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zombieplaygrounds · 17 days

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cw: virgin men, masturbation, sexual fantasies, implied age gaps, implied inexperienced sexual relationships, oral sex, masturbation, whats the thing where you get caught jerkin it? that.

Everyone loves virgin! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god while he bullies a fat cock into your horny cunt. Huffing and puffing in your ear as he asks you how good you feel, accidentally overstimulating you but far too clueless to even consider that your shaking and trembling is related to how dumb he fucked you. 'Course, he was just trying to be sweet to you, maybe get some coffee if you hadn't jumped on him for a good ride on his meat.

Even virgin! König had a considerable amount of attention for his monstrous cock that he'd never be able to fully fill you with. Too much of a jock-ish idiot to even know where to begin with foreplay, just rams his fingers up your cunt until you're sore and bucking your own hips against his palm to help smear your sloppy juices down his wrist. Every single "do you feel good?" is followed by your crying whines for him to shut the fuck up and keep stroking his own cock. Eyes wide watching pearl tears drizzle from the angry tip.

But where do I, the writer, draw the line? Virgin! Price. Old bastard aged like fine wine, his values held to something much more conservative - planned to spend his first time with a beautiful woman he dressed in pretty white silk on her wedding day. Someone who made his heart throb passionately; not with lust and the greedy desire to consume and ravage away her beauty.

Ideally, a woman to grow a family with.

Of course, considering his job, the risks his simple existence poses on any of those close to him - he cowered. Though, Price never really did see a true need to focus on that one, simple wish. He was satisfied with his 141, a group of rebellious young men he considered his own children; he was satisfied with his rare takes of leave, where he spent his time hiking and hunting, occasionally catching up with old friends from his civilian life; most importantly, Price was content.

Was.

A past tense term, considering his "ideals" of what made life so damn tolerable were thrown out the window. Shattered into billions of pieces that painted maps around the single coffee mug that was left on his desk one early morning. A note in your handwriting, with the coffee made just exactly as he liked it, and maybe even a small pastry from the vending machine - a pastry which was his favorite. Usually one that was hard to get because it was so damn good. And the note?

Have a good day, Cap'n! Love ya! btw, this is your favorite, yeah?

Fuck. You were too cruel. You and your pretty handwriting, smudged in blue gel pen ink. It was cute, sweet, endearing from a young thing like you. Made him feel sick and perverse, adjust the tightness that began around his crotch - because it felt so fucking dirty to be some turned on by a kind gesture. Especially a gesture from something as sweet and innocent looking as you.

All of those thoughts in his mind brought to a painful, stirring silence. Price would've almost felt shame for his next actions, the somehow graphic act of taking a huff of the sweetly scented drink made just for himself by you. The smearing of his finger tips against the note and getting a faint whiff of your sweet scented hand cream, the one you keep in the staff fridge, bitching at anyone who touches at it (something he was personally victim to).

The gentle, candied scent was enough to make his cock stir; rub against the rough fabric of his boxers, through his pants, through to his palm that somehow assisted in a slow, grinding motion against his self. His hand tilting backwards, eyes rolling back. Was the door locked? He wondered, not bothering to even give himself a glance at the knob to see if the slit was tilted horizontally or vertically; none of it mattered, too consumed by the peak edge he needed.

Too consumed by filthy, tainted thoughts of you. Your lips smeared in his own milk white sperm, no doubt still virile despite his years of maturity; wondered if his load would take if you just gave him the chance. Wondered if you'd pant, or moan his name. If your cunt dripped or creamed around his throbbing cock; what he'd kill to see your entire body trembling from a few bounces against him. Shove his calloused fingers into that pretty mouth of yours, begging you to be silent, and good.

You would be his first and final; a crossing thought that blurred past his mind. And the thought of putting a pretty jewel on that little ring finger of yours made him audibly gasp, sweat droplets splatter down from his cheek to his chin. And you, you're so young, full of potential. A real energetic pup that would probably eagerly teach him all the ways to make you feel good.

By now, Price was roughly, almost brutishly, fisting his own cock. Panting and hunched over the pretty note made by pretty you. His eyes squeezed shut as he bit into his fist, trembling at the splattering liquid that filled his palm. Droplets hitting the floor beneath him, a mess that would be so fucking frustrating to clean; the last thought on his mind.

Because how could he focus when you stood at the other side of the desk, a palm on either side as you leaned forward. So softly whispering: "Cap'n, did you like the coffee that much?"

Virgin! Price, who gives you the honor of being the first missus to wrap a warm mouth and plump lips against the tip of cock, kitten licks to clean away pearly beads of arousal that dribbled down the shaft. His clean hand rubbing your scalp so gently, humming soft, purring coos; mentally pondering your ring size as you greedily fit him inside your mouth. Whining vibrations fading the thought away once again.

tagging my fwends: @yandere-kokeshi @kettlemouse @babybimbo777

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coryosbaby · 1 year

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Ultraviolence- E.L & C.M

(Pt. 3)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader, Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin

Warning: stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), dark! Ethan landry, face sitting, intoxication/sex while intoxicated, threesome (Chad x Ethan x reader), anal, p n v, creampie, sucking two dicks at the same time? LMAOO, throatfucking, reader is of age, sir kink, choking, spanking, rough sex, cum eating, hard dom! Ethan, soft dom! Chad, sub!reader

A/n: this is def getting out late but here is Pt. 3!! Chad is included in this one btw 💋 this literally took 3 days but sucks major ass, so I apologize

Your mom is walking down the aisle.

You really can’t believe it’s happening. She looks great, in her white wedding dress, but your thoughts are really on other things.

Honestly, you’re too far gone with Ethan to even go back to the way things were a few weeks ago. You two were now closer, impeccably so, and it’s definitely noticed by the both of your parents. Your mom is very glad that you and your big brother are finally warming up to each other. Getting along so much, even, that you spend almost every day together, swimming in the pool, going to the movies, spending the night in each other’s rooms.

If only she knew just how close you both were.

You watch as Wayne and your mom officially are announced husband and wife, watch how happy they both look.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you feel Ethan’s eyes on you.

You smile.

“No parties while we’re gone!! Oh, and don’t forget to water my plants, honey-”

“I know, mom, I know.” You laugh as you watch her struggle to load her last piece of luggage into the car. She finally gets it in, and shuts the trunk. Ethan stands next to his dad, who is also conversating about the rules to him. You smile softly when you see the boy laugh.

And when they finally leave in the car for their honeymoon, Ethan just can’t keep his hands to himself.

The moment you’re both in the house, his hands wrap around your throat and he shoves you against the wall. He presses a hot heavy kiss to your lips and you whine.

“Been waiting for this for so long, baby.”he groans, and begins to thrust his cock against your clothed pussy. “Get to have this precious little cunt for a fuckin’ week.”

He lifts up your skirt and rubs your clit through your panties. He grins when he sees his name written in your sloppy handwriting on the waistband. What if your parents see when you need to do laundry? You’re so dumb sometimes, but Ethan finds it endearing.

“E… my bed- please..” you murmur, soft lips against his cheek. He laughs against your mouth, and gives you space to begin moving up the stairs. You grab his hand and his eyes follow your beautiful form as you walk up to your room.

He takes his shirt off as he walks down the hall, and you turn around to look at him walking towards you. You bite your lip at his fit chest, and the big arms you love oh so much. You stumble against the wall beside your door and he’s kissing you again, trailing his sharp teeth down to your collarbones. You fumble for the doorknob, and when you get it open Ethan yanks you buy your hair and throws you onto the bed. He crawls on top of you, hands going down to unzip your skirt and throw it to the ground. He yanks down your panties with ease, and instantly starts to eat you out. You moan when his tongue enters your warm, wet hole, and your hands grasp onto his brown curls. Without realizing, your thighs wrap around Ethan’s head tightly. He laughs into your pussy, and then shoves a finger inside you. All you can do is let out loud, pretty sounds. Ethan pulls away then, and you whine in protest. He looks up at you, wiping his swollen mouth.

“I want you to sit on my face, baby.”

He lays down, hands beckoning you closer.

“C’mere.”

You comply immediately, bringing your thighs over to straddle him. He grabs you and places you over his mouth, bringing you down on him. You gasp, hands going down grasp his hair, as you begin to ride him.

It’s two days later, and you’re reading a book when Ethan walks in with a guy you’ve never seen before. He introduces himself as Chad, some guy that Ethan is friends with. He’s cute, with pretty eyes and a muscular figure. You notice the way his eyes avert down to your chest when you shake his hand, notice how his grip stays just a little bit longer than normal. Ethan narrows his eyes at the scene, careful not to say something that could get the both of you in trouble.

The two boys sit at the bar in the kitchen, and conversate. You sit back down on the couch and start to continue your book. However, your attention dilutes from the inked pages when Chad’s voice cuts through.

“Yeah, man. It’s totally crazy. Andrew’s parties are the best. You should pull up tonight.”

Ethan looks like he contemplates it, and then nods.

“Yeah. Sure, man.”

“Hey, your sister can come, too.”

“I told you, dude. She’s not my sister. Stop saying that.”

Your attention peaks even more at the mention of you. Although you aren’t that much of a party type, it seems fun to go out of the house for a little while. You also have a pink dress you’ve been dying to wear

“Yeah,” you chime in. “Maybe I’ll-“

“No. You aren’t going.”

You furrow your eyebrows at Ethan’s demanding tone, and turn around to glare at him.

“And why not, asshole?”

“Because I said so. You’re too young for that shit.”

“You’re like, two years older than me Ethan. And I can do what I want.”

“C’mon man, just let her go.” Chad chimes in. You smile at his defense towards you. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you will.” Ethan scoffs, and gets up to grab a cherry coke from the fridge.

“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to take care of your ass the whole night.”

You frown. He’s being so mean, and you don’t like it. But alas, you look at Chad.

“What time?”

