#help me think of dumb head cannons

[asexualowlbear]

One of my favorite things to think about is what would academia look like in a modern day fantasy world.

Just imagine magic academics being like:

Guys please stop killing the dragons. They are an apex predator and it sends the ecosystem into ruin.

I’m teaching a class on the thermodynamics of the fireball spell.

I think the knowledge god would prefer my primary source to your secondary source

Here’s my paper, “A study of ROS production via cellular respiration of homo sapien communis, homo sapien edhellen, and homo sapien khazâd”

[hypenhrt]

sunoo hc’s/drabbles

pt.1

warnings: sunoo x fem reader, smut, dom!sunoo, literally most positions and scenarios i could think of, noncon & con, somnophilia, slight bdsm, marking, degrading, praising etc. mentions of drinking

+ not proofread

a/n ( longggg head-cannon list in honor of sunoo day!! hope you enjoy this as its my first post ^^)

DOM:

meandom!sunoo lined himself up into you, his hand is quick to grip onto your throat as he starts to slowly stretch you out, his slight moan combined with the overwhelming pleasure makes you gasp for air, "fuck—" he lets out in a small whimper, for a few moments, it almost seems like sunoo is about to sub out on top of you before his hips betray him.

he thrusts sharply into you, nearly making you squeal in response, your head starts to spin as his hand pushes down on your throat, him not being aware his hips start to gather a sharp rhythm, you swear that you’re about to pass out. he looks up at you after he maintains his pace, he releases your neck as his hand slaps against your face, snapping you out of your trance, as you both lock eyes he smirks, making your pussy grip around him. “shit- you look so fucking dumb for me right now.” sunoo lets out in a cocky tone. he lifts up your chin and stares into your eyes while fastening his pace, he swears hes about to go insane.

(this is from a fic i scrapped lol)

pleasuredom!sunoo definitely sneaks into your room, sneaking onto your laptop to check if you’ve been watching porn, not to embarrass you, but to learn more about you. if he finds anything he brings it up during sex. “i know you’d like this.” he whispers with a smug smirk on his face, “send the links to me next time so i don’t have to fight looking for them.”

“id give you anything you want darling, you know that right?”

perv!sunoo watching you across the room, skirt dangerously short, meanwhile sunoo is drooling at the mouth watching your thighs, planning on the ways to ruin you in his mind. not one minute of the day he isn’t secretly watching you with a throbbing boner imagining you ruined under his touch, sneaking a finger against your thigh when you aren’t looking.

sadist/meandom!sunoo mocking you about how worked up you are, “you really are one impatient slut aren’t you?” he says as he removed his fingers from your throbbing core, holding down your hips as you rut them up chasing your orgasm that was suddenly taken away from you, giggling at how you squirm underneath him. “stay still baby, you take what i give you alright?”

his pace is torturous. hand gripping on your throat. begging for him to let you cum, whenever he feels that familiar clench around his dick he stops. pushes deeper. slower. edging you until your crying underneath him, but isn’t that what he wanted in the first place?

meandom!sunoo pushing your head into the pillows as he rams into you from behind, the grip he has on your ass makes you swear that you

perv!sunoo calling you in the middle of the night, you aren’t aware of it at first but on the other side his breathing gets heavier, unconsciously humping against his bed desperate for friction, until what you thought was an innocent conversation with him is cut off, “baby… can you come over and help me? please? you know how worked up you make me hm? your sweet cunt needs to be punished.”

pleasuredom!sunoo tying you up to the bed, toying with the new vibrator you casually placed in front of him as he was innocently scrolling through his phone, asking him to try something new. sunoo enters two fingers into you before pressing the vibrator onto your clit, your initial reaction had his vision going blurry. “fuck… you’re doing so well for me” … “i cant wait to be inside of you.”

dom!sunoo notices how you unconciously move closer to him as u lay asleep next to him, moving your ass against his raging boner makes him lose it. as your breathing steadies down he lifts your silky nightgown up, his fingers softly move your panties to the side as he teases at your entrance, finally pushing in his mouth is agape with a moan on the tip of his tongue. sunoo glances up at you breaking the trance he put himself in, with no reaction from you he pushes in deeper, his heart stops as you groan half asleep and try to turn your body to his side, not before his hands still your hips from moving. your mind hasn’t processed anything as you’re stuck in a dreamlike state, your hands rub your eyes but sunoo thrusts up into you, filling you up and sending a shock through your body as you realize what’s happening. “i didn’t mean to wake you up sweetheart…” he continues his slow pace while your brain is trying to process the undeniable pleasure.

dom!sunoo texting you in the middle of the day with an image attached with a new lingerie set he bought you.

sn: you’d look gorgeous in this, wanna try it out tonight? *view attachment”

drunk!sunoo its messy, so messy you love it. he’s stuck under a trance looking down at your body he can’t decide where to land his kisses, leaving marks all around your chest and face as he thrusts into you like he’s fully lost control, his hips roll against yours as he leans in to suck on your tits, his tongue circles wet patterns around them while sucking on them like he was born for it. his breath is warm and intoxicating against your skin as you feel yourself and sunoo grow closer to the edge.

needy!sunoo his hands sit upon your thighs as he sits next to you, subtly shifting them closer and closer to your throbbing core until he leans in for a kiss catching you completely off guard, those few seconds were enough for him to move his lower body closer to you, unconsciously humping against your thigh as he presses you down onto the couch.

“i need to be in you so bad..” he mumbles as he sinks deep into you, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder as he watches you tremble underneath him. his pace is uneven, chasing his own release faster than you thought, he’s practically a mess above you, now letting out small groans and whimpers in-between his thrusts, spreading your legs to bury himself deeper. “sunoo—“ you whimper out. “sto- fuck… stop.. slow down.” his gaze travels to your eyes as he hums under his breath. “can you hold on a little longer?” he slips out with moans in-between. “im so close baby.” sunoos fingers move to circle around your clit, flinching as he feels you clench around him. his hips stutter as he buries himself into you, pumping every last bit of his release into you as he drags out your orgasm.

softdom!sunoo passionately kisses you as he continues to thrust deeply into you, swallowing every last bit of your moans. he pulls away while slowing down his pace making sure he’s not hurting you but as you clench around him he groans, he manages to let his thoughts out, “you want me to go faster?” you frantically nod as you grab the collar of his shirt to pull him into a kiss again.

meandom!sunoo forcing you to ride his face, his arms are wrapped around your thighs, grounding you. the way his nose accidentally rubs against your clit makes you unconsciously grind harder against him, his nails dig into the soft skin of your thighs in response, his tongue moves at a torturous pace against your folds attempting to test your patience once again, he simply slows down the pace as he feels you getting more desperate now leaving you crying, begging for release.

vampire!sunoo’s fangs sink deep into your skin as he fills you up, his pace slows down as he realizes you’re laying unconscious, now dragging his fingers along the subtle markings he left throughout your body with a glint of guilt in-between the pleasure. he lays next to you while still being inside of you, waiting for the moment you wake up to continue marking you as his.

switchmeandom!sunoo is still dom even if you’re on top riding him. one minute he’s whimpering, losing himself under until his hands desperately grip onto your ass stilling you into place, its silent. you slow down your pace on him until sunoo thrusts deeply into you, now smirking as you look down at him, your hands move to press onto his chest as he sits up wrapping his arms around your waist continuing his harsh pace, your head throws back as he sucks harshly on your neck.

[sicko4smut]

Everybody’s A Suspect! | B. Floyd

synopsis: A string of murders in the fall of ‘84 in a small town shakes the residents of WoodSprings to their core

warnings: violence, murder, eventual smut, gore, porn with a whole lot of plot, inaccuracies of the 80s (have mercy), personal head cannons of characters/dynamics, dubious consent, pushy male characters who can’t take no, bullying, physical harm, other warnings i can’t think of right now

PSA- i do not own any characters, names, ideas, or royalties of the ‘Scream Franchise’ or ‘Top Gun Maverick’

CHAPTERS

📼 1.1 - A Body…In WoodSprings?

PLAYLIST 📻 (no particular order)

The Perfect Girl - Mareux

Dark Red - Steve lacey

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

Hidden In The Sand - Tally Hall

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Smooth Criminal- Micheal Jackson

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Sippy Cup - Melanie Martinez

Headlock - Imogen Heap

♪♫♪

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↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

MEET THE CHARACTERS

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 🏈 - Jake Seresin as ‘Dumb Jock’

* Jake is captain of the football team and son of the town’s mayor, super rich boy vibes

* Wholeheartedly believes you and him should be together because he is captain of football team and your cheer captain

* All brawns no brain up there, his poor skull is sitting there collecting dust and head trauma from getting tackled one too many times. 🏆 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔

🎸⋆⭒˚｡- Bradley Bradshaw as ‘Punk Outcast’

* Rooster is a free-spirited, rule-less, angsty, outcast

* Stays to himself and rarely ever talks, seriously no one has heard the guy say more than three words since high school

* working to put himself through college even though the stress from college and work is kinda making him flunk out

* Butts heads with Jake, two sides of different coins mixed with egos, passive aggression, and LOTS of testosterone leading to many physical fights between the boys. ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ - Nat as ‘Freak Loner’

* Out of her nerdy, timid shell from high school and free as can be…Natasha has voiced her disdain for all oppressive nature and love of the unknown, terrifying, and paranormal.

* She doesn’t feel the need to pretend to be uninterested in her education to fit her aesthetic when all is said and done, Natasha wants something to call her own and a degree is just that. So she’s willing to swallow her pride on how the world forces you into school for years right into the capitalist system of working for even longer before screwing you over even more the longer you let them..though she sure won’t be quiet about it

* But don’t be fooled by her dark makeup, passionate outburst, and spooky demeanor as hard she tries to bury her, that nerdy timid girl within Nat keeps kicking no matter how hard she beats her down. 𓉸ྀི ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ -You as ‘The Town’s Sweetheart’

* You never wanted for anything in life for as long as you could remember, born with a silver spoon in your mouth however you were never snotty about it…never let it get to your head

* Miss goody-two-shoes as you were called was always the first one to volunteer your help whenever needed, first to be picked for the cheer team, first to speak up when someone was being bullied, first place in the Woodsprings beauty pageant, Prom Queen, Co-class president, captain of dance committee. It was all honestly a little overboard but you loved it all, love how busy it made you and how you were praised by seemingly everyone around you.

* Your family being the second wealthiest people in Woodsprings (thank you mommy and daddy) it was a given you never worried about how you were going to pay for college, the thought never crossing your mind until you overhear some peers complaining about how THREE jobs weren’t even enough to cover book fees so they would have to go to the local community college instead…it left you with an odd feeling never really having had the chance to acknowledge your privilege °❀���.ೃ࿔*:･

⊹₊⟡⋆ 🔪 - Bob Floyd as ‘Ghostface’

* The man of the hour, our beloved robby. Fed up with being bullied and patronized, bob fights back…he didn’t mean for the guy to die but he would be lying is he said he didn’t like the silence that came with one less of those losers gone.

