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pretending-ican-write · 8 months ago

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Cowboy Up - Pt.8

Enjoy, touch angsty. I'm also opening up to requests for drabbles/headcanons of moments pre-show/outside show canon for this pairing because quite frankly i'm obsessed with them (and Ian Bohen i'm in love with that man).

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

WC: 1483

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Y/n exited the house with coffee in hand to see the small army John had amassed to deal with the cattle. From the porch steps, she watched as who she assumed was a new hand talked to Rip who clearly didn’t think much of him. Poor lad clearly didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to be doing on a ranch. Y/n decided he was going to need her help to survive at the Yellowstone.

John approached her, “you’re gonna go with Rip up the mountain.”

“The fuck I am. I’m going to the reservation,” she argued.

He shook his head, “I’m not about to let you be that close to it all y/n. This is the compromise. You help with the river or you stay here. This is one thing that isn’t up for discussion.”

“Fine.”

She turned on her heel to one of the horse trailers where she took the rope of a horse from Colby to load up. As she turned to leave, she was faced by Ryan who had bought his horse on. Y/n let out a deep sigh upon seeing him, the reality of the potential danger to them in front of her in the form of his ‘livestock agent’ vest.

Y/n leant against the metal, “I fuckin’ hate this Ry.”

“I know you do sweetheart,” he whispered.

They spent a quiet moment just existing in each others’ presence. Ryan wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her body against hers and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. Y/n allowed herself to melt into his chest, and inhale the smell of his cologne mixed in with that of the horses surrounding them.

“You gotta promise to be fuckin’ careful out there. I need you to come back to me when today is done,” she said.

Ryan nodded, “I promise to be careful, sweetheart. You’re all the motivation I need to be safe.”

“I love you,” y/n whispered into the trailer.

Before he got a chance to reply, Lee interrupted them, “come on lovebirds we’ve got cattle to take back and a mountain to blow up.”

“You’ve got shit timing,” she whisper-shouted at her brother as they left, “we were having a moment.”

Lee laughed, “life is full of moments y/n, if you spend too long in one another will pass you by.”

Y/n walked past the line of trucks the hands were climbing into and headed towards where Rip had Comanche waiting for her. She took her horse and gracefully swung up into the saddle, settling in for the long ride ahead of them. They started off down the drive and y/n observed how uncomfortable the new hand looked on his horse. Yeah he was gonna need all the help she could give him. The convoy departed past them and y/n waved to her brothers in the first truck. As the last truck drove past, Ryan looked out the window to see her blow him a kiss to which he smiled back.

-/-/-

Half an hour into their trek, y/n felt like the nerves were going to eat her alive. Rip was leading them up the trail with no indication he wanted to talk and the hand looked far too scared to say anything so she took it upon herself to fill the silence.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked.

The hand startled at her voice, “uh it’s Jimmy.”

“Nice to meet you Jimmy. I’m y/n and I reckon you’re gonna need my help here,” she explained, “Rip’s a stubborn son of a bitch who thinks affection’ll kill ya and most of the others stopped maturing when they were 10 so I’m your best chance.”

“Thanks I guess?” He wasn’t sure what to make of the girl behind him.

Rip stopped her from rambling on, “what she’s conveniently missing out of her introduction is that she’s a Dutton so you’d do well to keep away from her.”

“Call off the threats Rip I know you won’t do anything to him,” y/n countered, “guy that uncomfortable on a horse didn’t apply for the job.”

Jimmy turned red at her statement, “listen I ain’t proud of what I done but-”

“Relax I don’t care what you did nor do I care to understand the decisions my father makes. I’m just here to cowboy and ensure the place doesn’t go to shit before I get a chance to inherit it,” she explained.

Silence elapsed around the group and Rip took the opportunity to check on the youngest Dutton. He turned around to see that she was clearly off in her own world, reins loose allowing Comanche to just follow the horse in front of him. Her fingers were tapping out a rhythm on her saddle’s horn and Rip got the feeling her leg would be bouncing if she had her feet on the ground.

When they reached the top of the mountain they got to work setting up the charges to change the course of the river and fuck over the development next door. Rip headed over to where Lucy was busy connecting up the wires.

“They’re gonna be safe y’know,” he stated, “on both sides of the fence.”

Jimmy looked up from the river, “is this legal?”

“You’re a criminal, what do you care?” Rip questioned.

The hand sighed, “thought the Yellowstone was gonna keep me out of trouble.”

“Getting in trouble’s the only skill you got,” Rip pointed out.

Y/n added, “difference is now you ain’t gonna get caught.”

Once everything had been set, they mounted up and headed back down the mountain. This time y/n took the lead in an attempt to keep her mind off what would be going down on the reservation at that time.

-/-/-

Nobody on the ranch had slept since they had returned from the reservation without Lee. Her father had turned the house into some sort of command centre trying to locate her brother and y/n was sat on the porch steps watching the commotion having lost count of the amount of coffee she’d drank since coming back. John and Jamie were talking around her but the words weren’t sinking into her brain. Suddenly her father took off from the house. Y/n shot up from the step and followed Jamie’s line of sight to where Kayce was walking Lee’s horse towards the ranch with a body slung in front of the saddle.

She gasped and felt the fear that had been keeping her going leave her body. Her legs buckled, falling to her knees next the steps. Jamie rushed to wrap his arms around his sister, letting her cry into his chest. They waited in silence for Kayce to dismount the horse before Jamie let go of her to launch herself into her twin’s arms. Y/n kept herself attached at the hip with Kayce whilst Jamie tried to get out of him what had happened but he wasn’t willing to give up any information.

At some point sat on the sofa she finally spoke, “someone needs to call Monica.”

“I’ll take Kayce back in the helicopter now. No use rehashing this on no sleep,” John explained, “stop running on coffee and sleep.”

After the helicopter had departed, y/n made her way down the drive towards the bunkhouse. The door banged open and the hands looked up. The place was quiet, there was no insults being thrown around, and they were all there which was unusual for that time of day meaning Rip had given them the day off. Ryan and Colby were on one of the sofas half-heartedly playing solitaire and Lloyd was sat reading at the table.

Wordlessly, Ryan put down his cards and opened his arms for his girlfriend. She made a beeline for him before burying herself in the hoodie he was wearing. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, kissing her hair safely.

“I love you,” Ryan whispered to her.

None of the hands made comment about the situation and Lucy fell asleep like that with tears drying on her cheeks.

-/-/-

After the funeral, y/n split from the rest of the group heading to the main house and instead made her way down to the barn in need of some emotional support from Comanche. She found her father in one of the stalls with the stallion Kayce had been working with.

“What’s he doing here?” She asked.

John looked up at her, “think it’s your brother’s way of apologising.”

“How did it all go so wrong dad?” Y/n pondered.

He sighed, “I have no idea but this isn’t the end of it.”

“I’m still not being part of some fucked up power game dad and you don’t get to use me in some twisted politics but whatever it takes to get justice for Lee I’m onboard with,” she explained, “when we’ve got that we’ll talk again.”

John smiled at his daughter, “that’s good enough for me.”

#ryan yellowstone #ryan yellowstone x reader #yellowstone #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone tv #dutton ranch #dutton!reader #ian bohen

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meaningofaeons · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I just started reading your stuff and I really like it!! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons with the HSR boys (your choice but I would appreciate one with Jing Yuan) with a reader who is part of the Stelleron hunters and their role is to clear up any clues they may have left behind not on purpose, the boys caught them in the act and they made a break for it, but after the event the reader finds themself to be looking after the boys more (you can decide whether they know or if they find out due to a coincidence) and they confront the reader about it.

- 🌙 Anon

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ stellaron spy

⊹ character(s) - dan heng, jing yuan ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, a bit of angst, fluff, mystery, intrigue, oh my!

hi 🌙 anon!!!! omy my first named anon (₌♥ᆽ♥₌) I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing!!! I was very tempted to add sampo to the mix here but as the stellaron hunters were not involved much with anyone in belobog I decided against it. but who knows?! maybe a p2 for this will come out! anyways, thank you for the request my lovely!!! I had fun with it! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

post editing katze here - I'm so sorry these read more like scenarios than hcs but all my hcs kinda do </3 I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

⊹ Dan Heng

Your assignment was simple: Clean up the Stellaron Hunters' presence in the Herta Space Station, and leave no trace of your own visit.

As a member of the highly skilled group, you were more than prepared and qualified.

And of course, Kafka and Silver Wolf saw fit to leave a mess behind for you as always.

They never did anything beyond Elio's allowance in order to guide the universe to the correct future, and it's not as if they had anything against you, but you still somehow ended up with a large workload each time.

A stray piece of Silver Wolf's code here, a bullet with Kafka's insignia on it there.

Nothing out of the ordinary, and all seemingly meaningless in the pursuit of the ideal future. Things that would be cast aside by the average person, if not missed entirely.

And yet, that's why you were here—those very "meaningless" pieces of evidence were specific items ordered by Elio that could cause the single tip of a domino should they be found and investigated. The most insignificant things could completely restructure the path you were on, and by extension, Elio's plans.

Of course, Destiny's Slave didn't tell you everything.

Specifically, he neglected to mention you literally bumping into a member of the Astral Express Crew.

On the way into a restricted section full of monsters.

Just perfect.

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry!" You were flustered, yes, but it served as a good cover considering your disguise as a researcher.

The man before you looked indifferent by nature, but something about you caught his eye, and he put his arms out to steady you.

"It's fine. Why are you heading into a restricted zone?"

"Ahh, I'm okay! Just grabbing some of my research materials! If you'll excuse me..."

He didn't seem content to leave you to do as you wished considering your disguise, but then he caught sight of the bullet you held. Kafka's bullet, signature carved into the side and all.

He put two and two together, his blue eyes widening.

"You—"

Before he could say anything further, you had vanished, hearing his footsteps chasing after you after ducking into an alcove. He came and went, and you found yourself alone again.

Well, there goes a smooth mission... He's surely off to alert security.

As the days passed, you continued your task. Of course, Kafka had given you a predictable answer when you confronted her about the run-in with the black-haired man.

"That would be Dan Heng of the Astral Express Crew. Don't worry. You were fated to meet. As I'm sure you know, your foresight on meeting him would have ruined the future."

Of course.

However, the young man intrigued you, and you eventually found yourself watching over him more and more.

He went to get lunch? You would subtly switch your disguise and be in line right behind him.

He took a walk around the station? You weren't far behind.

He entered a restricted zone to assist? You cleared out a couple of monsters ahead of him to make his job easier.

It's all for the mission, you'd justify. Just monitoring him to ensure he doesn't throw a wrench into Elio's plans.

Eventually, your little side-mission caught up to you.

"I really should just turn you in."

A pale hand had reached over your head, grabbing the information tablet above you, and you paused.

Compared to your previous meeting, you were a lot more calm. After all, as Kafka had said, you only needed trust in Elio and his future.

"Then why haven't you?"

The dark-haired man couldn't provide an answer.

"Are you here to stir up trouble again... Stellaron Hunter?"

"Just the opposite, really."

Dan Heng was perplexed, yet intrigued—two feelings he didn't experience often.

"I really should...—ugh. Never mind. For now, I won't do a thing. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"I will do the same for you."

"I've noticed."

"Then I'm sure you've noticed the gift I left in your pocket."

As soon as he looked down, you were gone. Still, you weren't lying—there in his pocket lay a piece of paper with your contact information... along with an alias.

Dan Heng didn't know what to feel, but a strange warmth filled his cheeks, and he ran a hand over his face.

What... just happened?

You, meanwhile, having completed your mission, met back up with Kafka in only a few hours' time.

"Your number, hm? Smooth, Y/N. I didn't think you had it in you. Should I consider this a betrayal?"

"Hush up, Kafka. You know this was bound to happen."

"Astute as always."

You had to hold back your groan along with your own reddened cheeks.

⊹ Jing Yuan

Being a Stellaron Hunter meant trusting Elio no matter what, even if it seemed to be at your own peril.

Even with his indifference towards his own and your lives in the face of the necessary future, Destiny's Slave had assured you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters that you were not to be expended for the cause.

At least, not for a very, very long time.

So why is the General of the Xianzhou Luofu in front of you right now?

This wasn't in the plan! Only Kafka and Blade were meant to be arrested!

Your momentary panic caused you to forget the obvious—

You're not on any wanted lists, you have not been seen associating with either detained Stellaron Hunter on the Luofu, and you're posed as a completely ordinary Xianzhou Outworlder.

On top of that... Kafka had secured you a (fake) position somewhat close to the General for intel-gathering. For all intents and purposes, you were meant to be here.

But that handsome face honestly made your brain run on empty at the most crucial moment. And besides, your false position wasn't that high up!

Unless it was, and the information was withheld in case you got captured...

You wondered if Elio could laugh, and if he could, whether he was amused by your current blunder. Surely, all according to the plan of destiny.

"Goodness. I knew I had some level of charm somehow, but to think I'd evoke such a reaction."

You froze up upon General Jing Yuan moving his face even closer to yours, inspecting you carefully.

"Or perhaps you're just intimidated by me?"

Focus, Y/N, focus!

"Not at all, General," you were quick to respond, impressing even yourself at the steadiness in your voice. "I was simply stunned that the General would greet me, a mere advisor, personally."

