#I imagine he'll still struggle with worth even after that but like
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oh, to fit him like a glove...
WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM
based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune
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imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.
and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.
he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.
he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.
"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.
outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.
"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.
his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.
...not yet.
he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.
his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.
"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.
"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.
"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"
he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.
"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise."
the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.
when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.
however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.
one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.
"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.
sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.
the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.
the temptation is too great.
not. yet.
this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.
if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.
the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.
" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.
"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.
rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.
"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.
his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.
"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.
"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.
sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.
you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.
he suddenly spreads your legs.
at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.
a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.
he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.
the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.
it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.
once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.
he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.
when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.
ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.
your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.
he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.
sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...
"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.
"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.
"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"
"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.
"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.
veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.
sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.
few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.
"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.
"are you trying to test my patience right now?"
you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.
" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.
his gaze softens.
"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"
and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.
you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.
you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.
sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.
"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"
you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.
he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.
"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.
you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.
such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...
his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...
sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.
" 'm cumming-"
his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.
his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.
sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.
your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.
suddenly, he stills.
it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.
when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.
"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.
"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."
not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.
your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.
"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.
his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.
you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.
sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.
cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.
"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.
his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.
"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.
all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.
he breaks away from your lips.
"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.
you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.
his thrusts slowly start back up again.
"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.
"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.
"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."
your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.
... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.
you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.
sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.
once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.
"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.
you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.
"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.
"sukuna... too full..."
he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.
"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."
he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?
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𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ I WANNA BE YOURS | percy jackson x gn!reader
percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.
the son of poseidon gazes at you with so much awe and admiration in his eyes that most people would think you had just defeated a minotaur with your bare hands, or cured cancer or saved the world from total destruction, something that would be remembered for centuries to come. but in reality, all you did was toss a few nuts to the squirrels that scurried around camp. percy jackson looks at you in such a way that even aphrodite herself would point and squeal.
though, he'd never admit to that. the only telltale sign of his infatuation is the rosy tint that creeps up the tips of his ears every time you you pass by, and his lips that struggle to stay in a straight line whenever you flash him that smile—the one that makes his heart leap up and into his throat. even after four years of friendship, percy still hasn't figured out how to sit next to you and not be totally in love with everything you do.
it's as though you have some sort of magic power over him—a power that he's powerless to resist. and as much as he'd like to deny it, he secretly revels in the feeling.
but percy jackson would never confess his desires for you—not when kronos is still actively seeking to wipe out the demigod population. he can't afford to display any signs of weakness.
but it's worth it, he thinks, to risk everything just to wrap his arms around you and plant a kiss on your lips that would set the world on fire. yet he knows he can't—not without endangering you. not without putting you in harm's way. so why is it so unbearable to imagine life without you, when you were never really his to begin with?
and in those moments, when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you, memories of your touch and your gaze playing on repeat in his mind, he's left thinking, 'did i imagine it?' did he dream up the way your touch lingered on his arm as you adjusted his armor? the way you looked at him across the dining pavilion before turning away, as if you'd been caught in the act of something secret and sweet? he must have, right? because you would never look at someone like him with such tenderness. not at someone hot-headed and impulsive, someone with so many rough edges. no, you couldn't have looked at him like that. it must all be in his head.
you couldn't have looked at him the same way he looks at you.
despite his best efforts to conceal it, percy's convinced that everyone can see right through him. he knows that everyone can see right through him. the teasing from his fellow campers has been relentless—nicknames hurled his way, each one more unflattering than the last. romeo, hopeless romantic, loverboy..
loverboy.
he's no loverboy. not some kind of lovesick puppy at the mercy of some unattainable crush. no, that nickname is only reserved for the truly whipped, those who are wrapped around someone's finger, glued to their side at all times. he's no..
and then his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, suddenly alert. and there you are, all dazzling and gorgeous, a beacon in a sea of identical orange t-shirts and jeans. you stand out as though a spotlight has been trained on you alone. which is weird because to most people you're just another camper. albeit, an incredibly beautiful camper, but still, just a camper. so why is he so infatuated with you, specifically?
maybe he is a loverboy.
the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he almost groans out loud. can't he just carve his heart out and be done with it at this point? isn't that what the poets do?
but since he never really cared for those dead old men taught in school, like edward allan poe or whatever his name was, he'll settle for just daydreaming now. he'll settle for stolen glances across the room and the brush of your hands as you reach for a book. he'll settle for relishing in your little touches and how your lips shine in blueberry chapstick until he's ready. he'll admire the curve of your nose and the triumphant hugs you give him after your team wins capture the flag. he'll settle for it until it's not enough anymore. he'll settle for it until he needs more.
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How would dad!Aemond handle his daughter(s) getting ready for dating/courting? (What if someone broke their heart? Would he be the arrange-a-marriage type? All that fun stuff) And what advice do you think canondad!aemond would give his son?
Hey there, friend! AHH this is an amazing question that I had been pondering over before anyway so I'm extra thrilled that you asked! sorry for the wait though, I've been struggling with life. OK! SO...(by the way, these are all for canon!Aemond. I wasn’t sure if, when you mentioned daughters and dating you were referring to Amaelia in my modern au as well. But do let me know and I can make a separate post! 💖)
Aemond's children: courting headcanons
Generally speaking, I think Aemond would have an inner conflict between what he knows is their duty and his own personal wishes for his children. I headcanon that none of his children are interested in courting, or at least it isn't at the front of their minds, which is amazing for Aemond, selfishly. But then, because of the times they live in, it is still a duty to keep extending the bloodline. I think he'd navigate somewhere in between, encouraging a betrothal but also having it be on their own terms as much as possible. Now! with each kid:
Elaena:
Elaena would be the least interested in courting because she's the most independent and adventurous of the three. But (and a previous anon brought this, so anon if you see this, much love to you!!) she'd be like, 'If someone wants to win my hand in marriage, they will do so in combat. Against me."
And Aemond is secretly thrilled. He knows of his daughter's skills and that it will be a hard match. Regardless of how unconventional her proposal is, he accepts it, basking in the fact that he'll have his little girl all to himself for a long while. Also in the scenario that Aegon is king in this timeline, he also accepts his niece's odd little condition to have her betrothed, so this isn't a problem. And he attends most of the matches, cheering for Elaena.
Indeed, many suitors aren't intimidated and they end up leaving the combat grounds quite angry at not being able to beat her. They were not worthy anyway.
But I'm imagining...in comes Elaena's childhood friend, with a playful grin and a determined energy. A young lord of her age, her only friend in the entire court.
He’s not all that muscled but he’s lean and agile; he’s taller than Elaena (and she’s super tall, so), has a boyish smile despite his sharp, masculine features, and his curls are never tame. He looks intimidating but he’s very goofy when it’s just the two of them, and has a calm aura that’s like the constant shore to Elaena’s tidal wave of a personality.
Elaena feels confident - she knows him better than anyone, she's trained with him, and it'll be an easy game. But just as she knows him, he does too. Has known her, her whole life, he knows her weaknesses. He ends up beating her and she's impressed and suddenly she's looking at him in an entirely different light. And honestly? she's not even mad. She does love him. She’s kinda always known.
She’s often thought that, the day that his friend gets betrothed and he gets separated from her, it’ll be the saddest day for her.
