiously. Feeling the heat crawl all the way up to your ears, you tried your best to compose yourself and hide your growing smile behind your glass. Almost hoping that Alastor didn’t catch how much his comment made your long-dead heart soar. But he was no fool, he could see that beautiful smile of yours even as you tried to hide it behind the crystalline glass.

Perhaps you truly were like a little family after all.

Hope you enjoyed the story my friend! I gotta say, this was an adorable request. I had a lot of fun with it!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several page long one shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #requests #reqs open #alastor #hazbin hotel season 1 #the rebel fae #one shots

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heavenlyvision · 3 months

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Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, cockwarming, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n

Wc: >1k

I’m about to sleep but my sleepy brain thought about Bi-Han so here you go <33

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

You’ve been sitting on Bi-Han’s lap for what feels like forever, in reality it’s probably been something like half an hour but that’s still an obscene amount of time to be sat on his lap with his cock filling you completely to the brim without any relief.

You squirm and wriggle against him and every time you do he growls at you and slaps your thigh, admonishing you for not being able to follow simple rules. You had been needy and came to him, asking for him. He had told you he was busy and had things to attend to but he would allow you to sit on his cock if you behaved.

His actual words being, “Sit on my cock nicely and without moving and I’ll give you what you want.”

Now, you’re so wet, your slick leaks down the sides of his cock, pooling in his lap. He shows no outward signs of being affected but his cock twitches every now and again. Your cunt grips him tight, warm and gooey and it’s taking all of his will power to finish up what he’s doing. He really would prefer to fuck you stupid.

Which is why he’s annoyed when you grind down into him, “Hold fuckin still, it’s one rule.”

“Mm sorry,” you manage.

He only grumbles at you, not caring for apologies, only wanting you to behave and do as you’re told.

He’s especially annoyed because if you don’t listen to him then he’s going to have to punish you, which means not only do you not get fucked but it also means he doesn’t get to fuck you and he really wants to fuck you.

Your cunt pulses around him, thighs twitching with the effort of holding yourself up. Gods, you need him so bad, maybe if you focused, you could cum on his cock like this, without even doing anything. Only cumming to your thoughts and the feel of his cock stuffing you full.

Though he’s trying to focus, you can tell he’s distracted, he’s been reading the same thing for 10 minutes and you think maybe you could get away with lifting yourself up and fucking back down onto him. You know what will happen if you don’t listen though, it’s a high risk, high reward scenario.

You’re so fucked and wet and desperate that you throw caution to the wind. The drag of his cock as you pull upwards is heavenly and you feel bliss for a few moments. As soon as you begin lifting yourself up, Bi-Han grabs your hips, growling at you as he slams you back down onto him.

He doesn’t say anything, he just uses his grip on your hips to fuck you up and down his dick like a sex toy, the feeling taking you higher. His fat cock hitting every inch of you so perfectly, you could cry, already so close to the edge after being stuffed with him for half an hour. He continues fucking you down onto his length for a few moments before he slams you down, completely flush to him all at once. All movement ceased.

You go to whine at him but he cuts you off.

“Are you incapable of listening? Now I can’t even fuck you how I was planning to.” His cock jerks inside you, “That’s the most you’ll be getting tonight, now just sit there and look pretty.”

You fucked up and now your punishment is to sit on his big dick while he does nothing to you, he’s just going to let your cunt drool on him and give you no relief. Maybe if you had behaved, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

⋆⁺₊❅.

#mk1 smut #bi han x reader #bi han x reader smut #bi han smut #bi han x you #subzero x reader smut #subzero x reader #subzero x you #subzero smut #visions blurb

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tommysversion · 1 year

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I know it is common belief for some that din is an absolute pussy wrecker, and while this is fantastic, i cannot even begin to express my love for a reluctant, eager, inexperienced din. A din that hasnt seen tits since he was 25, let alone TOUCHED THEM.

[ Anon, this idea sent me absolutely feral, because I, too, love over eager, extremely inexperienced Din Djarin, because, and I cannot stress this enough, fuck yes. ]

NSFW below the cut, MDNI pls

He doesn’t mean to be so inexperienced; it’s not that he hasn’t had the opportunity, either. Even though he doesn’t show his face, there’s never been a shortage of people that he could have slept with.

It’s not that he isn’t interested- he is, after all, a man - it just seems to complicate things whenever he gets involved with anyone. Feels too much like breaking one or more of the rules of the Creed.

His religion teaches him to be selfless, to be honourable and not to get attached. Casual flings seem, to him, to go against those rules.

And besides. Relationships and sexual dalliances don’t put food on the table, don’t bring in money that he can send back to the Covert to ensure the foundlings are fed.

You were an unplanned variable. It took him months to admit to himself that he wanted you, let alone to verbalise that to you.

Luckily you’re patient. You didn’t quite understand the complex and seemingly strict Creed he lives by, but you were willing to wait.

The first time he touches you he’s nervous; he’s in his early forties now, and he hasn’t touched a woman since his late twenties. He doesn’t regret that choice, but he almost wishes he had a little more experience to go by.

It turns out experience isn’t everything; once he’s touching you, he goes on instinct, but he’s so needy and eager that he’s almost embarrassed by it.

“It’s okay to want me,” you have to remind him, “take your time.”

Only once he starts he can’t stop touching you, leaving heated, sloppy kisses all over your body, cautious when he slides two fingers inside you. He doesn’t know much, but he knows he’s big, doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Is this okay?” Is probably the most common sentence out of his mouth for the first half of things, and while some people might find it off putting, you find it endearing.

This is a man with a reputation, but he’s so soft and nervous with you that it makes your heart ache.

When he’s finally inside you it’s like a dam breaks, whatever he was holding back for almost twenty years falls apart and he’s a mess, running his mouth like a goddamn virgin all over again but he doesn’t care because you feel so good and tight around him and it’s the best fucking feeling in the goddamn world.

He’d have his face buried in your shoulder, in your hair, making sounds that aren’t quite moans and aren’t quite whimpers, and there’s nothing sexier than a man with his sort of power and physique being brought to his knees.

He wants to say all sort of filthy things but they just come out as whimpers instead, his lips warm against your ear as he ruts desperately into you; mostly it’s just variants of “oh, god,” and “fuck, feel so good,” and “such a tight little pussy, gonna make me cum…” before he just trails off and starts moaning into your ear instead.

He doesn’t last long, to be honest, and he’s embarrassed about how quickly he cums, whether he pulls out of you or not (likely not, because he doesn’t have time to react, he’s so lost in your body that he’s filling you before he even realises it).

You don’t mind, you’re halfway through reassuring him and stroking his hair when he realises he’s half - hard again, having a lot of pent up energy that he needs to get out.

Turns out inexperience doesn’t mean anything when he’s got the stamina he does. Which means there’s plenty of time to teach him.

#my writing #answered #din djarin #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal characters #sub!din #pedro pascal character fic

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sage-green-matcha · 10 months

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WE’RE NOT REALLY STRANGERS - ETHAN LANDRY 🃏

“Tell the other person to close their eyes and to keep them closed” Playing the “we’re not really stranger” card game with Ethan Landry!

Content includes: fluff! Card game, Softie! Ethan Landry, shy duo!

You lay on the couch of Ethan’s apartment, sighing as you continued to add details to the Google slide. “You know y/n, it doesn’t have to be pretty, just copy and paste the information” you frowned. “I like it pretty, looks like we put more effort into it” You switched the background color to a deep blue, a smile on your face as it matched the other slides.

“I’m getting so bored of this” you mumbled, changing fonts and adding colors, copying and pasting pictures onto it. “How about we take a break? We’ve been working on this for the past hour” You looked down at him, a thankful expression on your face. “I was hoping you’d say that” You shut the laptop, Ethan sitting on the couch next to you.

“We better get a perfect A, we’re putting way too much unnecessary effort into this” The 20-slide Econ assignment was almost done, with only a couple of things left to add. “What do you wanna do?” He asked, chin resting on the side of the couch. You shrugged, looking around his apartment.

“Do you like card games?” You nodded, watching him as he went over to the game closet, pulling out a red box. “What’s that?” He placed the box on the coffee table, the box reading “We’re not really strangers” at the top. “Basically, it’s just a bunch of questions that we get to ask each other to get to know each other better, fits since like…we’ve only really hung out for projects like this” You nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, okay” you smiled, Ethan explaining the rules as he shuffled the cards.

“Okay, uhm I’ll ask first?” “Yea,” he pulled a card, reading it out loud to you. “What was your first impression of me?” You hummed, thinking back to the first time you’d met him. “I think…I thought you were cute, a bit awkward I guess. You seemed really smart so I’m glad I got partnered up with you” Ethan blushed at the compliment, thanking you before you pulled the next card.

“Who do you think is my favorite artist!?” Ethan knew you loved music, and he already knew the answer. “Taylor Swift…?” “Yea! I like how you know that” you bit back your lip, cuddling up to the shared blanket.

“Okay…do you think I like hot Cheetos?” Your eyes turned into lines, pointing at the empty bag of chips. “No Ethan, I think you love Cheetos” He rolled his eyes. “It’s a very solid chip, they’re good” he laughed, smiling at you. “Do you think…that I’ve ever been in love?” You watched as Ethan examined your face, eyes squinted. “I think…that no you haven’t, but other people have probably been in love with you” You turned your head, Ethan biting back his lip.

“What makes you say that?” He shrugged. “You Just have a very loving personality, it’s the first thing anyone picks up on” You blushed and he pulled out a different pile of cards. “Round two is…connection…what’s the biggest mistake you’ve made?” “That’s deep…” he nodded as you thought. “I think it’s probably…hm. Oh, I know. Not sticking up for myself in things that have impacted me, like a lot”

“Like what?” “Like…I was bullied a lot as a kid, I think that kinda messed with how I turned out” he frowned. He could never imagine people bullying you. You were so sweet and caring. “Okay…hmm what non-domestic animal describes you? And why?” You already had an answer in mind, Ethan thinking with his hand on his chin. “A cat?” You shook your head. “That is so wrong” “Really?” You nodded, “You give hamster energy” he looked at you confused. “Well…I guess that kinda does make sense” he was really random and quiet, but he was also smart.

“What’s the worst pain you’ve been in that wasn’t physical?” You felt comfortable with Ethan, so you decided to open up with your mental health issues, if he thought you were crazy then that would probably be the worst pain. “I think…when I was in this really dark place, it was a couple of summers ago but uhm. My mom was sick and I was just depressed…like suicidal” You played with the rings on your fingers, sinking yourself into the couch. “I’m sorry…are you okay now?” His heart hurt for you, looking at you with doughy eyes. “Yea! Definitely, being around people that I care about helps a lot” You smiled at him, trying to give him the indication that it was him you were talking about. “I’m glad”

“What would your younger self not believe about your life today?” You put down the card, snuggling closer to the blanket as the gears in Ethan's head turned, thinking for a minute. “Maybe the fact that I actually have friends?” He laughed and you smiled. “Really?” He nodded. “I never really had friends, I was always really quiet as a kid and- and like shy” he scratched the back of his neck.

“What’s your least favorite personality trait in a person?” “I really dislike pretentious people, like get over it. You’re not better than anyone” You shrugged and he nodded his head, agreeing. “Think of someone that you admire. What made you think of them specifically?” You were the first person that popped into mind, his face flushed as he began to speak.

