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willows-escape · 1 year

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Love, Love, Love | AHS Tate Langdon x Reader

Pairing: AHS Tate Langdon x Reader

Summary: You died. A pity. You were stuck in a house filled from the basement to the attic of people past who'd met their untimely fates. A pity. Your boyfriend, the love of your short life, stopped talking to you; spending his time hanging out with the bane of your existence. Violet. A pity.

Warnings: you die, terrible communication skills, angst to fluff, smut smut smut, reader tries to be in charge- tate nips that in the bud quickly though, restraint, oral (fem receiving), banging on the basement floor lel, they get caught, creampies, slight make up sex, tate makes you taste yourself haha whoops, jealousy, tate and violet bein friends- she forgave him and whatnot, he makes a jokey reference to what he said about f-ing violet in the show but that’s just because it’s tate

You were cold. So, so cold. Desolate and drained of life, splayed out and unnervingly still on the floor beneath you. Your own dead body was casually propped in front of you, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Another milestone in the traumatic circle of life in which you lived.

You heard pitiful sobs ringing out alongside hushed whimpers, 'i'm sorry, i really tried. I promise.'

'It's okay,' you murmured, words hushed and tension building in your throat.

'I still love you.'

But did he love you?

You found yourself pondering this question lately, eyes narrowed and lips bitten to shreds as you silently sat on the floor of the attic. It was safe to say you were relatively adjusted to the whole being dead thing now, having made yourself acquainted with all the other lone spirits wandering the house.

'Come on, Beau, gimme a turn with the ball,' you smiled, watching the small boy prod, push and throw the small toy around in glee. It was heartwarming watching him be so happy and in his element, but also it twisted your guts knowing why he was doomed to the fate he shares with you.

Eager to play with you, the ball was quickly pushed along the dusty, splintered floorboards. You reached out to it, but the enthusiasm behind Beau's push caused it to roll further and faster than you'd anticipated. Giggling, you pushed yourself out of your cross legged position and followed the ball to the entrance.

The attic door was open, meaning the ball had fallen from the attic floor to the hallway beneath you. You knew that since you were a ghost you could technically just materialise yourself in any room you wished to be in, but you had a habit of trying to stick to doing things the traditional way when you could help it.

'Tate, don't be an asshole,' you heard a familiar voice snicker beneath you, accompanied by a boyish laughter that somehow always managed to set fire to your skin. Except this time, your skin prickled, your faux blood tingling as if your veins were flowing with lightning.

'You know you love me, Vi.'

Even with another girl, Tate still managed to be the only thing to make you still feel alive.

Your mood had effectively been soured, the ball no longer of your concern. You disappeared, ignoring the confused whining of the little boy behind you. You felt too betrayed to care.

If there's one thing that ignited your nerves, it was the shrill screams of children. The sound had you bristling on edge, agitated and digging your nails into the palms of your hands. The affection and care you held for kids didn't apply when they were crying their little hearts out.

'Are you okay, Nora?' you asked sympathetically, watching her grimace at the infant laying in the cot beside her, as if she were looking at the devil himself. The baby was crying out, for what you didn't know, but it didn't seem like it was going to chill out anytime soon.

'I don't wish to look at it,' she stood up, hands wiping themselves against each other as if to rid herself of the suddenly dirty germs of her child. 'Where's Vivienne?'

'Having a family night with Ben and Violet,' a new figure peaked up, the hauntingly familiar voice turning your taste buds sour and causing your saliva to run dry.

Shaking her head in irritation, she tossed a blanket in your direction before turning to exit the main area of the basement, 'I'll be back once it's calmed.'

You groaned. Not only had you been left with a small, screaming child, you were also sitting in front of the man who hadn't properly spoken with you since your death- and had clearly moved on just fine and dandy. As if you'd meant nothing.

Rage simmered in your chest, begging to slip off your tongue and rear it's ugly head at the object of your anger. But you kept yourself collected, it was no use sobbing until your lungs collapsed or beating him with your fists as you unleashed the pent up sadness and confusion you held.

And not only that, this was only time you'd been near his vicinity since your death, and yet he was still only talking about her.

There was an awkward silence drifting between you both, feeling his coconut coloured eyes raking over you as you stood up to attend to the responsibility you'd been left with. You lifted the baby into your blanketed arms, humming a familiar lullaby as you rocked back and fourth gently. The crying didn't cease.

'Do dead babies need diaper changes?'

Your lips pursed. The first words he felt worthy of saying to you after your death... was asking if ghost babies could piss and shit? You almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, what else could you expect from him? That was the boy you knew, as dense as ever.

'Nope,' you responded blankly, 'You've been dead longer than me, would've supposed you'd have figured out dead people don't have functioning organs by now.'

'I dunno, but babies are babies. What else can they do except shit, eat and sleep?' he mused, his relentless gaze still lingering on your figure.

'Well, now he's only left with eating and sleeping.'

The silence settled in once more, and you tried to ignore how much you loved having his attention. You bitterly reminded yourself that if it weren't for the Harmon's spending time together, he'd leave you to be with Violet in a flash.

'I'm sorry.'

'Whatever for?' you inquired, voice light and airy as if you didn't understand why he felt the need to say such a thing. What could he have possibly done to feel the need to apologise?

You heard a disgruntled sigh from behind you, his frustration clearly becoming too overwhelming to contain. Good, you thought, be annoyed. You couldn't give less of a shit.

'Can we just go back to normal? Please?'

Normal?

Normal.

He, all of a sudden, felt as though it was time to go back to normal? After abandoning you, choosing another over you, betraying you, he felt it was time to pull on his big boy pants and act like all of this just never occurred? You'd known he had a slight fear of rejection, but you never expected him to have the audacity to not even face what he'd done wrong. To ignore it and attempt to sweep it under the rug, as if it were just a dry spell in your relationship that meant no harm.

You scoffed, placing the no longer crying angel back into his crib. You brushed back the few strands of hair he possessed, before looking to face the antsy man behind you. The nerve.

'Can't do, sorry.'

You walked off, disappearing as Nora came back to attend to her baby. Loving him conditionally once more, returning to care for and treat him as her own- on her own terms.

Much like somebody else you knew.

'I don't know what to do,' Tate groaned, 'I don't know how to get her to talk to me again, y'know? She's just like, gone cold. Like I don't exist.'

Ben Harmon sat across from him, arms crossed as he listened to the boys ramblings. It was almost entertaining how Tate had seemed to have gone full circle, and yet didn't have the self awareness to realise he was back where he started. No longer obsessing over his daughter, thank god, but another girl who'd enraptured him. Another girl who was, funny enough, also trying to cut contact with him.

'We can't force people to do thing's they don't want to do, Tate. If they don't want to talk to you, then that's their choice. They don't owe you a conversation.'

'Don't you think I know that?'

It was also funny how even though Ben had vehemently refused to ever see Tate as another client in his life, or in his death, here he was. Sitting across from the pouting man child who had begged him for help one last time, promising that this would be the final occasion where he'd ask for his assistance. For some peculiar reason, Ben didn't believe this would be the last.

'Is this week the first time you tried to talk to her?' Ben questioned, the unfortunate realisation sinking in that the situation was more hopeless than he thought as Tate nodded his head. 'Why?'

'I dont knowww,' he whined, head thrown back and eyes closing as he reveled in his self pity. 'I just, I don't know, I was scared.'

'Scared?'

'I feel like she died because of me, like I failed her. Like she'd have been better off without me meddling in her life, so I thought why meddle in her afterlife too? She didn't need me making her even more miserable.'

'Did she give any indication that she actually thinks this way of you, Tate?' His brows furrowed as he took in what the blonde boy was saying, trying to make sense of how he'd come to this conclusion in his sick head. Sick being the keyword, of course his thought process made no sense. Tate's mental state wasn't normal by any means, so it took jumping through plenty of loops to try to understand him.

Many, many loops.

'I mean, no,' Tate fiddled with his fingers, looking down at his hands as he tried to hold back his tears, 'I fucked up.'

'Yup.'

'Do you think I can fix it? Like I did with Violet?'

Ben paused his thought process, staring the boy in his eyes as he spoke through gritted teeth, 'Violet? What have you been doing with my daughter?'

'Nothin', nothin'' Tate quickly reassured, raising his hands in surrender, brushing off the older man's piercing stare. 'I have my eyes set on y/n now, me and Violet are longgg gone. Still cool to hang out with though, yesterday we-'

'I don't want to know what you've been doing with my daughter.'

'Gee, relax. I fucked her once, years ago,' Tate scoffed, rolling his eyes as he chuckled, 'She was a great time for a virgin though, she was sooo wet-'

'Enough,' Ben seethed, standing up out of his leather armchair as he walked towards the door. He opened it, pointing in the direction of the hallway.

'Hey, I was just messing with ya,' Tate softly spoke, trying to diffuse the situation. He didn't really mean what he said about Violet, his numerous encounters with you had made everyone before you seem as if they never happened. He just wanted to get on Ben's nerves a little, like the good times. Plus, Tate couldn't leave yet, Ben hadn't solved his problem. And he'd rather get gunned down dead again before leaving the office without a plan of action to get you to reconcile with him.

'Tate, you know what your problem is?' Ben approached him, hands making aimless gestures as he continued his rant. 'You don't have boundaries, you don't think of the affects of your words and your actions before it's too late. Consider people's feelings more and you wouldn't be in this situation for the second time.'

'Well, ow,' Tate cringed, face scrunching up as he took in the mean spew of word's Ben had thrown at him. He knew he didn't deserve niceties, but that didn't make his harsh words sting less.

'I won't repeat myself, Tate. I want you out.'

Reluctantly and with an angered scowl on his face, he disappeared.

'Fucking talk to me!' He cried, arms tightly clutched around your frame, holding onto you as if you'd vanish if he let go. You gritted your teeth at his sobs.

You tried forcefully removing his desperate arms from around your body, but your efforts were useless as they only spurred him to cling tighter. His salty tears were soaking the white fabric of the dress you had died in, your nose scrunching as you felt the wet patch press against you unpleasantly.

'Where we you when I wanted to talk?' you angrily mumbled, struggling to even lighten the grip he had purchased around you. You were stuck, and you knew there was no point wasting your strength. He was a stubborn boy.

'I'm sorry, okay,' he hiccuped, his breath hitching in his throat as he babbled on aimlessly. You understood a small fraction of his words, not even enough to string together a sentence, but enough to gather what he was trying to convey. You really didn't want to have your resolve shattered, but if you had to listen to his pitiful pleas any longer you were going to snap.

Snap, as in, take his soft cheeks in your hands and give him a fat smooch, and forgive all the heartbreak and pain he'd put you through recently.

