HOW WOULD THE INCUBI REACT TO YOU FALLING ASLEEP SOMEWHERE RANDOM
Like perhaps the dining table or in the study/library or something hdhdhdhdbs
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also AWW THIS PROMPT
sweet sweet sweetness today
James: When he walks in and sees you fast asleep in the library near an open book that he’s been reading, his heart melts. You look so peaceful, in your own world. He can’t help but admire your delicate state but then gently carries you up to your room, careful not to wake you. Once you’re tucked in he lays beside you, gazing at your lovely face and falling in love all over again.
Erik: He calls your name but promptly stops after seeing you snoring in the dining room. He can’t help but chuckle, you just look too cute! As quickly as he found you, Erik takes you up to your bedroom and covers you both in blankets. He massages your body, knowing just the right spots to ease. You unconsciously cuddle near him, and he smiles, knowing that he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.
Sam: Sam’s loud stomps can be heard throughout the house, which he doesn’t really care until he finds you fast asleep in the bathtub, the water swaying against your body. His face goes red, embarrassed that he found you like this, but begins to feel calm just looking at you asleep. He stays there for awhile, gazing at your face and thinking about how much he’s in love with you, until you eventually wake up.
Matthew: Matthew stares in shock as he found you gently snoring on the stairs. How sleepy did you get that you couldn’t make it to the bedroom? He disregards this and smiles, seeing how deep you were sleeping. He decides that he’ll join you, putting his head near yours and slowly falling asleep, knowing that the love of his life will be right next to him when he awakes.
Damien: Gentle footsteps echo in the halls, searching for you. Damien goes through every room and feels relief when he finds you in the study, sleeping on top of an open book. He audibly ‘aws’ and finds another chair to accompany you. His hands find his way to your hair, softly caressing it before he too falls asleep, thinking about how adorable you look when you’re sleeping.
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I Hear a Symphony
Part 2
Summary: Here is the long waited part two to the original story of “I Hear a Symphony” I created three endings, one for each boy.
AN: I really hope you enjoy reading these as I had a lot of fun writing this for you guys!
James Ending
“Y/N, wait!” she heard someone call her name in a rushed tone.
That’s all she remembered as she ran until she couldn’t anymore. She ended up at her grandfather’s grave, at the local cemetery. She came here from time to time to talk to him. Even though he can’t respond back to her, it provided her comfort knowing that he is still watching her. Her feet were sore as she took off her shoes near the cemetery gatefall. She moves to sit on her knees in front of the stone. The glossy surface reflects as she can see her tear stained face and ruined makeup.
As soon as she started to run he shouted her name to get her attention but he could only watch her rushed footsteps. He knew that he shouldn’t have expressed his feelings, especially since Erik and Sam did the same. She was going through so much with her grandfather passing, James taking over the company that she was once given, and managing with the incubi living with her. She was overwhelmed, and adding romantic feelings on top didn’t help. He knew exactly where to find her as she had taken him to talk to Harold before. Hot on her heels he made his way towards the cemetery gate just outside of the factory to see her beautiful flat shoes ruined. He picked them up and continued on. Soon enough he sees her kneeling at the cold stone grave as he sighs with relief.
Her heart is still pounding in her chest as she sighs looking at her hands to envision James hands over top hers. She wondered where James was after her panic. She was so distracted by her thoughts about how she acted that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her.
“I knew you would be here.” James' smooth voice made the girl shiver as her orbs widened with embarrassment as James helped her stand up to meet his gaze. James looked at her once white dress to find it ruined with the weather, she met his gaze but quickly looked at his chest as her face was blushing.
James was lost in his thoughts that he noticed the girl wrap her arms around him as she buried her face in his expensive suit. He looked down to pull her in closer to warm her up from the cold north wind. After a comfortable silence and a couple of her tears wiped away he looked at her with concern. He didn’t feel cold as he noticed they were protected by the wind. They both looked at the grave in question as being buried underground couldn’t stop the warlock’s powerful demon magic.
“Y/N,” James lifted the girls face as she gazed into his whiskey coloured eyes, “I’m sorry for tonight Miss, I shouldn’t have expressed my feelings towards you during a stressful time.”
“James I-” she started but James made a shushing noise as he took off his black tuxedo jacket to wrap around the girls’ shoulders. Her hair wrapped around her face as she could feel the warmth and his perfume in the air.
“Love, I want you to know that my feelings for you are real. I deeply care about you,” James pulled her in closer to whisper, “Ever since you let me, and my brothers stay after the Malix attack. You are a wonderful and generous woman and I love you. I don’t expect an answer now as it’s been an eventful evening.” He deeply chuckles at her blushing.
James could feel the girls tears well up again as he pulls her in to comfort her but instead the girl reaches up on her tip toes as her hands go around his neck to give the confused incubi a kiss on the lips. He moaned at the contact he could feel her energy as his eyes were gold for a minute before snaping closed, as he picked her up, with her legs wrapped around his thighs and he gently placed her on top of the grave. Soon enough James felt her tongue on his lips asking as he quickly took control as it started to get hotter between kisses. His hands pulled her closer as they slowly ended the kiss. Looking back up at James with heavy breathing and blushing she looked at his white dress shirt while James was smiling back at her with his full demon form on display. His golden horns and markings made him feel powerful and protective of her. The kiss was enough to show her feelings, but she wanted to say it back.
“Raestrao.” At the sound of his real name the incubus looked down as his grip tightened around her waist while his eyes flicked gold.
“I love you as well.”
Sam Ending
“Y/N, wait!” she heard someone call her name in a concerned voice.
Sam was the first one to notice her fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. He wished that he could have seen it sooner, before she ran.
During the dance Sam couldn’t have noticed how worried she was, he thought that she was having a fun time while in his arms. His forest eyes sharpened after he shouted her name to get her to stop. He quickly turned around to follow her footsteps, but not before flipping off his oldest brothers. He stopped to see a framed photo of her with her grandfather. She looked so happy; he couldn’t believe that this gray-haired old man was the warlock Harold; who allowed him to come to the human world so that he could be with his brothers.
He finally found a door that led to the polished backyard, with a large dark wooden deck that included a wide staircase near the bottom. He walked outside and a large blast of cool air hit his face as his footsteps made no sound. He sees her now, his doofus sitting on the last step with her shoes off and her bare feet in the wet grass. He heard her sigh as she stared at the night sky hoping for a solution.
She placed her hands in a prayer, he overheard her whisper, “Grandfather , please guide me!”
Sam let out a sigh as he used his demon magic to let out a green chain. He used it to bound his magic to his suit jacket. He wanted to create a distraction for her so that he could pull off his plan.
