#verse: Daddies little monster

[horrifichaunts]

Elizabeth and Baby tag dump!

[drekkavac-moving]

tag dump ... feel free to disregard.

║▌ verse. 01.  the spy who came in from the cold.    //    main. ║▌ verse. 02.  keep your friends close…but your enemies closer.    //    mafia. ║▌ verse. 03.  not your average jedi.    //    star wars. ║▌ verse. 04.  the world belongs to the dead.    //    zombies. ║▌ verse. 05.  daddy’s little girl hunting monsters.    //    supernatural. ║▌ verse. 06.  and then things got stranger.    //    stranger things. ║▌ verse. 07.  a modernized badass historical fantasy..    //    modern royalty. ║▌ verse. 08.  the rebellious princes…and the strong queen.    //    royalty. ║▌ verse. 09.  are you the hunter? or are you the prey?    //    yellowjackets. ║▌ verse. 10.  sink into the wasteland underneath.    //    fallout. ║▌ verse. 11.  straight outta brooklyn..    //    shameless. ║▌ verse. 12.  sharp blades cutting the ice like a dream.    //    figure skater. ║▌ verse. 13.  silver screen pipe dream.    //    actress. ║▌ verse. 14.  she’s a maniac in the ring.    //    boxer. ║▌ verse. 15.  the little russian firefighter.    //    911. ║▌ verse. 16.  i was hurt by bad men. now i hunt them down.    //    criminal minds.

[anthrcpophagi]

tag dump

[mischiefmanagers]

Azriel Fic Rec Library 🦇💙

In no particular order, here's an extensive list of Azriel x Reader or Azriel x OC fics that I've compiled for those who can't get enough of him. I literally maxed out the number of tags/links you can include on a post for this 😂

🌼 personal favorite 🥀 angst 💞 fluff 🔥 smut

by @acourtofmenandthirst

You Called 🥀💞

by @moonlightazriel

Before you 🔥🥀

The truth about you 🥀💞🔥

The family we choose 💞

by @thelov3lybookworm

I Didn't Ask For This 🌼🥀

Finally Safe 🌼🥀

My brother. 💞

by @writingsbychlo

SWEET LIKE SUGAR 🌼💞🥀

false confessions 🌼🥀

how we survive 🥀

by @readychilledwine

Slow Hands 🌼💞🔥

Bound by Fate 🌼🥀💞🔥

Little Bat, Big Dreams 💞

Beauty in Pain 🥀

Devotion 💞

by @leafsandstarlight

Forced Revelations

by @lalacliffthorne

the basic rules of friendship 💞🔥

motorcycle 💞

by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Hear the lonely cry out 🥀

Can you love me most? 🥀

Baby daddy 💞

by @draemgal

master of disguise 💞

by @azsazz

Nightlight 🥀

Wrong Side of the Right Coin Azriel x Reader x Eris 🥀

Just Hold On 🥀💞

What Lies Ahead

Bleed for Me

by @xoxonyxx

What Should've Been 💞

by @illyrian-dreamer

Spin the bottle 💞🥀

Our girl Azriel x Cassian x Reader 🥀

by @acourtofwhatthefuck

Practice On Me 💞🔥

by @danikamariewrites

Sixth Sense 💞

Shell 💞

Fever Dreams 🥀💞

Please Don't Go 🥀💞

Pointless Fights 🥀

Perfect Princess 💞

by @lidiasloca

more than this 🥀

by @tadpolesonalgae

please... 🌼🥀

washing his wings 💞

Can't Bring Myself To Hate You 🌼🥀🔥

His Personal Assistant

by @mother-above

The Golden Warrior 🌼

by @aquanova99

The Shadow and the Seraphim

by @fieldofdaisiies

Oh Those Romance Novels 🔥

Love's A Burden 🥀

by @ellievickstar

Between Two worlds

by @florence-end

Worst kept secret 💞

Stitch up

by @redheadspark

Reunited 💞🥀

Hold 🥀💞

by @acourtofmarvels

Miracle 🥀

by @bookish-whore

Haunted 🥀

by @honeybeefae

7 Minutes In Heaven 🔥🔥

Shadows of Fire Azriel x Reader x Eris 🔥🔥

by @reverie-verse

Ooops Mating Bond 🌼💞

by @cassiefromhell

Unexpected Azriel x Reader x Eris 💞🥀

by @ladylokilaufeyson5

A Little Helping Hand 🌼💞

I Will Always Find You 💞🥀

by @azrielhours

Soft Spot 🌼🔥💞

I want you to rest 💞🥀

Kiss Thief 💞

Soul Song 💞

Restless Dreams 🥀

Stolen Away 💞

Waiting for You 💞🥀

by @liahaslosthermind

Swarming children and elbows to the face 💞

by @itsphoenix0724

Tickle My Strings 🔥

by @jeannineee

Apology 💞

Umbra et Ventus

Blue and Red Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Stubble 💞

Illyrian Babies Azriel x Cassian x Reader 💞

Closure 🥀🔥

by @violette-hue

Fated 🔥

by @angelshadowsinger

Supposed to Be Together 🥀🔥

Prized Possession 🥀💞

by @callmeblaire

little friends 💞

by @fairydustblossom

tied to you 🥀💞

losing control🥀💞

pre relationship fluff 💞

by @throneofsapphics

up all night Azriel x Reader x Cassian 💞

by @arrantsnowdrop

Starlight 💞

Wrongly Accused 🥀🔥💞

by @clairebear08

Hide and Seek 💞

Betrayal 🥀

by @starlightandsouls

My Angel 💞

Yours To Keep And Cherish 💞

Bookshop Brawls 💞

by @azrielscrown

the secret of seduction 💞🔥

wake me up. 💞

by @glittergelpensblog

Shadow and Song

In the Dark

by @azriels-shadowsinger

brother's best friend 💞

by @xreaderbooks

Two sides 🥀

by @vacant--body

stay with me 🥀🔥

by @whisperingmidnights

We Shall Become Monsters 🌼

by @wishfulwithwine

You Belong With Me 🥀

by @queen--of--shadows

Healing Shadows 🌼

by @ochiolism

winter's frost

[drekkavac-moving]

The  nature  of  their  relationship  would  likely  remain  anyone's  guess  for  some  time.  The  two  of  them  love  this  life  ,    but  both  of  them  had  also  seen  what  happens  when  you  let  yourself  love  someone  ,    only  to  lose  them  in  this  business.  It  was  wrong  ,    but  it  was  all  to  easy  to  let  yourself  believe  that  being  alone  was  easier.  Somehow  safer.  Maybe  in  the  moment  it  felt  safer  ,    but  in  the  long  run  she  knew  that  was  no  way  to  live.  Her  own  parents  were  living  proof  of  that  fact.  Being  alone  wasn't  the  way  to  live.  Trusting  someone  to  have  your  back  was  always  going  to  be  worth  the  heartache  you  felt  when  you  eventually  lost  them.

Anya  took  a  hold  of  him  ,    wincing  slightly  at  the  pain  from  moving ... but  it  wasn't  anything  she  hadn't  been  through  before.  If  there  was  someone  who  could  get  knocked  down  a  hundred  times  ,    &  still  get  back  up ... It  was  Anya.  A  real  pro  at  bring  thrown  about  and  beat  to  shit ... &  still  manage  to  get  back  up  again.