"Well, mere advisor, I find you enthralling. Please report to work tomorrow directly to my desk. I'll have you assist me with my paperwork."

...Huh?

That's how you found yourself roped into being Jing Yuan's personal assistant.

The incident with Kafka and Blade progressed naturally, but you found yourself with more and more work.

All to keep up the cover of a simple employee trying to earn your daily wages, you supposed. Not to mention, the closeness of it all allowed you intel on Jing Yuan that you never would have acquired otherwise.

It made sense that this was Elio's plan all along, but you were still a bit bittersweet about your circumstances.

The sweet part being... Well, the General was nice to look at, and he wasn't a bad conversationalist, either.

And of course, the intel. The intel was good. You were certainly still focused on it.

When he ate, when he took walks (casual ones, he assured you when you were forced to join him, but you knew it was a guise for patrolling the Luofu), and when he trained with Yanqing, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant.

Everything went straight to Elio's ear.

The bitter part... Everything else.

Every day, you wondered if the General knew your identity and purpose. Yet he never spoke a word of it.

And his requests were getting more ridiculous by the day!

"Y/N, would you be so kind as to keep me company while I finish my paperwork?"

"That would be highly unprofessional... I must clock out for the night."

Another night, it was something else.

"Y/N, how about a game of chess?"

"We're working, General."

"Call me Jing Yuan, would you? 'General' is far too uptight."

"That would also be unprofessional!"

"Isn't it more unprofessional to deny your superior's request?"

Now you were sure of it. Elio, along with Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf, and every single one of the other Stellaron Hunters...

They were watching this all like a horrendous, slow-burn, romantic sitcom, and they were laughing their heads off at you running yourself ragged. That had to be it.

However, all good? things come to an end. It was only a few months in that you were called to clean up yet another Stellaron Hunter operation.

And with that, your resignation was plopped on Jing Yuan's desk in the dead of night, with you and him being the only two souls in the entirety of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"...So, that's it?"

"I'm afraid so."

That smile of his made you want to stay, though you'd never say it aloud.

"Well, I suppose Stellarons are present in many different worlds."

Your jaw could've dropped. It was a miracle your face remained stoic.

"Do come back and visit me, though? Or better yet, desert them entirely and stay by my side?"

The tone was teasing, but the longing was still buried beneath it all.

When your face hardened, his smile softened.

"Of course not. I understand the feeling of being unable to abandon your comrades, your cause. Still, I do hope we meet again."

With a laugh at your silence, he unclasped one of the blue tassels from his uniform and put it right into your expectant hand—instinct on your part at his gesture.

"Return that to me soon. Don't make me wait too long. After all, without it, my coat is asymmetrical. Not a great look for the General of the Luofu, is it, my dear?"

"...No. I suppose it isn't."

It took you less than the space of a breath to vanish from his office, and you knew you likely wouldn't be back—not for a long time, that is—but Jing Yuan's tassel remained in your belongings nonetheless.

#jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #dan heng x reader #danheng x reader #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai #hsr #jing yuan #jingyuan #dan heng #danheng #🌙 anon

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tellmeallaboutit · 6 months ago

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what is the deal with Hope?

All I know of her is the "cRaZy LaDy" you can ally with in the House of Hope level. Does she have any extra details to her story besides being Raphael's prisoner and Korrilla's sister? (in your opinion, if not in canon!)

Holy moly, Hope is something quite complicated indeed. Hope, first of all, is a product of scrapped original writing / creative redirections / House of Hope re-makings.

It’s extremely hard to analyze her because there are mixed signals in all possible directions. I’ll give the main three. All IMHO / headcanon.

1. Hope as a Concept / Poetical Allegory

Probably the original intention. Hope as some incorruptible entity, a concept, that Raphael stole and tried to destroy as a long-winded poetic metaphor and failed to do so.

2. Hope as a person

Hope is also a real dwarven cleric and the sister of Korilla. So, in this version, at one point Raphael thought “oh, neat name, so metaphorical, wanna serve me?”, Hope was like “nope, get fucked”, and then the only logical course of action for a lawful evil character was to throw respect for consent and rules out of the window, kidnap her, chain her in his basement, threaten her, torture her, subject her to some form of sexual assault (unclear what happened there or who did that, but something that deeply unsettled Hope and caused her to describe sexual acts she witnessed in a very disturbing manner).

Yeah, don’t ask me. I am pretty sure that goes against anything devils are supposed to stand for with actual trickery and seduction and gradual corruption. I guess the thought there was “devils only pretend to care about consent and be civil but look at what this guy is doing behind closed doors”. Behind closed doors, he threatens to drench a kidnapped girl in the intestines of a kid. Very edgelordy, Raph.

3. Hope as a romantic / sexual interest

At one point of development, it seemed like there was a sexual connotation in their relationship aka he wanted her as a woman aka an actual sexual creep locking an unwilling woman in his basement.

Clues: “taming hope” with lines like “he looks at her with such hatred and longing”, and also data-mined taming hope volume 3 where she actually refers to him as "flaccid horned-fuck" and his maggoty tongue in her ear, Raphael referring to himself as a hopeless romantic. The “hope ahaha such a tease” line also seems sexual as such context. I think the boudoir line (where Hope says she has been there, but not on her own will) was created during this stage, and then in act 3 chaos it was just left there because why not.

All in all, Hope writing is indeed a hot mess. She was supposed to symbolize how predatory, corrupt and rotten inside Raphael is, but the delivery of this story was rehashed so many times it fell really flat. I like the general idea of Hope, I think it could have been great, but the execution fell on the nose and is still lying there whimpering. I think my personal main take away from Hope story that Raph is obsessive, doesn’t really give a shit about consent (only on a extremely formal put your signature here or die level) and has strong yandere vibes.

Thank you for your ask ❤️

#bg3 raphael #bg3 #raphael bg3 #hope #bg3 critical #asks #raphael the cambion #my horrible takes #hope bg3

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mrsoftthoughts · 5 months ago

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Nico di Angelo headcanons

- He was very confused the firts time that someone called him "Emo"

he doesn't have a clue of what the fuck is that, he just bought up the clothes and accessories that he looks at and thinks "cool"

It was a karen who say that btw, the fact that she only was saying nonsense prob was guilty of Nico confusion too

- both Acts of service and Gifs are his way to show affection to others

He often helps his close friends and Hazel with anything they need, he also would get whatever thing that they expressed to want or need even in the slightest way possible, it doesn't matter if it's expensive af or hard to obtain for any reason, he's getting that thing for later wrap it in pretty paper .

He also buys whatever that he sees and reminds him to someone he loves, New rome postal service is tired of getting packages of the pluto ambassador for the praetor Levesque atleats 3 times at week ( that's not all the things that he gets for hazel, it's just the ones that he doesn't give her face to face)

- He's a polyglot ( i kinda talk about it here)

It was a part of his education back in the 1930s so he doesn't remember a lot of how he learned most of the languages he spokes, or even remembers that he actually spoke that especific language until he is in a situation were is needed

Something funny it's that one of the languages he taked longer to realize that he spoke it, it was greek, like, modern greek, he doesn't know how to feel about that

He also has a inherent understanding of dead languages so he's really good at read ol text of any kind

He also it's kinda a nerd about etymology

- He has a lot of beauty marks

Like, a lot of them, the most noticeable ones ofc are the in his face ( one at the bottom/side of his left eye and above the right eyebrow and two at the left side of his nose and bottom of his lips) but those things are everywhere in his body

- A lot of people feels that his appearance seems out of place, like, something ood to look at without an apparent reason

The things starts to make sense when you put his hair back with a bit of gel and give him a suit, then you realize that he looks like one of those pictures of grandpas when they were young

It can be a bit eerily because, in fact , he is actually from the same generation of those grandpas, that's why he looks like them but due the Lotus he's a teenager instead of an old man

the fact that his appearance it's the definition of a haunting beauty contributes to all that, he's beautiful, there's no a sigle appice of doubt about that, but you can compare the feeling that he evokes to the feeling of looking at a gothic church or the one of being at one of those old and Rich graveyards full of angel's scultures but cover in moss after years of abandonment , beautiful and stunning but also imponent and bone freezing

But hey!! It's also cool, and you can say that he's the antitesis of an iphone face

- Kinda related to the previous one, but his eyes are always changing colours.

It's not like piper tough, her eyes are literally a multicolor spectrum, Meanwhile, Nico's are more like his eyes being shallowed by the deep and dark waters full of misery of the styx, deep ebony black but in constant movement and little forms that looks like ice sublimation

Still, sometimes in moment of pure joy or when hes relaxed his natural color is visible, being a mostly brown iris with little details of grey and deep green like the bark or the fruit of olives

- Has a large collection of silly bands ( you know , the 2000s elastic bands with form of anything you can imagine?) think about any collection of those things and he has it

He also knows how to do those bracelets of bands btw, he uses his fingers for it and as a result he always has the strangulation marks or bruces

- He and Drew ended up being friends

He had that little hunch Drew's attitude having more behind that she just being a Bitch without reason, he was totally right

They aren't attached to the hip or something, there's a lot of things about each other that they don't know or they didn't bothered to ask, but they thrusts each other and are close enough to talk about their life and things they feel can't talk with anyone else every once in a while

Nico's is also drew personal manikin/ken doll for her fashion design projects, he isn't complaining tough, all the clothes are stunning

- Other of his friends is Clovis from hypnos cabin

A lot of people doesn't understand how they have a lot of anecdotes about things they did together, because Clovis is always half sleep or straight up in another world or something during the day

The last part is they key, they literally are in other world, or something like that, dream magic has potential to take the phrase "live your dreams" to another level

- Full grown up , He isn't tall or short, he's just (technically )average

He's 5'9... It taked a time for him to grow up to that point though, he was stuck in 5'5 for a while until he was around 17/18yo

Still, he looks a bit short at the side of most people around him, it's not his fault 90% of the people he knows are fucking giraffes

The fact that a lot of the boys he falls for are... Well, pretty tall ( Solace, Torrington, Grace, yk that you're the ones im talking about) isn't helping neither.

- He has a transatlantic accent ( alongside with a slight Italian accent)

Is a result of learning English as a second language and having both american and British people like reference and not something made on purpose

Is almost vanished after being living in America at the XXI century for the past few years, but you can still hear it in the way he say some words and the fact that his idiolect mix indiscriminately British and American words

Btw, something funny of that is that if you let his guy at the Uk for enough he would totally turn into the other side of the coin and now he picked up the accent of the region were he is at the moment

- He has a wii and a DS ( he later got a 3DS when it was released), nobody knows how the fuck is that he isn't chased by monster 24/7 using that thing

He also end up with a insane amount of amibos once they were released in 2014

- For some reason his collections of anything are in those vitrines that the grandmas uses for the pretty dishes

- He got the standar lobe piercing

usually he just have a pair of black diamons studs ( kinda looks like the diamons by the yard earring of Tiffanys) but sometimes he uses a bajoran or a pair of drops

- Even whe he is older his job is basically being his father second had and ambassador, but a general concense is that he is also a really god tourist guide

Probably he would be turned into a god after he passes away for just be doing exactly what he already was doing as a demigod, just with immortality.

-Despite being Italian and the stereotypes, he was a disaster in the kitchen, the kind of person that you say them to boil 2 glasses of water for the rice and the next thing you now is that 2 cristals glases are straight up in the stove

in his defense, he at best can remember see his Nanny doing something or being with her sister and mother doing some kind of dessert ( his only contribution to that was eating the chocolate)

Now he may not be a five stars chef but he can do pretty good stuff sometimes, he's trying

- He can make pretty concerning "old fashioned" coments sometimes

Alright, he is not an asshole ( at least non on purpose) or something like that, but sometimes while talking he would say things that are the daily reminder of the fact that this guy over there is a white ass boy raised in the 30's decade with the addition of being Born in a pretty much wealthy and probably Noble family and who's whole social interaction with other people that aren't hundred of years old beings has been limited,and that leads to his perspective of society being a bubble of privilege and old high society ethics.

Like, the most of the time if he say something really... Questionable, is because he really never has stopped to think about it and he is just saying what they teach him ,was normal at the time, or is just a comment made of pure ignorance mouth-is-fasther-that-the-brain-tipe.

Sadly for him ( and luckily for the rest of the people that have to hear him) 90% of the times hazel is close when he say that kind of stuff and two of Three times he ends up being hit by the closest thing that was at her hand or for one of her shoes if nothing else is available, the other time its a 50/50, he realizes that he just said something that isn't right or hazel just look at him in full deception mode.

#nico di angelo #i love give him his own group of friends aside of the seven or his boyfriend #toa #pjo #riordanverse #hoo #solangelo #jasico #nicobaster #drew tanaka #clovis pjo #nico di angelo headcanon #Mrs soft headcanons #god nico di angelo #ig??? idk #original of mine

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therealvinelle · 1 year ago

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From what I can tell, in the actual books there's just one line from Sirius saying Alphard left him some gold, and not much other canon mention of him. How did Alphard become such a big character in your fics/Tom Riddle's love interest?

You know, that's a very good question.