She gasped at the sight of a suit jacket being carried by a green chain. It moved so gracefully and the familiar green glow provided comfort. She started to laugh as the arms swooped up around her.
“Oh! You want me to follow you?” She questioned as the jacket glowed bright green, as if it could answer her question.
She was really confused but she let the jacket led her though a small clearing near a forest to see a small dance floor made from grass with fairy lights around the large brown trees. She was led into a dance in her bare feet in the wet grass. It allowed her to forget about what was going on and just allowed her to let go. Sam creeped over to see her smiling and laughing as the jacket was copying his dance moves from before. His chest puffed up in pride as his plan was working. Soon enough the jacket spun her away in the dark while Sam got into position to take over as the wind playfully pulled her back right into his arms.
“Sam!” She squeaked in embarrassment while he let out a hearty laugh, “Was all this your doing?” She remarks as his forest green eyes confirm with sincerity.
“Yeah, I planned this little scheme,” he turned her as the moonlight was their spotlight, “ Matthew is not the only one who can create romantic moments, ya know?” He smirked.
But before he could continue he tripped over a tree trunk and the both of them tumbled down the hill. His arms quickly went around her to stabilize her as he took most of the damage. She found herself under Sam as he carefully placed his hands above her head as she was laughing before he could ask her if she was okay.
“Oi! What’s so funny doofus?” He barked at her.
“Oh, it’s just that I haven’t seen you so graceful in a while.” She sneers
“Hey! I’m graceful,” his green eyes locked on her, “that was just a one time thing.”
He rolled off her as they sat up at the bottom of the hill that was facing a small lake. He looked at the two of them to see grass stains on both of their outfits as he knew that Erik was going to be upset at his creations. He took off his jacket to throw it at her, in surprise she fumbled with it before she quickly covered her shoulders.
“Thank you Amories.” She whispers as their eyes caught as she could see the quick colour change.
“It’s no problem doofus, " he looked over to see her sigh in relief, “You need it more than me anyways.”
“Do you really have feelings for me?” She asked after a comfortable silence.
“Of course I do! You’re the first person to see through my tough exterior, I made a total ass of myself when we first met and I wanted to make it up to you ever since.” He got quiet as he continued, “but then I found out that James and Erik had feelings too and then I felt trapped. James is a perfect gentleman while Erik knows exactly how to swoon you and I just don’t have any of that.” He looks right into her shining orbs as she moves to get closer to the incubus, “I know what qualities I have and that I like to think that actions speak louder than words.”
She gasped as slowly their bodies started to get closer as he wraps one arm around her waist while the other one rests on her face as they kissed. She could feel no energy being taken as she could feel all the love and protection that Sam was pouring into her. Her hands wrapped around his neck allowing him to pull her closer as she is straddling him. They moved their lips in sync with the rhythm of their bodies as they both parted to breathe.
“Wow, that was amazing!” She giggled as Sam had a look of passion in his golden orbs, “ I love you Sam!”
Sam leaped in joy as he put his arm around her, “I promise to do everything I can to make you smile and laugh along with me. Forever.”
He kissed her on the cheek as he laid with her on the wet green grass enjoying the beautiful sunset that was over on the horizon.
Erik Ending
“Princess! Please come back!” Erik begged as he watched her run away.
He quickly pulled himself together to chase after her but before he could James and Sam stopped him from leaving by grabbing his wrists.
“James. Sam. Please let me go! I need to find her!” He pleaded with them.
“Erik, I have known you longer than anyone else and why would I let you chase after her when you are just going to use her.” Sam snarked back while James slowly nods. Agreeing with him.
“Because I actually have deep feelings for this woman! My mother did raise me to be the perfect incubi and worked at my charming skills but I was never truly happy back home! The amount of women I had to seduce was a chore and I hated myself after every incident! What was worse is that my mother encouraged these behaviours! We all had to do what we were told tosurvive that hell hole!!” Erik yelled as the brothers could see his spiritual energy rising with his rage.
He was able to push Sam's hand away from him as he walks over to where James and Sam were standing as he continues, “Now that I have found a beautiful, smart, and talented woman who is able to see who I truly am and you all want to get in my way!” Erik got really close to his eldest brother with an evil messed up grin.
“I would like to see you guys try.” He taunted them as he clenched his fists.
Now all of his brothers turned in shock to see that Erik was threatening them all. It has been true that back home he was nicknamed the ‘Sly one, second son of the demon lord’. Looking back they could never tell how Erik would feel after his sessions, nor did they ask. All of that pent up aggression that Erik held onto was not healthy and the brothers looked at each other in understanding. Since coming to the human world they have seen Erik in a brand new light. Ever since he met the women of the house he became more helpful and learned about the human customs instead of falling back on what he used to know.
They remember how she took them into her home dispute with her sister. She taught them, gave them all support, and within a couple months they turned into a family. A true family like Matthew would put it.
James turned to place his hand on Erik’s shoulder before letting out a sigh, “Erik, no one is here to fight you,” he begins as Erik cools down, “We all know that you have fought very hard to prove to yourself you are not who you used to be. We know that you deserve happiness and I want you to find her and tell her the truth.” He gave him a smile, “We know that we can trust you and you are a great man for her.”
Erik smiled at his brothers feeling the rage leaving his body “ Thank you guys! With all of my heart I love you.”
He adjusted his black tie before leaving, “Wish me luck!” He shouted as he left the room to find his princess.
Meanwhile the girl got tired of running and she was now wondering where the production line of the factory was. She remembers coming here as a child to see her grandfather who would allow her to create new toys for children to play with. All of his employees loved her enthusiasm and enjoyed her company.
She glanced up to see a large portrait of her grandfather, Harold in his most elaborate black and white suit. She smiled as she got closer to examine the artwork. All of a sudden the portrait started to move, like her grandfather was trying to tell her something. She let out a small scream as she quickly backed away terrified.
“As if my night can get any worse!” She snarked towards the portrait as it said nothing. She gave the portrait one last cold glare before walking away.
Erik was running down the hallway in desperation trying to find his princess when he heard a woman's scream. He stopped and listened to gasp as that was his princess scream. He pointed out the direction it came from and continued on with determination.
Soon enough Erik made it to the production line. He knew the area well from Matthew talking about working on the floor often at the dinner table. He walked around observing the large machines as he heard her wonderful voice again.
“As if my night can get any worse!”
Erik tried to pinpoint her location but he soon detected demon magic in the air. He could see that the warlock was following his princess. It reminded him of a ghost; with a teal glow outlined his body as he was in his human form. He quickly ran up the stairs to follow them.