The dress you’re wearing clings tightly to your body as you walk into the party in a random person’s house. You had invited your friend, and she had gotten there about twenty minutes before now. She was probably off getting guy’s numbers and making out with random girls. Not that you could judge. And even though she’s been your best friend since elementary school, even she doesn’t know about you and Ethan.

He’s beside you, and he isn’t looking you in the eye. You don’t know why, but you intend to ask him later. Chad begins to strike up a conversation to you about the book you’re reading (he’s never read it before, but he acts like he has), and his hand bumps against yours a few times as he walks up to get a drink. You move beside him and down a shot. Ethan’s hands brush against your hip as he grabs one of the small glasses next to yours.

“Open your mouth.” He demands. You furrow your eyebrows, but comply, and his hands hold your jaw as he pours the warm liquid down your throat.

“Good girl.” He watches as you swallow and he lightly slaps your cheek. You feel your panties get wet at the light sting it leaves, at the blatant humiliation.

Chad looks between the two of you in confusion. A weird moment between supposed stepsiblings, but he isn’t going to push it.

Until your friend calls you over from across the room, and Ethan’s hand runs along your side and down to your ass as you walk away. And then his eyes follow your form, follow your soft curves and pretty back. He looks so full of compassion.

Chad knows that type of touch. He knows that it’s not an accident, because he’s done it to plenty of girls that he’s liked before. And he definitely knows that look. The look of being in love.

He hesitates to speak up, before he clears his throat.

“Yo, man,” he leans in closer to him, in secrecy. “Are you and her…” he gestures between Ethan you, who’s dancing next to some random frat boy. Ethan grits his teeth at the sight, and the hand on his glass of liquor tightens. At Chad’s question, his eyebrows raise in surprise, but he puts on an amused smirk.

“What kind of freak do you take me for, Martin?” He chuckles. “You think I’m banging my little sister?”

Chad stares at him for a moment, watching the glint of his shiny white teeth as he grins. Usually someone would get a little bit more offended by that question. But once again, he’s not going to push it. He awkwardly laughs, and begins shaking his head.

“Nah, man. I was just joking.” He takes another sip of his drink. “Meant nothin’.”

Your head is spinning as you take a small hit of the joint that your friend passes to you. You feel amazing, as if you can jump off of a cliff and feel no pain. You’d had a few drinks, so you’re a little tipsy, and maybe a tad bit high. But you’re stable enough to walk on your feet and not stumble. You watch as your friend gets whisked away by some guy she had been talking to the whole night, to the outside of the house. You see Ethan talking to some random guy from his econ class and scream his name from across the room. He walks over to you, annoyed.

“What do you want? I’m busy.”

You pout, and wrap your arms around him to pull him into a tight hug. Neither of you should be this affectionate in public, but you’re both too intoxicated to really care. He smells amazing, like aftershave and cologne.

“Wanna fuck you, E.” You whisper into his ear, and he smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Wanna fuck you on the couch, like we did when mom and dad were home. Please?”

He chuckles into your neck, his arms wrapped around you.

“Not here, sweet thing. We need to find a room.”

You whine and his grip tightens.

“Don’t be a bad girl.”

“But.. you’ve been-“ you frown, and his hand goes down to grip your waist and turn you towards the stairs of the house. “Been ignoring me the whole night. And you’ve been s’mean to me.”

He sighs, as you both begin to go up the stairs.

“I know, angel. I’m sorry. But Chad has been getting on my nerves. I know he wants you. And we can’t have that, can we?”

“Maybe we can…” you murmur. You reach the top of the stairs and Ethan pulls you close to him in a harsh grip.

“What was that?”

“Maybe..” you hesitate, cheeks blazing. “Maybe I want you and Chad to fuck me.”

“That so?” His eyes practically turn to slits, and he grips your arm harshly and yanks you into an empty room. Hands fumbling with his belt, he talks to you through gritted teeth.

“bet you’d like to be torn open by two cocks, wouldn’t you baby? Don’t worry, you’re gonna get it.” He pushes you onto the bed, and you sit up on the edge with slight fear in your eyes. Of course you want this, its just a matter of how angry Ethan looks. “Since you won’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna fuck this throat nice and hard. And then, maybe I’ll get Chad to come up here and fuck it, too. How’s that sound? Huh, slut?”

You nod eagerly, and he pulls out his thick length to slap the side of your cheek. Precum smears on your skin, and your tongue lolls out to get a taste.

“Jesus, I’ve really corrupted you, haven’t I?” He laughs, putting a harsh grip on your hair and pulling your head back as he thrusts the tip of his cock shallowly in between your lips. “Desperate little cockslut. Fuck, just wait until Chad sees you.”

You tongue his slit, and then go down to bring his balls into your mouth. He curses, beginning to hump himself against your face.

“Or… shit- maybe he won’t even want you. I mean, you’re fucking your brother, sweetness. You’re filthy. So fuckin’ filthy. And most boys don’t like filthy girls. Except for me, though. Because you belong to me.”

You mewl, hands coming down to touch your own clit, but Ethan slaps your hand away.

“No touching tonight. Not at all. You get to fuck Chad, but you don’t get to cum.”

You nod obediently, and begin to deepthroat his thick cock. You gag around him, moaning at his taste, feeling his juices leak down the back of your throat. He’s throbbing, breathing heavy. You don’t even notice as he whips out his phone and snaps a picture of you: eyes hooded and dark, chin covered in spit, as his cock is shoved down your pretty, bulging throat. He looks up Chad’s contact, and presses send. Along with a written message:

‘I lied. I’m fucking this bitch’s throat right now. She wants you to fuck her, too. Come upstairs to the first room on the right side of the hallway.’

Chad knows he should not be leaving his conversation with one of his friends to go see you and Ethan right now.

Yeah, his best friend is fucking his literal stepsister, and it’s fucking disgusting. But he can’t deny the thought of you touching his cock, tasting it. You’re just so beautiful.

And if he has to share you with your big brother, then so be it.

He finds the correct room (or at least, the one that he hopes is correct), and knocks. He hears a small chuckle and hushed whispers, and then he hears Ethan yell, “come in!”

He quickly shoves himself inside the room, sure to lock the door.

The first thing he notices is that your pretty pink heels are strewn on the floor. The next thing he notices, is that your bra is hanging off the side of the chair in the corner of the room.

And lastly, he notices the one thing that sets the boy’s face on fire: the sight of you sucking Ethan’s dick. Your tits are out, now. Your dress unzipped, exposing the many old and new fresh marks on your back from where Ethan had put his mouth on you. Ethan holds your hair as you pop off of his cock and look at Chad with lust filled eyes.

“Chad…” your voice is raw, the throatfucking making it sore and achy. “C’mere.”

He looks to Ethan, as if asking for permission. He nods, looking down at her as he speaks.

“You can have her mouth and her ass. But I get to fuck her pussy.” He uses his other hand to lightly stroke your hair, and you lean into his affectionate touch. “The only reason I’m doing this is because she wants to. Understood? This is a one time thing.”

Chad nods his head in understanding, slowly walking towards your half naked body as he peels off his varsity jacket. You completely entrance him. Just as you do Ethan, and just as you always have and will always do to many men.

Chad gets down on his knees beside Ethan, and Ethan lets go of your hair so you can lean down and kiss Chad on the lips. It’s a soft kiss, at first. But then it comes back more harsh, his tongue slipping into your mouth, stroking the muscle with gentle ease. You moan, as his hand attempts to go down to your neglected clit and rub it. Ethan grabs his hand before he can.

“No. She doesn’t get to cum tonight. She’s been a brat.”

Chad looks at you in disappointment.

“Is that true, honey? Are you being a bad girl?”

You pout, shaking your head.

“He’s the one being mean. He was pretending like I didn’t exist the whole night.”

Chad turns to Ethan. “That true, man? C’mon, baby needs to cum.”

“No, she doesn’t. She doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.” Ethan brings his thumb into your mouth and shoves it down the back of your throat. You choke. “You’ve been a little smart ass all night. Don’t make me spank you.”

Chad shakes his head at Ethan’s antics, and moves up off of his knees. Ethan’s thumb slips out of your mouth, and he wipes the wet digit on your naked chest.

The sound of Chad’s belt is prominent in the room as he removes it. He tosses it to the floor somewhere, and takes off his jeans, beginning to pull out his hard cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of him; he’s big. Not as big as Ethan, but it’s definitely not far off. You reach out to grab it but Ethan tusks.

“No, no. Put your hands down.”

You whine in frustration, hands going back down to your sides. Chad smiles, bringing the tip of his cock to your lips, and you gladly accept it into your mouth. He begins to shallowly thrust against your tongue, and you look up at him sweetly. He holds your hair gently, and strokes his thumb along the seam of your stretched lips.

“There’s a good girl. Think you can take more, honey?”

“Mhm.”

And then Ethan is moving next to the both of you, fitting his cock in next to Chad’s. You moan at the stretch; it makes the corners of your mouth burn, makes your throat contract, but the way they’re both throbbing in your mouth makes your face blaze and your pussy clench.

Chad groans when his cock slips out, but you relieve him by stroking him with your hand. Ethan holds you down, so far that you can practically feel his length in your stomach, and you drool on him. He grunts, feeling his resolve slipping. He yanks you off of him.

“Get on your hands and knees, angel.”

You do as you’re told, going to rest on the bed, your back arched. Ethan approaches you, quick to kiss you and then run his fingers along your tongue. He brings the digit down to your ass, circling the hole and thrusting in. You gasp, having never felt this kind of pleasure before. He quickly adds another finger, and you whine at the stretch; your hips, however, move against his hand at their own accord. Your cunt is so wet that you can feel your juices drip down your legs and onto the bed.

Chad begins to move behind you, and Ethan removes his fingers. Chad spits on his cock, rubbing it in to get it wet. And then he opens up your ass cheeks with his hands, and teasingly rubs his tip against you. You moan, your pussy gushing down your thighs. Chad rubs his hands against your ass cheeks and spits down on your hole, then says,

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Yes. I promise, baby. Fuck me.” You reply, and he pushes into you in one solid thrust. Your breath catches in your throat, and your body lurches forward. All you can do is sit there and take it.

