#Filled Request

[chadleys]

aemond targaryen | relationship headcanons .ᐟ

SFW —

♱ when you first meet him, aemond is very closed off and not looking for a relationship. he's willing to do his duty and marry whatever highborn girl his mother chooses for him. but he doesn't see love as something that's in the cards for him. until you spend more time together and he gets to know you and your pure heart.

♱ it's clear aemond has some emotional baggage, stemming from his childhood when his family and others close to him would pick on him for being different. he's initially afraid you'll do the same, even now that he's all grown up. but he soon comes to find that you're incredibly sweet, probably the sweetest person he's ever met.

♱ aemond's main love language is quality time. he loves spending time with you, whether that be sitting together and reading at night or making sure you attend his training sessions so he can see you while he practices.

♱ this goes hand in hand with the previous point, but aemond is very protective of you — that's another major reason he loves having you around; seeing as you're so sweet, he likes to keep an eye on you. you are his princess, his most precious jewel, and he'll be damned if he lets anything bad happen to you or another man put his hands on you.

♱ your relationship with aemond is riddled with constant check-ins; he's always grabbing you close and making sure you're comfortable. at balls or galas or large family dinners, you can count on his large hand placing itself on your shoulder or thigh, his breath in your ear asking if you're alright, if you'd prefer to leave or at least head outside for some fresh air.

NSFW —

♱ this latest episode clearly established that aemond leans on the submissive side when it comes to sex.

♱ he is incredibly touch-starved, never having been one to frequent the city's pleasure houses like his brother. his favorite nights are when he lies in bed, exhausted from a tough training session, and you offer him a massage that very quickly turns into a teasing handjob.

♱ another of his favorite things to do with you — and for you — is to tug you to the edge of the bed while you're still clothed, shove the folds of your dress up, and devour your cunt. he loves for you to run your fingers through his hair while he eats you, scratch gently at his shoulders, tell him what a good little prince he is for pleasuring you so well.

♱ though at times he prefers when you sit before him, bare from the waist down, leg slung over the arm of a chair as you spread yourself open for him. you give him permission to look all he wants, but not to touch, as you rub teasingly at your own clit. his nose but a hair's breadth away from your weeping slit as he strokes himself and begs to taste you.

♱ as embarrassing as it is for him to admit, he adores when you fuck him amazon style. it always makes him feel so small and submissive to have his legs pulled back while you hammer yourself down against him. the ache in the backs of his thighs the following day in the training yard serves to remind him just who he belongs to.

♱ kisses are another thing he absolutely dies for. kiss him any and everywhere. on his face, his shoulders, his stomach, his legs. nothing makes him melt faster than your feather soft kisses coupled with your praise about how beautiful his body is.

[alphystims]

Hii 👀 (again djjddk), maybe some 🌈 for Anya from mouthwashing? (If it's alright!)

Anya (Mouthwashing) has PTSD!

(Flag from @ptsdcharacteroftheday )

(I'm afraid this is going to be my only Mouthwashing request. It was totally fine that you asked, if it wasn't I wouldn't have filled it! But having looked for official art for this, I've realised that I cannot handle the themes/gore within the game so this is my one and only Mouthwashing thing & I'm gonna be adding it to my 'Will Not Fill' list, I hope you enjoy it!!!)

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[stevesjockstrap]

23 for Steddie please ❤️❤️

🫣 You’ve either under or overestimated what giving me free reign would inspire so I hope this is decent 😘

Eddie walked quickly into the library, wincing as his boots made loud sounds on the tile floor and echoed around him. He looked around briefly but didn’t let himself get distracted.

He saw a bay of computers along a wall and headed there. But after a lot of clicking and key smashes, he couldn’t get it to work. With a (louder than necessary) growl, he stood.

A man in a sweater and glasses wearing a lanyard was heading for him with a barely concealed scowl on his face. He found he was equally irritated and turned on by this.

“Could I help you with something, sir?” The man asked when he stopped a few feet away. The man pointedly took in his appearance, his big boots, his ripped jeans, the faded and torn band shirt that clung to him under the jean vest that was littered with pins and patches.

“Hopefully. I just need to print something from my email. But I can’t get in to-“

“Do you have a library card?”