She was finally in her grandfather's office. She would come here a lot when her father would drop her off. She slumped down in his large office chair and looked out the large window that was facing the lake.
She heard a noise around the office door that startled her. She took a deep breath before she quickly grabbed the nearest item which was a sharp pencil. The door opened and with a shout she then turned to stab the intruder, but she was met with her grandfather's ghost and the pencil right through him with no pain.
“Grandfather?” She shakly spoke. The ghost nodded as he quickly moved his hands on top of hers.
“ I heard your prayer and I came to help you.” It spoke just like he would she puzzled
She looked into his eyes to see his own green eyes staring back at her. Her eyes started to tear up as her grandfather held her as she cried.
“I miss you so much!” She hiccuped, “I knew you would come back.”
He smiled at her, “I never left.” He used his magic to show the brothers waiting in the ballroom, “ Now my dearest, why did you leave?” She took in the question to notice that Erik wasn’t present.
“Well,” she started, “ I was overwhelmed with your passing and with James running the company that you started I just needed to breathe as I didn’t know how you would feel about James taking over.”
“I see. I find that James is the perfect CEO for the company. He has charm, and the business skills. I feel pride that he threw this party for me.”
She looks at him with a questionable look, “You were there?”
“Of course I was! I needed to see my two grandchildren! Now I think the real reason you came up here was to run from Erik.”
“Erik? Now why would I hide from him?”
“It’s because you are scared to move on and be happy with him.” He told
“I’m not scared!” She challenged back.
“Oh,” he let out a laugh, “Uzaeris, I know that you are there. Come here.”
Her eyes went wide, “What! Erik is here! How?” She turned to face him but was met with purple eyes instead. Erik held her hands while she was in shock.
“Yes, princess, I followed you here.” He started, “Princess I’m so sorry to bring up my feelings tonight as you were clearly not ready to hear them. I think that your grandfather is right, since his passing you have been ignoring me and my brothers. I want to help you,” his hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear, “but you need to be ready and open to talk.”
She started to relax in his embrace, “Erik I,” she started but started to sob in his arms. He quickly rubbed her back as she cried about the loss. After a while Erik moved them to sit on the couch next to the desk.
“Do you feel better princess?” He questioned.
“Yes Erik. I feel better now. I think that I learned that it’s good to express my emotions and feelings.”
She moved to straddle his lap as Erik purred seductively. “Princess! What are you doing?”
“I’m finally not holding back anymore.” She smirked
“What do you-.” Erik couldn’t respond as she leaned in and kissed him.
He quickly recovered as his eyes snapped shut as his hands moved to her waist as hers went into his red locks. He took control and he could feel her energy as he used his tongue to swipe her mouth as she let his muscle explore her wet mouth. They were both painting as he slowed the kiss to allow her to breathe.
He opened his eyes to see his princess with a big smile and her flushed face. He smiled back at her.
“So princess, how was that?” He teased her as she blushed due to his boldness.
“I love you.” She whispered around the dark room while his violet eyes soothed her.
He kissed her again to show her that he loved her without using words. Erik could still feel the demon magic in the air as he went to kiss her neck. He took one look to see her grandfather looking at him with a nod of understanding.
His last words he worded to him was, “Please take care of my granddaughter, Uzaeris. I trust you.” Erik nodded back as he vanished away, leaving him and his princess in the room.
“Now my princess, let’s go home.”
She nodded as he gracefully picked her up bridal style. He puffed his chest with pride as he walked to meet the gang. She cuddled closer to his chest as she was falling asleep.
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synopsis: The boys have never gone to school together, and now that they’re finally in high school, the mothers have agreed to let the boys attend the same high school, giving into their plea’s. Now instead of being homeschooled, the boys will start at public high school and do it together :).
“ Here are your schedules. First period starts in 45 minutes so you can walk around the school. Here’s a pass so the security guards don’t stop you, they’ll know your new here once they see it. Have a good first day and stop by my office at the end of the day!” Ms. Miller stated, the guidance counselor. By the end of it, the boys were already out of her office and standing in the hall.
“ Okay let me see your schedules.” James said, as the boys all handed they’re papers to James.
“ Do we have any classes together?” Matthew asked hopefully. James studied the papers, looking through them all.
“ Erik and I don’t have any classes together.” James said, handing Erik his schedule back. Erik showed a look of sadness as he looked over his schedule.
“ Sam you have physical education and lunch with Matthew.” James said, before Matthew let out a squeak as Sam hit his shoulder.
“ That’ll be fun.” Sam said, taking his schedule back from James.
“ Damien you don’t have any classes with any of us.” James said, before the group grew silent.
“ You’ll be fine. I’m sure the people will be decent.” Matthew said hopefully trying to cheer Damien up.
“ It’s fine I guess. I’ll get through it. I’m considered a Freshman right? That seems to be why.” Damien said, looking over his schedule.
“ Yes. Erik and I are seniors, ‘upperclassmen’ to Damien’s grade level. Sam is a junior and Matthew is a Sophmore.” James explained as he began to look over his own schedule.
“ Well, are we gonna take a look around?” Sam asked as he stared at the school’s trophy case.
“ Seems like you already started.” Erik said, walking past Sam as the group continued to walk down the hall, about to explore the school.
“ Oh shut it pretty boy.” Sam said, following the group.
“ How many floors are there to this school?” Damien asked James, as they walked up the stairs.
“ Six floors, three different buildings. There are two fields, one football field and another soccer field.” James said, as they reached the top floor.
“ What are we up here for?” Matthew asked, as they pushed through the heavy door to see a hallway full of lockers.
“ We’re going to find our lockers.” James said. “ Ms. Miller said our’s should be together, since our mother’s requested so. We can start from up here.” James said, as he looked down to his sheet. His locker number was A452.
“ What floor are we on?” Asked Damien, looking at his schedule.
“ We’re on the fifth floor.” James said, walking along the lockers.
“ Maybe if we just hit them all-“ Sam began, before someone cleared they’re throat. The boys all turned to a small woman, standing near the lockers, holding the door to her classroom open with her foot.
“ Do you boys need help?” She asked, her voice calm. She looked older, in her 60’s maybe. She smiled warmly though, as she walked over to the boys.
“ Uh yes we do miss. We’re trying to find our lockers.” James said, before the small woman nodded and took his paper. She let out a laugh as she looked over his paper.
“ Here’s a little tip. The letter is the building you’re in. The first number next to that letter, is the floor your on.” She said, smiling to them. James felt his eyes widen as he let out a nervous chuckle.
“ That explains so much. Thank you for your help.” Erik said. The small woman nodded smiling at them.
