#this man can g e t this bred

[cybersp4c3]

Hi. Scara nsfw alphabet, this is surprisingly my first time doing this I think?? Crazy

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Scara just passes out immediately after sex but on the rare occasion he doesn’t, he’ll ask you for cuddles and kisses

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Scara loves his entire body!! He thinks he’s got the most fuckable body on earth and he’s right!! His favourite body part on readers would obviously be their massive dick, duh

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cum!! Scara will let you cum in him anytime, if you use a condom he’ll drink all the cum out of it! If he’s sucking you off make sure to cum down his throat! He’ll clean it all up for you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to be called princess, doll, dear, and he’ll even let you refer to him as a good girl!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s 500 years old, he’s an experienced whore.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves any position that allows him to get absolutely dicked down like mating press and full-Nelson! He loves how deep your dick can go into his pussy and how he feels like he’s being bred

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He takes sex very seriously, like a job. Though, you could do whatever you want during sex he’s far too mindbroken to insult you for not taking sex seriously

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s a doll!! He doesn’t have body hair so he’s very well groomed!! But he does like seeing you with body hair (especially your cock)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not intimate unless you’re his husband or boyfriend.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Scara’s clit and nipples are so sensitive, he touches himself to the thought of getting impregnated and filled to the brim by a stronger man! Sometimes he’ll cry because his fingers aren’t big enough to replicate dick so he’d use multiple dildos at once…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scara has a lot! Breeding, degrading (receiving, giving), praising (receiving), noncon, etc. he’s into anything as long as it’s not scat…

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere with you! Just take him whenever and wherever you want! He’s just your obedient little sex doll. But his favourites are the bedroom or anywhere in front of a crowd

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing your big dick gets him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s up for anything,,, he wouldn’t do anything with a woman though or if he has to top/dom. If you even mention that to him you’re never going to see the light of day again

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving oral (especially to massive monster cocks) he’s really experienced so he can deepthroat and make you cum in an instant. He also likes receiving every now and then, he loves how people eat out his little pussy

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Scara likes it fast and rough!!! No stopping at all! Just fuck him hard, fast, and rough until he passes out

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Back in the fatui, all he could do was quickies. He’d let his subordinates and fellow harbingers take him anytime during, before, or after a mission! But he didn’t want to get caught so it had to be quick!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll risk anything if it means he can get dicked down by you!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for a minimum of 20 rounds due to dottore’s tinkering…buttt hw can go for much longer if you want to

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has an entire collection of toys! Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, fuck machines, etc. anything you can think of, he has it!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease! If you want him to ride you, he’d tease you a little by rubbing his clit or ass on your cock for awhile before taking it…but he hates when you tease him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If he’s in the bedroom he won’t hold back any moans, if he’s out in public he’d try his best to be quiet

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Scara has spidey-sense for dick. He can tell your exact dick size just from seeing your bulge…

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Small but perky boobs, a small waist, some belly chub, wide hips, thick and plushy thighs, a fat ass, and ofc a plump pink pussy for you to destroy

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extremely high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how hard and rough the sex was

[gothghostiie]

I've had some deranged thoughts of being bred by Alejandro. Him growling and grunting in your ear about making you a mama. The dream ❤

GOD YES.

Alejandro is such a breeder and a family man so obviously his breeding kink is huge.

he just absolutely loves either putting you in mating press or ass up face down to make sure he can fuck his cum deep into you while whispering about how pretty of a mami you will be all nice and round

he tries e v e r y t h i n g to get you pregnant

he just absolutely loves seeing you pregnant, waddling around with you round belly

[oc-heaven]

Hunger

TW: Very dubious consent and slight breeding kink

Summary: Guts gives into the Beast of Darkness

"Damn it, it's getting late, we'll have to camp out here," Guts grumbled as he and Nori came to a stop. "I'll keep watch, you sleep, okay Nori?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Nori murmured as he stretched and yawned.

"Okay." The two built a fire before Nori laid down to sleep. Guts watched as Nori shuffled around a bit before stilling, his breathing evening out.

"He's so helpless right now." Guts stiffened as the shadows began to shift and take shape. "You could take him right now, breed him like a bitch." The beast said as it slinked forward.

"No…" 

"Why not? You know he'd like it. You know he'd forgive you." It continued as it turned to Nori, hovering over the sleeping man. "You've dreamt of him, to taste him the way the Hawk has." Guts clenched his fists.

"You're… you're wrong!" Guts glared at the beast. 

"Am I?" The beast lowered its head, opened its jaws, and positioned its head so that its jaws were around Nori's neck. "Taste his flesh, taste what the Hawk has tasted. Tear him to pieces and rebuild him in our image."

"No!" Guts lunged forward and grabbed Nori away from the monster. 

"Guts?" Nori looked up at him, confused and disoriented. "Is something wrong?"

"Make him yours, mark him, cum deep in his womb." 

"Guts?"

"I-I… Nori… I-I'm sorry..." Guts muttered as he pinned him down.

"Good, show him that he's yours, not the Hawk's." Guts glanced at the beast before sliding his hand under Nori's shirt and groping his breast. 

"E-eh?!" Nori looked up at Guts with wide eyes, but couldn't get more of a reaction out as Guts roughly kissed him. Nori gasped but didn't fight back. It made Guts feel better as he roughly pinched Nori's nipple.

"His body is made for us, see how he reacts?" The beast was right. Nori whined into Guts' mouth and arched his back as he continued to roughly grope him. "He could be perfect, we just need to push him in the right direction. Fuck him. Break his mind."

Nori's mind began to slightly clear, enough for him to register that something was wrong with Guts. A spirit must be possessing him. That thought sparked fear in Nori. Was he going to die? With that thought and a silent apology, Nori bit Guts' tongue.

Guts jerked away with a sharp cry of pain. Nori tried to scramble away but Guts, without thinking, grabbed his ankle and yanked him back towards him. 

"Face down ass up. Then breed him." Guts' eyes widened at this. "Use him! He's meant to be bred! Use him the way he's meant to be!" Guts yanked Nori's pants down. He swallowed hard at the sight of Nori's glistening cunt. “Taste him, take what’s yours.” Nori squirmed as Guts spread his lower lips.

“G-Guts, wh-what are-” Nori gasped as Guts licked the length of his cunt. He wasn’t sure how this would end, but he hoped that it would only be Guts fucking him, or rather, whatever was possessing Guts. Nori jolted when his tongue slipped into his hole.

Guts gripped Nori’s thighs as he pushed his tongue as far as it could reach, groaning whenever Nori clenched around him, but he was getting impatient. Guts’ cock was throbbing in his pants. He roughly pulled his pants down freeing his cock, before getting up and lining it up with Nori’s dripping cunt.

“T-too big! It’s too big!” Nori tried to shake his head as he felt the blunt head of Guts’ cock against his entrance.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit, you can take it,” Guts growled as he thrust in without warning. “Fuck! You’re tight. No wonder he liked you so much.” He set a rough pace, pinning Nori down by planting his hand firmly on Nori’s upper back. Somewhere, deep down, Guts felt bad for causing Nori pain.

"Ngh, Guts," Nori whimpered as the pain began to fade to pleasure. He felt so full. Guts was the biggest he’d ever taken, and at first, Nori was convinced he was going to split. 

"Hear that? He likes it, his body knows it's meant to submit to you!” Nori had started to rock his hips to meet Guts’ thrusts. “The Hawk took him like this…” Anger bubbled in Guts’ chest.

“Say my name louder!” Guts snarled as he somehow got rougher. He didn’t want to think of how Nori had taken Griffith’s cock.

“Guts! F-fuck!” Tears spilled out of Nori’s eyes as he grabbed at the ground, it felt good, but he was still afraid. Afraid for himself and Guts.

“He’s like a songbird,” The beast snickered. “Though, the Hawk has left his mark on this one as well as that woman… No matter, leaving your own mark will be easy.”

“Gonna cum in you, and you’re gonna take it all, yeah?” Nori froze. 

“He still thinks he belongs to the Hawk… erase the thought of him from his mind!” If he were more rational at the moment Guts would’ve realized that the beast was wrong, but in the moment the thought of Nori belonging to Griffith had Guts’ blood boiling.

“I can feel you milking my cock. I know you want it,” Guts snapped, pulling out and forcing Nori onto his back before pushing his knees to his shoulders and driving his cock into him. “Good, take it!” Guts rumbled as Nori’s walls fluttered around his cock with each hit at his sweet spot.

“H-hah, Guts, f-fuck… ‘m close!”

“Go ahead and cum on my cock! Show me how much you like it when I fuck you like this!” Guts pushed himself to fuck Nori harder. He could feel he was close too as Nori came with a shout, his body shaking underneath Guts.

“He wants this! He wants you to mark him!” The beast chanted as Guts pressed himself into Nori’s cunt and came. “Let’s hope it takes.” The beast’s voice was sincere.

“Shit…” Guts froze and as he looked down at his cum leaking out of Nori the gravity of what he had done flooded in. “Nori, are you okay?” Guts shakily pulled him into his chest.

“I-I… I’m fine… a-are you okay?” Nori looked up at Guts, searching his face for an answer. 

“Yeah,” Guts felt sick, he could tell Nori thought an evil spirit had possessed him, but he had given in to his own desires. “I, um, I’ll clean you up…”

“Thank you.” Nori couldn’t know Guts decided then and there. It was best for him, he didn’t want Nori to know another person he trusted betrayed him.

[themculibrary]

Clint And Natasha (Clintasha) Masterlist 4

Links Last Checked: June 5th, 2024

part one, part two, part three

And to hide that would be so dishonest (ao3) - Secret Identity (magnetgirl) T, 7k

Summary: On SHIELD orders, Clint and Natasha attend a four day couples retreat at a winery for the holidays. They find more than they expected.

Baby Don't You Want To Go (ao3) - Saelind T, 5k

Summary: Natasha does not like Chicago. But Chicago helps her, in so many small ways, to understand Clint Barton.

Back to You (ao3) - chezamanda T, 531

Summary: After all is said and done, Natasha knows who she can turn to.

burnt toast sunday (ao3) - ashlearose13 M, 16k

Summary: Clint tattoos people for a living, but he wouldn't be able to put up with all of the infinity symbols if it weren't for coffee. Specifically, coffee made by Natasha Romanov. The girl he has a real life, big-boy crush on.

or, the tattoo shop/coffee shop/plant??/ballet mega-au that no one asked for.

Dear Natasha (fanfiction.net) - javct T, 3k

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Natasha is left in a coma and Clint writes letters to her; in hope that she can hear. "Dear Natasha..."

Grumpy Coffee Kitten (ao3) - rebelmeg harley/shuri, mj/peter, bucky/darcy, clint/natasha T, 26k

Summary: When Clint Barton, the owner of Bean There, Brew That, takes off on an extended vacation, he leaves his coffee shop in the hands of his trusted sidekick, Darcy Lewis. Darcy is not prepared for this, but that’s not going to stop her from keeping the shop going, keeping her sassy baristas in line, and maybe getting a tiny bit smitten with the new regular that started showing up, looking like a sleepy assassin and cooing at his coffee.

Bucky Barnes is a former soldier trying to deal with the effects of PTSD, at the encouragement of his best friend and not-actually-a-therapist Sam Wilson. It might have been sort of an accident the first time he steps into Bean There, Brew That, but it’s a first step in a really good direction. He likes the coffee shop, he likes the people that run it, and he definitely likes the sugar-soaked monstrosities that they make for him on a daily basis.

What could possibly go wrong with putting a recovering veteran in the hands of a bunch of sarcastic baristas with access to legally addictive stimulants? The answer is… not much, actually.

In the Red (ao3) - enigmaticblue T, 2k

Summary: Natasha has a lot of blood on her hands, but she hates the feeling.

Iridescent (ao3) - kibbledor T, 6k

Summary: Natasha has been terrified six times in her life, and she runs it like a cycle in her mind to remind herself that she has always seen worse. When Clint falls into a coma, however, she thinks perhaps she hasn’t known terror at all.

Keep Her In the Air (When She Ought to Fall Down) (ao3) - Telaryn E, 8k

Summary: Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff were born - and in Natasha's case bred - to serve the Alliance. No one cared when they began sleeping together; under Alliance law an Operative like Natasha could take as many sexual partners as she liked so long as it didn't interfere with her duties.

A baby would interfere. As would the very deep and very illegal feelings growing between the Operative and her favorite sniper.