The true and full story behind how Alphard Black became an important character in our fics is laden with a lot of spoilers and back-and-forth, though I will say it wouldn't have happened at all if @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin hadn't already used him in When Harry Met Tom. When we later then needed to add a character for The Man Who Would Be King, Alphard's name lent itself easily and on discussion we found he was the only that really fit the role we needed a character to play. He went on to become a surprisingly large part of secret fic, now we've imprinted on him like baby ducks and he's in everything.

So, what makes Alphard Black so fitting for what we need him to be?

We have little to go on from canon, but compared to some of the other characters fandom has decided on characterisation for, we at least have something to go on when we make stuff up. Oh, we have to conjecture, fabricate, and headcanon away, and for every possible Alphard Black we draft up someone could have used those same clues to create a different Alphard, but we would both be following certain constraints.

By contrast, characters like Alice Longbottom or Abraxas Malfoy have very strong fanon characterizations, a lot read into them, but I'd argue we have just as much, if not slightly more, to go on with Alphard Black.

With that said, here is the information we have on Alphard and how Muffin and I used every bit of it to make up as much as we could.

Teen pregnancy 1.0: Pollux edition

Alphard's sister was born when their father Pollux Black was twelve, and his father married her mother. Going by his young age, I assume this was so Walburga wouldn't be a bastard. Walburga, by her painting's ravings, appears to have spent all her life in 13 Grimmauld Place, she feels a connection to "the house of my fathers" and always had a strong sense of Black identity she tried to pass on to her sons: I think it's a very fair assumption that the Blacks raised the baby, and not her mother's family (as her mother would have been in Hogwarts as well or else a statutory rapist, either case spells a grim homelife for Walburga).

Now, Alphard's birthdate is unknown since he's struck off the family tree, but it was sometime between 1925 and 1938.

Muffin and I have decided that he was born the next year, since this gives Tom a dorm mate, and more importantly it gives Alphard a teen father, one who learned nothing from last year and assumed no responsibility. Tom now has a fucked up dorm mate, and we didn't have to (completely) invent a character.

You now have two kids raised by family members not their parents since their father is a literal thirteen-year-old, and the generational age gap is so narrow that when Walburga starts school her paternal aunt Dorea is canonically a fifth year. They want for nothing materially and the family does step up, but the complete parental absence in their life has an impact.

For the sake of funny, we thought Arcturus Black, who is already raising Lucretia and Orion, is our candidate for raising his cousin's spawn. Now Walburga's marriage to her second cousin is to someone who was raised alongside her, which is funny and so awful. Another feasible candidate is Cygnus Black, Pollux's father and currently raising four kids, but... not as funny.

Teen pregnancy 2.0: Cygnus edition

Cut to 1951. Alphard is a happy bachelor, his father has stopped having kids (legitimate ones anyhow), Walburga's happily married to their cousin, and then... their brother Cygnus does a booboo.

Bellatrix is born, Cygnus is thirteen. Andromeda's birthdate is unknown, but must have been while he was in Hogwarts because Narcissa is born in 1955, while he is still seventeen.

The same problem as with Pollux arises with Bellatrix: who wants baby? And, as with Walburga, I think a fair argument could be made that the Blacks took her in, not the Rosiers.

There are many options here (and can't rule out the Rosiers), but I think it's fair to assume Bellatrix went to live with close family.

Per the Black family, this gives us three options that I find feasible: Walburga, Alphard, and Pollux.

I don't think it was Walburga, I think that would inevitably have come up in canon, either as Walburga lost her shit when Andromeda eloped, handled her grief differently after Regulus died if she had surrogate daughters, or Sirius had a different dynamic with Bellatrix. The Orion-Walburga-Sirius-Regulus family unit doesn't come across at all as having had three nieces raised alongside the boys, so Walburga's a no.

Which leaves us with Alphard, Pollux, someone in the Rosier family, or extended Black family raising Bellatrix.

Pollux, per his wild youth, might not be topping the lists. One could posit that Pollux wants a second shot at parenting and would take in his granddaughter based on this, but he already has Cygnus if he wanted a second shot at parenting. Still, he's a candidate.

So is Alphard, however, who is living alone and has no wife to worry about, no children of his own, and a pile of gold. Per his choice to give Sirius gold after he ran away, one can also assume he's one to come through for family, which fits with taking in his much younger brother's daughter.

TL;DR: we can't prove Alphard Black didn't raise the Black sisters, or at least care for them in their early years, but someone must have and it might as well have been him.

Let there be no pregnancies and no marriages

We then enter the bit that had Muffin go "oh, gay. I will use him in my fic" long before any of the detective nonsense to come up with the above, which is that Alphard did not marry. Now, that could mean anything, perfectly straight people don't marry and gay people do marry.

However, from 1938 through 1960, no Black heirs are born. Which isn't necessarily a long time, on the contrary, Cygnus has been supplying the family with children for years now, luck just had it so they're all daughters who can't pass on the family name.

Still, taking a step back, Orion, Walburga, Alphard, and Lucretia (who married a Prewett) are all adults who are just not having any children. The Orion and Walburga are perhaps not even married, we don't know when they married, and it could be they married specifically because neither of them had found anyone else to marry and there were no sons. Alternatively, they married earlier but then did not have children until they were in their mid-thirties. Considering Lucretia's childless marriage, it might be some Blacks struggled with infertility.

A bit of nerding about why I think Walburga waiting so long to have children is odd

The tldr for Western European demographics is that if you can afford to have children and provide for your family, you will marry and have children early. The upper classes have historically married and had children much younger than the lower classes because of this. The mother's education will also impact when she has children - higher education means having children later.

I think we see this reflected in the wizarding world, in that education is both low (arguably nonexistent, considering the curriculum at Hogwarts) and in magic making material considerations Muggles must make obsolete. And we do see a lot of young parents - Lily and James are both 20 when they have Harry, Andromeda is maximum 24 when she has Nymphadora Tonks, Molly Weasley is 20 when she has Bill, Narcissa is 25 when she has Draco, Fleur would have been 23-25 when she had Victoire, Harry and Ginny are 26 and 25 when they have James Sirius, Hermione and Ron are 26-27 when they have Rose...

Young is the norm.

And with the Blacks, who were lineage obsessed, and where Walburga is never reported to have had a career keeping her busy, I find it very interesting that Walburga doesn't have children until she's 35.

There are three possible explanations I can see:

Walburga and Orion didn't want to have children, and waited for Alphard or Cygnus to get on with it, only for Cygnus to only have daughters and Alphard to have no children at all (bit unlikely since they had two sons, a couple who pointedly did not want children would have called it quits after the first)

They had fertility issues

Walburga and Orion did not instantly marry, but waited for years until it became clear Orion wasn't going to find anybody else, Alphard apparently not either, and Cygnus said "fuck you all, I've contributed three kids already", at which point Walburga and Orion were both single, both cared about the lineage, and went for it.

We've gone for option 2 since it's just funnier to have a pair of cousins all over each other at Hogwarts, "Aren't they-" "Yes and they're very happy together :)", but I think option 3 is pretty feasible too.

Either way, you can read into Walburga and Orion from the late births of their children and you also get free Alphard characterisation, because his choice not to marry starts to look rather pointed.

Back to Alphard

While the Blacks were not dying out at the time, they also weren't swimming in children. Only Cygnus was passing on the family name, and that was exclusively to daughters, and he went on to have no more (legitimate) children after leaving school. Pollux wasn't having any more (legitimate) children, and while there are and grandfathers uncles on the family tree who could do the deed they were quite old, many unmarried, and most importantly they canonically had no children.

We're down to Alphard, Orion, and Cygnus having to pass on the family name, with Orion and Walburga a decade into their marriage with no sons to show for it. Sure, Cygnus could have sons, but that would be placing all their dragon eggs in one dragon basket (and indeed, he had no sons).

Why doesn't Alphard marry?

The family must have brought it up, if not pressured him. Alphard not marrying in a world where arranging a match would have been the easiest thing in the world looks to me like a deliberate refusal.

The giving of the money to the Sirius

This all brings us to the one thing we know for sure that Alphard did in his life: he willed money to Sirius after he'd been disowned.

We know Alphard was not a blood traitor prior to this, or he'd have been burned off earlier.

I frankly take this to mean Alphard most likely subscribed to pureblood supremacy, or at least he did not mind it enough to do anything else to cross his family. Giving money to Sirius isn't a political act, it's an uncle providing for a family member who has suddenly lost everything.

(And, if we assume Alphard himself is gay: it's an uncle who sees his nephew run away from home to be with his best friend, and perhaps drawing a few conclusions of his own about the strength of Sirius's friendship to James. There are many ways to interpret his choice to support Sirius financially, is what I'm saying.)

It also seems a distinct overreaction to me that Walburga would burn him off the family tapestry for something like this, and... it seems very much like one angry, mourning, woman's way of hurting a brother she can no longer confront. If she had been hoping Sirius wouldn't make it out in the wild and be forced to return, then Alphard giving him money would be a betrayal of the highest order.

Walburga putting a cigarette to her wallpaper isn't the same as the entire Black family disowning Alphard posthumously, it's an act of grief and anger.

Where we make things up wholesale

I'll go ahead and assume Alphard was gay, had a good and stable but slightly fucked up family life, and got overly attached to his dorm mate Tom Riddle as a stranger to all of this who perhaps seemed above it all. I also vote he raised Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda, because it's a more interesting option than Pollux. (In case you didn't notice, Muffin and I subscribe to the Black family being as fucked up as we can reasonably make them.)

Vinelle, what was the point of this?

My point is that we may not have any canon appearances to go on with Alphard Black, but we do have dates, biographical facts, what he did with his will, a few statements from Walburga's insane painting and other characters, and a whole lot of imagination. And an obsessive tendency.

And a willingness to say "Mm, no. Can't read. Sorry, that fact's just wrong." when we don't like things (more specifically, Sirius's phrasing making it sound like Alphard died not too long after Sirius ran away from home, which would make him dead for The Man Who Would Be King, a fic that takes place in 1982. We will assume Sirius meant "gave", not "left".)

Wee.

#the blacks #black family #alphard black #walburga black #orion black #harry potter #harry potter meta #secret fic #the man who would be king #my fic #the carnivorous muffin fic #the carnivorous muffin #cygnus black #pollux black

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waywardsunlight · 1 month ago

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I’m going to be a Caleb defender for a second /j, but I think you can have interesting takes on him as a character based on canon.

A) Caleb fucked up. Theres a very intentional repeat of imagery with him throughout the show but I want to focus on his hug with Belos and the Collector’s hug with Belos because they’re the same picture /j.

These hugs both occur after Belos has attacked someone and right before he kills someone. The point. Is that you can’t just forgive everyone. Some people haven’t earned your forgiveness and they don’t want to be forgiven.

From my perspective I see Caleb as an older sibling who’s been struggling for a long time and doesn’t have the ability to stop the track Belos is on but also doesn’t want him to go down it and feels responsible for it. And I think Evelyn sees those red flags and keeps her distance for that reason but neither of them believe Belos will really go that far (at least in the beginning) but he absolutely fucking would.

B) Dad versus the world and all that: Very intentional connections between Caleb, the Titan, and Manny especially in the end of season 2 and in For the Future, both visually through imagery (the death pose) and narratively. The parent who couldn’t be there but has left behind messages/clues/love that different characters follow exists with all three of them (and Evelyn).

Although Caleb is biologically a father who never met his daughter, he’s also indirectly an ancestor to Hunter and Luz (through Eda but also like. Yeah there’s actual visual choices connecting them like her ponytail being the same and her Clawthorne hair curl, similar to how the Titans also show up in Luz not for any reason but that Luz chose this family!!!) and he and Evelyn left a path to help them get home.

C) you can make up whatever you want. It’s called a headcanon. Just be normal about it. Remember that the show is about Luz. It’s a low bar at this point. Personally I think Caleb is best friends with Manny and Papa and Evelyn and they’re doing a snark show together in the in-between but you do you. Also to me he is polyam queer and this is important to his story and him finding a home in the isles which I can do bc?? I want to.

#the owl house #TOH #TOH meta #I think a question is. why the white guy.#there’s a lot of reasons why but also white favoritism is real #and like. the thing is.#you should always be asking questions about media u consume and how u consume it #but also you can do interesting things with this character if you #TRY AT ALL

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partywithoutsmiling · 8 months ago

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Alright darling (can i call you that?) the Rock Beast AU just became my new ✨️hyperfixation✨️ so prepare! Please tell us how does John reacts to his bitty B becoming a Monster

Once he actually finds out who the great Beast is, not very well obviously XD

But if that AU would be a fic, it would be at least couple chapters down the line. My idea for Poppy's and Branch's escape is that while at first they crossed quite a distance through air, soon they were forced to travel by foot, as Branch's wing becomes injured and trying to take flight again would be foolish.

