#he doesn’t like to flaunt it tho

[inkspottie]

I've been wondering this since day one, but...

If Gabriel is a CEO... is he like, rich?? Or like, RICH RICH??

He rich rich. He’s got a freaking pool, he can leave his job and not lose anything lol

[twost3ps]

Hi, hello

I really adore your art! Especially the Michael x Adam ones (guitarhero?)

What do you think about them doing those couple trends everyone finds embarassing. Like painting each others nails with the color of each others eye color?

BLARSG I’m so sorry it took so long but I had to make art the instant I read the last line hhhhh- personal take I don’t think angels have actual nails it’s more like a hardened part of their fingers and Adam’s eyes were originally green in Eden turned mostly gold when he got to heaven, making them hazel-ish (mostly gold but green around the pupil)

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH YAYAYAYAYA!!! it means a lot when people like my art ^^ and yuppers it’s called guitarhero :3

As for the ask, man, think that would be so cute dbcksdbciuewbfiwub. Cringe af tho tomato tomato tomato 🍅🍅🍅

IMO, early on in the relationship, at least for my au, Adam wouldn’t even think of doing public stuff, especially soft, sensitive, cringe stuff, and Micheal just doesn’t know how to be in a relationship at all. They hold hands and it’s like they were walking out nude.

Later on, they be kicking their feet up and being stupid lol. All the cringe. Embrace it bby

Walking out with the nails done. The matching couple clothes. Adam is wearing a bracelet with beads made out of dried flowers that Micheal gave to him, and Adam gave Micheal a flower made out guitar picks. They’re basically branded with each other, all that’s missing are the rings probably

Adam would be having every excuse to flaunt those nails tho. He flashes them when he’s holding anything and everything. Micheal is more subtle, he just stops wearing his gloves as much.

[devils-little-sista]

Honestly I think Nico should have died at the end of BoO—hear me out ok just hear me out—and been a martyr figure for a while about a year and then somehow come back just before Tower of Nero and he’s there with Apollo the whole book hanging out with the trogs and kicking Nero’s ass.

It’s just that literally everything in BoO is foreshadowing Nico’s death. Hades’s whole speech about how “some deaths can not / should not be prevented”.

Nico having that dream about Ella reciting that line from the sybline books “the fall of the sun / the final verse”. Because that’s the next prophecy Nico will be apart of and also when Nico makes the big announcement that’s he’s alive again / came back from the dead / is immortal now.

It’s just that there is so much more foreshadowing into Nicos death and martyrdom beyond these points it’s insane. If BoO was fresher in my mind I would be going on about it for eternity.

I mean I kinda understand why Rick wanted to keep him alive because he didn’t want to buy into the whole “bury your gays” trope. But he could have done something like he did with Leo’s last chapter to show that even tho he’s dead Nicos not gone and that he’s still going to be part of the series whilst being a martyr and he may be back in the future.

Maybe Hades makes him immortal. I think that would fit best because of the parallels between Apollo just loosing his immortality and going through hell trying to get it back and then here’s Nico flaunting his fresh shiny new immortality with no idea what he’s doing with it.

Or Maybe Nico come back earlier than ToN because Jason did the Orpheus/Eurydice deal. And maybe when Jason dies Nico does the Orpheus/Eurydice deal so they’re both back from the dead there kicking Neros ass. That would be fun to see.

Side notes: it would be heart breaking if Nico gave Hazel the skull ring right before he leaves with the statue. And she doesn’t want to take it but she does.

And double heart breaking if she refuses to take the ring because she believes Nico will survive this and the ring is going to stay with him.

Triple heart breaking if Hazel doesn’t take the ring or if he can’t get to her in time he asks Reyna or Percy or Jason or Frank to give her the ring for him right before he dies.

I think Percy would be the most heart breaking and the most fitting for this because of Bianca trying to give Nico the Hades figurine. Nico trying to give Hazel the ring that was a gift from their father. History repeating itself. Percy is shattered once again.

[luffyvace]

Zoro’s kisses headcanons

just some soft n fluffy zoro headcanons about how he kisses gender neutral reader ♡

(here ya go to everyone who voted him in the poll—once again- tysm for voting!)

for starters

even after multiple dates y’all still haven’t kissed yet

it wouldn’t be until a couple month into the actual relationship that you two would actually kiss

zoro doesn’t strike me as someone who would date for fun or boredom

why would he waste his time like that when he could spend his time training?

so let’s go into first kiss headcanons

first of all

hes not a pda man it would be somewhere private

he doesn’t wanna be teased by ero cook

and he also internally cringes at those sappy couples that kiss in public

he always looks away

so why would he want to do that himself?

so yeah y’all were either outside and 100% alone

or inside and alone

probably in your room or the crows nest

so yeah! since y’all were already a couple you were already pretty comfy with standing a little closer together

but what you didn’t expect

is for zoro to slowly inch closer to your face and gently place a kiss on your lips for a few seconds before pulling away

thats what caught you off guard

or maybe you saw it coming?

who knows

either way you were certainly happy to have such a romantic moment for once

you wrapped your arms around his waist and he draped his around your shoulders

it was sorta a side ways hug

you sat there in comforting silence as you continued doing whatever you were doing

from then on kisses slowly get more frequent

dont try in public at first though!

he doesn’t say it but you get the message that he’d prefer it in private

unless you like to mess with him

if you do then he knows you do it on purpose to annoy him

and it annoys him

he still loves you tho

but curse that erotic cook

at least he gets to flaunt his attractive s/o in his face

especially if your a feminine energy person

even if your more on the masculine or neutral side he’ll flaunt you because you look good

even if you don’t think so he thinks so

he doesn’t have a preferred type as far as looks

especially since he didn’t anticipate falling in love in the first place

but here you are

feeling his soft lips give you a slightly rougher kiss than normal, seeing as though it’s been two years

hes got his arms wrapped around your waist tight

you do the same around his neck

i miss you kisses are so romantic

anyway

i feel like after the time skip he would give them slightly more often

if your not into pda?

works for him!

if you are

he’d ask you to at least slow down around more crowded areas

he’s protective though

so he’ll place a quick kiss ontop your head/on your temple if your being hit on

zoro wouldn’t mind giving before bed kisses at all

especially since he’s more groggy and has less cares to give

his kisses are kinda rare, which makes them all the better when you receive them

<3

these are so cute i’m really happy with them :)

[temis-de-leon]

Day 20 - Kiss on the hand

Characters: Satan x gn!MC

25 kisses challenge Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: emotional intelligence chases Satan, but he's way too fast. Sudden and kind of inappropriate discussion of marriage, established relationship, Satan implied to be taller

A/N: I think this is ooc, but my brain decided to ✨stop✨, so here it is. I still like it, tho

.

“Is everything okay?”

“Hm?”

MC usually liked when Satan fixed his eyes on them. His stare almost had an academic feeling to it, like he was actually observing and trying to answer questions only he knew, but MC never found themselves being scrutinized. He still looked at them with care and fascination and the glint his eyes wore whenever they shared a moment of comfortable silence reminded them of the human sea and the sunrays bouncing on the water surface.

It was a feeling of being home that only he could bring and MC was far too happy indulging in it.

But this time was different.

He was blushing, distracted by a thought in his mind that, judging by his face, was a rather embarrassing one. He mumbled, shook his head and blushed even more. Was he… arguing with himself?

They had to admit, Satan had been acting strange the whole night. Keeping them close, but not engaging in conversation, holding their chin and staring at their lips, but not kissing them. Showing off their relationship before his peers, flaunting MC’s accomplishments with pride without looking at them.

It wasn’t anger, no, Mc would’ve known had that been the case.

Satan was embarrassed about something. Something involving them.

But what?

“What do you mean?” he asked, interrupting their thoughts.

A horrible liar, he was, cheeks tainted in a deep red and voice strained.

“You haven’t looked at me for hours and now you can’t stop staring”

“Why, can’t I appreciate my partner’s beauty?”

A faint flash of aggravation crossed his features and MC was quick to smile and cup his face.

“Something’s been on your mind” they said gently, enjoying the softness of his skin “What is it?”

The song suddenly changed to an ever slower one and he made sure to discretely move them to the farthest corner of the venue. The bride and the groom, both friends of Satan, walked to the centre of the dancefloor amongst cheers and applauses, the very few lights of the room soon focusing on the newlywed couple and leaving the guests surrounded by darkness. Even though it was a warm summer night, MC hugged Satan’s waist and swayed to the music, smiling when he brought them closer and rested his cheek on their head.

“So?”

MC felt him sigh against their chest.

“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t forgot. It’s just… them”

He slightly turned his face, probably looking at his friends, and MC felt their heart give a violent jump. What was he actually talking about?

“Relax, MC” he said when he senses their tensed body, but that didn’t calm their nerves. Their fingers were tingling, cold sweat running down their back and the uneasiness making them tremble.

Please, please, tell them Satan wasn’t going to propose to them during his friends’ wedding.

“I hope your reaction doesn’t mean you reject the idea of marrying me”

They moved away just enough to be able to look at each other, his breath still reaching them. It had a faint smell of alcohol and MC deeply hoped his words weren’t being fuelled by the influence, though he’d been acting weird since the beginning of the night, before they started drinking.

His apprehensive gaze reminded them he had implied a very important question.

“This is the first time you’ve even mentioned marriage” they said, immediately clarifying themselves to not give the wrong impression “Not that I’m saying no, but this is… this is something!”

Despite talking in whispers, the sincerity and borderline ridiculousness of the conversation brought the attention of a couple of guests. Thankfully, it wasn’t enough to catch the wedding party’s eye, but MC still looked at their boyfriend in panic.

“Yes, I agree, this isn’t the best moment, but I couldn’t get it out of my head”

The seriousness in his voice dried MC’s mouth. They wanted to be mad at him for bringing up such a serious topic in the worst possible scenario, but a part of them jumped in joy at the prospect of being with him forever. Of an official paper signed by Lord Diavolo making it clear to the rest of the world.

“Forgive me, MC, I shouldn’t have talked about it here and now”

He sighed once more, lifting their hand to his lips and kissing the back softly. His eyes stopped at their ring finger for a brief moment and MC’s breath hitched once more.