Now married and on the run for a new life on the Rim, with a baby due literally any moment, Clint and Natasha cross paths with the crew of Serenity.

like a clock in a thunderstorm (ao3) - shellybelle E, 3k

Summary: Natasha is a quiet mind raised in silence, Clint a whirlwind raised in chaos. In the early days of their partnership they are drowning under the weight of unanswered questions, and when the heavens open, Natasha breaks, and Clint is a good man after all.

Observing and Listening (ao3) - execution_empress G, 1k

Summary: Tony notices something about two certain master assassins and Bruce joins in observing.

Of Languages (ao3) - QueenRiley N/R, 8k

Summary: After a life spent immersed in secrets, it was difficult to let go and learn to live without them.

Our Last Days (ao3) - enigma731 G, 1k

Summary: The property looks mostly abandoned, the fields barren, save for occasional patches of lanky corn stalks, growing rebelliously toward the sky. A few yards away to her right is the skeleton of a rusted-out car, like a sun-bleached skull in the desert. But there’s something about the house--faded white, with a dramatically sloped roof and a long porch--that resonates in Natasha's bones, that undeniably belongs to Clint.

Or, the obligatory 'Clint has a farm' fic.

Say Anything (Else) (ao3) - enigma731 T, 5k

Summary: "I got married." Clint glances down at the ring on his hand, the exaggerated nonchalance of the movement telling Natasha that his surprise is feigned. He’s been waiting for her to ask. "Her name is Bobbi, and I'm pretty sure she's the smartest woman I've ever met."

“So you met her three weeks ago,” Natasha says slowly, trying to put the pieces together in her mind, “and you fell in love and you married her in that time, while also working a S.H.I.E.L.D. op?” She can’t quite keep the skepticism out of her voice.

In which Clint is a car crash, and Natasha learns what it means to be a supportive partner.

Snippets of Life - Fantom Of The Fiction T, 8k

Summary: You know, Nat has naturally red hair. She likes to lay in bed on rainy mornings. She has this spot on the back of her neck she likes me to rub. You know, Clint’s hands may look hard and tired, but I have only ever known them as soft and warm. And he seems to like to fall asleep on his stomach. And he has this ridiculous habit of stopping for coffee everywhere we go. Major fluff.

The Company You Keep (ao3) - geckoholic E, 8k

Summary: The first time doesn't really count for either of them. They don't glorify it in hindsight or put more into it than what it was: playing with fire, slowly dragging your hand over a flame you know could burn you alive.

Clint and Natasha get to know each other in the biblical sense the first time they meet and don’t catch feelings until later.

The Last Great Border Town Hotel (ao3) - ignipes T, 4k

Summary: Natasha has a lot of weapons in her arsenal. Trust hasn't always been one of them.

the world's a little blurry (without you) (ao3) - DeltaLaurier T, 3k

Summary: Natasha falls into a coma, and the team (but mostly Clint) copes by writing letters to her.

what a wicked game to play (to make me feel this way) (ao3) - taylorswift M, 60k

Summary: After you win the Games, you lose.

OR

the hunger games au.

with your finger on the world (ao3) - ashen_key T, 4k

Summary: "We use their own weapons against them,” you say. “Humans are very good at killing each other, particularly from a distance. It'd be a shame not use the capability after they've so helpfully provided it, don't you think?”

Loki grins, the expression as bright and blinding as new snow. “I like the way you think, Agent Romanoff.”

OR: Natasha has a specific skill set; Loki heartwashes her at the New Mexico research centre, and events turn out very differently.

[sir-nori-the-mild]

Hunger Part 1

Guts x Nori

Tw: dub con bordering on non con, breeding kink, and references to pregnancy for a trans man

"Damn it, it's getting late, we'll have to camp out here," Guts grumbled as he and Nori came to a stop. "I'll keep watch, you sleep, okay Nori?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Nori murmured as he stretched and yawned.

"Okay." The two built a fire before Nori laid down to sleep. Guts watched as Nori shuffled around a bit before stilling, his breathing evening out.

"He's so helpless right now." Guts stiffened as the shadows began to shift and take shape. "You could take him right now, breed him like a bitch." The beast said as it slinked forward.

"No…" 

"Why not? You know he'd like it. You know he'd forgive you." It continued as it turned to Nori, hovering over the sleeping man. "You've dreamt of him, to taste him the way the Hawk has." Guts clenched his fists.

"You're… you're wrong!" Guts glared at the beast. 

"Am I?" The beast lowered its head, opened its jaws, and positioned its head so that its jaws were around Nori's neck. "Taste his flesh, taste what the Hawk has tasted. Tear him to pieces and rebuild him in our image."

"No!" Guts lunged forward and grabbed Nori away from the monster. 

"Guts?" Nori looked up at him, confused and disoriented. "Is something wrong?"

"Make him yours, mark him, cum deep in his womb." 

"Guts?"

"I-I… Nori… I-I'm sorry..." Guts muttered as he pinned him down.

"Good, show him that he's yours, not the Hawk's." Guts glanced at the beast before sliding his hand under Nori's shirt and groping his breast. 

"E-eh?!" Nori looked up at Guts with wide eyes, but couldn't get more of a reaction out as Guts roughly kissed him. Nori gasped but didn't fight back. It made Guts feel better as he roughly pinched Nori's nipple.

"His body is made for us, see how he reacts?" The beast was right. Nori whined into Guts' mouth and arched his back as he continued to roughly grope him. "He could be perfect, we just need to push him in the right direction. Fuck him. Break his mind."

Nori's mind began to slightly clear, enough for him to register that something was wrong with Guts. A spirit must be possessing him. That thought sparked fear in Nori. Was he going to die? With that thought and a silent apology, Nori bit Guts' tongue.

Guts jerked away with a sharp cry of pain. Nori tried to scramble away but Guts, without thinking, grabbed his ankle and yanked him back towards him. 

"Face down ass up. Then breed him." Guts' eyes widened at this. "Use him! He's meant to be bred! Use him the way he's meant to be!" Guts yanked Nori's pants down. He swallowed hard at the sight of Nori's glistening cunt. “Taste him, take what’s yours.” Nori squirmed as Guts spread his lower lips.

“G-Guts, wh-what are-” Nori gasped as Guts licked the length of his cunt. He wasn’t sure how this would end, but he hoped that it would only be Guts fucking him, or rather, whatever was possessing Guts. Nori jolted when his tongue slipped into his hole.

Guts gripped Nori’s thighs as he pushed his tongue as far as it could reach, groaning whenever Nori clenched around him, but he was getting impatient. Guts’ cock was throbbing in his pants. He roughly pulled his pants down freeing his cock, before getting up and lining it up with Nori’s dripping cunt.

“T-too big! It’s too big!” Nori tried to shake his head as he felt the blunt head of Guts’ cock against his entrance.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit, you can take it,” Guts growled as he thrust in without warning. “Fuck! You’re tight. No wonder he liked you so much.” He set a rough pace, pinning Nori down by planting his hand firmly on Nori’s upper back. Somewhere, deep down, Guts felt bad for causing Nori pain.

"Ngh, Guts," Nori whimpered as the pain began to fade to pleasure. He felt so full. Guts was the biggest he’d ever taken, and at first, Nori was convinced he was going to split. 

"Hear that? He likes it, his body knows it's meant to submit to you!” Nori had started to rock his hips to meet Guts’ thrusts. “The Hawk took him like this…” Anger bubbled in Guts’ chest.

“Say my name louder!” Guts snarled as he somehow got rougher. He didn’t want to think of how Nori had taken Griffith’s cock.

“Guts! F-fuck!” Tears spilled out of Nori’s eyes as he grabbed at the ground, it felt good, but he was still afraid. Afraid for himself and Guts.

“He’s like a songbird,” The beast snickered. “Though, the Hawk has left his mark on this one as well as that woman… No matter, leaving your own mark will be easy.”

“Gonna cum in you, and you’re gonna take it all, yeah?” Nori froze. 

“He still thinks he belongs to the Hawk… erase the thought of him from his mind!” If he were more rational at the moment Guts would’ve realized that the beast was wrong, but in the moment the thought of Nori belonging to Griffith had Guts’ blood boiling.

“I can feel you milking my cock. I know you want it,” Guts snapped, pulling out and forcing Nori onto his back before pushing his knees to his shoulders and driving his cock into him. “Good, take it!” Guts rumbled as Nori’s walls fluttered around his cock with each hit at his sweet spot.

“H-hah, Guts, f-fuck… ‘m close!”

“Go ahead and cum on my cock! Show me how much you like it when I fuck you like this!” Guts pushed himself to fuck Nori harder. He could feel he was close too as Nori came with a shout, his body shaking underneath Guts.

“He wants this! He wants you to mark him!” The beast chanted as Guts pressed himself into Nori’s cunt and came. “Let’s hope it takes.” The beast’s voice was sincere.

“Shit…” Guts froze and as he looked down at his cum leaking out of Nori the gravity of what he had done flooded in. “Nori, are you okay?” Guts shakily pulled him into his chest.

“I-I… I’m fine… a-are you okay?” Nori looked up at Guts, searching his face for an answer. 

“Yeah,” Guts felt sick, he could tell Nori thought an evil spirit had possessed him, but he had given in to his own desires. “I, um, I’ll clean you up…”

“Thank you.” Nori couldn’t know Guts decided then and there. It was best for him, Guts didn’t want him to know another person he trusted betrayed him.

[strywoven]

SOMETHING IN THE BLOOD ⸺ And it is blood which is the thread which sustains , the very root of near-all creation ( for a soul , too , does bleed ) .  And Kaëltyr itself is no stranger to its power , to its merit and magic.  After all , it is its own essence which makes veins through many things and creatures ( or so the legends may say ; a blighted bane which runs thick & true throughout all , bred as deep as the first dawn which cast light unto man ) .  But blood … Is not the w h o l e of it.  And likewise , a heart is little to nothing without the body nor the spirit to make real something which lives , breathes and inevitably dies within the eternal consequence of existence.  Kaëltyr can sense this not-child’s understanding of the grander reality is … LACKING , perhaps caught up in the mind it has been bonded to.

It could teach him , it could help him LEARN , it could ⸺ !  No.  Once more the conflict must rest ; this is not its child and there shall be no sense in deeming him so ( though it may like to ) .

❝ So I see , ❞ Kaëltyr replies , tones low and lilted.  It wants to press , to further express that there is m o r e to the point.  Inevitably , it refrains , allowing the halfling to demonstrate his aptitude - a blood manipulation technique - which again intrigues the great entity ( been some while since someone with such ability crossed my path … i wonder … ) .  The revelation is not as well received by the Wisps , who collectively react in c l a m o u r , the various hues of gentle light transitioning to A FRENZIED RED , casting the once-peaceful knoll in GARRISH CRIMSON GLEAM , each and every sprite flickering erratically in response to his brief moment of power with what might only be a great u p s e t .  The Immaculate raises its head , observing the commotion before raising its voice , ❝ Ackt !  Bi sàmhach ! ❞  All falls to STILL & SOBRIETY once again , the realm recoiling from the beast’s reprimand.  The Wisps , although quieted , remain tinted r e d .

One large hand of many reaches out to grasp Choso’s own , utterly d w a r f i n g it.  Contact sends a flush of the god-curse's energy through him , coaxing his to return , encouraging him to demonstrate again.  Another hand lifts , claw-tip of thumb digging deep into pointer ‘til hardened pelt-flesh relents and rends , spilling the Immaculate’s ichor ( the accursed boon-blood , burning-bright & blighted ) ; a slow , lazily dribbling rivulet of all too vibrant aureate essence.  ❝ Show me again. ❞  Not a request.  It holds its hand still , extended towards the boy and wound exposed , refraining from recovery in OFFERING .  ❝ You’ll maybe pardon the curiosity , m’wee bairn , it’s been a while since I’ve seen someone with such a technique. ❞

A memory stirred. A mother's hand upon the back of the former child's head to get him to bow to the village elders. Politeness and custom engrained from a very young age even when the child barely knew how to write his name in hiragana. It he did not feel compelled to follow Japanese custom which memory prodded him, perhaps too raptured by the fact this was not the kind of creature one bowed their heard toward. It was no human. His age was only what of several days, the body he had taken over only a handful of years, yet he was formulating opinions of his own, such a capacity embedded into his genetic makeup. Like an aged owl with judgmental eyes, Chōsō blinked slowly as he process words which were transferred through the mind instead with the use of mouth. Using the memories he stole, he vaguely knew that names carried power. Legends had proper names, at least those humans themselves created, and the legends that were feared were referred to by various pseudo-names to avoid the notion of superstition.

