#Alice Glint

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Mihane ; Original Character ☆ Thousand

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Mihane Original Character 1/7 Scale by Alice Glint & Thousand 

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☆ Original character “Mihane” // Fukahire “Open Your Umbrella, Close Your Wings” ☆ GOLDENHEAD+ / 1/7 / Thousand ☆ January 2024 ¥24,200 ☆ Sculpt Enomoto Uniko Paint Namoji Producer Alice Glint

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Golden Head Tsuduri Amagasa [Shy Girls in Love] 1/7 scale from Thousand coming June 2024.

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Dungeon ni Deai wo Motomeru no wa Machigatteiru Darou ka IV (DanMachi) - 1/7 Ryuu Lion Figure by Alice Glint. Release: December 2023

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Reina // Original

Golden Head (1/7) by Alice Glint & Thousand

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COD Men as Dream Daddy DILFs

Call of Duty single dads x gn!single parent reader

⤐Characters: 141 + König + Horangi + Keegan

⤐Premise: You just moved into a neighborhood with a high population of retired military personnel.

*glances at my 3-4 wips* let's talk about some dilfs, shall we? ...Don't look at me. I had a vision. (No relation to the actual characters from Dream Daddy, just a similar premise) Also a disclaimer: I'm writing these dads mostly in their late 30s to 40s, but don't think about their ages and the ages of their kids too much. This is all vibes. And sorry ahead of time if I gave one of the kids the same name as you 💀 Feel free to imagine the kid has a different name because the names really don't matter

p.s. I wanted to write more characters but I had to reel myself in. I could be persuaded to write a part 2 with Vaqueros, Nikolai, Valeria, Nikto, and other Ghosts tbh

Warning: this shit is LENGTHY. Strap yourself in.

Price: A post about DILFs and you expect me not to start with Captain John Price? Price is the lynchpin of this cul de sac. He's the one inviting everyone over to the barbecue, tries to get the dads to get along, and gives everyone advice. He has the quintessential dad energy. He 100% slaps his knees and says "well!" when he gets up. Price also has major girl dad energy. He's got three adorable little ladies, aged 3 (Clara), 9 (Brianna), and 11 (Alice). Yes, he did name his daughters in ABC order, I can see him doing that. Oh, he dotes on his girls, and they love their dad endlessly. He's the model father: recitals, sports, parent teacher conferences, you name it, he's there.

That's how the two of you meet: he comes up to you at one of the aforementioned events and gives you a firm handshake and apologizes profusely for not coming around to introduce himself earlier. It's not like him not to at least swing by, and he hopes you can forgive him the discourtesy. He hands you his number and says anything you need, just give him a call, or maybe swing by for a beer sometime. He gives you a wink that makes your knees weak, a wink that says he definitely noticed you checking out his muscled arms and broad shoulders. Maybe you will swing by for that beer sometime—and maybe get a little more than just a drink.

Ghost: I could see Simon having a one night stand kid. He certainly never saw himself starting a family after he lost his last one, but he was stressed and probably piss drunk as well. Years and years later, he's back from deployment and finds a social worker with a boy on his doorstep, and the rest is history. I love the idea of Simon with a moody 16 year old, but I actually see Simon and his son having the same dynamic as Mike and Abby Schmidt from the FNAF movie. Since Simon wasn't around for Caden's early childhood, they have a relationship that's undeniably father and son, but leaning towards casual and sibling-like. Simon's figuring his shit out, dealing with his PTSD and the various lasting health issues his time in special forces has left him with, and Caden's a quiet, sensitive 10 year old boy who thinks the world of his dad.

You meet Simon at the local bar. His Ghost days are long behind him, but the balaclava's a hard habit to kick. Besides, he doesn't need people staring at his scars. He's usually there with the 141, but today he's alone, and looks like he could use some company. You sit up at the bar close to him and order a drink, but you don't disturb him, and he visibly relaxes when he realizes you're not going to try to make small talk. It becomes a routine, the two of you: always sharing a quiet drink together at the bar, and then both of you wordlessly go home to your kids. You have a sort of silent conversation every time: Good to see you again. Yeah, you too. Neither of you actually speak a word to the other until Price introduces you to him at a gathering, and you finally hear his voice. "We've met before," he says, with a glint in his eye that suggests perhaps he'd like to be more than just a silent drinking buddy. That's fine with you: you're dying to see what's under the mask and dark hoodie.

Soap: JOCK ALERT. Johnny's basically Craig from Dream Daddy: total dreamboat who goes on runs around the neighborhood and gets all the appreciative looks from the local moms. He thrives on the attention in a way that definitely makes the 141 roll their eyes. He's got an older little girl named Elodie, and a lil baby boy Thomas that he takes everywhere with him. Obviously he's just being a responsible parent taking care of an infant, but secretly, Thomas is a great conversation starter with aforementioned local moms.

Conversely however, it's Johnny who makes the move on you first. Maybe in the grocery store, maybe at one of Price's get-togethers. Sidles up to you and introduces himself with a look in his eye that means trouble. Only the good kind of trouble, of course. If you reciprocate and he finds out you're single, you're not getting rid of him. But why would you want to, anyway? He's endlessly charming, attentive, and good with his hands. When he's fixing a leaky tap for you, of course—what did you think I meant?

