#he always wears t-shirt designed by his wife

[imsilay]

I love your stalker König, have you considered writing about him kidnapping the reader?

Kidnapping them, locking them in his home so that when he comes back from his missions he can play “house” and “make love to his little wife”. Age gap is also always so good 🩷

IT WAS ON MY MIND BUT WHEN YOU REQUESTED IT I HAD TO WRITE ilysm <3

SOAR

NSFW! mdni +18, cw: kidnapping, obsessive behavior, fem!reader, König is a fucking delusional, riding, fingering.

word count: 2k

summary: Your sweet captor König fucking you after coming back to home from a long mission.

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art cr: yashk_pucyet on twt

An ominous whistle echoed through the hall as he made his way to the front door of his apartment. The way he walked, his hands on his pockets and long steps, told how delighted he was to finally be back home. Other soldiers were already at the bar, celebrating their victory. But for him it was different. He didn’t wanted alcohol and woman. He wanted you. That was why he was rushing to home. He couldn’t wait to see his sweet wife, to worship his prize, to use his pet. He was aching to have you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist as he did basically everything in the house. He was clingy yes. He knew it but didn’t care. You were his already. So that meant he could do anything he wanted with you.

He already had his keys when he arrived at the door. Impatiently unlocking the door and kicking his shoes off. He closed and locked the door. A wont. “I’m back meine Königin.” he said not too loudly. He wouldn’t want to startle you because it was midnight and he knew you didn’t like loud noises. He walked through living room, it was designed simple; a couch and a tv unit with some plants, he could buy better but it was safe if it was small and basic. The door of your shared bedroom opened as he decided to stay silent in case you were sleeping. His heart hammer his chest when he saw your sleeping form in his bed. the sheets covered some of your body but the way your pajama pants was slid up exposing your soft thigh made his head spin.

See? He didn’t need any alcohol, you were intoxicating enough for him. “Meine Königin.” he purred as he quickly took of his gear and other clothes until he was just in his boxers. His mask was thrown away for him to find tomorrow. He climbed on the bed next to you. His massive body took the majority of the space but he wasn’t complaining. This way you were more close with him.

He gently turned your body towards him and took a sharp breath when he saw you wasn’t wearing any bra. “Nein, i should let you sleep. I don’t want my wife to be mad at me.” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his chest. “I missed you so much, meine Königin.” he whispered and kissed your cheek. You clinged to his body unconsciously for more warmth. The way your body pressed against his -especially the feeling of your breasts underneath your t-shirt- made him want to take you there but he has to be patient. Until you wake up and notice his presence.

Well… He wasn’t a patient man. Not after witnessing how easily can people die. If he wanted something, he had to have it right then. That was why he kidnapped you. You, his innocent little girl, so young and naive. It wasn’t hard to gain your trust, you loved everyone. He just waited until you were independent from your family and had your own life. New friends, new neighbors, new job… It all made you feel like you were in a dream. Everything was too perfect. Until one day you heard a loud noise in your house then everything went black. That was when he took you for himself. The first year was like hell. You were constantly trying to escape, breaking everything in the house and throwing fits. But could you really do anything to harm him? That mountain of a man? He could kill everyone who was in his way. And unfortunately the destination was you. It was almost pitiful that how desperate he was for you. He didn’t really hurt or hit you. Even when you tried to escape he just found you and brought you back to his house. In his words “Our home.”

“Maus.” he purred as his hand slide underneath your t-shirt caressing your waist. His lips inches away from yours aching to capture them. Your eyes opened slowly when you felt and heard him. “I’m home.” he mumbled as he brushed his lips against your cheek. When you finally processed what was going on you tried to move away immediately. “Let go of me!” you scowled and pushed him by his chest. He chuckled lightly and pulled you back to your position on his chest. “The harder you push me, the harder i will pull you back.” he whispered and kissed your cheek. “As much as i love your spirit, i’m tired, Maus.” his voice was giving away how tired he was. Yet there was more. You knew it. “What do you want from me?” you mumbled as you stopped squirming. Your heart was beating like crazy, you knew you had no chance against him. “I want you to love me. But i know it’s too much to ask. I don’t deserve you, meine Königin.” your heart ache for a moment. But then you remembered that he was your captor. Your heart filled with rage again. He smiled softly and caressed your waist. “But you know the other thing i want.” his hand squeezed your waist and his lips brushed against your chin. His lips kissing you wherever he could reach, but your lips.

He still haven’t kissed you since he kidnapped you. He would fuck you until you can’t remember your name but that was it. He told you the reason why he didn’t kissed you during a vulnerable moment of his. He was listening to your heartbeat after a nightmare and speaking to you even if you just caressed his hair and didn’t answered him. “I want to kiss you so bad, Maus. I really do. But i don’t want to ruin you. I’m just a pathetic man who is trying to make you love me. So, i want you to kiss me when you love me.” that was his sweet words before he eat you out. Ironic, isn’t it?

A soft sigh escaped from your lips when he kissed your neck and his hand down your body. “I want you to ride me. I want you to sit on my cock like it’s your throne, meine Königin.” he whispered as he grounded his hard on against your clothed cunt. You whimpered when you felt his hard cock against your stomach. He was away from home for a month and you haven’t since done anything for yourself. So you were already wet for him. “You should take care of your husband~” he purred. “You’re not my husband. You’re just a psycho.” you moaned as he kissed the sensitive skin of your neck. “I suggest you to choose your words wisely, Maus.” he mumbled and bit your shoulder as a warning. “And how could you deny me when you’re this wet f’me, hm?” he chuckled lightly after pushing his fingers into your panties making you shudder and moan. His fingers found your clit and started rubbing it slowly. Making you wetter and ready for him. Your head dropped to his shoulder and small moans escaped from your lips. He groaned when your hot breath hit his neck. His neck was the most sensitive spot on his body. Were you doing it on purpose? Knowing how he cum in his pants when you kissed him on the neck first time?

“Maus stop- i want to cum inside you.” he mumbled and with a quick maneuver you were sitting on top of his crotch. He groaned and his hips buck upwards to meet yours. The thin fabric of your underwears did nothing. He still felt how wet and warm you were. You also whined and rock your hips. You were so desperate for a release and he was the only thing in hand. Your attempts to satisfy yourself was failed because he made you addicted to his big and thick cock, your small fingers weren’t enough. One of your hands rested on his chest as you tugged down your underwear with other. “Scheiße, Maus.” his cock twitched in his boxers at the sight. He knew you wanted him as much as he do. And it made him go feral. But he managed to stay still and watched you. You were aching for his cock but it wouldn’t fit if you weren’t opened enough. Your gaze dropped to his hands on your waist. You took one of his hands and he raised an eyebrow with curiosity but he let you lead it whenever you wanted. You took his middle and ring finger inside your mouth and moaned. Your head spun from just thinking about having it inside your tight cunt. He felt like he was having a heart attack when you sucked and covered his thick and lengthy fingers with your salvia. He let you do all the work as you grounded against his clad cock and wet his fingers. When you took his fingers out of your mouth and gave him a desperate look, he knew what you wanted. So he stuck his fingers into your dripping hole making you whimper and buck your hips. “Just like that, Maus. Ride my fingers.” he fingered your little hole as his free hand supported you by your waist. “So verdammt süß.” he hissed and picked up the pace. His fingers effortlessly finding all the spots in your tight cunt. “You’re so tight, Maus. Did you wait for me like a good wife, hm?” he mumbled as he felt you were close and added another finger. You whined and your walls clenched around his thick fingers. You cum unannounced and he groaned when you cum with just his fingers. “König.” you whimpered and your hands grabbed his forearms when he pulled his fingers out. “I know it’s not enough meine Königin.” he cooed and lifted you up a little to free his precum leaking cock. He didn’t even had the patience to take off his boxers fully. He positioned you on his cock and let you take it in slowly, giving you time to adjust his size. He groaned when your walls sucked him in greedily. “Guess someone missed me.” he mumbled and caressed your hips while you sit on his cock. “Here. Right here is where you belong, Maus.” he grabbed you by hips and made you bounce on his cock. His head tipped back and he let out a low groan. He was living for this moment. When he’s on a mission he would count the days until he meet you again. His beautiful wife.

This position allowed him to be deep inside you and it made you even more desperate. Your moans and whines filled the room as he mercilessly bounced you up and down on his cock. The tip of his cock hit your cervix and you whimpered. “König it’s too deep.” you dug your nails into his forearms. He groaned and picked up the pace. It wasn’t like you were riding him anymore. He was slamming you down on his cock with his giant strength. “Slow down!” you whimpered when he hit your cervix again. “Admit that i’m your husband. Then i will consider.” he growled as he fucked you mercilessly. “Fuck-“ you cried when he didn’t even slow down a bit. “You’re my husband, König. Please.” you managed to say. “Braves Mädchen.” he purred and slowed down just a bit. “Say it again.” he slapped your hips and smirked delightfully. His big hand covered your hips as he slammed his hips into yours rapidly. You slurred that he was your husband over and over until he finally cum deep inside you. He rubbed your clit so you cum along with him.

You collapsed on his chest as he pulled out his cock. His semen dripped from your hole and you buried your head into his neck. You hated him so much for ruining your life but you were also desperate to have his love and affection. “Meine Königin.” he cooed and rubbed your back in small circles. “We’re not finished.” he kissed your forehead when you protested with a whine.

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#NO NUT NOVEMBER [Gojo Satoru]

SUMMARY NNN the stupid challenge where couples spend the entire month of November without having intimate relations. Gojo agreed to participate, overconfident that it wouldn’t be difficult for him but rather for his wife, but now, after the first two weeks, he already felt like he was going to go crazy, while his wife seemed perfectly fine.

— C.W husband! Gojo Satoru x female reader , 18+ only , nsfw , bathroom sex , unprotected , dirty talk , creampie , pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby/babe) gojo is down bad , mention of masturbation , fingering , oral sex , multiple orgasm , squirting , not proofread!

— Word count: 3.2k

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Satoru sat on the edge of the bed, his mind consumed with a mix of frustration and desire. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the calendar hanging on the wall, its innocent pages mocking him with their untouchable dates. It had been a mere two weeks since he had agreed to embark on the infamous No Nut November challenge, and already he was beginning to question his sanity.

The challenge, a test of willpower and self-control, required couples to abstain from any form of intimate relations for the entire month of November. At first, Satoru had seen it as a playful way to challenge his wife's resolve, a chance to see just how strong her willpower truly was. But now, as he sat there on the edge of their shared bed, he realized that it was his own sanity that was being pushed to the brink.

"Honey," He called out to his wife as he approached her from behind.

Satoru couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she sat engrossed in her phone, completely unaware of the intense hunger in his eyes. The tight shorts she was wearing seemed almost too daring, the fabric struggling to contain the alluring curves of her ass, which seemed to spill out temptingly. Her see-through t-shirt, while playful and innocent in design, allowed a teasing glimpse of her side breast, igniting his desires even further. It was hard for him to look away; he was captivated.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked. He knew that the answer was likely no, but his question had an ulterior motive. He wanted to delve deeper into the desire that had been simmering within him.

Satoru's finger twitched, fighting an internal battle against the irresistible urge to reach out and touch her exposed thighs. But in the end, his resolve wavered, and his hand began to slide up and down her thigh,

„Not really, I‘ll eat after I take a shower.“ she answered him.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for having such thoughts about his wife, especially when he had promised himself that this month, he would be in control. He had convinced himself that it would be her begging for his attention, yearning for his touch. Yet, reality has proven quite the opposite. The desires were burning within him, and it was Satoru who was struggling to resist the magnetic pull of her sensuality.

"Satoru~ look at this video," she spoke, bringing her phone inches from his face

With a soft groan, he tried to resist the urge to reach out and take the phone from her. He knew better than to give in to these temptations, but it was hard when she was being so damn provocative.

"Look how cute that cat is!" she continued

Satoru forced himself to focus on the screen, managing a half-smile as he watched the adorable kitten on the screen. „Yeah, that's a cute kitten alright.“

Her smile quickly turned into a frown,“Are you okay? You‘re usually always excited when you see cats.“

He took the phone from her, With a forced smile, he reassured her, "Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just a bit...anxious, I guess.." He chuckled nervously, hoping she wouldn't notice the lie in his voice.

As Satoru focused on the screen, his other hand found itself inching closer to her ass, his fingers grazing the fabric that covered her. His eyes remained locked on the kitten, but his mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of how her body would feel under his touch.

Realization hit him like a lightning bolt, and he quickly withdrew his hand, snapping back to the present challenge that had tormented them for two long weeks. He couldn't risk caving in now.

She retrieved her phone from his grasp and set it down on the nightstand. Pushing herself up from the bed, she glanced back at Satoru,

"You're acting strange, Satoru," she said,

Satoru, his pulse still racing from their earlier near transgression, struggled to maintain his composure. He offered her a sheepish smile, hoping to ease her suspicions. "Just had a momentary lapse of concentration, [Y/n]. Nothing to worry about."

She watched him for a moment longer, clearly unconvinced, before eventually turning and making her way to the bathroom, leaving Satoru alone in the room

As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Satoru alone in the room, his heart began to race even faster. The lingering scent of her presence seemed to envelop him, and he found himself unable to resist the allure of his desires.

He was left with a yearning he couldn't quell, and his arousal had grown undeniable, making his body ache with desire. His hardness was strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching for release.

His mind was consumed by vivid, lustful thoughts of what he yearned to do to her. The challenge, which had once been a playful test of willpower, now felt like an unbearable torment, an obstacle standing between him and the woman he desired more than anything.