They didn’t talk much more for the rest of the party, too tired from all the dancing and the socializing and the discussing about potentially spending the rest of their lives together.

But they held each other and they kissed each other and, once they finally got home, they sat down on his bed and talked, not stopping until both of their faces hurt from smiling.

.

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Taglist: @ourfinalisation  @owlisbuffering  @chizukimp4  @ravenredwine @darkflowerav  @craftysclown @mehkers

[strawb3rryshake]

how dps boys react to getting complimented

Based on this post i found on pinterest :D

(i skipped stick i’m sorry stick fans)

meeks getting called pretty:

- he’s probably used to it considering how much he looks like his mama and it’s definitely not the first time he’s heard this

- and he knows how to accept a compliment like a normal person

- probably still smiles a lot and thinks about it afterwards

neil getting called cute:

- also can accept compliments like a functioning member of society

- kinda just grins at you when he says thank you, he’d probably give you a nice compliment back

- moves on with his day and doesn’t really think much of it

- bet he wishes it was todd who said it tho

cameron getting called cute:

- acts like he doesn’t care about the compliment but thinks about it for hours afterwards

- he probably doesn’t get a lot of compliments so it’s a big ego boost and he spends extra time in front of the mirror the next day (much to everyone’s annoyance)

- i feel like he would have preferred “handsome” or something else instead but he’s not gonna complain

charlie getting called hot:

- you expected this answer, i expected this answer, everyone expected this answer

- he probably winks at whoever gave him the compliment or bites his lip or does something dumb and flirtatious

- he flaunts the compliment a little bit to the others but after that he doesn’t think much of it

todd getting called pretty:

- he never expects to receive compliments anyway, but to be called PRETTY? he’s dead. deceased. look at what you’ve done.

- his face turns red and he thinks about it so much after and it embarrasses him every time it pops into mind

- he’d still manage to mumble some sort of thank you once he recovers

pitts getting called cute:

- never really receives compliments, much less ones like THAT.

- stammers a lot and suddenly he doesn’t know where to put his limbs and he just feels so awkward about it (he appreciates it tho i swear)

- probably tells meeks about it but after that he doesn’t think about it too much

knox getting called hot:

- for as much of the forward, hopeless romantic type he is, this was entirely unexpected

- handsome, sure. he’d even take “cute” and be able to react normally. he wasn’t prepared for this one tho

- personal hc that he’s the type of person who can flirt but can’t handle being flirted with

[biscuitsngravie]

gangsta fairytale (shanks x reader)

cw/tw: mafia/gang setting, age gap (shanks 39, reader 22), fem reader, kidnapping (brief), not exactly a sugar daddy but he we love extravagant flauntings of wealth & financial security, smut lol, piv sex, size kink (he’s 6’6 like cmon LMAO), exhibitionism, we cum inside cause its fun inside, breeding kink, dacryphillia, nickname for reader is “buttercup, and pretty girl” unprotected sex, slightly public sex? Smol mention, belly bulge

part 2 -- part 3

At a club on a thursday night cause you wanted to go, but your friends aren’t free till the weekend and you couldn’t wait. But of course that means it’s mostly a sausage party even tho girls get in free before ten cause it’s still a thursday. And every sausage in the party wants your attention

You’re at the bar nursing a drink wondering why you even came and start debating to leave when a very not sleezy looking guy comes up to you and asks “you wanna know my favorite number?” right before leaning way too close to whisper in your ear “69” before you can even turn to scowl at him

Shanks who grabs the hand that’s about to grab your waist (unbeknownst to you) and leans down to ask the guy “you wanna know my favorite number?” his voice is so heavy you can feel the vibration in your own chest despite the blaring music. You turn around to see an absolute tree of a man and you don’t know if your fight or flight or fuck is kicking in

The guy scurries off cause like….its fucking shanks

Instead of being a bigger fish to outsleeze the guy he asks if you’re alright. You just kinda nod and give a half-assed “yeah” with your eyes mostly down and away from him. He just nods back and taps the bar as he gets ready to leave going “well be safe out here” and it’s that that has you asking him to stay. You insist you wanna buy him a drink and it’s not too hard to convince him to stay for free alcohol so he does.

He compliments your fit casually and is your face warm? No, it’s the alcohol silly. You start talking about all the annoying guys here and how “uncouth” they are (he raises his eyebrows at that one) as you just complain about how “there’s piss in the dating pool.” you wonder if you’ll just have to find the “least shitty” person and settle with them

He starts talking less as you enter your tirade. Eyeing you down and going “well if you don’t mind hanging out with this old fart, i can show you how we did dating back in the day.” you try to give him your snapchat but he doesn’t have it and can’t work it even when you get him to download it, so you just give him your number instead

He tells you to shoot him a text that you got home safe and you think it’s cheesy but you do it anyway

The date is super nice, he takes you to this really nice cafe you’ve been meaning to go to. It’s kinda strange cause the menu doesn’t have prices so it’s hard to choose (being a college student and all) but he assures you he’ll cover the bill and to eat your heart out. After that he takes you on a ferry ride and talks about history on every part of the waterfront. It’s then that you find out he’s in love with the sea and the taste of adventure, but he’s (mostly) settled down nowadays. You hope you can go on an adventure with him one day

You two spend a lot of time talking together (you mostly about your classes and professor drama, him mostly about his adventures in his youth, it’s then that he tells you he’s 39) and spend the waning hours of daylight shoreside, and as the sun sets he maps out the stars for you

“Not to be too forward, but i’d love to steal more of your time.”

So you guys go on another date. And another. And an—

Part of you wonders if/when he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend, but you don’t wanna do the “what are we?” talk, so instead you do your best to enjoy whatever it is you do have. No matter how many times he grabs you by the chin to face him when you’re looking off into the distance asking “what’s up, buttercup?” you just give the same variation of nothing answers. He knows what you want, but he’s scared to give it to you cause of who he is. If only you knew.

You’re walking down the street one day and try to ignore the scurrying behind you. You knew you should’ve left the library earlier, as the days are getting shorter, but the project is due this friday and—

You can’t even scream properly since they cover your mouth first. Your keys are between your fingers, but they grabbed your wrists at the same time. You’re blindfolded and gagged, delicately (as possible) placed in the backseat of a car. They keep saying how perfect you are for their boss and a bag of rocks drops from your stomach to your ass 

They take you inside a building, up an elevator and blah blah blah, they take your blindfold off and “present” you to their…

“Shanks!”

“Watch your mouth!” one of them is about to smack you for the disrespect but shanks stops him with a raise of his hand and gives a sign to untie you. You run to him on his ridiculously fancy chair and hop in his arms crying about how these guys kidnapped you and were going to send you to some creep

He asks if you’re hurt, his frown lines pressed into his face as he realizes how bad you’re trembling. He holds you close when you look at him with tears in your eyes, wobbly lips, and a shaky voice saying you’re fine. 

If looks could kill, the pair would’ve been incinerated on the spot. But they can’t. So shanks sends them away for a more effective method. They’re never seen again.

It’s then that he says he tells you that he’s the boss. You don’t understand at first until he explains that he’s “inherited” the title since the passing of his father as the crowned prince of the organization

While you’re trying to process it, he explains that that’s why he never asked you to become official with him. That and he didn’t wanna “steal your youth” away from you. But after you beg to stay with him despite it all, he sighs and says he has to be a “real man and stop pussyfitting around.” you’re his girl, and he should’ve been man enough to admit it and take care of you like he should have

Yall are official now. :)

@honeeslust here ya go!

[marvelous-slut]

Bad Girlfriend - Happy Lowman x reader

Y’all. I’m back. I’m rewatching sons and I can’t contain myself. I LOVE THIS MAN. And I love ALL OF YOU. Life’s been busy, haven’t wrote in months but I come back to see the love y’all have given me even tho I’ve been MIA? Y’all are AWESOME. Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. Hopefully these can be a regular thing.

Trigger Warnings - minors DNI. Go far away. Smut. Angry sex. Cheating. Wrote this on my iPhone notes and didn’t proof read it the best, sue me.

“Hales a lucky bastard. I mean look, how’s a woman with such a nice rack with a guy like him? Total dork. Must be for some kind of show. Has to be.” Tig says as he thinks Happy heard all his words. Happy stopped listening after the first sentence. He turns to Tig, confusion plastered all over his face.

“What?”

“You know, it’s just weird seeing a hot chick with a nerd.”

“No, the first part.” Happy says, getting annoyed with Tig.

“Oh! Hale, yeah? That’s Hales old lady, Unsers niece, well more like a daughter he raised her, and you’re not listening.” He finishes as Happy stands up to go confront you. He wasn’t one to let emotions get the best of him, but when a taken woman was basically throwing herself onto him every time she saw him, he needed to know what was going on. Teach her a lesson.

You say with Jax, Clay and Unser. You’d went with Unser to make sure he was okay, the man practically raised you. It was hard watching cancer rip him away. There was more to it, you enjoyed being around the club. It gave you a thrill, watching these men and their old ladies, watching how they destroyed anything that dared step in the way of them and their women, them and their brother hood.

Truth is, it was easier being with David. It made things smooth, he was a nice guy, Unser cared for him. There was just something that didn’t do it for you with him, you couldn’t tell if it was the vanilla sex, or the rumors you’d kept hearing about him eating some ATF woman’s pussy on the clock. Either way, running from chaos never worked for you, and that was evident with the familiar face of Happy Lowman come to you and grabbed your arm away from the group as they were conversing among themselves. Happy had become someone in the MC you enjoyed, you liked the way he carried himself. How people were afraid to even look at him the wrong way. The way his gun hung off his hip. He was everything that your boyfriend was not and it drove you insane. He drug you to his room despite your protest, he gets you inside and shuts the door locking it behind him.

“What is this about?” You ask, confused as to why you’d been drug away.

“What are you doing? Trying to get intel out of me.” He backs you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. “Come in here flaunting your shit all over me, whole time you have an old man at home? A cop none the less.”

“It’s not like that.” You begin, Happy chuckles and pushes into you further. The two of your bodies no longer having any room in between.