“The person, they’re just so sweet and, like” he sighed, not able to put his feelings of admiration towards you into words. “They do their best at everything. They go above and beyond even when they don’t have to. It’s like they’re the perfect person and they have such a beautiful personality” he could rant to you about yourself forever.

You just smiled, nodding your head as he described this mystery person. He must have a crush on them, the way that he was going about it definitely showed signs, a small frown on your face. It was the last question of the connection round, going into reflection.

“If we were in a band…what would be our name?” He smiled. “Like, the Econ girls or something” “But I’m not even a girl!” You broke into a small fit of laughter. “I like Econ girls, that’s our band name” he nodded, excepting his fate as an Econ girl.

“What part of yourself do you see in me?” “Honestly, nothing…you’re too perfect” you scoffed. “I’m for real…I don’t think I could compare myself to you” he fiddled with his hands, avoiding eye contact. “Really? Okay, draw” he picked up the card, placing it on the table.

“When this game is over, what will be something you remember about me?” You pretended to think long and hard, already knowing the answer. “Everything, I liked getting to know you better” Ethan felt his heart pump out of his chest, trying to hold back a smile as you pulled the next card.

“What do I need to hear right now?” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, glancing at you and then at the pile of cards on the table. “That the person I thought of first was you” You could’ve screamed, and so could Ethan. His face was flushed as he waited for your response, your eyes just wide as you tried to calm yourself down.

He watched as you held back a smile, your attempt failing before you hid your face in your hands. “Another one?” You nodded, Ethan with a smile on his lips. “In one word, describe how you feel right now” The universe was working with him, all the cards playing out perfectly. “Happy..?” You questioned, nodding to yourself. “Yea, happy”

You pulled out one of the wild cards, pulling out the paper and pencils from inside the box. “Write a message to each other and give it to each other, open it once you have left” You tapped your pencil against the table. Tucking your hair behind your ear as you started to write.

Ethan watched you, attempting to sneak a peek but it didn’t work, trying to come up with what to say to you. The tension could be cut with a knife, smiles hidden as you wrote. “You done?” He questioned and you nodded, folding up the piece of paper.

“Look Into each other's eyes for 30 seconds. What did you notice?” You scooted closer toward him, your body nervous as you looked into his eyes. You always knew Ethan was pretty, but seeing him so close made you realize he was way more than just pretty. His eyes were a pretty brown color, creasing at the sides when he smiled.

His lips looked so soft, so pillowy. The perfect shade of pink. You started to even get a bit insecure about your own. Ethan on the other hand took the opportunity to examine you even more. He knew everything about your face, every detail, every mark. He felt his heart beat faster as you looked at his lips, looking back into his eyes with your lips agape.

The two of you got closer, Ethan’s light breaths on your face as he took your jaw into his hands, pulling you closer to him. Your body melted into him, your lips pressing against his without a warning. Heat filled your body, butterflies going crazy in your stomach. He tasted so good, so sweet. And the feeling of his lips on yours was addicting. His hand pushed to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him if that was even possible.

He pulled away, taking in the sight of your puffy lips, your face flushed in a pink blush. “One more? For good luck?” You nodded and he read the card to himself, instructing you to close your eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed as you waited. 5 seconds, then 10, then 15.

You felt him kiss you again, confused but not mad about it. His hand was on your waist, pulling you on top of him. The feeling of his kiss was like hundreds of fireworks going off inside of you, euphoria filling your whole body. Just the feeling of his hands running across your skin made you shiver, pressing your hand against his chest.

You pulled away and he handed you the card, reading it out loud. “Tell the other person to close their eyes and to keep them closed…wait 15 seconds and kiss them” You shook your head at the card, Ethan pulling you into his side. “I liked that game” “I did too” Before you left you exchanged letters, opening it frantically in your car as you recalled the night's events.

Y/n, you’re the person that I was talking about, but I think you already know that. I'm happy I decided to play this game with you. You make me feel safe and I really like you…It’s easier to express my feelings in letters, but I hope I get to show or tell you in these next couple of rounds.

Yours, Ethan Landry <3

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rainydayz-nstuff · 7 months

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Adventure Time

You can probably tell what I’m mostly going to be posting about 🫤 Anyways, this is briefly based on my own AT fanfic that I have.

So here is Finn x Ice Kings Kid! Reader (How you met)

Let’s start off with how you appeared since you’re human. Gunter found you while messing around in Ice King’s ‘research lab’

It was actually Simon’s old lab.

You, with very out dated clothes, were stuck in an Ice Pod where you’ve been asleep for many, many, years.

Ice King heard Gunter’s ‘wenks’ so he found both Gunter and a sleeping human

At first he asked Gunter if he had made a statue, then he opened the pod and you… nearly fell on your face.

Ice King caught you and realized you were still knocked out, and he kindly brought you to his bed and laid you down. He spent the next few hours pacing around the room and staring at you while he ate trail mix

When you woke up, he was chomping away and he was completely zoned out. Like, his pupils were huge.

You stared at him before blinking slowly. Finally, Ice King glanced down at you while letting out a hum. You locked eyes before he shrieked and started choking on his trail mix.

“Oh! Geeze, I’m sorry!” You instantly apologized.

Ice King recovered while taking deep breaths. You were now sitting up and he could tell you were kind of young.

Then, an idea hit him.

“I’m going to adopt you!”

“… You gonna what?

Ice king is now officially your dad (here you go people with daddy issues)

HES ACTUALLY A GOOD DAD NGL

He teaches you how to play the drums, the keyboard, writing fan fiction, ruling the kingdom, how he’s gonna kid nap possible wives-

You just let him rant on and on because he seems happy to talk with you

He’ll also offer to kidnap anybody you may be interested in, he doesn’t judge.

MAKES A CROWN FOR YOU! It never melts, and it looks like a mini version of his!

Cried the first time you wore it in front of him

Okay, onto the rest-

He set up a coronation to officially welcome you to the kingdom as his child.

Sends out posters, invitations, notes tied to rocks, and some people actually showed up (over half are kidnapped princesses because why not?)

Finn and Jake showed up because they found out about this coronation and thought it was a trick to lure in princesses or he kidnapped someone and was going to make them stay in his kingdom forever.

Right as the official Ice crown was to be placed on your head, they kicked the doors open and stopped the ceremony.

Ice King, like usual, got mad and instantly flew in the air to use his powers.

He flew up too quickly and knocked himself out when he hit the ceiling.

Before you could rush over to your dad, Finn grabbed your hand and whisked you away like a bride

He gave you a reassuring smile to try and convince you that you were now safe

It didn’t make you safe

“Hey! Put me down!” You struggled to get out of his grasp. “Seriously, who are you?!”

Finn stopped running before he sat you down. Your shimmery light blue, bordering white, outfit matched the icy floor. “My names Finn, and that was Jake.”

His toothy smile and heroic pose made you stare at him blankly before you turned around. “I’m going back to see my dad.”

Finn’s face fell and he tried to grab your arm. “Hey, wait! Don’t go back there, it’s dangerous!” He tried to warn you, but your brushed him off.

“Don’t care. My dad just got knocked out, and I don’t think Gunter knows how to use bandages.”

After marching back inside, you found your dad mumbling to himself. And Gunter was stuck in bandages.

After getting the little guy out, you helped your dad and picked him up to bring him to his bed.

All the guests had left after the ambush so you changed out of the ceremony attire, and then put on normal clothes only with the crown on this time.

Finn, very interested in who you are, spied on you and noted how… familiar you seemed.

You had never met before, but he felt like you were something he was missing.

Then he realized you were human.

He outed himself when he gasped before he also fell to the ground and made a loud crash.

You stood tall over him while he stared up at you. Your eyes glared down at his nervous form.

“Get out of here.” Your voice laced with venom, but oddly enough… he blushed.

Finn stuttered a bit while you raised an eyebrow. He then quickly got up, grabbed your hand, kissed it, then ran away

You never told your dad what happened, but you still didn’t comprehend what just happened.

#adventure time #adventure time x reader #cartoon #cartoon network #finn mertens #finn the human #finn x reader #fluff #imagine #x reader

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ofallthingsnasty · 6 months

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Bill gives off “will fuck you minutes before you have to go meet up your friends so he can get out of it AND have you embarrassed” energy so I’ll love it if you can write that scenario 👉👈

Nothing but facts here 🤭💕 He's such a smarmy asshole haha @flameshadowwolf 😘

fic referenced - please give it a read before you jump into this one, you'll probably need the context.

tags: yandere, heavy dubcon, Bill being condescending as always, breeding mentioned, talk of future knotting, past noncon + forced impregnation + forced marriage, chubby reader, f!reader, werewolf/human, minors dni word count: 3k

You haven’t done your makeup in forever. It’s been at least two months, you think, as you try to remember which of the colors in your little eyeshadow palette is the best for a monochrome look. You don’t really have the time to duke it out with a more complex style right now, especially with your rusty skills - there is barely an hour left until you're supposed to meet Ellie, car ride not included. Your mind sings at the prospect of a quiet evening, with friendly chatter and good food - and you not having to do anything. No needy toddler, no sticky little hands and pouty mouth to rob you of every last ounce of patience and energy, just adults-only conversations and friendly faces. Ellie and her husband Francis are the only members of the pack that are making an effort to include you and you like them all the better for it. You buff out the eyeshadow a little closer to your brows while you try to keep your bitterness down.

That fateful night three years ago had been your D-Day, and everything that followed was just punch after punch to your face - including being shunned by the very community that you had unwillingly become a part of. Of course, the whole pack knows what happened. Three years might have passed, but they still stick their necks together and whisper about it as though it all happened yesterday, avoiding your presence like you’re some bad omen, the hangman’s bride herself. Only Hugh and the Evett couple are cordial, the rest act as though you’re the black sheep of the family. It’s a small relief but at least they treat your daughter fairly well. It might change once her peers reach a mature enough age to be included in the gossip but for now your little toddler girl doesn’t have to play alone on the playgrounds and is invited to birthday parties only her father can take her to.

You rummage through your little makeup bag, searching for your brow powder. It’s probably too old to use safely, but you don’t care as you smudge it into the hairs. It’s not like you have the time to buy a new one.

Out of the whole pack, only your life is ruled by some archaic tradition. You had asked Ellie once about her and Francis and when she answered that they were high school sweethearts, you had quickly ducked into your coffee, ashamed of your own fate.

Of course, she knows. You’re close enough in age - she’s a few years younger and still bright-faced, probably taking a giant heap of pity in your circumstances. It doesn’t matter to you, you’re just glad that someone who knows about this whole supernatural business is friendly with you - your old, blissfully unaware friends have long since grown tired of your bitter rants about your husband, not understanding why you’re still with him.

Oh, if only they knew. Their not-so-subtle nudges to get you to go to therapy (or to ditch Bill) get nothing but a grim laugh out of you now. No therapist could get you out of this mess, no stupid self-help book could give you the courage (with a sparkle and fire emoji, of course) to just leave. Just leave. God, it’s so stupid it makes you grimace.

Your life simply isn't your own anymore - right down to your name. Now you're just Mrs. Timmons, with a small golden band and his goddamn scent all over you (marking you as his possession). He had dragged you to the altar kicking and screaming, breaking plates and ripping up that gaudy number he had proposed as your wedding dress, but in the end, he had succeeded.

You had threatened to leave once, when Claire had been so very little, to pack her up and go - to the other side of the country, out of the country, across continents - just to get away from him. It had all been hot air, said in a dark moment of despair, of fear.