Satoru stood up and walked towards the bathroom. His eyes were filled with lust as he peered into the steamy room where she was preparing for her shower.

[Y/n] had turned on the water, and the sound of it filling the bathtub was a sensual backdrop to her movements. As she removed her shorts and shirt, leaving her naked and vulnerable, the sight of her body sent shivers down Satoru's spine. He hesitated for a moment, trying to regain control.

His fingers twitched, and his pulse quickened as he watched her silhouette through the frosted glass. He knew he was teetering on the edge, and the challenge seemed like a distant memory in the face of this intoxicating temptation.

With a deep breath, Satoru stepped into the steamy room and closed the door behind him. He moved toward her, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the gap between them. [Y/n] was just about to step into the tub, the water cascading around her in a sensual veil.

He reached for her, his touch electric, as he pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened “W-wait..what are you doing?!”she shouted, breaking away from the kiss

"[Y/n], I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and apology. His hands, still trembling from their forbidden encounter, cradled her face. "I can't control myself. The challenge... it's too much.“ His fingers trailed down her neck, tracing the outline of her collarbone

"You're so beautiful... I want you so badly." he murmured, his voice heavy with longing. Satoru's lips found her earlobe, and he nipped at it, sending shivers down her spine. His kisses trailed down her shoulder and across her collarbone, igniting a trail of longing in their wake.

His other hand moved, cupping her breast, his touch tantalizing as he teased, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

„A-ah- satoru..“ she moaned softly.

"Look at how you react to my touch," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he continued to tease her nipple. "You're driving me crazy..sweetheart" Kissing his way back up, he left a trail of hickies, marking her skin.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, seeking out hers in a heated dance, laying claim to her with every fervent movement.

His other hand ventured down to her thigh, his touch electrifying as he slowly and sensually slid upwards, drawing closer to the core of her desire.

“Satoru..” she muttered as she broke from the kiss, her cheeks flushed,

“I need you..” he breathed against her lips, his hand finally reaching her core, as he slipped his finger into her folds, thrusting a single finger into her, groaning at the incredible tightness and wetness surrounding his finger,”You are already so wet..so fucking perfect.”

"Please," she moaned, the desperation in her voice palpable as her husband's thumb massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves while he continued to thrust into her. A second finger joined the first, sliding in and out of her drenched center, driving her wild. His other hand continued its sensual dance, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Tell me you want it," he muttered. His mouth opened, and he took her other breast into his warm mouth, causing her to gasp with pleasure.

"I w-want it," she moaned, her body quivering with arousal.

Satoru broke away from her breast, his fingers moving faster inside her, and his thumb continued to tease her sensitive nub. He leaned up, capturing her lower lip between his teeth and tugging it gently. "Say what you want,"

"I want... you, Satoru," she whispered, her words laced with yearning. Satoru lifted her, placing her onto the counter, rubbing his hardness against her thigh,

He stared hungrily down at her cunt, he saw the slick practically gushing out of her little hole, clenching around nothing.

„Please,“ she begged, as Satoru didn't waste any more time, thrusting into her faster as he found her G-spot. The relentless massage of that sensitive area elicited an almost involuntary reaction from her, her head throwing back as her inner muscles tightened around his fingers. Her moans grew louder and more passionate, filling the room.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded, unable to contain her longing, wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him even closer.

"I won't," he assured her, his mouth finding her neck, where he pressed his lips and left a trail of sensual kisses, before gently sucking at the sensitive skin,

As Satoru felt the tightening of his wife's inner muscles and the trembling of her thighs, he recognized the signs of her impending climax. His fingers continued their rhythm, thrusting deeper, and gradually, he added a third finger to intensify her pleasure. Small tears welled at the corners of her eyes, evidence of the overwhelming sensation that pulsed through her, proof of the ecstasy they were sharing.

She clung to him desperately, her arms encircling his neck as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her moans punctuating each shuddering exhale.

Satoru held her close, his fingers continuing their relentless dance inside her, the sensation of her trembling thighs and the taste of her tears only fueling his desire to take her higher.

As her arms held him tight, her head nestled against his neck, Satoru's mouth sought out the soft skin of her earlobe, his lips tracing patterns along her ear. His teeth grazed her earlobe gently, eliciting a shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

His thumb, still expertly playing with her sensitive nub, matched the pace of his fingers, ensuring that each motion, each touch, was a symphony of pleasure designed to drive her to the edge.

Satoru sensed her climax building, her body growing tense and shuddering beneath his expert touch. As she neared the peak, he intensified his actions, his fingers moving in a blur inside her, his thumb relentlessly teasing her swollen clit.

“A-Ah..!” Her scream of release echoed through the room, her body arching into his touch as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers as she came.

„Let it all out sweetheart..good girl..“ Satoru whispered, as he planted a tender kiss on her cheek. He continued to grind his hard dick against her thighs. The fervent friction had caused a small wet patch to form on his sweatpants,

Satoru withdrew his fingers from her slowly, his touch leaving her hot and wet. He brought his fingers to his mouth and proceeded to lick them clean.

The surprising question broke the moment's intimacy. "Have you been pleasuring yourself, sweetheart?" Satoru asked, his eyes searching her face for an answer.

Her response was a deepening blush on her cheeks. She avoided his gaze, stammering, "W-what?!"

Satoru was insistent, his fingers slipping to her neck as he drew her closer to him. Their chests pressed against each other, and he guided her head to face him directly, their eyes locking.

"My finger slipped in so easily," he explained, "I want to know, baby.."

Her blush deepened, and her eyes finally met his in an intense and vulnerable gaze. She hesitated, then confessed in a soft voice, "Y-yes... when you're not here."

“You’re so lewd..so cute..” he whispered, his voice heavy with desire, before pressing his lips against hers. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss, and his tongue slipped inside,

The kiss was hot and deep, with Satoru's tongue exploring her mouth eagerly. His other hand caressed her thigh, as he made his way to her clit, where he began tracing slow, teasing circles around her now sensitive folds.

Satoru's mouth, broke away from the kiss and ventured lower, moving down her body. He kissed along her inner thighs and lower abdomen before his lips found her sensitive clit. With a soft, reverent kiss, he tasted her wetness, his tongue tracing teasing patterns around the pulsating nub.

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her firmly in place.

"S'toru... oh god..!“ She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

Satoru's mouth worked, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on her sensitive clit,"You like that, don't you?" he whispered against her, his voice husky,"You're so damn wet for me, baby."

"Yes, toru, don't stop!"

His lips created a tight seal around her sensitive clit, forming a suction that made her tremble.

His tongue danced over her swollen nub, tracing circles and teasing patterns that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He applied just the right amount of pressure, each flicker of his tongue sending shivers down her spine.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate, and she could feel the pressure building inside her.

With a final flick of his tongue and a deep, pleasurable suck on her clit, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, her back arched, and her fingers tightened in his hair as she let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Her climax washed over her and her inner walls clenched tightly around nothing but the air as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Satoru continued to pleasure her even as she rode the waves of her orgasm, not letting up until she had ridden out every last tremor of pleasure, leaving her breathless.

Satoru reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her clit and moved back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hand, still wet with her arousal, slowly made its way to his sweatpants. He could feel his dick throbbing with every heartbeat, and it was begging for release. His desire was reaching its limit, and he couldn't wait any longer.

With a deep groan, he pushed down his sweatpants, freeing his erection. It stood tall and proud against his abdomen, the head of his cock an angry shade of red and a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Satoru's eyes were locked on his wife, who was flushed with sweat trickling down her forehead. She took deep breaths, trying to regain her composure after the intense orgasm he had given her.

"I can't wait any longer, baby…please," Satoru pleaded,"Please..." He stroked his throbbing length, brushing the head of his cock against her slick folds, aching to be inside her.

She could barely find her voice, but she managed to whisper, "T-take me..‘toru"

Her words were like a trigger. Satoru, unable to contain himself any longer, positioned his throbbing erection at her entrance and slowly pushed forward, entering her with a groan.

The sensation of his hard length sliding into her wet, tight warmth sent shivers through both of them.

Her moans filled the room as she clung to Satoru's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "T-too much..." she whispered, her voice trembling, as Satoru continued to thrust into her,

Satoru's thrusts were relentless, driving deeper into her with each powerful motion. Their heated passion was undeniable, and he couldn't get enough of her.

His lips found her neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses along her sensitive flesh. He left a trail of soft, sensual nips and licks as he thrust into her. His mouth sought every inch of her skin, hungry for her taste. His tongue left a trail of wet warmth against her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breast.

Satoru's mouth enveloped her breast, his lips creating a soft seal around her sensitive nipple. His tongue moved in slow, sensuous circles, teasing and tantalizing her. He varied the pressure, alternating between gentle suckling and more insistent pulls. His warm, wet mouth and his tongue's delicate caresses sent waves of pleasure rippling through her.

As Satoru continued to move inside her, his other hand slid down to her sensitive clit. He began to rub it, increasing the friction. Her already tight walls clenched around his throbbing length, making it challenging to move.

"God, you're so tight," he murmured, the sensations overwhelming as he continued to rub her sensitive nub while still thrusting passionately inside of her.

His movements inside her remained steady and determined, pushing her closer to the brink. With every thrust and every rub of her clit, they could both sense their climax building, promising an explosive release.

And then it happened. With a gasp, her climax overtook her. It started as a pulsating throb deep within her, a sensation that quickly built into an irresistible, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her body tensed, and then, a gush of her warm arousal sprayed out in a burst of ecstasy.

The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, and it coated Satoru's cock and thighs,

Satoru continued his relentless thrusts, unable to hold back any longer.

„Baby…can I please cum inside of you?“ he asked, kissing your cheek softly,“please..“

„Y-yes..“She whimpered

With a few more powerful thrusts, he reached his own climax, groaning with pleasure as he released inside her.

Satoru held her tightly, his arms around her, and he slowly pulled out of her. As he did, he noticed their mixed fluids, gently flowing from her tight opening.

Satoru gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her with tenderness and care. Her body felt delicate and cherished in his strong embrace. He carried her to the bathtub and lowered her into the filled tub. Her body slid into the water, and she let out a contented sigh as she settled into the comforting embrace of the bath.

He stepped into the warm water from behind, his body pressing close to hers as he sat behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Their bodies fit snugly together. He placed tender kisses along her neck and shoulder, while hugging her.

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The nanny

Joel miller x f!reader 18+ explicit

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Summary: You've worked for the millers for a while, you love Sarah she's an amazing little girl. Your favorite part of going to his house is being able to see Mr. Miller, and how good he looks in his dress suit.

Warnings: Age gab (in her early 20's, he's middle 40's) pet names, Hard Sex, teabagging, almost got caught, unprotective v in p.

A/N: He has money, he is humble, he has problems with his wife, he loves Sarah and we love him, let him give us good love. if you want a second part let me know sweethearts <3

At the Millers' house, you were drawing with Sarah in the living room, it was afternoon. The Millers almost never asked for your service for many hours, this time it would be all day, until 9 p.m. or until they told you.

Mrs. Miller had an event of her company, which she would attend from 5:30 to 11:00 p.m. On the other side, Mr. Miller worked in the morning but returned home in the afternoon, around 4:00, and would be busy with zoom meetings.So you'd take care of Sarah until he was done.

From the moment you set foot in his house, you found Mr. Miller fascinating. But you were professional and you needed the job, he always treated you well and you were the same, they always asked for your opinion on things, they trusted you in any situation.

He's a good father to Sarah, he's a good husband, despite the constant fights they had lately, he's always respected her, you can see the love he has for her.

Although… You couldn't get it out of your head that day when you were in the pool.

When Mrs. Miller called you to babysit Sarah in the afternoon, you thought you'd be alone, but you'd not. Mr. Miller was working from home. From the pool you could see him through the window that looked out onto his office.

You could see the way he stared at you while he was on the phone, how he looked away from the computer as he typed to check you out. When you took Sarah to bathe and put her on her nap. The way he smiled at you when you went to say goodbye to him, the way he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him to kiss you on the cheek.

Today he would have a morning event at work, something a bit formal. His wife, Mrs. Miller, made him buy a suit. He was a man who liked casual clothes, a pair of jeans, some plaid shirts or simple T-shirts. You were deeply grateful to Mrs. Miller for making him buy that suit, because god—" You never thought he could look better than in his plaid shirts.

He is tall, broad, broad-shouldered, in fact his body is very well proportioned thanks to his work. He is a contractor but before he was dedicated to all the loading and repairing part, now he is more in the area of design and site preparation. although it is still doing repair work. His arms are wide as are his forearms, broad back. You could imagine something else wide.

He had a strong profile, stood out in the most beautiful way, his jaw covered by his dark, grayish beard, and his lips decorated by a mustache that barely touched his upper lip.

And his eyes… Well, his eyes were two big, round dark spheres, which every time they looked at you, made you feel like you were the only person in the room, with that intensity of eye contact that brought you to your knees.

You heard his heavy footsteps down the stairs as he spoke to his wife. You looked up as you felt him enter the living room, right in front of you, wearing dark dress pants, light blue shirt, with the last button open exposing his exquisite tan collar… A dark blue tie hung from his hand.

His hair, fresh out of the shower.

