#i like what men like but i love that i do it as a woman if that makes sense

[claypgeon]

the announcement

pairings: f1 grid x redbull driver!reader

summary: you get announced as the third driver on the redbull racing team, instantly making history as the only woman on the grid, days later you have your first press conference as an official f1 driver.

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f1: It’s official! Y/n L/n; F4, F3, and F2 champion will be joining RedBull Racing for the 2024 season! A million congratulations to y/n!

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mercadesamgf1: 💔💔 - Toto

user1: GUYS HE MEANS THIS IN A “i wanted her in the mercedes seat” TYPE WAY!! NOT THE “i hate women way”!!

user2: LMAOO TOTO??? 😭😭

user3: toto just lost the closest thing he had to the next verstappen…i’d be heartbroken too

user4: if toto had a nickel for every time he lost a future world champion to redbull, he’d have 2 nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

user5: get a better negotiating team toto…

mclaren: Congratulations to Y/n, we wish her the best!

user6: oh what i would’ve done to see y/n in papaya orange 😣

user7: me toooo 💔💔 but you can’t really compare redbull to mclaren…i would’ve chosen redbull too

user8: y/n and lando would’ve been the FUNNIEST TOGETHER 🤬🤬

user9: yns ferrari era has come to an end ☹️

user10: wait i feel bad for her, she wanted to join ferrari so bad 😕

user11: love-hate relationship with the fact that they didn’t mention her being the only woman on the grid…

user12: RIGHT?? it’s like on one hand they should’ve mentioned it, because she’s making history as we speak BUT on the other hand it shouldn’t MATTER that’s she’s a woman, yk 😞

user13: so many conflicting emotions

scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️

user14: SHE COULDVE BEEN YOURRSSSS!!!!

f1academy: So proud 🥹

user15: she 10000% deserves this, she’s definitely one of the best!!

user16: now we wait for that wcd 😫

formula2: Our girl 👏👏

redbullracing: OUR girl 😁😁

user17: LMAO??

haasf1team: Congratulations! 👏

user18: she doesn’t deserve that seat…

user19: if not her then who? she completely demolished everyone in f2. she deserves that seat more than ANYONE.

visacashapprb: 🎉🎉

user20: wait does this mean y/n and max interactions??

user21: they’ll either hate or love each other 😭

stakef1team: Pop the champagne 🍾

user22: this means y/n and max will definitely be competing for that wdc…

user23: good for them! f1 has gotten so boring lately! we need some of that fire back

user24: MY GIRLS MAKING HISTORY!!!!

user25: how many races do you think it’ll take until she wins her first race??

user26: she’ll definitely win at least ONCE this season

user27: praying it she wins soon so she can shut all the haters up 🙏🙏🙏

alphinef1team: Congratulations!! 🥳

user28: hoping for the best 🥳🥳

astonmartinf1: 🎊🎊

user29: i was NOT expecting this

user30: time to put on my y/n defender hat and fight off all the misogynist

user31: i can name 3 MEN who deserve that seat more then her

williamsracing: Big congrats to Y/n 💙💙

user32: i was expecting ferrari y/n..but i guess redbull will do 😒

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yourusername: i’ll miss you f2 💔

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user33: girl just got into f1 and this all she has to say 😭😭

yourusername: IM NERVOUS AND DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY

user34: someone get this girl a pr team !!!

user35: NO DONT!!! I LOVE Y/N THIS WAY DONT TRY TO CHANGE HER!!

user36: carefully patrolling the comment section for any hate comments 👀

redbullracing: So ready for you 😫😫

user37: WHAT IS THAT EMOJI 😭😭

user38: AND THAT SENTENCE??

user39: i think the admin just worded it wrong..

lewishamilton: Making history 🔥

user40: i think i can hear y/n screaming from monaco…

yourusername: thank you lewis ☺️☺️☺️

user41: @yasutanakamanager how hard did y/n scream reading lewis comment?

yasutanakamanger: Loud enough for the states to hear 😕

yourusername: you’re fired ✋

fernadoalonso_oficial: Tan orgulloso 👏

yourusername: AHHHHHH

yourusername: OMG OMG OMG OMG

yourusername: gracias, gracias fernando 💗💗

user42: yns first interaction with her idol and the man she learned spanish for, so proud 🥹

user43: learned spanish for???

user42: she learned spanish when she was younger simply because fernando alonso did and she wanted to relate to him 😭

landonorris: Wow! Congratulations 🔥🔥

yourusername: thank you little lando norris!!

landonorris: I’m never escaping that am I?

yourusername: i fear not…

user43: @/mclaren WE COULDVE HAD THIS DOU 🤬🤬🤬🤬

oscarpiastri: Congratulations! 🎊🎊

yourusername: aussie aussie

oscarpiastri: ?

yourusername: that was australian for “thank you mate” do you not know your native language???

oscarpiastri: My apologies, my australian is quite rusty! Aussie aussie aussie

yourusername: yup! yup! aussie aussie aussie!

user44: i already love them your honor

user45: i’ll never forgive mclaren for not allowing us to have lando+y/n+oscar

maxverstappen1: So excited to finally have some real competition!

user46: the SHADE ???

yourusername: i love me some competition

user47: but if i said brocedes type beat-

user48: i would say you should stfu ❤️

charles_leclerc: I think red suited you better ☺️

user49: THEY DIDNT WANT HER CHARLES DONT RUB SALT IN THE WOUND

yourusername: idk i’m kinda rocking the dark blue

schecoperez: Excited to have you 👏👏

yourusername: thank you checo! ☺️

user49: its gonna be so strange not seeing y/n with the other f2 drivers anymore 😕

user50: this means y/n is going to have to make new friends ALL OVER AGAIN

user51: i hope it happens quickly because when she got into f2 it took her MONTHS to finally make friends

user52: and it was so sad to watch…

olliebearman; Going to miss you so so so much!!!

yourusername: ugh don’t make me cry 😞

logansargeant: Welcome 🙏

yourusername: thank you mr USA 🇺🇸

logansargeant: Of course 🦅🦅🦅

user53: y/n becoming logan’s only friend when ??

danielricciardo: Aussie aussie aussie aussie aussie

yourusername: aussie aussie aussie?

danielricciardo: Aussie aussie!

yourusername: aussie aussie aussie aussie…

danielricciardo: Aussie 🥹

yukitsunoda0511: Is it true that you are taller than me?

yourusername: yeah yuki i believe so..

yukitsunoda0511: 😞

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f1: Some of our favorite looks at the FIA award ceremony! Which look is your favorite? 👀 Next up is the press conference, follow the link in our bio to watch your favorite driver live!

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user54: why is y/n the only one popping her pussy out here???

user55: y/n eat EVERYONE up

user56; patiently waiting for a thread about every funny moment caused by y/n today 🧍‍♀️

user57: yns first f1 event and she KILLED IT!!

user58: guys yasu looks so good 🤤🤤🤤

user59: is that the guys standing next to her?

user58: yep! and he looks very handsome

user60: do these men know anything other then boring suits? (except for hamilton ofc)

user61: 🔥🔥

user62: my queens first f1 event 🥹 as a fan since her f3 days i’m so proud 🥹🥹

user63: that dress is 🔥🔥

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yourusername: some pics of my break! :D

view comments below!

landonorris: So you have a flying planes license?

yourusername: yep :D

landonorris: And you can fly planes?

yourusername: yep :D

landonorris: Like, you know how?

yourusername: yep :D

landonorris: And you can fly any plane ever?

user64: thank god y/n is a patient person

user65: already we all just gonna pretend like y/n didn’t suprise us all with that “former-bf”

user66: i’m more suprised on how well she hid it!

user67: she’s a grown woman 💀 ofc she’s been in relationships

maxverstappen1: How was the cruise?

yourusername: very fun!! ate lots of fish :D

user68: when did she go on a cruise??

user69: like 2 weeks into her break?? she posted lots of photos

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

user70: oh he wants her so bad

user71: here comes the shippers 🙄🙄

oscarpiastri: We should go karting sometime!

user72: oh!

yourusername: i would love that :))

user72: double oh!

kimi.antonelli: i can’t believe you went on a cruise with out me 😕

yourusername: kimi you don’t know how to swim…

danielricciardo: You should take me on a plane trip sometime 😁

user73: i see you daniel…i see you.

georgerussell63: I could probably learn how to fly a plane

user74: okay?

user74; is this you trying to flirt??

user74: because it’s not working

user74: and you should stop

. . .

notes: the first post of my redbull!reader au, hope you enjoyed !! you can obviously think of the fc however you like, but i will be trying to lean more toward woc for pictures, as i think we just need more of them in smaus!

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[mariasont]

Training Day - A.H

a/n: you all wanted more bimbo!assistant!reader and i'm a woman of the people so here we are

on a real note i love her and she is my queen

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you don't understand why hotch is giving you training lessons, but apparently he thinks you need it

warnings: talking about men following her in public YUCK, hotch trying to train reader, reader not knowing what's going on, cuties being cute

wc: 0.8k

"I still don't really know why we're doing this."

You were grumbling more than was characteristic for you, with every part of your body, your arms, your legs, and even your ass, suffering from a dull ache--sadly, not the result of any enjoyable pastime. After being knocked over more times than you cared to count, Hotch extended his hand toward you. You gladly took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

Your fingers deftly pulled at your pink tracksuit top over the sliver of abdomen that that had been revealed in your less-than-graceful take down. Hotch had pointed out the impracticality of your outfit when you showed up, but you stood firm on the principle that if early training sessions were expected of you, then your attire would be non-negotiable.

"Because I want to be confident in your abilities to defend yourself." His arms folded over his chest as his gaze bore into you, challenging you to contradict him.

"I'm just here to look pretty and answer your phones, crime-fighting isn't in my job description. That's your thing, Mr."

You shuffled back to your original position anyway, hands coming up to shield your face as you mentally sorted through the steps, or at least tried to, struggling to recall the correct foot placement.

"Shoulder width apart."

It's like he could read your mind. You were not entirely convinced that he couldn't.

"Crime-fighting doesn't have to be your thing," Hotch stated, narrowing the gap between you, his hands firmly correcting your stance. You sometimes found an excuse to stand just so, hoping he would step in to manhandle you into place. "But being part of the BAU, even peripherally, means you're not immune to risks. I need to know you can handle yourself... for my piece of mind."

"Sir, is this like, your super-secret way of showing you care?"

Your lips twisted into a half-smile as his hands clasped your waist a little tighter than necessary: a warning that said you were playing with fire. His fingers then moved to direct yours, positioning them closer to your face, his knuckles lightly grazing across your cheek in the process.

"Eyes on me, stay focused."

"My eyes are always on you, sir," you say, your head canting to one side. 

He released a controlled breath, giving you a level look that signaling you were pushing it. Nevertheless, you flashed him a beaming smile and initiated the move he had been drilling into you. The tip of your elbow made contact with the soft of his stomach.

He issued a muted groan as he intercepted your arm, preventing it from digging further, and in a fluid motion he spun you around, pinning your backside to his front.

"That was perfect, right?" you squealed, your fist shooting up in victory.

The sudden jump caused his hands to shift from your arm, finding a new perch on your hips to steady your... enthusiastic bounce.

You whirled in his grasp, the proximity sending a faint hum through his chest. Clearing his throat, he managed. "Yes, uh, that was it."

Clutching his shirt, the fabric crumpled beneath your purple-tipped fingers, you giggled. "Just imagine someone trying to follow me to my car now. They wouldn't know what hit 'em!"

"Is that a common occurrence?" The lines of his face gathered into that customary look of concern, that characteristic frown of his making an appearance.

He gently disentangled your hands from his shirt, not letting go, but rather laying his atop of yours.

"Well, sometimes, but I usually just call Morgan, put him on speaker, and he starts talking about the FBI stuff," you explained, giving a light shrug that nudged the zipper of your jacket down just a smidge. "They take off after that."

He clenched his eyes shut, pausing momentarily before reopening it. One hand let go of yours to adjust the zipper back to its proper position.

"That makes my stomach hurt." And it did. "Don't hesitate to call me when that happens. I'll come get you."

Your smile stretched ear to ear, potent enough to make him feel lightheaded. "You know, with all these trainings, who needs to call for help?"

"How about we compromise, and you still call me, regardless?"

You pout your lips, shiny with clear gloss rather than your usual pink. "That sounds less like a compromise and more like a you thing, ya know?"

Hotch's laughter rumbled from his chest, a warm, breathy sound, as he let go of your hands, which he realized he had been holding far longer than appropriate, and guided you to the door.

"You don't appreciate the added precautions I'm willing to take for your safety?"

Dragging your sneaker on the floor, you plucked your bag from the wall as Hotch closed the door behind you. "Gee, when you say it like that..."

When you walked down the hall you seemed to be perfectly in step.

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[robilover]

Robin and Topaz taking care of an overworked fem!reader Headcanons !

pairing(s): robin, topaz x fem!reader (separate)

cw: purely sfw, mentions of topaz’s real name, massaging, a little makeout session (topaz), non-sexual bubble bath (topaz), men and homophobes dni.

a/n: I accidentally deleted the ask, I’m so sorry😭 I’ll do both for you! do take some rest, you deserve them and you need them. I hope this is to your liking. <3

Robin

robin is a very busy woman; being a famous intergalactic songstress and all, she also gets tired from all the tours and her very obsessive fans.

she’s used to going home late, to see you home first before her. however, there will be times wherein she’s the first to come home, your presence absent.

robin would be surprised to see you come home late. she will get very concerned. she would ask you how work was for you today, and when you respond with a tired sigh, she doesn’t ask any more questions, so as to not overwhelm you further.

she will offer to let her take care of you, wanting to carry you back to your shared bedroom. it doesn’t matter about your size, she’s strong enough to lift you in her arms. she doesn’t want you to exert any more effort in anything, just wanting you to rest.

robin will cuddle you close to her heart. <3

she will lull you to sleep, humming and singing softly into your ear until you fall asleep in her arms. she even gently massages your head, your arms — the parts where you think you feel sore at.

as soon as you’re asleep, she will let out a sigh as her face forms another frown. she’d then reach out to her phone that was on the nightstand. it must’ve been a hard day for you, wasn’t it? don’t worry, robin will take care of everything. she will make sure that you will be back to your energetic self.

the morning after that, when you slowly woke up, you’re surprised that robin was still with you. she was only in an oversized shirt and pyjama pants, her hair up in a messy bun as she had a cup of coffee in her hand. the faint noise of the television can be heard in the bedroom as you thought that robin was watching a movie or something.

you stirred, letting out a soft groan as you felt robin’s arm tightening a bit around you. she looked down at you with a smile.

“you’re awake,” she whispered. “good morning, sweetheart. slept well?” she leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“mm, good morning, robin.. what time is it?” you greeted, nuzzling your face into her chest, resulting in a giggle from your girlfriend.

“it’s 8:30 in the morning, love.”

suddenly, you stopped moving. your sleepiness vanished in a split second.

“h-huh? I-I’m late for work!” you panicked as you tried to get up, only to be stopped by robin.

