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zeroistyping · 2 years

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my goddess. - dreamxd x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k words

cw: possessive!dreamxd, anal play, overall very rough, oral sex (receiving), somewhat praise? (xd calls you pet names), kinda dub-con at first but it somehow turns fully consensual, unprotected sex

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He felt powerful. Watching all the people from above, messing with reality and dimensions and people in general. But his eyes were only on you.

You, the girlfriend of the most feared and powerful individual Dream, the one he despises. He tried everything, looking like him, talking like him, laughing like him. But still, your eyes were on Dream only. It was almost as if you're obsessed with him.

XD wanted you to stop, to turn around and to look at him. He wants to see the same admiration in your eyes just for himself. The god was selfish, yes. But he had everything he wanted but you. He had riches, power, control and more. In any world he travels he could get anyone he wants. But he wants you.

And you don't want him.

Everything around you turned black, your body went numb and the last thing you could do was to gasp.

When you were able to open your eyes again, you could find yourself in a cloud, surrounded by other clouds in a white space somewhere. Around you was nothing but void. Were you dead?

"You're awake!", an excited voice almost yelled. It sounded far away but so close at the same time and it hurt your ears, the deep scratching coming from each corner of your surroundings was confusing and loud, causing you to place your hands above your ears while closing your eyes shut.

Suddenly, the voice went softer. "Sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to cause any harm.. are you feeling alright?"

The voice was familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it. It felt warm but cold at the same time.

XD decided it'd be best to impersonate Dream again, but not to an extent where you'd think it's actually him. So he used a bit of his voice, quite similar looks and changed your surroundings into your house. Still, if anyone would show up to your house they wouldn't see you there.

You decided to study the creature in front of you. Usually when people would talk about the god DreamXD, they'd describe him as at least 10 feet tall, with a light gray mast with an XD on. They'd say he wears a dark green cloak, covering his head almost entirely with golden highlights at the end. A chain with an emerald, shaped in XD around his neck and a powerful weapon of any kind in his hand. They'd explain that he'd have giant wings that he doesn't even have to use.

But the creature, no, the person in front of you looked different. He was tall, yes. You'd guess around 7 feet at least, towering over you, with a white cloak that covers just everything that needs to be covered. His tanned collarbone was on display, and his black fingernails nervously scratched it from time to time. No wings on his back, no mask covering his face but the chain was there, shining in a beautiful, bright green.

His eyes were almost normal, but not really. While one side has an X as its pupil, the other has a D.

"Why.. Why am I here..? Or why are you here..?" Your words came out like a whisper, too terrified to anger the literal god in front of you.

"Because you're my queen. My goddess."

Each word that came out of his mouth was like posing, it made you drown in the mattress you sat on. His words alone made you feel more powerful than you've ever felt before.

"Your goddess..?"

"Of course." XD answered without hesitation as he kneeled down in front of you. But even though he was on his knees, his face was at the same height as yours. "I've been watching you for quite some time now, you're the only one worth my time. I could watch you for decades and not get tired of it. But you waste all your time on that.. stupid Dream.. why would a goddess like you waste your time on a manipulative asshole like him.."

His eyes turned red the second he mentioned your boyfriend but you already forgot about him. The strong presence of the god made you forget everything.

"Wont waste my time on him anymore, I promise. Let me be your goddess.."

While XD called the human version of himself, Dream, a manipulative asshole, he was one himself. He used magic, dark magic, to make you feel aroused. To make you feel desperate to the point it's getting uncomfortable to not do anything sexual with him. Admittedly he did not use a spell on you to forget about your so-called lover, but it made him feel good that he had to do almost nothing to make you drench in your own wetness at the thought of him.

"Wanna be my goddess, yeah..? I can make you my goddess.."

He did not waste any time, whispering something underneath his breath to make both yours and his clothes disappear into nothing before gripping your thighs and pressing them apart. Before diving into your clenching wetness, he looked up to you. He waited until you nodded, giving him a signal of consent.

When you did, XD was devouring you. Eating you out like a starving man. His tongue was long, way longer than average. Instead of circling your sensitive clit with it, it was thrusting inside you as deep as it could, reaching all of the right spots and more. The god groaned as he tasted your juices, it was officially the best thing that ever came across his taste buds.

Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling it hard while moaning louder than ever before. White pleasure rushed through your veins and all you had in your mind were the letters X and D in the same cricked form his eyes were. If his tongue could do things like that to you, what could his dick do?

You didn't need to ask if you're allowed to cum, he made it clear that you should let it all out by the day he was slurping up everything you gave him. His claw-like fingernails cut deep in your thighs, drawing blood but both of you couldn't care less.

In that moment it was just the god and his goddess.

A high pitched moan left your lips as you came, hard. Juices squirting everywhere but especially right into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of you and you have an addictive taste and scent.

He was about to get you cleaned up, thinking you had enough for just the first night but he was proved wrong when you pulled him closer by his jaw, pressing your lips roughly against his while your other hand placed itself on his toned body.

"Need you so bad, XD.. my god.."

Who was he to deny such a generous offer?

His length was longer than average and quite big in girth. 11 inches were way too big for a human to take, especially with that little preparation. But you were willing to at least try. "Give me all you got, XD.. I can take it, I promise.. just need to feel all of you.. don't care if you hurt me.."

Your words came out in a mess, sweat formed on your forehead the second he just aligned himself with your entrance and your violently shaking thighs squeezed around his waist to pull him somewhat closer.

"say red if you want me to stop, my goddess. I will stop immediately.", he whispered into your ear before he gave you another kiss. The kiss was used to distract you from the immense pain shooting through your entire body the second he thrusted just a third of his length into you.

Tears swelled on the edge of your waterline but you were able to pull yourself together, to drunk on the pleasure you felt and the promise of pleasure you're about to feel when the god in front of you destroys you completely.

XD kissed your cheeks as he slowly inserted more and more of his length into you, trying his best not to hurt you. But something, some sick voice in his head, told him to wreck you for making him suffer for so long. For making him wait for you.

So he did that, the last third of his dick was thrusted into you quickly, not caring anymore. The scream escaping your throat was just a sign for him to make you shut up so he used his hand on your throat, choking you with just enough pressure to go silent.

His pace was quick, not giving you any time to adjust to the gods' length inside of you. The hand he didn't use found itself on your ass, lubricated with his spit.

When he destroys you, he thinks, he has to do it the right way.

Without a warning, his thumb circled your rim, making your eyes go wide open. Even though you had an amazing sex life with Dream, he never once dared to go as far as sticking something in your behind. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest bit excited.

Moans after moans left your lips, sounding like music to the gods ears. It motivated him. Something inside of him forced XD to go further, so he inserted his lengthy thumb into your bum, moving it just the tiniest bit all while the pace of his thrusts never faltered.

Your shaky legs felt numb, blood trickled down your thighs from before when he cut them open with his fingernails, mixing with your juices and the spit that dribbled down XD's mouth. He couldn't contain it, his mouth couldn't shut close.

"XD.. god.. please.." At this point you forgot what you were begging for.

XD felt himself getting close after fucking you for anhour. For him it was embarrassing. Each time he has intercourse with another individual it'd last for hours with no break but with you it was somehow different and he couldn't explain it himself. It felt right.

"Gonna cum inside, yeah? You'd like that?"

Instead of his just thumb, two fingers were now buried in your behind. You couldn't respond, too fucked out to form any comprehensive words or think of an respond so you just nodded. In that hour he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, and it was tiring but satisfying at the same time. You couldn't get enough.

"Fuck..", he whispered before biting your neck, hard and shooting his seeds deep inside of your drenched cunt. A lost scream-like moan was heard from you before you drifted off, somewhere between sleep and unconscious. But it was alright with you.

The god stayed in that position for a while before slowly pulling himself out of you. He never wanted to forget the sight in front of him. The way your body shined in the light of the room, covered in sweat, blood and spit.

And on your neck, in the same position he just left one of the biggest marks in history, formed a small "XD" in black ink.

He officially claimed you as his goddess.

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urdgealesisbaby · 2 months

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Hii. I have a request. Could you please write a scenario with Guren, Crowley and Ferid where their s/o is always quiet? Thank you in advance

Hello! Sure thing! <3

Also i made like a mix between a scenario and headcanons for this request bcs i couldn't think of a proper scenario xD.

Guren Ichinose,Crowley Eusford and Ferid Bathory with a s/o who is always quiet

Guren Ichinose

-I think that you two will most likely match your energy

-Like he is a quiet person himself,he just has a loud personality when there's more people around or so.

-he would very much appreciate the fact that you're quiet because he likes the quiet kind-of-love.

-he isn't much of a talkative person himself so prepare to do quiet activities together

-Between you two there's a sweet-like love going on,it's just that not so many people know that because of your quietness.

"Love,I think that we should really tell the people around us that we're together." Guren says.

"Why do you think that,Guren?" you ask,surprised at his request.

He then comes to you,where both of your eyes met.

"Love,there's people out there that think we're just friends.I want them to know we're together.I mean,I'd be happy to announce the fact that we are in fact a couple." he says.

"You're really the best,you know that,you fool?" you say.

"Only for you."

He then kisses you passionately while he embraces you and puts his hands around your waist.

Crowley Eusford

-I don't think that Crowley would have a problem with your quietness.

-sure,he himself isn't a very quiet person,but the fact that you are a quiet person doesn't really bother him in the slightest,so he's alright with it

-Though if sometimes you're too quiet he'll ask what is going on and if you're under a bad mood or if anything has happened.

-he's a very careful man around you so yeah if you're being sooo quiet he might become concerned about your health

-Though when you tell him that there's nothing wrong with you,he understands you and tries to not bother you with his questions about your quietness anymore.

-He just wants to reassure himself that everything is alright between you two and you're not upset or sad about anything that's going on.

"Baby,is there anything that's bothering you,my love?" Crowley asks,concerned.

"I told you like 100 times.I'm fine,we're already living together for like 2 years,haven't you noticed that I'm always quiet?"you ask him,not really expecting a response.

"I'm sorry love,I just wanna know if you're alright and everything is going fine in your life."

As he says that,he hugs you from behind and places a kiss on your neck.

Ferid Bathory

-OPPOSITES

-how the hell did you manage to get with him? Only you and him know I suppose.

-at first,he doesn't even know how to properly talk to you without making it weird

-I suppose that you're the first person to make Ferid Bathory question his words before saying them.And I mean it,I don't think this man has met many people like you and became a couple with them.

-It's kinda weird because he knows that you aren't upset with him or angry at him(or maybe you are,he's Ferid after all)but he still want to make sure that nothing is wrong with you.

-He'll sometimes try to be quiet too just so he can feel what his darling feels.

-of course he fails to be quiet everytime,but at least he tries? I guess we can give him bonus points for trying.

"Y/n,look at me now." he says in a deep voice.

He then grabs you by your chin and starts examining your face.

"Hmmmm....nothing wrong also today...hmm" he continues.

"Ferid.....I'm your lover for like 3 years? Why do you always seem surprised at my quietness?" you say,looking at his eyes.

"I really am not surprised,but it gets kinda fun when I try to 'examine' you" he then laughs.

"So this is really just something so that you can touch my face?" you ask him.

"Maybe,you'll never know though."

As he says that,he caresses your cheeks and then kisses your lips.

Thank you for your request!