Gaz: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a fucking heartthrob. I'm saying it right here, right now. He's a walks in with flowers, makes you dinner kind of partner. Also househusband vibes, because, surprise: Kyle is still married. This isn't a Joseph (Dream Daddy) situation, though: he and his wife, Emily, have known each other for a long time, a very high school sweethearts situation. Over the years, though, they drifted apart with Kyle in the military, and Emily eventually realized she's not actually into men. They're still married for coparenting purposes: they've got an older teenage girl named Violet, and a younger boy named Elliott. (Yes, I'm naming him after Elliot Knight, sue me.)

Honestly, I think it would be HILARIOUS if you met Kyle on a dating app and realized he's your next-door neighbor. But however you guys meet, Kyle is an old-school courter kind of guy. He is taking you on dinner dates, listening to you rant about your day, and is on your doorstep in a heartbeat when you call him in a panic because your kid's running a 105 fever (41 in Celsius) and you need a ride to the emergency room. (Not that the other dads wouldn't do the same, but I'm trying to convey "most reliable man in the world" vibes here.)

König: Y'all...you don't know how much fucken time I've spent thinking about this man as a dad. He's in the same boat as Ghost where he never saw himself living long enough to start a family, but here he is with the most precious little girl you've ever laid eyes on. Ava's got her father's curly hair and big green eyes, and she has her dad wrapped around her pinky finger. For König, Ava is living proof that he's capable of being more than just a tool for violence.

You meet König through Ava, of course. Your kids are the closest of friends, and the two of them are constantly going over to each other's houses. You're obviously delighted that your kid is making new friends and fitting in so well, but you'd be lying if your heart didn't skip a beat whenever you open your door to see Ava's six foot ten dad standing there with soft eyes and a sheepish smile. I have to stop here, because I've already written an extra paragraph for this man that I've cut out and pasted for safekeeping in my notes app, and if encouraged I will write more. (Please encourage me.)

Horangi: I know we already had a sort of Robert (Dream Daddy) figure with Ghost, but I think Horangi is a dad whose kid is an adult, much like Robert and Val. I also think that out of all the dads, Horangi is likely the one who's still doing some level of military work. Either that, or he has a very demanding job that takes up a lot of his time. He's ashamed of the way he let his gambling affect his family in the past, and is making up for it by being responsible and keeping his finances in order.

You don't meet him until you've lived in the neighborhood for quite a while, but he pops up at a gathering, talking quietly with König in a corner. You'd thought you had met every neighbor in the cul de sac, so you're intrigued by the newcomer. Someone, probably Price, tells you what Hong-jin's deal is, and ever since that you just can't keep your eyes off of him. You can't quite work up the nerve to talk to him, so you occupy yourself talking with the other parents. Some time later, you're at the food table grazing on the snacks when you look up and make eye contact with him. There's something intense in his gaze that makes you freeze, like a deer in headlights. He's definitely checking you out, you think. Your chest erupts into nervous butterflies when he starts walking towards you.

Keegan: Keegan is an adoptive father! I love his dynamic with the Walker boys, so I can see him being the kind of guy who adopts an older teenager so they have a home and a family instead of aging out of the system. Jason and Cecelia are high school age siblings who would have been separated otherwise, and consider Keegan their dad in every way that's important.

I think you and Keegan are definitely rivals in some way. Maybe it's a PTO thing, maybe he gets a little too boisterous at your kids' sports game. Whatever it is, you can't stand the man, but your annoyance whenever he's around only seems to amuse him. You have no problem saying to his face exactly what you think about him, but unfortunately, Keegan can see right through you. And hey, Cecelia could use some experience as a babysitter, so you won't have to worry about spending the night over at his place, will you?

As always, I wanna hear peoples' thoughts and feedback! If you want to hear more about these dads, drop me an ask <3

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in the far corner of the forest I

Pairings: Orc!Bucky Barnes x f!human!reader Word Count: 3,867 Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though. Warnings: drugging, sort of kidnapping, crying, a lil dirty talk, nudity, unwanted intimate touching, forced/arranged marriage. 18+ content. A/N: I thought I'd start small and see what you guys think first before posting longer chapters. Please let me know your thoughts if you can and please enjoy xx💜💜

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“Don’t be dead already, dammit.” She heard a low voice mutter as she regained her consciousness bit by bit.

Her body felt so weak, her mind so fuzzy. Her head felt heavy as she turned it to the side with a groan, slowly opening her eyes.

The room she was in looked warm and kind of homely. It was a large room that looked like it was both a living room and a bedroom, only illuminated by the light coming from the fireplace and a couple of storm lanterns hung around.

“Ah, finally awake! How ya feelin’?” The rough voice asked her, now sounding louder.

She’s never sat up faster than she did when she saw the strange man standing at the end of the large bed. 

Her vision went black for a second and her head hurt, but she fought to open her eyes, deeming it unsafe to close them with a strange man around.

Wait, was he even a man? Shit! Was that a metal arm on him?! He appeared to be wearing dog tags.

Has she been kidnapped? Arrested? But what for? She didn’t step into forbidden territory, did she?

“Are you—?”

“A real orc? Yeah.” He smirked confidently.

“And your arm…” she started, sitting herself up straighter as she cradled her head.

