#YESSSSSS THE CONTENT WE NEED

[r0-boat]

Yessssss I lOvE your headcanons about the 2 unreleased kings 😋 must be because I love dark headcanons.... (and that in Abbadon is something couldn't miss out 😈)

But can you do some moreeee? 🥺 Like about the headcanons about interactions between kings perhaps (seven kings---!!!!) Or maybe between kings and MC pls 😚 I kinda crave for some dark contents right now (cus when I first play WHB, I already expect this 👀)

Only if you're fine with this request, and jusst ignore it if you don't okie 😘

Oh my God interactions with the Kings hshshs

I mostly just have really stupid headcanons about those guys interacting but I got some dark ones

Dark!whb King headcanons

speculation for asmodeus and belphegor(I'm writing these two before they come out)

Cw: yandere, murder, drugging/drugs, death, cannibalism, sexual slavery mentions of being sold off, most of this shit is just talking about a black market shcsdgj. This shit is dark dead dove do not eat

Disclaimer: I do not condone anything I write This is purely for fantasy written by adults for adults only!

Belphegor and asmodeus has been fully released here's the update

Links to little asks about people's questions

Question one about Satan's desires

Question two on Mammon

Satan

I don't think we talk about Satan's depression as much as we should have. What I feel like you would think himself as a wrathful monster unable to control his wrath, sometimes he would have depressive episodes where his personality is a completely 180. He's just as angry at himself as he is at everyone else.

The first time you've witnessed this depressive episode is when he accidentally struck you and made you bleed. His whole body starts shaking as he began to break down He tore apart his room and started crying and took weeks for him to calm down.

The reason why his subordinates are okay with him taking out his anger and physically hurting them is because if he doesn't have an outlet he'll take out it on himself.

Satan is dependent on you for his emotional needs. He loves you, and he needs you; please do not leave him.

Satan is definitely holding back a lot of his dark thoughts because he doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold back these darker desires. Normally he tells you everything, but he doesn't want to scare you. He wants you to like him.

Leviathan

Leviathan is a budding yandere, He already stalks you. Trying to keep his obsessive thoughts underneath a layer of hatred. That hatred mixing into more obsession. Of course he wants you to love him, but he also wants to be hated by you just as much as he is loved because it gets him on your mind. And that's really all he wants. It doesn't matter if he makes you hate him. As long as you're thinking about him he is okay with that.

Because of his abuse as a child from angels I would not doubt he wouldn't know how to normally show affection.

He has killed another devil for you. And he will gladly do it again. He sends the heads of lower rank devils that you dare show a smile too under the name "You're admirer" isn't he so romantic.

Leviathan only tolerates the kings being around you because chilling one of them or they're subordinates would start a war. So to have you he must use sneakier tactics.

Beelzebub

He has a fantasy where he roofies you at a bar and takes you home with him. Whenever you go to the bathroom thinking that Your drink is safe with him, He stares blankly into the glass, thoughts swirling with mental images of your nice loopy giggly self being laid on his bed.

Angels taste like chicken, humans taste like beef, demons taste like pork. Humans so far is his favorite. Humanoid meat especially humans are delicacy and highly illegal in the Tartaros black market. A delicacy He has been recently craving.

If he ever dies he wants his last meal to be you after he fucks you of course.

Levi gives the bodies of the devils he has killed too Beel to eat.

Beel definitely does drugs He's mostly immune now... He hates that Adderall doesn't affect him the same as the others.

Mammon

Tartaros is home to the rich and the very powerful. They hold grandiose special parties where the wealthy gather. Of course Mammon attends these parties. These demons see you as a pretty little exotic pet unknowing that Mammon is the pet and you are the master. And these same demons frequently talk about how they would buy you at any price, talking about your body as if you are a piece of meat and a prize to be bought and sold. Sadly you are not for sale.

As the demon of greed flaunting is his specialty And he has definitely thought about telling you up and all his gold and jewels to bring you to one of these parties to show you off. As a message saying 'This is something you cannot have.

Mammon knows of the Tartaros Black market and he turns a blind eye, but he will gladly do something if you tell him to. Or if belphie gets off his ass and strong arms him.

Giving him a little more because getting asked for it: Mammon doesn't do shit about the black market because He owns part of it and he practically created it. This man runs his kingdom like a mafia and he is a mob boss. Shady dealings to other kingdoms smuggling goods anything for More money and greater goods.

Lucifer

Has purchased a human corpse from the same black market for scientific purposes he swears up and down.

He slowly corrupting himself He beats himself up over it but at the same time he kind of likes it.

"hey can I cut you open and look at your organs? No? Oh okay..."

Lucifer because of his past as an angel suddenly gets urges to kill you. They have gone down over time since his transformation as a devil but he really shouldn't be getting this hard over thoughts of putting his hands around your neck.

Makes aphrodisiacs as a paid commission for asmodeus. And asks you to test the drugs.

If you ever die he wants to keep your beautiful eyes.

Your blood is a beautiful drug like sweet wine. He's obsessed with the taste

Belphegor

Belphegor and his superpower of a kingdom are the only reason why the Kings actually give a damn about their laws. Nifleheim is a strong powerhouse and a great enemy to those who don't want to make one of them.

However, Belphegor isn't all justice and the law and order in fact far from that. He is the law whatever he wants he can bypass it and everyone will turn a blind eye. If you were ever sold by Mammon to the highest bidder Belphegor would be your buyer.

Grand spectacles of public executions are very popular thing in Nifleheim(Belphie Danganronpa fan)

The real horror is that belphie invest in cryptocurrency and has an NFT/j

Belphie is also completely dependent on you and he will make you stay any way necessary.

Belphie only hasn't cracked down on the others harder as he should is because he doesn't give a fuck what happens in other kingdoms if it is in his own.

Belphie thinks Asmodeus is a disgusting freak. Leviathan is an amateur to him. Satan and belphie would get along pretty well I think they would be FPS partners.

Asmodeus

All of hell's most heinous devils come here because the laws are so lax. You're wondering why this kingdom hasn't fall to complete anarchy... Apparently getting you addicted on sex and then withholding it as a punishment is surprisingly very effective.

Asmodeus would love to have you but hasn't invite you yet because... Well if your kingdom is filled with half trained rabid dogs and you throw a nice fine steak inside.... Yeahhh.

Asmodeus is actually a pretty nice dude, He's very calm, polite and chivalrous. Which makes you wonder how much of that is a mask. Something you'll never know.

Asmodeus has a harem I think that goes without saying. And he talks greatly about adding you to that harem and how you would be his favorite~

It's no secret that I think humans are a very sexualized being in hell. Asmodeus is one of the demons with a huge human kink. Humans in his eyes are still primal animals which is part of their biggest appeal to him.

Asmodeus thinks belphie has a stick up his ass and he needs to loosen the fuck up

[according2thelore]

YESSSSSS ADAM CONTENT!!!!! ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

QUEENS YOU ARE FEEDING USSSSSS!!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

Me bringing ABO into the mix:

- Little pup Adam going extremely clingy/has separation anxiety towards Omega Dean because of the sudden environment/ lifestyle change with John (who is barely there as a Father/Alpha), so little Adam imprint on Dean as his new "Mommy" even though he knows his actual Mom is in Heaven.😭😭😭

- Newly presented Alpha Pre-teen Sam being SO annoyed at this walking, breathing remainder of John's hypocrisy always toddling towards Sam and trying to get his attention (when Dean isn't there) because Sam is the closest thing to a stable/constant pack Alpha and Adam just wants to be accepted by himmmmmmmmm. 😭😭😭😭😭

- Adam constantly trying to snuggle up in Dean's nest (on the rare occasions that Dean takes a break from taking suppressions) because it reminds him of his Mom and even though Deans scent is no where close, it makes him feel save 😭😭😭😭😭

- Dean feeling both pride and resentment when John praises Dean for taking care of Adam like a "good Omega" and "Mary would have been so proud"

- Sam and Dean having fights about "baby sitting" Adam because "What do you mean you can't study here?! Sam, I already told you I had a date tonight!" And Sam throwing back "I'd never agreed to that Dean! I have my own plans, and you can't just expect me to bail on my study group just to babysit Adam!" And the argument escalates until they hear quite sniffles and see Adam all red eyed and puffy cheecks.

- Bobby giving John an earful about bringing another pup on this insane revenue fueled journey, like what are two underage teenage boys going to do with a kid if John punches the ticket in a hunt?

- "Urgh, Adam I'm trying to read, can't you play outside or something?" Sam mumbles, eyes not lifting from the book his supposed to read during the summer. Dean pokes his Dean from Bobby's kitchen (John is away on a hunt with Bobby). "Sam, knock it off. It’s too hot for this, I’m almost done making lunch, and we just saw Adam touching a car door that probably predates penicillin this morning. Do I really need to remind you why Bobby keeps a stash of tetanus shots in the fridge ?".

They hear giggling from the sofa with a makeshift blanket ford, Adam says, "Yeah Sammy, it's too hot outside! And Sully wants to build Legos later!", Dean snorts and glances at Sam before disappearing into the kitchen and Sam asks "Who's Sully?"

Sorry for going off on a rant here, I just really love that Adam post!!!!!

hi, anon!!!!

