#Gender-Stern

[neosatsuma]

if so, feel free to say in the tags what those names were!! 👀

[everythingunderthestarsthings]

Domestic life with the Lyoko Warriors

Note: All characters are aged up. Also, all of these imagines are happening in the same universe. Which means that Aelita's partner, Jeremie's partner, and every other Lyoko warrior and their partner, have met up. For the sake of writing for them individually, I've decided that Jeremie-Aelita and Ulrich-Yumi are not couples.

Headcanon about how mostly-general and domestic life with the Lyoko Warriors would be. I'm writing this with a gender-neutral reader in mind.

Aelia Schaeffer:

Post Lyoko and post college, where she was definitely a Computer Science major, Aelita meets you in her classes with Jeremie. The two of you hit it off pretty quickly, being interested in music and computers, and she finds your presence to be refreshing. Of course, she loves the Lyoko gang -- they're family! But, meeting someone new, and away from all that chaos just brings so many new things, new perspectives of life, and she's there for it.

For the sake of writing for Aelita, let's say that she and Jeremie broke up at the end of freshman year in college, because Jeremie's concern for her -- however heart-warming and welcome -- got overbearing and she felt as though she was just an object to be constantly fretted over. So, she called off their relationship and things were just weird between the two of them for a while after that.

It is during this while that Aelita grows closer to you, and finds herself falling head over heels for you within the next six months. But, it takes her until the middle of senior year -- after she's got things sorted out with Jeremie, and then you meeting all her other friends and them giving her approval, and then her meeting all your friends -- that she confesses to you, only to find that you've felt the same way about her all along!

The two of you move in together after college, with you working and her immediately applying for a masters degree in Artificial Intelligence.

Domestic life with Aelita:

Out of the two of you, you're the more domestic person.

Of course, Aelita is an angel, but she has no experience keeping a home.

By the way, I don't think Aelita would have told you about Lyoko -- as much as she's excited for the new life she's got with you, she wants to keep that part to herself. You know about her parents passing away and how much of a help her friends have been, but not a single bit about Lyoko.

Aelita helps with the cleaning, once you show her the ropes, but you're the one who cooks and buys groceries. Our little angel tags along, but it takes her about two extra years before she's even got the basics of cooking down.

You love listening to Aelita's remixes. They're always playing somewhere in your house, regardless of whether people are there or if it's just the two of you. You're her hype buddy -- her music is your ringtone and everything.

While Aelita does her masters, you're the sole breadwinner, and Aelita's royalties from her published music also contribute to finances.

Aelita's great at coming up with budgets. She's also a savvy when it comes to stock markets and investments. You're so in awe.

Aelita loves giving you back hugs when you're doing the dishes! If you're about her height, she would press kisses to your neck. If you're taller, she would nuzzle into your back, and if you're shorter, she would rest her chin on your head.

You eventually trust Aelita more with cooking as time goes on, and you get hearts in your eyes when you watch her prepare simple meals with an apron on.

Besides her own music, the two of you dance to Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift music as well.

With regards to cuddling, AELITA IS A HUGE CUDDLEBUG. She loves cuddling with you and would do it forever if she could.

You feel the same way.

Watching TV? Cuddle! Doing dishes? Cuddle! Standing together in an elevator? Cuddle!

Weirdly enough, Aelita might like being the big spoon more than the little spoon! She just likes hugging/holding on to you in any form.

Aelita has a lot of PTSD. You figure that out early on, and even though you don't know much about Lyoko, or anything, you're a huge comfort to her. You always know the right things to do, and even if you don't, you're willing to learn, and she falls in love with you all over again.

You have friends from school come over, and so does she (and eventually with their partners too)! Both sets of friends love the other person immediately (except Jeremie, for whom it took a while to warm up to you, considering how he used to date Aelita).

Odd is Aelita's cousin (according to the stuff they had to tell at Kadic Academy), so Odd is what you consider to be Aelita's family equivalent.

You introduced Aelita to your parents within a year of living together, and your mother pulled you over and nearly demanded you to propose to her that instant cuz your family was blown away by Aelita!

Your parents might have mailed over the ancestral family ring to you about a week later

But you two are all about just living your best cozy life.

After Aelita's masters, she probably starts work as a Reserach and Development Engineer in AI and she also contributes a lot more to your shared income.

That's when you think about the next stages of your life.

You might have brought out said ancestral family ring and she definitely said yes

Jeremie Belpois:

Same as Aelita's story. Jeremie and Aelita break up in freshman year of college. Both of them are doing computer science.

Jeremie sulks around for a while after the break up, and that's when Odd offers to set him up with someone. The first person was ridiculous, and so was the second and third, and Jeremie nearly gives up hope and resigns to a life without a life partner.

And then, one day, while he sees Aelita hanging out with her new significant other, he sulks and goes to a random cafe and orders a whiskey.

That's when he meets you.

You work part-time in that cafe to have a little extra cash in hand while you study. You're a year younger than him and you study in a different university/college, but something about you gives Jeremie the kind of butterflies that he hadn't felt -- for a while now -- even with Aelita. The more and more he gets to know you, with your sickeningly sweet smile, the more and more he falls, but he wants to see how well the two of you work as friends, first.

You definitely are into him too. Blonde, glasses, and the way he knew everything about everything was a huge turn on for you.

It's only after he graduates and gets a research fellowship in his university that he confesses and asks you out. The two of you start dating, and two months in, you need to find a new place and that's when Mr. Belpois just goes, "Why not move in with me?"

Domestic life with Jeremie:

Moving in two months into a relationship was definitely a first for both of you.

His own friends were very skeptical. Like, they knew that you've known him throughout your whole college life, but you've only just started dating, and it's weird, in Ulrich's thoughts, to move in with your partner of two months, but Jeremie found that he couldn't care less.

Jeremie, after his breakup with Aelita, has had a lot of time to think things over. His perception of certain things have changed, and he's a slightly reinvented version of himself.

Also, equally weirdly, Aelita is the first person to come to Jeremie's defense and say, "It's not weird that he's moving in with someone if he feels that it isn't weird!"

Coming back to you and Jeremie.

In my mind, Jeremie's new partner is someone who isn't from a tech background. I imagine that someone with a literature degree of sorts would also match up with him.

You want to publish your own writing one day.

And Jeremie's very supportive of that!

Coming to your dynamic, Jeremie earns more than you, owing to his affliation to tech, while you're a literature graduate who's getting short stories and news articles out. You also freelance, so on the whole, your income isn't fixed.

There have definitely been some misunderstandings between the two of you because of the money, but you work on it. Plus, Jeremie is very supportive of you and just loves you.

Jeremie's love language is always being able to help you in some way. You're searching for your scarf? He knows where it is. Your spacebar key is faulty? He can fix that for you. You want someone to offer feedback on your work? Jeremie will do it.

As for you, you're very physically affectionate. Hugs, cheek kisses, neck kisses, throwing Jeremie's glasses away while you climb on his lap for a makeout session. It takes him a while to get used to it, but he's not complaining.

Odd can't believe that Jeremie's intimate life is far more developed than his own.

He's told you about Aelita, of course, so you're happy to let him work that situation out on his own. You're sweet to Aelita, her partner, and the rest of his friends and he loves it!

The first time they hosted a get-together after moving in, he saw how sweet and affectionate you were with his friends and decided right then and there that you were the one.

You love cooking! You're an amazing cook, and that won over not only Jeremie, but also all of his friends, and their partners!

So you guys host dinner once a month for your friends.

Also, I don't think any of the Lyoko warriors' partners are ever told about Lyoko. That's just an adventure for themselves.