“Jesus… you’re so pretty. Ethan is one lucky guy, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I am.” Ethan breathes. He moves in front of you. “You can fuck her harder, man. She likes that shit.” And then he’s grabbing your throat and kissing you with everything he can. He may not say it out loud, but he doesn’t like this situation. Not really. Although the sight of you being fucked in the ass by his best friend is pretty hot, he cares about you a lot more than he wants to admit.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and cry into his neck when Chad’s thrusts become incredibly hard. He kisses your forehead, and brings his fingers down to rub your little clit. You almost cum then and there, but you remember to follow the rules. Ethan takes his length and slowly begins to penetrate your tight, awaiting pussy. Your eyes widen.

“I- I don’t think I can take anymore…” you trail off, and Ethan pushes into you more. Tears begin to well in your eyes at all the pressure, all the overwhelming feelings.

“You can, baby. I know you can. C’mon, don’t you wanna be good for me?”

You sniffle, but nod your head. Chad’s thrusts slow, and he groans when he feels your ass clench around him. Ethan enters his big cock into you, until his balls are pressed tightly against your skin. He slowly fucks you, careful to hold you upright on your knees. It’s hard to think when the both of them begin fucking you from both ends. You feel so full, so fucked out of your mind, and filthy. So fucking filthy. But you really don’t pay attention to that, because Ethan begins talking, like he always fucking does, begins running his fucking mouth and not shutting up.

“Yeah, you like that, sweetheart? Like two dicks filling you up? God, you’re a disgusting little bitch. Bet you’d take as many as I tell you to. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.. oh fuck!” Chad shoves the tip of his finger in beside his cock, and you almost scream. “Please let me cum!”

“Mmm.. maybe if you let us both cum first.” He laughs, then stops moving. You cry, trying to fuck yourself onto him. “Yeah, work for it. C’mon, little sis. You can do it.”

Chad groans from behind the two of you. “Dude, that’s so fucked up. Your dick is literally in her right now.”

“Shut up, Chad. No one asked you.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Chad replies.

“Bite me.”

And then Ethan is grabbing you and yanking you closer. His breathing is heavier, chest heaving, and you know he’s about to cum.

“Gonna let me fill you up, sweet thing?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Atta girl.” He grunts, and let’s go. You feel his warm spend splatter the inside of your walls, feel his balls emptying against your cervix. Chad’s thrusts speed up, and you know he’s close, too.

“Want me to cum in this tight ass, honey?” He asks softly.

You nod eagerly, and he grabs your throat as he orgasms inside you. You whimper when the both of them pull out, and their warm sticky seed begins to leak out of you. Ethan makes a noise of disapproval when he sees the creamy liquid gushing out of your pussy. He takes his fingers and shoves it back inside. Chad brings his mouth down to lick up his own spend, and your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the feeling of his tongue.

Your clit still throbs, and your face is soaked with salty tears.

“I.. I didn’t cum..” you murmur sadly, and Ethan sighs. You really are spoiled.

“Fine.” He says. “You can cum. But you only get to once. C’mere, sweet thing. Get on my thigh.”

You grin happily and comply, finally getting relief on your achy clit. It doesn’t take you long to orgasm, and when you do you swear you almost pass out.

And maybe you do, because the next time you open your eyes you’re laid down and Chad is pulling his shirt over his head. Ethan is stroking your hair, pressing light kisses to your face to wake you up.

“Hey, baby. You went to sleep on me for a minute there. I got a little worried.”

“Sorry, E. ‘M jus really tired..” your eyes almost flutter shut again, but Ethan slaps your cheek lightly. Your eyes open, and you giggle. He smiles.

“I hate to break it to you, angel. But this isn’t our room. We have to go home, okay?”

“M’kay.”

It takes you a moment before you can stand up; your legs feel wobbly, your head a little foggy, but you know you’ll be okay. Chad and Ethan both manage to get your clothes on you, making sure to wipe the cum off of your legs.

Bless the person who owns the room, because they’re going to be traumatized when they see the state that its in.

When you make it down the stairs, legs a little shaky, you catch sight of your friend. Ethan and Chad decide to leave a few minutes after you to not raise suspicion.

“Bitch!” Your friend yells, running towards you and pulling you into a hug. “Where the hell have you been? I thought you got like, trafficked or something.”

You laugh. “I’m fine. Just had a little… hookup, that’s all.”

She grins, and excitedly squeals.

“Oh, my god! Who was it?! This was like, your first time, right?”

You breathe out an awkward chuckle.

“Something like that.”

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rinhaler · 3 months

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on the plug sukuna subject, I often think about what will happen if yuuji proposed to the reader bc I know she's saying yesss

THAT WEEDING IS GOING TO BE SUCHHH A MESS

sukuna will be fucking the reader like 10 minutes before the ceremony, ino be distracting yuuji so they don't get caught in what they swore it's going to be their last time. At the ceremony sukuna next to Yuuji CRYING his eyes out and everyone thinks it's so sweet bc omg he's watching his little brother growing but WRONG, HE IS GRIEVING THE READERS PUSSY. And the celebration AAAA ino is trying to convince everyone to get high, sukuna and the reader having sex in a bathroom bc they can't help themselves and she looks sooo pretty, yuuji finding the whole thing out and fists fighting sukuna, megumi trying to break up the fight while nobara is recording the hole thing😭😭😭

Also the faces of everyone finding out sukuna was sleeping with the bride??? He's the one getting the blame bc everyone thinks he's such a bad influence

The whole story is ending in one of those facebook gossip reels titled "the BRIDE was fucking the grooms BROTHER" and it's a girl making a cake while telling the story or on reddit "AITA for not telling my friend my best friend is fucking his girlfriend and cover them up so they could hookup at my friends wedding" and it's from ino's user😭😭

I knoooowww anything of this is canon but I just like to think about it for funsies

HELPPPP UR RIGHT IT WOULD BE THE MESSIEST WEDDING EVER

the way im cackling at them fucking one last time before the wedding and then fucking again right after !!! JAIL!

No bc ur so right she's absolutely saying yes. She's basically wanted to marry Yuuji since they met and the fact that he's ACTUALLY proposing to her would make her head spin. Sukuna is like well.. she'd never say yes bc she'd have to live a lie for the rest of her life and then he's just DEVASTATED to see her accept as if there isn't a problem!!!

The actual wedding day would probably be the most depressing day of Sukuna's WHOLE life too. He's so heart eyes for the reader and her gorgeous dress and he wants it to be their wedding so bad but no, he's gotta be the perfect supportive big brother.

I bet he'd be saying some feral shit like he's gonna get her pregnant so she knows who she really belongs to while they're fucking. Ughhhh I need him.. why aren't we dating him again? JGDKLGHDSALJ

I think she'd actually flee the country btw if she got caught she'd NEVER be able to live it down and for it to end up all over Reddit?? AAAAAA ultimate humilation.

aaaa thank u for this ask ive never rly thought about a wedding day before but it's very soap opera for the whole truth to come out at a wedding im OBSESSED hehehe

#💌 — luxe mail #not mine #aita sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #tw breeding kink

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kinardscoffee · 1 month

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Going off of this picture, I have some thoughts.

I think it's pretty obvious that Tommy will have some kind of involvement in saving/finding Chim. It's too good of a call back from Chim saving Tommy's life in the Chimney Begins episode.

Under the cut to make scrolling easier

But, I'm more interested on Tommy's arrival to the wedding.

What if he shows up, looking like he does in the picture linked above??

He lands a helicopter on the lawn behind the chairs and guests. Chim gets out jogging to the end of the aisle.

Hen gives Chim his suit jacket so he doesn't look completely disheveled on his wedding day.

And there's Tommy, just standing in the back, kinda awkward but oh so cute.

He sees Buck and does a tiny little wave. Buck motions for him to come up front and take a seat to which Tommy shakes his head and sorta motions towards his own appearance.

Maddie has not walked down the aisle yet btw.

(I am assuming that Buck is a groomsman or best man but maybe not because Hen, but I know he's standing up there in front of everyone maybe even on Maddie's side, although I really want Josh in her wedding party!!!) <- sorry, that got off track

Anyhow... Buck moves from his spot, walking down the aisle towards Tommy. All eyes on them because "Oh, of course Buck is going to thank Tommy for getting Chimney to his wedding." Right?

Righ-

But instead, Tommy looks nervous. He quickly explains that he's sorry he's late but obviously he couldn't go to a wedding that didn't have a groom and then Buck hugs him. Softly kissing him before taking his hand and leading him up the aisle.

Tommy resists a bit. "Evan, I'm not dressed for a wedding."

Buck just smiles at him and says, "You're not getting out of that dance," and continues to drag Tommy to the front row, to an empty seat just for him. And before anyone can say anything about what just happened, the music starts and Maddie starts walking down the aisle.

When she gets to Chim, she turns to Tommy, tears in her eyes as she mouths, "thank you" nodding at him before the ceremony continues.

#im sure im way off but id love it #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #madney wedding #maddie buckley #chimney han #q'd for your pleasure

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wordy-little-witch · 1 month

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Pls im begging im on my knees what happens in crossguilds honeymoon shenanigans? - dis is pertaining to the CG wedding anser sjdjdjdjdns i love it btw the asker is so big brained and u made it even better sjdmsjxkz

OKAY so I'll divide it up between General Content and Adult Content.

General first!!!

• at first, they didn't even plan a honeymoon. It simply wasn't in the cards to then, they didn't even consider it. Then Big Mom asked, making conversation at the following party, what kind of honeymoon they had planned. They told her just an evening together in their tent, then back to work.

The men, women and enbies of the Guild swooped right in there with bright grins. "We pooled our wages together," they announce, "and booked you a trip!" It's for a weekend, just three days, and they'd be gone perhaps five at most depending on the weather and travel.

