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dreamescapeswriting · 10 months ago

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Reunions Embrace ~ HYJ

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE: idol!AU, established relationships, SMUT MINORS DNI, blow job, unprotected sex, reader taking care of the prince as deserved,

PAIRING: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

The moment Hyunjin stepped into the house, a sense of tranquillity washed over him, filling every corner of his being with a comforting embrace. The home had been completely transformed since he left as if his absence had somehow imbued it with an even greater sense of warmth and homeliness.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of evening light filtering through the blinds, it felt like peace compared to the bus he'd been cramped on for months. The coffee table had a vase of fresh cut flowers placed in them, so fresh he could smell them from the doorway and his body began to relax completely but the one thing putting him into a complete state of relaxation was the smell of cooking. Not just any cooking but Hyunjin's favourite meal that was greeting him, instantly warming his heart as he went toward the kitchen in the hunt for you.

In the kitchen, he found you standing by the stove, your sleeves rolled up as you tended to a pot simmering on the stove. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of his favourite meal, a comforting blend of spices and flavours that instantly transported him back to simpler times.

"Hey, you're home!" You exclaimed, rushing over toward him and instantly wrapping your arms around him, his arms snaking around your waist as his head rested on the top of your head. This was what peace was, this was everything he ever wanted in life. To come home to you and this hug. He held you close, feeling the warmth of your embrace chase away the lingering chill of his travels.

"I've missed you so much," he whispered, his voice filled with longing and affection. It had been far too long since he'd gotten to hold you and he wasn't planning on letting go so easily. You smiled to yourself, letting out a happy sigh as you snuggled your head into his chest.

The two of you spoke almost every day whenever you could but it was hard when his schedule kept him so busy on tour, but you understood the risks of dating someone in his career and you accepted them. As long as he continued to come home to you, that was all you cared about.

Slowly pulling back you looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with joy and love, you were almost afraid if you looked away he would suddenly disappear.

"I've missed you too," You replied softly, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, it had grown so much longer since the last time you saw him and you knew it was going to be irritating him sooner or later.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude for having you in his life. Despite the distance and the challenges you faced, you were always there for him, supporting him and loving him unconditionally. No matter the rumour going around you stood by him, waiting for him to tell you his side before ever passing judgement. Always there to care for him whenever he was sick or overworked, you were always there and he couldn't have been more grateful for you.

"I can't believe you cooked my favourite meal," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You really are the best." He kissed the top of your head as you grinned up at him, your eyes shining with happiness.

"Well, I wanted to do something special for you," You said, your voice filled with warmth as you slowly went back over to the stove to make sure everything was cooking nicely. You had a whole night planned out for him and it wasn't going to end with just the meal,

"Welcome home, my love." You whispered as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder while he stood with you and you cooked. And at that moment, as you stood there together, surrounded by the aroma of his favourite meal and the love that filled the air, he knew that no matter where his travels took him, he would always find his way back to you.

After savouring every last bite of the meal you'd lovingly prepared, he felt a warmth spread through his body unlike any he had experienced before. It wasn't just the delicious flavours that filled him with contentment, but the knowledge that each bite was a tangible expression of your love and devotion. As he leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. The worries and stresses of his time away seemed to melt away with each mouthful, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude for the love of his life sitting across from him.

"Wait right here," You whispered, your voice soft and soothing, you walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his temple and smirking to yourself.

"I have something special planned for you." Without giving him a chance to respond he watched as you disappeared from the room, anticipation fluttering in his chest like a butterfly's wings.

Moments later, you returned, your arms cradling a stack of fluffy towels and a bottle of his favourite bath oil.

"Come with me," You said, your voice a gentle melody that beckoned him to follow, almost like a siren's call and he was up in a flash, following after you in silence.

Together, you ascended the stairs, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. As you reached the landing, you led him into the bathroom, where the air was heavy with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus.

With tender care, you began to fill the tub with warm water, the sound of rushing water a soothing symphony that filled the room. Once the tub was filled to the brim, you poured in a generous amount of bath oil, the fragrant aroma enveloping you both in a cloud of tranquillity.

"You don't have to do all of this for me," He mumbled a little, guilt weighing on him as he thought about all of the efforts you were going through for him. He'd been away so long and yet you were still doing all of this for him and a small part of him felt as though he should be the one to do this for you.

"I want to, I missed you and want to take good care of you," You told him as you glanced over your shoulder, reading the look on his face easily and sending him a reassuring smile.

"But-"

"No buts, I want to do this and I will," You said sternly, making him chuckle a little as you stood up and turned to face him.

"Now, it's time to relax." You whispered as you kissed him softly, slowly peeling off his clothes and dropping them into the laundry basket inside the room. Continuing to strip him and kiss his naked shoulders as you did so, smiling happily as you watched him sink further into relaxation.

Hyunjin stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm embrace of the water with a contented sigh. You knelt beside him, dipping a soft sponge into the water and beginning to wash away the cares of the day with gentle strokes. As you washed him, your touch was tender and loving, each caress a silent promise of your devotion. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself fully to the sensation of her hands moving over his skin, washing away the tension and fatigue that had accumulated during his time away.

"This is nice," He whispered, his head leaning back against the tub as you continued to wash his body gently. It was the first time touching him in a long time but it wasn't sexual, it was relaxing.

"Lean forward." You whisper in his head, once he does you begin to run the sponge down his back, smiling as your boyfriend fully relaxes for you.

"Thank you," He whispered as he leaned back against the tub, his eyes finding yours and smiling in a completely relaxed state. There was no place he'd rather be right now than right here,

"Anytime baby," You giggled a little, kissing him softly as he slipped further into the water, his eyes fluttering shut as you smiled leaning back against the tub enjoying him back with you.

Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath as he watches your soft lips wrap around his hard length, he couldn't remember how you'd gotten to the bedroom but he didn't care, he was in complete bliss. Your eyes flirt with him as you sink lower onto his shaft and back up again, his moans filling the room as his eyes flutter shut,

"F-Fuck I missed this," He mumbles, his hands clutching onto the sheets as you run your tongue up and down his length, using your hand to stroke what your mouth can't reach as your head bobs up and down, tracing the veins in his skin as you suck.

"Just like that," He moans, his gaze now on you as you looked up at him, humming around him as you continue to suck him deeper, his praises filling you with determination. You wanted this to be the perfect welcome home for him and you were going to do anything for that to happen.

"Ffuuck," He hisses, your pace quickening as you suck him and stroke him faster, pulling off him to spit on the tip before taking him back into your mouth and to the back of your throat again,

"S-Stop...S-Stop," He begs as you pull back, afraid you'd done something wrong but he brought you onto his lap, kissing you deeply and hungrily as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I want to come with you," He whispered as he lined himself up at your entrance, your hands making their way into his hair and you bit down on his lip softly.

"I need you" You whimpered, as he slowly pushed into you, your eyes squeezing shut at the stretch, it had been far too long since you'd been with one another but you needed this.

"Shit, Yn, you're so fucking tight," He groans, his head rolling back against the bed as you sank further onto his cock, letting yourself adjust to his length as you breathed out a happy sigh,

"You're too big," You mumbled to him, rolling your hips slowly moving your hips in slow circles as his hands clutched onto your hips, there was no way he was going to last long, not when it had been too long since you were last together,

"Y-Yn," He stuttered out, he wanted this to be good for you too but he knew there was no chance he could make you come like this, not with how needy he was,

"This is all about you tonight," You breathed out, biting his ear softly as you slowly began to raise your hips only to let them fall again, rocking back and forth on him as he moaned your name out loudly. Your breathing went faster and shallower as you moved your hips faster on him, his hands digging into your hips as he groaned squeezing his eyes shut and trying to list off baseball players to distract him,

"Come for me baby, I missed you." You moaned out, looking down at him as he whimpered, his hips bucking wildly as he couldn't fight it anymore, the urge to come taking over him as he bucked into you, your pussy clenching around him as he thrusts harder and faster into you. Cumming suddenly as he whimpered your name out, sweat dripping down his forehead as you continued to ride him through his high.

"Maybe I should have made you bathe last," You teased, kissing his lips softly as he whimpered, unable to find words to speak at that moment.

"I'll run a fresh one and I'll join you this time," You told him, slowly getting up and smirking as you made your way to the bathroom, your boyfriend's eyes on you the whole time.

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riririnnnn · 8 months ago

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More random things in Blue Lock I find endearing:

-> Brothers

LOOK AT THE HAND PLACEMENT OF SAE. JUST LOOK AT IT. LOOK. AT. IT. OHMYGOD I'M GONNA CRY.

Oh god.

It's tough to explain, but to see him supporting Rin's arm instead of the trophy makes me want to punch a wall. It feels like, "Yes, we won this together, Rin." OHMYGOD! AAAAAAAA!!!

-> Hushed wisher

I really don't think we have ever seen Noa coaching any player other than Isagi, so him silently rooting for Kaiser caught me off guard real hard. Of course, it doesn't seem like much of a big deal, but to see that Noa hadn't completely taken his eyes off of Kaiser and that he hadn't completely pulled away his trust from Kaiser hits a certain type of emotion in my heart.

Considering that Kaiser wants to win over Noa too—a fact Noa, probably, knows—makes everything feel a bit.. bittersweet.

-> CHEERS!!

The above panel happened after Shidou scored a goal against Barcha and honestly—

CUTE!!!

I mean, BM was next in line to face PxG—it's probably the reason why they were watching the match live—and they were going to face Shidou which makes them rivals, and yet, when he does something cool, they all go, "WOOHOO! THAT'S COOL!!" instead of worrying or being jealous.

It's called sportsmanship, I guess?

It's sweet.

-> BM's Dad

There's another translation, but I find the above one way better because it's so... soft.

I mean, Noa has always been shown as this cold, emotionless person who inhales and exhales logic, so it was sweet when he tried to reassure Kiyora—when he showed some kind of compassion. It was like, "Hey, Kiddo! It's okay, don't worry, you'll play the next time! Cheer up!"

It also makes it sound like even if Kiyora were not to have the required stats for the next match, then Noa was prepared to against his own ideals and let Kiyora play regardless.

Sweet!

-> Protective

When Nagi got pissed off because Barou's violent behaviour nearly hurt Reo. Like, just look at that stance, he was ready to beat the crap out of Barou if Reo wouldn't have stopped him.

No matter what label you give Nagi and Reo—lovers or friends—you can't deny that they are probably the best thing that happened to eachother.

I really want what they have.

-> "It's their love language"

They barely knew eachother and yet when these two started to brawl, they all intervened immediately—Nanase and Isagi are literally hanging onto them with their dear life. It's tough to explain, but I found the gesture really sweet, like, they didn't know them! They could bash open their skulls—it wouldn't affect them at all and yet, they are trying to stop them!

Adorbs!!

Also, Chigiri was on the other side of the field, I guess. He came running!!! So sweet!

-> First friend

The way Bachira blindly believed in Isagi. Like, he had full trust that Isagi will come and play with him. He never doubted him at all! The healthiest duo of Blue Lock!

Also, look at his duck lips. Cutie.

-> "Welcome to the academy!"

Anybody who has shifted to a completely new place full of completely new people knows how good and relieving it feels when others make an effort to help you feel welcomed.

No idea if those three extra characters got selected in the tryouts or not, but they were nice. If Kaiser would've met them earlier, then they all would've surely been good buddies.