Jeremie's parents have met you and they love you! His dad, especially. And Patrick, too. Same goes for your parents and siblings.

Also, the two of you have an aquarium of fishes together. I feel like Jeremie's allergic to cats, and you're allergic to dogs (you only found this out after meeting Kiwi; you would have never known otherwise). So you bought an aquarium and learnt all about fish!

The two of you are very open about money, work and where you see yourselves in the future. This openness came after your first few fights about the money earning situation, and has led you to be more open with each other since.

You made it very clear that you'd only be ready to marry later on in life, after you've published your first book.

And that's exactly when he proposes.

You say yes, of course.

Your wedding happens a year after Aelita's wedding.

Odd Della Robbia:

Now, Odd!

Odd strikes us all as a player. He's not that bad boy player, but the cute, fun person everyone wants to date at some point. So, he's got his fair shares of partners throughout school life as well as college life.

You come into his life when Kiwi dies, actually (I imagine that this happened a year after Jeremie's partner met Kiwi). Your dogs, Otto and Goober had also died within the same week that Kiwi passed away, and both of you were looking at good spots to hold a funeral for your dogs.

The two of you bond over your dogs, how you both snuck your dogs into your schools, and how your dogs were very important to you, and you keep in touch even after the funerals.

He takes you as his plus-one to Aelita's wedding, and asks you out the same day. That's when you start going out. You have a standard relationship, and Odd decided after the second date that you're the one.

It takes you a while to, though, because you know about Odd's dating history, and also, in my head, Odd's partner might be a year or two older than him, so you're very level-headed and guarded.

So, when he asked you if you were cool with moving in about two years after you start dating, you were skeptical. He was okay with it, respecting your space, but he find sout about your apprehension regarding his past relationships and why you're so guarded, and he promises you that it's not like that with you, and that you're different.

Domestic life with Odd:

Odd actually moves in with you.

Your place is much bigger, and he slowly adds elements of him to that space, and the two of you make it your own.

Having grown up in a joint family, Odd is pretty good at keeping his house clean. He's good at chopping vegetables and doing the laundry when it needs to get done, and you're fairly surprised.

I imagine that Odd majored in theatre in college, and has his own stand-up shows. You, on the other hand, are probably a doctor, or lawyer, or a private business consultant of sorts. I think that would suit Odd well, but sometimes, you might have fights because of your individual career struggles.

But you love comedy, and you love Odd's brand of humor. It's one of the things you adore about him. Regardless of your schedule, you help him write bits, and always attend his shows.

Odd is so grateful.

Jeremie is so shook that Odd managed to find someone level-headed. Also, out of all of Odd's friends, you're the closest with Jeremie, which was very surprising because Ulrich and Odd are top-tier besties.

You spruce up Odd's life. Like, his old apartment was messy and cheap, but your place -- now his place as well -- is full of plants, full of life!

Odd, much like Aelita, likes to give you back hugs when you're doing the dishes.

The two of you get a dog about a year after you officially move in together, and you name him Scooter (I couldn't think of any other names).

With both of you having very different careers, you guys dedicate one weeked every month for netflix and chill, and another to date night.

I think the two of you just fall asleep cuddling during netflix night, tho. It's cute.

You've met all of Odd's sisters, and his parents, and he's met yours. His family loved you at once, but your family is skeptical, even after the two of you get married (which, I think, happens a little later down the line).

Odd might feel slightly insecure because of this, but you love him, and you assure him that though you love your parents, you won't let them give him a bad time because of his career choices. You love him for him!

Ulrich Stern

By now, dear reader, you've probably realized that I made specific scenarios for each Lyoko warrior. I hope you're liking this so far.

We all know Ulrich and Yumi's dynamic. But, for the sake of writing for Ulrich and Yumi seperately, let's say that Ulrich and Yumi decided to stay friends. Their relationship dissolving seemed like an inevitable thing for them, contrast to how things between Jeremie and Aelita went slightly awry when they broke up.

I think Ulrich just took some time to figure out what sort of person he was during his years after Kadic.

His father then sets him up in an arranged marriage.

Naturally, he's pissed, but he's a mature man. He doesn't like the idea of an arranged marriage. But he goes to meet the person because his father and your father arranged a meeting, and Ulrich's mother convinced him to at least meet you before rejecting you, if he was really so averse to being set up.

He goes to meet you. And he is absolutely floored.

You are the most gorgeous person he has ever met, and you have a very corny sense of humor in a way that's adorable! The two of you have so much fun and he saves your number, hoping to meet in the future.

You're actually the one who proposes moving in together before marriage, and he's fine with it. One part of him is scared, because he could see that things were moving too fast, but in comparison with his relationship with Yumi, he thought things were considerably better with you.

Domestic life with Ulrich:

For you and Ulrich, there's a timeline of events. The two of you move together two months before you were set to get married (which is, roughly speaking, after three years of dating/engagement).

You're very open to communicating, and your love language is basically every form of affection. For Ulrich, this is different and new, because his parents have never really openly communicated like this, but he's learning and he loves it.

You help him become more open!

Much like Odd's partner, you also love keeping plants and taking care of plants. The two of you (you and Odd's partner) talk about plants for hours when you first meet while Ulrich and Odd are just staring like 'O.O'.

I imagine that you would be a nurse/paramedic, while Ulrich's an electrical engineer (flying by the seat of my pants here, bear with me, but you can imagine yourself to be in any occupation you want. this is just what makes sense in my head). So your working hours are very demanding, and you function on coffee.

You always fall asleep when you and Ulrich are cuddling. He loves it! He carries you to bed if it's late, or if it's an afternoon, he'd take pictures of your face with doodles.

Both of you cannot cook to save your lives, so for about six months after you moved in (and four months after marriage), you survive on takeout or Yumi's cooking.

But then you learn to cook together and its still a work in progress.

Speaking of, Ulrich thought that things might be awkward between you and Yumi and was downright nervous about introducing the two of you, but then, after ten minutes of knowing you, Yumi is the embodiment of "if you break their heart, i'll kick your dick, ulrich."

Yes, you're basically corny sunshine.

Ulrich, I imagine, is the first person to end up as a Dad in the group.

Also, his relationship with his parents has improved after your marriage! You encourage him to be more straightforward and honest with them about his struggles during school and you're all a big happy family!

Ulrich teaches you penchaksilat.

You teach him how to take care of plants. Y'all have a garden.

The two of you are very cute.

William Dunbar

Now, remember where I said that all of the Lyoko warriors never told their future partners about Lyoko? William's partner is kind of an exception to this rule.

The truth is, you were also a student at Kadic Academy. You were in William's class, too.

Remember how sometimes people don't forget X.A.N.A. attacks even after a Return to the Past? That's how William actually got even more suspicious about Lyoko, remember?And Laura too! You, my dear, are also one of those people who don't necessarily forget X.A.N.A. events after a Return to the Past.

You just thought it was a case of deja vu.

William in my head will always be a secret agent. Or someone who likes extreme stuff. Let's just say he's a police officer/FBI/top secret agent and he was actually assigned to a case involving you receiving death threats. You're a successful author, by the way. Your stories may or may not revolve around your deja vu.

William read your books while he was on your case. He also got to know you and realized that while you were basically perfection with legs, you also went to Kadic Academy and had been his classmate for a long time, and it was him who never really noticed you.

He also realized about your deja vu problem and knew that you, like him, were kind of immune to Return to the Past.

After the case was closed, he asked you out on a date, though. You always did have a crush on him from school, so you thought, why not?

And the rest is history.

Domestic life with William:

So, you two don't really in together until marriage.