"How do I look like?" he said, adjusting his tie behind his neck

"You look better than in your jeans." His wife got up from the couch to walk over to him and help him tie the knot

He looks good in everything, he looks so good

"And the jacket?" his wife looked him up and down

"I'm not going to wear a jacket," he said, buttoning the last button of his blue shirt

"It's a formal event, you must wear it"

"No, it's too early and hot to wear it" he buttoned the buttons of his sleeves as he walked towards Sarah and you

He sat down in the couch behind Sarah to see what she was doing, while exchanging a few words with her, Mrs. Miller went to get the jacket and threw it to the side of him in the couch, he just looked at her seriously as he leaned on the back of the couch and his legs remained open.

"You take it, and you'll tell me if you don't use it," she told him before going upstairs to her room to get ready

After Mrs. Miller left, the air changed. At least for you it did. You felt Joel's gaze on your neck, a feeling of nerves ran through your entire body, although you decided to ignore the fact that his knee almost touched your shoulder, you decided to give all your concentration to Sarah while she told you about the animals you were painting.

A few hours had passed since Joel had left, Mrs. Miller was about to leave, right at the door saying goodbye to her daughter. She, like Mr. Miller, looked beautiful. She wore a purple dress that highlighted her warm skin.

You had a good time when you were alone with Sarah, one of your favorite activities was playing Taylor Swift music and singing at the top of your lungs. You enjoyed swimming, making brownies, and drawing. She was a quiet, obedient and above all honest girl, she even told you secrets from her school.

She loved being with you. Once on vacation when you weren't working, she asked her parents to talk to you so you could spend the afternoon with her. Despite being 8 years old she was a responsible child with her homework, she always reminded you to do it.

You knew things about her, like she knew things about you. You were best friends.

Hours passed, Joel was already at home, but he was in his office working as he had meetings by call. Normally when one of them arrives you always put Sarah to take a nap and go home, after a long day for everyone it was the best solution to lower her energy.

"I don't want to sleep, I want to get in the pool," Sarah said as she pouted sitting on her bed

"You know the rules, no pool after 6 p.m., and you have to take your nap." You said as you closed the curtains a little and turned on her vanity light

"Can you convince my dad to leave us?" you looked at her and she smiled at you, cocking her small head

"No, I can't," you laughed and saw her eyebrows gather in anger

"He won't say no"

"And why wouldn't he say no" You looked at her with a thoughtful face

"Because he likes you," she smiled at you and her hazel eyes sparkled

You opened your mouth in surprise

"And where do you get that?"

"Because he was telling my mom again that you were one of the best babysitters I've ever had."

"Do you think that?"

"sure" she smiled to you

"Well anyway I can't do it honey, you'll have to take your nap, on the weekend we'll probably be able to swim okay"

She just went to bed with a pout on her face

"Can I at least read the story myself? it's just that I'm not very sleepy."

"Do you want to read it alone?" You took the book off the shelf and gave it to her

She just nodded happily.

"Okay, I'll let you read the book, but you promise you'll fall asleep?" You pointed to it as a warning

"Yes, I promise"

"Little hand" you made your hand a fist, placed your thumb on your lips while extending your pinky finger in her direction, she did the same as you, and they joined their pinky fingers in an embrace.

You walked to her door and waved goodbye, telling her to keep quiet so her dad wouldn't hear her.

You closed her door slowly, then walked down the hall and headed for the stairs. The house was dark, you had left a lamp on the side of the stairs to light them.

Going down the stairs you turned to enter the living room. When you looked up you jumped and put your hand to your chest, Joel was sitting on the couch with only 2 lamps on that reflected a dim light in the room.

He had reports on the coffee table and his laptop was resting on the edge of it. He looked up at you. He was wearing dark square glasses, in his hands he held a notebook and pen and, he was still in his clothes from this morning.

"God!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, leaving his notebook and pen on the side of his laptop along with the rest of the papers.

"Don't worry" You got your posture back by watching it from the entrance "I thought you were in your office"

"I was there, but I needed air, I couldn't last another minute"

You both stared at each other, you trying to control your nervousness as he looked you up and down.

"Sarah's already fallen asleep?"

"Yes, she just fell asleep" You walked over to the couch where he was, your bag resting a few feet away from him. You took it, looked at him and just smiled and walked away

His raspy voice rang in your ears.

"Hey, I wanted to know if you couldn't stay another hour" You looked at him confused "I'll be busy with another meeting"

"Oh okay sure, no problem" He just gave you a smile and started typing on his computer, you just sat next to him on the couch, saying nothing.

Sitting next to him, you couldn't help but look at him and see how sexy he looked in the dim light in the room. What would it be like to be loved by him? How would it feel to be touched by him? What would it feel like to kiss him?

No, you can't think that, it's Mr. Miller we're talking about, that's not healthy or right, he's married and has a daughter, a daughter that you take care of in the trust of their house.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up below his elbows. You could see the hair in his arms, and his veins underneath them.

He was so focused on what he was doing.He looked calm, you couldn't think why he and his wife were always fighting, you would be very happy by his side.

You came back to reality when his eyes turned to look at you, and a smile appeared on his face. You just settled back on the couch, a nervous smile on your face. Joel stopped writing and leaned back on the back of the chair, and like this morning, his legs spread, his knee touching yours.

"So… How's college going?" He put his left arm behind the couch, leaving his hand behind your shoulder.

"Mmh I… I don't go to college anymore, I graduated a few months ago."

His brows furrowed, "Mmj, and what was your career?"

"Architecture" you smiled as you nodded and looked away from him

"You haven't looked for a job yet"

"Yes, I have, but… Since I'm still new to the field, they don't accept me in any of them" You played with your fingers as you watched them intertwine.

"If you want, you could be an intern in the construction I work in"

You looked at him and your eyes softened "for real"

"Of course" a soft grimace was on his lips, causing his eyes to become small and the edges of their eyes to appear wrinkled.

You just smiled at him in the same way, and when you lowered your head to your lap, you felt his hand, the same hand behind you, caress your hair. You turned to look at him and his eyes wandered over your breasts that were slightly shown by the collar of the shirt, his eyes ran over it until they reached your face.

"You are so beautiful, did you know that?"

His eyes were even darker with the light, his lips parted. It didn't help you stop your thoughts.

"Yes, I know," you said in a whisper as you saw his lips, his face, his eyes

His hand went from being in your hair to being on your cheek. He stroked you with his knuckles slowly, as he watched the places where he caressed you. You didn't take your eyes off him. He came closer to you being inches from your face, while his hands rested on your jaw, following the shape of it to your chin and resting his thumb on your lips.

"You have beautiful lips" His thumb caressed your upper lip to your lower lip slowly.

You didn't know what to do or how to react, you never expected this from him. Why was him this way just now?

He came up to you and left a kiss on your cheek, close to your lips. You could feel his breath brushing your lips. Until you just decided to put your lips together with his.

You closed your eyes to the contact. Your lips moved in time, slowly as he held your face with his left hand.

The kiss only intensified when you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, sliding your hands down his chest. You parted for lack of air, but your foreheads stayed together.

"Is it okay for us to do this?" you asked him, begging him to say yes, that he wanted to kiss you, to feel you… But a little part of you told you it was wrong

"I want it, I've wanted it for a while" He caressed your face and brushed his nose with yours "Do you want it to happen?" He looked straight into your eyes

"Yes.." you swallowed seeing it "But… your wife."

"Don't worry about her, she won't know this happened"

You stared at him gasping for breath, thinking of a million things that could happen. If she found out you would lose your job, you would be embarrassed if your parents knew the reason why they fired you, it would be a torment in your head if they separated because of you. You didn't want to be the other woman, but if it happened one time, you put the feelings aside, you could enjoy it.

You could have this experience and not be left wanting.

You joined your lips with his, making your teeth collide, the kiss was intense, your tongues caressed each other, asking for more. You couldn't help but slide your hand from his chest to his crotch, you felt a bulge through his dark pants. You massaged him up and down, feeling his harder length.

You heard him growl with pleasure from your hand, your movements so soft, your hands on him and your panties getting wetter and wetter.

Your hands went to his belt, undoing it with a speed that showed how impatient you were.

"shh calm down, I know you want this cock inside you honey"

"I want it in my mouth too" you looked at him with puppy eyes as you got off the couch and knelt in front of him, you positioned yourself between his legs and guided your hands to unbutton his pants and unzip him.

"oh baby, you will be the death of me"

He settled better on the couch, he helped you lower his pants, staying in boxers, he placed his right hand on your head, caressing it.

You guided your head and your hand close to his member that was still covered by his boxers. You could perfectly see the shape of its length, the thickness of it. You placed your mouth on it, leaving a trail of kisses along its length on the fabric. A growl left his lips, prompting you to pull the hem of his boxers down a little, making his head peek out.

You turned to look at him, he smiled at you and nodded for you to continue. You licked your lips and placed a kiss on the tip, this made his hips rise a little, he was asking for more, but you wanted to play with him a little before putting him in your mouth.

You stuck out your tongue and ran it along his length as you landed your lips and gently sucked on the sides of his member. Your hands wandered over him, you touched the tip of his head with your right hand and felt how he moved due to the cold contact of your hand on his very warm length.

"Come on baby, show me what that little mouth can do." He told you in a low tone and with his raspy voice.

You pulled down his boxers so you could free his member. Your jaw dropped when you saw it. It was thick, definitely not too long but it wasn't small either, it was a size that you considered perfect. Its length rested on his stomach which was still covered by his blue shirt.

"I know you can take it, show me how well you suck it."

Damn, with that language I would let him do whatever he wanted to me

You took his length with your right hand, a smile forming on your face when you realized that your fingers were not touching your thumb on the other side. first time you had one like this and you were going to enjoy it. You left kisses on the tip and then put the head of his member in your mouth, delicately sucking it, while you heard moans and grunts come out of Joel's mouth.

Both of his hands were placed on your head, urging you to take more of his length into your mouth, and so you did. You opened your lips wider to give him access to more of him, his hands guiding you up and down as a trail of saliva ran down his member. Your right hand didn't stop moving, it followed the same movements as your head.

you wanted to give him more, you wanted him to feel satisfied by your mouth. You took his member from your lips, only touching it with your hand, you looked at him through your eyelashes and you could see how excited he was, his eyes screamed for your attention. You lowered your head so you could kiss his balls.

You put one in your mouth as you slowly sucked him, while your right hand masturbated his member. You looked at him and watched with his head thrown back while moans and moans left his lips. He lowered his head to look you in the eyes, you saw how his teeth pressed together, how his neck would tense and his neck veins would show through his sweaty skin, his eyebrows united in excitement .

You continued sucking and touching his member while he undid the knot of his tie and tossed it aside on the couch.

Joel leaned over to you, pulled his testicles out of your mouth, and grabbed you by your armpits to pull you up.

"I don't want to come in your mouth honey, I need to do it inside you" as he told you that he placed you on his lap, each leg on one side of his hip.

You were wearing a shortboard skirt, so he had easy access to your underwear. With his hands he pulled your skirt up until it folded up to your back, and with both hands he pulled your panties down. You lifted one leg so you could pull it out of your panties and leave them hanging by just one.

He slid his right hand between your legs so he could caress your clit that ached for attention. You moaned at the touch of his calloused fingers on your soft skin. You were so wet that you could feel the remnants of your wetness on your inner thighs.

"Hell sweetheart, does this tight pussy cry for attention?"

You suppressed your moans by biting your lip as you looked straight into his eyes, the only thing you could see in them was your reflection as his eyes were darker than they were, you could see how he needed this as much as you did.

"Just fuck me please," the words came squinting from your lips as little whimpers followed.

Without telling you, he placed you on top of his cock, you felt how he guided the tip in your entrance making you sigh, without further do, he entered you suddenly. You let out a loud moan that caused you to bend over and bite his shoulder so you could silence your scream.

He began to move and penetrate you tightly while holding you firmly by the hips. Your breasts were a few inches from his face, practically bouncing off his chin. The place became a sauna of sweat, moans and gasping breaths from both of you. You straightened up so that you could take control of the situation, seeing your action he let you take control and ride him.

He looked so good from above, you could feel the firmness of his hands, as they traveled from your breasts, to your hips, waist and buttocks squeezing them firmly, he spanked you to encourage you.

"You're so good, God you look so beautiful from here," he said in a voice choked from lack of breath as he approached your breasts and kissed them over the fabric biting a little over the top.

"Shit" you couldn't control your moans, the more you felt your orgasm build, as you watched the gestures on his face, the way his neck tightened, your hands on his hair, on his face as you leaned in to kiss him. A deep kiss that led him to stick you to his chest, hold you in place and penetrate you hard.

His balls bounced off your ass, echoing around the room as it mingled with your whining between his lips.

"I'm coming Joel" his name came out mostly in the form of a moan

"Come on baby, let me hear ya"

Your orgasm hit you hard, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan that echoed through the room, whining coming out of your lips as joel penetrated you mercilessly. Joel's moans were present as he kept pace with his lunges. From one moment to the next you could feel his movements losing pace as moans came out of the back of his throat.

You knew he was about to end when the sound of an engine came through the entrance. You froze, you knew it was his wife, you looked at him and he had his eyes closed as he penetrated you, you knew he was concentrating because he heard him too.

"Joel," your voice cracked from the friction your was receiving.

The grip of his hands around your hips intensified as he opened his eyes and looked at you, his movements were slowing down but you could see through his eyes how he was collapsing little by little.

It wasn't enough a couple more thrusts and the sound of a car door closed, so that he came down hard inside you, silencing his moan on your lips as he penetrated you deeply a couple more times to empty itself completely into you.

Hearing the keys in the lock, you both got up, you fixed your skirt while he quickly buttoned his pants and shirt. You got away from him by taking your things.

Joel adjusted his hair as his wife's heels echoed across the floor of the house.