But, you wanted to hear him beg a little more. You were quite cruel. However, there was a small, nagging fear in the back of your mind you'd needed relieved.

'Tate, what about... what about Violet?' you softly asked, your voice barely audible under your breath. You were scared, so fucking scared. What if he immediately let you go upon realising what you said, coming to his senses as it dawned on him that Violet really was the better option? That you weren't enough for him after all?

You knew enough of Tate and Violet's history to be aware that they'd been something once before, something intimate and that there had been a shared attraction between the two. You didn't know the extent, nor did you wish to know all the details, but there was something. And that was enough to have you on edge.

'Violet?' Tate looked up at you, tear stained cheeks gleaming and red as he sniffled. 'What- did Violet say something to you? Whatever it was, it was a lie! Is that why you didn’t wanna talk? Violet?'

'It was nothing that Violet did,' you stated, running your hand through his poofy, blonde locks for comforts sake. For your or his comfort, you didn't know.

'Then why?' his voice cracked as a sob escaped his throat, his head nuzzling deeper into your hip. He was on his knees beside you, puffy eyes, lips and cheeks pressing against you.

'You're just always with her,' the mental wall holding the sea of emotions you were harbouring collapsed, your cries matching his as you slid to a sitting position. Tate didn't let you go, keeping a firm grip on you as you joined him on the floor. 'You seem so happy together, and you haven't spoken to me since, well- you know when. And you and Violet used to be a thing, and I heard you say that you knew she loved you when i was upstairs in the attic one day and I just-'

'You're stupid,' Tate chuckled through his tears, arms adjusting to bring you against his body in a loving embrace. You felt the safest you had in a while, coddled in his arms against the wall of the basement. It was peaceful.

'I just need to know, Tate,' you brushed his fringe back as you gazed into his eyes, the love you'd left bubbling under the surface of your being, threatening to explode out of you. He was so beautiful, and you were yearning to let him know. 'Violet or me? I'll forgive you for not talking to me, won't even ask why you did all that. I just need-'

'You.'

You smiled, pulling his stupid, pretty face towards you to indulge yourself in what you'd been missing. His love.

Although, you still wanted to make him beg.

'Why'd you stop?' he huffed, nudging his face towards yours to capture your lips in another heated kiss. He'd gone so long without you, and right now, he was feeling selfish. He was intent on taking all of you.

'Proving I can make you feel better than Violet,' you laughed at the forlorn expression etched across his face, his hands tightening their grip as he attempted to pull you into him. He wanted you to become one with him. He wanted you so bad. Needed you.

'Babyyy,' he whinged, tugging on the material of your dress. You didn't move an inch. Now you'd made up with the love of your life, you were going to make sure the next hour of the rest of your relationship was going to start with a bang.

'Take your pants off.'

A goofy smile spreads across his lips, his grip untangling from around you as he reaches down to undo the zipper of his jeans. His hands were ready and brisk, making quick work of his clothing as he slid it down his legs. He'd been waiting for this since the last time you'd made love.

That was a part of the difference in how he viewed you and Violet. Violet was a quick fuck, an easy release, a one and done kind of deal- if he had known your pretty little ass would've waltzed into his life, he wouldn't have touched her like that with a ten foot pole. They were similar, true buddy material, but you were the breath of fresh air he needed. The change of pace he craved. You kept him sane, while Violet ignited his instability and made him lose himself. He hated losing himself.

You reached out with your right hand, your left keeping you stable and upright while you kneeled in between his spread legs. Fire was accumulating in your tummy, your arousal twisting and enkindling your insides. You saw the appendage beneath the flimsy material of his boxers twitch, a small wet stain signalling his desperation. His cock throbbed as he waited in anticipation for you to finally make contact with his aching hard on.

You traced just around the outline of it, watching his eyes as they followed your hand going round and round his dick. He needed your hand, mouth, cunt- anything, he just needed to feel you touch him. He'd missed your touch more than anything.

'Please?' he cheekily peered up at you, biting his lip as he smirked. You rolled your eyes at him, reminding him you weren't going to give him what he wanted unless he begged. Properly.

He entertained your false sense of dominance for slightly longer, until he saw your hand nearing the dripping mess between your legs and he'd immediately decided he'd had enough of the teasing. He wasn't going to get left out of the fun.

Before you could even process the change in position, you were knocked onto your back and your hands were pinned above your head. That was fucking hot, even if you were slightly winded. If Tate wasn't situated snug and firm between your legs, you'd be rubbing your thighs together, desperately searching for friction against your clit.

'Woah,' you giggled, smiling up at Tate as he frantically kissed down your cheek to the bare skin of your neck. His hands trailed down to your parted thighs, sneakily making their way beneath the flimsy skirt that was doing little to nothing to hide your clothed mound.

He toyed with the lace of your underwear, getting back at you for the torment you put him through not moments before. He watched as you bit your lip and rolled around impatiently, wanting his fingers in your dripping folds, rubbing and soothing the ache in your pussy. He just laughed at your insatiable need, leaning closer to cover your lips with his as he finally pushed past the barrier keeping you two agonisingly apart.

‘Oh, shit-' you moaned, trying to relieve your hands from the relentless grip your sweet boyfriend currently had around your sore, red wrists. You never knew pain could feel so fucking good. The fingers of his free hand were exploring every inch of you, tentatively circling your hole before rising up to your sweet bundle of nerves. He loved watching you fall apart beneath him. It was addictive.

Smothering his fingers in the flowing essence dripping from your hole, he bought them up between the two of you as he once more parted from your plump, swollen lips. Your cheeks warmed at the pruned state of his hands, eyes entranced as you noticed the way your arousal dripped down him. He alined his fingers up to entrance of your mouth, words that didn’t need to be spoken aloud hanging off of the edge of his tongue. Your eyes widened.

‘You- you want me to—‘

‘Open.’

One word was all that needed to be said for you to scurry to fulfil his orders. You parted your lips as he requested, watching as he lowered his fingers past your opening before laying them flat against your wet muscle. ‘Suck.’

Eyes fluttering shut, you wrapped the ring of your lips around him as you tasted the manifestion of your excitement. It didn’t as taste as bad as you expected, sweet even. You laughed mentally as you recalled all the fruit you’d love to indulge yourself in when you were still alive. Must be that.

You lapped your tongue over his digits, moving your head back and forth as you took every inch of them that you could. His breathing was becoming laboured, watching you as you sucked him in as if he were a lollipop for you to feast on. He quickly removed himself from your mouth, shuffling further down the floor until his hot breath was right above where you wanted him the most. He tugged your underwear down your legs, wrapping his arms tightly around your thighs as he hurriedly dipped his head between your soft thighs.

His tongue was cold as it came in contact with you, sending you jolting as he devoured everything he could get his lips on. Your wetness smeared across the lower half of his face as he pushed his lips closer against you, taking every little drop you were giving him. Your moans and whimpers spurred him on, his greed taking over as he meticulously circled his tongue around your sweet spot. His hips had a mind of their own, pathetically rutting his cock against the basement floor as you pulled him closer by his mess of hair.

You can feel him moaning against you, the vibrations sending sparks through your sensitive area as you squealed in surprise. You tried to pull away from his ministrations, but the grip on your thighs kept you anchored to his persistent hot mouth.

Kissing down from your clit to your needy hole, he trailed his tongue around the ring of your cunt before pushing past the barrier into your dripping warmth. You cried out, unintentionally clenching around him, legs quivering as he tongue fucked your hole as if it were his dick.

Speaking of his dick, it was feeling very lonely and like it wanted in on some of the fun. Finally pulling away from between your legs, he moved forward until he was face to face with you.

‘Hi,’ you laughed, taking in his blissed out appearance. His lips and the tip of his nose glistened, his cheeks pink and pupils dilated. His hair was a poofy, untamed ball on the top of his head, showing signs of your tugging and pulling from how it had knotted together.

‘Hey, greetings and salutations,’ he smiled back, placing a firm kiss on your lips. You deepened the kiss as you wrapped your arms around the curve of his neck, your heart soaring as he enveloped your body in his arms.

The sounds of your wet lips smacking together filled the air, your mind oblivious as you lost yourself in the way his soft lips felt against yours.

‘A-ah, what-‘

You felt something prodding at your entrance, his squishy tip forcing your walls to spread around him. You gasped, feeling your insides stretch to accommodate his average size. You certainly weren’t expecting that.

Taking the opportunity as it presented itself, his tongue slithered it’s way into your mouth without a second thought, twirling around yours as you shared spit. He slid inside of you inch by inch, groaning into your mouth as he finally bottomed out. He could feel your cervix kissing his tip, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. He missed this- missed you.

Supporting his weight on his palms, his arms rested against your head as he dragged his hips slowly back and forth. Usually your love making was a lot more intense, rough. It was pounding that left you sore for days with a limp in your step. But right now, you were both making up for the days you’d been without each other. Right now, you needed each other more than you needed to finish.

You could feel his balls making contact with your ass as he thrusted in and out of you, your vaginal walls stretching and tightening as he entered and left you. You feel so fucking full with him inside of you, realising how much you missed being stuffed with everything he had to give. Your juices were dripping down his cock, watching droplets of sweat gather on his forehead as he worked you both closer to your orgasm.

‘Can I hold you, please?’ you looked up at him, not missing the way his eyes clenched shut before dropping onto you like a bag of potatoes. You wrapped your arms around him, legs coming up to encompass his waist as he continued to make you both feel good.

‘I love you,’ Tate moaned, arms coming down to pull your thighs up into him, making sure you take every inch of him. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, I love-‘

‘I love you too,’ you cry out, brain going blank as the blonde boy randomly sped up his rhythm. Every thrust of his hips had him pulling you up onto his cock, genitals rubbing together as he took everything from you that he could. Every drag of his dick inside of you, every kiss of your lips. He didn’t know what he would do if he were to lose it all again, if he lost you.

Reaching between your sweaty bodies, he circled your clit as he pounded into you harder than before. Your cunt tightened, the pressure building in your muscles becoming so much you felt ready to explode. You were going to snap, the floodgates were going to open and you were going to cum all over Tate Langdon’s cock. You looked fucked out and exhausted, your body ready to give out as you took his last few thrusts.

‘Shit, cumming-‘

Your cunt spasmed as you came undone around him, ears ringing as you writhed and squirmed in his hold. You could feel his ejaculate shooting into you, painting your walls white with his cum. He slowly fucked it into you, noting with a dozy smile how great it was he was dead and couldn’t impregnate you. Well, not likely, he soon grimaced.