William's away for work and you keep a private life as an author, so most of your relationship is long-distance.

But when you stay with him, and he stays with you, it's basically flufftown.

William enjoys cuddles. He also enjoys reading your novels and your drafts and even gives suggestions (based on X.A.N.A. fights, shhhh).

You think he's very creative. He doesn't tell you about X.A.N.A. though. He'd thought of it several times, but he never tells you.

He sometimes does your chores for you, and you appreciate it, because you don't like doing chores.

William does those chores shirtless and often encourages you to join. You're only too enthusiastic.

You never really get a lot of cleaning done.

The two of you love planning two-day and/or week-long getaways to different places.

You often take trips with William's parents too. They adore you.

Because of your unpredictable work schedules, you two don't go to many of the Lyoko warrior gatherings. Sometimes, you do. Sometimes, he does, and the event of the two of you checking in on the gang together is always a blue-moon day.

All of them love your books.

Jeremie is a little wary of the things you seem to recall from X.A.N.A. days, so he's very cordial with you. His partner loves your books and has merchandise signed by you.

William proposes with a very expensive ring. The two of you have a very lavish wedding and that's when you move in together.

William's a very easy person to live with. The two of you are very touchy-feely and emotionally compatible, so there's no big problems between you two.

Yumi Ishiyama

You and Yumi met through a dating app.

She was looking for casual relationships then, but very quickly found herself falling head over heels for you.

Yumi's relationship is the one that moves very fast. She meets you, you get together, and you're moving in together after three months.

She has never felt this with anyone else. You're a wild soul, always craving adventure, craving fun, and you have such positive energy around you that just pulls her in. With you, she feels understood. She craves your energy, your enthusiasm, and your curiosity.

Domestic life with Yumi:

Yumi was brought up in a traditional household and I like to think that you're the opposite of that. You might be non-traditional, but you respect her beliefs, and love to hear about her childhood and culture.

You're a very extroverted person. You love trying new things -- food, clothes, bars, talents -- and you believe that life is for exploring.

Both you and Yumi are workaholics. You believe that, in order to have the lifestyle you want to, you must also work hard. Yumi is of the same belief, and the two of you appreciate each others' work ethic. You and Yumi keep your finances seperate, but also do talk about your money.

Yumi is a mean cook. You worship her cooking and always compliment her on things she makes.

Yumi's so glad she sat through her mom's cooking anecdotes.

You and Yumi have very similar music tastes, and bond over that the most!

Yumi loves that you have a strong set of morals, and a defined way of living, but also that you're open to other perspectives.

Her parents are very skeptical of you because you're so non-traditional, but once they see how honest and hardworking you are, they eventually warm up to you.

You destroy that when they find out that you're not willing to get married.

In reality, you've had this conversation with Yumi before. You're not exactly open to marriage, because of your childhood and the trauma you faced, being a child of divorce. You're not very close to your family, either.

Yumi figured that out even before you moved in together, though, but she was cool with it. Still is cool with it.

But as time goes on, you're open to marriage. With Yumi.

You figure out that if Yumi was accepting of your wishes, you could atleast be open to trying to work through whatever issues you have to acknowledge hers.

But, overall, you have a very respectful, healthy relationship.

[darlington-v]

heres ur reminder that darlington is a he/him butch lesbian thank u

[bitchthefuck1]

Alex Stern is Rory Deveaux if she had way less privilege and started seeing ghosts younger, and Darlington is Stephen Dene if he had less childhood trauma

[laughingcatwrites]

As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

[s0dium]

who are the sexiest JJK DILFs??? Your toji fic got me thinking....

I LOVE DILFS

Synopsis: Ranking the top three JJK DILFS. This was very self indulgent ;)

Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru

Warning: Age gap, breeding, blowjobs, edging

Toji Fusiguro

Of course first place goes to him, he is THE DILF

More of a father than people give him credit for, but is definitely one everyone would like to fuck

The type to act like he doesn't care about what his kids do but then show up to their baseball game or recital with a camera

Definitely likes younger women

He knows no shame. Are you his kids pre k teacher? He is fucking you. You his kid's babysitter? Might as well spread your legs now

Toji knows how hot he is, in fact he bathes in the stares of all the other moms and the whispers

He's mean in bed too

You thickly swallow when you feel Toji tap his tip on your soft lips.

“Suck.”

With not an ounce of hesitance, you bring your face close to Toji’s awaiting member and allow your tongue to flop out, the warmth of your wet muscle gliding across the underside of his dick making his thighs shudder. Your ego swells, he rarely, almost never, shows a reaction when you suck him off. That simple shudder gives you the courage to bring his tip in your mouth, suckling and kissing the swollen head. Your eyes are locked with his as you do this, relishing in that subtle smirk he gives when your tongue swirls over his member, soaking the skin with your saliva.

"Make it quick, before the kids get home." He says through a groan.

2. Geto Surguru

Coming in hot is Suguru

Above all else Suguru is a family man, even after two daughters he finds him self wanting more. Perhaps a boy even?

Very loving father, the type to make you breakfast in bed and cook for you

Very active in his kids life, will go to PTA meetings (which you hate because all the moms swoon over him) and he knows how to braid and do his daughters hair

Wants. More. Kids. Honestly, it doesn't matter what gender the kid is, he would be lying if he said the part he didn't like the most was the fucking you dumb and filling you

"Talk to me baby," Geto groans in your ear. Oh god you want to, you want to say something something about how fucking good you are feeling, but words seem to fail you. The friction of his dick thrusting in and out of your walls is too delicious almost maddening. Geto snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a blur, the bed was shaking immensely with the head board banging on the wall and so were you from getting your cervix abused by his leaking tip. One hand is pinning your wrists together while he pistons into your gummy walls with brute force, too dumb to resist him that you could only moan and whine from how good he was fucking you.

"Want me to cum in you baby? Fill you up?'

3.Nanami Kento

Honorary DILF! This man has everything that meets the DILF criteria without being an actual dad

But if he where a dad, he'd be an amazing one

Stern but kind, Nanami Kento is not only dad material but husband material

Nanami Kento is the type to be oblivious to all the stares he gets from other women because the only this that on his mind is you and his kids

And with you, his wife, the love of his life, this man takes his time loving u

"M'feel so good so good," You babble feverishly, practically choking on each syllable. Your breathing has become ragged and fat tears started to cloud your vision.

"Shhhh baby I know." Nanami groans, grunting at the way your pussy squeezes around him, trying to suck him in impossibly more even though his tip is already brushing against your cervix.  The sounds that emanated from your bodies were sinful, trapped warm cum sloshing with every slow thrust. Your thighs trembled, toes curling and uncurling at the feeling of being stuffed so impossibly full. 

“Faster please faster,” You whine and bury your nose into the nape of his neck to kiss and lick at the skin in an attempt to appease your husband. 

“Just a little longer baby, wanna fuck you nice and slow first.”

[thebarontheabyss]

This tale starts with your death.

Read WIP here

(Current wordcount: 240k!)

You remember only the moth, carrying you through the cosmos.

And so, the Abyss beckons you.

Now, you are a spirit, immortal. After a meeting with the Grim Reaper, Death, you were gifted with a peculiar inheritance: a bar.

This mysterious establishment and the Abyss around it serve as a nexus, connected to every realm in existence. It's a haven where spirits and deities, devils and angels, converge to drink and revel.

Yet, beneath the surface, an unease stirs. A voice calls out in your dreams—a loneliness that echoes through the Abyss. Why does it seek you?

A motley crew of spirits and immortals, each hailing from distant corners of the realms, stands with you. Bonds are waiting to be formed, or even love that transcends death itself—perhaps even with Death themself.