The human child's mind harbored more fear than any other emotion. He understood it because he had no other choice, yet he could not relate to the feeling of trembling lips and quaking limbs. Perhaps it was because he held no fear of death, he could not imagine why anyone would be filled with fear in the presence of the unknown creature. Chōsō knew the child's name, the name of the child's mother, the village elder's family name, the neighboring uncle's family name, thus he did not know what to call it if not provided with a name. Shika was the sole thing which appeared in mind. It lacked in originality, but he and the body he stole were just children after all. He did not utter his thought and waited for the unknown creature to continue speaking. He continually experienced puzzlement, but did not demonstrate it in his expression.

The glowing lights which were suddenly birthed from the trees were different than the other flying creatures he had seen in his travels, and they held a language of their own; one he could not comprehend. The onyx stripe across cheekbones and the bridge of his nose almost took a scarlet glow as the bioluminescent bugs continued their fluttering and chattering. His little head swiveled around as he took the sight of in, but he did not reach for them. He did not know them. There were a lot of things about his anatomy which he did not know about it as he simply did not feel it. His body felt no grogginess, his lungs felt no need to expand and deflate, but the heart... he had it, and he had plentiful of blood. He was connected to blood unlike any other creature. If he concentrated enough, he could feel the actual shape of red blood cells and the speech at which they circulated throughout his body. And, of course, he knew the word blood. Again what people feared ( blood & death ), he felt no such strange emotion. Blood was life and power.

❛ . . . I have that. Blood and a heart. I feel them. ❜

Chōsō extended a chubby pointer finger, inserted it inside his mouth, and bit until the skin ruptured. Blood beaded bright and shimmering under the light of luminescent creatures. Ebony eyes were fixated on his bleeding digit as cursed energy surged. For him, it was as soothing as fog over the forest canopy at daybreak, but the cursed energy flowed with the strength of a sea at war. Power peaked as the thin steam of blood formed independent droplets that took the air. Hovering with immense potential, yet . . he called back the potential energy until the blood returned to his body and the tiny wound was healed over. Bored eyes returned to the large and comforting creature's face. Like that.

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'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 4: Piercings

Worship at the altar of your corruption.

More Murdock, more dick suckin. I don't know lmao, I was feeling soft so we're gonna give some body worship, as a treat.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

GN!Reader (GN!pronouns, Reader does have a vagina. Pussy snuck in unintentionally, help)

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x GN!Reader

Warnings: body worship (reader giving), blowjob, piercings, talk of breeding kink/risky sex.

Word Count: 2700

Murdock has piercings.

You learned about the tongue piercing soon after meeting him; the shiny metal bauble distracted you more than you expected when his tongue quested outwards across his lips to collect errant ketchup from his food.

You learned about the nipple piercings the first time you saw him without a shirt; he’d gotten motor oil all over one of his favorite shirts while working on his car. The sight of the man stalking up the apartment stairs while swearing under his breath and dragging the cloth over his head was ingrained into your mind even today.

You learned about the dick piercings during your first instance of being intimate together. The curved barbell of his Prince Albert had glimmered up at you like a sinful little hood ornament, coupled with the lorum at the base of his shaft. When you looked back up at Murdock with uncertainty, he’d disengaged long enough to remove them both, along with the tongue ring.

You’d clarified afterward that you didn’t want to hurt him somehow, given your unfamiliarity with them. While he was touched at that, any assurances on his end have always been met with your resistance on the subject. So, he takes them out when he knows you’re going to fuck, or he intends to initiate something.

Unlike today.

Suffice it to say, he’d fucked you absolutely senseless the night before, to the point that you were walking funny today. Murdock doesn’t expect to have your interest in intimate activities start up again for at least another day, so you know he has his gear installed again.

For some reason, you’ve been thinking about it. You’ve been thinking about him; his handsome face and that black hair your love to play with, those mesmerizingly dark eyes, his body, his physique- that strength, those hands and that fat fucking cock of his-

And his piercings.

You’ve been trying to get work done for the last 3 hours, but your mind keeps jumping back to him. It’s honestly starting to piss you off, but you can’t do anything about it but stew. He’s working on Carmilla right now, and you don’t want to interrupt him, even though you do.

Damn it.

After resolving that you’re not going to get anything meaningful done today, you decide to head into the kitchen and make something to eat for lunch. Though, as you turn the corner into the living area, you spy the frustration himself sitting on the couch, blissfully unaware of your plight.

When he notices your presence, the Killer smiles your smile and motions with his head to the kitchen. “Just the sweet little thing I was thinking about. If you’re hungry, there are leftovers from yesterday I’m warming in the oven.”

You nod absentmindedly, taking in that tight sweater that hugs his form and trying to suppress the urge to run your hands down his chest. “I thought you were working on Carmilla?”

His expression sours then, shaking his head and waving a hand in the general direction of his workshop. “She’s not being very cooperative today. I’ve had to order a part online because the damn carburetor is acting up again and-”

You stop paying attention as he devolves into a ramble about the criminality of part prices, instead focusing on his chest. Those thoughts are coming back again and it’s almost impossible to ignore them now with him in front of you. That bauble on his tongue glimmers teasingly as he speaks, and you find yourself wanting to kiss him, to feel it against you. Faint indentations around his nipples tell you all you need to know about those, and you’d just have to find out about his cock.

You want to find out.

“- Sweetheart?”

“Huh?” You blink dumbly and look back up at him, feeling like you’ve been caught with your pants down. Murdock regards you with more than a bit of concern, having shifted forward on the couch as if to stand.

“Are you alright?” he questions, poised to jump up off the couch. “You’ve been giving me this 1000-yard stare for the last minute and it’s got me worried.”

… Oh. Well, now you feel bad for worrying him. Yet, instead of apologizing and playing it off as your ditzy little brain again, your desire decides to steal your tongue and answer for you.

“... Do I tell you often that you’re fucking gorgeous?” you ask in a tone a lot softer than you expect, stepping toward him.

Murdock blinks, brows shooting up in surprise and confusion. Well, that’s not where he thought this was going. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before replying. “Well, yes, but you tend to speak with your body more than your mouth when it comes to that-”

"Because you are,” you interrupt him, much to his continued surprise, the man leaning back as you approach him, “you are absolutely stunning and I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.” You glower at him in a strange way, hands flexing at your sides while he just keeps looking at you. “I’m in there trying to work on projects yet all I can think about is you and your fucking piercings and the fact that I want my mouth on them.” 

Well.

Murdock’s surprise bleeds into a smug, preening satisfaction as he looks you up and down. There’s a subtle shift in the way he holds himself, chin lifting slightly and squaring his shoulders. You can almost hear the gears turning in his head, but right now you’re not going to give him the chance to turn this into something else.

Not before you can turn it into what you want.

You cross the room before he can open his mouth, shoving him back against the couch and climbing into his lap. When he tries to speak, you grind down onto his crotch and yep, there it is, just barely brushing against you. Good. You didn’t want to have to ask him to put it in.

The man almost seems out of his element, groaning softly and sliding his hands over your ass as he seeks out that friction again. “Sweet thing- Sir isn’t complaining, but-”

“Shh, don't-” you gently shush him with a hand over his mouth, eyes flickering over his face. “I’ve got more to say… a lot more.” Both hands are on his face, gently brushing over his jaw and up to pull his shades off. “Just, bare with me, please?”

He blinks, those intense eyes studying you with a new kind of curiosity before he nods wordlessly, still grinding gently up into you. With his okay, you finally lean in and kiss him, tongue grazing against his lips as if to ask for permission. Murdock easily lets you in, tongues mingling, his hands sliding up your back while your thumbs smooth over the apples of his cheeks. It’s a different kind of kiss, more exploratory, probing the slick muscle and investigating the metal intrusion that spears it.

You gently suck his tongue into your mouth, lightly biting on the barbell before allowing him to retreat and tugging on his lower lip instead. “I want to feel that someplace else later.” The way he groans into your mouth is all the answer you need to that.

Your lips deviate to his jaw next, meandering kisses along the thick stubble and up to his ear. “You have no right to be as handsome as you are. I don’t know how the hell you keep from giving me beard burn with this.”

He snorts softly and at this angle, you can see the blush starting to spread over his cheeks. Good. You kiss up along his brow, hyperaware of how his lashes flutter against your skin. “I could get lost in your eyes. They are so fucking intense sometimes, it feels like you’re trying to devour me with them.” True to word, when you look into them again, his pupils are wide, observing you with such a gentle intensity that it makes your breath catch.

Your fingers curl into his hair next, gently tugging at the black locks. His nostrils flare, pupils blowing out further. You grind down particularly harshly this time. “Sometimes I swear that your hair is better than mine, and that’s not fair.” He snorts. You tug lightly in a warning. 

Your hands begin to wander south now, over his shoulders and down his arms, fingers sneaking up under his shirt. The kisses your plant follow suit, and he’s helping you tug the article over his head before you even have to ask.

When his bare chest is revealed to you, your fingers and lips immediately wander to the scars indented into the skin. A starburst bullet here, a stab wound there; Murdock wasn’t always good at what he does, and the roadmap that is his learning experience makes your heart ache.

It shouldn’t. Despite the kinds of people he hunts, he’s still no better than they are. You’d made peace with your morals going askew a while ago.

"You are so strong-” you murmur against his collarbone, hands sliding down his arms again. “People spend years trying to attain this. And it isn’t even a bodybuilder’s physique as much as it’s trained. It’s…” You trail off, fingers trailing over his rib cage, catching the scar that meanders down his right side- one of his first. “... It’s discipline. It’s power. It…”

It’s the body of a monster who hunts other monsters. Your monster.

Your tongue grazes over the nipple closest to you and he jumps, groaning softly. You take the nub into your mouth, lightly tugging on the barbell with your teeth and soothing any irritation with gentle strokes of your tongue. His fingers find their way into your hair this time, making you grin against his flesh before switching sides and teasing the abandoned nipple with your thumb.

Your kisses trail down further as you slide out of his lap and into the floor, crouching before the now obvious tent in his pants. He’s blushing profusely now, looking down at you with such soft, possessive desire and ownership that your heart gets caught in your throat.

Instead of focusing on his cock, which is very obviously leaking and staining the material taught over his tip, you gently take his hands in yours. Your lips brush over each knuckle and down every digit, into his palms, and you just hold them against your face for a moment.

“These hands… what these hands do… how these hands make me feel…” you trail off and instead bring them down to your throat, curling his fingers around your neck and holding them there.

Here, crouched at his feet with his hands clasped around your neck, you are at his mercy. Yet, you look up at him with such trust, such devotion, that the man can’t handle being still anymore. Murdock crashes his mouth against yours, kissing you with such breath-taking need that it makes you feel lightheaded. Or could that be because he’s squeezing a little?

"You sweet little creature…” he mutters against your lips as he pulls back, gently petting your face, fingers running through your hair affectionately.

You lean into the touch eagerly but gently push back on his stomach again to give you the access you need. “I’m not done, Sir. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

He relents, leaning back again and spreading his legs further while helping you ease his cock out of his pants. It stands erect, thick, cockhead glistening with pre and that interesting little barbell you’ve had your mind on all day.

Gently taking him in hand and stroking slowly, you drag your tongue flat against his frenulum and that metal, wrapping your lips around him and sucking softly while making wanton little noises. The taste of his cum is something you’ve become addicted to. With your free hand, you gently massage his balls, content to shower him with this gentle attention.

Murdock groans, rolling his hips up into your mouth while threading his fingers through your hair once more. You pull off so you can spread that wetness down his shaft, leaning your cheek on his thigh. “God, your fucking cock-”

You stroke faster, moving down to gently suck on his balls for a few seconds. “I didn’t think it would fit the first time. I still don’t know how it fucking fits, but god-” You whine, nuzzling his leg, tempted to bite his thigh. “It’s so fucking big, and it fills me so perfectly- Sir has no idea how badly I want to sit on it all day.”

Murdock grunts and you feel his cock twitch in your hand, which only prompts you to dart back up and take his cockhead again to eagerly lap up the pre you’ve earned. Your hand speeds up and you start to bob your head properly now, not trying to deepthroat so much as just stimulate him. You want his cum.