After a few more slow, gentle thrusts, Tate removed his flaccid cock from your sopping hole as he turned to lay beside you. You both turned to each other at the same time, loopy smiles on both faces that neither had the energy or care to try and hide.

You finally felt whole again.

‘Are you done? It’s not just you in this basement, you know.’

Hayden’s shrill voice calls out, her tone less than pleased at the sight of you two, fucked out on the ground.

‘Jealous?’ Tate remarked, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you into his chest. You burned red in shame at forgetting your location, which just so happened to be the hub of every single dead person in the house.

‘Fuck you.’

first attempt at smut lol, hope was okay. feedback would be appreciated! <3

#ahs #evan peters #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon smut #ahs imagine #ahs murder house #evan peters x reader #kit walker #kit walker x reader

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gutouhua · 2 years

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tags. monster!capitano x reader / monsterfucking, oral (f. receiving), edging (sort of), cum swallowing, not edited just word vomit

no thoughts just thinking of capitano absolutely abusing the hell out of your pussy with his long ass tongue, his sharp teeth biting into your soft thighs. and being a masochist, it only sets you off even more.

at first he starts off with a light hand, softly feeding his tongue in and out of your pussy -- not too deep -- he keeps his movement shallow because he wants you to beg before he goes any deeper.

"c-capitano!" you whimper, as he forks his tongue back and forth, curling inwards sometimes, but it's not deep enough.

he's holding your thighs apart with a strong grip and when you feel his tongue pass your clit, feather-light before he sucks the bud with a long inhale, you almost cum until you hear a sharp command accompanied by a nip of his teeth to your inner thigh.

"not yet."

at this point, you're bucking against his face, thighs squeezing his faces, and he feels like he could die a happy man between your legs, but you haven't cummed yet. and he couldn't go without giving you your pleasure.

"w-when," you ask shakily, panting from a mixture of exertion and lust. your cheeks are hot and your eyes are heavy with desire and if capitano was a better man, he would've given in to you. after all, who wouldn't give in to their goddess?

but he was not.

he was a sinner.

and sinners wrung pleasure out of their goddesses. they did not give it freely.

"use your words, love, so i can lick this pretty cunt," he murmurs against your wet folds, the vibrations causing you to arch and push closer to his face, seeking the friction and penetration you needed so badly to cum. "i can't give you what you want if you don't use your words. we need consent, and you're a smart girl right, hmm?" he starts circling your clit with a long finger, his usually long nails cut short just for you.

consent. you shut your eyes tightly, remembering the first time you met him. you'd gone on and on about consent and whatnot since he'd stolen a kiss from you, and now it seemed like every time before you were about to cum, he'd bring that up and ask for your explicit permission.

he was a menace.

but you always gave in to him. and judging by the smirk that graced his savage features, he knew exactly what he was doing.

you squirm against him, almost humping his face at this point, before the need to cum was too great. "capitano, p-please! please make me...please make me cum, mhm--"

no sooner do those words leave your lips does he stuff all seven inches of his tongue inside you. you let out a gasp at the fullness -- it doesn't feel quite as full as when he'd stuff you with his cock, but the way he moves his tongue and his circling finger over your clit was enough to set you off immediately.

you feel yourself spasm around his tongue and cum so fiercely that hot liquid gushes out and makes a mess of his face. capitano opens his mouth wide, tongue outstretched, and makes sure to swallow every last drop -- much to your mortification.

"i keep telling you not to do that!" you swat him lightly as he continues to hold your cunt to his face, peppering tiny kitten licks to your still-quivering folds.

he smiles widely, revealing sharp teeth and a predatory glare.

"but you just taste so good. i can't help it."

#capitano #capitano x reader #capitano x y/n #capitano smut #genshin smut #genshin capitano #fatui #fatui smut #fatui harbringers #harbringers #capitano x you #genshin impact smut #capitano genshin #the captain #monster!capitano

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vermillionsappho · 21 days

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Tiktok is waking up to the fact that all this stuff about Paige’s sexuality and Azzi and just her privacy in general is WEIRD and literally bless it. I can’t imagine how strange it must be to see such wild claims about yourself at such a huge level. When I played basketball, there became this narrative about me that I wasn’t girly, that I was too masculine, and I just HAD to be a lesbian. As someone who was going through an identity crisis, it made me really uncomfortable and pushed me even more into confusion about my identity so I can’t even imagine how Paige feels to see practically the entire app of tiktok saying the same thing. It’s okay to post your silly little TikTok’s and tiktok edits and playfully flirt and add the silly captions because she’s said she enjoys it, but the other stuff??? It’s gotta stop NOWWWWW. Invading her privacy, spreading shit about her and Azzi and just being plain weird…we gotta nip it in the bud fr. Not to mention that even her brother said during a live (allegedly) that her and Azzi were literally just friends, so if that’s what’s being said then that’s what it is. They’ve stopped posting each other frequently and it’s prob because y’all won’t be normal about them, whether it’s something going on or not; adding onto that but it’s not our business to figure out the nature of their bond/relationship. Some ppl have friendships that we’ll never understand and it’s not for us to understand. Any alleged videos shouldn’t keep getting spread, especially when there’s no context, yall just spreading shit for the hell of it atp. Azzi and Paige have been friends since they were like 14 and watching y’all pick apart their entire relationship is so strange. Let’s just get all this together now, because some stuff is being brought to twitter and whatnot and it’s just all so weird.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #lesbian #wlw post #sapphic #kk arnold #basketball

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spacelazarwolf · 1 year

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hey i saw you putting up new boundaries in your post and specifically spelling them out and i just want to say: king shit. thats really so cool how you're taking the time to curate your experience and whatnot. this ask sounds sarcastic for whatever reason so let me explictly state that im being completely serious. have a nice april, dude

thanks! i got real tired in particular of having to block the "q slur" crowd anytime one of my posts started circulating so hopefully they'll just clutch their pearls and leave it alone. bc like, once one of them gets ahold of it, they spread it to all their friends, and that's usually who starts shit on my posts lmao. so i thought i'd try to nip that in the bud.

#ask avishai

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simstryingtheirbestok · 1 year

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Saturday!

Since his birthday yesterday, Carlos has spawned exactly one (1) midlife crisis wish, and it was...

...to plan a new outfit.

Look, I'm glad he doesn't want to divorce Undine or anything horrible, but I've gone from thinking he might need therapy to get through this, to thinking he might not actually know what a midlife crisis is. For mine I bought a bright-red hatchback (I couldn't afford a sports car; also, you know, the environment), quit my pleasant little job that I wasn't even mad at, moved 2000 miles away, went back to school, stopped drinking, and bleached my hair.

Meanwhile, Carlos... Carlos wanted a new outfit?

Okay, buddy, I got you. Hope you like Diesel!!!

Carlos Midnight keeps trucking along, performing for tips and whatnot. He has also sold a couple of albums, and this small assemblage below actually represents a larger audience than he had at his first official gig. He's doing okay!

Undine has gotten super into painting.

I like this, because she doesn't get soaked/set on fire/felled by heatstroke--all hazards that were associated with her working at the sculpting station. With the benefit of hindsight, I should have tailored this house more to her needs, not Tierney's, and built it large enough for Undine to have an art studio again. Mistakes were made.

Tierney continues to annoy me with her budding romance that I plan to nip in the bud tomorrow, when she returns to school.

"Dear Tierney, I can tell that you are a very special person by the way that you are rich as fuck."

Oh correction, Nicholas: Carlos and Undine are rich as fuck. 😈 Wouldn't it be just like an Earth goddess to scorn cold hard cash for being empty, unfulfilling, and (crucially) not organic?

But all right. You two can have your little Summer Nights romance in the few hours remaining to you.

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#ts3 #ts3 legacy #the sims 3 #the sims 3 legacy #planetary legacy #generation earth #sim: carlos estrada #sim: undine estrada #sim: tierney estrada #sim: nicholas riverhawk #tumblr tried to add a youtube tag to this #but i don't need that shit #especially not for a 45-year-old song

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killerkillerkillher · 1 year

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A/B/O HEADCANNONS w/ 141

Hi. Okay so I was sitting here thinking about cod and fandoms and stuff, right? And how there's a natural sort of timeline that plays out with anything that gets popular, ei. Shipping, cafe au, cross overs and whatnot. I've seen it all in the mw2 fandom so far except... omegaverse. So here. I might not be the first but I will not be the last. Cheers.

Warning: nothing really. Very brief mention of ghost's past but no real details. There is pining but options are gave to keep it all platonic. Sfw. Sorry for any mistakes.

They/them reader pronouns. Call sign is Winter.

PRICE

● definitely an alpha.

● he's passive for the most part and doesn't let his biology get in the way of his work.

● he would be someone that omegas are 100% okay hanging around with not matter the circumstances. Their heat is coming and they need aid finding shelter? He will be there to help and the omega doesn't have to worry about getting taken advantage of. Someone is bullying them? He'll nip that behavior in the bud immediately.

● is not alpha aggressive. That means that he doesn't pick fights with other alpha's just because. He is self assured and knows that his position as captain in is no danger.

● I can imagine he would just have that crisp, cool autumn morning smell if that makes sense. Like one of those days you would go out and just step on all the crunchy leaves on the sidewalk. Maybe a little nutty.

● the base knows when he's in rut when he starts going soft on some people. And by some people I mean you.

● "I didn't see you in the mess, Winter. Did you eat yet?"

● "Hm? Oh, no, Captain. I'll go later, I need to keep reading these papers."

● "Those can wait. Let's go get you diner."

● "But Captain..."

● "No but's. Can't have one of my best skipping meals."

● no matter what your secondary gender would be, he would dote on you. If you aren't in a relationship, this would be an indirect admission of his feelings.

● if you're already with someone (and not accepting additional partners), he would watch himself. There would be lots of fleeting glances and pulled back touches.

● he thinks the fact that some alphas actually growl is crazy. Would not be able to take someone seriously if they did so at him.

● doesn't restrict his scent or anything. It's generally not overbearing and people have said they find comfort in it.

GAZ

● honestly, I'm a little torn with Gaz. In my soul of souls, he's giving beta. But another part of me is saying alpha :/

● he could be either, but I'll write him as an alpha for now.

● he's similar to Price to be honest. He's quite passive, but not to such an extent.

● another man that omegas would feel safe with. He wouldn't really see it until he starts noticing that a lot of the lower ranking omega soldiers confide with him often. Definitely makes note of any reoccurring issues he hears and reports them to Price.

● won't start fights, but will end them if someone bothers him enough. He prefers to use words to end conflict but he'll take someone in a sparring match if he thinks it's necessary.