“Tell me what it’s like then? Cop not get the job done for you?” You feel your skin crawling, in the best way possible. Also, a little fear crept in. As much as you liked Happy and seeing him, you knew he was dangerous.

“He doesn’t.” You let out softly, he grabs your face and places his lips onto yours harshly. Almost as if he’d needed this like you did. He pulls you back from the wall and lays you down on his bed instead.

Happy knew he had you right where he wanted you, and right where you wanted him. He spreads your legs as far as they will go, he’s on his knees in-between them. His hands go to your thighs, under you dress. He finds your entrance covered by a wet laced fabric. He runs his fingers up and down the sorry excuse of fabric that covered your wet folds. You moan softly, he pushes them to the side and shoves a finger into you with no warning. You arch your back, hoping he’d get the hint to add another finger. His finger is covered with your wetness.

“Happy.” You moan out, leaning your head up to make eye contact with him. He’s still in his kutte which makes your pussy pulse even more for him.

“Beg.” He lets out, moving his finger slowly in and out of you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to give me more, fuck me with your fingers.” You keep eye contact with him, he still hasn’t moved any faster or added any digits. You sigh, throwing your head back. “Finger fuck me, please Happy. Please, I’m begging you.” He is a bit more satisfied with this response as he adds another finger, pushes himself over top of you, keeping his fingers inside you. He’s hovering over you now, a hand in your hair tugging it lightly. You moan, closing your eyes. The pleasure from his fingers was enough and he knew that, he pushed you to your limit and then he stops.

“I don’t think cheating whores deserve to cum.” He says, licking his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. You’re desperate now, you grab him by his Kutte, slamming your lips onto his like a greedy bitch. You move your hands down to his belt, undoing it as you pull away to kiss his neck.

“Maybe I don’t, but you do.” You whisper to him, he feels the heat from your mouth on his ear. He pushes you back onto the bed, ripping your dress over your head, leaving you exposed to the cold air. He rips his shirt off, then his jeans and boxers all in one motion. He slams his cock into you with no warning, you let out a moan as he begins pumping himself in and out of you. You feel like you’re being fucked into his mattress. You gasp loudly as he begins rubbing your clit, you felt fuzzy in the brain. You couldn’t believe you were doing this to yourself, to Happy, to David? You reach a hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure of him drilling inside of you is becoming harder to contain. He rips your hands away, pinning them above your head as he continues ramming into you.

“No. You don’t get to be quiet. I want everyone to know what’s happening. I want them to know I’m fucking Hales old lady. Making you take me, what do you think he’d think? A dirty biker fucking his innocent girlfriend?” He asks, his face is driving you crazy, he has his eyes shut head tilted to the ceiling enjoying this moment too much.

“Oh my god Happy.” You scream out loud enough anyone around could hear. “Fuck. Fuck.” You moan out, your arms still pinned above your head. He bends down, licking the side of your neck, biting it softly yet rough enough it would leave a mark. “Oh god Happy. I can’t ever get off with him. Please let me cum. Please.” You plead with him, sadly what you told Happy wasn’t a lie at all. Most times it was a 7 minute fuck and a fake orgasm to get David off of you.

“Not surprising. You need a real man to do that.” He finally lets go of your hands, moving one of his to your throat grasping it gently. He moves the other back to your clit, giving you chills all over your body. “Good thing you’ve got me inside of you right now. Good thing you can obey like a good girl too.” With the final words, you feel your eyes roll back in your head. You arch your back, bracing yourself for the first orgasm you’d had with a man and not a toy or your own fingers in years.

“God damn it.” You scream out, feeling yourself release around him. You feel your face flush, he notices and it’s enough to send him over as well. “Fuck.” He mutters, releasing himself into you. You lay there on his bed, feeling light headed from the mind blowing orgasm you just received. Happy stands up, cleaning himself up. He throws your clothes onto the bed.

“May want to clean up before you go back to your old man.” With that, he throws on a shirt and leaves the room. You lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling, realizing what has been done can’t be undone.

The chaos you tried to avoid would ensue before you knew it.

[judeswhore]

Ok imagine one of your friends being excessively over the top when around Jude, and your like not really paying attention to her but she just won’t quit, she keeps on trying flaunt herself around him, but Jude really doesn’t care lol. So y’all are at your house and so are your friends and it’s movie night and you and Jude are underneath a blanket while your friends share another, you can feel your friends eyes in your direction but don’t look back just watching the movie. But in your head your like ‘let’s give her something to watch’ so you move your hand up Jude’s thigh and just palm him, he knows where this is going but it’s hella dark in the room so he’s. All for it. Just getting him off during the movie and he’s whimpering into your neck and controlling your hand movements 🤭.

Thoughts?

this made my stomach do the thing🤭she’s like borderline obsessed w him to the point she flirts constantly even tho he always turns her away or ignores her, follows him around when ur all together, makes comments abt him when ur right there like she’s overall not the best person but she’s been in ur group for so long u don’t really know what to say. but you’ve been getting sick of it recently bc more than once you’ve caught her touching him and making comments abt u and ur just tired of her being so disrespectful towards ur relationship. so movie night comes around and u and jude are snuggled up together as usual, a blanket over ur laps while the rest of ur friends are scattered around the room and she’s sat where she can have the perfect view of jude just like always. so u decide to put on a little show since she wants to stare so much. starting by just making out w him a little and he’s more than happy abt that, laughing a little into ur mouth bc “they’re gna hate us” but he’s kissing u a little bit harder. rubbing his thigh under the blanket but not getting close to his dick and that kinda frustrates him so he’s grabbing ur wrist and guiding ur hand into his shorts all “i know ur trying to piss her off, so do it properly” bc he knows how mad u are at her for the way she’s acting. so jude’s just letting u get him off and it’s all slow and lazy, his fingers wrapped around urs so he can guide u bc he wants it to be slow :(( he’s kissing u before burying his face into ur neck when he cums, whimpering so softly into the skin bc he doesn’t wna get caught but the whole time ur friends watching and ur holding her gaze while jude literally shakes next to u🤭🤭and she’s fully glaring at u and all u can do it laugh a little, turning to jude and making a joke abt the mess he’s made and he’s all “shame u cant clean it up” and after that ur friend literally refuses to be near the two of u again

[localplaguenurse]

i agree w your last post abt pant bc i always thought he'd be the type to propose right away. if you like him and he likes you, that's enough for him, he'd want to get marry as soon as possible (unless you wanted to wait). it's mainly bc i simply can't see him as a "boyfriend"– he's a husband if you get what i mean lol

i do think he'd want a big, extravagant wedding just to flex tho (again, unless you wanted something smaller but even then you'd have to compromise and still let him flex a little lol)

No no absolutely, he hates being called a “boyfriend.” Well, he doesn’t hate being your boyfriend, but it just sounds silly to him. It’s either lover, partner or husband for him, boyfriend just... doesn’t fit his whole vibe.

I think personally, his thoughts on getting married was that he doesn’t need to overdo it. Just sign the paperwork and you’re done, he doesn’t need a wedding. Then he actually gets into a relationship, he actually gets engaged, and the idea of having a wedding becomes more and more appealing. The thought of you getting all dolled up, writing vows, wanting to have a full on celebration for the two of you, flaunting each other around, it gets to him much more than he thought it would.

I think he’d write a set of vows just for the ceremony, but wouldn’t share his real vows in front of so many people. Even at his own wedding, he still hates being so vulnerable in front of people, so he’ll share his real vows with you in private.

Now, if you agreed to a courthouse wedding, that’s fine and dandy. He’s just going to spoil you extra hard at the honeymoon.

[alaskan-wallflower]

I wanna know what each of the gang would do in a dress

Hm…

Pony would probably be PISSED. Y’know in A Christmas Stroy when Ralphie was in the bunny costume? (Idk if any of you have seen this movie-) but yeah. He was like that. He would probably hate it. He feels like a sissy and “not tuff”, and he honestly doesn’t look too hot in it. Cream is his color tho.

Soda doesn’t give a shit. He would probably be a bit uncomfortable at first but pretty soon he’s flaunting around in it. He doesn’t care what he’s wearing, as long as he looks pretty, he’s happy. He looks best in purple ones honestly

You will never, EVER catch Darry in a dress. Darry takes his reputation and masculinity VERY seriously and if you managed to convince him even for a MINUTE to wear it, you’re going to have him sprinting to his room to change, blushing like nobody’s business. He looks best in light blue

Johnny is like Pony. He takes looking tuff VERY seriously and hates anything but. He would honestly not put a dress on if he was stripped naked in the dead of winter. But if you somehow get Pony in, you’ll get Johnny in. He hates every minute of it though. He looks best in dark red.

Catch a blow to the head before you catch Dallas Winston in a dress. Even if you strap him down he under no circumstances will wear a dress. Ever. He would look good in a white one tho honestly. But it’s Two Bits sister who wants him to do it and he will never EVER admit it but he has a soft spot for her. So he does it for a second but he threatens her by saying if she “tells anyone, she’s dead meat 😡”

Two-Bit plays dress up with his sister all the time. His sister dresses him up as a fairy, a princess, whatever she can. He’s such a good big brother tho that he doesn’t care. (she probably made them all play dress up with her which is why they’re all in this mess) and Two Bit looks awesome in cyan. He flaunts around because he’s either drunk or he’s just like that in general (he doesn’t play with his sister when he’s drunk tho)

Steve and Soda are two peas in a pod. Steve was like “No. Aboslutely not. Don’t give me the puppy eyes, kid-no, don’t start with the tears-DONT GET TWO BIT INVOLVED” but in the end it was Soda who convinced him. He’s kinda grumpy throughout the whole thing but Soda is happy so he is too. Soda plays a bit too into the role tho and he jokingly called Steve pretty. He let it get to his head and flaunted around after that. He looks best in dark blue.

Please feel free to submit headcanons or something!! I’d be more than happy to listen or comply!!!