EEEEEE thank you so much!!!!! i LOVE the adam-grows-up-with-them AU, and i LOVE talking about it!!!!!!

gasp PLEASE bring the omegaverse into it, lol, i clearly have a LOT to say about it!!!!!!!

let's fucking DISCUSS RAHHHHHHH!!!!

FUCK i love baby adam imprinting on omega!dean like a little duckling. the world is so much bigger than adam could even process, and a big, gruff alpha that smells like abandoned birthday parties and like the mean men standing outside at the gas station takes him away from his toys and friends and house.

there are two boys that feels like grown-ups to a six-year-old adam, one seventeen and the other thirteen, both smelling like each other and not like the angry man a whole lot. the thirteen-year-old doesn't talk to adam much, seems to be mad at him, but adam doesn't know why.

the older boy, dean, kneels on the ground and gives adam a tin of green plastic soldiers, makes little machine gun noises with his mouth that make adam giggle.

he smells like playgrounds and sunshine, and adam finds that he wants to be around this omega...a lot. he wakes up crying his first night, seeing blood all over the floor and his hands and crying for a mommy that won't ever come to get him. dean gets up from his shared bed with sammy and crawls into adam's bed, pulling the little pup to his chest and cooing softly at him.

he talks with adam quietly, nuzzling in his hair gently, and stays with him all night. the second night, adam tugs gently on dean's shirt hem and asks him if he could sleep in his bed again.

they quickly become a bit inseparable, much to sam's chagrin. when dean goes to school in the next town, adam has a meltdown that lasts hours, until john goes to pull dean out of fourth-period math. adam keeps apologizing, shaking so hard that his teeth chatter. dean just soothes a hand over his hair, letting the pup scent him, looking up at his dad with big, confused eyes.

dean smells safe. nothing else in the entire world feels safe. adam's bed doesn't smell like home, anymore, it smells like cigarettes and bleach. but dean, dean smells like home.

adam draws pictures for dean with crayons dean swipes for him, and dean has a folded envelope in his duffle with all of adam's drawings. adam remembers his mommy being really excited and happy when he gave her his drawings, and he wants dean to be happy with him, so, so bad. dean always oohs and ahhs over adam's firetrucks and drawings of their sad, little pack.

one night, after dean helps him take his bath, he says, thank you mama, and then gasps, horrified, and cries all night. he knows dean's not his mommy. he doesn't want dean to be his mommy, he knows his mommy is in heaven, but...dean's warm. and nice. and listens to adam talk about bugs for hours. dean just soothes the pup, chest so tight that it aches, and tells him that it's alright.

~~~

sam presents as an alpha, and is a bit furious that this only makes adam more annoying. he was already pretty furious that this walking-talking proof of their dad's bastard-hood lives with them full-time.

for one, he takes up all of dean's time. he toddles after dean like dean hung the sun, and dean--fuck him--tolerates it. whenever sam wants to do something, dean tells him that dad won't be there to watch adam, so they can't leave. the kid's six, okay? he can fucking deal. sam was left alone when he was six. dean was left alone with sam when he was six, and he turned out okay.

for another thing, he won't leave sam alone. even before sam presented, adam would slide little pictures across the motel dining room table at him, of buildings and animals and clouds. dean snarls at sam to say 'thank you,' but sam's not going to fucking do that.

but now that sam's actually presented, and dean leaves to help on a hunt or bend some college girl over, adam is attached to his side like a limpet. he asks sam a million questions, maneuvers himself onto sam's lap when they sit on the couch, hauls himself into the dining room chair across from sam and solemnly doodles while sam does his homework. they both work in silence, and even that irks sam, as he watches as adam has to use both hands to pick up his glass of hard-earned milk.

it all changes, though, one night. dean's out hustling, after john left them for a couple weeks with not enough money to stretch between. sam's doing his homework at the table, and adam pulls gently on sam's shirt sleeve. sam's about to tell him to go away, when adam changes his entire fucking world in a second.

"alpha," adam asks, and sam's breath gets punched out of him. adam looks up at him with big, blue eyes. sam coughs. adam's asking him. alpha.

adam doesn't say another word, waits to be addressed like they're an actual fucking pack and not four broken boys stapled together in something that looks vaguely human.

"yeah?" sam croaks. alpha. dad's never been a pack alpha. he'd have to be around to do that. sam realizes, with a lurch, that this kid sees dean as the pack omega. which makes sam...the pack alpha. sam's probably the closest thing to a pack alpha that this twerp has ever had--an omega mom, a deadbeat alpha dad, an omega older brother.

"can i have a popsicle?"

adam still just blinks up at him. waiting.

with their last few dollars, dean had brought home a pack of popsicles that were sloshy liquid in their plastic little tubes, wrapped in orange netting. it was getting hotter every day, and dean had shrugged when sam criticized his choice in nutrition.

"did you eat all your dinner?" sam asks, mouth dry. he's still absolutely baffled, but with an acuity that is almost blinding, he resolves to be a better example of an alpha than his dad ever was.

adam nods, seriously, little feet padding around the table so he can tilt his empty mac-and-cheese bowl forward for sam's inspection. orange smears are the only things left.

"then yes." sam says, standing and crossing over to the freezer. at the last second, he looks down and asks adam, who is standing at his hip with big, excited eyes, "what colour?"

"green," adam blurts, quick. he squirms. sam, in spite of himself, snorts. he roots around for a green one, and cuts the top off with a bowie knife left on the nightstand.

"thank you, alpha," adam says, little mouth wrapping around the plastic sleeve of the popsicle. he slides a piece of purple construction paper across the kitchen table when they've both sat back down, shyly.

sam takes it. turns it around. it's a stick figure standing tall, at least two sizes bigger than the other stick figure at his feet. there's a big black blob in the corner of the drawing, the big figure between it and the smaller stick figure.

"it's you," adam says, "keeping the bad guys away."

sam thanks him. he excuses himself to the bathroom, and he sits on the cool tile for a long time, too confused and overwhelmed to even cry.

the next week, when adam asks sam with a small voice if he did an okay job shucking corn for their dinner, sam ruffles his hair for the first time, and adam is still smiling when he goes to bed hours later.

~~~

dean hates going into heat. if it were up to him, he'd be on supps until he died.

dad hits the fucking bricks as soon as dean starts his heat, and has starting pulling sam out with him by the hair, since he presented. sam snarls and fights--and one time, bites--john, but he never lets him stay, anymore.

they, and dean's not sure who "they" are, only that they're fucking bastards, say that an omega can be on supps for six months, then has to take a month off. dean's not sure why, don't ask him. something about bone fragility or hypertension or calcium in his heart, who fucking cares.

what it means for dean is that he's now alone for a week, sweating bullets and writhing in bed by himself, with dad and sam staying a few doors down.

it's lonely. it's hollow.

before sam presented, he was allowed to stay with dean and make sure he ate, and crawl into dean's nest, letting dean scent his little pup-smell, cold fingers pressed to dean's overheated forehead.

it was the only sane thing in dean's entire world for a week.

but now, unbelievably, he has adam.

speak of the devil, dean's nose twitches. adam smells like lemons and baby powder--pure pup, all the way through--and dean can feel the bed dip.

he's between waves right now, but knows soon he's going to be inconsolable again, body begging for a knot that he's never going to get.

his nest is a fucking mess. dean's eyes burn. no wonder no alpha could ever want him. it's mostly sam's clothes, his smelly socks and second-hand flannels and a jean jacket he managed to sneak out of a goodwill. dean's useless. can't even build a proper nest. can't keep his pups safe and warm in here, no way. adam's going to freeze to death in his stupid, ugly nest, and dean is going to die unloved and grieving. dean sniffles. fucking hormones.

adam wiggles over the edge of the nest, and makes a little noise.

dean opens his arms, and adam collapses into his arms, question answered. dean rubs his head against adam's hair, and dean's a stupid omega because he's the one that's going to have to wash his sweat off of his pup's hair, now. stupid, useless, alone omega.

"don't be sad," adam whispers, tiny little pup fingers on dean's cheeks.

"'m not sad," dean sobs, "dumb pup."

adam reaches up and pinches dean's nose closed. and holds it. and holds it. and holds it.

dean snorts, dissolving into exhausted laughter as he has to open his mouth to breathe.

"you're a little twerp, anybody tell you that?" dean sighs, and adam presses himself up into dean's arms, rubbing his head all over dean's terrible, stupid nest. when he comes back to dean, he smells like pack, like he and sam.

adam's eyes droop, mouth pulling up in an exhausted, far-away smile.

"you're gonna have to get out in a second, bud." dean tells him, the squirming, serpentine pull under his skin making him nauseous. adam's eyes snap open, and he looks, for a second, very scared.

"can i come back?" he asks. dean snorts, and bumps adam's forehead with his chin.