Aemond knows, he's seen them together. And he gives them his blessing, knowing that her daughter will be cared for and loved.
Vaella
I've mentioned before that Vaella is the most insecure of the three because she sees how lords and ladies of the court are always after Elaena and Aeron. She feels like, maybe she isn't as attractive or special as her siblings.
Aemond has consoled her on several occasions, telling her that she's the mirror image of her mother and the most beautiful girl in the Seven Kingdoms, that anyone who doesn’t see it is unworthy of her. He’s super fierce when it comes to reassuring her, like he’s almost angry at himself that his daughter would ever question her worth.
Vaella just smiles and shakes her head. She's still young and attached at the hip to Aemond, so she's always like, "It's alright, kepa. Elaena and Aeron can get married. I'm going to stay back with you and muña. You're my best friend after all. If I get married, who am I going to recite my poetry to?"
"To your betrothed, my sweet dove. You will find someone. Don’t lose hope.”
For the most part, Vaella acts as if she doesn't mind not courting, and Aemond doesn't push her to do it either. He prefers her being alone than her being forced into a loveless marriage, he doesn't want to see his little girl get hurt. Even if he knows that the older she gets, she feels a little bit lonely.
Time goes by, and Vaella puts herself out there and tries her luck with the lords that have struck her fancy, but she only ever gets heartbroken. Aemond is always there to soothe her, asks if he wants him to deal with it - meaning, feed them to Vaghar.
At some point, Aegon must've told Aemond to just betroth her to a good suitor, but Aemond was enraged. But afterward, maybe reader suggests that looking for a betrothal shouldn't necessarily mean going through with it, but it could be a little push. You set out to look for the best candidates to make it easier for Vaella to navigate courting. And they're all very nice and lovely to her, even when she's still a little weary of getting hurt.
Then a lord just two years older than her, comes in. Maybe he’s from the North. He comes in, looking just as reluctant as her to be put through it, so Vaella is thinking this is just wasting everyone’s time. In a moment of desperation at the dinner table, she excuses herself and goes out to the balcony for fresh air by herself. After a moment, the lord comes out and very shyly approaches her. With the sunset, Vaella notices that his eyes gleam with kindness, and his eyelashes are long when he looks down at the ground, pulling something out of a satchel, “I was told that you were keen on the arts. I was hoping to give you this towards the end of my stay here, but I figured you might want this now. You seemed a little annoyed during dinner so, I hope this will cheer you up, if only a little bit.”
It’s a brand new stack of parchment paper, and a set of very nice charcoals. Vaella is smitten right then and there, and when she smiles at the Lord, he’s struck by her beauty as well.
Aemond had been looking for her too, but stood back hidden in a corner watching the exchange when he spotted them. He feels a little melancholic because he knows this is it. His baby is no longer his baby, but he’s also happy that she’s finally found someone kind that will love her in the way that she deserves.
Aeron
Oh, Aeron. Baby boy Aeron, he’s so clueless lmao. He seriously has no clue that all the ladies at court fawn over him.
When they flirt or approach him he’s just — he doesn’t catch any hints at all.
Because of their world, I think Aemond would feel that because Aeron is his only son, he’d need to put more pressure on him to marry. But in his heart he doesn’t want to do that with any of his children. He does end up caving with Aeron, he’s a man of his time.
Aemond is constantly bringing up names to Aeron as they train together, but Aeron just shrugs his shoulders and gives him vague responses like, “Oh yes, I’ve seen her around the Keep. I’ve never talked to her, though”. “Her? Isn’t she rumored to be seeing a commoner?”, “Who? Oh I don’t know who she is. What did you say her name was?”
One time Aemond has had it and he’s very direct with Aeron and tells him, straight to the point. “You do know you’re gonna have to get married, son? Elaena has already been betrothed. And we’ve been seaking suitors for Vaella day and night. You’re going to have to follow, my boy. Sooner or later…”
Aeron is like, “But kepa, I…I just…you’ve always said that with muña you felt a connection. A bond. I…I just don’t feel it with any of the ladies that approach me…I don’t know how to go about it all. I don’t know what to do…”
“Would it be easier for you to be betrothed? For us to help you choose — “
“ — No! I mean…there is someone…I just don’t know how to approach her. She’s never around in the training grounds, and I only see her when I go to the library. I don’t want to disturb her reading time, so I just…what do I do!?”
Aemond chuckles, completely understanding Aaron’s hesitance to interrupt someone when they’re reading. He’s raised him well — especially if he has his eyes set out on someone who frequents one of Aemond’s (and Aeron’s) favorite places. “Tell me more about her”
Aeron tells him how she’s a witchy looking girl of his own age, who’s always reading about fantasy tales and mythology. She seems so serious all the time, has a very potent gaze — hence the fear of disturbing her. She intrigues him like no one else does. Aemond encourages Aeron, as it seems they have common ground and he can use that to his advantage. Aemond suggests that, if speaking seems too daunting of a task, he could start by passing her notes while they’re both at the library. Be respectful and playful, comment on the things she’s reading.
It works like a charm. Aeron goes to Aemond all happy and is like, “Kepa!!!! You are a genius!!! It worked!! What do I do now!????” And Aemond is sooo so pleased and giddy, and he ends up coaching his son all through the initial, awkward little period before Aeron starts courting her officially, and it ends up being smooth sailing from then on. He just needed that little push.
Safe to say, the rest of the ladies were utterly devastated the day Aeron Targaryen got married.
#aemond targaryen#dad!aemond#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen x you#aemond targaryen headcanons#aemond targaryen fanfiction#hotd#house of the dragon#headcanons#my writing#aemond’s children#my oc: elaena targaryen#my oc: aeron targaryen#my oc: vaella targaryen#ewan mitchell
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Ais headcanons pt 2 ! (Touchstarved)
GN reader - no warnings | Ais, my beloved. My brain won't stop thinking about him, there's so much to say omg ! I need to draw him this is serious :')
+ Not really a headcanon but when I first saw Ais in the trailer I thought he would be a kinda pirate character :') don't make fun of me lmaouiadubgziu !! I really imagined our first encounter with him on the coast of the city/harbor and that his story would be based on pirate tales and marine legends. I'm still sticking to my idea that it would be fucking awesome to have Ais as a captain or something, traveling the seas and oceans with him and his crew. (let me dream) PIRATE AIS AU WHEN ????!!? (Helloooo sailor !!)
• Has really pretty hands for someone who fights so much ! Likes to be presentable in front of you.
• He's a simp in his own ways. Someone making a remark about how good looking you are, he's gonna brag "Damn right they are ! Look at them."
• If you're mixed or have unusual features for your ethnicity, he would try to guess your origins (and he's strangely good at it ?). And if you have a weird/rare mix it's even more fun to see him struggle a bit.
• Likes to share foods ! Please feed him, he loves it. He'll just watch your dish with insistance until you ask him "You want some ?" and lean opening his mouth. He'll gently make you taste his meal in return. You're his little sparrow after all, so of course he's gonna let you peck in his plate.
• If your gaze meets his, he'll wink casually. It's his way to say "Hi babe."
• Completely forgot to ad this in my last hc post but !! If you use ASL, he will learn just so he can talk with you. Teach him everything you know, he's a good student >:) And if you happen to know how to read lips, this man would be thrilled to learn how to do it ! I just know he'd love to spy on people's conversation and gossip with you hehehe
• When you guys go on a walk and see sparrows he's always saying stuff like "Look, your friends' saying hi !" "This one looks just like you, cute." or "Wonder who's the real little sparrow… Sure you're not an impostor hm ?"