“no, you are resting today.” she said with a chuckle. “you are on a day off. I don’t want my girlfriend to tire herself again.” she added, placing her mug on the nightstand to maneuver you on top of her.

“you’re in for a weekend to get spoiled by yours truly. I had to call your boss that you’ll be staying home for a few days.” robin explained softly as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her hand gently making your head rest on her chest, her free hand gently caressing at the small of your back.

“what about you?” you asked, your cheek against her chest.

“don’t worry about me, honey. this weekend will be all about you.”

—

Topaz

just like robin, topaz is also a very busy woman; being one of the ten stonehearts, being the manager of the strategic investment department of the ipc, even being the leader of the special debts picket team. that’s a lot to shoulder.

as soon as she sees that stressed out look on your face as you were on your phone, she takes your phone and turns it off. numby would even place your phone to who knows where (just on a table) as topaz will pick you up in her arms, bridal style.

topaz will try to get that stressed expression off of your face as she tries to make some lighthearted jokes.

don’t stress yourself out! only she can be stressed, she’d chuckle. it will result in her getting a slap on the shoulder. she says that it’s to lighten up the mood. don’t be so grumpy~

she would carry you to the bedroom and tells you to stay there so she can prepare a bubble bath for the both of you. who were you to refuse? you love taking bubble baths with topaz! minus numby. it’s just for the both of you. sorry, numby. not tonight.

once in the bathtub, topaz will pull you close to her (naked) body and massage your head that it’d already make you sleepy. she’d also massage your shoulders, arms, hands, thighs — anywhere, really. as long as you ask her where to, she will do as you say.

topaz loves to press fleeting kisses along your neck as your body is pressed against hers. it makes her feel just as relaxed as you.

“there— ah, that’s the spot, topaz..” you sighed in content as topaz massaged your shoulders and back. she let out a soft chuckle.

“right here, baby?” she giggled while massaging you, even pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade, making you smile.

“mhm,” you hummed with a chuckle, leaning your back against her front. after a while of massaging you, topaz wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her chin on your shoulder.

there was a comforting silence enveloping the both of you. topaz’s soft hums can be heard as she thought that it would at least soothe you. pressing another kiss onto your shoulder, she whispered.

“feeling relaxed yet?” she said against your skin.

“yes,” you replied. “it’s all because of you, jelena. thank you for this.” you added with a gentle smile, turning your head to press a kiss against her temple. topaz’s cheeks flushed at the kiss, feeling giddy; especially when you called her her real name.

“d’aww, it’s nothing, sweetheart! anything for my sweet girl.” she chuckled.

moments later, she pulled herself out of the bathtub to get a towel, then pulled you out of the bathtub as well. she wrapped the towel around herself and you with a giggle, gently leading you out of the bathroom and to your shared bedroom.

as soon as you were both dressed in your matching pyjamas, topaz picked you up in her arms and carried you to the bed, earning a giggle from you. she first sat down and placed you on her lap, her hands on your hips.

topaz pressed soft kisses against your lips before giving you a gentle yet passionate kiss. your arms around her neck as you both kissed.

both of you made out for a while until you pulled back to press your forehead against hers. with a breathless smile, you whispered against her lips.

“I love you, jelena.”

“I love you more, y/n.”

[mikeysw1fey]

GOOD PIECE OF MEAT

pairing: sevika x female reader

warnings: men.

A/N: soooo…. hey guys. i’m back-ish. i won’t be updating like regularly but i will give you guys the odd one shot. since the trailer of arcane has come out i decided to start redoing arcane oneshots so feel free to request some, i may not be able to do heaps of requests but i will do a few. sorry for abandoning you guys for so long btw i just lost my love for writing for a bit but it coming back now so yay. anyway i love sevika with my whole heart and LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK OF THE ARCANE TRAILER IN THE COMMENTS PLEASE. i need people to talk about this with. i missed you all :))

I was freezing to say the least. The cold streets of Zaun were no place for me right now, not at this time of night, especially when I had left my jacket back at my apartment. And so I head quickly to the Last Drop making sure to stay away from the shadowy corners and avoid the lingering looks of the strangers within the musky alleys.

Finally, the dimly lit bar comes into view. Music and shouts echo outside the entrance as I walk towards it, excited to finally see the person I had been missing all day.

“Name and business?” The bouncer extends a hand out stopping me from reaching the front door, his expression lacking any sort of emotion. I hadn’t seen him before, no doubt new to this job and so blissfully unaware of who I am. “I’m here to see my girlfriend.” I frown still shivering in the outside air. “Who?” The bouncer replies crossing his arms and raising one caterpillar looking eyebrow.

“Sevika.”

Instantly his stature changes. Eyes widen in shock and his stance becomes a lot more hospitable. “Welcome to the Last Drop. You’re looking ravishing tonight.” He smiles almost too kindly and opens the door ushering me inside.

The bar smells of alcohol and sweat, nothing I hadn’t smelt before but still, not necessarily pleasant. Ignoring the scent in the air I scan the crowd till I find my girlfriend who sits with an accomplished smirk on her lips. Surrounded by four other men, she plays cards obviously winning as the others sit sullen faced or groaning in defeat.

Pushing through the sea of people I make my way over, Sevikas eyes meeting mine as I reach the table. “Hi baby.” I smile happy to finally see my girlfriend after a long day at work.

She grins throwing her cards face up onto the table eliciting groans from the other four members although her eyes stay locked on me.

“Hi princess, did you have a good day?” She reaches for my hand with her flesh one gently tugging me onto her lap and pressing a kiss to the side of my head as I face the rest of the table.

“Yeah, it was ok.” I reply looking up at her with a small smile. “I missed you though.” I whisper leaning back into her chest. Sevikas grip on my waist tightens as her thumb traces small circles around my hip bone. “Missed you too.” She grunts.

Turning my attention back to the other four at the table I can’t help but let out a small chuckle at their gobsmacked faces.

It wasn’t often I came to the Last Drop, but when I did I always gathered the same reaction. People were astonished at how I somehow had gathered the most feared women in Zauns affection. Her softness towards me especially in public made everyone turn to stare.

“So Miss Muscle Woman has herself a little pet.” One man scoffs his eyes lingering on me. I can feel Sevika tense under my body as he eyes me up again. “Well you picked good Sev, she’s a pretty one alright.” He chuckles again, looking at his mates for back up only for them to shake their heads in fear.

Both Sevikas metal hand and flesh hand softly grip my waist as she lifts me off her lap and onto the chair beside her. The bar goes silent, each and every individual looking over as Sevika stands up to her daunting six foot height in complete silence and slowly stalks round the table to stand in front of the man.

He quickly realises his mistake and holds up his hands in defence as he scurries backwards, falling from his chair. “I-I’m just saying Sev, she’s a very good looking piece of meat you know? Go-Good for you and all. I don’t want her myself but-”

It all happens rather fast. Sevika’s cape is flung off her shoulder and before I can blink the man is cut off, lifted from the ground by his throat. “Apologise to her.” She snarls menacingly as he kicks and wheezes, hands pawing at the metal that slowly carved into his neck. “Now.” Sevika barks tightening her hold causing his eyes to widen as his air way is cut off. The man manages to let out a weak sorry aimed in my direction before he’s dropped to the floor. His breath comes back all at once as he inhales deeply, clutching weakly at his throat.

“Say another word about my girl ever again and I wont make the same mistake of letting you live. Do I make myself clear?” She leans in close to the man holding the front of his shirt as she snarls at him. He nods frantically a few tears rolling down his face and onto the already purple bruise forming on his neck.

Letting his shirt go Sevika goes to stand up again before swinging her flesh fist at his face causing him to go flying backwards, blood splattering against the chair he once sat in.

“And don’t let me catch you in here again.” She shouts after him as he turns on his heel and hobbles out the bar. She smirks satisfied before turning to the rest of the onlookers. “Anyone else got something to say?” She asks, her voice low and dangerous almost daring someone to talk. Immediately everyone goes back to the previous activities trying not to bring attention to themselves.

I breathe out a sigh of relief as Sevika finally turns back to me, her flesh hand coming to land on my cheek stroking it softly as a small frown is etched on her head.

“Are you ok princess?” She asks softly. I nod. “I am now.” I smile and press a kiss to her palm. “Can we go home please ? That made me even more tired.” I ask.

Sevika nods instantly getting her cloak off the floor and reaching for my hand as we walk out the door and into the streets.

Shivering once again I move closer to my girlfriend who chuckles as I cling to her arm. “Here.” She wraps her cloak around my shoulders and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m not gonna let anything hurt you princess. Not even the cold. Not while I’m around.”

[marthawrites]

Bloodlust

Aemond Targaryen x wife reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: Aemond, unable to leave you behind in King's Landing on his way to Rook's Rest, returns to you after a successful scouting mission.

Includes: Contains future Fire and Blood spoilers (prelude to battle at rook's rest and a couple of the events leading up to it - mentioned, but not heavily described), and SMUT. Featuring murder (no descriptions of it), blood, Aemond's slightly (?) unhinged, blood eating (this is a fantasy in a work of fiction - please do not do this irl), reader is hot for Aemond's gloves, blowjob, rough Aemond, minor praise, unprotected vaginal sex, brief degradation, creampie, and reader and Aemond say 'i love you' at the end. Whew! Apologies if I missed anything!

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is pure filth. Sorry for the grainy header photo. This specific gif is still driving me insane and was the whole inspiration for this fic! As always, reader is non-descript and I hope you enjoy it! ♥

With Lucerys’ death, the war of ravens came to an end, and the war of fire and blood began.

Prince Aemond Targaryen, your lord husband, barely allowed you from his side much less from his sight. 

Kinslayer everyone called him. In fear, in awe, as a curse. 

After the murder of the King’s princeling son, Jaehaerys Targaryen, King Aegon II would no longer fight this war with quills and ink. He meant to win it with swords and blood. An eye for an eye. A son for a son. King Aegon dehanded his grandsire, Otto Hightower, as Hand of the King and gave the pin to Crison Cole instead. Criston was ravenous for it and immediately began planning an attack against the Blacks.

Duskendale would likely stand little chance against the Greens who were three-thousand men strong. If by some miracle they were able to defend their city, Aemond upon Vhagar and Aegon upon Sunfyre would overwhelm them from above.

Despite the odds being in your husband’s favor, anxiety still gnawed at you from the inside. The hour was late and sleep evaded you at every chance inside your martial tent. War was hardly the place for a woman, but Aemond refused to let you stay behind at the Red Keep while he marched to battle. He trusted your safety to no one except for himself. He deemed there wasn’t a safer place in all of Westeros than with him. You believed him.

You weren’t the only woman traveling with their army. There were other lady wives in similar positions to your own, a few cooks as well, and medics. Judging by some things you’d heard along the way, you weren’t too sure if there wasn’t a gaggle of whores somewhere too. 

The company of other women made you feel significantly better–whether they were whores or healers alike.

No one was allowed in yours and Aemond’s tent, however, and everyone knew that. Regardless if you and Aemond were inside or not, a pair of guards stood watch outside at all times. Tonight, a third armored man joined.

Criston, Aemond, and a small group of soldiers scouted ahead to gather what information they could on Duskendale’s defense. Hours had passed since they left. Ideas, scenarios, and other horrible images filled your brain on what might be happening. The entire scouting party was extremely skilled; the rational part of your brain knew they’d be able to handle anything that crossed their path. Yet… what if Duskendale housed monsters like the Targaryens housed dragons?

There wasn’t any room for a fire inside the tent. Nor was it safe. An oil lamp sat atop a makeshift desk and a few scattered candles lit the darkest corners of the space. Laying on your side, you watched all of the little flames and prayed for your husband’s safe return. 

Perhaps you dozed off, or went into a sort of prayer-induced trance, or simply lost track of time, but a clattering commotion outside seized your attention. Fight, flight, freeze: the instincts of any animal. Leaning up you grabbed a dagger from the makeshift nightstand. You held it in front of you, ready to defend yourself if need be. Fight. You would go down fighting. 

Aemond’s soft voice whooshed inside on a rush of cold night air. “Ābrazȳrys.” wife

“My love!” You said with an exhalation. You laid the dagger back down and stood, stepping to him with hurried strides. “Blessed Seven you returned! I’ve been so worried.”

He walked towards you as you came to him, long steps slow and sure. If he had taken note of the dagger in your hand he made no mention of it. His silence was almost as unnerving as the glint of his dilated eye in the low light.

You meant to throw your arms around his neck and squeeze him against you so you knew him to be real and true, right here and now, rather than a ghost summoned by your worst nightmare. But, something stopped you. You stared up at him, doe-eyed.

The blood splattered across his alabaster face spoke more words than he could vocalize. The smell of him–metallic and heavy–sent your own blood rushing. Even his hair was matted by thick streaks of dark blood. “What happened?”

A serpentine grin slid across his chiseled face and his seeing eye lit with deranged lust. His gloved hands gripped around your forearms, squeezing. “They’re dead.”

“W-who?”

“Duskendale scouts. We found them, questioned them, and killed them,” he answered with  soft-spoken intensity, gripping your arms tighter. “Cole’s speaking with Aegon now. We attack tomorrow. Duskendale will fall, and Rook’s Rest after. We will cripple my half-sister and uncle’s strategy before they gain it.”

Your pulse hammered against your chest. Behind your ears. You weren’t sure if Aemond realized how harshly he held your arms. It hurt. “Th-that’s wonderful news,” you stammered, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and creeping fright. “Are you hurt?”

He shook his head and let go of your arms. Then, he held your face as he crashed his mouth down to yours, kissing you with victory that smelled, and tasted, of copper. “My brother will have his throne,” he rasped against your mouth. “My whore of a sister and her bastard horde will never claim what is Aegon’s by right.”

You whimpered against his mouth, against his words, melting into him as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hip. Lifting your hands to grip onto the front of his dark green doublet, your breath caught in your throat. Blood stained the white of your chemise where he had squeezed your forearms. It looked nearly black in the tent’s candlelight. Leaning back half a step, you looked down your body and saw the front of you stained as well. Not only was his face and hair speckled with blood, but his new military garb was covered in it. “Aemond…!”

“Shh, my sweet wife,” he said against your neck, nipping the sensitive flesh.

Confusion, elation, and lust roared through your body, all of them trying to outdo each other. None of the emotions won. They only succeeded in tightening the muscles of your belly and making your entire nervous system quiver. Why were you like this? Why did your prince husband covered in other people’s blood make you yearn with dark desire? Goosebumps rose on your skin as Aemond nipped, kissed, and sucked all along your neck and shoulder. On instinct, you began to work open the buttons on his overcoat; you’d only seen him in this garb a few times, and your fingers fumbled with inexperience over them.

“I’d do it all again,” he said by your ear. “I will do it again. All across the Seven Kingdoms.”

You understood his meaning. You heard what he left unsaid. Pulling back, you peered up into his seeing eye. A hundred emotions lay bare for you to see: rage, satisfaction, confidence, hunger. “Who are you doing it for?” You asked softly.

“For my brother. For my hatred of my half-sister. For you.”