" Wow .. Springin  for  room  service? "    There  was  a  tone  of  disbelief  in  her  voice  as  they  began  their  trek  back  to  the  car  ,    &  then  from  there  ,    the  motel.  Room  service  wasn't  something  they  usually  sprang  for.  It  was  too  expensive  for  what  it  was.  The  main  draw  being  the  convenience  factor  of  not  having  to  leave.  A  convenience  factor  they  happened  to  need  right  now ... But  Anya  wasn't  about  to  miss  the  opportunity  to  poke  some  fun  at  Dean.  Even  while  barely  limping  along.    " You  finally  treating  me  to  a  date  Winchester? "

@oozeyboozey

It took a special kind of stupid to stay in the hunting business long-term the way they did, and it was a quality they shared. Probably the craziest part was that Dean admired it in her even as he worried for her safety. He might not be able to look at himself and see a hero, but there was no doubt in his mind that Anya was.

It hadn't escaped Dean's noticed that things had shifted for them too. He was doing his best to ignore it because changing their relationship would only complicate things, but he was lying to himself if he thought he could ignore it forever. His heart had always been his biggest strength and his biggest weakness. He cared about them.

He wrapped an arm around her waist to help her get to her feet. He could carry her to the car but wouldn't make her suffer the indignity of it unless he had to. "Yeah? Maybe we'll even go nuts and call room service. You've earned it."

[sandwitchstories]

Monster In the Middle

Hello, Hello! Here is the next installment in my series of drabbles, headcannons and one shots about Dad!Sukuna!

For more adventures with Mouse and Dad!Sukuna, check out my Daddy Duty Series on my AO3 - Here! )

Authors note: Okay… Look, I know when I started this whole Daddy Duty series I swore there would be no running story but lets face it… now that we named her (Mouse), we have to keep her. So what do you guys say to more adventures in Mouse's Mini-verse?

If you prefer to read on AO3 click here !

Summary: Sukuna has long since grown accustomed to being woken out of his sleep by any number of things. However, this is a first. His position has been usurped, and by none other than his 2 year old daughter.

WC: 750+

CW: Reader is referred to as Mama but not described, toddler dad Sukuna, girl dad!sukuna, true form Sukuna (4 arms), it's pretty much just plain Dilf Sukuna fluff and crack, he thinks she got the sass from you but he's pretty damn sassy if you ask me...

Since the first time Sukuna allowed himself to sleep beside you, he had become accustomed to waking up in a state of confusion. It occurred even more often now that his daughter was an expert at escaping wherever she was put to sleep. (He was pretty sure they couldn't build a prison that would be able to keep her inside at this point. Handy when she was older, frustrating as a toddler.)

The first time he woke in confusion was that first morning he woke up to the weight and warmth of you in his arms. The second time was confusion at your kissing him all over his face because you said (a direct quote etched into his brain forever) that he looked “beautiful.” How could a seasoned and feared warrior with his unique body traits ever forget someone calling him beautiful and meaning it with true sincerity in their eyes and heart?

But not all wake ups were so sweet. He had woken up to you loudly doing things, seemingly just to get to him to wake up. (Many years later he knew it was unintentional. It was just that you were absolutely incapable of doing things quietly.) He had woken up to you shoving him away because of something he did in your dreams. He had woken up to you licking his nose, biting his arm, and many number of other things he couldn't remember now. But suffice it to say you kept his life interesting and your daughter followed in your footsteps.

But still, this was a first... Sukuna, the over 7 foot tall, 4 armed, 4 eyed menace to society, the King of Curses and Deadly Poisons, the strongest sorcerer in history and obviously the big damn spoon was currently displaced... usurped from his rightful position in his own damn bed.

Sukuna… had become the middle spoon.

You were spooned in his arms right where you were supposed to be. But Mouse had maneuvered herself during the night to currently be attached to the back of his neck and shoulders, drooling and snoring away, apparently making baby's first attempt at being the big spoon.

He carefully reached behind himself and removed the adorable goblin before setting her down in your arms. Impressed with himself for moving her without waking her, he settled back down to go back to sleep. But seconds later his revelry was shattered. 

Tiny hands pushed at his arm and then his chest, giving him a stubborn but barely conscious glare. “Move Papa.”

“What did you say?” He asked softly, determined to at least not wake you.

“Move Papa, please,” she repeated, shoving again at his chest.

“That wasn't what I meant, Mouse.” 

If Mouse was anything, she was determined. She clamored over you, carefully for a toddler, and used her feet too. She was on a mission and she was undeterred. 

Sukuna gave up, scooting back just a little and letting her worm her way between the two of you. He watched as she settled down and closed her eyes. Spoiled rotten. That is what she was. 

He gave a little chuckle and closed his eyes. Finally. He could get back to-

“Papa.” 

Are you fucking kidding me? “What?!”

“You're doing it wrong,” his little girl said in a sleepy whine.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He stared at the back of his daughter's head with amazement. She definitely had inherited your audacity. 

Her little hand reached back and fumbled around until she found his hand resting on your hip. She grabbed onto it and pulled at one of his large fingers with her tiny hand. He was about to say something when she rested his hand on your side so his arm was draped over her too.

“Like this, Papa.” She gave a big sigh as if the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders. “Love you, Papa…”

“And I you, little mouse,” he let out a soft chuckle. 

He rearranged his hands so one remained on your side, his large arm draped over you both, keeping the two of you close. His now free hand ran fingers gently through his daughter's pink hair that matched his own. He laid a gentle kiss to the back of her tiny head before closing his eyes.

While so far it seemed that he had only contributed his pink hair to the tiny menace now sawing logs like a 60 year old man, but he loved her just as fiercely as he loved you. His precious little chaos gremlin. Perfect in every way. Just like you.

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a croissant and red velvet cake please!?!?

[Afab reader]

Just thinking about being obsessed with sucking their dick! And they can talk about anything because you just get so dumb and empty-headed when you suck cock!! Like imagine sucking Rishen's cock and Jingyi walks in to talk to him! And you take a second time to notice Jingyi is in the room!! And you get so pouty when you pull yourself away to ask

"Huh? What happened?"

And Rishen will just coo at you, stroking your cheek with her thumb while he tells you

"Nothing baby, keep going."

AAAHHH!! And you do!! But then you realize that Jingyi is right there!! So what's even better than sucking one cock!? Sucking three!!:D So when you pull away this time you won't be so pouty, and you'll look at Jingyi expectantly, and he'll already know what you want!!

"Oh sweetheart, I'm a bit too busy for that."

And you'll just stare at him with big eyes and a pout because you just wanna suck his dick!!:( Sure you're holding Rishen's cock in one hand, but you have another for a reason!!!>:[

"Please daddy?"

And if he wasn't hard before, he sure is now. You already had him when he saw you between Rishen's legs, if we're being honest here. He just likes teasing you. Rishen would tug at the scalp of your hair, snapping your head towards her.

"You haven't forgotten about me have you, carino?"

And you'll just shake your head and get right back to sucking his cock!! You don't want her thinking you're neglecting her!!:( But you also don't wanna neglect Jingyi!! So you'll pull your panties down for him so he can use whatever hole he wants!!:D You just like getting stuffed full of their cocks!!