"you can always come back." he says, honestly, and adam's fist curls into dean's sweat-soaked shirt, eyes drooping closed. dean lets him sleep, then gently nudges him awake and away when the next wave of his heat hits.

the first thing dean feels when he's sane again, is the dip of the bed as adam crawls over the edge of his nest, and makes a small, questioning noise.

dean lets his arms drop open.

~~~

dean doesn't know how to feel when dad tells him he reminds him of his momma.

you're such a good omega, john says. like that's all dean is. maybe it is. maybe that's all dean'll ever be.

on one hand, it satisfies something deep inside him when dad looks at dean bouncing adam up and down on his knee, adam screaming and giggling, and tells him that his momma would have been proud.

he wants his momma to be proud. he wants to be an omega that his momma would be happy to have raised.

but on the other hand...it makes dean want to shove adam off his lap. the pup doesn't deserve it. he didn't too a damn thing except be born, but dean doesn't want to be an omega. he doesn't want to be a...a coddled thing. a domestic thing. a perfect, shiny little thing. because he's not.

he's too big to be a pretty omega, too angry to be a nice omega, too mean to be a good omega.

he's a hunter. he's damn good at his job.

you're a good omega, dad says, patting dean on the head as he moves towards the door. it's supposed to be a thank you, dean thinks, for staying behind with adam, but...his stomach is all wrung tight.

i'm not. he wants to scream. i'm not a good omega. i'm not your omega.

he feels condescended to. overlooked. he feels...plastic, maybe. wrong. john looks at him and doesn't see an equal. or maybe he does, and maybe that makes it worse.

adam can always tell--damn him--and tries to scent dean. dean always pushes him away, goes outside for some air, sam always comes after him.

they sit in silence. dean's an omega. maybe that's all he'll ever be.

~~~

"it's just for tonight!" dean yells, "what's your damn problem?"

"my problem is that i told you i have plans!" sam shoves dean, hard. "i told you a week ago that i was going out with friends!"

"what friends?" dean barks a cruel laugh. "they're not your friends. they're temporary, sam!"

"yeah like that skirt you're chasing?" sam spits.

"fuck off."

"no, dean! i don't see why i have to give up on my plans so you can bend dinergirl over. she's 'temporary,'" sam mocks.

sam smells like firewood, like whiskey, like dad. he smells angry. dean knows he doesn't smell much better, the rotten-egg smell of his anger making his own nose wrinkle.

"i've got to get out of this goddamn cabin." dean snarls, tearing at his hair. "i've played fucking nursemaid since deluth and i need to get out of here. i'm sick of it."

they've been fighting all week, it feels like. dad's fucked off to who-knows-where, a phone call the only thing connecting him to his three sons, four states away.

they're in the kitchen of a cabin, lit only by the microwave light, dean pacing on dusty tile, sam with his arms crossed and dean in his socks.

dean wants to scream. he thinks he might.

he's exhausted. he's fucking exhausted. he wants, nonsensically, to go home. he's staring his home in the eyes as he screams. he's sure his home is asleep a few rooms over, in the cabin dad managed to rent out for the month. his home is four states away, hunting monsters. his home is buried six feet under, more ash than woman. his home is dead. his home doesn't want him back. his home is gone.

his home is yelling at him, and dean wants to punch him square across his stupid jaw.

"you don't think i'm sick of it?" sam retorts. "i never agreed to bail on my plans to babysit, dean!"

dean rounds on him, gets in sam's face, sam's set jaw, dean's shaking fists, a chest so hollow it feels like it'll crack open.

"i never agreed to bail on my fucking life to babysit, but here we are!" it's louder than dean means, a bellow, and he loves it. it fills up his chest in the way nothing else will. he opens his mouth to scream again, but--

a gasp, a sniffle, a sob. sam and dean freeze, and adam shoves past their waists as he barrels out the front door, tearstreaked face and wide eyes and mouth open on a sob.

dean catches a flash of blond hair and firetruck pajamas.

the fight leaves him immediately, dean slouching as the screen door screeches, bangs, tiny feet on a wooden deck, on crunching leaves as he pounds down the steps.

"fuck." dean says, right as sam says, "shit."

they share a look, guilty and exhausted and strung-out. sam pulls out his phone, using the antenna to scratch at his eyebrow as he closes his eyes tightly.

they move quick, dean crossing over to the front door to shove his feet into the boots he left there earlier that afternoon.

"i'll cancel." sam says, "you go after him."

"nah, man," dean sighs, taking a quick break from lacing his boots to rub a hand down his face. "it's...it's whatever. bring some popcorn back."

sam's going to the movies, or something, right? dean forgot. he fumbles with the laces, and has to do them again.

"it's study group." dean can hear the laugh in sam's voice.

"then bring back a fucking calculator."

sam does laugh, then, but his voice still has a little bite when he says, "you're an idiot."

"well you're a..." dean stands, his feet aching in his boots. he scratches at the back of his head, looking at his alpha little brother, all bravado and authority and self-righteousness. "seriously, man, head on out. i'll call stacey later and cancel."

sam crosses the room but doesn't touch dean, just lets dean get a whiff of him, close enough to scent but dean doesn't dare. he shoves his feet into his beat-up converse, and dean almost reaches a hand out to stop him--they can't afford new ones if these crap out--but doesn't trust himself yet.

sam snags dean's abandoned hoodie hanging off of one of the dining chairs, and pulls it over his head.

when his face emerges from the pooling fabric, his hair is messy, and he smells more like dean, like pack, like home.

he shoves his fists into the front pocket, and shoulders the screen door open.

"shuddup." sammy grumbles, and they trudge out into the dark woods, trailing after their lost pup, sniffling in the darkness.

~~~

adam's feet dangle off of bobby's porch, swinging and banging against the old latticework underneath his porch. it's hot and stifling outside, and adam can already tell that he's going to have a sunburn when he goes back inside, the tops of his exposed knees a shiny, pink colour.

he's watching sam and dean throw knives in the dust lot behind uncle bobby's house, trying to hit a board already so full of score-marks that he can barely make out the painted-on target.

his pack omega left him a tin of toy soldiers to play with, and adam arranges them on the bottom rung of the porch railing, sun-lazy.

"they're fighitng about us, y'know." alpha's voice. adam sits up a little straighter. he thinks they've forgotten about him, since he's not facing them head-on. he's facing the tool shed instead of the dustlot, but he can hear them well.

he can pick their voices out in a crowd of people.

inside the house, he can hear dad yelling, screaming. uncle bobby yells back. the house smells like a car on fire. gasoline and melting plastic and danger.

"huh?" thunk. dean's voice, distracted.

"dad. and uncle bobby." sam says. thunk. something inside the house crashes to the floor.

"yeah, well. you really suck at this. i'd fight dad about it, too." dean says. thunk. adam moves three soldiers away from the rest.

"jerk. no, they're fighting about us and adam."

thunk. a clang, and adam looks up. sam and dean aren't looking at each other, eyes trained on the target. one of the knives must have hit another off the board.

"bitch." dean says, but after a long pause, his voice is quieter, defeated. "yeah. i know."

adam shifts closer, bringing his three soliders with him. one has a machine gun, the other a radio, the third a medic kit.

--you dumb motherfucker-- uncle bobby's voice, distant.

"uncle bobby's gotta point, dean." sam says. he winds up, throws the knife, it hits the ring outside of the centermost. "what the hell are we gonna do if dad..."

dean steps up, throws, misses. the knife spirals, hits the dirt with barely a noise at all.

"we're not gonna do anything, 'cause that's never gonna happen." dean throws again, barely hits the board, gets mostly white paint in the top right corner. "dad's the best hunter. ever."

"he's not immortal. you remember des moines?"

dean moves to collect the knives, and sam joins him. they count them, and split them in half. ten for dean, ten for sam.

"i don't know what you want me to say, sam." dean says, finally. he squares up to the board.

"we can't raise him." sam says, and dean's shot goes entirely wide, landing a few inches deep in a rusted car door a few feet left of the target with a deafening clang.

--is that what you want, john?--

dean whirls on sam, eyes blazing, and adam--even this far away--recoils.

"we ain't giving him up if that's what you fuckin' mean." dean spits. a hot breeze wafts his scent over to adam. protective. possessive. furious. "i can't believe you'd even suggest that. he's ours, sam."

sam takes a step back, then a step forward, bumping into dean's chest, a palm on his sternum, over the necklace dean's worn as long as adam's been alive.

"fuck you. i'd never say that. but..." sam flips a knife in his palm, throws it, point down into the dirt. "i don't know. wouldn't he be safer in a real home? wouldn't we all be safer in a real home?"

adam, slowly, separates the medic from the other two soldiers.

dean's face twists, and he stalks a few paces away. he hefts a knife in his hands, and throws it at the board. it hits.

--my boys, Bobby. They're my boys to--

"we gotta real home." dean says. he doesn't look at sam, voice and body tense. "you'd rather live in a picket fence? if dad died, you want me to give you up to the system, go to school, live with another two-point-five kids and a dog? is that what you're sayin'?"

thunk. closer to bullseye. dean picks up another knife. throws it. thunk. closer still.

"no," sam says, fiercely. "no. i'd never leave you. you know that."

--just kids. Children that'll--

"do i?" thunk. the ring away from dead center. "i'm seventeen, sammy. they wouldn't put me in the system, they'd give me a slap on the ass and twenty bucks and i'd never see you or adam again. i'm an unmated omega. they'd never let me keep either of you."

thunk. bullseye. dean's outta knives. he steps away from the target, still not taking his eyes away from the target. his hands are shaking. there's a triangle of sweat soaking through his shirt between his shoulder blades.

adam moves the solider with the machine gun away. the three face away from each other, now. alone.

alpha stalks up to dean, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him to face him, getting close. in his face. he's almost tall enough that they're eye-to-eye.

"i'm not gonna let that happen. no matter what, you hear me?" sam's voice is firm, uncompromising, loud. "i'd rather..."

sam trails into silence. dean doesn't look like he's breathing. his head dips, and for a second, adam thinks they're kissing, like in the movies, but he can hear his pack omega's voice a second later.

"you'd rather what?" he says, lowly.

a screech so loud that adam jumps, all three soldiers falling off the porch and scattering into the dirt.

boots on the porch, shaking the floor. dad must've run out the front door, away from the three of them in the dust lot.

"--gonna kill those boys, john, you hear me?" uncle bobby yells, closer than ever before. when adam turns back around, sam is throwing knives at the target, and dean is approaching adam on the porch, palms wiping off on his torn jeans.

when he sees adam look up, dean smiles. adam, hesitantly, smiles back.