The solemn truth is that there is no way out of this. No matter how much you screech and fight - you’re not up against a regular man. Behind that grubby smile and dark eyes lies a creature that can track you down with deadly precision and has claimed you as its own, until the day it dies.

It sure is easy to forget when he throws his dirty shoes down onto the couch table or when he smokes when Claire is in the room, when he doesn’t do shit around the house and you get to stew in your anger, ruminate on the abysmal hand fate had dealt you. Then he’s just a regular piece of shit, just another good-for-nothing husband you get to nag and scream at and fume around. But when he fucks you - that’s when he’s back to the snarling beast he had been in that shed. The way he holds you down, even as a mere man, his grip like iron, his eyes feral and wide - even thinking about it makes you shudder.

It doesn’t matter right now, you think. You’ll be safe from his wandering hands and salacious comments in a matter of minutes, able to be yourself and not the always-scowling fury you have been turned into.

Just a swipe of mascara and your purse-

A soft knock on the door frame interrupts you.

The sound of Bill’s heavy footsteps save you the glance over your shoulder to confirm it’s really him. “Wow, look at you”, he whistles, a freshly lit cigarette in his right hand. “Did I forget something? Date night? Our wedding day? My birthday?”

He laughs at his own joke as he takes a drag and you can already feel the annoyance starting to boil in your stomach. “I kid, I kid. You’re gonna meet with the Everett girl tonight, right? Girl’s night, eh?”

“Yeah. Francis will join us later, though”, you say, clipped, brushing your mascara wand over the lower lashes of your left eye.

“That so?”, you can hear him sucking in another lungful, sounding almost pensive. “Sounds awfully nice, princess.” You hum, finally done with your look. “I did invite you to come. If you remember.” A husky laugh behind you makes your brows furrow. “Jesus, woman, what did I do to you now?” You bite your tongue. Oh, you know. You just forcefully impregnated me three years ago and maybe I still haven’t worked through that. No biggie, though. “Be nice to your old man, yeah?”

He takes the cigarette into his left hand and presses a kiss to your temple, then drags his lips down to your ear. His stubble scratches the thin skin that is stretched over the cartilage of your helix and you can’t suppress the shudder. The right hand that lands on your shoulder is heavy and warm as it rubs and presses the fat over the joint, thoughtful but firm. “I have been nothing but kind, haven’t I? If you had ended up with that little freak, you wouldn’t have seen the sun ever again.” Crinkling, dark eyes meet yours in the mirror.

Evan. You still think about him sometimes, but he moved just shortly after you started showing, too distraught that it had been Bill's kid and not his. You'd pity him if he hadn't done the unthinkable to you, just like Bill did.

“You do know that, don’t you?” Despite yourself, you nod - suddenly hot and cold at the same time. “I keep you fed, I keep a roof over your head, I let you run free, I let you tear up my shit when you’re mad, I let you go to your uppity little bitch you like so much- I think I’m doing way more than necessary, darling.” He mouths at your ear again, suddenly licking and biting the shell, only stopping when you visibly cringe. “I even think I deserve a little something for that, hm? And if it’s not gratitude, it might just be something else.”

He presses out the cigarette before you can even answer, right on top of your eyeshadow palette. Rough hands glide over the nape of your neck, down to your shoulders and settle right underneath your tits where he pushes them up and catches your eyes in the mirror again. “Just look at you, baby. I wish I could ruin all that makeup with my cum but we can’t have you be late for your little wine dinner, hm?” You see your own face twist in shock at his crude words and he watches in amusement, hands already working the soft flesh of your chest. He pinches and prods through the sturdy fabric that cups your tits, rubbing the material between his fingers to appraise it. “Aw, you’re wearing only a t-shirt bra today, aren’t you? Not my favorite lace number?”, he says and squeezes over your clothed nipples roughly, making you yelp in pain. “Or maybe I should be glad you aren’t. Else I’d think you’re dressing up for the Everett boy.” “But you’d never do that, would you?”, his tone drips with something dark. “You’d never betray me, hm?” Your breath stutters. It’s not a question. It’s a threat. “Why, I-”, you gasp, the words enough to shake you out of your stupor. “Why would you think that?”

“Dunno, babe”, he almost croons. “Just wanted to put it out there. In case you got into your little head again.” His hands wander down to your stomach and grab your fat roughly, a deep growl ending the conversation. He buries his fingers deep into you, so deep it stings and you subconsciously stretch upwards, granting him easier access to your neck. He promptly uses it to nip the skin of your pulse point.

“Soft as ever. Makes me want to bite and devour you whole”, Bill laughs. “But I’ll settle for putting another baby in you.” The nails digging through the cotton of your shirt turn sharp and long - he chuckles as you yelp, as you try to wiggle out of the chair in front of your vanity. “Too late, honeypie.” The man who stares back at you through the mirror is no longer a man - he is a wolf again, the same one that sounded the bell for the end of the life you once knew. “Don’t give me those pitiful eyes. Where’s all that fire, huh?”, he snickers, grotesque notes strung together by a deeper voice, by bigger lungs. “Your snippy little attitude. You do know I love to fuck it out of you, again and again.” Your head is pushed down into the wood and it sends your mascara and brushes flying to the floor. He simply drags your face over the vanity until the crown of your head touches the cool glass of the mirror, your legs slowly rising with the stretch.

You have a hunch of what will follow. “Ass up, sweetheart”, he bites out and kicks the chair underneath you to the side with so much force you can hear it splinter. You’re left to stand on shaky legs, the cartilage of your nose pressed into the furniture. “Good girl.”

You only whimper in response, too weak to struggle against him, even as his hands leave your head.

He shows little regard for your clothes, as little as he had for his in the moment he turned - sharp claws dig into your nicest pair of jeans with little care, thick hands pull them down by force - over your belly, then over your ass. They're left just above your knees as he targets the next layer, a simple pair of cotton briefs. He slices through them and groans at the sight of you - fully exposed, bent over, vulnerable and oh-so-soft.

"The baby did you good, sweetheart", he laughs and spanks your ass so hard it echoes through the room. "Made you even better. Maybe another one will make that ass even fatter."

You're mortified at his crude words - but any indignant squawk of protest gets stuck in your throat as he presses his whole muzzle into your cunt.

He licks and pushes and sucks - eats you out so messily that his spit drips down your thighs and you can't contain your voice any longer.

You're rewarded with a chuckle and even more fervor.

It's too much and yet not enough - his tongue only brushes your clit but he fucks your hole with it so well it makes your legs shake. You don't even register the way his claws dig into your ass, the pain barely noticeable over the mess he's making in between your thighs.

It’s not enough to make you cum but you feel yourself loosening up, growing pliant under his touch. Maybe he can feel it too because just a few precious minutes later he stops, licking his maw loudly. “Could eat you out all day, princess”, he chuckles behind you. “But you got a little girl’s night to go to, don’t you?” You manage nothing but a teary-eyed nod, throwing him a look over your shoulder, that terrifying creature staring right back at you, the man within it clearly getting drunk with the power he has over you when he is like this. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.” He pushes himself into you slowly, but firmly - his saliva mixed with your own arousal making the most obscene squelch. It’s almost a relief to feel him in you after he fucked you on his tongue and you close your eyes, savoring the feeling of him working you open.

“You take me so well-”, he grits out and you moan in response. You should be ashamed of how much you long for his cock, how the years have made you compliant, even needy for him, even though you’re thoroughly terrified of him - but you can’t find it in you to care right now. The shame will come later, when you’re alone with your thoughts again but for now you just want to him to fuck you so well you’ll forget about everything. He starts out slow but it doesn’t last long - it never does. Just a few thrusts in and he’s found a rather harsh pace that has him fist the neck of your blouse to steady himself, claws puncturing the fabric. “God, I just wanna knot you, sweetheart”, he groans and you believe every word of it. “Bet you want it too- Always such a slut for my knot-” You clench around him both in arousal and shock - taking Bill’s knot is such a messy experience, one that would make you late for sure, with everyone able to smell just why you’re an hour behind schedule. “Ah, tomorrow- I’ll fucking knot you tomorrow.”

Your body is dragged over the wood with every thrust, the crown of your head bumps into the mirror every time he bottoms out - you feel like nothing more than toy with the way you’re rattled around. He seems a little extra desperate, probably trying to empty himself into you as fast as possible.

“Right now I’m- I’m- gonna make you stink with my scent, gonna mark you so that they all know how well I fuck you.” How embarrassing for you. Of course Francis will immediately smell it the moment he walks into the door and you’ll have to duck your head behind your wine glass - wolf that he is, claims like this won’t go unnoticed. “So you can’t run away from me-”, he gasps, out of breath with effort. “And no one can take you, either-” Even through your fucked-out haze, something clicks. He’s insecure. That’s why he’s in this form, why he’s so intent on filling you up before you sit yourself down with friends. Why he just won’t come with you eludes you - but that is Bill, ever so possessive, ever so puzzling.

You’d laugh at him if you weren’t currently getting mounted by a two meter tall humanoid monster, if you weren’t so literally fucked right now. A groan pulls your attention back to the creature you call your husband. “Oh fuck, babe-”, Bill moans behind you, his pace getting even faster. It grates your insides, your body trying to keep you lubricated as he pounds you. Spittle flies through sharp teeth and lands on your ass as he unabashedly lets his maw hang open, too blissed out to care.

“I’m gonna cum, oh shit- Shit-”, he says and loses himself in a string of curses, trying to fuck you as you deeply as he can, rutting into you with so much force you’re scared the mirror is going to break off the vanity. “Fucking take it-”

The snarl he lets out isn’t human anymore, as are the claws slicing into your scalp, the sudden grip keeping you in place. He shudders violently as he pumps you full of his load, hot and wet. The feeling is enough to wring a throaty moan out of you - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make your legs shake and clench around him. “Damn…” Bill wheezes into the silence that follows, hands still iron on your skin. You slump into the wood beneath you, sweat-slicked and high-strung. He laughs as he hears the thump of your forehead against the vanity. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me go before my time with that pussy.” You don’t answer, already irritated with him again. “Well-”, he coughs and takes his hands off you, sounding much more composed. “Looks like you need to start over with your little look.” His words make you gasp and paw at your face, the sticky smudge of mascara palpable on your cheeks. You don’t need to turn your head up to the mirror to tell that you’re back to square one, that you’ll be late, with a dripping cunt and hastily scrawled on makeup. Your arousal is gone in an instant, replaced by hot rage burning its way through your stomach for good. A pat on the head and a content sigh behind you make it boil over, make you clench so hard you actually push him out of you. It’s laughed away, either mistaken for the wrong emotion or simply ignored. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, your old man will make it up to you tomorrow.”

#OC: Bill #yandere teratophilia #werewolf x reader #terato #monster x reader #yandere x reader #capture kill #also if you read this: the little toddler has a name. it's claire. and she's with grandma rn 😭💕

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missglaskin · 1 year

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if Rhaenyra and Laenor married in the Laenor’s Daughter timeline would the line of succession be messed up? cause Rhaenyra is obviously going to claim toddler!Reader as her own the moment she can, putting her above Jace and Luke in the lines of succession since she’s older, right? i feel like Viserys would be supportive if Rhaenyra were to insist the Reader be her heir but only on the condition she take a valyrian husband as to not fuck up the bloodline.

the Blues are supportive because they know Laenor will most likely struggle in producing a trueborn heir and they had claimed her one of their own years ago and are thrilled as the prospect of being queen after.

the Greens are thrown for a loop by the entire situation honestly. there isn’t a fibre in Otto’s body that is willing to overthrow the Reader so he spends the next twenty years encouraging Aegon or Aemond but preferably Aegon to pursue a relationship.

but what really fucks them up is when some dornish prince comes sauntering into the Red Keep, offering his crown in exchange for the Reader’s hand in marriage.