• When he doesn't smoke, he smells like a mix of cloves, iodine, humid air & metal (you know what i mean ?)
• Ties up his hair in a little ponytail sometimes and it's the cutest thing ever !!!
• If you're sensitive to the smell of cigarette (I personally despise that shit), he'd be careful not to smoke near you or puff in your direction. Passive smoking is not an option ! When you tell him it's fine, he responds "I don't want to screw up your healthy lil lungs !"
↑ However if you take cigs too, he'll gladly share a smoke with you. Really likes to have a calm talk with you while you guys enjoy your stuff. (+ shotgun kiss grrr)
• If you trip on your feet or something while walking, no need to feel ashamed. He would simply do the same on purpose to reassure you and act like it's something casual. "Can't watch my feet either apparently :)" You can be clumsy around him, do not worry !
• We know he doesn't like easy fights and he's kinda into brats so… give him challenges. Dumb ones, hard ones whatever you want ! He needs adrenaline and what's better than a little dare. "Bet you can't climb that tree in less than twenty seconds !" "Oh yeah ? Don't be presumptuous, I'll show you." and there he goes, perching himself on a big branch.
• Related to that... You're a snarky little shit ? Good. He likes it. Be cocky with him, that's what he needs. Of course he loves your soft side but no bickering nor teasing would be boring. This man needs a challenge.
• Loves going on walks with you and his babies (soulless). He'd show you around, make you visit nice places you've never been to and you get to play with Princess + the rest of the pack ! Sometimes his destinations are a little perilous but it's worth the risk. Two whole hours walking in the mist to watch the sunset ? Okay let's go, handsome !
• You're a trans person ? Great. He is too. Now go makeout like the T4T couple you are. (My Ais is trans and I won't come back on this statement 🏃🏽♂️💨)
• Always rests his hand on your hip. Number one resting place, comfortable & perfect shape for it. Sometimes the touch feels almost ghosting against you, you wonder if you're imagining things. Please, do the same for him. His waist is literally snatched with that pretty belt of his, perfect place to put your hands on ! He would really appreciate.
• He's good with makeup. Let him put you some red eyeliner so you guys can match ;) Just imagine him holding your face gently while he's concentrated on making a cool pattern with the liner. "Don't move." "I'm trying sorry !" "Am I that distracting to you ?". He won't mind if you try some on him. Dark lipstick omg, he'll rock that shit !
#touchstarved game#ais#touchstarved ais#touchstarved#ais x reader#gn reader#ais touchstarved#headcanons#touchstarved headcanons#touchstarved demo#red spring studios#so obsessed with this guy it's insane !#okay but guys imagine trans pirate Ais i-#promise i'll write about the other guys don't worry#my hcs
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☆《Returning home to you.》☆
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A/N: Alright so, I'm noticing, that I'm getting really burnt out with writing for hsr recently and to keep my mental health from tanking completely, I've decided to write something for my current Chainsaw man obsession as a small break! I hope you guys will like it!<33
Featured characters: Aki, Denji, Power, Makima
Content: Fluff, established relationship, some angst because it's csm, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not fully proofread))
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》Aki Hayakawa
For Aki, the best time of the day, is him finally being able to come home to you. He never thought that he'd ever find a s/o to return to after a long day of work, as he was always so hellbent on revenge and could die at any given moment due to his occupation. And yet, he still found you, the only person that made living still worth a damn on his hardest days.
You take care of him so well too. You always greet Aki at the door, happily helping him out of his jacket, as you tell him about the mundane things you've done that day. You give him a sense of normalcy he always secretly craved to have deep down. He is starved for attention and knows he's lucky to have you.
The moment he steps through the front door and sees you, he can leave the evil truth of the world behind, until his next shift inevitably begins. Sure, not everything always goes as smoothly and he knows, that this won't last forever. But in your arms, he can pretend that it will.
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》Denji
He sometimes thinks that he's dreaming, whenever he comes home to you. He still can't believe, that he actually achieved everything he always wanted to. He has a pretty s/o, good food and a seemingly better getting life! It's all he wanted and more! So whenever he does come home, he immideatly pulls you into a hug, happily muttering to himself about how proud he is.
He loves it, when you cook food for him. He doesn't care what it is or if it's good. Denji doesn't discriminate and whatever you cook is certainly much better than whatever he was used to. He'll practically praise everything you do for him. As a thank you, he'll get you flowers or gifts. Even if they aren't the best, you still know that he appreciates you greatly.
To him, you are one the first people that gave him the sense of a home. He was always only able to imagine how it must've felt like, but now that he has it for real, he won't let you go. He can't let you go. Not when you make him feel like a loved human for once.
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》Power
It's a miracle, that she even properly finds her way home, after a long day at work. And when does, she's usually muddy or covered with blood, which results in her being forced into a bath, before she dirties the floor you just cleaned. Meowy often watches you struggle with Power, as she calls out for the cats help.
You are her favourite human and should be proud that you are. She tells you so everyday and expects you to thank her, which also earns her a deadpan and a shake of your head. But as much as she acts superior to you, she actually does appreciate everything you do for her. Especially the safe home you provide for her and her cat.
She often therefore thanks you in unconventional ways, like bringing you dead birds or wild flowers she found... she's trying, I promise. But her presence is surely a thank you enough too, right?
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》Makima
Makima comes home calmly and seemingly stress-free. She often always has something to give you and her dogs as well. Pretty flowers for you and treats for them. She always greets you all cheerfully, before just simply demanding hugs and affection from you.
She clinges onto you at home, thanking you for your loyalty and being so good for her, before she helps you out with some house chores. She loves it, when you do domestic things together, as she doesn't really have the need to rest after work.
She never speaks of work with you and you never ask either. She doesn't let any of her "co-workers" know that she has a partner anyways, as you are her little secret. You are a separate part of her life as a devil hunter and the only sense of normalcy she has outside of it. It's why she appreciates you so much and makes sure you always know that, even after she had a long and tiring day.
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A/N: So this is my first time writing for csm characters and I hope it's okay! It honestly helped me feel alot better too!<33
Csm requests are also appreciated!<33
#chainsaw man#chainsaw man x reader#csm x reader#csm aki#csm aki x reader#csm denji#csm denji x reader#csm makima#csm makima x reader#csm power#csm power x reader#csm#chainsaw man fanfiction
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Uughhhh your everlark art. Love it so much :D Please share your headcanon or story?!? Thank you.....
Ohoh, well if you insist...hold on to your butts, it's gonna get technical.
I've seen some discussion about whether Peeta's prosthetic is permanent or removable. Personally I think that it IS removable because:
1. You can't stick implants in bones that are still growing. The recommended age for osseointegration is 18+, because otherwise there's every chance the bone will just, like. Push it out.
2. He's described in CF as lacking coordination and struggling to keep up with The Gang which is more common with the classic socket models.
3. Honestly I don't think Snow would see it as worth the cost. Implants are expensive and require a lot of rehab after surgery. If he was a solo victor then he might be worth the investment (bc who'd pay for damaged goods? To be clear this is NOT my opinion, but the Capitol's - they're obsessed with aesthetics after all.) Also he wouldn't have a support system to help him through it - his family basically ignores him when he comes back.