With your hand moving ever faster, you pull off again to speak, looking up at him with those soft, needy doe eyes. “And when I get Sir's cum? When I get his hot, fertile cum deep inside me, where it belongs-” Your eyes flutter shut while an undignified noise gets caught in your throat. His hips jerk up into your hand, now, groaning openly. “When he keeps me on his cock to hold it inside, to let it take- It’s not safe, not safe, but I need it. I fuckin-”

You whine and take him into your mouth for what will end up being the final time, sucking harshly while you bob your head, eyes rolling when you feel him hit the back of your throat. All this praise and attention has him more sensitive than he’d like, and your words certainly aren’t helping matters. One hand fists the couch cushion while the other holds your head, thrusting up into your mouth now, chasing that high.

“If you keep talking like that with that filthy little mouth of yours, you’ll be getting more than a mouthful of me, pliant little thing.”

You squeal excitedly around his cock, making him swear loudly, moving faster and squeezing his balls again. Your other hand moves up his stomach, pawing pleadingly at his abs.

When you pull off for the final time, he’s practically fucking into your fist while holding your gaze. You melt, arousal building in your gut. “Please, Sir?” you beg sweetly, fluttering those doe eyes at him again. “Please give me your cum? I promise I’ll swallow it all like a good girl.”

He groans, head falling back against the couch, fucking your hand even faster. “Fuck, little fawn, you’ve always been good for me- always- I-”

Murdock suddenly stiffens up, back arching while his hips stutter, and you barely get your mouth around his cockhead before that first spurt of warm cum hits the back of your mouth. You moan around his dick, tongue brushing the piercing intentionally with every twitch, massaging his balls to encourage as much cum out as you can.

Your Killer curls over you at some point, hands in your hair and squirming when your treatment enters the realm of mild overstimulation. Quid pro quo, no? 

After a little bit, you ease off his softening cock with a wet pop, smiling dreamily up at the man and opening your mouth without his prompting to show your prize. “God, Sweetheart-” He sighs and you swallow with a pleased hum, to which he curses breathlessly.

The sight of him flustered and spent like that is something you know you won’t get to see often, so you commit to memory as he drags you up out of the floor to kiss you stupid.

Yeah. It turns out, you like his hardware after all. 

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Fri[day] 30 September 1836

7 1/2

12 20/..

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No kiss finish morn[in]g (the flags wet) and F[ahrenheit] 48° at 8 1/2 - out 1/4 hour - then w[i]th my a[un]t – rath[e]r bet[ter] – h[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d – the din[ner] bell hung

this morn[in]g - 3 masons beg[a]n the hall-cellar arch, and Booth help[in]g aft[er]w[ar]ds for 2 or 3 h[ou]rs - the arch

cov[ere]d in tonight bef[ore] they left off – Ingh[a]m and his man and boy at the dry-arch level[in]g and Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and

his man Jos[e]ph gett[in]g up gard[e]n wall foot[in]gs and Rob[er]t Mann + 3 at the meer-head Spiggs wat[e]r

drain all the ab[ov]e (exc[ept] the masons) driv[e]n ho[me] by the r[ai]n immed[iatel]y aft[e]r din[ner] – br[ea]kf[as]t at 9 1/4 –

A-  [Ann] d[i]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch – h[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d ag[ai]n had ask[e]d h[i]m to wait till I wr[ote] my let[ter] (to Mar[ia]n in 1/4 h[ou]r

till 10 1/4) - and he st[ai]d till 11 1/2  plann[in]g stair-case wind[ow] – measur[in]g for it and gett[in]g hole made in the

wall – ga[ve] h[i]m 6d. to gi[ve] the guard of the mail as he pass[e]d the Lodge ab[ou]t 12, to ta[ke] ca[re]

to put my let[ter] int[o] the post at York - to ‘Miss Marian Lister Market Weighton’ - ‘Shibden hall

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1836

Sept[embe]r

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‘Fri[day] 30 Sept[embe]r 1836 - My d[ea]r Mar[ia]n - my a[un]t h[a]s g[o]t ov[e]r the night bet[ter] than we expect[e]d, b[u]t it does n[o]t seem

‘prob[able] that she can contin[ue] many days - she sp[ea]ks w[i]th diffic[ult]y, does n[o]t ta[ke] m[u]ch not[i]ce of anybod[y], and

‘app[ea]rs anx[iou]s to be as lit[tle] disturb[e]d as possi[ble] – w[i]th reg[ar]d to your com[in]g ov[e]r (we can accomm[oda]te your maid) I think

‘you qui[te] at lib[ert]y to consult your own feel[in]gs - I see no necess[it]y to compel, no duty to induce, no

‘comf[or]t to recompense your com[in]g - my a[un]t m[i]ght, or m[i]ght n[o]t be ab[le] to ta[ke] not[i]ce of your being w[i]th h[e]r –

‘I do n[o]t attach m[u]ch import[an]ce to any rem[ar]ks that may, or can be made by persons qu[ite] unac-

‘-quaint[e]d w[i]th the partic[ula]r circumst[an]ces of the case - It is diffic[ul]t for me to gi[ve] an opin[ion], b[u]t I th[in]k, and feel,

‘that, were I in your pl[a]ce, I sh[oul]d n[o]t co[me] - I am gl[a]d you ha[ve] sp[en]t 3 w[ee]ks so agreeab[l]y at Scarbro’ and

‘hope you ha[ve] rec[eive]d gr[ea]t benefit fr[om] the sea-breezes - Miss Walker joins me in love to yours[elf] and

rememb[ran]ces to your fr[ien]d – Bel[ieve] me, my d[ea]r Mar[ia]n alw[a]ys aff[ectionatel]y yours AL- [Anne Lister]’ – aft[e]r Mr. Husb[an]d w[e]nt at

11 1/2 h[a]d Booth ab[ou]t the stair-case wind[ow] and chim[ne]y breast bring[in]g up fr[om] the cellar – H[a]d Rob[er]t Mann –

s[ai]d he h[a]d best leave the Spiggs wat[e]r drain job (rais[in]g the wat[e]r and bring[in]g it n[ea]rer to the old engine pit) and

the meer-drift job finish[in]g till we h[a]d drier weath[e]r - then h[a]d Jos[e]ph Mann ab[ou]t A- [Ann] ‘s Travellers Inn

wat[e]r gett[in]g job - Holt (Ja[me]s) nev[e]r ca[me] to Walker pit last Tues[day] in spi[te] of his prom[ise] – s[ai]d I w[oul]d wr[ite] to

h[i]m – m[u]st ha[ve] h[i]m or so[me]bod[y] else to look aft[e]r the concern - then w[i]th A- [Ann] and w[i]yh my a[un]t 1/2 h[ou]r - then

out ag[ai]n w[i]th the gard[ene]r – w[i]th the masons - in the stab[le] – h[a]d Sugden – w[i]th John Booth in the cowh[ou]se giv[in]g orders

and ab[ou]t till ca[me] in at 6 - the gard[ene]r to wr[ite] ab[ou]t a man to co[me] as soon as poss[ible] – h[a]s one in

view at 14/. or 15/. a week - Sugden ga[ve] £38 for the 4 y[ear]s old and £48 for the tall one - the

bet[ter] bred of the 2 b[u]t plain ab[ou]t the neck and 2 sm[all] splents and a boney excrescence on his

right und[e]r jaw-bone - and a wart on his right eyelid, yet warrant[e]d sound - yet a nice-

look[in]g pair for the mon[e]y - John Booth to get 2 bush[e]ls of oats extra for the 2 bays

and bran for them - and 200 st[ock] more hay – th[in]ks the pig may be kill[e]d the end of next m[on]th – sh[oul]d

ha[ve] oatmeal the last fortnight - will weigh 15 or about 16 st[ock] – 1/2 h[ou]r w[i]th my a[un]t till Mr. Jubb

ca[me] at 7 and sat by my a[un]t’s bedside 1/4 h[ou]r - he w[a]s here a lit[tle] bef[ore] 9 in the morn[in]g - my a[un]t’s pulse

120 last night, 96 this morn[in]g, and 84 tonight! I sat in the r[oo]m 1 1/2 h[ou]r this ev[enin]g aft[e]r din[ner] at 7 1/2

and coff[ee] upst[ai]rs and she really seems bet[ter] tonight – spo[ke] a lit[tle] - told me I w[a]s a ver[y] good

nurse - Just bef[or]e din[ner] A- [Ann] h[a]d Mr. Thomas of the firm of Thomas and Holt who are

mak[in]g her wat[e]r lane steam engine on a/c of w[hi]ch she p[ai]d h[i]m on Mr. Husbands’

writ[ten] recommendat[io]n £30 – fr[om] 10 1/2 till 11 wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today – whi[le] w[i]th my a[un]t skimm[e]d ov[e]r

tonights pap[e]r – Let[ter] fr[om] L[ad]y VC- [Vere Cameron] Braf[iel]d h[ou]se 3 p[ages] and one end – L[ad]y St[uar]t w[i]th her, and the 2 br[ace]

of moorgame s[e]nt aft[e]r h[e]r - the baby ver[y] fat and well d[itt]o d[itt]o V- [Vere] hers[elf] ‘the dean of Windsor,

‘my fr[ien]d L[ad]y Broadhead and Miss Cameron are sponsors - and she is to be call[e]d Vere Julia

‘or vice versa....’ Vere Julia! n[o]t interest[in]g to me - no news fr[om] the S- [Stuart] de R[othesay]s bey[on]d

Cologne - to stay 2 or 3 days at Coblentz - old L[ad]y S- [Stuart] does n[o]t kno[w] the add[ress] of the courier –

n’importe - Rain bef[ore] 11 and ver[y] rainy till it beg[a]n to clear ab[ou]t 3 p.m. and aft[er]w[ar]ds damp

b[u]t fair for the rest of the day aft[ernoo]n and ev[enin]g – F[ahrenheit]38° now at 11 5/.. p.m.

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Fluffy Alphabet || Brock Reynolds Edition

Anonymous requested: “Brock and Trent, fluffy and smut”

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Brock isn’t all that of an affectionate guy? He’ll show you he loves you, he’s just not very touchy-feely. He’s more physically affectionate with kisses and hand-holding than anything else. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): Jokes, going shooting at the range, playing and helping to train Cerb and Pepper, video games, bonfires and barbeques with each other’s families, etc.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): He’s not the biggest cuddler. He loves it when you lay between his legs, and he can hold you that way. He’d also be the big spoon if you were spooning in bed.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): Eventually he wants to settle down, have a family of his own. He’s an unorganized human being, though, and his cooking skills need work.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): He’d do it either over video call or face to face, and he wouldn’t hold back. He would tell you you’re done, and then either hang up or walk away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): He’s iffy on commitment. He’s more or less waiting for the right person to come along that makes him want to go all the way. Once he does, though, he’ll be quick to ask you to marry him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): He’s gentle physically with you, but he doesn’t mince his words or feelings. He’ll tell you how it is, he doesn’t like people sugar coating anything because it’s not reality.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): He’s not a hugger. He likes PDA, and having you close to him, but he’ll only hug you if you need one or if he’s leaving to go somewhere. He’s much more of a hand-holder or a kisser than he is a hugger.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): He’ll tell you as soon as he realizes that he does. He doesn’t sugarcoat or hides his feelings, if he loves you he’s going to let you know.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): He gets jealous easily, but he nips the interaction that makes him jealous in the bud by PDA, and if they don’t get the hint, mentioning his war dogs who can rip someone to shreds.

  K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): Slow and sensual, they’re long too. He doesn’t do pecks, he thinks they’re a waste of energy and wants every time he kisses you to have a lot of emotion in it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): I feel like Brock would be great with kids? They would just like his dogs and he’s able to get on their level, calmly explain combat dogs and how they like to play, and by the end of it kiddos are smitten with him and the dogs

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): getting breakfast from somewhere, getting tea for him (NO COFFEE); walking the pups together. On his days off he likes to go hiking and to the park with the doggos.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Staying up late, watching soccer or something else and eating chinese food; playing with Pepper; he likes playing board games and doing puzzles as well.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): He’s one that it takes him a while to share everything to you; he tells you what’s necessary in the moment.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): He’s not outwardly angry a lot. He tries to keep his composure but the man will absolutely silently judge you for anything that irritates him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): He remembers the broad strokes more than the little things. He has a lot on his plate at all times, and while he cares about you, sometimes the little things just get overlooked.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): First time you stayed over. He just loved the feeling of holding you close, and waking up with you beside him in the morning.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): I see him as generally a protective man, between him and Cerberus, they keep you safe. He’d walk you to the door, he’d want you to hold his hand and be near him in public, especially at bars, etc.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): He’s very laid back, but it’s still in his nature to give everything he has into the task at hand. It’s bred into seals to give 100% all of the time. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): messy, loses things all the time, takes care of himself last.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He takes pride in his physique, works out often, and keeps his beard trimmed to a respectable level.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): He would miss you, but he is a whole person regardless of whether your in his life or not.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): Pepper and Cerberus absolutely would sleep in his bed when he’s home.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): lying, constant complaining, cat people, people who hates dogs

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): Brock stays up late and wakes up early. I just don’t think he requires much sleep? 