* Sweet boy who lives with his single mother trying to help her pay bills by working a variety of on campus jobs, from handyman to security to library assistant…anything that pays to lighten the load off her back

* Geek Charming in the flesh, bob but always robby to you has always been super smart which is why he was head of chess club, class president, and valedictorian in high school and awarded a full-ride scholarship to Woodsprings University

* Robby has had a crush on you since the first grade, it’s honestly a mix between creepy and embarrassing how bad he had it for you but you rarely noticed him anyway. When you did seem to remember his existence you were always so sweet just like he knew you to be his sweet girl

🪓 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

• This a masterlist/promotion for a WIP soon to be fic

• All actual chapters will be published on my main account @smutmaniac

• Please like and reblog

[choism]

Jester's Game | b.tc

Captain Buggy x Pirate!afab!Reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff (If you squint)

Summary: Trying to overtake Captain Buggy's ship leaves you asking questions, and surprisingly, getting answers

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: top!buggy, afab!reader, unprotected sex (pls dont), cunnilingus, fingering, creampie, squirting, rough sex, gentle sex (yeah wild), inappropriate use of detached limbs, spit as lube (also a no no), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, princess)

A/N: WOOHOO ITS MY FIRST NON KPOP FIC!! I knew I would write for other stuff eventually but I definitely did not expect it to be a recent hyperfixation. Buggy just has me bricked up okay! Anyway I hope y'all enjoy, don't forget to let me know what you thought of the fic in the tags !

It’s a rather unfortunate series of events, really. Sure, you could’ve told your navigator to sail away from the ship with the giant clown crossbones flag. Yeah, it might’ve helped if you had told your crew that they were about to fight some of the toughest pirates in the East Blue. But where’s the fun in that? As their captain, it’s your job to seek the adventure, and well, this was an adventure all right.

It started with you telling your men to approach, cannons firing, your crew hopping their ship, the infamous ship commandeered by none other Buggy The Clown. Yes, the ship your measly crew has decided to board. Listen, it was strategic! Buggy had somehow gotten the map to the grand line back, and your ship just so happened to be within the vicinity of his, so why not seek the opportunity to take it? Well that was your first mistake.

Now, you find yourself here, hands bound behind your back and kneeling with your crew in front of Buggy’s stupid, dumb throne in his stupid, dumb circus tent cabin.

“You all truly are fools for thinking you could take on my band of freaks,” Buggy lazily sprawls over his throne, seemingly unimpressed by your, in his words, ‘lackluster crew’.

“It’s funny actually, how pathetic it was, I mean even Mohji got in a few punches! Ha! Truly a fine show.” The man you assume being the Mohji that Buggy had just poked fun at, slumps his shoulders sadly at his jab. “Now, time to get to the good stuff…” Buggy trails off, standing up and taking a few strides in your direction, his dirty boots stopping directly in front of you. He detaches his hand and uses it to lift your head, pointing your chin up to look him in the eye.

Looking up, you spit and it lands on his cheek, he simply swipes it off with his attached, gloved hand. “So what if you defeated us, it doesn’t make you any better of a pirate, and doesn’t get you any closer to the One Piece.” You tilt your head and smirk. He may have overcome your crew, but he will never overcome your overwhelming ego and pride. It matches his just as equally.

“Ah, that's where you’re wrong, princess,” His grin is just as wide as yours, and briefly you’re confused, what could he mean? “Given your set of thieving skills, probably some of the best in the East Blue, I’ve heard, you’re gonna join my band of freaks, and I’m not giving you a choice sweetheart,” Buggy removes his hand from your chin, and it floats to his arm, re-attaching itself.

“Boys, throw their crew overboard, we have no use for them.” He rolls his eyes and sits back on his throne, “Oh! And go show them to their new quarters, make them feel at home.” Buggy laughs a deep boisterous laugh, one that genuinely sends shivers down your spine.

The pirates lead you into, what is actually, quite a nice room in the lower deck of the cabin, lit by a few candles, and a cot in the corner. Surprisingly, they cut you out of your ropes, and shut the door without locking it. What’s their deal? Don’t they know you can escape at any time if you wanted? Sneak out and steal one of their emergency boats, and sail to the nearest Island? Granted, you aren’t sure where the nearest Island is, you’re a thief, not a navigator.

Instead of worrying about escaping, you roam the small room, admiring your surroundings. The whole ship is clown themed, front he flags to the cabin to everything, but this room is different. Not a single sign of jester-like decorations anywhere. In fact, it’s as if this cabin was decorated specifically for you. Before you can think more of it, the door opens suddenly.

Buggy enters, and closes the door behind him. When he enters you’re sitting on the cot, legs crossed and unamused.

“Not thinking about escaping? Not that you could anyway, we are miles away from the nearest island, and realistically it would take you days to get there on one of our measly boats.” He rolls his eyes, as if annoyed by how small and fragile the boats are, before sitting backwards on the chair at the short desk next to the cot.

“So what do you even need a thief for? Why am I here?” You blurt, already growing impatient from the lack of information being given to you.

“I need you for many reasons, being a thief is only one of them, sweetheart.” Buggy grins and removes his hat, setting it on the desk. “You already have connections at the grand line, and while I know you need my map to get there, I know that you know the people I need to talk to, to gain safe entry without slaughtering half the fucking pirates there.” He leans back and relaxes a bit, observing your facial features.

“And why do you think any of the people I know would want to help you? You’re just some lowly pirate.” You spit at him, angered by his casualness. In what world would you even willingly help him? Who does he think he is?

“Ha…Me? A lowly pirate? This coming from the literal captain of a crew is hilarious! Tell me another joke, please.” He grins knowingly, he knows how to get a rise out of you for sure. You look over his facial expression, smugness overtakes his face and it makes your stomach twist, not with disgust though for some odd reason, with another feeling you don’t quite recognize. 

This whole situation has you feeling all kinds of anxious. How did you just happen to raid the ship of a pirate who just happened to need you for this specific thing, and why is his presence making you feel so…weird? Something isn’t right here, and it can’t be because of your connections to the grand line. No, he’s hiding something. 

“What are you hiding, clown? There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

His face drops, and he gets suddenly very serious, “Listen here, princess,” Buggy gets up from the chair and gets close to you, leaning down, your noses almost touching. “You’re gonna get me to the grand line, I don’t care if I have to torture it out of you, got it? No more questions tonight.” He gets up and suddenly grins very brightly, as if nothing ever happened. “Night night!” Buggy walks out and slams the door, then you hear a locking sound.

Fuck, he locked you in your room. You should’ve expected this, honestly. The way he reacted to your question was so strange. You knew there was something fishy, but you didn’t think whatever it was could’ve prompted that kind of reaction out of him. 

***

The next day you wake up to yelling outside of your cramped room. Yawning, you get up and put your ear to the door,

“I’m sorry Captain Buggy! I didn’t know that was their ship I swear I promise!”

You hear what sounds like a kick to the jaw and a yelp,

“Didn’t know? Didn’t know?! You couldn’t tell by the giant crossbones flag that very obviously bares their symbol? I’m tired of you, someone go throw him off the deck.”

You hear screams and pleads of “No please!” and “I didn’t know I’m sorry captain!” before hearing water splash, then silence, then- oh shit footsteps coming towards your room. You scramble back to your cot and lay down, pretending to sleep. You hear a couple of knocks before hearing a feint “What the fuck am I doing, I go where I want!” Before Buggy barges into the room after unlocking it.

“Get up, I know you heard everything.” He spits gruffly, sitting back in the chair again the same way as yesterday. You sit up abruptly. Last night you couldn’t shake this feeling, of what you felt when Buggy had gotten so serious, and it’s just gotten worse being in his presence. Your abdomen feels hot, your ears feel hot, everything feels hot. It’s like butterflies in your stomach if the butterflies were armed with knives.

“Yes, I did hear, what do you mean by my symbol? I thought bumping into you was a coincidence?” Buggy smiles faintly, and chuckles.

“Yes, it was, I wasn’t informed of what ship we attacked, just that my men captured you all, oh but when I saw you…I knew.” Buggy stands up and motions for you to do the same, getting so close to you, your chests almost touch. He brings his hand to your arm, caressing down the length before gripping your wrist harshly, causing you to wince. “Do you….” he trails off, “Do you really not remember me?” He brings his eyes from your arm to your face, making direct eye contact.

You struggle to find words, what does he mean, remember? Yeah, he gives you a strange feeling everytime you're near him, but you’ve never met this man in your entire life. You think. Honestly you can’t remember anything before the age of seventeen.

“I– no, no I don’t…”

His smile fades, and he lets go of you, “I thought you would remember once you saw me, we were on Gold Roger’s crew together years ago, but you went missing after a particularly tough battle.” He pauses, thinking carefully about what to say next, “You– We– We were close, and I was devastated, I thought you were dead.” He’s being surprisingly vulnerable right now, and it’s kind of scaring you.

“I don’t really remember anything before I turned seventeen, All I know is one day I woke up on an island, a group of pirates took me in, I left, and I’ve been on my own since. The only reason I am where I am today is because I wanted to find who I was, and I figured I could find that out at the grand line.” You feel overwhelmingly sad. Why are you sad? You don’t even know him.

There’s a long silence between the two of you, it’s uncomfortable, tight, and makes you want to leave, until he says, “Let me show you.” He says abruptly, and you think you see a blush across his face.

“Sorry, I mean, please,” Buggy steps into your space again, this time his eyes flit between your lips and your eyes, back to your lips. “I’m sorry we couldn’t find you, I’m sorry you had to go through that, I missed you so much y/n” That was the first time he’s said your name this entire time, but it’s not one you recognize.

“Is that my name?” Your lip quivers, he’s so close now, your lips are inches apart.

“Yes it is, y/n, sweetheart, princess, I’ll call you whatever you want, just let me show you.” The thick air has disappeared and is now replaced with tension. Something deeper, heavier, fills the room. But it’s not a bad thing.

“Let me show you who you were to me.”

You let his face drop to yours, and your lips finally connect.

The kiss is slow, languid. It’s like his lips were meant to connect with yours. Buggy wraps his arms around your waist. Pulling you in closer, and kissing you deeper. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you let him kiss you as deep as he wants. The pace quickens and he slots his leg in between yours, rubbing against your pants and providing much needed friction.

You moan into his touch and he walks the both of you backwards until the back of your knees reach the bed. He lowers you onto it and hovers above you, kissing you again before departing. “Is this okay?” Buggy asks, brushes his hands underneath the bottom of your shirt, slowly lifting it.

“Only if you return the favor.” He chuckles and lowers his head to your neck, sucking and biting gently while riding up your shirt until your chest is exposed. You sit up briefly to take off your shirt and as promised, he does the same. He isn’t overly ripped like most pirates are, but he’s still well toned. His muscles flex as he shifts lower, kissing down your chest, down your stomach and stopping just above the navel.

“When I saw you were the one my men captured, it took my breath away,” He lifts your hips so he can remove your pants and undergarments, “I was scared, anxious, I didn’t know what to do, so I pretended I knew you for your skills, not for your past.” After removing everything, he pushes back, kissing your thighs before sitting up, taking his gloves off with his teeth and throwing them to the side. Man that was hot.

Buggy detaches one of his hands and lets it roam up your torso, reaches your neck and gives it a gentle squeeze. Before leading his fingers over your mouth, asking for entry. You grant it and his index and middle finger slip into your mouth, swirling your saliva around and coating them generously. “When you suspected I knew more, I didn’t know what to do. When you boarded I just knew you by name, not face, there was no way I could’ve expected this.”

He removes his hand from your mouth and moves it down to your center, rubbing through your folds gently and inserting two fingers, scissoring you open and prepping you for what's to come. Buggy uses his still detached hand to remove his own trousers, his cock springing free from its confines. He strokes it slowly, clearly getting off to his detached hand fingering you open.

“Buggy…” You moan, you can’t even reply or form a sentence, the pleasure too good.

“Shhh just relax sweetheart, I’ll take care of you.” He brings his hand away from your now dripping cunt, reattaching it and leaning down. You feel his breathe over your core, he kisses your clit before taking it in his mouth, lapping up your taste and fucking you onto his tongue. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly as he flits between sucking on your clit and tonguing inside of you, but he pulls away.