Aemond’s leather glove was warm when you grabbed his hand–the blood on it slightly sticky to your bare touch–and you nuzzled your face into it. “My sweet, dark prince,” you cooed, kissing his palm. His fingers. Languid. Dizzy on the intoxicating aura radiating off him. You bit the tip of one finger, sly; blood that certainly wasn’t your husbands smeared your mouth.

Witnessing your reverence had Aemond groaning in low inaudible High Valyrian. His soft raspy voice praised you in words you didn’t know. With his free hand he pulled you against him, his hard cock pressing firmly against the soft span of your belly.

You moaned behind his hand. “You will win this war for your brother,” you said adoringly. “Not Crison, not Rosby, or Stokeworth, or anyone else. You and Vhagar.” The feeling of him against your belly had embers searing your senses. Without allowing yourself to think twice about it, you licked one of his gloved fingers. The leather was smooth beneath your tongue, and your tastebuds exploded with the coppery taste of some man’s blood.

Aemond fucking groaned. 

You did it again.

Tension sparked down your spine like lightning and that delicate space between your thighs clenched around nothing. Despite the barriers of clothing between you two you swore you felt him throb. “You are the only weapon Aegon needs.”

He watched in fascination as you shamelessly licked the bloodshed from his glove. He nearly spent in his pants as you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking. “My filthy wife,” he hissed, pulling you further into him. He kissed you again and this time he tasted blood. He licked into your mouth, seeking it deeper. 

Each little moan his passion coaxed from you, he swallowed whole. Once again you began fumbling with the front of his attire, working the buttons open until you were able to push it off his shoulders. Beneath he wore a simple linen shirt, and you helped tug that off, too. With one final nip to his bottom lip you began to sink down to your knees before him.

Aemond watched you hungerly. 

You could unbuckle his belt behind your back by now–it stood no chance as you deftly slid it open. The front of his pants didn’t fight you as his tunic did. You pulled them down enough to free his cock, and you wasted no time in pressing deliberate, hot, open-mouthed kisses along it. You didn’t care that he was unwashed. If anything, the scent of leather, sweat, and battle on him made your desire boil over. Saliva instinctively collected in your mouth, and your eager kisses soon had your tongue sliding along him. By the time you wrapped your soft, lovely mouth around him it was lewd, and wet, and slow. You looked up at him, watching him unravel as you made a sensuous show of swallowing as much of him as you could.

Aemond’s eye hooded as he watched you. He would never fucking tire of watching you take him whole–your mouth or your cunt. Blood still streaked your exquisite features. It made the whole thing obscene. Blood from men he killed to protect his brother. To keep the throne for him. To protect you. “Fucking hells–,” he hissed. “There… yeah, oh yeah, hold my cock in that little throat of yours.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you held, drool already threatening to dribble down the swell of your lip onto your chin. You knew your husband liked it slow and messy like this. You knew he’d have the muscles of your throat flex around him until your head became dizzy from lack of air. You loved it–and he knew that. You held onto his thighs for support, cunt soaked and throbbing between your legs.

He pulled back slightly, before pushing forward, giving your slobbering mouth deep shallow thrusts. “I love how you sound gagging,” he praised, threading his gloved hand into your hair.

You nodded, tears still threatening to leave your eyes, moaning deep in your throat to his lecherous praise.

With a handful of your hair your prince husband bobbed your head along his cock for his pleasure, fucking into your mouth with perfect timing. He tipped his head back. He could never get enough of this.

His strokes were getting longer and quicker, now, a sure sign that he was getting close to finishing. You held on all the while, savoring the rough treatment as much, or perhaps more, than he was.

Finally, he stopped. Looking down at you again he said, out of breath, “I want to fill your cunny tonight, not your mouth.” Then, he clicked his tongue and said, “up.” He helped you stand, and before he could stop himself he was kissing you again, wild and voracious, licking away any trace of blood he had left on your face from earlier. He walked you backwards to the bed all the while and only stopped when the backs of your legs bumped into the cot. Smirking, he helped you out of your shift. He pushed you back onto it before finally stepping out of his pants and boots. 

Below him, you didn’t even care that his Targaryen hair was clumped with dried bits of blood. No, all you cared about was the weight of his cock as he settled it against you. Hot, heavy, smooth. He was perfect. All of him was perfect.

He squeezed your breasts in his hands–he was still wearing those fucking gloves! Of course he took everything off except for those!–rumbling his appreciation at the softness of them. His cock lined up with you effortlessly. With a push of his hips, he sunk into you. 

The stretch of him, the fullness of him, the sensation of being as close to him as you ever could be, had your eyes rolling closed and mouth parting open. In that same effortless manner, your legs wrapped around his trim waist. You were so wet that your body immediately yielded to him. You bit back a moan, not wanting to draw attention from anyone who might be in earshot of your tent.

Above you, Aemond smiled a dark smile. Shadows danced across his features and made the angular lines of his face sharper. “How does it feel to be right where you belong? Under me, full of me, wet as a maiden and hungry as a whore?”

Your legs flexed around him tighter. Heat bloomed beneath your face. “S-so fucking good..!”

He could see you holding back your sounds of pleasure. “Let them hear you,” he said, thrusting into you harder. Deeper. “Open that pretty mouth and let them hear.” Fingers pinched your nipples as he plunged into you again and again, filling you to your body’s end.

Even if he wanted you to stay quiet there was no way you could. Your sounds of pleasure spilled from your mouth as he nearly fucked you through the cot. It was as divine as it was harsh. Rough as it was loving. You weren't going to last long. Aemond wouldn’t either. “God–! Aemond..!” His name left your mouth in a wanton gasp, back arching.

With your mouth hanging open, he pushed two fingers inside to muffle some of those beautiful noises. “My pretty wife overwhelmed with bloodlust,” he crooned, tilting his head as he watched your fucked-out expressions.  “Come with me,” he rasped, cock swelling impossibly harder. “Come with me.”

You did. The tension in your belly snapped, and any restraint you were holding vanished. Your thighs quivered around him. The emotion and sensation that overcame you was intense and all consuming. Aemond, Aemond, Aemond. You’d give him a babe tonight. You knew you would.

He throbbed inside your flexing and relaxing walls, his seed filling you past the brim of your cunt. It dribbled out of you while his thrusts slowed. His breath came heavy and labored, face finally softening in the orange glow of the tent. “Vok. perfect You are so perfect,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours as you both came down from the heights of shared orgasm.

Your legs loosened around him until they lay open, allowing him to slip out from the cradle of your body. “Duskendale will fall tomorrow,” you said to him, kissing him gently. “You will be the victor.”

He laid beside you, then, and pulled you against him so you were laying on your sides face to face. “Anyone who dare face me will fall. The entire realm will fall before me,” he answered with the softest utmost confidence.

Nodding, you smiled and kissed him again. “The world is yours, my prince. With fire and blood.”

“With fire and blood,” he proclaimed, hooking your leg over his waist. Then, he whispered, “I love you.”

And you said it back, meaning it wholly.

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[wroteclassicaly]

Bby let's muse over Steve Harringtons ass.

Warnings: Language, smut, anal play, anal fingering, ass eating, anal sex, spanking, submissive Steve, dominant Reader, and NSFW.

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There’s many things that you can say about Steve Harrington. He has great hair, he has a constellation of beauty marks that even dot into his ears, his cock is the unidentified monster of Hawkins, his hands can be used as a human shield, he fights for his friends until the death, he’s loyal, he’s sweet, he’s smart, he’s beautiful, he kisses as if it’s his last day on earth… You can go on, really.

But then… there is also a rather, specific trait about him that’s undeniable. A physical presence that has turned heads of even claimed straight men. It doesn’t matter what he wears, whether it’s swimming trunks, sleep pants, sweats, or those sinful little Levi’s that belong in a museum — it is always on display, front and center. There is no getting past it, zero capabilities to deny it. Steve Harrington has a fat ass.

A perky, shapely, cheekily cut, juicy, bite-able, fuck-able, slap-able — deliciously sinful… ass.

You didn’t start out as his girlfriend, no. Just his best-friend, one that had agreed to benefits, before things became too vulnerable to ignore. And the more open emotions were, the more open things in the bedroom became. Steve was only alright trying new things with you, and the opportunity wasn’t wasted. So you’d showed him with a very targeted rental from the store, assuring that you’d checked in out by yourself under a fake name.

The woman had been taking her scene partner in several stages. First with her hands on his ass, slapping until it reddened, almost resembling a blossoming bruise. Secondly, prepping him with a finger. Thirdly, her face had been buried between his sore cheeks. And the finale, you had to help Steve take off his jeans, pulling his cock out for him as she accustomed to the harness, taking him in wild ways that Steve had taken you.

“Do you like what she’s doing to him?” You spoke into his ear, kissing at that one freckle inside, your fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb stroking off the pre from the head.

“Yeah…” his voice was choked, so low and raspy that it sounded as if his vocal cords had been drenched with molten lava. “What does it feel like?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, hues of blue and orange from the television set reflecting off his blown pupils.

“You want me to do it to you, Steve? Guys have a spot, just like girls do.”

“You mean my prostate, right? I know it’s a place… inside me… there. Is that it?”

You brushed his hair off his already slicked forehead. “That’s right, baby. Right in between your legs, buried deep inside of that tight, unused hole.”

He trembled impossibly, and that is when things got started.

~*~

Steve loves spankings when he’s over work and just needs to unwind. How your hands can make it hard for him to sit, to focus on anything that isn’t you. The way you grab him, pull him apart to observe like he’s on display over your lap.

Steve adores when you just grab him after a shower, through his towel or jeans, giving his ass a little lift or smack. Just staking your claim, feeling him up.

Steve will admit to calling you up several times a day, just so he can ride your fingers in the bathroom or stock room at work, addicted to watching his cock kick and drain all over the floor. He’s already been able to touch himself, but it still isn’t the same as you.

Steve isn’t able to process what happens when you split him open and bury your face in his backside, not permitting him to touch himself (unless you feel giving). You eat him the way that he eats your cunt — animalistic, with one goal. Letting him fuck his opening onto your tongue.

Steve can attest to his eyes crossing several times, upon seeing you in your harness, the shivering trepidation as he props his head on his bicep and strokes himself off at the sight off your dripping pussy as you adjust to the toy. He’ll help you step in on occasion. And the many positions. Depending on what the other needs, you will take him on his side, in front of a mirror so he can see how perfectly beautiful that he is, soft on his back for closeness as you go chest to chest, deeply on his stomach with a taught arch and sweet little pleas from his gifted little mouth, hard from behind, hand on his hair (sometimes in public, even at work. you have become addicted to watching him squirm after, knowing he’s gonna fuck you that much harder for getting him in that state), legs on your shoulders or around your waist, him riding you against the headboard or whatever surface you can find (even in his car), bouncing on top of you and riding you, his hands on your tits for purchase, cock leaking all over your stomach, balls wet with the arousal that has leaked across your thighs — any and everything that you can think of.

It’s safe to say, you’re in love with Steve Harrington’s ass. And will forever worship, remaining eternally faithful to its perfection.

[archangeldyke-all]

Reader who crochets? And she makes these special sweaters with the left sleeve cut out for Sev’s arm?? Omg

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ANON did u see logan @sevikasenby 's crochet tapestry of our wife!?!?? THE TALENT IS BEYOND

men and minors dni

there's a superstition in the knitting/crocheting community called 'the sweater curse.' the idea is basically that when you hand make a prospective romantic partner a sweater, you doom the relationship to fail.

you've read countless horror stories on crocheting forums about relationships going up in flames once a sweater is gifted.

'she called the sweater ugly after i spent a month on it.'

'he thought a hand-made sweater was too intimate and i was moving too fast.'

'they left with no explanation the same day i bought the yarn for their sweater.'

you've seen it all.

you know that the curse is something to fear. and you really don't want to lose sevika. but she's stubborn.

sevika thinks the fact that you crochet is so. fucking. cool.

most people think it's a grandma hobby.

sevika thinks it's the most impressive thing in the world. you can make anything. she's watched you knit blankets, sweaters, tops and socks. little stuffies for the neighbor kid next door, hats for your friends' birthdays. mug cozies, coasters, pillow cases and dog clothes-- she's seen you make it all.

and she's dying to have you make her something.

"don't you love me?" sevika whines one night as she cuddles in bed beside you while you crochet a scarf.

"can't stand you, actually." you grunt, already knowing what she's about to bother you about. she huffs.

"you don't understand baby. i was sooo cold at work today-- freezing, really-- and it's not like i can go buy a sweater 'cause of my ar--"

"you're so fucking annoying." you groan. sevika chuckles.

"is it so bad to want to show off my baby's work?" she asks. you huff, shaking your head.

"it is when it means we'll break up!"

she wears you down over time.

you start crocheting her little things, wanting her to feel loved but not wanting to subject the two of you to the curse.

you crochet her a little keychain charm on your anniversary; a hat for winter solstice. in the spring, you make her a few new scrunchies for her half-ponytails.

for her birthday, you give her the first big crochet project you've made for her: a purple poncho in a thick, warm yarn, perfect for the colder windy days when her thin red poncho isn't enough.

she cries when you show it to her. (she nearly gets heat stroke a week later when she tries to wear her new winter poncho on a blazing hot day.)

when you propose to her (kneeling in front of her where she sits on the couch kissing her hands, metal and flesh alike, as you bat your eyelashes at her,) sevika doesn't even let you finish the question before she's pulling you off the ground and into her lap, kissing you breathless, and pulling away with a sob. "yes!"

"you didn't even let me ask!" you laugh. sevika kisses you again.

"you have to crochet me a sweater now. make it white, i'll wear it to our wedding." she cries.

you don't do that. (though you do crochet the neck tie she wears on your big day.)

you wait until you've been married for a year, until you're settled in married life and comfortable, until sevika's not expecting it anymore.

and then, on the night of your first wedding anniversary, you give sevika her first sweater.

it's the most intricate thing you've ever made. the cable crochet pattern you used was complex and time consuming, but it looks fucking gorgeous. beautiful royal purple-- her favorite color-- her exact measurements, and sleevless on the left side.

sevika wears the sweater everywhere. all the time. whenever she can.

you only planned on making her the one, but her reaction (and the wear and tear the sweater receives from being worn by the scary woman of zaun) inspires you.

you knit her a new sweater, every year, for the rest of your lives.

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[chuuzmii]

Omg nobody is saying eddie is queer because he had a few bad relationships with women like can we sit here and be honest with ourselves and say that HIS RELATIONSHIPS (excluding marisol bro rlly fucked that one up) WERENT EVEN BAD!! But there have been sooo many reasons over the years to think Eddie is queer? "I don't like dating it feels like performing." Cut to Hen giving him an odd look. "Ive never seen a man turn off a woman with so much skill." "It's a gift." "They weren't my type." Like we could really keep going because the amount of tthings he says that just come off as glaringly queer is abundant. But then we can look to his past AND SEE THINGS THEREEE!!! Eddie didnt marry Shannon out of love but out of duty. Do you know how many queer men get married to women because they feel like its what they should do? Eddie isn't hanging on to Shannon out of love but because she was christophers mother. Everytime he talks about her its NEVER ABOUT HER! He never goes oh she was kind she was soft she was sweet she was literally anything a man would say about a woman they loved and lost. He just says she was Christophers mother. That doesn't sound like a man who truly romantically loved his wife.