A blessing in disguise it turns out, as the Rock Trolls under Barb's command do not think to stop and search the ground, not that close to their territory, and our duo hides out of sight in the undegrowth, just to see their Angler Ships pass overhead, clearly heading towards the Pop territory

(the thought for this AU being that Barb is convinced that Pop poses exactly the same amount of threat as it did in the ancient past, where they were the most numerous, and seeing the pitiful number of Pop trolls rounded up, figures there must be more Pop villages hidden deep inside the woods that make their territory- so it would make sense to her to think Poppy and Branch went to get more back up- which is correct in a way, as Branch's intention was to fly them all the way to Bergentown, as having giants for allies would become handy in this case)

Meeting John Dory was a complete accident. Headcanoning that he had bad business with the Rock Trolls in the past, he probably decided to skeddadle into the wilderness once he saw the activity in the sky, not wanting to deal with that business- and I liked the idea that the Neverglades were actually a sort of natural border between Pop and Rock, a contested piece of land for both. Usually quite content to sleep out and about, either under stars or in Rhonda, the storm and all the chaos happening around him has him relocate to well known and explored caves- in which he finds Poppy and Branch, who sort of unanimously decide to keep their travelling to the night time, where it gives them less chance to be spotted.

Neither group is thrilled to be discovered by the other, at first- John Dory simply on the principle that lone trolls seems to be bounty hunters more often than not (and this one has a literal monster by her side!) and Poppy... well, for the exact same reason really XD she had been burned by her trust in a stranger- one that led her into this mess she is in- and the source of her major guilt is standing right behind her.

However, compared to JD, she is injured; an unexpected dip in the lake left her feeling sickly, and she is starving- and Branch is hardly doing any better. So it all ends up in a rather tense stand off, where Branch is the only one spiralling, because holy shit that's his brother

And he wants to wail and he wants to sink his claws into JD's face and tear that smug ass grin off his face- and it's the shock of that thought that has him to do neither of those things, and instead forces him to evaluate the situation a bit better.

Because for all JD's abandonment, he is a Pop Troll- and that means a potential ally- and so it is with a gentle nuzzle that he sooths Poppy's unvoiced fears and worries, and encourages her to ask JD for help

The introductions come, of course- but Poppy doesnt mention that Branch is a troll-turned-beast, and while JD's expression turns rather strained at hearing Branch's name, there is nothing that would clue him in that Branch is *his* Branch (His precious baby brother, who he thinks is dead for several years, and being an expert at avoidance of painful truths, there is no way he is sharing that with a complete stranger)

So as far he knows, Poppy's "pet" just has a rather unfortunate name, and Branch's colours are again rather washed out.

Branch just doesnt want to deal with the mess that is his familial trauma and is quite relieved JD doesnt have a clue to his original identity

(of course Poppy, desperate to socialize after being locked up with no-one but mute Branch for company, ends up bonding with JD rather quickly- especially after he treats her wounds and offers her a safe shelter- and finding his collection of memorabilia snowballs into discovering his identity as THE John Dory- and Branch's connection to it all, when John Dory, unable to resist the force that is Poppy, eventually talks about all his brothers- including Bitty B)

Also, this isn't connected to that scene, but even then I think you would enjoy this little treat:

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Branch was injured.

That much Poppy could observe, from the simple way he was carrying himself.

The rush of their escape didn’t seem to want to pass; the pink troll felt like every breath came out with accompanied tremble, and her heart was keen on making itself as loud as possible- it drummed hard in her ears and pulsed in tandem with the ache that throbbed mutely through her sore arm.

The sudden dive and crash into the murky depths of the lake jostled it- but at the time, her mind was hardly crystal clear enough to focus on anything but uncoordinated flailing as she panicked from the shock of the chilling water, trying to instinctively kick herself up to get to the surface. A great deal of her attention had also been overtaken by fear; for her life, yes, but also for Branch, as she had seen him seize up in one blink and then start falling out of the sky in another, his grip on her- previously strong and secure- now limp and weak, a puppet losing all motion as if its strings were suddenly cut.

Yet it was him who dragged her out of the lake in the end, his great head going under her belly and chest and lifting her high above the surface, leaving her clutching onto his mane with painful grip, gasping and sputtering, a sob roughly tearing through her throat before she could stop it. The sudden relief of air filling her lungs once more was not enough to mask the sudden pain that laced through her right arm, and Poppy had sobbed once more, clenching her eyes shut, burying her face into the soggy mess of Branch’s hair.

Low rumbling moan echoed from the beast under her, the strength of it- for all that it was quiet- reaching all the way to her core- but she was unable to do anything but breathe, the action shallow and painful, as her arm throbbed throbbed throbbed.

Vaguely, she felt the chilling water lapping at her legs, and her ears twitched at the sound of soft splashes- the body under her rocking forward, Branch’s breath just as shallow as hers, but clearly now moving, swimming, towards what she hoped was dry land.

The sky crackled, a thunder left in the wake of it, and she shivered when a first drop splashed against her back, bringing a shock of ice to her already drenched body. Another moan and Branch lurched forward, his swimming now gaining urgency- even in this shape, he was well aware of the danger that rain possessed for species as small as theirs, especially when it caught them on a lake. The prickle of unease was what had her force herself to lift her herself up, her good arm gripping Branch’s mane more firmly while held the other more securely to her chest.

Already the drops were breaking the surface apart, the water splashing up and sending waves that clearly impeded her friend’s progress; one that seemed to be made difficult simply for the fact that Branch had extra set of limbs that were hardly made for swimming- with one wing flapping or paddling awkwardly to help propel forward, while her other followed at much slower pace. It was the trembles and shakes that seemed to run through the appendage that caused Poppy’s heart to plummet to the depths of her stomach.

“Branch..?”

He voice was a pathetically weak and wobbly thing- there has been a shock, followed by euphoria, when her companion suddenly ripped through the bars dividing their cells like knife through butter. His cell had been a dark and dreary place, cut away from any natural light- hers had a large barred window that showed nothing but the menacing glow of the volcano, its fiery tones casting orange hues into the grim, cloudy looking sky. She had often caught him watching through the gaps of his cell, great glowing red eyes focused intently on the singular glimpse of freedom, and many times wondered if his sudden critter like instincts urged him to take flight. He did many things in the time they had nothing but each other for company, that could hardly hint that his interest could have other reasons. He prowled around, as much as his chains allowed him, and quite often his wings would flap. His claws would flex and his limbs would stretch- and Poppy had thought it a simple restlessness of a trapped animal, frustrated at the lack of necessary space.

She had thought. She didn’t expect it to be a slow exploration and familiarization of foreign limbs and muscles- not until she had been scooped up like kittenbug, and not until they were hurling face first through the window, Branch simply tucking his head closer to his body and tearing through it like a single-troll battering ram.

“Branch,” she whispered again, the sound trailing into a low moan, not unlike his own- but he didn’t respond, not even with a growl- not until she let go of his mane so she could gingerly touch the trembling wing.

The limb flinched and Branch went stiff under her for a moment, soft warning hiss audible even through the loudness of the storm- and though he didn’t stop his swimming, Poppy withdrew her hand as if burned, realizing that now perhaps wasn’t the best time to find out where his hurts were coming from.

“I’m sorry,” her apology was quick and strained ,“I’m sorry, Branch, I’m sorry-“ and the water was now blurring her vision, and perhaps it was her tears and not the rain, and perhaps her ill timed touch was not what she was apologizing for.

But Branch suddenly made a soft chuff, and his head twisted to peer back at her, the lamp like glow of his red eyes more comforting than one would expect. But Poppy hardly felt unnerved by the sight of them- not when she couldn’t feel any drop of malice, and the pink troll heaved a shuddering breath, bowing forward so she could reach and gently rub one of the Beast’s long ears. The appendage flicked, and his eyes blinked slowly, another chuff falling from his lips, before he turned to face forward again, his swimming seemingly becoming more determined.

Poppy swallowed and closed her eyes, her exhale a tad less shaky than before.

They will be okay. They have to be.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls fandom #Rock Beast AU #trolls john dory #troll fic

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garcargofarfar · 9 months ago

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HIHHIHIIH I SAW YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN

May I pretty please request some fluffy headcanons for Laurance x Garrorth x reader?

Also, may I pretty please be ⭐ anon?

Omg my first request on this blog! Thank you Anon <3 (I honestly thought the Aphmau community was dead) AND YES OMG I LOVE GARRANCE. I wasn't sure if you wanted this as in separately fighting for your love type or a threesome type. ALSO I wasn't sure if you wanted this set in PDH or MyStreet(or mcd but I haven't watched mcd) so..

Here have them all⭐️

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Laurance x Garroth x Reader HEADCANONS

Laurance x Reader, Garroth x Reader, Garrance

Era of Pdh and MyStreet

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LAURANCE X READER/GARROTH X READER (separate)

PDH

Garroth and Laurance, like with Canon Aph, will both end up falling for you

The two of them would fight for your attention, remaining a friendly competition, but never letting that get in the way of their friendship

Garroth would be the more responsible and caring one

Laurance would be the more popular and carefree one

The two would secretly come to a mutual agreement to share you until you decide who to get with

Meanwhile, they'd both go behind each other's backs and try to spend the most time with you

You have separate classes with them both, respectively, yet also, occasionally have a class with both of them together

Garroth isn't the type for too over-the-top pet names, he'd go for something simple like love, sweetheart, babe, etc.

Laurance doesn't care as much and does whatever he feels like

Both boys will screw over one another and give them false information, thinking you had no clue

Meanwhile, you were aware of everything listed above but just never admit it

MYSTREET

Remember what I said earlier about Garroth being the responsible one? Yeah, not anymore.

Garroth will eventually turn out to be the outgoing and goofy bundle of joy, but he knows when to be serious and when not to

Laurance is.. well, Laurance. He hasn't changed much since high school, but a tad bit more serious than he used to be to balance out Garroth's crazy mind

Both the boys would come over to find you occasionally at your house and refuse to leave, always finding excuses to be by your side

Eventually, they'll give in and work together, trying to get your attention together

Seeing as they live together, they hold meetings to plot out the perfect moments

L : "Oh, what a coincidence! Zane says he'd be home late."

G : "Would you mind if we stayed longer? To watch another movie?"

You : "We just watched all eight of the Harry Potter movies! Eight!"

GARRANCE X READER(threesome)

PDH

The two starts off surprised, learning that you're up to try a threesome

At first, it's hard to share you

Eventually, the two boys will learn to be gay asses and they'd purposely show each other more affection than to you to piss you off

You get pissed off

It takes them forever to get your attention and forgiveness, but knowing them, they'd pull this off again in less than two weeks time

MYSTREET

The boys are mature, they'll finally learn to share.

Until, of course, they start getting jealous of each other. Again.

Garroth is usually on your left and Laurance on your right

It doesn't mean anything, but it's become habit

Actually, a lot of things have become habit

Like watching movies with the two on the weekends, having one boy's head on your lap as your head lays on the others shoulders, arms wrapped around you

And then, comes Sprinkles.

Laurance uses Sprinkles as bait and gaslighting

You use Sprinkles as emotional support while the two fight over Garroth's love for Sprinkles

L : "GARROTH! SPRINKLES WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!"

G : "STOP BRINGING HER INTO THIS!"

You : *petting Sprinkles in your room* "Why are they like this."

Sprinkles : meow.

You : "I don't know what I see in those two idiots either."

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cursingtoji · 2 years ago

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— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧; 𝐹𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜 & 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜; 𝑌𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑧𝑎!𝐴𝑈

part of the Don’t Mess with the Yakuza series, a collab with @thekillingtimethekillingmoon 🖤

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Description: As a professional hitman of the Gojo clan, Geto was assigned the task of dealing with a whistleblower, but he’s nowhere to be found, only his beautiful little wife is at home. To lure the target he will need to work with his business colleague and former Zenin which already has a filthy plan using the wife as bait.

Warnings: fem!reader, stalking, dub-con(ish), sub!reader x dom!geto x dom!toji, manipulation, a gun, explicit photos, oral (f -> m), pussy slaps, dacryphilia, reader is pretty much manhandled a bunch of times, cheating, mentions of domestic violence (mahito is an abusive husband). 6k words.

To better understand the character’s roles check this headcanon.

Extra: Geto Visuals — Toji Visuals

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Geto has been watching the blue house for three days now, he still doesn’t get how his target hasn't left even for a second. Even when other men were watching the place. Nothing was reported back to him.

The only one that comes out is his target’s wife, always with a pair of sunglasses on. Stretching on the sidewalk before going on her morning jog. A sight for Suguru’s sore eyes. She waters the plants at noon and buys some house supplies in the afternoon.

Gojo had ordered his best hitman to take care of the casino owner, Mahito, who used to be an associate of his, but now is about to testify against one of his men next week, the manager of a small front company of his. It was a small case too, Gojo could afford to throw someone in front of the bus and lose a company, easily moving money someplace else before the federals could track it back to him.

Geto just had to get to his target, maybe threaten him to give up testifying at the trial, or something more appealing if the target knew more than what Gojo suspected.

Yet, now, three days and no sight of said man, the hitman starts to get suspicious. Mahito hadn’t even shown up at the casino he owned to work for three days, according to the other men Gojo had put under Suguru’s orders, and he definitely wasn’t traveling for business or pleasure.

Some theories start to form in his head as he scribbles his notebook.

Injured? — someone may have gotten to him first (check if he’s associated with any other families).

Ran away to not witness? — the wife is still here.

No. Scratch that. His car is not in the garage, but according to Suguru’s research, it hasn't left the state either.

Witness protection program??

He circled the question twice.