The line of succession will surely be messed up with the reader in the mix. Similar to Rhaenyra’s succession plan, there is an ambiguity in the air. It’s not until Jace is born does the council raise the questions of succession. With Rhaenyra being the heir, it’s no longer about being the first trueborn son but rather being the firstborn child. It will take both Rhaenyra and Laenor to announce the reader being their heir which will put the greens in a tough spot.

Viserys obviously agrees to this decision and both Rhaenys and Corlys announce their support for the reader. In this case, Jace is the heir to Driftmark and the reader is the heir to the throne. Rhaenyra will plan to marry the reader off to Jace with Laenor reluctantly agreeing. But Alicent and Otto secretly plan to wed off the reader to either Aegon or Aemond.

Otto doesn’t wish to take the reader’s claim away from her and at least marrying either one of his grandsons means having his blood on the throne.

If Daemon's son; Viserion is involved. Daemon may push him to wed the reader, after all Viserion is a velaryon and who better to unite the houses than him. It’s a situation made worse when both Daemon and Rhaenyra marry, making the feud between Jace and Viserion much worse and leaves the rest of the court curious on who will come out victorious. Secretly I think Rhaenys would be on Viserion’s side, he’s obviously Velaryon and should be the heir to driftmark but at the same time, he’s Daemon’s son and that leaves one to worry.

It could even be the reason Vaemond gets involved. He probably cares for the reader and can’t stand the thought of her marrying Jace, who he believes is a bastard. Both Alicent and Otto are fully on his side, but it’s all for their own gains. Removing Jace’s claim means Aemond and preferably Aegon a better chance for the reader.

Speaking of Aegon, I feel Alicent and Otto will fill his head with all sorts of questionable ideas. They ensure Aegon seems like the best choice for the reader. They will try to convince Viserys to have the reader stay in king’s landing rather dragonstone or driftmark. She’s the heir after all and must be present in all matters and councils. But it’s all a ploy to get her to bond with Aegon (or perhaps Aemond).

Having the Dorne be involved will just make matters worse. Since Aegon the Conqueror, there have been many attempts to bring Dorne into the fold. Knowing the prince (Qoren) agrees to be under Visery’s rule if he were to marry the reader puts Viserys in a very tight spot. If Viserys agrees, it will go in history books but in doing so, he will also cause the wrath of everyone.

#yandere house of the dragon #hotd x reader #yandere hotd #yandere x reader #yandere concept #house of the dragon x reader #yandere asoiaf

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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How the Easy Boys Act during Bastogne x reader headcanons.

So I wanted to explore about how each of the different boys would handle being in a relationship during Bastogne. I want to try keep this (semi) realistic especially surrounding the rules of fraternisation in the army. Ps - I hope you guys enjoy! I love writing headcanons but struggle with motivation so feel free to send me requests of any headcannons/ scenarios you guys wanna see!

Eugene Roe:

Let’s start with the most notable boy within the Bastogne episodes. Gene goes through so much as a medic, although he’s so selfless throughout his whole experience.

I think because he’s already worrying about so many of the men getting hurt he’s also got the anxiety of worrying if you’re safe.

after a heavy artillery barrage he would pray for your health and safety. And I mean that. He’s a good Catholic boy (I think) so he probably does this morning and night.

whenever he has chance/ a safe opportunity he would come to see you. I think he’d feel guilty about coming empty handed, and when there’s other people around his gestures have to be small, such as knocking your hand or arm with his.

The more under pressure he becomes the more you’d see it. I think he’d be so stressed, his shell shock is evident and it’s painful to see as a partner. I think he’d even attempt to pull away to a certain extent before he realised that would do no good.

probably gets really bad anxiety if you’re exposed to the gunfire, and definitely wants to protect you from seeing some of the horrific scenes that you’d most undoubtedly see anyway.

puts a hand in front of you if you’re walking to fast. He’d never just randomly sneak off with you just to have ‘alone time’ because he’s aware of the risks. He’d never EVER gamble with your life- holy shit until you get outta there he’s a panicked mess.

Needs a partner who can talk to him, even if he doesn’t feel like opening up, just knowing you’d semi understand is reassuring.

finally is able to give you the biggest bear hug of all time behind a half bombed out building. It’s kinda emotional and longing, but Gene would sigh into your hair or your shoulder, and tighten his grip when he realised how desperately he’d needed your love and comfort.

you’d be a real comfort to him in Bastogne, however during the actual battle of the bulge I think he’d be very overworked on the lines. Even if you are on the lines he fears for you and always tries his best to get you further towards some kinda safer area.

Carwood Lipton:

Alike Eugene, he’s under an immense amount of pressure.

somehow he manages to keep morale up, and seeing you safe everyday and just flashing him an smile would really send a sense of relief and comfort through him.

like he seriously has even more motivation to fight and come home safe, because if you.

it sounds cheesy, ik, but Lip is a man deeply in love and he couldn’t forget that even if he tried.

strictly professional, ok. So no sneaky business… the furthest your relationship probably gets in Bastogne is smiles of reassurance and lingering touches on the upper back.

like you get knocked over and winded once, Lipton practically scrambles over and collapses next to you, pulling you up out of the snow with the most horrified expression.

nah he’d be so good at calming you down and helps you take deep breaths. His hand would be soothing over your upper back, and when nobody’s looking he maybe, maybe might sneak a kiss on your cheek.

so soft and caring. Seriously. You’re the first person he looks for after any serious bombing.

Babe Heffron:

So I think there’s Babe before Julian’s death and then Babe after his friends death.

before he’s pretty good at keeping morale up, he’s kinda fidgety and nervous, but for the most part he just wants to make you smile. Would do his utter most to cheer you up, even if it’s just making a little snow man for you.

Ah he’d be so cute. He’s like a big kid at heart and he’d have this big, longing eyes watching you wherever you went. He feels comfortable knowing you’re within a distance that you can see one another. People know you two have a relationship, but for the sake of rules and regulations it’s kept under wraps.

After Julian however, you’d kinda say ‘scrap the rules’ and sneak off to where you know is Foxhole is. It’s him and Spina, but you sneak in and hug his arm, whispering words of reassurance.

when Gene comes in you’d kinda panic, but you realise it’s only him so it’s not bad. He ain’t no snitch.

I think Babe would become mentally tougher after Julian’s death- well he comes across like this, but he wouldn’t wanna talk about what happened with you because he knows it would make him into a wreck.

hates crying and being vulnerable in front of you so probably tells you to ‘go away’ but IMMEDIATELY takes it back omfg.

would try to hide in foxholes with you just so he can at least have some well needed comfort from his girl that makes everything better.

Don Malarkey:

I think similar to Babe he’s a lot different when he first goes to Bastogne compared to when he leaves. (As many of the guys understandably would be).

but he’s the funny guy, he’s popular, he’s witty and hilarious, not to forget he’d be such a gentleman with you. Literally so kind and gentle. He’d always walk across the forest to come see you, every single day- no fail.

All the other nurses or women think it’s soooo romantic, even though you two are usually just sat talking. (He’d deffo sneak a kiss or two in there).

so when he loses several of his closest buddies in such a short amount of time, he goes into a deep shock, and although the visits don’t stop, you can tell he’s a shell of what he once was.

I think Don would really crave that physical comfort, like hugging him, stroking his hair- but it’s soo difficult to get that level of privacy, especially out in the open. I think this is something that you could struggle with as a couple.

Malarkey would have these great big sad, puppy eyes and you’d practically just have to bear hug him at the most random times. He’s so soft- I can’t.

Everybody knows the shit Malarkey has been through, they understand, so if they see you two embracing they turned a blind eye to it- nobody is about to snitch.

Lewis Nixon:

Ok so I feel like you and Lewis would be stationed in different areas. Like you’d be further back/ forwards on the line? Maybe stationed in the town?

anyway this makes it increasingly difficult to see one another, and I think Lewis has a real, niggling anxiety about your health and safety.

like at night he’d struggle to sleep over the thought of you being as cold as he is.

I think he’d feel so detached from your relationship, and there’s nothing neither of you can do/ prioritise in such a horrific situation.

when you two are around each other there’s always soft, subtle gestures that are sorta toned down versions of the way you both really want to act.

Maybe Lewis sees your shrunken appearance for the first time in a week or two, and he’s watching you with massively sad eyes, he’s bringing you into where him and Winters stay, offering you food, coffee.

He’d probably question why they’re not taking care of you better, but it’s kinda like? There is nobody to really take care of you, everybody’s in the same boat and Lewis hates it.

Has to settle for giving you friendly side hugs but all he really wants to do is wrap you up in a blanket and huddle you to somewhere safer, warmer, better than this.

he probably just wants a cuddle :/.

Joe Liebgott:

I think at first Joe would play by the rules because you wanted to. Like you’re worried of getting into trouble and want to be cautious with expressing your relationship too openly.

So he’d go a long with it at first, but I can imagine him stopping by your foxhole or wherever you’re stationed, even just to walk past and give you a smile. He 100% looks out for you, and if he doesn’t see you he’s like, “hey where tf is she? She was here yesterday?!” “She’s washing her hair, Liebgott…”

I feel like something might happen? Let’s say you get wounded, it’s nothing too severe, but it’s a close call. After that Joe is literally like “fuck the rules” and would come hop into your foxhole.

even if there’s other people in there, he just wants to make sure you’re ok at the end of the day.

when he can be alone with you I think he’d cover the foxhole with a blanket and practically throw himself around you. Kisses you loads, and he can barely do it properly because he’s got this childlike grin wiped across his face.

I think it really makes a difference to Liebgott that he can spend time with you, it’s so cold and miserable out there, that he takes anything he can get, and cuddling with you is his fav way to warm up, aw.

maybe gets roaming hands at one point and you have to be like “Joe, we’re sat in a hole surrounded by Germans, are you really trying this on rn?”

obviously Joe gets taken off the line during Bastogne because he’s quite literally at his breaking point. (Me and @liebgotts-lovergirl have just been discussing Lieb actually so all credit to her as it’s given me inspo!)

He’s so stressed out and it would be painful to see, I think he’d fully avoid taking it out on you because that would make him feel like the worlds worst person, but at the same time all he was is a stupid frickin hug and sometimes it’s so difficult to get.

please go visit him when he’s taken off the line, it’ll be a lot easier and god knows Lieb needs it 🥺

Would be so soft and happy with you if you surprise visited/ snuck up on him omg.

Shifty Powers:

This boy is soooo respectful, ok. He’s caring, kind, sweet, but respect is his utter most priority.

so I don’t think he’d be flaunting your relationship out and about in Bastogne? Seriously there’s more heavier things to focus on.

BUT Shifty 100% thinks about you and your relationship every single day. Like Gene, I think he prays for your safety, he’s constantly on the look out for danger- but also now he’s watching danger surrounding you.

war can be a dangerous place to have distractions such as a relationship, it’s nothing personal, but Shifty fears if he loses focus something bad will happen to those around him.

when the coast is clear and he’s not putting anybody into danger, he’d always be so polite and come over to ask if you’re ok. He’d help you dig out your foxhole some more and you’d patch him up or get him new gloves in return.

he’d be eternally grateful, and then probably try to put the gloves on you instead because he’s worried your fingers are gonna fall off hahaha.

when you leave Bastogne and have privacy again Shifty cuddles you sosososos much, there’s so much hand holding and small kisses- he’s 10000% gonna make up for lost time.