You could feel Joel's fluids trickle down your inner thighs. You could feel your cheeks red and hot from all the blood that went down your face, the heat you felt emanating from your body.

His wife thanked you for taking care of Sarah. Before leaving you were saying goodbye to his wife and you turned to look at him, he was behind her a few meters away from you, he smiled at you, but this time it was different, it was a smile you had never seen, your eye contact ended with a wink from him.

You didn't know how the hell you were going to work for them.

You didn't know how you were going to walk into that house every day and see him leave, see him come home from work while you take care of his daughter.

But if you knew anything….. This wouldn't be the last time it would happen

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✯Sturniolos as Half-bloods✯

Goddess version

God version

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Chris would be the son of Aphrodite

Aphrodite is the goddess, of love, beauty, and desire. I think it makes perfect sense for him to be her son. I could see him always wearing some shade of pink (preferably a baby pink), pearl earrings, and just being the most wholesome person ever. He already is wholesome (besides the times when he is being an absolute menace) but it would definitely be elevated. With his mother being the goddess of love and beauty, he would do his best to ensure everyone feels loved and beautiful. Being stationed in camp half-blood, he would give all the girls flowers, brightening up their day and complimenting them on their beauty. When it comes to males, he would hype them up and play cupid, encouraging them to talk to the girls/males they have a crush on.

His cabin is number ten, and I would imagine it to be right by the water, the sun always shining in. His room in the cabin would be white with pink and creme accents. Pink silk bedding, a white desk, and a gold-encrusted mirror. It's no secret that Aphrodite is a bit vain, so he would put a lot of effort into his looks. His hair would sit perfectly, being brushed and combed with a rose-quartz hair tool. His skin would be clear and almost reflective. His lips would never be chapped, tinted softly with a pink lip balm. He would often show off his body, going for swims with the son of Poseiden (Nate possibly) his shirt being off, his abs prominent. A smirk would adorn his face knowing both males and females were fawning over him.

Going on to the desire and sexuality aspect. He knows he's handsome asf and he would use it to his advantage. He would flirt with multiple girls, even managing to get a few in his bed, but it would stop when he meets who he believes is the love of his life. The daughter of Hades.

Aphrodite's animal representation is usually doves and swans. In Chris's case, I think his would be a baby doe.

In the Percy Jackson series, Aphrodite's children didn't have many powers but the one that stands out would be charm speaking, almost like a siren song. Chris would definitely possess this power, being a smooth talker to get who and what he wants. As for a weapon, I could see him having a rose quartz shield paired with a sword, the handle of the sword being gold and white. The shield would be disguised as a ring, and the sword would be in the form of a pearl necklace.

his songs:

" He want lipstick, lipgloss, hickeys too" kiss me more- Doja cat

"Drop of a hat she's as willing as ,playful as a pussy cat" killer queen- queen (i like the 5sos version)

"i was made for lovin you baby and you were made for loving me" I was made for loving you-kiss

can't lie, all I was thinking about while writing Chris's part was @gamermattsgf fic silk ribbons 😭

Matt would be the son of Demeter

Demeter is the goddess of agriculture/harvest. Considering Matt has been the designated driver, does the laundry, and is labeled the navigator, I feel like this suits him. Agriculture is very important and tbh, without it, nothing in the world would work. I could see him always wearing jeans or overalls (barking at the thought of him wearing overalls omfg), he would wear a wife beater or a simple black t-shirt (preferably cropped teehee). He always would have his horse chain on, never taking it off, even when he's getting his hands dirty. Matt's quiet so I feel like that would carry on into the halfblood universe. He would stay near his cabin unless he was training or cooking in the camp kitchen. He would talk to a few people but would mostly keep to himself.

His cabin is number four, I would imagine it to be located near the back of the camp, close to mountains, and having a lot of land to farm. I would think it would be more of a rustic vibe, very serene. A lot of browns, cremes, with hints of green. A statue of his mother would be perched right in the middle of his backyard. He would sit next to it, offering her grains and cups of water as the sound of nature buzzed around them. Due to his mother being the goddess of harvest, he was in control of the food for the camp. He's basically a farmer. With being a farmer, there are multiple animals, his favorite being the horse. He would have an array of horses, his favorite being a pearl white horse he named Lucky. He would always take hikes along the trails, and teach other half-bloods how to care for the horses and how to ride them as well.

I could see him having a crush on Poesiden's daughter. It would be a beautiful relationship, after all, you cant grow plants or food without water.

In the Percy Jackson series, Demeter's children did possess powers. The ones I feel Matt would possess would be enhanced growth, (manipulate plant growth which would come in handy during battle.. He would also possess the power to manipulate seasons. It wouldn't be anything crazy, but he could make the temperature rise or fall drastically. His weapon of choice would definitely be a lasso, made with a golden thread. He would definitely ride on a horse, Lucky being the horse in question. The lasso would be disguised as the chain to his horse necklace, and the horse pendant itself would be Lucky.

Demeter's animal representation is usually a snake, pig, turtle doves, and a screech owl. The horse was also mentioned due to Poseiden creating the horse as a form of affection for Demeter. For Matt, I know for a fact his animal would be a horse (like I said multiple times) and a dog. Since I do think his love choice would be the daughter of Poseidon, he would gift her a horse.

His songs:

"I climbed a mountain and I turned around, and saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills" Landslide-fleetwood mac

"The dog days are over, the dog days are over. Can you hear the horses? Cause here they come." dog days are over- florence + the machine

"I've been searching for a trail to follow again, take me back to the night we met." the night we met- lord heron.

Nick would be the son of Athena

Athena is the goddess of war, wisdom, and craft. It's no secret Nick loves the idea of wielding a sword in a horse-drawn chariot, so this is perfect for him! He would always wear reds, golds, and black. I can deff see him wearing black docs for training, as well as jeans and some type of long sleeve. His attitude is very fierce, and he has a slick mouth. With his slick mouth comes wisdom, he's just very harsh with it. He is definitely the best fighter in the camp, being labeled as the winner and leader. I wouldn't say he was always looking for a fight but, he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

With his cabin being number six, I would think it's located near the training center of the camp. Lots of dirt and mud trails, and weapons being thrown across the front of the cabin. His room would have wooden flooring, with a four-post bed. The bedding would be plain white sheets with red satin pillowcases and a big red blanket. A bust of his mother would sit on his nightstand, a blade perched next to it. With fighting being in his blood, I could see multiple shields and swords in the bedroom as well, maybe some mounted on the walls.

As far as relationships go, he would want someone who is equally as skilled in fighting and can handle his mouth. With that being said, he would deff have his eyes on the son of Apollo. His archery skills and knowledge would captivate Nick.

In the Percy Jackson series, Athena's kids didn't have powers, they just had really good intelligence and fighting skills, as well as craftsmanship. Nick would have very good craftsmanship, constantly fixing things for people in camp half-blood, building buildings, etc. I also think he would be the one to come up with battle strategies during dire situations. His choice of weapon would switch between a sword and a staff. The sword and staff would be much like the son of Poseidon's, disguised as a pen. His staff would be disguised as a ring as well, throwing it up into the air and catching it in a dramatic yet impressive fashion. A horse-drawn chariot wouldn't be possible, so he does take one of Matt's horses instead.

Athena's animal representation is an owl. Despite Nick's fear of birds in real life, I do think he would take after his mother with the owl. The owl would alert him when there is danger near , and guide him in battle.

His songs:

"If it makes me a king, a star in your eyes" all for us- labyrinth

"And if you complain once more, you'll meet an army of me" army of me- Bjork

"And I had a thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition, kinda shocking, they want static with precision." enemy- imagine dragons

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im in love with this!!!! im deff going to do a version for the gods!!!

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echoes

joe burrow x og!c

part: 1/?

warnings: cheating, implied sex but nothing explicit, pregnancy (?) ANGST

"Cinnicinatti Bengals Quarterback Joe Burrow and Model Designer and Wife Kendall Carter broke off their marriage after 7 years. The couple welcomed their first and only child Natalie Burrow-Carter four years ago.

There has been no comment or statement made by his reps but a close source to the couple shared that the breakup was amicable and that their priority is their daughter."

When the announcement hit the news the only thing on Kendall´s mind was her daughter, she was a beautiful reminder of the love she and Joe had for the time they were together. And Natalie adored their parents, she was the happiest kid when she would accompany her mom to work and cheer for her dad every weekend of the season. Telling her they wouldn´t live together anymore broke Kendall´s heart in a way she didn´t know was possible.

"So Daddy won´t drive me to school anymore? " Natalie said looking up at her daddy as he turned to see his soon-to-be ex-wife, "He will baby, it will only be a few times a week my love " Kendall stopped and place her hand on her heart "I want you to know that we love you and we will always love you" she said with tears on her eyes and gulping "On the bright said you will have two Christmas" Joe said excitedly and held her daughter as she laughed, Joe took her out for ice cream and Kendall took a shower.

Being by herself made her heart race and her stomach hurt, she hated Joe, the breakup wasn´t amicable, it was the worst heartbreak she had ever gone through, she cried herself to sleep constantly on an empty bed, holding the pillow where he used to lay his head. He slept in the guest room, had dinner when she was asleep, and took showers when she wasn´t home.

Every corner of that house was haunted, filled with memories and his laughter, his scent, significant moments, and then also screams and anger. Dinners were eaten my themselves and luggage was never unpacked, the shirts she wore once after making love were back in his side on the closet, washed and smelling like detergent, it no longer smelled like Joe´s cologne or her favorite VS body spray she used to wear at home because she knew he loved it.

She hated that, she was always scared of falling in love, her parents got divorced when she was twelve years old, old enough to realize love wasn´t meant to last, she hated the thought of Natalie feeling that way, she knew love existed, their daughter was proof of that.

"I talked to my lawyers, and they will contact yours soon, you can keep this house and the holiday house in Rhode Island," he said as Kendall was in her closet,

Joe wasn´t brave enough to admit when he stopped loving her, he met someone new on one of his trips to New York, she was two years younger than him, a smart-looking woman who he met at a coffee shop, he couldn´t take his eyes off her. He then found out she worked at the NFL and followed her on social media. The first time Kendall and he had sex after the trip, he was picturing Jaqueline or Jackie as he used to call her now.

With every kiss she was giving him, Joe pictured her, when Kendall was giving him the greatest head of his life, he couldn't stop imagining the lips around his cock were from a woman who wasn't his wife, when he was licking her, he wondered how she would taste, .

He knew it was wrong, he was married, had a kid, and a family he wanted to span, Kendall didn´t want a baby right away, she knew she needed to go back to work, and having a baby wouldn´t be the smartest option at the time.

"I haven´t had that great sex in forever, I bought you a new piece of lingerie I can´t wait to see you on. Love you baby see you in a week"

Kendall broke down crying when she saw the message being sent from her husband's phone, she couldn´t believe it. Natalie was dropped off at her grandparent's house with a lame excuse and Kendall waited for Joe sitting on their bed

"Honey I'm home" Joe yelled from downstairs but she didn´t hear him "Where´s Natalie? What´s with the box?" he asked "How long have you been fucking Jaqueline or do you prefer me calling her Jackie or baby? Tell me, Joe, how do you prefer me to call her?” she said with her heart racing and watery eyes, but she wasn´t sad she was mad, she was angry, and she need him to feel the way she felt.

"How long Joe?" She screamed and he was pale as a ghost, words wouldn´t come out of his mouth. "If you don´t tell me how long you have been having this little adventure I swear to god I will make sure you will never come near Natalie anymore" she stated looking at him in a way he had never seen her before.

"Baby please listen to me" he tried to grab her arm but she quickly brushed it off and fought the urge to spit him in the face she said, "Don´t you dare touch me once in your life again or call me baby again".

Joe sighed, "I have seen her for the last two months, I never intended to cheat on you I swear baby" She slapped him, and he started to cry "You have the nerve to cry?" she chuckled "Joe you destroyed our family, you cheated on me and while you were sleeping with that slut I was here, taking care of our daughter, putting my career on hold just because I loved you enough to support you through your career, I was stupid oh my God" she put her hand on her forehead, "I can´t believe I even had this planned this is so stupid" she threw him the box that was next to her on the bed, a pregnancy test, a positive pregnancy test.

Truth be told, Kendall wanted a baby, she hoped it would be a boy, and she was a bit jealous of how much Natalie looked like her dad, Joe could be a cheater, but at least he was a good father to her kid. She fantasized constantly about how their family would be. This would be her last baby, she would go back to work in the clothing company she worked so hard to develop and Joe would win a few more rings, they would be a happy family and eventually move out of the spotlight.

She found out she was pregnant when Joe was away for a game and it made her sick to her stomach that while she was creating life, he was sleeping with another woman. She found out about the cheating three weeks later, and she was angry, pissed, and insanely heartsick, it was almost Thanksgiving and she planned on giving Joe the surprise that weekend, then a month later, telling Natalie on Christmas day, that dream was crumbled.

"How long have you been pregnant?" Joe said excitedly, "Babe this is the greatest news of my life he said trying to hug her and she took a step back "How do you have the nerve to be like this?" she had steady breathing "You tore this up Joe, you ruined our family and" she stutters "You haven´t even apologized, you became self-center and arrogant"

"Ken if you give me one more chance I promise I will change, I will cut any relation I have with her" he had slumped shoulders, and she didn't say a word "Any relation I had with her was purely sexual, you´re the only woman I love"

Kendall had her arms wrapping around her body "So that makes it better" "No, it doesn´t I know it doesn´t but I can go to therapy and work that there, you can have my phone all the time and go through it whenever you want" Kendall chuckled "I don´t want you near this place until we come to an agreement, if you want to see Natalie you can pick her up at school and go to your parent´s house to be with her" she went to bathroom and cried until she heard Joe leave the house.