Then moving on to Ana. She was quite literally the perfect woman. Like she stood by and helped him after he got shot and they had barely even rlly been dating when that happened. You cannot tell me that him having panic attacks every time he thinks of going any further with her isn't indication of queerness. Dude is struggling to make a family with women but is relaxed and happy making one with a man? QUEERRRRR. But once again this relationship was less about Eddie and more about Christopher. "My son loves her?" "Is that enough?" Like Buck was right it WASNT enough because he didnt even like her enough to introduce her as his gf to ravi (this was truly evil).

And okay maybe ur like "Ana was his first gf after Shannon ofc he was having panic attacks!" But then look at what happened with Marisol.. he tried to go a step further with her then immediately regretted it and asked her to leave right after. He struggles in all of his relationships because he cannot bring himself to feel what he's supposed to feel for them. I also truly believe the Kim thing was partially him self sabotaging his relationship.

I could honestly keep going and talk about the military and toxic masculinity, i could bring up him having to be the "man" of his house, hell i could bring up marisol being a nun. This MAN IS QUEER TO MEEEEEEE

[loulouwrites]

DIVULGATION . TOMMY SHELBY

summary: tommy's perfect life comes crashing down around him

warnings: angst, swearing, infidelity (sort of), talks of childbirth, terminal illness, child abandonment, infertility issues, period typical attitudes towards pregnancy and childbirth, period typical sexism/misogyny, loss of a parent, unedited

a/n: i will get to making a taglist, but life is a nightmare atm lmao

word count: 3.7k

In many ways, life had not been kind to Tommy Shelby. He had been raised in nothing more than a slum, in a town that saw no sunny days, any form of sunlight being covered by the thick smog of the factories that loomed over the town's residents - a constant reminder of their destiny. He had volunteered to fight for the King before he truly had time to understand what it meant, the thought of fighting men the same as him in a foreign country seeming better than being stuck in Small Heath for the rest of his miserable life.

He was meant for greater things, and he knew exactly what he had to do to get them.

As haunted as he was, Tommy excelled in nearly all aspects of his life. He had built an empire from nothing, he had secured a country manor for the cost of a shack in Small Heath, and he had a wife that had seemed to be put on this earth just for him.

Every decision he made, every step he took, was a calculated move to protect what he had built and to silence the ghosts that refused to let him be. Tommy Shelby was a man driven by both his aspirations and his demons, forever walking the line between triumph and torment.

She had married Tommy Shelby out of nothing but love. When they were wed, he had just arrived home from France, and people told her he was a shadow of the man he once was, though she never believed them. He was funny, charming, and clever; he just kept that part of himself hidden from everyone but her, which only endeared him to her even more.

They had come a long way since their wedding day. They had moved out of the terrace on Watery Lane into a mansion that was far too big for their small family. She no longer spent her days working in the shady betting office at the back of their house; now her days were filled with planning dinner parties and organising fundraising events for her husband's numerous charitable organisations.

Life was easier now, even if it felt a little emptier. She had thought her family would be bigger by now, expecting a few children to fill the vast house and keep her company, but it had never happened for her. She had wondered if there was something wrong with her, that her body was simply created wrong. It wasn't until she was having lunch at Polly's house that realisation dawned on her.

"You're pregnant," the older woman grinned behind her cigarette.

Her eyes widened at the words, and she dropped the china cup on the table. She had long given up on the thought of carrying a child, so the signs of her pregnancy had gone unnoticed. But the words Polly spoke hit her like a ton of bricks.

She was pregnant.

She left Polly's house hastily, barely glancing at the woman as she rushed to her car, a smile on her face, already imagining Tommy's reaction when she told him. She knew he would be thrilled. He had been pining for a child of his own even more than she had, and the hopeful looks he gave her whenever she was sick pierced her heart each time. But that didn't matter now, she was finally giving him a child, they were finally starting their family.

She called Frances' name as soon as she stepped through the door, asking if Tommy was home yet as she threw her bag and coat on the chair by the door. The housekeeper appeared in the foyer with a nervous look on her face, a rarity for the somewhat judgmental woman.

"Mrs. Shelby," Frances started, wringing her hands together in a timid manner, "you have a visitor."

"Who?" she asked, her joyful smile slowly fading.

"A woman," the older woman replied. "She claims to know your husband."

She understood Frances' apprehension in that moment. It was rare for Tommy to receive female visitors at the house, unless they were family or there for business.

She was about to question the housekeeper further but was interrupted by the front door swinging open. Her husband stepped inside, his eyes widening in confusion at the sight of the two women standing frozen in the foyer, their eyes burning into him.

"Mr. Shelby," Frances broke the silence. "You have a visitor."

"Who? I'm not expecting anyone," Tommy said, walking to stand beside his wife and placing a tentative hand on her waist, not missing the way she stiffened under his touch.

"A woman," his wife said, pinching her lips together.

"A woman," he echoed, his eyes flickering between his wife and Frances. "Did this woman happen to give you her name, Frances?"

"She said her name was Catherine, Mr. Shelby," Frances replied hesitantly. "There is something else..."

The husband and wife fixed her with such a burning gaze that the older woman had to lower her head to evade it, only daring to raise it again when Tommy cleared his throat, signaling for her to continue.

"She has a child with her, little thing, about ten years old."

The tension in the room thickened with Frances' words. All three bodies straightened, Tommy dropping his hand from his wife's waist to nervously rub along his lips.

He didn't notice his wife's absence at his side until he heard Frances' panicked voice call her name as she stormed towards his study, the skirt of her dress swinging from side to side with the force of her steps.

He joined Frances, calling out of her name, but she didn't listen, swinging the door to his study open, her heated gaze landing on the woman sitting on one of the seats at Tommy's desk.

"Who are you?" she spat out, shaking off Tommy as he caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

The woman's eyes widened. "My...my name is Catherine."

"I didn't mean your name," she hissed, approaching the desk. "Who are you?"

"I'd prefer to speak to Tommy alone," Catherine answered meekly, dropping her gaze.

"You'd prefer to speak to Tommy," she mocked, leaning a hand on the desk. Tommy called her name again, shaking his head at her when she looked at him.

"Do you know this woman?" she asked her husband, whose gaze flickered to the woman sat by his desk, a blank look on her face.

"No."

Catherine scoffed at his words, standing up from the chair on shaky feet. It was only then the frail state of the woman was clear. She may have been pretty once, but her sunken cheeks and pale skin aged her, and the drab clothes she wore made her seem worn and tired beyond her years.

"This," Catherine pointed to the child sitting beside her, and the other two adults in the room looked at the boy for the first time since they entered, "is Frank."

The young boy didn't look up at the mention of his name, his eyes fixed to his swinging feet.

"He's your son, Tommy."

"Ha," Tommy's wife scoffed. "I'm sure he is."

Your paragraph is mostly clear and grammatically correct. Here's a refined version:

Tommy called her name again, a warning in his voice that he seldom used when addressing her. She fixed him with a glare she seldom directed at him.

"It was before you went to France," Catherine interrupted the husband and wife's silent conversation. "You and your brothers were buying whiskey for the whole pub. I always remember you sitting in the corner, just watching everyone else have fun. I came over and asked you if you were drinking to celebrate or to forget, and you said..."

"Both," Tommy finished her sentence.

"Oh my God," his wife gasped, her hands covering her mouth.

Catherine ignored the other woman, turning her attention to Tommy.

"By the time I realised I was pregnant, you were already in France, and when you came back, everyone said you were different...I was managing fine so I didn't feel the need to tell you..."

"But now you need money," Tommy nodded, reaching into his breastpocket for a cigarette. "How much?"

"What?" Catherine frowned.

"How much?" Tommy mumbled as he lit his cigarette.

"I don't need your money," the woman had the decency to sound offended at the man's words.

"Bullshit," his wife scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't," Catherine insisted. "I'm sick, Tommy. Very sick, and I have no family. It's just me and Frankie."

The silent little boy in the chair finally lifted his head to look at his mother, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"He'll have no one when I'm gone."

"We run an orphanage," his wife spoke, her voice cruel and cutting, "we can reserve him a space."

Tommy's head snapped towards her, shock written clearly on his features. His wife was many things—sarcastic, witty, clever—but he had never seen her as cruel, not until this very moment.

"No," the boy shouted, getting up from his chair to stand beside his mother. "I won't go to an orphanage."

"You won't, son," Tommy addressed the boy for the fist time. "My wife was just joking."

His wife rolled her eyes, stormed out of the room, muttering a 'fuck you, Thomas' as she passed him on her way to the door.

It was late when Tommy finally entered the bedroom; his wife sat at her vanity, removing her earrings.

"They've finally gone then," she sighed, beginning to unpin her hair. "How much did you give them?"

He ignored her, throwing himself down on the bed and placing a hand over his eyes, doing anything he could to avoid meeting her gaze.

"Thomas," she warned, "how much?"

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Nothing? They left without a penny?" she scoffed.

"They didn't leave," Tommy snapped, raising his voice and slamming the arm that covered his eyes onto the bed. He groaned as the hairbrush she had thrown hit him in the chest.

"They're still here?" she hissed, standing from the vanity and approaching the bed as Tommy sat up.

"Just listen," he attempted to place his hands on her hips, but she smacked them away, pacing the floor with her hands in her hair. "I am that boy's father, whether we like it or not, I am, alright?"

She shook her head, muttering under her breath as she paced.

"I'm not going to throw him and his sick mother out on the street," he continued. "That's not the man I am, and you know it's not."

"No, your moral compass is a beacon to us all, Tommy," she rolled her eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" he shouted, beginning to lose his temper.

"Not get whores pregnant, for one!" she shouted back, throwing her arms up. "You've betrayed me, Thomas."

"Betrayed?" he repeated, the disbelief evident in his tone. "I didn't know you fucking existed then."

"Well, I still feel betrayed."

Tommy sighed, rising from the bed and approaching his wife the way he would a skittish horse.

"I know, I know," he sighed, placing a hand on her cheek. She didn't resist, though she didn't lean into it either. "It's a fucking mess, and I'm sorry."

She choked out a sob, dropping her head. "It was supposed to be a good day."

"I know," Tommy murmured, moving the hand that was holding her cheek to the back of her neck and pulling her to his chest. "I'm sorry I ruined it."

If only he knew what he had ruined.

The clattering of knives and forks was all that could be heard in the dining room, there were more than ten people sat at the table and it appeared nobody could find a word to speak.

It had been exactly three days since Catherine and Frankie appeared on the Shelby's doorstep, and the tension had only been rising. She had thought she was doing a good job of being civil towards the woman and child who had ruined her life—nodding at them politely when her attempts to avoid them failed, and choking out a 'hello' whenever she ran into them in the corridors.

Tommy had been less than impressed with her attempts to hide from the strangers, and insisted he throw a dinner party to offically introduce his son to the rest of the family, much to his wife's chagrin.

"Lovely lamb," Arthur muttered awkwardly from the other end of the table, his words met with half-hearted murmurs of agreement.

"Frankie loves lamb," Catherine responded, receiving eye rolls from the woman sat beside her, and Polly who was sat opposite.

"How lovely," Polly offered a fake smile.

"I don't eat it a lot, though," Frank spoke from his mother's side. "Lamb's too expensive for mum."

She and Polly sniggered at the boy's words, covering their mouths when Tommy threw them both a glare.

"You enjoy school, Frankie?" John asked.

"It's okay," the boy shrugged. "I'm not very clever, though."

"Takes after his father," Polly muttered, earning a laugh from the man's wife.

"That's not true," Catherine placed a hand on Frank's shoulder. "He's a brilliant artist, and loves to read."

"What about you, Catherine?" Polly leaned forward, puffing on her cigarette. "Tell us about yourself."

"Well...I was a secretary until recently, I'm from not far from you..."

"Fascinating," Polly dismissed her.

"Polly," Tommy warned, subtly shaking his head.

"Why don't we take Frankie outside, Tom?" Arthur interrupted. "Show him how to shoot a gun."

"Oh, I don't-" Catherine started, but was interrupted by Polly.

"That's a wonderful idea, leave us ladies to chat."

Catherine conceded, not wanting to offend the older woman more than she already had. The men all left the table, Tommy having to gently drag Frank away from his mother, leaving the three women alone.

"So, Catherine," Polly began as soon as she heard the door close behind the boys. "Are you planning on staying here until you die?"

"Polly," the other woman gasped at her bluntness, but couldn't help but turn her head to Catherine to await the answer. She had been wondering that herself.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it," Catherine laughed awkwardly. "I just...needed to know Frank would be okay."

"He will be," Polly nodded.

"I know, I know that now." Catherine nodded. "Tommy has been very generous." Her eyes flickered to Tommy's wife, sat beside her, the omission in her statement clear.

"You have no other family that could take Frank?" Polly question, and Catherine shook her head, sweat beginning to pool on her forehead.

"No, my mother died when I was about his age, and my dad passed a few years ago. I'm an only child."

"Bless you," there was malice Mrs. Shelby's tone when she finally spoke.

"It must be scary, knowing you're not going to be here for your child. Trusing two strangers to care for him," Polly continued, not noticing Catherine's face getting paler, nor the way her hands shook when she lifted them to rub her head.

"Polly, I don't think she's feeling well," the other woman frowned when she noticed Catherine's body begin to slump in her chair.

"She's fine."

"No," Catherine said. "I'm not, I think I need to lay down."

They called Frances over, instructing them to take Catherine to bed, neither woman standing up from their seats to assist. They watched as Frances struggled to hold up the frail woman's body as she hald carried her out of the dining room.

"She's a fucking good actress," Polly muttered.

Frances returned to the dining room to inform the two women that Catherine had taken a turn, and the doctor would arrive soon to examine her.

Polly sat unaffected by the housekeeper's words; her counterpart's eyes, however, widened in horror.

"Oh my God, Polly," she gasped. "Have we killed her?"

"Oh, shut up," Polly scoffed, stamping out her cigarette in the ashtray. "She was dying before she even got here."

"Polly," she sputtered. "Your interrogation has literally put her in an early grave."

"Oh, because you were treating her splendidly?"

"I was just ignoring her. You've fucking killed her."

The dining room door slammed open. Tommy stood there, his face red, his eyes stormy.

"What did you two fucking do?"

Two days following the dinner party, Catherine's condition had not improved. The doctor had told them that her illness was so advanced that it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Still, she couldn't ignore the guilt that was bubbling in her stomach when she thought about the way she had acted at dinner.

She knocked lightly on the door, opening it gently, careful not to disturb the frail woman that was lying in bed.

"I'm surprised to see you," Catherine choked out, weakly pulling herself into a sitting position.

"I'm surprised too."

"Is there something wrong? Is Frankie okay?"

"Everything's fine," she reassured the woman, moving to sit in the chair beside the bed. "I came to apologise."

She didn't miss the way Catherine's eyebrow's rose.

"The way I've behaved since you arrived has been terrible. I'm not a cruel person, I swear. I was just angry."