-> Beloved Ace

The way everyone instantly got mad at Shidou when he hurt Sendou—sweet! Also, the fact that they all refused to play if Sendou didn't play makes me giggle.

I adore bonds like these so much.

Pt: 1, 2, 3.

Probably the last of this series.

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allfearstofallto · 10 days ago

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if you’re still doing the yandere alphabet, could you do E,L,P,T,X, and Y for childe? no worries if not, I love ur writing! <3

I've definitely been wanting to write more of these!! Thank you so much!!!

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

TW: Yandere, obsession, mentions of stalking

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Childe is open. More open than you'd want him to be and more open than you're willing to hear. You tend to not care about his back story or his interests, but he'll tell you regardless and you're forced to listen.

But if you do listen, really listen, really take in what he says, maybe you'll be able to see how much information he omits. Stories he laughs off like they're funny, are traumatizing in nature. The things he says are horrifying, scary in a way that would change a person permanently.

He assures you that no such thing has happened with a playful smile, but you see the subtle twitch of his eyebrow and quiver of his lip. He's truthful, but not completely honest.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Childe is one of the few yanderes who's approach will be different based on where his standing is with you.

Know him as that one guy you met on the streets of Liyue, the one who was rather charming, but also rather persistent about seeing you again and he'll court you proper. The whole nine yards. He'll be the ideal boyfriend, albeit with a few quirks that can be brushed off. Mostly his fierce, protective jealousy and strangely short temper.

Know him as the fatui harbinger? He'll also be just that. It's even worse if you owe money to the northland bank, a debt that he insists that you pay back with your affection rather than money. He won't even attempt to hide his true nature. You already know who he is and what he's capable of. Rather, he'll try to force you to fall in love with the real him, by any means necessary.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Patient as a fighter, patient at heart. Childe isn't inherently cruel. At least to you he's not. He'll give you time, space, conversation, whatever he thinks you may need to make you more comfortable. But that isn't him being generous. His patience comes with the expectation that you'll eventually fall into the role expected of you.

Refuse or even worse, actively fight him after all the kindness he's given you and you won't see that tolerance anymore. Expectations are higher with harsher consequences if not done when he wants, exactly how he wants.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Oh, does he hate that crying face of yours. He can't stand to see you sad, let alone actually sobbing. Each year rolling down your cheek is like a stab to his heart, he can hardly bear the agony.

He's quick to console you when you cry, especially when he's the one who caused it. Although he can't help, but notice you tend to cry harder when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. Even though he hates your tears, he hates the disdain you have for him more.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Worship is a strong word. Childe loves you. Adores you. He does put you on a bit of a pedestal, believing you to be better than most people. But worship? Worship is a bit much.

Childe doesn't feel like he has to win you over. The depraved side of him believes he already owns you. Of course, you also own him as well, if you so desire. But because of that, his actions has him seeing you as almost an equal. Almost. There are still times where he loses himself in the desperation and desire to have you completely.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Like a fish needs water, like a man needs air, Childe yearns for you in a way that's animalistic in nature. Childe knows about you long before you know about him.

“Snapping” is a term that can't entirely be used for him because of this. You can't really lose it if it was never really there. The second he saw you, the second he felt the way he did, the way you made his heart pound the same way it would if he were to be thrusts into the throes of a fierce battle, he's already plotting how he plans to take you.

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spikedfearn · 4 months ago

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You Keep on Sayin’ You in Love Tho, So Tell Me, Are You Really Down? (Yeah)

One-shot

bjorn x fem!reader

summary: you and Bjorn shotgun during your ascent in the hauler—and then some.

a/n: 📣 100 follower special 📣 I've been wanting to write a shotgunning fic since I first saw bjorn smoke that spliff in one toke, it was ridiculously hot and I just had to be totally normal about it in the theater. this is a reimagining of the escape from jackson's star so the character dialogue/actions will not be movie accurate. title from the song "self-care" by mac miller.

warnings: established relationship, recreational drug use, shotgunning, PDA, making out, dry humping, oral (receiving) possessive behavior, you're that couple

wc: 3.1k

The low rumble of the metal grate beneath your feet as the Corbelan ascends leaves you feeling momentarily weightless, like you're floating before gravity pulls you down, feeling heavier than usual.

You’re strapped in, anchored by a sturdy crossed seatbelt that comes down over your shoulders and buckles in next to the opposite hip, white knuckling the lip of the seat on either side of your thighs, eyes closed tight as you hold your breath.

It feels surreal, your heart thumping hard against your rib cage, knowing you all just pulled off the biggest heist in Jackson Star’s history, stealing highly-regulated equipment to leave behind a shitty life of indentured servitude.

It's something you've all discussed at length for months, Tyler being the one to initially suggest the idea while you were all drinking late one night, mapping out an escape route in yours and Bjorn's shared trailer, sitting on his lap with his legs spread wide, arms loosely circled around your waist.

Still—you can't believe it actually worked, breaking into the hauler and getting it up off the ground without any hiccups, half expecting sirens to soon blare throughout the endlessly dark sky or for the engine to stall, it just feels easy. Too easy.

You feel Bjorn’s hand on your leg then, taking notice of your growing anxiety, always able to pick up on any shifts in your mood, no matter how subtle, not when it comes to you.

Running his thumb along the inseam of your dark-washed jeans, he squeezes your thigh afterwards out of reassurance. It helps, even if only just a little, your palm finding its way into his, weaving your fingers together between you, a fair bit calmer now that you're holding your boyfriend's hand, roughed up and calloused from mining.

He's always been able to read you, ever since you were little, knowing exactly what you needed when you needed it, sometimes even before you did, causing your progressively growing affection for him to flourish into something else entirely, something beautiful, until you were crushing hard and just couldn't bury it anymore, no matter how hard you tried.

Luckily the feeling was mutual because after your drunk little confession, the only two still awake and drinking, sitting in the cramped living room of his trailer away from where the others were passed out, you hooked up on his futon, sweating out years of romantic and sexual tension that had built and built and built between you until it finally came to a head.

Everyone was happy for you both as soon as they woke the next morning to you wearing Bjorn's loose tee from the night before and a pair of clean boxers, arms linked and swinging down between your bodies, going shy when Navarro sighed, “fuck—finally,” and Tyler coming up to squeeze Bjorn’s shoulders from behind, telling him, “see? Told ya’ she wuz’ just as inta ya,’ mate.”

That was three years ago and you've been dating ever since, completely mad for each other as Bjorn liked to put it, which you think sums it up quite nicely.

You complimented one another, able to make up for whatever deficiency the other was lacking in. You were the only one that could truly calm him, talk him down from the proverbial edge when his anger started to boil over in response to whatever bullshit life threw at him. Reminding him that you were in this together for the long haul, which always did the trick, watching the way he'd soften in your hold and silently nod, looking just as vulnerable on the outside as he felt on the inside.

And he was the only one that could truly get you to relax when you were stressed out, like a hydraulic press trying to crush you under the weight of your own problems. Reminding you not be so serious all the time, to enjoy the little things, like right at that moment, when he'd be spooning you in bed at the end of every night, drawing miscellaneous patterns over your midriff with one hand while he combs his fingers on the other through your hair, still damp with sweat after a passionate round or two.

It wasn't perfect but it was yours, and that was enough for both of you.

The hauler Navarro’s piloting hits a rough patch of turbulence as it cuts up through the polluted cloud cover, Bjorn withdrawing his hand from yours to unbuckle himself and stand, unsteady on his feet, forcing him to hold onto one of the steel bars to ground himself there.

He plucks a rolled up joint from the front pocket of his dark gray drop shoulder hoodie and lights it with one of his shitty zippo's, the confined oxygen combined with the freighter's acceleration causing the flame to shoot up high and wide, nearly singeing his eyebrows off. The others laugh at his accidental little joint trick, including you, watching him proudly nod his head around at everyone when he manages to keep all his hair.

It smokes fast, faster than he was expecting, his eyes rounding in surprise as the paper burns all the way down to the roach in just seconds, cheeks swollen with a sudden mouthful of smoke, thin milky tendrils slipping past the seam of his lips.

Then Bjorn leans down and cradles your face between his hands before capturing your lips with his without hesitation, not that you mind, permission never requested and approval never needed anytime it comes to kissing between you two, parting your mouth when he parts his, letting him exhale smoke into it.

It inflates your lungs almost instantly, like two blistering hot air balloons butting up against your ribcage, getting you super stoned off the rip. You feel the muscles in your body relax all at once, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him in impossibly closer, working your tongue into his mouth.

There’s just something about shotgunning with Bjorn that gets you so worked up every time you partake in it, maybe it’s the intimacy of it, so close you can see Bjorn’s pupils dilate from the drugs and the desire, but you always find it ridiculously sexy whenever he does it.

You hear the quiet click of your seatbelt as Bjorn unbuckles it for you, pulling it up and off you before tugging on your wrist to get you to stand with him, pulling you into him, one arm circling your upper back to spread his fingers over your shoulder blades while the other grabs a handful of your ass, not once breaking the kiss.

It’s hot and heavy from the outset, it always is with Bjorn, likes to skip the teasing and jump head first into the deep end with you in tow. The slick sound of your tongues meeting is mostly drowned out by the pulsing engine and Navarro announcing the position of the gearshift when she changes direction, everyone pointedly ignoring the free show you’re giving them, already used to it by now, Bjorn never one to shy away from PDA.

However unlike him it took you awhile to warm up to it, always going a little pink-cheeked and embarrassed whenever he'd lick into your mouth or pinch your ass in front of everyone, but you learned to like it, love it even, looking forward to it every time he does it, which is all the time.

He places one knee between your legs and grinds his hard on up against your thigh, a low buzz humming between your ears like static from a television, swallowing the noises the other is making, grinding back against his thigh, your underwear getting increasingly wet as a result.

The friction between you is delicious—downright addicting, whining every time the denim of his jeans roughly catches your clit, dry humping his thigh that much harder, feeling pleasure quickly mounting inside of you, spurring on the frenetic roll of your hips. God does Bjorn know how to get you going, until you're needy and pliant and begging for him to fuck you.

“Such a naughty little minx ya’ are,” Bjorn exhales into your ear, a breathy groan that has you shuddering in his hold, “gonna make ya' come all over ma’ face while I go down on ya,’ would ya’ like tha’ princess? Me splittin’ ya’ wide open with jus’ ma’ tongue?”

Before you have a chance to respond, the others collectively groan in disgust, Tyler cutting in to voice everyone else's thoughts, “christ, can ya' take this somewhere else? Cousins really shouldn't hafta’ hear their cousins say shit like tha’ yanno!”

Bjorn smirks, lazily rolling his head in the direction of his cousin, running his tongue flat over the curve of his top teeth, “awe, jealous you ain't gettin' any action cuz?”

Tyler glares, no actual malice in his eyes, always willing to put up with Bjorn's ridiculous antics even when he clearly doesn't want to, “no, not at all, I jus’ feel like I need a shower now s’all. Ma’ brain hates ma’ ears fo’ even havin’ ta’ hear tha.’”

“Yeah, a cold one amirite?” Bjorn cracks as he walks away, leading you with his arm around your shoulders down the Corbelan’s corridor towards the back where the bunks are, tucked into his side while he playfully squeezes your bicep. He leans in close to nip at your throat just above the worn scoop neck collar, prone to leave marks, both of you liking the visual reminder that you belong to him.