Eddie grinned at the man now. He really did appreciate the no bullshit approach, and it was a fault of his for always falling for, well, bitchiness.

“I’m afraid I don’t, sugar.” He turned on his charm as he stepped closer to the man, pointedly looking him up and down. “I’m only in town for a few days so I’m not sure if I could accomplish that? You see, my band’s touring-”

The man, Eddie looked down at the end of his lanyard to see if he could spot a name tag or identifying information but came up dry, interrupted again, “Okay. We can just do a guest pass. Do you have change for printing?”

That did stump Eddie for a moment. “I’m sure I could go wrestle some up from the tour bus. Do I need that right now?”

Eddie chuckled when the man sighed and nodded at him, like he was the most insufferable person he’d ever had to deal with. “I promise I’m not trying to be a problem, love. We just got signed by a new record company and I need to look over the contract. And being on the road…” he shrugged.

“No problem. I’ll get you logged into the computer while you grab some money. It’s five cents a page.” He slid past him to begin typing on the computer.

Eddie jogged through the middle of the library, getting a glare from an older librarian at the front. As he came back in she watched him like a hawk. He grinned and gave her a little wave.

Approaching the bay of computers again, the hot librarian was nowhere to be found. He tried not to let it get to him. He logged into his email and hit print.

Nothing happened. He stood up again and looked around for brown waves and glasses. He finally walked around the corner in the back where he’d not been yet.

“Woah,” he breathed. He let out a low whistle as he approached a table set up with every manner of Dungeons and Dragons books, dice and memorabilia. He picked up the closest die and rolled it. “Fuck yeah. Plus six luck. Gunna need that, Munson.”

A throat cleared behind him and he grinned as he turned around. “Hey there, just who I need. I brought you a whole dollar in quarters. You don’t want to know what it cost me on the bus,” he winked. Jeff had made him promise to clean the bathroom. He shuddered to himself.

On the way back to the computers he continued trying to make conversation. “I dig the D&D table. You have a lot of nerds through here?”

He turned from the computer to face him with an unreadable look. “Yeah, my kids really enjoy it. We do a weekly campaign for the teens and a couple of them have wanted to start a younger group.”

“Y-your kids?”

Hot librarian smirked at him. “The kids in my teen group.”

“Ah,” Eddie nodded stupidly.

He stood up and walked over to a printer that Eddie hadn’t seen.

“Here you go,” he said has he handed over the pages. Eddie dropped the change in his open hand. “You owe me fifteen cents,” he looked up over his glasses at him.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie said too loudly. Kids behind him snickered and he turned to send a sheepish look at their grown up. “Uhh I can go grab some more… Maybe Gareth or Drew are back and their prices won’t be as steep.”

“What do you have to do with the contract after you look it over?”

“Huh?” Eddie asked eloquently.

“I would assume you have to send it back to someone? Fax it?”

“Oh. Maybe?”

The librarian shook his head, maybe affectionately. Eddie tilted his head and slid closer, dropping his voice. “All your librarian skills are so hot, you know?”

He huffed a laugh and Eddie grinned. “Well when you come back to fax it I’ll have to charge you again, so you can bring it then.”

“Ahh, so you’re already planning our next date, sweetheart? You should probably tell me your name first.”

“I’m Steve.” He actually held his hand out and looked up at him so he could see the blush across his freckled cheeks. Eddie was so done for.

Eddie shook his hand and didn’t let it go. “Eddie. Very good to meet you.”

🖤

Is 90s rockstar!Eddie and librarian!Steve a thing yet?

(The next day he comes in and Steve helps him fax the signed contract back and it gets brought up that Steve looked up his band.

“You checking me out, baby?”

“It’s one of my hot librarian skills, you know, research?”)

[bisexualrobertlowe]

Hc + 😶 for the core four, Messiah, and Robert, including Emma? Alternatively, just the members of your choice if you can't think of one for all of them~

oh my gosh, thank you so much for this!! as usual i appreciate every one of these you send for me~ all these will be canon to our big au!