Ron Speirs:

I’m gonna be honest IDEK HOW YOUD GET IN A RELARIONSHIP WITB HIM INNTHE FIRST OKACE.

He’s so sexy and intimidating, but especially during the war his mind would NOT be on dating. But let’s assume it is, ok?

I think Ron has no option but to stay focused, you technically are his weakness, so whenever he sees you he has a difficult time maintaining his demeanour.

small things like ‘But she’s alright, right?’ And just asking where you guys are stationed fill him with relief.

when he thinks about you all alone in that foxhole he gets the sweats, he starts shaking and he feels pathetic, but it’s the only time he’d allow himself to feel that way. He must operate like a soldier, not like a little boy in love.

it’s just very conflicting, because he is very much deeply in love, he just can’t show it.

when you get time alone after Bastogne I think Ron almost breaks down. His head would drop and he’s pulling you into his arms, apologising unnecessarily.

everybody's under such an immense amount of pressure, so I feel like he’d need some good words of reassurance, but also he’d just need a longgggg hug to embrace the comfort you provide him with.

Skip Muck:

Nothing bad happens to him ok? Let’s just pretend here for the sake of a fic.

he’s a ray of sunshine, but I think he’d be so amazing at reading peoples thoughts and feelings, especially yours. So when he can see you’re particularly more upset than usual, he grabs you, preventing you from leaving with everybody else and takes your hand, pulling you into a gentle forehead kiss.

I think he’d be better with his actions rather than words, so sometimes all he needs to do is cup your face and just gaze over you before you’d fall into his chest in relief.

thank god you’ve got a guy like Skip, he’d look out for you so much, keep your morale up, and like Babe, I think he’d do super cute stuff like attempt to make you a little snowman to pass time and avert your minds from immanent danger.

Writes about you to his family at home.

probably wants to keep you well and fed. All the rations are slim, but he would save you his or sneak you some more food, seriously he’s so caring over your health and well-being.

Joe Toye:

He’s so handsomeeee oh my-

so I think there’d be a lot of lingering and longing gazes. When you first go to Bastogne, he’s probs wanting your attention so bad for more selfish reasons? If you can call normal boyfriend tendency’s ‘selfish’.

but when things very quickly become more severe and traumatising, those longing gazes turn into ones of sadness and care.

he’d really watch out for you, and he’d never let you walk anywhere unless he was there, or he’d at least offer.

“I’m gonna go into the town for a couple hours today, Joe.”

“That’s a good idea, keepin’ yourself nice and safe away from the lines, baby.”

wants you protected and safe at all costs so I think he’d ask people like Guarnere and Malarkey, those he’s closest to, to watch out for you when he can’t.

grabs your belt holes to pull you to safety, at times he’d be tempted to lift you over his shoulder and carry you to safety, he wouldn’t live with himself if anything bad happened to you.

when he does get badly wounded, you’re both in shock, it all happens so quick and Joe is so upset when you stumble on the scene and have to see him like that.

He feels bad for seeing you so upset? Like you’re traumatised and he can’t sleep that night without images of your sad, paled face in his mind.

he’s worried he’s somehow scared you off?? The extent of his injuries are horrific, but he’s still alive. He’d be worried about you every second until you are allowed to finally come visit him.

oh my god, he’d be so so relieved. A little worried, but genuinely at peace to see that you’re safe and okay.

Alton More:

Big sweetheart, a little naughty so kinda plays around the rules. Like fraternisation? Idk her, I’m in 3rd platoon and she’s in 2nd sooo stuff your fraternisation rules.

smirks at you, especially when he sees you all wrapped up in the coat he stole for you. He’s never been happier than seeing you warm.

1000% would attempt to sneak into your foxhole? I just think he’s not good at being sneaky however and gets caught and told to go back to his own foxhole.

gets worried tho when he sees you’ve given your coat to a more injured soldier, he hurried over and he’s wrapping his arms around you, worried as to why your lips are so blue and your teeth are chattering.

“damn it y/n, I think you’re turning into a little ice cube.”

When his hands are warm he sticks them under your shirt to warm up your skin, opposing when he usually sticks his cold hands into your warm shirt. He’s not that cruel however, especially not in god damn Bastogne.

Has a bit of a mental breakdown because he thinks you’re wounded when he can’t find you, like he fully freaks tf out, but he’s engulfing you in a HUGE bear hug when he finds out safe as sound. (You were just singing in a foxhole with Alley and Liebgott).

seriously a massive sweetheart tho, steals chocolate for you, attempts to somehow mix the chocolate and the snow to make you ‘chocolate ice cream’ it kinda flops but it’s so cute.

#band of brothers x reader #joe liebgott #band of brothers #Band of brothers headcanons

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imbibitorlunaeluv · 5 days

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Late Night Talks

You can't seem to get a peaceful night's rest, and neither can he.

Yuta Okkotsu x Fem! reader.

A lil drabble I made, basically for those who feel absoloutely guttered after a long day. L/N is your last name! have fun lovelies and DON'T sleep late!

This isn’t normal. None of this should be normalised to a teenage girl, a child who eliminates curses up until the sun rises up. But there are some who are considered gifted. Blessed to be stronger by others, and at all cost protect the weak. Though those rules are unwritten, it should be common knowledge by everyone.

I open the door to the dorms, my breath heavy as I fight the urge to close my eyes. A full week of enduring the need to faint is what I have overcome, and it may as well become part of my life by now. They say it is all well, the safety of others- of the weak, ensured.

The strong shielding the weak.

I lazily take off my combat boots, not caring what noise I may make at this time of night as I let my back collapse onto the sofa. I feel my sight become a blur, the taste and smell of curses still lingering in the air, the face of a helpless man screaming and kicking whilst making it harder to exorcise the damned cursed spirit.

To hell with the weak.

My right arm lifts up to cover my eyes, exhaling through my nose as I feel myself getting lightheaded,

“I feel like dying today…”

I mutter, to absoloutely no one. Besides, who in god's name would still be up by this hour?

“L/N-san?"

For some reason, something in me warms up just by hearing the familiar voice. I pry my hand away slightly, only to be met by a cursed boy’s dark silhouette in the dimly lit living room we both inhabit. His head peeked out from above the couch, leaning against the back of it while he looked down at me.

“Yuta…” I couldn’t fight the small smile forming onto my face, a slight bit surprised that I was caught off guard and couldn’t sense his presence.

“What… Why are you still awake?”

"I should be the one to ask you that."

I sit up slightly, propping myself up onto my elbows as I attempt to show a non exhausted grin, not like he could actually see it in such darkness.

“I just finished a mission… took longer than expected.”

He doesn’t at all seem satisfied with my answer. The change in atmosphere and posture could tell it all,

“Ah… alright then.”

“You don’t seem content with my answer, pretty boy.”

And he answers a beat later,

“You’re lying. Your missions usually take way longer than this.”

Even without seeing him clearly, the frown on his face was as bright as the sun. Ever since our shared conversation in the sushi restaurant, Yuta and I have been conversing more and more frequently without experiencing an awkward silence.

So attentive, I let a chuckle slip past my lips. The thought of having someone who could actually be awake enough to hear me come through the door is actually frightening. Having someone else who also has a messed up sleep schedule, or mind, accompanying me in the lonely night.

I gave into a smile, “You were always awake, weren’t you?”

A question that needed no answering to, making Yuta shake his head slightly as he walked to turn on the kitchen light instead.

“I never sleep- well at least I try not to…” his voice trails off, a yawn overcoming him as I sit up to get a better view of Yuta.

The way his eyes were begging to be closed shut, his slouched back and heavy eye bags were enough to make me feel slight pity. For a boy who claims to never sleep, he’s done particularly well in the art of combat. His passion, his determination, his love towards her.

I pursed my lips at the thought of Rika, “Do you never try to talk to… you know… Rika?”

A laughable question it might be, humorous to Yuta probably as I expected him to topple over laughing. But then again, it’s Yuta. The depressed cursed teenage boy I saved. The cursed boy merely smiles, holding his mug in one hand as he looks over to me.

“Not ever since being haunted by her face in my dreams, no.”

I experienced it too, is what I wanted to say. Although nothing leaves my mouth, I give an understanding nod instead. After realising that the past would always chase me till my sleep, I was slightly grateful for the stockpile of missions that made me occupied. I stopped consulting with Shoko as it proved to be of no help.

“Sometimes when I do see a glimpse of the past Rika… I feel sick to my stomach.”

I know the feeling.

“Knowing that I couldn’t even do anything made me feel useless… even until now.”

I’ve always felt that way.

“Sometimes I feel that Gojo-sensei was right… love is a twisted curse.”

Love is for the weak.

I let out a hum, eyes casted down to instead look at my nails and speak whatever comes to my head, “He told me the same thing. But I thought it was so I would steer away from dating anyone.”

And for a moment, I catch a glimpse of Yuta’s sheepish look.

“You-you’ve never… had a lover?” he questions me, his cheeks flaring up into a vibrant pink while avoiding any form of eye contact. He sounds lost, astounded, even. It’s as if the facts I conveyed to him were all white lies.

“Never really thought of having one, really. I admit that the topic of romance does hang higher in the books I read, but I’ve never experienced what it’s like to be loved romantically by someone.”

My explanation seemed to bring Yuta some courage to at least look me in the eye, his lips slightly parted at the information he received. He seems to stay like that for a moment, the same startled look looming on his features.

I take notes on his face features, softly lit up by the light shining right above the kitchen counter behind him. The colour on his face seemed to return after enrolling in Jujutsu High for a while, and he doesn’t look as skinny and bony as he did. His hair was growing a tad bit longer, more fluffy but never kept neat. My gaze goes down to his lips, his slightly chapped, parted lips.

I feel myself getting warmer by the second, my heart thumping so loud I can almost throw it up. He looks at me, with such eyes that cloud so much thought. And I absolutely feel myself getting weaker just by this, and I absolutely hate it.

I return my gaze to his eyes, “Too shocked to speak?”

Yuta flinches by the sound of my voice, almost as if he was in a haze whilst looking over at me. He then shakes his head, watching his unkept raven hair move as a blush rises to his ears. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes not meeting mine as I can barely make out his muffled voice,

“You’re just… too pretty

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rambheem-is-real · 3 months

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Hurts So Good- Epilogue

pt 1, pt 2

warnings: implied NSFW, implied past dubcon

Varadha stands at the edge of the Khansaar palace’s balcony, watching the bustle of the city in the morning. There’s a cup of coffee that he forgot about before it went cold next to him.

Usually, looking at the citizens, his thoughts are filled with his duties for the day, but lately he’s only been able to think about one thing.

One person, rather.

It’s been four years since Varadha captured Deva from Tinsukia.

Two years of feigning hatred and annoyance, of pretending his heart didn’t flutter every time Deva so much as looked at him, and another two years of gradually dropping the pretense.

He didn’t bother Deva much, nowadays. They would mostly just talk, about inane things. Both avoided the mess that happened seven years ago. Sometimes one of them would bring up something the other did as kids, and they’d share a small smile before remembering and looking away. And occasionally Varadha did take Deva to bed, just to keep up appearances. It was getting harder to ignore what he was doing, though.

