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Writing an smut Headcanon

Hey guys I am writing a smut headcanon for Kamala. Also please send me some requests. I know I’ve been lazy with posting imagines but at the same time I’ve been busy with work and just be too damn tired to do anything. But yeah I may post the headcanon later tonight or tomorrow morning. I think you guys will love it though. Just if anyone wants me to write something for Kamala just send it to my requests page that is linked on my master list.

I have 2 request actually the first one being being his wife and also a wrestler and we got out to a match with him and his opponent hurts us in some way the other one being we are his wife but it's a secret and we keep getting hurt by one of his friends and they tell him one night in the ring to do something to us and he refuses and kisses us making everyone know the truth

Ok sorry that I haven’t responded and right now I’m having writers block but I’m still do your requests.

Senate is gone which means we can’t get anything done anyways

honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister

Valentine’s Day

Happy late Valentine’s Day who all celebrated.

Request by anonymous

I woke up on Valentine's Day with a sense of tingling through my veins. As wrestler, I was used to adrenaline-fueled moments in the ring, but today promised a different kind of thrill. My husband, Bret, had hinted at a surprise that would set our hearts racing, and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

The day passed in a blur of anticipation, the hours ticking by slowly until it was finally time for Bret's grand reveal. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our home, I found myself standing in the living room, surrounded by candlelight and rose petals fluttering gently in the air.

Bret stood before me, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he beckoned me forward. The sultry strains of R&B music filled the room, adding to the intimate ambiance that enveloped us. My heart raced as I took in the sight before me, knowing that this Valentine's Day would be unlike any other.

Bret handed me a glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling my nose as I took a sip, savoring the taste of luxury on my lips. His eyes sparkled with desire and adoration, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. I knew then that this night held promises of passion and love that would ignite our souls.

As the evening unfolded, Bret revealed a feast fit for royalty, a symphony of flavors that tantalized my taste buds. The spicy dishes added an extra kick to the already charged atmosphere, fueling the flames of desire that burned between us.

In that moment, as I looked into Bret's eyes, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me. This Valentine's Day surprise was more than just a celebration; it was a testament to the depth of our love, a reminder of the fiery connection that bound us together. As we danced into the night, lost in each other's arms, I knew that this Valentine's Day would be etched in my memory forever.

“That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn't even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn't even an enemy you could put your finger on.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

I had to block so many Alicent stans bulldozing my posts lately but I need to vent. Yes, Alicent is a product of her father, yes her marriage to Viserys was traumatic, yes the way her council and her own son are treating her is awful.

Here's why I don't have a shred of empathy for her: she chose, actively, of her own volition, not manipulated by her father or husband, not pushed to it by whatever trauma, to slutshame Rhaenyra over and over, and chose, actively, to raise her sons to believe they are better than women simply because they're men. That is a choice. Don't tell me she was protecting her children because Rhaenyra would have killed them when she became queen. Rhaenyra said in front of all of ther father's council that she wanted her son and Alicent's daughter to marry. She wanted to bind both families even more. Kinslaying is a curse that Rhaenyra would have no reason to invoke if they hadn't stolen her crown. All those arguments of Rhaenyra hating her brothers stem from nothing. She literally ignored them 99% of the time, they're the ones who were obsessed with her and her kids because of Alicent's poison. Rhaenyra just saw her brothers as kids. If she hated them she wouldn't have let her sons near them. Alicent chose to torment Rhaenyra to the point where her sons only call their sister "the whore of Dragonstone" and that is not something that was imposed on her by a flawed system, that was a choice on her part.

She also chose to abuse Rhaenyra's sons for their birth. Bigotry against bastards still exists to this day. There are countries where bastards weren't allowed a last name until the last couple decades, that's how recent it is, GRRM didn't invent that. And that's just the legal repercussions, the social ones are worse. I don't take that hate lightly. Alicent chose to remind the whole of the Red Keep over and over to keep calling those children bastards. She made them feel unsafe in their own home. She chose to make her sons hate their nephews and torment them for being bastards. That was a choice that wasn't pushed on her, she did that all on her own.