“Fuck! Why’d you–”

You’re interrupted by his cock entering you and your legs being lifted by his hands so he can enter as deep as possible. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full before. His cock fits so nice and feels so good and he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet for me, so fucking good huh? Letting me fuck you like this.” His pupils are so blown out, he watches his own cock pull out and start to thrust into you, it just fuels your arousal further. Buggy starts out slow, just getting you used to his size before he picks up the pace, fucking into you even deeper and faster.

“Shit, gonna cum Buggy please.” He moves your legs to prop onto his shoulders and he grabs onto your waist, pushing down and holding you in place as he fucks into you roughly.

“Gonna cum for me? Go ahead sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” He moves his hand over your abdomen and presses down, the pressure making you feel dizzy. You feel white hot, the band finally snapping as you come. “Fuck, gonna cum soon too, gonna fill you up so good.”

Buggy relentlessly fucks into your cunt, overstimulating you and causing a pressure to build that’s unfamiliar. “Wait Buggy I, fuck I feel weird it feels good.” Soon, with a loud cry you feel a wetness rush between your legs, causing you to let out a loud string of moans and curses.

“Squirting for me already? God you’re full of surprises. Shit, I’m coming.” A few more snaps of his hips and you feel his hot cum fill you up, as promised. It feels so good. He slows down and pulls out, his load leaking out of you and onto the sheets below. “So good for me.” He whispers, leaning down and kissing you gently. He cleans the both of you up quickly and gets dressed, ready to go back to his quarters for the night.

“Wait Buggy, before you go…” You trail off and he turns around, listening intently. “If you don’t mind, can you tell me more about my- about our, past? I need to know where I came from, what happened.” Buggy smiles gently, walking up and kissing you on the forehead.

“Of course princess, later”

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

[fireflyinks]

you’re so good at writing slushys, could you write sick/when they lose their voice hc?

a/n : I only write romantically for Hamzah so I hope that's okay :) Thank you for requesting, it means the world to me. And merry Christmas and happy holidays!

contains : no smut (for once), sweetness, joy, magic, whimsical fun, Hamzah takes care of you while your sick, head cannons.

LOSING YOUR VOICE HC'S :

Hamzah can't help but think this is hilarious, as he does most things. If he can tell you're actually in pain and don't feel good, he'll chill out and take care of you.

He makes you go on vocal rest. I'm not joking. If you even let out a PEEP, he acts like it's a personal offense onto himself.

He disappears to the store for a half hour and comes back with a white board and expo markers even though you are fully capable of just using your phone to communicate with him.

You even make turns writing "I love you" to each other on it :((((( I am unwell this is too cute.

If you do use Google translate to vocalize your thoughts, he thinks it is the funniest thing in the world and by the end of the day, the two of you are just making it say dumb things.

GENERAL SICK HC'S :

He's a little dumb so kinda thinks that you're going to die.

At one point, you have to assure HIM that you're not meeting your demise from a simple cold.

Once he gets over this, he tries the best he can to take care of you. Making or buying your favorite soup, SPOON FEEDING IT TO YOU.

He googles what medicines he needs to get.

Even better; he calls Mandy and asks for advice because he is so clueless.

He doesn't care if he gets sick, he will be smothering you in cuddles.

"Baby, you're gonna get sick!" "Just means I get to spend more time with you in bed."

Do you guys know that tiktok sound of that lady singing "I Bet On Losing Dogs" by Mitski with a southern accent. He would do that constantly.

"MY BABY, MY BABY. YOU'RE MY BABY, SAY IT TO ME."

But seriously, he'd do anything he could to help you feel better. He's honestly so adorable.

[holyblonded]

hey hope you’re okay!! could we have some head cannons along the line of azulita having an awful day, estrella is being chaos as per but today it really gets to azulita as she’s already been beaten by everything else today, she gets out the car slams the door and estrella is like um what’s wrong with her. Ale already knows because of course she does, olga is stood in the kitchen frozen when the other two walk in, ale just says a quiet greeting and says gimme 5 minutes, she goes and knocks on azuls door and just helps to ground her and let her emotions out, 10 minutes later they both walk out and azul goes to olga for a hug while ale grabs estella by the collar telling her to cut it out, as it’s not one of those days, and just some fluffy family stuff to end a bad day

sorry that is so long🤦🏻‍♀️

— no i got you and i love it

— azulita’s day starts bad and just keeps getting worse. she spills coffee on her project, forgets her gym shoes, bombs a quiz, and by the time estrella starts her usual chaotic teasing after school, it’s like the final straw.

— in the car estrella’s joking around, throwing goldfish at her and making dumb comments, completely oblivious. azulita’s jaw is locked so tight it hurts. when the car pulls up to the house, azulita doesn’t say a word, just slams the door so hard the whole car shakes.

— estrella freezes mid-laugh, blinking after her like uhhh?? she turns to ale like what did i do?? and ale, who clocked azul’s bad mood from the second she got in the car, just says, deadpan, “figure it out.”

— inside, olga’s at the kitchen counter looking at her laptop but freezes when she hears the front door slam. she looks at ale like what now?? and alexia just shakes her head and mouths five minutes.

— azulita’s door is shut, the kind of shut that says do not even breathe near me but ale knocks softly anyway. when azulita doesn’t answer, ale just cracks it open and steps in.

— she finds azulita sitting on the bed, face in her hands, shaking a little but holding it all in like she always tries to do. ale doesn’t say anything. she just sits down next to her, nudges her gently with her shoulder.

— “rough one, huh?” she says real low, like she’s talking to a scared kitten.

— that’s all it takes. azulita starts crying quietly, hiding her face, and ale just wraps an arm around her, grounding her, letting her cry without any pressure.

— after a few minutes, ale says, “you don’t have to hold it all in, azul. not here.” and azulita finally lets out a choked little laugh through her tears because this family is so unfairly kind and she doesn’t know how to handle it yet.

— about ten minutes later they come out of the room. azulita’s face is a little blotchy but she’s calmer. she heads straight for olga, who instantly opens her arms and azulita just melts into her chest, letting olga hold her tight like it’s the only thing keeping her standing.

— estrella, meanwhile, is still looking lost and guilty in the kitchen. ale grabs her by the collar of her hoodie and drags her gently but firmly back, whispering, “cut it out. not one of those days, stell.”

— estrella just nods quickly, biting her lip, all her chaos energy drained in two seconds flat.

— the rest of the evening is slow and gentle. ale orders takeout, olga sets up a movie in the living room, and all five of them (counting valerie, of course) pile onto the couch.

— azulita ends up tucked under one of olga’s arms with estrella pressed into her other side, not even teasing her once. ale’s got valerie sprawled on her chest snoring lightly.

— halfway through the movie, azulita mumbles a soft “thanks” against olga’s sweater. olga kisses the top of her head and says, “always, bebé.”

— estrella slips a bag of skittles into azul’s lap without a word. azul doesn’t say anything either but she pulls the bag open and holds it between them to share.

— it’s one of those nights where nothing fixes the day except just…being safe, and being loved.

— and azulita thinks maybe that’s enough. maybe it’s more than enough.

[sukunasweetheart]

im gonna tell you my favorite thing about sukuna right neow because i think youd be the best writer to write this (i jus love you) of yoru uncomfortbale, its ok. But hear this knowledge i know that you may not know or if you do thats GREAT.

sukuna can lactate. CANNONICALLY.

PLEASEEEEE lmfoaksdn i love this... ive read a few fics with trueform sukuna lactating and maybe its my turn to do a little something for it too... this is ur warning lmao it turns very smutty at the end bye

its good for a little sub!sukuna too, he's never let anyone come near his chest except you, so he'd probably be new to all the sensations youd give him ^^ you're overexcited and sukuna is probably grimacing at you, thinking youre a weirdo and a pervert for wanting to suck on his teet so bad, but after a lot of convincing, he lets you try to relieve the ache of his TIDDIES with a big eye roll

and boy, does it feel weird. you suck on his nipple like a newborn, and as your tongue rolls around his sensitive bud, he can't stop the shudders that go down his spine. his growing erection becomes painfully obvious and he's almost horrified about it, why does this feel so good?

you groan at the taste of his sweet milk and he finds it oddly fulfilling-- knowing that you're enjoying the taste of his...milk. you roll your hips around against his boner and sukuna's large hands land on your waist to guide your movements.

you suck on his one nipple until it's puffy and swollen and run dry, before moving on to the other one.

"fuck... slow down. it's not goin' anywhere," sukuna huffs at you, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and red ears. you don't respond, only continuing to squeeze out every drop from him using your mouth. you're also getting wetter and wetter between your legs with every passing second, drunk from his sweet taste, wondering how such a bitter man could produce something like this out of his chest.

sukuna breathes heavier above you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as you lap up every drop that comes out. he jerks his hips up every now and then, unable to help himself. he'll need to fuck you dumb after this as a punishment-- or a reward, perhaps?

he gets closer to soiling his hakama pants with his load, but he's doing everything to hold back because it's humiliating enough that the king of curses lactates, and is currently letting someone drink from his pecs. he can't be cumming into his clothes like a virgin on top of that. he grits his teeth and restrains himself.

it was a futile effort however, because you do something unthinkable and brave on your part, suddenly using your teeth into the mix, biting lightly on his sensitive nipple, immediately sending him over the edge.

sukuna jolts and his clothed cock presses up against you as he blows his load into his pants, the shock of the painful pleasure having shot down his spine. you hear him groan deeply and hiss at you, retaliating by grabbing a handful of your hair. but you're unrelenting, and your mouth is still latched onto him. your cheeky grin pisses him off.

once his orgasm subsides, sukuna pries your lips away from his puffy nipples. they're swollen and sensitive. he has tears barely protruding from the corners of his eyes, and there is a brilliant blush on his face.

"fucking hell. you're insatiable. one perverted fucking woman," he tells you with a growl.

"but you liked it. loved it, even. so much that you came in your pants-"

you yelp as you're manhandled onto the bed. sukuna practically tears the clothes off from your body, stripping you bare, down to your dripping wet pussy. he roughly slots his fingers into your soaking cunt, a mean glare in his eyes, having flared up from your provoking.

"you're sopping wet. not much better than me, are you?" sukuna sneers, fingering your most delicate spot. you moan, unable to respond, too preoccupied with the pleasure.

he removes his digits and then shoves them into your own mouth, to shut you up. then, he frees his still aching cock from his pants and shoves it into you all in one go.

"all nice and loose f' me," he groans, feeling your welcoming walls around his dick.

"i wonder if i bred you nice and full- would i get to have a taste of your milk too?"

you suck on his fingers and whimper, full of lust and desire.

"oh? ...you don't seem to hate the idea. i'll fuck a baby into you, then," he says darkly.

...and a blissful night ensues, where you get to enjoy getting pumped full of the milk from his cock, not just his tits.

[kaiserinnessie]

Can i request like this??

Well imma still do it lmaodka

SOO UHMMM HQ OR BLLK BOYS WITH SLAVIC SO???

WELCOME BACK FROM RETIREMENT 🫡🫡

Forgot inboxes were a thing I’ve been gone so long… ANYWAY YES YOU CAN REQUEST LIKE THIS

Because this was slightly vague I will try my best:D thank u btw!!

(No smut in this)

Bllk boys with a Slavic SO!

Head cannons only for the amount ima put here

By all means I am NOT Slavic myself. So if this is by any means wrong or anything is stereotypical please lmk. I did my research for this! You can tell I get progressively more lazy…

Isagi Yoichi

•Super eager to learn about your culture.. he watches documentaries, reads articles, and even asks you random questions about your traditions in the middle of the night. Sometimes gets a little scared when you scold him for keeping you up about it.. makes a note to NOT and you in the middle of the night anymore. If he can help it..

•Tries to cook Slavic food for you once but nearly burns down the kitchen. After that, he just hovers around, watching you cook while sneaking bites. He feels even worse whenever it’s brought up at the dinner table whether it be around family or friends. Poor guy..