😶 : headcanon of a secret they keep or know of.

leif: that there's a secret gay club behind a bar he frequents. a really good gay club, too, much better than like every other one he's visited. he went in there for several no-strings-attached hookups in the 90s, and he and björn probably got really drunk in there together once. the longtime managers of the bar and secret club recognize him well by now. since getting together with his now-husbands, of course, leif doesn't chase hookups or anything in the secret gay club, though he does drop in here and there to see how it's going! and on nights he and his lovers want a change in scenery together~

mappe: that messiah owns the Worst set of pajamas. it's one of those really boyish ones, with a bright and awful color scheme and a decidedly cringey catchphrase. looks like it could've come straight from the set of ferris buehler's day off. mappe discovered this while over at messiah's place, helping him clean out and organize his room more, and asked about the bad pajamas the Moment he saw them to which messiah responded with this hyena-like laugh. he hadn't worn those around the band either. to this day, mappe keeps the secret (other than with leif and their partners), but brings up the pajamas when messiah gives him shit for something a bit too small.

jan: that mappe never loved either of his ex-wives. they've always been pretty close, though their bond grew a lot during the times mappe stayed with jan and his family (in the early-mid 2000s, i hc mappe stayed over multiple times). mappe would cry in jan's arms several nights in a row, lamenting over his leffe and how much he needed him back and he was only chasing after women to try and get over him... and jan completely listened each time - he's always shipped mappe and leif ;3 - and let mappe cling to him. some nights they'd have slow, comforting-in-the-moment sex, other nights they'd just lay together and put on records they both like. additional hc, jan used to be terrible at keeping secrets, but he's gotten a lot better at it over the years, especially when lars confided to him first about shock tilt (that's a whole other story), and as more secrets were passed around approaching cmass' disbandment he really had to train himself.

lars: the best routes to avoid traffic on the way to the studio. lars strikes me as the kind of guy to examine public transport routes closely, in case either he or a friend gets lost and has to get back to where they're going. he also likes to be in the know of the roads where he lives, just in case - and he's started getting to know routes between studios and his bandmates' places, too. this means that lars has been made the group's getaway navigator, as it were, when fans are following them and they have to get out quickly xD especially on days when they record together! (idk if this ever happened irl but it's cute so we put it into the big au on a regular.)

messiah: ... everything about his husband 😭 as you and i know, aleks, messiah's eventual husband in the big au is quite the secretive man; he hides behind this larger-than-life persona and the general public only knows either his name or the persona, never both. messiah's known his husband's real name since they first met, it was quite the unceremonious run-in at a bar, they gave each other their names and numbers quick and probably spent that first night together too. something messiah loves about his husband is that he trusts him with like everything, so of course messiah is one of the very few to know the name and the man behind the persona - the man who's a hopeless romantic for him, all for him~ and messiah is beyond honored, so you bet he's not revealing shit to anyone else!!

robert: a rice krispie treat recipe. one of his daughters was having a friend over, who would bring over rice krispie treats that she and her mom would make together. these were the absolute best, the kids could never get enough of them, so robert may or may not have coaxed the recipe details out of this friend :3 he's since tried making the rice krispie treats that way with his daughters, and with emma when she comes over to bond with them, but it took at least ten tries to perfect! it's the like perfecting caramel sauce, emma tells them, it takes trial and error.

emma: that her favorite cousin, avalon, both writes wrestling storylines and bashes wrestlers on her blog. avalon is the ultimate double agent, basically; she's a bitch for the hell and fun of being a bitch, and although she keeps her identity secret on her blog, it is where you see her true self and she is LETHAL on there. probably she's posted some leaks on there. though yet another different side of avalon shows around those she truly cares for, that including emma. the side of avalon that's listened to emma's every lament over the years is perhaps more secret than who's running that blog, and yet she never hides how happy she is to see emma and her sad, gloomy face /aff~

[sturniolo-rat]

can u do one w nick x masc reader

Reader comes home plastered drunk and keeps touching nick and nick doesn’t want to have sec because he’s drunk, and when reader touches near nicks crotch one last time nick gets furious and fucks him to take his anger out

I certainly can do that! Just be on the lookout for it. I'll post it by next Friday.