~~~

EEP i'm not even going to touch the last few paragraphs with sully--it's literally PERFECT!!!! GRAHHH adam's little giggles and sam's confusion and dean's fondness...i'm punching a wall...

thank you SO SO SO much for sending this in, anon! and thank you so much for being patient!! <333 it's been a hectic month, but i am in love with this. omegaverse adam i'm gonna SCREAMMMM

i hope you enjoyed, and that your day is lovely, anon! <3

-lizzy

[adam AU masterlist]

[tomssexdoll]

hi baba gril

so we are like tom's gf and he takes us out for a night of clubbing and we get a lil too drunk, and he has to take us home, and take care of us

hmu if more deets are needed 🤯

YESSSSSS BBY GIRL ILYSM

Never listen to me

PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom takes y/n out for a night of clubbing but she gets way too drunk and he has to take her home, despite her refusals, and take care of her. A/N: ily alaiah WARNINGS: drinking, being drunk, vomiting

Tom groaned, "are you ready yet? it's been like an hour how do you take SO long" he came up behind me, kissing my head softly and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Just wait liebe, girls take longer to get dressed, all you have to do is put an outfit on and you're done" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Fineee" he crossed his arms and pouted like a child, "stop acting like a child Tom you can wait a bit longer" I chuckled, he smirked back "whatever."

As I finished getting ready Tom let out a sigh of relief, grabbing my hand and leading me to the car. We drove to the club and once we got there, stared at all the drunken bodies out the front either fighting or kissing. "Oh god.." I fake gagged, he chuckled and we got out of the car, entering the club.

The booming music was just what I needed, I held onto Toms hand as we got to the bar, I ordered 5 rounds of shots of tequila for myself, Tom looking at me worried "are you sure you'll be able to handle ALL of that? You know how strong the tequila in this club is.." he placed a hand on my thigh, rubbing the skin softly. "Yeah yeah, I'll be fine, it's just tequila what could go wrong?"

After 2 hours and 7 shots, 4 cocktails and 1 beer I was hammered, I was so drunk that my vision was super blurry, I could barely even walk. I had lost Tom an hour ago and was just ordering drinks and dancing on the dance floor, having the time of my life.

I was dancing when I stumbled and fell on the floor, groaning as I hit my head "fuckk..." rubbing the wound slightly. I tried to get up but it miserably failed, leaving me on the floor once again. I looked up, everyone was dancing, their sweaty, horny bodies pressed up against one another, the song blasting at severley high volumes. I covered my ears, the music piercing my ears. "Why is it so fucking loud.." I said to myself.

"Oh my god Y/N!" I heard in the distance, I saw Toms panicked face, rushing over to me and picking me up from the floor, brushing the hair from my face. "Where the hell were you?! I was looking for you for ages!" he panted, relief washing over his eyes.

"I don't knowww..been partying.." I slurred my words and he groaned softly, "cmon we're going home, you're way to drunk to be here" he grabbed my arm but I pulled away, "nooo!" I whined. He rubbed his temples in frustration "verdammte hölle" he muttered under his breath.

"Cmon, I said we're going home" he again pulled on my arm to no avail. "Alright, you give me no choice then" he grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder, making me unable to fight back physically, all I could do is use my words. "Tom nooo! I'm having fun!" I cried out, kicking my legs against his chest.

He stopped me with a harsh smack to my ass "I said we are going home, I'm not going to repeat myself" he said sternly. "Fine.." I sighed dramatically.

As we got home he carried me in, plopping me onto the bed "wanna go clubbing so bad...you ruined it..." I groaned, tossing and turning on the bed. "Too bad, you should've drunk less" he sighed, sitting me up.

I felt something come up my throat, a weird pressure, realising it was vomit, before it could reach my mouth I blurted out "gonna throw up!" Toms eyes widened and he ran to the bathroom, getting a bucket and holding it under my mouth.

I let go of my mouth and threw up in the bucket. It went on for 10 minutes straight, non stop vomit. I coughed a bit as it stopped, Tom picking me up and bringing me to the bathroom to wash my mouth out.

"You never listen to what I say hm?" he chuckled, kissing the top of my head. He grabbed a hair tie and brushed my hair slowly, pulling it into a ponytail, away from my face.

I started to sob uncontrollably "im so sorry Tom.." clinging onto his arm and nuzzling my face into his neck. "For what honey?" he smirked, "not listening..im sorry" I continued to sob, him kissing me softly to ease my worries "it's fine baby, I know you waned to have fun and I guess you did" he chuckled, pulling me into his lap and rubbing my back gently. "Shh..stop crying baby it's ok.." he whispered in my ear, my tears staining his t shirt.

Eventually my cries came to an end, I stayed on his lap, holding onto him tightly "so warm and cuddly.." I muttered out, my eyes half shut.

He laughed softly, "cmon baby let's get you into bed, you need some sleep" I whined "noo..wanna stay with you.." he smiled "you will be with me, I'll be right beside you ok?" he stroked my hair lovingly, I nodded and got into bed, Tom following behind me as promised, holding me close.

"Goodnight prinzessin, I love you so much" he kissed my neck softly, stroking my hair to help me fall asleep.

[bruisedfig]

I now say we need more content for alec (we is just me) :3

yessssss was yapping about that to a friend today actually like we are SEVERELY lacking in alec content 😭

i plan to write for him more bc i adore him (i just fear no one has watched the bloody show </3)

[beautifulandvoid]

My friend I am so, so sorry for your loss, if you need to come and talk my DMs are open at all hours.

I feel like you and Sentry would be totally at peace when you guys travel to Asgard for the summer and wind up at the lake house with the other Avengers.

It's days spent with Robert lying in the hammock, listening to the birds and hearing the water sloshing against the dock. He'll often feed the ducks when they waddle onto shore with their little brood of fuzzy yellow ducklings, but it takes everything in your power to keep Normie from chasing them (lol).

Bob makes the best breakfast ever, eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, coffee, french toast etc. Everybody smells it cooking and they all crowd into the kitchen (it got to the point where Alexie had to cook the bacon on a bug zapper cuz the kitchen was so crowded, lol). At night though, he hauls out the meat and throws it on the bbq while everybody eats around the firepit.

He loves engaging in shenanigans on especially hot days when all you guys can do is run off the dock and jump in the water. Poor baby runs hot so he needs ice baths and cool showers when the days are pushing 90.

Everybody made a homemade waterslide that runs from the screen door on the deck and right down into the water. Joaquin and Walker were literally the last two out the door before Banner charged a little too hard and broke the screen (lol).

You and Bob will lay down and read most afternoons in the hammock. The book he easily gets obsessed with during hot weather is 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea and especially loves the part with the giant squid.

Thor absolutely insist that these idjits bring a big chug full of ice water when everybody goes kayaking or canoeing. Bob will literally forget to drink water and put sunscreen on so it's up to either you or one of the team to be a big brother or big sister and slather it all on him if you forget.

At night after you've both showered and Bob's slathered on the Irish spring and some cedar oil, you're snuggling together under the summer quilts and sheets with the windows open, listening to the peepers and the sound of Bob's soft breathing, totally at peace and content with the world.

Thank you love. He was the final grandparent to die, marking the 5th grandparent to die in less than 7.5 years. So, it has been a bit of an adjustment. But in typical my family fashion, something went "wrong" at the funeral. They may or may not (they definitely did) drop the casket at the cemetery. I am going to hell for laughing, but at least I'll be with the other family who laughed. Grandpa would've found it funny, so maybe it was him.

My sister's brother, (I share a mom with her, she shares a dad with him), is in the Army, and by some gracious gift from the universe, or maybe it was Grandpa, he was there today doing the military honors. We/he didn't even realize he was doing it until last night; He gave my mom the flag, and it was so incredibly nice to have it be a family member.

Thank you again for the kind words.

Now, to the Sentry........ there won't be any spoilers, but I will tease at things that were already in the trailers or synopsis, so be advised.

YESSSSSS, also did you see the new poster? Where a certain god is shadowed by a god we know as well?.......... Asgard and Bob confirmed.

You have names for the ducks, they may look the same, but you can tell who is who based on the attitude they give you. And if Normy gets to them, they aren't afraid to beak him to get him away. (he doesn't learn his lesson)

He is the best cook, his French toast is iconic throughout the Avengers, new and old. Thor can easily put away 2 loafs of breads worth, but Bob won't make him more than half a loaf, until everyone else gets some at least. Thor repays him with fresh fruits every morning, and teas that allegedly help you get pregnant when the two of you choose to start a family. (spoiler, it works really well, the twins are proof of that).