“ My name is Mrs. Wilson if you boys ever need anything. My room is right there so don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” She said smiling, before turning on her heel to leave.
“ So what I got from that” Started Sam, “ Was we’re on the wrong floor.” He said, crossing his arms. James let out a sigh before nodding.
“ Yes Sam, we are on the wrong floor.” James confirmed, before they all began to walk back to the staircase they had came from, getting ready to go look for they’re lockers.
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“ How the fuck do I open this?” Sam asked, as James was helping Damien open his locker.
“ Sam I told you-“ James began before Sam let out an aggravated huff.
“ I know I know.” He said, before trying it again.
“ Matthew what’s your locker number?” Erik asked, as he finished setting up his locker.
“ A453.” Matthew said, pointing to the locker next to James’s locker.
“Sam let me see your combination.” James said. Sam handed the paper yo James, before looking back at the locker.
“ What?” Sam asked.
“ Sam this isn’t your locker.” James said, before pointing to the locker next to the one Sam had been trying. “ This is your locker.”
Matthew snickered as Damien gave Sam a pat on the back. This was definitely going to be something.
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Taichi calls Incubus Takaaki his husband and Takaaki gets all flustered. As someone who usually doesn't and shouldn't get attached to someone, he gets so lovestruck. Like, he loves this man more than just for his body, he loves Taichi with everything he has. And Taichi is the first human to show actual love to him.
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WinterFalcon Bingo Round Two 2022-2023 Masterpost
Here is my masterpost for my fills for the WinterFalcon Bingo Round 2 2022-2023 hosted by @winterfalconevents. I have no clue how I did so many yet didn't make a bingo 😂 My fills are:
Midnight Lover (E, 3.7K, Vampire AU) - Sam Wilson has a lover. Someone he only sees at night. Sam knows can't possibly last. But Sam keeps seeing Bucky Barnes, nonetheless.
Before You Go (M, 1.6K, There Was Only One Bed) - On a dark and stormy night while Sam's house sitting Sarah's place in Delacroix, he hears a knock at the door...
my mind has changed my body’s frame (but, god, I like it) (E, 9.1K, Free Space) - Sam Wilson finds his soulmate in a hole-in-the-wall bar. Things escalate from there.
Impractical Magic (M, 10.7K, Spell Gone Wrong) - Sam's family is beloved by their town, charmed with all sorts of gifts. However, like everyone in his family, all of Sam's lovers are cursed with bad luck.
A Feast of a Man (M, 4.2K, Deal with the Devil) - Sam Wilson is an incubus. He's also asexual. It's... a little complicated, but not as complicated as you'd think. It gets a little more complicated when he meets Sarah's new neighbor, Bucky Barnes.
come along now (run away) (M, 10.7K, Growth) - When Sam Wilson was twelve years old, Sam met Bucky while Bucky was looking for a friend in the woods. Ever since then, he's been meeting the mysterious boy every Halloween night.
Five Times Bucky Got Dirty... ...And the One Time Bucky Got Sam Dirty (M, E, 6K, Don't You Dare, Didn't Know They Were Dating) - Five times Bucky gets dirty around Sam. The one time Bucky got Sam dirty.
Playing with Fire (M, 17.5K, Post-Blip, Gay Chicken, Fake Marriage) - A year after events of The Falcon Captain America and the Winter Soldier, Sam and Bucky go on an undercover mission and end up playing gay chicken while pretending to be a married couple.
For the Holidays (M, 25.6K, Blind Date, Wrong Number, Bad Pickup Lines) - After Sam is dumped by his girlfriend, Bucky suggests he pretends to be Sam's boyfriend while Sam's visiting his family for the holidays.
You'll Never Be My Maybe + You're My Always (M, E, 19.4K, Secret Relationship, First Time) - Is Sam Wilson dating Bucky Barnes?
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Hey any smto followers still active? I got back into smto recently (by ash and I forcing jack to play smto-) and so I’ve been drawing them again and redesigning my old O L D smto ocs- so if any old followers are still active I guess look out for that-
to my new followers: if you aren’t interested it’s okay you can skip it I don’t mind-
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1/29/23
memes of the bois
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MURDRTOBR !
thirty one nights of classic, horny, fun.
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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 FORMIDABLE COOL. ETHAN LANDRY OCT 01
an exclusive with the infamous ghostface killer from the recent 6th installment
manipulation, p in v, choking/breath play, mean!ethan, ghostface!ethan
other articles include ...
INTERVIEW 001 - ,, mean!hobie brown + degradation. OCT 03
INTERVIEW 002 - ,, sub!stiles stilinski + thigh riding. OCT 05
INTERVIEW 003 - ,, ethan landry + period sex. OCT 07
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 SAW YOUR END. VOID STILES STILINSKI OCT 11
in a shocking interview, you reveal your attraction towards the nogitsune, despite all of the havoc he has inflicted on your loved ones. including the owner of the body he possesses.
fem!reader, void stiles, slight dubcon, manipulation, impact play, forced impregnation, snowballing, choking
other articles include ...
INTERVIEW 004 - ,, theo raeken + manipulation OCT 8
INTERVIEW 005 - ,, mean!rafe cameron + degradation OCT 10
INTERVIEW 006 - ,, officer! miguel o'hara + playing dangerous OCT 12
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 YOUR HAZE. VOID STILES STILINSKI OCT 17
this week we sit down with you and are blessed with the revelation that stiles stilinski really likes your fangs and craving for human blood.
vampire!fem!reader, void stiles, heavy manipulation, oral sex (f receiving)
other articles include ...
INTERVIEW 007 - ,, ethan landry + suffocation + oral OCT 15
INTERVIEW 008 - ,, eddie munson + non con voyeurism OCT 16
INTERVIEW 009 - ,, rafe cameron/sarah cameron + stepcest OCT 18
INTERVIEW 010 - ,, ghostface! jj maybank/rafe cameron + dubcon OCT 21
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE. MIGUEL O'HARA OCT 25
in this tell all, miguel o’hara details the time he got with you. well not you you, but the you in another universe. the faces are the same, so he wonders: what else is the same?
fem!reader, dubcon + cnc, size kink, dacryphilia, oral sex (f receiving), p n v
INTERVIEW 011 - ,, robin buckley + voice kink OCT 24
INTERVIEW 012 - ,, theo raeken/stiles stilinski + voyeurism OCT 26
INTERVIEW 013 - ,, finnick odair + filming OCT 28
INTERVIEW 014 - ,, mike schmidt + filming OCT 29
INTERVIEW 015 - ,, stepsis!hazel callahan + filming + blackmail OCT 30
INTERVIEW 016 - ,, hazel callahan + corruption OCT 31
rules.
respect the authors wishes; do not request any kinks not on the list; if unsure about anything, contact me! most if not all works are dark content. minors pls dni !
characters.