So I think that Peeta likely has a stump and removable leg. It's probably overdesigned and far too ornate to be comfortable OR useful, and he'll get all the symptoms and side effects associated with it. At least all of his clothes now are Capitol made so they're prosthetic friendly.
BUT. Then the revolution happens. Again I don't think Snow cares long-term about his welfare (obvs lmao) so they probably just slap a leg on him with the medical equivalent of super glue and send him off to murder Katniss and/or die trying.
When he gets caught in The Fire the prosthetic melts onto his leg and damages even more tissue. During reconstruction he's given the implant instead, because a doctor finally wants this boy to live past his teens. That's why it takes him longer to return to D12 - in addition to the therapy he's also got rehab. The leg/foot is still removable, but there's fewer side effects and overall it's far more comfortable (it's also waterproof, so bring on the cute lake scenes!)
This is the version featured in my pic :)
Also any non-Capitol made clothes he just cuts the left leg off bc who can be bothered dealing with that first thing in the morning. Katniss sews fur-lined stump warmers for the winter to cover the exposed skin. She also makes him a little leather cap for the implant when he takes his leg off at night, bc it is Not Fun getting whacked with a titanium pole when trying to sleep (I imagine he's a twitchy sleeper post-MJ)
#sorry anon you were probably hoping for some cute hcs#but i Did Research and now everyone has to know about it#osseointegration is so cool though i really recommend looking into it#you can tell i thought way too much about this#the hunger games#peeta mellark#peeta's leg#rambles
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Who is Elystan?
Today, October 31, is my OC Elystan's birthday.
Bio
Elystan Allister Philimond Talfrin Liddick is the only surviving child of King Talfrin of Corege and his wife Bethira. Just barely surviving, actually--he has a variety of health problems, including severe asthma and a heart condition. For the sake of his health (and to keep this embarrassing fact as much out of the public eye as possible), he has grown up in a separate household from his parents, at a country estate alongside his half-brother Delclis and cared for a full-time live-in nurse who has become more of a mother figure to him than Bethira. Elystan is bright, imaginative, and eager to explore all life's possibilities and someday become the dynamic monarch his father wants him to be, but he's also physically limited, socially isolated, and struggles with his father's inconsistent affection and dismissal.
So he's developed a mixture of denying his illnesses or using them to manipulate, depending on the situation. The combination of being heir to the throne and a semi-invalid who mustn't be upset in any way hasn't been good for him, and he's rather a self-centered, conniving little jerk when introduced.
And then his father unexpectedly is forced to abdicate. The throne goes not to Elystan but to Delclis, and Elystan is left without a title and without his beloved father after Talfrin goes into exile. But before long, Talfrin heads a revolt to retake the throne and enlists Elystan's ready assistance. They do not succeed.
From there, things go from bad to worse for an increasingly embittered Elystan, culminating in a rashly written and treasonous letter that leads his mother to get involved and send him off to boarding school, where he'll be sure to make plenty of friends, stay busy with his studies, and won't be able to cause Delclis any further trouble--won't he?
Why I Love Him
He's probably the least likeable of my main cast. He's a total jerk. He persists in being a total jerk. He wants friends but is horrible to every potential connection. He wants to be loved but is nothing but difficult to his entire family, except his father, who is the worst possible influence. All his attachment figures leave him. He's afraid of death but pretends he isn't. He acts superior but privately hates himself for not living up to the model of vigorous masculinity that his father wants him to be. He thinks he's the smartest person in the room. He usually isn't. He has an active sense of humor and loves the sound of his own voice. He wears ridiculously garish dressing gowns. He's the worst. Maybe he doesn't have to be that forever. Maybe he can grow. Maybe even someone like him can be worth caring about.
Description
For someone so small for his age, Elystan had presence. He was as slight and fragile as if constructed out of paper, but he held his head high, his scissor-snipped features in their narrow face on full display, pale against his black hair. His large blue eyes and the crook of amusement in the corner of his mouth did not seem to belong to the same face. He chattered authoritatively, with no apparent concern for the breathless thinness of his voice and the coughs that often punctuated his sentences. Very few people ever came close enough to notice the faint blueness in his complexion or the dark rims of his eyes, and even fewer had ever caught the times when his carefully trained regal posture slipped into a bent back and high shoulders, as if he were transforming into a question mark.
Further Info
There are lists of random OC facts for him here and here. These are somewhat old lists, created when I was still trying to more fully develop the character, and I might need to revisit/rethink them, but you get the idea.
Appearances
In a Nutshell (at age ten)
Curative (also at age ten)
Book 2 Chapter Eight from Elystan’s POV (probably will not remain canon since I need to overhaul this story but I still think his POV here is fun)
Elystan's Infamous Lamplight Letter (shortly before Book 3)
A Visit from the Murderess (shortly before Book 3)
Elystan meets Morstyn Hollock (some point during Book 3)
A Christmas Chapter (Elystan’s POV) (some point during Book 3)
He also has supporting/minor roles in
Seeing the Elephant
A Building Project
Prequel scene for Book 2
Book 2 Chapter Two
Book 2 Chapter Three
Book 2 Chapter Four
Book 2 Chapter Six
Picnic in the Clock Tower
Book 3 Chapter Two
A Christmas Chapter: Tamett's POV
A Christmas Chapter: Josiah's POV
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Some scrapped scene/dialogue. Will they make it into the story? Not sure. But enjoy!
THUD!
Hans glares at Ron. "You want to know why we hate you so much? WE had to clean up YOUR mess."
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Hans grins sardonically at Ron. "Let's look over a scenario with Cale and the dog you love comparing him to. Imagine a young pup and a man. The man raised the pup since it was born. He gave the pup food, love, and attention for all of its life. The pup loved the man so much. Then the man left."
Ron stares silently at Hans.
"The man left the dog without a single word or reason why. The dog is left wondering, what did it do wrong? Maybe it played too hard? Maybe it barked too loud? Maybe it wasn't worth loving. For years and years, the dog would wonder over and over and OVER AGAIN why the man would leave it."
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"You want to know why it's so easy to abuse a dog? Because they're loyal. Because no matter how many times you leave, the dog will ALWAYS love you. Maybe it will hesitate. Maybe it will wonder 'will he leave again?'. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. That dog will always love you. And he'll die for you."
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"You don't know what it's like to have to watch Cale agonise over you. He loved you so much and he STILL loves you. No matter how much you or anyone else hurts him, he will ALWAYS love them."
Hans looks away while griting his teeth.
"And the fucked up part? I know for a fact that you DID love him back. But you were too blinded in your quest for vengeance that you forgot that he cared. Or maybe you never cared. To me, it would have been better if you didn't. Because then Cale wouldn't struggle so much."
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"Call us unreasonable. Call us rude and insane for holding all of you accountable for actions you haven't done in this timeline. I don't care! SOMEONE has to stand up for Cale because for so long, NOBODY DID!"
Hans leans close, nearly nose to nose with Ron.
"You want to know something else?"
Hans steps away from Ron with a bitter expression.
"Cale is too understanding for his own good. Because even after everything he's been through, after all the hurt and pain you caused him, he already forgives you."
Hans glares at him with tears in his eyes. "He forgave you a long time ago."