● smells very oaky, maybe mixed with some eucalyptus. He definitely has a relaxing smell, making him is the best cuddle contender on this list.

● his rut is a whole other story. He is also noticeably different.

● not aggressive or anything, but he'll get slightly more closed off, more serious. Soap isn't able to get as many laughs out of him during this time, but Gaz will still hang out with him.

● definitely worries about you more than he usually would.

● "Ouch!"

● "Hey, what happened? Let me see."

● "It's nothing, just a paper cut."

● "Jesus, you're bleeding. We need to go get a band-aid before it gets infected."

● "Huh? GazーGaz, its just a little cut."

● "And it could get way worse. Come on."

● His coddling won't be a confession, he'd probably just out right tell you. Not on purpose though. Those hormones will have him making some personal rash decisions and it'll slip out if he thinks you're being particularly alluring.

● not into him or you're taken? He'll avoid you to make sure he doesn't make any slips. If you ask about it he'll just tell you that he's just going through the motions of rut.

● Used to do the silly growling when he was a teen. Reality hit him once he was out of school that it was not sexy. Atleast, not the way he was doing it.

● if he let's a growl out anywhere near Soap or the captain? It's over for him. They will not let him live it down.

● covers his scent glands with patches to dampen his scent to make others more comfortable :)

SOAP

● another person I struggled with. I was stuck between omega and beta for a hot minute, however I have come to a conclusion.

● he's an omega (please don't kill me)

● Years in the military has given him a lot of practice when handling alphas, specifically, lower ranking ones.

● they get jealous, or viciously angry about having to take orders from an omega, and so he's had to put up with more than he'd like to say.

● would happily step into the ring with anyone who questions his integrity. He's quick to prove that he's where he is today because of his skills, and that his body does nothing to interfere with that.

● has forced himself to override his instincts when it comes to smells and alphas and whatnot. Probably struggled with it a lot when he was younger and got into somethings he shouldn't have. Learned from his mistakes and has tried to improve his restraint.

● Smells really earthy. Have you ever laid down on slightly wet grass and just got a whiff? That. And cotton.

● Heats for him aren't terrible. He will be a little needier, a little more talkative. You'll find him in his bed more often, curled in some spare blankets and entertaining himself on his phone.

● he's able to power through it on assignments if he needs to.

● I think of heats almost like periods? If ppl with periods can get though it (they shouldn't have to but you know) without getting the care and treatment that they should, then omegas could as well. Soap would definitely pop a few painkillers and keep trucking.

● expect for him to want you around A LOT.

● "Winter, here. Come closer. Closer."

● "I get any closer and I'll be in your bed."

● "I know. That's the point."

● You're his designated cuddle buddy. Prepare to be the big spoon because he will shamelessly ask you to be. Not a cuddler? Then maybe you'll at least hold his hand. He just craves that contact.

● let's say you're taken and/or not comfortable with that. He'd find solace in his pillow, or if Ghost doesn't mind, he'll ask him. Asking Ghost only has a 40% success rate, however.

● growls as a joke, but thinks it's actually very stupid. Has had people growl at him to be aggressive or sexy but he just ended up laughing them off.

● patches over his scent glands for his own sanity.

GHOST

● was split between alpha and omega. I obviously found a conclusion. Please do not kill me (again).

● So, I think he was born an alpha, but the environment he grew up in was so stressful that it caused his body to adapt into something that it thought would increase his survival chances.

● and so, he presented earlier than most as an alpha, but was put under so much pressure by his father that most would not have to endure at that age. The stress caused a hormone imbalance that lead to permanent damage to his body.

● thus, making him virtually an omega. (I would love to build on this concept more in the future)

● it's a rare phenomenon, but it can happen.

● is absolutely aggressive towards alphas he doesn't have familiarity with. He's probably even wary of betas as well dispite their general lack of danger.

● Price and Gaz are completely fine in his books. You are too if you're an alpha.

● no one picks fights with this man unless they want to get hurt, because that's the only viable conclusion.

● he's made a point that he is not to be fucked with, he doesn't not care who you are. Alpha's will have to bite their tongues and listen when orders leave his mouth.

● his smell is probably confusing. Like antifreeze and smoke. Sweet and musky. An odd mix.

● his heats are odd as well.

● he'll be damned if anyone catches him lacking. You will not be able to tell he's in heat because he'll be on a near lethal amount of hormone stabilizers and his neck will be matted with gland patches.

● but he's still human. Sometimes his shell will crack and he'll look for you. You'll know something's up when he asks to borrow a piece of clothing very casually.

● "Hey, Ghost. What's up?"

● "Think I can use one of your jumpers? Mines in the wash."

●"...? Yeah, sure. I think I have one that should fit you. It'll probably stink of me, though. Sorry about that."

● "'t's fine."

● jokes on you, that's why he wants it.

● using your clothes let's him relax and ride the motions of his heat with more comfort. It also helps him keep it private. Might wear the sweater to sleep or stuff it under his pillow.

● nothing of yours can be used? That's fine. He'll suffer in silence tbh. I can't imagine he has a nice, healthy list of coping mechanisms.

● growls, but intimately. Like a purring cat. It's rare, but it'll happen. If you point it out he will deny it until he dies. Don't expect to hear it again for a long time.

● most people think he's a beta because his scent is so muted. He does everything in his power to prevent anyone from finding out he's an omega.

#ghost mw2 #cod modern warfare #codmw2022 #soap mw2 #price mw2 #gaz mw2 #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o au #cannontothehead

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sharksa-shivers · 7 months

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...Speaking of Max, fireworks and a taser

Shorter one but presuming y'all don't mind lol ---------------------- (Diff group chat with more Campsiters in it lol)

Max: ok loll so i might have potentially figured out how to ligjt firewworks with a taser do not tell the authoritys plzzz

Aqua: FUCKING COOL!!!!

Cherry: YOU DID WHAT NOW?????

Angel: ………Is it too much to ask that maybe you don't? Cuz i do not trust you with stuff like that and i'm pretty sure you'll set the forest on fire or something…

Sharketa: Yeah, no, i'm gonna nip this in the bud. You aren't allowed to do shit like that considering how much it can violate everyone else's safety, give me the fireworks.

Max: theya rent mine bruh i gotem from oh

Sharketa: Neptune damnit, ofc you did…

Sharketa: Said what i said, i need em. Where tf are you? I'm confiscating the fireworks. Stuff like that is a step too dangerous and i'm p sure The Captain would agree

Max: goddddddd fine i got it the first tine…UGHHHHHHHHHH im on the way ig goddamnt i worked hard figurein out how to docthat >:c -------------------- Damn...oof Max, he probably worked p hard on figuring that one out... Also, so here's some rambling lore shit!! The Captain-Guy in charge of The Campsite (as a reminder........Yes, he does have a real name but nobody knows it and we don't know why exactly either, he just goes by The Captain andddddddd yeah...) OH-Orange is basically second in command whenever it comes to stuff involving The Campsite, she gets alot of say in shit too with her money and whatnot being used to help the Campsite constantly... Sharketa-Captain's assistant. Like that's a job/role she's kind of taken. She really likes being able to help out and thus she does also get some authority over shit that happens, she's able to make decisions too but typically more stuff along these lines lol... Speaking of, here's a pic of Sharky and Sharketa together, older pic but still p good lol (Sharky more average sized here so probs more early series version of him before he bulks up and whatnot)

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #kidnappedseries rambles

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absinthe-and-tea · 3 years

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Hii, you wrote slashers and s/o with big boobs, but what about the opposite? S/o with small boobs who is insecure about that and feels less like a woman?

Btw I love your writing and your headcanons. They make my day ♥

I myself have pretty tiny boobs soooo- also I got this request twice kinda so I hope you guys dont mind me putting them into one ❤ Also super happy you like my stuff!!

P.S. I got half way through this and had to start over cause Tumblr deleted my progress 🙃

Slasher HCs || S/O W/ Small Breasts

Warnings: N//SFW

Jason Voorhees

He loves you no matter what. Honestly he loves how small they are. They easily fit in his hands, making it easier to touch all of you in a shorter amount of time.

If he sees you're down about them, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up gently. He'll then proceed to cover them in kisses.

He can't speak so he often uses his hands or mouth to praise them in other ways.

Loves running his thumb over your nipple to watch the small bud harden from his touch.

When you're intimate with him he makes sure to give them lots of attention. He prefers using his hands, loving how soft they are.

He's always loved them so he'll always continue to touch them and whatnot.

Michael Myers

He's fairly indifferent about them. He prefers was anyways.

Doesn't really compliment them or pay much attention to them the first time you two are intimate.

He doesn't notice how you feel for a while but when he finds you criticizing them though, it's fair game.

Will start coming up behind you, running his hands up your sides and to your breasts to engulf them in his large hands and gently squeeze.

He loves messing with them, that includes lightly pinching them. But he loves using his mouth on the more. Beware, he will nip and bite just hard enough to get a reaction from you.

Even after he's convinced you they are perfect, he'll continue touching them abd whatnot cause he'll have realized how much he likes them on you.

Brahms Heelshire

He's a manchild. And it shows. He definitely prefers bigger but he's alright with small breasts too.

100% has an oral fixation. Meaning he'll suck on them a lot. Whether he's partially laying on your lap or if you're on his lap stradling him, he's gonna have his mouth on them.

He'll say something about wishing they were bigger, not thinking about how it would make you feel.

If you start wearing sweaters more often or staring into mirrors longer, silently judging yourself, he'll start to take notice.

He'll start to grope them more and give them more attention while whispering how much he loves them.

He's an ass sometimes. But he loves you and your body. He'll make sure you know it too.

The Other

He's not home often and when he is, he spends a lot of time with his daughter but the moment its just you two, he's immediately walking towards you like a predator stalking it's prey.

He doesn't care about your boob size at all or if you have a nice ads. He just loves you.

When you cuddle, he'll always have a hand under your shirt. Either resting on your tummy or one of your breasts. Usually the latter.

If he sees how much you resent them, he'll show his love for them and your vidy in general by getting you lingerie.

The moment he sees you in it, you're getting thrown on the bed and getting the best night of your life.

Prepare to always be worshipped.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves them. No matter what, you are his muse. His inspiration.

He loves putting his hands on your sides and gently running his thumbs underneath them, against your ribs. Almost like he's sculpting a masterpiece.

He adores that they are small because he can pull your body even closer to his. He loves feeling all of you.

He prefers using his hands on them but he will gladly suckle on them as well. He's a bit shy though so you'll have to tell him you want it.

Absolutely hates that you feel badly about habing small boobs. So, he'll make countless sculptures, paintings, and drawings of you. He'll have so many things of just you that it feels as though he knows your body better than yourself.