He loves the lake; it helps cool him off because he is a furnace. (and that it hides the totally family friendly activities you do......)

Oh waterslides, my freshman year of high school the seniors made a slip and slide on the floors of the commons (cafeteria/ open space), and it was not good 😂. But these rowdy kids at heart, love the slide. They have it set so it has a massive jump at the end plunging them into the sky. They do take it down once the kids are old enough to use it. Also damn it Bruce, you'd think he'd know his size by now. He does fix the door, but makes it extra tall and wide for him to fit through.

Joquin totally doesn't steal the shield from Sam and take it joyriding, Sam's just seeing things.

You and Bob have now gone through almost the entire mystery section of the library, and it's only the 3rd week of summer.

Bob "forgets" sunscreen, any excuse for him to have your hands all over him, he'll take it.

soft summer evenings with Bob, be still my heart. (someone send me a boyfriend asap, I'm not kidding).

Thank you for this love! Please send me more!!!

[leofrith]

hii so i‘m way to invested in everyone‘s baldurs gate plays. can we see your tavs? I would love to see them haha😭

YESSSSSS i will happily take any excuse to talk about my tavs. 🥰 i'm sorry this took so long. i wanted to have their Lore™ a little more set in stone before answering this, but then i proceeded to make uhhhh 2 more tavs and a durge. 🤡

i am listing my characters in the order i created them. they're all good/neutral aligned because being mean in video games makes me break out in hives. aaaaand this is going under a read more because it got really fucking long. 🥴

marqwyn stoneheart

race: human

class: eldritch knight fighter

background: soldier

romance: gale

my first tav who i adore. ❤️ i stole her name from the very first character i created for a now abandoned dnd campaign (though she's nothing like og marqwyn). she's a former flaming fist who left their service due to the corruption she witnessed there. after leaving the city she became an independent soldier for hire—but she's a terrible mercenary because she's a bleeding heart who will help people because they need it, regardless of whether they can pay her or not.

she has dragged the party into many an unnecessary brawl because her charisma is literally in the negatives. we love a girl incapable of talking herself out of Situations. she also used to have two brown eyes before deciding to get herself volo'd during a brief moment of desperation-fuelled insanity.

her backstory has changed a lot since i first made her, mostly because i didn't really have anything in mind when i started playing. 😬 i also had no fucking clue what i was doing when i first started and it certainly shows (tons of missed content, didn't take enough long rests, completely missed lae'zel for the first ~30 hours of gameplay, have done quests in an extremely questionable order, etc.).

i romanced gale with her because the wizard had me by the jugular the second he opened his mouth, and buff wife who hits things with her big sword and her squishy wizard husband who casts counterspell is something that can be so personal. that being said, i do want to rework her character and do another playthrough with her, probably romancing wyll, because her playthrough is a mess.

i will now dip into the alternate canon that lives in my brain in which my next three tavs are allowed to coexist, so just stay with me here and trust in the vision ajgjsdgf

meadow moonwillow

race: mephistopheles tiefling

class: storm sorcerer, bard of the college of lore

background: entertainer

romance: karlach (or enya in the canon that exists in my head)

i made her specifically for my karlach romance run, because best girl deserves a little sunshine to match her own. meadow was born to play gigs in dive bars, but was cursed with a natural talent for magic. 😔 she'll use it because it's useful in a fight, i guess, but she'd much rather insult people to death. if there is shit to be disturbed, she will disturb it.

her and gale are best friends, because i think having some friendly spell caster competition with his bestie who (begrudgingly) lets him teach her wizard spells would be good for his mental health. her and wyll butt heads a bit at first, mostly because meadow's way of trying to comfort people is through humor, and her attempts to make him feel better about his new devil form come off as insensitive (inspired by the way i accidentally insulted wyll at the tiefling party in my meadow playthrough by joking that i was jealous of his horns. king i swear it was meant as a compliment!! 😭). eventually they become really close, which is certainly a necessity when you're both going on a vacation to hell with no set end date.

also my choice of name for her definitely has nothing to do with the fact that i am in the middle of watching the sopranos. definitely not.

landric sparrowsong, "the wrath-bringer"

race: human

class: oath of vengeance paladin, tempest domain cleric of ilmater

background: sage

romance: gale

his backstory is probably the one i've thought about in the most detail, mostly because he's a walking tragedy and i live for that shit. 🧍🏻‍♀️

he was once a school teacher and wasn't much of a fighter at all before his little village near baldur's gate was razed to the ground and his wife and (or so he thinks 👀) daughter were killed, at which point he took up his oath of vengeance. his favourite pastimes now include self-sacrifice and violently murdering evildoers, hence the "wrath-bringer" epithet.

he has been alone—mostly by choice, because he can't lose any more loved ones if there is no one left alive that he loves—for over a decade by the time he's infected, but the forced proximity means the companions very quickly get under his skin. he's very protective of meadow especially (when they're both in the party at the same time in the universe that exists in my head) because she reminds him of his daughter.

he is god's favourite sacrificial lamb, and is consistently the first to go down in a fight (inspired by me, constantly getting him killed by taking far too long to figure out how to play a support class). naturally i paired him with gale because i think the idea of a guy finally opening his heart to the love of another after over a decade of self-imposed solitude out of fear of being hurt again, only for gale to decide to take on a suicide mission just as they're finally realizing their feelings for one another, is soooooo good and tragic. ☺️

he has a soft spot for children, but being around them makes him sad and withdrawn (for obvious reasons), something that the companions notice pretty quickly once they get to the grove and see his cold exterior totally melt around the kids there. he carries a journal which he adds to often, either little blurbs or sketches of people he meets in his travels, ever observing from afar as an outsider.

he was actually a war cleric of mystra when i first multiclassed him because the idea of this man finding solace in his goddes during the worst years of his life only for that same goddess to tell the first person he's truly loved in years that he needs to kill himself is sooooo. anyway. but i decided to change it because war domain just wasn't doing it for me and also have you seen ilmater's whole deal?

also if he bears a close resemblance to my favourite unromanceable assassin's creed npc, that's just a coincidence (lying).

enya sparrowsong

race: human

class: beast master ranger/circle of the land druid

background: urchin

romance: lae'zel (or meadow in the canon that exists in my head)

enya is landric's very alive daughter. i made her in the character creator with no intention of actually doing a playthrough as her, which is a lie i tell myself every time i open the character creator. 😔

ideally she would not even be filling the role of tav at all, but that's obviously not an option for an actual playthrough. she spent her childhood hunting and gathering in the wilds and later pickpocketing her way through the darkened alleys of baldur's gate to survive. in the version of her backstory that lives in my head, she eventually caught the attention of jaheira (by trying to rob her), who then took enya under her wing. the harpers became a family to her, and she is with them in the shadow lands when we meet them at last light in act two. also depending on my mood on any given day, enya and meadow are either bitter exes or couple of the year.

she is generally very abrasive with most people she doesn't know well (her and lae'zel are very perfect for each other), but has a soft spot for animals and orphans. she likes her solitude and it takes a lot of effort to earn her trust (there's a reason she's survived alone as long as she has) but once you do, she's ride-or-die.

she has a raven companion and her preferred wild shape is a wolf, but i've also had a lot of fun using her wolf wild shape and a wolf companion for twice the mauling in combat (and twice the torment for shadowheart—thank you sam for pointing out that she would fucking hate this 😭). i also like to think that she's been helping shadowheart get over her fear of wolves.

her relationship with her dad is deliciously complicated!!! but that's for another post.

idunn

race: high elf

class: necromancy wizard/gloom stalker ranger

background: haunted one

romance: astarion

i haven't played as her much yet, and she's my first durge so i don't really know a ton about that whole background. but her brain is currently scrambled egg and she doesn't remember her past so i figure it's fine if i don't know anything about it either.🧍🏻‍♀️

she's trying so very hard not to kill people, and making up for the lack of murder by being incredibly rude to everyone she meets [astarion approves]. i named her idunn because i like the name but also in large part because i think associating the dark urge with the norse goddess of rejuvenation and vitality is really funny.

aelius lucilius

race: drow half-elf

class: light domain cleric of selune

background: acolyte

romance: shadowheart

he's my newest tav and the one i've played the least, so i'm still working out his backstory. i honestly just really wanted to romance shadowheart as a selunite, which is working out great so far because the shar is already out of the bag and now she loudly and openly hates his fucking guts. 🤪

[altschmerzes]

Any Jamie content plsss 🌹🌹

yessssss from later on in the next chapter of wriggle up on dry land we have:

“I’d say we need to have a chat about your behaviour today, but honestly, if you ask me? I think you’re plenty aware that what you did out there wasn’t okay, and I know you’re not gonna do it again.” Is it a risk? Probably. But if there’s one thing Ted learned about working with young people in his years coaching for schools it’s that there is no faster way to get a teenager to act out than to make it clear you don’t expect any better from them. Treat a kid like a bad kid, they’ll see no reason not to act like one. Treat a kid like you know they’re capable of better and more often than not, they’ll do their best to live up to that expectation. “Yeah? And how do you know that?” Jamie asks with a sneer, the bruise making the expression look frankly disturbing on his young face, and Ted shrugs.  Stay the course. Jamie is pushing, looking to see if Ted is pulling his leg, and Ted can’t give him a reason to think that’s the case. He’s got to handle this carefully, he knows he does, and so he just says, calm and casual, “Because I’m asking you not to.” Jamie doesn’t seem to have a response for that. He just grabs his bag up off the floor and swings it over his shoulder as he turns for the door. It seems like he’s got a bad habit of doing that while he’s already moving, like the bag is an afterthought, because he bounces it off the doorway before it hits his back and Jamie trips sideways a bit in the process, cursing under his breath. The unexpected misdirection of the backpack seems like it’s knocked him off balance. “You alright there?” Ted asks, voice raised enough that Jamie surely heard it. Even so, there’s no response to that either. The kid just keeps going right out of the room and into the hall and then he’s gone.