Deva had made a life for himself, in the little city that he had hidden in. Varadha had sent his men to inquire in the beginning, and found out that Deva was a mechanic, that his mother was the local teacher, and that he loved to play daily with the children. Varadha had essentially kidnapped him from that life. Worse, Deva would never see the woman he loved again, not unless he left Khansaar. Varadha knows the pain of separation from a lover, knows the agony of what Deva might have been feeling these past few years. He was familiar with it in the seven years after Raja Mannar’s death, of course. And Deva did get… physically aroused by him. But Varadha was well aware that he probably never wanted to be in the situation in the first place, and that it was probably a natural bodily reaction to any pleasure, even the masochistic kind.

Varadha had acted selfishly, and now was keeping his Deva prisoner, forced to obey Varadha’s emotional and physical whims. But what choice did he have? The Khansaar court would have called for Deva’s head, for breaking the seal, otherwise. He was able to pacify them by convincing them that this was a far worse punishment. And that was true, Varadha can tell Deva thinks of his mother every day. He doesn’t even want to think about how much Deva probably misses that girl.

Lately, he’s been trying to leave subtle hints. Telling Deva routes to sneak out of the city, under the guise of improving security. Leaving all of the palace doors unlocked at night, safety be damned.

But Deva never seems to get the idea. He’s always just… there. Hanging behind Varadha, like a shadow. Varadha doesn’t know what his plan is, assumes he’s trying to get close to kill him one day. Well, Varadha wouldn’t object to that. He hates the throne, he hates ruling, he hates this place, but it’s not like there’s anyone else he trusts to take his position. The only positive is that he has the man he loves, but the pain of knowing he’s hurting Deva takes that away as well.

Varadha’s so lost in thought he doesn’t notice Deva coming up behind him. A fresh berry scent hits his nose as he glances to his side and sees the pomegranate that Deva’s hands are deftly starting to peel. He swallows and looks back to the city. He has to tell Deva, somehow. If he has to throw away his pride and be completely honest about it, he’ll do it.

Varadha takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with the man to the right of him.

“Rey,” he starts, then stops, heart hammering. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, actually.

Deva’s observing him. “What?” Varadha hesitates, and Deva frowns. “Seriously, what?” He leans in, and Varadha has to control his breathing. “Let me guess, you suddenly hate pomegranates?” It’s meant to be a joke, but Varadha can hear worry underneath. He hates this, hates that Deva still cares enough, somewhere, that he can feel worried for his captor.

“You can leave anytime you want,” Varadha whispers. He still doesn’t look to his side.

“...What are you talking about?”

Varadha closes his eyes, and leans his chin on the railing. This is it. This is the moment Deva will leave, and Varadha will be alone again. Just as he’s been for most of his life. “I only wanted to save you from dying. And I… I was selfish enough to want you. But it was wrong. You can leave whenever you want, I won’t stop you. Go back to your girlfriend, get married, whatever. I don’t care. Just leave.” Varadha’s glad his eyes are closed, because he can feel tears behind his eyelids. Once Deva leaves, he can have his full breakdown.

There’s a long pause before Deva speaks. “Arey, picchoda [crazy man].” The slightly amused tone and the insult makes Varadha frown. He still can’t open his eyes though, Deva would see the tears. He can’t have that.

“Just leave! Why are you still here? I promise I won’t chase after you.” Even though he’d want to, so badly.

Deva keeps going, in that same damned tone. “Are you drunk? Who let you drink this early?” Varadha hears Deva pick up the coffee cup, and suddenly get serious. “Did someone spike this?”

Varadha breaks. He slides down the railing to sit, head in his hands, trying to muffle the sobs.

Deva sighs, and sits down right next to him. He peels a wet hand off of Varadha’s face, and Varadha braces for a blow but freezes as something is placed into the hand.

He looks down at a handful of pomegranate seeds. “What?”

“Eat. They’re very juicy today.”

“What the fuck?”

Deva sighs again. “Varadha. Bangaram. Do you really think I couldn’t have gotten out of here myself if I wanted? Especially after you started unlocking every door in the palace after you thought I went to sleep? That was a security nightmare, by the way, Baba’s nearly tearing what’s left of his hair out over it every night.”

Varadha’s head whips up at the term of endearment, and he’s more confused than ever. “So why didn’t you leave before?”

“Why did you think I wanted to?”

Varadha frowns, now getting frustrated. Does Deva think he’s a fool? “That girl. Your lover.” He spits out. “Your mother. I’ve separated you from your home, from your family.”

At that, Deva winces. “Ok, so, I’m going to tell you something, but you can’t get mad.”

“What?”

Deva peels some more pomegranates, making sure Varadha’s chewing on another handful (who idly wonders if they’re poisoned and this is how Deva’s trying to kill him), before he finally speaks again. “So I never was in love with the girl.” He shrugs. “I don’t even remember her name now, to be honest. And my mother’s probably better off without me, anyway.”

Curse the tree of a man next to him, Varadha has to wait until the damned seeds are down his throat before he can reply to that revelation. “So then why the fuck would you lie to me about that?”

Deva chuckles, but it’s a nervous chuckle. The one he used to have as a kid when he set up a prank for Varadha but realized too late that Varadha was in a bad mood and would probably just get mad at him for the prank instead of laughing back. Varadha narrows his eyes. Wait.

“... You never said you loved her.”

Deva goes back to his pomegranate. “Exactly,” he says, still acting defensive. “If you made assumptions based on a simple ‘Leave her alone’ that’s not my problem.”

“So remind me again why you did stay then?”

Deva winces again. “Because I love you.” He clears his throat and continues, not letting Varadha sit with that, “I’d be fine with being anywhere, doing anything, as long as it meant I’d be with you, raa. There’s nothing that’s happened in the last few years that wasn’t consensual.” He peels the last few seeds, puts them in Varadha’s frozen hand, and slumps. “I know you still care about me. I know that the hatred you have for me is only a mask. And I know you don’t love me in the same way as I love you, raa” He takes a deep breath. “But that doesn’t matter to me. I’m content to just love you like this, like I’ve done my entire life.” He makes a movement to get up, like he wants to run away, and Varadha acts.

Varadha yanks him back down, and punches Deva’s shoulder.

“Ow, what-”

“Sachinoda [you dead man],” Varadha spits, and throws the rest of the seeds over the balcony. He needs both hands free, of course. He takes Deva’s face in between his hands and kisses him so hard he ends up knocking Deva flat on his back, and doesn’t let up until Deva starts tapping his wrist for air.

They both sit up. While Deva gasps for breath, Varadha takes a second to just think.

For four years, Varadha had been feeling like he was slowly torturing Deva. He had been feeling so guilty he almost lost his appetite, had had his thoughts consumed by what pain Deva might be going through.

And the whole time, Deva was just… what, chilling with him? Not even thinking to tell Varadha of his feelings?

Deva’s gasps turn into laughs, and Varadha hits him again, feeling very much like a sulking cat.

“I take it we were both being idiots, and you do love me back?” Deva grins, and Varadha has to fight very hard to not kiss him again at the sight of his beautiful smile.

He just glares instead, not bothering to answer, and Deva breaks into laughter again. He reaches for Varadha to kiss his forehead, runs his lips down the black bottu covering Varadha’s forehead, presses a short kiss to the base of his nose where the mukku pogu dangles, and finally, when he finds what he wants in Varadha’s eyes, kisses his lips once more.

Once they break apart, Varadha glares again, clutching Deva’s shoulders so hard he knows it probably hurts. “Forget everything I said earlier,” he orders. “You’re not leaving, ever. You’re stuck with me until we both grow old and look like walnuts. If you even try to set foot outside these gates without me I’ll kill you.”

Deva just smirks. “Ah, I was wondering when mean Varadha would make an appearance again. I’ve missed him recently.”

Varadha pushes Deva on his back again, now holding both of Deva’s wrists above his head, and straddles him. “I’ll fuck you right here on this balcony if you keep that up, I don’t care who sees,” he warns.

“Jokes on you, I’m into that shit.” The smirk turns into something much softer. “I’m yours, raa. Whatever you want.” They both know he’s not just talking about sex.

Varadha struggles to keep his own smile hidden as he leans down for another kiss, imagining the many decades they’ll have in the future, to spend together.

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puppy-steve · 6 months

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steddie dads | wc: 669 | cw: none

Steve pauses outside the bathroom in the downstairs hallway, basket of dirty laundry tucked under his arm. The door is shut, which isn’t weird, but he can hear little splashes on the other side of it and what sounds like plastic bottles being dropped on the counter. Steve presses his ear to the wood and the whispered muttering tells him all he needs to know.

He needs to get these clothes in the washer first, so he takes the basket down to the laundry room before coming back to the bathroom. He doesn’t bother knocking, if he does, it’ll just make room for a hurried clean up. He turns the knob as quietly as he can (it’s not locked, thank God) but as soon as he opens the door, he’s hit in the face with a smell that makes his nose burn and his eyes water. Emma stands on her princess step stool in front of the sink, completely oblivious to him standing there.

The sink that’s filled with blue soapy water and smells like a Hollister store exploded.

Steve crosses his arms and leans against the doorway as Emma stays concentrated on whatever concoction she’s making, muttering under her breath in a way that undeniably makes her Eddie’s child. “What’cha doin’ there, Emmylou?”

Emma jumps and the bottle of lotion she slips out of her little hands and clatters on the tile. Her brown eyes wide as saucers and her mouth puckered in a tiny ‘o’ shape. It makes her look like an adorable fish and Steve has to clear his throat to stifle his laughter.

“Looks like an awful big mess in here.”

“I’m making potion.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Potion?”

“Mhm.” Emma nods, her curls, identical to Eddie’s, bouncing. “I’m a witch.”

Steve takes stock of the multiple bottles covering the counter; shampoo, conditioner, sunscreen, his and Eddie’s (expensive) cologne, lotion. You name it, it’s probably been poured in the sink. Briefly, Steve wonders if he’ll have to get underneath and unclog the drain. They’re definitely going over budget on groceries next week to replace everything.

Still, Steve can’t bring himself to actually be mad at her for being a kid and having an active imagination. He steps into the room and tries not to cough from the fumes wafting from the hot water. Christ, he’s gotta get Emma out of here and into fresh air.

“Well, Miss Witch, what do you say we clean all of this up and you can use those potion making still to help me make dinner? Dad’s gonna be home soon.”

At the mention of Eddie, Emma gasps and quickly scrambles off the step stool, but Steve is quicker. He catches her under the arms and puts her right back where she was.

“Not so fast, little lady,” he says, his hands on his hips. He will not be swayed by the pout his daughter is giving him. The very same pout that makes him cave to every ridiculous idea Eddie has ever had. He has to be stern. “What are the rules about messes?”

Emma lets out the biggest sigh her tiny body is capable of. “If you do the crime, you gotta do the time,” she mumbles.

Steve bends to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Smart girl. Go grab a towel and clean up the water, please. I’ll take care of the bottles.”

Ten minutes later, the sink is drained and cleaned and the bottles are thrown away, but the smell has permeated the room completely. Figuring out what to do about it is a job for later-Steve, so he shuts the door and gets Emma upstairs for her own bath before they start on dinner.

When Eddie comes home from the studio, he dips into the bathroom and Steve doesn’t bother holding back his laughs when Eddie drops to the floor and crawls back out, coughing like he’s a cat with a hairball.

“Jesus Christ, who made fucking anthrax in the bathroom?!”