Chad Meeks Martin, Charlie Walker, Corey Cunningham, Dave Lizewski, Eddie Munson, Ethan Landry, Finnick Odair, Hobie Brown, Hazel Callahan, Harry James Potter, Jackson Whittemore, Jake Seresin/Hangman, Jake Sully, JJ Maybank, Miguel O’Hara, Mike Schmidt, Namor, Peter B. Parker, Peter Parker (all), Peter Quill, Quinn Bailey, Rafe Cameron, Robin Buckley, Rodrick Heffley, Sam Carpenter, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Steve Harrington, Steven Grant, Tara Carpenter, Theo Raeken
kinks.
Age gap/age difference, Blood Play, Bukkake, Car sex, Cock ring, Cuckold, Double Penetration, Exhibitionism, Femdom, Filming, Groupsex/Gangbang, Hate Fucking, Heat, Knife play/danger kink, Mommy kink, Monster fucking (vampires, werewolves, incubus/succubus), Mutual Masturbation, Pegging, Piss/Bladder control, Public sex, Sex Pollen, Size difference, Somnophilia, Stepcest, Voyeurism
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Gosh, a blog with headcannons about "Seduce Me."..Am I in heaven? How about something that can easily get boys fired up? It's even possible that the MC may not be aware of while doing this "something"~~
Thank in advance for your answer. You're amazing,sweety!
yes seduce me GALORE!!
also thank you, you guys are so amazing!!! much love <33
⚠️slight nsfw
James: Bending over to pick something up. Watching you from afar and seeing you bend down does wonders for him. His mind starts to wander off and he can’t help thinking about you bending down for something else.
Erik: Seeing your shirt slightly lift up while you stretch. He’ll suddenly go quiet and just watch you stretch, seeing your stomach slightly show. He’ll bite his lip and make a teasing comment towards you. It’s a simple gesture but it can easily get him in the mood.
Sam: Making any whimpering noise. All he can focus on is you making the noise while you’re slightly frustrated at something. Although he wants to help you relax, another part of him wants to do more than just that to you.
Matthew: Sitting on his lap. When you randomly come up to him and sit on his lap, his mind goes completely blank and all he can think about is you. He might start giggling a bit and be kind of still, but that’s because you’ve caught him off gaurd and made him a little excited.
Damien: Licking your lips. Although it may just be a habit of yours, he can’t help but just watch the way your tongue glides over your lips. Damien might not make a verbal comment, but he’s definitely thinking about it. He can’t help but think about other things that tongue of yours can do.
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my april role reversal predictions / wishes :
wolf sam and vampire darlin (specifically a biting audio???!!!!)
sub davey heeeeheeeee
dom laskoooooo
a damn audio where everyone’s powers / personalities are mixed up (a shy flustered gavin pls .. pls) (….incubus huxley..)
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heartless pt. 2
Incubus!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy au)
Read Part 1 here
Run-through: Introducing your demon boyfriend to your magical community went well. Starting a family with him was even better than you could ever ask for.
Themes: domestic!incubus!bucky, fluff, pregnant!reader, smut, size difference, protective!bucky, HEA, breeding kink, he has wings and a tail,
“Bucky?”
You called out and waited. He was still getting used to his new name so sometimes it took him a while before he replied.
A few moments went by and then he shouted from downstairs, “Yes?”
You smiled and shouted back, “Can you come here please?”
Then as usual, he showed up before you could even blink. As if he stepped out of thin air. “Are you alright, little one? What is it?” He crouched beside the bed, worried as he looked down at you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, reaching out to touch your cheek.
You almost purred at his touch, squirming just a little under the sheets. It was way too early to wake up but surprisingly, Bucky was always up before sunrise. “Yeah,” You said, “You.”
He chuckled. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”
You smiled then lifted the blanket off of the bed, inviting him in, “Come here, it’s so warm in here.” You said.
He sighed before sliding under the covers with you, “How will I ever get any work done if you keep acting like this, huh?” He chided playfully as his broad body settled beside you. You snuggled up to his side immediately, placing your head on his chest.
He could feel the slight bump pressing against his hip and his tail immediately wrapped around your thigh. He smiled and placed his warm hand on it. You placed your hand on top of his and sighed in bliss. Bucky placed a kiss on the top of your head.
Life had been better than ever lately. You and the baby were doing fine and your bump had begun showing now. Bucky had settled in nicely here. At first, he was anxious to go out and meet your friends but it all went so smoothly. People were warm and welcoming to him as they were to you. He even impressed all of them with his strength and speed.
Bucky had even made friends of his own rather quickly - Sam, the dragon shifter and Steve, the gargoyle. The three often hung out all the time and they flew together as they initially bonded over their love for flying.
You were so grateful for everything you had right now. Your little family, your shop where Bucky helped out a lot, the happy future you were going to have together. But mostly, you were grateful for the way Bucky had a chance at a new life here. Thanks to his powers, he was rather well-known and helped around a lot. People grew to adore him quickly. Yes, he also often offered to deliver stuff to the dragon people up on the mountains since he did it faster, but you also knew that he did all that just so he could hang out with Sam more.
On days when he wasn’t needed to be a hero and help people move stuff or deliver things, he was the most perfect stay-at-home partner. He’d walk with you to your shop and help you set up for the day before going back home. You taught him how to bake and often when you’d come home you’d find the house smelling of fresh baked goods.
Bucky was also so, so caring. A complete mother hen at times. He was protective, especially when you began showing. He was always holding your hand, helping you around the house, doing chores, and all. He also only hung out with his friends after making sure you were fed and comfortable, either in bed or sitting by the window with a good book. He was so perfect. Life with him was perfect.
“What are you thinking about, little witch?” He asked, lips brushing against your forehead.
You snuggled closer and answered, “About how much I love you.” You could’ve sworn you felt the way his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and only reminded you of how much you loved the way he was bigger than you were, it made him the most amazing cuddle buddy.
“I love you too, little one.” His voice deepened and you just knew what that meant…
Just moments later, you were pinned to the bed. Wrists trapped in his fist above your head, your legs spread open as he settled in between them and fucked you slowly, passionately while holding your stare. Somehow this soft lovemaking made you lose your mind even more than rough sex did.
The slow and steady slide of him as he moved in and out of you. The way he held your stare, as if waiting or searching for a sign which would tell him you’re in pain or uncomfortable, the way he kissed and caressed each and every inch of you.