[doctor-plagueis]

RWBY Booty Tier List

Hi I said it would happen so now it's gonna happen, time to rate asses and explain why I gave them that rating...

(also they are in order from flattest to phattest)

[This took way too long (T-T) ]

Starting with D TIER Aka Flat as fuck

Raven: Ya go to the lowest tier in D tier ya all-tits-no-ass having ass, you deadbeat fucko (I really don't like parents who leave their children, how'd you guess?).

Weiss : Sorry girl but even with all your dance training, your Sperm donor's DNA is in you, if it was just your mom's DNA you'd rocket up to A TIER, still more ass than Raven tho, which says a lot about Raven since Weiss is as flat as a wooden plank (sorry @naughtyweiss your girl has no ass).

All of team NDGO: these bitches show up once or twice, and, in the novels they do something bad? I didn't read it, but they like sacrifice some people to the Grimm or something? Anyways they have almost no ass too little to actually matter.

C TIER Aka Too much muscle

Pyrrha : Sorry unbeatable girl your life style is just too healthy, with all her exercises and no fat foods she has no cushioning, I'm sorry Pyrrha you just have too much muscle.

Reese : With all her skating she must have some muscle in the back, like literally, her muscles are trained to keep her on the board during combat so her ass is super firm, but that's a bit of a downside since it's too firm, kinda hard actually like really hard.

Also she gives me party animal girl vibes, that doesn't affect anything just thought I'd mention it.

Elm: Have you seen how tall and beefy that girl is? Now does this affect her backside...mmm...kind of? Her ass is just and, I mean just muscle which is bad because no cushioning.

But her thighs tho mm~mm delicious.

Yang : Yang is all about her upper body, she's proud of her tits and her arms, she is Miss "punch first ask later" after all, so i can actually see her skipping some leg days, like Reese her booty is alot of muscle but not so much cushion, sorry Yang.

Arslan : Like Yang, Arslan is all about working out and honing her body to peak physical fighting ability, however, this girl has genetics on her side, her tits aren't as big as Yang’s however, she make up for having a tentsy little bit of cushion for the pushin' not really enough to be B TIER though.

B TIER Aka Now were gettin' good

Penny Ver.2 : Penny Version 1 was pure metal (at least in my headcanon) so she was all legs no butt, however, Penny Version 2 (again in my headcanon) had synthetic skin, now I'm not saying Pietro is some weird pervert giving his child a fat ass, but he was "generous" which was inaccurate as...

Penny (human) : Penny as a human never had the chance to exercise [fuck you RT (T-T)], so her booty was a little lacking but it was still bigger and rounder than her robot body.

Ruby: Now you and I both know that with all the sweets Ruby eats she isn't exactly thin, good thing though is all the fat goes to her ass, Ruby has that fatty y'all!

Neo : I'm sure people will question this one but, Neo's height is a detrement on her ass, since she's so short her ass has to be proportional to her actual height, so for women her height she has so much ass but compared to the others in this list it isn't as much.

Coco: Coco takes care of her fashion and her body. She does squats often and keeps a balance between fat and firmness. Unfortunately genetics gave her a cute face but not a phat ass, sorry queen.

Summer: Same as Ruby except she has that MILFY boost to her hips and booty (she also has bigger tits but, oh well this isn't the Titty Tier list so...).

Winter : Training for the military helped null the taint of Jacques DNA in her, so she took a bit more of her mother’s blessed genes, her ass isn't exactly impressive like the girls in A TIER but it's nothing to scoff at either, unlike her sister (sorry Weissey).

Miltiades "Miltia" : both sisters wear heels, however, Miltia has bigger boobs than her twin while Mel has a bigger booty, still wearing heels and being as acrobatic as they both are requires a lot of lower body training, and also since they work at a club as security they do know how to seduce people, and that did affected their rating.

A TIER Aka Nearly perfectly fuckable

Harriet : Now to be one hundred percent honest Harriet has more thighs than ass, however, with her focus on speed and the training she does, she must have a nice fuckable ass, not the biggest or roundest but really, really nice.

Melanie: Both sisters are guards for Junior's club, but, I like to think that Mel also works as a Stripper or Lap dancer (Hooker if you got enough to buy her services and have a dick big enough, she's a bit of a size queen), so she worked on making her already fat ass even better and also took the time to hone her sex appeal, those being her twerking and lapdancing.

Velvet : Bunny gal has some phat Bunny Buns if ya catch my meaning, like go back to volume 3 and get a good look at her costume, girl's got hips and ass like she was bred for it!

Willow: Have you seen her in the newest volumes?? She has a chance (admittedly small) against the legendary bellabooties Gahtdayum!

Too bad she wasted it with a nearly sterile fucking shit pile of a human like Jacques, ugh... (How he managed to have 3 children baffles me, must've taken half the world’s supply of Viagra)

[Side note our favorite Schnee femboy took after his mom, if he was on the list he'd be just below Harriet hehe].

A+ TIER Candidates for the Bubble Booty Brigade (BBB)

Glynda : Glynda is a professional huntress, she is a teacher and she's decked out in dominatrix gear, can I make it any clearer?

Salem : Salem is the original MILF, the thiccest witch of remnant , and also, she has magic and is technically a monster girl sooo... that gives her extra points (who would've guessed I like monster girls hehe).

The next entry might be blasphemous for some and for that I apologize but...

Blake and Kali : I'm sorry kitties, even though the belabooties are know world wide they are not yet in the BBB. Blake has the firmer booty because of her time in the Fang but Kali has the MILF bonus.

Because of their similarities and their diferences they tie for top of A+ tier.

S TIER The BUBBLE BOOTY BRIGADE

The three heavenly asses of remnant, only three girl stand a top the mountain of the perfect Bubble Booty and they are in order...

May Zedong : May has been depicted by the fandom as being really curvy, especially the cow udders she calls breasts, however she hides her curves under her clothes. The same applies to the fucking badonk she hides in her baggy pants, so much so in fact, that May should be number two of the BBB but because she's so shy about her body she's demoted to number three, still, being a member of the Brigade is a blesing of itself.

Emerald Sustrai : As stated in the previous entry Em should be number three, but because May is so shy and Emerald isn't they swaped places. Em is number two because of one singular thing, she knows her ass is her best atribute, and she fucking flaunts it, she knows she can make men and futas pitch tents, and make women stare like horndogs just by walking past them. Not only that, but she wear clothes that accentuate her ass from short shorts to miniskirts, she knows how to make anyone undeserving cream themselves just by swaying her hips a little and winking. Her seduction skills boosted her above everyone else except one.

NORA VALKYRIE THE ONE TRUE BUBBLE BOOTY OF REMNANT

Every single step a jiggle, every single jump or tiny hop and the world stops to stare, every time she passes by jaws hit the floor, every man woman and futa either wants Nora or wants to be Nora.

Nora's voluptuous cheeks are legendary and the worst part of it all is: She does know the effect she has on people, and she gives zero shits about it.

Because no one is worthy of her divine ass cheeks, except for two men: Jaune Arc and Lie Ren.

She's found her studs the ones who care for her, love her, give her the world AND the ones who have huge bitch breaking cocks to fuck her into the sheets like rutting animals.Every.Single.Night.

Every day of her life is one big teasing session for her studs, she purposefully wear skirts just short enough to see the glorious bounce, she always finds excuses to bend over, she sits on their laps as often as possible.

Just so she can have the mind blowing three ways she has every night.

All hail Booty Queen Nora Valkyrie.

Now everyone thank you for being patient this was something i spent a few days writing (like 3-4 days) and I only wrote this for that time so I hope y'all like it.

Some chacters are missing I know, but I really am comfortable with how it is now.

As always this SHOULD NOT AFFECT YOUR WRITING.

This was a thought experiment of mine, and like I always say in this sort of thing WRITE HOW YOU WANT TO WRITE I hope this was clear.

Thanks for reading and please if you so desire share it with friends.

But for now see ya!

[honestsycrets]

Björn Ironside || Love Alphabet

A = Affection (PDA, what sort of affection they give)

Bjorn motions his arm out to you, saying little with words, but looking to you with his sharp eyes.

Like with many things, he’s not shy. But he’s also not someone who will go overboard with his affection. He enjoys being sparse about it and seeing if you’ll press him for more. Holding your arm in public, laying kisses on your lips or otherwise. He lets you make a scene if you want more, though.

B = Babies (Anything you want about babies)

“If you want them.” He says, turning down his head. “I will be happy to give them.”

If you want them, he’ll give them. He’s a well-bred man but takes great pride in his line. As a busy man, he doesn’t often get the pleasure of being there to raise them as much as he wants. So he soaks in the moments that he can with your pregnant belly.

C = Cuddles (How they cuddle or are cuddled)

“Don’t go just yet.” Bjorn verbalizes his complaints when you want to leave, but before, well he won’t open his lips.

Lazily. Bjorn prefers to hold his woman on his chest, raise his hand to her back and keep her on top of them. Sometimes he’ll raise her leg over his, stroking over normally covered skin until he decides to be a little playful.

D = Darling  (Pet names) 

“(Y/N), come here.”

He’s not a very large user of pet names. He prefers to call you your own name. Though it might just be something that was taught to him through the guidance of Lagertha and Ragnar, later by Princess Aslaug. 

E = Enamored (how hard do they fall when in love)

“I’m...” He mutters, looking around the room to avoid eye contact. He doesn’t say it, what’s on his mind, and you have to push him along to admit it.

Carefully. Bjorn has done the hard fall in love before-- he doesn’t like it. Not because it wasn’t good while it lasted, but that’s just it. It didn’t last. He’s squeamish to fall hard in love and so he does so carefully until he’s more confident that this good thing won’t blow up in his face.

F = Firsts (A first on anything you pick)

“I’ve had better ideas.”

The first kiss is a dare from his drunk brothers to go and kiss a random shieldmaiden. After all, who can deny Bjorn Ironside? Tell that to his public humiliation of being slapped. He could get retribution, but, he did get a blowjob out of it.

G = Good Morning (How do they wake you up)

Silently slipping his hand up your underdress to awaken you from your slumber.

One of two ways. Either leaving you in bed to sneak off and do what he has to do-- or, opening you up under his fingers with plenty of warming up done beforehand. He finds it amusing how you squirm under him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs?)

“Hugs?” He jerks his head back, eyes big and bright. “Why would you give me a  hug, hm?”

With his brothers and father, maybe. It strikes him as strange if you ask him for a hug. Nonetheless, he’ll give it to you with a little bit of a confused furrow in his eyebrows. 

I = In Labor (Labour and Delivery)

On the standby. He’s not exactly squeamish to birth. He’s seen it before with Porunn and Torvi. As someone who grew up with a host of siblings, he thinks that you can handle it. If something goes awry though, he might inject himself carefully into the situation by getting his mother.

J = Jealousy (Are they jealous? How do they handle it?)

“And who was that?” 

Tons of glaring. Bjorn isn’t really afraid to approach someone that he finds to be a threat. More often then not, he’ll do something about it in front of anyone that is around. He’s not shy. He’s Bjorn Ironside-- and the gods love him.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss? How often?)

He enjoys cornering you for kisses. 

 Despite what you might think, he does kiss his woman more than anyone might think! It’s a bit of foreplay for him, getting you warmed up is all a fun part of the game.

L = Loyal (How loyal are they?)

“I have a... bad reputation.” Bjorn reasons. He abandoned Torvi, so of course, you might worry about the same. “But that is not me.”

He knows he has a bad reputation for being a man who wanders bed to bed-- but it wasn’t always this way. When he finds someone he’s truly in love with, he has no true reason to wander. There are other ambitions than sex, after all. 

M = Memory (Their favourite memory about you?)

Giving birth. Yeah, he knows that most men would be terrified to admit such a favourite memory like this. For Bjorn, there’s nothing more beautiful than a maiden becoming a mother.

N = Never! (Dealbreakers)

“How could you side with my uncle?”