Still. Why is his wife so calm? Was it possible the man had left her behind and joined a witness protection program? The police wouldn't force him to bring her along, he could easily say she was going to stay with some family member in another city or something like that. Why, though?

Here she is again, leaving her house at sunset whistling a melody, with a tote bag under her arm.

If the witness protection theory is true, then the police have a case bigger than just that one front company. Something that can put Gojo in some serious trouble. Geto can’t let this happen.

There's only one way to figure this out.

The hitman watches as the woman heads to the superstore nearby. Perfect.

He starts the car following behind her from a safe distance and ends up parking his car in a spot close by the entrance. Eyes on her until she passes through the automatic doors.

He steps out of his car, thinking about his options there.

Wait for her to leave, force her into the car and take her somewhere for interrogation.

It’s the middle of the day though? Someone will easily notice and call the police.

Break into the house and check around for clues?

Neighbors will see, besides the house has an alarm system.

The best option now is to try to approach her, the new target.

It doesn’t take long for Geto to spot her once he enters the store as well, she has a trolling cart and a rather long list in hand as she checks the shelves looking for a bottle of wine, Suguru keeps an eye on her from a distance while she gathers the stuff in her list. There’s no way that tiny tote bag will fit all the stuff she already has in her cart.

A brilliant idea pops in Geto’s mind.

Leaving his target, he goes to the clothing area of the store, taking a red polo and a zip-up hoodie. The shirt is the same color as the store staff, with the exception of the logo. He enters a fitting room removing his black shirt and dressing the one he picked with the hoodie on top to cover his heavily tattooed arms and the place where the logo would be but also leaving the zipper open enough to show the shirt’s color, removing the labels and discarding his black shirt as he leaves.

As part of his plan he stops at the wine aisle picking that same wine his target had picked some minutes before.

Once Geto finds her again he waits until she heads to the cashier to do the same.

“Is that all, sir?” the cashier asks once he placed that one item in front of him.

“Yes, cash” he gives the bill to the cashier leaving with his bottle on a plastic bag casually looking back to check his target that is still removing the items from her cart.

That will give him some time to call his boss.

Geto goes outside, pretending to be interested in the plants to disguise himself until the target leaves the store.

“I’m in the middle of something here, Suguru, this better be important” Gojo says answering his phone.

“I’ll be quick, is there any chance of Mahito knowing more than just that one company?” he asks in a low tone.

Gojo gets quiet, Geto hears an ‘excuse me’ and a door closing.

“There’s a chance, yes, I had a couple of meetings in a private room of his casino, a few with the Zenins. Mahito always found some excuse to enter mid-game. I thought he just wanted to check how much money we were spending there, but he could be eavesdropping.”

“The Zenin, huh?” Geto hums.

“Do I need to know what's going on?”

“Not yet, I’ll be approaching the target’s wife in a few.”

“Wife?” Gojo laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Didn’t know he was married, the fucker literally told us about all the croupiers he fucked” Geto spots his target leaving the store, struggling with her bags like he expected.

“She’s here, gotta go” he hangs up, waiting till his target walks off a little more to approach.

“Excuse me, miss” he calls. The woman with sunglasses on turns her head slightly, finding a tall man with his hair tied in a bun running towards her, “You forgot one bag” he raises his hand with a potty wine inside a bag.

She recognizes the wine she picked, Geto can see she also spotted his blue shirt, as he expected.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I completely forgot I didn't have the car today and got more stuff than I could carry” she smiles at him. No wonder why, the handsome stranger was incredibly charming, he had to be, as part of the job.

“Well I just clocked out, my coworker was the one that asked me to hand you this on my way out, do you live nearby? I can help you carry some bags.”

“Ah yes, that would be great, I’m just a few blocks away from here” she smiles as the brunette bends to pick some bags out of her hand.

The woman leads the way.

“Pardon, ma’am, you said you didn’t have your car today? Is there something wrong with it? ‘Cause I have a mechanic cousin to recommend” Geto lies with the sole intent to throw a bait. He knows the car hasn't been in her garage for a few days.

“Hm… no, actually my husband took it for a business trip. I used to have my own car, but he sold it, apparently its too expensive to maintain two cars” she looks down.

Something doesn’t smell right there. A casino owner claiming he can’t maintain his wife’s car? A business trip? No, Gojo has people inside the Cassino, and they haven’t said anything about a business related trip.

“And please don’t call me ma’am, makes me feel old” she says her name, brushing off the topic of her husband. Geto notices that up close she really looks younger than the expected for a suburban wife.

They walk by each other in silence while Geto thinks how he can get more information without her getting suspicious.

Before he can even realize they are already in front of her house.

“Come in, i’ll get you something to drink” she opens the door and Geto walks with her to the kitchen, “I didn’t get your name by the way.” she turns after placing the bags on top of the counter.

“Ah Suguru, it’s been a while” a strange voice echoes from the living room.

Both the woman’s and Geto’s head turn to find the intruder, looking at a wedding picture frame she kept well displayed.

The man is big, he wears a white dress shirt, tight on his arms and chest. He takes his eyes off the frame, piercing green eyes finding the woman in the pictures standing right there, a scared look on her face. Geto on the other hand seems surprised and a little bit angered.

“Fushiguro.”

Confusion is noticeable on your face.

What the hell are these two strangers? Who is that man in your living room and how did he get there?

“Why you so formal?” he tsks “Just call me Toji already.”

Something screams danger as your hand gets in the tote bag to look for your phone and call the police.

“What are you doing here?” Suguru asks, from where he stands he notices your hand wiggling inside the bag on the counter, he sighs realizing all his disguise is ruined. What a shame, it was going so well.

In one stride he’s behind you, pulling your hand off the bag and holding it behind your back

“Be a good girl while your guests are talking, will you?”

Your heart races at the sudden personality change of the man that was walking you with groceries.

“Sorry to ruin your role play here” Toji approaches, not seeming sorry at all, “But three days watching? Come on, that’s too much even for you.”

“Answer me” Geto demands, easily holding his target with one hand as you try to get rid of his grip.

“I’m here for the same reason as you” Toji takes a folded paper out of his back pocket, a photograph of your husband, “But apparently he was taken to a safe house so I have to improvise, isn’t that right, darling?” a rough hand comes up to hold your chin and makes you look straight at him.

“Safe house?” you ask. What the fuck is that?

“Shit” the man behind you curses.

“Oh you didn’t know? I’m impressed. Satoru gives you so many resources.”

“How did you know?”

“I have my own resources too.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” you try to shake your head out of the man’s grip, your arm still being held behind your back.

You watch Toji’s eyebrow furrow once he takes in a certain yellow tone behind your sunglasses.

“Let’s take these off, you don’t need those inside.”

You try to back away from him but only find Suguru’s body behind you, holding you still.

Your sunglasses are removed and even trying to hide your bruise from his sharp gaze he still sees it, his face too close to yours.

“I see, it seems like you married a true piece of shit sweetheart, what was it? His money?” you manage to wiggle an arm out to slap the man’s face, but your hand is caught mid-air, “Ops, touched a sore spot” you truly feel like doing more than just slapping his presumptuous face.

You are turned and the grip on your arm is released before you can attempt another violent act.

Suguru bends down slightly to check the yellow and purple bruise under your eye, now it was almost healing. You swallow dryly when his nose almost touches yours. What the hell is with these people and personal space? Something looks like it clicked in Suguru’s mind after seeing your bruise.

You can’t help but notice how handsome he is from this close.

“To summarize,” Toji says, contouring the counter to be in front of you and behind Suguru. Side by side you notice how the one with a bun is slightly taller while the one with the scar is more built. Both are dangerously attractive, “Your husband has been cooperating with the federal police, he was going to testify in an upcoming trial but now the feds are building a bigger case, that’s why he has to be kept in a safe house so that bad men like us don’t kill him and destroy the only witness they have. That’s where you enter, darling. Why are you here?”

The engines start to work in your head.

Bad men like us.

Kill him.

That’s where you enter.

Your heart races at the realization these men will kill you.

“I don’t k-know anything, I swear” your body shakes and your eyes start to water. I don’t wanna die, especially not because of something that the son of a bitch did.

“Shh, just tell us what we need to know” Toji takes something from his waistband, your eyes widen when you notice the gun he places on the counter beside him. A silent threat.

“Actually Toji-san, I think she’s telling the truth” Geto proceeds to tell him the story you told him about your husband being on a business trip taking the only car you had, selling the other one a couple weeks before the said trip, “The bastard knew he couldn’t take his beaten up wife with him to a house guarded by cops, a domestic-violence accusation mid case could have ruined his testimony.”

“Hell, leaving her behind sounds like advice from the cops themselves” Toji snorts.

“What are you going to do with me?” you ask in a low weak voice.

The men in front of you almost smile, how a cute little thing like you married a piece of shit like Mahito?

“You know darling, I kinda came here to use you as bait for your husband to leave the safe house and rescue his pretty little wife. But now” his rough hand comes to your face, thumb rubbing your bruised cheekbone lightly. One tear drops from your eye, sliding down your face to your parted lips. Toji realizes he likes to see you crying “But now I don’t think he’s that much of a good husband.”

A bait?

“No, he’s a terrible one” Geto murmurs, “In fact I don’t think his plan was just leaving his wife behind so he wouldn’t face domestic violence charges” he exchanges a look with Toji that makes you very confused, but he seemed to have understood.

“Motherfucker thought he could play us like puppets.”

“You haven’t signed a prenup, have you, doll?” Geto asks and you shake your head in denial.

They exchange that look again, like all made sense in their heads.

“I don’t get it, what is going on?” you manage to ask even though your head is dizzy with all that new information.

“Your husband figured we would come for him, what would happen if only his wife was home?” Geto says.

“The bad guys would have murdered her to send a message” Toji completes.

“That way he wouldn’t need to lose half of his casino in a divorce, free to marry one of his work pussy.”

“What? No” you bring your hands to your head trying to process all that, “Mahito would never hurt me.”

“Is that so? Then I assume you just ran into a wall there” Toji taps his index on his own cheekbone.

“We argued, it was an accident” you cover your cheekbone, the painful reminder of your confrontation.

“Argued huh?” Geto approaches, removing your hand, “Let me guess, his clothes had a sweet perfume?”

“A lipstick stain on his neck?” Toji says suddenly on your other side.

“I-I saw a text message” you confess.

“Oh that’s worse” Geto coos in a faux sympathetic voice.

“Terrible” Toji goes along, “I bet you would do anything to get back at him.”

“Anything…” you wonder doubtfully.

“Well, we could test Toji’s theory and see what happens when he finds your dead body” Geto runs a finger on your neck giving you goosebumps from both his touch and words.

“No! Anything but that” you exclaimed.

“I have another idea, you need to cooperate though, sweetheart” Toji puts a strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod slowly in agreement, body tingling with the unknown.

The influence those strangers have over you is uncanny, you can’t put a finger on it, maybe it’s how they call Mahito by names, names you called him in your head too. Maybe it is how they seem to treat you so carefully, even though they talked about the option of actually killing you, right in your face, but still gently touching you.

In a blink you realize you’re in your bedroom, sitting at the bed and processing the flow of information while the taller assassin goes through your underwear drawer.

“What are you doing?” you rise from the bed only to be pulled back by a big hand on your shoulder.

“You agreed to do anything to get back at him” Toji reminds sitting right behind you. You agreed?

“But why is he—“ your thoughts are interrupted by a lingerie set being thrown on your lap.

“You still are the bait, love” Toji whispers in your ear.

“If we can’t bring your husband back using the love in his heart, we will do it using his dick.”

You look down at the set, something you haven’t worn in a long time, why would you? Mahito hasn't shown any interest in you in months.

“I don’t think it’s going to work” you shake your head.

“Don’t underestimate how horny a man in a safe house can get” Suguru kneels down before you, removing your shoes slowly as he rubs your ankles moving up.

“I—“ you open your mouth to protest at the forgotten feeling of having a man’s hands on you.

“We’ll make this pleasant for all of us, how about that?” Toji finds the hem of your dress, bringing it up over your head.

“Just be good, okay?” Suguru hooks his fingers on your underwear as Toji holds your waist so the other man can slide it down your smooth legs.

You have no time to feel exposed as Suguru removes his hoodie and shirt in one go, his bun getting undone in the process leaving possibly the most handsome man you’ve seen half naked in your bedroom.

His torso and arms are like an illustration book of japanese art, you catch a glimpse of some figures before he’s pushing your legs apart and getting in between them.

“Say, Toji-san, why would a man leave such a beautiful woman in his house to look for crumbles of pussy somewhere else?” Suguru kisses up your thighs.

“I have no idea what goes inside a crazy man’s head” the assassin behind you run his hands up your arms, stopping to pull your bra strap and release it on your skin, causing you to hiss.

Suguru raises one of your legs and sinks his face in your core, his hot breath hits your sensitive folds, it alone makes you moan.

Suguru smiles, it’s not usual for him to have a married woman squirming like a virgin.

“Guess hubby was not a big fan of pussy eating, was he?” Toji chuckles, opening your bra and sliding it off your arms. As soon as his rough hands touch your soft mounds your head falls back on his shoulder.

Toji never had much respect for Mahito, he ran into the casino owner once or twice but everything about him screamed mediocrity, now Toji understands whatever primitive feeling he had about Mahito was right.