"I understand."

She paused, her breath catching in her throat at Catherine's words.

"I would be angry, too, if I were you."

"It doesn't excuse the way I've treated you."

"No," Catherine breathed with a laugh. "But I understand it anyway. You felt like you lost everything in a few minutes, and I was easy to blame."

"I am very sorry," she spoke through the tears in her eyes.

"I am too."

"Well," she coughed, standing from her seat. "I should let you rest."

Catherine called her name when her hand was on the doorhandle, and she turned to look at the sick woman.

"Look after Frankie, please," she said, her voice weak and teary. "He's a sensitive boy. Please look after him, and love him, love him as much as the child in your belly."

"How did you know?"

"I had the same mood swings when I was pregnant," she said. Both women let out a small laugh.

"I promise to look after him... and to love him like my own."

"Thank you."

She approached Tommy, who was leaning in Frankie's doorway, quietly observing the boy as he slept peacefully. She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his back. Tommy jumped in surprise before reaching to hold his wife's hands, which were clasped around his stomach.

"You'll be a good father," she spoke into his back.

"Just wish it didn't happen like this," Tommy mumbled. "It should have been you and me."

"It will be," she promised. "You, me, Frankie, and the baby."

Tommy unclasped her hands, turning to face her, a frown on his face.

"You're..."

"I am."

Tommy's expression softened as he processed the news, a mixture of surprise and tenderness crossing his features.

"You're pregnant," Tommy breathed, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and wonder. He pulled her close again, holding her tightly against him. "We're having a baby."

She nodded against his chest, feeling his heart beat faster beneath her ear. "Yes, Tommy."

Tommy pressed a kiss to the top of her head, overwhelmed with emotions. "I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you and I'm so fucking sorry."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him back, her eyes landing on the boy asleep in the bed.

Catherine's funeral service was small. There weren't many people close to the woman, the majority of the mourners being the Shelby family.

Frankie didn't say much the whole day, he just stood at his mother's grave, an empty look in his eyes that she recognised all too well.

They arrived home in silence, Frankie jumping out of the car as soon as it pulled up in front of the house, running inside before anyone could stop him.

"He just needs time," she told her husband, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I know," Tommy agreed. He was no stranger to death, nor the solemn emptiness that came after.

She knocked on Frankie's door later that evening, popping her head in to see him sat on the carpet, still in his suit from the funeral.

"I'm just checking in," she offered him a small smile, kneeling down beside him on the floor. "How are you feeling?"

Frankie shrugged in response, his eyes downcast.

"It's okay if you want to cry, there's no shame in it."

"I don't want to cry," his voice shook, "I just want my mum."

"Oh, sweetheart," she breathed out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I know you do."

He didn't respond, he just kept his gaze pinned to the blue carpet beneath him.

"I lost my mum too, you know?" she said. Frankie's eyes snapped to hers for a moment, then snapped back down. "She died when I was a bit older than you. She got sick and died a few weeks later; there was nothing anyone could do."

"Do you miss her?" Frankie asked, turning to face her.

"Every day," she told him, "it doesn't get easier. You just learn to live with it. And then, someday, you'll be able to think about her and your time together, and it won't hurt so much. But you'll always miss your mum."

Frankie's lips pinched together in thought, and he nodded, accepting her ineloquent words greatfully.

"I know I haven't been very nice to you," she said. "But we're a family, and if you ever want to talk about her, you can come to me, and I'll listen."

"Okay."

"Okay," she rose from the floor.

"I'm sorry about your mum," Frankie said once she was standing.

"I'm sorry about yours," she replied, offering him one last smile before leaving the room.

Elsie Catherine Shelby was born in the early hours of the morning. She came quickly and was less fussy than other babies, according to the midwife.

Her big brother was excited to meet her, pacing the bottom of the stairs until the midwife allowed him to enter the room, a smile on his face as he greeted his little sister with glee.

"I'm not an only child anymore," he had laughed, poking the infant's cheek gently.

And just like that, the Shelby family welcomed their newest member.

[bettsfic]

okay so i saw The Bikeriders today and i knew i wouldn't be normal about this movie and even though my expectations were impossibly high it exceeded them. i was happy for it to just be a cool movie for the sake of being a cool movie, toxic masculinity ultraviolence whatever, and it was but with Jodie Comer's character narrating about what fucking idiots all these macho biker dudes are. it's like if a woman narrated Fight Club while constantly pointing out how stupid Fight Club is

also, most of it was filmed near where i live and it was so exciting seeing places i recognized! it's been all over the news for weeks

things i loved about it:

protective older woman/loose cannon younger man

lowkey romantic stalking

a relationship suspiciously close to a throuple, by which i mean protective older woman goes to war against possessive older man, re: their mutual intense love for loose cannon younger man. and that's not even subtext that's just text

hot sadboy who doesn’t talk much and is so cool he doesn’t know how cool he is

british people doing midwestern accents

NO PLOT, god bless. just stuff happening and a lot of gay tension building

accurate portrayals of the aftermath of the vietnam war

accurate portrayals of mid-century small-town life

accurate portrayals of men being fucking pathetic

things i did not love about it:

for the love of god please wear a helmet

idk man it's just a whole-ass movie about how vietnam changed the very definition of masculinity, and that awkward era between wwii and vietnam when guys were rebellious for the aesthetic, rebel without a cause shit, twinks in leather jackets manhood. the movie even points that out, like they're so against rules but then they make all these rules for their silly little biker gang because they're bored. and then allll these vets come home from a war nobody wanted and they're actually rebelling, full anti-establishment, and there's just no more honor anymore because everybody's broken. which is all to say, somebody please come into my ask and be insane about this movie with me.

anyway i'm seeing it again tomorrow and i have already started an ot3 fic goodbye

[feelslksugar]

shades of cool (traditional husband anakin x bimbo reader)

A/N;  I apologize for the delay I got so busy out of nowhere, but. AGAIN! This is something very self-indulgent. I don’t know if this needs to be said but I DO NOT condone any of this behavior. Very dark and triggering content ahead so PLEASE read the warnings below and read at your own risk. (I also apologize for any errors it's so late)

+ DON’T LIKE DON’T READ! Argue with the wall I will not argue with you idgaf!

Warnings;  DARK CONTENT, DEAD DOVE, reader gaslights herself a lot, blood, biting (drawing blood), unhappy marriage, degradation, choking, mind break, lots of eye contact, Anakin is very sadistic and sick, breeding kink, mentions of breastfeeding, mentions/threats of cheating/infidelity, hair pulling, baby trapping, name-calling, female reader, p in v sex, feminine pet names used, angst, gender roles, Anakin is VERY mean, physical abuse, slapping, non-con, dub-con, dacryphilia, abusive and toxic relationship themes, EXTREME sexism and misogyny, the reader is in her early 20s and Anakin is in his late 30s/early 40s, the reader is a bimbo, mention of grooming. If there are any warnings that I’m forgetting please let me know! 

The moment Anakin Skywalker laid his eyes on you he knew he could shape you into whoever he wanted you to be. It would take time, sure. But you weren’t like those other girls around you who subscribed to feminist ideology and thought being completely dependent on a man wasn’t the way to go. 

You were just different. 

Ditzy, submissive, a little codependent, and that air of promiscuity that followed. 

Not that any of those traits were a bad thing or even a dealbreaker to him. In a world of college girls who yearned to be completely independent and self-sufficient. There you were. A dumb submissive but well-meaning young woman who wouldn’t challenge him and didn’t mind being lascivious. Perfect.

From the moment you met, there were many things he LOVED so very much about you. Number one was your fashion sense and your willingness to show so much skin. In the past, there have been countless men that have given you flack for the way you dressed. Being told constantly you weren’t so-called “wife material”.

 It came as a shock that the older man that you had assumed would be a lot more conservative than your college aged peers said he loved your fashion sense and didn’t mind when you showed skin. 

He loved watching you strut around in those mini skirts that didn’t leave much to the imagination with those crop tops that put your cleavage on full display. It triggered something primal in him. 

In fact, the first few chance meetings you had with Anakin he couldn’t help but stare at your pretty cleavage and your plump ass hanging out of those god-forsaken mini skirts.

 He always did so unashamedly because he knew a girl like you wouldn’t mind, right? 

You were his very own little bimbo. Perfect wife material.  

He’s not getting any younger after all. He needs to settle down soon with a young woman who could be the perfect docile, sweet, and forgiving wife.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

As soon as you started dating Anakin it became increasingly clear the large age gap made you a little more susceptible to his tricks. 

To him, you were practically BEGGING him to transform you into his very own traditional wife. You were just too sweet and submissive for your own good and it would be a shame if your potential went unnoticed.

Since your first date with the older man, he made his intentions clear as day. He knew what he wanted from a pretty girl like you and that was marriage.

Sweetheart, you know I’m much older than you, right? 

You’re okay with that?

Nonsense, I think you’re the perfect age to get married Honey.

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

You would say the first couple months of your marriage to Anakin were amazing. You’d even go as far as to say everything was perfect. 

Anakin seemed like the ideal husband and he made you feel like you were on cloud nine. In the back of your mind you did think things did move a little too fast. But those red flags didn’t bother you at the moment. You were just too blind-sighted by the all-over consuming feelings of love you had for your seemingly perfect husband. 

.・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・❤・✫・゜・。.

“I said be a good wife and just listen to me,” Anakin’s voice tickled you as he spoke against the sensitive skin of your ear. Not wanting anyone to hear him. 

His tone was soft but very firm. It was one you never heard him use with you before. He was repeating himself. Demanding you listen to him. He hardly ever had to repeat himself to you. He didn’t like to tell anyone to do anything twice and he made that abundantly clear from the moment you two met.  If he wanted something done it needed to be done the first time. Correctly. Don’t make him repeat himself.

But alas there he was. Repeating himself because his wife can’t follow his leadership. 

Why would you WANT to disobey your lovely husband anyway? He knows what's best for his precious wife. You're just a sweet little docile woman after all. Let a man take care of you. Let him be in control. 

“Just fucking listen to me you’re embarrassing me. You’re making me look like a bad husband right now.”

“Know your place as a woman and shut up.”

Whenever disagreements like this happened you were forced to pretend his words didn’t hurt. And even that proved to be difficult. You did as he said most of the time but he was just so mean whenever you stepped out of line, but could you blame him? 

No man wants a wife that’s so defiant.

“I don’t want to,” You huffed and crossed your arms. His demand pushed you to your absolute limit. You couldn’t stand his domineering and chauvinist attitude anymore. The way he demanded you to listen to him and demanded you obey him just because you’re his wife made you feel ill, and you knew If you allowed it once he would only get worse over time. 

This was the first time you ever stood your ground against your husband and it was nerve-wracking but it needed to happen you thought. He can’t get away with telling you to just listen to him. You’re your own person apart from being his wife. Who does he think he is? 

 “Oh? You don’t want to?” His voice deepened and his gaze darkened. The energy in the room shifted and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced in your whole marriage. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t consumed by fear at the moment. His gaze made you feel like prey. like he would pounce on you and tear you to pieces at any given moment. This was uncharted territory. Whenever he told you to be quiet you obeyed him blindly, never questioning his authority. Wanting to be the best wife you could be. 

You didn’t realize you were stuttering and staring at Anakin like a deer in the headlights until he scoffed at your lack of response.

 “Okay then,” 

“Look at me,” He orders. Your stomach drops when you feel his hand suddenly grab your chin. Forcing you to look at him. “Listen, you dumb fucking bimbo.” The grip he had on your chin tightened when his next sentence began. “I don’t want a disobedient wife. If I tell you to listen to me then you fucking listen to me no questions asked.” His eyes were shooting daggers into yours. You swore you had never felt such intense anger before. 

The way he forced you to make direct eye contact with him while he spit his venom. Making sure you were hearing and understanding every single word felt oddly intimate. 

But what did he call you?

Bimbo?

“I picked you out of all of those dumb broads, but now I’m starting to realize that might have been a mistake.” His grip loosens; he has to keep it together when he sees your eyes begin to water when you begin to understand the severity of his words. He wanted to smile right in your face and push your buttons until you cried until you couldn’t anymore, but he couldn’t. Not yet at least. 

What fun would it be if he broke you so early on?

“You don’t realize how lucky you are. You’re treated like a princess and I work all day to make sure you never go without and you want to be disobedient? Fine. I can find another slutty bimbo anywhere. I’ll find one that can listen, unlike you.” He snaps and unhands your face. Not caring to be gentle with you before pushing your face out of his way and walking towards the front door. 

Not even acknowledging the tears that begin to stream down your face or the way his push made you almost fall to the floor. 

“A-Anakin wait!” Your voice cracks when you desperately yell out to get his attention before he reaches the front door. Desperate for him to stay and not go out and find another ‘slutty bimbo’. Fat tears continue streaming down your cheeks until your vision begins to go blurry. 

You expected him to feel bad when he heard you yell out to him and choke back your sobs. He was the kind of husband who hated making you cry (or so you thought). He was always there to comfort you whenever you were sad and would do anything to cheer you up on your darkest day. But it was just different this time and it scared you. He didn’t even turn around. 

Unbeknownst to you, he was reveling in the fact that only he could make you feel this way so easily. He adored the fact that he could reduce you to a sobbing mess with ease. 

You were sensitive and dumb just how he liked his women. 

“P-please don’t go!” The sobs you were trying so hard to hold back left your body when you realized he wasn’t turning around or even trying to comfort you. The only thing you could do was watch him through your blurry vision as he inched closer to the front door. “Anakin, please! I’m sorry I’ll be good!” You cry out to him in a last-ditch effort before you fall to your knees with your head in your hands.

But he finally turned around.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. 

The sight of you reduced to a crying begging mess made his cock twitch. 

If he knew it was this easy to break you down. He would have broken you a long time ago. 

The feeling that coursed through his body while he watched you have a breakdown was foreign. It felt almost orgasmic. 

He almost felt bad. Almost.

When he snaps out of his lust-filled daydream he begins to walk toward your crying form. Crouching when he was right next to you. He watched you so intently. Your head was in your hands while you continued to sob and cry out his name. So consumed by melancholy that you didn’t even notice him right next to you. 

Poor thing.

 “Aw, you’re sorry?” He mocks in a sick faux sympathetic tone. His voice startled you. You were too consumed by your own tears to notice he was now crouched beside you. “And you’ll be a good wife? Hm?” His voice kept that fake sympathetic cadence. It was sick. He knew you were dumb enough to fall for the deceptive sympathy he was feeding you on a silver platter. 

Not even a second passes before you feel a harsh tug on the roots of your hair. 

“You took too long to respond.” 

You’re forced to make eye contact with Anakin once again but this time he has a death grip on the roots of your hair.

“Answer me,” His grip on your hair tightens when you choke on your own words. Being unable to say anything of substance. “Y-yes! I’m sorry I-I– I really didn’t mean to talk back. I'm so sorry, please forgive me.” You were too scared to look him in those piercing eyes. 

“I don’t know— Good wives wouldn’t be so bratty now would they?” He whispers being extra careful to not raise his voice and startle you any more than you already were.