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Update: Touch Me Again is up and on the Masterlist

[therealvikingstrash]

Pekitaulet instructing Nikani to help with a fussy Baby Ragnar

Ubbe and Torvi's reluctance to hand over their son as requested by @daybreak96

[bunny-lou]

Hey! I have another prompt because I love you're writing so so much. Carlos is an omega but Omegas are almost always female. So thats how people treat him and it causes him dysphoria and he really is a guy god damn it. So Jay (alpha or beta) helps him reaffirm that he is male no matter his status. I hope this prompt is ok! Thanks for your time and the awesome works you make!

This has been sitting in my ask box for three years, I hope it's worth the wait @darkprinceofdarkness! One of my recent favorite things about ABO fics are exploring the gender dynamics with alphas/omega and what it means to be a dominant/aggressive girl or a submissive/dainty guy. I think there's a lot to explore about the intersectionality of what it means to be a boy/girl with what it means to be an alpha/omega, so enjoy!

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Pretty.

Delicate.

Petite.

Carlos doesn't consider himself to be any of those things. Not just because he's from the Isle either. (Though Evie is somehow all of those things despite the Isle shaping her into one of the most vicious girls Carlos has ever met.)

But he's a boy. Carlos doesn't want to be those things, he isn't those things. But that's what omegas are supposed to be.

That's what they are in the magazines and in the movies and in the textbooks. They're portrayed like girls.

And it shouldn't bother Carlos, he knows Auradon is weird about gender norms, it's a conversation he's had many times with Lonnie and even a few times with Chad. It's so heavily enforced by the older heroes, those who are so afraid of change, but there is a new generation in Auradon Prep who know that boys can be feminine and girls can be masculine and those who aren't quite boy or girl can be anything in between.

It's one of the few things Carlos feels superior to Auradon for - his open mindedness.

It shouldn't upset him that Auradon wants him to be...girly. But the few strides Auradon has made with breaking down gender stereotypes haven't even touched the stereotypes with someone's role, their secondary gender. Even Chad, an omega boy with lip gloss and manicured nails, still quirks a brow at Carlos' callouses and grease stained shirts.

Carlos fits sometimes - his love for fashion, his adoration for small dogs, his dark eyes that seem just too wide when compared to other omegas - but he doesn't fit at the same time. He's got more muscles than any omega he knows, he flinches when people try to do his hair, his skin is marked with scars and imperfections, a history of a hard life that most omegas don't have.

"C? You good?" Jay calls from his bed. "You've been in your own head for a while now."

Carlos looks past his own reflection - he's been standing at the vanity for far too long - to meet Jay's eyes in the mirror. "I think so?"

Jay tilts his head, but doesn't move. He waits for Carlos to continue, gives him time and space to form his own thoughts.

"I don't understand why Auradon wants me to be..." It shouldn't upset him that Auradon is okay for a boy to be like a girl, but it pisses him off that Auradon expects an omega to be like a girl. And it shouldn't piss him off either because Carlos has never cared what Auradon thought of him, never cared what anyone thought of him, not anyone who wasn't Jay or Evie or Mal.

But Jay understands the words Carlos can't say. "Ah, like how Fairy Godmother keeps trying to tell me that long hair isn't appropriate for a boy?" He smirks because of course Jay isn't bothered by disapproval from authority, he thrives on it.

"It's not being a boy, it's..."

"Being an omega?"

Carlos finally pulls away from the vanity and collapses into bed next to Jay. "Their open-mindedness is really just another form of closed-mindedness. How can I argue that an omegas shouldn't be feminized without saying boys shouldn't be allowed to be feminine?"

Jay nuzzles his shoulder. "That's a big question that I don't have an answer to, C."

"It's not your job to have a solution," Carlos sighs and nuzzles right back into Jay's chest. "I just want to be me, you know?" He wants to be Carlos, who likes fashion because he just does, who likes mechanical engineering because he just does, who likes dance because he just does.

"So then be you."

Which is such simple advice and if Carlos could do that, he would already be doing that!

Jay seems to since his irritation with that answer because he huffs. "Fuck them. People give me shit for being an alpha and a boy with long hair and earrings and fucked up nail polish." Jay flexes his fingers in front of them chipped red polish that Evie did just yesterday. "There are so many things Auradon hates about us, we really can't fix all of them."