Now, playing with his wife’s breasts as she melts on his arms, Toji can confirm he has absolutely no respect for that excuse of a man.

The contrasting years of negligence almost make you mad.

Almost.

It becomes harder and harder to think about your husband when Suguru latches on your clit, his long hair tickles the inside of your thighs. Suguru is attentive and smooth, you like that.

Toji maneuvers your arms into the straps of the white lingerie set Suguru picked. The delicate piece looks like something you would’ve worn on your honeymoon, Toji wonders.

In fact you did, five years ago, when you were young and in love, ignoring all the red flags and hoping marriage would fix the little flaws your man had.

You whine in protest when Suguru drops the leg he was holding and moves away from you.

“Hang on a bit, doll” he murmurs, picking the white underwear and helping you dress it.

“I still don’t understand how—“

“Look here, darling” Toji puts your phone in front of your face to unlock it.

“Hey” you protest.

“Shh, shh” Suguru rises from his knees, taking your neck and pulling you into a distracting kiss while Toji finds Mahito’s contact and begins a conversation pretending to be you, his needy and horny wife.

Suguru works his magic on your mouth, holding you still with a firm grip on your neck as his tongue explores your cave. He opens an eye to look at Toji, who gives him a sign.

Suguru backs away leaving you with an open mouth and cloudy eyes, Toji acts quickly pushing you down until you’re laying on your bed with your arms above your head.

The long haired male whistles at the sight, the off-white lingerie he picked looked so good on you, hugging the right places, the lying position you were in made your breasts look more full, he could actually see your nipples with how sheer the piece is.

“Focus, kid” Toji tosses him your phone.

“Is that really necessary?” you question squirming as you try to release your arms from his hold. Toji is much more aggressive than Suguru, rough hands take a firm hold on your soft skin like he’s not afraid to break you.

Toji smirks, looking down at your submissive position underneath him. You gulp when your eyes fall down on his pants, the fine trousers he wore had a big tent on it, made your mouth water.

“Wanna a taste, baby?” he teases.

Suguru takes the opportunity to snap a few pictures of your body from above, in a position you would take yourself, from the neck down, and sent to Mahito, reading the conversation Toji had started and continuing it.

< Miss you so much … >

“Hey, doll, what do you call each other?” Suguru asks, looking up from the phone to find Toji opening his belt and you looking at his crotch like a dog waiting for a treat.

“What?”

“Sweetheart, baby, master…” Suguru gives a few examples, “What he likes to be called?”

“Hm, sometimes… sir” you murmur, kind embarrassed.

Toji chuckles loudly and Suguru snorts, you know they are not laughing at you but you still can’t help the heat that comes to your face.

< Miss you so much, sir >

Suguru completes the text and hits send.

“He doesn’t deserve a sweet obedient thing like you” Toji pulls down his pants only enough to free his cock.

A big man like him already gave you a hint of his size down there. Large shoulders, perfect to be a football player, tall enough for your face to be right at his pectorals, biceps so big he must lift weights every single day.

Yet you underestimated how large his cock would be, now that is right in front of your face. With your hand barely able to wrap around it completely, you gave his tip kitten licks. Toji is standing up by the bed, while you lay down on your back, having to take him in your mouth sideways.

“Come on, sweetheart, I know you can do it better” he tangles his fingers on your hair, bringing your head closer to his pelvis, from kitten licks you start to take him inch by inch, forcing your mouth and throat to accommodate his width.

He’s so far from anyone you’ve ever had, his smell was enough to intoxicate you, the trimmed yet thick pubes make you rub your thighs together imagining how they would feel right against your clit.

Suguru tsks watching you squirming like that just from sucking Toji’s dick, his own one rock hard and forgotten.

Mahito replied after a few seconds typing.

< oh? how much you miss me? >

Suguru sighs, dirty texting his target while his rival gets a blow job from the target’s wife was not how he planned this whole night to go down.

The long haired assassin raises both of your legs, placing your feet on the bed, the movement making you hum on Toji’s cock, he groans, enjoying the vibration. You attempt to close your legs, not seeing what was going on with Suguru down there, he gets impatient though, delivering a slap on your covered pussy.

“Stay like that” and open your legs enough to give him an angle to shoot a picture. His middle finger runs between your pussy lips, pushing the thin material of your underwear between them to showcase the outline of your pretty pussy, he goes up till your clit, where you yelp, gaging on Toji’s cock as he holds your head, fucking your throat upside down.

Your legs automatically shut as your back arches.

“I said” Suguru gives you another slap, this time right on your clit, “Keep it open” you obey, slowing and tremblingly spreading them again.

Suguru is quick to snap a picture of your folds from up close, there was a wet spot already from when he was eating you out but after his slaps on your cunt the wet spot seemed to have grown.

Suguru sends the picture with some cheesy line about how wet you were.

< you should’ve thought about that before i left bitch > Mahito replies in no time.

“Scumbag” Suguru curses, Toji hears, but decides to take a second for himself there, too lost on how pretty you look crying over his cock abusing your mouth.

Toji extends a hand to wipe your wet cheek covered with tears and drool, he thrusts faster, a large hand falling to your throat, where he squeezes a bit, being able to feel his cock there, he knows you won’t be able to handle it for much longer, your nails digging on the skin of his pelvis and thighs.

He pulls away, pumping himself as he finishes on your face and neck, the thick white fluid painting your delicate features.

“Matches your outfit” he smiles watching you cough and breathe heavily, your big teary eyes looking up at him, face dipping all sorts of liquids, “What a view” he bends beside you, holding your face as he forces his tongue in your mouth. You moan shamelessly at the act.

Mahito would never do that.

But this man…

You wonder if you’ll ever be able to feel pleasure with your husband again after having a taste of a real man.

Toji backs away from your lips and gives your face a lick, from your jawline to your eye, taking all the tears and drool and gathering in his mouth only to spit it back into yours.

“Fucking—“ Suguru curses again watching the way you swallowed his spit, the lewd scene alone making him almost cream his pants. Even though he’s trying to focus on texting he gropes his cock over his pants.

Toji turns his head, giving his rival a sheepish smile.

Who would’ve known Gojo’s dog was a voyeur… Definitely an interesting piece of information for the experienced assassin to use in the future.

“What did the deadbeat say?” Toji asks, still inches from your face.

“He’s playing hard to get” Suguru throws the phone to Toji for the older one to see for himself.

Toji adjusts his posture to read the conversation.

“Come here” Suguru takes advantage of Toji’s distraction and pulls you by your knee, making you slide on the bed just enough to be on the edge. One leg hangs off the bed while the heavily tattooed male holds the other, his hand moves from the back of your knee to your ass, groping the flesh shamelessly as he places one knee on the bed, the erection confined in his pants rubbing right against your sensitive folds.

He bends over to kiss you. You moan on his lips, hands experimentally running over his chest and abdomen.

Suguru is quite impatient now, the misinformation regarding his target’s location, the three days he hasn't had a proper night of sleep and having to deal with Toji interfering with his job had put in a bad mood.

He moves down sucking and biting your neck, pushing your bra down to do the same with your nipple.

Without leaving your chest, he extends one hand to Toji, silently asking for the phone back.

Toji sighs, after exchanging a few messages with Mahito he thinks they might crack him and make him come back home soon.

Suguru sits on his knee, opening the camera once again and roughly taking your hand, positioning it on your exposed breast, like you were groping it. He takes his hand away, snapping a picture and sending it with another pleading message.

Toji whistles at the picture once Suguru gives him the phone back.

Your pussy is acting with need, you can see in Suguru’s face he’s not pleased, but something about the erection in his pants makes you think you can help out. You reach for his belt loops, pulling to you.

“Horny little thing, you’re finding this hot?” he says in a low voice unbuttoning his pants and lowering it along with his underwear.

You bite your lip checking out his cock, it’s not as thick as Toji’s, but it’s so pretty, he’s shaved too.

You wiggle out of your panties as he pump himself a few times, his anger serving as motivation.

Meanwhile Toji found himself a chair across the room, somewhere he could enjoy the show. He’s bare from the waist down, shirt unbuttoned but keeps it on as he continues texting your husband, he scrolls up every second to admire your lewd pictures feeling his cock getting hard again. He looks at you and Suguru. Your small frame trapped under his rival, as he starts to align himself with your entrance, placing your leg on his shoulder. Toji takes his own phone from his pocket and starts to film quietly.

You whine at the stretch, Toji zooms at your face, managing to get a glimpse of Suguru’s too before he kisses you and his hair falls hiding your face from the camera. Toji smiles, ending the video.

You never know when a sex tape will come in good use.

He runs his hand slowly on his cock, squeezing the base as he watches, you turn your face to him, gasping at the sight, your mouth is open as pretty moans come out.

Toji stands up and walks towards you, losing his shirt on the way and a proud erection on.

He taps something on the screen and drops the phone beside your head.

Toji is smooth, he sits beside you, index finger rising to his lips as he looks at Suguru, you have your eyes shut, lost in pleasure as the man between your legs rolls his hips.

“Hello?” you hear Mahito's voice beside you, your head snaps to find your phone on a voice call.

Toji doesn’t give a moment to question, instead he reaches a hand down between the two bodies in front of him and pinches your nipple, your high pitched moan filling the silent room.

Mahito says something you can’t understand, probably an insult.

“Say his name” Suguru whispers in your ear, opposite from the phone so Mahito doesn’t suspect there’s someone else with you, he’s now trusting slowly in order to not make any sound the man in the phone could hear.

Toji moves his hand down to your clit and you moan Mahito’s name.

“Please—” you add, not actually talking to Mahito, but begging Suguru to go faster, craving your nails on his shoulders.

“I’ll be there in 20, you better not fucking cum” this time you hear him.

Toji hangs up, high-fiving Suguru.

“Relax now, kid” he pats his back condescendingly.

“Yeah” in a quick move Suguru turns you around, grabbing your hips and making you raise your ass, “There you go” he gives your cheek an encouraging slap before entering again.

“Months of absolutly nothing and now she comes up with this bullshit…” Mahito mumbles to himself while speeding up on the highway, a painful boner in his pants making everything worse.

The feds told him to not leave the district, but he’s far from it now, returning to his own home to fuck some respect into his wife.

It would be quick, empty his heavy balls on her, get some more clothes and make up an excuse about an early meeting next in another city, come back to the safe house and act like nothing happened.

20 minutes later or so he finally arrives in front of his house, parking like an asshole but who cares? He had more urgent business.

Upon entering the house, faded whimpers and cries echoes in the dark hallways.

Mahito slams the door of his own bedroom open, blood boiling the second he realizes there was a man on the bed with you. You sat on his lap while his hands ran over your ass and thighs.

“You stupid fucking b—“ Mahito strides to bed, his voice alone makes you want to run away and hide.

But before he can get any closer, Toji welcomes him with a mighty punch.

The time that it took for Mahito to arrive was enough for Toji to get his duck wet for a second time, fucking you from behind while standing up by the bed, Suguru nowhere to be seen for a while, but the second Toji finished on your back the long haired assassin returned, pulling you to sit on his lap and whispering some instructions you couldn’t fully understand. Two of his fingers messed with your clit, putting you in a cloudy state of mind.

You could hear Toji in the bathroom, the large assassin gave his face a splash of water and put his pants back on, knowing Mahito would be arriving soon.

And so he did, the scream scared you off Suguru’s lap, like a wakening call your heart began to pound and you became conscious of your naked body, urgently trying to get the sheets to cover you. But Suguru holds you tight, arms shielding you from your nightmare man while very slowly pulling the sheets up.

“You’re going down the worst way possible you piece of shit” Toji mumbles while punching him enough to get him unconscious, “With a boner on and tongue off” he gets up spitting on the man.

“What are you gonna do to him?” you ask in a whisper after seconds of silence. Toji looks over his shoulder to you. The sexy woman he was with for the past hour reduced to a trembling traumatic mess, curled in the inked chest of his colleague.

It disgusted him. Not even 2 minutes this pathetic man entered the room and he managed to fucked you up psychologically that badly.

“It’s better if you don’t know, sweet thing” Toji finds his dress shirt and starts to put it on, “But let me get straight with you…” he takes his sweet time buttoning up, “Things will be different from now on, if you tell anyone about what happened tonight. I’ll—“

“Toji.” Suguru cuts him with a strict voice. Both men stare at each other for a while.

“Fine” Toji squats to pick up Mahito and throw him over his shoulder, by the weak whimper he was still alive, “She’s your problem then” Toji stops by the doorframe and looks over his shoulder one last time, taking in the protective embrace Suguru had on you. He smirks, the low light shadowing his eyes and lip scar, giving the man a predatory look.

Only then you managed to take a deep breath, something in your chest building up to your throat and causing you to cry, of relief or fear, you didn’t quite know.

Suguru held you to his chest, the other hand picking his phone to text Gojo behind your back.