I have been slutshamed and abused by women like Alicent my whole life. And guess what, the patriarchy those women suffered under? We're all suffering under it. Some of us chose not to take it out on other women. And some of us chose to pander to the man and uphold the patriarchy like it's their life's purpose. Is Alicent a complex nuanced character? I would argue yes actually. She was a victim of certain circumstances and guilty of others. She's quite realistic. She's every right wing woman I've ever met. And no I don't have empathy. She made her bed. She can die in it for all I care.

Also, I don't hate her anymore than I hate the rest of the greens. I'm just angrier at her because a man calling his ex a whore is like a dime a dozen there's so many of them. A woman calling another woman a whore? That stings. That hurts a lot more than anything a man could say.

Pretty eyes and lips

Y/n found herself captivated by the intensity of Bret's gaze as they locked eyes. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a realm of their own. His eyes held a mysterious depth, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Every flicker of emotion was reflected in his gaze, his eyes speaking volumes without uttering a word. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if their souls were intertwined, dancing to a rhythm only they could hear.

Unable to tear her gaze away, she traced the contours of his lips with her eyes, noticing every subtle curve and the way they slightly parted as he spoke. The temptation to lean in and steal a kiss grew stronger with each passing moment. She wondered if he felt the same magnetic pull, the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air.

But as thrilling as the notion was, Y/n couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness. What if she misread the signals? What if she was imagining a connection that wasn't really there? Doubts clouded her thoughts, causing her to hesitate.

Yet, despite the uncertainty, Y/n found herself drawn back to Bret's eyes, searching for answers. In their depths, she saw a flicker of longing, a hint of vulnerability that mirrored her own. It was the silent affirmation she needed, the reassurance that they were both walking this uncharted path together.

And so, with a surge of bravery, Y/n took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. As their eyes remained locked, she leaned in ever so slightly, her breath mingling with his. In that moment, time stood still, and the world faded away once more, leaving only the magic of their connection.

Words may have failed them, but their eyes and the unspoken language between them said it all. It was a moment filled with the promise of something beautiful, something that would leave an indelible mark on their lives.

As they stood there, lost in each other's gaze, Y/n knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable love story - one filled with passion, adventure, and a love that would endure the test of time.

Together, they were ready to embark on a journey where their hearts would guide them and their souls would intertwine, forever bound by the magic of their love.

Adoration

You stood in the center of the wrestling ring, the spotlight shining down on you as you took your place at the announcer's table. The crowd roared with anticipation, their excitement filling the air. Little did you know, Bret "The Hitman" Hart had his eyes fixed on you.

As you introduced the upcoming match, your voice filled the arena, capturing the attention of the audience. Your passionate and knowledgeable commentary captivated the crowd, showcasing your deep understanding and love for the sport. You brought a unique energy to the event that drew people in.

Midway through your introductions, you caught a glimpse of Bret. His piercing eyes met yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mix of admiration and intrigue, that made your heart skip a beat.

Bret couldn't help but be enchanted by your presence. He was mesmerized by the way you passionately described the backgrounds of the wrestlers and highlighted their strengths and weaknesses with such enthusiasm. Your voice, filled with excitement and authenticity, drew him in closer.

As the match began, you continued to provide insightful commentary, immersing the audience in the action taking place in the ring. Every word you spoke seemed to add an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the match. Bret found himself hanging onto your every word, completely engrossed in your storytelling.

Throughout the night, Bret stole glances in your direction whenever he had the chance. The way you leaned forward, fully invested in the match, made his heart swell with admiration. He was captivated by your dedication and passion, seeing in you a kindred spirit who shared his love for the art of wrestling.

As the event came to a close, Bret found himself unable to forget the moments shared between you. Your voice, your energy, and your passion had left an indelible mark on his memory. In that ring, under the spotlights, you had captivated not just the audience but also Bret "The Hitman" Hart himself.