All three are trying not to cringe into the ether because they'd be leaving the island for a decent chunk of time. Who would run everything?

Their commanding officers then give them an itemized delegated list, with all the primary functions taken care of. The Guild really prepared for everything, huh?

• the honeymoon is to a resort not too terribly far for Karai Bari. The first thought is for them to just.... divide and do their own things.

Only they keep running into each other that first day. Buggy and Mihawk wind up in the library with other. Mihawk and Crocodile run into each other in the sauna. Buggy and Crocodile meet up in the casino. It's constant, and eventually it even becomes rather fun.

• then evening hits.

Adult Content below~

• Buggy's got the self awareness of a walrus on cocaine honestly, so he doesn't really think before stripping down to change into his evening wear. Crocodile and Mihawk at first ignore it until they catch sight of a pale back full of freckles and scars. Both dark haired me are suddenly fighting the urge to kiss him there, to make constellations with their touch and tongue. They look away.

• Only One Bed - Mihawk wordlessly prepares the couch for himself and Buggy makes a hammock and Crocodile is getting the bed - the first night at least.

• sleepy early mornings are so intimate and nobody discusses that enough. Buggy is the first up, hair slightly messy from the braid he slept in, curls framing his bare face. He makes coffee and starts on breakfast. Mihawk joins him not long after. Crocodile wakes to the smell of food, coffee, and murmured voices and laughter. When he inevitably wanders into the kitchen, halfasleep, he accepts a playe and mug, presses a kiss to Buggy's temple, a squeeze to Mihawk's wrist. Both clown and swordsman take a moment to process that.

• Buggy isn't exactly a contributer to Gender, so he'll wear whatever so long as he likes it. Including, it turns out, a form fitting dress in a rich green with gold accents and jewelry which shows his long leg via a high slit. He plays the part of ditzy eye candy well for Crocodile, and all seems fine - until some others begin to look at Buggy as well.

• Crocodile is possessive. And they ARE married.... so he pulls Buggy close by his hook at the other's waist and yanks the other down to one of his legs, within neck kissing range. Buggy is flustered. Crocodile is glowering. The wandering eyes ease off.

• at some point, Marines show up. The resort is neutral ground, so none of the Guild leaders make moves to react. Through a series of events, it turns out the Marines are there to apprehend the pirates and have paid off the resort owners.

There's a fight which goes.... fairly normally with Mihawk close range, sinking vessels and soldiers alike. Crocodile is lurking midrange to use his poisons and sand most effectively. Buggy has opted for more long range with his explosives and plots. The whole thing is pretty damn smooth, all considered. Until someone makes it past and grabs Buggy.

A comment is made on his outfit, a cocktail dress and blazer with matching stockings. On his decorum. On him, specifically. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, and he's already halfway through a snarky comeback along the lines of "What, angry I'm hotter than your whore at home-?" when there is a wave of pressure. Buggy blinks. The marine officer stumbles.

There is suddenly a hand on his waist, a hook around his neck, two presences flanking him. "What," the both nearly snarl, "did you say about our wife?"

• Buggy absolutely gets butterflies.

• the rest of the fight is pretty quick, Hawkeyes and Crocodile out of patience to play with their foes. Buggy isn't a slouch either, by the way, he's lobbing explosives strategically all around. Nearing the end, he herds his husband's to their ship, pushes off, and gives a theatrical count down.

• the island and nearby ships are bathed in fire. Buggy is cackling, a mess, his hair wild around a filthy, bloodied face. The dress reveals his shoulders. The torn edges reveal more of those freckles.

Something in both taller men snaps, and they converge upon Buggy with claims and lips and teeth. On the deck of their ornate ship, to the cracking ambience of fire, they have their wicked way with him, learning his body and finding unexpected but delightful facts as they go.

Crocodile could transition fully due to Iva, but Buggy is not so lucky. His top surgery was experimental, and bottom surgery was never a huge deal to him. Mihawk, luckily, enjoys all bodies and pleasures of the flesh, and he is a quick study under Crocodile's tutelage and experience with the organs he once had.

Buggy falls to pieces more than once, teary eyed and begging and so sweet for them, so cute and attractive with his grasping hands and hiccuping breaths. He is beautiful as he sinks down onto one, cradled by another and wails with the stimulation and hands and hook that break him I to pieces just to reassemble him again.

It ends with them together, indulgent and depraved, christened beneath firelight and debris and the screams of their enemies.

And none of the three had ever felt quite so seem as they did in that moment.

• back on Karai Bari, they sashay back in, mostly, as Buggy has a mild limp.

The lipstick stains and bite marks and bruises and scratches paint a clear enough picture for what happened.

"How was your trip?"

"We blew it up"

"Wha-"

"Fire. Explosives. Our beautiful chairman has quite the knack for such weapons"

"D'aww! Hawky, you'll make me blush!"

"We can make you do more than that, you little shit...~"

"Hehe~"

The poor mercenary is left rebooting.

#buggy the clown #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #cross guild #cross guild polycule #fake wedding au #witchy answers!!

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angelplayzgames · 1 month

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VEES HEADCANON TIME!!

Okay.

The Vees:

They are like siblings. Other than the fact that Val and Vox are in an on an off relationship, they are like a family, in a way. Acting like they all hate each other, when in reality they do care.

You may now kiss the moth. Vox and Val have been married for about 40 years (since around 1985). I can totally see Val rocking a wedding dress.

Hop in losers, we’re going shopping. Val and Vel, despite being very rich Overlords themselves, any chance they get, will always make Vox go nearly broke with their shopping sprees.

Velvette:

She can take her head off and reassemble her body parts. (They are plastic, so it’s less expensive than Vox’s)

She’s a lesbian. Okay, my reasoning? She just gives the vibe. I have a feeling she secretly likes her assistants (especially when they do her proud). Please give my girl a girlfriend in season two 🙏🙏

Definitely a girl’s girl.

04:00, do my makeup. Yeah, this headcanon is based off my friend at school (she is absolutely GORGEOUS btw, no homo), she wakes up at four in the morning to do her makeup, and, beauty is pain isn’t it? So, I gave this attribute to Velvette 👁️👄👁️👍

Valentino:

Munch Munch, mmmm, yummy cloth. Yeah, I remembered somewhere back in my brain, that some moths eat clothing? I can just see Val annoying the hell out of Velvette by waking up in the middle of the night, strolling to Vel’s work studio, and just munching on her designs.

Brother, I crave the forbidden light in the sky. Yeah, moth man loves light (basically a bug’s equivalent to drugs ). Part of the reason he married Vox.

VOX:

More depresso, less expresso. Yeah, despite having literally everything a sinner could want in the afterlife, he is depressed.

GET THE #### OUT OF MY ROOM! I’M PLAYING MINECRAFT!! CHAT, HE’S A GAMER!! I feel that he would be REALLY GOOD at FNAF, because he’s always down in his man cave stalking watching COLLECTING DATA about Alastor. ( And everyone else too. ) He’s basically always on his monitors, although he gets jumpscared pretty easily, rip bozo, he’s good at manoeuvring the screens to check the cameras.

HEY! DID YOU KNOW THAT SHARKS… Yeah, if you bring up anything remotely related to sharks, he goes bonkers. He’d ramble about them like an hyper-fixated ADHDer on a sugar rush. FOR. HOURS.

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genderfluid-strawberry-of-doom · 1 year

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i reread hammer of thor and i decided to list out some stuff i feel has been overlooked by the fandom

and stuff that hasn't been overlooked (at all) but i HAVE to mention it anyway. because reasons

also it's not THAT long of a post but it's pretty long so i put a cut there

nobody ever mentions the 'thinking cup' like whyyy

alex fierro the cheetah and weasel :)

"the gender thing wasn't what surprised me. what surprised me was the way my impression of alex had slingshot and the emotions that had stirred up"

magnus mentioning that he had been stuck in one gender his whole life and that it didn't bother him except the way it was worded made it seem like he was unsure about it jsfjfisfidgkgd

i don't think it's overlooked but the scene in which magnus is watching alex eat and halfborn goes "there's no shame in being attracted magnus" and he CHOKES

(not overlooked at all but) HEARTH'S POSESSIVENESS OVER BLITZ <333

(DEFINITELY not overlooked but) "buddy" *proceeds to take hearth's hands in his own*, "what is wrong with my elf" 😭😭

inge being fucking abused by alderman?? she was beaten??? and the iron on the door locks is harmful and extremely painful to hulder??? THAT ASSHOLE ALDERMAN

(in context to inge explaining that alderman kept a patch of wilderness in his backyard bc hulder need wilderness to live and so that he can 'hire' more help) "she said hire. i heard catch" BITCH-

the fucking wergild. i have a lot of thoughts about that and all of them involve alderman dying

also hearth's mom doesn't really seem like much of a good person either? she didn't stop alderman from being abusive towards hearth or the house staff AND she literally just cared about her reputation. maybe she wasn't as bad as her husband but she was still pretty bad (parallels there between hearth and alex)

also parallels between hearth trying to stop alderman from taking andvari's ring and trying to "pull his dad out from a hole deeper than andvari's" and magnus trying to save randolph from falling into the hole in the ground that led to helheim-

hearth and samirah's dynamic?? they've already had a fight and patched up AND were stuck together during the utgard lanes chapters. soooo a lot

also hearth and alex's brief interactions lol

"just, you know, a little respect" "for the girl with the sharp wire? no problem" "there was nothing confusing abt the smile she gave me. it warmed up the office by about five degrees" I LOVE THEM A TOTALLY NORMAL AMOUNT

amir fadlan. AMIR FADLAN EVERYBODY <333

samirah being a girlboss. samirah handling all the stress. samirah trying to show her true self to amir. samirah braving everything put in her way with courage. just samirah <3 <3 (everybody in the whole universe should be in awe of her btw)

the scene in which they're sitting on stanley (the eight-legged horse) and magnus is nervous to hold on to alex but she just takes his hands and puts them around her waist <3

for some reason i had assumed alex had cut magnus's hair for the first time in the woods but no. it was blitz? hm

magnus's casual mention about utgard loki being attractive ajsfjfsi

taylor swift being dwarf music and prince being giant music?? (and that giant named tiny being obsessed with elvis)

an alex speech pattern which isn't much of a pattern but it repeated twice in the book: once she said (in response to hearth signing something she didn't understand. this was around the time when she and samirah revealed that alex would be taking samirah's place) "yes alex. thank you alex for being so brave and heroic." and then the other time (in the end when magnus is visiting her in her room and picks up one of her pottery projects) "no you can't touch it magnus. thanks for asking magnus" idk i just think it's cool

the trophy wife thing. sif deserves better tbh

"a girl who was rocking that wedding dress"

alex straightening magnus's tie or smth and magnus's inner monologue going "she still smells like wood smoke. why does she still smell like a campfire?"