-🍄

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 209 jìngyí & rishen ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 mad scientist x reader, mad doctor x reader, spider monster x reader, moth monster x reader, mantis x reader, snake monster x reader, yanderes x reader, villains x reader, cw: blowjob, oral fixation, double penetration, tendril fucking, cum eating. ꒱

they both find you absolutely adorable. with your sheer need to have their cocks down your throat or pumping at it until you can taste their cum.

this time is no different. rishen strokes his hand through your hair. groaning softly at your skilled lips and uttering hushed praises to you before he’s glancing over at jìngyí and continuing their conversation about the newest experiment.

you don’t have the slightest clue of what they’re talking about. of course you don’t! you’re too busy trying to be a good darling and suck off your lover’s cock in the way that makes him buck his hips.

oh you get so happy when he stutters a thrust. lets you know just how well you’re doing.

when you slip your panties down you feel a smooth appendage down below. yelping when you realise one of rishen’s tendrils ventured between your legs.

this is the only time you’ll part from his cock. a bit of drool on your lips as you huff at him.

“don’t be greedy,”

you give his tip a little tap with your index - and his grin will turn into a laugh. oh, you’re so adorable.

“mhhm, sorry love. can’t help it.”

he’d withdraw just as you feel jìngyí filling you to the brim. pulling your body up and over the other chair so that he does not have to kneel.

“oh you are such a good sweetheart, aren’t you?”

the doctor smiles. reaching forward to play with your head and guide your mouth back down his husband’s cock. he’d lean over to give rishen a quick kiss before they continue their conversation.

all while you’re there between them. getting filled in both holes and completely oblivious to the talk. you don’t care. as long as you’re brimming full.

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

i feel like "the perfect soulmate of an abuser is someone easy to abuse" is sm more interesting if you frame it as like. "the soulmate of someone vulnerable/insecure is an abuser".. lmk if this is just me projecting but the idea that like. self realisation and recognising you can choose your person i feel is potentially such an important lesson for anyone in pieces verse who just accepts that their abusive partner is the one for them just because theyre soulmates, like you are the right person for them because you need to learn to value yourself before you can be happy with anyone

very good way of framing it! okay so this is about to get kind of paleophilosophical and a little bit religious so bear with me

in a lot of religions in antiquity (and my specialty is indo-european so thats where im coming from) there is a pervasive theme of things that are both opposite and twin to each other. Apollo and Artemis, Manu and Manavi, Romulus and Remus, the World Tree and the Well Beneath, Manos and Yemos, even Hera and Zeus

this is the basic idea im trying to get across with soulmates and pieces - pairs of people that are, through either differences or similarities or both, uniquely suited to pair. and 'paired' not necessarily mean healthy or good

in a perfect world, Jo having more trust for Leona than anyone and Leona being ride or die for her would have given them an unbreakable bond and they could have been true girlboss yuri unity. instead, Leona's unwavering loyalty meant never pushing back even when Jo needed her to, and Jo trusted Leona the most but still not enough to listen if if Leona had said something. in this, they are matched for better or worse

in a perfect world, perhaps Trista is a mid 20-something who takes control of her reproductive and financial rights by taking Winston as a noble sugar daddy, and he is content to provide for her without expectation, or some other similar scenario. instead winston is a monster, who is suited to having someone to control. In both scenarios, Trista is someone who needs security and arguably rescue, the difference in the second is that she needs is from Winston.

And she does, technically, get it by matching to Winston! i made a 'traffic cone orange = warning' joke but im honestly thinking of it more like a target or even a beacon. something that says 'i am in need of help, someone help me.' because there's nothing wrong with needing help, or rescue, or to be saved.

all of which is to say that what trista needed, really, was to be set free. in perfect world, Winston would have done it, but in this one his 'perfect' role is to to trigger it, so Trista can grow strong enough to decide she doesnt need a pair at all.

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

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Hi there! I'm Cherry or Cherri! I'm a female artist from Utah who loves ninja turtles, vampires, 80s glam, and cheesy early 2000 crime shows!

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[evansbuck-ley]

I have become obsessed with the Henry verse!! It's so cute it makes my heart melt! I was just wondering what's Henry's reaction to being a big brother now??

oh henry is obsessed with rosie

so the day that she was surrounded at the fire station henry was with his grampy bobby. they had been busy all afternoon in bobby’s vegetable garden so henry was completely clueless to what his dads were getting up to back at the 118. it wasn’t until much later he started getting an inkly that something was going on, bc he’s 5 and a half now, he was a clever boy. bobby excused himself from dinner and went into the other room to answer his phone. henry could hear mumbles from the other room but athena was still sat there doing her best to distract him.

when bobby came back to the kitchen he announced, sleep over and henry was thrilled bc more time with grampy bobby!! after dinner bobby tucked him into bed and told him that they were going to meet someone very special the next day and henry was beyond excited.

the next day bobby drives them to the hospital, buck and tommy still had paper work to fill out and a social worker had to do a home visit before they could take her home. when bobby carried henry into the small private room that the one of the nurses had set up for them, the boy was practically vibrating. bobby put henry down on the floor and took off running to where his daddy was sat cradling rosie. tommy scooped him up before he had the chance to collide into bucks legs.

they tell her she is his baby sister and henry just starts gushing over her, when is she coming home daddy? can i hold her? she’s so little daddy. do you think she will come and watch the monster trucks with us and uncle eddie papa?

as they grow up henry’s is just as obsessed, he’s her protector, her first best friend. he plays princess with her when she’s four, he help her with her math homework when she’s six, he’s there when she gets her heart broken for the first time when she’s 13. he loves her as much as a big brother can love his littler sister.

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch 12 -The Feeling of Safety

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, Vladcard (that’s right, daddy makes his appearance), predator/prey, hunting, ruthless vampire king, romance, Romanian translations Words: 4855 On AO3

I am so excited to finally present this chapter! The premise was planned from the beginning and living rent-free in my head (happy to evict it at last) since I decided to extend this series months ago. I hope you like it! I am no history buff, but I did some light reading on Vlad and the contents of this chapter are also based on how Alucard behaves in Ultimate. A bit nervous, but I hope I got the feels right.

Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival, fellow Chinese and (other nationalities) who celebrate this occasion! The full moon was beautiful.

Many thanks to @michi-tala for helping me with fine-tuning the Romanian phrases!  @alastorhazbin

“You really are a king?" You asked, incredulous. 

How could this be? A king should be the inspirational leader who guides his nation through strife and peace to glory, the shining star who navigates the tumultuous waters of diplomacy and the horrors of battlefields. A ruler with the intellect to create and uphold the laws, social institutions, and infrastructure to bring about prosperity. He should be someone well-versed in the art of war, yet mannered and cultured to mingle with others in his high society of privilege. 

In other words, someone not quite like Alucard The Boor, who was inflexible about negotiations, poorly socialized, and a stalker to boot. What kind of king had the time to stalk some peasant woman for two years just for fun?

You however had to reconsider your conclusions. The longer you stared at that cocky profile, the more obvious it became that if you squinted, there perhaps was something a little regal about him. He was certainly not lacking in intelligence. And sometimes he demonstrated highly sophisticated mannerisms when he felt like playing the gentleman. He even spoke like a snobby British aristocrat.

Alucard chuckled to himself quietly at your racing thoughts. His eyes closed at the distant recollection of his past. At nearly six centuries of age, he found himself often ruminating about the past, whether as a human or vampire, but when pondering his first life, it was like reliving someone else’s. He remembered the anger, pain, and humiliation vividly. There was regret about his upbringing and later decisions as voivode, even if there were those actions during his reign that were necessary for the survival of his country and Christianity, and parts of Europe continued to view him as a hero to this day. But it all happened so long ago, he barely felt anything anymore, except a faraway, numb regret. 