There are two bunk rooms, the one Kay is lying in to help combat some of her morning sickness during takeoff, and the room adjacent to it, the empty one, is the one Bjorn pulls you into, crowding you up against the ladder as soon as you're through the open doorway, feeling metal rungs bite into your back through the loose fitting t-shirt you're wearing—Bjorn's shirt.

“Less get these rags off ya’ sweetheart, wanna taste tha’ pretty pussy of urs before we get inta’ space,” he rasps, grabbing the hem of the ratty fabric to pull it up and off your head, his hand easily finding the clasp on your bra to unhook it.

He licks his thumb and index finger to gently roll your nipple between them, eliciting a moan, high and needy in pitch, your head falling back against the platform the uppermost mattress is sitting on with a quiet ‘thunk’ because of it.

Bjorn chuckles watching your reaction, an arrogant smile on his face, always so smug with how quickly he's able to get you falling apart, always so receptive in his hands, more than familiar with every sensitive spot and erogenous zone located on your body, replacing his fingers with the wet suction of his mouth.

He doesn't take his time like he normally does, loves toying with your chest until they're red and raw and littered with purpling hickeys of various sizes until you're a whimpering, quivering puddle beneath him but tonight he's on a mission, having thought it out long before he filled you in back in the cockpit.

“I'd love ta’ suckle on ‘em titties a little longa’ but I got a betta' way ta’ use ma’ mouth, don'tcha agree princess?” He whispers, warm breath ghosting over your face, tickling your heated skin, causing the hairs there to stand at attention.

“Mmmmm,” you hum, short on breath, whining in response to him pinching the side of your heaving tit, knowing what he wants before he even voices it.

“Words babe, use ‘em,” he orders, circling his thumbs counterclockwise over your hard nipples like the joysticks on the console he plays when he's not playing with you. Your back arches into his heated touch, moaning, “I—yes. Please Bjorn—baby, want you to eat me out, want you to split me wide open with your tongue and come on your face like you promised you would. Please.”

“Well, since ya’ asked so nicely,” he grins, satisfied with your answer, getting you to lie down on the bottom bunk sideways so your legs are dangling off the edge of the thin bed.

It's a tight fit, definitely not big enough for him to crawl in after and fuck you in, regardless of the position you'd attempt to do it, but that's not his endgame right now anyway so it doesn't really matter to either of at you the moment. You'll figure that out later, when you're officially on course for the nine year journey to Yvaga III. The others are all gonna fucking hate you both by the end of it.

Kneeling on the ground between your legs he grips either knee and spreads them wide open, instructing you to lift your hips a little so he can shed your jeans, leaving you in nothing but your damp cotton panties.

You watch as he licks over his lips, slow and deliberate, like he’s eying his favorite meal, a new wave of wetness gushing out of you, reflexively trying to close your legs so you don't soak through the mattress but Bjorn's hands stop you from doing so.

“Don't get all shy on me now princess,” Bjorn smirks, thumbs brushing over the crease of your pelvis, flirting along the edge of your underwear, “s'not like I haven't seen it all before or nothing.”

Then he’s closing the distance, taking a big whiff between your thighs, the rapid flutter of his lashes and the growl that rumbles through his chest inciting a needy whine out of you, “always smells so fuckin’ good, so wet ‘n ready fo’ me like tha’ naughty little slut ya’ are. Gonna fuckin’ devour ya.’”

He blows cool air over your warm, wet core, causing you to shiver, trying to grind down on his face, his hands on your hips stopping you, punctuating the air between you, “patience sweetheart, we’ll get there, probably don't’ have much time left ‘nyway.”

Bjorn finally, finally rips your underwear down and off, throwing the bend of your knees over his shoulders before burying his face in between your thighs, licking between your dripping folds from the base of your throbbing core up to your clit, tongue circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, Bjorn,” you whimper, electricity circulating through you like your veins are made of live wires, feeling high off the weed and arousal and adrenaline as your boyfriend eats you out, ankles locking behind the scruff of his neck to keep him there.

“Thas’ right baby, say ma’ name, is tha’ only one ur eva’ gonna moan cuz this pussy belongs ta’ me n’ me only,” he growls, giving your thigh a possessive little squeeze as he spells the letters of his name out on your clit to really drive the point home.

And the thing is—Bjorn's absolutely right, his name is the only one you're ever gonna moan, the only one you ever want to, because Bjorn doesn't just own what's between your legs he owns what's inside your chest too.

It’s the crude way Bjorn spits on your entrance that has you closing your legs around his head, moaning his name like a prayer, like you aren’t already wet enough, distantly aware it's just another way for him to stake his claim over you.

He probes the tip of his tongue against your opening, throbbing in anticipation, clamping down on the warm wet muscle as soon as he wiggles it inside, first an inch, then two, groaning as the taste spreads over his tongue.

It always drives you absolutely crazy how vocal Bjorn is when he's going down on you, like he's getting off on it more than you are, the noises he's making causing tremors of pleasure to undulate through you, blindly fucking back onto his tongue as a result.

He increases his persistence, steadily fucking his tongue in and out of you, one of the arms he has loosely circled around your thighs letting go to rub circles into your clit instead, applying just the right amount of pace and pressure to have you trembling in his grasp.

You continue to roll your hips down, growing frenetic with your rapidly approaching climax, cervical muscles contracting like wires being wound up tight, clenching around your boyfriend’s thick tongue while you grind up into his thumb, wet from his spit and your fluids.

Moans are freely spilling out of you know, oscillating between breathy little whimpers and needy whines of Bjorn’s name and phrases like, “baby—fuck,” and, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” orgasming just as the quiet boom of the Corbelan breaks through the surface tension of the exosphere and enters orbit, sunlight pouring through the window of the hauler and bathing you both.

Bjorn’s face is wet with your release, licking up your thighs and between your folds to clean you up, licking you into hypersensitivity, pulling your hips away when it starts to hurt. He kisses down your leg, gentle as he helps swing your legs in so you’re lying on the mattress correctly, crawling in to join you.

While it might not be big enough for you to fuck in its just right for cuddling, his arm going around your waist to reel you in close, groaning when you lean your head back against his shoulder to lick some of your juices off of him. He’s still fully clothed, hips pressed up to your naked ass, tracing over the dice tattoo on the back of his hand.

“Want me to return the favor?” You ask, fucked out and spent in his arms, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep. Still, you’d power through the exhaustion if he wanted you to, just for him.

“No need princess,” Bjorn smiles, soft and affectionate, kissing behind your ear, “already gone limp. Gonna hafta’ change my boxers when I got tha’ energy. Tha’ pretty little sounds ya’ make really gets me goin.’”

You feel heat pool low in your core at the idea of Bjorn getting off on just your moans alone, meeting his eyes over your shoulder, dazzling in the sun. He kisses you then, full of love and passion, cradling your jaw to keep it turned towards him, thumb sweeping across your cheekbone, from the bridge of your nose back to your ear.

“Jus’ as breathtaking in tha’ light princess,” he whispers, eyes roving over your face, the same look he always gives you when he’s being incredibly sweet, like he’s been staring at the sun long before he saw the real thing.

A warmth spreads through you because of it, warmer than anything else in the universe, even the sun.

#this got really mushy at the end lol #bjorn alien romulus x reader #bjorn alien romulus #alien romulus #bjorn alien romulus fic #bjorn x reader #spike fearn

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elllisaaa · 5 months ago

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minghao bf thoughts pls 🫶

BF!MINGHAO who's always by your side no matter what, who doesn't seem like it sometimes but who always has an eye on you.

he's holding hands with you all the time, no matter where you are, who you're with or what you're doing. minghao especially does it when he can feel that you're anxious. the way you relax immediately when he swipes his thumb over your hand and squeezes it makes him feel better too - he loves to know that he's able to be some kind of comfort to you. when you do the same for him and grab his hand, minghao is immediately reconforted. holding hands is one of the only marks of affection he gives to you in public, never because he's ashamed of you, but simply because he prefers to keep that private, to keep your love private. so he will not really kiss you on the lips when you're with other people - he saves them for when you're alone - but he gives you so many kisses on your cheeks, the top of your hair or your forehead. it feels even sweeter and intimate to the both of you and you smile at each other everytime he kisses you. minghao kisses your hands a lot too - soft kisses to every one of your knuckles before he intertwines your fingers with his.

"let me hold your hand darling, i don't want to lose you in the crowd."

he loves to have deep conversations about serious subjects with you, it's very interesting because you get to know more about the ways you're both seeing the world in different ways. and everytime minghao is blown away from how well you're completing each other. you're not always agreeing on everything, but it still fits perfectly. and he also can't get over how clever you are. whenever you have a new fixation or obsession, he lets you ramble about it and asks details to get to know more. even when the subject is pretty tough and complicated, he wants you to tel everything. and when it's his turn to explain something in-depth, he always makes sure that he doesn't make you feel like you're dumb for asking some questions or not getting on the first try, he always makes you feel at ease. minghao also has so much respect for you. whatever you do, he will support you through it and give you advice. you want to start a new hobby ? he'll help you buy the supplies you need. you want to change jobs or major ? it's okay, it's a big step but he'll be with you all the way. and he never fails to remind you that he's really proud of you.

"you did so good love, i'm so proud of you."

talking about being proud, minghao praises you a lot, for about anything. and he especially makes sure to compliment you about the things he knows you're insecure about, because every little part of you is perfect in his eyes and he can't bear the thought of you not loving yourself as much as he does. and it all feels so natural that you can't help but believe him. whenever you both have a day off, minghao loves to spend a lazy day at home with you. you pick out a book for each other, he makes you some tea, and you spend the whole day reading, quietly talking and just basking in each other's presence. one of you often ends up falling asleep, and when it's your turn to take a nap, minghao adores watching you sleep. he brushes his fingers against the soft skin of your cheeks, runs his hands through your hair and kisses your eyelids tenderly. you just look so peaceful like that, he cannot help it. his need to take care of you translates in the way he always insists on helping you when you're sick or sad. he stays by your side to help you even if you tell him that you can take care of yourself, he loves to do it for you.

"don't move darling, i'm going to prepare you some tea, yeah ? it'll help you sleep better."

BF!MINGHAO who's in need for control, who needs you to behave. he will give you what you want if only you follow his rules.

we all know that minghao loves art, and as an artist, i think he would love shibari a lot for two main reasons. first is that it allows him to have full control over you and do whatever he wants. second, it looks very aesthetically pleasing. he has a lot of different ropes, of different sizes and colors, so he can switch up depending his mood or yours that day. he always makes sure that the knots are not too tight, and that you know you can say your safe word at any times, to not hesitate to tell him if you're uncomfortable. minghao loves to tie you up in ways that exposes his favourite parts of your body to him, or in ways that render you unable to move and lets him do anything he wants. he fucks you with your wrists tied to your ankles, pretty knots all over your legs while he's having his way from behind. he will also pull on the ropes for some more leverage. one of his favourite parts is when he frees you from the ropes and they leave red marks all over your body.

"you look so pretty like this, all pretty just for me."

minghao takes foreplay very seriously, he wants you literally soaking wet by the time he pushes his cock inside of you. and this man knows how to use his fingers for sure. he also knows how much you like them and he loves to tease you with them. he circles your clit until you're cumming from only that, he run his fingers against your folds but never puts them in, he insists that you don't need more than one of his finger. he could spend hours with his fingers deep inside of you without getting tired of it. minghao also makes you beg for them too, asks you to spell it out for him before he lets you have them. the best part is that the both of you are enjoying it just the same - you cum (most of the time) and he gets to feel you squeeze around his fingers. though he isn't above edging either. when you're being a brat and getting on his nerves, you think you finally got him right where you wanted when he gives you his fingers, but he doesn't let you cum until he's satisfied with how much of a mess he made of you.