I hope you liked these!:)

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muffinsin · 3 months

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Hello muffin tis i, deluded anon with another ask. Tw for ablism i think? I am autistic and get called slurs and mocked for it by my family n friends, such as the r word n whatnot. If theres any issues that cause me stress like putting the cutlery away- they are too loud and hurt my head. Or if my clothes and everything touching me burns n pricks me, being mute on occasions i get told to get a grip n to shut up- then told off later if i was in public. They treat other autistic people differently from me n reassure them that its ok n valid but its not ok for me to be like that. Anyways i dont really do people and am attached to my teddies n plushies- they have feelings. I always take the most care with them n i dont want them to be uncomfortable, they all call me delusional and a not right for loving my plushies (and fictional women)more than them.

So what would happen if the reader were to be autistic and a maid in the castle struggling with some certain tasks and the rest of the maids treating the reader like how ive been treated (if that makes sense. Idk if i’m making sense) so readers kind of like the laughing stock for them, unbeknownst to the sisters until some maid rips a teddy or comfort item.

How would the sisters react to this? I dont think theyd like it nor tolerate it due to cassandra being autistic and daniela having adhd.

I’m sorry this is such a long ask and quite frankly too much of a self centred one. I have no idea if this makes sense- i apologies sincerely if this makes you uncomfortable in any way. Please dont feel pressured to write this.

I can 100% see the rendition of lion king being played out with dani 😂 she would without a doubt try n blag her mother into making her sister make up for being mean to her, like forfeiting a maid to her.

Of course! I’m very curious about this ask tbh and hope I’ll do it justice :)

A few things first up under the cut, if anybody wants to skip to the start of the HCs, it’ll be marked for you😊

TW: ableism, bullying

Let’s get into this! :)

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Tbh I’m hoping I’ll be able to get this right! I’m not autistic myself and am only going off what I’ve read here and experiences I’ve been told about by friends.

First thing I want to say hon, is that you are absolutely, 100% valid.

Nobody- and this includes you- deserves to be called slurs or treated wrongly for such reasons. There is no justification to it at all. To treat you differently while claiming to be accepting with others is awful, and I sincerely hope you will find people decent and good enough to accept you, friends especially :)

Also- plushie superiority honestly XP What are their names?👀 Have you got a fav? Or is it an I-love-them-all-equally- situation? Honestly, regarding what you’ve said about plushie love not being okay? I call bs on it. I find plushie love is one of the sweetest there is, even when I don’t have that many myself, I greatly treasure the few plushies I still have. Heck yeah XD

Is the autism and ADHD for Cassandra and Daniela canon? Or a HC?👀 I’ve never heard of it

(Lion king drabble mentioned: here)

Aight that’s it from me! This all probably made little sense, because ironically I cannot comfort at all, I suck at it in most cases, but I hope I still got the key points across somehow XD

Let’s get into it!

(Beginning of the ask)

Bela

She adores you, with all her heart

Bela loves you so much, each part of you

She tries her best to make life as comfortable as possible for you

Even if she can’t always relate to your struggles, she always attempts to ease them

The moment you open up about some of the things troubling you, Bela takes action

She takes special care to ensure the new uniforms are made of fabrics you approve and feel comfortable in, and orders them as soon as possible

Until their arrival, Bela has taken it upon herself to declare to everyone that you are not obliged to wear the old ones

Nobody dares to call you out for working in a shirt instead of the uniform, the order comes from Bela, after all, one of the highest of your superiors, right after Alcina

When the new uniforms are delivered, you can’t help but smile. They’re perfect!

Bela has the old ones disposed of, thrown someplace she can’t be bothered to know

Next, there are the tasks appointed to you

While she normally doesn’t get involved all that much in the staff’s business and shares a mutual respect with the grand chambermaid, she does interfere here

She requests that you are not given tasks in the kitchen as to not get overwhelmed by the loud noises

Nor does she wish for you to work anywhere near the basements

Of course, your lover would never allow you anywhere in the basements, even outside of work, even when she is lurking down there

It’s for safety purposes, most of all

Instead, you are usually appointed calmer places, such as the library or even the castle gardens or greenhouse at times

Bela is flustered whenever you remember to bring her a flower from the outside in winter

Aside from all these things, Bela is your shoulder to cry on, and your pillar to lean on

She never fails to reassure you how much she loves you, and how things you consider as flaws are endearing to her

She knows, sometimes you tend to be quiet, if not entirely mute

After a quick check in whether you’re all right, and you reassure her, she smiles widely

Bela treasures such silence, really

She enjoys to spend time with you, and sometimes silence is just what she needs

After all, the castle can be loud already, especially to her

Wrestling her screaming, kicking and bickering younger sisters all day and night often gives her a migraine

She loves simply cuddling in bed or sitting together, reading together or simply relaxing

Bela doesn’t mind your quietness, and she can easily either make conversation by monologing, or bask in it, even go as far as to close her eyes

She finds these moments precious

She knows nearly everything about you- all except one thing

Life among the staff

Bela doesn’t know of the torment you face, not quite

She doesn’t notice your anxiety when they make fun of you, doesn’t know about how uncomfortable you become when they poke you for fun

She doesn’t know an old uniform has been retrieved from the storage and switched with yours specifically merely to amuse the other staff members

You grit your teeth at the wrong fabric on you, the uncomfortable one that feels entirely too heavy and scratchy

No matter how much you search for the new uniform, it’s hidden far away beyond your grasp

Only when all your duties are done can your change out of it and back into your normal clothing, just in time for Bela to finish work and greet you with a warm smile

You don’t dare tell her, too worried what the other maids will do

After all, Bela can’t dispose of them all

Then there’s the noises…

How often you are brought to the edge of feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed when maids laugh and mock you, forks and knives in their hands as they slap them together

Like sticks hitting a drum, maybe

You are not oblivious to their laughter as you bury your head in your brown teddy bear and fluffy, blue arm sized blanket

Soon, you are indirectly appointed to the kitchens

Not by the grand chambermaid, nor by Bela

You feel uncomfortable at the hands grabbing you by the arms and leading you there

Their reasoning? If you don’t clean up, maidens will be hurt, and it will be your fault

Aside from this, with more hurt maidens and their panic increasing, so will the stress your girlfriend will have to face over trying to manage the castle

They know of your love for Bela, and often use it to have you do things you dislike

Such as picking up all the silverware from the wet sink, drying it in a towel of a texture you dislike, and putting them in the drawers

Their laughter and mockery rings out behind you while you’re made to finish their work

Still, as torturous as all of this is, their newest stunt is incomparable to it

As you find yourself hugging your stuffed bear yet again and cry into its fur at the loud laughter around you, you suddenly feel it tugged from you

Naturally, you try to hold on

Slurs are thrown at you. Mockery

You hear a particular loud cry, a maid calling you a baby, just before you’re suddenly sent back on the bed

You’re holding your teddy- as is the maid tugging it

Tears well up in your eyes as you hold its body, your eyes scanning the unattached leg now dropped to the floor

You feel someone snap their fingers right next to your ear and jump

More laughter

The women around you laugh and mock as you sink to the floor, your teddy and blanket held tight to you as you attempt to grasp the leg

It’s kicked in the corner of the room, and more laughter rings out when you crawl after it quickly

More harsh name calling, until eventually you grasp it

Unsurprisingly, you can’t just push it back on

You aren’t sure how much time passes until your girlfriend finds you

You aren’t even sure when you wandered off to Bela’s room. It’s as if your feet just automatically carried you to your safe place

She immediately swarms to you, her hands hovering by your arms

With a nod of your head, reassuring her it’s okay, she touches you

She immediately feels the change of fabric of your uniform. She knows, this isn’t the right one

Still, golden eyes set on the damaged teddy bear in your hands

Again, she waits for your permission before she pulls you on her lap, knowing you’re so distraught now

She grasps your hands and dries your tears, and gently holds the leg one one hand, the remaining teddy in her other

“He’s broken”, you sob, and Bela is quick to assure you

“Damaged, my dove, not broken”

She promises, she can fix your friend

And true to her word, she does

Urging you to change, she allows you to search her closet for anything that suits you

You watch with wide, hopeful eyes as she takes a sewing kid from one of her many shelves

Thankfully, your beautiful girlfriend enjoys branching out and learning so many new skills…

You watch with wonder as she adds stuffing back into the leg, and even allows you to pick a color to stitch it back together in

Dressed comfortably in her larger clothing and holding onto her pillows and your blue blanket, you watch as slowly, but surely, your friend’s leg is reattached

“He’s on bed rest now, you know”, she teases, hoping to bring a smile to your face

Bela portrays this picture of calmness for you, but rest assured, the moment she knows you’re completely calm and happy again, she will personally see to it that such actions are punished

She demands to know what has been going on with the staff, and offers you your own room, should you not want to move into hers

Bela smiles in self satisfaction as she hand picks the new recruits for cadou experiments, hunts, and, of course, Cassandra’s birthday presents ;)

Cassandra

She cares a lot about you, and is incredibly protective of you

Cassandra tries her best to make you comfortable

She knows, her fast, often dangerous and hectic movements can intimidate or scare away most. She doesn’t want that to happen with you

While Cassandra isn’t the best at listening, she takes in all you say whenever you are made uncomfortable by something

Such as the clanging of her weapons when she carelessly drops them all on a big pile

Her heart breaks a little when you cover your ears at the loud noise caused by metal hitting metal

Was she a dog, her ears would droop down

Instead, she immediately apologizes and tries to still the rocking blades

She makes sure not to clank them against one another again, instead is careful to place them down one by one

She grins widely whenever this earns her a kiss and a smile of yours

Her efforts are certainly not dismissed and ignored!

Then, there’s of course your like and dislike towards certain sensations

She can’t help but giggle when you fall into her bed the first time you touch it

She has all the perfect fabrics!

Cassandra is very picky as it comes to them, too

Her dress is tight, but soft

It doesn’t scratch along her skin and isn’t too soft to make her feel droopy. It’s just perfect to her

Her bed equals this

Soft, satin sheets she likes, and a few large pillows. Not too much, just enough for her to sleep comfortably

You love wearing her clothing. It’s perfect and doesn’t irritate your skin

In return, Cassandra doesn’t mind lending it to you, even if you don’t quite fit into it

All her clothing is custom made, such as Alcina’s dresses and the typical black dresses all three sisters like to wear

The crafter? None other than the famous other Lady of the village

Cassandra makes it a point to ask Donna for clothing made in your size. In return, she is ready to send across a few of the castle’s finest cooking ingredients

It’s working out well, and often she likes to surprise you with a new clothing item of your choice, made of a fabric of your choice

Cassandra doesn’t care for fabrics, merely the feel of them

She allows you to take charge whenever it comes to picking the right ones out

In the beginning, you worry Cassandra will mind your occasional silence

You’re all too happy to notice: she doesn’t

Cassandra talks often, but isn’t quite one for conversation

She likes monologuing, knowing you’re listening to her as she rants about her hunts and her sisters

She doesn’t take your silence as disrespect, though at times randomly reminds herself to check in whether you’d like her to keep talking or stay silent as well for some peace and quiet

She likes to bask in such silence sometimes, to have her head on your lap and play with a few of her flies while you stroke her soft hair

Another thing she’s surprised you by is regarding your stuffed animals

While she hasn’t quite got the connection to them you have, she respects it

Though, she will not allow all of them in her bed. She wants that space all to herself

Still, she is mindful to keep a corner of the bed empty for your stuffed animals, and only growls playfully when you shower them in love, subtly reminding you to place a kiss to her forehead, too

She can’t help but be a little clingy sometimes, after all

Cassandra doesn’t fault you for preferring plushies to humans. She isn’t exactly a fan of them either and rather sees them as nuisances or means to an end, after all