•Gets along well with your family. If your parents are around, they see him as polite and hard-working, and they probably joke about when he’ll propose. He gets super flustered but takes the hint. Eventually.

•Terrible at learning your language but puts in so much effort. He practices common phrases and cute nicknames for you. You can’t help but let it slide even when he butchers some words just because of how pouty he gets after. Thankfully though he’s a fast learner as he picks up on the words quickly.

•Gets scared easily by Slavic superstitions, like not whistling indoors or not shaking hands over a doorway. He doesn’t want to risk cursing himself. He’s pretty damn gullible like that..

•Loves the idea of big Slavic weddings and jokes about how he’d fight anyone to catch you in a wedding tradition like the ransom for the bride.

Bachira Meguru

•Thinks Slavic folklore is the coolest thing ever and wants to hear every single creepy story you know. If you mention the domovoi (house spirit), he’ll start leaving snacks out for it. “My monster told me too!”

•Tries to dance traditional Slavic dances with you but moves like a chaotic mess. He spins you too hard, dips you too low, and makes the whole thing a disaster—but he’s having fun. Even if he looks like a fish out of water..

•Mimics your accent on purpose if you have one, calling you cute things in an exaggerated voice just to mess with you. “Oh, моя любовь~” (my love~) while draping himself over you dramatically.

•Eats all the Slavic food you make without question. You could hand him something extremely questionable, and he’d just go. “Cool, let’s try it!”

•Absolutely obsessed with Slavic desserts, especially honey cake (medovik) and piroshki. He eats five portions in one sitting and then collapses into a food coma.

•Plays dumb pranks using your superstitions if you have any, like leaving empty bottles upside-down or putting a broom near the door to see how long it takes for you to notice. Always blames it on his monster after.

•Tries learning your language but only remembers insults and dramatic phrases. If you scold him, he just says, “Ты разбила мне сердце” (You broke my heart) and fake sobs.

Rin Itoshi

•Doesn’t act excited, but listens intently whenever you talk about your culture and actually remembers everything you say. But he would never admit to that.

•Picks up your native language ridiculously fast and starts talking shit to Sae in it so he won’t understand. Eventually grows mad when Sae learns it back just to spite him, coming to you to complain. “That asshole..”

•Finds Slavic superstitions stupid but will lowkey follow them anyway. If he sees you avoid passing things over a doorway, he starts doing it too.. just in case.

•Thinks some Slavic traditions are too much work but does them for you anyway. If your family expects him to do a long toast at dinner, he just sighs and goes, “Za nas” (To us). He’s also maybe doing it because of the harsh glare he’s getting from you beside him.

•Prefers simple Slavic dishes and will casually ask for them like it’s no big deal. “We’re having pelmeni again, right?”

•Absolutely hates large family gatherings, but tolerates them because of you. He won’t admit it, but he actually enjoys how warm and close-knit your family is. And if they aren’t? Better for him, he enjoys your company one-on-one anyways.

•If someone disrespects your culture, he’s immediately roasting them into the ground in your language. Even more so if you’re around.. just to hear you thank him.

Kaiser

•Finds your culture fascinating and brags about it to other people like it’s a flex. But more so as if he’s Slavic himself.. he doesn’t know much about his own German traditions so yours kind of become the filler until you force him to learn about his own. (He’s secretly grateful for it though, even if he never out right admits it)

•Purposely butchers your language just to piss you off but secretly practices it in private to surprise you later. “What do you mean I said it wrong? Isn’t it ____?”

•Will wear traditional Slavic embroidered shirts (vyshyvanka) just because he thinks it makes him look cool and romantic. You scold him about it later.

•Expects royal treatment whenever you cook for him, dramatically praising your skills like, “Ah, I’ve never tasted something this divine in my life.” But it sounds more mockingly than anything.

•Pretends superstitions don’t matter but visibly hesitates if he does something unlucky.

•Loves Slavic fairy tales and compares himself to the charming prince in every single one. But at the same time hates them because of how unrealistic they are…

•Wants to be the center of attention at big Slavic celebrations and somehow becomes everyone’s favorite foreigner by the end of the night.

•pisses you off daily just to see if you will put him in his place.

Nagi

•Too lazy to learn your language properly, but memorizes pet names and compliments. He loves calling you “моя звезда” (my star) in a sleepy voice. (Reo taught him.)

•Takes post-lunch naps seriously and uses Slavic resting traditions as an excuse to sleep more. ANY EXCUSE HE CAN TAKE, he uses.

•Eats anything you give him without question and doesn’t realize how long certain dishes take to prepare. He casually asks for complex meals like they’re instant. Will pout if you can’t make them.

•Doesn’t care about superstitions until something unlucky happens, then suddenly he’s like.. “Tch… maybe you were right.”

•Loves Slavic winter traditions like drinking hot tea with jam while bundled up in blankets.

Reo Mikage

•Tries to become an expert in your culture after one Google search. He wants to impress your family. Ends up actually studying after messing up ONCE and becomes completely fluent in anything and everything. You find it annoying just how fast he can learn.

•Spoils you with Slavic-themed gifts, traditional jewelry, books on folklore, expensive imported treats. Even if you say you don’t need them, especially if it’s just because it’s apart of your culture, he will end up pretending he never heard you. (He will be scolded by you later)

•Respects every superstition, even the weird ones. He once refused to hand you money directly because he didn’t want to bring bad luck. Going as far to make sure Nagi followed them too, at-least whenever he’s around you.

•Loves extravagant Slavic weddings and already plans yours in his head. Safe to say you won’t have to worry about anyone outdoing you guys or being disappointed.

•Gets tipsy at big family gatherings and starts toasting in your language with over-the-top romantic speeches. And you can’t tell who gets teased more after, you or him.

Barou

•Acts like he doesn’t care about your culture but secretly loves it and follows traditions better than you do. Somehow.

•Eats everything you cook but also demands to know the recipes so he can learn to cook it himself. If it’s a passed down recipe he will do anything in his power to obtain it (normally)

•Scares people at gatherings just by sitting there, but your relatives love him because he eats so much. And how he cleans up after everyone..

•Secretly follows superstitions but won’t admit it. You once saw him hesitate before shaking hands over a doorway.

•Admires the warrior mentality in Slavic history and compares himself to ancient warriors.

Chigiri

•Genuinely fascinated by Slavic culture and eager to learn. He’d listen intently when you talk about traditions, even taking notes mentally.

•Respects Slavic superstitions—if you say whistling indoors brings bad luck, he will immediately stop, no questions asked.

•Loves Slavic food, especially borscht and piroshki. Prefers lighter soups but will eat heavier dishes if you make them. Enjoys the ones with lots of nutrients as well

•Absolutely loves it when you braid his hair. If Slavic traditions involve hair significance, he takes it to heart. And he may or may not learn all he can about hair care there because WOAH.

•If your family is traditional, he’s so polite and well-mannered when meeting them. They end up fawning over him immediately.

•Will jokingly compare his speed to famous Slavic athletes and subtly flex his knowledge of your country’s soccer scene.(it’s not really a joke)

•If you teach him some Slavic phrases, he will use them secretly as insults to like anyone but your family. The only way someone notices is by the way he spits them out so sassily.

•If you celebrate name days, he will always remember and surprise you.

Otoya

•Loves hearing your traditional music and will tease you by trying to dance to it. He fails miserably and makes a fool out of himself. Your parents do not like him that much.

•Finds Slavic folk tales absolutely wild—he’ll be both amused and mildly disturbed by the darker ones. Even if he shows no emotion of such.

•Insists on calling you pet names in your native language but mispronounces them on purpose to mess with you. (Atleast that’s what he tells out.”

•Finds Slavic martial arts fascinating—if you know any, he’ll beg you to show him some moves. If you do teach him any, they turn into flirting techniques..

•Enjoys watching Soviet-era cartoons with you, even if he doesn’t fully understand them.

•If you tell him about superstitions like not shaking hands in doorways, he’ll do it anyway just to annoy you.

•attempts and fails to drink on the same level as ANYONE in your family, will be butt hurt about it

Hiori

•Deeply respects Slavic history and will actually research it on his own just to understand your background.

•Loves hearing old lullabies and folk songs—finds them oddly soothing. Especially if you sing any to him.

•Always remembers important holidays and traditions, even if you don’t expect him to.

•Finds Slavic architecture beautiful—if you ever take him to your country, he’d be mesmerized by old churches and castles.

•Prefers lighter dishes like cabbage rolls but won’t refuse food you make.

•If you believe in the evil eye, he’ll secretly carry an amulet or symbol for your protection.

•would try to learn the language but his accent makes it infinitely times harder

•isn’t good under the expectations of YOUR parents if they have any for him, poor guy gets PTSD

Kurona

•Quietly listens when you talk about your culture and never forgets small details.

•Wants to learn your language so he can communicate better with your family. And he might learn a few words.. but it also doesn’t help that he repeats them more than ness scary and the fact his sharp teeth hinder the pronunciation a bit

•If you have special rituals or greetings, he’ll participate even if he doesn’t fully get them. “Приветик.. Приветик..”

•Loves traditional pastries—he has a sweet tooth and will 100% steal a pirozhok when you’re not looking.

•If your country has brutal winters, he will bundle up ridiculously while you’re casually fine in the cold.

Ness

•Extremely romantic about Slavic traditions—if there’s a love-related superstition, he believes it 100%. Even more so when he sees ones about magic.. he’s like a kid from how bright his eyes light up

•Finds the concept of name days adorable and makes sure to celebrate yours. Always.

•If you tell him about protective charms or folk remedies, he’ll actually try them out. And that turns into all the time.

•Loves hearing you speak your language—will beg you to teach him endearing phrases. “Please leibe pleaseeee teach me something!”

•Traditional Slavic dances? He wants to learn. And yes, he will step on your feet.

•Enjoys your country’s fashion styles—if there are embroidered designs, he’ll wear them proudly.

•Might get way too invested in your culture’s soccer teams, just to bond with you.

Yukimiya

•Finds Slavic aesthetics stunning—from architecture to clothing, he genuinely admires it.

•Appreciates the poetic nature of Slavic languages—will ask you to read or recite something just to hear it.

•Respects traditional Slavic values and finds the family-centric culture beautiful. Your family LOVES HIM.

•Loves celebrating unique holidays with you, especially ones that involve big feasts.

•Wants to travel to your homeland and take professional-style photos of the scenery. Especially for his modeling career

•Enjoys classic Slavic literature and poetry, especially if you introduce him to it.

•If you follow old protection rituals, he might quietly participate just because he knows it matters to you. Even if he finds it a bit odd.. he could never say that to your face though.

Shidou

•Loves Slavic folklore, especially the dark or chaotic stories—he finds them hilarious. Loud about it too.

•Refuses to acknowledge superstitions unless he can use them to tease you. Earning a glare from you, always, and he can’t help but giggle at you like a school girl

•Would 100% challenge your family to drinking games during celebrations. Somehow holds his liquor up against most of them?? Becomes a regular after that

•Finds Slavic martial arts cool and will try to fight you for fun. But is always gentle with you until you make it clear you’re into it.

•LOVES the food—he will inhale every dish you put in front of him. Bros a dog. But will refuse anything that looks too weird..

•Will dramatically compare himself to folklore creatures just to annoy you. He loves the angry face you make whenever he does so

•Thinks name days are dumb but will still get you a present.

•Biggest flirt, even around your family. Earning him multiple slaps atop the head. Kicks to the shin. And ice cold glares. “Owww damn okay sorry..”

Sae

•Highly respectful of your culture but doesn’t express it verbally—just quietly participates.