"don't get all shy on me now darling, you wanted my fingers now take it."

he loves to experiment too, loves to help you discover everything that you like, loves when you let him test something too. he always makes these nights special and sweet so you know how much he appreciates you because even if he's gonna be fucking you in an hour, he's still a gentlemen. when he has the time to really take care of you, minghao loves to use a blindfold on you. he knows that it heightens all of your senses, and he has so much playing with your body when you can't see. you react to every one of his touches even more, whining every time his fingers trace your skin, moaning every time he kisses you, shivering every time he speaks to you. it doesn't happen often though because minghao does love to have your eyes on him while he's fucking you. it's something he's very adamant about - keeping eye contact. even when he's deep inside of you, your legs trembling around his waist, he still asks you to keep your eyes open. it makes it even more intense and intimate for him, he feels even more connected to you this way. cumming at the same time while looking in each other's eyes is what gets him going the most.

"eyes on me darling, i want to see you when i make you cum around my dick."

#and another one done !#hope you'll like it #eli answering your questions #eli's anonie #seventeen x reader #seventeen hard hours #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen smut #minghao x reader #minghao hard hours #minghao hard thoughts #minghao smut #xu minghao

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siriusblackdevotee · 2 months ago

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Sirius + forced Jegulus break up

...I want Sirius walking in on Jegulus and then forces them to break up, without realizing it was a break up because he thought they were just friends with benefits.

Like, he knows Regulus, he knows James and he knows his own platonic feelings for James. He just knew that eventually Regulus would see why Sirius was so attached to James. They were two peas in a pod in that craving-for-affection department.

And if they were fucking, he just knew Regulus would eventually fall for James.

It would be great for both of his brothers to actually date (...what a sentence), he'd actually prefer that and thought they'd be a match made in beaven. But unfortunately, last he checked, James was not interested in Regulus or anyone for that matter. He would have told him otherwise, right?

So it was going to end horribly on Regulus's end so by that logic, he forced them to end it. He didn't think he did anything wrong, in fact he pats himself on the back as he basically prevented his brother's future heartbreak.

He would say something like "he's not good for you/you're not good for him/I just know this wouldn't end well." He'd be very evasive or vague about it because obviously, he can't say "my brother might fall for you/you might fall for James"

But then it'd also be said in a way that... to James and Regulus, who thinks Sirius knows about their relationship now, he has no hope for them?? Does not trust them?? Does not believe in them?? Or doesn't like them for the other?? Or does not like them??

Basically they hear "You aren't good for each other." And it like, fucks them up because it's coming from Sirius. He matters to both of them immensely and by extension, his opinion.

Regulus thinks Sirius is disapproving him for James. Can't be James because James is the embodiment of the sun and he can't be bad for anyone so it must be him.

It's him that's incompatible and could somehow hurt James in the future and that's one of his already existing biggest fears or that he wouldn't be good enough for James which is his insecurity. So Sirius saying that further solidifies it??

Whereas James obviously doesn't think that because he personally knows Sirius would never think of his brother that way and he knows Sirius physically can't think of the worst of himself.

So to him Sirius' disapproval meant it was about their relationship. He didn't want them dating and if James didn't have Sirius's approval, he can't be with Regulus at all. No going behind Sirius' back either because the guilt was far too much to handle compared to the pleasure of being in Regulus' company.

So they...break up and Sirius is happy that they stop fucking!! He stays oblivious to the hurt and chaos he caused!!

When he notices Regulus Not Doing Well, he just brushes it off as him being upset he couldn't have James or that he was already slightly falling for James and wishes he could be closer.

He only realizes he may have fucked up when James, who should not be in love with his brother, is no longer his usual sunshine self.

Not really relevant to this...drabble thing but on the side wolfstar? Remus who knew about Jegulus for a while and even helped hide it from Sirius?

The couple were still new and figuring things out, wasn't sure if they'd work out and needed privacy, adding Sirius to the mix would just add more pressure and they didn't want that.

Remus didn't like hiding things from Sirius but he also loves James and Regulus so the deal was Jegulus immediately come clean once they see that the relationship was indeed going somewhere.

And yeah he thought once Jegulus revealed their relationship, there would be some dramatic rejection-but-not-actually-rejection speech from Sirius but he thought Sirius would be overjoyed for them once he calmed down.

So he'd be completely blindsided when he hears that not only did Sirius find out but he also completely forbid them from seeing each other like that.

He's like?? Yo?? That's not my boyfriend?? Did I miscalculate??

Okay well I haven't day dreamed this far into my...daydream. so Remus tries to understand Sirius and is shocked by his flippant "ehh, they'll get over it" attitude. Maybe they fight because Remus cares about James, and he can't believe Sirius would do something like that???

And he tries convincing Sirius too but Sirius isn't hearing any of it.

It's only when Sirius comes to talk to Remus about James' sad energy that they both realize the misunderstanding. Then Sirius fixes his mistake and happy ending!!

I have more regulus angst to add to this but I'm tired now, so the yappathon ends here

Edit: I just realized this doesn't have to be wolfstar. This could bitchkiller too.

Barty helps hide Jegulus from Sirius because he's Regulus's best friend. He can see that Regulus is truly being loved and he wants that relationship to go somewhere. He's a total Jegulus shipper.

Also by hiding it from Sirius, this is definitely a sex innuendo. Sure wolfstar could be the same but I don't see them that way. Remus would distract him by striking up a random conversation whereas Barty would immediately kiss him feral. Sirius with the hormonal, dog brain is very happy when things take a heated turn when he was just wondering where James went, efficiently distracted.

Barty doesn't mind lying to Sirius because it's for his best friend. He wouldn't go through a moral dilemma like Remus would. He's a chill, easy-going guy. Also like, unstable.

For wolfstar, Remus finds out, argues with Sirius, then later a different conversation, Remus corrects the misunderstanding.

But for Bitchkiller, Barty doesn't immediately find out about the break up. He probably gets radio silence from Regulus, who is wallowing in his misery, so he's a bit out of the loop. When he does find out, it's at the same time Sirius noticing something's wrong with James.

So they have the conversation at the same time. Barty immediately explodes on Sirius, he's confused and angry for Regulus, because he's protective. It's only when he literally says "Of course something's wrong with him, you broke them up!" Or something along those lines that Sirius connected the dots.

I am absolutely making them have the conversation at the same time because otherwise, Sirius would be too oblivious and apathetic that it pisses off Barty and makes their argument a bitt too angsty so I'm avoiding that.

Bitchkiller can go from 1-100 so quickly unlike wolfstar which I perceive as the softer one, not perfect, just softer. Actually no, this is just how I view Remus; understanding, empathetic and rational.

Barty can get irrational when he's emotional, like in this case, when Regulus is so fucked over and it's because of Sirius, his boyfriend thing or Regulus's literal brother. It's a mix of feeling betrayal and betrayal on behalf of Regulus. That irrationality could make him quick to verbal aggression or even violence so hence,,,I really wanna make the conversation quick.

(Sirius just responds to whatever is given to him, hence why my perception of wolfstar/bitchkiller entirely depends on his partner)

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thesilmarillionblog · 5 months ago

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝟕

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Summary: You and Soldier Boy want to create a family and move on from everything, even the Vought, but you also know that he has to face Homelander one last time to keep his vow to Butcher. However, nothing turns out as you had hoped.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, memory loss, Soldier Boy acts like an asshole, distant Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, language, drugs

Word Count: 5277

A/N: English is not my first language.

4 Months Ago.

You and Ben were alone in the house just after Butcher and the others had finally departed. Finally. Since the two of you had just learned that Homelander was Ben's biological son, you had not spoken to him much, not knowing what to say. You didn't say anything until they left the house since you knew he wouldn't want to talk about this with the others.

“Ben?” you asked, gently touching his rigid shoulder. You noticed that he looked completely confused and that he was tense from sitting on the couch, which was something you had never seen him like before, so lost and deep in thoughts.

You withdrew your hands from him, fearing that he would get enraged at you for not leaving him alone during that vulnerable moment, but he quickly came back to his senses and softly took your hand into his.

You waited on foot while he cleared his throat and apologized in a rough voice. Something unsettling began to creep up on you.

You questioned, unsure of whether he would want you at his side at that precise moment or to push you away, “Do you want to...stay alone for some time?” Everything was a total disaster. “I can leave you alone.”

Ben was the father of Homelander, undoubtably the worst man alive. It was planned, whether consciously or unconsciously, for Ben to murder his own biological son, which you knew Homelander had to die. The path was tough, and it was a dead end.

“What?” With a harsh voice, Ben pulled you onto his lap and whispered, “Of course not; come here.” He planted a hard kiss on your lips to express his affection for you, and in an instant his words warmed your heart. “You say such silly things sometimes, baby.”

You appeared completely lost and furious for hours. You moved on his lap to properly face him and caressed his full beard, murmuring, “You didn't say much since then” It was hard to keep your hands to yourself while you were with him, and you could see that Ben felt the same way. “I have no idea what to say at all. It's really awful; of all the things Vought had done to you, it's perhaps the worst—to find out he's your son. I can't believe it.”

“He's not my son.” He shot back, fully denying the obvious. “I didn't raise him,” he said sharply. “All he is is a lab-produced product. Only a toy, nothing more.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off with, “He wouldn't even be here if I hadn't jerked off that day into a cup forty years ago. Fuck it. I should have had fucked into my hand.”

You let out a sigh upon realizing that he had returned to his old attitude and either didn't care or was good at concealing his true feelings. But you knew deep down that he was just not enthusiastic about thinking about Homelander. As he openly said, Ben had not raised Homelander. Vought raised him, trained him like a puppet. Between him and Ben, there was no emotional bond; it was all biological. But you couldn't help but be concerned about Ben and his actual emotions. You pondered if he was now or had ever desired to make a family of his own.

“Are you really okay though?” You said, stroking his neck and beard with your hands. You were momentarily at a loss for words due to the raw and intense way he was looking at you. “It must be too much for you to learn something like this. After all, such time had passed. I can't even imagine it.”

Although you were unsure of how to help him in such a situation, you still wanted to try and console him somewhat. You felt useless and helpless since Ben always struggled to engage in intimate conversations.

With a sigh, his fingers moved compassionately and desirably along your legs and skirt. “To be honest, I was quite taken aback. I could never have imagined having a son even in my wildest dreams. It's been decades and it’s not very possible for supes to have children which you already know."

“Yeah,” you said in a whisper, your heart curving with sympathy as you kept touching him tenderly. With remorse, you murmured, “I'm not even sure how or what to say to comfort you in such a situation.” You listened to his heartbeat while placing your hands on his chest, adding, “I feel completely useless right now.”

“Hey,” he said in a displeased tone and with a softhearted smile. “I don't need comfort or crap. You are everything I need since I am a man. I should be the one to console you as I am a man, right?”

“Do you really want to kill him?” you questioned suddenly, observing every expression in his eyes. Your inquiry seemed to surprise him, as if he had just understood that he would almost certainly be the one to murder him.