Manage your bar, where serving a drink to a god or an eldritch entity is just another day's work. Unravel a cosmic mystery, go on a date in infernal Hell, witness the universe's creation, or unlock the arcane secrets of magic.

Your new afterlife awaits.

A narrative-driven experience focused on character development and storytelling.

Play as any gender or none.

Shape your personality through meaningful choices.

Engage in deep and complex relationships with a diverse cast of characters.

Romance mortals and immortals alike - if you want poly, purely physical, or asexual - they will respond in kind.

Explore the afterlife, visit realms of immortals and gods, and uncover the dark secrets of the bar.

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Thoughts and opinions on the plot, characters, and overall narrative experience.

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The game explores themes of Death in various forms, including suicide.

Alcohol indulgence and its various side effects (hangovers, vomiting, etc.)

Sexual themes (currently only non-explicit)

[allurilove]

Yandere Professor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: sweet talking, breath play, age gap, fucking in his classroom, pretty gender neutral, manipulation, abuse of power, obsessed professor.

*Everyone is of age, and older than eighteen. He is referred to as “your professor” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He’s your strict professor, and you’re trying to get a better grade. You’ve never seen him be swayed by a student before, perhaps you would be the first.

Your grade has tanked by a lot. You had an unreasonable professor, the man was picky, and on your last test it was covered in corrections by that damn red pen of his.

You began to wonder what it would take for him to give you an A.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a bad student. In fact, this is the first time you have been close to failing. It was honestly your fault, you’ve read the reviews on this teacher and still chose to take the class anyways. You just wanted to challenge yourself.

You gawk at the paper he hands back to you. Your eye twitched at the big fat zero out of a hundred, and that might’ve been impressive just in itself. Not even one question right. You narrow your eyes at the professor who was still handing out the quiz back to the students.

When class ended, you slowly packed up your things, and you kept tabs on how many students were still left in the classroom. When the last student left, you got up from your seat, and stormed your way over to the professor.

Any sliver of dignity you had was gone. Your cheeks still flushed when he announced the lowest score to the whole class. You pushed that memory aside, and you crossed your arms as you stood in front of his desk.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your professor sighed, and his brows furrowed as he loosened up his tie.

He knew why you were coming over to talk to him. This was the worst grade you have gotten in his class. And really, he’s not surprised. In his opinion you have been slacking off. Your body bristles at his words, his eyes are cold and unforgiving.

Maybe if you weren’t a rash individual, you would’ve seen that his comments on your test was totally fake. Every circle and outline with a tiny scribble on the side? That was his way of professing his love for you, and about fifty “I love you’s.” were on the paper, but he knew you wouldn’t read them.

He did know that the grade would haunt you. He did know that it would make you desperate enough to come to him during office hours.

Your professor watched you with amusement as you crawled onto his lap, and you guiding his hands onto your body. He could already feel his dick stirring in his pants.

“This is hardly appropriate.” He said in a disapproving tone, though his hands do cup at your chest.

His thumb circles around your nipple, and the rest of his fingers gently squeeze at opportunity you have given to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in his lap.

It felt like you were trying to chip away at his resolve, his face was stern, and he listens to you rant on about the grade he gave you. Though, him letting you sit on his lap, let you subtly grind on his growing erection. With every whine and pout, you tried to play with his heart strings.

Your professor sighed, shook his head, and tried to pretend that there was no way you could make up for it. His hand slowly, and quietly, opening his drawer to grab for a condom.

It didn’t take long for him to agree when you took off his glasses, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. He followed your lead, letting you feel like you were in control.

His hands groping at your ass and he puts you onto his desk, his body moving his way in between your legs. You wore something easy to slip off, your shorts and underwear now down to your ankles. He caressed your inner thighs, his lips now trailing down to your neck.

Your professor licked and sucked at your skin, his teeth gently nibbling at you, and he made sure to leave marks.

“You can be quite cute like this…” The older man mumbles, “…so pretty, so perfect.” he took a deep inhale as his nose was buried into your neck.

“Oh shit.” Your professor growled, his belt falling to the floor and his pants were pulled down roughly.

Before you knew it, he ripped open the condom wrapper and he slid it on his cock. He spit on his hand for lube, and gave his member a few pumps. He aligned his tip against your warmth.

His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing the side of it, as his hips began to rock itself. His dick hit the deepest part of you, he went slow, and he was determined to find your sweet spot.

“Don’t be upset…” He cooed, and he kissed you in between his words. “I had to give you a zero.”

“You weren’t understanding my hints.”

He needed you. He wanted to be with you the moment you stepped inside his room, or maybe it was when he found out you signed up for his class. Your name was interesting to him, your looks, and the way you carried yourself got him hooked.

He took a couple points off on your first test, just to see what you would do. You certainly didn’t deserve it, and he thought you would’ve challenged him on it, or come talk to him. Or even offer your body to him sooner.

He did it over and over again, until you were on the verge of receiving an F. He was getting frustrated, and you were a damn tease.

He was never like this before, and if you exposed him, he could lose his job. But maybe then he could be with you in public? He let out a deep groan, his eyes rolling back as he was fucking you for his release.

Your professor didn’t realize that your face was turning pink, your nails scratching at his hands that were on your throat, and you were on the verge of cumming. You gasp as he finally let you breathe, his hands now on the desk behind you.

The room was filled with his vocalizations, his whimpers, his mumbles of how good you feel, and how much he needed this.

He even called you his baby, his good student, love, and when you finally came— his eyes were glued to the white substance dripping out of you.

That was when he knew you were going to be his. He was going to be the only one that could make you feel this way.

That day, you received the A you have been wanting. But you also indulged the man that’s been pining after you, and he never stopped.

Allure: Idk why, but i’ve been really active lately omg.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

(Another little drib drab for you guys. Sorry it has been so long! I hope you guys like it!)

(CW: Noncon, magic, potions, knotting, big ol' non-human dick, werewolf, gender neutral reader)

When your application to the Banebriar Magic Academy had been accepted, you had been thrilled.

It was the world's leading university catering to the unique needs of all magic creatures. Wizards, vampires, goblins, fairies, pixies, elves, your professor was even a werewolf!

But the joy you felt rapidly dissolved into unending anxiety and misery.

Professor Lenhardt, the werewolf, was the source of your troubles. He was a large muscular man. Stern and grumpy with the looks to match. Trimmed beard, greying hair, and cold silver eyes.

He taught history. And he took any excuse to punish you or mark down your grades.

You were so sick of it. You were an adult, and you were being bullied and treated like shit for no reason by a teacher drunk on the modicum of power they wielded.

Well, you weren't powerless. You had magic.

So, you made a little potion and slipped it into his coffee. Just something to make him less mean to you.

But you misread an ingredient and fudged a measurement.

And that's how you ended up making Professor Lenhardt hopelessly obsessed with you.

And on the next full moon you were trapped in his manor on campus, in his basement, face buried in his pillows with your ass facing up.

Your entrance was mercilessly pounded by his large cock before he knotted you and filled you with cum.

[delicatepointeofview]

Incomparable

fandom: Bridgerton

pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

summary: you don’t fit in quite well with the rest of the ton, but you still manage to catch the eye of the Viscount

note: this is for the girlies with resting bitch face, warning this is a fem!reader as much as i prefer a gender neutral reader, the heteronormative regency society just doesn’t allow it

this was already once posted before on my since deleted blog by my same current name but has been slightly edited :)

It was only one of the first balls of many and you were already regretting your unfortunate position as a newly presented flower of the season. You never thought you had what it took to be this year’s diamond, nor its ruby, nor its pearl, or any jewel for the matter. In your eyes you didn’t have the effortless glimmer that Daphne Bridgerton had last season nor the graceful steps of this season's ingénue, Edwina Sharma.

