#small drabble

the broom within your hands stills its sweeping movements. Sheepishly turning your head slightly, the sight of a familiar maw etched on a well-defined torso meets your eyes first- expressing its displeasure at your current activity by forming a slight frown, the lips of his stomach’s mouth curved downwards. Then, tilting your head further back, you see the clear displeasure written on the owner of the maw’s face.

Two pairs of eyes are directed to the prominent (and extremely heavy) swell on your stomach, eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. His upper pair of arms are crossed, lower limbs propped on his hips. A low mutter of a growl is heard escaping from his throat, further emphasising the offence you have just committed by merely standing on your feet.

“…Good morning, my lord.” You feign innocence by proceeding to continue sweeping the temples floor.

…

“Give.” Sukuna grumbles whilst snatching the broom from your hands when you try to resume your languid action. Resting the broom upon one of the many pillars of the temple, one of the pair of arms come to hoist you up so easily, his calloused and roughened hands dangerously careful around the swell.

You’re about to express your complaints, only to be silenced when he shoots you with an even more grumpier look then before.

“..I did not do anything wrong-”

“You dare defy my commands? My word is law in this temple.”

“My lord, I have swept the floor for only two minutes.”

“Woman. You will bear my offspring soon. If I see you on your feet again I will chain you to the bed.”

HUGO WANTS TO STUFF U FULL..! cw: nsfw & breeding

୨ৎ wc; 324

Hugo was huge, really really huge. Not just in height, but his build in general, his broad shoulders, his biceps, his thighs, he’s too much for you to handle, too heavy.

And you were feeling all of that weight in your pussy. Hugo had you in a mating press, he’s been going on about wanting to stuff you full of his cum, over and over again, until it takes.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

yes, it was painfully obvious that your boyfriend, hugo, was huge. it wasn’t just his height that made him stand out, but the sheer size of his build. his broad shoulders, thick arms, and solid frame made it impossible to ignore just how much bigger he was compared to most people around him.

every part of him carried that strong, bulky physique, from the way his muscles stretched beneath his clothes to the natural heaviness of his body whenever he was close to you. there was no denying it—hugo was built like a wall, and honestly, who were you to complain?

not when you was put into a headlock with his thick arms.

and you loved every second of being manhandled. it wasn't just that he was big—it was that he knew exactly how to use that size to completely overwhelm you.

with his massive forearm locked securely against your throat, your head was tipped back, leaving your mouth open and your eyes rolling. you were trapped, effectively pinned between his insanely thick thighs and the mattress, completely at his mercy.

the pressure on your throat was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control. your breath came out in shallow little hitches, your pulse hammering against his forearm. he could feel every beat, every desperate flutter of your heart beneath his skin.

and he loved it.

his hips kept that relentless, heavy rhythm, each thrust sinking impossibly deep.

"fuck..." the word escaped him, guttural and raw, echoing off the headboard he was currently destroying. the metal creaked with every shove of his hips. he looked down at you—this pretty little thing beneath him, neck flushed red from his grip, thighs pinned wide open, barely able to breathe let alone speak. the contrast was almost comical.

you whimpered, and it snapped something in him. his forearm tightened just slightly against your throat as his grip on your waist crushed into the soft flesh. "can't even form words right now, can you?" he rasped, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. his voice was dark and satisfied. "good girl."

your brain turned to mush instantly. and that praise.. deep and rumbling against your ear, combined with the suffocating restriction of his arm around your throat had you floating. you couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take exactly what he was giving you.

"needy little thing," he mocked softly, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your racing pulse point. your back arched violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearm. he kept fucking you through it, hitting that spot with relentless, heavy precision that dragged your climax out endlessly.

his jaw clenched tightly, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he finally came undone. his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he filled you with his release. his fingers tightened around your throat, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you.

Headcanons of you and varka were a married couple

Razor and rosaria would have a tradition of joining you and varka for dinner every Friday, talking about how their weekend has been as well as updates.