samirah's wedding outfit?? (sounds gorgeous tbh. except for the hood which) also i have a related question. is the hood in place of hijab thing disrespectful? /gen

sif and alex dynamic <3

sif's gifts to hearth (pouch of rowan runes) and alex (golden garrote)

alex and most other shapeshifters make random animal noises and shapeshift to random animals when they're nervous

halfborn's "death and glory," mallory's "kill everyone," and tj's "charge" aksfkfiovdm. and the way magnus just becomes so much stronger when he sees his friends-

the scene at the end of the marriage battle thing when alex is all concerned because she thinks magnus doesn't believe that she was just pretending to be under loki's control and sHE'S TRYING TO CONVINCE HIM AND HE SQUEEZES HER HAND JDFJSFKFK THIS SCENE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH

alex canonically calling magnus "sunshiny" and RESPECTING AND ADMIRING HIM AND HIS HEALING POWERS. they make me weak

samirah and magnus's dynamic is not given enough love. they are figuratively SIBLINGS and that level of closeness is not recognized by the fandom enough

(also not really about the book but. the UK cover of 'hammer of thor' depicts samirah with half of her hair falling out of her hijab. which. who tf designed these covers?? like somebody needs to give them a good throttling)

there's probably more that i don't remember but okay here have this for now :)

#yeah half of these are just fierrochase. don't judge me ok #magnus chase #alex fierro #samirah al abbas #hearthstone mcga #hearth mcga #blitzen mcga #blitz mcga #mallory keen #halfborn gunderson #tj mcga #thomas jefferson jr #amir fadlan #fierrochase #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcatgoa #mcga #hammer of thor

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hi! im a new user on tumblr and i happened to stumble onto ur acc when looking for helluva boss fanfics!

i was wondering if you could do a striker x male!reader fanfic! as a trans man, its hard for me to find male!reader fics cause theyre a pretty hard find and a lot of the fandoms im in are kinda small!!

if u arent doing requests, thats totally fine! i can understand not doing them considering u mentioning ur break from the fandom ( btw i hope that things go well for u during ur break from the hh/hb fandom, it can be tiring )

if u are and u do do this request, thank you so much!! it means a lot to me. <3

have a good day!

Thank you! Before I take my break I'm going to get these request out of the way. But thank you! And of course I'll write Striker X Male Reader. I'll also definitely start posting mlm fics soon because I'm still getting into the comfort of writing mlm since I used to writing a lot of other fics. But I hope you enjoy this Striker X Male Reader!

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Striker X Male Reader: Hit & Run.

☕ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Happy Pride Month! And welcome back to this story of Striker X Male Reader. I had fun writing this while blasting music. So I hope you all enjoy but also fun fact I'm bisexual, demisexual, & demi romantic. I realized I was bisexual in middle school because I had a crush on my friend Heather and I thought I just liked her because she was my friend but the universe was like nah you wanna kiss her. Lol I discovered I was demi romantic and demi sexual when I turned 19 and since then I've been feeling comfortable with who I am. My account will always be a safe place for the pride community. You are not alone, you are strong, you are loved, and my dms are always open.

☕Word Count: 2083

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss.

☕Story Contains: Blood/A beat up cowboy.

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You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You noticed that your husband Striker was no longer in bed. But this was normal; Striker usually go up early in the morning or at midnight to get ready for a job. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating the outlaw. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, you were still exhausted from work. But you were glad that today was your day off, you fell asleep again but woke up a couple of hours later and decided to start your day. You took a shower and got dressed. You walked into the living room and smiled at the wedding picture on the table. You remembered this day and how you meet Striker. The outlaw had run out onto the road and got hit by your car. You had stopped and panicked seeing that you hit someone. When you placed him in the car and offered to take him to the hospital. He refused to go and ask that you just patch him up, you were unsure of this but nodded. When you had taken Striker in and patched him. He really didn’t talk to you, he seemed more interested in getting patched up and leaving but with his condition. He couldn’t do that yet so he stayed with you for a few weeks. Striker was quite the asshole to you when he was under your roof. He would growl or snap at you when you tried to help him. Refused to eat your cooking because said it sucked. But deep down he loved your cooking and would sneak into the kitchen at night to eat leftovers. You worked as a nurse at a hospital so you knew how to take care of Striker. He slowly started to warm up to you and he would do this by teasing you. Striker was taller than you so he would call you a small fella and sometimes hold items above your head. He would also poke you sometimes or make jokes. Striker did help out around the house, sometimes he would cook and you loved his cooking. “ I guess you could say I’m the better cook. “ Striker chuckled. You rolled your eyes. After Striker was healed. It was time for him to say goodbye; which made you sad. You would hate to admit but you felt something for the outlaw. But you weren’t sure if he liked you or if he liked guys. “ Hey, Striker. “ You said walking up to him, as you watched him get on his horse.

“ Yea, darlin’? “ Striker said. Hearing him say that made you blush but you shook your head, it was too soon to admit your feelings. “ Have a safe trip. “ You said, smiling at him. Striker smirked that smirk you loved so much as his gold tooth glimmered in the sun. “ Thanks for taking good care of me. If I see ya again you better be ya hear me. “ Striker smacked Bombproof with his tail and rode off. You waved goodbye while blushing and smiling. You thought about Striker’s words and nodded, you head back inside. You haven’t seen Striker for a long while, but you did what he said and became a doctor. You had just finished working late and had pulled into your driveway. You got out of your car and yawned. Pulling out your keys. You unlocked the door and walked inside; you switched on the light and jumped seeing Striker sitting on your couch looking beat up and bleeding out; he saw you and smirked. “ Hey, there darlin’ it's been a while. “ Striker said and winced in pain. You quickly close the door and ran over to Striker and were careful with him. “ Striker what the fuck happened!? “ You said and ran to get your med kits. You came back and Striker started removing his clothes and staying in his boxers. You blushed and set the medkit down. You placed his bloody clothes into a bag and started to patch him up. “ I had this job, and this job didn’t go as I planned. I killed the targets but I got a little messed up during the fight. “ He said chuckling and wincing in pain. “ Sorry, and you didn’t get messed up a little you got messed up a lot. “ You said and slipped off your blood gloves. Striker lifted your chin with his finger. “ Yeah, but a cute doctor is patching me up~ “ Striker smirked. You quickly stood up and Striker’s reaction made you laugh. “ But I’m glad you did become a doctor and I wonder if you still make good food. “ Striker stared at you. You smiled. “ I’ll give you some things to clean yourself up with and I’ll make us dinner. Since you are here and I patched you up, then you owe me some catching up okay? “ You said. “ Sir yes sir. “ Striker said and chuckled.

You walked into your room and grabbed a washcloth and a towel for Striker. You found a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt that could fit him from when a friend was staying with you. You walked out and handed Striker the items. “ Thanks, pumpkin. “ Striker said. “ New nickname? “ You said with a chuckle. “ Oh, little thing I have a bunch of them let's see if you can unlock them~ “ Striker shot you and wink then walked into the bathroom. You stood there smiling and blushing. You walked into the kitchen and decided to make your favorite meal, hopefully, Striker will like it. After cooking you had finished. “ Something smells good and I know it's not just me. “ You turned around to see Striker standing there. His white hair was a mess from showering. You walked up, shit he did smell good. “ Y~Yeah I made (food name). “ You said. Striker grinned and claps his hands together. “ Then what are we waiting for let’s dig in. “ Striker sat down as you made him a plate or bowl of food. You sat down to eat with Striker. The two of you catching up. Striker was proud that you had become a doctor. “ Here darlin’ let me clean those for you. “ Striker said trying to grab your dish. “No, you need to rest Striker. “ You said frowning. Striker chuckled and pulled you close with his tail so that you pressed up against him. “ I’ve been an assassin for years. I know what my body can handle darlin’ and I’m sure you've been on your feet all day. “ Striker stared at you with a serious look. “ You go unwind, my mama taught me how to treat a host the right way. “ Striker smirked and let you go.

You were standing there flustered but walked off. You saw that Striker had gotten the blood stains out of your couch. “ Oh. wow. “ You walked into your room and started to undress so you could shower. You weren’t sure if Striker was flirting or teasing you but those feelings you had for him a while back were returning. But what if he leaves again? You frowned and turned on the shower and washed yourself up. You let the water hit your body and you thought about Striker. You weren’t sure if you would ever tell him. You sighed and turned off the water, you stepped out dried off, and changed into your pajamas. You opened the door and jumped. You saw Striker standing there holding a pack of popcorn and a tub of ice cream. “ I was still hungry and saw you had snacks, wanna watch a movie? “ You smiled and nodded. “ I would love to. “ Striker offered his hand to you. You grabbed his hand and later that night you and Striker were watching an old western movie had had suggested both of you had finished off the ice cream and popcorn. You saw that Striker had fallen asleep at the end of the movie. You stood up carefully sliding him down on the couch. You walked off and returned with a pillow and a black blanket. You carefully slipped the pillow under his head and covered him with it, you watched him stir in his sleep. You smiled and walked off.