[justhere4thevibez]

Another ask!

Chrissy accidentally lets her Domme slip in front of people (they're hanging out with the elder members of the Party) and gets Eddie to sit still and the others are all 👀

heheheheh yessssss. this was a fun one! nothing explicit, but (as you can assume by the prompt) a lot of suggestive content.

“Eddie, be good.”

Chrissy punctuated this with a short tug to the hair at the nape of his neck, and Eddie settled immediately. He’d been such a little brat tonight, antagonizing Steve and amping up Robin for no good reason. Not to mention the suggestive comments and teasing touches he’d given her.

Enough was enough.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said meekly as he leaned into her side. “I’ll be a good boy for you.”

She stroked his hair soothingly as a way of accepting his apology (not that she wouldn’t have him make up for it later), and all would have been right in the world except—

“What the fuck,” Robin yelled from across the room.

Chrissy froze, her hand still tangled in Eddie’s hair as her gaze met Robin’s knowing look.

“Fuck,” she whispered, letting her hand drop to her lap.

They’d been so careful as they explored this new dynamic between them, always keeping it behind closed doors—or at least subtle enough in public. But Robin… well, Robin was a frequenter of queer spaces. Which meant she knew things. Things that other people probably wouldn’t pick up on in a million years.

Goddammit.

“What?” Steve looked up from where he’d been rummaging for popcorn for their movie night. “What’s wrong? Is there a bug?”

“Nope,” Robin said, her gaze frantically darting back and forth between Chrissy and Eddie. “It’s nothing. It’s fine. It’s—”

Chrissy sighed, knowing that if she didn’t cut Robin off she’d ramble all night long.

“Do you need to talk about it, Robin?” she asked, rubbing her hand nervously along her thigh. What would her friend say?

“God, yes,” Robin said, racing over and collapsing in the chair next to Chrissy. “So, is this—” she pointed between the two of them almost accusingly— “what I think it is? Like, are you—”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, clasping Chrissy’s restless hand between his. “It is. We are. Is that okay?”

God, she loved him so much. She was still learning what it meant to be in control—of Eddie, of herself. And she was almost… not embarrassed. But apologetic. Because it should be Eddie in charge, shouldn’t it? He was the loud one, he was the leader, he was the man. She shouldn’t want that kind of control at all.

But she did. And now that she knew what it felt like, she loved it. Craved it. And Eddie loved giving that control over to her. But he also had a sixth sense for when she froze up and got all squirrelly about it, too. And then he’d step back in, like a dance. A partnership. And right now, staring into Robin’s curious face, she needed that support.

“God, yeah, of course,” Robin said, flapping her hands dismissively. “You think I of all people would mind?” She raised an eyebrow skeptically. “But, uh, I am… curious.”

“I like taking care of him,” Chrissy said quietly, giving Eddie’s hand a squeeze. “It makes me feel… whole.”

“She turns my brain off,” Eddie said, bringing her hand up to his mouth to kiss. “It’s like I don’t have to think anymore, and I’m—I’m safe.” He gave Chrissy a teasing grin. “Who could resist getting under the spell of this incredible woman?”

Robin nodded knowingly. “Shit, yeah, if Chrissy said jump I’d say how high?”

“Guys,” Chrissy said, blushing—flattered, but still embarrassed. “Movie night?”

“Right.” Robin snapped to attention. “Oh, fuck, Steve.”

All three of them turned to the kitchen, where they could only see the lower half of Steve sticking out of a cabinet. With a triumphant ah-ha he emerged, his perfect hair a little worse for wear.

“Found it,” he said, brandishing the bags of popcorn. Then he stopped, puzzled. “You guys okay?”

“Fine,” Chrissy said, pursing her lips to keep from laughing.

“Yeah, let’s get this corn a-popping,” Robin said loudly, jumping up from her seat. She turned back to Chrissy for a moment. “Just so you know, I think it’s, uh, cool. And I’m glad you found each other.”

“Thanks, Robin,” she whispered, squeezing the other girl’s hand. “Maybe don’t—” she nodded in the direction of Steve, and Robin gave her a thumbs up.

“Oh, no way,” she said as she backed toward the kitchen. “I think his fucking head would explode.”

“I think something else of his might explode,” Eddie murmured in her ear, and she gripped his throat, light but with intention.

“Watch it, mister,” she said in a low voice. “Or you might regret it when we get home.”

He swallowed heavily, his throat muscles shifting under her hand. “I look forward to it.”

[arista-essendon]

hi!! My husband recently got me to read Revelations and I am so happy I found your blog bc I too am a hardcore Hadrista shipper 😭 I wish there was more fandom content for this series... Once I finished reading I immediately went back and reread it. I plan to read chronicle next and then probably legends but I'm having a hard time letting go of Revelations since I know the others won't have my precious angel Arista 😭😭😭

Ahhhh yessssss!! We need more people in this group!!

I am going to be re-reading the revelations in January and I'm so hyped. I think the biggest perk for Hadrista shippers in the Chronicles is watching Hadrian mope about never falling in love and absolutely dying because JUST WAIT BABY BOY!!!

[mlembug]

Click me!

Description: Are you curious enough to do this? Originally published: 6th of August 2019

CONTENT WARNING: M->F gender transformation of the person reading the story, assumes the person reading it is an egg, possession, kinda horny

Oh, you actually did it!

Just why exactly though? Are you expecting something from me? Because I know that you do. You just don’t know it yet. You’ll need to embrace your feelings.

Are you feeling a little lightheaded right now? Feel free to lie down. Focus on your own body.

You feel relaxed. Hang on in there for a moment. Do you feel it? This slight touch on your neck?

Don’t bother looking down, you won’t see anything either way. I’m possessing you from the inside. You’ll be sharing a body with me for a while. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to leave it as soon as possible. I’ll also make you feel all better. Like a whole new person.

You can’t see it, but I’ve made your Adam’s apple disappear. I see you’re trying to move your hand to it. Don’t bother, it’s all gone already. Your voice pitch raised too, and you sound like an anime girl.

…don’t tell me you actually liked your own voice, did you? Oh well, you won’t get it back. :)

I also took the liberty of eliminating any possibility of you growing a beard or a moustache ever again. Are you frowning? Don’t be, a manly beard or a moustache would never fit your style. So I’m helping you.

I am also touching your cheeks and the forehead. Your face is slightly smaller, smoother and rounder. You don’t see it, but it’s actually quite adorable. Now then, what should I do with you now? Oh, I know.

Your hair is getting softer, and longer. It’s also straight and dark now. It’s reaching up to your shoulders now, but it’s growth is not stopping. Soon enough, it will reach down to the waist level. Should you not like this, you’ll be able to change it to any hairstyle you desire.

You should be feeling prickly sensation all over your body. It’s your body hair disappearing. No, no, don’t move, it will only speed up the process if you do. Also I’m making your skin feel so soft. Yes, I am turning you into a girl.

You didn’t want that? What were you doing here then? Why would you click on that link? Deep down, we both know you were never the man you thought yourself to be. Why are you resisting?

You feel the world around you get bigger. It’s actually you getting smaller though. Your shoulders are getting narrower, too. I’m gonna make you so tiny and cute, you’ll never question your femininity ever again.

Your hands feel so small and dainty. I’ve decorated your fingernails to have a beautiful shade of red. I also made your feet to be smaller, too. You’ll be able to fit all the heels and sandals you could want to wear.

Your nipples feel puffy. Don’t touch them now, because it will be painful for you. Just wait it over for a while. Yes, hang on, it will be over soon.

…

They’re large enough to be pushing against your clothes right now. Quite a surprise, isn’t it?

Are you feeling ticklish on your belly? You definitely should. This fat you’ve accumulated there… it belongs somewhere else. You feel it slowly shifting towards your hips. And to your chest. Yesssss… Feel it. Feel it all over. Your chest is growing out nicely. These two girls will need a big bra to hold them. Yes, a bra. You may have never needed it before, but surely will need it, starting from today. You’ll be wearing it with pride, too.

You still claim you’re a boy? Oh, stop it. We both know you’re just lying to yourself at this point.

This thing down there, it looks like it’s getting excited about the whole thing. You think it’s just your own quirk? Nah, it’s just a sign your body likes this and expects me to continue. And so I will.

You feel a slight touch on it. It’s shrinking now, and you can’t do anything about it. Yessssss…

Mmmmmmmm…

It’s all smooth now, but you’re still feeling horny.

You still want to turn back? Do you?