“Of course.” You were even more upset when he determinedly stated, “I'll keep my word to the others.” As if it were a mission, he was discussing the murder of his biological son. Ben's comments made you feel a little uncomfortable, even if you despised Homelander to the hilt. You weren't sure why.

“Would you be able to kill him if you didn't make a promise to Butcher, though?”

Without hesitation, he answered, “Yes,” his eyes growing ghastly and disgusted. “I don't give a damn, not in the slightest. He's nothing more than another Vought product. I wouldn't give a fuck about Butcher and my promise to him if I actually cared about him.”

Believing him, you let out a big breath of relief. As he began to kiss you, you attempted to push the agonizing questions to the back of your mind, such as who the mother was and how he would react if he had a son back then, before he was betrayed by his team and Vought.

Being able to let everything go in that sincere and fragile moment of yours would be easier if you cared about him less.

That being said, it was a little uncomfortable and uneasy to think about how uncaring he was to his biological son. You pondered how he would respond or whether he could love your child as much as he loved you if you ever were pregnant. All you wanted was for things to be different, away from Vought.

In between kisses, he remarked, “What are you thinking that much and you're not focusing on me?” His hands on you were urgent and needy. It perplexed and annoyed him to see how uncomfortable you looked.

Muttering, “Nothing but us,” you put your hands on his warm chest and wondered what his reaction would be if you told him you were expecting a child. One day. If a miracle happened. “All I want is for this to end quickly, Ben. I want to be done dealing with Homelander, Vought, and all of them. I hate everything about them.”

“Of course,” he immediately replied in a firm tone as his fingertips softly stroked your back. “I also don't want to do anything for any of them. I'm far too fucking old for such things.”

“So you're accepting that you are an old lazy man?” You chuckled as you teased him, and when he brought up his age, both of your moods changed. His strength and appearance always gave him great confidence. “A total boomer.”

“Say that shit again?” He muttered with a rough voice and a sly smirk as he lifted your skirt a little and spanked your ass.

He stilled your body on his and grinned wickedly as you jumped on his lap, gasping in surprise. “Ow!” you exclaimed. You weren't anticipating a straight-ass-cheek smack from him. “You're an old asshole.”

“Are you going to give me a kiss with that dirty mouth?” He drew you even closer to his body and said, “Since when did you start swearing like me? Amazingly bold of you to refer to that bad, mighty supe man as old. When did you start acting rudely, huh?”

“I wouldn't dare,” you chuckled and playfully moved in his lap. It made you happy to see that he was now in a good mood. “I don't know why I'm wasting my perfect young years with you, such an old, grumpy man.” You continued to tease him, smiling innocently at him.

“I suppose you want me to spank your perty ass badly and give you a nice punishment; that's why you're acting like this, don't you?” He spoke harshly as his hands began to linger over your underwear beneath your skirt.

You teased, “Will you make me say 'thank you, daddy' too?”

His unexpected and sincere laugh made your heart melt with love and tenderness. Though it was really hard at times, it was amazing how much he had changed in a year and how your relationship progressed. Even though he wasn't the easiest man to talk to, you could see that he was making a great effort and trying his hardest to make it work.

“Since Butcher and all the other fuckfaces are away from the house for some time,” Ben growled, his face darkening and promising as he began to pull up your skirt. “I think we can have our fun properly.”

You've begun using Temp-V in a few missions that involve a bit of risk. Butcher had given you that stuff two weeks ago. Ben loved taking you without worrying about hurting you in any way and used his strength on you as much as he could, and he liked it very much. Seeing his excitement when you had taken Temp-V made you feel better.

Ben had only fucked you twice when you were on Temp-V. Without that, you felt rapidly tired since he was too energetic for you, and it was difficult to give him what he needed because he was constantly holding back to protect you from getting hurt.

That short-term drug worked really well, and you could tell Ben enjoyed it a lot since he finished and filled your insides with his cum numerous times, leaving you feeling satisfied in each and every cell.

There were challenges in being with a supe, but lately, you and Ben were getting along very well. Considering all aspects.

You lightly kissed him on the lips and placed your finger on his jaw, teasing, “I was thinking about sleeping early.”

He said, “Fuck no, it’s still early,” taking it seriously. It was midnight. “They aren't leaving us alone for a while, so we can't find some time to be alone and spend some more time properly nowadays. Besides, you're still on that Temp-V,” he said, gripping you tightly as though you would escape from him. “We shouldn’t waste it, right?”

You said, “You seem like you don't like me taking me anymore while I'm not on Temp-V,” clearly feeling a little insecure. You had no idea what to do if, for some reason, you couldn't find Temp-V to inject yourself. Everything would be easier if you were a supe, but that's not what you wanted.

Ben said, “Come on,” and to your surprise, he gave you even softer kisses on the lips as a response. “I only like it because I can't hurt you unintentionally when you're on it.”

“You wouldn't hurt me,” you instantly said. You trusted him with your life. Even if he was unaware of it, he was showing you much concern when you were on Temp-V, and he was careful with you.”

“Never,” he said in a straight-forward and certain tone.

With his fingertips dancing across your back, he said, "I love you," tenderly. He had only said it twice, and you could see he meant it both times. Since he rarely liked to express his feelings so openly, you felt he would never say it again, but he had said it once more. There was nothing more real when Ben told you sweet things.

With one swift motion, he forced you to lie on the couch and gave you a passionate kiss without letting you respond. You believed you could express it back with your actions as your hands quickly drew him in closer and you savored his lips with equal passion.

You hoped he understood how one word from him could instantly melt your heart. You hoped that one special, private memory of you would stick with you forever.

Present

“Will you respond to her calls, Butcher?” With her arms folded across her chest, Annie questioned harshly. She was examining every emotion on his face with a suspicious and inquisitive gaze on hers.

With his hands on his head, he shouted out, “Fuck, what I'm supposed to say?” To set things right for himself and his team, he had to find the right words to say to you. Soldier Boy being free once more wasn't in his plans at all.

“You need to have given this some thought earlier. From the start, we should have been honest with her. Why would you complicate things that much?” Annie expressed her displeasure. She knew how angry Soldier Boy must be, and it filled her heart with worry and distress. She hoped he had no kind of feelings for you.

“What truth?” With a sour tone, Butcher questioned. “She lost her memory, and we carried out the original plan precisely when we put Soldier Boy to sleep again. They fucking regularly don't change anything. What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, Y/N, you don't recall a thing, but you were fucking Soldier Boy.' Does that sound good enough, Blondie?”

Kimiko and Frenchie stared at Butcher cautiously while Annie grumbled and paced the room. They had to keep what had happened in that room months ago a secret; otherwise, Annie might lose her mind if she found out. Otherwise, they would be all killed.

As Kimiko thought back to the memories of your asleep and pregnant body in the bed, she felt restless. She would have fought Butcher if she had been wiser that day, but she was aware that he had already slaughtered Neuman. She was being eaten alive by regret, and at that particular moment, she loathed Butcher. But her greatest loathing was for herself. She should have somehow stopped it.

Kimiko hoped that leaving you with Soldier Boy the day before had been the right move. If she was right about Soldier Boy's genuine concern for you, which she thought he had, then maybe you two could work out a solution to all of this and he would take good care of you. By leaving you with Soldier Boy, she enraged Butcher, but Kimiko didn't respond to his insanity or address any of his inquiries.

Annie remarked, “Soldier Boy must have told her everything by now,” as she considered the talks you two must have had. Fearfully, she shook her head. “It's all the result of your meaningless and foolish plans. How in the world are you going to murder both Soldier Boy and Homelander now? If Vicky were with us, maybe we could stand a chance, but you killed her too and ruined everything.”

Butcher just responded, “I'm going to talk to Y/N,” completely unaffected by Annie's worries and complaints. “Maybe she can help with Soldier Boy.”

Annie exclaimed, “Oh my god,” sounding as though she was having a hard time believing what she was hearing. “Are you hoping she'll help you? after learning of the relationship between her and Soldier Boy?”

Butcher cut her off with a cuff, “Relationship of my ass. He wouldn't even flinch if I didn't stop him from killing Ryan. In addition, even though she once loved him, she can no longer recall him. Discussion is over. Just keep your mouth shut and let me fucking handle this.” With a brief scowl, Butcher stated. After saying the last remark, he seemed to be reminding Frenchie and Kimiko of their secret and transgression by looking them in the eye.

At that very moment, Kimiko would definitely feel sick if she weren't a supe.

Soldier Boy replied in a sour voice, “Stop fiddling with your food. Didn't you say that you were hungry?”

You said, “I lost my appetite,” avoiding his intense stare as you sat at the table by yourself and observed him speaking on the phone with Homelander. Every now and again you looked at your own phone to see whether Butcher or anyone else had called. You were on your own and without answers.

Soldier Boy was busy talking to Homelander on the phone when he shot you a displeased look. You thought about finding out a solution about him that worked for you since he was desperate to find Cate, whomever she truly was. You didn't like it when he was being so insistent and obsessed with your previous version. Both of you yearned for understanding, but you lacked empathy and preferred to go your own separate ways.

It would have been simpler if he had simply allowed you to love him once more and let the past go. You were surprised to find that you would find it easy to feel things for him, and you didn't want to lose your distinctive persona by remembering things. Then, what would happen to you?

While Homelander was telling Soldier Boy things, you observed him sit on the chair at your side.

In a disgruntled tone, he inquired, “And when do you think you can find her?” Clearly irritated by your dissatisfied look on your face, You hoped she was gone forever or whatever. “It's important. I fucking have no idea.”

You were uneasy at the way he consumed you with his gaze. You wanted to make things different, to persuade him that memories didn't matter if you really loved each other.

You couldn't help but feel a little satisfied when he violently hung up on Homelander's face. Perhaps Cate had really vanished, really gone.

He asked, clearly annoyed that you were happy that he was unable to find her and let her toy with your mind, “Why are you so excited about?”

He was staring at you as you pretended to be eating something, saying, “Nothing.”

“It is not possible for her to disappear out of the blue. I have no doubt that Vought will find her quickly.”

You questioned, “And then what?” His aloof and icy demeanor disappointed you. You couldn't help but feel insecure and offended since he seemed so different from yesterday. You detested how hurt you sounded at the time. “As much as she enjoys it, will you really allow her to rape my mind? How can you possibly be certain that she won't further play with my memories? She can do anything.”

Soldier Boy sent you a cold, hard stare that would instantly shatter your heart. “I won't let anything happen to you or let somebody else make things worse for us than they already are,” he added with determination. Even though you knew that all he wanted was for you to trust him, it was difficult to do so in light of what had transpired.

“Why is giving me some more time and respecting my choices so difficult for you?” You pushed the plate out of your line of sight and asked as if you were pleading with him to comprehend.

Straight away, he replied, “Because I know you'd want me to bring you back and help you to recover,” indicating that he wouldn't be changing his decision.

“And I'm telling you that I don't want it.”

“Jesus,” he murmured as he took the bottle on the table and started to drink right away.

You said sharply, trying to persuade him that there was a chance you could get into even more trouble. “Even if I remember everything because of the supe you're trying to find, I won't forgive for not respecting my choices and letting some stranger play with my mind, ignoring all the dangers she might cause,” you said.

“There's no motive for her to do such a thing, and she wouldn't dare. As far as I know, she works for Homelander; therefore, you shouldn't be concerned about it, okay?”

“It's not okay.”

“Why you're so fucking stubborn?” How different are you now, Soldier Boy questioned, getting furious. Yes, you were stubborn in the past, but not to the same extent. Even though he tried not to feel irritated, he couldn't help it.