It's so much easier said than done though, especially with so much of Auradon expecting him to be the random things they say an omega should be.

His silence prompts Jay to continue. "You know I talk about you at R.O.A.R. practice sometimes, to younger Freshmen omegas, guys and girls who are worried people will give them shit for playing such a rough sport."

Carlos blinks at him. He doesn't understand how he would ever come up at R.O.A.R. practice since he quit last year.

"I tell them that you're an omega and you played for a year and that you did tourney for a year."

"Only because you were there."

"Dude, you helped score so many goals in tourney though. You were faster than half the players, you set up so many shots." Jay flicks his ear. "I tell them about how much ass you kicked, then Lonnie tells them you stayed as long as you did just to give a metaphorical middle finger to anyone who said you shouldn't. It makes them feel better, C. Like they're not weirdos for wanting to play sports."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No way, I never lie about R.O.A.R." Jay says soberly. "Or to you. I never lie to you."

Carlos punches his chest and Jay punches right back, not treating him like he's some delicate creature who needs to be handled with care.

"I know it's not a solution, but this fuck all attitude you have, that we all have, I think it's helping some of the kids here. Think of all those baby faced omegas who will look at you and want to be like you."

Carlos flushes. No one has ever wanted to be like him.

"Just be you, dude. Everyone will think you're just as cool as I do."

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Ahhh, I'm so rusty!! I have to work on re-learning their voices. I think the discussion of gender norms is too complicated to be explored in a one-shot, especially when used in an ABO setting, but I hope I did it some justice.

[nowanderers]

i dunno if you do headcanons, but how do you think the lnds men would be with an unattractive mc?

never done a head cannon before. and this prompt is hard because i think they’d all be the exact the same. that even if the mc was “conventionally unattractive” that they would treat them with respect. none of them seem shallow… they’d take the time to get to know mc still and be open to falling for them.

~

anon, i hope you know that you’re most definitely so beautiful to so many people ♡

[yourfaveisomegaverse]

Diemen Xicali, the one-note character from Hiveswap Friendsim whose only personality is that he likes hot dogs, is an omega

DIEMEN XICALI, THE ONE-NOTE CHARACTER FROM HIVESWAP FUCKING FRIENDSIM WHOSE ONLY PERSONALITY IS THAT HE LIKES HOT DOGS, IS A FUCKING OMEGA

- YOUR FRIEND MOD FUCKING KARKAT ♋️

[phantom-thieves-official]

semester 3 akechi icons and headers in vintage sunkiss?

Palette

Credit me if using, thank you!

[pokeshopping]

Accessories for a Fairy Type Gym Leader!

toadstool hat | spinning ring | butterfly necklace/earrings fairy wing earrings | fairy wing glasses | fairy wings rose quartz bracelets | "cotton candy" earrings | "candy" necklace

[alphystims]

🌈 pls to request Kat and Raven from Gravity Rush

Okay normally games are limited to one character BUT because you are my brother, and because you've already submitted twice, I'll let you off... This time.

Kat (Gravity Rush) is Sapphic!

Raven (Gravity Rush) is a Lesbian!

Terms for both icons - Free to Use with Credit!

[stevesjockstrap]

#12 for steddie!

things you said when you thought I was asleep… (thank you! 🥰)

It had been a long, loud day with everyone over Steve’s house, celebrating the beginning of summer with a cookout and swimming. Every inch of Eddie felt sore, his skin tight from the sun and the pool. His cheeks hurt from smiling. But he decided he liked all of that.

Steve came out of his bathroom with just a towel around his waist and he tried to catch the gasp that almost punched out of him. “Your turn,” Steve said easy as anything as he crossed the room to his dresser.

Eddie tried not to think about him in the shower. He kept flicking away from the thought of Steve being in this same spot minutes before, naked and wet. Get a grip, Munson. This thing between them had been building quickly since Spring Break, but neither of them had given it a name or talked about it.

They were all so touched starved that it took Eddie some time to figure out the casual touches and cuddles that he received from Steve weren’t normal friendly touches. The way he’d drag his hand across his lower back when he passed, or drop into his lap on the couch during a movie. Eddie had been sleeping here for weeks, in his bed. It started as a way to keep the nightmares away but now…

Eddie showered quickly, forcing himself to focus on the tasks and not the boy outside the door.