He only chuckled, feeding more wood to the fire warming them up.

“Is—is that—”

His smirk widened, “a real metal arm?”

She nodded.

The orc nodded back mockingly and her head was back to spinning.

She was alone, in an unfamiliar place, with a massive snow orc, who had a metal left arm.

It seemed surreal. She felt high; like she was dreaming or making everything she was seeing up in her head. Her mind must be doing an Alice-in-Wonderland bit on her.

“I need to go,” she whispered, more to herself than the stranger, trying to get her feet on the ground but the soldier tutted at her and she froze.

“Not gon’ happen.” He walked closer, watching her cute, little face twist in confusion and fear.

“What?” she asked dumbly, her voice small and shaky.

“You’re not leaving.” He stood before her, huge arms crossed.

“Please, I- I didn’t mean to trespass. I swear. I barely even leave the orph—”

“What are you talking about?” He raised an eyebrow, his large hand getting closer to try and touch her forehead to see if the sleeping potion gave her a temperature.

She immediately flinched, dodging his touch as she started panicking inside. She took a couple of steps back as she tried to rearrange her thoughts, but she couldn’t.

“I— how did I get here?” she asked, her voice sounding way more scared than she had wanted.

“You’re my bride,” the orc informed her with another smile, tusks glinting, and if she wasn’t so terrified she might’ve thought that was a happy smile.

The previous events rushed back to her mind as she remembered her encounter with the orphanage manager just days ago. So the woman did end up giving her to the soldier as promised. She didn’t protect her from that terrible fate.

The woman who had raised her just so easily put her to sleep and let some savage stranger collect her as his trophy wife even after she'd begged her not to.

“Who did you think an orphan like you was gonna marry? A prince? This is not a fairytale kingdom! I’m doing you a favour.” She remembered the woman’s demeaning comment and how she mocked her in front of the rest of the girls.

“No, no.” She shook her head, tears pearling in her frightened eyes, “there must have been a mistake.”

“Oh, little human, quit whimpering. There’s been no mistake; you’re my mate.” His big thumb swiped across her chin. “I have you now and I’m never gonna let you go,” he told her with longing she didn’t understand.

His words made the dam collapse as she burst into tears, loud sobs tearing through her chest as she hunched over and cried.

This couldn’t be her fate. She knew she wasn’t the prettiest or the slimmest of girls out there, but she didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve to end up as a reward for some metal-armed monster. She was a good girl, she’s always been good. She deserved better.

Why did it have to be her that they offered? Why did it have to be anyone? Everyone knew what he was and who he was and they still handed her over like she meant nothing.

“Shush now, enough crying. I don’t like the sight of puffy eyes. Come on, you’re ruining our wedding night,” the orc said, his expression bored as he started to take his heavy sweater off.

She wished she hadn’t looked up at him.

He was big. Huge. What wedding night was he talking about? Was he trying to destroy her? End her?

“What are you doing?” She trembled as the words left her.

He raised a suggestive eyebrow and she chocked on a sob.

“No, no, please.” She shook her head again, crying harder.

“Stop. Crying,” he warned, grinding his teeth and she stopped her wailing at once, swallowing the lump stuck in her throat.

“Much better. Now get yourself out of these clothes,” the orc demanded, his fingers hooking themselves under the hem of her oversized, handed down pullover.

“Please don’t do this.” Her heart was hammering in her chest, her eyes frantically searching for an exit.

“You have one minute to be standing bare in front of me or I’m gonna have you find out what I do to those who make me repeat myself,” he seethed, his eyes hard as they pinned her in place.

“I— I’ve never…” she muttered, her face growing hotter as she fiddled her fingers, “please, I can’t.”

“Oh, you’ve never been fucked, little human?” He teased her, his smile bordering on a smug smirk.

She winced at his vulgar language but nodded, “I’ve never been with a man, in any way.”

Tears were back to her cheeks again at her humiliating confession. She knew it was her last hope and if he didn’t have mercy on her because of that then nothing was going to stop what he was about to do to her.

“Never?” He asked again, circling around her just to see her tremble under his starved gaze.

“Never,” she whispered, feeling as uncomfortable as never before.

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you all the tricks,” the orc chuckled, playing with her hair and she could all but sob again, "I'm only half orc after all".

Was that supposed to be comforting?!

It just made her sob harder.

“What did I say about crying?”

“Please let me go.” She begged, body shaking with her sobs.

“No.”

“W—Why not? I’ll give you all I have if you let me out of here. Anything you want. Please.” She cried and pled although she knew she had nothing to give him.

“I have all I want right here.” He leaned forward to smell her hair, his huge arm squeezing her side almost gently.

If she wasn’t so terrified of what was to come next she would’ve seen the way he was looking at her like she was the most precious thing he has ever seen in his miserable life. Like she was an actual trophy that only he was lucky enough to win.

“Please—”

“40 seconds, little human,” he warned, his face scary and showing nothing but impatience and anger.

There was no way out of this, was there? The door was too far and even if she managed to get out, he would easily catch her and who knows what he’d do to her then. At least he’s asking ‘nicely’ for now. Nice enough for a rough snow orc with a metal arm.

Her hands couldn’t stop shaking as she grabbed her pullover and just stood there fiddling.