Tears continue to trickle down your cheeks. The way he doubted your ability to be a good wife made you feel worse. If you weren’t a good wife, then what’s the point?

“I– No, good wives don’t talk back and I really shouldn’t have I–” Your sentence was abruptly cut short when you felt the pressure on your scalp release suddenly. Anakin had to hide the smile that began to creep up on his face as he watched you fall to the ground.

The way your hands flailed. Desperate to grab onto something and stop yourself from falling face-first onto the hard floor. It was just too good. 

“What was that? You’ll have to repeat yourself.” He has to hide just how amused he is watching you stumble and hold yourself up in such a state of distress.

By the time you finally found your footing again and held yourself up, you tried your absolute best to not make a big deal out of being dropped by Anakin. You knew it would just result in him mocking you for being so dramatic. 

“I said I–” You start again looking up at the man in front of you hoping to repeat yourself without interruptions this time. 

Silly girl.

Do you think he’d let you finish? 

You don’t get to finish.

Your words and train of thought come to a sudden halt when you feel a sudden sharp sting on your right cheek. 

Did he just fucking slap you? 

“What baby?— I don’t understand.” The shock of being slapped rendered you speechless. Anakin really did just fucking slap you. “You know what– It doesn’t matter. Stand up.” He chirps and stands up waiting for you to follow suit. That fucking asshole didn’t even want to hear what you had to say. It didn’t matter either way. He just wanted to make you look like a fucking idiot. 

The pain lingered on your cheek but you couldn’t let it distract you for too long. You tried your best to stand up as fast as you could in the state you were in. You feared if you took even a little too long Anakin would act unpredictably.

 “See, I knew you could follow my orders. I didn’t even have to repeat myself. Good girl.” He leans in to give your reddening cheek a kiss. “I don’t like hitting my pretty wife. Y’ know, I need you to look perfect,” His voice was softer now. As if he was speaking to an injured animal. 

“You forced my hand Sweetheart. I needed to teach my wife a lesson.” He coos while tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “What kind of husband would I be if I let you act so unladylike?”

“I’m sorry.” You mutter under your breath. Anakin being so gentle after acting so brash made you uneasy. 

 “I’m sorry too baby come here.” He tilts your head up so you’re looking straight up at him. He places a tender kiss on your lips. It felt so pleasant after being taught a ‘lesson’. 

There he was. The sweet, kind, and giving man you married. 

Could you ever stay mad at him?

“How about I make it up to you, yeah?” Make it up to you? As much as you wanted to ask questions you knew better. Especially after the argument you just had. The risk of rehashing was just too high. 

You nod your head in earnest. Whatever he has planned can’t be too bad right? He said he’s making it up to you after all.

You were too forgiving for your own good. 

Bimbo.

Anakin wasted no time wrapping his arms around your delicate body. Taking in the softness of your skin and feeling your every curve before tapping your ass, giving you the queue to jump and wrap your legs around him so he could take you to your shared bedroom. 

He could lift you like you weighed nothing, never once showing an ounce of struggle. You felt so relaxed in his strong arms. 

You allowed him to take you to your bedroom while you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck taking in the familiar comforting scent of his cologne and soap. 

Anakin walked into your shared bedroom with you in his arms. The familiar atmosphere gives you momentary comfort for the first time that day. 

But why would he take you to your bedroom anyway?

Your question would be answered soon enough when to your surprise he wasted no time placing you on your feet gently and capturing your soft glossy lips in a heated kiss. 

His lips moved hungrily over your soft delicate ones savoring the taste of your spit. Over the short time you two had been married (and dating for that matter) there had never been a kiss with so much need behind it. His hands began to roam your body once again while he continued to devour your lips. Not wanting to stop even for a second. 

“Fuck, I needed to kiss you so bad.” He breathes heavily against your lips before he captures your lips in another heated kiss. 

Anakin kissed you so hard you swore your entire mouth would be bruised. The way he crashed his lips into yours with so much aggression hurt but you couldn’t let him know that. His big hands toyed with the hem of your mini skirt while his tongue began to lap at your lower lip. He began to get a little bored just kissing you. Where’s the fun in just kissing? He wanted a reaction from you. It’s not fun if you’re enjoying yourself a little too much. 

The feeling of his warm soft tongue was suddenly replaced by the feeling of sharp teeth that began to yank and pull at your lower lip like a rabid dog pulling at a piece of meat. 

You watched as Anakin took your lower lip between his teeth. Giving it a sudden and aggressive bite. The pain made your eyes shoot open in surprise. That’s exactly what he wanted. His sharp teeth dug into the delicate flesh of your lip. He wanted to make you bleed and cause as much pain as possible and he wasn’t going to stop until he could taste your blood in his mouth. 

He truly was fucking crazy. He made and never broke direct eye contact while his teeth sank deeper into your flesh. He wasn’t going to stop until he saw those delicious tears form and trickle down your cheeks. The tears that made him so painfully hard. 

As much as you tried to hold back the tears. You couldn’t. 

The pain was overwhelming you and Anakin knew that. The very sight of his wife crying. In pain. Bleeding. Made him so horny he couldn’t even think straight anymore.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt Sweetheart?” He asked and released your lip from the strong grip of his teeth. All you could do was shake your head no, trying your best to ignore the blood that began to seep out of the teeth-shaped impressions in your lip. He smiled admiring the red liquid and teeth marks. “You know what— I have an idea.” 

An idea?

“Yeah, an idea.” He leans in close to your ear and whispers. “How about we try for our first child, yeah? I think we’ve been married long enough. It’s time you give me my first child.”

 Does he really want to try for a child? Right now?

He licks the shell of your ear before shoving your smaller body. “Get on the bed. Now. Don’t move.” A surprised gasp leaves you when you land. Landing flat on your back. 

 “Anakin, wait!” You protest while he crawls on top of you. His larger frame towering over your own. Not giving you any room to move. 

“Wait? For what? Are you really going to refuse to give me a child after you’ve been so defiant?” His hands are on either side of your body making sure you really can’t move.

He fakes a somber gaze. “I-It’s not that just– Fine.” You don’t even try to protest. It was a losing battle either way. You’d never win. 

Well, maybe he was right. 

You two had been married for some months now and there was still no child. Maybe it was time.

“That’s right baby— That’s what I like to hear. Just sit back and let me do what I want.” He leans down peppering kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck. Small moans left your lips as he left open-mouthed kisses on his way down to your collarbone. Tugging the collar of your skimpy crop top down to expose more skin. 

“Ani, don’t leave any marks.” You whine while his mouth attaches to your collarbone. “I won’t mark you where anyone can see.” He mutters against your soft skin before giving it a rough suck. “Mmph, please Ani-” He knew you were the most sensitive on your neck and planned on using it to his advantage. 

The feeling of his warm mouth sucking on the thin skin of your neck felt heavenly. You knew when you woke up tomorrow morning there would be a big purple bruise on your neck. But that wasn’t a concern. Not right now at least. 

It felt too good. 

Before you knew it your soft skin was beginning to become adorned with splotches of red and violet as he made his way around your neck and collarbone leaving no skin untouched. 

Who cares about what you said earlier anyway?

As Anakin makes his way lower and lower he lets out a frustrated huff when he realizes he can’t reach the tender skin of your breasts. “Fuck, I need to see these tits.” 

He abruptly grabs the hem of your crop top. Ripping it in half exposing your entire chest to him. 

“No bra? Dirty girl.” 

A wave of cold air hits your sensitive nubs making you wince slightly. “Fuck, they’re so pretty. I have the prettiest wife.” His gaze was clouded with lust as he took in the sight of your bare chest. His cock strained against the tight constraint of his pants as he leaned in to take your right nipple in his mouth. Giving it a soft suckle and massaging the left. “These tits are so perfect. They’ll be filled with so much milk soon,” He moans into your chest. Imagining the sight of your tits heavy and swollen with milk.

“I’ll take care of these tits so much when you’re pregnant. I’ll drain them every day.” He continues to suck on your right nipple for some time before his grip on your left breast loosened. Eventually letting go and taking it into his mouth while massaging the right.

 His attention fluctuated between the two. Never giving one more attention than the other. He suckled your nipples with so much care. He wasn’t being rough and uncaring. It was pleasant more than anything. Like he was actually trying to extract milk from your swollen tits. 

“Your tits taste so good..” He whimpers as he trails down the valley of your breasts while his now free hands play with the waistband of your mini skirt. “I don’t want to wait any longer.” He pulls himself off of your smaller frame, not before licking his lips and admiring your exposed top half one more time. 

“W-wait are you sure?” You stammer while Anakin fiddles with his button and zipper. You watch him intently as he finally releases himself from the confines of his pants and boxers. 

“Of course I am. It’s your job as my wife to give me a child.” His cock springs free from the restraints. Hissing when the air-conditioned breeze hits his weeping cock. 

The sheer length of his cock was something you could never completely get used to no matter how many times you two were intimate. The girth was even harder to adjust to. You often wondered how he could make it fit in such a small hole. 

His cock looked almost painful the way it stood so tall. Weeping and a shade of soft pink and a darker shade towards the leaking tip. There were a few prominent veins decorating his thick shaft. The tuft of soft pubic hair was neatly trimmed making his cock look even bigger. You braced yourself for the world of hurt you’d soon be in for. 

“‘S gonna hurt,” You whine watching him stroke his cock. He moaned so deliciously when he reached the top, smearing his precum all over the bulbous tip. “It won’t hurt if you let it happen,” He groans while settling himself between your legs and hiking up your mini-skirt. “No panties, hm?” He smirks looking at your bare glistening folds. 

“You really are a slutty little bimbo aren’t you?” He laughed to himself. He grabbed the base of his thick cock sliding his tip between your aching cunt. “Ohh fuck-” He moans under his breath feeling his precum smear on your clit.

 “You’re so wet just from me bullying you.” He teases, continuing to slide his cock up and down your folds. Occasionally catching your clit. “Aniiiiii-” You cry out when he swirls lazy circles around your clit. Your arousal and his precum mixing together. 

“What is it, baby?” He mocks. “It feels good-” You moan while bucking your hips desperate for any kind of friction on your clit. “Oh, does it baby?” He asks while pressing his fat tip to your tight entrance. 

“This will feel so much better.” He bites his lip. Pushing his hips forward slowly inching into your warm cunt. “W-wait I need to adjust I- '' The feeling of being stretched made you cry out. He didn’t even give you a moment to adjust. Asshole.

The stretch made your eyes water and left a dull ache in your lower half. It would subside soon enough when you finally adjusted. You just had to put up with it for now. For him.  

But it felt like forever waiting for him to finally bottom out. He took his time shoving the rest of his thick cock inside your poor little abused cunt.  “Ah– Please Ani—!” Tears pricked your eyes when his hips finally met your soft skin. 

“God, you’re so tight I need to fuck my wife more often don’t I?” The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock like a vice made him want to cum embarrassingly fast. “‘S too much!” The feeling of being filled to the brim made you choke on your sobs. Anakin stood still for a moment and savored the warmth that engulfed his entire length.

You bit your already bloodied lip as you watched him pull almost completely out. Whining at the feeling of being left empty. “It’s not too much, you’re gonna take this like a good girl. Stop being such a fucking brat.” He protests before slamming the entirety of his cock in your abused hole while a stray tear falls down your cheek.

“Are you crying? Don’t tell me you’re not used to this by now.” He snarls. He was getting annoyed watching you cry. You’re such a fucking crybaby. All you do is fucking cry.

*Hic* “I-I can’t you’re so rough,” *Hic* 

“Rough?”

He could show you rough. 

His mechanical hand suddenly slapped you right across your face. “You’re fucking pathetic,” He snaps slapping you across your face again.

Anakin admired how your beautiful face contorted in pain and discomfort. You looked so very beautiful to him at this exact moment.

His mechanical hand hurt a thousand times worse. Not that he cared anyway. He knew it’d be painful that was the point. Each slap was followed by another. He repeatedly slapped your face and showed no signs of stopping.

The pain of being slapped and filled made you want to pass out. You felt as though anything would be better than this. 

But Anakin wasn’t that cruel. He could tell your body was so close to giving out due to all of the abuse he put you through.

“Don’t give out on me now,” He says, annoyed. His thrusts sped up. Not caring that you were on the verge of ‘passing out’ on him. 

The brutal pace at which he was slamming in and out of you made your entire lower half light up with pleasure. Despite all of the shit he put you through only HE knew how to make you feel good and that was clear. 

“I won’t give out— Fuck—“ You moan when Anakin’s heavy balls slap against your skin repeatedly. The way he filled your cunt was so heavenly. The thick girth made your walls stretch to their absolute limit while his length hit the deepest parts inside you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt his tip hit your cervix continually. “Feels so fucking good.” You whined. Your thighs were shaking while he continued nailing you. 

You flinch when you feel the cold metal of his mechanical hand cup your face. “Look at me baby,” He whispers pressing his forehead to yours looking you in your fucked out eyes while burying himself to the hilt.

Two of his cold fingers glide over your bloody lip while he maintains eye contact with you. “I love you— so fucking much.” He whimpers looking into your eyes while beads of sweat drip down his forehead. “Don’t ever forget it.” He places a kiss on your bloodied lips. “I love you too,” You moan softly. Everything felt so intimate. It felt so intense. 

With each thrust, he hit that sweet spot every single time and the way his other hand put pressure on your stomach made you see stars. 

That familiar coil was beginning to form in your stomach. You knew if he kept up with the harsh thrusts and the pressure on your belly you wouldn’t last long. He wouldn’t last that long either.

 “You’re so fucking tight and you feel so good.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck while his previously rough thrusts begin to become sloppier by the second.

“I won’t last that long,” He moans into your neck. He was a little embarrassed at just how fast he was approaching his peak.

 The hand that was previously on your stomach moved to rub sloppy circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. “I’m gonna fucking breed this pussy,” The skin of your neck muffles his speech.

He knew he was moments away from filling you up completely. Getting you pregnant like he wanted. “I’m gonna cum baby—“ He moves from the crook of your neck and gives you a deep loving kiss while thrusting one more time. Releasing his load in your poor cunt.

 

“Oh my fucking god.”

He felt like he came buckets. You had to be pregnant. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind.

A thin layer of sweat covered the two of you while he rested on top of your body. There was a moment of silence before it was cut abruptly by Anakin. “Was I too rough?”

[sugurism]

FLAGS EVERYWHERE. ୨ৎ are jjk women green, beige or red flags?ㅤheadcanons

featuring ♰ㅤmultiple. (mai, maki, nobara, shoko, yuki, yorozu) + honorable non-binary, uraume.

warning(s)! ♰ㅤNO PRONOUNS AND ANATOMY FOR READER. SFW (?) — toxic behavior ! cheating ! breaking-up mentions ! very much made based on personal opinions + i tried to write the characters off as canon as possible, but my favoritism will probably show ! violence + blood + death (mentions) ! cannibalism (mentions) ! angst (some) ! some are implied yandere ! not really all dark content but i will tag as so just to be sure, some of them are dc vibes ! yorozu is a massive warning ! sukuna mentions ! mentions of marriage + forced arrange marriage !