Rosaria and razor sees you as a mother figure, despite Rosaria advance age she would still cares deeply about your opinion and judgement.

Varka and rosaria would not drink Infront you if you don't like alcohol, they would leave the house to go to angel share but never the house–because they know how upsetting it is for you.

Razor would accompany you in the markets as well as protecting you as a personal body guard sorta.

Near the door a portrait hangs proudly on the wall for people to see– of you, varka,rosaria and razor standing close together like a family potrait

Rosaria originally was distant of you when varka brought her home but now warms up to you as well as loving and appreciating you like a daughter towards it's mother.

You would hang rosaria and razor achievements on the wall proudly, as well as pictures of them filling the one empty house into a lively one.

this made me giggle and smile so hard hehehegdsgejdehv it makes me so happy knowing that people actually like what i write.

and ykw? imma use ur ask to post this small drabble. i wasn't gonna post it but seeing this motivated me so enjoy :)

also if you wanna send in any asks about hybrid!reader u are more than welcome to

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this had been your 4th incident.

it all happened so fast.

you were tasked to train some new rookies. you were helping them with their strength and showing them different attack methods.

everything was going well.

until something had set off your instincts while you were sparring with a particularly overconfident rookie.

you think you blacked out at some point because before you knew it, you were being dragged off the poor sap as he laid there, screaming and crying in pain.

simon stayed by your side while price made sure the injured rookie didn't bleed out as as everyone waited for the medics.

you vaguely remember simon trying to talk to you, maybe trying to get you to calm down or even reprimand you.

you don't remember a single word that came out of his mouth.

all you can remember is the looks on the other soldiers faces, those who had watched the violent attack from the sidelines.

the fear and disgust. the looks that reminded you that...you're not like them.

you're not human.

and you never will be. not truly.

no matter how good you are at your job.

no matter how many successful missions you have accomplished in the few months that you have been here.

no matter how 'human' you feel.

you were nothing more than just a wild animal to them.

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you later found out the rookie needed to be sent to a hospital off base and that it would take him weeks before he could come back.

if he could even come back.

price had been given a warning to never let another incident like this happen again and if he did...

"they're saying they will have to terminate them if this happens again." price scoffs at laswell. "this is bullshit and you know it, kate." laswell sighs tiredly. "john-"

"all these ingrate bastards have the audacity to provoke my soldier because they think it's funny only to end up crying like babies when they get a reaction." price paces around the room, running a hand over his hair. "we told that idiot to not get too cocky and just follow the damn training lesson!"

"john, i understand your frustration, i do!" she shouts back when he begins to raise his voice. "but i can't cover for them this time because they broke several of the soldiers bones and damn near tore through his chest!"

"so, what? my soldier is just supposed to let others harass them or else they'll be kicked off the team?" he scoffs once again.

laswell doesn't answer.

he stops his pacing once her silence finally hits him.

he turns to look at her only to see that she's avoiding his gaze.

"there's something you're not telling me." after a long pause she lets out a breathe she had been holding. "they didn't mean 'terminate' as in they'll just be fired from their job." price looks at laswell, confused. "what else could they have-"

"they meant terminate as in they will take your soldier away and put them down like they do with any other feral animal."

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there was supposed to be more but i didnt know how to continue it.

dw tho! there will be more! i just wanted to go into how random and erratic hybrid!readers instincts can be and how they feel compared to everyone else cause in my au, hybrids are not a common thing. like at all. so you can imagine how reader is dealing with that. :)

SYNOPSIS you loved being the center of attention and sitting at the top of the social hierarchy, so when the school’s drummer didn’t invite you to his party, you made it your mission to get revenge.

kim ryul x reader — regina x rodrick trope, enemies to lovers(?), toxic, yns lowk a bitch, some bullying, kissing, not really humour, smau+writing, all fiction!