That was three months ago, she was 5 months into her pregnancy and her baby was growing healthy, she saw Joe every now and then, the season was over, the Bengals won the super bowl and as much as Joe showed he was happy that night, he could only think of the woman he lost and the family he missed so dearly.

He constantly wondered how their life would look like if he hadn´t messed up things, he hated himself, he hated that he wasn´t close to his daughter anymore, and he was grieving that he hadn´t seen his baby, Kendall told him she didn´t want him to go with her to the check-ups, "Well Joe you fucked up honey I don´t know what you want me to say" his mom said staring at him and her son was crying, he seemed awful but at least he was happy that Natalie was staying with him over the weekend.

"Daddy!" Natalie screamed and Joe felt full again, he knew she would eventually know the truth and he deep down knew his children would hate him for it, he would hate his dad if he ever cheated on his mom, and the pure thought of Natalie and baby Burrow hating him broke his heart. He knew he deserved it, he knew he fucked up and he was sorry.

That evening they went to a mall to Build-a-bear, Joe took her telling her that it would be a nice gesture for her baby brother, she was extremely happy with the news, she loved the idea of being a big sister.

"I want that one daddy" She pointed to the classic teddy bear, he grabbed it and went on to fill it, he knew these moments wouldn't last forever and he was scared of his baby girl growing up. When Kendall told him she was pregnant, he was over the moon, Natalie was a copy of him, she had her mom´s brown hair but her dad's blue orbits. When she was born Joe made the promise to always protect her, care for her and guard her dreams, he was mad at himself now because he knew he fucked that promise, his baby would eventually get her heart broken by a guy, and he was sure she would hate him for what he did to her mom.

"Are you excited for your brother to come home, honey?" Joe said with Natalie in his arms as she was eating an ice cream cone "Yes, but I'm more excited to come and buy Mat clothes" They made the agreement of coming to buy clothes for her teddy bear once the baby was born "Mat? Where you got that name from" he chuckled as he put her on the car seat "That´s the name of mommy´s friend, he´s very nice, look" she showed him a bracelet "CARTER".

He felt his blood boil, Mommy´s new friend? Was he spending time with his daughter, was he bringing Kendall late-night pregnancy cravings? He drove Natalie to her mom´s house. He passed a Trader Joe´s and bought Kendall flowers, "Which one do you think mommy would like?" he asked Natalie, she pointed to the pink ones,

Hoping to come to clarity on who that man was. He parked his car in the driveway, rang the door, and hope to see the love of his life, Kendall opened the door, and the smile she had dropped when she saw Joe,

"What are you doing here? You know your mom is supposed to bring Natalie when you hang with her" Kendall took her daughter from her dad´s fathers arms, she was fast asleep, "I know but I really want to talk to you, I want to see how the baby is doing, how are you doing?" Kendall was a pathological people pleaser, and unfortunately for her Joe knew that, he knew she would´t reject him, and deep down Kendall knew the same thing, she was glad her children´s dad was present in their lives and every month when she got ready for her check-ups she wished Joe would go with her; when Natalie was on the way, she was the happiest she had ever been, she loved this baby nonetheless but it pained her to know her son wouldn't experience having a "normal" family, however, that was Joe´s fault's, not hers.

She moved out of the way and he walked inside, Kendall was going upstairs to put Natie to sleep but she was too heavy for her, carrying a baby and her big baby was something she stopped doing a few weeks ago.

"Can you carry her upstairs? I can´t lift her anymore" She turned to see Joe and he quickly brought her back to his arms, he made his way upstairs and Natalie went behind him, when both of them entered their daughter's room a sense of nostalgia filled the air, a longing to have his family back took over Joe's body, to return home and share his life with his love.

Natalie woke up as Joe tucked her in "Can you stay here tonight Daddy? I promise I will eat all my veggies tomorrow" Natalie said with her little sleepy eyes, he didn´t know what to do, he kissed her daughter on her forehead and Kendall stared at them with eyes that once were full of love.

As they made their way out of Natie´s room Joe looked at her with puppy eyes "You can stay here tonight, in the guest room but you have to leave tomorrow evening because I can´t risk Natalie having the hope that you will come back to live here"

a/n: hello everyone! i know i have been mia but i´ve had the biggest writer´s block, this idea came to me yesterday night and i couldn´t stop writing. I hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

special thanks to @cowboyburrow for encouraging me to post this, i appreciate her opinions and feedbacks and i LOVE her stories :)

#joe burrow #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow angst #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x ogc #joe burrow echoes

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Hi if its ok to ask for a hc with the hetalia guys

What if they have a s/o whos a fashion student/designer who dose elegant, modern and femenine looks and also likes sketching to stress relif . Hope its not confusing ^^' and love the hc and stories you make with the hetalia characters

Whenever reading luds its fun

(Allies + Italy X Reader) Fashionista, artistic S/O!

(Feminine) Headcanons ~ A/N didnt do germany n japan bcs they would be like ok 👍love u. Do ur thing and thats it jskhkjj. req that seperately ig

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Thank god you’re around because otherwise, Alfred would walk outside in neon shorts, a novelty t-shirt, and sandals with socks. Luckily he has deep pockets, so the two of you can go on shopping sprees together all the time. He’ll wear whatever you tell him to, just make sure he doesn’t buy another pair of pizza pants.

He does love how feminine you are though. As much as he hates to admit it, he internalized a lot of 50s ideals. It’s always been his fantasy to have a ladylike wife, someone who can smooth his rough edges, someone graceful and caring. Once he realised you exemplify those traits, he had to have you.

Your hobbies are the exact opposite of his, but he’s always happy to listen and support your interests. Any art you do, regardless of how much you like it, is ending up framed on the wall, too.

Arthur cares quite a lot about fashion, too! Although his tastes are a bit vintage and very conservative. He’d be very interested in your studies, every time you get home, he’ll ask you a million and one questions about the newest developments. And if you make your own clothes, he’ll pull some strings to get you your own studio. After all, what kind of idiot wouldn’t support the future head of the fashion industry?

He loves how elegant you are, too. He’s always been attracted to ultra-femininity, so your indulgences in that part of yourself always excite him. It’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off you when you wear those cute dresses…

He’s also always had a thing for femme fatales, but you didn’t hear it from me…

Oh, mon Dieu! You’re the perfect partner for Francis! He’s absolutely over the moon about having an artistic S/O! He wants to see all of your work, everything you’re studying, and everything you want to make! All your thoughts, your ideas, your aspirations, he wants to know all of it. There’s nothing better for creativity than in-depth discussions, right?

One annoying thing though, is just that… he really loves your work. So he is constantly requesting that you make more. It’s very motivating when you’re going through art block, but… it’s not like you can design all of his clothes! Of course, since he’s also very skilled in that area, he’s very willing to help you whenever possible though. You need fabric? Your machine broke? Just need a second pair of eyes? He’s there. (And his advice is usually pretty good!)

Definitely gonna take you on a lot of dates to art museums and the like.

Well, Yao has never been that big into fashion… but nowadays his people are really getting into it. Now that he has you, you can make sure no one calls him lame and outdated! (And then he gets to spoil you with clothes you love along the way. Win-win!) With your guidance, everyone will finally envy him and his beautiful wife again. Wait- Sorry, he constantly forgets you two aren’t married yet.

He’d love to work side by side with you. He has very different artistic pursuits, but spending that kind of time together is always nice. Both of you lost in your own little worlds with the only words being exchanged being occasional compliments. He’s really latched onto your own ways to relieve stress…

Also, because of how graceful and elegant you are, he’s like… obsessed with you. He thinks of you as some kind of goddess, and he’s always trying to please you to make up for how lucky he feels.

Oh, how cute! He absolutely adores your work! While you’re busy designing and sewing, he loves bringing you little snacks and drinks while you're busy- he doesn’t wanna interrupt, really… he just can’t resist getting a little peak at whatever you’re working on. Whatever it is, he’s proud of you!

Since you like sketching to relax, he often takes you out to beautiful places. Whenever you’re stressed, or upset, or scared, he’s throwing you over his shoulder with your sketchbook and bringing you to a flower field. Maybe he’ll even start drawing himself! Although, you’re basically the only thing that inspires him.

Although he isn’t usually very attracted to ultra femininity, there’s something so pure about you that constantly makes him fall more and more in love. You’re like his sister, but not unstable and homicidal. And not his sister.

A fashion student? Well, you’ve come to the best! Not him, exactly, he dresses like someone you’d see on r/peopleofwalmart, but his country at least. He could probably even get government loans for you to buy as much fabric as you need. And if you need a model, he’s been told he’s very average.

He would be able to help with your sketching, though. His classical training isn’t usually something that can be easily passed on, but he’s very willing to sit down and teach you anything you want. If you’re not as serious though, he respects that. Leaves more opportunity for him to be the one sketching you.

Your femininity is what drew him to you in the first place. He’s never been able to resist pretty people, and seeing how you carried yourself… and what you wore… it’s a wonder you two are dating now considering his accidentally creepy introduction.

#ignore the reddit reference im sorry #it was just very specific #heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #arthur tag #ivan tag <3 #alfred tag #aph england x reader #aph russia x reader #hws england x reader #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #aph france x reader #hws france x reader #francis tag #hws china x reader #hws russia x reader #aph china x reader #yao tag #feliciano tag #aph italy x reader #hws italy x reader

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Here's a little snippet from my upcoming Kristanna Valentine's Day fic!

She Holds a Candle (T)

Kristoff twists his hands on the steering wheel as he glares at the hearts and cupids sprinkled across the brightly colored Oaken’s Bath & Sauna Works signs. He might have said they were cute if they weren’t specifically designed to take advantage of people who don’t know any better.

Kristoff knows better, though, and he knows that as soon as he walks in the door, at least one beautiful salesperson will descend upon him and try to convince him he should go home with more than he came in for. Maybe they even believe the lie that buying more saves money.

He rolls his eyes as he steps out of the truck. Unfortunately, he’d been there before, and since he got divorced a few years ago, he never had any intention of going back.

But Valentine’s Day is a few days away and his daughter Stephanie’s giant heart is broken. Apparently, the boy she liked didn't feel like it was enough just to turn her down; he had to tell everyone at school that her voice slipped into falsetto when she asked him to the dance.

Kristoff wants to clobber that asshole for making her feel ashamed of being who she is. Not to mention Kristoff had spent about $350 on new clothes for Christmas that she now won’t wear.

She came out as trans right around the time Kristoff's ex-wife left, but she’d only just started dressing like a girl the past couple of months. And now she’s back to wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts; no more flower hair clips and heart earrings. And she's barely spoken in days.

It’s not like Kristoff knows anything about raising a girl; it would have been nice if his ex-wife had stuck around to help Stephanie with those kinds of things. She should have been teaching her how to style her hair and paint her toenails. But Lisa's timing was the worst, and even though Stephanie never mentions it, he knows she misses having a mom.

One thing Kristoff did learn from Lisa was that Oaken’s Bath & Sauna Works is the best place to get girly things that are more symbolic than useful. And that’s what Kristoff needs: a token to show Stephanie that she’ll always be his little girl.

And if it means wading through the sea of Oaken's sirens wearing green aprons, he’ll do it.

💕💕💕

A nauseating mix of scents assaults Kristoff’s nose as soon as he walks in, and a cheerful woman shouts, “Welcome in!”

Kristoff searches for the disembodied voice just so he can avoid it.

“We’re having a Valentine’s Day sale today! Buy three full-size body care items, get three free!”

Kristoff stares at her pink freckled face, with ginger hair tied into braids hanging loosely in front of her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes set his stomach in knots, which only tighten when she blinks.

It's worse when he looks down. Her apron is tied just in the right place to emphasize her figure, but it's the tiny sparkly rainbow that catches his attention.

Kristoff lifts his eyes quickly and she smiles sweetly. “Can I help you find something special today?”

How many people have gone home with bags of wasted products because she smiled at them like that?

“I’m good.”

"Well, I'm Anna! Let me know if you have any questions."

He thumbs his nose as he walks around her, not even bothering with the basket she offers him.

💕💕💕

Special thank you to @livseses for their help with this! 💕

#frozen #frozen fanfic #kristanna #kristanna fanfic #wip wednesday #she holds a candle #seriously i'm so excited for this fic

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The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1685

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 13

The dress comes, it doesn't quite fit right, it’s too long and the bust area is too big. You start to panic.

“My mother has a seamstress on staff, I will call her.” He's on the phone before you can stop him and your heart starts pounding. He leaves the room to speak to her, leaving you to stew in your own nervousness. Surely you won’t have to meet his mother? It will just be the seamstress? Shit.

“They are coming over in an hour,” he announces.

“They?” you gulp.

“Mother is coming. She wants to meet you,” he says, as if it’s nothing, as if you haven’t almost just lost your lunch with fear.

“OK,” nerves are coursing through you and no more words are forming.

The elevator pings an hour later and out strides Aslaug and an equally elegant woman with a pull-along case dragging behind her.

“Ivar, darling,” she pulls him for a hug.

“Mother, I would like you to meet Y/N,” he pulls his mother to you and you can see her run her eyes over you. You wish you had changed out of the short leather skirt and tucked in Nirvana t shirt before she got here, You suddenly feel like an imposter in her presence, like you don’t belong here at all.

“My dear, lovely to meet you,” she shakes your hand. “Esmé, shall we go into Ivars bedroom and get this dress fitted?”