[toiletwipes]

cry for absolution - episode two

vampire!wilbur x reader - 4.3k - AO3

warnings: typical vampire shenanigans, jared is an asshole

notes: mmmmmmm smooth brain rn, enjoy tho

<;- previous episode -> masterlist

taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @lillylvjy @mosslovestherain @burification @sweet-soot @saccharinesunset

The click of the door shutting is louder than the heart beating in your ears, what with Wilbur being the one to shut the door. You can only watch him while you’re sitting on the bed, holding your arms close to your torso, your nails digging into your exposed skin.

Nothing is said in the first few moments, just Wilbur taking in the room and your observations of him doing so. Truthfully, he acts like he’s never seen this room before, but with how old he is and how many familiars he has had, it’s hard to believe such an act. His hands slide from his sides to pat his legs, puttering with his lips. Avoiding a conversation. You would begin to wonder if he was about to fire you but considering a few minutes ago, he defended- well, it’s not your honor but he still defended you, even if it was over something so trivial as being his familiar. You’re quick to adjust your opinion on it, the business of being a familiar is anything but trivial.

His voice comes out so quick, you’re startled when he speaks, “I want to say that what Jared was saying was completely unacceptable and that he shouldn’t have said that at all to you. He has a horrible habit of trying to harass my familiar and I should’ve taken measures against him entirely. And for the lack of any preparation for him, or for what you’ve gone through in the last few hours, I am sorry.” Half of the words didn’t process, and you almost lost the apology itself in the messy string of words but you caught it still.

“I… appreciate the apology. But you’re right, it was-... -it was cruel to toss me in and expect me to know how to manage all- all of this.” He nods and this time, he’s able to look towards you. You’re still on the fence of whether or not you should be looking at him at all but you risk a glance, catching him staring right at you.

He’s still so, so pretty, your mind sighs, and your eyes dart back down, reaching to pick at a loosely-flying thread on your pants, maybe he’ll be kind enough to let you stare longer, let you have the privilege that he so easily flaunts. Feeling particularly dangerous, going against the guide, you look up for a second time and you’re happy to see that he doesn’t hurt you, doesn’t reprimand you for looking once, then twice. He almost looks… satisfied. Almost. 

“I know I didn’t get to finish sweeping, did you want me to do that after we’re done talking…” you trail , when he waves you off, mumbling about how you shouldn’t worry about that for now and under his breath it sounds like he forgot something when he snaps his fingers and gasps..

“I almost forgot,” he says, his smile widening, “here’s a card. Use it to get whatever you need.” His hand disappears into the breast pocket right below his heart and pulls out a small envelope.

You feel you must look dumb for blankly staring, blinking at the offered hand, and upon realizing that, your fingers grab it with the utmost care you could muster. Sliding your finger down the sealed part, you fiddle with the envelope till a card, shiny and new, drops into your lap. 

Looking over it, you don’t even realize what you’re saying until Wilbur stiffens hearing the words falling off of your tongue, “Does that mean I get to go outside, like off the property?”

“This isn’t- you’re not a prisoner. You’re my familiar.” He says with a frown as if that made any clear difference.

“You never really, actually explained, in full detail, what that means, you know.” You say as you hold the card up to the light, struck by just how new it appears. It’s cold to the touch, smooth contrasting the raised numbers on the card, still, you could trick yourself you could feel a faux heat emitting from the card, as if fresh from the printer.

“Right, as I’ve said, that’s my mistake.” He clears his throat and is unable to look at you again. And with him looking away, you feel it's okay to look at him now. Especially the sides of his face, truth be told, you don’t think you could ever be bored looking at him. He’s pleasant in the eyes, how are you supposed to defend yourself? Besides when his eyes move back over to your face and you hold eye contact with him, he doesn’t reprimand you. Doesn’t say anything, only holds it. Then he smiles. A win is a win.

“So since I can go, do you need anything from the store?” Wilbur is quickly sent to shock when he sees you slide only a thin jacket over your arms and your sandals on your feet.

“Now- you’re going to go now?” He follows you to the door.

You turn to him, hand on the handle as you give him a dubious look, “I’m going to get snacks, I won’t be out for long.” And true to his word, he doesn’t shackle your ankles to the house, even if for a split moment he looks like he’s close to doing so. He lets you out of the house and waves bye and everything. But even then, on the way to the gas station, you feel someone’s eyes on you. The worst part is you’re unsure if the beholder of the eyes are kind or not. Your gut tells you to be careful.

The nearest gas station isn’t far, just three blocks, a brisk walk in the fall night air that washes away the day. It’s relaxing to listen to the sound of your footsteps and the steady intake and exhale of your breath. It’s normal besides for when you feel pulled to look behind you, just to check if that ever present feeling of being watched is in fact someone following you. 

Every time you find the space behind you on the sidewalk to be empty as the ominous sight of your new home fades into the distance. 

When you get to the gas station it feels almost strange how normal it is, so separate from your new world of grandiose paintings and hiding bodies. You never thought the buzzing of fluorescent lighting would be comforting. The cashier flashes you a tired smile before returning to scrolling on her phone, idly pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. You pick out a few things, foods you know you would eat, ramen that could be considered a meal enough, and a Gatorade from the fridge that leaves your skin wet with condensation. 

“Will that be all?” the front counter lady asks you as you push your arms full worth of stuff to her.

“Yep,” you chirp, fumbling to fish out Wilbur’s card from your worn wallet. You look at the piece of plastic again, it feels slightly like you are stealing. When you look back up the cashier is waiting for you expectantly and you mumble an apology before paying with a small thank you. 

“Have a good night,” she says, handing you the bags full of food with a raised brow. 

“You too!” you say, pretending like you weren’t being just a bit strange. It still feels nice to talk to a normal breathing person, one you can assume doesn’t believe in vampires. You sigh when you leave though, the knowledge unknowingly weighing on you? It’s stupid, the way it seems your new job has changed your perspective on life. You wonder if bigfoot is real, if mummies are? You are almost certain that Mothman is, it just makes sense. 

‘Home’ doesn’t seem appealing as you wander your way to a bench, settling down with your companion in the shape of your groceries beside you as you crack open the previously bought Gatorade. Your brain swims with questions, with possibilities that allude you. Your new life is confusing but you can’t bring yourself to hate it even if deep down you think you should. 

You still feel watched as you get up and mosey your way back to your broom closet of a room. When you get home no one greets you but for that you are thankful. You stuff the various snacks you bought into the trunk under your bed. You assume it’s as good a place as any. You can’t help but collapse into the shitty mattress and fall asleep. 

That itching feeling of being watched ends up returning every time you leave the house during the night, two weeks pass and it persists.  You guess you wouldn’t put it past Wilbur to make sure you are behaving? But two weeks seemed like overkill to you and more than just slightly unsettling, so you focused on leaving during the day. Wilbur usually gave you a small list of things to do during the hours of light, but so far the tasks remained mundane, more cleaning and organizing, fruitless things such as reorganizing the bookshelf. 

Sometimes they delved darker, cleaning up messes of blood that were not there one second but were the next. Red that trailed down the walls and pooled on the wooden floors, scarlet just barely staining the dark rug in the library, and vermillion on the unused kitchen floor. 

You had read more of the manual besides Roger’s advice to turn away from it. You laughed as it detailed which urban legends of vampires were true. Yes, they had to be invited in but no, they do not sparkle in the sun. Yes, they can turn into bats? I guess you would have to wait to see that. Yes, they could not see themselves in mirrors, silver burned their skin, and the sun would burn them. You raised your brow as the manual seemed to insist you find virgins? for your Master. You reread the page again and again searching for some clarity on why but found no such answer. It made you feel kind of gross so you sought out Roger, the man of, you assume, infinite knowledge. 

“Roger?” you ask quietly, carefully tapping him on the shoulder, disturbing his own cleaning regimen that seemed simultaneously more in-depth but also less work than yours. 

“Hm?” he asks, tilting his head at your sudden want to speak. 

“Can I ask you some more questions, just been reading the manual and-” he cuts you off. 

“No need to explain, what it is?” he asks and suddenly you feel heat in your cheeks. 

“Virgins, why, uhm, why could that possibly be relevant ooo-or,” 

“They taste better,” he says simply, turning back to his chore. 

“Like their blood?” you clarify even though you don’t know any other possibilities for the answer to that question. He nods without looking at you, carefully rearranging the mantle place. You wince slightly as the knowledge runs over you. It’s partly because maybe this endangers you in the workplace. I mean, there is no way it works like that, that they taste better? You shiver slightly and nod to yourself, wringing your fingers as the time passes by silently until you turn, putting one foot after the other. Roger watches you walk away intently, it makes your skin crawl even if just for a moment. 

You guess you have to find virgins now? The manual said you were responsible for bringing your Master food, and you couldn’t deny the fact that bringing breathing, thinking people to a house to die didn’t make you feel good. 

Wilbur hadn’t asked you yet anyway. 

Maybe your virgin blood, you wince, can be a kinda, last resort, though it may get you into some hot water, mainly death. You let out a heavy sigh.

You used the daytime when you were awake to escape the sometimes oppressive atmosphere within the house, to feel sunlight on your skin. Usually, you just walked, ran errands to get more hydrogen peroxide and cleaning supplies. Today, though, you decided to go out to eat and use the last of the money left on your card to treat yourself to something that wasn’t ramen. 

You didn’t go anywhere fancy, another destination within walking distance, a place with bar food and a welcoming enough atmosphere you could sit down and feel normal for a moment. You didn’t expect to see anyone you knew and yet it seemed fate had other plans for you. 

“Y/n?” someone asks and you can’t help but turn to face them. “I thought that was you! I haven’t heard from you in like, forever! Have you fallen off the face of the earth or something?” Jess, a former coworker, you guess, and friend, asks in jest, a light laugh under her words as she invites herself to sit in the empty chair across from you. 

"I-," you stammer, flashes of burying bodies, scrubbing the red from wood and carpet. “I got a new job, keeps me really busy,” you say with a sheepish smile. She flashes a look of concern for a moment but it quickly passes. She doesn’t ask you what the job is, doesn’t even bother to pretend to be interested in your life beyond how it affects her. 

She talks about her new boyfriend, first dates and happiness you don’t have. She goes on and on about her dead-end desk job like it’s the most interesting thing in the world like you hadn’t lived it with her as her coworker just a few weeks ago. She details new clothes she bought, insignificant facets of her life, that by the time someone is asking if you’ve ordered you are quick to speak up. 