•If you celebrate Orthodox holidays, he will observe and respect every custom. Not without complaining though. Drama queen.

•If you have a big, loud family, he finds them overwhelming but will still visit. As long as you listen to his rants later.

•Prefers modern Slavic literature over old folklore but won’t complain if you tell him stories.

•Watches your country’s soccer leagues just to understand your roots better. And maybe learn more..

•Enjoys the food but prefers lighter dishes. Will refuse anything he doesn’t truly want to eat, making up for it later

•If you teach him Slavic idioms or proverbs, he will use them at the perfect moments to flex on others. But he won’t tell anyone that(uses them on rin time to time)

Kunigami(before WC)

•Deeply respects Slavic traditions—he sees the importance of heritage and wants to honor it. His sisters pick up on it as well.

•If your culture has warrior legends or heroic figures, he’s interested in learning about them.

•Prefers simple, hearty meals like stews and stuffed cabbage—if it’s protein-packed, he’s all for it. Can not say no to your cooking if you cook for him, good or not.

•Very serious about respecting elders—if your family is strict, he’ll be overly polite. Becomes a favorite almost instantly

•Superstitions aren’t his thing, but if you tell him something is bad luck, he’ll take it seriously. Maybe a little too seriously

•Loves name days because it gives him another reason to celebrate you.

•Tries to learn your language but struggles with pronunciation—you’ll hear him practicing under his breath.

•Not a fan of vodka, but he will drink it if your family insists—and he’ll hold his liquor like a champ. Until you guys are alone…

Karasu

•Finds Slavic folklore wild and hilarious—he will 100% make fun of the creepier ones just to tease you. Then feels bad after..

•Loves Slavic curses and insults—if you call him something in your language, he’ll demand to know what it means. And just like a crow, repeats it after and holds onto that knowledge forever

•Not big on superstitions but will follow them just to mess with you—like pretending to test bad luck theories.

•Finds Slavic drinking culture impressive—will challenge your uncles to a drinking contest at family gatherings. WILL lose.

•Absolutely chaotic during holiday traditions—if there’s a festival or ritual, he’s doing it full force.

•Enjoys traditional Slavic dances but turns them into a joke—expect exaggerated spins and dramatic flair. Knows when to calm down when needed though.

•Gets a kick out of how strict Slavic grandmothers can be—if yours yells at him, he’ll take it as a challenge. (Mentally. He will not fight back otherwise.)

Tried my best! I hope you enjoy:)

[dronebiscuitbat]

Me debating with myself to post this or to let it fester in my computer until the end of creation

Me: It's essentially PwP I can't post that.

Also Me: But it's so good! Your practice works are never usually this good!

Me: ...

Okay yeah, here's some Tera and Kiara smut.

This is NOT CANNON

It is a practice fic that ended up being really good and I peer pressured myself into posting it.

I repeat this is NOT CANNON.

Experimentation

(An Exploration on What If?)

Kiara was over at Tera's house again, she nearly lived there at this point, not even bothering to put away the extra cot anymore and just leaving it set up.

There was a reason for that though, it was probably a dumb reason, but it was a reason.

She was confused, so confused on how she felt about… everything. It was making her sleepless, frustrated. There was something different about her, something that was becoming more and more obvious.

And she'd… thought about something to confirm it.

“Tera.” She started, and the word was so quiet and nervous she was almost certain she'd have to say it again, but Tera heard it, turning from the movie they were watching to her, they were both curled up under the covers, Kiara leaning slightly on her best friend so that they could both see that laptop.

“Hm? Yeah? What's up?” Was the response, purple eyelights turning thier full attention onto white, Kiara felt the nerves build… this was a terrible idea…

“C-can you… show me what it's l-like to-to…” What kind of question was this?! This asinine plan would completely ruin their friendship, for what? To find out of she was really into girls?

“To what? Hey, don't be nervous, you can ask me anything.” Tera smiled, her hand coming down to lightly rest on her shoulder. “Nothing’s gonna make me think you're weird or anything."

Kiara somewhat doubted that.

“To be with… a girl?” She murmurs out, and she's so lucky Tera has great hearing, or maybe unlucky.

Because she blinks and immediately turns the movie off, setting the laptop somewhere on the floor. Her face looking serious.

“What?”

Kiara wants to freeze up or backtrack, maybe even run home and pray Tera would think this was some weird dream.

But she doesn't.

“I-I just. I've been so….c-confused, and-and you're the only one I trust to… do this with. And understand why…” She stammers, her core feeling like it's pounding she's so nervous.

“Confused? About?” The expression painted on Tera's face is not one of disgust, but of concern, her hand reaches down to hold and squeeze her own, butterflies flutter in her chest.

“Dad says I'm… supposed to like boys.” She's never said this out loud before, it feels… good, to let it out.

“You like Rad, don't you?” Tera offers, and Kiara appreciates what she's trying to do.

“I… do. But I-I… I think I feel that way about girls too…” She blushes, it feels so much more real now that it's not just a thought in her head.

“Oh…” Tera smiles, however she feels about it, she doesn't let it show externally. “That's okay, you can feel that way. There's nothing wrong with that.”

Kiara feels herself relax a little at those words, like she needed permission from someone that it was okay. But she wasn't done.

“B-but I'm not s-sure if I do! that's why… I wanna do this.” She explains slowly. “If I… experience it with a girl. With you, then I'll know…”

At this, her best friend gulps.

“There are less… extreme ways to figure yourself out.” She points out softly, it's not judgmental, and she does move closer.

“I know! It's just… I think it's gonna be the thing I need to understand. I don't think just a k-kiss is going to help me…”

She watches her best freind parse this information, taking a shaky breath.

“I'm not- I'm not saying no. I'm just…this is really intimate… and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me if… if you decide it's not what you want.” She replies, it's like she's forcing the words out.

“That's why I came to you… I trust you. And I know no matter w-what… you'll always be my best freind.”

“Of course I will be.” Tera nods softly, and there's a moment of silence.

“Okay.” It's almost a whisper. “We can.”

Kiara feels her core jump at that, she'd almost expected the answer to be no. For the first time in almost the entire conversation, they make eye contact, Tera pulls her up to embrace her.

“But you need to tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable, okay? We can use the color system…” She hums, she's carding through platinum blonde hair and it's such a nice feeling Kiara closes her eyes.

“Color s-system?”

“Mmhm, Green means keep going, Yellow means pause, Red means stop entirely.” Tera explains, she's adjusting them, laying her down softly while she sits near her legs.

“How do you know that?” Kiara asks, and Tera chuckles nervously as she comes to straddle her hips. “I'm… stronger then every other worker drone here, I wanted my partner to be safe with me… if I ever got one.”

“Oh…”

This was literally what Kiara had asked for… Tera above her, sitting straddled over her hips as she's held down by her best freinds strong, scarred hands. Her tail already slinking up to wrap around her leg.

Her expression was focused, nervous- but mostly determined. Her grip was steadying, like it always was.

“Are you sure you want to do this? There are other ways to… find out.” She asks, she's making sure Kiara is comfortable, she's always doing that. And Tera's hand runs lovingly down the rungs of her leg, she feels her chest tighten in response and an almost dizzying feeling invade her processors.

“Y-yeah. I wanna-I wanna know. I want to know what it's l-like.”

“It doesn't have to be with me.” Tera's voice is nearly a whisper, rough and grating- but soothing, Kiara smiles.

“I want it to be…”

Tera nods slowly, her tail tightens around her leg, and her hands begin moving, exploring her lower body, scraping the tips of her claws across the emaculate metal.

Her core pounds, it's like a live wire hooked directly into her inputs, something completely breathless escapes her throat, and Tera looks surprised, before she smiles softly.

“I'm not sure anyone else is going to have claws Kia.” She hums, leaning down farther, her weight pressing down on her, she's trapped; but it's where she wants to be.

And she can't bring herself to respond either, not with that warmth and those eyes peircing into her, like Tera could see into her very core. All she can do instead is whine softly when the sensation suddenly stops.

“Color.” Tera hums, hands falling to squeeze lightly at her hips- and she feels lightheaded.

“G-Green. K-keep going.” It takes everything in her for that not to sound like begging.

And so she continues, claws now lightly scraping up and down her arms, as she hears the girl purr gently above her, shivers of delight climb up every rung until they make contact with her core; another, muted breathy noise is dragged out of her mouth.

Her best freind grabs her hand, thumbing a circle into it as she leans down, hot breath tickling her neck that had her swallowing in anticipation, Tera was close enough now to feel her radiating body heat, to hear her breaths that were shaky yet steady and grounding.

Lips make contact with the metal, and immediately something warm blooms from the area, Tera's hand in hers interlock with her fingers as chaste kisses are placed up and down her neck and jaw, the subtle feeling of fangs brushing against thin tubing- and she can't keep her eyes open anymore, her eyes close as a blistering tounge is pressed against her cold plating.

“Mmh~” She squirms, heat beginning to bloom out from her core in a way she was unfamiliar with, And the breathy laugh that escapes the woman on top of her only made it hotter.

“You're so sensitive…” She murmurs, and then she's right back to it, kissing and licking up and down the metal, until her fangs are scraping down her neck and she shudders at the way electricity seemed to spark between every contact.

When she pulls back she's breathing more heavily, chest rising and falling as the lungs she's been given by the solver supplemented her overworked fans.

She's hovering over Kia's face, hesitant to close the gap between them. It made sense… they had never kissed before.

It was probably extremely weird that they were in this moment without having done that before. But until about a hour ago, doing anything like this had seemed completely impossible. To both of them.

“K-kiss me… please.” Kiara mouths, and it surprises the both of them. Tera gains a violet fluster that's so… so cute, her hand rises to cup her cheek, thumbing over the seam of her visor and then- licks her lips.

Watching it takes her breath away, and takes everything else when their lips meet.

She tastes vaguely of oil, which was to be expected, but Kiara found it strangly addicting. Tera's lips moved against her own in ways that had her breathing coming out in pants. She tried to keep up- to copy her movements; and she got louder purring in response.

After a moment, Tera pulls back, head resting on her forehead with a glazed over look in her eyes, Kiara's hand moves to her chest, she can feel Tera's core beating almost out of her chest.

She wants more…

Kiara leans forward to press their lips together again and she can feel the woman above her tense before melting, pressing deeper into her. A tongue swipes at her lip, requesting entrance, and Kiara doesn't even hesitate for a moment before opening her mouth to accept the intrusion.

Tera holds her tighter as her long tongue invades her mouth, she's genuinely caught off gaurd with how long it is, but can't help the groan that leaves her when it presses and pulls against her own tongue. Kiara buries one of her hands in soft black locks, bringing her in deeper.

Tera makes a low groan when she accidentally pulls on her hair; and so she does it again slightly harder, in response, she feels sharp fangs prick her lip and a low growl escape from her best freind. and they pull back again.

They're both panting, a string of saliva leaves breaks between them and Kiara feels the heat in her visor increase at the sight of her best freind looking over her hungerly, fangs bared as her mouth was slightly open.

When she leans back in, the kiss is different, desperate and sloppy as she feels hands begin to slide down the back of her dress, trying to find a zipper. Kiara flushes, something hot beginning to burn through her as she pulls off flannel and throws it to the floor. She feels Tera's tail coil and vibrate around her leg as it attempted to wag but had nowhere to go.

Tera finds the zipper and pulls, and she feels her dress loosen around her figure, her breath hitches as she goes from her lips being assaulted to her neck again, transforming from kisses to nipping and sucking.

“Tera~” She moans when she bites particularly hard, sending embarrassed butterflies and burning heat into her core as she feels Tera react to her name, a low groan leaves the solver drones mouth and she shudders.

“C-color?” Tera breaths against sensitive plating, and Kiara feels the room spin.