Of course, you had prepared all your life for this moment like every upper class girl. Knowing all that you should to be presented into society. You sat through the pianoforte lessons and even tried your hand at singing (which was a terrible mistake). You learned to embroider from your mother, much to the dismay of your aching fingers which always manage to burn and go numb far too quickly for her liking. You read all the textbooks even though you much preferred novels, never understanding the point of your tutors' comments about men wanting to marry educated girls. Quickly learning as you grew older and more outspoken that gentlemen like to know a woman is well read, but hardly ever that they use that knowledge in conversation.

But somehow, even after the painstakingly long hours at the modiste getting fitted for new dresses and the even longer time you spent getting into them, none of it was enough. Not the lessons, not the newly dropped hem, not the hours of sitting for your hair to be expertly styled and bejeweled by the finest gems your family had to offer. Still every other lady and her mama have had to comment on how you are so far from even the realm of possibly being considered a diamond. You heard their whispers through the silk and lace of their folding fans as clear as the night.

‘They barely graced the Queen with a smile,”

‘They’ll definitely grow to be a spinster with that face,’

Oh, but this wasn’t only from the women, of course not, they just have the decency to try and say this behind your back. You are well aware of how men love to grace you with their opinion, despite you caring very little for it. They always have the audacity to say these things straight to your somber face as if it would do you any good.

‘You know, you would be slightly prettier if you smiled,’

‘If you would smile, you would seem much more amiable,’

and most recently,

“I am sure more gentlemen would ask for a dance if you didn’t look so miserable, my Lady,”

You had been approached by a well-respected gentlemen named Mr. Hastings when you had escaped your mother’s disapproving clutches to find solace at the refreshments table. Drinking lemonade desperately wishing it were wine. He asked you to dance. Much to your misfortune you couldn’t fain a full dance card as the one clutched in your gloved hand was mockingly empty. This left you enduring a dreadfully boring conversation about his horse, how much it had cost him, how much it is actually worth, and just how incredible this horse was. You quite frankly wished to be anywhere else. As would anyone else you’re sure, but while they may have hid that behind a polite smile you showed your boredom evidently in your downturned lips.

But what would be the point in hiding it? You were tired of the facade that enwrapped these balls and society. Everyone was smiling, but was anyone truly happy? Even then who is happy and just goes around smiling like some loon. You were having a terrible time parading around the room with your mother’s stern grip on your arm showcasing you like a piece of meat, or a show pony— or to be terribly on the nose, Mr. Hastings prized horse.

Then once you had finally escaped her and found peace hoping to blend in to the wallpaper, you have been made to endure small talk and dance with a man you had little interest in. All while he made you listen to his horrendously dull conversation and he had the nerve to ask— no, to want you to not look miserable. This man who looked like molding swiss cheese and only spoke of his horse.

“I beg you pardon, sir?”

“That you look as if you are attending a funeral, my lady,” he says as he spins you following the choreography of the dance, “It is only polite that you smile as we dance.”

His own obviously fake smile is painted across his face, all thin lips and no teeth as he eyes you expectantly waiting for you to obediently heed his suggestion—or more likely it was a sort of social command. Polite society would have deemed you to be all smiles and perfect wit, to ease yourself out of this treacherous conversation you were wormed into with a poised grace or give in to his orders with a sickly sweet smile because it would be rude not to, no?

But no, indeed. You were not going to give in. No matter how many whispered or backhanded compliments you received only on your first night into society. You had seen how your female cousins and older friends had broken their backs to bend to the whims of society. Left behind forgotten ideals to suit their new suitors to get the ring and the wedding that would never even scratch at their fanciful girlish dreams of prince charmings and knights in shining armor. You would not let society break you.

“Well, I would smile if I was having a nice time. Maybe if you said something funny I would laugh or if the conversation was pleasant,” you had stopped dancing now, tired of this day and all the niceties and manners you were to follow.

You stood before him with your jaw clenched and your brows furrowed absolutely seething, “But you are far from pleasant. All you do, sir, is speak of your race horse and how much it is worth to you. If you care so much about your horse, I wonder why you ever wish to marry when all your attention seems to be going to your insipid horse!”

“Why you rude, intolerable girl—”

You didn’t care any more about the staring eyes of the ton or the gasps from appalled mamas. You would have welcomed all of Mr. Hastings angry words to at least hear something real for the first time all day. But instead he is cut short as the figure of a man approaches your side.

“I beg your pardon Mr. Hastings. How dare you raise your voice to a lady, have you no honor or decorum?”

Viscount Anthony Bridgerton stood before the two of you. Chin tilted upwards and shoulders set back in an unspoken challenge with the less titled man in front of you.

His question goes unanswered, but he continues nodding to you, “I believe the Lady makes a very agreeable point, sir. You speak entirely of your horse and nothing else, this would bore any with a brain in the ton.”

You almost would have laughed if you weren’t so shocked. What exactly was the Viscount doing? You hardly ever spoke other than short introductions and nods exchanged while you were in the company of his sister and your friend, Eloise.

But there was not a moment to think on this further as the scene that was forming around you was all too captivating. Mr. Hastings, who it should be mentioned once more felt so prideful of his horse, can be seen visibly shrinking shoulder hunching forward slumping as if he were a little boy who lost a game. He clears his throat, “Well then, I shall take my conversation elsewhere.”

Before he could turn to leave the eldest Bridgerton son stops him, “Sir, you have forgotten to apologize to the Lady,”

Mr. Hasting freezes in his place turning to eye the man and you bite your lip fighting the laugh that threatens to erupt at the odious man whose eyes widen and mouth becomes agape like a fish out of water.

“My apologies,” the words seem to clog at his throat and so he says nothing else. Nodding, “Lord Bridgerton...” and your name before meekly making his way through the crowd, his head down avoiding the gazes of the onlookers.

At this point most of the ton had gone back to their conversations around you, though there were still some lingering eyes as the dance floor had been oddly shaped as you and the Viscount remained standing in part of the appointed area. Anthony notices this and leads you further into the crowd.

Once he finds an agreeable spot he stops turning towards you, “I actually do wish to counter your statement, my lady,” he begins. You expect for a moment to be met with some stern lecture from a man who seems to think he’s entitled to an opinion of you as if he were your father (who you also do not think should have an opinion, but alas it is only 1814). Anthony surprises you however as instead he grins and says, “I actually believe Mr. Hastings would marry his horse if the Queen would allow it.”

And you couldn’t help but laugh, despite all your pride and pettiness to not grace this event or anyone in it with any pleasurable countenance. You laughed loudly tilting your head back, jeweled neck on display even letting out a small snort against your will. When you finally compose yourself, giggles dying down at the thought of Mr. Hastings in a horrid muddy green suit with a horse in a wedding dress, you can’t fight the smile that falls on your lips. Although unnatural to you, the light hearted joke and your vivid imagination make it easy. It lasts for a few seconds before you become very conscious of it as you let your lips fall back to their usual place.

Though if anyone was truly looking for it— which Anthony was— they would see the slight quirk in your lips as you told the Viscount, “It looks like you’ve gained the honor of making me laugh, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“I relish the title, my lady,” he says and you can tell he does from the smile that meets his ears, all teeth and pushed back cheeks. You acknowledge that this might be the realest encounter you have had since your debut. Anthony Bridgerton smiling from ear to ear was a sight to see.