“I was actually just about to get going,” you say, mouthing an ‘i’m sorry’ to Jess, someone you are starting to think really isn’t a friend at all. You hurry out, savor the sound of the bell on the door, and find yourself realizing you don’t miss the mundane all that much. What were you before you were this? An office worker with no significance? At least helping people get killed made a difference in the world. You shook your head, condemned yourself back to that damned house, and sought out Wilbur when he finally woke. 

Maybe you were craving some sense of company, maybe you wanted to feel useful, or maybe you were lonely. 

It didn’t matter. 

Jared found you first though, sat beside you on that couch as you waited for Wilbur to exit his room. The sleazy vampire, an adjective that felt fair to you, was quick to run his hand up your leg. You yelped, moving away. 

“Jared,” you spat and he shrugged, sitting back. 

“Worth a shot, you looked contemplative,” he said and you rolled your eyes. You noticed his collar was dotted in what was likely blood. “You could be having a much better time with me, I’ll turn you in a month tops, doesn’t that sound nice?” your expression screws up into distaste as he speaks. Maybe that is what usually worked, dangling immortality like a carrot on a stick, but you weren’t all that interested in being a vampire in the first place. 

This was Jared's routine though, to savor those precious minutes where it could be just you and him. He would beg you to be his familiar, make you squirm just a little bit, then either walk off or Wilbur would appear to dissuade him. He was definitely your least favorite person (vampire?) in the house. 

It’s then that Wilbur calls you up to his room, and you flash Jared a quick feigned apologetic smile. Then you are quick to escape him, to bound up the stairs, and blink at Wilbur as he invites you into his own room. 

“I’d prefer if you waited inside when I am about to wake up,” he says as the door closes, his gaze intense yet words reminding you of waking up a child almost. 

“Oh, I just thought you would want space,” you mumble. 

“I’d prefer not actually, besides then you don’t need to see Jared just as he crawls out of his coffin, he has horrible hygiene… and manners that I can not apologize enough for,” you thought of Jared’s bloodied clothes and nodded, though you only later realized it might have been an attempt to make you laugh. Wilbur looked nice, even when he was just waking up like this. The back of his hair was slightly flat, it made you resist running your hand through it to fix it but that seemed rather unprofessional, your fingers twitching at your sides. 

“Do I look okay?” Wilbur is asking, all of a sudden he is just in front of you. It’s not abnormal for him to ask but the proximity shakes you. 

“Master, may I… fix your hair?” and the more you look the more the curly strands seem out of place, and it was your job after all, to be his mirror.

“Yes, go ahead,” he is quick to say. You carefully card your fingers through his hair, electing to ignore the way he can’t even look you in the eyes as you do it. You step back and admire your work but he remains stunned for a second, rebooting. 

“All done,” you smile “Do- do you have tasks for me today?” you ask with a tilt of your head and his eyes linger on you.

His mouth opens and a second later his voice comes out stilted, “it’s only a few things today.”

You think to yourself, perhaps vampires need a lesson on what few means, you’ve noticed that whenever the vampires in the house say the word like Wilbur had, it was never really what they meant. Or even what you thought they meant. Maybe eternity takes a toll on their senses. You’re not entirely sure but whenever Wilbur means a few tasks, they last you until right before he goes back to sleep, ready to skip the sun and spend the day in his coffin.

Sweep and mop the foyer and living room, wash and fold the laundry, tend to the flowers outside with his name staked next to them, assemble the furniture he ordered from the internet. Such as those are never few and are never small tasks. You don’t mind it too much, especially when it could be worse. (Like finding new, virgin, bodies for him to drain, surprisingly, he hasn’t asked you that in the time you’ve been here. You’re almost curious. Then you remember how easily it could’ve been you and you’re content to remain in the unknown.)

Kicking your sneakers off and slipping into your garden boots, you step into the moonlit garden, purveying the area and searching for his name. Surprisingly, he hadn’t asked you to tend to the plants till now but it’s a new day and you’re not burying bodies, so you don’t mind at all. The dirt crunches under your boots, and you pass through all sorts of green and glowing plants, noting that most of them are under Techno’s care. You half-wonder if the vampire himself tends to them or if he has Roger to care for them, only to find the answer yourself. The man with pink hair, pulled off of his shoulder and a hat to top it off, the intense gaze from before, seems smaller in the loose shirt and plain pants, boots like yours. 

“Wilbur has you out here?” He asks, his voice lilting as he turns from the plants to look between you and the house. You nod. “Then you know to only work on the ones with his name?” You nod again. “Okay. Get to work then.” Somehow, despite being one of the more impressive people you’ve ever met, the interaction seemed… awkward. As if he wasn’t expecting to talk to anyone then. Can’t be helped. You suppose if you ever became a vampire you’d probably be just as much, if not more, awkward.

Your steps halt when you find the shed and while you’re not proficient in gardening you can still find the watering can and gloves. Slipping them on, you reach for the can when you recognize a smell emitting from the open hole in the top. You stand still, wondering if your nose is finally broken or if your brain read the signals right. You don’t gag so much as you wonder about the mechanics of it, recognizing the metallic and iron smell of blood in the can. With it being so dark, had you not smelt it, it would’ve been hard to spot the liquid.

Wandering away from the shed with the blood-watering can, you make your rounds, letting the blood coat the leaves and the petals, getting the soil a bit. You remember the instructions from the tiny book he leant you, remember the ardent stare you held as his fingers only grazed the top of your knuckles. You feel the memory in the heat of your cheeks and you sigh, moving on and on to the next plant.

Techno doesn’t talk all that much, and you’re not sure what he does with his plants and if he uses the blood too, but he doesn’t bother you like Jared does and you’re grateful for that much.

If you’re being honest, the tranquility of the night, combined with the gentle walk through various plants you’re sure would kill plenty of other humans in a heartbeat, and Techno, as silent and unnerving he might be, aids the peace you have carefully built in the last hour. Though after watering the plants, you’re not sure what to do, the vampire doesn’t offer advice and you can tell the book would erupt in flames if you tried talking to Techno unprompted. With that in mind though, it was a lovely chore, you take your time with putting the can and the gloves away, and seeing how it was left unlocked when you found it, that’s how you left it. The dirt pads your footsteps and Techno nods as you pass by, with a thought that maybe the outdated book had any wisdom to it at all. (Ahem, it did and it pertained to you, your face burns at the memory of both the conversation with Roger and reading the damn thing.)

You open the door, surprised to find the youngest of vampires standing with a curious look on his face. “Since when did you know how to garden?” He asks, moving to the side when you mumble pleasantries.

You hold onto the door frame as you shake your feet from the boot and slip into the comfort of your worn sneakers, humming as you thought on your answer, “since he asked me to. Now if you’ll excuse me, Tommy.” You nod your head, making your way to the stairs. He follows, questions falling out of his mouth as fast as you run out of breath walking up and answering them.

There’s a pause in your step as you reach the landing, you assume had there been another creature, not one of the night, following you, they’d crash into your back. Tommy, not particularly known for his graceful air, nearly crashed into your back. He managed to stop behind you on the last step, looking at you with two judgemental eyes and a prominent, albeit confused, frown. You pointedly ignore him. Looking around, you could smell the usual smell of iron. Your master, however, hadn’t woken up hungry.

Tommy also avoided your stare. The few seconds of silence though were enough for him to fess up. He was about to ask you himself but then you kept running away, in his words. And also in his words, he doesn’t have a familiar. Doesn’t need one but gave you the eyes whenever he asked for help.

So here you are, stuck burying another body. You can already see the dark, inky blue of the night fading to something softer. You lug the body into the hole as you think of different blues that matched the sky. Stomping the dirt down, royal and navy, to the beautiful sapphire… after those, you were stumped. The whole time between putting the shovel away and walking the distance to the door, you know, deep in your subconscious the sun was rising but you were so caught up in the names you end up mumbling to yourself, scraping your boots off with the doormat and swinging it open, “chartreuse isn’t blue, it’s like purple, isn’t it?” And in your mumbling and thoughts, you were distracted. Distracted and had let the sunrise blast through the back of the living room. Exactly where Jared had been lurking for the past twenty minutes as he watched you throw the last bit of dirt in.

When you finally shut the door all the way and slipped your boots off, you turn to see ashes spread out in an uneven pile behind you, with the staircase holding three gobsmacked vampires and a slightly pleased familiar. You, without the better knowledge that the ashes could've been someone at some point, had outwardly groaned and loudly complained. “You guys, I just- I literally swept and mopped this area an hour ago!”

“That- that was Jared.” Tommy pointed a finger at the ashes.

Your brows furrow. “No it's not, come off it. He’s in his room, sulking ‘cause I wouldn’t talk to him.”

“He’s not going to be talking to you anymore, it seems.” Techno says and Tommy’s cheeks inflate as he tries to hold back puffs of laughter.

“Wilbur?” The vampire himself didn’t say anything, looking far too pleased with this outcome. “Wilbur, tell me I did not just kill Jared.”

“Technically speaking—” a smile grows on him, far too genuine and pretty for someone finding a rather morbid scene, “— he was already dead when he turned into a vampire.”

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒 - 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft Bakugou; Ft Gang|Mafia; ft stolen|payback, cock-warming, fingering

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,482

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes jealous Bakugou. (yes, that’s a warning, lol) also technically infidelity/disloyalty, minimal use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: it’s up to your interpretation if you and Bakugou were actually dating or if you were just his good little cock sleeve or what have you, tho you are referred to as ‘his girl’ + Reader is mentioned to have a Shadow Quirk, though what that entails is left up to y’all :),,, Did I quote Yung Gravy? Yes. Yes I did. Am I ashamed? A little bit. Would I do it again? Oh fuck yes.

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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Hitoshi sat comfortably in his large chair at the head of the table, seemingly a throne in its own right. He waited smugly for his guest to arrive. Suddenly, he heard the telltale sign of his guest’s aggravated pounding on his door. Hitoshi nodded at Denki to answer the door, knowing that him answering the door would piss his guest off even more.