“Green, please~”

Her dress begins to come off, Tera pushing it down farther and farther until it's down around her ankles and hitting the floor… Kiara attempts to cover herself out of habit, but Tera is smiling down at her.

“Don't hide yourself… you're beautiful.” She hums and pins both her hands back above her head, the free hand tracing down the slight raise of her chest and down the rubber midsection before she begins another round of searing kisses all over her exposed body, savoring every single moment, every sound and every taste.

Kiara can't breathe, all she can feel are the little shocks of pleasure every time those lips make contact with a different part of her body, the lingering thought that this was only a way to prove her sexuality was tossed squarely out the window- this was for them, both of them.

Kiara struggles to pull the last peice of clothing off Tera, the tank top tight fitting. But she eventually manages with a little help from the girl herself; it exposes the patchwork of scars that litter her body, some only hairline, others garish black marks that went down along porcelain white.

With them both exposed, there's a lull in movement as they took each other in, Kiara knew Tera had a lot of scars, but she had more then she had anticipated, she reached for one that swiped across her core, scraping her finger against blackened silicone.

Tera whimpered and twitched as the scar was handled, something that had been entirely foreign so far, emboldened, Kiara's hands began to roam over all of them, tracing the marks in reverence.

“Kia~” Her name falls out of her mouth like she was sitting in church, and Kiara feels her mouth go entirely dry, a smile making it's way to her face.

“You're… sensitive too.” Kiara hums, hand resting on her shoulders as she laughs, she doesn't expect Tera to pull her up into her lap, hands running across her back and through her hair.

Tera starts by softly pressing the glass covering of her core with her own, and both of them buck their hips at once at the contact, the friction amplifying the feeling.

“Oh god~ hah~” Kiara really didn’t expect the feeling to be that overwhelming. Her body trembled as Tera rolled her hips so that there cores would make contact again, the jolt was just as dizzying the second time.

“F-fuck…” Tera moaned, the strength and confidence she'd displayed thus far melting away into vulnerability, she buried her head into Kiara's shoulder as Kiara did the same.

“More~ please~ ah-” Kiara begged, her core was throbbing with need, mouth stuck open as gasps escaped them.

“Mm~ Yeah…” Tera mumbled back, setting a gentle rhythm with her hips as they clacked together, cores glowing brighter and brighter each time they rubbed together. It felt so good.

Kiara found her hand grabbing at the base of Tera's tail, pulling it firmly and stroking it in time with every grind of their hips.

“Oh*!*~ F-fuck Kia! Mmph!~ N-not there! ah~”

But she didn't stop her, instead her head went back as she gasped and moaned in pleasure as Kiara played with her tail, the rhythm beginning to be lost for the sake of more friction.

All she could think about was more more, oh god please more.

She felt Tera reach behind her, trembling with ecstasy as a particularly loud moan broke through the cacophony of pleasured sounds, along with a small click of a hatch opening. A port being exposed above Tera's core.

With another few sloppy grinds, Kiara yelped out in pleasure and her hatch opened as well, and Tera finally stopped with a shudder.

Clasped in Tera's hand was a linking cable, stiff from never being used before, her breath came out in pants.

“Color?” She asks breathlessly, hand trembling as she barely holds herself back.

Kiara grabbed the receiver end, running her hand along the cable before she plugged it into herself.

“So Green. I need you~”

Tera shivers at that, groaning as she hesitates for only a moment, a settings menu being visible on her visor.

“W-what-?”

“Firewall… we don't want to risk… you know.” Tera breathed out, a reassuring smile on her face. “I'm just updating them quickly… I never thought this would happen so their outdated…”

Kiara smiled, Tera was always thinking ahead no matter what. The update finished quickly, and Tera breathed out a shaky nervous breath. “Brace yourself.”

She plugged the donor end into herself, and they both froze as code mixed and sensations bled together, Kiara fell backwards and Tera fell with her, the sensation of melding systems being almost enough to send them both into reboot.

Kiara was hit with the most powerful feeling of love she'd ever felt. It was like the bulk of Tera's code was made of it. Tears came into her eyes as she finally- finally understood, it was like everything perfectly clicked into place.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It was being written in the empty spaces of her code, being felt in her processors, being proven in her core.

I love you, I love you, I love you

It was being streamed from the universe, from the ocean of purple code, from the core of her best freind.

I love you too.

She wrote back, not just once, but over and over and over again, hands interlocked and lips made contact as every internal and external feeling was amplified to it's utter maximum.

“Kia… Kia! KIA! AHG~!” Tera’s voice broke through independently from their conjoined systems, working up to an overload that would undoubtedly bring them both into a soft reboot.

“Tera!~” Kiara felt an explosion of junk data enter her core, broken up by the firewall to be rendered unusable by her own system, but that didn't matter, it was still an intense amount of data that she simply couldn't deal with.

With a shuddering final moan, she shut off, Tera following a split second after as they both collapsed in a heap.

_

Tera was the first to come back online, groaning as her limbs felt fuzzy and her head felt like lead, she was laying on something cool and smelled like fresh linens.

She sat up as much as she could before a wire trapped her in, and she blinked.

Oh. Oh that wasn't a dream, that really just happened.

“Kiara?” She asked, lifting up the girls visor to see the overload error. She sighed in relief and slowly unhooked them, throwing the linking cable haphazardly back into her nightstand drawer.

She wrapped herself around the smaller figure, pulling her into her chest and resting her head on tip of hers, she had a feeling that when she woke up, they would be having another conversation, but for now it was best to enjoy this moment.

Tera kissed the top of her Forehead, purring in contentment, she knew why…

Her mate was in her arms… where she belonged.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Relationship headcanons for Slade Wilson & Clark Kent with gn s/o?

I kinda got carried away with the Clark relationship head-cannons that I forgot that you also wanted Slade…oops. 🦦

Baby girl

Malewife

Certified himbo

Golden retriever energy!

Heart of gold, dumb of ass-

Okay I’ll stop but you get the gist, this man would honest to god, worship you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that he wouldn’t cuz we all know he would.

No thoughts, head empty; just full of ways where he could love on you.

He’s a cutie! And he probably trips over or unintentionally hurts himself because he can’t help but admire you and all of your handsomeness/beauty/gorgeousness.

Hell I bet before you two were dating Clark’s confession must’ve been the most sweetest, heartfelt, and the most adorkable thing ever.

He would probably be on the fence whether or not in telling you he’s Superman because he doesn’t want to put you in any sort of danger but then again being in a romantic relationship with him was already putting you in danger; so he would probably have to sit you down for that conversation, hold your hands within his bigger ones and pray that you understood his reasoning behind the secrecy.

His love languages have got to be one or all of the following;

words of affirmation: he will call you any and every endearing word in the dictionary even if you were only just getting up to start your day. He’s your hype man in every sense of a word and will not allow you to be harsh or look down on yourself. He’s not having it, so he won’t hear it because how can you not see yourself the way he sees you?

To Clark, your phenomenal, exceptional, extraordinary, amazing, incredible, excellent, talented, fantastic, handsome, beautiful, charming, gorgeous and above all else; you. That’s all he wants you to be. Yourself.

acts of service: as I said before Clark lives to serve and with that I’d like to think of him taking on chores that he knows you don’t particularly like doing just so he could relieve the stress of having to do it off of your shoulders. He’d also attempt to make breakfast, but your better off helping him so he doesn’t accidentally breaks the handle off of any appliance you have at your disposal by unintentionally using excessive force.

Clark would do stuff that would be considered small to other people such as leaving out clothes you found most comfort in, neatly folded in your dresser, or bending down to help you in tying your shoes, but to you they were the biggest expressions of love one could ever experience.

Physical touch: this man is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me otherwise. Oh yeah don’t get me wrong but just because he’s stronger then the average man don’t mean he ain’t gonna hold you tight against him -though not too tight- and still be extremely cautious of the usage of his strength. he doesn’t wanna hurt you in any capacity at all. He’s so, so gentle and frequently worried about the consequences that would come if he didn’t handle you with enough care.

Hand holding is a staple in your relationship.

He’s a big spoon and a little spoon in terms of cuddling because he wants to feel as though he’s protecting you in your most vulnerable form and also wants to be comforted by you as he lays his head on your chest. It’s almost a comical sight, you spooning this Greek god of a man but it’s such a sweet and tender moment between the two of you finding comfort in each others presence and being able to be your most vulnerable with them that it completely negates all of that.

back hugs in the morning from either you or Clark because I just adore the idea of this man coming up behind you and hugging you with his strong arms caging you at the waist as his head is buried into your neck as he whispers you a good morning. I also adore the idea of you just going up behind him and hugging him as tightly as you could, not knowing that you couldn’t possibly hurt him physically even if you tried.

Quality time: while unfortunately yes, being Superman is a full time thing. That don’t mean Clark wouldn’t at least attempt in making time just for the both of you and besides you found his deep rooted want to help anyone and everyone extremely endearing and admirable; but sometimes he does need to be reminded that not everyone wants to be saved despite how difficult that maybe for him to understand. But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop trying to help. It’s the one thing no one can change about Clark.

So when you two do get some time together it’s pretty much just spent doing whatever it is that you two like to do together like watch a movie, read books, etc or separate whilst still being within the same room as one another in a comfortable silence. Clark is trying to make up for lost time but it’s the fact that he’s trying is all that matters to you.

Plz hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks! Plz. He will melt into your hold as he brings his bigger hands up to hold against yours his face as he closes his eyes and visibly relaxes. Precious bean deserves to be pampered with love and affection.

You’d defiantly be stealing his cozy beige/cream coloured jumper. You loved how it made your hulking boyfriend look like the epitome of soft, so of course when he’s away you immediately sift through his things and pull the jumper over your body, where for the rest of the day you would be doing stuff in your shared home whilst in his clothes that were *probably* way too big for you and that you had to face the continuous task of having to push up the sleeves constantly so that they wouldn’t get in the way.

So when Clark comes home and sees you wearing his cozy little jumper, he’s utterly enamoured as though it was the first time he’s seeing you all over again. It’s cute and the soft sappy expression on his face will forever and always melt your heart; his soft blue eyes staring at you adoringly like you were the one to have painted the stars in the sky, the slight blush upon his pinch-able cheeks, and the dopey smile upon his pretty lips.

‘Something catch your eye handsome?’ You’d say one day upon catching him gawking at you from the doorway, taking great pleasure in watching him squirm and stumble over his words as he tries to justify his staring without it coming across as creepy. ‘I wasn’t- I’m sorry-‘ you didn’t let him continue as you walked over to him and moved your arms to hold his face in your hands, your thumbs running across his warm cheeks that only seemed to grow warmer beneath your touch.

‘It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything weird or creepy by it. I’m just teasing you, you know I love it when you look at me because when you look at me…I feel more seen then I ever have with anyone else.’ You admitted to him, pressing your head into his tits chest, ‘so please don’t stop looking at me in that way for it reminds me that this is real and not some fever dream.’

[lottiette]

Billy Thunderman Relationship/General Head Cannons

Authors note: Hi! This is my first post. I’ve never done headcannons before, so I’m sorry if this is bad. I am taking requests. I will do my best to answer them. Please do not steal content.

- He fiddles with your fingers when nervous or just as a stim

- He gets self conscious about his “slowness”(dumb) so sometimes he needs reassurance

- He would go anywhere to get you anything you want

- He’s a golden retriever boy

- He’s a simp. He’s just happy to be there with you and that you love him

- He really likes hips/hip dips/love handles. He doesn’t care what his partner looks like (but I think he likes chubbier girls) but he loves all body types

- He takes almost everything literally so you have to be patient and ready to explain

- I think he would like to give you piggy back rides and go fast with you. Doesn’t matter how much you weigh he’ll find a way

- He always makes sure you’re comfortable with everything./in a situation. If you’re not he’ll find a way to get you out of there as quick as possible

- You have to help with studies and school and it actually kinda helps bring his grades up(just a little) cause he’s thinking about you and that makes him like remember the moment you were teaching something

- Speaking of, when you’re studying he’ll get bored and start teasing you. He’ll kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. Maybe throw you onto his bed, or pull you into his lap.