All except you. You’re her precious little human

And Cassandra wants to keep you safe at all times

Yet, there are things even she cannot seem to keep you safe from

Such as the staff members

You know, Cassandra doesn’t get involved with the maiden’s affairs unless to drag one to the basement

She is therefore unaware of the pokes and laughter that follow you sometimes

The slurs whispered your way… you know Cassandra would have their heads for it, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to tell her

And they know it all too well

Your heart hurts when they talk to you, and in time, you know the only reason for this are dares

Dares, from one maid to another, to talk to you

Entertainment, as they chat and mock you subtly, trying to see how long it takes you to notice

You try to brush it off. To not let it bother you

Cassandra surely wouldn’t let it bother her! She seems so powerful…

Their words regarding this sting. How she could be with someone like you

When you’re allowing them to walk all over you

Some freak, as they say

Their words haunt you hours later even, when your shifts end and you’re cuddled up against Cassandra as she monologues about this and that while showing you her newest dagger

Then, there’s the little stuffed turtle you like to keep in your pocket

It helps you stay calm sometimes, even with the uniform being scratchy and uncomfortable

Often they laugh as they snatch your turtle from you, instead throw her through the air, right above your outstretched hands as you attempt to catch your precious friend

All other stuffed animals are kept safe in Cassandra’s room. All but this one

No one would dare venture into her territory merely to taunt you

No maid is this foolish

You gasp when the turtle is thrown yet again, high in the air in the main hall, right above your hands even as you jump to reach it

Your eyes widen when your precious stuffed animal lands right in the fireplace

Thankfully, not a lit one. It’s summer, thankfully, and the castle is warm enough as it is

But it’s hot, and dirty, and smears black dust and ashes all over the green fur

“Freak”, they taunt as they pass you, crying and attempting to wipe the dirt off

Cassandra finds you easily, having heard your fast heartbeat indicating your panic attack even from the basement

You can merely look up at her as she kneels down, her gloves easily pulled down by her teeth as she holds the little turtle

She’s very careful no blood is smeared on it or you, and opts for staying a little distant upon realising she’s covered in it nearly from head to toe

You don’t seem to mind, you can only look at the turtle, impossibly small in Cassandra’s large hands as strong fingers rub over the dirt gently

A stain remains, and you smile watery. A battle wound, maybe?

The thought comforts you only slightly

You suppose, a scar, a battle wound, wouldn’t be the worst thing…Cassandra has them, after all, scars littering her backside from challenging fights

She won, in the end

Upon demanding what happened, and hearing your tale, Cassandra sees red

She wipes the back of her hand against her lips to clean her bloodied lips, then presses a small kiss to your forehead before she swarms off

In the days to come, plenty examples are maid

Maidens are set free only to be dragged back screaming and badly hurt, begging for forgiveness as they are killed in front of the others

Others are immediately dragged to the basement

And the remaining two that have started it all, are devoured alive in front of the rest of the staff, Cassandra’s warning screamed from their lips

Never, never, will she allow someone to mistreat you again

She keeps a close eye on you, and often opts for having a few flies buzzing around you when you aren’t with her

Daniela

Daniela is a hyper little thing, full of energy and love that she wants to shower you in

She’s very clingy with you, but also incredibly perceptive

More so than her other two sisters, even

She picks up on your slight grimace when it’s dinner time and the rattling of silverware irritates your ears

Without having to tell her, Daniela is more delicate in her movements with her fork and knife- she was the main source of this noise after all, smacking them together because she is generally too energetic to sit still

Instead, she merely swarms around excitedly and annoys her sisters until the food is served

She also notices- you don’t like every clothing item she has to offer

Some just- don’t take your pick, and at first she is a little hurt

She doesn’t understand why, and worries you might think she has horrible taste

Or perhaps don’t want to wear a gift of hers altogether

Daniela tends to overthink fast, and quickly becomes a little hesitant to shower you in gifts when you don’t seem too happy with the two dresses she’s brought you

While she is all for comfort, Daniela doesn’t mind scratchiness of her gowns

Being put in so many of them for balls and events hosted by Alcina, she has learned to ignore the urge to scratch and the annoying itch caused by scratchy sleeves

Overall, she still loves gowns, and isn’t bothered by differences in textures

When you explain to her that you feel differently about this, it’s a little difficult for her to understand

However, Daniela cares about you, and if you tell her this fabric is bad fabric, she’ll tear it to pieces for you, as though you’re her fair maiden and she is the knight protecting you from the fierce dragon!

She often makes slashing noises as she does though, a little too invested in her fantasies

You don’t mind

You think her creativity and fantasy endearing, even

Daniela is curious, though. Often she will randomly swarm to you to ask whether something is good or bad, just out of curiosity, and maybe because she’s turned it into a game

She wants to see if she is getting better at telling what is good and what isn’t, so her surprises and gifts for you are ones you can actually enjoy

She brings you fabrics of gowns and shirts, food and drinks, and even once a very grumpy Bela to question whether her sister feels bad too

She claims she does, with a large, shit eating grin on her face, and you smile as her laughter is heard through the halls when she is chased down for such behaviour, likely made to sit and listen to another lecture of the blonde should she be caught

You find, you look forward to hearing Daniela complain about it

While Daniela can be very loud and hyper at times, and often enough you join in, she doesn’t mind times you’re quiet either

She had no trouble at all leading a conversation, either monologuing or talking for so long and so fast, there’s no way for anybody else to join in anyway

Often, when she notices you’re in a quieter mood, she’ll take control of the conversation until the other person leaves

In return, she only expects a smile, and a kiss to her face

Yet, as much as Daniela dotes on you and coddles you, there are others who are not as sweet

Others, who do not make you feel as welcome

Others, who dare make you feel as though you aren’t normal. Not “right”

The maidens at Castle Dimitrescu can be ruthless, sometimes, especially to outsiders

Being Daniela’s partner has made you an outsider

And having autism has made you their target

They thread carefully at first, knowing you are not only under Daniela’s protection, but by this also under Bela and Cassandra’s

Should they hurt you, it hurts Daniela, after all. Alas, you have three murderous fly women on your side

However…what they don’t know…

It starts off with a group of four who take, seemingly, immense pleasure in taunting you

Their hatred comes from being small minded, and jealous, yet knowing this does nothing to help you

They don’t understand- how come you get to wear a different uniform than them?!

How come you never have to clean up the table and wash the dishes and silverware?

How come you get to work in quiet, reserved locations and get to take so many breaks, while they are to work near the entrance to the dungeons, the screams of their fellow fallen maids taunting them

How come they fear for their life, and you never need to?

You are a target by far too soon

You often find yourself crying and hiding at your bed as they laugh and bicker about, silently wishing Daniela opts for a random visit and slays them all

She doesn’t, and won’t. She isn’t allowed into the maid quarters

Their shrill laughter and loud voices hurt your ears, and as you find yourself clutching one of the stuffed animals not tucked away in Daniela’s room- a grey, knit bear- they laugh even more

Soon, you are titled as a baby and inhuman for your affection towards the stuffed animal

You feel fear shoot through you whenever you don’t find him sitting at your pillow

Often, they wave the teddy in front of you, snickering and commanding this and that

They’re playing God, and for moments you feel as though they are the predators of this castle

With the wish to receive your stuffed animal again, you clean their beds and bring their plates, silverware and cups to the kitchens after supper

Usually, you receive your bear again

Not yet this time, it seems

“Go and get it, if you dare” they snicker as they throw it down the stairs to the basement

You gulp. You know, you aren’t supposed to go down there

No maid is, but especially you

Even Daniela has forbidden you from stepping in the cellars

You shudder at the memory of her truthful description upon being asked what lies down there. Monsters with swords and sickles, mold and blood, pain and the reek of the dead, corpses and torture chambers

But…your bear

You venture down as they snicker, and jump when the door clasps shut behind you

As tears sprint to your eyes, you hear a lock. No going back now, either way

You gulp at the loud whimpers and cries, and the distant screams and groans of the undead

It’s dark, and you can barely make a thing out

You jump when you hear a loud gasp from one of the cells and a hand reaches through the bars, as though to reach you

Immediately, you keep on running

More hands shoot out, some grazing your arm and dirtying your uniform, others mere inches away from your skin

You nearly trip a few times, the floor stony and littered with buckets, thrown over tables and chairs, dull knives and what not

It’s so dark, so that you can barely make out your own hands and the ones reaching for you

You shriek as a body bag drops in front of you, immediately taking off to run another direction

Again, you scream, when you run into something

A monster?! It’s so dark you-

“Uh-“

You blink at Cassandra’s voice, and upon opening your eyes, you find golden ones staring down at you

She seems almost unsure. You aren’t supposed to be in the basements, and were you anybody else, she would have already dug her sickle into you and called you a foolish prey for running right to her

But…you’re Daniela’s

You jump at a second gasp, and whine when another pair of golden eyes sets on you

Thankfully, these do not belong to Bela Dimitrescu. You recognize the light green colour shining through gold in them

Daniela!

She gasps when you run into her, quickly adjusting her hand so you don’t run right into the scalpel you can’t see in the dark

Immediately, her shock is covered by concern when she smells the fear surrounding you

She demands to know what you’re doing her, even if she feels flustered upon thinking you might have missed her and wanted to see her bad enough to venture into the cellars

Upon opening up about the bear, you feel her grasp your hand tightly

She promises, she’s going to find it with you

You nod shakily as Cassandra grins, having just received a reason to go upstairs and cause some more trouble along the maidens

With a lit torch held tightly in Daniela’s hand, it’s by far easier to navigate the dim basement

You realise the hands reaching out were maids, now backed far in the corner of their cells to avoid Daniela’s gaze

But the redhead doesn’t mind them. She is focused on finding your bear

And find him she does, after a while of searching

You nearly whimper when she holds it up between two fingers, the fabric soaked in blood and dirt and a rat having already started to eat away at its side

She hugs you tightly as she explains, it must be disposed of

It’s a major health risk by now, having been exposed to the mold of the basement and who knows what else

You spend the next couple of days entirely in her bed, cuddled up under the covers and crying your heart out between your other stuffed animals

At last, Daniela enters, a nervous smile on her face

You notice her hand behind her back, and lift your head curiously

“So, I know it’s not the same, but I told Bela what happened and asked her to fix it…”, she trails off

You can’t help but smile and cry as she pulls her hand to the front, a bear, knit nearly perfectly and in the exact same colour as yours, sitting in her palm

“She’s actually really good at this stuff. I made her make me an octopus. I named her Sally”

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #deluded anon

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safarigirlsp · 1 month

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🌭🍔🥑 for the fic asks! Love ya!!

This was such a fun couple days thanks to you @babbushka ! We need to keep this up! It’s beyond wonderful to have you back! 💗💗💗

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Ok this is the most fun question! We should just have a weird and random HC day lol!

Flip loves vintage advertising. Those old sporting calendars you used to see in hardware stores and sporting goods stores that have nostalgic paintings or action scenes from the old west with cowboys and gunfighters and hunters and mountain men. They're his primary decor in his cabin. Walking through that heavy wooden door, you could just as well be stepping back one hundred years, especially since it's far enough from town that no lights shine at night and there are no sounds other than those made by the forest and wildlife.

Flip loves dive bars. He can take you out dancing or wine and dine you somewhere swanky, and he does often. But there's something about the gritty familiarity of a dive bar - the neon lights, the bad taxidermy, the sticky floor, the smell of greasy food, whiskey, and smoke, Johnny Cash playing on the jukebox - that really gets him riled up and hot under the collar.