He was silent when recalling the fresh woodsy scent of the fir trees in his mountains. How he loved to ride through their forests with the wind in his face when he went hunting. His city Târgoviște possessed beauty beyond imagination, before he burnt it down and turned it into a desolate forest of corpses. Perhaps there was some melancholy when reminiscing about his homeland.

Warm fingers landed lightly on the sigils adorning the back of his gloves. Feline eyes opened to narrow slits to watch you looking at him with a questioning stare. It seemed you were finished with mocking his ways in your head.

Flattering child. Innocent little human. You know not of the monster you have involved yourself with, he thought.

“Cetatea (Citadel) Poenari sat atop the mountains. In its prime, it was an impregnable fortress with steep walls that offered a spectacular view of the forested canyon on the Argeș River. You would have appreciated its beauty.”

“Was that your home?” You asked.

“One of them. Its ruins are in what is now known as Romania.”

Wide eyes stayed on him before curving with merriment. “I think I would love to visit your old home one day.” Your wrist flicked in his direction to gesture at his dress clothes. “Did you look like this back then too? There’s no way you dressed this loudly then, right, Your Majesty?” You snickered while putting emphasis on his royal title.

He turned his hand over to grasp your fingers in his. “You wish to see me? All of me?" His brow rose as he evaluated you.

The room chilled suddenly and you hesitated. His shadow was facing toward the light, reaching for you, and the silhouette was wrong. You’ve already seen his flowing shadows, extra eyes, and bats, as well as when he assumed the face of another man. Was there more? Something forbidding was in the air.

“Umm…not the bugs. Please never the bugs again,” you whispered, trying to keep the mood easy tonight.

The orangey-yellow in his eyes spun like molten gold as he petted your fingers before lacing your hands together. Alucard leaned towards you, and as he did, he changed. This was important. Somehow you knew what Alucard was about to show you was intimate, a secret he did not carelessly share with others. You stopped breathing as you watched his transformation happen before your eyes.

Raven locks lengthened until his hair was past his thighs, phantom wind making the ends billow in the air like they were alive. Gangly arms filled out, his chest growing broad and putting on hard muscle in seconds. His red duster turned liquid and flowed over the heavy armour that materialized, settling into a black cape that was as intangible as his tresses at the frayed, surging ends.  

His angular features grew wider at the cheeks, jawline becoming chiselled and covered with coarse stubble. The fiery gaze burned with wisdom and life experience. You had no words as you got a better look at this imposing man who now stood towering over you with his arms at his side.

"This was how I appeared as a human when I perished."

You stared at him from the couch, sitting with your legs in front of you in a “W.” Your mouth was parted as your eyes slid sluggishly over this dark warrior with disbelief. Power rolled off of him. It was in his bearing, the deadly grace with which he conducted himself, and the way the air was not quite right around him.

"You really are breathtakingly beautiful," you told him. 

Alucard purred at your praise and your skin tingled. His rumblings were deeper than normal and it was so unexpected despite his now stockier build. 

“...May I… touch you?” 

Golden-orange glinted with warmth as this stranger stooped down for you to inspect his new body. You tentatively brought your hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. Cold. This Alucard’s skin was still cool to touch. The texture though, that beard was so scratchy. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was as soft as you remembered, but now so long you didn’t even reach the ends with your arm fully extended. 

His name was an anagram. Alucard was a Romanian vampire. Your idiot brain finally made the connection that was in front of you this whole time.

“...You actually are Dracula?” The Son of the Dragon, a king and warlord from the Middle Ages. Probably one of the oldest –and strongest– of vampires.

“You are speaking to Count Dracula of Wallachia.”

You shivered at his voice. Even his accent was different, so foreign and exotic. It did things to you, but your mind had always been stronger.

If memory served you correctly, history did not have favourable things to say about the real Dracula. The Sir Impaler staked people, including women and children, for all sorts of reasons and no reason as well –as a gruesomely effective warfare tactic, for sport, and petty offences alike. He was the king who invited the sick and homeless to his keep for a feast and burnt them alive as a way to empty the streets.

“Yes, I commanded all of those acts in my past life.”

Fright blemished your features and you jerked away until Dracula’s gauntlet shot out to catch you and bring your palm back to his face. He took in the thin line your lips formed and the furrowed brows around your spooked gaze. 

“But that will not be a fate reserved for you,” he promised with a sombre expression. Your eyes searched his face to judge his sincerity, wanting more than anything to continue trusting him after learning his identity, even when forced to confront the reality of the nature of your relationship. 

It was wrong.

The king before you stood tall, his dignified comportment unwavering after the passage of centuries of grim tales told about him. He did not lie to you, nor did he offer excuses for himself. His noble features, proud and uncompromising, were solemn as you contemplated him. 

Alucard never lifted a finger against you.

The warlord’s wicked piety preceded him, his prestige vicious and calculated. Any means to achieve his ends, which left ruination in his wake. Everywhere he went, he sowed destruction and instilled fear, even amongst his own people. 

He was not mentally well.

If Alucard did not care for you, you would be worse off than dead. 

Yes, by showing how he was a murderous vampire, an undead hellspawn who didn't die when he was supposed to.

He was violent and dangerous. What in the world were you doing with him?

You had your wellbeing and that of your family to worry about. What if entwining your fate with his ended in trouble that somehow found its way to them? Even as Alucard, he could be sadistic, harassing and nearly driving you to madness long ago. He continued to enjoy aggravating you and at times made you angry beyond belief.

You should not be with him. Tears came to your eyes.

But time and time again, Alucard came to protect you and went out of his way to take steps ensuring your safety and comfort. He looked after you when you were incapable and let you in on secrets about himself.

You fought with yourself. Alucard and this stranger before you were in fact one and the same. For all his nefarious ways, he did have honour, in his own twisted way. 

You were past the point of right or wrong.

The heart was never rational. You wanted to remain with him. So with an uncertain quivering heart, you chose him too. You got on your knees and went up to this infamous veteran to huddle against his chest, needing to see if the sense of security you felt whenever Alucard was near was present with this form of his too. You couldn’t even look at him.

Vermilion flames smouldered gently without your notice.

A hand went delicately across your back to hold you close for several moments before tracing along your shoulder blades. An arm went around you and settled at your waist. Then multiple shadow tendrils wrapped you loosely around the ankles, thighs, and biceps. You shuddered at the electric contact with his darkness. Prickly stubble dug into your chin as this king claimed your lips for his own. He was as gentle as Alucard. It was comforting and eased your unsettled thoughts.

You finally pulled apart.

“You are timid with me,” he announced, breastplate vibrating with the bass of his voice. 

“Everything we do is new,” you said as you put your arms around an icy plated torso and watched the end of his cape twirl. His lips chased yours as you looked away again. Relaxing into his embrace, you whispered, ”I can’t believe you are real,” as if speaking louder would make him disappear like a mirage.

“The legends have a basis.”

He ran the backside of an armoured finger across your cheek. His expression was soft as you met his gaze again, nothing as severe as his rugged appearance suggested. The shadows enveloping your limbs flared.

“What say you? Would you like to be one of my kind?"

Huh? He meant…he meant turning you into a vampire? And offering you eternity?

Again you tensed. He was serious. The weight of his question hung in the air between you until you gulped and averted your eyes, nervousness tainting the air thickly.