- Barb and Hank like you because let’s be honest they worry about him because he’s “dumb” so they’re happy there’s someone to take care of him.

- You and Nora have to be friends, because family means a lot to him and Nora is his best friend, but don’t worry she loves you. You guys do manicures and pedicures and all that jazz together

- He likes when you scratch his head/ laying his head in your lap

- He likes to cuddle with his arms around your waist and his legs tangled in yours.

- He really likes kitties and puppies so one of your dates might consist of just hanging out with furry friends.

- He just loves animals in general.

- I know he’s “dumb” but I feel like he’s really good at coding and like video game glitches and loopholes

- He doesn’t care what y’all do or where you go for dates he’s just happy to be with you.

- He hypes up everything you do no matter what

- I feel like he probably gets bullied for being slow so he appreciates it when you stand up for him(even if he doesn’t realize he’s being bullied)

- He’d definitely stand up for you if you were ever bullied. Like no questions asked.

- He’d also probably do anything you asked him to do.(with in reason)

- I feel like he probably flusters you a lot without even realizing it.

Thats all I have for now if I think of more I will add or make another post. Please requests anything you’d like and I’ll do my best to make it happen but I will be posting my rules and guidelines for requests. If you have any questions, suggestions, or advice please let me know. Bye! 😘

[miss-multi45]

Hallooooo!!

Do you think you could write any head cannons about a reader who’s very out of pocket or chaotic? I just read the one where they get injured very easily… (I loved it.) But short story short reader would basically jump out a moving vehicle for two quarters. (WITH THE GHOULS AND GHOULETTES I FUCKED IT IP RHE FIRST TOME HELP)

of course sweetheart ♡♡

swiss

"WAIT NO (Y/N) SODO DIDN'T MEAN IT WHEN HE ASKED YOU TO SWALLOW A TAMPON FOR 50 CENTS!-"

he either loves it, or is deeply concerned for you.

sodo

eggs you on.

bitch.

"if you swallow my cum nonstop for 4 rounds straight, i will be your slave for 3 weeks straight."

makes it nsfw.

rain

watches as you carry out these dumb af tasks.

eventually got tired of it and scooped you into his arms and carried you to the hospital wing because your arm was bleeding badly.

phantom

praises you for it.

"good boy / good little pet / good girl, i'm entertained."

after a few hours he beckons you back to your room because of how tired you are.

mountain

looks at you like 👁 👄 👁 when you tell him you jumped off a bridge into freezing waters for $50 / £50.

annoyed by the amount of time he spends patching up your wounds.

aether

does it with you.

makes sure you don't go too far.

takes care of you if you do go too far.

omega

"please stop doing it."

pinches his bridge and sighs when he sees you doing it.

drags you away kicking and screaming while he's just tired as hell.

alpha

"skinny dip with me, the ghouls, and mist and I'll give you head after."

literally has the most tame and chill requests for you.

ifrit

"if you let me knaw on your upper thigh for however long I want, I will let you polish my horns."

makes bargains with you like all the time and they are the most random selection of words you have ever heard.

aurora

"let me do your nails, and I will swap lingerie sets with you."

holds her hand out for a handshake like it's a matter of life and death.

cirrus

"sorry, what?"

watches you carry out these dumb asf tasks while she's completely dumbfounded.

cumulus

she'd either make a business out of it, or do it with you.

"sodo asked something, wanna do it together?"

mist

she does it too.

instead of money, they give her crystals.

"BABE! alpha said that if we form a truce with 4 wild badgers, he'd give me 12 amethysts. WE GOTTA DO IT-"

[kayakima]

hiiii!! don't mind me, just pulling out a folding chair and setting it up on your lawn after that connie x pieck art you reblogged. please tell me about the hijinks and shenanigans they would get up to!!

also, while i'm here i just wanted to say that i always loved pieck as a character, but the way you've written her in Our Whole Lives are Ahead of Us is my favourite depiction of her in any fic and i just consider it cannon for her now

hope you're doing well bb! <3

HELLO WILDIE!!!!

Don’t mind me busting out a grill and cooking some hot dogs with my crush (he’s very into hot dogs) while I advocate for ConPiku. Bonfire’s in the corner and as any good old American I endorse the irresponsible use of lighter fluid at a bonfire (we hosed the grass around the firepit down so have fun)

Pieck and Connie in OWL are a very special pairing and I like to think that Connie sees a bit of Sasha in Pieck. They’re both very carefree and funny people, where Pieck is funny and smart, and Connie is funny and dumb. I think in an actual romantic relationship it wouldn’t really last super long because Pieck does need someone who can intellectually stimulate her and Connie is much more “look at the surface level of what’s going on, and go from there,” and is maybe a bit too trusting, but I think for a short time, they’d have a ton of fun and even if they did break up, I think they’d still have the emotional maturity to stay friends (because Connie is BY FAR the most emotionally mature of the scouts). I do think their respective abilities to get the big picture mesh well and I also feel like there would be a mutual respect that they’re both incredibly loyal and committed, sometimes even to a fault.

From a purely platonic standpoint, they would ABSOLUTELY do some major prank wars and target Jean and Reiner especially, and I do think in the 2 years they were in Péllon (OWL’s version of Paris) with the other ambassadors before finally going to the island, Connie and Pieck wreaked havoc on everybody. They’re a crack ship AND a brotp for me.

Connie is the type of prankster that would pour shampoo on Reiner’s head while he was showering so he just gets confused as to why his shampoo is just NOT washing out.

Pieck is the type of prankster who would anonymously Halloweenie Armin and Annie’s house just to watch them be slightly inconvenienced by having to clean it all up

Connie and Pieck would be a couple of MENACES if they were together in a room for too long. This is what they would do to Jean’s apartment at a party.

Also ty ty ty SO much for the OWL love 🥰 writing Pieck and fleshing out her character has been really fun and a bit cathartic for myself. I also have a tendency to put my dad on a pedestal (he does a lot of good things for me without question) and feel as though I have to make some sort of mark as a way to show gratitude. It’s a lot of pressure that’s self-imposed, and it’s part of why I find Pieck to be so fascinating. Not only does she want to make a difference in the world for Eldians and prove their usefulness (as well as her own), but she signed her own life away to help her father. It’s a combination of selflessness and extreme selfishness that I like to explore for her sake and my own. Did she have hidden motives behind signing up as well? Or was it entirely altruism that pushed her to do it?

It makes me wonder if there was ever a point where Pieck’s father was apprehensive over her joining the warrior program, especially since he seems to be the only parent of any of the warriors that has a healthy and loving relationship with his child. Even if he has significant issues with his health (his illness is never specified but I generally headcanon a type of early-stage cancer), he seems like he loves Pieck enough to want her to live a full life, and I think that would be an interesting contrast considering that all of the other warrior parents that are more fleshed out end up forcing or manipulating their children into becoming warriors. It makes me wonder if they had a blowout fight when she was given the cart? Or is he gentle enough with her that he just accepted it and did his best to support her while swallowing his own feelings? I love characters that are left vague like this because there’s so many questions you can ask about their motives and their desires, and so many answers you can come up with.

As far as myself, I’m dealing with a lot regarding finances and work and it’s really dragging me down tbh. It’s very difficult to find consistent work in the film industry still and I’m so passionate about it that I have a hard time dealing with the hot and cold nature of it. It’s definitely tough out here trying to focus on the positives when my government is led by such corrupt and incompetent people. I’m trying my best though and that’s honestly all we can do at the end of the day.

Thank you for checking in! And I hope you’re doing well yourself!!! Not sure if I’ve ever said this but I visited Scotland in 2017 and it was unforgettable!!! Edinburgh was by far my favorite city there and it’s the setting of one of my comfort films (Journey to the Center of the Earth [1959]) so it was a blast to see it in person!!!

[mountswrld]

Please stay right there — Jude Bellingham

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: mdi!, p in v, cockwarming (it’s the whole point), use of pet names

it’s really short but i really didn’t mean to make it longer. this could be kinda like a head cannon (i guess ?)

Jude was thrusting into you so hard and deep that you were going dumb. You couldn’t get yourself to tell him to stop, because you didn’t want him to stop.

“Look at you, pretty. Taking me like a little slut”, he said.

You were about to say something back, but you couldn’t. You felt the knot inside your stomach and immediately started moaning uncontrollably.

Jude came first. He’s sweat making him look hotter than he usually is and you couldn’t help it but cum too.

You were so tired that you just didn’t want to move. You stayed there while he stared at you deeply.

You were recovering slowly, so you started to move and getting his cock out of your pussy.

You loved to ride him but he didn’t let you even try to jump on his dick. He was the only one in control, and you liked that too.

When you were getting up, he quickly grabbed your hips to make you stay in place.

“Stay there, please. Please stay right there.”

You couldn’t just say no, you really wanted to stay there too. The tiredness and the numbness you felt didn’t let you think twice.

It was the first time doing cockwarming, and you decided to give it a try.

“Okay”, you said. Trying hard to not moan at his sudden entrance.

“Are you okay with me inside?”, he asked. You couldn’t help it but find cute the way he asked for your permission. Just a normal (and necessary) question. But the way he asked made you feel safe and loved.

“Mhm.”

With a strong and fast movement, he laid down in a position when you guys were both comfortable.

He left a kiss in your forehead before closing his eyes to fall into a beautiful sleep.

[writersundersiege]

The New Girl in Town: Part 2

Rafe Cameron x F! Reader

if you would like to to keep reading:

The New Girl in Town - Masterlist

Warnings: Drug use implied, talks of stalking,

Summary: It’s been a week since Rafe has seen you and he’s craving just a moment with literally anyone in your family. What will happen when all in the same moment he’s granted the opportunity of your phone number and some time spent with your mom and a mysterious friend from home? Can he change the towns talk to those who are close to you before they decide who he is? Or will Rafe need to fight harder to really become a better citizen in the community for you to take notice?

It’s been a week since Rafe watched you disappear in the car with Jason, your loud music and your lively spirit trailing behind you. Every day, Rafe has been bugging Topper to come back over, and every day, it’s another excuse of “My mom wants me to mow the yard” or “Sarah asked me to help with the fundraiser happening at the county club” an endless amount of excuses.

Honestly, it’s gotten to the point where Rafe asks Sarah himself if she’s asking for Top's help, which is his last resort since conversations with her are always aggravating when she says that she indeed was pestering Topper with plans for the beginning of summer family fundraisers for families in need of new summer clothes and essentials. During this whole conversation, Rafe is getting more annoyed, trying to think about when he’ll be able to make the sly move of asking your dad and brother to golf or really anything to get to know you more before he makes the actual moves on you.

Here is the thing about Rafe: he has a reputation on this island for being a problem child, a loose cannon-rich boy who doesn’t care about anyone but Rafe and his best interest, but somehow, the second he sees you, it’s like a switch clicked. He knew you were the only other thing he may ever care about like this.

You seem so bright despite the horrible thing he’s heard you recently endured; he doesn’t want to see anyone else break that light from you. Another thing about Rafe is that he doesn’t like things he admires ruined, and he admires a lot about you.

At the end of the grueling conversation with Sarah, she asks, “Will you come to help us then?” he gets frustrated, shaking his head and walking to the front door to go to Barry’s for a bit and see if maybe getting something will clear his mind “No Sarah I don’t want to help with some stupid Pouge’s getting summer clothes if they want them they should work harder to get it themselves just like we have and I’m not playing along with your dumb im a philanthropist act” slamming the door behind himself hopping on his bike and peeling off.