You got yourself ready for bed since tomorrow was your day off but you still valued your rest. You got into bed and sat there thinking of Striker and you fell asleep. You planned for a restful sleep but you woke up screaming and crying. But something held, you looked up to see Striker looking at you with a worried look. “ (Y/N) are you okay? I heard ya screaming and crying. Did you have a nightmare darlin? Here scoot over I’mma slide in. “ Striker said. You scoot over and Striker got in your bed and pulled you close and rubs your hand. “ You can tell me what happened if you want. “ He said looking at you with a smile and a caring look. You sighed, you might as well tell him and if he rejects you then at least the nightmare wasn’t wrong. “ I had had feelings for you, I love you Striker, but I had a nightmare that I told you how I felt and you just laughed you kept laughing telling me that you don’t love me. “ Tears threatened to spill again. “ Y~You love me? “ Striker said. You look up to see Striker blushing and had a large grin. “ D~ No, (Y/N) I feel the same way I about you when we first met and you patched me up and you let me stick around I developed feelings for you, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I couldn’t get you out of my head ever since I left. It’s one of the reasons I came back. “ Striker chuckled and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall because you were happy that he felt the same way. “ Strik- “ But you were cut off as Striker kissed you and you kissed him back. The two of you locked in a passionate kiss both of your tails wrapping together and getting tangled. Striker promised to stay in the bed with you and the two of you talked all night.

Striker told you that if you agreed to be his boyfriend then you would have to deal with the outlaw lifestyle the things that came with being an assassin even a couple of rules. You loved Striker so you agreed to be his boyfriend and follow his rules which were no calling him while he is working, no posting pictures of him on your social media, don’t let others know about your relationship with him, and be careful who you trust. Striker had these rules to protect himself and espically you. So you agreed to these rules. Striker held you close and kissed your head. “ I love you bo. “ Striker said as he kept his tail around you. After that night you and Striker continued your relationship. You supported him and he supported you. Of course, now he was no more careful when taking on jobs but even when he got a bit messed up, you were always there to patch him back. Eventually, Striker proposed to you when he made you a fancy homemade dinner. The two of you had a small private wedding but you didn’t care about some grand wedding you had Striker and that’s what made you happy. Striker always made you laugh and smile. He would play songs on guitar for you, even written you a few songs, and maybe sometimes he took you on trips. He always brought you a gift back from his jobs, Striker loved you and he’ll always love you.

-Back In the Present -

You felt someone kiss your neck. “ Striker~ “ You blushed as the cowboy pulled you close while placing his hand on your chest. “ I see my beautiful bo is remembered our wedding day. “ He said also staring at the picture with you. “ And the day we met. “ You said while setting the picture down you turn around and kissed Striker. He held you close and kissed back. “ I still remeber the nervous mess you were when we met. But you were my nervous mess. I’m glad you hit me with your car. “ He said laughing and shaking his head. “ How many times will I have to say sorry, but yes I’m glad I hit you with my car too. “ Striker dipped and kissed you.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Hey Em! Just had this sweet idea pop into my head for the 3k followers event, which btw, congratulations! That’s incredible and I’m so happy for you!

I had this vision of Jake and his wife whose daughter is getting married and she wants to use her mom’s dress. So we get the reminiscing of his wedding and the emotion of his daughter’s all from the dress (could be the first look his daughter does with him because he doesn’t know she picked his wife’s dress).

Congratulations again on 3k!

Thank you so much for sending this ask! It's so precious!

This is for my Dagger DILFs 3k party!

Jake was waiting alone in the church lobby. The rest of the bridal party had already started down the aisle. He could hear the music playing every time the doors opened, and now he was just waiting for his only daughter's big moment. He almost couldn't believe he was lucky enough to get to be part of this day.

It seemed like he just got married last year, not the thirty years it really was. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of the boutonniere pinned to his suit and remembered how he felt on his own wedding day. He thought about how beautiful his wife was in her dress.

"Dad?" his daughter called, and Jake's eyes snapped open as he turned to look at her.

"Angel," he gasped. "That's your mom's dress." He could barely get the last word out before he started crying.

She nodded and dabbed at her own tears. "It was too pretty not to wear. She told me not to tell you so you'd be surprised."

He smiled and pulled her into a hug. "You look just as beautiful as she did."

With a watery laugh, she asked, "Ready to walk me down the aisle?"

He nodded and swallowed hard. "Of course, Angel. I love you." Then he kissed her cheek as the doors opened for them to walk to the altar.

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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I suddenly have an idea, can i have a headcanons for Jack, Idia , Leona and Riddle

with Fem reader was taken by a Corpse Groom, instead of Ghost Bride lol,

The Corpse Groom have found his true love but Fem reader doesnt want him since she's already taken.

Ps: It is inspired the movie i watched of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride.

Ooh I love Tim Burton movies, thank you for the ask! This was super fun to write, though I wish I could've done these better bc this is such a good ask. I hope you enjoy these too!

Jack, Idia, Leona, Riddle react to their s/o being taken by a corpse groom

Uh oh! Ramshackle's prefect is suddenly missing! Grim is bawling his eyes out as he runs to the prefect's s/o for help!

Turns out, it wasn't just the ghost bride people had to worry about, there's a corpse groom too!

Crowley knows that this isn't a normal task, but the event seems to be very similar. At least they know the backbone of what to do, but how to rescue you?

Jack

He's absolutely furious that someone decided to kidnap you, let alone is wanting to take you to the netherworld with them! He's basically telling himself to stay calm but he can't because he's so angry he wasn't able to protect you.

Crowley might tell him to not panic but Jack's like "I know, but I need to beat the guy up" and all haha. He's trying to be respectful but he just can't! He's seen the incident with Idia, so he has an idea of how to rescue you, but before Crowley can say more to Jack, he's out the door and going to your rescue.

By the time everyone finds you in the dining hall with the groom and you wearing a beautiful wedding dress (arguing the hell out of the guy), Jack's ready to fight. He thinks you look beautiful in the dress btw, you can even see him blushing lol.

"I'm sure she told you, sunflower's with me," Jack steps in between the two almost-got-married couple. "Nonsense, I've met the person I want to spend eternity with, I will not allow anyone to interfere!" the groom responds. Jack puts a hand on the groom's shoulder and tries to reason it out (his grip is pretty tight though, causing the groom to wince :/)

It turns out one of the maids that were part of the event liked the groom a lot, and after a kerfuffle of fists and magic between the two men (with you cheering Jack on), the maid pushed herself in between and cried for Jack to stop hurting the groom. This causes him to immediately stop and look at her in a puzzled way.

The ending is basically the same as Idia's almost-marriage, the maid and groom get married and you are left in a beautiful dress smiling at the newly weds. Jack stands awkwardly next to you, an arm around you while a blush is on his cheeks. "You came all the way here to save me, thank you. I'm so lucky to have an amazing guy like you," you smile at him while leaning your head on his chest.

Jack's tail is wagging really quickly haha. He tells you it was nothing and that he's just glad you're safe. He only wishes that he could see you in a wedding dress another time, perhaps with him as the groom in the future haha. For now, the two of you just enjoy each other's company.

Idia

Oh no. Oh no it's happening again?! Another marriage in the school? He wants to lock his door and pretend nothing's happening until he hears his door being bust down by Ortho. "THEY GOT Y/N!!" Ortho shouts, and Idia feels his heart drop even lower.

"Y-you mean y/n's kidnapped? Oh no what am I going to do?!" Idia freaks out but Ortho grabs his hand and dashes for the door, Idia still in his pjs. The two of them find you eventually but in the most beautiful wedding dress they've ever seen.

Idia wants to say that you look beautiful, but he knows now isn't the time. He sees the groom, standing close to you and he doesn't know if he should just come in or if he should wait for the right timing. He sees some of his peers already confronting the groom (Vil telling him that this isn't right and such).

Idia ends up appearing right before you are forced to kiss the groom, shouting "STOP!" and running to save you. Though some ghosts and corpses try to stop Idia, he's mad-dashing to you and he ends up taking you off of the aisle. "She didn't agree to this! How could you be so inconsiderate, you're worse than those random npcs that block the pathways to next levels!"

A fight ensues, with Idia getting help from Ortho and Grim (who appeared to your aid with Crowley and Crewel). But, just like Jack's case, a maid finds herself stopping the brawl by getting hit with one of Grim's flames. Before she's about to fade away, she confesses her love to the groom, who instead kisses her and brings her to life. "I was wrong, I think you are the one," the groom says softly to the maid. You are let go of after that and the ceremony continues with you as the ex-bride.

"Hey, who would've known the two of us would end up having the same experience," you nudge him on the shoulder. He's having a hard time looking at you and he's just blushing and stuttering. "Aw, do you like me in a bridal dress?" you give him a wink, and his hair just flames red haha.

"L-let's just go watch some anime, my social battery's dead," Idia gently takes your hand. You wave at your friends at the maid goodbye while walking with Idia back to the dorms (Ortho's going to stay behind and party for a bit longer). You change out of the dress and spend the night cuddled next to Idia, safe in his arms.

Leona

He was sleeping until Grim and Ruggie came running into his room. He growled, glaring at them and asking them why they were asking for their deaths. That was until Ruggie huffed that you were "kidnapped by a corpse and is going to get married off."

He's suddenly up from his bed and bolting to the door, the two follow behind him. He's seen Idia with the ghost bride, so he guesses you would be in a similar situation and he goes to the dining hall first, not even asking Grim or Ruggie for details. If he needs to use force to get you back, he will.

Once he gets to the dining hall, he sees some of the students frozen and a lot of ghosts. His eyes then land to the front of the hall, a groom standing next to a woman in a beautiful dress. Great Seven, his s/o was gorgeous. Leona, though blushing, quickly walked up the aisle towards the two of you.