"I suppose it is too soon to ask you this." The hand came to rest on your head where he ruffled your hair. You glanced up at him in surprise.

Dracula smiled at you. "My Darling."

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The gleaming silver orb above loomed large, illuminating the navy skies with an ethereal haze. The moon was full, just like that first night, so clear you could see every crater on her surface. Your anxiety around Dracula gradually dissipated. He had a much quieter disposition than the normal him, but honestly, a break from his usual provocative ways was appreciated. He was still the same person, you reminded yourself. You began to close the distance between you incrementally and walk closer until you brushed his side with every stride.

It was not yet Halloween. Actually, it was nowhere near that month of haunting. Anyone who happened upon the pair of you would find his full body armour odd. It was mildly ironic for you to comment about Alucard’s unconventional clothing, only for his ‘true’ appearance to be just as outlandish for these modern times. What did you expect? It seemed the king captured people’s attention no matter what he did in whichever era.

The relaxing stroll was picturesque. For once, the streetlights functioned as they should and lit up the quaint storefronts without Alucard’s interference. The boulevards were clean and the summer air fresh, but clamorous with singing crickets. The engines of the occasional car rumbled in the distance and punctured the tranquility. The first vampire let you lead the walk, wordlessly following you through every turn as he sensed your worries ebb with each passing minute, enjoying the way you eventually bumped against him with each step. 

A warm breeze brought the perfume of the faint sweat trailing behind you into his sinuses. His vampiric senses were hyper-aware of your presence, such as how your little heart pumped hot blood through your veins with each thud while you continued to wander.

How he missed roaming the nights together.

Vampires were natural hunters. It couldn’t be helped. Orange gold deepened into a lustrous crimson as his pupils narrowed into predatory slits.

Alucard was no longer beside you. There was only empty space and silence when even the insects fell quiet. Spinning around to seek him, you heard heavy purring in your head as fallen leaves rustled about in a swirling circle around you. 

"What are you waiting for Dear? RUN." A pointy nose poked your ear.

Jumping at the familiar voice, you felt the solid presence of him sighing into your ear from behind as he purred and nudged you.

Oh? He wanted to play? You unfroze with a smile, not needing to be instructed again. You took off, but it was different this time. You were able to see your path well enough to not trip over yourself, rapidly finding a way from the streets where the stray vehicle still roved and into pedestrian side roads.

Unlike past chases, there was no panic or fear. Despite your earlier misgivings, you could barely even remember why you were terrified of Alucard stalking you after all this time together. As you zipped through the desolate night streets, your heart pounded with exhilaration the longer you ran. It felt good to set aside your worries for now and just enjoy your time together. 

Alucard, you are here?

The shadows followed you with ease in the corners of your eyes. The rich, sanguine glow to their edges was a dead giveaway. You laughed as you took a turn leading you someplace you've never been before in the dead of night. With the knowledge that Alucard was with you, the night became a game full of mystery and adventure. 

He caught you by the waist, hauling you back to his chest while the arm that held you slowly slipped up your torso until he seized your breasts. The wandering hands were metallic and frigid against your skin. 

“If this was a real hunt, it would have concluded. It'd be sensible to surrender yourself to me now.” 

You squirmed in his hold with a breathless titter, earning a hiss in your ear and a lick to your cheek before he let you go. You giggled and used the opportunity to slither away and scamper off.

You ran and ran from his harrying; repeatedly he would catch and wrestle with you before you were released. The most brazen event was when he suddenly appeared and let you run face first into him, then stroked languidly down your rear until you found your bearings and escaped. How he taunted you.

Eventually you came to a stop when your breath escaped in soft pants, shirt clinging with your exertion. You looked around for somewhere else to go and perhaps hide so your vampire had to search before bolting again when you didn’t find a spot to your satisfaction. You didn't know where you were going at all, just making turn after turn wherever you could –through unlit alleys and parks and crossing under bridges, until you arrived at a ravine to recover. 

The vampire was nowhere to be seen. You snickered upon hearing something drop and a crackle in the dark. "Y–you don't scare me anymore. Just come out," you gasped out. 

Words that were spoken too soon. Trouble slid out of the shadows as several ruffians leered at you. Forcibly exhaling, you inched back at their appearances, ready to dash away in the direction you came from. Needles, used condoms, and other garbage littered the ground and the air was dank with the stench of old urine and vomit. So you stumbled into the derelict quarters of society’s undesirables, but you did not want their acquaintance.

"Leaving so soon, pretty bird?" One of the skinnier blokes sneered. He was covered in ugly tattoos.

“Why don’t you stay awhile and keep us company?” Another said. He was just as ratty as the first, but smiled as he approached. Their sinister intentions were clear as day, despite the false nicety.

“Yeah, we don’t often have the pleasure of such lovely companionship.” The third stood back where it was too dark to distinguish his features.

I do not appreciate others interrupting my hunt. Leave. 

The muted voice simultaneously thundered and the brutes shouted at the vacant surroundings.

“Who’s there?” 

“Piss off, wanker!” Tough words from the men, but you were already apprehensive not for yourself, but them.

The shadows at your feet bubbled up. 

“What the fuck?!” One of the hooligans hollered in shock at the mass of darkness that grew from the ground in front of you. He glanced back at his friends before squaring his shoulders.

The man crashed into an ancient conifer and was held there several feet off the ground, gasping for breath as he was slowly flattened –his face gave in first, the nose and lips crumbling inwards. It was as if he was submitted to the work of a hydraulic press. He heaved with effort to break free as his eyes bulged and his chest squeezed tight, unable to even scream under the crushing compression.

As you watched in shock, the death happened too quickly to process, yet like time slowed for you as well. His head popped like a gusher with blood jetting from both ears. You saw every detail as the ruffian's body was squashed by an invisible force until even his bones gave out and he became a splatter of viscera decorating the bark. Only a hand remained intact, but even that snapped at the wrist without a surface behind it to counteract the pressure.

You screamed at the crunching horror when it finally ended with a wet splat. 

Alucard rescued you yet again. He appeared nonchalant about his victim's barbaric demise, his stance at complete ease.

“!!!” Your would-be assailants were initially speechless as they jittered back at the supernatural display of violence.

One of the remaining men sniffled, swiping his nose as he howled,  “Arsehole!”

There was white powder dusting the ground and around their nostrils. They were high, which explained the ongoing aggression and bravado as knives came out. Your gaze flickered up to Alucard’s face.

You knew that maniacal grin, the one that reminded you of when you first saw him at work. No. All your fears about him resurfaced. You forgot how to breathe as you darted in front of him to cling to his arm. 

"You can't kill them!" You yelled.

Being with him was wrong.

He paused, the king's gaze sliding to yours with a bored expression. "Why?" He drawled callously.

He was violent and dangerous.

“Because you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why?"

Omfg did Alucard think he was the Terminator? As ridiculous as the exchange was, this was no movie. Alucard’s eyes narrowed as a savage aura flared and pulsed with danger when the remaining two men floundered backwards in jerky movements. Perhaps their sense of self-preservation was still existent.

Dracula’s baleful glare did not conceal his wrath. These worthless lowlives dared not only threaten you, but if it weren't for his presence, they would have violated you in the most disgusting of ways in this dirty scum hole. He knew it, because he could sense their base desires and the opportunistic evil that lay dormant within them. He too was a creature of the abyss who knew darkness when he encountered it. 