Surely enough, he soon heard the growls and almost-yells paired with stomping, and the angry blonde made his appearance in his meeting hall.

“Bakugou. Glad you could make it. I hope my little subordinate was good to you.” The purple-haired man smirked at the deepening scowl on his rival’s face.

“You fucking did that on purpose you purple-haired asshole,” Bakugou growled, planting himself in one of the chairs at Hitoshi’s table, 3 chairs down from him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he feigned innocence.

“What the fuck ever. What did you call me here for, jackass?”

“So rude to your host!” Neito laughed from behind Hitoshi’s ‘throne’.

“Oh, fuck off, copycat bastard!” Hitoshi’s easy, teasing grin immediately fell, a scowl replacing it.

“I couldn’t give a fuck what you say to me or about me, but don’t you ever insult my men. If you say one more thing about them, well.. just remember you’re in my house now, bitch. I got all my guns trained on you. Don’t forget that shit.” He bit out at the blonde, glaring into his eyes for a mere moment before his easy demeanor returned like a switch was flipped. “Well, while I’ve got you here, maybe you should meet my newest addition,” he stopped and looked in amusement as Bakugou froze for only a split second at the prospect of a new unknown, “Y/n.”

“What. What the hell are you doing with my girl?” His harsh eyes set on Hitoshi who feigned surprise at the “new” information.

“Your girl? You mean I know your girl? You talking about Y/n?” He got a gruff, nearly pissed, growl of confirmation, “Nah nah nah, you mean.. you mean Y/n with the ass? Y/n with the.. with the shadow quirk?”

“Yes! That’s fuckin’ her!”

“Shit,” Hitoshi mocked remorse before beckoning with a motion, the aforementioned girl, who walked out of the hallway in nothing but kitten-themed lingerie. ‘Fucking predictable of that cat-obsessed bastard!’ Ran through Bakugou’s mind, “Oops, baby,” he taunted the fellow Yakuza Leader, “guess I fucked your bitch, baby, oopsie daisy,” She reached him and easily slid into his lap with a curl of his fore and middle fingers as he kept talking, “never knew she was your boo, baby.” He barely held back a cocky look that would have surely caused the blonde to tackle him, regardless of the dozens of guns and bodyguards trained on him, as he flaunted the girl that Bakugou supposedly ‘owned’ or whatever shit he thought.

She sat back-to-chest with him, facing Bakugou with a small, deceptively sweet smile as she leaned wholly into the purple-haired man behind her. As Hitoshi smoothed his hands over her skin, rubbing on the inside of her thighs, parting them easily, Bakugou finally noticed that the lingerie had nothing covering her pussy.

“Doesn’t she just look ravishing? Good enough to eat.” Hitoshi nipped at her neck and continued to tease the man, sliding his hands further up the insides of her thighs until his fingers were framing her pretty pussy. “She feels even better. Oh! But I’m sure you know that already,” He smirked as he slowly, deliberately worked his fingers to toy with her glistening outer folds. She hummed at the feeling and kept her low-lidded eyes trained on the blonde whose jaw looked like it was only a moment from cracking with how hard he was clenching his teeth.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing? What the fuck are you hoping to accomplish with this shitty ass little stunt?” Bakugou growled lowly, his voice quiet but nonetheless threatening. A promise laced into his words that would have sent any sane person running for the hills and already made them shit themselves. But Hitoshi wasn’t exactly what most people would call sane. He was a Yakuza Leader after all, one that blatantly “stole” Bakugou’s girl. The one who was hardly seen away from his side, the one he flaunted at every meeting he had to attend. The girl who took his cock whenever he demanded it or when she just picked up that he needed it. The one that he liked best out of all his girls, the ones who threw themselves at his feet.

No, Hitoshi didn’t fear the blonde in the slightest. Even if it was known that Bakugou rarely— if ever— made empty threats, much less when it came to his toys, he treated them like they were more harmless than threats of a child’s tantrum. His confidence in this situation skyrocketed when he so easily got her to follow him back to his base and to his side. How willingly— though not easy like those jealous dickhead rival (wannabe) leaders proclaimed— she followed his whims and dressed up so pretty for him. So pretty in her little panties that framed her pretty pussy so wonderfully, the top that barely covered more than her perky nipples, and the pretty little accessories that made her look like the perfect good girl. Like his good girl.

“Accomplish? I’m not aiming to accomplish anything. Except to maybe show you that anything you can do, I can do better. Anything you think you own can be taken in a second. That I can take it. You think that just because you have something that no one can touch it. You think you’re so scary and intimidating that no one will even try. But I’m here to show you that you. are. not.” Hitoshi emphasized his words by plunging two fingers into her pussy with each one to really get his words to sink in.

His words started as playful but got more serious as he went on. The sternness in his voice sent a bolt of pleasure down the girl’s spine and she shivered against him. Hitoshi seemed to understand and dipped his head slightly to press a light kiss to her shoulder and one to her neck and a quick nip at her earlobe before he sat back up straight. He kept his fingers lazily moving in and out of her tight wet heat, keeping her satiated but leaving her wanting— needing more.

“If just having her here isn’t enough to convince you, maybe she can help with a demonstration. Isn’t that right, baby?” He muttered into her ear with a husky growl that made her shiver with a gasp and a pleased smile as she nodded.

“Yea. I think we can do that.” She spoke with a sultry voice, purposely trying to piss off Bakugou more.

“Good girl,” He purred and kissed her cheek, sending a teasing glance at Bakugou out of the side of his eye. “Why don’t you help me out a bit, baby?” Hitoshi cooed into her ear and slowly slid his fingers out of her cunt. She bit back a whine of protest at his fingers’ retreat and slid out of his lap, making a show of her movements and showing off her cunt to Bakugou. Even moreso, she made her movements deliberate to bend at the waist first to flash her cunt at him, within arms’ reach but before he could even think about reaching out, she bend her knees to kneel in front of Hitoshi, eye level with his crotch.

Flicking her gaze up at Hitoshi through her lashes, she saw the way he had his bottom lip tugged between his teeth and a smug look on his face as he watched her hands slide up his calves, over his knees, and up his thighs. Her touch grazed over the tent in his pants to reach the zipper of his slacks. Hitoshi groaned and shot her an amused, lazy grin as he groaned.

Bakugou watched the show and glared with a heavy gaze at the two and flitted his eyes around the room to send his glare at the members scattered around. They were mostly there as insurance that he wouldn’t attack or if he did they could stop him. They were clearly enjoying the benefits of being able to see the show, though. A good few of them were pretending not to watch, but the more physical reactions outed them anyways. Bakugou scowled at them but stayed put in his chair, the only noises from him were growls of clear displeasure with the situation.

Her fingers deftly found the button on his slacks and popped it open before slowly pulling the zip down. The sound was practically torturous for Bakugou as he watched his favorite girl maneuvering someone else out of their pants. Hitoshi, however, was clearly enjoying every moment that he got closer to feeling his girl in his favorite way. It was a very satisfying bonus that he could mess with Bakugou, of course.

“Gooood girl. You ready, baby?” He asked with a teasing lilt once she freed his cock from the confines of his briefs. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded up at him, slowly standing up. His hands immediately shot to her hips and lightly squeezed the flesh there, toying with the lace of her panties there. He pulled her to stand between his thighs as he leaned in and kissed her ribs, her stomach, her hip. He bit the little bow on the front of her panties and tugged teasingly as he maintained eye contact and let the elastic snap back to her soft skin. She giggled at his antics as he smirked in response and gently guided her back a step out from between his thighs.

“I’m ready ‘Toshi,” She smiled at him and he went straight into action, gently pulling her forward again and patted her thighs to signal her to climb into his lap. She happily obeyed and lifted a knee into the space between his outer thigh and the chair’s leather armrest, repeating the action with her other leg once she was settled in the crevice. He hummed in delight, having her in his lap, her dripping cunt hovering over his hard length.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. This all for me, huh? Or is it just because your Ex is watching?” Hitoshi muttered sensually into her ear, a light teasing tone in his gravelly low voice. His words sent shocks up her spine and she practically purred at his voice.

“Mm-mm, just for you, ‘Toshi. Promise.” She told him with a whiny tone as his hands on her hips squeezed and groped her, his cock pressing heavy against her thigh. He smirked at that and kissed her as a reward, savoring her lips and the taste of her on his tongue. She subconsciously ground her hips down in midair and ended up pressing her leaking cunt against the head of his dick. They both moaned at the sensation, each capturing the sounds the other made with their lips still mingling.

They heard a growl from the blonde still sitting impatiently and annoyed beyond belief. Hitoshi chuckled against her mouth and squeezed her hips again, though he kept a firm grip that time, ready to move her hips as he pleased.

“So impatient,” He muttered into her ear with a teasing lilt that got a breathy giggle into his neck where she buried her burning face. He made eye contact with Bakugou over her shoulder and, holding his gaze like a challenge, he pulled her hips down and guided her onto his cock. Finally, he sunk fully in and tightened his grip when her walls pulsed around him. As she caught her breath, the hot gasps fanning against his neck just below his ear made him suppress a shiver, he eased his grip and stroked a gentle thumb over the skin soothingly as he knew she would have bruises by the morning. With his lax hold, she was able to shift around and ground down on his cock, barely lifting her hips in small movements that sent pleasure shooting up their spines.

His hands flexed into a steel grip once again, holding her in place as he tutted at her, “Oh, baby, stay still. Stay still for me, okay? I’ll reward you later if you’re a good girl and just sit here in my lap and keep me nice and warm. Yea? That sound good, baby? You gonna be my good girl?” His voice was heavy with desire and want and had a tug of neediness that he kept under wraps well enough. She lightly whined with a moan and buried her face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder but hummed in compliance anyways.

“Oki ‘Toshi…” Her words were slurred and heavy with whiny breath and it pissed Bakugou off even more. He gripped the arms of the chair so tightly that the wood creaked and groaned and was close to splintering. He watched her be so obedient for Hitoshi. Watched her be a perfect good girl for him. She stilled her hips as best she could manage, though her thighs quivered with the obvious urge to at least rock against him. Bakugou could tell by the muscles in her upper thighs and ass lightly tensing every so often that her cunt was twitching around Hitoshi’s fat cock, aching for stimulation.