“I'm not stubborn; I'm just trying to convince the man who loves my past version to be understanding for me a bit.”

“I understand enough. Everything will be well as soon as I locate Cate and heal your lost and confused mind. We'll both heal, you and I.”

"I'm not sick," you said in a wounded tone as he persisted in acting as though you were a virus that needed to be eradicated.

He said, rather frustrated, “You don't sound like it,” showing little sign of self-control. His patience was clearly growing thin.

You didn't answer to him, trying not to notice how harsh he sounded. You were willing to make things right in your own way and were open to the notion of getting to know him again because of how kind and caring he had been yesterday and how he had held you close in the morning as though he genuinely loved you. But he was fixated on the past and so desperate to have your former self that it left you feeling helpless and unwell. As soon as Cate used her abilities on you, you knew he would return to his caring nature. That thought made you sick.

She would take you from him and return you to him. You would return and disappear. Just like he wanted.

You were in excruciating pain from this thinking; you didn't want to feel that way about a man you had just met, but you couldn't help but feel miserable and wounded. Your fingertips traced the spot where, if it wasn't missing, the ring he'd given you should have been. You felt worthless and abandoned. Once again.

Soldier Boy continued to drink as he watched your face fall and eventually stated, “I didn't mean that you're... sick or something,” in an affectionate manner. “I only want you to come back. I really miss you, us. At the very least, could you cooperate more?”

"It's hard to," you murmured. "You were different yesterday."

“I genuinely want to look at your side of the matter, but it's difficult. You are not giving me even a small amount of time. You're not aware of what I am feeling. I doubt you even care.” You said in a pained voice. “You are being harsh on me, impatient.”

Soldier Boy stood up and got some weed out of the drawer next to the coach. You silently watched him. He was a really attractive man—incredibly attractive. You could not help but be overcome with awe of him.

He glanced at you and grumbled, “I'm not harsh on you,” while preparing some weed for himself. You hoped you could go back in time to yesterday and act as though you remembered him, only to buy yourself more time and have him express his love for you. That way, you'd be enamored with him to believe everything he told you.

He angrily said, “I thought your behavior wouldn't change even if you lost your memories, but you changed, and it started to bother me,” which just made you feel more puzzled and sadder.

With a cracking voice, you questioned, “How did I change?” and a little smile to let him know you were willing to listen and see if it could be fixed.

You stood up and carefully over to sit by him. Your legs nearly came into contact. You were so far away now, yet it was crazy just how close you were yesterday to sharing such a private moment. As you watched him try to get high with so many drugs, you started thinking of ways to persuade him. It was frustrating the way he disregarded your question, but it was still worth making an attempt.

You managed to maintain eye contact and said, “If you give me enough time and let things develop naturally and let me get to know you once more, I would very much appreciate it.”

His voice was bitter as he pointed out, "There is a chance that you might never get your memories back," as if that were the worst thing that could happen.

“How awful would it be if you truly loved me? I'm here to tell you how eager I am to get to know you again.” You stated, attempting not to let the heavy sensation in your chest overwhelm you. “Would it be pretty romantic if we fell in love with each other again?” It was difficult to get through to him because you were getting turned down repeatedly in spite of your best attempts. You wondered why he was fixated on the earlier version of you and what actions you had taken that made him love you.

“I'm not going to throw away everything we have together,” he firmly replied.

You pressed, “It's not throwing away.”

“What is it then?”

“All I ask is that we let things unfold naturally. I do not want you to force me and abandon me to Cate's mercy. You seem to be throwing away me.”

“It'll only take a fucking minute to get you back. Fuck that,” he exclaimed fiercely, his rage finally taking him over.

Your heart was racing as you tried to get away from him because you were scared. Though you could not understand a word he was saying, you could hear him swearing. Perhaps you were foolish in your attempts to win him around to your way of thinking.

With regret, he looked at you but said nothing.

“I tried my best to believe you, even though I had just recently met you. Despite everything I've heard about you, I'm willing to get to know you, as you can see. But even though you say you love me, you don't even respect my decisions; instead, you just say you're bothered by me,” you continued, trying not to let your voice break into a sob-worthy sigh. “You're saying that you love me, but you don't give a single shit about nothing I say.”

Soldier Boy studied every expression on your face as he gazed at you in uncertainty. When your eyes locked, you realized how miserable it was that you were attempting to persuade him to give you a chance and allow you to be just yourself until your memories returned on their own. The fact that he truly desired you should have made you happy, but it didn't. If the same thing occurred to him, you believed you could accept all of his versions, you could love him over and over.

He was staring at you so coldly that you were afraid to move. You wanted to get near to him, touch him, and feel his hair between your fingers to find out how you felt about him. You also wanted to savor the moment and create new memories.

“Would you be open to getting to know me? To open up yourself to me?” he said in a cruel, suspicious tone. His voice was both menacing and promising.

With a quiet “yes,” your heart filled with a sense of hope.

He let out a “Hmm,” set down the weed in his hands, grabbed you by the hips, and made you sit on his lap with a swift movement. Your hands automatically went toward his powerful shoulders as you gasped in shock, and your eyes widened with surprise.

Your mouth dropped open, but you were at a loss for words. You kept your hands on his shoulders as he studied your face, his darkened eyes portraying a serious look. Though a little afraid to move, you wanted to feel his tense and strong body with a movement of your fingers. But you also wanted to show that you weren't afraid of him and that you meant every word you spoke.

For a little while, your eyes linked, and you said, “What are you doing?” because you were unable to be silent any longer. You were scared; he could smell your fear as much as your excitement.

His hands daringly began to wander over your body. “You told me that you wanted me to get to know you and vice versa, right?” he questioned. Your heart began to speed up even faster as soon as your cheeks reddened. You nodded to him, not daring to make a sound that would make you look foolish.

He stated, “You told me yesterday that you didn't want any sexual interaction,” staring deeply into your lips to the point that you felt your lips becoming dry. His gaze was darker. You tried to move around a little on his lap, but his powerful, rough hands prevented you from moving.

You blushed and whispered, “And you told me the same.”

“Well, I've changed my mind. And why wouldn't I touch you? In the past, after all, we used to bang every day. You let me come inside you several times,” he remarked cockily. His dirty words caused your cheeks to get flushed.

He said with the same attitude, “I miss the times when you let me fuck you raw.” You could feel the heat and desire coursing through his body, so strong you could sense it beneath your fingertips.

“You know I don't remember any of them,” you muttered, trying not to show your shy behavior and act like you were bold. It was quite a normal conversation.

“That's something we can fix, and it would be a good start for you to get to know me. Who knows, maybe I can fuck into our memories inside you.. naturally,” he offered. “Would you do that?”

Soldier Boy closely examined your eyes for any hint of fear, uncertainty, or hesitation. You knew that he would release you as soon as he saw one of them in your eyes. Your timidity began to disappear as you gave it considerable attention. If you could persuade him to give you a little more time, perhaps he would reconsider making you remember items that were in the hands of another Supe. You nibbled on your lip as you gave the suggestion serious thought.

You said, “Let me speak with Butcher and the others first.”

He surprised you once again and responded, “Okay.” He was still analyzing you with the same heart-melting look, which made you feel more at ease and relaxed that he was becoming somewhat better toward you.

“And there is something else,” Soldier Boy confidently remarked, his hands touching softly your back and legs. “You will use Temp-V while I take you. For a full day, it turns you into a temporary supe.”

Again nodding to him, you murmured with a little smile, “Okay.”

Perhaps it would help you recall things more easily, get to know him better, and understand the real nature of your connection. You probably had several sexual encounters with him because you trusted him when he said that you were in a relationship. After all, he was willing to let you speak with Butcher, so perhaps Temp-V was a means of shielding you from his strength.

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 months ago

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Could you do a Yor Forger and Fiona Frost prompt where the reader is underestimated by everyone even though in reality they are really strong?

Usually underestimated S/O is actually really stronge

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Yor, Fiona ]

[ Spy x Family ]

Yeeee! Thanks you so much for requesting this amazing prompt! I been wanting to write it for a while but I had no idea with who, so thank you dear savior!

Yor Briar

Yor is quite naive and being in a relasionship just increases that thanks to the constant flustered feeling that just being with you gives her, still, as much as it embarrases her to say it she loves you deeply and she loves you just the way you are, so, at the end, she accepts you without much troubles

Actually, Yor takes your real strenght as something normal and even makes her feel quite comforted that you two have that in common! It makes her feel normal and even comforted, making her feel like despite everything she can have and enjoy a normal life at your side!

Despite taking your strengtht as something completely normal that doesn't mean she doesn't admire you, because she does and a lot! And not only because of your strength, the more she gets to know you the more she falls in love and the more reasons she has to admire you (even if she can feel a little bit overwhelmed by that love)

Yor won't really notice or realice that people tend to underestimate you and think you are pretty weak, it take her a while and is more likely because of people saying it explicitly and still it is a thought that will stuck in her head, she knows how stronge you are so she can't understand why others wouldn't see it, let alone critize you because of it

After thinking about it for a while she will start to feel bad for it, in her mind it start to grow some insecurities and worries about how will you react when you heard others talking about you like that, she start to believe that it will probably sadden you so she will try to comfort you by reminding you how much she love you and how she can see your true strength (even if you don't mind the other's opinion or even haven't hear it)

Also, in and attempt to help Yor end up getting into the conversation whenever others are talking ill about you, trying to defend you by saying how stronge and admirable you truly are! But if they still doesn't believe her then she will feel more sad, almost as she has failed you (and may even end up apologizing to you for not being able to defend you)

Even so, if you end up showing off how stronge you are in front of others (either by coincidence or to show them a lesson) she will be more focus on you, feeling flustered but also happy to have such an amazing partner before even thinking about how with this others will finally understand how amazing you truly are!

Fiona Frost

No matter if you are a spy or just someone who she has meet because of a mission one of the first things that have caught her attention of you it was your strength

For Fiona her loves also comes with an inmense admiration for who you are and how are you, besides with her work as a spy she will find out a lot about you one way or another so getting to know that you are actually really stronger just increase her admiration and love

Fiona is in the duality of wanting to see you in action, to have the honor to witness any kind of display of your true strength and wanting to protect you and show off that she is stronge too so she can win your affection (even when you two are already together thats how she thinks things work, no matter if you try to reasure her that she doesn't have to do it she will still try to show how worthy she is of you)

Fiona doesn't show it much but just as she admires you a lot she is willing to defend you and your honor with the same intensity, she can be quite intense and intimidating when it comes to you, for good or bad, so when she start to notice that people tend to underestimate you because you don't look thats stronge she is immediatly mad

Fiona takes it as a personal offense whenever she heard someone talking about how weak or little you seem to be, she actually has to control herself a lot to don't go and teach them a lesson for talking about her beloved that way, but the more irritated she grows the more dificult it becomes to hold back herself, so is more likely she will end up intimidating them when trying to calmly tell them to shut up

It doesn't matter if you don't really mind being underestimate, nor even how much you try to reasure her nothing will stop the growing rage she feels inside of her whenever someone even dares to say the smallest bad comment about how weak you actually look, she still clench her fists while ranting about how stronge and amazing you are in her mind, but if it does affect you she will scare the hell out of anyone who dared to even think ill of you

Although, if she end up witnessing how you personally show how stronge you actually are to those people who were talking ill of you she feels like she is falling in love with you once more, no matter how much times she see it she swears it is always amazing to see

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cripplecharacters · 5 months ago

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Hi, I’m concerned about whether there is anything regarding disability that are strictly off limits for abled author to write about. For example, I know it’s meaningless for an abled author to write about what it means to be disabled, or the disabled experience. Is there anything else that would be infringing on boundaries & risk speaking over actual disabled authors? I know including non-POV disabled characters who just happen to be disabled are fine with proper research. But I feel as if I might be treading some risky ground here because I have a POV character who is disabled. Regarding that, I want to know if some things are off limits if I am abled myself (such as their personal feelings regarding their disability - it’d be odd if I didn’t mention this at all since they’re a POV character, but I don’t know to what extent/if i should explore this at all, especially since it’s a result of injury).