→ this is for the anon who sent this, honestly i’m lowk not really proud of this, but oh well! not my best work but i hope you enjoy it? there’s not really any humor honestly😭😭

you reapplied your lip gloss while staring at your reflection in the tiny magnetic mirror hanging on your locker door. you smacked your lips together and wiped the extra product off with your finger.

next to you, taerin was dying of laughter over the posters you hung last week.

“you’re actually evil,” she snorted, shaking her head in amusement.

you grinned proudly. “it’s what he deserves”

before taerin could reply, she suddenly nudged your arm. “someone’s here for you, yn.”

you glanced up through the mirror.

ryul was standing behind you, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. his expression already looked irritated, which only made your smile widen.

slowly, you clicked the cap back onto your lip gloss and shut your locker.

“hi ryul,” you said sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes at him. “is something wrong?” he didn’t answer right away. his eyes dragged over you slowly before settling back on your face.

“yeah,” he finally said, voice flat. “there is.”

before you could even respond, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down the hallway, shoving open the door to an empty classroom.

“…what the hell is your problem?” ryul snapped, the classroom door slamming shut behind him. you shoved him back instantly. “don’t touch me.”

“then stop acting insane.”

you laughed loudly, looking him up and down. “oh my god, are you upset? did the little posters hurt your feelings?”

ryul pulled one out of his pocket, crumpled and ripped at the corners.

his jaw clenched. “you think this is funny?”

“yeah, a little.”

“you’re actually obsessed with me. is that why you were so mad i didn’t invite you to the party, mm?”

you scoffed. “please. if i was obsessed with you, i would’ve done more. besides who said i was upset? i don’t care about your stupid party.”

“this is exactly why i didn’t invite you. you’re annoying, obnoxious, and insanely self centered.”

that hit harder than you wanted it to. ryul noticed immediately too, which only made the smirk on his face much wider.

“what?” he said mockingly. “did i struck the princess nerve, does being left out hurt your feelings?”you crossed your arms tightly. “trust me, ryul, i’d rather die than spend a saturday watching you play drums with your stupid band.”

“and i’d rather die than have you start a fight because i kissed some girl.”

“she’s weird and ugly.”

“you don’t even know her! her names not even becky, just admit you’re jealous because you like me.”

you scoffed, “ i don’t.”

he stared at you for a second before laughing under his breath like you were unbelievable. “you’re a horrible liar.”

“and you’re annoying,” you rolled your eyes.

“why do you care so much?”

you opened your mouth, but nothing came out immediately, which was apparently answer enough for him.

ryul stepped closer, backing you against one of the desks.

“you know,” he said quietly, “you get really mean when you’re jealous.”

your face heated instantly, “i am not jealous.”

“right.” his eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second. “that’s why you spent all week stalking my party pictures.”

“taerin sent them to me.”

“then why do your lips get so pouty when you see me, hm?” he murmured, brushing your hair over your shoulder before grabbing your jaw. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly as he grinned.

you smacked his hand away and shoved him back hard enough to make him stumble half a step.

“move.”

instead, ryul grabbed your wrist before you could walk past him, yanking you right back against him.

“you’re seriously annoying,” he muttered.

“oh your one to talk—“

his lips crashed against yours before you could finish speaking. you hated how you could feel the smug grin on his face the entire time. hated the way his hand grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up as he kissed you harder just to get under your skin.

it was smug, like he already knew you were gonna kiss him back and the worst part was you did.

you grabbed his collar and pulled him towards you, if he was trying to get the last word, you weren’t about to let him. ryul’s hand slid to the back of your head, holding you there like he was just as stubborn, kissing you harder like the two of you were turning this into some kind of competition instead of an argument about a stupid party.

when you finally pulled away, both of you looked equally annoyed.

“i still don’t like you,” he said.

An old man yautja who doesn’t easily anger, despite you crashing his ship he only waved it off with a little, “as long as your okay dove”

An old man yautja who lays his big meaty head on your hand, his eyes closing for you, he was only vulnerable with you.