He sighed happily from his now accustomed place, wrapped around Steve. In his bed. Steve’s deep breaths puffed against his chest and he couldn’t hold back the small smile on his face. Watching him be host and tie breaker and big brother and momma duck to the kids today had warmed what he thought was a cold dead heart.

Eddie reached a hand out to push hair from Steve’s forehead. Without all the product it was soft and fluffy.

“Please let me keep you,” he whispered, unable to hold it back. Hoping if he voiced it into this quiet perfect moment, it could come true.

“Of course you can,” came the low reply. Eddie froze. Steve didn’t open his eyes but smiled and shifted impossibly closer to him. “If I can keep you, too.”

🖤

Shout out to @nburkhardt ❣️

Make me write?

[bisexualrobertlowe]

"Off me. I'm leaving, right now." With any characters of your choice 👀 also there's no rush to answer this /gen!!

oooooh thank you!! the Moment i saw this prompt i knew what i was gon do with it >:3 also, assume this takes place in an au other than our main canon divergence one.

~ 💢📿🍂📿💢 ~

it's tense from the start. neither of them know quite what they're going to achieve with this, wrestling with each other through every angry kiss. if it could even be called that; it's more like their mouths crashing against each other, still locked in a stalemate.

leif tenses each time, with each touch. he can't show robert how affected he is by this. it's so much different with mappe, the other swede is so much gentler.

robert growls and sits up, as best he can, from the sheets where leif's holding him in place. trying to hold him in place, anyway. he's not anybody's subby bitch and he's not going to let leif win.

"you know you want this," leif growls back. "behave, now, is it so hard? then you'll get what you obviously need."

the swede then reaches to pin the texan down by his wrists, only to be forced on the mattress, on his back and cut from air for a split second.

robert's climbing on top of him and he's smug, too smug. "who's got to behave now?" he sneers, his evil laugh nowhere close to suggestive as much as condescending. "you know you ain't getting your way that easily. now, will you shut up for even a minute? be good like you always want?"

that stabs something within leif. his heart pangs with - with what, he doesn't know, the rage is too blinding to put a name on anything. he snarls in frustration and every last bit of arousal is gone.

he wants this man out.

"stop," leif snarls. "you've lost all your chances, i'm not wasting another fucking minute with you."

robert jumps back a bit, startled by this drastic of a change. he doesn't know if this means he's won, but he finds he wouldn't be satisfied with even that. the texan furrows a brow, "hold on, do you really-"

"did i stutter?" leif doesn't withdraw a bit of venom from his tone. "off me. i'm leaving, right now."

there's no fun to be had in this fight. leif glares daggers into robert's eyes, and robert seems to have the same thought, as he pulls back from leif and quite easily steps back from the bed.

"sheesh, that's one way to end it," robert tries to joke.

leif is having none of it, still. he huffs and rolls over to lay on one side, refusing to meet the other's eyes anymore. robert shuffles on his feet a bit, discomfort rising for him all too quickly as he hurries out of the room.

the swede only observes the pattern of his footsteps. he's never heard robert leave a room like that.

good riddance, leif supposes.

but it's cold. too cold. the anger's still bubbling and he needs someone, anyone, to soothe him again.

leif sighs. he thinks of mappe. sweet, beautiful, gorgeous mappe, a longing and inviting presence at once in his eyes. always there for him at a moment's notice - even when leif hasn't met him with the same courtesy.

anger begins folding over into regret. something wistful. leif rolls out of bed and straightens his jacket, he's got to find his solsken.

[horror-4-horror]

Grungy Sorta Style Leon Kennedy Fashion Shopping Bag~

distressed shirt (3 colors) | skeleton hoodie | "alive out of spite" shirt skull cut shirt (4 colors) | bomber jacket | skirt with pockets (2 colors) distressed gloves | "if zombies chase us..." shirt (many colors) | distressed jeans

[therealvikingstrash]

Rollo, Bjorn and Hvitserk entering the guarded room in Algeciras - requested by anon