Bucky, you had noticed, was always soft with you these days. Especially since your bump began showing. Like he was being extra careful with how he handled your body. Even now as he leaned down to kiss you while he fucked you slowly, he was careful not to press against your belly too much.
“I love you so much,” He murmured into the kiss as his hand slid in between your bodies so he could caress your bump, your thighs, your legs before moving back up to toy with your clit, making your cry out in pleasure.
“Bucky, please…” You moaned, biting down on his soft lip as he sped up.
“I know,” he cooed, “I know, my love,” He whispered against your mouth and made you come in no time.
—
As you reached your due date, Bucky was losing his mind more than you were. He insisted that you stayed at home and that he would manage your shop. Your bump was the biggest it had ever been and needless to say, Bucky was obsessed with it.
You’d often wake up in the middle of the night and find him caressing it, talking to it, kissing it. Often, you’d just fall right back to sleep with his soft voice as a lullaby. But other times, you’d push him onto his back and ride him until the sun rose.
—
The day that changed Bucky’s life forever started out just like any other. He helped you get dressed since it was getting harder for you to do most things with that bump. Then he made sure you were nice and comfy in bed before he left to attend to your shop. And then a whole day went by and something just felt different as he flew home. Like a pinch inside his chest, nothing bad, just different.
When he entered your home, he couldn’t tell what it was that changed but something surely did. The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t in your usual spot by the window in that beloved chair of yours. You weren’t baking either. Your workshop door was shut so that meant that you weren’t in there.
His heart began racing as he went up the stairs as quickly as he could. Please, please, please be okay, please…
He barged into your shared bedroom and his heart dropped. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cradling a bundle in your arms. When you lifted your head up and smiled at him, he almost teared up.
“What…” He could barely talk. Frozen in place, heart racing still.
“Hi.” You said, looking like you’d been crying. “She came early.” You said, looking down at your daughter.
Bucky was still frozen, “But how did you…”
“Magic. One of the perks of being a witch, you see. It didn’t hurt. It was messy though, but magic helped with that too.” You chuckled, standing up. Bucky moved immediately then. He was right next to you in the blink of an eye, his arm around you.
“I should’ve been here. I shouldn’t have left this morning, I should’ve-,”
“Oh Buck,” You cut his rambling off with a smile and said, “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know she’d be here today. It’s alright, I wasn’t in pain.” You assured him. “Now come on, hold your daughter.” You handed the bundle over to him.
Bucky held her carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, just staring at the little face which stared back at him quietly. She had your hair and your skin but her eyes, they were her father’s eyes. “So beautiful,” Bucky murmured.
You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself. Watching Bucky just hold your daughter was something you’d never forget. But then he looked up at you, looking all sad and miserable.
“I should’ve been here.” He said again.
You leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll be here for the next one.”
“Next one?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.
You nodded. “Well, you didn’t think we’d have just one, did you?” You caressed his face, stroking his cheek.
—
Watching Bucky bond with your daughter was simply the best thing in the world. Ever since she learnt how to crawl, she’d follow her father around the house. Bucky was too nervous to take her flying yet but he’d often take her for walks when you were busy with your shop.
And on days when you took her on walks, she would let out the loudest of giggles when you pointed at Bucky soaring in the sky above you. And the funniest part was watching her get all wide-eyed when looking at bats flying, thinking they were her father too.
Bucky was butthurt when your daughter’s first words were ‘mama’. But he then spent weeks trying to get her to say ‘daddy’ instead and the day she did, he was the happiest male ever.
Although he wasn’t the happiest when your daughter began teething because she made it her life’s mission to bite her father’s wings whenever she could. Or the one time your daughter somehow found an injured bat in the yard and brought it in, all teary eyed and held it up to you and said, “Daddy.”
You burst out laughing while Bucky stood there frowning. He picked up your daughter while you healed the bat’s broken wing, and told her, “That thing does not look like daddy. No. Daddy is big and strong. Daddy does not look like that. Daddy has mighty wings.”
But your little one just pouted, tears filling her eyes again as she said, “Daddy,” while pointed at the poor bat.
—
By the time your little one turned three, you were already expecting a second one. And Bucky was beyond happy.
And during your first few months of pregnancy, you found yourself needing Bucky way more than usual. It didn’t matter if it was barely dawn or in the middle of the afternoon.
And one such afternoon, Bucky came home looking extra good. Hair all messed up, sweaty and weaning nothing but dark pants. Wings all flared behind him, probably to cool them down. He stepped into the house panting slightly. Lately he and Sam had been helping their other friend, Steve, build his cabin by the lake.
“There you are,” You said, walking over to him, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” You purposely traced your finger down the edge of his wing and he almost moaned at the sensation. Wings were extremely sensitive.
He smirked, shutting the door behind him. He could already tell where this was going. “How have you been all day?” He asked, kissing your cheek before placing a hand on your slight bump. “Where’s the little demon?”
You chuckled, “She’s at the neighbours’,” You answered, “You know how much she loves playing with the kids.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed Bucky’s jaw, “And I have been here all alone all day.”
Bucky’s body leaned into you slightly, his tail sliding under your robe and wrapping around your thigh. “Oh?” He cooed, “How terrible.” He played along, picking you up - still surprising you with his strength even now - and walking up the stairs. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should drop everything and just be at home at all times, catering to your needs.” He teased, making you chuckle. “Fulfilling each one of your fantasies and keeping you satiated at all times, shouldn’t I?”
He placed you down in your bed and hovered above you. His pretty eyes stared into yours, his body pressing deliciously against yours. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Bucky, please. I need you.” You murmured, your fingers already undoing his pants.
Bucky chuckled and kissed you deeply, before kissing down your neck. He also untied your robe, opening the dark fabric so he could look at your bare body. And it took his breath away each time.
You could’ve sworn he growled as he lowered his mouth to your breasts, his tail wrapping and squeezing the other one. “You’re all mine.” He mumbled as he continued kissing down your body. Further down, he leaned spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees, settling in between them while looking up at you with nothing but adoration and hunger in his eyes.
“All yours.” You whispered, watching his mouth get closer to your wetness. Your bump hid part of his face but you felt him kissing your bump before bringing his mouth down to where you’d been craving him all day. You squirmed in bed and moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit.
“Fuck,” He swore, “You taste incredible.”
Your hand immediately flew to his already messy, damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. As though your senses were heightened, you felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you.
“Oh, I’ve missed you all day,” You whined and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you even more as he pulled you closer to his mouth, pressing his face into you, eating you out until you were nothing but a squirming, moaning mess under him.
With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan even louder.
Almost dizzy with pleasure, you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially around your bump, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones.