“Could— could you look the other way, please?” she pleaded, her eyes too ashamed to meet his.

The orc huffed before giving her his back and allowing her these few seconds of privacy.

He thought it was ridiculous though because he was going to turn around and see her anyway, but decided he’d try and be understanding just because it was her first night with him.

“You’re not wearing that many clothes,” he complained after a minute and she whimpered behind him.

He took it as his cue to turn around and when he did she was as naked as the day she was born, holding the large sweater to her chest, trying to cover up.

“Let me see you now, come on,” the orc cooed, licking his lips at the sight of what was exposed of her before slowly pulling the item of clothing out of her death grip.

She stood there shivering from both cold and fear, shyness gnawing at her insides as the brute’s eyes skimmed down every nude inch of her.

Hell, she was beautiful. Goddesses had nothing on his bride.

“Now why would you hide such beauty from me, hmm?” He bit his lip, taking her hand in his larger one, “come here.”

She choked on another whimper as he forced her closer to his body. She could feel the heat radiating off of his chest and it made her shiver more.

The orc’s rough palms massaged her arms before settling on her bare hips, holding her close to him.

“The name’s Bucky, just so you know what to scream,” he whispered in her ear, softly kissing the spot behind her earlobe.

He felt her tense in his hold and tried to ignore the way it made him feel.

“Please,” she tried one more time but swallowed the rest of her words when Bucky’s face showed irritation.

“I’m sure I can make you cry and beg just fine, little human. Stop wasting both outside of bed,” he told her, his voice firm and authoritative, making her wipe her tears away at once.

“Speaking of the bed, go lay down for me, will you, sweet thing?”

His soft tone scared her more than his harsh one and she didn’t know what was real. It still felt like a nightmare that she would wake up from any moment.

Every muscle in her body was taut, tense with anxiety. Her face burned with disgrace from being exposed like this for the first time in her life and not willingly either.

This wasn’t how her first time was supposed to be. She shouldn’t be forced into it, let alone with an enormous half orc who had no feelings for her and neither she for him.

She desperately wanted to cry it out, but squeezed her eyes shut before she could so Bucky wouldn’t scold her again.

He climbed on top of her, caging her legs between his as his muscly arms framed her head, supporting himself up.

It might’ve been her mind trying to calm her down, but she didn’t think she saw Bucky looking at her with lust. She was expecting to see nothing in his eyes but hunger, like a ravenous beast would look at a piece of meat, but instead she could see… admiration?

Bucky wanted to kiss her but thought against it and pressed his lips to her cheek instead, letting them travel down to her jaw so he could reach her neck.

“Please go easy on me,” she whispered her plea when she felt Bucky’s ‘thing’ poke around her naked thighs.

He was big. So big.

Even if she had had sex before this night, she knew no man could have been enough preparation for the size she was making him out to be.

Bucky didn’t reply, letting his lips kiss and suck on her neck and when he pressed them to her pulse point, he felt like shit about himself.

Her heart was beating like crazy, pounding so hard it must’ve hurt inside her chest.

She didn’t want it at all. She was clearly scared and if her heart was hammering like that he could only feel bad for making her do this.

Bucky pulled away to look at her, her eyes were shut tight, her body trembling still and her fists closed up by her sides as she desperately tried to regulate her breathing.

He let his hand touch her tummy and she quivered but didn’t try to move away. He kissed between her breasts and she whimpered in fear, quickly biting her lip after.

Bucky took a deep breath before gliding his hand up her leg, watching as she her teeth almost drew blood from her lower lip as she bit down hard to prevent herself from crying, panting through her nose.

When he reached her inner thighs she was digging her fingernails in her palms so hard she was sure she’d hurt herself.

Bucky tried to be gentle as he slowly slipped a thick finger up further to touch the cut of her.

She whimpered again but Bucky didn’t stop, dipping the tip of his finger in just a little bit to feel her. He could see her trying so hard not to close her legs as her thighs shook and she started nearly gasping, her eyes still tightly closed.

Bucky swiped his finger between her lips and she was dry as a desert.

She wasn’t wet for him at all. She wasn’t anything but petrified. Nothing about her told him that she wanted this.

Bucky took his hand away and sat back, letting out a sigh as he ran his big hand through his hair.

He didn’t care what the humans of the kingdom thought about him, he knew he wasn’t actually a monster. He thought he could do it even if she didn’t want it, but he couldn’t. He thought it was enough if he wanted and knew how to do it, but it wasn’t.

He knew he didn’t need love to make babies, nor did he need her agreement. But Bucky just couldn’t hurt her, not like that.

He could get her wet enough with his tongue, but he couldn’t find it in himself to force her into this, not on their first night and not in a million years.

He couldn’t set her up for a war she would lose with her own body when her heart and mind wanted nothing to do with him. He knew how big he was; he knew it would be torture for her if she didn’t want it.

Bucky hated that she looked so scared of him. He didn’t want to scare her further. Maybe at first he'd found it amusing, but for some reason that wasn’t the case anymore.

The way she was hiccupping and trembling under him was anything but a turn on.

He couldn’t go through with this.

“Get dressed,” Bucky said as he got up from the bed, pulling his own pants up his thick thighs, ignoring his hard cock.