Bo Sinclair

Another ass man but a nice set tits is great too. And that includes yours.

He enjoys them. How soft they are especially. His hands are very rough from doing mechanic work on the side so he enjoys the difference in softness.

If you say anything bad about them or judge them, he'll sit you on his lap and suckle them until you're writhing on top of him from sensitivity.

Not afraid to grope you in front of others or slide his hand under your shirt. Your his and he'll make that known real quick.

Loves to leave bitemarks and bruises on them to show you how much he likes them and how much he fully claims them and you.

Lester Sinclair

He likes boobs in general. Small or not. He just really likes the soft mounds.

Loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh under his hands and your hardened nipple brushing against his palm.

Gets super wide-eyed and excited if you wear lingerie that lets your breasts hang out. He'll sit there in awe until you get on his lap.

The moment you're on him, he's on you. Licking and nipping them softly, his hands gently groping and squeezing.

His heaven is either his head between your legs or against your breasts so expect him in either place at least once a night.

Solomon Goode

He worships every bit of you. You are his love after all and he would do anything to make you happy.

He enjoys the fact he can hold you close to his chest without large breasts in the way.

Enjoys teasing you every so often when in passing or not busy with work around the house or garden.

Seeing you topless makes his throat go dry and he begins hesitantly walking to you. You'll have to give him the okay to touch you but once you do, his mouth is attached to one of your nipples. His hand moving to rub the other.

He loves your softness and the smell of flowers that seems to surround you without your knowing. Being so close to you and tasting you is intoxicating to him.

Will always compliment them when he gets a good view. He'll never let you feel down about yourself. And if someone does something to make you feel that way, oops. Where'd they go?

Harry Warden

He's so happy anytime he can touch them. For a while though he won't take his gloves off, afraid you'll find him repulsive.

Though once he does and he feels the soft flesh for the first time, he'll never want to let go.

He loves the small mounds almost as much as he hates Valentine's Day. Between the softness of your flesh and the way your nipples harden at his touch, he's completely addicted to them.

Enjoys covering them in kisses while he praises you and compliments you. You're his precious lover after all.

Expect him to compliment them every time he sees you once he realizes you think they aren't perfect. They are gorgeous. Just like you.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely loves them. He couldn't even mildly dislike anything about you. You're perfect in his eyes. He'll even make you sundresses that show them off perfectly.

Though be careful when wearing said sundress because he'll get distracted by you really quick, causing him to forget about his work.

When laying in bed he'll always have a hand on one of your breasts subconsciously. Not even on purpose most times, he just wants to hold you.

Definitely another with an oral fixation. He enjoys gently playing with your hardened nipples with his tongue when in a more intimate moment.

Won't publicly do anything like groping because he's a good boy but will attempt to compliment you. You'll know what he's trying to say when he does.

Thomas Hewitt

Very handsy with you once your relationship starts to take off. Your breasts being something that fascinates him despite the size.

When you two are cuddled up in bed he will lightly run his fingertips over them to watch the goosebumps form and your nipples harden.

His favorite thing to do is grab your sides and use his thumbs to rub the little nubs. His eyes will wonder from your breasts to your face, wanting to catch the faces you make.

After a while he'll attach his mouth to one, his eyes never leaving your face. He adores how much pleasure he can give you from something so small.

His opinion when you bring up how you feel about them is "Good things come in small packages."

Eddie Gluskin

Well you already have a one up on his exes. They didn't even have anything at all. Barely even mosquito bites.

He'll run his fingertips over the mounds, lightly pressing down to see the small squish it makes.

You're his perfect bride. His Darling. So different from the whores he was with before. Your body is something else to him.

The mounds may be small but boy does he praise them and cover them in affection.

If you ask, he'd be happy to add an modifications to your wedding dress to make you feel better about them.

Though he'll need to do a lot of... Researching... To make sure he gets the measurements right.

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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So, uh.

How ‘bout that AU where Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark went to a boarding school or, idk, some Young Rich Kid Thing years ago and have this ~frenemies thing going on?

Because heirs to their respective empires/legacies who end up in the superhero business.

The press thinks they’re rivals/frenemies and such? Which in all honesty they should be?

But nah.

(But maybe?)

In reality they heckle the shit out of each other and stage “hostile takeovers” and whatnot because things are slow and boring, or they need to train up new people to handle serious attempts and anyway.If they manage to succeed it just means there’s a WE branch in that city or SI in this one and anyway.

It’s entertaining as hell watching the pres trying to make sense of it?

But also the superhero Thing and late night calls where it’s clear the other one Knows but coming out and admitting it would spoil the fun, but anyway, okay, anyway.

Sometimes Bruce gets packages with new gear/tech that have the Si logo on them somewhere - discreet-like, but also where Bruce knows to look. Or Tony gets a gift or someone taps JARVIS on the shoulder like psst, hey, you should take a look at this, and oh, hey, something nefarious is brewing and Tony best nip that nonsense in the bud before it blows up in his face.

Clark is convinced Bruce cannot stand this Tony Stark character? But then there’s some party or an expo and Bruce has to attend, and Clark goes (as Bruce’s ~date or in capacity as a reporter or just to fuck with Bruce for the hell of it) and is like oh.

Because to anyone who doesn’t know better it sure as hell looks like Bruce cannot stand Tony? But he’s got a real smile on his face, no horribad Brucie facade, seems glad to see him?

(And look, he doesn’t know Tony well, but he’s interviewed the man before and the smiles he sees on Tony’s face while talking to Bruce aren’t the same ones he gave Clark during that interview.)

AND THEN.

There’s the matter of Bruce’s kids and Tony’s kids and Bruce’s no, pls no, at the mere thought of them meeting?

But of course they do, because his kids are all horrible little gremlins and Tony’s got this mixed bag - Parker’s charmingly polite, but then there’s Keener and oh, God, the rest - and Bruce is like *SIGH* because the world will never be the same again???

Also, though, also.

Bruce’s kids when they’re with the Titans and Tony’s on the west coast at the time, you know - convenient that - and oh, God, the horror? (The horror.)

Especially when he finds plans for iron man suits in Robin’s colors???

There are so many over the years, and when his kids outgrow Robin there are suit designs for Nightwing, and armor or Red Hood - where did Bruce think Jason got the fancy helmet from, you know? Ra’s? Talia? Pfft. Red Robin and he knows Oracle’s got a line to Tony and JARVIS and whoever else for Steph and Cass and whoever.

(Armor at the very least, if they refuse a full suit and Bruce is like *SIGH* but it’s not like he’s going to turn something like that down, you know? Tony makes the best and it’s sticking point on the business side of things at times, a good reason for that division of WE to be better, dammit, although outsiders think it’s a business thing and nothing personal at all, and anyway.)

Yes.

Tony forever trying to ~woo Bruce’s kids away because they’re all so fucking smart?

But then there’s Tim, and Tony remembers the Drakes, okay. Wondered what happened to that kid he met at some party once upon a time, heard about the everything that left young Timothy without a mother and father badlyinjured and -

Bruce.

Also, okay, also.

Sometime after the everything with Jason, and Tony being in no position to help Bruce out, but then JARVIS tells him Batman’s got himself a new sidekick and really, Bruce, really.

Got to put in more work if you’re going to do the secret identity thing because that’s obviously the Drake kid - thank god you gave him tights, but come on, man, are you serious with all this?

And then the moment Tim’s anywhere near the west coast Tony has to check in on this kid and is like *_* because he’s the perfect little sarcastic brat and oh, Bruce, where do you find these kids?

But no, don’t tell Tony he can handle only so many tragic backstories before his morning coffee and anyway, about time you old bastard.

(Because Jason and Bruce’s guilt and everything.)

But then fast forward to Tony in New York and Tim’s there for a Thing for WE and Tony >:)))))))))))))) because he’s going to steal Tim for SI, don’t think he won’t, Wayne.

And then other shenanigans, I guess?

The Avengers being all ??? at this kid in the Tower who isn’t Peter or Harley and Tony trying to sell him on an armored suit of his own - grappling hooks are so yesterday, you know? Tony’s suits are so much better, and anyway, did he mention the flying thing?

Because it is awesome, Tim, trust him.

Tim is just *eyeroll* because Tony’s not wrong, but the whole metal suit doesn’t lend itself incredibly well to the whole...terror that flaps in the night thing or whatever the Bats have going for them???

(Tony takes that as a challenge because he can so make a stealth armor, just watch him, Tim.)

But anyway.

ALSO.

Tam being like.

NO. You can’t have him, he’s a nightmare, but he’s our nightmare, and then , idk, commiserating with Pepper and/or taking notes from Pepper and Tim and Tony are like oh, no, but also oh, yes, because Pepper is terrifying and her teaching Tam her tricks can only end well.

(Not for Tim, necessarily? But you know. In general.)

And then some party or gala or whatever and Bad Guys and the Avengers show up to save Tony and whoever?

And are ??? because Tony and Tim are like “Oh, no, after you I insist,” and “No, no, this is your city after all,” and so on because manners! And also superhero politics and really, the bad guys are hilariously bad at this and no one’s in any danger from them, and anyway.

Yes.

(Also. Tony being ridiculously charmed by Damian, okay. This little >:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( kid who clearly thinks Tony is at least three steps below slime he found on the bottom of his little batkid boot and oh, God, it’s like seeing young!Bruce before his kids ruined his life but in concentrated form and he cannot believe Bruce didn’t want the two of them to meet, Damian is a fucking delight, okay, as is Tony, and anyway. Yes.)

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chanfictions · 3 years

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May I please request an anko x fem reader drabble? Where they explore bondage and blindfolds and anko being a freaking tease. With orgasm denial and overstimulation? Nsfw please?

*fans face frantically* Hooboy, this one got away from me. We've escalated a bit out of drabble territory here. Woops. You said overstimulation, and I maybe went a little overboard. Enjoy!

Game Night

Anko x fem!Reader

18+ Content! Minors DNI!

Use of toys including a plug, fingering, bondage, rope, blindfolds, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, mind games, voyeurism

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Anko's ears twitched excitedly as she peered over her beer at you, hiding a cheshire grin as you bashfully admitted to the gaggle of giggling women with whom you were drinking that you had always wanted to try something fun involving bondage and blindfolds. She teased and goaded you into giving her more details throughout the course of the night while the two of you enjoyed a girl's night out with a few friends, and the lot of you shared hushed confessions of your dirtiest, secret kinks.

When the night of celebration and mayhem wound down, everyone trickled off and headed to their respective homes. You went back with Anko to her apartment and binge watched one of your shared guilty pleasures in your pajamas together with a bucket of popcorn before falling asleep in a tangle of limbs, snuggled in a pile on her couch like a pair of kittens.