Unspeakable rage tainted his thoughts with promised violence. Their perverted longings were the ultimate transgression against you. It was unforgivable. You may be soft and kind, but he was not known for mercy. Rapists should be staked and displayed for others as a warning. 

There were millions of other ways he could end them and The Impaler started listing them. He could telepathically wipe their memories and order them gone, which was always the simplest solution when it came to nosy humans, but he wanted these ones dead.

He lifted his hand before you desperately caught it between both of yours and pushed it down, hoping to hold him back. Your stomach churned from his glower as you imagined what he was going to do to them. How many times was he going to shoot them? Or was he going to rip them apart with his bare hands instead? Would there even be anything left of them when he was satisfied with the mutilation?

“They didn’t do anything to me, I’m okay! Let’s just go home!” You pleaded.

“You do not get to decide who must die, draga mea."

"ALUCARD!"

"Alucard is not here right now." 

Wha-

The crimson gaze flicked back up at the interlopers and blazed with fury as the pair of imbeciles decided it was prudent to use your interference with his punishment as a means to flee. Their human movements were sluggish to his vision and reflexes anyways. He knew their intentions the moment they thought it, caught the twitching of muscles as they began to turn and run in slow motion. Cowards who could not even face their well-deserved execution.

So they should lose their legs first. 

They froze after mistakenly meeting Death’s gaze and receiving the order to remain motionless. The shadows licked at his feet and twisted, rising to whip about in the air. 

Shit. But –this was your vampire. At the same time, this was evidently someone else, a warrior. A king. How were you supposed to address him? Your Majesty? Dracula? That was his title and name. But what was his name? You were frantic. Think! What was it again?! 

"...Vlad…Please don't do this, I beg you…" Hauling all your weight, you threw yourself at him, the tears now falling freely as his tendrils stretched and lashed towards his latest quarries. How did it go from a beautiful moonlit walk together to this bloodbath?!

Through the fog of his ire drifted another scent beyond the putrid fear of his prey. Your fear. He saw the dread in your eyes. Countless others have made the same face while grovelling at his feet for mercy. You however, were not begging for yourself, but the remaining rotten swine behind you. He growled with displeasure at what you asked of him, the mind running feral with imagery of what he wanted to do, waiting impatiently for the miscreants to give him another reason to end them.

The Nosferatu glanced back at you. Your face was the same as that time, when he vanquished the undead that hunted you. He really was a monster. You were afraid of him. 

Upon realizing you had your vampire’s attention, you tried to reach him further. “Just…just take the blood of the one who's already dead. And then…" your voice cracked and dropped to a whisper. "Let's go home. Please."

He focused on everything that was you, on the salt of your tears and sweat overlying body lotion. Your desperation. In the background were the pungent stench of gore and the unwashed bodies of men. The king growled as he stared at you again. It was your second thoughts about what you were getting yourself into by being with him that did it. He snuffed out his need to kill as he came back to himself.

You were petrified about what was next, but Dracula won’t let you regret your decision to stay. He did not wish to prove your trust in him was misplaced or that your reservations about him were well-founded. 

“Since this is one of the only requests my darling little human has ever made of me, I shall grant clemency this time,” he snarled through razor teeth. The paralyzed men cowered at the demon in front of them, at last recognizing how close to Death’s door they came. 

"Vermin such as yourselves aren't worth the effort anyways." The unholy king’s eyes glowed with a hellish light. "Leave," he commanded. 

Under hypnotism, a ring of scarlet surrounded their irises and the thugs slunk away with a dazed expression. They were at last permitted to go through with their flight and disappear back into the bowels of London as his gaze bore holes through the backs of their skulls.

The danger passed. You were hiding behind the vampire, who felt your anxiety when his attention turned back to you. He could not fault your distaste for brutality and death. Despite his blinding fury moments ago, he was unable to maintain his anger with you. His expression lightened.

Silence. 

You licked your lips, trembling with a bone-deep fear you hadn't felt in a long time. “Are you not going to drink his blood?" Staring everywhere except at your saviour, you eyed the corpse of squished organs, bones, and flesh painting the vegetation.

"Do you seek your meals from the gutter?" He snorted, eying the pile with disdain. "Besides… you are more than enough." The vampire grinned, a single fang glinting in the gloom like he just told you the best inside joke.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected change in atmosphere from the offhand comment. Alucard and his mood swings. 

Taking a deep breath to soothe yourself, the tension was slow to leave you. You looked at him again. "Thank you for stopping," you told him with honest relief.

"Little one, you are safe when you walk the night with me. Nothing will harm you," he said as he faced you fully and brushed your cheeks gently.

You held his hand to your face, opening it up and leaning your cheek into the icy steel. He took a step to his right to block the view when you tried to examine the remains of the body turned into slush. A layer of clouds blocked the meager light of the moon so you couldn’t see it anyways. All you saw was the sunset in your vampire’s eyes.

You gulped. The eldritch power surrounding the vampire wrapped around you, and instinctively you knew it was cold, but you felt warm and safe on the inside. It felt like you were home. 

"I believe you." You took the single step to close the distance between you and pressed up flush against the vampire.

Affection kindled in those stunning eyes. There it was, behind the face of another man, this ruthless king, was the Alucard you knew and fell for. Your expression broke as you buried your face in his chest, needing reassurance as the mess that came to pass tonight caught up with you.

He was caressing your head again, tousling it to the beat of your heart when you peeked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. Resplendent little human, he will shelter you from the horrors of the world.

"Luna vieții mele."

"Pardon?"

"Tu ești luna vieții mele."

You blinked in confusion, straining to try catching the gist of his words, but it was hopeless. Fortunately many Latin languages share some similarities. You were reasonably sure he mentioned the moon.

"Și fără tine, nu există lumină."

How infuriating. If there was something Vlad wanted to say to you, he could just do so directly instead of using a foreign language you didn’t understand for dramatic effect.

"What does that mean?"

He gave you a cryptic smile and offered his arm. “It is time to return." 

Yeah right, like hell it did. He said a lot more words than if he was just talking about going home. You stared at the outstretched arm of a gallant Medieval man, brows crinkling when he did not elaborate. It seemed you would have to figure out the meaning yourself.

You curled in to stay close to him, placing your hand on his arm and weaving your fingers around the crook of Dracula’s elbow so he could lead you home through the dark of night.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 13- TBD? "Stargazers in Romania"

Notes: Alucard really doesn’t like rapists.

Even knowing Alucard shapeshifts, it’ll take getting used to his other forms. It’d be weird if someone just accepts another body/face/voice/personality as their SO upon the first time meeting them, right? At least I think so. The Count is ‘her’ Alucard, for now at least.

This chapter isn't meant to be a character analysis of the historical person's actions, but more the reservations a rational person should have when deciding whether to stay as freaking Vlad III Dracula's SO.

It is admittedly a bit cliche that Alucard is always just in time to save the Reader from her demise, but in my other Hellsing work, she names him her “guide and guardian (angel).” The title is well-deserved.

*The next chapter will be delayed because I will be going on my honeymoon for several weeks. I’ll likely be able to fit in some writing time as we travel between countries. I’ll probably also be using that time to continue planning Part 2 of this story (we aren’t there yet). Yes that’s right, Millennium will feature in this fic, although I will only loosely follow the canon Ultimate events and be taking some liberties with how vampire things work.*

Buckle up, we’re only about half-way. I estimate there to be around 23-26 or so chapters in total to complete this fic, although later chapters will likely be shorter.