“W-what?” She opened her eyes, her eyelashes wet with unshed tears as she stared at him blankly.

Was she imagining this?

“Now, before I change my mind.” He really didn’t like repeating himself.

“O-okay! Thank you.” She hated that he made her stutter so much.

Bucky gave her his back, putting his own sweater back on and she got up quickly, nearly stumbling off the bed as she reached for her underwear and slipped it on. Her pullover was next and when her head was through, she noticed Bucky standing by the door, watching her.

She went to grab her shoes but Bucky’s chuckle stopped her.

“What are you doing?” he asked, making her unsure again.

“Getting my shoes?”

“I can see you. Why?”

“So— uh.. so you could take me back?”

“Take you back where exactly?” He folded his arms again and she felt nervous as she swallowed, coming to learn that this was probably not a good sign.

“To the orphanage? I mean, you’re letting me go, right?” She sounded so hopeful, he hated it.

“No.” His definitive answer shattered her hopes.

“What? Why not?” She started to tear up again and Bucky found himself turning his eyes away from her distressed ones.

“You’re my wife, that’s why.”

“But it isn’t supposed to be me! Marry someone else!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“But it’s you I have here. I don’t want anyone else. You’re my mate now.”

Mate? What was he talking about?! They didn’t know each other! And she wasn’t an animal!

“But you’re not mine!”

“I will never let you go and that’s the end of it.” Bucky’s growl shut her right up.

She stared at him in horror and maybe even contempt, but Bucky didn’t care.

“But you said get dressed,” she cried out her disappointment because she really thought he had had mercy on her and was letting her go, but it seemed like he only decided to postpone her torture instead.

“Don’t try to leave because I’ll find you anyway and if I don’t, well, you’d probably be eaten,” he told her, ignoring her comment before grabbing his axe and a lamp.

“Where are you going?” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

She might hate him but that didn’t mean she wanted him to leave her alone in the middle of nowhere.

“Gonna go get some more wood to get us through the night. There’s food and water in the kitchen.” She nodded and he opened the door and stepped out.

“B-Bucky?” It was the first time she said his name since the night started and the orc had no idea his name could sound so sweet.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you anyway,” she said, her hushed tone grateful yet laced with sadness.

Bucky only nodded before shutting the door behind him, locking it from the outside.

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Bucky found himself slamming his axe down on the wood more vigorously than usual. He had a lot inside of him and it had to be released. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she cried and bit back sobs at his touch.

What’s happened to him? Bucky loved nothing more than scaring these pretentious humans of the kingdom! He found incomparable joy in the way they would cower down before his intense gaze whenever he would growl or flex his left arm. He had no problem talking them down, taunting them or even threatening them. So why on earth was it so difficult for him to continue to be like that to her?!

Why did he care so much all of sudden?! Why was it so hard for him to continue to be hard on her?! She seemed like someone who would follow orders just fine. Why didn’t he give her some?

Bucky picked her because she caught his eye. Because he deserved her. He deserved a bride and a family after all that he’d lost while fighting the kingdom’s people’s fights for them. It was the least they could gift him in return. A woman, a new life.

Another growl left Bucky’s chest as he slammed his axe down again.

He couldn’t go back to the cottage with a hard cock. He only had so much control. He needed to get it all out now.

This was going to be hard.

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She continued to cry after Bucky was gone. She wasn’t really thankful he didn’t rape her when he could have, she just didn’t want to fall under his wrath had she tried to argue further.

She was always so scared, of everyone and everything. Always bending to the storm and never fighting back. And look where that had gotten her…. A cast out orc’s wife.

Was that really how her fate was drawn? Was that what was meant for her after so many lonely years in the orphanage?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of the key turning followed by the cottage’s door being kicked.

She swallowed the rest of her whimpers as she watched Bucky’s arms enter first, a bunch of cut wood in them.

He was so strong. She was sure he could crush her skull with his bare hands if he wanted to. The thought alone sent yet another shiver down her spine.

Bucky kicked the door closed before walking to the fireplace and setting the wood pieces beside it. He put some inside to keep the fire alive before getting up and looking at her with a look she couldn’t pin down.

“Have you been sitting here the whole time?” Bucky asked her upon noticing how she was curled up on the floor next to the bed, her face streaked with dried tears and her nose and lips swollen.

“Y-yes.” Her voice was hoarse from the constant sobbing.

“You didn’t eat anything?”

She shook her head and Bucky sighed loudly.

He walked to the kitchen and she could hear a fridge being opened. Then a match was lit and something metal sat down on the stove.

A few minutes later Bucky was coming out of his kitchen with a large glass of warm milk. He looked at her as he put the glass on the table.

“I put honey in there to help soothe your throat.”

“I- I don’t want to. Thank y—”

“Come here and drink your milk.” One glare and she was scrambling to the only seat on the table before the steaming glass.

“Don’t leave one single drop in there,” he told her before walking to the wooden closet in the corner.

Bucky got himself something clean and comfy to wear as well as a towel.

“I’m gonna go clean up,” he informed her in case she needed to go to the bathroom but she only nodded so he went on his way.

She watched the door to the bathroom shut and let out the breath she was holding before standing up.