Friday nights after he gets off, he asks you to meet up with him and the guys for some greasy food and a beer. Work weighs heavily on his shoulders and he takes it seriously. His usual approach to stress is to sweat it out with a vigorous workout. Weights, running, or punching a heavy bag are best. A vigorous fuck works too. He tries to get his heart racing with one method in the morning and the other in the evening. But he takes Friday nights to unwind in more traditional ways, out someplace with friends and his girl. In a dive bar, he can be boisterous and crude, laugh loud and tell raunchy jokes with Ron, make you sit on his thigh and shamelessly grab your ass, kiss your neck and growl absolute filth in your ear. For his money, it beats the hell out of going someplace he actually has to behave and act civilized.

Challenging you to a game of pool is a favorite go-to. He usually throws the game just to watch you gloat. And more importantly, to watch you bend over the pool table and stretch out prettily to make a shot. It makes his blood run hot, makes him hard in his jeans, when he looks down your shirt or eyes your ass like a dirty old man. He loves that you're all his to eye all he wants. You know this, of course, and naturally play it up a little extra for his enjoyment. When you draw attention from other men in the bar, you know that too, but it's just so much fun to see Flip puff out his chest a little and glare at your fan club. Once or maybe twice according to Flip's count, this has culminated in a bar fight with you icing his bruised knuckles and kissing his bloody lip late into the night. But you should see the other guys. According to a more accurate and unbiased count - yours - this happens almost annually. It's a nice treat to look forward to once a year or so. And the fireworks he gives you afterwards are a helluva lot better than the Fourth of July.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I really like watching movies with the vibes I’m going for while I’m writing or having them play in the background. I've currently exhausted my Victorian watchlist while I've been working on my current fic. I also like to read similar things too but that's obviously more time consuming. I recently discovered a fun series you might like with campy Victorian antics by Evie Dunmore.

When I'm a little stuck or need to picture something better, something physical helps my brain function a little. Lifting weights works for me and although I truly hate cardio, it helps to get my thoughts churning. Probably because I'm so bored and miserable, but I'll take what I can get xD.

Then there's always good ol' maladaptive daydreaming.

Omg all the edits that have been coming around the last couple years have really helped keep me rabid. Especially during these content dry spells when there's no new movies on the horizon to look forward to.

I love making aestheics/moodboards for myself and I have a ton that have never seen the light of day because they're just for me or to scratch an itch. It's extra fun because it satisfies both an artsy urge and helps stay in the zone for fics. But sometimes they also derail me with a new idea and I deviate to write a fic for the moodboard xD

These are some of my favorites that don't go with a posted fic. I may have a problem!

This is my recent desktop backgrounds:

🥑What are you currently working on?

I have one big fic that I'm currently focused on. Which is really the biggest challenge for me, just staying focused on any one thing OMG. But I'm right at the finish line for this one, then I have to chose which idea to focus primarily on next. I'm trying really hard to get some bigger projects done just because they have a chance of potentially being serious writing. And frankly because the engagement is down here, but if that changes, I'm more than happy to change with it and get rabid again. Even these HCs today are such a fun little burst of creativity!

Wargrave Hall

Victorian haunted house and occult story with romance of course. I have about 1/3 of this posted now publicly but its gotten too big to update my fic post now, which really pisses me off actually xD. I'm very near the end and it's just under 100k now, so it will probably finish somewhere around 110K and then I'll post it all. I'm having a lot of fun with it and it's much better than I thought it'd be when I started it. In my humble, biased opinion anyway.

Annees Folles

Roaring Twenties adventure story with a love triangle and plenty of romance and treasure hunting. This is hovering around 150k now and has never been published, although I've sent it to my friends here who have shown interest. I'd be happy to send it to anyone who's consistently supported my insanity. It's definitely my favorite thing I've written so far and has everything I love. After I finish the Victorian fic, my goal is to get this one finished too so I have two big quality fics in the bank, then start a new project. I'm probably 7/10 done with this one, so it will be a big one when completed.

I might be obsessed with the aesthetic...

#hearts #babbushka #my stuff!#my writing #flip #65 #jacques #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #adam driver

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Let’s do headcannons with Sadie, Arthur, Charles, Mary beth, Karen and Dutch reacting to fem s/o that has such a hilarious funny laugh. When she laughs it sounds like a crow mixed with a seagull XD she can’t help having such a crazy laugh and one day she cackles so loudly that the people in Valentine could hear it. What would their reaction be?

Headcanon - Peculiar Laugh - Female!Reader

Hey there anon ! Thank you for your request ! Having a very strange laugh myself, I couldn't relate more to this lol

I apologize in advance for all character inaccuracies and grammar mistakes, as always :')

I'm also really sorry for being this late, things are not going so well at my job so I kinda struggle at the moment to keep up with my usual writing pace, but I'll be back on track soon ! <3

Request : Female!Reader

Characters : Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler, Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde Mary-Beth Gaskill, Karen Jones

Relationship : Romantic, settled

Lines : From 8 to 10 per character

Arthur Morgan :

You were cleaning your riffle with Tilly after a long day on guard duty, talking about some common stuff you both enjoy. You even get to talk about Arthur, who is sitting nearby, drawing something in his journal… but then, out of the blue, Tilly asks you a very strange question. "If a cougar and a cat could reproduce, would their kids be huge or average-sized cats ?".

At first, you don’t really understand what Tilly just said, so you just shrug. Her question is genuinely interesting to think about, but your brain processes it as a very good joke, causing you to start chuckling. What the hell was going on in her mind ? The more you think about that question, the louder you laugh. And Tilly follows.

Arthur quickly rises from his spot to glance around when he first hears your peculiar laugh. Of course, he had already seen you chuckling and was somewhat surprised by the noise you could make, but he never heard you roar with laughter. "What the hell was that ?" he mumbles. He quickly drops his journal in his satchel and puts his hand on his gun, walking closer to the noise. What if it was an attack ?

He spots you laughing with Miss Tilly, who can’t hold back her tears while you’re nearly suffocating. In fact, the way you’re laughing is so amusing that even Arthur can’t help but chuckle at this lovely sight of his sister and his adorable lady having a good time !

Being a protective bear, Arthur instinctively takes both your riffles away before Tilly is called by Ms. Grimshaw to help her clean the camp’s round table. "Lemme take ‘em riffles, ladies." he chuckles as he calmly puts your weapons on the ground. You can’t stop laughing, still thinking about Tilly’s peculiar question. What if ? Indeed, what if ? Arthur quickly gets you some water in a cup, but you can’t drink it just yet.

Arthur progressively looses it what watching you go further and further into an endless hilarity. He still chuckles, trying to understand what made you start laughing like this, but you can barely explain it. You can’t even breathe properly ! "Well, I don’t know what you girls were talkin’ ‘bout, but it sure was fun !" Arthur giggles.

You try your best to keep breathing, but can’t stop laughing, even if Arthur begs you to calm down a little. He tries his best to hold himself from laughing out loud with you, believing the rest of the gang would think he’s crazy, or that the Pinkertons would find you. He’s somewhat ashamed of his laugh, which is terribly sad. "Stop laughing, Y/N… please…" he giggles as tears start streaming on his face, rubbing your shoulders.

While you try taking a deep breath, your voice suddenly turns into the exact same noise a crow would make… and this is what causes Arthur to start laughing with you. He just gives in, your laugh is too fun for him to remain stern-faced ! Not even the toughest of Dutch’s men can resist this funny laugh that is yours !

The more you laugh, the more he laughs. He just adores the overall noise you’re currently making. It’s so hilarious ! Your laugh is so peculiar, so fun to hear… looking at you trying to calm yourself down only makes him love you more. His amusement perfectly matches the total adoration he vows you.

It takes you quite a while to stop laughing, and Arthur almost feels a little sad that this moment has to come to an end. "Your laugh is funny, Y/N… You’re quite a strange lady…!" he tells you before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead. This event causes him to write a new entry in his journal, describing your laugh as a "strange combination between a crow and a seagull which probably had a few drinks.".

Sadie Adler :

Your day is so boring ! You just want to do something relevant, apart from washing clothes or cleaning tables while some gang members are out there having fun ! So you’re tasked to help Mr. Pearson to chop some vegetables. Leeks, for instance. At least, it’s more entertaining than having listen to Ms. Grimshaw’s complaints !

Sadie passes nearby and quickly takes two round slices of the leeks you just chopped, removes the middle part and gets them to her eyes. "Hallo, I’m Herr Strauss !" she jokes, obviously not expecting your reaction. She had seen you so bored that she just wanted to make you smile, and did much more than that.

The single view of a happy Sadie, who doesn’t smile much because of what she has been living, warms your heart… but her childish imitation of Strauss is absolutely worth the watch, causing you to literally drop your knife on the table and start cackling. Loudly.

Sadie never heard you laugh like this. At first, she freezes in place and looks at you trying to calm your breathing. "Wow, didn’t know a seagull was in there !" she chuckles. Her words don’t help you, you’re pretty aware about your peculiar laugh, and you don’t mind it !

Listening to the noise you’re currently making cause you to enter into an infernal circle. You can hear your laugh, and now… you’re literally laughing at yourself, but you can’t stop. And Mrs. Adler, who tries her best to remain calm, hides some early laughs behind her sleeve. She feels so good and relaxed !

As you try breathing, making very strange noises, Sadie looks around while wrapping her arm around your shoulders. People pass by you with wide opened eyes, not only because of this unique laugh they hear, but also because Mrs. Adler is having a good time as well.

"Stop laughin’ or I’m gonna loose it !" she chuckles, not able to keep calm with you the way you cackle. It’s been a while since she didn’t feel something so great, so calming as some sheer happiness. Your laugh, as strange as it sounds, makes her feel really happy.

When Pearson comes back, he immediately dismisses the two of you, which makes you laugh even louder. Everyone looks at your direction, either surprised or amused, and Sadie keeps her arm wrapped around your shoulders. At this moment, if she closes her eyes, she feels like she’s having fun with a literal seagull.

Sadie tries her best to calm you down to allow you to keep breathing, but nothing truly helps. Not even her covering your face with kisses. Nothing really works, but Sadie still resists the idea of bursting out laughing with you. She doesn’t want to suffocate !

After some time, your laughs finally come to an end, allowing you to take a deep and well deserved breath. You look at Sadie, who is giving you a very bright smile. As she tried to make you grin, your laugh made her genuinely happy. And it was definitely worth it, for the two of you.

Charles Smith :

You and Sean were having a drink together by the campfire, somewhere in the middle of the day. MacGuire is already drunk and keeps saying very awkward things, but something really triggers your laughter. "I thought I’d try runnin’ a dating service for chickens, but I’d be strugglin’ to make hens meet.".

This joke is so simple and unexpected that you burst out laughing. Everyone knows that your laugh sounds a little funny, but you never really had the opportunity to start cackling the way you did. People around the hideout literally stop what they are doing to look at you and smile… but not Charles.

When he first hears you laughing, Charles somewhat freezes in place. He nervously looks around the hideout, trying to find the source of such very… peculiar sound. He knows about your laugh, but something in what he heard did not sound right. "I don’t know what animal it is…" he whispers to himself.

Charles instinctively runs towards camp to see if there is any source of danger. Thankfully enough, everyone seems to be calm and quite happy, but this weird sound he can’t recognise can still be heard, causing him to feel a little worried. Is there anyone hurt outside the hideout ? Is that a wounded animal ? Who knows ?