#tcf#scrapped dialogue#maybe#there are a lot of scenes that didnt make it into the story#lcf#trash of the count’s family#trash of the counts family#tcf fic#lcf fic#tcf hans
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A Sleepless Night
Pairing: Iorveth/Vernon Roche
Rating: E
Sumarry:
The life of a soldier working in the middle of the woods is lonely, and even if you try to get some time for yourself after dark, who should you think of when your most exciting part of the day is hunting squirrels?
Vernon sounds like he is SO MUCH in a closet in this fic.
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It was long after midnight and Roche was lying in his tent still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep. Again.
The camp was quiet - or as quiet as an army camp can get in the middle of the night - someone in the tent right next to his was snoring so loudly that even the poles were shaking, and Ves also stopped wiggling a long time ago and now her breathing was calm and regular. Just Roche couldn’t find peace. It was probably the full moon to blame. Despite the thick fabric, there was an awful lot of light coming in there, and he had trouble falling asleep in the light since he was a little boy. And you can’t sleep with your head buried in the pillow the whole night, no matter how hard he tried.
The muffled voices of the patrol also inevitably belong to the normal hum of the camp. For a moment he considered that he might send one of his men to sleep and take his turn, but damn, he was so tired. Just the thought of getting up was killing him, so no luck for the boys, it’s on their shoulders.
He should try to get some sleep, though, or he'll face another day of crawling around the camp like the corpse of some sorcerer's apprentice trying his hand at necromancy in vain.
He rolled over - for the fiftieth time that night - and sighed. Just a few more moments and he’ll count sheep out of desperation. The last time he did it he got to about seven hundred when he gave up. Damn sheep.
"I've heard you can buy every single girl there at once!" The patrol's conversation grew louder. Wonderful.
"At once! How the hell are you supposed to outlive that? Your cock must catch on fire by the third one."
"Well, you can give it a shot yourself if you get your furlough. It's a bit of a hike to Novigrad, but it's definitely worth it. If I had the dough, I’d definitely bang there for dear life even if it should kill me!"
Roche rolled his eyes. Of course, the men would only have sex on their minds. It’s true that in their situation, they don’t have much fun in the middle of the woods. Be it city guards, their work would be easier and sex more accessible, but they are the Blue Stripes and right now the furlough is their only chance to reward themselves for their service.
He himself almost didn’t remember when was the last time he had a successful date. Although he had opportunities to get out and have a moment to himself, his morals and past made brothels a disgusting reminder; seeing his mother in every woman’s face. And the older he got, the harder it was to win a woman's favour without the help of money or a lot of alcohol and luck. Yeah, it was bad.
He rolled over for the fifty-first time and listened again to the sounds around him: Ves - still breathing regularly; the tent next to him - still in a deep coma; the patrol - engaged in sharing wild stories some of which may even have been true. And the snoring would drown out any sounds that might escape him.
He let his hand slowly wander under his blanket. Well, why not? It would be better than hearing about Novigrad, Vizima or any other brothels for the next two hours. And maybe it will help him sleep.
He struggled with the laces of his pants for a moment or two before he finally managed to untie the codpiece and slip his hand into his breeches and around his soft member.
He allowed himself just a little bit of friction to test if it was even the right mood. Sometimes - now more often than when he was younger - he could do whatever he tried, but he wouldn't get even half hard. Today was apparently not one of those days, but he needed a little help from his own imagination.
Just some sweet little memories. Just the face and smile of some cute girl, so he can imagine it's her hand and look at her curves inside his mind while touching himself.
"-and we were slipping coins in his butt!"
"Really?"
"Well, not really his butt, but in his pants! And he didn't notice until-"
Fuck. It's not going to work with those assholes sharing their drunk stories this loud.
He pulled the edges of his chaperone lower so it would block the sound a little more and tried to search in his memories for something more vivid that would keep him far away from reality.
Think of something else. He kept searching in his head, but recalling the voice was perhaps even more difficult than recalling faces. The only female voice he knew well enough to be able to recall at any time was Ves', and he wouldn't do that even in his greatest desperation. That was just wrong. Not just that any commander shouldn't mess up the hierarchy in his unit with this crap, but Ves was like his own daughter! No, just no. Anyone else.
His last sexual encounter happened so long ago that all that was left was some blurry feeling. To be fair, he was also drunk, which didn’t help at all. Honestly, he was amazed that he even got it up that night.
Shit, this also isn’t something to get hard about.
The harder he thought, the more his strokes became uncomfortable rather than leading him to climax. But he will probably have nothing left but to jerk off until he’ll eventually come.
He spat in his hand to make it more enjoyable and shifted a little bit. If he is going to do this without any help from his brain, he has to be comfortable enough.
He shouldn’t be so surprised by this lack of erotic thoughts. All he does is shout at his men in camp, to do their duties and train in their spare moments, then he stretches his brain over plans and orders, then takes a few sips of something strong and goes to sleep. And the next day, all over again.
His biggest thrills are encounters with the squirrels, and his greatest fun: sparring with Iorveth. But he wouldn’t change this life. Some other man probably would have, but not Vernon Roche. In a way, the thrill of fighting is often quite comparable to sex. No! Not like that! He doesn't have any weird kinks!
Although the fact is that if that were the case, he would recall Iorveth's voice and that scarred face of his anywhere and under any circumstances. Arrogant prick. He could almost hear him, mocking. "Can't even find someone to beat your meat to."
Vernon's grip tightened and he hissed. Persistence was starting to pay off, he was slowly getting closer to the edge. He let out a long breath and began to thrust his hips slowly in sync with the movements of his palm.
Iorveth is definitely not going to have it any easier, he continued in his thoughts. Roche and the Blue Stripes don't let them rest. If he's not sleeping with his squirrels, his biggest thrill is probably when he accidentally rubs against Roche’s knee in a knife fight. If he would even notice such a thing through the two pointless gambesons he wears.
Funny picture, Iorveth trying to jerk off to a barely felt touch through the layers of armour because no one else would touch him except with the edge of the sword. Who would want to sleep with a prick like him? Bet it has nothing to do with how he looks. They're all outlaws and soldiers with lots of scars, and all it takes is darkness and the right angle, and there's no need to worry about something like that. Roche just couldn’t imagine Iorveth shutting his mouth even during sex, and his bullshit is unbearable. Is Iorveth able to maintain his arrogant tone even when he comes?
Roche groaned and quickly grabbed the pillow to muffle the noises he was making. He slowly began to feel the sweet, pleasant, hot tension in his belly raising. The pressure building. The waiting.
His mind wandered freely, following the exact idea of Iorveth going off somewhere to make himself feel good. It has to be like this. Roche wouldn't stand the thought of his rival having a better sex life than he has.
The image made itself, Roche didn't even have to try. Somewhere at the edge of their hideout - Iorveth has to be someone who has to hide to do this. He probably sleeps alone, just under a tarpaulin or something. And only when everyone is asleep does he allow himself a little distraction.
Iorveth with his hose untied. Whining in high humiliating tones, probably covering his mouth with his hand so no one can hear how ridiculous he sounds, long cock in the other hand. Yeah, Iorveth looks like someone with a long and slender cock. Just like his impossibly long legs covered in that elven tattoo. Roche couldn't actually know if the tattoo goes all the way down, of course. He was just guessing. But oh gods, if it goes all the way down does it also mean...