Walking around the room, she found a stack of papers on the smaller table by the window. One was their marriage certificate that she hasn’t even gotten the choice whether or not to sign. She thought about throwing it in the fire, but it would likely cause her more problems than she would want to handle at the moment. Under it was what looked like a contract that they made this orc sign. Her chest tightened and tears pricked her eyes again.

It wasn’t enough that they gave her to a stranger, but they’d handed her out to an exiled orc, signing contracts to close their deal of selling her. What had she done to anyone to ever deserve this?

The room was suddenly too quiet when she looked around again. The milk before her looked tempting and she was hungry, but the door looked better and she was entrapped.

She slowly walked closer as she could hear water running inside the bathroom and when she twisted the handle, the door opened. Just like that. Bucky had forgotten to lock it and now was her chance.

The thunder cracked outside once more as if in warning, but she didn’t pay it any mind. It was now or never.

Part II

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[missglaskin]

Aegon and Aemond unlocking an exhibitionism kink after the public consummation and became terrors in the Red Keep. They have traumatized enough lords, courtiers, servants, knights because they can't simply keep their hands and c*cks off of you. Otto's hairline probably keeps reducing everytime he catches the three of you in the throne room minutes before the court starts and he does not have the heart to tell Alicent that the small chambers have also been baptized by the brothers' insatiable desires.

Don't even get him started about what he has witnessed in the Tower of the Hand, his own freaking domain in the Red Keep! And these incidents have increased even more now that you have started to swell with child. By seven, it's as though they want you to get even more pregnant (some lecherous lords and ladies had even started betting who the child will resemble the most).

Also denies Daeron's request to go home because he can see the glint in Aemond and Aegon's eyes when their little brother is mentioned. Nope, he doesn't need another traumatized septon and his grandsons telling him and the small council that you can take a third husband (tho now he questions if this is really what you want). 🙈

It's been a while since I wrote anything smuttish so I am a bit rusty

The scandal your polyramous marriage has already caused was enough. But the rumors swirling throughout the court of the king and the prince have left most unsure either to be disgusted by your lewd behaviors or sympathetic to how you can seem to keep up with the two. You three have caused the council to deeply regret making the consummation public. 

Aemond is expected to be the mature one and initially he was a bit cautious. But jealousy ignites within him as he watches just how shameless you and Aegon are. Not even from a far distance at parties, clothes are already discarded or how the two of you seem to dance so provocatively with one another. He even wonders if others have chosen to ignore the roaming hands under the table or if they are just that blind to them. 

But it only takes one push. Just one for the one-eyed prince to succumb to temptation once more. He can thank your pretty lips for that, the same lips that feel soft against his cock. The brothers are engaged in a vicious rivalry to see who can please you more, on who can get you to scream their names louder.

The servants have learned to work even when they can hear your moans reverberate through the walls and the knights are perhaps regretting every bit of their existence. It's safe to say that the majority of the court has been traumatized including the hand of the king. Otto has learned by now that his lectures have gone on deaf ears and finds himself having to take a deep breath when news reaches his ears on how servants have reported hearing noises from the library. Alicent chooses to make herself ignorant of the rumors; she expected such behavior from one son, but for the two, she nearly passed away from shock.

When news reached you were now with a child, most of the court felt relieved. There was an unfortunate belief that men found their wives less desiring when swollen and heavy. But if anything, it appears both brothers' lust gets more insatiable by the day.

Daeron's visit becomes a point of concern for Otto, wanting to prevent any more possible scandals. Daeron almost has a lingering innocence that makes it easy to corrupt. It’s almost as if his brothers encourage him to give into his temptation, just to spend the night as if it were merely a taste, like they know it’s all he needs to come back for more.

Almost everyone has quickly noticed the way Daeron’s gaze never seems to leave you, whether at dinners or in hallways. And it’s not long before another scandal reaches the king’s hand and the queen regent.

[zapreportsblog]

Let’s Have A Baby

➥summary: Hobie and his girlfriend babysits her cousin and seeing how good she is with kids, hobie decides that now he wants a baby too

➥ Hobie brown x reader

➥ one shot

➥ a/n: heads up I’m high writing this, I was smoking weed

The sun beamed brightly through the curtains, casting a warm glow in (y/n)'s cozy apartment. Hobie arrived with a smile, a bouquet of colorful flowers in hand, ready to spend a relaxing day with his girlfriend. They had been looking forward to this quality time together, away from the hustle and bustle of their busy lives.

As the day unfolded, they lounged on the couch, sharing laughter, stories, and affectionate moments. Time seemed to fly as they lost themselves in each other's company. The comforting ambiance of the apartment created an atmosphere of tranquility that made them forget about the outside world.

Just as they settled into their leisurely pace, there was a sudden knock on the door. (y/n) hesitated for a moment, wondering who could be visiting at such an unexpected time. She opened the door to find her relative, Alice, standing there, with two adorable kids by her side – a baby, Lily, and a bubbly toddler, Max.

Alice looked flustered and explained the urgency of her situation. She had an important appointment that couldn't be postponed, and all the babysitters she had arranged canceled at the last minute. She turned to (y/n) with a hopeful expression, "I hate to ask, but would you be able to watch the kids for a few hours? I promise it won't take long."

(y/n)'s heart melted at the sight of the innocent faces of Lily and Max. Despite her initial reservations, she couldn't resist their charm and, after sharing a brief glance with Hobie, agreed to help her relative out.