You didn't think much of that conversation again until tonight, because tonight, you had made plans to go out again. However, Anko, with a devious little twinkle in her eye, suggested that the two of you should stay in for a little game night.

It began with Anko coaxing you into her bedroom with that devious smile plastered to her face, wrapping her fingers around your wrist and tugging you along with her to the foot of her bed where she kept her footlocker full of fun. Standing behind you with her arms coiled around your waist and nibbling at your neck, she finally broke the silence. "So, do you still wanna try that thing you brought up last time we were out with the girls?"

Your cheeks flushed as you bit back a little smile, a soft moan escaping from the gap. Anko had a way with setting the mood like this, turning up the heat in your core with little more than a few sultry whispers. "Mmm, which thing?" You inquired coyly.

A sly little chuckle rolled from her throat as her hands wandered up under the hem of your shirt. "Mmm, the thing involving me blindfolding you and tying you up," she replied cheekily, nipping your earlobe as her hands slid under your bra and gave your nipples a playful pinch.

Gasping, you giggled and wiggled your hips against her. "Wouldn't that involve having to go shopping? You don't just keep rope and whatnot lying around or anything, do you?" The question was meant as a playful one. Little did you know, the answer to that was 'oh yes, and much, much more.'

That was how you found yourself in this exciting predicament. A soft wrap of thick, black cloth obscured your vision, and you currently dangled from the ceiling like a rope-wrapped work of art. Your ankles were fixed to a bar that kept your legs spread. Intricate knotwork decorated your torso, constricting your breathing in a surprisingly sensual manner. You adored how the rope felt against your skin. Anko took such care with each knot as she clothed you in lengths of delicately dyed cotton and held you so closely as she adjusted each loop, it was like it's own sensual kind of foreplay. You sank into a surprisingly happy headspace as she fixed the final knot and looped the slack in its length through the ceiling hook.

While you hadn't been dating long, you knew that Anko was kinky. You just didn't know how kinky. This was all exquisitely exciting, leaving you shifting giddily with anticipation in your binds. Without your sense of sight, every sound echoing through the quiet apartment mattered. It was absolutely exhilarating.

The cheerful humming ringing in your ears as Anko circled you now was surprisingly menacing. With a nervous wiggle of your naked hips, you bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a soft touch ghosted one of your nipples, leaving the little bud hardened and standing at attention. You tried to follow the quiet taps of her footsteps as she moved about, but tracking a talented shinobi like Anko by sound was nigh impossible.

You jumped and your breath caught in your throat when you suddenly felt the warmth of her body pressed against your back and the sensation of a hand moved up the center of your chest, navigating the landscape of knots and ropes entrapping your torso. A soft breath in your ear sent delightful shivers up your spine. "You look so damn good in rope," she purred, walking her fingertips lightly across your skin.

Giggling and arching into her feather light touches, you teased her playfully. "You're like a wizard with this stuff. A sexy wizard with really nice tits." Your little remark was met with her warm palms cupping your breasts and giving them a light squeeze, rolling your nipples between her fingers. A gleeful little moan left your parted lips as you tilted your head back into her. Anko truly had magical hands. Heat pooled between your legs as thoughts of her drifted through your mind while she played with your little buds. When the sensation abruptly faded, you whimpered needily.

Anko bit her lip at the delicious sight of you, all tied up with nowhere to run. She had really outdone herself this time. The winding ropes and knots decorating your body formed symmetrical patterns that were just as pleasing to the eyes as they were to the body wearing them. Circling you again and leaving you blindly craving her contact for a few moments before softly trailing her fingertips up your inner thigh, she ever so lightly swiped her fingers through your folds. "Mmm, you bad little girl. I've hardly touched you yet and look at how wet you are." Her body pressed against yours again, leaving you gasping into the mouth that was just out of reach. You didn't need to see to know there was a mischievous smirk plastered across her face. Anko always looked like she was up to no good, and that couldn't be more true right now. Her tongue darted across your lower lip before catching it between her teeth as she gave your clit some much needed attention.

"Anko," you whined under a little giggle, rolling your hips into her touch. "You're always such a tease."

The devious laughter that fanned across your ear sent shivers up your spine as she slipped two fingers into your throbbing core, toying with you as you gasped and tried feebly to gain some friction against her palm. She worked them masterfully, playing against your g-spot as she gave your clit just enough attention to leave you whining and grinding your teeth. The white hot light of an impending orgasm began to build rapidly. That wide, wicked smile curled across her lips as she listened to you moan and felt you tightening around her fingers before casually withdrawing them and flicking her tongue along your cheek. "I know."

A defeated sound of protest squeaked out of your mouth when she just left you hanging on the brink of release. The spreader bar between your ankles kept you from generating any of your own friction, leaving you pouting with an unattended knot of heat still coiled in your belly. "Ankooo-"

Anko grinned triumphantly before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, catching one of yours between her teeth again while leaving little flutters of touch everywhere but where you needed it most. "Aww, what's the matter? You weren't about to cum, were ya?" She taunted, her hand wandering down to your inner thighs, brushing against your soaked pussy.

"Please, Anko?" You breathed lustfully as her other hand played and pinched at one of your nipples and her tongue flicked across the other. You ached and throbbed. Every teasing touch tightened that needy heat.

"Mmm, how many?" She murmured mischievously in your ear, slowly dragging her fingers back and forth across your throbbing clit while continuing to knead and play with the nipple caught between her nimble fingers.

Teetering so precariously on the edge, logic and reason had completely fallen out of your brain. All of the intermittent input from those delightfully skilled fingers of hers was ruining your ability to reason. You mewled, trying to arch into her hand for more pressure, but she just chuckled lowly as she denied you and waited to hear an answer. "I don't care, just please--" You threw your head back with a pitiful plea.

"Ask, and you shall receive," Anko grinned wickedly, now giving you the friction and pressure you so desperately wanted while eyeing the pile of goodies she had in store for you after successfully goading you into saying exactly that. She had won. You moaned happily as she coaxed the first one out of you, rubbing circles around your clit just the way you liked it and filling you with her fingers. "Mmm, you're so damn hot when you moan for me like that." She left trails of bites and open mouth kisses along your body, pausing to lick and nibble at your nipples as you clenched around her, giggling almost maniacally as she caught one between her teeth.

Sweating and breathing heavily from that delightful release, you arched into her touch, humming quietly and chewing your lip. "Fuck, this is fun," you breathed. The firm circles she drew continued, eliciting a throaty moan as you squirmed under her ministrations.

Anko almost wished that you could see the perverted smirk possessing her face as she leaned in to kiss you and ran her hands firmly over your knotted body, only momentarily giving your dripping pussy a break. "Oh, sweetie, I'm just getting started," she whispered threateningly, that smirk widening as you squeaked nervously. She chuckled darkly in your ear as she stepped away from you and loudly rummaged through the toys she had at her disposal. "Let's see… what do I want to use on you first..." That mischievous grin never left her lips as her palms closed around two particular objects, bringing them over to you. Your nervous, excited breathing made Anko hum and clench her thighs for a moment. Fuck, you were hot like this, all eager and dripping for her to touch you more. She could feel her own panties soaking just at the sight of you.

"Anko… what did you just pick up?" You inquired through a bit lip.

"Oh, just a few toys we've played with before," she mused with that cheshire smirk, trailing the familiar silicone tip of one she knew you loved down your midline to your navel.

"Oh, gods," you whined, now realizing what she was holding as the sensation of it slowly drifted downwards, dragging across your throbbing clit before Anko slowly began teasing your aching hole with it. This was hands down one of your favorites. It stretched you open and pressed on your g-spot in the most delicious way. "How is that going to stay in place?" You gasped as she slowly began working it into you with teasing thrusts.

"I told you this one came with a harness," Anko grinned widely, enjoying your whimpers and squirms as she slowly pushed it into you, occasionally giving your clit playful licks as she fastened the aforementioned device around your legs to keep the toy in place once it was fully seated.

You moaned loudly. Just the stretch of that thing was amazing, let alone what it did when she turned it on. You bucked your hips forward again, feeling the almost painful tease of her tongue lapping at your puffy clit. After adjusting to how full you felt, another question hummed in your head. "Wait… you said toys, as in plural," you squeaked.

Your question was met with more of Anko's devious laughter. "I know." She planned to make you forget your own name by the time she was through with you. With another chuckle, she dragged the next one across your chest, trailing it over your nipples as it hummed softly, leaving you gasping.

Not being able able see what she was doing was the most blissful form of torture. A whimper rattled in your throat as you swallowed hard and dropped your head back. "I-is that the plug?"

"Mmm, of course it is, sweetie," she purred. "You told me how much you liked being completely stuffed, remember?" She smirked tauntingly. All you could do was squeak in response. In truth, you did love that vibrating plug. It was just one of the little kinks you harbored with a bit of embarrassment. Anko, who was never one to be shy about any kink, happily explored that one with you not long ago and eased you into it. "Relax, baby. You know how this one works," she murmured while coating it with a generous quantity of lube and slowly teasing your puckered little hole with the tip. Your cheeks flushed and you gasped out a pathetic little moan of pleasure. Anko caressed your clit with one hand while slowly working the plug into you with the other, sliding it in and backing off if it seemed like it was too much as you slowly got used to it. You whined softly once it was fully in, and Anko gave your clit a few more rewarding rubs. "That's my girl."

"Fuck," you whispered through gaspy breaths, savoring the feeling of complete fullness from having both holes throbbing and stuffed. It was deliciously intense and distracted you from Anko's next move. "Oh gods, the wand too?" You mewled, upon hearing it buzz in her hand when she turned it on.

"Mm hmm," Anko mused, brushing it down across your body. You felt a length of rope lick your ankle as she unfurled a bit.

"Aaaankoooo, why do you need more rope?" You asked in a breathy moan, the pitch of your voice climbing, struggling to focus with all of the stimulation. Your holes fluttered in anticipation.

Your query was just met with more of that twisted giggling. "Well, I'm still gonna need my hands, so I have to tie this to you," she stated plainly while seating the humming head of it against your pulsing clit and deftly securing the body to your leg.

"Fuuuuuck, you're eeeeviiiiil," you whimpered as your legs began to shake. The vibrations traveling into your swollen clit caused you to tense tightly around the massive toy lodged in your pussy against your g-spot and the plug buried securely in your ass. The sheer magnitude of the compounding sensations left you trembling.