His red eyes flicked up to meet lavender ones that flickered with amusement, taunting him, proclaiming ‘I won’ in deafening silence. Bakugou, to stop himself from acting rashly in a room full of people who had every reason and even more means to kill him where he stood, grit his teeth to the point that his jaw ached. He caught movement in his lower periphery and looked to see Hitoshi’s arms circle around her waist and held her against him as he traced shapes on her lower back, teasing at the hem of her pretty panties.

“Why don’t we continue with the meeting, huh? Let this good girl sit pretty while we talk.” It wasn’t an offer. Hitoshi would carry on with the meeting whether Bakugou liked it or not. And he did not. He averted his gaze and glared to the side where he caught that sparky blonde dumbass adjusting himself in his pants, trying to keep a professional image. It made the angry ash blonde wrinkle his nose in a scowl but shifted his stare back to the purple-haired asshole who had way too much fun teasing and provoking Bakugou.

“Fine. Talk, mind fucker.” He growled lowly, flitting his gaze between Hitoshi’s face and his hands that still teased at the pretty frills of her panties.

“I have a proposal.” That got Bakugou’s attention quick, “You can integrate into my group and you and I both get the whole territories.” He spoke, surprisingly easily and eloquently for having his cock stuffed in the tightest little pussy he’d ever felt.

“Tch. Let me guess. You’d still stay the boss and I’d have to be your fucking lapdog.” Red glared into purple with simmering fury.

“Not quite. You’d be higher in status than that. Much higher. You’d be my left-hand man. You still have full control of your guys and a certain amount of say over some of mine. I’ll be the big boss, yes, but you’d still have a good amount of power, too.” The offer was fairly appealing, though it still beat on Bakugou’s pride that he would have to be lower than someone, especially this fucker. His anger bubbled up again when he saw her gently twitch her hips, an unintentional movement from a desperate need to feel Hitoshi’s cock dragging against her walls and fucking her full and making her cum on his cock so many times before he spilled inside her that she would be fucked dumb and overstimulated.

Hitoshi paused for only a second and shifted one of his hands to squeeze her hip as a kind of warning. Bakugou closed his eyes to reel in his anger and pushed himself against the back of the chair. He opened his eyes to meet the direct gaze of Hitoshi, a small smirk on his lips that he at least had the decency to try and school given the offer he’d just proposed.

“So? What do you say?” He asked, voice still almost scarily even.

“I say Fuck. You. I ain’t no one's damn subordinate. I’m the goddamn leader and you best fuckin’ remember that, Mind Fucker.” Bakugou spat and hauled himself out of the chair that scraped against the marble floor from the force and speed he stood up with. He noticed all the gunmen around shift into attack stances, ready to tackle him or shoot him dead should he make a bad move. Shooting a glare at them all, he spun on his heel and started storming out of the room and towards the entryway before the grating voice he’d come to hate with such a vicious vigor.

“The offer is always on the table! Think it over, ‘kay? Who knows, if you show back up at my door, asking like a good boy, maybe the position with have certain.. Perks.” Hitoshi purred, disguising a deliberate roll of his hips into his good girl as simply shifting to get more comfortable, drawing a needy whine out of her that she tried to muffle in his neck. Bakugou felt his face heat up in what he decided was anger and nothing more and clenched his fists, boring holes into the floorboards outside the meeting room.

“Fuck off.” There was a minuscule quiver in his voice that he was secretly glad only Hitoshi and the girl in his lap picked up on. Before anything else could be said he sped out of the room and straight to the front door and to the driver waiting for him.

“Do you think he’ll accept, baby? Will he be a good boy and come back?” He kept the taunting tone in his voice after he had already slammed the door so hard it nearly shook the entire house. She hummed in thought and turned her head to untuck her face from the crook of his neck so her lips were just a hair’s breadth away from the spot just beneath his ear.

“Dunno. You teased ‘im a lot. ‘f he does it’ll be a while or ‘f sum’n big happ’ns.” She spoke as best she could with her mind in a haze from the feeling of being so full but not having the stimulation her pussy craved. He chuckled and leaned his head to the side to look down at her without bumping her with his chin and a soft, amused grin on his face.

“How come you’re so smart, baby? I thought I would have stuffed you full enough to make you my dumb little girl.” He teased her and craned his neck at an awkward angle to press a kiss to her lips. It seemed that her words used up the last of her senses as she could only lazily move her lips against his. Hitoshi turned his face back forward and chuckled at her, “That’s what I was thinking.

“Y’know you were such a good girl through all of that, baby. Did just what I said and stayed so still like I asked. I think you deserve a reward. Doesn’t she?” He quirked a brow and glanced at Denki and Neito who turned their gazes back to their boss and his girl the moment it was safe after Bakugou left. They stood more relaxed than the rest of his men who tried to keep an air of professionalism, but the tents in their pants gave them away, though he commended them for the effort.

“She has been very good, boss. I’d say a good girl deserves a good treat.” Denki spoke with a lazy grin, unabashedly letting his eyes slide over her back and linger where they were connected with a bite of his lip.

“Same here, she was waiting so pretty, didn’t even touch herself while she waited for your signal,” Neito smirked with a half-lidded gaze that shone with his satisfaction at her obedience. Hitoshi looked at her out of the corner of his eye and raised a proud brow.

“Oh, she didn’t? Well, that’s even better, baby. Hold on to me, baby. I’m gonna lift you up and give you a proper reward, ‘kay?” She hummed happily and wrapped her arms securely around his neck and squeezed her thighs around his hips to prepare to wrap her legs around him when he stood up. He huffed a small chuckle at her immediate, unquestioning obedience.

“That’s it. My good girl.”

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@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[bellewintersroe]

Band of brothers x Nurse reader headcannons…

gonna indulge in a scenario I can’t stop thinking about, reader is the most gorgeous lady in the whole company and the most sought after too… who doesn’t love a bit of attention, especially from such attractive men ;)

Okay, just a little bit of background about you, so you’re frickin gorgeous, you know you are, but you don’t flaunt it, and you’re a little shy. You join the army to be a field nurse and you get sent to Toccoa, the training camp in Georgia in 1942.

let’s say you work alongside a bunch of other nurses, and you’re linked up with Easy, specifically 2nd Platoon (but we’ll get to that later). Of course the men all fancy the hell outta all the other women too, but you in particular are something else.

I think once everybody finally gets a weekend pass this gives you time to all gel properly, and this is when I think men would borderline fight for your attention. Maybe you’d stick to yourself and your close friends/ the rest of the nurses at first cos all the attention makes you a little nervous.

I don’t think the boys would be creeps, not the majority of the Easy men anyway. (Maybe Cobb or somebody would say something weird or sexist but you’d stand up for yourself).

anyway moving onto each of the boys.

Joe Liebgott:

So even if you don’t fit Joe’s description of ‘nice Jewish girl with great, big soft titties’ he suddenly changes his mind and tells everybody you are his type. He lies about every fancying any other type of girl, you apparently match his description perfectly.

probably would try be one of the first guys that wants to come sit with you, he knows a lot of his buddies are interested, but he’s soooo smug and proud of himself when he gets to your table first.

he doesn’t notice the funny look you give him when he accidentally steals one of your friends seats. Him and the guys probably accidentally swarm you at one point which may or may not leave others jealous (but it’s all fun and games).

I can’t imagine him being overly flirty and annoying, he smirks and winks a lot, but probably ends up getting a little nervous and makes sarcastic digs at his friends that you can’t tell if it’s a joke or serious.

the two of you probably end up being really good friends, if somebody’s upset you he’d always be like “jheeze, y/n, you’re forgetting how gorgeous you are.”

has nicknames for you, and probably gets more protective as the war continues. Not just protective in a way that’s like ‘you’re too good for him’ but if you’re upset or worn out from working too hard he’d probably force you to go rest.

kisses his teeth at guys that embarrass themselves by throwing themselves at you (not like he didn’t do this when you first met). Floyd Talbert:

Alike Joe, he’s one of the first to come sit with you. He’s not subtle like the other guys, smirks openly in your direction, his eyes literally glimmer whenever you see him.

probably manages to make you blush just from introducing himself.

tries fairly hard to flirt with you, even if people are around. His friends probably ruin it for him, laughing and sighing at his flirtatious antics. He doesn’t like being interrupted so probably stops dead in his tracks- doesn’t want to make you embarrassed.

probably catch each others gaze every now and then but he made it so obvious he was into you that it leaves you both feeling a little bit awkward.

fancies the fuck outta you and that never stops. Would probably be a lot more nice rather than flirtatious after a while, if he sees you physically or mentally exhausted he would be complimenting you on how hard you’ve worked and probably calls you an Angel.

you either get together, or not, but probably end up laughing about your awkward encounter years later.

Bill Guarnere:

Probably more tame, even tho he’s stunned by how beautiful you are, at the end of the day all these other guys are annoying hounding you like that. Bill gets straight up fed up when he hears them begging for your attention.

“stop houndin’ the poor gal, would ya??” Thank god for Bill.

he knows you’re part of second platoon, so he’s your Sergeant, so there’s be no funny business there. He gets pissed off at the guys giggling over you.

treats you with so much respect, sometimes people unintentionally treat you different because of the way you look, but Bill ensures he’s not being bias no matter how stunning he thinks you are.

people try to get it out of him about how he feels about you. Doesn’t hesitate to say you’re fucking gorgeous but it keeps at that. Again, he’s respectful, he’s your platoon sergeant and the two of you end up being super good friends.

One of the first guys there to genuinely make you feel funny and laughs at all your jokes. It’s a genuine friendship, there’s a lot of trust between the two of you, and Bill wouldn’t do anything stupid to risk that.

Shifty Powers:

Such a sweet, kind, respectful boy omg. He wouldn’t flirt with you because he wouldn’t know where to start. He thinks you’re a goddamn Angel.

deffo tells the other men to be respectful of you seeing as he makes such an effort to get to know you, tells the guys how genuine and lovely you are.

“jheeze, somebody’s got the hots.” Turns BRIGHT RED. His face scrunches and he ignores the childish comments.