He continues, “But I do have to disagree with the comments I have been hearing tonight. Smile or no smile you present the ladies looking to wed this season with quite the competition.”

“Me? Hardly, did you not hear my Lord, my countenance would never get me a marriage proposal,” you say fiddling with the hem of your gloves at your wrist.

“I would disagree, I think any reasonable man in attendance would be foolish to not see how incomparable you are, my lady.”

Incomparable.

You fight it like you had once your laugh, but you feel the heat spread to your cheeks and the nerves that begin to twist in your stomach. You didn’t need it, but the compliment was well appreciated after a night such as this one.

Giving you no time to compose the fluttering in your chest, Anthony adds, “Any lady who manages to be bold enough to tell Mr. Hasting how insufferable his horse talk is, ranks high in my book.”

“Well you might be the only one, sir,” you try to be as brave as you feel and dare to smile at him, but his gaze causes you to look away bashfully. That is when you notice your mother approaching and wishing not to make a fool in front of the Viscount you excuse yourself, “I do believe my mother has just been informed of the scene I have caused, so if you’ll excuse me.”

But before you can turn to go he calls out your name placing his warm bare hand on your own gloved fingers making you turn back to him.

“Would you save me a dance?”

And despite yourself, Anthony Bridgerton manages again to make you smile, “Of course”.

[onepiece-fics]

Strawhats' reaction to their S/O napping randomly in weird places

Summary: Strawhats reacting to their partner falling asleep in weird places in positions randomly.

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader. General fluff. Mentions of gaslighting but in a joking way (incredibly unserious).

Word count: 1126 

Luffy

Honestly, he’s too stupid to consider that it could be a health issue so he just kinda thinks it’s cute

It’s not until someone like Chopper or Nami asks him if you’re okay that he’s like “Wait a damn minute…. Is my partner okay???”

He’ll confront you about it, super concerned, asking if you’re dying and you’ll be like “ ??? what now???”

He’ll sit with you as Chopper examines you with very stern eyebrows. When Chopper tells him that you’re fine he has the BIGGEST smile on his face.

Would probably either join your naps (and also sleep in weird places/positions) or poke you until you wake up lol. 

Zoro

Dude will join your naps, no questions asked.

He’ll ask you if you’re okay, but once you tell him that you’re fine he shrugs his shoulders and just lies down near you. 

If you look particularly uncomfortable if you’ve somehow squeezed yourself in between two boxes or something he might pick you up and plop you down in a hammock instead.

Most of the time though he just sits or lays down next to you, with an arm around your shoulder or waist.

He knows you think it's adorable to wake up with him half-snuggled into you <3

Nami

Before you start dating she might judge you a little. She might give you a weird look when she finds you hanging from your legs in her tangerine trees lmao.

When you start dating though she’ll find it cute as hell. Whenever she’s just walking around on the ship and finds you in the most random places it’ll make her giggle. 

When she finds you she’ll squat down beside you, move your hair from your face, and give you a kiss on your forehead as you wake up.

“Wake up sleepyhead, surely this can’t be comfortable?” she’ll say teasingly as she pulls you up on your feet (and drags you away to go cuddle somewhere) 

Usopp

He thinks it’s soooo cute but…. He might jokingly gaslight you about it.

“Oh Y/N? Remember that time I found you sleeping in the Cola barrel and you heat all of Franky's cola up with your body temperature? No? Dang, and Franky got so sad about the Cola too…”

He’ll only gaslight you for a little bit though before kissing you and telling you it’s a joke. He’s not doing it maliciously, he just thinks it’s funny to tease you and make up stories (and tell them to Chopper who totally believes it every time)

Honestly, I feel like Usopp would be the type to tuck blankets and pillows away in the most random places that you tend to fall asleep in, in hopes that you would use them.

He would also tell you to call for him if you start feeling sleepy so he can wake you up! 

In reality though, if you do call for him he’ll just get super soft and cuddly with you and you’d both end up napping together. 

Sanji

He’d be SO worried about you it’s not even funny

Would be sprinting to Chopper with you in his arms the first time you fall asleep in a weird place asking him to cure you immediately

After an intense check-up from Chopper (with Sanji crying, holding your hand) he’ll be so relieved that you’re fine.

He might scold you if he finds you in positions that look particularly uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t ever wake you up. He’d just pick you up and place you on a sofa somewhere and wait until you woke up to scold you.

Like Usopp, he would also ask you to tell him if you were feeling sleepy, but with cuddling 110% in mind.

If you ever come over to him and tell him that you’re sleepy you best believe this man is dropping WHATEVER he’s doing to pick you up and run somewhere you two could cuddle. 

Chopper

As a doctor, he’ll ask you some questions about it and be able to give you some advice on what to do.

Might prescribe you melatonin pills to take when you go to bed at night in hopes that you don’t nap at weird times/places.

Would definitely keep an eye on you and might get upset if you nap when he tells you not to (how could you do that to the poor doctor T_T)

Robin

I don’t think Robin would be all too worried honestly, I think she’d just find it cute

Similarly to Zoro, I think she might sit/lay next to you if she finds you and just read for a bit, stroking your hair if you’re lying in her lap.

She trusts that both you and Chopper know what’s healthy or not regarding your naps.

She might propose a daily naptime for you lol. Like, just a 40 min nap time where you’re leaning against her in the hammock or something like that.

Franky

It takes him a while to notice at first, and when someone tells him they found you under a carpet in the dining room he doesn’t believe them at all. When he goes to look for you and finds you under the dining room carpet though…. He loses his mind.

Honestly, I feel like Franky would just be baffled more than anything.

“But why would you nap there?? Aren’t there better places to nap? What if someone steps on you?” Mans is just incredibly confused. 

Might make you a smartwatch that gives him a notification whenever you fall asleep so he can go get you and put you to bed lol 

After it happens like 10 times he just starts joking about it even though he still doesn’t really understand. 

Brook

Another one that doesn’t really reflect on how weird it is lol

If he sees you lying somewhere random on deck he might just laugh at you

Will tease you about it when you wake up, might even make a stupid rhyme about it and get Luffy and Chopper in on the teasing as well 

But it’s all lighthearted at the end of the day!

Jinbei

I feel like Jinbei would be very confused like Franky, but would ultimately find it kind of cute. 

Might pick you up and carry you to your or his bed and tuck you in with a little kiss on the forehead

More than anything I feel like if another strawhat found you sleeping somewhere weird they would come up to him like “Jinbeiiii, they fell asleep on the stairs againnn” like it’s his duty to go pick you up lol. 

He might tease you a little bit about it because he finds it silly, but more than anything he finds it cute. 

[wolviensabes]

Logan is a brat tamer. 18+ MDNI

Sorta a headcannon not an actual fic, just a few things I think about in my free time :)

Dom/sub things. Don't read past the cut if you don't like that. I used p/t for 'preferred title' for Logan in the relationship. Some people like dom, some like daddy or sir. Just imagine whatever you likes since it's easier than choosing a single one. Ignore mistakes. Gender neutral reader.

Logan is not exactly known for his patience, or to be pushed around.

He would absolutely put you in your damn place if he needed to. You think you can get away with being bratty? I don't think so.

If you so much as say 'no' or disobey him when he tells you to do something, you are over his knee and his hand is smacking your ass at least ten times. You don't realize how effective this method of punishment is until you realize his adamantium skeleton makes his spanks hurt a lot. You're brought to tears every time, and he rubs over your ass when he's done. "Are finished being a brat, hm?" his hand continued to rub soothingly over your red hot backside, handprints imbedded in your skin by now.