"Aww, poor baby," she taunted with a sly smirk while brushing her fingers against your thighs until she reached the wheel on the vibrator and turned it up a few clicks. The escalating ferocity of the sounds of your panting was music to her ears. She stood in front of you, swallowing your moans in hungry kisses while enjoying a little second hand stimulation from the vibrator that was firmly nestled against your clit. As she felt you nearing another orgasm, she walked behind you, taking both of your nipples between her fingers and pinched hard, relishing your cry as you gushed all over her floor. Your body trembled wildly, unable to produce actual words that weren't just banshee songs. Your legs shook and were hardly able to keep you upright. Your head was swimming as you gasped for air. Your walls clenched feverishly around the objects filling you as she massaged your breasts after she was done torturing them, giving you a splash of relief as she kissed her way up your neck.

Every nerve in your body was set ablaze. The heat between your legs had roared into an inferno as the tightness in your belly only seemed to grow stronger and stronger every time you fell off of that blissful cliff and your overstuffed holes spasmed and fluttered out of control. Your hips bucked reflexively against the vibrating, silicone head that was currently the center of your universe, mewling loudly as Anko laughed menacingly in your ear.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have to run to the store real quick for some snacks for later. I'll be back in a few. Don't go anywhere, kay?" Anko chirped cheerfully over your pathetic wails. "I'm gonna need you to keep it down though so that no one walks in and finds you like this," she grinned wickedly while popping a gag into your mouth and buckling it behind your head.

You moaned around it hoarsely, drool dripping down your chin and legs trembling violently as another orgasm ripped through your body. You could hardly hear anything over the hum of the vibrator strapped to your pussy and your own screaming. Muffled protests bubbled behind the gag that were soon lost as you cried pitifully when Anko cranked up the intensity on the vibrator to its highest setting. She wouldn't, would she?

"I won't be gone long," she smirked, leaving a playful kiss on your cheek before walking away to the kitchen, opening and closing the door.

Your pleasure-drunk wails intensified as the massive toy inside of you hummed to life and began actively massaging your g-spot. You went weak in the knees, throwing your head back with a muffled, shrieking cry as the knot of heat in your belly broke again and you gushed all over the floor for the second time. Due to the volume of the sound inside of your head, you never heard Anko walk back into the room. She seated herself languidly with a smug smirk as she admired the absolute wreck she had made of you as you dangled only a few feet away - sobbing, drooling, and orgasming uncontrollably. You twisted and squirmed against the silicone head of the vibrator strapped to your throbbing, overstimulated clit as you groaned pathetically, unable to hold back and soaking your legs again.

The sounds of your moans and quivering cries of ecstasy left her biting her lip and sliding a hand down her own pants, working deft fingers through her positively slick folds, just drinking the delicious sight of you. She wasn't going to leave you like that for too long, but she was definitely going to enjoy herself for the time being.

With a content sigh, she sank back into the couch, smirking while pleasuring herself to the sounds and sights of your earth-shattering orgasms. With a happy mewl of her own, she dropped her head back against the couch. "Man, do I love game night."

#anko x reader #anko smut #naruto x reader #naruto smut #chanfictions #my thumbs have no self control

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indigo-brainspark · 3 years

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How Hero Society allowed Endeavour to Become What He Is

Okay, okay, I can hear the hate already, but I like Endeavour as a character. I don't support his actions, and I most definitely am not an abuse apologist. What he did is wrong, plain and simple and even he knows it.

But something I do want to point out is that people are shaped by the society around them, and hero society is incredibly toxic.

(Case in point: people let Bakugou get away with anything because of his strong quirk, and no one wanted to discipline literal kindergartners who had strong quirks.)

Most heroes are doing this for the popularity. The fame, the glory. It's not even hidden at all.

Come on, the stabilizing component of this Jenga tower of a society is an all-powerful man they know absolutely nothing about except where he got his high school education from. That's insane.

Approval means everything to hero society, and quirk discrimination would be everywhere, especially in the generation where quirked people were very quickly becoming the global majority. Are you telling me that this man was the only one to get played by the system? That cases like this didn't happen all the time? How far do you think people will go to for approval? For ratings? For not being swept aside as just another little hero?

Here's the truth; they'll go pretty damn far.

And I'll tell you the truth right now.

The Hero System allowed this to happen.

You notice when they take Provisional License Exams, it's all super basic requirements?

Don't die on the field, and be nice to people. That's all you need to be a hero.

But here's the thing. This is framed as a more difficult exam, because of recent events.

This??? Is??? The bare minimum???

How were the exams when things were stable?!

And we're just going to ignore the high school sex offender who got allowed a pass???

They should have personality tests to comb out awful people, and send them to therapy, or anger management or something. Because at this point most of them are kids, and there's enough time to nip it in the bud.

But no, Endeavour was allowed to enter the hero workforce and that is where I think it got really bad.

First, we have this delusion he was under in which he was right in his actions.

NO HE WASN'T.

For this, I'd bring up his POV of Touya's upbringing. Specifically this frame:

He seems to think that Touya was thrilled about training, even though Dabi says he cried. Of course, at first Touya might have been excited, but it clearly didn't last as much as Endeavor had thought. So there's clearly confusion going on.

Endeavour seems to think that he was doing a... Rightful thing. Which he isn't and never was, and thankfully never tried to convince anyone else that he was in the right because I would've kicked him in the balls.

In fact, he openly acknowledged he was a terrible person, and was willing to change if his children demanded that of him. (Which is no false claim, since he delivers on that statement, eventually, even though he still has a long way to go)

So, the abuse and neglect began there, but you have to wonder, this man, would he think that maybe he was wrong in his actions?

Well, if it did occur to him to be nicer... Hero society strikes again 🙄

Listen to me, if someone's trying to be nicer to the people around them, you should never try to discourage it. Yes, yes, I know they are kids, but COME ON.

People who are realizing they are shitty people don't need a reason to stop thinking that they are shitty.

Also, the whole thing about wanting heirs and popular hero offspring and whatnot also leads back to a whole thing about popularity actively effecting how you're treated in the industry.

Iida got a leg-up because he had ties to a hero agency, don't even try to deny it. People are suckers for family stories.

But continuing onwards, Endeavour apparently has a good track record of zero causalities, which of surprising considering his temperament.

Here's the thing: Endeavour was a good Hero.

And the Hero Public Safety Commission understood that. That's why it was in their best interest to keep him around, no matter what his background was like.

*cough cough*Hawks*cough cough*

Also, they don't seem to care much about mental health, do they? Seems like Endeavour should've gone to therapy ages ago and this mess would never have happened.

But noooo, the closest thing he ever got to therapy is overhearing his son's green friend making an incredibly heartwarming speech after dinner.

So, hero society messed up really badly. And this probably wasn't the only case of something like this happening. Where do we go from here?

Well, there's the recovery from realizing you're a shitty person, and living the rest of your life making up for what you did, because Endeavour isn't the victim here, and we get to see how much exactly he's willing to change for his apology and how much of it is actually genuine.

I will go in-depth about it but right now I need sleep, so will rant about it tomorrow.

#bnha #bnha analysis #enji todoroki #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #rant #manga spoilers #endeavor #not endeavour hate #i genuinely think he has good character development and want to see where he goes next #but it's sad that the system screwed him over so badly #how come Bakugou gets to be accepted for his development but not endeavour?#not Bakugou hate #but he is what Bakugou would've become if he got that reality check later in life #you don't just get over social conditioning when you're older #there's always room to grow

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cinewhore · 2 years

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ok i kind of want to nip this in the bud before it just continues to happen:

Please, please, please, refrain from giving advice on a post of me venting or whatnot if i did not specifically ask for it. I know many of y’all want to help and all but it honestly just irritates the hell out of me. 9/10, i know what the solution to my problem is, i just need to whine a little and i like using this space to do so.

I appreciate the love y’all have given me and this isn’t me saying i don’t want that, just be mindful about how you’re trying to give it. I try and practice the notion of “do you want comfort, advice, or just someone to sit with?”

comfort - letting you know that i care and I’m here if you need anything

advice - here’s some possible solutions to your issues, let’s discuss how we can apply them

someone to sit with - I’ll let you do the talking but just know that I’m listening and will not say anything unless you ask me to

please take heed of these things. Thank you.

#trying to set boundaries #and such #so this is very important!#now that’s what i call blogging

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miss-bvnny · 3 years

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Yet another fan tweaks up TLK 2 and TLG: The Squeakel.

Im bored and in a lil pain. time to jot down all my personal ideas/headcanons for how I'd polish up TLK 2 and TLG to fit with the first movie a bit better, and create something more cohesive since like only about 3 people on the TLK2 and TLG teams paid attention to the first movie. I've seen a lot of hedcanons and AUS and whatnot in my day so I've kinda got a good idea of what i like and what I think might work better. Veteran TLK creators please interact with me and gib feedeback on my sick tricks

Uhhh TW for abuse and cub death

So...while there's TECHNICALLY nothing I'd change about the first movie, as it's pretty much done and solid, I wanted to play with my ideas for Zira's backstory.

YES in my version it'd be a one-sided love, kinda like how DemiiDee on dA and Silver-Wolf-17/@mask-of-prime see it, Scar knew she was obsessed with him since the day she met him as a cub, and took advantage of that. After he became king, he wanted loyal lionesses just in case Sarabi, Nala, Sarafina and the others got wise and rebelled. Zira and her pride sisters were all starving, and he knew that. He welcomed them in, promising food and comfort in return for their loyalty. Zira didn't hesitate to agree, and Scar loved her blind adoration of him. He WOULD have liked it if someone like Sarafina was so blindly in love with him (Scar had a gross unrequited obsessive crush on Sarafina growing up, and he constantly held it against her after she chose to be with Nala's father Mega instead. This is another reason why he was so hard on the hunting parties. He used his position as king to get petty revenge on childhood bullies and the like). Scar decided Zira would be his queen but like...ONLY because Sarafina had already made her choice. Zira didn't care, and knew she'd make Scar proud and produce a lot of wonderful heirs for him, in order to repay him for ''all he'd done for her'' (A very thin and insincere ''all'' if you ask me). So, Zira gets pregnant with who will eventually be Nuka, but...Rafiki takes a look at her and sees she's very weak and will probably only have one cub. Oh well. Let's just hope this one son is a suitable heir in Scar's eyes.

....Well-

Nuka's born. Weak, unfocused, and not at all what Scar wanted or was hoping for. He TRIES to teach Nuka and raise him as an Heir, but...it just doesn't work. Scar believes he was destined for greatness and for a prosperous, strong lineage. Nuka is none of those things, and it seems Zira will never be able to give him another heir (I KNOW the ''This woman can't have kids'' trope is icky but HOLD ON wait until you see where I'm going with this) Scar disowns Nuka and scolds Zira for disappointing him. Zira begs for his forgiveness, and swears on her life she'll find a way to make things worth Scar's while.