He walks around the hideout to the find the source of such sound, finding you laughing with Sean. He even notices some tears of laughter and smiles. "What did you tell her, MacGuire ?" he asks Sean, but your local Irish Terrier can’t respond, nearly suffocating. He had first laughed at his own joke, but now… he’s laughing because of you.

Let’s be honest, your laugh is contagious. This very strange combination between a seagull and a crow is so unique that nobody can remain stern faced while listening to your laugh. And, despite trying his best to hold himself from doing the same, Charles starts chuckling.

He calmly sits nearby to just look at you. You’re so beautiful when you laugh !… even if it basically sounds like an animal is dying nearby. Charles loves you for what you are, and your laugh, as peculiar as it sounds, only makes him love you more.

Charles sees you suffocating a little because of this endless spiral you slipped into with Sean and starts massaging your shoulders. He still tries his best to hide his chuckles as he’s worried while watching your inability to breathe properly, but gives in and laughs with you. "It’s okay there, darling. Please take a deep breath." he tries telling you between two subtle laughs.

It takes you about five or six minutes to calm down, and Charles is right here, holding you by the shoulders. As Sean leaves to get another beer, you finally get to sigh, being watched over by Mr. Smith who only has eyes on you today.

"Feels good to see you laughing." he says before gently kissing your temple. He wants you to be happy more often and never to hide your peculiar laugh. He loves you so much, and wants you to be the happiest woman on earth. You deserve the world… and the world is not ready to hear your laugh again.

Dutch Van der Linde :

You had a long day and could finally relax by reading a book outside Dutch’s tent. As you thought you picked up one of Evelyn Miller’s works, you unexpectedly stumble upon a book that appears to be… a little erotic. The worst is that you genuinely believe Evelyn Miller wrote this, which causes you to chuckle.

The more you read that book, the more you giggle at your expectations about Evelyn Miller. You start cackling so loud that Dutch, who is out there smoking his cigar, quickly runs towards his tent. He knows about your peculiar laugh, he was first somewhat surprised hear it. But right now, he genuinely thought you had hurt yourself.

"Are you alright, sweet girl ?" he asks you before kneeling down. You can’t stop laughing, causing him to look a little concerned about what triggered your sudden hilarity. He looks around to check if the rest of the gang is alright, it looks like you started laughing because of the book you’re holding in your hands.

You try telling Dutch that you thought Evelyn Miller was the one who wrote that book, but you’re suffocating so much that no clear words but the author’s name come out of your mouth. Dutch takes the book away, a little confused, and reads a few pages.

For a few seconds, he wants to scold you for believing that his favourite author and absolute role model is the one who wrote this erotic book, but the way you’re laughing quickly stops him. You look so sweet when you’re happy ! "Well sorry, dear Y/N, but Mr. Miller didn’t write this book." he smiles.

The more you laugh, the more he wants to laugh with you. He tries his best to remain stern faced, coughing in his sleeve do stop a burst of hilarity you triggered in him. Your peculiar laugh always made him smile, as far as he could remember !

"C’mon Y/N you’re gonna make me laugh and I’ll look ridiculous." he tells you, but you can’t stop. No, you can’t. Still having in mind that Evelyn Miller is the one who wrote this book, your ideas about Dutch worshipping his favourite author makes you loose it. Who would have thought Mr. Van der Linde owns an erotic book anyway ?

At some point, your laugh is so loud that even birds start flying away. Dutch sits besides you and clenches his teeth before letting out a soft giggle… which doesn’t last long, since just a few seconds are needed for him to slip into hilarity. Your laughs don’t match, but it’s somewhat funny !

In order not to be seen laughing, Dutch drags you to his tent and sits on the bed with you. He even reads a few extracts of the book with his eyes wide open, tears streaming on his cheeks because he can’t stop laughing. Your laugh is too genuine for him to walk away as he usually does !

When the night comes, the two of you finally stop laughing and can leave Dutch’s tent. "I love seeing you laugh." Dutch smiles, kissing your lips. "But I have completely forgotten about this erotic book, don’t tell anyone.". You will try your best, but that’s quite tempting !

Mary-Beth Gaskill :

You’re sitting alone by one of the trees of Horseshoe Overlook, before the cliff, facing the sunset. You had a long day after doing a successful robbery, nobody wanted to bother you. Not even Ms. Grimshaw, which is quite surprising considering it’s ‘her camp, her rules.’.

You’re gazing at the sky, noticing that two birds are currently making some sweet figures above you. While they're chirping, flying away from each other and then coming back, they unexpectedly bump their heads, causing you to gasp. You see them chirping louder afterwards during a short fall, causing you to start laughing. These two birds are literally an old couple having an argument, just like Dutch and Hosea !

When she hears your laugh, Mary-Beth is absolutely startled and quickly grabs her knife, believing someone is currently being tortured nearby. "Oh lord…" she gasps, looking at the surroundings as she notices that this strange noise is coming from a tree near the cliff of the hideout. No one seems to care much about that noise.

She calmly gets closer to your spot and notices you laughing, causing her to sigh and kneel before you, calmly taking your hands between hers with a sweet smile. "Are you okay, Y/N ?" she asks, still looking a little concerned. Your laugh is absolutely hilarious, causing her to chuckle a little.

You’re laughing so loudly that people could easily hear your voice in Valentine… if not even in Strawberry or Blackwater. Mary-Beth tries shushing you a little, calmly passing her hands through your hair while looking around. What if Pinkertons found you because of your laugh ?

The more Mary-Beth listens to your voice, the more she wants to chuckle with you. "Sweet Y/N, you’re going to make me laugh !" she giggles. Your teary face and beautiful smile are not helping her resist this sudden temptation to join you in a laughing session.

Mary-Beth finally gives in after a few good seconds, letting out a nice laugh to accompany yours. Your voices don’t really math at the moment, but that’s no big deal. Mary-Beth needed to laugh, she never really had the opportunity to have some fun since the Blackwater incident. It felt so good !

The two of you laugh until the sun goes down, called by Ms. Grimshaw to get your portion of stew. You had completely forgotten the notion of time ! You finally get to explain that these two birds, the way they bumped their heads, the way they chirped made you loose it… it gives Mary-Beth a new idea for the book she’s currently writing. Your laugh will also have a very detailed description !

Karen Jones :

You and Karen spent an entire day doing laundry, taking care of the camp, patrolling around the hideout with your respective riffles in your hands. Right now, the only thing you want is to have a good drink. And… let’s just say you had a few of them. After all, don’t you deserve a beer for what you’re doing ?

With this dose of alcohol held in your body, your brain can’t really function normally. So anything Karen says can easily trigger either laughs or tears. Karen starts mimicking Arthur, who is grumbling on his cot, obviously not happy about this sudden imitation. "I’m a strong and threatening cowboy who eats flowers !" she roars. And the overall situation is what triggers your sudden laugh.

The noise you just made quickly freezes Karen who quickly stops her imitation, looking straight towards your direction. "What the hell was that !" she gasps with a large smile as she sees you trying to mute your laughs behind your hands. "Oh my god, Y/N !" she chuckles.

You try apologising, but no word can come out of your mouth some other very weird noises. As she notices you can’t stop laughing, Karen restarts her drunken imitation of Arthur, who is still pouting on his bed. "Fear me, I love horses more than humans ! Fear me !" she shouts.

Karen absolutely adores watching you laugh, despite being a little weirded out by this hilarious noise she just heard. It only adds some more depth to your incredible personality, and Karen loves people with very strong personalities… or drunk fools like Sean.

She keeps imitating Arthur, causing him to leave his tent to have a drink with John and Bill. "And now I’ll head for a beer with ma’ dumb brothers !" Karen groans, leading you to laugh even louder than before. Dear lord, it feels so great to see you smile, and Miss Jones won’t make it stop just yet !

At some point, her legs can’t hold her anymore, causing her to sit by you. She looks at you for a moment with starry eyes, still amused by your peculiar laugh. Being drunk makes her enjoy this moment even more than what she expected, as she chuckles with you !

You stop laughing after some time, causing Karen, and the rest of the gang, mostly, to feel a sudden void around the hideout. Even if your laugh was peculiar and not forcibly the most elegant, Karen loved it, but she will surely shiver whenever she will hear it again !

#arthur morgan #sadie adler #charles smith #dutch van der linde #mary beth gaskill #karen jones #azurestales #rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #sorry i struggled with both Mary-Beth and Karen omg #rdr2 fanfic #Sean's bad jokes #red dead redemption 2 #female reader #i'm sorry if it's inaccurate pls don't be mad

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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How Will I Know (Chapter One) - Steve Harrington

A/N: hello my loves, just to continue with my Steve Harrington obsession, I now bring you a series for King Steve! I’m not sure how long it will be, about five or six chapters I think but I hope you like it :D this will be set in season 2 since Steve is still in school but after he broke up with Nancy of course :) also it will feature Eddie and Robin because... well, why not xD

Request - my-idea-was-stolen asked: So i was thinking abt a request for steve where the girl is secretly pinning over him but is suree that he won't notice her because of how she's not popular but good at studies and everything but then somehow he notices her when they both get assigned together to do something and then jalshdkdlf their relation blooms ?!?!Idk if this makes sense but yeah ik not really sure abt the plot of it either so I'm sorry but yeah hope u like it

Warnings: set in S2; reader wears glasses; Hellfire guys being kind of assholes at first; I think that’s it but please tell me if I miss anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

Your name: submit What is this?

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How Will I Know

There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above Oh, I lose control, can't seem to get enough, uh-huh When I wake from dreaming, tell me, is it really love?

"You're staring again" you were snapped out of your thoughts by Eddie's voice.

"W-what? No, I wasn't" you said, going back to your food but feeling your cheeks burning as you looked down.

"Oh, really? Then what were we talking about" Gareth laughed.

"Uh- about... the uh- next campaign for D&D?"

"Not even close" Jeff laughed.

"Hey" Kevin said, walking over and sitting down. "What's going on?"

"Well, she's staring at Harrington again" Gareth laughed.

"I am not!"

"Really? Again? Aren't you over your little crush?" Kevin laughed too.

"Shut up" you said, feeling your cheeks burning and not daring to look up from your food.

"Come on, we're just doing this for your own good" Jeff insisted, pushing your arm a little.

"Exactly, it's time you let go over that stupid crush-" Gareth told you.

"Guys" Eddie warned, noticing how your behavior changed and you were not comfortable with this conversation.

"I mean, imagine Steve 'The Hair' Harrington falling for someone like you" Kevin said, laughing a little too loud along with your other friends.

"Shut up! You don't have to be such jerks about it" you snapped.

"We're not saying it to be jerks" Gareth told you. "But come on, his last girlfriend was Nancy Wheeler" he chuckled.

"Yeah, you can't really compare yourself to Nancy Wheeler" Kevin added. "She's beautiful and you're-"

"I'm what, Kevin?" you asked, getting upset.

"Well, you just don't look like the kind of girls that King Steve goes out with" Jeff stated. "So, it would be best if you just let it go" he said.

"Right" you said, feeling a big lump in your throat and trying your best not to cry. "Thank you so much for reminding me that, guys" you said, getting up and walking away from them.

"Hey, princess, come on!" Gareth tried before he felt Eddie hitting him on the back of his head.

"What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" Eddie snapped.

"What are you talking about, we didn't say anything that wasn't true" Jeff told him.

"Really? Well, how do you think it makes her feel when you tell her that she's not as pretty as Nancy Wheeler? What the fuck?"