"Uh-huh..." you manage, making him smirk slightly as he pulls you up into him. "Such a naughty thing. Why can't you just behave for once?" he asks with a light scold to his voice, but it's mostly calm by now. "What the hell am I gonna do with you?" he sounds a bit amused now, still holding you after and rubs your exposed thigh.

I think a lot of people assume he wouldn't be into toys because he sort of has that 'I'm all you need' vibe, but come on. He has things for you. He's not insecure about it either. And he certainly doesn't get jealous over silicone.

Sometimes he will make you sit on a dildo while you suck him off, knowing it drives you crazy not to have his cock in you. You want him, not silicone. But he doesn't give in if you've been naughty. "You're a lucky girl/boy, at least I let you have something put in that greedy hole of yours." Logan grunts out, watching you struggle to take his dick down your throat, "You've been so unruly today, now you have to deal with your punishment. My cock won't be going in your sweet honey hole, so sit there like a good girl/boy and take your punishment."

Even if you're a brat from Hell, he will tame you down. A single glance and you stiffen and instantly rethink your attitude. "Talk to me like that again, and I will show everyone here why you always scream my name."

He's a good dom though. He knows how to take care of you. Maybe you act like a brat as a way to cope with something that happened in your life, and you need the stability of a dom like that. Logan's had his fair share of traumatized buddies, he is traumatized himself ffs. He can read you easily and identify exactly what's wrong or where your behavior stems from. He can differentiate when your brattiness is on purpose and playful, or when you're struggling mentally. And he will approach it properly.

Sometimes you don't need to be spanked or forced to cum until you're crying for forgiveness and he wipes those tears away. Sometimes you need a sit down and to just talk. Sometimes a verbal scolding with firm yet gentle authority does the trick, or you need to cry and he sits with you so you're not alone.

Not all of it is about sex.

Logan is good with whatever you may need. He's there for you, which is the most important thing. "Come on pup...what's the matter today? You're being a brat for no reason. Why are you being so bad, hm...tell your p/t." The way he asks in a different tone than normal can make you crumble, and sometimes a good cry or needing some grounding helps a lot.

Maybe your brattiness stems from a lack of care in your life, or an absence of a nurturing figure so when Logan shows himself to be a protector, you lash out with bratty behavior.

He obviously notices this, and he is unmoving. You might get frustrated, used to pushing people away and his stern authority frustrates you to lashing out. Logan is smart; he can handle your little tantrum. "You can fight all you want, little one. You're not gonna move me." He says calmly, hypothetically since he's not actually cornering you in any way. He watches you get mad but eventually his persistence pays off and you realize he's not going to hurt you like others may have done in the past.

Logan is the protective figure you needed. He keeps you in line, but he also tends to your needs. Sexually, emotionally, physically, mentally. He's a good dom, able to handle your behavior with ease and keep hold of you when necessary as he fucks you to climax.

Ty for reading my silly thoughts byeee 🧡

dividers by @/strangergraphics

[andy-15-07]

hi! I love your feyd rautha fics 🥰 can you write one where the reader is pregnant with his child, a female, and he’s upset and cold with the reader because she’s not a male heir? but then, when she’s born, he’s so transfixed by her beauty and just the fact that she’s his, and that he just melts and swears to kill anyone for her?

My precious one

masterlist ! pairing: Feyd Rautha x reader

Dune Masterlist

The halls of the fortress echoed with an air of tension as Y/n, heavily pregnant with Feyd Rautha's child, moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors. Feyd, the formidable heir to House Harkonnen, had been distant and cold ever since learning the gender of their unborn child. Tradition demanded a male heir, and Y/n's heart ached with the weight of disappointment as she faced the impending birth of a daughter.

"Y/n," Feyd's voice, usually smooth and commanding, was laced with discontent as he entered their chambers. "What use is a daughter to the House of Harkonnen? You were to bear me a son, a worthy successor."

Y/n's eyes welled with tears, but she fought to maintain her composure. "Feyd, she is still our child, a part of both of us. She will carry the blood of House Harkonnen."

He scowled, turning away. "A daughter will bring us nothing but weakness. I need an heir who can command respect, instill fear in our enemies. This changes everything."

As the days passed, Feyd distanced himself further, leaving Y/n feeling isolated and burdened. The weight of disappointment settled upon her like a heavy cloak, but she clung to the hope that when their daughter arrived, Feyd's heart would soften.

The day of reckoning came, the air thick with anticipation as Y/n went into labor. Feyd, though present, maintained a stoic silence, his eyes betraying the turmoil within. The labor was arduous, but when the cries of their newborn daughter filled the room, Y/n felt an overwhelming sense of joy and relief.

"She's here, Feyd," Y/n whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Our daughter."

Feyd's eyes met the tiny, squirming bundle in Y/n's arms, and for a moment, the hardness in his gaze softened. The baby girl had a delicate beauty that seemed to captivate him, a sight that defied his earlier expectations.

"What shall we name her?" Y/n asked, her heart swelling with love for their precious child.

"Feydra," he said, the name rolling off his tongue with a tenderness that surprised them both.

Feydra's arrival sparked a transformation in Feyd. The once cold and distant heir was now consumed by an overwhelming protectiveness and love for his daughter. As he held her for the first time, his fingers traced the contours of her tiny face, and he couldn't help but marvel at her innocence.

"She's ours, Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I will do anything to protect her. No harm shall come to our Feydra."

From that moment on, Feyd became an attentive and devoted father. He would spend hours cradling Feydra in his arms, his stern countenance replaced by a softness that only she could evoke. The fortress, once a place of cold authority, became a haven for the blossoming love between father and daughter.

As Feydra grew, Feyd's determination to shield her from the harsh realities of their world intensified. He vowed to eliminate any threat that dared to cast a shadow over her, swearing to protect her with a fierceness that only a father's love could inspire.

One day, as father and daughter strolled through the fortress gardens, Feyd's eyes gleamed with an unspoken promise. "Feydra, my precious one, you are the future of House Harkonnen. No harm will befall you as long as I draw breath. I would destroy worlds to keep you safe."

Feydra, oblivious to the dangers that lurked beyond the fortress walls, gazed up at her father with adoration. In those moments, Feyd's heart swelled with a love that transcended bloodlines and tradition. The bond between father and daughter had forged a legacy that defied the expectations of House Harkonnen, proving that love could be a force more powerful than any political alliance or familial obligation.

[fascinatedhelix]

Some fun things I’ve heard at work over the past few months:

“I gotta take what’s left of my brain and throw it in the trash because right now it’s all soup, and not even good soup!”

“____ is turning 21 soon.” “Oh she’s a baby!”

“Hello Mr-and/or-Miss security man person!”

“Are you high from the paint fumes yet? It stinks in here!” “No, unfortunately.”

“The sign says please don’t climb on the platforms.” “I didn’t see a sign!” “…. (points to a sign saying STAY OFF PLATFORMS PLEASE)” “I said I didn’t see a sign, not that there weren’t any…”

[writerthreads]

Fantasy names ideas (with meanings!)

By Writerthreads on Instagram

I always have trouble coming up with names for side characters, so hopefully this can help you as much as it helped me! The names in brackets are additional ones that are similar.