୨୧ MAI ZENIN — green / beige flag.

surprisingly good, once you get past the barriers.

despite what it initially seems like Mai is a heartless bully, she is not as cruel as people think.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? emotional barriers and selfishness.

initially, it is very difficult to get past mai's irritable temperament. she is provocative, and has a certain mischievous aspect to most things. at first glance, she's a bad girl like some character from a 2000s movie. still, once you get past that rough layer and get to what's underneath, you'll see that her heart is soft and very pure. she wasn't open to love, but your arrival could definitely change the course of her thoughts on the matter.

the selfishness part is not as prominent. mai alternates between being very selfish and being very selfless. it's a strange combination, but the way she grew up and was raised in the zenin house made her very defensive and not very open. it's a problem, but not incorrigible.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

the answer is: no, but it is preferable that you are. most life has always been and will be about sorcery. this is the world she was born into, and she will die in it, whether she wants to or not. with so little energy that she could only create one bullet a day, she became more accustomed to the prospect that the people around her would, by nature, be better and stronger. it's a rotten feeling, and it fills her with envy in an almost insurmountable way. the sensation is worse when it comes to her sister. that would extend to you, and regardless of your strength, she thinks it would be more acceptable for you to be a sorcerer.

still, if you're not a sorcerer, there is a certain beauty to it. for her, it was unacceptable, but a lot of you made her see the actions and prohibitions of her clan with different eyes. not that she likes the place very much, but we are a product of the environment in which we were raised, and let's face it. no one finds the zenin house pleasant. if you are not a sorcerer, she relaxes even more in the face of the normality that surrounds your relationship. simply, no more worrying about debates and curses, about big clans and politics. just cute dates where she buys you a coffee and says it was because she had money left over (she likes to buy you things.)

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

absolutely not. mai grew up watching the men in her family commit adultery in the rooms of the house and the women filling themselves with drink and medicine to endure it all. she doesn't intend to become that woman or allow that to be the kind of person you become, either. your relationship faces many problems, but after the initial stages, she becomes motivated to become a better person, for you. to give you what you deserve, the best version of herself.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

something very difficult to ignore in your relationship is the zenin clan itself. like every young woman, mai faces a dangerous fate ahead of her. after maki left the clan behind, this ended up reinforcing expectations of her, which include marrying and having many children with a sorcerer that the zenin will choose. it is the fate that every young woman in a clan must be content with, because demanding humanity in jujutsu and clan zenin as a woman is unthinkable. still, she didn't think much about it. it's the kind of thing you avoid thinking about because it gets on your nerves.

however, after you started dating and when she realized that she really loved you, it started giving her nightmares. her fear of what the clan would do to you if they found out is surreal. she knows you could never be together under normal circumstances, they wouldn't allow it. her collar seems tighter every day, and in desperation, sometimes she hides money under her mattress, thinking that maybe one day, she can run away with you. maybe one day, when fate is knocking at her door, mai will be forced to run away with you.

she didn't fight for her freedom on her own, not after maki left. the spiteful thought of her sister leaving her behind rather than staying at rock bottom with her still haunts her. sometimes she holds your hand a little tight while she watches you sleep. she wonders, if she asked, would you be at rock bottom with her, instead of wanting something better? it is selfish of her to think that.

maki is also a delicate situation. all of mai's family has some issues with her, but her twin sister is a special case. even though she loves maki, she feels constant envy and has a huge problem comparing herself to her. it gets worse if you know maki personally. sometimes mai gets so paranoid that she thinks you would choose maki over her. just the idea hurts.

୨୧ MAKI ZENIN — green flag.

isolating, barely communicating, but she tries her best and we love her for it.

everyone's favorite restricted (sorry, toji) is actually a better girlfriend than people think.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? emotional barriers and distancing.

very similar to her sister, maki is very used to not letting people into her heart. she is seen as harsh, strong and very scary, even by those closest to her (panda, toge, yuta, etc). but just like the folks in jujutsu high, she might warm up to you and allow a glance through her defenses.

the hardest thing to deal with in maki is not her temper — but her habits. she's used to doing things for herself, whether it's wielding a weapon or finishing dinner because someone burned it down. her habits are very strong and as difficult to break as her emotional walls, which are there so she can avoid getting attached to you and getting hurt because of it. but, again, nothing incorrigible. be patient, and she'll open up.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

in my opinion, not really. it would be okay if you were one — being more able to defend yourself and all —, but it honestly does not matter to maki. not one bit.

out of all people, she couldn't care less about someone's cursed energy or technique, because she understands strength comes from various sources. she is a varied source. she would find it okay if you were or weren't, too.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

never, ever. sincerely, maki is the type of guardian friend that keeps this behavior as a girlfriend. if someone is flirting with her, she normally gets upset enough — but while in a relationship with you? oh, it makes her nearly able to commit a murder or two. like, c'mon. can't they see the ring? her arm wrapped around your waist? the way she keeps trying to pull you closer, to have you hanging over her as near as possible?

are they blind?

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

honestly, almost everything with maki is extremely indirect or just hinted towards. if you notice the little signs, you can easily tell how much she cares, even before your relationship officially begins. how much she insists you take coats when it's cold, or the way she's started to conveniently take sweets and small snacks that you like with her. little things like that.

she is more vulnerable than she would like to admit. especially after shibuya where she was burned alive and had to wonder if you were still out there, alive. the scars not only marked her body, but her mind as well. it has changed in many ways since the beginning of the year. you understanding that and understanding her, supporting her, is just one of the reasons why she loves you.

she's extremely perceptive, so don't even think she won't notice something. even when she's not watching you like a hawk, maki can notice small things easily. did you change your hair? she'll be the first to notice. are you not eating much and seem a little sick? she will ask what is wrong. have you bought any new clothes, even if they look like ones you already have? she says it will look great with one of her coats.

maki is a little overprotective, but only at first. she also understands if you need space or time to yourself. she is possessive, but not in the crazy way.

her most striking trait in the relationship is how unafraid she is to say that you are together. she's very proud — of you, and of being with you. and maki isn't shy about telling anyone that, or kicking the ass of anyone who doubts or makes you doubt yourself. yeah, she's your girlfriend. everyone unhappy with it can go to hell.

୨୧ NOBARA KUGISAKI — green flag.

a girlfriend who is certainly very passionate and happy, nobara is a chaotic one to deal with. but once you're settled with that? oh, you're on.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? she is extremely passionate. about everything.

not that much of a red flag, honestly, but it can be a handful. if you are a more calm and centered person, you may have problems with this nature initially. nobara is very instinctive, sincere and not afraid to say what she thinks. she loves fashion, she loves fighting, she loves feeling beautiful — sometimes the amount of things she does, and the most dangerous ones, become overwhelming.

of course, her passion also extends to you. her loved one, her amazing (she makes a point of mentioning) significant other. it is not a bad thing on it’s own, but sometimes nobara can be very adamant about you staying away from dangerous matters (most part of her life), or trying to scare someone away.

despite that, she truly loves you, and nobara is proud of saying it out loud. and poor is the soul of megumi fushiguro, paying for his lost best (that itadori would get a girlfriend before her) when she introduces you.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

honestly, no, but it's preferable that you are. nobara grew up in a small town that she came to hate, taught by her grandmother how to use jujutsu before entering jujutsu high. it's a super inspiring, motivating background, depending on the angle you look at it, but difficult to explain to the person you're flirting with if they know nothing about jujutsu.

nothing that matters that much, but she feels she would be more understood if you were a sorcerer — bonus points if you're not from a clan or anything. just raised from difficulties and mundane in everything else, like her.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

no. that's, simply it. nope. nuh uh. no way in hell. not in a million years.

if any idiot is flirting with her insistently, she'll be tempted to hit them with a hammer. cheaters and idiots get a bonk!

you and her only get love, though.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

nobara is a girl of steel, but she loves to be feminine and sometimes even fragile (not that those two things are related). she valuates anything that seems truthful and supportive to her — being it carrying her bags for her or hold her while she watches a movie, or killing bugs for her. simple things build even more trust and affection for you.

she's clingy, even though she won't admit it. total little spoon, who loves being carried and treated as a princess. in exchange, she'll give you the royal treatment as well. the type that yells yes! im their girlfriend! suck on that! proudly after you achieve something.

are you permanently invited to movie nights, shopping trips and her small walks around the town. and she is more patient with you, in case you are taking her things and end up dropping them.

she gives advice, speaking openly and honestly what she thinks, and doesn't hide opinions, but she's a great listener, as well. nobara is always ready to be at your side in whichever you might need — offering her shoulder for you to cry on or asking if she should get her hammer.

୨୧ SHOKO IERI — green flag.

probably really biased, but i think shoko is the best option on the list. you’ll see why.

the exhausted, smoking doctor we all love. why not find true happiness while listening to I don’t smoke and holding a pretty woman’s hand, right?

BIGGEST RED FLAG? she is hot and cold. distant and clingy.

being the third person in a trio can be quite distressing. not that shoko doesn’t value the friendship she has with satoru, far from it, but sometimes she feels very left out. as if the world was only about satoru gojo and suguru geto and their damn moral problems. it’s irritating, to think that gojo isolates himself from her when she’s right there, always has been.

for this reason, and because she doesn’t have many other friends, and none in the non-jujutsu sphere, shoko alternates between two defense mechanisms against abandonment. it’s one of the things she most despises and scares, and she can either acquire a calm and distant nature or one that’s clingier and even more affectionate than normal, afraid of you leaving her. surprisingly, you can handle this easily — just be honest about what you feel, how you do not like this behavior. she will listen the wake-up call.

once that is handled, and you express your feelings about it, she starts therapy to aid her keep the relationship. you’re something she refuses to lose.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

no, not really. a small part of hers might prefer you aren’t. shoko lived as a doctor and a valuable healer in the jujutsu world. devoid of technique, but skilled with reverse energy, she is essential to the jujutsu school. her friends and technically, family, are all sorcerers, or those who aren’t, come into contact with jujutsu in some way (usually unpleasant, like yuta okkotsu and itadori yuji).

the idea of having a non-sorcerer partner, but one who is unaffected by these horrors and the knowledge that there is something more than normality, is an attractive idea. normality and simplicity would be good for her, but frankly it doesn’t matter. if you were not a sorcerer, she wouldn’t introduce any of the jujutsu to you initially, afraid of you getting hurt. however, opinions from friends (thanks, nanami) can change her mind — and while it’s complicated to resolve a fight over your girlfriend lying for so long, it would be even worse if she lived a lie forever.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

not. a. single. chance. simple and easy.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

shoko is a very skilled healer, and there are a lot of people depending on her every day. it weighs on her shoulders like an anchor sometimes. this weight can lead her to isolate and withdraw, and experience anxiety or depression. many sorcerers or anyone involved in jujutsu go through difficult periods constantly. you need to know when your girlfriend’s distance means “i want space” or if she’s desperate to be saved. it can be quite exhausting.

shoko has many self-destructive tendencies. smoking itself is a great example. even though she heals her lungs with reverse cursed energy she will hurt them even more later. she is more delicate than she looks.

during much of her life, shoko adopted the role of caregiver. a doctor, nurse, coroner and multiple other things, she is everyone’s supportive friend, even if no one comes to her rescue when she needs help. being with you makes her show this nature often, initially hiding it when she’s feeling bad so as not to worry you. however, by understanding how serious she is about being with you, she allows herself to lean on you and encourages you to lean on her. together, united, so that one does not overload the other.

she has problems, like everyone else, but most of them disappear after an honest conversation or when she herself realizes her own flaws and encourages herself to become better.

୨୧ URAUME — beige / red flag.

much like a man being invited to ladies night, uraume is not a woman. but i will write them here for convenience.

one of the greatest traits of uraume that everyone knows is that they are very loyal. unfortunately, this only applies if your name is sukuna ryomen. otherwise? ehhhh...

BIGGEST RED FLAG? devoted to sukuna.

let’s face it, no one who is so loyal to a cannibal can be considered trustworthy. sukuna is a cruel and unscrupulous man, and uraume is undeniably his right-hand. they are the cause of pain and suffering that spread through decades. they accept the kind of behavior sukuna exposes, and they might even encourage it, at some rate. this is not something to wish for in a relationship.

besides, you will always be the number two in uraume’s life. they swore loyalty to sukuna, they will follow through it until death.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

not really. it is difficult portraying uraume with anyone in general — much less a non-sorcerer. but i honestly think that uraume is their own person, and even though they are someone who is reserved, they have their own taste in personality above power or strength. it's one of the reasons they admire sukuna, of course, but surprisingly, i can see them not dating a sorcerer.

although, if you are not a sorcerer, prepare for one hell of a ride. sukuna will torture you for fun, and uraume will allow it.

WOULD THEY CHEAT ON YOU?

no, i think. but because a very specific thought hits me. for example, i can’t see sukuna and uraume having anything sexual or romantic in any shape or way. with him so uninterested in all of that, there’s not really any options for them to cheat you on with. but, i suppose it can be said they would, if uraume could get with sukuna.

you can make your own judgment about this one, though.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

being with uraume means making sacrifices and accepting that, yes, you are important, but you will never come first. as already mentioned, you are permanently stuck in the “second priority of uraume” position, because sukuna exists. and even if he hadn’t been resurrected yet. from the moment uraume woke up in a new body, their goal has always been clear: to bring their master back and serve him in the best way possible.

it’s possible that sukuna will use you to mess with uraume. this could mean several things. clearly the king of curses has a respect for his most devoted servant, but that doesn’t stop him from getting bored. uraume’s loyalty was never put to the test before you showed up, and it will be one day. in case uraume deserves some punishment, when sukuna tortures you and uses reverse energy. heal to hurt, only to start all over again. uraume watches, impassive and cold as the ice they produce, and will confess privately that it was one of the worst experiences of his life. but they will never lift a hand against their master. uraume will fight anyone to protect you, except if the attacker is sukuna.

be prepared to stand alongside the greatest accomplice to ever walk the earth. uraume knows the consequences and the harm that sukuna brings, but they don’t care, they won’t stop him. beyond morality, uraume’s loyalty cannot be broken, not even by you. in a way, you will also become an accomplice.