A trickle of sweat ran down Roche's back, and his movements became frantic.
He was touching himself, and in his imagination, Iorveth did the same. He did it exactly how Roche likes it. Would Iorveth like it the same way? Would the same moves get the right reactions from the elf?
In his mind, Iorveth's scarf was missing, so he could imagine his face properly. He didn't actually know how the scar looked under it, but he got some idea. Right now both of his eyes are closed - the good and the blind one. Wait, does he even still have the eye? Never mind. Now there's no time for this.
His eyes are closed. His eyebrows frowned in expectation of his own orgasm. He is just as close as Roche is.
Panting. Whining, no, moaning softly. His voice is much, much softer when he is like this. Doesn't match his face at all. Or maybe it does. From a close distance - and Roche has been this close many times - the remains of his face are soft and... beautiful. There's something almost fragile in that single green eye. And something hot about the high cheekbones.
Now when he was thinking about it, he could also imagine the blush covering his cheeks, maybe even his chest. Does his shirt have the same absurdly low neckline as his gambeson? Fuck it, in this image it does.
"Yeah, just like that," gasped Iorveth in that strange soft version of his voice. His back arched into an incredible curve, and his dark hair spilt over the sheep's fleece and stuck to his forehead.
He was ready to come any minute now. Just like Roche. Their hips were now moving in a chaotic order, just shaking, just trying to reach the edge and finally, finally letting go.
Iorveth licked his damaged lips, in the light of the full moon glistening wet. “Come for me, Vernon.“
Roche had to cover his mouth with a pillow to keep himself from screaming out loud. He was shaking and couldn't catch his breath. He was coming in waves, lifting his hips from the bed, until his legs went completely numb and all energy escaped from his body. He wasn't even capable of managing the mess he has done, and now he had his cum all over his hand and in his breeches.
His head was spinning, and it took him several long minutes to get hold of himself, to even realize where and who he was. He probably never came this hard just from touching himself and imagining...
Oh, gods! He seriously just came from the image of-… Something was seriously wrong with him. Wrong. He had to get out of here, he had to get out of this forest and not come back for some time. He will take time off and go somewhere far away where the women will be very permissive and willing even to someone like him, so that he can completely erase what he was just thinking about. He's always had a very vivid imagination - a soldier always in the field has to, so that he doesn't go crazy - but this? Of all the people in the world, Iorveth? Now how was he even supposed to fight him without seeing his dick behind his eyes?
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Roche asked himself and tiredly rubbed his eyes with the clean hand. He has to go clean himself quietly. Just rinsing with water from the flask won't do it this time, he has to change his clothes and make his way to the river tomorrow.
But before he could finish only the thought of getting up, a voice came from the other side of the tent: "Roche, you're quite old for pillorying yourself over masturbation, but for gods' sake, keep it quiet next time. People want to sleep here."
Not that just Ves wasn't sleeping anymore, even the snoring stopped. And if others didn't hear him coming, they definitely had to hear Ves now.
Oh fuck.
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This fanfic was written on the input of @tumbleweedtech aka "write an explicit fanfiction every time Marina writes you anonymous hateful message" so I guess here we go. She found me as well. #Fuck Haters Write More Fic
My fanfics are happening in some non-specific time where Vernon is just out there hunting squirrels and Iorveth, I don't care that in The Witcher 2 it was supposed to be their first in-person meeting (but I guess we all have agreed on this somehow). Also, it looks like I've got a pattern of these two to not actually do anything in person, but still be all over themselves. The next fic should probably be from Iorveth's POV so Vernon isn't the only one looking crazy.
This is my first ever explicit fanfic and as always, English is not my first language, so sorry if anything feels off.
Thank you for reading!
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Any Canon!Eggdad headcanons you got?
I have a headcanon that when (or if, for that matter) Eggman dies, Sage will take over the empire but keep keep his logo and general aesthetic intact out of honor.
I have this funny post where I say I think Eggman would be highly against passing the empire on to anyone, not even to Sage. He wants to have the world to himself and I think that he feels that if he can't have it, no one can. I think he'd rather take the world with him in death and blow it up before even entertaining the idea of passing it down it for a second lol. He called it the Eggman Empire and Eggmanland and has his visage plastered on everything for a reason. He wants to be the center of attention and for it to be all for him and about him and nothing more or less. His ego and greed would never allow it.
I like how you say "if", because I also imagine that if he has the choice and ability, he'll want to extend his lifespan or immortalize himself in any way because he needs all the time in the world to build and rule his empire, especially as an older man already. With all the crazy shit he's survived, age is the only thing currently that could kill him. But he needs the time to build it all and enjoy it, he didn't build a throne to pass it down to someone else in matter of a few decades or so! And that can tie into his refusal to let anyone else take his place when he's not around, it can't happen if he never dies in the first place.
But if he did die then of course someone would have to take it over whether he wants it or not. But he certainly wouldn't leave anything in a will, he gives nothing to nobody, not even in death! Sage would be the most appropriate of his existing creations to take the reigns with her loyalty, devotion, and respect for him until the end. But I think she'd be hesitant to do anything without his authorization and struggle with it, while Orbot and Cubot would just be like "hey he's gone and we're free now, it doesn't matter what he wanted" but she'd feel like she's betraying his wishes so it'll always feel wrong. Pretty sad thought.
But yeah, I think she'd be very careful and strictly compliant to his orders and wishes as if he never left because her honoring of him and his wishes will remain strong forever. She'd maintain it the exact way he left it with its design, aesthetics, and all, and run it only exactly how he did. It'd make you forget you're in a world with Eggman no longer in it, when you're still surrounded by him and his ideas and rules, with his image plastered everywhere just like he wanted. It would look like he never left and is going to come back any moment and take his seat on his throne but he's never going to come back again.
While everyone gets to remember him and it feels like his spirit is still alive and they're never able to forget him, it would only constantly remind Sage of the truth after being much closer to him but she'd willingly live with never being able to move on and escape the pain, just for him to get what he wants like always. She wants to think those efforts would make him proud, even if her taking over wasn't what he wanted, but she remembers how mad he'd get when she did anything differently so she'd always feel a little bad for that. But she never stops having his best interests in mind, no matter what she does.
I'm feeling emo about this lol. If I was in the Sonic Universe and he was real and really had existed in my world, a world without Eggman in it after he died would be so fucked and not one worth living in ahakgbskgjskg
Anyway yeah! I've been thinking of further developing some more of my canon accurate Eggdad headcanons for some more posts but I still need to get started on that properly and I haven't had the time but stay tuned because I definitely want to contribute to the small amount of canon accurate Eggman and Sage Eggdad fan stuff.
But aside from this, I also have some others that I've already shared that I'll compile here:
This funny one about how Eggman would talk about Sage to other parents based on the things that specifically made him value her
Eggman brags about Sage being better and superior to Maria based on his thoughts on her in the memos
A father's day concept with Eggman, Sage, Metal, and Orbot and Cubot
Eggman shows a warning to Sage so she knows why it's important to stay loyal and efficient in subtle but eerie and unsettling way
Two posts of me talking about the chaotic villainous antics that I really want to see with them hehe
Eggman making people into robots for Sage to play with so she'll view them as toys and play things like he does
That's all of them so far I'm pretty sure, aside from my most controversial problematic fucked up short concept I shared that people got really mad at lol
More to come!