Betrayal. He can’t handle someone that will lie to his face or side against him and his family. 

O = On the Rocks (How do they make up?)

Usually letting things go to shit, he swears this time will be different.

He sits on the side of the bed and waits. He’s not necessarily one that apologizes often. But, if he thinks he’s done something wrong, he will. The last thing he wants to model for his children is how to be a shitty father. Though, he has a feeling he already is.

P = Playtime (Any headcanons on sex)

Standing up is his favourite position. Bjorn loves throwing his size around. There’s nothing sexier to him than shoving you up against the wall and taking you there where you stand.

Q = Quiet Time (How do they wind down?)

“Have I told you of the thresher?” He bounces his son on his lap.

Telling stories. It travels far back to when his family was still together. Lagertha and Ragnar, his mother and father, telling him stories of Odin and the gods. Being special enough that these stories were the only thing he had to worry about. 

R = Rapture (What makes them happy?)

“Do you want to be king one day?”

Being king makes him happy, but nothing is as special to him as having his child on his lap while he sits in the very same throne that his father sat. 

S = Soulmate (What do they think of soulmates?)

“Is this a Christian belief?”

Skeptical. He’s seen the love between his mother and father-- but also saw the hand the gods gave them. He’s seen the love between his father and Athelstan, and saw the same. Maybe he believes them, but he thinks if he believes in soulmates, the gods will tear you apart. It’s better not to give it a name.

T = Together (What do you like to do together?)

Raiding. It’s the ultimate bonding experience for him. But, if you don’t fancy the life of a shieldmaiden, he enjoys storytelling under the stars. Lazing about and talking about the gods. Watching you grow with children and recounting to you the creation of the world to your stomach.

U = Unyielding (How do they handle interlopers on the relationship?)

“Stay out of my way. I have no issue making scarce of you.” 

Not well. Bjorn is the type to make his presence known and to also make them as small and irrelevant as he can. He’s territorial. He’s known to get into fights with others. This often means trouble and more scars to add to the count. 

V = Vulnerable (Are they vulnerable often? How do they handle it?)

Heavy huffs, uncertain eyes and a tongue that almost feels tied.

No. No, no, no. The more vulnerable he is, the softer he takes it to mean. Being soft in the past has not gotten him far. His father hated it, his mother hated it. The only one who didn’t... Queen Aslaug. And so, he decides that he can’t have anyone see it unless they’re absolutely going to stay.

W = Wedding (Wedding headcanons)

Something small and private. He’ll invite his brothers, perhaps his mother if she isn’t busy. Otherwise, he enjoys small private ceremonies where he can feel comfortable enough to let loose. 

X = (E)x (How do they handle exes? What do they do if they see them)

“Who was that one looking at you?” He says, scrunching his nose.

With a level head. His feelings have been buried. What’s done is done, the only issue he has is raising his children with you. Sometimes that might mean a few snide comments that he often throws his hands up about.

Y = Yearning (What do they do when they miss you?)

Never admits it! 

Fondles a small hammer of Thor that you gave your big, strong man. You blessed it yourself. He’ll look out over the sea and count the moments until he gets back into your arms.

Z = Zzz… (Sleeping headcanons)

Bjorn loves to drag his fingers across your back, swirling them softly while you sleep. He sleeps better knowing you’re by his side-- loyal and truthful to him. While he can’t say that he sleeps peacefully all of the time, after an hour of you being asleep, he’ll finally allow himself some rest.

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[themculibrary]

Fics With Titles That Start With P Masterlist

Painted in Indigo (ao3) - nekare steve/bucky M, 11k

Summary: “You should be careful of that one,” Mr. Hendrickson says, with a nod to Bucky outside the window. “It ain’t right. Looking at you all the time as he does. The way he should be looking at girls.”

Steve laughs, because damn, but what a ridiculous idea.

Or, five times Steve caught Bucky looking at him, and the one time he looked first.

Parapraxis (ao3) - CypressSunn sam/bucky E, 14k

Summary: “We get it, Buck, you’re a New Yorker.” It is the last thing Sam would have suspected to transcend both time and brainwashing, but Bucky’s Brooklyn born and bred hatred of the Garden State was alive and well. “Does it really matter what side of the turnpike the flying murder drone was built on?”

Peep Show (ao3) - BladeoftheNebula steve/tony, tony/tiberius E, 42k

Summary: “Alright there, Sugar?” A voice came from behind him and he whipped around to see an omega with a little box of tokens. “You know you got to put one in to start right?”

Steve felt his face heat. “Yes ma’am. I was just uhh—“

“First timer?” He nodded and she gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, don’t worry, there’s glass behind the curtain, so the omegas can’t bite.” Then she winked. “That costs extra.”

Steve’s face got even hotter. He certainly wasn’t doing that.

Steve knew he wasn't any omega's first choice, or hell, even third. But what starts as a visit to a seedy Peep Show in Manhattan ends up changing his life for good.

perfectly right wrong number (ao3) - melonbutterfly steve/bucky T, 31k

Summary: It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn’t enter Steve’s life (meaning: Bucky wasn’t born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.

Perfect Match (ao3) - BladeoftheNebula steve/tony M, 9k

Summary: All Steve wants to do is get through his omega work placement and get out. Too bad Tony Stark, the alpha son of the CEO, is such a dick.

Peter and the Jailbirds (ao3) - beautifullights mj/peter, steve/sam M, 86k

Summary: “If you did play chess,“ Ross said, "you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.”

He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.”

“What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.”

He had a lot of regrets.

Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful.

“When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him.

Peter Parker’s Home for the Wayward Villain - BeanieBaby T, 90k

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— Basically, the Avengers are embarrassing Peter and being overprotective because of Flash.

peter’s stars (ao3) - IronPengu, parkrstark peter & steve, steve/tony T, 175k

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So, he really doesn’t have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can’t let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there’s no way he’d still want him…right?

Pick a Star on the Dark Horizon (ao3) - artist_artists sam/bucky T, 38k

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In 2025, Bucky is stolen from his happy life living and working with Sam and sent back to his Hydra cell in 1945.

Both of them love Sam, and both of them are trying to get back to where they belong without destroying the universe.

Pieces of Echoes (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony, happy/pepper T, 334k

Summary: When weapons designer and SHIELD consultant Tony Stark and his son are kidnapped following a routine weapons demonstration, newly defrosted World War II hero Steve Rogers is sent to find them.

But what begins as just another mission, a way for Captain America to reintegrate back into society, quickly warps into something more as betrayals are discovered, harsh, long-buried truths are finally brought to light, and Tony and Steve come to realise that their biggest allies are each other.

Powers and Principalities - Filigree loki/tony M, 5k

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Pretty Keener (ao3) - mauvera harley/peter T, 30k

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protective big brothers (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor rebecca/sam, steve/bucky G, 1k

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Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

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put it in reverse and hit him again (ao3) - paperclipbitch lance/bobbi M, 15k

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[asukaskerian]

Hey I know you're probably not writing for this idea anymore, and feel free to ignore me. But what were you planning in that snippet when Syzal accidentally made the arrancar reproductively viable

oh man. i’d love to prove you wrong but my writing energy has been the closest to negative it’s been in ten years since Job.  so uhhh hmm how did it go again.

lemme just copypaste the convo. and then add some thre pages of rambles.

[10:11 PM]Askerian:

ridic plotbunny, ONCE AGAIN

[10:14 PM]Askerian:

aizen: asks szayel to figure something out to make his arrancar more instinctively faithful/obedientszayel: :D MY TIME. HAS COME. let’s coopt those old obsolete reproductive instincts that don’t work anymore!! just reactivate them and whoops they’re all in love with you and/or desperate to hang around because they think they’re gonna need some help when the babies comeaizen: let’s… ………………not……………gin: haha yea wouldn’t aizen have to fuck them firstaizen: ………………………………… eyetwitchszayel like “YES they will want to be bred and then follow faithfully so they can be PROVIDED FOR in their time of need!!!”aizen: … does this actually make hollows capable of giving lifeszayel: … ……………………….; of course not that would be ridiculousgin: haha yeah it’d be stupidgin: “accidentally” oopses with szayel’s shit because lmao

[10:16 PM]Askerian:

then it turns out instead of making them all target aizen especially szayel went for “someone who could give you babies who are perfectly blended shinigami/hollow” and WHOOPS all the visored suddenly become targets AND ichigo is the hottest of them all

[10:16 PM]Askerian:

a      n i g h t m a r e

[10:16 PM]Askerian:

anyway it’d have to be either a crack fic or a completely id-driven smut fic.

[10:28 PM]Jacket Potato:

That first one

[10:28 PM]Jacket Potato:

I want

[10:28 PM]Jacket Potato:

So many crack ships

[10:28 PM]Jacket Potato:

So many potential babies

[10:29 PM]Askerian:

and then it turns out ichigo is a better potential baby daddy so he ends up with an  arrancar harem

[10:29 PM]Askerian:

BAFFLED FACE

[10:29 PM]Jacket Potato:

Ichigo deserves a harem

[10:30 PM]Askerian:

he was born naturally? no weird stone-fucked genetics

[10:30 PM]Askerian:

yes plz tell us more about these strong genes and this actually protective nature

[10:30 PM]Jacket Potato:

Ichigo, in the name of the universe and all that is good, romance these dorks

[10:30 PM]Jacket Potato:

Juct

[10:31 PM]Askerian:

can you imagine him introducing his baby mommas to isshin tho

[10:31 PM]Jacket Potato:

Romance the pants off everyone

[10:31 PM]Jacket Potato:

Isshin would die from the shock induced happiness

[10:33 PM]Jacket Potato:

The Arrancar will have varied reactions to Isshin

[10:34 PM]Jacket Potato: I am of the firm belief everyone will love and want to protect Yuzu, and be backup to Karin when she’s threatened

10:35 PM]Askerian:

anyway i wonder when he implements it. hmmm. because!

[10:35 PM]Askerian:

if it’s before grimmjow has ever met ichigo. he wouldn’t be impressed the first time at ALL

[10:35 PM]Jacket Potato:

This

[10:35 PM]Askerian:

the second time, ichigo pulls out his mask. tousen interrupts as grimmjow is straddling ichigo in the middle of the street.

[10:35 PM]Jacket Potato:

This too

[10:36 PM]Askerian:

ichigo like O_O WAIT A SEC WHAT THE FUCK??

[10:36 PM]Jacket Potato:

XD

[10:36 PM]Askerian:

grimmjow kinda pissed because he didn’t even have time to fish his dick out, tousen you giant cockblock

[10:36 PM]Jacket Potato:

Cause we need a perfect world, Grimm’s pack senses Ichigo, and gets heated for him

[10:36 PM]Jacket Potato:

Tousen, your existence is the Cockblock

[10:37 PM]Askerian:

aizen SUPER pissed because it was already annoying that his whole army sighed after his dick but now it’s proven that they can also lust after visoreds

[10:37 PM]Askerian:

oh man grimmjow’s pack. HMM

[10:38 PM]Askerian:

i bet tousen would also look a LITTLE sexy but he’s such a bore that nobody dares to approach him

[10:38 PM]Jacket Potato:

Someone would try

[10:38 PM]Askerian:

like.will he lecture us or cut off our genitals for daring or. worst. BOTH.

[10:38 PM]Askerian:

imagine a tousen lecture about rising above your bestial instincts while bleeding from missing crotch bits

[10:39 PM]Jacket Potato:

I would feel so sorry for the poor sap

[10:39 PM]Askerian:

>:3

[10:39 PM]Jacket Potato:

>:‘3

[10:40 PM]Askerian:

anyway grimmjow is torn between “dang i need to fuck kurosaki before i kill him” and “how DARE  he make me want him i’m gonna kill him twice as hard”

[10:40 PM]Askerian:

“… gonna fuck him twice as hard first though”

[10:40 PM]Jacket Potato:

XD

[10:41 PM]Jacket Potato:

Beautiful

[10:41 PM]Fraccion Love Muffin ❤ (EIV):

Yessss

[10:41 PM]Fraccion Love Muffin ❤ (EIV):

[10:41 PM]Askerian:

he’s NOT WORTHY he smells good and he has potential but he’s WEAKER THAN GRIMMJOW that is NOT ACCEPTABLE

[10:41 PM]Askerian:

…………………….. ok just one ride then

[10:41 PM]Askerian:

be a shame if he died a virgin

[10:41 PM]Askerian:

because grimmjow murdered him

[10:41 PM]Askerian:

it can be like. his last request.