During this time, several of the male cubs who were born around the same time as Simba are being exiled. Scar doesn't want any males around to threaten overtaking him, and nips the problem in the bud before it ever becomes an issue. Many pride sister saw him doing this, and while they disagreed with it...it DID offer one bonus: Trustworthy males were leaving for better lands. They could take the new young cubs with them, since none of the sisters wanted their children to be raised in Scar's Pridelands.

Surprisingly, one of these lionesses trying to save her cubs...was Zira. Within the last few months, she'd...began to realize perhaps she was looking at Scar with rose-colored glasses. She was beginning to wonder if perhaps she was wrong to worship him the way she did. The thoughts were still kinda...new, and she wasn't sure what to do. But, during all her confusion, she DID happen to meet another male lion. Mpendwa, (Swahili for ''Honey'') was an old friend from her teenage years who was a wanderer by nature. Zira was VERY happy to see him again, after all these years. She met with him in secret, when Scar and the Hyenas weren't looking, and began to fall in love with him. REAL love. Mutual good love, where he loved her for who she was, and NOT what she could give him. Even Nuka seemed to like him, too! And...by some miracle, Zira and Mpendwa had a secret litter together! Four beautiful, healthy little cubs! It was perfect. SO perfect. Perhaps the problem had lain not in Zira, but in Scar the entire time. It served as more confirmation to Zira that...perhaps she was in the wrong to love him. Mpendwa asked her if she and their four cubs would come with him. Somewhere far and somewhere safe, where they could be happy together. Zira...was hesitant, afraid of disappointing Scar further, and even more afraid to leave her pride sisters behind. They were in this because of her, and...there were so many of them that it'd be impossible to get all of them out without Scar seeing something was up. Nevertheless, she knew she had to think about the future of her cubs, and NOT about Scar. She agreed, and plans were made for Zira and Nuka to meet Mpendwa at the border with her four cubs. In the dead of night, they'd leave using the rest of the evacuating males as a cover so they could make a clean getaway.

....Well...to make a very heartbreaking and gruesome story short...Scar knew about Mpendwa the entire time. And of course he saw Zira was pregnant. He overheard their plains to escape, and prepared accordingly. Mpendwa and three of Zira's cubs were killed as punishment for her disloyalty and attempt at mutiny. He lets her keep the youngest one alive as a reminder of her shortcomings, but ONLY if she'll swear her loyalty to him once more. With nothing else left to do, she swore her allegiance to him, and returned to the Pridelands with only Vitani and Nuka left of her family. In the coming days and months, Scar turns up the charm to further entice Zira, making sure she and Vitani are given the best of everything and taken care of, to ensure she feels terrible about what she did and she never acts out again. Sadly, it works, and Zira falls back in love with him, realizing SHE was the one in the wrong, and was an utter fool to betray Scar. Things are....steady for a while. Not bad, not good, but...steady for Zira and Scar. He of course ignores both cubs, and Zira has to reach out to him pleadingly if she wants to connect with him. Zira works as a willing mouthpiece to spout propaganda tot he rest of the pride, assuring then Scar is a GREAT king, their ONLY king, and that he will usher in a new golden age for them all. It pleases Scar and he is sure to...ever so slightly reciprocate his gratitude to her. If only to keep her totally convinced to stay with him. Zira can see he's...flaky and not too sure about her, and decides she MUST act fast to show him she is worthy.

She MUST somehow produce him a viable heir. And quickly. But with all the other males gone, there's not a whole lot of cubs being born. And her beloved Mpendwa is long dead. So...she has to figure something else out. One day, while hunting for Vitani and Nuka on her own, she runs across a skinny dark brown lone lioness taking a dead zebra somewhere. She tells Nuke and Vitani to wait, and begins to stalk this female, named Jibu (''Answer'') Jibu takes her kill to a secluded spot, and Zira notices she's having trouble catching her breath. It doesn't take Zira long to see...Jibu is pregnant. VERY pregnant, and close to giving birth. GIVING birth, actually! She's going into labor. Jibu cries out for mercy, knowing she is alone and there is no one around to help her. Zira, in a moment of maternal instinct and compassion, helps her. She, along with Nuka and Vitani, stay by Jubi's side as she gives birth to one little brown cub. Then, Zira gets...a really really REALLY terrible idea, just looking at the little cub. Calmly, she tells Vitani and Nuka that Jibu will need some water, and that they need to bring some back for her in some fresh moss. It's a big job, and the cubs are BOTH very willing to help. Vitani and Nuka leave on their big mission, and then Zira, Jibu, and the new cub are left alone.

Zira is quick about it. Merciful, even. By the time Nuka and Vitani get back, Jibu is dead. Zira sorrowfully tells the cubs that...the birthing process was simply too much for a weak and skinny loner like her, and that there was nothing at all that could have been done. Nuka asks what they're going to do with the cub, and Zira says she SUPPOSES they could take it back to the pride, as well as the zebra Jibu just killed. They return to the pridelands with food, and...Zira presents the cub to Scar. She tells him that his mother gave birth on the edge of the territory, before succumbing to her dehydration and fatigue. Scar looks the cub over, and is overjoyed. He declares THIS cub, this Kovu, WILL be his heir.

So, time passes, and before you know it, Simba returns. The TRUE Pridelanders rise up and reclaim their land. In the wake of his return, Zira's pride sisters see the error of their ways, and oppose the hyenas in battle. Scar is overthrown, and Simba takes his place as King. Zira is of course horrified, outraged, and...filled with a turmoil of emotions about it. Some part of her feels...free that Scar is gone, but the rest of her was so twisted by his words that she doesn't want to admit she's happy he's dead. She chokes those feelings down, trying to sit still and look pretty for Simba as he moves in. Nuka, Vitani, and little Kovu are doing well, and...as a mother that's all she should care about, really. But...deep down inside, there's a growing, growling, burning need for revenge in her soul.

As Kovu grows a little bigger and the pridelands heal more, Simba and Nala announce the birth of their OWN heir.....Kopa. Yep. Yes. That's right, I'm a Kopa theorist. Upsetting, I know. But like....it makes sense. Look at how overprotective and suffocating Simba was to Kiara in TLK 2. Almost like he'd dealt with tragedy in relation to a cub before, and vowed to never let it happen again. Huh. If YOU'RE reading this and you have no idea who Kopa is and the drama behind his very existence, first of all God I wish I was you, secondly, go here to learn what then entire TLK fandom is divided over:

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Kopa

Anyway, Kopa is begins to grow and learn as the next king of Pride Rock, good friends with Nuka and Vitani, and even their cute little brother Kovu. He's not...VERY old right now, but he'll grow and be able to play with them one day! Their mom, Zira, seems....a little upset about stuff. She always watches them from afar, never engages with the rest of the Pride, and doesn't seem to like Simba. Kopa, as a young kid determined to be a great king, takes a note to keep an eye on this. She might be really old, but she's part of his father's kingdom. Everyone else is happy and healthy, she should be too, right? Simba and Nala seem...worried about her as well. For different reasons, but yeah.

Ever the hunter and woman scorned, Zira has been...studying Kopa. He's young and naive, but...eager to learn and take over for his father. He's studious and intuitive, often finding trouble without meaning to, because he was trying to solve a problem or get involved in pride politics. Of course, all the other lions and creatures love him, and are eager to see him grow into a fine future king. There s NO doubt he's a jewel in his family's crown. But...he is still a cub. Zira remembers how devastated she was to lose Vitani's three siblings, and knows that Simba and Nala will be equally devastated if....something happens to Kopa. She knows exactly how she's going to avenge Scar now.

Simba and Nala were out on a little moonlight hunt together one night, like they enjoyed to do together. They were coming back to Pride Rock afterwards, only to hear a terrible commotion. Zazu rushed to meet them, telling of something terrible that had just happened: Zira tried to assassinate the young prince. Her pride sisters were now in arms against Sarabi and her pride sisters, trying to stop an attempted uprising. Simba and Nala quickly joined in to fight, Simba finding Zira with Kopa in her jaws. He stops her, and Timon and Pumbaa are quick to get Kopa to Rafiki for healing. Simba and Nala face off against Zira while she gives her side of the story. telling about how she's tired of being docile and pretending her heart isn't broken after Simba and Nala both took everything from her. Simba and Nala both see she's still...terribly twisted by Scar's words, trying to be patient but firm with her as they attempt to talk her down. She won't have it, and leaps at Simba, Nala gets involved, and they fight her off. Simba calls for her banishment, and she is thrown out of the Pridelands with the rest of her followers, and her three cubs.

During all of this, Rafiki is attending to Kopa and his injuries. They're...bad, but not fatal. With time, he'll be just fine. Zira left him blind in one eye, gave him a terribly ripped ear, nearly tore his tail off, and he's got a deep throat scar that will alter his voice quite a bit. With time he'll be alright physically, but...I'm not so sure about mentally. Kopa has...a LOT of PTSD over it. blaming himself for how he thought Zira was a friend he could help, wondering if he was stupid for never seeing her anger sooner. He begins to question his abilities as a future king. Yes, he's still young, and accidents happen, but...this event has left him a bit jaded all the same. Simba and Nala see it, and...want to do the best for their son. They can see the enthusiasm in his eyes to one day be king fading. It's devastating. And...while Simba isn't about to give up on him, he doesn't want to force Kopa into something he...clearly doesn't want to do anymore. On top of that...Simba fears Kopa may not be safe in the Pridelands anymore. Zira and her followers ARE in the Outlands, but...Zira is bold and full of hate. There's no telling what she could do next. After a lot of deliberation, meeting with Zazu, Nala, and Kopa...the king comes to a conclusion. He strips Kopa of his title as an heir, and sends him to live in the Oasis with Ma, Uncle Max, and the rest of Timon's family. He'll be safe and well-fed there, far away from Zira. It'll only be for a while, until the trouble with the outlanders settles down, and until Kopa is ready to return home. Kopa agrees to the idea whole-heartledy, and departs for the Oasis as soon as he's fit to travel. It's...painful and hard, but it's the best option for their son's mental health. Simba and Nala do visit often, and are glad to see it DOES seem to be working.

Okay. So Zira tried to kill Kopa in the name of Scar, got herself booted, and the origins of her three cubs have been dealt with. That's all the Zira/Scar and Kopa backstory stuff done and dealt with. I'm gonna cut it right here since this is gettin awful lengthy, and continue with TLK 2 and The Lion Guard in a part 2. Keep an eye out for that one.

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