< It’s done >

Note: guess who’s back… kinda. this has been sitting around for months cause i wasn’t feeling well enough to finish anything really, but i’m glad i did so please let me know what you think <3 if anything got confusing kindly let me know as well.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #geto x reader #getou suguru x y/n #toji smut #jjk x y/n #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji x self insert #geto x y/n #geto x toji

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madarasgirl · 2 years ago

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A Night for Hunting

On AO3

To me, Alucard is a yandere no matter how you cut it. He's sweeter after the relationship is more established. This short piece was inspired by EwNasty (BogDing)’s “Monster in the Basement” on AO3. The fanfic was such a hot masterpiece I couldn't help but fantasize more about Alu, even when I hadn’t started Hellsing yet and only read some headcanons. Just finished watching Hellsing Ultimate. Hopefully my characterization of Alucard, who is still new to me, is adequate.

You were only a regular woman trying to make ends meet. Never would you have dreamed you would catch a king's attention. Or unwillingly become part of his hunt.

(Alucard is an eldritch terror having a good time).

The story of a vampire's seduction of a woman, and a king turning from unwanted stalker to lover.

Tags/warnings: Alucard (Ultimate) x Fem!Reader, predator/prey, hunting, fear play, dacryphilia, slight mind reading and control, bondage (?), noncon but no smut. Alucard is an eldritch terror having a good time. He doesn’t really hurt her.

Words: 1891

It was happening again. How? Tonight you chose an alternate path, one with more life. But as you walked, the night streets that were lively not long ago seemed to quiet into nothingness. The remaining strangers who littered the area slowly scattered. It must be your imagination, but the shadows appeared to lengthen around you as well.

The screech of a colony of bats broke the peace, the sudden flurry of wings startling you as the small creatures fluttered across the starry sky from up high. Then all was quiet once more. You pulled your sweater closer to yourself and sped up, unnerved by the sudden eeriness of your path that was familiar and welcome by day. It wasn't the autumn chill that made your hairs stand on end. No, this cold was something else.

As you passed storefront after storefront, each of them now closed, you cursed your boss for coercing you into staying late for your shift again. Your eyes shot around anxiously, trying to find any other phenomena that were out of place. The chairs to several restaurant patios were neatly stacked on their tables. Several locked garbage containers were set out for collection tomorrow morning. Everything looked as it should. A gentle breeze rustled your sweater and carried the lingering smells of street foods. It prickled your skin and blew strands of your bangs across your eyes as you tucked them back. Maybe the strange atmosphere was only your mind playing tricks? You have been exhausted lately.

The streetlamps flickered. Branches snapped.

It was almost imperceptible and at first you didn’t see it, but as you walked briskly onwards, you noticed a light fog spreading lazily across the area. The hazy whiteness grew thicker and misted your vision, making distance hard to differentiate. Even the breeze stilled. The tranquil silence was deafening. You could feel the steady thuds of your blood rushing in your temples as your strides lengthened further to carry you home sooner.

Your unease carried your flight. You sped through the winding path home, making a left, then a right after the stop sign. J-walked to bypass the next set of traffic lights ahead. A laugh sounded from behind and you spun. A stalker? Leading a suspicious stranger home was too dangerous, but there were no public spaces available at this hour to take refuge. You wished you had your pepper spray! Your eyes focused on the fog. Visibility wasn’t nil. There was no one else but you.

Heart pounding in your chest, your quick walk became jogging. The laugh came again, but this time it echoed around you. Something grabbed your side and you screamed as you whirled with your hands slapping, only to be greeted by emptiness. Spooked, your instinct was to flee. You started running.

You weren't sure how far you got, but your breaths left you in heaving pants when you finally stopped. Uncertain of where you were because you missed your usual turns to get home, you glanced around for clues. Something large rubbed heavily against your backside, like it was nuzzling its entire body against you to mark you. But nothing was present this time either when you whizzed your head around. Then you saw it.

In the murky darkness, there was an off-tone blackness darker than its surroundings forming mere feet behind you. A huge inky shadow solidified and rose from the ground, stirring the white fog. You didn’t look closely enough to elucidate the details, but you'd seen enough. It looked like some sort of canine, a head rearing from a pool of shadow lined with red. Rows of teeth gleamed through a sinister smirk. You turned and bolted with a breathless shout.

Quiet, little one. A rich, amused voice whispered into your head.

A weight hit you and knocked you to the ground, ripping your delicate skin against the rugged pavement. Ignoring the pain, you yelped and scrambled to get up before dashing blindly away again. The laughter this time was more akin to a cackle, ravenous and touched by madness.

Yes, RUN! The gleeful voice sounded again.

The ground turned black. Eyes opened along your path, thousands of them, red irises tracking you as you ran desperately until your lungs burned. This, this was new. This never happened before!

“WHAT WAS THIS?!” You thought in panic.

Your wide eyes couldn’t avert themselves from the morbid sight as your legs carried you frantically, your lips fell open to scream, but you couldn’t. No voice came.

You were no longer aware of where you were as the surroundings blazed by in a blur. You could only run and run and run until your legs gave out and exhaustion took you, even if the shadows still followed. The eyes moved with you, mocking your futile attempts to escape.

Sprawled on the ground, your body was wracked with shaking as you heaved greedily to fill your aching chest with air. Your legs felt like lead. Warm blood trickled from your wounds which you weren’t cognizant of earlier.

The shadows surrounded you. It crawled up your body, those wretched unblinking eyes that spectated this chase finally catching up to you. The thousands of eyes curled up in mirth at your anguish. You stared back helplessly, beyond terror and screaming, and tried to scoot back, to push the shadows off, to do anything to get whatever it was away from you.

The darkness had mass. It settled on top of you, pushing your back to the cold ground, flowing over your form until you were completely immobile despite your hopeless struggles to free yourself. It rippled as if it enjoyed your fight.

“I am going to die,” you thought feebly. The weight of the shadows was overwhelming. You whined in pain piteously and immediately, the pressure diminished. The shadow shifted again, its shape transforming. Humans, such fragile and weak creatures. The voice tsk’ed?

Locking eyes with the now-humanoid figure above you, time froze. You found in the thing's eyes timelessness, an age-old elegance that only grew wiser with the passage of eras. This was an ancient and crafty creature, its eyes glowing with an unworldly orangey-red that was enchantingly beautiful, you recognized distantly. It was making sounds that could only be described as contented exhalations.

“It was you. All this time, it was you haunting me." You couldn’t look away from that face. It was much too gorgeous to be human, even if it took the skin of a man.

It purred. "Yes it was me."

Your eyes widened, not expecting such sounds to come from this creature that caged you against the ground. The sensual voice was liquid sin to your ears when you heard it out loud at last, and the deep purrs rumbled heavily against your chest.

“You can't be real. THIS can't be real." You whispered, closing your eyes, childishly willing everything away, to be nothing more than a horrifying dream that couldn't harm you. Have you lost your mind at last? Gone senile with paranoid hallucinations? Surely you've been stressed, but you didn't think you were so far gone for your mind to create this scene. Perhaps you needed to be on medications.

The creature chuckled again, a terrible noise that reveled in your misery. Unknown to you, it heard your thoughts. "You truly don’t think this is real?"

Cool fingers brushed up your thighs and stroked your core, making you recoil from the unwanted touch. Your breasts and buttocks were fondled through your clothes. What? You braved looking down and your heart stopped. The darkness that blanketed your body retreated, but your wrists and ankles were held down by hands. There were too many hands. Shadowy limbs covered in the same glowing crimson outline roved over your body, pinching and grabbing at whatever piece of you they could find.

A form covered in eyes rose from the muddled shadow over the ground. A hound, it was what chased you. It licked your face.

But he was still there, with all those horrific limbs that glowed with a dark light tethered to his body in impossible ways. The nightmare was reality.

"What are you?" The gritty pavement dug into your back. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes.

His bewitching gaze stared back, thoroughly enjoying your distress and powerlessness beneath him. “Your kind write many stories for me.”

"Incubus?" You sobbed, tears finally breaking free now that there was no longer anywhere to run.

He threw his head back and laughed in a psychotic manner. The mania was such a contradiction compared to his aristocratic appearance. Your eyes peeled back wide and you shuddered. "Do you still think you're dreaming, foolish child?" He hovered close to you, eyes shining with amusement while his mouth opened, revealing two rows of jagged teeth, but that wasn't what caught your attention. Your stare focused on two long, dagger-like fangs.

"NO. You can't be." You shook your head, body quaking as dread filled your very marrow. Tears slipped past your cheeks and the stench of your fear permeated the air. He nuzzled against your throat and scented you, delighting in your terror, a predator toying with his meal.

A wet muscle that was too long lapped at your tears as this creature sniffed at your throat and ran that abominable appendage up your neck. He was savoring each moment of your fear and getting off on it. You could feel a hard length digging into your abdomen as it rocked against you and the purring continued.

In a moment of sheer panic, your hands were free. You raked your nails against his face as your eyes met his, your fear made more potent as you realized you once again lost your voice. No screams fell from your lips, no matter how much you wanted to call for help. You yanked at his hair and pulled his ears, struggling desperately to get free. He smirked at you as your hands mauled him.

“Yes, that’s it. I like it when you fight,” he growled.

Your fingers came back from their assault bloodied, but you still couldn't break free. The creature didn't even notice the damage to his features. The sound of him breathing you in met your ears once more. “You smell divine.” When nothing happened beyond him trapping you and licking, you found your words again.

“Are you going to hurt me?" You whimpered, your expression clenched in fright.

Something changed in his demeanor, like he was displeased with the question. Your eyes opened hesitantly and you couldn’t help but gasp. He was completely uninjured, though the cocky smirk was less pronounced. After a pregnant pause, the arcane, toothy smile returned. His gaze slide back to yours with an unsettling glint in his eyes.

"One day, you will willingly give yourself to me." He announced with confidence and tucked away the extra extremities. His tongue licked down your legs to lave at the cuts to your knees as he purred loudly at you.

You knew a moment of vertigo when it felt like you were picked up and the scenery blurred. When you found your bearings again, you were dizzy outside your condo doors. You were left to yourself, nauseous, your pulse still racing. The vampire was gone. Your skin was unmarred, as if nothing had happened at all.

~To Be Continued~

#alucard hellsing #alucard #alucard x reader #alucard x you #hellsing alucard #hellsing fandom #alucard fanfiction #hellsing ultimate #i am dirty so what #male yandere #yandere alucard

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fandom-go-round · 1 year ago

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Hello. Do you have any headcanons of Pig, Huntress and Artist (dbd) dating S/O, who's good at reading facial expressions?

Thank you for your patience Anon! I hope that you enjoy these!

Warnings: Implied Canon Typical Violence, Implied Unhealthy Relationships, Stalking, Questionable Mental States (Non Sexual)

The Pig:

Amanda appreciates that you’re so good at reading people. Or in this case mask expressions. She doesn’t like to take her mask off, even outside trails. This means that if you want to get to know her, you need to get to know her through the mask. Her mask isn’t very expressive but there are clues you can look for to figure out how she’s feeling. A head tilt means she’s listening, her head going back means she’s annoyed. Amanda says a lot with very little once you learn how to read her.

Her eyes show a lot of emotion and you often stand so that you can see them clearer in the light. She thinks it’s odd you’ll stand just off to the left or directly in front of her but there’s a reason. Pig isn’t going to stop you from doing what you want, even if it’s going to get you hurt. She thinks it’s funny when you go to get a better angle and then trip on a tree root or step into a hole. Her laughter might sound mocking but it’s one of the only times you hear her laugh so you’ll take it.

She will get jealous if you spend time reading the other killers like you do her. She wants to be special to you and takes that very seriously. Even if you’re only doing it to stay alive, a part of her is going to be huffy. Make sure to spend extra time with her or ask her what she wants to do. Amanda will take things into her own hands and if you really want to see her face, this might be a good way to gently hint that she needs to express herself. The Pig might grumble but she does care about you and wants you to be happy.

The Huntress:

It’s not something that Anna notices at first, she’s too busy watching you. You’re so interested in the world around you that it can be hard to look away. She’s drawn to you like a moth to flame. It takes some time for her to notice that more often than not you’re staring back at her. She knows that it’s hard to tell what she looks like and where her attention is, her mask is designed that way on purpose. Even so, you always seem to know when she’s watching and it makes her feel good to have so much of your attention.

It can unnerving to be the center of your attention; you read her so well and it makes her feel vulnerable. Anna isn’t use to being the one exposed, the one hunted. There’s a part of her that likes it and another that hates it. When she first realizes that you can read her like a book she’s not pleased, not taking it out on you but stomping around trials. As she gets used to it and understands that it’s part of how you express your affection, it gets a lot easier for her to handle. On bad days it can still be too much and she’ll end to spend some time alone before spending time with you again.

Anna is fairly neutral if you’re good at reading other people. It makes her smile behind her mask when you route other killers or tease the other survivors. She doesn’t get jealous easily but when she does, it’s with other killers who have masks. She knows the kind of focus you have to have to read them that well and it can make her feel insecure. Give her extra affection after trails like this and all will be forgiven.

The Artist:

She thinks that it’s fitting you’re able to read her so well. Carmina isn’t very expressive anymore and does her best to come off as cold and elusive. She can’t deny that she’s been drawn to you but the better you get at reading her, the more she wants to follow you. It’s your eyes she later realizes, when the urge to stalk is gone and she’s thinking about the trial. She loves your eyes; even more so when they’re fixed on her. She becomes determined to keep your attention as much as possible.