[10:42 PM]Askerian:

ichigo, holding onto his pants for dear life: I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS

[10:42 PM]Jacket Potato:

Till Ichigo finally kicked his ass, the hotness level skyrockets and now Ichigo needs a chastity belt

[10:42 PM]Askerian:

oh yeah XD

[10:43 PM]Askerian:

but by the time he manages to stand back up to find him ulquiorra is also like “you bested me in combat. proceed.”

[10:43 PM]Askerian:

Ohhh NO YOU DI'NT

[10:43 PM]Askerian:

catfiiiight

[10:43 PM]Askerian:

ichigo sneaks away with orihime and ishida on each shoulder

[10:44 PM]Jacket Potato:

When Aizen is taken down, all the Arracar fight for the right to have Ichigo’s dick and/or babies

[10:44 PM]Askerian:

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss

[10:45 PM]Askerian:

even the privaron like the one with the moustache and orange afro guy

[10:45 PM]Askerian:

ichigo: cries softly in the night why meeeeeeeeeeeee

[10:45 PM]Askerian:

he tries to throw some at shinji and the rest of them

[10:45 PM]Jacket Potato:

Cause Aizen is dumb and the Gods like to make fun of you

[10:45 PM]Askerian:

u____u-b

[10:46 PM]Jacket Potato:

They get thrown back at him, cause why not

–

anyway mostly my ideas went:

1. first meeting : grimmjow and his fraccion smell/feel ichigo before they even separate to hunt down some shinigami so they all basically converge on him as a group, kick rukia aside, and kidnap the fuck out of him into the nearby hill/forest. they’re all BAFFLED at the strength of their reaction and kinda hostile to ichigo because what the fuck, and they all oscillate between “let’s fuck him” and “let’s kill him” and “let’s fuck him and THEN kill him because damn it we are NOT getting mindfucked into being all besotted and desperate for some human-shinigami weakling’s approval and attention that fucking sUCKS.”

ichigo is fucking terrified because it’s not a mystery what they want, they keep pressing up against him and making comments. and at this point in time he’s not strong enough to fight them off. it could go real bad only then grimmjow has been trying to be like “ok just a fuck and then we’ll all go our own ways and pretend this never happened” because he really hates bullying weaklings (like, either kill them or let them go) and oddly enough it doesn’t make it better for ichigo? and grimmjow is ??? because if he and his pack had a hollow cornered and they told the hollow “we’re gonna have mutually satisfying sex and then we won’t even eat you and you can go live your life” the hollow would be like THANK YOU SIR. so then he asks wtf, and ichigo says he’s too young for things like this, well not technically but mentally he’s just. not there yet.

(like, there’s more reasons why not but he’s not sure hollows would understand him explaining “umm it’d be rape even if it didn’t hurt?” if they don’t ALREADY understand it, so he falls back a bit on “it’s not you it’s me”)

anyway the arrancar are not having fun, they’re mega horny and kinda… half-drunk and dazed, but still aware enough to be pissed off about it. they do snap back that like,does ichigo think they actually want him for real?? fucking szayel, fucking aizen, rage etc. anyway grimmjow decides that nope he will not fuck ichigo anyway (1. bullying weaklings 2. it might not help and even make their craving worse 3. what IF they ended up desperate to please some idiot weakling shinigami asshole when all shinigami just want to kill them, why not gift-wrap themselves.) and THEN renji and hitsugaya and rukia and everyone arrives en masse to rescue him and they drop ichigo and leave.

ichigo is kinda shaken and holy shiiit he hasn’t even given much thought to sex with girls, so being crowded and groped by adult men was really terrifying. but he’s also not stupid and he could tell they didn’t enjoy wanting it either, so he goes to urahara and forces himself to talk about it. it could be important for the war, right? right.

he doesn’t talk about it to anyone else because he’s super ashamed of the “just got molested” angle, like. he’s supposed to be a strong man etc and he couldn’t protect himself. shaaaame. he just says he has no idea what they wanted but apparently one of their scientists fucked them up recently. shrug? a Mystery. anyway he gets kinda depressed/ashamed and idk how he interacts with the visored after that but probably not quite in the same TRAIN ME NOW I DEMAND IT way.

it does help him to concentrate on “somebody mindfucked those arrancar so it’d be rape for them too and they were trying to resist” and develop empathy toward them. he feels less scared. but also he sees them not as much as enemies.

2. luppi never becomes sexta because grimmjow et all came back in one piece. probably do get beat up and sent to different postings/broken up as a team because they went to the human world without permission and got seen. they have to tell aizen about the thing where they reacted to ichigo the same as they react to him, though,  because they’re like 75% sure he already spied something on his cameras or tousen found out or whatever. (they don’t tell him that they actually reacted more strongly to ichigo, because then they would probably get killed and so would ichigo, and grimmjow is still confused/frustrated/horny/yearning enough that he doesn’t want that. like. maybe he’ll kill ichigo himself at SOME point. maybe. but that ain’t aizen’s place. don’t steal his mate. i mean his kill.)

private theories on why ichigo was !!!! to aizen’s !! are that his personality is less grating/contemptuous, or that grimmjow’s a bossy bastard and could totally dominate ichigo but not aizen, or that their weirdass fucked-up instincts feel they have a better chance sharing one guy between the six of them than hoping to one day share him with a whole army. private theories as to why ichigo is even attractive enough? ??????? big fucking mystery.

then i forget how this goes or why or what was the justification but

Ulquiorra goes to check out ichigo himself (and kill him this time around. first time they met was before szayel did his thing)

grimmjow follows because MY MATEKILL??? like not that he thinks he can actually beat ulquiorra but he just reacts on instinct.

anyway ulquiorra runs straight into ichigo AND shinji AND like three more visored, so he pauses for a second to assess, then he goes “oh indeed i do want to fuck you. you have to die.” and then grimmjow tackles the shit out of him, and then ichigo is like “this guy who molested me but didn’t look happy about it and listened when i said i was too young is getting his ass handed to him” and goes to separate them, and the visored are like FML ICHIGO THEYRE BOTH ENEMIES and then it’s a fucking battle royale.

then it turns out starrk and lilynette followed ulquiorra and grimmjow because they got a big nice dose of “we want a real pack we want CHILDREN we want FA MI LY” and they’re now very clear on the fact that this is really not what aizen is offering. and if there’s another choice they want to check him out.

they are fucking terrifying strength-wise and basically everyone pauses to assess the massive primera reiatsu. and starrk is like, hello.

then he’s a little bit ohh, hello at the visored because they’re also pinging him as potential mates, but ichigo’s still the strongest and the ones they all take their cues from somehow? like, him and shinji, but shinji didn’t meet grimmjow before and ichigo did, and starrk is a monster so he’s waiting for an opening.

and grimmjow is very angry and frustrated because if starrk decides to take ichigo for himself he can’t really fight him off.  but he doesn’t want to want to fight him off, it’s not like ichigo is anything to him for real, he rubbed against him ONCE they’re not fucking mated. and anyway it’s been one month, he’s not gonna be old enough now either.

ulquiorra goes home being all coldly threatening about telling on them to aizen and starrk just kind of shrugs and asks if ichigo wants to talk. and lilynette is like, sneaking him blushy looks but also being angry that during the free for all fight he didn’t want to attack her and even like, snatched her out of the way of an attack this one time. how dare he be all protective and nice.

so then as all the visored (because the second they felt it the rest came running) and urahara and yoruichi and probably even secretly his dad etc crowd around to chaperone angrily, ichigo accepts the invitation to idk find a park and sit and talk for a bit.

he asks if grimmjow wants to come along with them. grimmjow has a choice betwen going back to aizen to get punished, hanging out with the primera while he woos grimmjow’s mateprey, or fighting his way through the whole crowd of enemy assholes on his own while the primera woos his mateprey.

it’s very tense but instincts-wise it calms down grimmjow’s need to rub allup on ichigo to know that starrk is stronger and therefore has dibs, and starrk is passive and pretty controlled (and also a total bottom), so he doesn’t try anything either. they talk about how the mindfuckery feels and about how things are with aizen and the arrancar army and of course ichigo ends up offering them asylum both from soul society and from aizen. he asks nobody else before that. he Has Decided he will Protect Them Too. (this raises their ‘oh noooooo what a good potential mate’ affection meters by like thirty points.)

starrk kisses ichigo’s hand all suave-like. ichigo dies a little. lilynette tries to kiss him on the mouth. he ends up tossing her in a pond. then he blushingly pats grimmjow’s shoulder when he sees him sulking brooding. grimmjow comes really close to biting him on the mouth for that one.

3. grimmjow really wants to bring his posse along, so eventually there will probably be a sneaky rescue mission that ends up in a huge battle. but. yeah. starting from this point well it does help calm down the lusty “QUICK MAKE HIM YOURS” instincts to have cuddle time and play-fighting sparring time, so ichigo ends up staying at the warehouse next door to the visoreds and playing house a lot and probably they start collecting more and more arrancar. nel for sure (which, AWKWARD while she’s still kid-shaped, as canon has so nicely =_= told us she’s still aware of sex and kinks like the fact that she’s into masochism uuugh) and probably eventually harribel and her fraccion,  though they’re more into “gives us babies and then fuck off just a bit”. XD definitely also the three ex-espada, which, cirucci kinda scares ichigo a bit XD

ichigo is desperate to convince as many of them as possible to try hitting on shinji, but a lot of them are entirely fine sharing him. :(

i don’t actually know which of them are gonna get pregnant because ichigo is desperate to keep himself as chaste as possible and will succeed in keeping himself pure below the belt at LEAST until aizen is defeated (though random makeouts? oh yeah, those happen), but yeeeah, it’s a possible mpreg situation for sure. welp. :( after this point it’s probably all babydaddy drama and porn. bwahaha.

(it’s also kinda likely that orihime brings ulquiorra back into ichigo’s harem by going “well i love the both of you very much and you seem to be very into sharing is caring so :3c ?” and joining in as well. >:D)

[sunshinexlollipops]

FOR THE LOVE OF MANGOS PLZ. A/O ARTHUR HEADCANONS (both with the reader and Arthur being A/O plz! Thx!!!)

anon. I have heard your prayers. your answers are coming. (like Arthur. and much of this community over abo Arthur, apparently lol.)

BONUS: alongside doing alpha and omega for Arthur, I did high and low honor as well. It would definitely affect how Arthur acts in the ABO verse. Also made gender neutral, alongside you being alpha or omega yourself. ;)

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A L P H A A R T H U R

Low Honor

when you first arrive in the gang, Arthur allows his eyes to wander to you. he leered alongside the others when you were new, and he didn’t make any attempt at hiding his interest.

soon, the others become competition, and you best believe Arthur is going to finesse himself an alpha/omega like you. you are his prize.

he boasts about himself, takes the lead on missions, steals the prettiest and best stuff for you, hunts your favorite game, puffs his chest, tries to act badass and suave. he pretty much postures himself at you, acting like a stereotypical alpha trying to impress their intended mate.

and normally, you hate pompous alphas like this, but damn if it doesn’t work.

he’s possessive asf. constantly baring his teeth at anyone who so much as looks your way with any interest in their gaze.

you’re HIS alpha/omega, and he makes sure to let everyone know.

there’s also a huge thing about scent: you have to ALWAYS smell like you’re his. whether he marks you, your clothes— or even puts you in his own— strangers don’t even have a problem with knowing that there is an alpha to answer to if they try anything.

if someone even so much as makes a comment or joke, or if a stranger says something in passing, best believe you have an enraged Arthur Morgan at the ready. he will take people down, guns or not.

marking is also done with hickeys. he loves how flustered they make you, and he takes damn pleasure in seeing the jealousy in the others’ eyes for getting to put them all over your neck. it’ll make it that much sweeter for his mating bite.

he hints about your upcoming heat/rut, or even about his own, and there’s no doubt that he wants to be there for the main event.

and when it does happen, Arthur is there before you’re even really into it. you can even be in the middle of camp, he won’t care— he’ll grab ahold of you, throw you over his shoulder, and take you where he deems fit to weather it out.