Hello!

Outside of the examples you gave ("what it means/how it is to be disabled") I don't anything is strictly and always off limits for abled writers in general because disabled people will have such a wide range of opinions* on this that it'd be impossible to know what you can and can't do - it's better to just do it well and thoughtfully if you do decide to go for it.

*Examples: I know disabled people who don't want people without their disability to write characters with it at all, no exceptions. I really heavily dislike abled writers putting their disabled characters through nightmarish levels of ableism because it feels like torture porn or at least as exploitative. Someone else will be fine with abled writers doing literally anything. Some people see all non-OwnVoices representation as inspiration porn. Disabled people are too big and diverse of a group to come to a specific consensus.

There are areas where I think they should be more careful, like in stories where a character suddenly becomes disabled, as that can easily turn into a plotline that focuses on how disability is bad due to the missing nuances of such an experience. Even putting aside that there's a ton of room for factual errors on how recovery or just the medical side of things in general looks like, I feel like it can be difficult to write this kind of plot in detail if you don't have experience in it. For this kind of thing I believe that sensitivity readers are a must if you want it to be a major part of the story. If it's a minor one then it can be okay, especially if you aren't going into the emotional nitty-gritty of the whole process much.

There's also the obvious topic of tropes that I think abled writers should avoid - but as you probably seen on our blog, there will always be exceptions to them. Example: I always say to not put your character with a facial difference in a mask - but in this post I said it was fine if XYZ happened. Nuance and all. But putting tropes in just to be "subversive" usually comes off as cheap, assuming that they actually are subversive in the first place (which they usually aren't).

Tropes are tools, and they can be used well if the writers put effort in, and especially if they ask the group that the trope itself affects. They are bad if they're done mindlessly and without care for actual disabled people, and at the end of the day it depends on how the writer decides to use them. Don't just assume that your case is "special" and "totally different" from all those people who do use them wrong - these two groups often end up as a perfectly circular Venn diagram. Check with disabled readers first.

Having a POV disabled character is completely fine in my opinion. It's not like we are a completely alien, unrelatable concept to abled people. It can be done well, but it does also require more thought and effort to be put in. Again, I think that sensitivity readers can be incredibly helpful in a case like this.

And I think that it is important for the writer to just look at the page and ask: do I know enough to write about the character experiencing X? Because sometimes the answer will be no, and that's fine. Not even stories written by disabled people will touch on every single aspect of the disabled experience because it's so incredibly wide that there would be no place left for actual plot.

We also don't just sit around and think about how we feel about our disabilities. Sure, deciding how your character feels about it in the vague sense is helpful for characterization, but there's a ton of disabled people who treat their disability as a complete non-event. People like us who mod a blog about disability representation are very much a minority. Your character could just be like "oh yeah I guess I do use crutches, but it's been 10 years so I keep forgetting about it" and only actively think about that when the actual situation calls for it.

Your character could be 100% neutral about their disability and just think of their cane as something they carry around the same way they do with their house keys, or could be So Positive and make sure their cane compliments their outfit just right every time they leave the house. What I'd advise against is a character who dislikes their disability. Again, it can be done well if there's a lot of effort involved, but it's really not something I look forward to when we're talking about abled writers. Even if their intentions are good, or even if they want to show the diverse spectrum of disability (which again, is true! There absolutely are people who feel purely negatively about theirs), it feels weird. Like, why is this the story you want to tell? I think that in 99% of cases those kinds of characters are better left off to disabled writers who can actually offer something fresh to this.

Last thing that I want to add: unless you're writing about ableism, or time-accurate historical fiction, don't use slurs. If you want to refer to some things that use any of them (e.g. Cripplepunk) either shorten them (CPunk), beep the slur out, or at the very least acknowledge that they are slurs.

I hope that this helps,

mod Sasza

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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Yo! Good morning/evening, hope you are fine^^💝. I wanted to ask you a question but I was afraid that it may bother you or something (you know..that feeling when you are scared that you might disturb someone or being an unwelcome person) but yeah I will ask you since i was serious about your answer for some time now so I hope I'm not annoying you or something *feel free to answer only if you wish^^. You seem to know the characters pretty well, you are quite capable and great at reading and understanding them, one of the things I'm serious about is what do you think would make someone qualified enough to be with malleus? Do they have to be of the same species?certain Reputation, stature or traits?(sorry can't help it since I can't rest until I know everything about what interests me and figure it all out😅). Thanks for giving me some of your precious time I really like your blog, you're amazing💜

No worries, you’re not bothering me at all ^^ I love to talk about my hyperfixations www

Now, I know a lot of fans (particularly on the EN side) like to ship Malleus with their OC and especially with Yuu so I want to first make it clear that my response is NOT meant to invalidate those Malleus shippers. Whatever I say here is based on my own interpretation of canon lore (and let’s be real here, TWST won’t ever confirm if anyone is romantically interested in Yuu because it might not work with how some players view their own relationship with that character). In fanon, anyone can be with anyone, but in canon there are very specific in-universe rules and expectations laid out for Malleus so these are what I will be referring to.

I also want to emphasize that the final traits I discuss in this post do NOT reflect Malleus’s personal tastes or views. He has little say in what kind of an individual his spouse would be, so his own preferences are not speculated about or taken into account here. The traits I will be bringing up are based on what I believe the lore implies are the desirable traits for those marrying into the Draconia royal family.

We got it? Good 👍 Read more below the cut!!

Firstly, I’m completely disregarding the ideas of “Malleus can love whoever he wants to love”, “Malleus can scare people into accepting who he loves”, and/or “Malleus can change the law so he can marry who he loves” (a la Sultan from Aladdin or through some other Disney magic or logic). Here’s why:

In general, those solutions for “high stakes issues” are too simple, and that has never been how Twisted Wonderland tackles complicated problems. Just look at every single OB boy’s backstory. They’re so complex that they aren’t totally resolved by the end of their books; these problems persist and are long term things each of them are working on addressing. This is also true of the politics TWST introduces to us; Leona for example explains how there is social pushback and resistance to the idea of infrastructure reform because the culture of the Sunset Savanna stresses harmony with nature. This has made it difficult for them to adopt new technologies because real politicians in their world have to seriously weigh their cultural values with their health and societal progress. The only time there are really easy solutions are in events or vignettes where the emotional stakes are not super high, but who Malleus marries is, in fact, super important since this will entirely change the life of a main character and his country.

With that first bullet point in mind… No, Malleus cannot love whoever he wants to love. Certainly, he may feel affection for another but he can never truly be with them. He is royalty and the only heir to the throne of Briar Valley. It follows that he is expected to marry for political reasons/to better his nation. This is a non-negotiable obligation for him.

Rather than saying, “Malleus cannot scare people into accepting who he loves”, I think it’s more accurate to say Malleus knows he probably shouldn’t. I mean, yes, he may be upset about his S/O not being accepted by his people but I feel that is discrediting a lot of the loyalty he has for his own country. As a kid he may have thrown tantrums when he was upset and potentially harmed staff, but as a 178 year old he has a much better understanding of decorum and maintaining it in spite of his own grudges. For example, even though he may find Leona abrasive he still commands Sebek to apologize to him because, at the end of the day, this could harm Briar Valley’s relationship with the Sunset Savanna. That’s not to say that Malleus can’t be petty (he definitely is)—but implying he would be petty toward basically his entire country just because they would disapprove of the one he loves?? (We know this would likely be true because Sebek’s parents faced similar backlash when they got together.) I feel like his own sense of awareness and responsibility for his country, crown, and people would override that. As an example, Malleus states that he has never been in a car before because the senate would be against it and often kept Malleus in the castle. Someone of his power could easily ignore them and sneak out and do whatever he wanted, yet the dialogue implies Malleus didn’t. He obeyed his political advisors even when he was younger and arguably much more immature. Malleus might not like certain decisions made about his life but it sounds like he ultimately complies with them.

Continuing from the previous point, let’s say for the sake of argument that Malleus does scare everyone into line. What about his public image and the mental health of his S/O? Maybe Malleus can frighten people to not talk out of turn to his face, but he cannot control what people whisper about him behind closed doors or to treat his S/O well or like they actually like them. Not only would they be alienated (away from their own home and forced to adapt to a new one) but they’d be treated oddly by others too. What kind of reputation is that for Malleus? To be a tyrant king who throws a hissy fit anytime someone talks about his partner in a way he doesn’t approve of? With a spouse who is not at their best mentally because of the constant ostracization? (This is similar to what Leona experienced in his childhood.) I don’t think Malleus would want to subject anyone to that kind of life, especially not one he loves. And again, this attitude would be the vast majority of his people. It’s not like it can be avoided or resolved in an easy manner, especially when the people of Briar Valley have proven to be against change.

Lastly, Malleus would not change the law so he can be with whoever he wants to. To begin with, I doubt this is a unilateral position the senate would approve of. But okay, let’s accept that Malleus is royalty so his power overrides the advisors’ power. So he effectively just changed a law for a very selfish and personal reason rather than changing something to actually benefit his people. That doesn’t feel in-character for him, not when Malleus seems to understand that it is the duty of those in higher status to help those below them rather than themselves (see: Riddle’s Suitor Suit vignettes). Malleus has acted selfishly before, yes (who remembers Endless Halloween Night? His Dorm Uniform vignettes? I do.)—but never at the cost of changing the status quo of his country. (Book 7 is not included here because he’s in a very distressed emotional state then; this “new law” scenario posits that Malleus is in a normal state of mind.) This is a major change—change which Briar Valley, its people, and most importantly, Malleus, are not ready for. You think there wouldn’t be social pushback against this? From a society that has become complacent with its own way of life and is still isolated from the rest of the world? That Malleus, someone who struggles greatly with accepting life changes himself, could enact such a big change so easily? (On a more technical level, you don’t just pass a law and it instantly becomes tangible or real, there is a process of approval and then implementation.)

Additionally, it’s made clear in Ghost Marriage that “[Malleus] cannot enter into an engagement lightly”, which is why Sebek goes in his place. Eliza, the Ghost Bride, is royalty (er, albeit dead) but it seems that royal status is not enough to qualify as his partner. Maybe this is because she’s dead and doesn’t have anything of value for Briar Valley (no land, no people, no political power), but it could also mean that the partner has to be given the thumbs up by other parties.

All that being said, here are some of the conditions I think would have to be met for Malleus’s future spouse:

Has to be someone of equal or at least high status. This means they also have to be a royal or at least of nobility. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who is referred to as a duke.

Because of how self-contained Briar Valley is + nocturnal fae having beef with diurnal fae, I imagine his partner would have to also be a nocturnal fae. This would also solve the MASSIVE lifespan difference between fae and non-fae because at least fae would be far closer to each other even if their lifespans fluctuate but subspecies.