You follow her into his room and Esmé is opening the case of her tools.

“Hi Esmé, thanks so much for doing this, the dress is too long and it’s a bit roomy around my boobs,” your head whips to Aslaug when you say ‘boobs’, is there an acceptable way to mention your tits in front of your boyfriends mother you met twenty seconds earlier?

“That is an issue I always have as well, Y/N,” Aslaug smiles at you briefly.

“So, which designer are you wearing?” Esmé asks you. “Some are easier to alter than others.”

“Oh, it’s not a high end designer, I sourced it from a supplier I use for my shop,” you tell her, walking over to Ivars en-suite where you have hung it on the back of the door.

“Oh! Ok, let me see it then,” Esmé says, you can tell she is a little shocked at your words.

You bring it out and hold it up for them to see, you slowly turn it around for them to see the back.

“Got it!” Esmé says excitedly, “we might also want to make sure the fabric near your bum is snug, don’t want anything on show when you sit down.”

“Oh god I hadn’t even thought of that,” you say with a worried look on your face.

“Don’t worry, will we make it fit like a glove,” she gives you a tiny wink.

“It’s rather plain.” Aslaug says suddenly, eyes on you waiting for an answer.

“Oh, yes it is, I suppose. The back is quite dramatic. It’s totally my style though,” you answered awkwardly.

“What you are wearing now isn’t plain,” she looks at you, but her face is totally neutral.

You can’t read her. Is she just making a statement? Is she being rude?

“Well, Mrs Lothbrok. This is the first time I’ve been to an event like this. I want to wear something that I am totally comfortable in as, honestly, I’m pretty nervous about the whole thing, I’m worried I will mess up in some way, that I will embarrass Ivar. If I am wearing something I love it will be one less thing for me to be stressed out about,” you tell her honestly.

She nods slowly, eyes not leaving you.

Esmé breaks the exchange. “Let's get you into it and we will see what we are working with.” She leads you into the bathroom, closing the door. You turn to face her, you don’t say anything, but your face must have an expression of fear on it. She walks to you, runs her hands up your arms in a comforting way and whispers “you handled it well. She appreciates candour.” You give her an appreciative smile.

“Right!” Esme says in a breezy loud voice, “put it on.”

When it’s on you both leave the bathroom and walk to the full length mirror. Esmé takes out her step and has you stand on it as she surveys the length.

“Y/N, I’ve got some shoes that would be perfect with that dress if you would like to borrow them?” Aslaug offers, “Ivar told me the colour of your dress and we are the same shoe size so I’ve bought some with me, he said you hadn’t found any yet.” Her face is almost hopeful.

“Thank you, that’s very kind Mrs Lothbrok, my heel collection isn’t big and I don’t think boots or Nikes go with this attire,” you joke. You see her smile as she pulls out some beautiful black stilettos with a line of sparkly stones running over them.

“These I think. Do you like them?” She walks over with them in her hands. You can see the name of the designer inside and your eyes widen, knowing how much the cost.

“They are beautiful, Mrs Lothbrok, thank you. I will take very good care of them.” Your eyes don’t leave them.

“Please, call me Aslaug.” Your eyes meet hers and you smile and nod.

“Aslaug. Thank you.”

You slip the heels on and Esmé sets about her work as you and Aslaug chat about your shop and, of course, Ivar. Your face lights up when you talk about him and you can see it pleases her.

When the dress is pinned in place you turn to the mirror to give yourself the once over. Esmé has worked wonders. It looks sensational on you, it’s like she’s waved a magic wand and made you look ten times better than you usually do.

“Jesus, Esmé. You are amazing, look at it!” Esmé laughs at you.

“Now we have the task of getting it off you without stabbing you with any of the pins. I will only need a couple of days for the actual alterations, shall I drop it back here when I’m finished?”

“No, I will come and get it from you, I don’t think your place is too far from my shop so I’ll give you my number, just text me when it’s ready and I will pick it up.” You smile at her. “Thank you so much, I’m so happy with it.”

“You do look radiant in it, Y/N. I take back my comment about it being plain. It’s classic.” Aslaug nods at you. “Jewellery?” She asks, eyebrows raised.

“Sorted, my best friend is a jeweller and she’s making me something special,” you reply.

“Thank you for hooking me up with Esmé and the beautiful shoes. It’s much appreciated,” you smile at her.

You all head towards the door of the bedroom when you get a sudden burst of bravery.

“Aslaug, can I talk to you alone for a minute?” You smile at Esmé who leaves the room quickly.

“I just wanted to address this ‘‘gold digging’ title I’ve been graciously bestowed by the media,” you say awkwardly, your heart is beating so hard you think it might bust out through your chest, you are wringing your hands together.

“I want to assure you that I am not that. I have never taken anything from Ivar, and I have no interest in his money. I own my own shop, I do alright for myself, I have a strong work ethic and I’m not with him for any other reason than I’m very much in love with him.” You take a massive, steadying breath.

“I know dear, he has told me all about you. Endlessly.” She laughs. “I know that you took him to task over the bracelet he tried to give you. I’m aware you don’t like material things,” she says slowly.

“I like nice things, Aslaug, I just like them better when I’ve worked hard for them and can buy them for myself, that’s what I’ve always done and that isn’t going to change just because my boyfriend is successful.” You shrug. Her eyes narrow at your words.

“There’s no harm in letting the man you love spoil you a bit though, Y/N,” she whispers with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Without wanting to sound like a chess ball, I prefer it when he spoils me with attention and affection. I just hope you understand that I don’t need him. I want him.” You reply. You can see on her face she approves of your response.

“I appreciate how upfront you are, Y/N. Ivar is a brilliant judge of character, and he trusts you completely and therefore so do I,” she tells you and you nod quickly.

You both see them out to the elevator and when the doors shut you feel all the tension leave you.

“So how did it go?” Ivar asks excitedly.

“I’m not really sure if your mother likes me or not,” you grumble.

“Of course she does, I heard her use the word radiant, she’s not free and easy with compliments.”

You notice his gait is more laboured than usual as he comes toward you for a kiss.

“Ivar, please tell me you didn’t spend the whole time I was with your mother pacing the apartment? You are in pain, I can see it.” You hold his hand frowning at him.

“Not the whole time…” he looks at you with puppy dog eyes, trying to avoid a telling off. You tut at him.

“Go and sit down, I will get your medicine.” You walk back into his bedroom to get the tablets he needs. You head back out to the living room and see him lying on the couch.

“Will you rub my legs, please?” he asks tentatively. He’s always shy about asking for this. You smile at him, hand him his pills and a drink and get into position.

“Anytime.”

Chapter 14

#modern ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #modern vikings #vikings au #vikings modern au #ivar fanfic #modern!au #vikings #ivar vikings #ivar smut #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #vikings ivar #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar #ivar x y/n #ivar x you #ivar fluff #modern ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #ubbe fanfiction #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe imagine #ubbe x you #ubbe x reader #aslaug

[sukablatnahui]

Okay guys, in the last vote everyone voted for Barbara, because in fact she is much more popular than Ly and she is known to most people who may have joined the Rayman fandom when the game Rayman Origins and Rayman Legends came out, but not a fact. So..... Here is your Barbara if she were in the animated series Captain laserhawk:

..... Yes..... The design is not the best and in my head it was much better. I apologize to everyone that someone didn’t like her image, with that white robe and glasses. However, I at least tried to come up with reasons why she looks like this. I will write only facts, since unfortunately I didn’t draw any drawings or even sketches, sorry. If I have the desire, I’ll probably draw something, but for now, no.

Let's start with who she is by blood, what her character is and who her parents are. In fact, in the canon of the game based on Rayman legends, Barbara was a Barbarian princess, but most likely she is more reminiscent of some Viking who travels to all sorts of islands and brings something from the country to her homeland. Plus, as I read information from the Internet, the Vikings used to live in Sweden, Denmark and Norway. So I decided that Barbara would be a very distant great-granddaughter of the Vikings. By nature, she is a rather cheerful girl, optimistic and can also be quite stubborn and it happens that she does everything in her own way, she also often jokes and sometimes swears.She usually wears the clothes shown in the picture, but sometimes she also wears other clothes, such as just a T-shirt with shorts or a sweater with pants.

So, she used to have a father who was just a kind, jock, red-haired man who wanted to raise his daughter with his wife, and Barbara was raised by him for the first 3 years, but unfortunately, the biological father died in a car accident. (Unfortunately, Barbara currently does not remember her biological father very well, only that he was, in principle, a good person). However, then the mother married another man and this man became a stepfather for little Barbora. He was very different from his biological father in that he was not too big, he had regular black short hair, just a slender body, and he also wore a white robe and round glasses.But even despite this, the stepfather became a very good father for the girl, whom Barbara got used to and loved very much. He worked as a scientist, so Barbara was a little interested in science. My stepfather and Barbora were inseparable, even though they were very different in character, they were always there for each other and always helped until, unfortunately, there was one fatal incident. On Father's Day, 15-year-old Barbara was at her stepfather's work where he worked in the laboratory. They spent time together as usual until terrorism occurred where a bomb was about to explode. To save his daughter, the stepfather sacrificed himself and gave his daughter the parachute that he found, put it on her and said that he loves her and will always be with her,he threw it out of the window and exploded along with the building. Barbara fortunately survived because she had a parachute with her and fortunately her stepfather quickly explained to her that she should pull the rope. However, the loss of her non-biological father greatly shook her psyche. After that, in order not to forget her stepfather, she began to wear the same glasses that her stepfather wore, and a white robe.

Facts:

Barbara is interested in her past ancestors and studies the history of the Vikings. Her family also has a very ancient Viking ax which she still keeps to this day.

She wears glasses not only because this is how she remembers her father, but because of her not very good eyesight. Of course, she sometimes uses lenses, but it is very difficult for her to put them on and take them out, so it is easier for her to put on glasses than to put on lenses.

She has her own car which is a repainted small ambulance with a Viking theme. Inside there is a table with a chair and many computers attached to the wall of the car. There is also a sofa with safety belts and a kitchen table. She usually drives her car normally, but when you are chasing her or need to get somewhere quickly, she is like the Flash, racing at the speed of light and doing all sorts of impossible stunts in her car.

Although the girl is bisexual, she is most attracted to women, especially milfs. And in principle, she likes men and women who are about 30 years old and they are people with experience. For her, an experienced couple is better than someone who is as inexperienced in relationships as she is.

She is also missing one tooth due to the fact that this tooth was already a molar and she knocked it out in a fight as a child. That's why it doesn't grow with her

It happens that she jokes about moms, especially the joke “YOUR MOM IS FANTASTIC BLYAT, IN STOCKINGS AND A BIKINI IN THE SAUNA SHE IS FANTASTIC” (This joke is taken from the Russian meme about Taxi Driver Ashot) However, this is not very often only in extreme cases when a complete fucked up, and in general we condemn jokes about moms

She also just loves to read and look at fashion magazines with clothes, because, as Barbara thinks, there are very beautiful women in very beautiful outfits and suits. She really likes them and is a fan of one model who is even familiar with Rayman. But more on that later

#rayman laserhawk #art #digital art #digital fanart #rayman captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk #rayman barbara #barbara

[purpledogcreations]

The Aftons (Our Version)

Dog and Purple

All art commissioned from @/scarabeesoleil on instagram 

William J. Afton, 35 years old, came from an affluent family in London. After marrying Cora Afton, maiden name Cora Schmidt, at age 18, both of them immigrated to the United States where uh- he went to Brown University, majoring in Engineering and minoring in Business. Although from the outside he may appear to be a perfectly normal and doting father to his 3 children and a devoted husband to his wife, behind closed doors William is far from the loving and caring man he portrays himself to be.

1. Initially, I didn’t want William to be wearing purple, but after consulting with an artist friend and sending her this rough plan for his outfit, she changed it to purple and I figured well…it is his staple color.

2. William’s whole deal is that he’s sorta cosplaying the working class. William is rich, but in a small town being rich and appearing rich wouldn’t benefit his social status, he wants to appear as approachable and down-to-earth as possible.

3. The apron was a bit of a compromise. William wouldn’t be caught dead in coveralls because he views that as too beneath him, but he can’t go to work wearing a suit and tie because that would sorta wreck the whole “not looking rich” thing he’s going for. So business casual with an apron to keep his outfit clean was what we landed on. And of course, when the apron fails there’s always a change of clothes in the trunk.

4. And as a bonus- here’s his eye color.

Cora Marguerite Afton, 35, was born to a lower-middle-class family in London and is the youngest of 4 daughters. She began dancing ballet at 13 years old and quit before marrying William. She immigrated to the United States with her husband in 1966 and gave birth to her first child in 1971. Cora is used to letting other people make decisions on her behalf but isn’t afraid to argue when she feels something is wrong. She’s a hard-working mother who truly loves her children, but she’s in over her head.

1. For Cora, I didn’t want her to appear very fashionable for the time period. I also wanted her to be in an outfit that covered most of her body. Although this choice for her was more born out of necessity than a desire to be “modest”.

2. Cora’s hair is curly, but her curls aren’t well-maintained, she dry- brushes them out and then doesn’t bother much further with them, she’s far too busy with her children to really take care of herself the way she needs to.

3. O- here’s Cora’s eye color (s). Her eyes are hazel which is a mixture of brown and green.

Michael J. Afton, 12, eldest of the Afton children. Michael isn’t exactly vicious, but he has trouble knowing when he’s gone too far. The apple of his father’s eye, Michael can seemingly do no wrong and gets away with far more than his peers and younger siblings do. Being the favorite/treated the best doesn’t mean he gets treated well, though, and he has taken to bullying and starting fights with his peers and his younger siblings in order to get the attention he desires. When push comes to shove, Michael still loves his younger siblings.