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pinky-glitz · 2 years

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɪɴᴋs? 2

Part 2 ~ MDNI. Warnings: Breeding/Creampie, Oral giving + receiving, Praise, Degradation, Cock warming, Impact Play, Temperature play, Role play, BDSM, Voyeurism, Food play, Anal, Edging, Choking, Overstimulation, Body worship, Corruption kink, Blood play, Bondage, Double Penetration, Titjob.

Midoriya

Breeding kink. I don’t make the rules I mean? Just look at him. He loves kids and is a big family man. He wasn’t sure how it started or where it began but the first time he sheathed himself in your gummy walls and you begged him to cum in you, he was hooked. He’s the kind of guy to be into cream pie, after filling you up with his seed, he wants to watch it seep out and stuff his back in with his thick fingers.

Oral. He is a giver! This boy is so dedicated and a servicer. He loves giving you head, having you spread out on the bed, glistening pussy all bare for him to please is one of his favorite places to be. It’s so sloppy and he gets so intoxicated and heady. Eating you out also gets him so turned on, he’ll be rutting into the sheets while you’re whining under his tongue, his hooded gaze glued to your pretty expressions.

That does not mean he turns out a good sloppy toppy from you 😂😂😭 tho he doesn’t know what to do since he’s used to being the provider so just sitting back and watching you gobble him down is quite an experience.

Praise kink! He gets off from littering praises on you and receiving praises too. He’ll be mumbling the most sweetest things while he’s crushing your cunny 😂😭✋🏼 like

“That’s a good girl. You can take it all in, I know you can.”

“What a pretty baby, I’ll give you whatever you want, Imma take real care of you.”

“Don’t cry princess, is the pleasure too much for my baby?”

Cock warming. For the lazy days when he’s so tired from a long day/week of patrolling and fighting crime. When he doesn’t have the energy to give a mind fucking experience, he’ll sit you down on his girthy cock and cuddle, watching a favorite tv show of you guys while lazily playing with your clit, pressing soft kisses on your cheek and earlobe.

Shouto

Temperature play. You guys knew this was coming. Like how can it not be here. 🤨 Shouto has his ice-fire quirk and he only sees it for the fighting aspect, that was until you introduced the aspect of what it could be 👀. Sexually. Needless to say, he was intrigued and was compliant to your suggestion.

The best sexual decision in his life probably 😂😂 he becomes a groaning, whimpering mess when you pour the candle wax on his cold side, deliberately on his sensitive nipple and belly while you glide ice cubes on his fire side and encircle the cold blocks on his nipple, pulling a moan out of him.

Does car sex count as a kink 👀 bruh he’s into that Voyeurism shit. Todoroki is so aloof he’s down to fuck in a bush, if you two are at a celebratory party and horny, you can bet your ass he’ll take you behind a canopy where people are just a few feet away from you two and pound you from the back. Shifting your dress and panty aside to send you to heaven without batting an eyelash.

Yes, there’s been some scandals about that on entertainment news.

Food play. Shocking? Not really 😂😂 it came off as a spur of the moment thing. You spraying whipped cream on him and then he squeezes some chocolate syrup in retaliation and what do you know. A new kink has been unlocked for him. Licking your chocolate coated nipples and kissing your sweet lips was just too fun and enjoyable

Bakugo

Anal. I mean??? He’s into that shit 😂😂😂💀 (why does that sound weird in this context) so it’s no brainer that since he’s such an ass man he doesn’t mind fucking you in the ass. To him, it’s much safer and you’d not have any pregnancy scares 🤷🏼‍♀️

Edging. He loves edging you, he’s sadistic like that. Bringing you so close to cumming and then taking it back sends pleasure down his spine especially when you’re begging with your might and soul to cum and he gleefully denies it. Teasing you and telling you how you need to earn the right to cum. He can make it drag for an hour and more leaving you throbbing and crying.

Choking. 👀 don’t tell me you didn’t expect this? 🤨 I mean while he’s edging you till thy kingdom, he found out that wrapping his hand around your neck makes his cock so hard and that slutty expression on your face can almost tip him to edge. So here’s the thing, choking you to him is a sign of trust and plus nobody sees these sides of you so it’s an honor too.

Impact play. I mean? Duh! He has you over his lap while you’re wearing those tight stockings that totally drive him feral and he’s smacking your ass he loves so much. Loving how bruised it looks and how hot it feels under his palm. Plus you just let out the most prettiest whines he’s ever heard. He also slaps those cheeks of yours whenever you’re fucking. Be it from behind or when you’re riding him. Know his hands are never far away.

Overstimulation. It’s just a part of his sadistic side. Pressing that vibrator on your clit and watching you cum for the seventh time with your eyes rolled back and your legs trembling violently. Screaming profanities and babbling incomprehensible gibberish that all sound like music to his ears. Breaking you down and pulling you back up to do it all over again.

BDSM. What did you expect 😂😂😂 yes he’s into that way of life and yes he studied to be a good Dom. He actually attended classes for this 💀 He figured that the whole BDSM life was so sensually exhilarating and got his blood pumping and was one of the only ways he felt immense pleasure. So you’re his good bratty sub and he’s your strict dom who punishes his baby when its due and rewards her when she deserves it.

Body worship. It goes two ways with him. He wants you to admire every rippling muscle on his body, yes he works hard to maintain his godly physique so do compliment him. Rub your hands all over his body and kiss every spot because that’s what he’s going to be doing to you.

Degradation/Praise kink. Yes he’ll degrade the hell out of you, calling you the nastiest of names and shaming you for bouncing on his cock but in a heartbeat he’ll be the same man praising you, saying,

“Atta’ girl, you deserve my cock. Been a sweet little bitch for me, I’ll fuck you like the whore you are, angel face.”

Tokoyami

Corruption kink. This is a no brainer tbh. He’s just poetic like that, there’s something about the person he’s with being so innocent, cute, soft, naive that just feeds into this side of him. He feels mad guilty about this kink but he can’t help it, he just wants to taint you and drown you in his dark desires. Touching you in places you’ve never been touched and being there every step of the way. Fucking you in those frilly cute dresses that are white and yes he’s fucking you in a church. Just doing something so utterly taboo in a church setting just fills the desire even more. Like he’s the Serpent from the garden of Eden coming to tempt Eve, which is you in this context.

Role Play. You should’ve gotten it from the previous call out that he’s that dramatic. He’ll get the costumes and everything and he super down to play different roles. You know that Megan thee stallion line where she said “switching my wig make him feeling like he’s cheating.” Not that he wants to cheat on you but the spice of something new every time. Pretending not to know you in a club or his favorite role, you as a nun and him as a demonic entity. Fuck does that turn him on, the way he pounds your tight pussy in your outfit while you’re holding onto a rosary sends him into oblivion. Saying some stuff about how he’s your God tonight or you’ve strayed from the grace of heaven.

I guess you can say Heaven and Hell became just words to you and him.

Oral. Honey suck this pretty boy’s dick, it turns him to putty. He loves it so damn much. Watching you suck on his cock is one of his favorite sexual endeavors. It’s so nasty yet so sexy. How can you look so cute doing something so dirty, the paradox is something he’ll never grow tire of. So yes baby, gobble down that length.

Double penetration. 😳 Yeah he’s into that. I mean… you’ve got two holes and you love it when he fucks you in either of them so why can’t he fuck you simultaneously? So he’s pounding your ass, your legs spread open for him and your pretty sopping pussy gushing and clenching on nothing and he decides to amp it up for he’s precious princess and plugs up your aching cunt with a vibrating dildo. That just sends you over the edge, leaving you squirting all over his abdomen and boy does that unlock something in him. How much can you take? He still pounds into you while the vibrating dildo buzzes away inside your pussy as you become a stupid mess on the two cocks plugged up in your holes.

Bondage. He has fun with this, the art of shibari and you tied up in silk ropes is not something that inherently sends blood to his cock. He just thinks it’s really beautiful and artistic, still sexy and definitely will fuck you in the ropes but he’s admiring the work before mercilessly rocking your cunt and reminding you who owns it

Blood play. You knew this was going to come. Nothing too extreme, just you cutting him a little bit here and there. The adrenaline of being hurt just feels too good. He’s masochistic like that.

Titjob. Baby, he’s obsessed with those tiddies. Fuck on him with those and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. It’s just so heavenly, especially when you suck on his dick while massaging your tits around it. He’s a goner 👼

Praise kink. He’ll praise you from heaven to earth. He can’t see himself degrading his princess. He’ll call you all the sweetest names in this world and still fuck you disrespectfully.

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@kuntya tags on this post

I FEEL like you’re trying to wrap your head around the post, rather than flat out disagreeing with it. Here’s my recommended thinking points to help you out:

“He doesn’t have to obey his father or stay with the Jin Sect”

Jin Guangyao lives in a society wherein filial piety and filial respect/devotion is paramount. He is expected to be devoted to his parents and do as they say, and he will be publicly reviled if he doesn’t. Could he have simply never connected with his father? Sure, but he had no way of knowing how bad it would go, and once he DID connect it was too late to back out. (I’ll elaborate on this point later)

Jin Guangyao loved his mother, and her living AND dying wish was for him to be recognized by his father. Devotion to his mother’s wishes drives his devotion to his father.

Jin Guangyao lives in a society that HATES HIM because of his mother’s profession, no matter what he does. If they hate him when he’s doing everything “appropriately” they would treat him even worse if he openly broke the rules of society.

Jin Guangyao spends his entire life feeling (and BEING) unsafe because of how people view him due to his mother’s profession. His actions, which would have been understood as necessary and good were any member of the gentry to have performed them, are questioned and condemned because they were his.

When I say he spent his whole life being unsafe, I mean it. He went from the absolute bottom of society to the absolute top, and was NEVER safe. The entire society turned on him and he was literally killed WHILE he was holding the highest position in society. He feels unsafe, AND HE’S NOT WRONG.

Being Jin Guangshan’s son DID give him a modicum of protection that he didn’t otherwise have. It put him in a position to be abused by Madam Jin, and be reviled by people who knew his background, but it also offered him SOME protections he didn’t otherwise have. He is ONLY afforded these protections while following his father’s orders and displaying appropriate filial devotion. By the time he has been recognized as his father’s son, it is too late to escape the dangerous parts of this, but any wrong move would have revoked the protections.

“He could just go be Lan Xichen’s live in boyfriend”

Even if you just mean “he could have just joined the Lan sect and Lan Xichen would have taken care of him”, please revisit the filial piety points, and additionally consider that after a certain point, Jin Guangyao knew damning secrets about Jin Guangshan. JGS would have reasonably considered JGY going to the Lan sect to be a threat, and might have retaliated against either JGY or even the Lan sect itself.

Jin Guangyao grew up watching sex workers be mistreated by the people they relied on, and was then repeatedly mistreated by people HE relied on (his superior officers, his father, his father’s wife, etc.). Relying on others for safety does not feel safe to Jin Guangyao, because historically it has not been.

And if you DO mean literally being with Lan Xichen romantically/sexually: Jin Guangyao lives in a society that is broadly homophobic, so even if he WANTED to be a “stay at home boyfriend” that would have probably messed up Lan Xichen’s life/position AS WELL as his own, and Lan Xichen’s happiness matters a lot to him.

Jin Guangyao was trapped in a traumatizing marriage -- he WANTED to marry her right up until learning The Bad Information, but at that point if he’d backed out he’d have been condemning her to his own mother’s fate of being an unwed mother reviled by society AT BEST, so he just never told anyone or touched her again and swallowed how awful the situation was. He took that all on himself and told NO ONE. But he also loathed his father’s infidelity, and therefore may have resisted seeking his own happiness because it would have been unfair to both his wife (none of it was her fault) and any potential lover he might take.