“You are so beautiful like this, all needy and naked beneath me. With your legs spread, just waiting for your man to fuck you,” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes and knowing damn well what his words did to you. With his body hovering above yours he leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Absolutely loving the way you squirmed under him. “Looking at you. You must’ve been all wet all day, just thinking about me, hmm? I bet your pretty fingers did a terrible job at satisfying you, didn’t they? My poor, little witch.”
“Oh damn you.” You whined, making him chuckle.
He leaned in for a kiss again as he carefully slid into you, filling you up nicely. He knew he had to be just a little more careful and gentle than usual. Because as much as he was dying to fuck you like an animal, he didn’t want to hurt you.
You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, all nice and snug inside you. You reminded him a lot of a kitten basking in sunlight and he couldn’t help but push deeper inside you. Wanting to hear more of your whining and moaning.
He laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.
His large wings flared even wider behind him, casting a shadow over the both of you. And there, in the cocoon of shadow and darkness, nothing existed but the two of you. His strong body moved as carefully as he could against you. His movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan.
“I love you,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I love all of you,” He said, watching you gasp and moan for him. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, rocking in and out of you as he felt you clench around him. “Now come for me.” He whispered, kissing your face.
You couldn’t help but come right there and then. The tenderness, the loving way in which he held you, you couldn’t help but come undone with a breathy moan. Bucky came right after you, gasping and grunting against your open mouth.
“I love you so much,” You whispered, snuggling into him as he finally laid down next to you.
He kissed your temple and said, “I love you more. Now what do you say we take a bath together, then we go get our daughter. I’m sure the little demon is making the neighbours lose their minds.”
You laughed together at the thought of it.
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This time, as the due date was close, Bucky was prepared. He’d spent the entire week with you leading up to the big day. Steve was the one handling your shop at the time being and he had a long, long list of instructions to get him by. Besides, you and Bucky both knew that the major reason why he offered to help with the shop was because the grumpy gargoyle had his eyes on a pretty mermaid who often visited your shop whenever she was on land. But either way, his help was very much welcomed.
On the day you had your second daughter, Bucky was the most supportive partner one could ask for. He held your hand through it all, even if your magic took away most of the pain and even if your magic cleaned up every mess. He was there with you.
And once he held the new baby in his arms, he teared up just like he did the first time.
—
Watching both your daughters grow up was pure bliss. Being parents to two kids was different but you and Bucky handled it together and you were happier than ever. You eventually had to rebuild your house in order to accommodate new members, but also so that it was easier for Bucky to move around - given his size.
Soon, you had an entirely new home that you spent days decorating and turning it into the cosiest home ever. You also ended up having a much larger workshop because your daughters needed their space too.
Your eldest daughter was naturally drawn to animals and nature, so you’d tell her little things that your mother taught you every day. Teach her about important plants and animals and she’d listen carefully and you just knew that she’d grow up to be even better than you were one day. You’ll never forget the day she casted her first spell perfectly. Both you and Bucky had shed a tear or two while watching her.
“She’s a natural,” You’d whispered to Bucky as you both watched your daughter heal an injured squirrel.
He kissed the top of your head and said, “Of course she is, her mother is the greatest witch I’ve ever known.”
As your kids grew older, they’d often run off to play with your friends’ kids. And often you and Bucky would find yourselves alone at home. Though you did fuck. A lot. You also spent time doing the most mundane things like baking, or teaching him how to make basic potions or jewellery.
That was his favourite thing, playing with crystals and making the most random stuff. Once he’d made you the ugliest bracelet you had ever seen but you didn’t tell him that and still wore it every single day only because he had spent about four hours on it and was very, very proud of it.
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You and Bucky would often walk around the woods. When the girls came with you, they’d play around gathering random flowers and putting them in their father’s hair while you collected important things you needed for your potions and stuff.
One day, you left for the woods early. The sun was about to rise and it was your favourite time of the day. The woods were foggy, lush and green. The mist was still clinging to every leaf, the animals still asleep.
You began filling your basket with the regular stuff. Berries, herbs, necessary flowers, etc. But then you heard twigs snapping somewhere behind you. You smiled as you turned around and faced nothing but the still fog.
“I know it’s you, Buck.” You said, then got back to collecting your things.
Silence. And then a hand reached out and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you against a tall, muscular body. You smiled up at him. “Well, well. What do we have here? A witch all alone in the dark woods.” He teased, nuzzling your neck, tickling you until you laughed and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t you know big, bad demons roam these woods? Don’t you know they like playing with pretty little witches?”
You bit him on the cheek and then pulled away once you caught him off guard, and ran away laughing. “We can play, demon.” You called out, knowing the woods would absorb most of your voice, “But only if you catch me!”
The fog helped in keeping you hidden as you ran as far away from him as possible, hiding behind trees, trying to contain your laughter. You could hear him growling and hissing behind you.
“I had to tiptoe out of the house so I don’t wake the girls up, and now you’re gonna make me chase you? Huh?” He groaned, sounding miserable. “You’re gonna make me work for it?” But you could hear it in his voice that despite the fog, he was trying to find you.
You chuckled to yourself as you hid behind a tree. But it took him no less than a minute to find you.
“There you are!” He chuckled. “Can’t hide from me, witch,” He pressed your back against the tree and leaned in for a messy, heated kiss. And a few moments later, he was sliding inside of you. Holding you up while fucking into you hard and fast.
You didn’t know what had gotten into him but fuck were you grateful for it. He kissed you, bruising your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. His cock sliding in and out, stretching you as he went. His tall, strong body holding you up and spreading your legs further like you were nothing but just his to fuck.
He murmured against your lips, “Have you been taking your potion?” He asked, referring to the contraceptive one.
You smirked against his parted lips and said, “No,” then let out a moan as he sped up immediately. “Oh, Buck…” You whined and gasped and moaned as he pounded into you. The bark of the tree pressing into your back hurt but you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to ever stop.
He kissed down your chin, biting on your neck. “Does that mean I can fill you up again, little witch? Hmm? Are you gonna carry my child again, my love?” He asked, whispering against your skin as he made you lose your mind.
“Yes,” You cried out. “Yes I will.” You pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but profound love in his eyes.
“I love you,” He murmured before spilling inside you with a loud grunt which had you coming undone right after him.
And then nine months later, you had twin girls.
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Your family grew, and you often shed happy tears as you watched your girls grow each day. Bucky was the best father they could ask for. He was patient, and kind and mischievous when he wanted to be. And he was the best partner ever.
One time you found him standing in the backyard, watching your daughters as they chased after birds and butterflies near the creak. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there. Thinking probably.
So you went up to him, hugged him from behind and asked, “What is it?”