1. We mostly stuck with canon Michael’s appearance with our design, some jorts, and a t-shirt that he’s cut the sleeves off of. Why is it white? Well, he owns more than one t-shirt and he has a habit of cutting the sleeves off of them. He really wants to show off his non-existent muscles.

2. Michael is 5ft which is pretty tall for a 12-year-old, but his dad is 6’2” so he still has a ways to go when it comes to growing.

3. Fun fact: he’s wearing converse if you couldn’t tell already. And here’s his eye color.

Anthony Afton, 8, middle Afton child. Anthony has always been a sweet and sensitive kid, much to his father’s dismay. Still, he wasn’t always this sensitive, and he wasn’t always this prone to clinging to his mother for support. Something happened, something that sent Anthony back a few steps, and something that turned his wild imagination into something he can no longer control.

1. Anthony has a sort of deer-in-the-headlights expression, we wanted him to contrast with the rest of his family who are mostly looking to the side, instead of that he’s staring directly into your soul.

2. I wanted Anthony to look like he’s wearing hand-me-downs. His clothes are sorta baggy and ill-fitted.

3. Anthony’s eye color.

Elizabeth L. Afton, 6, youngest of the Afton children. Elizabeth is a true daddy’s girl, and can often be found tinkering with various stolen scraps of her father’s animatronics. She wants to be just like him when she grows up. But no matter how many little projects she puts together, or how many times she tries practicing his mannerisms in her mirror, she can never quite seem to catch his attention. She just doesn’t know why.

1. Elizabeth is the only Afton kid wearing purple, it’s her favorite color, but initially, we planned for her to be wearing more pink or yellow. I looked up a lot of 80s dress patterns when picking her dress and I had the most fun picking out her outfit, to be honest.

2. Elizabeth is fucking short.

3. Elizabeth’s eyecolor.

You might be asking us “DOG, PURPLE, WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED CANON DESIGNS? THIS IS AN AUDIO DRAMA.” well comrades it’s because we’re going to be using these designs for promo and thumbnail art. That’s why.

Bonus bonus: Here is a height chart. :D

#fnaf audio drama #fnaf #the aftons #the afton family #the afton kids #fivenightsatfreddys #five nights at freddy's #five nights #william afton #cora afton #anthony afton #micheal afton #elizabeth afton #peepaw willy #mrs afton #afton #casting call is pinned #3/5 of the family is casted #beep beep #gay people #it's very gay #all of these people are gay

[alchemil-studio]

Devlog #3 - June 2023

Hello~!

June has ended and with it we have some more updates regarding the progress of Norvale!

As we mentioned in the previous devlog, we’ve finished the initial story draft for the Craft Store route. In this route, Morgan decides to visit the local craft store in search of something that they can pick up as a new hobby. But once they arrive, they find two men arguing in the middle of the street…

NEW CHARACTERS

The designs for the two men, Frank and Kushal, have been completed and we’ve uploaded their character introductions yesterday.

Frank is the father of Louis, one of Morgan’s childhood friends, and the owner of the local toy store that sits across the street from the craft store. He’s someone that comes across rough at first but once you get to know him, he’s a pretty friendly guy. Despite being on good terms with Kushal’s wife Lathika & his daughter Sara, he never seems to get along with Kushal himself and is prone to starting arguments with him over pointless things…

Compared to the initial sketches, his face became a bit more oval compared to the rounder face of the pencil sketches. While making rough designs for his clothes, they were simple like a plain t-shirt and sandals or a sloppily tucked in shirt to go with his rough but friendly personality. But we decided to make him dress a bit neater and added a jacket to his outfit as well to fit the late spring season the story takes place in.

“He decided to head outside for a bit and threw on a jacket, just in case it gets chilly.” is the basic idea behind his final outfit.

Kushal’s design was pretty straightforward. Although looking back, he might’ve lost a bit of the aloofness of the pencil sketch since his features turned softer in the final design.

Kushal is the father of Sara, another one of Morgan’s childhood friends, and the owner of the local craft store. A man of few words and even fewer expressions, his stoicism and blunt words sometimes tend to rub people the wrong way. While he usually prefers to stay out of trouble, he’s always ready to throw words with Frank.

I drew the first outfit, the red Kurta with black pants to draw out a more traditional Indian feel, while designs 2 through 4 were mostly inspired by things dads usually wear haha

We ended up going with the outfit in design 2 since we felt it was a good casual but still somewhat formal outfit someone like Kushal would wear, while keeping the skin color of the first design.

The blue looks a little striking at first glance but I think the white accents bring some balance.

There’s still a little bit more sprite related work to go before I finish the character art for this route. After that, the plan is to move onto character designs for the third route and once those are done, the focus will be shifted to drawing backgrounds. There’s still a lot of artwork to go but I’ll do my best! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

DEVELOPMENT

Not much to update for the development side, aside from how we’ve started working on applying the new GUI to ren’py and experimenting on some GUI features we’ve thought about before and while conceptualizing the newer GUI. We’ll continue to finish implementing the GUI to the ren’py script before fixing some kinks/feature fixes then the story script itself unto the game. 

tl;dr: we’ve made quite a lot of progress for the 2nd part of the story in terms of assets. We’ll slowly but surely continue to develop and flesh out the full version of the game, so please continue to support us!

In summary, we’re making progress! Although small, we are making progress and a positive one at that! Please look forward to the full release of Norvale!

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Links

Carrd: Alchemilla Studios

Twitter: @Alchemil_Studio

Instagram: @Alchemil_Studio

Itch.io: Alchemilla Studios

#devlog #norvale #indiedev #renpy #visual novel #renpy visual novel #indie visual novel #renpy game #alchemilla studios

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I was tagged by @onmywaytonarnia so here's some stuff about me

Nickname: Florida Man or just Florida (god help me, I hate it down here...)

Sign: PEDESTRIAN X-ING, REST AREA - 3 MILES, or perhaps SPEEDING FINES DOUBLED WHEN WORKERS PRESENT (I do not believe in astrology)

Height: 6'1" or 6'2"

Last thing I googled: Perseverance rover

Song stuck in my head: for some reason I have a mashup of Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson stuck in my head. I don't know if I actually heard a mashup somewhere, or if they were both part of that 4-chords song by Axis of Awesome, but I can't stop thinking of the two choruses layered on top of each other (🎶and I don't want the world to see me cause I don't think that they'd understand/🎶I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly🎶)

Follower count: officially 3222, but I noticed when I was just starting out that tumblr inflated the actual count by like 20, 30, 40%. When it said I had 100 followers, I counted, and I actually had 85. When it said I had 1000, I only had like 700. I stopped counting after that, so I have no clue how many I actually have right now. Probably more than 1000, but probably not more than 2000. I have maybe 100 followers who regularly interact with my stuff, about 30 of whom are mutuals (maybe 10 or 15 close friends).

Amount of aleep: AHAHAHAHAHAHA (5, maybe 6 hours on a good night? Sometimes none, just endless tossing and turning because my brain won't shut off)

Lucky number: 13, and I'm not being ironic about that. I'm serious. 13 is my favorite number of a variety if personal reasons

Dream job: I want to be part of a creative team, I want to work with a bunch of people to make something for people to see! I want to make art, and I want to collaborate so I'm not alone. Writing scripts or making props or dressing sets, some manner of production design. I want to craft!

Wearing: Goodfellow t-shirt and cargo shorts

Movie/book that summarizes me: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir feels like it was written for me personally. That is how my thought process works, that is how I deal with problems, that is who I want to be. I have a higher than average understanding of math and science but I always try to explain it in as simple terms as possible for people who find it all too daunting. This is the kind of book I want to write, sci-fi that explains the sci.

Favorite songs: Ramblin Man, the Gambler, Country Roads, the Devil Went Down to Georgia (I'm noticing a country pattern...), anything by Weird Al Yankovic (Hardware Store and Albuquerque are probably my top 2 of his),the Little Shop of Horrors movie soundtrack, White Squall and Northwest Passage by Stan Rogers (I went through a sea shanty phase when Wellerman was big), anything by Jonathan Coulton (Skullcrusher Mountain, Code Monkey, Blue Sunny Day, Big Wide World One, Shop Vac, Mandelbrot Set, to name a few), Climb Out Your Window, Addicted, and Here We Go by Walk off the Earth, and the Celtic Woman cover of Danny Boy (this is my go-to cry song; if I need a nice long cry, I put this on and it all comes flowing out of me)

Favorite instrument: I love brass, trumpet specifically, I could listen to Louis Armstrong all day

Aesthetic: analog technology, typewriters, instant photography, clockwork watches without quartz, sacrificing convenience for the sake of privacy, nostalgia for the early 2000s (but through the eyes of a child, so no George W. Bullshit)

Favorite author: per capita, Andy Weir. He's only written 3 books, but I love them all and want to emulate him. Max Brooks for World War Z. Cormac McCarthy for The Road (very depressing, but hopeful near the end; one of the only books to really tug at my heartstrings). John Steinbeck for Of Mice and Men (another heartstring tugger). Audrey Niffenegger for The Time Traveler's Wife.

Currently reading: Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Favorite colors: cyan, lime green, heliotrope purple

Favorite animal sounds: the scuttling of crabs on pavement, the sneef-snorfing of a curious dog, the bleat of a baby goat, the EHHH of a baby sloth, the MEHH of a baby deer, the chirping of bats, ethereal whale songs

Last song: either I'm Going to go Back There Someday from the Muppet Movie, or Hey I Don't Work Here by Tom Cardy

Last Series: Owl House (Lulu + Hootcifer 4ever!!! Oh yeah and lumity's pretty good too I guess)

Random: I once learned all the lyrics to Bobby Darin's Mack the Knife without ever actually listening to the lyrics of Mack the Knife. Like, I listened to the song all the time, but I never paid attention to what was being said. It was just gibberish to me, but I learned the gibberish, and I sang along to it in the car one day and my mom asked why I was so enthusiastic about murder. Turns out Mack the Knife is about an old londontown ripper named Macheath. Still a banger though.

@goldenmoldies @olivia-online @nsomniacsdream @schifty-al @richardjager @n-brio @orange-birdie

#tagged #tag game

[youxmove]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂.                                                       Sharon Carter

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟷    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

•  NAME  : Sharon Elizabeth Carter

•  EYE COLOR  :  Brown

•  HAIR STYLE  /  COLOR  :    Sharon usually keeps her hair length an inch or two below her shoulders and typically has curtain bangs/ Blonde or dirty blonde.

•  HEIGHT  :  5′8

•  CLOTHING STYLE  : At work Sharon is very professional though she typically avoids wearing dresses or skirts.  You never know when trouble is going to happen, which is why, despite where she is comfort and mobility is number one.  She loves her leggings and t shirts, but Sharon secretly does really love to get dressed up too.  As much as she hates the snobs in the political and socialite world, she enjoys getting glammed up to go to the galas.  

•  BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE  :  Her smile

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟸    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

•  FEARS  :  Losing someone she loves, being alone, being on the wrong side of history, and not amounting to the standard she holds herself to.

•  GUILTY PLEASURE  :  Boybands, luxury brands and clothing, shopping, cars, shoes, yachting, Disney music, and romcoms 

•  BIGGEST PET PEEVE  : People who believe they are above others- especially for financial reasons. 

•  AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE  :  She’s not quite sure yet.  Before Madripoor she was so focused on her work that the idea of a family just wasn’t in her mind much, but after losing everything Sharon really wants to have a family one day.  She wants to marry and have a couple kids.  She’d love a house outside of the city like the one she grew up in.  A modern design, but cozy with lots and lots of land.  Potentially some farm animals like she had growing up like horses, chickens, and a few sheep- with some dogs and cats of course.  She also would love to continue working in the art dealership industry.  She’s good at it and has a passion for art.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟹    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

•  FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP  : Work.  In Madripoor her first thoughts were usually of survival and once she made a name for herself it was once again work.

•  WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST :  Her family and friends.  Sharon works hard.  Over works and takes everything in her work life seriously and it’s on her mind often, but she isn’t just driven by her work.  After her mom died, Sharon thinks of her dad a lot.  She wonders what he’s doing for the day, if he misses his wife, if he’s okay.  She loves her family and friends with all of her heart and she’d do anything for them.

•  WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED :    Her mom, Peggy, or someone she’s in love with or crushes on.  She also reviews her list of things to do the next day and gives it a schedule and timeline in her head.

•  WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS :   Her humility and work ethic are huge for her, but her biggest quality is the ability to follow her heart and do what is right. 

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟺    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

•  SINGLE OR GROUP DATES  :   Single.  Sharon does like a good group date every once in a while but she doesn’t get a lot of time to date, so when she does she wants it to mean something.

•  TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : Respect is huge, but she’d rather be loved.

•  BEAUTY OR BRAINS :  Brains. 100%

•  DOGS OR CATS  :  Dogs, but she does like cats too.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟻    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

•  LIE  :  She is/was an undercover agent.  She gets paid to lie.  She doesn’t always like it, but yes she lies.  When she’s not on assignment she tries to be as honest as possible though.

•  BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES :  Some days

•  BELIEVE IN LOVE  :  Yes

•  WANT SOMEONE : Everyone does

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟼    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

•  BEEN ON STAGE  :  Yes.  She doesn’t love the spotlight, but she tolerates it.