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THAT YUZURU FIC. So good I'm floored actually.
Perfect segway for me because I've wanted to ramble abt him FOREVER.
I need to breed him so bad. I imagine he'd be super hesitant about it at first but after enough convincing I think it'd be possible. He needs some time off, really. He never rests, he never takes a break, he's always so busy... but surely he'd have to slow down if he was carrying your child, right?
Of course he'd still try to carry on his duties as a butler, but force him to rest, take over for him, just give the poor thing a break. He'll be even busier in 9 months, anyway.
He'll have to go on a hiatus from idol work, too, since he wouldn't want anyone publicly knowing about his pregnancy, but it's good for him. Stay by his side, pamper him, make him feel loved... He needs it.
I've never written anything like this before so I apologize if it's ass I just needed to get these thoughts out of my head and actually written somewhere 🙏
Oughogugheh he’d be the perfect dad but the actual pregnancy stresses him out so much. he feels like he needs to fulfill every obligation given to him, but babies and idol work dont go together at all. yuzuru hesitates of course, it means practically a year off work, but all his bosses agree a maternal leave is well deserved if not well needed.
it’s easy enough for him to keep doing his usual butler and idol work at the start, until his belly starts to grow and his uniform doesnt fit anymore, then it’s way harder to get him to stop. even his stress relief is cleaning the house so getting him to settle down and relax without tiring out his body is near impossible. probably the worst is once he’s struggling to even stand up without help, he feels useless and he’ll get pretty emotional even if you tell him carrying your baby is enough. it’ll all be worth it once he’s got your kid in his arms, though you’ll still have to make sure he stays at home long enough to recover
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i love ferrari, as an italian here ferrari is huge more than you can imagine. when i thought of f1 as a child i always thought of ferrari. ferrari is my team. the red, la rossa, is passion and pain.
i was a child when i fell in love with the sport, i saw the cars go vroom vroom and that was it. i watched every race, every saturday and sunday when a race was on it was a f1 weekend for my family. at that time michael was with ferrari so almost every weekend was a victory, it was a celebration every weekend. i loved ferrari and i loved michael even when i was too little to fully understand every details.
then everything with michael happened and couldn't watch it anymore, it hurted me. i watched some race here and there, it hurted see ferrari, my team to struggle for so many years, i celebrated every win even when i didn't love that much the sport anymore, but ferrari was it even with less wins than michael's era.
then charles happened, bahrain 2022 happened, i watched the race randomly, i watched this insane little man lap after lap, battling for the lead and then cross the finish line and i didn't dare to remove my eyes from the tv, i was enchanted just like i was as a child, i fell in love again with the sport, with ferrari and with him. he gave me every single emotions i felt before and even more because now i understood more.
so i started watched again and race after race it was like magic, he was like magic, he is magic. ferrari has in their hands someone that is so much like michael, the respect of team, even when it hurts he hugs and cheers up every single mechanic, he's the first and last to go, he is one of the greatest on the grid, he's a beast with that car and this team it's throwing away so much, it's pushing him so much and they can't afford to lose him.
he suffered so much in the last years, he didn't have a car good enough for him, but he pushed and pushed and even with a tractor he delivered. then finally this year it seemed that the car was finally was good enough for him and i wanna believe it still is, but what happened in these last three races he didn't deserved at all. he's there, he has everything, he's so ready for the championship and then ferrari do again this shit.
yes, even with michael this kind of shit happened and no it doesn't hurt any less. charles breathes for ferrari, it's his team, he's ferrari, there isn't a single time worth of him even when they fuck up.
ferrari is passion and is pain. he knows for this he didn't gave up yet and i love ferrari but now with him like i was with michales i'm first a charles's fan and then a ferrari fan. and if one day he'll decide to leave the team, i will support him because he deserves everything.
how i wish michael was here to witness how great charles is, i know he would give him so many advices and to fight with the team when it was the right thing to do, to ask for more because he can do it, he totally can. but i know that he will love him like we do.
so yeah charles deserves everything and what ferrari did to him it's not fair at all, he didn't deserved any of this, but as he always does and says he'll come back stronger and deliver once more. it's going to happen.
#i needed to write this#im a ferrari fan but im charles fan first#nobody is going to read this but idc i needed it#charles leclerc#michael schumacher
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Hello!
Heard you were doing some matchups with that yanderes and couldn’t help myself but apply for one cause I am such a sucker for these types of things! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Here’s the rundown of me :
- Starting with the basics I prefer to go by she/her pronouns and I am a bisexual who is open to being in poly relationships
- My personality type is infp and I’m a capricorn sagittarius cusp
- I have some chub and am also smaller then average (I’m 4’11) some defining physical traits of me is that I have rosey cheeks and full lips (I have glasses too but tend not to wear them cause I feel like they make me look weird)
- I struggle with motivation and tend to keep to myself a lot most of the time and appear distant because of that but in truth I really do crave to make better connections and spend more time with others I care about!
- Personality wise I am rather entertaining and tend to be louder then most and put on a more dramatic front because I find it funny, easily excitable when it comes to most things, dense but to a degree, and tend to listen more then talk.
- I have a rather low social battery and need time to recharge it after a big day filled with interaction with others but if I still want to be by someone I will usually be silent and just enjoy there presence.
- I show my affection through touch most often and do so by either playing with someone’s hand or holding it, poking them lightly or tapping my fingers against them, and laying my body against there’s if I am comfortable enough around them.
- Through text I conversant in all caps and add lots of 💕💕💗 or ‼️⁉️ behind my sentences and use kaomojis more often then not (I for some reason love to also use these emojis in particular too : 😿😾😼🙀😻)
- I curse often and will say the most outlandish things that come to my mind out loud (most are nonsensical and others can just be random thoughts or questions I have)
- My friends and loved ones are people I hold dear to me and I always try to check up on them and make sure they are okay frequently and I can usually tell when they are feeling sad or mad at times
-Despite my personality I can keep calm under situations that require a voice of reason (surprisingly) and I am good when it comes to calming down others or keeping a level head through it all.
- I enjoy singing, drawing, and shopping! (more so looking at stuff instead of buying it)
-Completely a night owl at heart and my sleeping schedule has suffered terribly because of this.
-I easily get frustrated with myself if I don’t understand or do a task right to my liking and go down a hole of self doubt pretty soon after but I am trying to work on that!
-other interests of mine are harajuku fashion, Sanrio, animation, stationary, picrew, baking, anything cute, nail art, plushies, cats, anything pink, calming video games, selfcare, dresses, abandoned places, coloring, anime, makeup, history, args, learning more about myself, and dark media!
Wishing you a well day ahead and remember to drink water and give yourself a break when needed! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
Hear me out: Red Son
Red Son can definitely compliment a person who also has a very dramatic, exaggerative front, but I imagine he also very much appreciates the downtime when sometimes the social battery just needs some recharging. I can see him just being happy when his partner is in the room with him, even if nothing is being said at all. He probably will randomly lean over just to rest his head on your shoulder for a second, or to put his cheek on yours just because he likes physical contact when he's used to the other person.
Keeping a level head around him is definitely something he will greatly appreciate, he may even come to depend on you to help him walk back when he's having an angry outburst.