“Yeah, sure I don’t mind.”

With Alice's heartfelt gratitude, she handed over a diaper bag filled with essentials, along with instructions on feeding and nap times. As Alice rushed off, leaving them with the kids, Hobie and (y/n) exchanged a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Hobie scooped up little Max in his arms, and the toddler giggled, quickly warming up to his newfound friend. Meanwhile, (y/n) gently cradled baby Lily, who was cooing softly. The apartment soon echoed with the sound of joyful laughter, toys scattered across the living room floor.

Hobie and (y/n) found themselves caught up in the sheer delight of playing tag with Max. The toddler's boundless energy and infectious laughter filled the room, making it impossible not to join in the fun. Hobie ran after Max with a playful glint in his eyes, while (y/n) carried baby Alice in her arms, wiggling her little feet in the air.

•••

"Tag, you're it!" Hobie called out, reaching out to tap Max on the shoulder. The little boy squealed with delight and dashed away, his tiny feet pitter-pattering on the floor.

Meanwhile, baby Alice, who couldn't run like Max, seemed to enjoy the game just as much. She gazed up at (y/n) with wide eyes, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. Every time Hobie chased Max around the living room, (y/n) playfully moved Alice's legs as if she were running too. The sight of Alice's gummy smile melted their hearts, and they couldn't help but shower her with affectionate coos and kisses.

As the game intensified, Hobie and Max sped past furniture, making wild turns and laughing uproariously. The apartment echoed with the sounds of happiness and joy, as if time itself had ceased to exist, leaving only the present moment of shared delight.

The little apartment became their playground, and they reveled in the simplicity of the game. No worries about the outside world, no deadlines, just pure unadulterated joy. (y/n) was grateful for these unexpected moments, realizing that sometimes the best memories are made when life throws you a surprise.

After a few rounds of tag, they all gathered in the center of the room, breathless and exhilarated. Baby Alice clapped her tiny hands together, as if she knew she had been a part of something special. Hobie and (y/n) exchanged a knowing look, realizing that their day had taken an unexpected but wonderful turn.

With Max's energy finally waning, they decided to take a break and set up a makeshift picnic on the living room floor. They laid out a blanket and placed an assortment of snacks and toys for Max to enjoy. (y/n) continued to hold Alice in her arms, cuddling her close as they all sat together.

As they nibbled on snacks, Hobie couldn't help but be in awe of (y/n)'s natural way with children. Her caring and gentle demeanor was evident, and it only made him fall even more in love with her. Their eyes met, and in that moment, they silently acknowledged how much this day meant to them – the laughter, the love, and the sense of togetherness.

•••

With the excitement of tag wearing off, the group decided to wind down and enjoy a Disney movie together. Hobie found a classic animated film that he remembered fondly from his childhood, and they all settled on the couch with baby Alice nestled comfortably in (y/n)'s arms.

As the movie started, Max's curiosity got the best of him, and he turned to Hobie with wide-eyed wonder. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing at the main character on the screen.

"That's Simba," Hobie replied with a smile. "He's the lion cub and the future king."

"Why does he look sad?" Max inquired, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Hobie patiently explained, "Simba lost his dad and has to go on a big adventure to find himself and become the king he's meant to be."

Max nodded thoughtfully and seemed satisfied with the answer. But his inquisitive nature wasn't satisfied yet, and he bombarded Hobie with more questions throughout the movie. "Why are they singing? What's that animal called? Why is she wearing a dress?" Hobie answered each query with enthusiasm, happy to engage in Max's curiosity.

(y/n) chuckled softly, admiring Hobie's patience and how he interacted with Max. She couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone like him in her life, someone who not only embraced her family but also took the time to bond with her younger relatives.

As the movie played on, the room filled with a sense of warmth and joy. Baby Alice seemed fascinated by the colorful characters on the screen, her eyes fixated on the dancing animals and vibrant scenery. Every now and then, she would let out a contented coo, as if she were trying to join the conversation in her own baby language.

The movie continued, and Hobie and (y/n) exchanged affectionate glances, their hearts full of love and happiness. Despite the initial interruption to their planned relaxing day, they had found something even more meaningful – a chance to share special moments with the little ones, making memories that would last a lifetime.

As the movie drew to a close, Max leaned against Hobie, his eyes drooping with drowsiness. (y/n) gently rocked baby Alice, and soon, she too began to drift off to sleep, her little fingers curling around (y/n)'s thumb.

With the movie ending, Hobie and (y/n) exchanged a quiet smile. The apartment had transformed into a haven of love and laughter, and the unexpected visit had brought them closer in ways they couldn't have foreseen.

Hobie carefully lifted Max into his arms, cradling the sleepy toddler as they prepared to say goodbye to Alice and head home. But in that moment, (y/n) knew that the memories they created that day would forever hold a special place in their hearts, reminding them of the joy that can be found in the most unplanned moments.

•••

As (y/n)'s relative gathered her children to leave, she turned to Hobie and (y/n) with a grateful smile. "Thank you both so much for watching the kids. I know it was an unexpected request, but I couldn't have asked for better babysitters. You two are amazing with them!"