Unfortunately, Rafe's undoing was that you were the one who suggested the clothes drive for this year's country club summer service act. At this very moment, Sarah was finalizing plans for that night to be able to distribute clothes to people along the cut with younger kids and some of the teens who are struggling to get new stuff with how prices are.

Sarah shakes her head, reflecting on the infuriating conversation with Rafe, trying to understand why her brother must always be so aggressive with everything. She notices her phone buzzing on her vanity, runs over, and picks it up, not even looking, saying, “Helloooo!” She hears your slight laugh through the phone

“Hey Cameron, I was just calling to tell you everything is ready to go here at the Country Club. Mom and I just finished organizing boxes based on size, and it was a great turnout. Thank you so much for those men, small and medium. Mom was panicking. We wouldn’t have enough of Jason and Dad’s nice shirts to spare.” Sarah agrees, saying, “It was no problem at all. Rafe never cleans his clothes bins from the garage, so he had many things to give things he probably won’t even remember he owns them.” You laugh over the other end of the line. Which unintentionally makes Sarah smile. “Jaz and Rafe sound like two peas in a pod. Maybe we should get them together sometime, although the combination may be a recipe for disaster.” this makes Sarah laugh, and she shakes her head, saying, “Surely it would. The loose cannon and goofball sound like a mess and kinda like that one film you showed me and topper of the two guys making a mess of things.”

Sarah hears you laugh so physically loud through the phone she’s laughing with you; it seems so contagious. “Abbott and Costello,” you say through giggles. “They were my Pop Pops favorite comedians. I have to show you, Laurel and Hardy. That is more so Rafe and Jason, two bafoons who are completely oblivious.” Sarah laughs, humming in agreement with you, not knowing what you are talking about but knowing there is always something new and exciting you're teaching her that she’s never heard of.

All of a sudden, she hears you clearing your throat “You still there, Cameron?” she sits up, realizing she is completely zoned out thinking about the times she’s spent with you and your family, and everything about you guys seems new and exciting, she says, “Yeah, sorry just getting ready to head your way” You hum something small and then turn to something behind the other end of the phone “Alright see you here soon Sarah and Oh—don’t worry about bringing any more volunteers my friend from home made a surprise stop to help me settle before he’s off to Costa Rica for a month so he picked up the spot” Sarah smiled and told you she sees you soon and hung up.

As Sarah prepares to spend her entire evening with you, enjoying your welcoming presence. Rafe sits across from Barry at a small pit fire beside his camper, doing a few lines complaining about everything going on, like Ward paying no mind to him, Sarah playing goodie two shoes to the whole island, Topper following her around like a dog, and most of all he can’t seem to find you or your family anywhere.

For the past week, Rafe has been going places like the market, even the one closer to the cut, to bump into either of your parents; he went to the library twice, hoping he’d maybe see your brother since he remembers he’s in college. Lastly, every day at sun up and sun down, since the day after you left for the ocean, he’s gone to the beach to check for you in the waves. On multiple occasions, he could swear he saw you riding a wave, laughing like you always are (H/T) sticking to your neck and face as some fly behind and around you in the wind and (E/C) squinting as you look forward and balance. In the next second, he blinks, and you're gone like a ghost haunting him, but he never knows if it’s truly there.

Barry sits and listens to Rafe talk about you and the previous time you met and how he’s trying to see you again when he finally cuts him off. “You’re telling me you’ve been on a lowkey stalk fest for days but haven’t even talked to the girl.” Rafe stands looking at him over the fire. As he starts talking, he paces back and forth. “I’ve spoken to her, you fucking idiot, just not enough. I want to make a good impression with her family in hopes-“ Barry chuckles at this part. That’s when Rafe's eyes snap to him, looking enraged enough to jump over the fire at him.

“Chill, Country Club. I find it amusing that you don’t want to smash and pass along with this one; that’s you’re usual motto there, pretty boy. so what makes this girl so different?” Barry is leaning forward, studying the boy across from him. Rafe shakes his head, sitting down and looking at his feet, saying, “You haven’t seen her.”

Suddenly, Rafe's phone rings; an unknown number calling. And he was just about to decline but thinks better of it just in case, by the grace of some god looking over him, it’s you. When he raises the phone to his ear, he hears the slightest sniffle. With his lower tambur, he says, “Hello, who’s this?” he hears what he assumes is a girl's voice clear her throat and then a shuffling of a phone and a man’s voice he knows but can’t place behind the other line “here honey let me do it sweetheart—“ and then the tone as clear as day comes to him as the man speaks.

“Yes, Hello Rafe. Is this Rafe Cameron?” Your dad Charlie was calling him, but why, how, and whose number were you calling him from? He immediately stands at the recognition. “ Yes, sir, this is he. What’s going on? Is (F/N) okay?” he asks in quick succession. Charlie chuckles and says, “Woah, slow down there, son; everybody’s fine (F/N) is not feeling well and needs to lay down, but she was leading the fundraiser, and she knew the only person she could call who’d be kind enough to show up is you” Rafe looks up at the sky cursing every constellation for him not fully listening to Sarah just this once to know it was you who was doing this the whole time, while saying “ I would miss it for the world, sir tell her she can count on me always” Charlie smiles behind the call knowing the implications Rafes makes “ I knew you would my boy I knew you would talk soon” and with that, your Dad hung up.

Rafe was scrambling to grab his bag and helmet, pulling some cash from his pocket and throwing it at Barry. “Thanks, I’ve got to go. Don’t ask.” catching the cash and pulling it from its money clip, Barry laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Country Club, I never did.”

Rafe paid no attention to this comment, though he was too busy strapping his helmet starting, and peeling off to the Country Club in the Upper side of Figure 8 to play a giving hero in hopes you’ll recognize his oh-so-generous and noble acts of community

Or maybe you won’t forget the chatter you hear around town about Rafe and his unfair and unrequited actions towards many before you, but he’s looking forward with hope for the first outcome to blossom into something bigger.

All rights belong to the owners of Netflix and the Outer Banks. I do not own any characters except the family. The fiction is simply for fun. All copyrights belong to the original owners.

[bloodblade67]

…hey. Kirby hyperfixation is back so I’m heard to dump all my Kirby head cannons, ships, and drama in one spot. Ready? No? Ok I will wait……………ready? Yes? Ok. Lets go

•magolor is missing an eye

•Susie and Zan are dating

Susie was flying a drone in a mall for practice(she is banned in most parks for hitting people with said drones…accidentally)

The drone slams into the back of Zan’s head

Susie helps her up and Zan almost yells at her until she sees how cute. She is and glitch’s

Susie introduces herself and says sorry

Susie walks away but she accidentally drops her phone.

Zan picks it up and try’s to return it but Susie is gone

Zan tells Fransisca and Flamberge about this, they aren’t helpful

Susie gies back to the mall and looks for her phone when Zan arivea to turn it into the front desk and Susie finds it there along with a small note with zans phone number (***-***-****)

Susie texts her and they talk for a while until they just hang out in person

Susie gets feelings for Zan

Zan asks her out (Kirby’s idea)

Susie says yes

Boom baby lesbean

•Magolor and Taranza are dating

Magolor and Taranza are freinds for along time

Magolor breaks up with Marx

Taranza helps him get through it, planting the seedin his brain on cool space husband

Magolor flirts with Taranza

Taranza big dumb dumb tho and doesnt pick up on it

“Your hoodie complements you eye really well” “thanks, Joronia made it before she turned evil”

Susie points this out to Taranza while out for tea

Taranza kinda dies from gay panic

Magolor grabs taranzas face one day

“I want to kiss you so badly”

Taranzas looks mighty embarrassed

“…me too”

Boom, kiss ,bobs your uncle and there he is write a story

•Magolor and Marx are ex’s

Marx onw days asks magolor out and he accepts

They go one for 1-2 years but it’s not super healthy. Marx has a huge ego a picks on magolor for not having an eye. Magolor is very needy and clingy. They would also get into arguments often

Marx then onw days asks Magolor just got up, said he wanted to break up, and left

“I want to break up” “…wait what. Marx please don’t. Marx. Please. No don’t leave. MARX NO”

Marx realizes he was g being very healthy to magolor but magolor didnt realize that Marx was being toxic and when told this he would dismiss the person immediately

Marx gies to therapy- Meta Knight on patrol

•Morpho will occasionally take over Galactas body for shits and giggles

I dunno I think it’s funny

“…oh no not again” “hey old buddy, old friend, old pal”

•Kirby is baby

Duh

•Meta Knight and Dedede are homies but not Homies with benefits

This comes from the greater topic of I don’t like, “Meta Knight x Dedede”

I understand where people come from but I just don’t like it

To me Meta Knight is Aroace and Dedede is straight

•D.M.K. Fucking hate life

Furthermore, I see metaknight as a life enjoyer

•D.M.K has at least fifteen guns on display in his house that he alternates with others.

This also comes from a theory I have of the motor is more technological advanced then the main one

I also like the idea of Meta Knight and D.M.K

“And here I have the is the Beretta M9” “…a what now”

•mage sister eldest to youngest is Zan Partizan , Flamberge , Fransisca 

I don’t have an explanation. It’s just how I see it

•the mage sisters have truama

This should be cannon

•Mirror Kirby fucking hates life

The equal and opposite of Kirby

•Mirror Kirby is Homless

Again, equal and opposite

•Sectonia fucking hates Taranza because he be gay and doesnt like her anymore

Sectonia is petty like that

•Joronia Supports Taranzas sexuality and will occasionally be a criminal with magolor

I like the idea of sectonia and Joronia splitting into two separate beings after Kirby’s, “BIG BEAM BLAST”

•elfin is baby

An old ass baby but baby

•Mirror Dedede fucking hate life except for people

Equal amd opposite

•The Mage Sisters hate Hyness but will still be his pseudo-therapists

This just makes sense

They were In a death cult, sacrificed to a death god, abused, and turned to stone and they just forgive and forget. No. No way

•Meta knight has a college degree in Math, political science, history, and a PhD in Psychology

He just smart like that

•dedede has no diploma but his high school one

He just dumb like that

•Susie wears suit, dresses, and not the head gear anymore

She looks hella stylish

•Susie’s casual is a pink tee with a jacket around her waist

Makes sense to me

•Susie, Magolor, and Taranza are besties

This one I think is just fanon

Like, they are a trio of different villians. Yeah the mage sisters and elfin are they

Sometimes but it’s always those three

•Zan’s casual is a blue sweater

Knitted by Susie, it is connected to electricity

•Fransisca’s casual is a blanket hoodie

Keeps her sorta warm

•Flamberge’s casual is a bandana on over her mouth. A white sleeveless tee with a little fire decal on the front and a sweatshirt around her waist

It helps get rid on some heat but she is still constantly sweaty

•magolors casual is a too big white tee with a boat and a bandana over his mouth and the top of his head, his ears stick out though

Gay mode

•taranzas casual is a dark green hoodie

Nova he would rock that fit

•fransisca is constantly cold

Sleeps with three heaters, blanket hoodie, and five heated blankets and still shivers

•flamberge is constantly hot

Sleeps in very very light clothes, like a bra and shorts (I’m not saying the smaller options)

Sleeps on silk sheets, no blankets, three box fans, and five A window open (with mesh) and is still sweating

•Zan is constantly Charge with static electricity

Because of this she isn’t very touchy, feely… Susie will barely the pain though

•Dedede talks like Danny DeVito

Would be mad funny

•Magolors last name is Starcutter

Magolor Starcutter. He renamed himself after his boat