"We didn't mean to-?"

"Yeah, well, you still did" he said, getting up. "You guys suck sometimes" he muttered and then he glared at Gareth. "And only I call her princess" he said before following you.

As soon as you stepped into the last bathroom stall, you removed your glasses and finally let the tears fall down your cheeks. You felt embarrassed, but mostly, angry. Not because your friends were jerks, which they were, but because they were right. You had no idea why you couldn't let this go. You had been in love with Steve Harrington for so long but you knew it was completely useless. He was one of the most popular guys in school. Even after Nancy Wheeler had broken up with him and now Billy Hargrove seemed to be making his way to the top. He was perfect. Everything about him. His beautiful chocolate eyes. His soft, wonderful hair. His, big, bright, adorable smile. Everything about him was perfect in your eyes. And you? You were basically invisible. A wallflower. A nobody. You knew there was no way in a million years that someone as perfect as Steve Harrington would ever even notice someone as insignificant as you. You heard someone entering the bathroom and walking right in front of your door before they knocked.

"Go away, Eddie" you said, trying your best not to have your voice break.

"You know that's not gonna happen, princess" he said, leaning against the wall. You sighed and got up, opening the door and revealing your tear-stained face. "Aw, c'mere" he said, hugging you to him and you broke down crying. "Don't listen to them, sweetheart-"

"But they're right, Eddie" you said, pulling away. "And I know it shouldn't bother me this much but-" you sighed. "Why do I have to like someone like Steve Harrington?"

Eddie was your best friend in the entire world. The two of you grew up next to each other and he was like the big brother you never had. If it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't even have any other friends. Aside from Robin.

"Because that's not something you can decide" he laughed. "Look, Harrington's not that bad" he tried. "You never know, maybe he has a thing for nerdy, shy girls who like to play D&D" he said, trying to cheer you up and making you chuckle just slightly.

"You're just saying that because you hope Chrissy Cunningham has a thing for metalheads with long hair who love to play D&D" you smiled up at him.

"Hey! It could happen. At least Chrissy and I have hung out before-"

"Once, at our talent show in middle school, and I honestly doubt she remembers" you chuckled.

"Well, still" he argued, glad that you were feeling better. "So, are you gonna be okay, or do you need me to kill those assholes we call friends?" he said, making you laugh a little again.

"I'm okay" you said, hugging him again. "Thanks, Eddie" you smiled. "Now get out of the girls' bathroom before someone sees you" you said and he chuckled, kissing your head and leaving.

You went over to wash your face and fix yourself when you heard the bell ring. You quickly grabbed your things and made your way out of the bathroom as fast as you could but bumped into someone when you did.

"Jesus Christ!" you heard that voice. You looked up from the floor and found Steve Harrington looking back at you. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, are you alright?" he asked, offering you his hand. You looked at it and back at him and you nervously took it, trying your best to stop your hand from shaking.

"Y-yeah, that's okay, I wasn't paying attention either" you said shyly.

"You sure you didn't hurt yourself?" he asked, flashing the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen.

"Y-yes, I'm f-fine" you chuckled nervously.

"Okay, cool" he said. "See you around, then" he said, walking past you back on his track.

You sighed, staring dreamily at him. You knew Eddie had just tried to make you feel better. But every time you looked at Steve, there was a small part of you that hoped with all of your heart that he could maybe be right.

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"I'm just saying, I don't get what the big deal is" Robin, another one of your few friends, told you while you were in class. "I mean, look at him. He always gets bagel crumbs all over the floor and he asks dumb questions and he's such a douchebag-"

"Hey! Cut him some slack" you complained. "You're just saying that because you hate that Tammy Thompson has a crush on him" you whispered.

"I'm just saying, I don't get why you like him so much" she told you.

"Well, he's cute" you said as if it was obvious. "And he's nice. I bumped into him today and he helped me up and-"

"Whoa, hold on! You talked to him? As in talk to him?" she asked, curiously.

"Don't say it like that, I have talked to him before-"

"No, you haven't!" she laughed and you glared at her.

"Yes, I have!"

"Let's recall, shall we?" she asked, grabbing one of your notebooks she knew you used as your personal 'I love Steve Harrington' journal. She looked through the pages and landed on one. "Ah! Here. He asked you if he could borrow a pencil" she chuckled and looked for another entry. "On this day, he asked, what you got for answer number three on a math test. Spicy" she mocked you and you glared at her. "And, on this day, which is my personal favorite" she smirked. "He shared with you his passion hatred towards Billy Hargrove saying, 'What an ass, huh?'" she said, going over to a new blank page. "So, I guess we can now add, 'Bumped into him and he helped me up'" she wrote on it. "You know, if you keep this up, you might end up married by graduation-"

"Alright, fine, that's enough!" you rolled your eyes, grabbing the notebook from her.

"I'm just saying, the guy is a douchebag, how can you think he's this perfect?"

"You're the one to talk! You think Tammy Thomson is perfect!" you whispered the last part.

"She is!"

"She wants to be like a singer" you laughed.

"So? She has dreams!"

"Have you heard her sing? She sounds like a muppet!"

"She does not!"

"Does too!"

"Uh, hey ladies" the two of you stopped when you heard someone interrupting and you looked up to see Steve Harrington standing there.

"Holy shit" you both muttered under your breath. Had you somehow summoned him? "Uh... h-hello" you managed to say, trying not to stare at him while Robin smirked.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to switch places since Tammy is your partner" he said, looking at Robin.

"W-what? P-partner? What do you mean partner?" she stuttered, nervously.

"For... the project?" Steve said as if it was obvious. "Mrs. Click just... assigned partners?" he kept going. "You're with Tammy Thompson" he explained. "And I'm with you" he said, looking straight at you.

"Y-you're with m-me?" you stuttered, trying not to let your heart warm at the sound of the sentence that Steve Harrington was with you.

"Oh! Right, yeah, I knew that" Robin said, grabbing all of her stuff and winking at you. "Good luck" she said before she ran over to Tammy Thompson. Steve let out a soft chuckle and took Robin's place in front of you.

"So, it looks like we're gonna be partners" he said.

"Uh-huh" you were only able to say.

"I'm Steve-" he started as he stuck out his hand.

"Harrington, I know" you smiled awkwardly, shaking his hand. You are so stupid. "I uh- we've had classes together since kindergarten" you said blushing even more at the fact that he really had no idea who you were. Of course, he wouldn't. He was Steve Harrington and you were... well, nobody.

"W-we have?" he asked with his smile falling and feeling a bit bad about not remembering you. "I m-mean, o-of course we have" he said awkwardly.

If you had felt stupid the entire day, courtesy of your friends, you felt a new level beyond that now. Here you were, literally writing down the four times Steve Harrington had barely acknowledged your existence and he had absolutely no idea who you were.

"You have no idea what my name is, do you?" you said with a small smile to let him know you weren't mad at the fact that he didn't. Because, really, why would he? Steve bit his lip awkwardly and placed his hand on the back of his head, which you think was absolutely adorable.

"Uh- y-yes" he said with his cheeks blushing. "O-of course, I do-" he chuckled nervously.

"You do?" you asked with an arched eyebrow. You knew he was only trying to be polite, but a really small part of you actually hoped that he might just know it. Even if it was because Mrs. Click had just told him his partner's name.

"Yeah" he insisted.

"Well, what is it then?" you asked with a small chuckle.

"It's um-" he said, looking down at your things to see if your name was on them, but no such luck. How could he not know? Mrs. Click had just told him and pointed at you when she assigned him his partner. "Umm-"

"It's (Y/N)-"

"(Y/N), yes! I was just going to say that!" he insisted, making you laugh a little.

"Of course, you were" you smiled.

"I swear!" he insisted with a sweet smile. "Alright, I promise I won't forget it from now on, okay?"

"It's okay, really" you assured him. "There's no real reason why you should remember my name" you smiled shyly, but it came out sadder than you intended to and Steve felt a string pulled on his heart.

"Hey, no, don't say that" he told you. "I'm just... really bad at names" he insisted. "I promise I won't forget it, alright? I mean, now we're partners, and... didn't I just bump into you earlier today?" he asked, making your stupid heart flutter at the thought of him remembering you. Yeah, as the dumb girl who bumped into him.

"Uh- yeah" you nodded. "That was me" you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

"See? So it was meant to be" he smiled. "We bumped into each other and now we're partners" he smiled at you. Meant to be. "So... should we... get started on this project?"

"Oh, y-yeah, sure" you smiled shyly and realized you had no idea what the project was about.

"Could I... take a look at your notes? To be honest, I wasn't really paying attention" he chuckled, grabbing your notebook.

"Sure-" you said before you realized which notebook he took. "Wait, NO!" you said, grabbing it from him and closing it, putting it in your bag. That was your 'Steve entry' journal. "Uh- that's m-my notebook for another class" you said, feeling your cheeks burning like they never had before.

"Oh, sorry" he laughed, a little confused when he saw your other notebook on our desk, with a blank page. "Were you... also not paying attention?"

"Um... r-right, I was... kind of distracted talking to Robin" you admitted. "But... it looks like what we have to do is pick a classic book, like The Great Gatsby, and see how it can adapt to our daily life" you said, looking at the board and starting to take notes.

"Okay, cool so, we should do The Great Gatsby then-"

"A-actually, I don't think we should do that one" you said, nervously.

"Why not?" he asked, confused.

"Well, firstly, I think everyone will be doing that one" you rolled your eyes a little. "And secondly, it's a boring book" you admitted.

"What? You think The Great Gatsby is boring?" he chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a good book but... it's written by some rich white guy about some rich white guy, and I guess we're supposed to feel bad for him because he's obsessed with the only girl he can't have?" you chuckled.

"Well, maybe more people than you think can relate to that" Steve said, quietly.

"Maybe you can, but I don't... at all" you insisted. "I'm just saying there are plenty of other books, better books, that we can consider" you suggested.

"Okay, like which one?"

"Well" you said, grabbing your bag and putting out some of the books in them.

"Holy shit, you read all of these?" he asked, as you took out about five books. "Wait, are they like... for school or something?"

"No" you said shyly. "I just... like to read, I guess" you smiled.

"Okay, well I haven't read any of these" he said, going through your books. "So, you can choose which one-"

"N-no" you replied. "That wouldn't be fair" you told him. "Maybe we can each narrow it down to five books-" you stopped when you saw his worried expression. "Or three books, that should be enough" you said, seeing him sigh in relief. "And then we can decide together" you smiled politely.

"Okay, sure- sounds good" he smiled. "So, do you want to get together after school to work on this?" he asked casually. Even if it was a study date, your heart still couldn't tell the difference. You were going to hang out with Steve Harrington after school. No, no you weren't.

"Um, uh- a-actually I have to work today" you said, feeling disappointed.

"Oh, where do you work?" he asked curiously.

"At the... diner" you said as if it was obvious. As if he should remember to see you there at least once since he's there every Saturday.

"Benny's Diner?" he asked and you nodded. "No kidding! I love it there! I go there all the time" he smiled.

"I know" you blurted out before you could stop yourself. "I m-mean, I see everyone from school there all the time" you covered up. "It's pretty packed Fridays and Saturdays" you said. "I've... seen you there with your friends" you smiled. Not friends. Dates. Girls you have always secretly wished it was you. "I'm off tomorrow, though" you said, getting back to the point.

"Well, then tomorrow it is" he smiled.

"Uh- um, s-sure, we could get together at the library-"

"Oh, I was thinking we could go to my house" he suggested, making your heart drop.