Hobie and (y/n) exchanged pleased glances, feeling a sense of pride in having cared for the little ones so well. "It was our pleasure," (y/n) replied, gently handing baby Alice back to her relative. "Anytime you need help, don't hesitate to ask."

With that, Alice and Max were on their way home, leaving Hobie and (y/n) alone once again in the tranquility of the apartment. As the door closed behind them, they let out a sigh of contentment, their hearts still warmed by the precious moments they had shared with the kids.

Hobie settled back onto the couch, pulling (y/n) close to him. He grinned mischievously and said, "You know what, love? I want a baby now."

(y/n) looked up at him, a mix of surprise and joy in her eyes. "Are you serious, Hobie?"

He nodded, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Yeah, I mean, seeing you with those kids, it made me realize how incredible you'd be as a mother. And I can't imagine anything better than starting a family with you."

Her heart swelled with love for him, and she leaned in to kiss him softly. "I'd love to have a family with you, Hobie," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "But let's take our time and enjoy each other for now. When the time is right, we'll make that beautiful dream come true."

Hobie smiled, understanding and respecting her wishes. He knew that their love was strong and that they had a lifetime ahead of them to explore parenthood when the timing felt perfect.

They spent the rest of the day in each other's arms, basking in the love they shared. Their hearts were filled not only with love for each other but also with the newfound joy of spending time with little ones. The unexpected visit had brought them closer than ever before, igniting a desire to create a future together filled with laughter, love, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

As the evening sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Hobie and (y/n) knew that this day would forever hold a special place in their hearts. It had been a day of unexpected surprises, of building beautiful memories, and of realizing that their love had the power to create something magical.

With a sense of gratitude for the day they had shared, they snuggled up together on the couch, looking forward to the countless adventures and cherished moments that awaited them in the journey of love and life.

[dailyfigures]

Noshiro ; Azur Lane ☆ Alice Glint

[figurecollection]

Arona 1/7 Scale by Alice Glint, from Blue Archive

[sachi]

☆ Noshiro // Azur Lane "Hold the Ice" ☆ 1/7 / AliceGlint ☆ December 2024 ¥25,410 ☆ Sculpt CKB Paint Moriyama Nana

[my-anime-goods]

Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road (The Executioner and Her Way of Life) - 1/7 Menou Figure by Alice Glint. Release: January 2023

[grailfigure]

Illustrious // Azur Lane

Golden Head (1/6) by Alice Glint & Thousand

[theemporium]

Ooh ooh! They (James or Sirius) never really noticed you, but you are pulling off a prank and run to sit with the marauders or something to hide from McGonagall or Filch

thank you for requesting!🖤

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James wasn’t ignorant enough to think him and the boys were the only ones to pull pranks in the school. 

But he was aware enough to know that theirs were the most well-known. 

People looked forward to their pranks. People anticipated their pranks. People would spend weeks after talking about their pranks and bringing up old legacies and talking about how they would always somehow manage to get away with them. It was what the marauders were known for. 

He never went out of his way to ignore other people’s pranks. If someone told him about them, he would listen. If he witnessed them, he would cheer and whoop in celebration. James loved nothing more than a good prank. 

But never once in his time in Hogwarts had he ever seen you, let alone see you pull a prank. 

It seemed like a normal free period. The group were all hanging outside in the courtyard, enjoying the little sunshine they got up in Scotland. Remus was reading with Sirius lounging with his head on the former’s lap. Lily and Marlene were whispering away, some muggle magazine spread out in front of them. Dorcas and Mary were tucked off to the side, deep in conversation with Frank and Alice, and James sat and basked in the company of his friends, a snitch fiddled between his fingers. 

“GET BACK HERE, YA SCOUNDREL!” 

James didn’t even get the chance to acknowledge the angry yelling from Filch or the sound of laughter following before he saw a flash in the corner of his eyes. Before he even turned his head, you quickly slid into the seat next to him, panting lightly with a massive grin on your face. And your eyes—there was a glint he knew all too well, one that made his own heart thrum with adrenaline. 

“Cover for me,” you whispered to the boy before settling against his side, shoulders brushing and acting as casual as one would, as though you had been sitting next to him for ages.

“You!” Filch grumbled as he hobbled towards the group of students, his bony finger pointed right at you. “Come with me! McGonagall will be hearing about this!”

You looked up at the caretaker. “Hear about what?” 

His brows furrowed together. “What you did!” 

You blinked at him in confusion. “What did I do? I’ve been sitting here with my friends all day.” 

Filch looked around the group with narrowed eyes, suspicion written all over his face as he sneered at the lot. 

“It’s true,” James spoke up and threw his arm over your shoulder. “She’s been with us the whole time.” 

Filch frowned, grumbling. “I’ll catch you next time.”

“What an odd thing to say to someone who’s done nothing wrong,” you answered with an innocent smile, waving the man off as he scampered off. You waited until you were sure he was out of earshot before you slumped against James. “Thank you for that.” 

“Do I wanna know what crime I just became an accomplice in?” James asked, his eyes glued on you and his arm tightening a little around you like he was worried you would run off as quickly as you sat down. 

“All in good time, Potter,” you grinned, patting his chest before you scrambled back up on your feet. 

James’ brows furrowed together. “Do I at least get your name?” 

Your grin only widened. “All in good time, Potter!”

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