୨୧ YUKI TSUKUMO — green / beige flag.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? distant (physicially).

yuki has a reputation that precedes her in the jujutsu world: the special-grade sorceress who refuses all missions, takes payment anyway, and uses the money to travel. you constantly receive souvenirs, souvenirs, and gifts from the other side of the world, but nothing will compensate for your girlfriend’s affection in the form of a warm hug.

she constantly tries to bring you with her, but it can all be very overwhelming to you. new cultures, languages you do not speak, people side eyeing you. besides, you can’t, because of work and other matters. the idea of being financially dependent on yuki is very scary. since without her, you would easily be on the other side of the world, without money. obviously, she would never leave you in that situation, but it’s an idea that runs through anyone’s head.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

honestly, i am tempted to say yes, because having a non-sorcerer partner goes against much of what she shows herself to be interested in, but yuki is a very kind and determined person who is not afraid to speak her mind and go after what she wants. she will tell you what type of guy he is as easily as she would flirt with you if she were interested.

despite that, i think it does not matter to her, honestly.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

that's a very easy assumption to make, seeing as you haven't seen yuki for endless months and both you and she need relief (emotional and sexual) eventually. however, contrary to what many believe, no. she wouldn't cheat.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

no matter how passionate and well-intentioned yuki is, she will rarely be able to truly be present. video calls and daily calls don’t really satisfy any of you ── that’s when they’re possible, thanks to the time difference. it’s easy to understand how a relationship like this can become unbearable and even unsustainable after a while.

yuki is very busy, so even when she is back from her long and time-consuming trips, she won’t have one hundred percent of her time to dedicate to you. meetings, research, more scolding from society’s superiors. little time for motorcycle rides and cuddles, if you ask her.

looking at the big picture, yuki would be a great girlfriend if she just made a little more time to spend with you and try new things together ── instead of trying things out and then telling you everything in a video call at four o’clock in the morning.

୨୧ YOROZU — red flag.

BIGGEST RED FLAG? she is yorozu. just kidding. devoted to sukuna.

yorozu is a complicated case. she has few redeeming qualities, but you can understand that she is an attractive, intelligent and, in a way, powerful woman. knowing chemistry and physics before those concepts were properly delved into, she discovered new things to her power. but she is simply unbearable in one aspect: her determination in relation to sukuna ryomen.

this determination makes yorozu’s life goal become to kill and marry sukuna. it’s even impressive that she found a partner, and she makes that very clear. does the opportunity arise? well, you’re not important anymore.

DO YOU NEED TO BE A SORCERER?

i think so, but that's a more personal view. yorozu seems more attracted to power than to the sukuna's personality aspect itself, which demonstrates that what attracts her to a person is raw and pure power. considering the time she came from and her traditional ways, this would be, for her, related to cursed energy. so yes.

WOULD SHE CHEAT ON YOU?

if you consider the whole thing with sukuna. and that she would cheat on you with sukuna. even if there is no one else for her besides the two of you, between you and him, she wouldn't choose you.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS.

frankly, yorozu’s part is very short because she appears in about six chapters, causes chaos, fights and dies. also, i think her character has a lot of potential and little use, but trying anyway. yorozu is extremely determined to have what she wants, a woman who wouldn’t give up for anything in the world. if on the one hand, this is positive ── she doesn’t give up on her relationship ── it is also negative. she won’t give up her search for the king of curses’ heart, even if she has to rip it from his chest.

it’s exhausting knowing that, in some ways, you’re a replacement for what yorozu can’t truly have. it’s hard to say whether pure and true love really matters to her, as yorozu has her own specific and disturbed views on love. it is likely that she will not be loving in the relationship at all, and will manipulate you in order to keep you with her.

yorozu has a goal and the means to achieve it. once she gets close enough, she knows her presence will be more of a hindrance than a help. she entered the relationship with you with the mindset that one day, she would have to get rid of you. but a part of her heart warms. yorozu wants to do it herself. no henchmen, no tricks. just her and you at her end ── which must be worthy and brought only by her. with her, you’re likely to end up stabbed in the heart, while she looks into your eyes and presses her lips against hers one last time, tasting the blood. this is her goodbye to you, before she leaves for her true love.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. thank you for reading! <3

[lottiies]

one of his many journal entries about you

arthur morgan x fem!reader and male!reader <33

i won’t lie…i have 45 hours on the game and i’m not even past chapter 2 (っ- ‸ – ς) why progress when i can save myself the pending heartbreak and instead admire this pretty man and his journal sketches?

anyways…love all you arthur morgan kissers ♡

“my body doesn’t feel right as of late. my hands are too rough, my face is all wrinkled up, and my voice isn’t all that pleasant. if only i could sound as smooth as i write.

never been the most confident of men, but well, this body’s what i’m stuck with. used to go months on end without shaving until i realized my beard looked like bills. how embarrassing. miss grimshaw, the strong-headed woman she is, knocked some sense into me too. well…more like slapped me.

shaving makes me look more approachable, and that’s not really a good thing with my reputation. but, i did it anyway and spent a pretty penny on the barber up in valentine’s…had to pay a bit extra because of the drunken ruckus lenny and i caused there last time.

if my heart hadn’t been captured, maybe these worries of mine wouldn’t even exist.

oh, the ridiculous things love does to a man…”

꒰ fem!reader ꒱

“about as beautiful as the stars above; a woman so otherworldly that sometimes I have to look away. she shines too brightly for these tired eyes of mine. i suppose that’s for the best, ain’t it? a man like me, the walking embodiment of sin, isn’t worthy of such a loving lady.

but that doesn’t keep her away. she often asks me to recount some of my adventures, and i hesitantly do so, fearful she’ll think me a bad man. craziest thing is, she looks more worried than anything else whenever i do as told. telling me to be more careful with that honey-like voice of hers. could listen to it all day. it’s like a balm to the soul.

can’t keep myself away from her either. doesn’t matter what she’s doing, i always find myself wandering over to her. i don’t usually have trouble sleeping, i’m like some rock when it comes to it. but she’s occupied my mind too much lately, falling asleep is difficult. like right now. should be sleeping, but i’m not. just up wondering about the ifs and hows.

i’ve been saving up some money so i can go get her something real nice, maybe a pretty dangly necklace. could just steal one, but i want to prove myself to her. she deserves the best, not something that belonged to some other stranger.

god knows i’d do whatever i can to keep her safe and sound. i’d die for her. funny thing is, i considered myself to be a selfish man before breathing the same air as her.

i can say with absolute certainty that i would give up everything for a future with her.

if she’d have me.

…

now, this fool’s about to try and sketch her.

not sure if i can encapsulate her beauty onto a page, though.”

꒰ male!reader ꒱

“i fear I’m going mad. i never thought i’d feel this way about a man before. then again, pursuit of romance has never been a priority in my life. he’s one of a kind, something about him makes my palms feel all clammy.

he never leaves my head, every inch of this brain of mine is consumed with thoughts of him. his grin, the way his hat perches on his head, the stories he shares ‘round the campfire.

i’ve come across many men on all my journeys, but his handsomeness is unmatched. and he’s different. doesn’t nag me like dutch or get on my nerves like micah, but he isn’t just a brother like some of the other folks here.

i’ve been a bit too scared to drink these days. you know me, i spill my guts out and say stupid things like a damn fool when i get like that. wouldn’t know what to do if i were to sputter out how fine of a fella i think he is, or how grateful i am for him. is this only a special friendship? no, i don’t know how to describe this.

well, yes i do, actually.

love.

my fingers trembled while writing that.

some may call this spark a sin, but going down an altar with him would be a taste of heaven itself. that wish is too far-fetched though.

all i ask for is a sign. just one. maybe i’m misreading the glimmer in his eye, or the way the bastard slings his arm over my shoulder and sings after he downs some moonshine.

weird how life works, isn’t it?”

[respected-coconut]

How come when Victor realizes the bride he’s making will have her own conscience and might refuse to marry the monster, it’s “he’s sexist bc he doesn’t want an independent and defiant woman to exist and he only sees them as reproductive tools” but then a line later he also hates the idea of them reproducing and it turns into “Victor still hates women because he doesn’t want them to give birth”? Like I’m genuinely kinda confused how so many feminist readings of him destroying the bride say it’s a bad thing bc, honestly, isn’t he right not to make a female creation for the sole purpose of being a bride? Like is he not kind of rebelling against the traditional and misogynistic perception of women by recognizing her autonomy and finding the idea of her complying to the role of a bride/mother for a man reprehensible?

I always kinda saw it as him empathizing with his female creation and offering her a level of respect his mom refused him and Elizabeth, considering they’re all kinda in a similar boat when it comes to being forced into marriages they don’t want/didn’t consent to; especially since he would be doing the same thing as his mom if he did go through with his promise to make a bride out of his basically-daughter (?) for the sole purpose of gifting her to his son.

And please please PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD - I get that it’s a joke but at the same time - can we stop with the whole “why didn’t he just remove her reproductive organs?” comment bc not only does it fail to address the fact that there’s a chance the bride might not want to marry the monster but it ironically also augments the denial of her autonomy by saying “well the Monster needs a wife but Victor doesn’t want her to reproduce so let’s just omit certain parts of her body before passing her off so those two men can be happy regardless of what she wants”.

Sorry if this came off as kinda hostile and messy; I don’t wanna discredit anybody else’s interpretations. I just kinda get frustrated with how we repeat the same ideas over and over again and they more often than not just constantly view the situation from a perspective of demonizing Victor. But like idk I might be missing something; can someone please explain if I’m just being a bit stupid about this?

[awakentrashpanda]

What the smiling critter you Simp for says about you 

Disclaimer do not take any of this seriously all of this is for the sole purpose of shits and giggles 

Bubba Bubbaphant

💡As a wise YouTuber once said, there’s people who are attracted to Daddies, and then there’s you, people who are attracted to fathers 

💡You like big men and you cannot lie you other brothers can’t deny (I’m sorry)

💡You’ve also got a thing for polite and classy men, you don’t just want some bum, you want a proper gentleman

💡You probably also like nerds

Dogday

☀️Himbo kisser/pos

☀️Also, I’m a little worried that you might be depressed because Dogday is a constant serotonin dispenser 

☀️You either are a serotonin dispenser or you need a serotonin dispenser 

☀️You’ve probably played Poppy Playtime chapter 3, or at least watch a playthrough of it 

☀️Also I’m willing to bet that cupid’s arrow immediately shot straight through your heart when  Dogday called us “angel”

PickyPiggy

🍎Mommy? Sorry

🍎You probably, if not definitely, like country girls 

🍎*Insert obligatory cannibal sympathizer joke here*

🍎You either are the parent friend in your group or you want to kiss the parent friend in your group 

🍎You either love cooking or you barely know shit about cooking and you want her to cook for you (only if she wants to, of course)

🍎Also you’re probably me 

CraftyCorn

🎨You love shy girls, and you love psycho bitches and with her you get both 

🎨I’m also willing to bet that you’re a Weeb 

🎨Or an artist 

🎨Probably both 

🎨You know the “I will protect this smile” meme? That’s basically you

Catnap

🌙First things first, please for the love of God tell me that you’re referring to the fandom version of cartoon catnap and NOT Theodore 

🌙Catboy kisser/hj

🌙You have a thing for villains, and/or villain-coded characters, and you’re not even remotely shy about it

🌙You know the song “Emo Boy”? That’s basically your theme song

🌙Also, your sleep schedule is probably a disaster

🌙If you play Stardew Valley I’m willing to bet that you married Sebastian 

KickinChickin

⭐️Your taste in men is dumb sons of bitches

⭐️You like men who end up doing something that is prefaced with the phrase “Hey y’all watch this” every single day 

⭐️You also probably had crushes on your high school bullies

Hoppy Hopscotch

⚡️There is nothing you want more in this world than Butch women 

⚡️Also, you probably either are, or know somebody, who drinks at least 3 5-hour energies a day 

⚡️In at least some way shape or form, you want the lesbian version of Kurt and Ram from Heathers 

⚡️You know those muscular women who look like they could benchpress a truck? that’s what you want 

Bobby Bearhug

❤️Very very affectionate 

❤️You probably need a hug 

❤️You also want a very protective woman 

❤️Also you might be into Yanderes 

❤️ if somebody asked you “man or bear?” you would immediately say bear in a heartbeat (and you are incredibly valid for that)

[oneinonemillion]

Thoughts and stuff.

An interesting thing I realized about The Boys fandom is how many people just find a reason to hate on Starlight specifically. Like, if it isn't about her personality, it's about her relationship with Hughie, if it isn't about Hughie, it's about her beliefs, if it isn't about her beliefs, they point out the fact that the actress got surgery. And Annie hasn't even done anything that's remotely dislikable compared to Maeve, for example. The only thing that she really did that I hated was her manipulating Gecko, but Butcher and literally the rest of The Boys manipulate people like nearly every fucking episode. I see some people complain that she's boring, but Annie really isn't? She's sort of like Hughie, but she can definitely realize when Hughie's doing something fucked up and call him out on it. They play off each other nicely, and I love how Annie's trying to find her way outside of the Starlight costume, I love that she abandoned it. She deserves a W for once.

I think Homelander's just super hypersexual because he associates having an orgasm to feel at peace and happiness. He's spent almost all of his formative years in a chamber, forced to stew in his own feelings with nothing as a proper outlet. Masturbating was probably a stress release for him.

People just now realizing Firecracker sucks is so funny to me. A lot of the fandom is very quick to forget that their favs are actually horrible people and it's entertaining to me. With Soldier Boy, I see a lot of people in love with him, either it being some men who view him as "based" or whatever the fuck they say, or women who think he's just so misunderstood and traumatized. Yes, Soldier Boy is indeed traumatized, but he's very willing to do terrible shit. He beat Noir until he was practically brain dead, he broke up a fucking civil rights protest, he killed MM's family. Soldier Boy is not misunderstood, he's still a terrible man. So is Homelander. Sure, his backstory is tragic and no kid would come out normal after experiencing that shit, but a lot of stuff he does is out of his pursuit of pleasure and or pettiness. All of the deaths in his hands could have been prevented if he just didn't give into his feelings, like with Madelyn's death, or with Becca's rape. There's no other reason for him to do what he did to Becca just out of pure boredom. He uses that to spite Butcher after he connects the dots. He also dated a *Nazi*, he just wanted a woman to praise him again and Stormfront did a lot of that. He was willing to ignore the weird shit she was spewing because she gave him validation and made him feel big. That's what Homelander likes.

Another thing I don't fully get about the fandom is how some people view Hughie as completely pathetic or hopeless, like he follows Butcher's every word. He really isn't. He killed Translucent on his own accord and liked it, he took the V when even Butcher told him not to, he momentarily left The Boys because he found the amount of death and gore going around to be horrible. Hughie can fight for himself, he can do bad things and be kind of a dick. Over the seasons, I think Hughie grew to not really need Butcher. If anything, Butcher needs him.

I think Sage actually does like Deep a bit. Not romantically, no, but she does find him fun to be around, she just hates how her brain gets in the way of her enjoying things. She always has to think about something, use her mind to analyze everything nearly twenty four seven. I think she likes Deep because he doesn't *have* to think too much. Deep is sort of stupid, or at least, stupid to her standards, and I think she likes how simpleminded he is. It entertains her. She likes that she can be on his level when she's lobotomized and carefree.

I'm happy Kimiko and Frenchie aren't together. It would feel weird to pair a guy with a girl who he helped out of being a weapon, it's too reminiscent of those white savior fantasies that I see all over the place. He doesn't want Kimiko for that, he doesn't think of her in that way, they're just close and that's fine. They enjoy each other's company, and that's fine.

I don't want Homelander and Firecracker to get together. Like, I have doubts that they're gonna do that and I hope they don't, but them getting together would be absolutely annoying. Homelander doesn't even seem like he likes her, and he had more respect towards Stormfront than her. It's their outfits, they match well together so it seems obvious for them to do the devil's tango, but God I hope they fucking don't.