He sighed. A happy, content sigh. Then pulled you into his arms properly and said, “I can’t believe this is my life. And I get to live it with you.”
You smiled up at him. “Likewise.”
He smirked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are we done having kids?”
You laughed. “I don’t know. We’ll see, I suppose.” You looked back at your daughters. Their giggles and laughter and squeals of happiness was the best sound in the world. “I think I want one more.”
Bucky laughed, loudly. “I better get started on building us an even bigger house then.”
You chuckled, “And I can’t wait to watch you build.” You winked, “You know you look good when you lift heavy stuff, all muscly and sweaty.”
He laughed even louder, leaning down to kiss you and you thought, you couldn’t wait to spend every day for centuries upon centuries by his side.
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a/n: read about steve and his mermaid gf here
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Porter HEADCANNONS (because I fucking forgot about him)
-He loves baths, he has so many bath bombs and bubble soaps
-back when he was alive, he loved bats but he kinda stop after his turning
-After the first time him and Treasure did it, he didn’t sleep afterwards so he could look at them
-He also couldn’t stand the smell or taste of blood when he turned like William
-His mother is from the same town in France as Will
-as a kid he used to have a plush bat, that’s why they were his favorite
-he’s heavily allergic to garlic, Treasure makes fun of this all the time
-he loved DnD, the amount of dice he owned is scary but he sold most of them (Vincent used to make fun of him for it, Vincent now plays it thanks to Lovely)
-He’s a huge fucking simp. HUGE
-Porter, the touch starved dork he is, leans into hugs, his favorite people to hug are Sam and Treasure
-He sees Sam as a shoulder to cry on a lot (he doesn’t actually cry just complains)
-He loves to flirt with the Shaw pack, anyone there, he has tried to get David’s number before and failed. But he does have Ash’s
-More then one person has thought he was an incubus
-He does not like the way he looks, too tall and too skinny (he’s fucking gorgeous)
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Hm.
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A Feast of a Man
Hey, people! This is my fifth fill for @sambuckyhalloweenbingo2022 for the prompt "Free Space". This will be for my @winterfalconweek WinterFalcon Bingo Round 2 Card for the fill U1 "Deal with the Devil" as well, or rather for "Contract with an Incubus". Please enjoy my ace incubus!Sam fic! 🥰
A Feast of a Man
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rating: M | WC: 4.2K|
Summary: Sam Wilson is an incubus. He's also asexual. It's... a little complicated, but not as complicated as you'd think. It gets a little more complicated when he meets Sarah's new neighbor, Bucky Barnes.
Excerpt:
“His name’s Sam!” yelled Sarah from her porch.
Sam realized Bucky or Chucky had taken his hand and they’d just been… holding hands like that. Sam stood up, pulling the man up with him.
“Bucky!” blurted the man, “I’m Bucky. Would you – do you have any time to um. Do you like restaurants?”
Bucky winced at the sentence.
Sam smiled.
“Do I like restaurants?” asked Sam, amused.
“Or. Um. Food at home? Though, that’s kind of creepy for a first date,” mumbled Bucky before he got lost in Sam’s eyes again.
Sam almost said yes. Without a thought. Which was horrifying. Some adrenaline junkie side of Sam wanted to say yes even more because of the stakes of it. But Bucky was Sarah’s neighbor. And things could get messy if Bucky reacted poorly to the fact that Sam was ace. He wasn’t going to do that to Sarah.
“Ask me again another time,” Sam said despite himself, as he let go of Bucky’s hand and continued to his truck.
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Been thinking about my experiences as a POC within fandom while also being an artist and how much that sucks sometimes. This is primarily in regards to the Redacted fandom, but could be applied to any other fandom honestly.
Proper "fussing" under the cut (for those who would rather not see):
Sometimes, I really stop and think about what it must be like to be a white person in fandom, especially when you're an artist. To see yourself reflected in the spaces you exist in all the time. There are some exceptions to this, of course. For example, lack of body diversity is just as much of a problem in my opinion (Like fat people exist. Disabled people exist. Fat, disabled people exist. You can draw them, y'know? /rhet) But generally speaking, it's not difficult to find designs that probably look like you. There will be blondes, brunettes, redheads even— It's everywhere you look.
I don't think most people realize how isolating that ends up feeling though.
Because it's not just the fact that most of the art/designs you'll stumble upon won't resemble you. It's the fact that the prevalence dictates how everyone else interacts with fandom too.
Do you know how much it sucks seeing a post saying "So we all agree that Asher's blonde, right?" and knowing that most people are thinking of a white guy and nothing else?
Or noticing how Alexis, a generally "hated" character in the fandom, is the only vampire most people are willing to make visibly brown?
How about the fact that Gavin, the "thrilling" and "sexy" incubus, has so many black and brown designs— But I can count the non-white Lasko designs I've come across on my hand?
People can do whatever they want. I've said it before, and I'll continue to repeat it when I make these rambles. If you want to make every single design you have varying shades of white and never stray from that, that's your prerogative. But for the love of god, I wish I didn't feel like I was fucking crazy for talking about how much that shit sucks to see as a person of color.
On top of that, do you know how frustrating it is to watch white artists get praised for generic diversity when POC artists have been consistently bringing forth such compelling, stunning designs to table? Like I see the kind of shit that gets praised in this fandom and what doesn't. Racial ambiguity or the slightest addition of a curl gets treated like it's revolutionary— And that's only if it's the "correct" character. It has to "make sense", right? The same way Sam has to have sun-kissed, golden skin even after he's been turned, or the way Guy has to be white because there's no way someone with that personality could be anything but.
Do you know what it's like to be filled with such a sense of joy because someone made a design where a character had your skin tone or hair texture or facial feature? Like, I genuinely have a strong reaction whenever I find a black or brown design in this fandom because they're so rare in comparison to everything else. And when I really stop to think about that, I realize how fucked up of a phenomenon that is.
I love the designs that I've made, but I've also noticed which ones "do better" comparably. I don't change much of anything with how I go about posting or promoting them. The only difference is that some of them fit what is considered widely "canon" in fandom. And the others... don't. I go out of my way to make every design POC in some regard, and you can usually tell visually even without the addition of colors. I'm not gonna stop doing that because I know why I started in the first place. But fuck, it does start to hurt seeing white artists with the same general white designs get hyped up endlessly while I internally debate if I should even make another character look like me or not. If it'll even matter to anyone but me.
Some days, I just really wish it didn't feel like shit being black in this fandom. I hate knowing that I'm gonna post this, and I'll probably get responses for other people of color primarily.
But maybe putting this out will help that pill get easier to swallow.
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