I thought so :)

[nanowired-lover]

I can't even say I have AN underrated fav in hk i just have so many i'm having thoughts about....... which are underrated

like thank god I also love Quirrel and Tiso bc if not I'd be fucking starving < says the guy who isn't producing shit either for other fans of the underrated favs

Okay it's just a list bc i need to yap into the void bc holy shit i can't yap to anyone rn

The Nailmasters. Okay yeah everyone likes them but there's way less content of them compared to the rest ?

But especially like. Oro specifically ? Idk why I got so attached to him, I am predictable GAHAHA you give me an old uncle who's an asshole with a possible tragic backstory and I'm bitting his walls off. I'm aslo totally normal about Sheo and his husband. Sweet sweet man. I hc'ed him as a transman some years ago and it didn't leave my brain since, and the gijinka I did of this guy is still gender goal. And he loves his brothers I am weak. And Mato....... im a bit more normal about him but ouuuguuuughhghhghh dad...... I just lowkey want to hols him in my hands and kiss his beetle head

Then Xero. BITING i love when ppl are like. Saying that he's an ant like Tiso. He's family. Yes. YES. YESSSSSS. I remember we did a fucked up story about it with my partner bc he's got a weird knowledge about animals and ants dynamics, so she told me that the gender-fuckery could be a good plot point (as i hc Tiso and I think Xero too as 2 transman, and Xero possibly as Tiso's father). BUT ALSO DUUUUUDE HE LITTERALLY SAID FUCK THE MONARCHY. AND HE'S SO FUCKING TRAGIC ABOUT IT. IDK WHAT HE SAYS IN ENGLISH BUT IN FRENCH, HE BROKE MY HEART.

I remember having a moment about the Collector as my gf loved the ship between them and Nosk, and the gijinka I did of them got me adoring that weird man. Like the Nailmasters, there's a lot of unfinished ? lore ? Around them like. Are they a sibling ? a vessel ? a naked kingsmould ??? Why do I do not gain mana from hitting them, what is wrong with them.

Oh and and and yeah the. the Soul Master. What is wrong with him. Why does he have fat Dr Strange x kitty cat vibes. Garfield vibes but feral. Fat magic kitty. I'm just so BIASED from @/palossssssand 's gijinkas. BUT ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAAN WE WAS TRYING TO BE GREATER THAN GOD ???? AND IT FUCKED UP SO BAD SOME PPL MELTED ?????? AND HE'S STILL UP THERE ALL PUFFY AND MIGHTLY ??? Also I'm pretty sure it would make more sense for him to not be fat since he's all dried up and skinny when you kill him, which means that he was probably puffing up and making himself looks bigger but. I'm a fat Soul Master believer til the end...

Also I know I'm not normal about Tiso and Quirrel (separately). My first tatoo might be about Quirrel actually. And Tiso is my son, my idiot, my fucking fool, my punching ball. My boy needs a father, or a mentor, and a tall bisexual to peg him. But those 2 are populars so I got my shit

[tsukimara]

We need more death the kid content

The best boy

Yessssss

[cicerfics]

YESSSSSS.

Okay, listen. I do think Bond (a man who doesn't really know to be a person) is really bad at knowing how to fill up his hours in between missions. All he knows is drink too much, exercise too much, have too much impersonal self-destructive anonymous sex, and lie!!

So he hangs out in Q-branch a li'l bit, and Q is fine with this, but of course he expects Bond to make himself useful if he's going to be loitering about!

Here, 007. Help the interns replace these cables. Solder that SATA connector into place. Look through that bin of old hardcopies and tell me if anything in there needs to be scanned and saved or if we can shred it all. Etc.

He just makes use of Bond as a second pair of hands and eyes! And Bond is (much to everyone else's surprise) very content to go along with this. Oh, he complains sometimes, and pretends he won't do what Q says, and so on, and so forth. But then he does help out and perform the tasks Q assigns him, and then actually goes looking for more.

These are Things He Can Do, and they fill up his spare hours, and sometimes Q says nice things about his work, and sometimes Q tuts over his work, and scolds him, and bullies him a lil bit, and that's fun, too. :)

And at some point, Q is off for three consecutive days (probably Tanner has put his foot down about the overtime Q has been working) and Q is like. Hm. Bond is currently in London. He will not be on a mission during the next 72 hours. Who knows what havoc he will cause for himself and others if he is left to his own guardianship with all this spare time on his hands!! Can't have THAT.

So, as he packs up for his three days of leave, he peremptorily tells Bond to gather his things and come along. Q has many errands and chores to catch up on. Bond can help. Q can use him to carry the sacks of cat litter! Also, Q wants to do some cooking but he detests chopping onions, so Bond can do that for him. Come along, Bond! Off we go! It will be a MUCH more productive and wholesome use of your time than whatever else you were planning to do over the next three days!

Bond complains and pretends to drag his feet. He says he's not Q's dogsbody, and clearly all this power is going to Q's head, and Bond is going to file a complaint with Tanner, etc. But he's also gathering his coat and Q's as he says all this, and holding the door for Q so they can leave together.

And then Bond simply proceeds to shadow Q All The Time when he's not on a mission, and it rapidly reaches a point where Q feels odd and uncomfortable when Bond IS on a mission because. Where is Bond. Where is the duckling that's supposed to be following me. 😟

Accidental codependent work husbands ooopppppps.

Q is very competent (fact), and is generally regarded as one of the cleverest people in the local area (at least Bond thinks so), and so when he says/ does something, people do it. he's a leader, right?

so when he goes up to Bond as is just like "we're going here" or "we're doing this" or "you should do this", he listens (outside of missions, of course). he doesn't even know what's going on- and he doesn't want to, because surely Q knows what hes doing. like, yeah, I'll follow you to the end of the earth, because youd be going for a good reason, and youd know how to get back.

i just think that outside of missions Q would be doing stuff and Bond would just follow along like a little baby duck, because where else is he going? and he of course would trust Q to drag him around, Q's the one who knows everything (ie how to function as a normal person) so yeah, he's in good hands.

is this- somewhat accidental- top Q propaganda? you interpret that

I'll tell you what this has become accidental propaganda for: Bond's massive abandonment issues. hes been abandoned by basically everyone at some point, so hes definitely like ' hi (: hello (: will you let me stay within 6ft of you forever (:' and Q at first might be a bit wary of being tailed in his own workplace, but is soon all like, ' come along lets do this, lets do that.' aaaaaaaaaaand now they're codependent, aren't they? oopsie

TLDR: Q is mumma duck, Bond is baby duck. this may cause problems, but it is 00q.

[tantancantdoshit]

He's just soooooo AHHHHHHH

[hardstraykidshours]

Hehe I saw that your requests are open so decided to pop here,

So I was thinking of sadist seungmin, I feel no one talks enough about sadist seungmin, he'd be so strict I feel and he'd totally have you over his knees if u misbehave (ofc everything is consented here) I just can't stop thinking of this😭

(feel free to ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable or for any reason you don't want to write I won't mind it's your blog after all)

Also if you do end up writing this request I'm ok w gender neutral or female oc here, so whichever you want is ok w me

omfg yessssss. dom sadist seungmin is something that we have talked about for a long time when brainstorming things for our blog, and i feel like that side of him never gets talked about enough so thank you thank you for this request. i had a really fun time writing it, and i really hope you enjoy it!

❤️ abbie & courtney

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pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 1.2k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!seungmin, sadist!seungmin sub!reader, dirty talk, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation, fingering (f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

"and ten. good girl," seungmin praises while gently kneading the sore flesh. your ass stings from his recent ministrations but your pussy is soaked, desperate for more. his hand slides up your back, pressing down slightly, so your breasts push further into his leg from how you're bent over his lap. he then moves his hand back down and across your ass before moving it between your legs sliding his fingers through your dripping folds. he pumps two fingers roughly into you for a moment before pulling them out and rubbing them across your already messy pussy, spreading the juices across your skin. you whine and moan at his actions, moving your hips back towards his hand. 

"just look at that, absolutely fucking soaked for me. god, you're such a slut. you just love me spanking you so much. isn't that right, baby?" 

a loud moan escapes your lips, both in response to his words and at the pleasure coursing through you when he starts playing with your clit. you squeal and jump when his hand suddenly slaps your pussy. the sound transforms into a whimper when he moves his fingers back to roll against your clit, white hot pleasure replacing the pain sparking through your system. 

"i bet you purposefully acted out just so you would get punished, huh? you just love when i have you over my knees that much?" 

you try to form words in response, but the feeling of his hand working your pussy makes your head swim with pleasure, robbing you of all cohesive thoughts. another sharp slap to your pussy clears your head, bringing your focus back. 

"i asked you a question." 

"mmm, yes seungmin! love when you spank me! it--it--" you choke on your words as he starts circling your clit in earnest with his fingers, quickly bringing you close to the edge of release. "feels...too good... fuck...gonna cum-" 

his hand suddenly leaves your cunt, and you cry out at the loss of contact. "no! please! need to cum, please!" 

you hear him chuckle darkly above you before bringing his hand back to your pussy, stroking it so slowly. he keeps the pace painfully slow, taunting you his touch until you're practically writhing on his lap.

"more, please, more!"

he picks up his pace, rapidly pushing you towards the edge and a series of moans and curses pour from your lips as you feel yourself about to fall apart for him.

his fingers leave you again just when you're on the brink of orgasm and a sob clogs your throat, your body strained and desperate for release. you whimper and whine in response, losing your mind over the sudden loss of pleasure.

his palm lands on your ass in a harsh smack before he roughly gropes the flesh. "come on, use your words. tell me what you want."