"At y-your house?" you asked, feeling your entire body shaking.

"Yeah, I mean, it's just more comfortable than some old library, and I have way better snacks, I promise" he smiled. "If that's... okay with you, of course" he added.

"I uh- w- um-" you stuttered. You in Steve Harrington's house. "S-sure" you managed to blurt out.

"Cool" he said just as the bell rang. "So, we can meet up by the parking lot when school ends, sounds good?" he smiled. You were still processing your whole conversation so you could only nod. "Great, see you later, (Y/N)" he smiled before he walked away.

Holy shit. You were going to spend tomorrow afternoon with Steve fucking Harrington.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.2]

A/N: soooo what do you guys think? should I do a part 2? also, let me know if you would like to be tagged on the next part :D hope you liked it!

#how will i know #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington series

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animeomegas · 2 years

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I love what you write about Light, but I can't stop thinking about how his father sits and watches his son have sex. Especially if he didn't know he had an alpha. He could guess, but see it live. And if there were other people in the room, the level of awkwardness would increase even more. I think L would have a lot of questions after that. But on the other hand, if I were in the place of the alpha, I would give such a show that they would regret the cameras and remove them as quickly as possible. Or, on the contrary, they envied Light. It will be funny if the next day Light's father can't look him in the eye or tries to find out what he knows about sex and contraception. 😆😆😆

Oh, his father knew that the alpha best friend and Light's relationship was very close and he expected it to blossom into a romantic relationship when they were a bit older, but that doesn't mean it isn't one hell of a shock to see his son like that, fucking his alpha best friend in his childhood bedroom.

It's just him and L watching the cameras to protect his family's privacy, and Light's dad can't decide if that's better or worse.

Light's poor father is just sputtering and saying he can't believe his son would do this. He's in some next level denial.

(L just says that he should be happy his son and partner are using condoms as many young people are not as intelligent. Soichiro has never disliked a compliment on his son's intelligence before that point lol)

I'm now imagining L googling stats on young people and when they start having sex to figure out if this is normal. Watching this makes L feel pretty weird but he doesn't want to question why XD

But oh yeah, Light and his alpha put on a show! Light has to act a lot more submissive than normal which bothers him, but other than that they really go at it. (Light is unaware that his father is watching though, he thinks it's only L just saying.)

There aren't any microphones but it's not hard to imagine how loud Light is being from the video.

(Alpha reader lowkey trying to make Light squirt for the audience to prove how well they know his body lmaooo)

Light's dad texts his wife like 'never leave Light home alone again, I'll shop for food on my way home from work.. just... stay at home!'

His wife: 'But Light is so responsible, he can stay home for a few hours alone, dear.'

Soichiro: *horrifying flashbacks of Light's responsibility*

Thanks for sending this in, it made me laugh a lot, I love this dynamic XD

#death note #n-sfw #omegaverse #a/b/o #light x reader #light #alpha reader #asks #hcs #headcanons #alpha!reader #reader insert

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tamayosclinic · 2 years

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Hello!

How are you? Do you have any plans for summer? :D

Could I request childhood friends to lovers SFW (and maaaybe NSFW) headcanons with Kyoujurou? I'm a sucker for this trope, but there's lack of it in kny fandom (or I just can't search properly lol), so I went "LET'S FREAKING GOOO", when saw that your requests are open. xD Preferably female reader, but GN is also fine!

Kyojuro x F!Reader childhood friends to lovers HCs

Warning(s): Includes NSFW HCs

Author's Note(s): I might go on an out of town family trip towards the end of the summer, but since my sister and I are taking summer classes, the planning is complicated. Aside from that, this turned out longer than I expected so sorry for the short NSFW section was short. Enjoy.

Word Count: 604

Your mother was friends with Kyojuro’s mother, Ruka. When you first met him, you instantly clicked. Kyojuro had been training from the moment he learned to walk, but he started veering away from it to hang out with you.

Shinjuro thought you were a bad influence but kept his opinion to himself thanks to Ruka telling him to let Kyojuro enjoy his childhood. When Ruka got sick and died after having Senjuro, he became more focused on his training than being a kid.

Kyojuro was glad that you remained friends with him. If you want, he would even teach you about breath styles and demons, though he made you promise that you would only use it in self-defense rather than become a demon slayer.

You watched as he completed his job milestones, from passing the final selection to reaching Kinoe rank. Then came Mitsuri Kanroji. Her relationship with Kyojuro was strictly mentor/student, but you could not help the twist in your heart when you thought of them being alone while on duty. You deserve an award for not letting it show during your interactions with Mitsuri.

When you received news from Kyojuro’s crow that he got promoted to Hashira, you and Senjuro got to work preparing a celebration at your house—because Shinjuro would shut it down if you held it at his house.

You became acquainted with the other Hashira through Kyojuro. That twisting feeling in your heart re-emerged when you watched him interact with Shinobu, who was flirty with him—whether unintentional or not, you could not tell, but it didn’t matter. You wanted to butt in and drag Kyojuro away but held back since it was your first time meeting the Hashira.

You held some resentment, so you vented about it to your mom when you returned home, and she said the magic words that sent you down the rabbit hole, “you’re jealous (Y/n). You must have a little crush on your friend.”

You tried your best to deny it, but you failed. You began noticing subtle things you would do when around Kyojuro. Longing stares, your heart leaped when you heard his loud voice, hearty laugh, and the desire to feel his warmth. Still, you are good at keeping things to yourself. Kyojuro is a Hashira, and you’re a regular citizen. You were sure he would go for someone within the corps who could handle themselves.

Those thoughts didn’t last long, thanks to Senjuro outing Kyojuro’s habit of practicing a confession loudly in his sleep. You confessed your feelings to Kyojuro when he returned from a mission.

Dates, gift-giving, nights slept cuddling, and sweet moments that follow his return from mission become the norm.

NSFW

You are Kyojuro’s priority during intimacy. His cock is thick, so he makes sure you are wet enough and adjust when he slips in.

Your first few times together are pure vanilla as you both learn what gets the other going, then you establish your likes and dislikes through experimenting.

I think we all agree that Kyojuro has a breeding kink and lots of stamina. If you’re down, he’d like to beat his best record each time. Praise kink and getting his hair pulled are also his favorites. Impact play is also on the table if you ask for it.

Semi-public sex occasionally happens because the man is insatiable. However, if his fellow Hashiras are likely to catch you in the act, he’d rather wait until you are at least a mile away. He cums anywhere except your face. You have the face of a goddess, and he finds it treasonous to soil it with his seed.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny headcanons

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solomons-poison · 4 months

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The year is 2024 and I am currently sitting in my bedroom re-reading the Motonari Mouri piece you wrote for me for what seems like ages ago (It's been twelve days xD). First of all, I find it impressive how you were able to summarize the relationship in the game into the first paragraph OAO I'm already on someone else's route (whispers Kanetsugu Naoe :3) but reading that brought back all the memories of when I first played his route (you literally gave me an anime flashback lol).

My fav non dialogue line would have to be 'You tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips, but of course your sharp-eyed lover could see through it'. (Excellent use if micro expressions :D!) Which was then immediately followed by one of my fav dialogue lines ("What ideas do you have growin' in that flower garden of yours, huh?") It also made me laugh out loud because you got his vernacular down pat >w<!

Best moments in my opinion are when each person is showing care towards the other (reassurance/reaffirming boundaries and gratitude/offering an act of service in return). The bathing process was very interesting to digest (I was surprised to see mention of rice water but the more I think on it, the more it makes sense… if that makes sense XD?) Omg, the kiss scene swoons >A<~ Thank you again for writing this Tarren ;w; It was a beautifully intimae (and steamy) snapshot that I would fully believe you if you said it actually happened in a side story or limited event because it was so in character and your writing is more than on par with the OG writers of the game :'> hugs Hope 2024 brings you everything you want in life <3

Lynn I am SOBBING cause your feedback is always so incredibly sweet 😭😭

I am so glad you liked it!! I had to do some research about what people used in place of shampoo in ancient Japan and most resources cited camellia oil and rice water, which I found very interesting! But the reasoning behind it made sense, so I thought I'd incorporate it for a touch of realism lmao.

One of my favorite things to write is expressions, because a person's expression can say a lot about something. And Motonari can be really observant, especially when he's feeling nervous, so I feel like he'd be watching everything carefully out of instinct.

Haha I'm glad you liked the flower garden line. Since it's one of the things he says the most to MC, I figured I had to stick it in there somewhere. I do like Motonari a lot, he is a tough character to warm up to but I did enjoy his route a lot (and your prompt actually put me in the mood to read his route again, I'm currently halfway through!). But sometimes I feel a little shaky on his mannerisms and what he may like or dislike. But I knew touch was his biggest thing that he had difficulty with in his route (asides from general trust issues), so I wanted to give him something fluffy and reassuring.

I'm very happy that you enjoyed it, and thank you as always for your sweet words and taking the time to send me your thoughts about what I wrote, it means so much to me! May you have an amazing 2024 that brings you much good luck and joy!

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anotherexistingbeing · 1 year

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[The reborn primordial shitpost]

(I was gonna draw this but too lazy to

Also keep in mind that Kito's a young adult in this)

Nezha: bouta drink tea Ao Bing brought over as the lotus prince guards the samadhi fire map

Kito: pops out halfway through a shadow portal

YOU HAVE SIBLINGS?!

Nezha: Flinches with a yelp as he whips his head around, having nearly dropped his tea until he saw it was just Kito

Still upset though

DON'T DO THAT!

he cleared his throat

But, Yes.

I do have siblings..

Kito: I wanna meet em, Please!

They pop out the shadow portal with an excited little jitter and tail wag, their eyes sparkling

Nezha: 'For a soft spoken individual, They can still be rather loud...and energetic-' 💭

He chuckled and set his tea down

As much as I'd like for you to meet my siblings, They aren't exactly available right now.

Kito: Upon hearing this news, Their whole mood fell a bit gloomy as their tail and 8 years drooped

The sparkles in their eyes falling to a dim as they held their head low with a disheartened sigh

Aw...Boo...

Nezha: He couldn't help but feel a bit bad at seeing the young cub so sad, Placing his hand on their head to give them comfort pats

I'm sorry Lotus, But I swear the moment they are all available: I will arrange a meeting and take you to meet them, Someday..

He tried making a promise he could think of keeping as he ruffles Kito's hair gently

Kito: their eyes lit back up at his words as their 8 ears perked, Looking back up at him with a wide smile and tail wag

Really?!

Nezha: he nods as he smiled warmly at the cub

Of course, But I expect you to be on your best behavior when the time comes!

Kito: You're one to talk.. =^=

Nezha: WHU-

Alright then, Forget it!

He turned away with a frown of slight annoyance

Kito: their fur went on end at his response

WAIT, NOOO!

They leap to hug their uncle lotus from behind, basically a sudden piggyback ride as they wrap their arms around his neck

I'm sorry!

Please keep your word!

Please, please, please!

Nezha: trying not to laugh as this cub was too easy to tease

@monkiebois

Have some fluff xd

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intothewickedwood · 11 months

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Ruby or Mulan, Maleficent or Cruella, Dragon Queen or Outlaw Queen, Shadow Queen or Regina x Kathryn?

Gaaah! Thank you for the questions! These are challenging, for sure!

Ruby. But it's close! The werewolf thing wins it for me, and also because she was in Season One. I have a lot of Season 1 feelings. And also her friendship with Snow! And "Red-Handed" being one of my favorite episodes. She's a great and tragic character who does her best to help others no matter what she's going through herself.