Also having an affair with Lan Xichen would potentially cause the same “JGS sees this as a threat” situation mentioned above, while he lived.

The heads of two sects being romantically entangled can cause Political Problems. JGY already has so much trouble having anything he suggests or supports be taken seriously, and LXC is one of his best allies -- that would no longer be true if people could just say “Well, LXC is only agreeing with you because you’re fucking” as an easy way to dismiss anything they agree on.

Also, like... the guy has ambitions? He doesn’t WANT to be a house husband, he wants to IMPROVE SOCIETY, and that’s very cool and sexy of him actually?

Saying essentially “Why didn’t he just settle for being a secret boytoy for a sect leader” is giving me extremely “Why didn’t he just become his mom? Why would he ever think he had any right to his father’s power? How dare he try to better his own life or anyone else’s” vibes. Please ponder this.

“Nie Mingjue is a cop and that makes him a moral authority” (yikes)

If laws are inconsistently enforced, then they are not about fairness or justice, they’re about enforcing classism. Also all cops are bastards, etc. so jot that down

I’m being a tad facetious, yes, but also like... cops are NOT inherently morally upstanding, cops enforce oppression and cause terror, and if you are using them in a moral debate as pinnacles of virtue or beacons of morality then you are standing on a platform of crumbling sand.

Calling Nie Mingjue a cop IS big brained though, you’re absolutely right about that, he absolutely IS a cop, and Baxia is a metaphorical gun, welcome to my ted talk--

Nie Mingjue truly believes that his own actions are righteous while Jin Guangyao’s are criminal. This despite Jin Guangyao’s “crimes” being 1) calculated self defense after extensive mistreatment and 2) being a spy in a way that allowed him to win the war for everyone.

(in the novel, by the way, he kills Wen Rouhan TO SAVE Nie Mingjue, and NMJ still manages to climb on a high horse about it because he doesn’t seem to understand how “being undercover” works. So chew on that.)

NMJ says “killing enemies on the battlefield doesn’t count” and JGY says “why not” and NMJ says “because I said so” because he’s a COP (again, being facetious, but the whole point is, they just have different perspectives on morality but only NMJ’s is given any credibility by society because society loves his cop ass, and hates JGY no matter what he does)

There’s something really interesting to explore about how NMJ’s WHOLE ISSUE is not really “you committed crimes” but rather “I have been faced with the reality that I CANNOT TELL when you’re being genuine vs duplicitous, and therefore I HAVE to ALWAYS assume that you are lying, because I will never know for sure, and what if I’m wrong--” and therefore THERE IS NOTHING Jin Guangyao can do that will EVER make ANYTHING right with NMJ. And that has nothing to do with his actual actions being criminal.

Nie Mingjue gets to commit as many crimes and/or kill as many people as he wants, and he will always see it as justifiable because he understands why he did it, and that makes it okay. He doesn’t understand why Jin Guangyao does what he does, and that makes JGY’s actions unjustifiable to NMJ.

The things NMJ condemns JGY for were 1) killing his superior officer, who NMJ sent him to against his wishes and who was mistreating him and repeatedly sending him on suicide missions. JGY did this as calculated self defense. 2) being SNEAKY about killing that guy and not TURNING HIMSELF IN after. Calculated self defense would be dumb if you get executed right after. NMJ wouldn’t have been executed for this crime so he doesn’t get it, but JGY absolutely would have and knows it. 3) killing soldiers on Wen Rouhan’s orders while undercover. 4) Saying mean shit about NMJ’s dad while undercover. 5) Encouraging Huaisang to pursue art when NMJ only wanted him AT THE GUN RANGE at saber training. 6) Not letting NMJ kill Xue Yang, which would have been against JGS’s orders (and therefore would have BEEN a crime).

3,4 5, and 6 are, um. Legal? Like, those are all understandable even legally.

1 and 2 are understandable morally, if you’re not a privileged classist cop.

Additional Thoughts

The reason the audience is biased towards Nie Mingjue’s perspective is because Wei Wuxian is biased towards Nie Mingjue’s perspective. We see everything that happened through a spell called EMPATHY, which 1) we’re told in canon is a risky and overwhelming spell that is not recommended. and 2) Whenever Wei Wuxian does uses Empathy, he ends up 10000% agreeing with the person he has EMPATHIZED with. We are shown Nie Mingjue’s perspective, which IS BIASED, via the spell that might as well be called BIAS. But even GIVEN that, by the end of the book Wei Wuxian himself thinks “Oh wow, what’s happening to Jin Guangyao right now (being turned into a villain for other’s moral convenience, then dying for it) is exactly what happened to me, this sucks”

Also: yes, Nie Mingjue is absolutely abusing him. In the Villainous Friends extra it’s implied that Jin Guangyao often has bruises, and the two culprits are Madam Jin and Nie Mingjue. Nie Mingjue is CONSTANTLY threatening his life, AND kicks him down a very long flight of stairs. These are not government approved punishments for convicted crimes (a situation that may or may not be morally right but would at least be legal), they’re one sworn brother violently taking out his anger and distrust on another in a longstanding abusive relationship. Jin Guangyao WAS NOT arrested. He was not “arrested by a cop” he was just being abused by someone who felt morally righteous in performing said abuse. Nie Mingjue ABSOLUTELY IS “~abusing~” him, as well as ABUSING him (no ~~s necessary).

If a cop spends YEARS threatening to murder an ex undercover agent, in private while off duty, because he doesn’t like what said undercover agent had to do while undercover, routinely physically assaulting him, and no one does anything to protect said undercover agent despite everyone knowing what’s going on-- at some point self defense DOES become appropriate. I’d personally say Jin Guanyao waited LONGER than he needed to to reach that point.

Hope this helps, ACAB, also I love your icon. Fuck yeah psyduck

#kuntya #jgy #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #untamed #cql #chen qing ling #jin guangyao #xiyao #idk I'm putting it in there cuz this is a bunch of my 'this is why they have decades of UST and and URT' ponderances #Mdzs meta

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the-most-character-i-ever-saw · 1 year

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You ever just look at a character and think, “Wow, they are the most (insert adjective) character I’ve ever seen”?

The most pretty, fashionable, shippable, stupid, smart, silly, blue, skrunkly, wizardly, adorable, evil, malewife, kind, annoying, gay, straight, bitable, wise, feral, lovable, punchable, purple, queer-coded, and many more. This is a bracket that wants all of the most characters out there!

This is…

The Most Character Ever Tournament!

In this tournament, we will be searching to find the most character. What is the most character? Honestly, no clue.

That will be decided by you.

In this tournament, I challenge you to decide on an adjective and stick with it throughout. For example, say you choose the most skrunkly. With every poll, you will choose which character is the most skrunkly of the options. But someone else might have decided to vote for the most evil characters. And someone else may have chosen the most queer-coded! You don’t have to, of course. I can’t force you. But I’d think it’d be really cool if you all voted for characters for different reasons lol

I will be seeding. I will close submissions at 128 characters. I will accept every character submitted (as long as I’m fine with it and it doesn’t break the rules) before it hits the limit. Each poll will take a week.

Will this end up being a big mess?

Probably.

Will this take a bit because of how many characters I’m accepting?

I hope so.

Will this be a lot of work on your end?

Definitely!

Do you care?

Nope! I think it’s a fun idea, so I’m doing it and sticking to it no matter what!

Although, there are definitely some rules I have to establish regarding the characters being submitted.

No Harry Potter characters. Fuck JKR. :)

OC’s are definitely allowed! Due to them being OC’s, I would like a more detailed description of them so that I can share it for the people who have no idea who they are

No real people, ffs

Don’t spam characters

I may add more rules if I think of them, so stay tuned.

@tournamentdirectory

Inspirations:

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yknow the rule. every time bucket makes an appearance to wreck unnecessary havoc on the population, we need to see simp!bucky as financial compensation for the emotional damage done.

- gossip girl xoxo

Can’t keep his hands off you

18 + minors dni

LMAAOO whenever he gets out of his cage, we shove him back in there and avoid eye contact. Now back to our simpy baby, which he is 100% I didn’t plan on making it this long either, I was going to just write like 3 simple sentences and now look. Also I did two versions, subby and our sexy dom

What would ACTUALLY happen at a party is he would never leave your side. His arm is always around your waist and if someone gets to close, he’s pulling you to his side so they don’t try to come near you.

Doting on you the entire night.

“You want a drink baby?”

“Are you hungry”

There’s only so many places can sit; he takes a seat on the couch that’s full and you’re about to sit on the arm rest but no.

“Come here doll” he pulls you to sit on his lap, kissing and holding you. Both men and women alike are seething. You’ve gotten some dirty looks cause the handsome super soldier won’t even look at them twice. The guys are just as mad they can’t have you, esp not with bucky guarding you constantly.

(Taking this moment to give you 2 versions)

Subby bucky

You shift to adjust yourself on his lap, your eyes growing wide when you feel…

You turn to look at him and he’s engaged in a conversation with Steve sitting beside him but you definitely felt…

He grips your hips to keep you from moving, coming down to whisper in your ear.

“You gotta stop baby…”

You smirk at him shifting on his lap again and he lets out a whimper, hiding his face in your neck.

“Y/n, I can’t”

“Can’t what baby”

“M’so hard” his voice is a strained whisper, his cheeks are flushed. You get up and take his hand, leading him through the crowd to a closet. His eyes grow wide when you drop to your knees, his cock throbbing and leaking. He doesn’t last long, cumming within seconds, chanting your name when you palm and squeeze his balls while sucking he’s sensitive head.

He’s not leaving till he returns the favour. He drops to his knees, hitching your thigh on his shoulder. His face is buried in your pussy, moaning and whining at how wet you are. Tugging his cock while sucking your clit. And he’s addicted to you so even after you’ve reached your high, he’s still licking and sucking.

“Too much baby, so sensitive” you cry out but he doesn’t stop. He softens his tongue and lips, but he’s still gently suckling your sensitive nub, drinking up everything you have to give him and-

Dom bucky.

He grips your hips to keep you from squirming. You gasp when you feel it pressing into you harder, he adjusts himself, pushing himself right against your ass.

“You better stop baby” you bite your lip, teasingly grinding against him, his eyes darkening because you both know where this is going.

“So needy princess. You gonna be a good girl baby, take care of daddy?”

You nod and that’s all it takes, he has you over his shoulder, his wide frame easily making his way through the crowd. He doesn’t bother with a closet.

He finds an empty hall that anyone can walk through, it’s far enough it probably wouldn’t happen but there’s still a chance.

He has one had over your mouth while he rails you from behind,

“So. Fucking. Good” his teeth are gritted, cock throbbing, the sound of voices are approaching so you both have to finish quick. He knows your close, he can feel it. “T-together baby, cum with me y/n, fuck, cum, cum baby”

You let out a high pitched muffled whine while he empties himself into you, quickly tucking his cock in and shielding you with his body while some people walk by.

Your both a panting mess and that was hot but now he needs more, he scoops you in his arms to have his way with you all night.

Bonus

Seeing bucky toss you over his shoulder and carry you out is all they need to know, and bucky has the most smug cocky smirk hearing the team whistle and scream while you hide your face

“OKAY TERMINATOR”

“Put a baby super soldier in her”

“I think they have a breeding so that’s probably gonna happen”

“Why the hell do you know this”

“The sound proof walls are not as sound proof as you think”

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