Male Fantasy Names

Aldric – (Germanic) old ruler / wise ruler

Caelum – (Latin) sky / heaven

Druvan(/Dhruv) – (Sanskrit) steady / immovable

Fenris – (Norse) named after the mythical wolf Fenrir

Kaelen(/Kaelan) – (Celtic) warrior / mighty

Leofric – (Old English) beloved ruler

Maelor – (Welsh) prince / lord

Rurik – (Slavic) famous ruler

Torin – (Gaelic) chief / thunder

Zarion – (Hebrew) full of sadness

Baldric(/Balrik) – (Old Norse) mighty warrior

Garron – (Irish) strength / protection

Ithran – (Arabic) crowned / majestic

Jorah – (Hebrew) autumn rain / early rain

Oberon – (Germanic / French) noble bear, associated with royalty

Female Fantasy Names

Ariella – (Hebrew) lioness of God

Brienne – (Celtic) noble / strong

Elysande – (French) noble / gracious

Isolde – (Germanic / Celtic) ice ruler / beauty

Lyra – (Latin) derived from the constellation Lyra, lyre

Mirabel – (Latin) wonder

Seraphine – (Hebrew) burning one / angelic being

Taliyah – (Arabic) blooming / rising

Yvaine – (Old French) evening star

Althea – (Greek) healer / wholesome

Calantha – (Greek) beautiful flower

Elira – (Albanian) free spirit / liberated

Selene – (Greek) moon goddess / light of the moon

Eleanor – (Greek / French) shining light

Gender-Neutral Fantasy Names

Aeris – (Latin) air / ethereal

Elynor(/Aenor) – (Greek) light / shining

Lior – (Hebrew) my light

Orin – (Celtic) pale / fair

Rune – (Old Norse) secret / mystery

Selwyn – (Old English) good friend / companion

Vesper – (Latin) evening / evening star

Aenor – (Germanic) strength / honor

Ilan – (Hebrew) tree / oak

Soren – (Scandinavian) stern / severe

Next up, country name ideas?

[cindol]

can I req jjk men as girl dad’s? Specifically nanami, toji, choso, or sukuna! :))

the jjk men as girl dads .

cw + — fluff, mamaguro!reader, heian era sukuna,

wc : 1307 words .

NANAMI KENTO .

the most girl dad ever. He’s lucky enough to get you pregnant and have three triplet daughters pop out.

He’s taught himself with YouTube and you how to do all of his daughters hair when you’re not available. If one of his daughter’s has trouble getting her hair done due to being whiney or something else he tries being negotiable.

“I know you hate it honey, but if you get through this I promise we can go to the park after with fuschia and yuki how about that hm?”

She’s whiney, but nods with a bratty look on face.“promise?”

“I promise.”

Nanami let’s his girls play with his face however much they please as long as it makes them happy and distracted. The thing that makes them stop is when you come through the front door with a gasp at your three daughters putting pastel chalk on his face.

“Girls! What are you doing to your poor daddy’s face?” you drop your bag rushing over while the girls are giggling with chalk in their hands while nanami sighs and chuckles at your worry.

Eventually they run off when you give a stern look while you use a napkin to clean up his face.“You really have such a hard time telling the girls no, baby.”

he has a soft smile on his face while you tend to his chalked up cheeks.“they’re my girls darling, I have to let them.”

CHOSO KAMO .

a better father than kenjaku could ever dream of. He knows what it’s like to have a father who looks at you like a bug, something less worthy so he treats his daughter Saiko the best he can with all his soul regardless of gender.

When she’s having trouble making friends in kindergarten he cheers her up with snacks and a goodnight bedtime.

He understands how emotions can be confusing for her too and in her late teens he’s fine with the mood swings and emo phase.

You just scoff when you’re taking her laundry basket after she slams the door. You’re walking down the stairs just baffled at your daughter’s recent behavior.“I never know with that girl I swear! It’s like your daughter just is in a permanent mood swing.”

choso chuckles.“give her a break baby. I think I remember you being like that when we were young don’t you?”

you hum, thinking about that time in your life with the laundry basket of jeans and white t’s on your hip.“guess you’re right there cho’. I use to be in a big phase of split dye as my hair color and you definitely couldn’t get enough of those pigtails.” you teased him at the end there making him nervously chuckle.

“Kenjaku would’ve had to drag me by the pigtails to get me to stop wearing them everyday. So give her sometime hm honey?”

You huffed, nodding.“ok but talk to her. She shares basically the same traits as you, she’ll listen better.”

Once it comes to it he takes Saiko mall shopping and gets to the route of the problem, boy troubles with her boyfriend.

“Boys are idiots sweetheart, take it from me and even ask your mother. There’s much fish in the sea in that highschool of yours.”

saiko sniffles but nods, choso wasn’t always the best when it came to girl advice but he made her smile and laugh.“Guess you’re right… He sniffs glue anyway.”

“I'm glad I haven’t met this ex of yours honey.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO .

He was glad when he had a male carbon copy of him and even happier to find out you were pregnant again for a third time.

This time he’d make sure he wouldn’t fuck it up and be there for his baby girl all the time. Even before she came into this world he was painting her room and decorating with you.

“Half and half toji?”

“Never know if she likes pink and blue baby, you can’t assume.”

He’s a protective dad in public grocery stores. He doesn’t just brush off some woman trying to touch his daughter Rina in her stroller just because she’s cute. He abruptly turns the stroller with a stank face making you nervously laugh but apologize to the poor lady.

“Toji! You can’t just be so rude to that poor lady for wanting to say hi.”

“Ain’t letting some random just touch my daughter. You’re crazy if you even think I would babe.”

It’s hard for him to be trustworthy to babysitters also. Even if your judgment is good he still chooses shiu to babysit his youngest daughter.

“Thought you wouldn’t even show.” he says it nonchalantly while handing shiu the giggling toddler.

“I’ve babysit two of your runts, I’m sure I can handle a third.” he makes a hiss when he feels rina tugging at one strand of his hair.“even someone as rough as this little girl so enjoy your night before she starts crying out for her papa.”

Toji’s brave enough when confronting another mother about her child’s bullying behavior towards Rina. He tries the passive route, a small “please teach your kid to be nice okay? Other kids are in the playground with me.”

When that doesn’t work and he’s met with an aggressive tone he matches the same energy.

“Ah great, nice to know where the damn kid learned to throw sand at someone. Nice speaking to ya”

toji doesn’t play about his daughter, at all.

GOJO SATORU .

He didn’t voice to the world about his daughter since he wanted her protected from the jujutsu world but megumi and you know exactly how much excitement was inside him from news of your pregnancy.

He’s glad when she doesn’t have any jujutsu powers or the six eyes, just a pretty face, her natural hair color with some white streaks in her hair.

When she’s a toddler he loved bonding time with her. Any free day he has off he’ll spend it with various mall shopping activities of getting lollipops and annoying nanami when he runs into him.

Seeing Megumi and her together also makes him grin. Be it that megumi is just watching tv and she happens to be on his lap but it still gets him happy.

Megumi just sighs at his sensei’s weird behavior while clicking through channels.“Jeez, you’re strange.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN .

The news that you were pregnant with his seed was good news. He didn’t show his excitement but a toothy grin with a hum was enough to know he was happy at the news.

Sukuna has never been one to care for labels. Any woman or man is just a meal on his platter when it comes down to it and any seed of his is automatically good.

Sukuna didn’t show it outside but he cares deeply for his daughter reira. He’ll let her crawl on his two available hands while his others are crossed, bite on his arms, anything that pleases her.

His favorite thing to do when it came to you and reira was have a small family outing with uraume coming along as preparation. He always picked a secluded area in a forest, sitting on the pink and white cloth with you and reira while uraume prepared wine and sandwiches to be splayed out for the three of you.

Sukuna doesn’t allow any disrespectful words about his daughter. Any maiden or butler whining or complaining near him makes him whip them into shape.

“If you really find caring for my offspring to be such an inconvenience perhaps I should have you removed.” and they all knew what he meant when he said removed in the tone he did.