I do love Mulan a lot, though. I may be in love with both Red and Mulan. Oops! I just wish we'd gotten more of Mulan. I loved her dynamics with every character she interacted with. She's such a badass. Mulan x Aurora x Phillip is one of my favorite ships in the show, and I also wouldn't have said no to Mulan and Ruby ending up together. Mulan deserved better.

Cruella. I agree with you about having a lot of room to explore with Maleficent, as she could have done with a bit more development in the show. I'd have at least loved to have seen more of her relationship with Lily. She was an adorable mom in the one episode we got to see them interact. But Cruella makes me laugh out loud. She has some of the best lines. "Sympathy for the De Vil" is one of my favorite, most unique episodes. She just wants to murder people! Let her have her happy ending, Isaac! xD. I don't know, she's just so fun, but I do still really enjoy Maleficent. I wish they'd explained what the heck happened with her and Aurora's parents. I like to believe she was in love with Briar Rose, and it went terribly wrong.

Definitely Dragon Queen. I've just been having a discussion on a different website about how Robin Hood was possibly evil the whole time. Looking at the evidence, his words don't match up with his actions. If he wants to steal from the rich, why date Regina? His code says he can't divorce his wife, but he'll… let her die instead? In the book, there is a page which shows that when he met Marian, he planned to kidnap her for ransom, yet he tells Will that he tried to steal her horse, didn't because she was poor, and from that day forward, he chose to steal only from the rich and give to the poor. Yet, in "Heart of Gold," we see that he only decides to steal from the rich and give to the poor long after he and Marian are a couple. Not to mention he shot at Regina without hesitation when looking for the Wicked Witch and, knowing at the time that the Wicked Witch had bright red hair, hid in the bushes and aimed his arrow at the back of a clearly dark-haired Regina's head for a good while before making his presence known. It's just a theory, but I do wonder if he had a plot for revenge against her all along, at least at first. I think that would have made him a much more interesting character. Otherwise, I struggle to make sense of why Regina, post formation of the Evil Queen, would want to be with someone like him. She kinda had to change her personality during their interactions just to make it make a little sense. It's just not for me. But power to those who like it, and I may adopt the revenge plot theory as headcanon, which might make me more invested in them.

Dragon Queen, on the other hand, has to be canon, right? I mean, the intensity of the moments when their noses almost touch. I think they should have kissed. There is so much blatant subtext there, and it's so wonderfully gay. Okay, so Regina rode home on a dragon. Okay, girl, I see you. "Are you a bad girl, Regina?" "The worst." I mean, come on! Everything that comes out of their mouths when they interact just screams "we are exes who can't stop flirting with each other." I love it! I wish it was more explicit!

Okay, this last one is really freaking hard. I do love both almost equally, but I've been thinking a lot about Regina x Kathryn lately and their potential, and I just wanna go back to season 1 and make them fall in love. I want the angst post-season 1. I need it! I honestly would have been ecstatic if Regina had ended up with either of them. And it's totally cool that she ended up single at the end. That was a nice way to demonstrate that happy endings/beginnings don't have to involve romantic love. But goddamn, I wish Facilier didn't die. I know love triangles aren't popular, but heck, if they'd brought Facilier in earlier and had a Kathryn/Regina/Facilier love triangle, I would have been very happy. Idk, I love both pairings, but the Kathryn x Regina friends-to-lovers gets me. And we could have gotten so much more Kathryn. *Cries forever*.

#ask #asks #darkpoisonouslove

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ogdoadfates · 1 year

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May I ask for “don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol.” for Vaxleth? ^_^ Thank you!!!

XD always! I’ma go college au for this one! This has to be one of my more silly writings but tbh I love it for that lol. “don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol.”-taking care of a lover’s injury

Keyleth really was trying her best not to laugh and judging by Vax’s pouting face she isn’t doing a good job of it but she can’t help it this entire situation is just too funny. Vex and Percy had gone to Whitestone for one of Cassandra's events but had to leave poor Trinket in her and Vax��s care due to him recovering from a surgery. Vex had warned them that Trinket had gotten a fair bit restless recently due to him not being allowed to run around but even with that warning they still ended up here. When her and Vax went to go pick up Trinket the large dog couldn’t contain his energy and tried desperately to get them to play any sort of strenuous game they could with him. Keyleth remembers even commenting to Vax they should probably use his more heavy duty harness in case he pulls too hard when they go on his walk but Vax said it’d be fine. It was not fine. But by the gods it was hilarious. As soon as they left the door, Trinket bolted, sweeping Vax off his feet but to Vax’s credit he didn’t let go of the leash. Instead Trinket dragged Vax for a good quarter mile across the field Keyleth had drove them too. It was like something out of a cartoon. Of course she ran after them to help, laughing the entire time. She was still chuckling when she finally got Trinket to stop dragging her boyfriend across the park. Luckily despite the mad dashing Trinket was completely fine, Vax on the other hand wasn’t as lucky. He was covered head to toe in grass, dirt, scraps and all other sorts of things. When they got home he immediately fell onto the couch with a loud groan which leads them to now with her trying to contain herself and him pouting. “Alright, we got to get them clean.” She says helping him sit up. Keyleth sits next to him grabbing the supplies she had placed on the table. As soon as Keyleth presses the cloth to a scrape on his forehead he squirms and tries to pull away. “don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol.” She laughs as he playfully swats at her. He’s chuckling as well, sticking his tongue out at her but he moves back and let’s her get back to cleaning his wounds. It takes but only a couple minutes before Vax is all patched up, once done Keyleth gets up to put the supplies away. When she returns Vax greets her with an adoring smile. “Thanks, Kiki.” He says and she just smiles, shaking her head at him with a chuckle. “Maybe next time listen to me and Vex.” She teases as she joins him on the couch, leaning against him. Vax just rolls his eyes, slinging his arm around her shoulders to let her cuddle into him further.

#answered ask #answered prompt #vax x keyleth #keyleth x vax #keyleth #vax'ildan #vaxleth fanfic #vaxleth fanfiction #vax #vaxleth #critical role #criticalrole #criticalrole fanfic #critical role fanfiction #college au #trinket

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can-of-lizards · 1 year

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Could you write a one-shot about Pen sneaking his Builder girlfriend into his room for some late-night smooches? Maybe Miguel wakes up under the suspicion that Pen is up to something and knocks on the door, forcing Pen to sneak the Builder out of his room through the bedroom window where her horse is waiting patiently xD.

Here it is! I have to admit, this one turned out a bit…saucier than I had originally planned it to be lmao. It’s a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it! I enjoyed writing it.

Kiss Me

Fandom: My Time at Sandrock

Warnings: slight nsfw? They’re both horny on main ngl

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The arid landscape was bathed in color with the setting sun, an array of oranges, reds, and pinks painting the glittering sand. The protruding green cacti were a stark contrast against the warm hues, and though the desert was barren, it was beautiful in the light of the moon. A certain pig-nosed owl hooted contentedly in the dark, flapping his wings and settling on a wooden post to preen his feathers. All was quiet—all except for the hushed laughter of the builder.

“Where are we going?” She whispered, nearly tripping as the man led her up the stairs. She tried her best to contain her giggles, but the risqué nature of the situation made it hard. She felt like a teenager again, sneaking around so unabashedly and snickering like a child. Pen had surprised her on her way back home, sweeping her off her feet—she had to admit, with how exhausted she was, she was hesitant to reciprocate his eager attention. But he had ways of persuading her. With one soft touch of his lips on hers, her energy was renewed, and she let him take her hand—in that moment, she would’ve let him take her anywhere.

“Shh,” he said, turning his head to look at her and putting a finger up to his mouth, “you’ll see.”

His usual loud and boisterous voice was now quiescent and airy, sending a tingle up her spine. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes. She squeezed his hand tighter. As they reached the top the stairs, the builder looked over at the church and then back at Pen, a silent question being asked. The thought of being in such a holy place, laying prone in one of the pews with Pen’s hands exploring her every inch and—well, curse her bawdy imagination. The man smirked at her, seemingly reading her mind. She knew she was blushing.

He led her past the large building towards the dormitory, where they stopped in front of the door. Her eyes widened. Burgess and Miguel were surely sleeping inside.

“Here?” She asked quietly.

she squeaked in alarm as he abruptly snatched her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style through the entrance as she tried and almost failed to stop herself from laughing. The floorboards creaked dangerously under his feet, and any moment she expected a disgruntled Miguel to pop out and catch them sneaking in. Eventually they made it to Pen’s room, and she was gently set down. The door clicked shut.

Before she could say anything, Pen stepped forward and took her chin, tilting her head to look up at him. His eyes swam with both lust and love—a look that the builder was more than happy to reciprocate. She stood on her tiptoes, and Pen leaned down to meet her halfway, their lips clashing together almost desperately. He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist as she deepened the kiss, moaning slightly into the contact. Pen stumbled towards the bed, sitting on the edge as the builder stayed put in his lap.

By the time they separated, she was out of breath, and Pen looked at her admiringly as she lost her composure, chest heaving and face flushed. The man maneuvered her until she was laying down on the mattress, with him hovering above her. He lowered himself enough to kiss her again, and she made an embarrassing noise at the back of her throat as he drew back. One of his hands went to cup her cheek.

“Do you want this?” he asked. The builder gulped and nodded her head almost immediately.

“Yes, please,” She breathed, “kiss me.”

Pen smiled, and there was that hint of cockiness he was so well known for. So confident, so self-assured—the builder felt like a piece of putty in his hands, malleable to the touch. Pen lowered down and peppered her face with tiny smooches, all over her forehead and nose and cheeks. She couldn’t hold back the fluttery laughter as he attacked her with affection. The mood quickly turned from playful to passionate again when their lips met in another kiss; the heat growing between her legs was becoming unbearable; it was impossible to stay completely still. She squirmed and pressed her thighs together, and Pen obviously noticed her arousal when their lips separated once again.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, gazing down at her vulnerable form. One of his hands traveled down her torso until it was rested on her lower stomach, where he pressed down slightly. If she wasn’t so hot and bothered, perhaps she would’ve been embarrassed by the whimper that left her throat at the feeling. Wanting to return the favor, she was about to reach down when—

There was a sudden knock on the door. The spell they were under was broken and the builder nearly slammed her head into Pen’s trying to sit up too quickly. Pen helped her out of the bed and the two of them stood deathly still for a moment, before a voice echoed through the wood.

“Pen? Are you in there?”

Miguel. The builder wasn’t sure if it would’ve been better or worse if Burgess was the one disturbing them—Miguel was always startlingly observant, and he sounded suspicious. Pen ushered her towards the window as he responded.

“Yes! Just admiring my perfect physique in the mirror!”

“At…two in the morning?” Miguel said, bewildered. “Why am I not surprised…”

Was it really that late? Pen opened the window as quietly as possible, and now she really felt like a teenager. She had to admit, the thrill of possibly being caught made adrenaline pump through her veins, and she turned to Pen to initiate another deep kiss. He held her hips and pushed into the contact before pulling away.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow…” he said, barely audibly, into her ear. A shiver ran up her spine. He lifted her up and through the window, and she cupped his face, kissing his forehead. A part of her yearned to keep going—to ignore Miguel entirely and keep the taste of Pen’s lips on hers. But she knew they’d make up for it. There’d be plenty of other opportunities.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Pen smiled, lost in her gaze.

“I love you too.”

#my time at sandrock #mtas builder #mtas pen #fanfic #fanfic request

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