[seabysiren]

141 Task Force Streamer AU!!!

the ghost force channel began with just you and Simon in the beginning. simon came to you with a proposal after hearing some of his coworkers chatting idly on their break.

simon works his ass off since graduation. he had to. to get him mom out of that hell hole. to help his drug addict of a brother.

normally he would’ve rolled his eyes at the slackers, but the conversation caught his interest. that someone could make a living off of playing video games and whatever else. (he had to search up markiplier and pewdiepie to fully understand)

simon had to ask you about the idea. he wasn’t the best versed in technology, nor did he have good, working computer. (each time he booted up the old hand me down laptop it sounded like it was about to blast off into space.)

you had jumped at the idea. you nodded happily as he slowly explained what he had overheard. then shyly asked if he could borrow your pc.

it was kinda funny though. simon would whip out his glasses and squint at the screen as you taught him the basics of how to video record and download games.

when you first opened the editing software he just slowly looked at you. blinking slowly like a cat. there was no way he was gonna be able to understand all this.

so you promised you would learn just for him.

it took a few recordings of you and him messing around to finally get him comfortable talking into a microphone. because this man doesn’t talk. he just sits in silence and observes most of the time.

you jokingly call him grandpa. in return he just gives you this dead stare.

it took a lot of time to think about the channel name. simon didn’t want it to sound dumb, nor too try hard. (you teased him about the new lingo)

he settled with ghost. because if this didn’t work out, he would just disappear. and because this was a side gig, something bound to fail.

you tacked on force at the end because you knew. you knew that whoever was going to watch his first video is gonna be a simp. I mean, have you heard his voice??

the first video recording was around thirty minutes of good old minecraft. seemed popular enough. and paired with simon’s deep voice and his dry humor, it was all set to go.

you reassuringly rubbed his back when he posted the first video. you could see in his eyes and from the way he wrung his hands he was a bit nervous.

that same day you ushered him home to rest.

that same night was when it began.

the simping.

you had to filter the majority of the comments in the beginning because you just didn’t have the heart to show him all the thirsty comments about his raspy, deep voice.

he was just happy to have a bit of extra cash. that he didn’t have to work himself to the bone if this channel grew.

and grew it did.

not only was everyone really liking his voice, but also his dry ass humor and dark jokes. coupled with the fact that for some reason he was really good at learning game mechanics, you were able to easily record and edit.

him angrily clicking on the red bed and being told there’s monsters nearby.

“good night moon. good night tree. good night zombie that i cant see but i fucking know you’re there.”

fucking hates dating sims. but his audience thinks it’s funny for him to dryly play the protagonist.

“goddamn it i dont wanna fuckin’ talk to you ya bloody muppet.”

he’s not allowed to play dream daddy anymore from the pure frustration that radiates off him. that and because you don’t want his blood pressure to rocket.

loves lying and tricking his viewers. makes up the most absurd background information about himself because he just thinks it’s funny.

“i wasn’t born for this fuckin romance. i was born for politics. been told i have great hair and i love lying.”

you chime in every once in a while and have funny little text chat comments. especially when you have a counter about the amount of times he insults something with the word muppet.

he’s british. his accent is too powerful for the simps. there are too many videos making fun of his british-ness. next video title is called damn Americans reviewing all their stupidity in return.

you call his fan base little poltergeists because damn do they make a tonna noise. their so vocal about his voice and dry humor. that and because they love clowning on him.

he gets bullied for playing valorant instead of apex. in return he mops the floor with anyone who stream snipes his games.

loves mystery games. and action games. anything in general he can shoot and lie and absolutely destroy other players

he’s a little too good at among us to be healthy.

overall 10/10 recommend coparenting a channel together with simon.

ps he’s known for this one quote that went viral.

“im going to defeat you with the power of friendship… and this knife I just found.”

part II

[trashbag-baby666]

Fuck it, Everett/Dougie hs au hc’s!!!

MOTA Masterlist!

•Are they dating? I don’t know…? No one truly knows.

•They call each other bestie a lot and they change their names in each others phones like once a week. One week Everett is ‘sexy bean pole🫛🥵’ another week Dougie is ‘Daddy✨💕🎀’ Y’know stupid shit like that!

•They have a special spot out in the state park that only the two of them know how to get to. Or at least they just found it while walking and just kept going back there. It’s right on the river that runs through the park.

•They like to go out there and just lay there and be in each other’s presence. Sometimes they yap about this, that, and the other. Sometimes they don’t, it all just depends on how they’re feeling.

•They spend a lot of time sitting in empty parking lots they go and get snacks. They park and smoke a jay, drink their 7/11 slurpee’s. Then they turn on Nicki Minaj and just totally sit there and jam.

•The only person who’s ever out Nicki Minajed John was Everett. He proudly can say he can rap her entire verse in Monster.

•Dougie made out with him after he watched him do it.

•On Saturdays the two go to garage sales with Brady and Ham.

•Everett likes to find all his Hawaiian button ups at garage sales and the thrift!!! He said, it adds character to them if they’re maybe a little haunted.

•They pass Dougies cart in the back of Brady’s car on the way to the antique center. By the time they’ve arrived and parked both are clutching the others hand tight as they walk through the large antique store.

“James.”

“What?”

“I just saw that doll move.”

“Shut up, stop its eyes are staring into my soul.”

•Both are clinging onto one another and Brady has to come escort them away.

•Because Dougies mom is from Chicago and both Everett’s dad and step mom are from Minnesota and California. The other gets lonely if they go to visit family, whether it’s vacation or holidays. They FaceTime each other before bed and they text all the time. All the guys know the routine of them being whiny if the other isn’t there. They both huff and puff and act like their husband is at war.

•The two of them will sit across the room from each other sending the nastiest sexts backs and forth.

•There’s a time where Curt’s reading over Dougies shoulder. He thinks about it like a car crash, he wants to look away but he can’t. He also wants to see how this plays out.

•But it’s not long before Everett gets up to ‘use the bathroom’ and Dougie gets up five minutes later to ‘get something to drink.’

•They’re gone for awhile and you can hear the sounds of them throwing each other around.

•Nasty boys.

[mutt-victim]

Bug. 24 (going on 12). He/They. Traggot. Switch. Verse. Creepy crawlie little freak. Stay a while & get off to my trauma?

His buttercup, kiddo, daddy and favourite boy. 🔪

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CW: Hard Kinks. Dark Fantasies, art, writing, and roleplay involving violent topics. I'm gonna call myself a transexual furfag and talk abt rape and incest, plz leave if you can't handle that.♡

DNI: Minors. Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, and Bigots in general. Kinklist and bio under read more.

Was victimmentality/whorror-film but I had to remake. Might be on better behaviour this time. Maybe.

This is a sideblog.

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Yes Please:

🔪 knifeplay, bloodplay, gore, whump, scarring and bruising, necro, snuff🩸

🔗 kidnapping, cnc, somno, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, rapeplay 🕸

🚬 stalking, yandere, obsession, forced intox, being recorded, blackmail 💌

🧼 ddlb/ddlg, abdl, ageplay, fauxcest, size difference, slow corruption 🧸

🐶 yiff, monsters + paranormals, petplay, hucow, breeding/pregnancy 🥛

🩷 misgendering, feminization, forced regression, hypno, mindbreaking 🩰

💞 humiliation, power exchange, pegging & anal play, gentle domming 🐻

⚕️ emeto/vom, omo, pissplay, starvation, praise + degradation, & more 🫗

No Thanks:

scat. racial degradation/race play. most master/slave dynamics. military/police/royal roleplay and uniforms. feedism. misgendering with detransition in mind. assigning me any sort of "mommy" title. gags, especially ball gags. impersonal, strictly transactional or businesslike kink environments and dynamics with contracts, etc.