(maybe his tent in camp, or an abandoned shack he scoped out nearby, it all depends. because even if someone tries to bother you both, they’re getting shot.)

the alpha is rough and quick, he gives it to you like you need. there’s never a dull or slow moment when you’re in bed with Arthur.

overstimulation KING. you think your climax is the end of it? WRONG. he will work you through every second. even when he’s got a knot deep in you. the man will stop when either you or him drop. and good luck, he’s got stamina core for daysssss

also. huge fan of eating you raw. he loves getting your slick in his beard, till he looks wet with it. he will literally make you drip from his tongue alone. you’re better than a shot of whiskey any day.

when you do pass out eventually, Arthur takes those moments to stand outside for a quick smoke break. shirtless. with nail marks from you all over his chest and back. he likes the way Micah gets pissed, because he was never alpha enough for anything like this. (a cig never tasted so good, either.)

he’ll sketch you as you are, naked, and marked up by him. he also does close ups of his bites, those are his faves.

it’s when you’re deepest in heat that he gives you his mating bite. you knew it was coming, he made it obvious, but it doesn’t stop the gasp that escapes you when he does it.

he places it where it’ll be obvious no matter what you do, and he likes it like that

he’ll mark your neck up like nothing else, and he’s very proud of the way you looked wrecked afterward

you don’t walk right for at least a week and a half afterward, something that Arthur puffs his chest about. he always smirks at the comments the others make at your stiff gate. it makes watching you that much more pleasurable.

likes you loud. he wants no one to doubt when he takes you. he wants you screaming so they can all hear just how good he’s making you feel. you’re embarrassed most of the time, but shame is nothing he could ever feel when it comes to something like that.

pretty much every time a job goes well or there’s a celebration, it ends with him knotting you. ;)

when stuff goes bad, there’s still knotting, but expect him to get you to the point where your body aches as much as it sings under him.

if you get pregnant, expect Arthur to be extremely pleased with himself. he bred you well, and he can’t wait to see how you’ll look.

he’s more possessive and wanting of you when you’re expecting— you always have him stiff and hungered when he sees you as you are, knowing he did that to you

when the kids (or pups) are born, he’ll try and get you knocked right back up

High Honor

it starts with a crush, and dear lord was Arthur pining when you first arrived.

he hears the others gushing about you, and when the others also speak of their own interest, Arthur stays quiet and feels hopeless— how could you end up with an alpha like him with so many better people lining up?

he vents in his journal, writing poems and fantasies he has where he gets to be your alpha. he is very longing, and sometimes you catch him staring at the fire or when you happen to feels his eyes on you. (he can’t be subtle, even though he thinks he is.)

he draws you, ofc. with flowers in your hair, when you laugh. his favorite moments are when you’re smiling, because he likes to imagine that he’s the sole reason it’s stretching your lips.

this man practically breaks his own heart over you, and he M O P E S

but, much to his surprise, the girls and other encourage him, and he FINALLY gathers the courage to tell you about the god damn cavity you’ve made with how sweet he is on you and you A C C E P T?

he courts you, right and proper like an alpha should. he gets you flowers, sweets, nice clothes or other trinkets he thinks you’d like— all acquired fairly. he also takes you on dates, from the theater in Saint Denis to quiet rides through the Heartlands with you by his side.

he endures so much teasing, especially from Micah and John, but he will take it. he doesn’t care if he’s gone “soft,” you’re too good for him to be anything but. Micah can still stfu though.

he doesn’t ask you to help with him during his rut, and he’s shy to offer his... uh.... assistance.... with your heat/rut. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want to pressure you! he doesn’t want you to think he’s only here for that, or that he would be disappointed if you declined! this dumbass would gladly go gray if you waited that long.

(which you never would, obviously. but damn if that isn’t sweet asf.)

when it does come around, he is so sweet. he found this really nice place— this precious cabin— and he’s been preparing it for months while he waited for this moment.

he’s so gentle with you, and not impatient at all. he preps you, makes sure you’re always comfortable. he only intends for you to feel pleasure, not pain, and trust me— you’re gonna enjoy yourself.

he peppers you with kisses, constantly asking if you’re okay or if there’s something else he can do. he’ll follow your requests, and give you what you need as you want it.

when you climax, Arthur is sweet to you, he praises you, holds you close as it happens. he doesn’t push you, and let’s you float right back to him whenever you’re ready.

during the moments in between the heights of your heat, he cleans you up, and feeds you peaches by his fingers as you lean against his chest.

he’ll hum songs for you, because of course he doesn’t know the words. but the tunes are pretty, just like you.

if you ask kindly enough, he’ll even read from his journal. but don’t worry, he’s always been a sucker for big doe eyes, and yours do him the worst.

he shows you the sketches he’s made too, especially when he was thinking you’d never give him the honor of being your alpha. they’re too precious.

the heat/rut will pass without a mating bite, because it needs to be done RIGHT.

he plans it out, it’s pretty much Hallmark. he buys your favorite food, takes you to your favorite place. he makes it special by giving you the same flowers that made his first bouquet that he gave you, and made sure to ask you under the stars like you wanted.

he is careful about it, and he feels awful that it has to hurt, but he makes sure to kiss it afterward, and he gives you a tonic to make it stop aching.

he places it lower on your neck, where it can be easily covered if you wanted

(but you’d never— because the way Arthur looks so flustered when you walk around with unbuttoned collars is WORTH IT)

he is such a proud alpha, and he walks around camp with his head held high and not even Micah can bring him down

he constantly gets you things, or does stuff with you. he never lets a moment pass where you don’t feel loved or appreciated by him

if you get pregnant, Arthur will be emotional. tears, but happy ones, will be shed. he can’t believe he got so lucky to mate an alpha/omega like you, and that you’re giving him a family again.

after you break the news, Arthur will practically worship you. that, and he will be protective like nobody’s business over anything and everything— someone threatens you? someone says your fat? expect low honor Arthur levels of mayhem.

when your kid finally get into the world, he can’t help but be the proudest papa Arthur. he is a bear to these kids, and he dotes on them endlessly. but he also makes time for you, and always tells you how grateful he is.

he doesn’t push for more kids, but you can tell he’s a big family man, and you can’t help but try and put a smile on his face for as much as he finally puts one on yours like he wanted to from the start

O M E G A A R T H U R

Low Honor

when you arrive— holy shit. he might as well be in heat with how wet you get him. the others thirst over you too, and oh, it makes Arthur j e a l o u s.

NEEDY. when he notices you, you spark an itch he can’t scratch. he is constantly biding for your attention, and he’ll do whatever he can to get it.

he touches himself to the thought of you, and he gets off many a time by the fantasy of you getting him and claiming him. never gets old. especially when you catch him moaning. totally not on purpose.

Arthur does all he can to seem like the omega you desire, and he may or may not have done things like play around with your clothes to get you smelling like him.

when his heat comes up, he plays up how bad they are and that he needs someone. he definitely makes sure to do this around you. for no reason at all, of course.

you offer, and ohmygod what a surprise Arthur accepts that shit like VISA

Arthur preps like nobody’s business. he tries to make himself look nice, tries to figure out things you like. he aims to have you claiming him by the end of this.

when he feels his heat ramp up, he’s slick for you, and let’s you know.

he takes control, and rides you hard. has has you begging for him, he takes you so deep. he’s practically hoarse himself, and the whole camp knows just how you feel inside of him now.

(thanks Arthur)

he plays on your instincts, and he manages to get you to bite him on the neck. your claim is the first thing he’s wanted since a good fuck when his first heat hit, and damn if he didn’t get both from you.

if you knot Arthur, it practically makes him D R O O L

Arthur has no shame about the bite. he shows it off, let’s everyone know that he got claimed. he hasn’t been this much of a show since he presented.

he always tells you how slick you get him, and he will always try and pull a quickie whenever he can manage.

he tries to spur jealousy from you whenever he can, but don’t worry, he’s just as possessive over you

High Honor

holy shit. you. you are something else, and damn if Arthur doesn’t feel like a sad pathetic omega for lusting after you as he is.

he’s never craved someone like you before, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. he hasn’t even exactly felt the desire to be claimed, but oh, you make him feel a lotta things.

he doesn’t try to mention his heats— he doesn’t want you to think you owe him help or that he’s dreamt about you making him feel good, but when you finally ask about it it just kinda... happens?

when you offer helping him, he about loses his mind. you? during his heat? what did he do to deserve that?

he gets so nervous, thinking he’ll embarrass himself, or that you’ll reject him for whatever reason. he thinks he’s hideous and doesn’t understand what you see back in him, but he just tries to focus on making it good for you.

you notice his nerves, and you assure him it’s fine. pretty much all of his heat, you’re praising him, and you get to see just how it gets to the omega. apparently, he really likes it when you tell him how good he is.

Arthur feels great, and he responds so well. you light him on fire, and damn, a heat never felt this good. you make it bearable. enjoyable. that isn’t an easy feat.

when Arthur climaxes, he clenches around you, both with his arms and his body— and he cries out.

you end up biting him out of reflex, and oh god— it makes Arthur caterwaul because he didn’t know how much he needed this

you apologize, saying you should’ve known and done better, but Arthur doesn’t care. he loves it. and he loves you.

Arthur is proud of your bite, and he can’t believe he’s your mate. he accepts the role with grace, and enjoys the way it gets you flustered.

he oftens tells you how much he loves you, and how he wouldn’t be mated to anyone else.

there you go anon! hope you enjoyed. ;)

[dramioneasks]

I'm an avid dramione reader and pride myself in reading a lot of fics, at least all the popular ones. Lately, life's been hectic and I guess I'm loosing touch. I recently came across All You Want by SenLinYu and was floored. Turns out it's quite popular and I didn't even know. So, could you guys let me know which the new popular fics are? I'm sure I must be missing more. Thanks in advance. You guys spread happiness, I hope you know that.

These seem to be popular based on the amount of comments/likes/follows etc it has:

Manacled By: SenLinYu - M, WIP - Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret locked away in her mind. She is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve, to be bred and monitored until it can be accessed. Updates Friday.

All You Want by SenLinYu - E, WIP - Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic.

The Alkahest by shadukiam - M, WIP - The Marriage Law, once enacted, has the power to destroy Hermione’s perfectly normal life. Luckily, she and Ron are already planning to obey the horrific law together as a team… Until a Malfoy-shaped wrench gets thrown into the works. Dramione.

The Marriage Decree by Dumbledores_Wisdom - T, WIP - When all eligible wizards and witches are forced to marry in order to increase the population after the war, neither of them thought they’d ever have a chance at happiness again. Especially not with each other but can figuring out the Minister’s ulterior motive behind the decree bring them closer together. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.

An Unexpected Malfoy by RiverWriter - M, WIP - Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can’t ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.

Dancer Adjusting Her Shoulder Strap by adathoroughgood2018 - M, WIP - ‘Well it doesn’t make any difference whether or not Malfoy wants a torrid love affair because he can’t have one on his own.’‘Oh please. Are you trying to insinuate that if he rocked up to you with that face and that body, and said hey Granger let’s do something my Father will never hear about, you would walk away?!’‘I am not going to have a torrid love affair with Malfoy!’‘We’ll see.’ Ginny said knowingly.—Seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry’s dropped a bombshell on everyone. Draco Malfoy’s been recruited as his Auror Partner and ‘he’s not as bad as he used to be’. But if he’s Harry’s problem, why does it constantly seem to fall to Hermione to babysit that bloody ferret? And just how much babysitting is going to be expected of her?

Rewriting Destiny by mayawrites95 (mayarox95) - G, WIP - They all thought after Voldemort’s fall that the world would get better. But they were wrong. The Death Eaters used politics to accomplish what Voldemort never could. And with the dwindling Wizarding population and no one left to fight, there’s only one solution: to go back in time to before Voldemort rose to power, and fix what broke the first time around. Time Travel AU. Nominated for Best James Potter and Best Peter Pettigrew in the 2018 Marauder Medals!

Wolf’s Mate by FictionAficionado - E, WIP - The hunt for the horcruxes has gone on for years while Voldemort wages open war to establish his dominion in the wizarding world. When his men capture Harry Potter’s best friend, he doesn’t think twice before throwing the mudblood to his wolves. However, an unlikely ally emerges in the form of a werewolf. To escape her captors and defeat Voldmort, ever the realist, Hermione can’t afford to dwell on the fact that help comes from the creature that raped and impregnated her.

Tip of My Tongue by Kittenshift17 - M, WIP - When Draco’s wife is caught cheating and pregnant to another man, Draco must fight for custody of his son, Scorpius. Hermione, determined to ensure her son, Aurelian, grows up knowing his brother without Draco finding out, somehow winds up tangled into the middle of Draco’s impending divorce. Can she help it if she also keeps finding herself tangled in his embrace, and liking it?

Worst Mistake by s l y t h e r i n d o l l - M, WIP - One taste and they were both ruined forever…- Lisa