It’s not hard for Carmina to keep you entranced; she has a presence that’s hard to ignore but when you’re in her sights? You’re only torn away when it’s forced. It doesn’t start as love, it’s defiantly fascination but it goes from like to love quickly. She loves that she hardly needs to say anything, one glance and you know what she’s feeling. It’s a power rush she hasn’t felt in a while and she embraces it completely.

Carmina begins to show off when she knows you’re looking, making things seem completely random but it’s all for you. It’s flattering to see new pieces of art that relate to you in some way. It’s not super obvious but it may be more use of your favorite color or a landscape you enjoy. She’s not easily jealous but she does get annoyed if people have no idea you’re together. When she wants everyone to know they will and then her affection can overflow like a river.

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elleloquently · 2 years ago

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i can’t explain how much i love your posts i-😭😭😭 they make me feel so safe and loved🥹

if u take requests, can i kindly request some headcanons with videogamer!ellie x reader!gf ?

thank u sm beauty!!💕💕💕💕💕

| a/n : i am so happy to hear that, that is so sweet!!! i'm so sorry this took so long, i'm rly behind on requests ): as a reader tho i adore this idea. modern au bc yay modern technology!

gamer!ellie with a reader!gf :

-having different interests definitely didn't keep either of you from spending time together. you would just do separate activities, together.

-if ellie was gaming you would always take the opportunity to read, and if you wanted to read then ellie would play something. you sorta correlated times that way someone wasn't feeling left out if you wanted to actively spend time together (ellie wouldn't want to see your pout when you saw her gaming while you were missing her lmao)

-if there was a game ellie was really into at the moment, she would def be guilty of surprising you with a book from your to read list so she could spend more time than usual playing ,,

-you are privy to her ways but you would certainly never complain about getting a new book !

-ellie always listens while you sit with your legs over her lap, ranting and raving about whichever book you're reading at the time.

-if you burn through books quickly she might get the side plots or characters mixed up, interrupting your rambles with a follow up question about a character that was definitely from like, three books ago.

"ellieeee," you would pretend to whine, though the look of interest crossed with confusion on her face made it difficult to stifle a giggle. "that was my last book, this one is different now."

"oh! right! but he did turn out to be bad, right?"

"yes. okay, anyway..."

-sometimes she gets distracted and loses or has to pause for awhile because she just likes . watching you. it's sweet, the way you look so peaceful with a book in your hands.

-ellie thinks it's funny when you mimic the facial expressions that you're reading about. rushes for her phone sometimes bc the faces you make while reading crack her tf up. you get so flustered when she shows you later but she absolutely adores the photos.

-especially if you're making an expression in regards to what is happening in the story. you're so quiet and ellie looks over to check on you, only to be met with your bewildered expression or a deep set frown. she'll pipe up and ask what's happening, grinning when you snap your book closed.

"oh my god," you start, leaning forward to clue her in.

-sometimes you find yourself rereading paragraphs over and over, finding it difficult to focus as your eyes wander to ellie instead.

-the look of concentration on her face... muttering and swearing under her breath... her hands.

!!!!!!!

-tugging ellie's hand in a book aisle at the store, pacing around the shelves with mumbles of "i promise i'm just looking, not buying any today"

-(ellie carries your books when you leave the store)

-displaying the same patience while she's browsing games, debating and comparing. you make sure to pay extra attention cause you love surprising her for special occasions.

-you try some of her games occasionally after much convincing on ellie's end. she's such a backseat gamer though and it ends with you either getting a lil grumpy or laughing too hard to take it seriously.

-she tries to find some low stakes, silly games so the two of you can play together. if there's a book you're really crazy about, you'll pass it on to ellie and she'll read it so you can have someone to discuss it with <3

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams headcanons #ellie tlou x reader #ellie tlou x female reader #ellie williams x reader headcanons

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spookyhollow1308art · 6 months ago

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Completely forgot to post this whoops

but new mumu design :3 yes she is very fluffy

A friend recommended I name this AU a Mythos in time since I have dragons, werewolves, and other fantasy creatures in my au. I think it fits, but if anyone wants to suggest another name let me know!

I'll drop mumu lore here

So. Kinda took inspo from the headcanon that mu is Vanessa and princes child because it seems very canon in the game, given the hints and clues. Since my au Nessa is a werewolf, had to change mu's design to match the headcanon. Her breed of werewolf is a more "modern" werewolf, basically werewolf mixed with a golden retriever, the more modern the breed is the more it becomes like huskies and Yorkies and other dog breeds. Mu and Vanessa are both mostly werewolf with a bit of the fancy "modern" breed, making them look a bit more like dogs and having brighter fur. The prince and queen planned for an heir to the throne to help ease the werewolf and human kingdoms tension, but it already fell apart before the baby could grow up. The prince tried to flee and hide the baby, asking a brother of Vanessa to help send her to a safer place. He did, but it ended up taking her ahead a couple thousand years since he messed up the portal spell. She landed in "Mafia town" (before it was mafia town) stuck in a little basket with her red blanket that was left with her. A villager took her in, the rest of the island refused and was weary but they gave one person a chance to raise her. (Werewolves are considered monsters in this au, along with any non-human creature to humans.) She was taken in by a caretaker, and they tried their best to raise a fluffy baby they knew nothing about except fables and stories of werewolves. Eventually the Mafia came and took over the island, getting rid of mu's caretaker when she was a toddler and almost getting killed. Luckily she escaped, but is very careful and weary in the island. She misses her home, and is often ashamed of being a werewolf and feels guilty about it. She doesn't know where she came from, no one else does so she's very lost. A lot of the events that happened in her life like almost getting killed, the Mafia are very aggressive with her, and the townspeople would bully her for having fur, as you can imagine has caused her some trauma. She tries her best to live on her own. Eventually hat kid comes by, the events of the original ahit game take place but I'm still working through it- hat kid decides to not leave and gains a lot of friends, having to fix whatever timeline mishap happened on that planet that she encountered. She feels bad for mu and tries to help her, offering a new home and safety. She obviously isn't used to it for a bit but gets used to it after a while, and this is where the current timeline is. It's been a couple years, hat is still working on trying to figure out what's going on but is kinda slow with it (oops) and mu is healing, along with gaining some friends.

Oh and the red cape she has is the red blanket she came in when she was a baby, and she refuses to let go of it or wash it even though it reeks.. although she's taken very good care of it, she refuses to wash it. Maybe it helps her cope, and has the scent of whoever left her behind

#art #digital art #a hat in time #ahit #a hat in time au #ahit au #ahit mustache girl #mustache girl #mu #Madison #werewolf #werewolf au #ref #reference #tw self harm #self harm #tw sh

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crisiscutie · 2 years ago

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Sephiroth using his tentacles to bind his darling and having them penetrate her nipples?

OG/Jenova!Sephy prompt time? Yes! HoS episode.

Content Warning: NSFW. Dubcon. Tentacles. Voice Kink. Milk Kink. Deepthroating. Cumflation. Nipple Penetration. Breast Play/Breast Expansion. Fisting. And some other kinks at play. This Sephy is his own warning, okay? Long headcanons below.

You sought him out, the leader Sephiroth. You've been feeling unwell.

You constantly felt as if you were being wrapped in a cocoon. You knew it was Jenova's energy surrounding you.

You felt so overwhelmed. All you want is to recall your memories and break the amnesia. Maybe she can have you then...

This Sephiroth always seems to do wonders when making you feel relaxed and better.

You used your free time to feel out for him, following the clues he may have left behind.

He wasn't in his quarters, so you followed the sound of murmured voices down to the basement.

There he was, rambling incoherently in front of his true, mangled body in the crystal.

You stifled your sobs upon seeing his true body. You were going to wait until he finished his rant, but this may be too much to bear...

Suddenly, his broad, muscular chest was in your view, his firm hand gripping your delicate wrist.

A warm, twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Heh... what do you have to be sad about?" He cooed, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand.

You nuzzled your cheek into his hand. Even if this Sephiroth is using a Jenova meat puppet, you still love his touch. You wonder how better his actual touch is.

As he tilted his head at you, his warm smile became a sly smirk, and his eyes narrowed.

"Hmph, still doing that. Just like back in the crater..."

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. You don't know what he meant by that.

What crater? As far as you could tell, there were no craters in the house or its surroundings.

His mako slit eyes then shone with a radiance that seemed to draw you in and wrap you in a spell.

Familiar pink-red tentacles had a distinct, sweet scent as they slithered around you, caressing your body before lifting you up into a supine position a few feet off the ground.

You moaned in relaxation as you felt a warm, veiny tentacle caress the small of your back.

Two skinny tentacles drifted upwards to gently stroke your breasts, eliciting a shiver of delight from you. They teased your nipples, trying to secrete your milk.

"Sephiroth, is now the time..."

You choked on your next words as you felt other tentacles prying your folds open, exposing your gushing, quivering wetness to Sephiroth.

A mini sucker tentacle singled out your clit, giving it a brief, teasing suck and then flicking it at Sephiroth.

The skinny tentacles on your tits became more aggressive.

They're squeezing your tits tightly as they coiled around them and tugged them.

"I don't have any... m-milk. The other Sephiroth drained me..." You murmured in pain, as the tentacles continued their ruthless assault.

"That's too bad." His stoic words hid his irritation and disappointment.

"You will have much more to spare after this, my love," his velvety, husky voice had a sudden, seductive edge to it.

His voice vibrated in your ears, causing a surge of heat that made your clit fully stand up.

The mini sucker tentacle that had been toying with your clit suddenly latched onto it with an intense force. You yelped in response.

You got slight relief when the tentacles abusing your poor tits halted their assault.

But that relief was quickly replaced with unease when you observed two larger tentacles lining up, hovering above you. They're wriggling with anticipation.

They're cock tentacles, accentuated with pleasure bumps. Clearly meant to penetrate your holes. What is he trying to do?

No, No, NO he can't possibly think...

Your unease became terror as the cock tentacles struck, just stopping when they managed to make your nipples bulge slightly.

The tentacles weren't in your tits, yet. Your eyes widened, seeing how your nipples became more distended as the cock tentacles slowly forced themselves in.

You pleaded with Sephiroth to end this, your words ridden with terror and desperation. Your nipples are NOT meant to be penetrated. This is too much, even for your durable body.

Your desperate pleas went unheard. He was in a trance, his gaze on you. He raised a hand to your cunt.

"Your eyes. Mother..."

With that, he plunged his hand into the depths of your moistness, synchronized with the tentacles that fully forced their way into your nipples.

Your tits became distended as the frenzied tentacles fucked them.

You drooled, gritting your teeth. You can't see it, but can feel the outline of the cock tentacles and their pleasure bumps within your tits.

The full length of the tentacles wasn't inside your tits. Not even at half length. Yet, your tits are already so full.

That's not even mentioning your stomach bulge. Courtesy of Sephiroth languidly fisting you, rambling about your eyes and Jenova.

The thickest cock tentacle yet moved closer to your wide-open mouth, its girth and weight pressing down on your lips.

It lacked any pleasure bumps, but it had a pronounced vein pattern and a flared tip.

It plunged itself into your mouth, making your head jerk back as it stretched every corner of your lips. And this is the cock head, not even the rest of the tentacle.

It eventually stuffed your tight throat, continuing its brutal thrusts. Your tongue could feel every vein of the threatening tentacle.

You don't know how you are enduring this. With your tits being brutalized, the bulge in your throat from the cock tentacle fucking it and Sephiroth's hand prodding your cervix, there has to be a limit, right?

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your climax approaches. Sephiroth's dark chuckles fill your ears when your walls tightened around his hand.

Your body would've gone limp if it hadn't for the lesser tentacles holding you up.

Your muffled scream was loud, even with the tentacle stuffed in your throat when you reached your climax.

Sephiroth withdrew his hand from your wet depths, briefly licking your juices off it.

The three cock tentacles came inside you, their corrupted fluid filling your tits and belly.

The tentacles in your breasts withdrew themselves gently, your nipples giving their exit no trouble.

Unlike the cock tentacle in your throat, who roughly jerked your head back and forth to get itself out. Your involuntary throat muscles were resilient in keeping it.

The tentacle's veins bulged as it used its mighty strength to finally withdraw itself from your throat and mouth, and your abused and exhausted body was shifted to sit in Sephiroth's lap.

He placed a soft, affectionate kiss on your neck while his gloved hand massaged your swollen belly, it making you appear as if you were heavily pregnant.

"I must make sure my darling is well-fed..."

His other hand slithered up to your breasts, now heavier and fuller than before.

"You should have a significant increase in your milk production now," He whispered.

He teased your nipples. They are not gaping as they quickly bounced back from the brutal penetration.

Sephiroth noted the growth of your areola, and how your nipples become larger.

The holes of your nipples are somewhat larger now too, inviting for a nice suckling or any type of penetration.

He forced two of his large fingers into a now fuckable nipple, smiling at how the hole quickly adjusted to his fingers.

You giggled, feeling rushes of delight and joy as he continued to tug at your remodeled pleasure centers.

You forgot who's supposed to be the next Sephiroth to have you. You hoped it wasn't the youngest one.

...Because C.C might be over-enjoyed at the darling's upgraded attributes. Thanks for the prompt!

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