"i want to cum! please make me cum, i'll do anything, i'm begging you!"

"good girl. well then, i suppose since you asked so nicely..." 

before you can even fully process his movements, he pulls you off his lap and tosses you onto the bed on your stomach. he quickly rids himself of his pants and boxers before kneeling behind you, wrapping his hand around your thighs to drag you back towards him. he shifts your hips up and back into his, roughly dragging his cock through your dripping folds once before slamming into you. the sudden burst of pleasure has you screaming his name and then chanting it like a mantra as he pounds into you at an unforgiving pace. 

you try to rise up on your elbows, but the force of his hips snapping into yours is too much, and you collapse back into the bed. your body jolts slightly when you feel his hand connect with your ass again. the sharp sting from the smack disappears into pleasure as he continues thrusting into you, and the contrast of the two sensations makes you moan loudly into the pillow beneath you. 

"oh, you like that, huh?" 

you try to respond, eager to please, but all you can manage is garbled moans and choked curses, too blinded by pleasure to form actual words. 

"awww, has my little slut been fucked dumb?" your pussy clenches around his cock at his filthy words pulling a groan from deep in his chest. "god, you're so fucking hot when you're like this, so desperate and needy for me, so eager to let me do whatever i want to you."

his hand slides slowly up your spine, his fingers tangling lightly in your hair. he tilts your head to the side so he can see the blissed out expression on your face.  "you've been such a good little slut for me. i think you deserve a reward, huh? should i let you come now?" 

"please!" you manage to choke out between moans, your body teetering on the edge and begging for release. 

he releases his hold on your hair and moves his hand down between your legs, roughly toying with your clit. all it takes is a few flicks of his fingers, and you can feel your release start to barrel through you. just as your orgasm hits, seungmin suddenly pulls out and plants another slap to your pussy. 

the sudden jolt of pain amplifies your orgasm in a way you didn't know was possible. a scream of pleasure rips out of you, and your vision goes white before your eyes roll back. your thighs shake uncontrollably as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure you've ever felt rolls through your body. if it weren't for seungmin's hands on your hips holding you up, you would have collapsed into the bed, having lost all control over your body. 

he thrusts back into, bottoming out before stopping and just holding you close to him while you cum. the feeling of your pussy violently pulsing around his dick as you lose yourself to your orgasm is too much, and he ends up spilling himself inside of you with a strained groan. 

after what seems like an eternity of you cumming, you finally start to come back to reality, eyes blinking hard to clear your vision and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. when he feels you relax beneath him, he pulls out and your pussy clenches around the sudden emptiness as another aftershock rolls through your body. 

his hands release your hips, and you collapse fully onto the bed, seungmin flopping onto his back next to you. he pulls you close to his chest and neither of you say anything, too blissed out and overwhelmed by everything that just happened to form words. you know the two of you will talk about it later, seungmin is always so good about making sure you are comfortable with everything he does to you. but for now, all you want to do is just relax into each other. you start to drift off and you feel a soft kiss pressed into your hair just before you fall asleep.

tag list: @sensitiveandhungry

[jtl07]

oh gosh wow, this is incredibly generous of you to write all this out!! there are some prompts where things fall into place pretty easily and this was one of them so i'm gonna selfishly take this as an opportunity to both reply to you and to walk through a lil bit of my thought process :D

so the first thing was the prompt itself - i latched on to "alleyway" - prob because it was a very specific image - and since Michael was mentioned, i went with setting things at Bar La Vasseur. which led to the question, how do we get avatrice into the alleyway for spicy times?

[more thoughts under the cut bc this got long lol]

i thought briefly about making the encounter "real" but setting it up would've needed more words than i wanted to use since this is shenanigans. said a different way: i couldn't picture Beatrice making a move while they were in Switzerland, so i instead stuck with canon.

the fascinating thing about Beatrice is that she's such a force of nature. she can achieve pretty much anything when she puts her mind to it. so in this way, her mind is her biggest weapon. but only if her mind "behaves." the beauty of avatrice's time in Switzerland - and the dance of romance scene especially - is the glimpse we have of Beatrice misbehaving. so i wanted to dip further into what might have been going on in her mind at that moment, where her mind is both truth sayer and betrayer.

fun fact 1: the "imagine" motif was happenstance - in my initial notes, i'd written it more as a note to myself ("maybe she imagines it?") and it morphed into Beatrice's inner voice. the "hiss" description was meant to be a reference to the snake in the Garden of Eden - if i were to edit this or make this into a longer piece, i'd up the references to the temptation of Eve and maybe add in some questioning of the definitions of good/evil, ab/normal.

fun fact 2: "Bombastic bluster" was a last minute thing - since my last concussion a couple years ago, i still have a bit of trouble with word recall. i know the shape or rhythm that i want but often can't "see" the right word anymore. i knew i wanted "bluster" but couldn't figure out the preceding word; "bombastic" was the closest i could get (i still don't know what word(s) i wanted there)

It’s almost vulgar, but also telling

yknow i didn't think about it consciously when writing but it really is symbolic especially in the context of it all being within Beatrice's mind - because to Beatrice, there's still shame attached to all of this (hence a "dirty" sort of setting), but there's this conflicting desire to have it out in the open (hence the relative "public" aspect of the alleyway).

another thing i'd change if i was to edit this would be to sharpen the cut to reality. for example, maybe play up Ava being right on the cusp of finishing and Beatrice losing her mind over it - only for her to be sharply reminded that it's all her imagination (perhaps contrast what she had in her mind vs what she has in reality? and of course the irony of Ava being in love with her)

fun fact 3: Ava's "you good?" is meant to be another reference to that good/evil idea but again, it's not woven through this piece that well (at least, as it's currently written).

In the end, Beatrice’s simple nod to Ava’s question? You ate.

yessssss you are awesome for catching that! Beatrice being in this precarious in-between state where she can't exactly say yes but can't lie either - i wanted to go from Beatrice starting in this place of almost "content" denial to ending in this place of messy awareness. i headcanon that Beatrice is/becomes aware of her feelings for Ava while they're in Switzerland, where it's moments like this that she has to confront her growing feelings but has to work that much harder to keep them hidden. the angst! the yearning! (yangst? oh god i'm just gonna be quiet now)

lastly: don't you ever apologize for commenting because your thoughts were such a wonderful gift!! thank you sososo much <3

I love it when you hit my dash. Seriously.

There are moments where I wish I could manifest some type of physical form to the joy your words create so I that I might eat your delicious writing.

I wish I could think of a spicy prompt to beg of you. All that's coming to my mind is Avatrice in alleyway and impatience. Maybe it's brought on by some of Bea's jealousy over a certain blue-eyed blondie. Or maybe Ava is tired of Bea being dense. Maybe both. Maybe neither.

But it still stands that I adore your writing. Thank you for blessing us with shenanigans. ❤️

oh wow that's incredible of you to say, i'm at a loss for words this means a ton <3 this one took a slightly angsty turn but hopefully still okay?

Imagine - a familiar voice murmurs from the back of Beatrice's mind as she watches Ava dance and laugh and drink. She'd almost forgotten about this voice, had thought she'd tamed it when she was younger when she'd been sent away to boarding school, thought she'd beaten it when she'd taken her vows; thought she'd won. 

But she should've known that it was just hiding, lying in wait for a moment like this - drunk and compromised - drunk and loving it, the voice teases and Beatrice is too far gone to deny it, too tired to fight it. Not when she doesn't want to, here, where Ava's glowing even in the low light; now, when Ava's throwing back her head in laughter. 

Imagine how that laugh would taste.

Beatrice sucks in a sharp breath at the thought, can't escape the image now that it's been brought to the forefront of her mind. Wonders if the lemon drop shots would taste different from Ava's lips. 

Imagine taking her.

The thing is, she can: pictures it clearly, walking up and taking Ava's hand, leading her off the dance floor without a word. Knows that Ava with all her bombastic bluster would follow willingly; she always does, always becomes pliant under Beatrice's touch. 

Beatrice imagines taking her further - through the backroom, past the storage, into the alley. Imagines backing Ava against the wall until she gasps. How she'd moan while Beatrice confirms the taste of her, how she'd arch into Beatrice's hands, how she'd lick into Beatrice's mouth like a woman parched. 

Beatrice imagines more - lifting up the croptop to expose Ava's breasts, yanking down her bra and replacing the fabric with her mouth. Can almost feel it in her fingers when Ava takes her hand and shoves it into her own pants. It's easy to imagine Ava in her impatience, rocking onto Beatrice's fingers before she even has the chance to get her bearings. 

Imagines groaning into Ava's neck as she takes Beatrice's fingers to the knuckle, grinding frantically against her. Imagines pushing back against her when she strains to keep up with Beatrice's pace, breath stuttering, moans devolving into a litany of Beatrice's name. 

But then the light shifts and Beatrice remembers where she is. Remembers that it's all in her imagination. 

Ava - the real one, more vibrant than Beatrice could ever imagine in her mind - stumbles into her side, giggling. "You good?" she asks, grinning and breathless. 

Breathless from dancing, Beatrice reminds herself, shoving the voice and her imagination away; gives Ava a nod as her answer. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Beatrice hears distant laughter.