But deep down, he’s in love. He knows he can treat you right; he wants to prove it and tell it to you but he’s too shy.

look, not because he’s insanely attractive; but because of how lovely he is, I think Shifty probably has the best chance of becoming your boyfriend. He wouldn’t see it coming, and he wouldn’t be smug, but he’d be so content and happy that he could be with such a beautiful woman.

day dreams about you.

He’d let you practice any of your medical stuff on him, he’d go as far as saying you could practice taking blood on him. (You wouldn’t do that).

but nah, he makes such an effort to reach out for you, he’s not overly flirtatious or obsessive, he’s just kind and super mature about it all.

Eugene Roe:

Tries not to stare in absolute awe. When all the other men aren’t gawping at you he’s stealing small glances at you. Maybe you catch him one or two times and it makes you smile- and then he smiles- and you keep making eye contact every now and then for the first week or so.

genes in loveeeeee.

when you eventually get talking, you kinda both ignore what happen out of pure shyness?? I think once things become more professional and serious (cos ur out at freakin war) Gene would push any thoughts about you he had to one side.

Obviously he’s scared of growing close to anybody, so because you’re so nice and caring he finds it difficult and maybe he pushes himself away a little?

I think if you made the effort to reach out for him, it wouldn’t be difficult to get him close again. He’d experience genuine feelings for you and he’d never ever objectify or treat you differently just based on your looks.

maybe when things are getting calmer and the war is over in Europe he starts to smirk more and I think he’d become more playful about all the men fancying you.

Alongside Shifty he’d have one of the best chances of getting with you imo.

Ron Speirs:

I feel like you’d probably meet midway through the war, and although you’re stunning the last thing on Ron’s mind would be dating or crushing on anybody.

(but for the sake of what I’m writing let’s be realistic) people can’t control when they’re attracted to somebody. So all of a sudden when you’re right in front of him, breathless and trying to report something to him, hair dishevelled over your face slightly, Ron’s eyes wander over your face and he feels his mind go blank.

fuck! How’s he supposed to act all big and scary when you’re so beautiful and you’re right there in front of him. Would take him a second or so to snap out of it, you’d physically see him regain focus again and you probably think he doesn’t want to listen.

you’d be intimidated asf let me tell you rn.

he snaps back into reality anyway and would respond to you the exact same way he probably would for anybody else- except he asks for your name and just nods or something mysteriously after you’ve given him it.

I feel like Ron is the man of all men in easy, so he’d probably have a good chance of getting with you.

when things become more calm after the war, he’s less uptight and you’d probably see a much more friendly side to him.

anyway he wouldn’t want to be weird or overstep his boundaries, but you’d catch him joking more often with you than anybody else. I think he’d become protective as well.

even tho he can play this off as ‘I’m her Captain’ it’s definitely not that, he’d have a soft spot that would only show once the war is declared over.

maybe he gets a little sad that you just see him as some scary ass Captain and if you’ve heard all the rumours then why would you even wanna be friends with him?? I think it could be a source of anxiety.

let’s say if you never ended up getting together I think Ron doesn’t engage in any kind of weird jokes or conversations about how ‘hot’ you are. He finds it weird and disrespectful and he’s aware of how unfair it is on you, and also how unprofessional/ bad that could be.

probably reprimands some of the guys more than a few times.

Roy Cobb (this isn’t a match EW, just wanted to add a little drama, as always 😏) :

Not only is he annoying asf but he’s rudeeeee.

I think you’d shut him down IMMEDIATELY, let’s say he comes over and he’s super drunk and acting all leery and stumbling over onto you. He thinks he’s impressing you but in reality he’s spitting everywhere and it’s grossing you out.

so at first you politely shut him down and I feel like he’d probably be like; “awwww, c’mon lady don’t be so uptight.”

Then you’re not so polite, and neither are your friends. He finally storms off with a huff and leaving the rest of you in a mixture of disgust and laughter.

throughout the war I doubt you’d be close to him, you’d never end up treating him because he wouldn’t let you. And when this becomes an issue, he starts to insult your work and that he doesn’t want treated by a girl like you.

somehody would deffo step in and be like wtf??? Who tf are you talking to because I know it ain’t her?? Liebgott or somebody would probably threaten him, and you’d have to do the whole ‘Joe no pls don’t fight him!!’

but seriously Cobb would cause a lot of issues when you were there simply because he doesn’t believe you, as a woman, should be out at war, plus he’s bitter you turned him down publicly and several times.

would never act up in front of Winters or Nixon, or any of his superiors. Kinda sly and slimy.

anyway one day he’d fuck with you and you’d end up physically pushing him or cursing him out or something and some of the boys/ other nurses would most definitely stand up for you against him.

Safe to say he doesn’t fuck with you again after that.

[nuttytani]

his vs your spice tolerance

characters: ieyasu, hideyoshi, mitsuhide, mai, gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: I was daydreaming about spicy food during one of those boring lectures and then this happened. don't mind any typos or stuff, it's not proof read. p.s oh followers of mine, do you still wan't to get tagged on my hcs and fics? even though i pop in once in a century.

Ieyasu 

He’s known to be able to hold his spice

There hasn't been ANYONE who was able to surpass him in terms of spice tolerance

Enter: you 

Oh boy, he did not expect someone to handle spicier food than him

Genuinely feels scared as he watches you drown your meal in copious amount of hot sauce, roasted and cut chilli (yes, the green or red ones that grow on bushes) and straight up shove it in your mouth without a single flinch

He is scared. Saying that would be an understatement since he has tried your “food” once, and never again. Swears to not even dream about it. Ieyasu was crying his eyes out just from two bites and was chugging down glasses of water…. Which - uhh backfired. 

Needless to say but yasu was breathing fire like a dragon 

Now has profound admiration for your spice tolerance. No one can top you.

Hideyoshi 

He didn’t really have any spice tolerance from the start

Thinks you’re crazier than Ieyasu to…..be able to eat the demonic level of spice that you do

Doesn’t dare to even take a bite out of your food, he already knows that it would end badly for his mouth and his behind. 

But he does feel concerned about your health though, eating too much spice can be detrimental to your health after all

Somehow succeeds in making you eat at least a little less spice than before.

(actually, the only reason you reduced your spice intake was because of his puppy dog eyes. Darn em’ can’t say no to those shiny eyes)

Mitsuhide 

This man can’t even taste, what do you expect him to say about your abominable love for spice? Nothing.

Except, he does enjoy seeing you place a bottle of hot sauce and plenty of chillies on the side of your plate for every meal. 

Once, he exchanged your lunch box with Hideyoshi’s. For educational purposes. 

Gets punched in the face the very next day by Hideyoshi, who appeared to be unwell. 

He did try your food out of curiosity once, alas, no taste, but he did find the mild burning sensation on his tongue to be intriguing. 

You eventually make him addicted to eating whole chilli, ain't that nice? Better than eating random leaves in his garden (and who knows what else)

Bonus: 

Mai 

Thinks you’re some sort of godly specimen to be able to handle extremely spicy food.

Like, even Ieyasu is scared/amazed by your spice tolerance! 

She tries your food once, how bad can it be? Just a little bit of burning won’t stop her from trying it out!

Regrets immediately 

Curses her life choices and is now stuck in the toilet 

Is currently missing her 21st century western style toilets 

Gets the heebie jeebies whenever she looks at your food from then on

She does, however, tried eating whole chilli. After you taught her how to eat it like a pro

Mai is now unstoppable

Flaunts her newfound skill to eat chillies without a sweat to yasu. 

Gets kicked out of his room.

taglist : im sorry, i lost my old one- uhh if you guys ares still interested tho, let me know

[theartofsimpatry]

Heimdall x reader SMUT Headcanons🔞

-Even though it’s clear that no one in the 9 realms likes him, I doubt Heimdall is a virgin.

-He has a fair amount of experience, and a lower sex drive compared to the rest of his family.

-He doesn’t pleasure himself ever as he views it as below him and would rather take his sexual frustrations out on a willing Aesir. Usually the Aesir is just trying to get into his pants to climb up the Aesir’s social ladder and he knows this.

-I can see him obsessing over 1 woman, depending on her heritage, is how he treats her.

-If you’re an Aesir either a lesser or an Aesir god doesn’t matter; he would treat you a lil coldly and would only sleep with you and immediately leave for the walls again.

-If you’re not an Aesir; then he would treat you sadistically, regularly humiliating you and trying to break you down entirely.

-Ironically being the god that can hear and see all, he values his privacy. Whatever relationship he has with you, it’ll be kept behind closed doors.

-You won’t be close to his family, I doubt his family would even know the sound of your voice.

-He would have his own place, away from prying eyes and his annoying brothers.

-His kinks and fetishes lean on the sadistic side but his treatment of you in bed, very much depends on your heritage.

-Non-Aesir: he loves to control your orgasms, he can overstimulate or edge you for hours~

-He forces you to drink his spit then facefuck you till you choke and cry.

-Tell him how big his cock is, try to fight against him and he’ll put you back into your place.

-He’ll easily dodge your attacks against him and he’ll pin you onto your bed. The more you fight, the more excited he gets.

-Dont be surprised if he wants to brand you in some way… :(. (Anyone remember Durlin?)

-You would be kept in a secret location, where only he knows and you rely on him for survival.

-Want food? Say his name and suck on his cock and he’ll give you some leftovers from the mess hall (what an asshole).

-if you’re good, you’ll have a pet to keep you company while hes gone.

-Aesir: He would be more gentle with you, he’s still an asshole tho

-you won’t have hickies on any body part that’s visible, he thinks its trashy.

-you will have full control over his house as its a “woman’s job” while hes out patrolling the walls and bullying kids

-its like living by yourself then your not-actually-husband-but-yall-practically-married visits 3x a month to take his sexual frustrations out on you

-he loves flaunting his powers over you, loving knowing exactly where to touch you to make you a mess

-i can see him taking you over the counter while you were making dinner

-He always attacks you when your mind is at the most busiest! When you finally really get into your chores around the house and totally stop thinking about Heimdall, suddenly theres two cold thick fingers between your folds.