Someone suited to rule by his side. Being married into any royal family is no joke—it comes with the expectation that you will contribute somehow, and the partner should be fully equipped to enter the world of politics with him.

Piggybacking off the last point, I think mental fortitude is also a prerequisite. This is because being a politician (navigating the social climate both within your country and outside of it, keeping your people and colleagues happy, maintaining public approval, managing laws, dealing with potential attempts on your life, etc.) can be very stressful and can hurt those who are faint of heart or not prepared for the responsibility. Leaders have to make tough calls at the drop of a hat, and they have to be ready for it.

Has a lot to offer in terms of benefits to Briar Valley as a country. This could be in terms of resources, connections, and/or political savvy. This appears to be true of Malleus’s dad, who acted as a diplomat for Briar Valley.

Vetting and formal approval from the senate. lmao good luck with that

Has to be able and willing to have a child. They at least need an heir to the throne to succeed Malleus. (However, knowing how exclusionary and conservative as heck the senators are, I doubt they would accept anything but a biological child, especially since the Draconia’s claim to fame seems to be from how strong their line is 💀)

Preferably someone with powerful magic or is skilled at magic already so as to lessen the chance of “tainting” the bloodline with a weak mage or a non-mage.

I believe that Briar Valley would prefer someone with old fashioned values like them, not someone pushing for massive reform. They have a culture that is resistant to change and a history of fighting for resources with outsiders, so if Malleus’s new spouse tries to introduce a bunch of technology or open its borders to other countries (even if they have good intentions), the people + the senate may oppose them. His father is implied to be open-minded, but he at least understood that such change isn’t reasonable without time and effort dedicated to the endeavor.

All that being said 💦 I think that this topic is actually less about what Malleus as an individual wants and what his country, his people, and, yes, even his asshole senators, want. This is basically an arranged marriage situation so that their country can maintain power and relevance. It’s about the collective and what Malleus must do for their perceived security and prosperity.

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hi! i am in desperate need of a liv morgan x fem gf reader. really cute and fluffy, maybe where they reunite after the reader has been gone a couple months and she comes back helping liv against rhea. (im just in need of soft livvy 🥺🥺)

Sure! You got it.

The Return of the Bird Lover

(Liv Morgan x Fem!Reader)

WN; Request, fluffy

The arena was roaring with energy, but there was an undeniable tension in the air as Liv Morgan lay defeated in the center of the ring, clutching the Women’s World Championship tightly to her chest. She’d managed to retain it, but barely; the match had left her completely drained. Rhea Ripley stood over her, eyes flashing with anger and determination. She hadn’t forgotten that Liv had taken the title she believed was rightfully hers. And tonight, it seemed, she intended to make Liv pay.

as Rhea reached down, preparing to unleash her rage, the lights dimmed, and a familiar entrance theme blared through the arena speakers. The crowd erupted, cheering louder than ever. Rhea stopped, glancing toward the ramp with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

You appeared at the top of the ramp, a fierce look of determination on your face as you sprinted toward the ring. After months off-screen due to a leg injury, you were back, and you weren’t about to let Rhea have her way with Liv.

Sliding into the ring, you positioned yourself protectively in front of Liv, raising your fists. Rhea sneered, unfazed, and the two of you squared off, meeting in the center of the ring in a flurry of punches and elbows. The crowd was on fire, every hit feeding the electric atmosphere. Rhea was as strong as ever, but you refused to back down, each punch fueled by the need to protect your partner.

Finally, after ducking one of Rhea’s strikes, you wrapped your arms around her and, with a surge of energy, delivered your signature suplex slam. The impact was enough to send Rhea rolling out of the ring, clutching her back, her glare filled with fury as she staggered up the ramp. She pointed at Liv, her voice echoing a silent promise for revenge— she would take back what she’d never lost, and she’d make Liv pay dearly for it.

As Rhea disappeared backstage, you turned to Liv, who was still sitting on the mat, clutching her championship with wide, tear-filled eyes. The moment she saw you, she scrambled to her feet and practically threw herself into your arms, hugging you so tightly it was as if she were afraid you might disappear again.

“Oh my God, you’re back!” Liv’s voice was filled with emotion as she buried her face in your shoulder, refusing to let go. “I thought… I thought you’d be out for so much longer.”

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around her. “There was no way I’d stay away any longer. Not when you needed me.”

Liv pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining with adoration. “I missed you so much,” she murmured, her hands still clutching at your shirt as if grounding herself. “Everything was so bad without you by my side.”

She rested her head on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to your cheek, lingering with each one. It was as if she was making up for every moment you’d been apart, her affection warm and clingy, unwilling to lose contact with you even for a second.

You smiled, rubbing gentle circles on her back. “I’m not going anywhere, Liv. We’re back, and we’ll face whatever comes together.”

Liv pulled back to look at you, her grip on your hand unwavering as she held the Women’s World Championship in her other arm. “Rhea will definitely not stop here.” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “She will take everything from me.”

You squeezed her hand reassuringly, determination hardening your gaze. “Shhh, it's okay. She can't hurt you anymore as long as I'm here.”

The crowd watched as you and Liv raised each other’s hands in victory, a united front against whatever lay ahead. Liv’s hold on your hand remained tight, her clingy affection serving as a reminder of how deeply she valued your presence. Together, you faced the crowd, your bond stronger than ever, ready to defend each other and that championship against anyone who dared to try.

At that moment, the rest of The Judgment Day arrived at ringside, showing their support for Liv. Finn Balor smirked, nudging Dominik’s arm and nodding toward the ring with a teasing grin. “You’re out of luck, Dom,” Finn said, clearly amused at the reunion he’d just witnessed. "Her girlfriend has come to reclaim her position."

Dominik sighed, rolling his eyes, but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his face as he watched Liv cling to you. Liv’s happiness was contagious, and the group’s dynamic felt stronger than ever with you back by her side. As The Judgment Day stood united, they knew Rhea would be back, but together, they were more than ready for whatever came next.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe x you #liv morgan #liv morgan x reader #rhea ripley #wwe liv morgan #liv morgan wwe

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Another movie other than Wolverine Origins (which is starting to become an underrated favorite of mine) and Deadpool and Wolverine where people would totally take advantage of Logan being ticklish is the X-Men from X-Men (2000). Jean, Rogue, and the other X-Men would definitely take advantage of tickling Logan, finding it hilarious that the tough Wolverine is so ticklish.

The OG X-men movie will always have a special place in my heart. 🥰 I can't believe that came out 25 years ago! 😭 But absolutely the other X-men would delight in partaking to tickle Logan to pieces!

He's so standoffish and tense around them all in the beginning, but eventually he starts to relax and realize that he's in a safe place.

Headcanons below the cut 👇

ROGUE:

I think one of the first to learn about Logan being ticklish would likely be Rogue. Her and Logan just have that close bond that makes Wolverine soften up and actually be vulnerable around her.

He'd probably tickle her sometimes to try to cheer her up if she needed it or just for fun as I imagine that with her mutation she probably enjoys sharing in any kind of physical affection that she can get. And that means she also likes giving it back!

At first Logan insists that he's not ticklish because of course that idea is just completely absurd, but eventually he can no longer evade all of her attempts. Once she is able to give his sides some good squeezes, he just can't hold in his giggles though he instinctively continues to try to play it off. She's determined to prove him wrong and tickles him even harder until he's laughing so much that there's no denying it anymore.

Despite his reluctance to show weakness Logan understands what it means to her and doesn't really fight it, even though he can barely handle it. He made a vow to take care of her and that includes her mental health. He'll let her tickle him until he's crying if it will make her happy, and a lot of times she'll do exactly that. She cares a lot about him too and knows that he's always in a better mood after she gets him laughing like that.

Sometimes she even manages to rope Bobby into helping her while Logan protests about the unfairness of two against one.

JEAN:

Jean obviously figures it out with him always being in the infirmary so she's constantly touching him which causes him to blurt out that it tickles (as seen in CANON towards the end of the movie ☝😁). Usually, he's pretty stripped down to nothing but a pair of pants, or sometimes even just his boxer shorts if he has any more serious injuries on his legs so he's very exposed during these exams.

Jean's touch is so gentle and light that Logan can't resist the urge to squirm when she's working around any of his really ticklish areas, like his stomach; his reactions charming her to no end. But being that this is the woman he's become infatuated with Logan naturally doesn't mind any of it one bit.

He even goes so far as to make provoking quips that result in many "accidental" tickles. Her "accidentally" probing that sensitive spot on his lower ribs a little too hard, or "accidentally" scratching her fingers along the bottom of his bare foot in passing, or Oh no! Is that a lump she feels under his arm?! Better check them both thoroughly to make sure!

If she's ever feeling particularly vindictive then Logan is in big trouble being that she possesses the ability of telekinesis. That means she can easily hold him down and really show him just how ticklish he is, and it doesn't take long before he's begging for mercy through hysterical laughter.

ORORO:

Storm is probably the gentlest of all with him. While everyone else likes to get him laughing pretty hard she tends to just give him little pokes here and there when she's trying to get him to smile. Logan genuinely enjoys her company as she just has an aura about her that makes him feel like he doesn't need to put on his tough guy front around her so much. (I personally MUCH prefer LoganxOroro over LoganxJean.)

Seeing him fully relaxed is not a common thing and Ororo does her best to help him out with that. An offer for a massage from her is always on the table and there are many times Logan will seek her out to request her talents. She is not limited on where she will massage him; back, neck, feet, anywhere really that he feels he could use it, and Logan is not shy about shedding any of his clothes.

Even though she is known to mix in some light tickling with it all this does not dissuade Logan one bit. He has never admitted it out loud, but he secretly finds the soft tickles to be relaxing. Ororo knows of course, seeing him giggle and squirm without any objection to what she is doing to him. Occasionally she'll throw in some playful teases if she wants to see him blush too, though that usually gets her some half-hearted growls.

FYI there is a super adorable t-fic with Logan and Ororo by @snugglyfluffle that you all should go read if you haven't already. 🥰

https://www.tumblr.com/snugglyfluffle/763570606365081600/purring-pup?source=share

SCOTT:

Logan and Scott are definitely not on the best of terms, especially with Logan sniffing around Jean so much. Logan likes to flex on him to show him just how tough he really is though Scott typically tries to be the bigger man and ignore it. Sometimes Logan just gets too much in his personal space though and when Scott puts his hands on Logan's stomach to push him away, he notices how Logan curls up a little and defensively puts his arms over the area.

Only later does Scott realize what that was about and now that he knows the tough guy is ticklish, he exploits that the first chance that Logan gives him an excuse to. Scott is the only person that Logan genuinely dislikes being tickled by since the only reason he does it is to try to humiliate him. He has to control himself to not stab Scott in anger because he knows that Jean would definitely not be happy about that.

Never wanting to give Scott the satisfaction of forcing him to laugh Logan does his best to hold it all in for as long as possible. Eventually when he does break, he takes the opportunity to boast about how much better Jean is at tickling him than Scott is. This pisses off Scott to no end and his tickling gets a lot rougher to the point of causing pain, which Logan is much more accustomed to dealing with. Despite the position he's in Logan always feels like he comes out the winner in those situations.

#ticklish!wolverine #ticklish!logan #ler!xmen #wolverine tickle #tickle headcanons

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