Other ghosts tried to stop him but he used magic against them and got to you. "Hey, meat-bag, herbivore's taken, pretty bold of you to take a lion's partner," Leona puts an arm around you, glaring at the groom. "I take it that this is Leona?" the groom looks at you, then glances back at him. "Not very well-suited for such a beauty like you," he continues. Leona thinks to himself that this guy was for sure dead now.

Leona gets ready to use his unique magic (which was what Crowley feared) but before he's about to blow the groom into dust, a maid runs in and places herself between the two men. "Oi, woman, get out of the way, I'm not sending you off," Leona looks surprised by the woman's actions. "B-but I love him, he doesn't deserve this!" she protests. Oh. Oohhh this was exactly like that time Idia almost got married!

Leona ends up stopping and the maid confesses her love to the groom. That's how the situation de-escalates and everyone's happy again. You get to keep your dress, but now you're standing off of the aisle and applauding the newlyweds. You look at Leona who is crossing his arms. "Thank you for saving me, I don't know what I would do without you," you tell him.

"Heh, it was nothing, what would I be if I couldn't even come to save you?" he responds, acting like the lowkey arrogant prince he was. He wraps an arm around you and you lean into him. He really likes you in the dress, but he'll never say it out loud. You only hear this from Ruggie a few days later.

Riddle

It's like his worst nightmare. You getting in danger. He was about to sleep after studying and reading a book when Ace and Deuce came in screaming that you were about to get married off to a corpse groom. He's furious that someone kidnapped you, but also at himself for failing to keep you safe.

He asks Crowley for more details, but it seems that he doesn't care that much about losing you. Sighing, Riddle tells everyone that he'll go by himself if he needs to, but Ace and Deuce decide to join you, along with most of the first years. Riddle leads the way to the dining hall.

There, he finds the place decorated ready for a wedding ceremony. You are standing with the groom, though it looks like you're arguing with him about how you're not going to marry. Riddle smiles to himself, knowing that you were strong and that you could stand up for yourself. He also, for a moment, imagines what it would be like for him to be the groom while you wear a beautiful dress sort of like you are tonight. But before that, he readies his magic pen and approaches the groom.

"Excuse me, but who do you think you are trying to kidnap and take to the netherworld? Y/n here is with me," Riddle says calmly, though his words sound like they're laced in venom. The groom argues that you aren't with Riddle, and that you wouldn't settle for someone so "short." Oh no. You winced, readying yourself for Riddle's wrath. "...Short?" he says quietly. He feels his face go red.

A flurry of magic afterwards, a maid suddenly comes in and tackles Riddle. "W-wha?!" Riddle stops firing from his pen as the maid shouts at the groom to get to safety and to finish the ceremony, but the groom asks why she saved him. "I love you, and I want to see you happy," she responds. That was all it took for the groom to stop fighting and to change his mind.

Riddle was released from the floor and joined you in watching the ceremony continue with the groom marrying the maid instead. You looked at Riddle who was still dusting himself off. "Thank you for saving my life, Riddle," you say. "It was a bit cute to see you angry though," you giggled. Riddle jolted and looked at you with a surprised face, but he quickly turned away and coughed.

"W-well, I-I um," he stammered. You linked arms with him, kissing him on the cheek, causing him to go red even more. "Y/n," he suddenly starts. "I think you look beautiful in that dress, that's all," he says shyly. You smile warmly, glad that the two of you were together.

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I was reading your post regarding your preference on Yui's outfits throughout the games and it made me curious, what are your honest thoughts on Yui's white wedding dress shown in some CGs? I have to admit, I love gloves and Yui in an updo looks even more beautiful, but a ballgown with a sweetheart neckline just doesn't scream Yui to me, maybe that's just me. I think an A-line dress with off-the-shoulder straps might fit her more? To be fair, I'm a little biased because I've never been big on ballgowns, they rarely appeal to me. Feel free to disagree with me tho!! I think many like her dress, but I always imagined her in something a little different. I love your blog btw! 💗💗

// I honestly have no complaints regarding the DF wedding dress. In my country, ball gown is the most popular type of wedding dress, therefore every time heroines wear that, I only see the default image, haha. Still love it; looks so puffy and comfy!

No clue why they made the necklace that color, though. It’s cute but it really doesn’t match with anything? I guess it would have been more aesthetically pleasing if the flower hairclips were blue too.

However, I can’t say DF is Yui’s best wedding dress when the HDB and MB ones exist. These give off the “Vampire’s bride” vibes more, you know? Besides, Yui looks much better in DARK clothes! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

Cordelia’s dress is iconic, simple but elegant at the same time. The rose in her hair is really pretty; I enjoy seeing Yui with loose hair even on her wedding day uwu. Also, “curveless” where?? Her body is literally stunning!

Yui's best wedding look is by far the MB one. A classy yet youthful dress that not only suits Yui perfectly but also the DL atmosphere!

#yui komori #diabolik lovers #dialovers #komori yui #admin #(thank you so much for the compliment!!💕)

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About Casca, it’s me or are they keeping her “jailed” and busy in a way that’s nothing like her ? It’s as if Griffith doesn’t remember what his ex right hand is all about… don’t get me wrong, I know he can’t give her a sword, but pretty dresses, calm days, making flower crowns with kids, who is he even kidding?

Hey Anon! Well I more or less agree but, as you said, Griffith drugged Casca so she wouldn't escape, so what else is there to do? x) At least she can go outside and see the sun...

That being said, reading the chapter, it really made me remember episode 72 during the Golden Age, when tortured!Griffith imagined what his life as Casca's companion would be:

Back then, powerless as he was after being tortured so much, he realized his dream became unachievable. Since he knew Casca used to have feelings for him and hearing that she couldn't leave him behind in such a state, he dreadfully imagined what his life would become, driven by (what he imagined was) Casca's wishes. Of course, that scared the hell out of him and he chose to become Femto soon after.

Now, in ep372, it really seems to me that it's the other way around: powerless and drugged, Casca is experiencing what Griffith's dream is all about and what life she might have had, if she had clung onto his dream like she used to do.

With Falconia, Griffith almost managed to get his kindgom, even if he still needs to wed Charlotte to get the official crown.

So if the Eclipse hadn't happened and Casca had remained by Griffith's side, like an obedient right hand woman who used to have feelings for her leader, it's likely that she would have become an honorable lady living in the castle, especially since women who are warriors a rare feat in Berserk (which btw caused Casca some feminity issues in the past).

Obviously though, that's all imaginary because the reality depicted in ep372 is pretty different from the Golden Age. As we know, Griffith became Femto and sacrificed the very people who always believed in him ; also Casca has feelings for Guts and is now Griffith's prisoner but...

...she was indeed abducted because she's indispensable to the realization of his dream, because Griffith wants to keep a good and tighter grasp over his own vessel, the moonlight child, so I find it's a cool parallel.

TL;DR what Casca is currently experiencing against her will and drugged in ep372 is probably what her life could have been like...

...if Guts hadn't made her realize that she didn't have to live by clinging onto another person's dream.

All that being said, I'm really hoping that Casca will soon get her agency back, because she deserves it and because I know she's capable of protecting herself without Guts necessarily being around, even if for that, she's going to need allies... :)) (see below)

Sorry for rambling Anon, but I hope it helps ! Have a nice day. :))

Hey Anon! Well, don't worry, there are always several possibilities !

Casca could manage to escape the castle for a short time and to come across them for example, even if I agree it's hard to imagine it now, seeing as she's drugged.

Personally, my favorite idea is the castle needing new maids and one of the girls getting hired as a replacement, seeing "Elaine" again and wondering why she's without Guts.

Or, considering that Daiba gave them diamonds when Rickert and co left Falconia, they probably don't have to work anymore...

...so maybe they will get a glimpse of "Elaine" as a (drugged) court lady (during Griffith and Charlotte's wedding ?) and wonder why she's there, thus getting hired as maids to get in touch with her?

Either way, I think it's very likely that Luca and the rest of the girls will be Casca's first allies and will help her overcome the whole 'being drugged' obstacle. :))

As for other possible allies at a later time, I discussed it a few years ago here, but I'm interested in Casca's presence in Falconia maybe acting as a catalyst leading to more development for Zodd, Sonia & Mule but also and mostly Charlotte.

Indeed, as a fan of the few interactions we had between Casca and Charlotte back during the Golden Age (because on this blog, we dislike competition between women and support women bonding over similar goals), I'm really hoping that Charlotte will eventually realize, upon seeing Casca, that the man she loves is an absolute monster and that, as a result, she will find it in her to step up as the rightful monarch of this kingdom.

We've still got some looong ways to go before we reach this point though, obviously.

I hope it answers your question, have a nice day Anon!

#berserk #casca #griffith #guts #gutsca #femto #luca #charlotte wyndham #nosferatu zodd #berserk theory #berserk372 #anon #answers #my analysis

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Once again, I am doing a series of my behind-the-scenes thoughts for The Golds while I do light edits for formatting, typos, and continuity. Here’s Chapter 8!

(Full disclosure, I learned that TGC can sing around the time I started writing this series, and that definitely inspired singing artsy Aegon. I am still distraught about his band going “on a break.” 🥺)

For this chapter’s title, I picked the Mother lyrics from “The Song of the Seven” because it’s the childbirth chapter. The moment we’ve all been waiting for!

Joff’s hand is bandaged at the beginning of the chapter because she’s been messing around with the glass candle. Of course her loyal assistant Daeron knows about it, and he doesn’t entirely approve of her methods.

BTW I often cringe when people in fantasy stories casually cut their palms for spells and such, because your hands have a lot of muscles and nerves, so it hurts a bunch and takes a while to heal. I thought about having Joff take blood from a different body part that isn’t used all the time. Then I remembered the point of blood magic in this universe is pain and sacrifice, and I could see the magic refusing to accept blood from someone intentionally trying to avoid pain, and it only works if it hurts. So here I am, using the trope that I used to always complain about 😅.

Despite everything, Jace would not approve of Elinor’s hand being cut off, so people have been avoiding telling her.