If you say something that's outlandish it's always worth Red Son's reactions because he'll just slowly put own whatever he's doing, slowly blink, and go "W H A T?"
But on to the cursing, if something happens in the lab I imagine you hear such colorful vocabulary you need to whip out a dictionary.
He has a horrible sleep schedule too, Red Son spends a lot of time on his machinery and he ends up pulling a lot of all-nighters because of it. Night-owl buddies who sleep all day!! :D
Red Son understands being frustrated when a task isn't understood, that's why he knows the best thing to do is to carefully walk someone slowly through a subject to find where the misunderstanding lies.
Be warned, the man will try to give you many gifts relating to your interests, perhaps even aesthetic-themed things like he'll know you like! You like cute things that are pink and have cats? Look, he got you some Hello Kitty stationary!
Did he make you an office space that's absolutely adorably pink and cutesy? Why it just so happened he did!
He might even got you some coloring books and will never let you lack in art supplies.
Do be warned, if given the chance he will take you clothes-shopping and absolutely spoil you. You're his darling, after all, and is darling deserves the best! What kind of boyfriend doesn't spoil his sweet treasure?
#lmk#lmk yandere#yandere lmk#lmk yandere matchmaking#lmk yandere x reader#lmk yandere red son#lmk yandere red son x reader#lmk yandere matchmaking red son
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It pains me to say but his best possible move would be doing a reverse seb and going to the evil team.
It would be a risky gamble, he might end up crushed by max.... or he might just as well be be the one crushing max. remember their preferences of car are quite similar and aggressive, so I don't think he would struggle like the others
in ferrari he is only gonna get more disrespected and the influence of the spanish will grow now.
they already seemed super influential when charles was the one fighting for the wdc and performing better, so imagine how it will be now
people are too caught up in the whole vasseur and charles are besties to notice that vasseur the other day was calling charles inconsistent compared to carlos. this weekend he said carlos was a benchmark to charles.
charles got reprimanded by ferrari when he spoke once against the team. carlos and his entire family never had to apologize about anything.
this last two seasons I saw more respect and praise for charles coming from red bull than ferrari.
while vasseur is calling charles inconsistent, horner is saying charles is their biggest threath
people said charles is ferrari's favorite but I don't see this at all. even their social media seems to be more pro carlos.
charles is the favorite of fans, which is different, but even that might change. after monza a lot of people turned against him. very similar to how their turned against seb before.
Charles needs a reverse Seb situation so bad at the moment, but please not rb with everything that happened in these past few years i couldn't watch him there and cheer for him, because he'd get sucked in their policies and ways so much, from a moral stand point.
And tbh, him and max might have a probably spot on same preference for how they want the car to be, but he'll get side lined there too, even if he ends up outperforming max which I have no doubts on that because Charles handles pressure 100% better*, he will be stopped because I don't see Horner switching Max for another one right now or ever.
Charles is now in the worst position ever, yeah he's still extremely talented and has what it takes, but this alone in not the right team is worth nothing and he's "getting older" and his reputation is being run through the mud
* sky italy can say whatever charles would handle a real competitive season without making mistakes because he's scared or throwing temper tantrum at random when he's not first, one thing is a driver who's upset he's not winning that's normal another is being whiny and crying about it and calling it an absolutely shocking experience, and Charles loves a challenge
#i hate everything#if he goes in rb it's the end to me#even if he by some miracoul he gets favoured and starts winning what happens if merc gets their shit together and he's up against lewis ->#he'll be just another rb guy standing there doing nothing while his team racially abuses lewis#i love charles but i know he doesn't have it in him to stand up for it#ask time#charles#drivers discourse
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A lot of people keep saying that T9 will have a large time skip similar to T3 and will focus on Jin and Xiaoyu's kid/s (imagine where a thirty-something Xiaoyu gonna be) but… it doesn't make much sense. Yes, I see it in the future maybe but not so early on? Jin's storyline is nowhere near finished and it would be sad to see him rendered to nothing more than the new protagonist's dad after so many years of struggle. He's always been an iconic character but I feel like we never truly saw him shine, if you get what I mean? When he's the sole focus of the story, he's either the cool Kazuya replacement with too much package (so just Kazuya replacement), or he was basically the villain. I want to see him heal. I know Tekken is a story not about good vs evil but evil vs another, maybe lesser evil, but damn it I want to see him a little happy. And it isn't about what I want to see, it also doesn't make sense to move so fast when so much of the story is still unraveled or needs to be told, and I doubt everything will be resolved in T8. They had the ability to do large time skip back in T3 days because people weren't as attached to the characters as we are now. A time-skip will change most of the roster (again, no older females in Tekken hah ha h a :/). And the fact that the last 57 Tekkens all happened in the same year? They are clearly drawing this out. Am I talking nonsense?? I've seen this theory way too much now i just… argh sorry for talking so much about this
Okay, first of all do not apologize for your message!
It's been ages since I've got so many nice and interesting messages here on tumblr, and I'm having a blast responding and brainstorming (or just fangirling) with ya all! And Tekken is one of my fave things ever that is now taking over my brain (together with KoF) again, so it's all good here!
If ya all want to keep message me, please feel free to do so!❤️
And I agree with your point of view, such a sudden time skip wouldn't make sense.
Jin stated multiple times ingame that he wants to eradicate his remaining family members before killing himself (JIN NO), so having such a big time skip with a new Mishima, possibly his son/daughter seems... nonsensical. Jin wants to end his bloodline as of now, so I'd put that idea aside.
And we're not even sure he'll be able to really kill/beat Kazuya this time.... hell, since it's Harada we're talking about, we're not even sure Heihachi is really dead. You know he's more than capable to revive him just because the old fart has tons of fans (especially among professional/semi professional players). When the trailer dropped, me and @askkrisachan were speculating about it, thinking Harada would be more than capable to revive him a la Jinpachi.
ANYWAY.
You're right in saying Jin's story is yet to be done.
Even if he manages to win against his clan, there's still the Devil Gene. He seems to be somewhat in control of it in that trailer but... is that true? He seemed vaguely in control even in his T4 ending, managing to summon his wings only, but we know he wasn't thanks to his T5 prologue. He also seemed somewhat able to control it at the end of T7 (after that long ass beauty sleep) but again... how much of that is true? It's something worth exploring imho... and Claudio could be used for that. Something along the line of: with Kazuya and Heihachi gone for good, Jin is trying to do something good and restoring peace helped by Lee (and Lars, reclutantly), but Claudio helds a new tournament cause he's still interested in the Devil gene.
Not the most brilliant plot BUT a step away from the whole Mishima saga and villain!Jin, and towards Jin's redemption arc, fighting once again for the good reasons... and still struggling with his inner demon, because we love angst and makes sense with his character and growth.
And yeah, given how they're spreading 989882332 tournaments in the span of a few months, I doubt there will be a big time skip with T9. Maybe 2-3 years, but nothing like T2/3- As you said, at the time people weren't so attached to the characters yet, they weren't fully developed yet, ending were very short and the story felt more like a puzzle to put together. Probably it was like that for the team too, testing waters while deciding in what direction they wanted to go.
Granted, it's also Harada we're talking about, the man who once in a video intervew told that the creation of Alisa and Lars was basically "here's some random words, create two new characters based on those", so he might pull something like that if he's drunk enough... but I sincerely hope not.
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