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About me:

Tattooed, pierced, edgy alt guy. Total scenester. 5'6, pale, freckled, dark scruffy hair, and I'm kinda squishy. I'm practically the femboy doomer wojak! :3 as far as hobbies, I love taking photos, cooking for people, reading and writing poetry, modding my silly old games all to hell, experimenting with makeup, jamming out to music, thrifting, playin on my n64 and eating sushi. ♡ I also crave being fucked within an inch of my life, I live to please, and I absolutely love sharing my trauma for creeps online to ask intrusive questions about and sexualize what I went through. Who doesn't want their own whiny emo attention whore puppyfriend?~

Most often I come to this blog when I'm in a horrific lovedrunk masochistic mood, but feel free to keep in mind that I am both a switch and verse, as is my partner. There's the ever-present threat of my posts being more service-top and body worship centered, gentle daddydom-minded, or rather sadistic ♡ switchy brain go brrrrr. I welcome all kinds of interaction from all kinds of kinksters, so long as your age is in your bio and is over 18

♡♡♡ Being friends won't just pop out of nowhere, my dms are open~

For transparency's sake, I'm transmasc. I am out and very proud of my identity. Please don't try to win me over with any talk putting down men, and please don't rb me to "men dni" blogs. I don't mind what words you use to refer to any parts of me. Clit, dick. pussy, hole. udders, chest. I don't mind ♡ when in doubt "puppycock" and "tits" are some faves. Please understand: I do struggle with dysphoria, so patience is appreciated in regards to misgen and feminization kinks etc...

[hargrove]

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.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.  It was midmorning, the sun was shining bright. The sound of waves breaking on the sand intertwined with distant laughter, talking, and someone's boombox playing The Cure's, Friday, I'm in Love. Where was Def Leppard when you needed them, Billy wondered to himself. The lawn chair he sat in was old and creaky, but he didn't care. He was basking in the feel of the sun drying water from his body, leaving behind the salt that stuck to his skin and hair. The twenty-five year old was enjoying his day off. Surfing in the morning, now lazing about until he had to think about lunch.

That wasn't to say he had no responsibilities, though. The source of all of his focus lay in his lap, head resting against his chest, completely passed out. His four year old daughter was tuckered out, hidden under a damp towel that shielded her from the sun. Blonde curls still stuck out, though, blowing lightly in the breeze. Sandy was his whole world. Her mom had skipped town when she was barely a month old, leaving Billy to raise her on his own. Being a parent wasn't something he was necessarily, good at. It's not as though he even knew what a good parent looked like. But he knew one thing for certain: he'd never abandon or hurt his little girl the way his own parents had done to him.

That point was only driven home by the thoughts that burdened his mind at that very moment. Eyes gazed out at the ocean as he breathed in the nearly tangible peace it brought him. He'd had to give up his home once before when he was forced to move to Hawkins, Indiana. That was only the beginning of the nightmare, of course. He learned all about monsters and just how real they were. He'd barely made it out of there alive. Glancing down, he could see faint tendrils of the scar in the middle of his chest that was mostly obscured by Sandy's sleeping head. The thought of going back there scared the hell out of him, but as his eyes moved to the toddler shaped towel on his torso, he knew that it was the best option.

Max and Susan knew all about Sandy. Despite him not actually being related to the Mayfields, they considered him family. And both of them wanted to help him in raising his energetic bundle of chaotic joy. He tried doing it on his own, but as he she grew, it was getting harder. Maybe a dad wasn't enough. Maybe a girl needed her aunt and grandmother, too. He'd be giving up everything, though. The only place in the world that he felt peace. His home. Only to return to his biggest nightmare.

As the four year old began to stir, though, Billy knew it wasn't even a question if it meant her happiness and well being. San Diego was hardly his everything. His real home was curled up in his arms in that very moment. Small, bluish-green eyes blinked up at him from where they peeked out under the towel. "Hey Heathen," he said quietly with a little smile.

She perked up at the familiar nickname. "Hi Daddy."

"You want to go on an adventure?" he asked.

That instantly got her attention and she sat up a little, the towel falling to her shoulders. "To space?" she asked excitedly.

"No." He shook his head with an amused smirk.

"Cannland?"

He actually chuckled as she tried to say Candyland. "Nope. We're going to Hawkins."

Sandy blinked, looking utterly confused. "Hos- Hop- Hokt- -Tins?"

"You're gonna get to meet your Auntie Max. And if you're nice, she might even teach you how to skateboard like the big kids."

That did it. Sandy lit up and grinned, her tiny teeth shining in the sun.

"It means we have to say goodbye to the beach, though. But we'll get snow." He hated snow, but Sandy had never experienced it, so he knew it might sound exciting to her. "We'll get woods. We'll get..." There really wasn't much going for Hawkins, was there?

"Tanty Mass!"

"Auntie Max," Billy confirmed. "So what do you say, Heathen? You in?"

The toddler took a moment, looking to the ocean as though it were a friend she'd have to leave. She looked sad for a moment, and Billy could relate. But then she turned her attention back to him, the spitfire energy ablaze in her eyes that he knew all too well. "Yes!"

"Alright then. Hawkins, here we come."

[iswitchforgunil]

Hello! I’m Kay! And I’m a weirdo with millions of filthy fantasies about K-pop idols in my tiny little brain. I run a mostly NSFW blog so anyone who is 17 or under please don’t interact. That also includes people who don’t like the sexualizing of real people. Any and all hate comments will be taken down and the person who made the comment will be blocked.

Children and haters are not allowed here! Only love is welcomed here!

What I like to write

NSFW/sexual content

SFW/fluffs and angst

Submissive male idols x femdom reader

Switch male idol x fem switch reader

Mono and Poly Relationships

Caregiver and Little Relationships (SFW ONLY)

Headcanons

Drabbles

One-shots

Fanfic series

Groups I write about

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

ENHYPEN

BTS

XDINARY HEROES

Kinks I write

Submissive Men

Switch Men

Femdom

Femme Switch

Mommy Kink

Noona Kink

Mistress Kink

Daddy Kink

Master Kink

Petplay

Sex Toys

Impact Play

Pegging

Anal Play (m and f receiving)

Prostate Milking

Oral

Face Sitting

Face Fucking

Body Worship

Thigh Fucking

Boob Fucking

Threesomes

Gangbangs

Feminization

Body Writing

Free Use

Somnophilla

Role played Noncon

Praise Kink

Humiliation

Degrading Kink

Breeding Kink

Double Penetration

Dumbification

Cuckholding

Voyeurism

Exhibitionism

Manhandling

Size Difference

Strength Kink

Brat Taming

Sexting / Phone Sex

Watersports

Squirting

Total Power Exchange

Romantic / Emotional Sex

Period Sex

Shower / Bathtub Sex

Hybrids

A/B/O Verse

Monsters

Kinks I don’t write

Ageplay

Scat

Noncon

Gore

Underage

Incest

Cheating

Needles

Animals

Feederism

Anything that is illegal or I think is too hardcore

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy my works and please leave a comment of what you think about them! Y’all are so fangtastic!