Jace thinks Gyles is suffering at Dragonstone, but this is actually an improvement! He used to make a heckton of pies at the Red Keep, but now he only has to cook for one person. So he’s getting paid the same to do 1% of his usual workload, and he gets to be creative since he has to change the menu every meal while ensuring Jace eats a balanced diet.

Luce dresses extra neatly and arrives early so people don’t suspect she was canoodling with Aemond the night before, but this is so out of character for her that Jace notices.

During breakfast, Luce tries to play it cool and ignore Aemond while he stares at her. They had this exact same dynamic in Chaoter 9 of the Handbook, during the post-wedding breakfast. They really need to coordinate a better system when they have something to hide 🤪. (100% inspired by Aemond’s intense staring during the show when he looks at pretty much anybody.)

If Aegon and Aemond get to have sibling telepathy, so do Jace and Luce.

Luce’s rose garden reference is a callback to Chapter 1, when it’s mentioned that Aegon got handsy with Jace pre-wedding while Daemon was stalking around the hedges. Technically, Jace and Aegon were already married for years because of the elopement, and that’s how Jace justifies letting Aegon take liberties. He was already her husband so why not? 😉

Absolutely nobody expected Jace to serve as chaperone, but she blames herself anyway (as usual). If everyone wasn’t so worried about Jace’s health and if the trip preparations weren’t so hasty, I’m sure Alicent or Rhaenyra or Daemon would have insisted on sending an actual chaperone with the group.

The Episode 8 last supper bit where Jacaerys pathetically punches Aemond, who isn’t fazed at all, inspired the scene with our Jace smacking Aemond with a sandal (la chancla!). In this universe, however, Aemond can’t retaliate because Jace is a pregnant woman. He has too many chivalrous notions to strike a woman (and nobody would let him anyway). Luckily for Aemond, our Jace isn’t very strong either.

Baela has been corresponding with Cregan the last few months. Not so frequently that it raises eyebrows, but often enough that they’ve gotten to know each other better. She definitely sent a letter of condolence after Sara died, so she’s expecting a response. Unfortunately, Cregan is not reacting well to his sister’s death, and it feels like the latest in a series of Starks getting screwed whenever they interact with Targs. Jaehaerys and Alysanne made the Starks donate land to the Night’s Watch who neglected it, Jaehaerys showed mercy to rebels which led to Walton Stark’s death, Rhaenys arranged for a Stark daughter to marry Ronnel Arryn (who was usurped and thrown out the Moon Door; his wife and children probably weren’t spared either), and there are probably still some complicated feelings about Torrhen kneeling to Aegon I. Now the Northmen probably feel the Targs caused Sara’s death too, so Cregan, who is also grieving, backs away from Baela and arranges to marry a Northern girl.

Rhaenyra deliberately omits news of the Baratheon betrothal in her letter to Jace. Like everyone else, she’s trying to reduce Jace’s stressors.

Aemond’s letter has the king’s personal seal. He’s confused why Viserys would bother writing to him.

Aegon’s letter is most likely from Alicent, and it mentions something about the Baratheons. I don’t think Alicent explicitly reveals the betrothal, but there’s enough detail that Aegon figures out something is fishy. He has a good poker face when he chooses to use it, so Jace can’t tell what his reaction is.

Aemond leaves because he wants to yell at Viserys, and Luce follows to stop him from getting in trouble. They’re gone all day because they stop somewhere along the Blackwater to argue about what to do, and eventually Luce convinces him to come back to Dragonstone. When they return in the middle of the night, Aegon sneaks out to get the details from them, and that’s when they all agree on a cover story to tell Jace.

Aegon is constantly checking Jace’s pulse because he’s worried about her anxiety 😮‍💨.

Luce is trying very hard not to cry during her convo with Jace. Normally Jace is the first person she confides in about this sort of thing, but she can’t right now 😢.

Jace has a PTSD flashback, and she instinctively/inadvertently uses grounding techniques (mostly centered on Aegon) to get out of it. Westeros doesn’t have much psychological understanding or vocabulary, so I imagine a lot of conditions/symptoms get swept under the category of “madness.” Jace doesn’t entirely know why her brain and body are acting the way they do, so she worries she’s losing her mind.

I’m not a doctor so don’t quote me, but based on my amateur internet research, stress and trauma during pregnancy can cause preterm labor, and Jace has experienced a lot of stress and trauma. I was determined for Cheeseball to be born healthy, so I made him born around 37 weeks/3 weeks early. Not too early, but he’s cutting it close in a world without NICU equipment. I also read that babies born early are likelier to be breech, presumably because they’re on the small side.

Pregnant women sometimes begin “nesting” when the baby is imminent, so Jace spends the morning organizing the baby knits. And the baby might be less active than usual right before labor, which Aegon notices.

Joff is using her little hourglass to time Jace’s contractions 💀.

Jace is telling herself to be brave because “a woman’s battlefield is in the childbed,” or however the saying goes.

Why does Joff know so much about different types of fire? Because she and Daeron were trying all the different ways to light the glass candle on fire 🔥.

Rhaenyra still has unresolved trauma from Aemma’s death, so she decides to keep Aegon from the birthing chamber out of fear that he would make the same choice as Viserys if something goes wrong. When the maester and midwives are debating what to do, Rhaenyra thinks, “of course we’re saving a Jace, she’s my daughter, we aren’t killing her in the hopes of a male heir.” She overcorrects in the opposite direction as Viserys, not realizing she’s acting kinda similarly by taking the choice from Jace. By Westerosi standards, Rhaenyra is also overstepping because the expectation is it’s the father’s right to decide, certainly not the baby’s maternal grandmother’s right. Alicent thinks Aegon deserves to be in the room and have a say in what happens, so she fetches him regardless of Rhaenyra’s feelings.

I did a little reading about the history of childbirth (skip this bullet if you might be squicked by details, though I’m not going to be graphic). A child in breech has always been a big concern but isn’t necessarily fatal; it has higher odds of being injured in the birth canal, or being strangled by the umbilical cord. If the baby really does get stuck, there are ways to extract it to save the mother, but the baby almost certainly dies (and it’s quite awful how they take it out). And historically, the mother was actually chosen over the baby quite often until some church reforms happened and pushed for the baby’s survival via C-section, which had very high odds of killing the mother. So I have a lot of conspiracy thoughts about whether Aemma really was beyond saving in Episode 1, or whether the maester just told Viserys that so they could try to get the baby 🧐.

I feel like Jace could have convinced Aegon to pick the baby…and then Aegon would spend the rest of his life depressed and drinking himself into an early grave 😔. If he were somehow forced to remarry and have more kids, he would be Viserys 2.0 and favor Cheeseball over any children by his second wife. Thankfully, that didn’t happen in this universe!

I know people have a lot of questions about what Joff did with the candle, but I have to save a lot of that info for future fics! Just bear in mind that like it says in the fandom wiki, glass candles are supposedly able to give its wielder visions and dreams. I also gave the candle some qualities as an arcane focus, like in D&D. Oh, and I read on a fan forum speculating that the glass candles might be like palantirs from LOTR, so there’s that. And here, Joff uses Aegon’s blood for the ritual because he’s the baby’s father, so there’s a strong connection she utilizes to coax the baby out.

Joff puts out the candle right before the others come into the room, so nobody except Jace and Aegon (and probably Daeron) know that anything magical was involved.

During the Middle Ages, birthing rooms were kept warm and sealed because they were afraid a draft/the cold would be bad for the mother and baby. But Jace is both a Targaryen and a Velaryon, and she wants to hear her dragon and the sea, dammit.

“The sun wishes to meet the sun.” Sorry, I couldn’t resist making a pun with sun/son.

Royal and noble women overwhelmingly prefer using wet nurses (partly as a status symbol, partly so they can get back to conceiving more heirs quicker, partly so they can focus on other duties). But the ASOIAF-verse does have examples of royal and noble women breastfeeding (see some of the citations on that page if you want to dig in), including the original Queen Rhaenys. So Jace breastfeeding her child is very unusual but not unheard of. And I wanted to give Jace the psychological benefits of breastfeeding, since she’s been in a shaky mental and emotional state.

Babies and children die super easily in the pre-modern world. Just look at how many of Jaehaerys and Alysanne’s kids died super young! It’s why Aegon’s second nameday was such a big deal in the show; he survived infancy, which was the most perilous time. That’s why Jace knows that despite producing a son, she and Aegon will be expected to have more kids. It’s too risky not to.

Since we’re already bringing in LOTR with the palantir vibes, I decided to add some One Ring vibes too. Aegon senses some bad juju from the candle but he’s not magically inclined at all, so he shrugs it off. Jace isn’t super into magic either, but she’s mentally and emotionally vulnerable so the candle taps into her weaknesses more easily. I’ll probably flesh out the system more in the future Joff fic.

The culture of chivalry and courtly love seems to be strongest in the Reach. Daeron picked up on the art of giving flowery compliments while he was there. Unfortunately Joff doesn’t care about that sort of thing.

Daeron knows the candle isn’t entirely “good,” but he’s too used to following Joff’s example and doing whatever she wants. This is probably going to be part of his character arc.

Aegon, in his best Ron Swanson voice, to Dragonstone’s gardeners: “You may have thought you heard me say I wanted a lot of roses. But what I said was: give me all the roses you have.”

The lyrics in Cheeseball’s song convey the sentiments that Aegon wishes he’d heard from his father growing up, and now Aegon is ensuring that Cheeseball hears his own father say/sing those things every day 🥹. And Aegon makes sure to put both Targaryen and Velaryon references in the song to commemorate Jace’s family.

#my writing #meta #house of the dragon meta #hotd meta #fanfic meta #aegon ii targaryen #female jacaerys velaryon #the golds

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whorror-barbie · 2 years

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A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

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10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

#gong yoo #salesman imagine #salesman x y/n #salesman x reader #squid game fanfic #squid games smut

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