An old man yautja who signed his will so you got everything, his hand holding your own to his cheek.

An old man yautja who loves his kids and always makes time for each of them.

Just Steve holding a slight grudge against Nancy after she pretty much calls his love bullshit in the bathroom. He feels lead on, he’s slightly bitter but he knows how to be discreetly passive if he needs to be. But thing is he doesn’t have the energy in him to be passive. If this had been before the monsters, and someone who he thought was the love of his life did what Nancy did and proceeded to end up dating the guy who she said not to worry about within days after getting into a fight, he would have probably done something stupid. Probably would have ruined her locker with mean words or something like that.

He wasn’t sure what he would do, he was exhausted and couldn’t think of what used to come easy to him. Or maybe he’s grown to realize how immature that was, how it didn’t even seem all that fun to do to someone. Just thinking back to spray painting slut on the theater makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Once, he used to be the one to climb up there and spray something even worst. Now the thought made him want to throw up.

And maybe the grudge he is holding against Nancy isn’t really a grudge. Maybe he has matured to realized that the grudge he held was within himself for how fast he had fallen. For how stupid he was for thinking the girl would ever end up with him. He should have seen the signs. How she defended Jonathan even after he took non consensual photos of him and her about to have sex. Which he still felt disgusted by, his skin still crawled uncomfortably around the little creep whenever he was close by.

Though when the time comes, he realizes he was holding a grudge against Nancy. When he falls harder for someone new he realizes within minutes that something was different about this one. Instead of smacking him in the shoulder and scolding him for staring to long, Eddie would pull his hair in front of his face with bright eyes. Would do something dramatic to snap Steve out of the trance he was in. Like lick his face instead of kissing him.

That was the other thing Steve discovered. In the moments where it was just the two of them, it seemed like every other minute time would stop and Eddie would be in the same bubble as him. Lost in the same spell that Steve had tumbled into, needing to kiss the other just as much as they needed oxygen to breathe.

Nancy rarely had those moments with Steve, and they had stopped right around the time she started hanging out with Jonathan.

And Steve does hold a grudge, for how she stayed with him longer than what she had to.

Eddie made him feel in love and loved. Whenever Steve watched the other man he could barely keep his hands to himself and the best part was Eddie didn’t care. Steve could bite off Eddie’s remaining nipple and the man would still let Steve do whatever he wanted to him. Nancy never trusted Steve and never earned Steve’s trust the way Eddie did within one week of knowing each other.

Eddie was the moon and Nancy had been the sun for Steve. The sun burnt his skin and left him blistered while the moon wrapped his arms around him and rocked him to sleep every night. While Steve worried about when the sun would explode, he never had to worry about the moon disappearing for to long. It always came back, no matter what happened. Even if Steve had been an asshole.

God was Steve in love. This was it for him. And maybe at one point he had loved Nancy just as much as he did Eddie.

But now, as each day passes he only finds himself falling more in love with Eddie Munson.

He slowly comes to the conclusion that his love was and will never be bullshit.

And when he finally sits down to talk to Nancy about it, he finally gets it off his chest. What had been bugging him for almost years before falling for Eddie.

“Nancy, we were bullshit. But my love, it was all real. Maybe not as strong as it is for Ed’s but I know that if … everything wasn’t such bullshit I could have gotten there.” Steve says softly to Nancy. Shortly after she confessed she still had feelings for him. He seen this conversation coming from a mile away, especially with how many one sided sparks happened between the two of them while running for their life’s on spring break.

And as he stands up, leaving her in her own shock. Letting her process that he was with Eddie, a man. He can’t help but feel proud of himself.

He didn’t intentionally hold this grudge, but he felt as if he got back at her the healthiest way he could. By maturing and moving on. And looking down at Nancy, he could tell that she needed time to do the same. Not to be with another man or date in general, but to just grow as a person. But that was no longer his problem. His problem was currently running up the steps of the trailer with what seemed to be a moving snake.

“Hey Stevie! Look what I found.”