•  CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN :  Never in her personal life, that’s why some in her socialite circle and family frowned upon her.  She won’t change for others.  Now for her job- she’s got a blend in so she’ll be whoever she needs to be.  In Madripoor she did the same.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟽    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

•  FAVORITE COLOR  :   Rosegold 

•  FAVORITE ANIMAL  :  Horses

•  FAVORITE BOOK :  The Great Gatsby or Little Women

•  FAVORITE GAME  :  Clue

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟾    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

•  DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE  :  May 7th

•  HOW OLD WILL THEY BE  :  On May 7, 2023 Sharon will be 34

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟿    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

•  I LOVE :  the moments I can take and stand somewhere quiet.  The ocean or the forest.  Or back at my childhood home.

•  I FEEL  :  tired, but hopeful.

• I HIDE  :  how lonely I can be

•  I MISS  : my mother and Peggy.

•  I WISH  :  I could be better.

TAGGED  BY : @camerica

Tagging: YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

#//I'm out of sight out of mind...Agent 13

[denimbex1986]

'... Doctor Who remains one of the biggest TV shows in the world. First broadcast in 1963, the hit BBC series has always centred around The Doctor, a Time Lord and eccentric scientist, who travels through time and space in the Tardis (a hi-tech HQ disguised as a 1960s British police box), alongside a human companion, fighting enemies who would seek to destroy them and take over the world...it was Russell T Davies who was responsible for bringing the series back in 2005, and who has been the most influential writer and showrunner ever since.

Doctor Who has also always captured the zeitgeist – and the Time Lord's physical appearance has been central to that. Ray Holman, who created costumes for the Doctors played by Jodie Whittaker and Matt Smith, says the show is "not afraid to tap into fashion or gender – to be really current or totally surprising"...

Three special episodes mark the 60th anniversary, starring David Tennant, the 10th Doctor, returning as the 14th, in his much-loved great coat, and a new tartan-check waistcoat shrink-wrapped to his chest...

4. David Tennant (2005-2010, and also set to appear in 60th anniversary specials)

"Geek chic" is how Scottish actor David Tennant described his Doctor's look – the second in the "Revived" series (from 2005). With his manic energy and wild-eyed stare, Tennant channelled indie-rock star style of the era – think Franz Ferdinand-meets-Kaiser Chiefs, topped off with Jarvis Cocker specs. A defining accessory is his footwear: a pair of scuffed Converse trainers, easily spotted even with the logo removed, which boosted the footwear's sales no end. Louise Page, costume designer for Tennant's Doctor, tells BBC Culture: "The Converse trainers were David's idea; he'd seen chef Jamie Oliver wearing a pair with a suit." His brown-and-blue pinstripe suit was made from Gap trousers, in a fabric David loved: thin cotton, in which it was easy to move. Page was worried the slimline striped suit could make him look like a "long pencil", but she recalls that Russell T Davies responded: "Marvellous!". Tennant requested a long coat, to make him appear more "Doctorish" – probably over-egging it, as this was a role he was virtually born to play: "I grew up loving Doctor Who and it has been a lifelong dream to get my very own Tardis," he told Rolling Stone. There's another link: his actress producer wife, Georgia, is daughter of Peter Davison, the fifth incarnation (1981-1984). No surprise, then, that Tennant has been one of the most popular Doctors, if not the longest serving (that gong goes to Tom Baker)...'

#BBC #Doctor Who #60th Anniversary #Matt Smith #Jodie Whittaker #David Tennant #Georgia Tennant #Louise Page #Russell T. Davies #Ray Holman

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Name:Elizabeth Liones Alias:The Rust Knight, Princess Elizabeth, Ellie, Apostle of the Goddesses, Cursed Goddess, Sis-sis Species:Human (Druid) Height:5'4 Age:16-18 (Verse/Timeline dependent) Birthday::June 12 Gender:Female Orientation:Heterosexual Hometown:Kingdom of Liones (Born in Danafor before its destruction) Occupation:Third Princess of Liones, Waitress of the Boar Hat (former), Co-owner of the Boar Hat

Physical Appearance: Elizabeth is a young woman of slender yet curvaceous figure and regular height. She has very pale skin, large light blue eyes which can turn orange while gaining a triskele (a symbol of the goddess initially only in her right eye, but once gaining control of her power, it can be in both), and long silver hair reaching her waist. Her bangs cover her right eye most of the time.

Elizabeth always wears a blue earring with the symbol of the Liones royal family, compromising of the sun, the moon, and stars. She varies in what she wears, including a white dress, covered by a short pink coat, and fluffy white and pink winter boots, all made by Merlin; a purple short dress, a silver armor from the Druids covered of golden designs, and short white boots; when she is a waitress in Boar Hat, Elizabeth wears a pink buttoned shirt with a black ribbon exposing her belly button, a dark mini skirt, strapped with a pink belt, a black stocking on her left leg, and black-white heels and also she has worn an open-backed blue button up shirt with a white necktie, a short white skirt with slits and a belt, and a long black stocking on her right leg with black heels.

Bio: Elizabeth Liones is the main female protagonist, the third adoptive princess of the Kingdom of Liones, an alleged survivor from the the Kingdom of Danafor and a waitress at Boar Hat bar. During her journey to find the Seven Deadly Sins, she eventually becomes a prominent asset and healer for them. She also is the 107th reincarnation of the Goddess Elizabeth, the Supreme Deity's daughter 3000 years ago who also reincarnated in the Holy Knight Liz.

She was reincarnated as a newborn infant as soon as her previous life, Liz, had died during the destruction of Danafor. Her previous lover, Meliodas, had saved her and the Dragon Handle, both being keys to the revival of the Demon clan. The couple was found by King Bartra Liones and the Great Holy Knight of Liones, Zaratras. Meliodas was very protective of her at first, as he was still hurt over losing Liz, but eventually gave Elizabeth to Bartra and his wife Caroline, the first predicting the event but both growing quite attached to the baby and adopted her as their third child.

During her time as a toddler, Elizabeth grew very close to Meliodas, who would act as her bodyguard and missing him whenever he went on mission. As she worried that he would not come back, Meliodas promising her that he would always return to her alive no matter what.

Ten years before the start of the story, a six-year-old Elizabeth was injured when trying to help the Seven Deadly Sins to escape the castle after they were cornered by the Holy Knights of Liones, which nearly caused Meliodas to go berserk but he was immediately stopped by Merlin, who knocked him out to avoid a disaster like Danafor. This incident is the cause of the loss of her memories about Meliodas and the Sins.

Currently, Elizabeth travels with all the Seven Deadly Sins to help the world come back from another Holy War and serves as a waitress and owner of the Boar Hat bar and as a healer for any battles or people they come across. She wants to make peace with people, but also protect her friends as they encounter people across all of the world.

Personality: Elizabeth is a very polite, grateful and caring individual who hates unnecessary deaths and prefers a rather peaceful, diplomatic approach, even during war. She often shows a calm yet incredible warm attitude towards others, helping them as much as she can and offering home to strangers. She is very open and tends to cooperate with others quite well, all in order to surpass their goals and return to their beloved ones. Though appearing to be fragile and frail, Elizabeth has shown to be very brave and courageous. Elizabeth is very strong-willed and dislikes crying in front of others.

Despite being a princess, Elizabeth isn't graceful, usually comically falling during missions and failing her duties as a waitress. She also is fairly gullible and honest. She is bashful when someone talks about her romantic feelings

Abilities: Due to being the current reincarnation of the Supreme Deity's extremely powerful daughter, Elizabeth possesses immense powers based on light, rapidly heal everyone in the Kingdom of Liones and unintentionally causing plant life to instantly grow throughout the entire Kingdom when first awakened. She is capable of healing several almost dying individuals or dispelling curses, while her aura is capable of harming demonic creatures. Her main attack is “Ark.”

Ark: An archetypal magic technique of the Goddess Clan which creates light particles. It can be used in different ways such as energy beams, explosions, barriers, or extremely large blades Let There Be Light: Fired off drill-shaped projectiles purifying massive darkness and extracting it from the target, including any lingering hatred the dead may leave behind that prevents them from fully passing on, even when inside a host. Tranquilize: A purifying mist. It is strong enough to expel centuries-worth of demonic miasma. Healing: As a druid, Elizabeth can heal injuries rather easily by channel her power. Empathic Power: A mysterious ability that allows her to persuade others by speaking into their hearts and souls. Flight: Elizabeth has displayed the ability to call upon her original wings for flight purposes, but this takes a lot of magic and concentration.

Power Level: Magic: 1,700 Strength: 5 Spirit: 220 Total: 1,925

Random Facts: Daily Activity: Helping out at the bar Hobbies: Handicrafts What likes about herself: Her long hair Favorite Animal: Pigs Favorite Food: Apple Pie Most Embarrassing Thing in Life: Being hugged by Meliodas while she was bathing naked Greatest Regret: That there are people who were hurt because of her Dream/Hope: Peace Person(s) she respects is her father and Zaratras Person she doesn't want to make an enemy of is no one. Elizabeth is actually quite artistic, often giving presents to his father which she made herself. This includes three layers, a silverware, a horse leash for his favorite horse, and a suitcase. While running the bar, Elizabeth revealed that her cooking could be equal or worse than Meliodas', despite looking good. Elizabeth shares the same bed and room with Meliodas.

Verses

Ongoing canon (Default verse): This occurs in the series as it goes on, at whatever point canon is on, until the series finale.

Pre-Series: All the way down until Elizabeth was a little girl in the castle until the beginning of the canon story. Timing and events can be tweaked moderately for thread by thread basis.

Other lives: Any of her other 106 reincarnations in her lives. Each is different and has a different personality.

Any AU: Tailored to whatever the AU needs, thread by thread basis.

#Elizabeth #Elizabeth Bio

[ventidetta]

@yomiurinikei okay okay so this is like!! a look of Piers OUTSIDE of work because you said it was cool to see him from Chris’ pov!!

“We’re gonna have a barbecue.”

Chris looks around – Piers, finally properly showered and dressed in civilian clothes.

They’re back on American soil after a long flight and even longer proper debrief (Chris swears he spends more time talking about fighting bioterrorism than he does actually fighting bioterrorism) and he’s just stepped out of the shower. Piers – who really, really dislikes the communal showers and their water pressure, had gotten clean quickly and efficiently.

“Earth to Captain,” Piers says, arching an eyebrow.

“Sorry.” Piers is wearing jeans that look unfairly good on him and a black t-shirt, the outline of his dog tags visible beneath it. “A barbecue? Why?”

“Uh… fun?” Piers almost looks concerned. “You okay, Cap?”

He shakes his head to try and clear it. “Fun,” he says. “And you’re telling me because…?”

“Because you’re invited. And I know you never come hang out with us at the bars, which is a good decision because – well, mainly just because Alfonso is there in general – but this is just a barbecue. At Ben’s place.”

It will be good weather, he supposes.

He drops his towel, reaches for his boxers – Piers averts his gaze politely, which Chris has always found a little odd. The others have a total non-reaction to each other, and it’s not like Piers cares about stripping down in front of any of them – the only time he did was the time Carl whipped him with a towel – but he always makes sure to look away from them until underwear is firmly in place. Chris has always just chalked it up to Piers being a good country boy.

“I’ll think about it,” he says.

Piers shrugs like he doesn’t care. “Suit yourself.”

“You ready?” They’d carpooled. Piers’ place isn’t that far from Chris’s, and it’s on the way to base.

“I’m waiting for you,” Piers says impatiently.

“Fine, fine,” Chris chuckles, pulling on a shirt. “Let’s go then. How’s the head?”

“Stung like a bitch in the shower.” Chris imagines it did – Piers had to wash the blood out of his hair somehow. He keeps telling Piers to shave the hair, or cut it shorter, but Piers refuses to every time. It’s the only aspect of his lieutenant Chris can attribute to vanity.

“Alright,” he says, grabbing his duffel. “Let’s go.”

He has to text Piers to get Ben’s address, which feels a little odd. He doesn’t make a habit out of texting the men outside of work – he wants them to be able to take a load off. It’s also the reason he doesn’t typically go out with them – because he wants them to enjoy themselves and not be worried what he might think of them.

Besides, that’s why Piers goes, and more often than not is (apparently) the unholy and disgruntled combination of chaperone and designated driver. It’s even funnier when Chris stops to think that Piers is actually the youngest on the team, apart from Finn.

When he arrives, the party is in full swing – he can smell the grill and the cooler has already been cracked open. It’s midday, sunny, and he hardly knows anyone here – but it’s good to be outdoors, to be involved in something that isn’t work.

“Everyone’s in the back yard, Cap,” Ben says by way of grinning – he’s already drunk, Chris can tell. “Think L.T has commandeered the grill.”

Piers is grilling? Well, Chris has to see that. He claps Ben on the shoulder as he moves through the house, finding the back door. He steps out – gets accosted by more people – and it’s five minutes before he hears it.

“Captain!”

He turns around – Piers is jogging towards him, smiling, a beer in each hand. He’s wearing shorts and a flannel shirt over a wife beater, Converse on his feet – Jesus Christ – and nothing around his neck.

And he hugs Chris.

Chris is frankly stunned to find himself with an armful of Piers, who smells crisp and clean and is warm from the sun. “You made it,” Piers says, stepping back and grinning – he hands over one of the beers. “We had a betting pool on it.”

“Who won?”

“Finn’s taking all the marbles on this one, sir.”

Piers is friendly, he realises somewhat dazedly. It’s like a really friendly creature – maybe those smiling rat things from Australia – has taken the skin of his lieutenant and is wearing it. He’s never seen Piers like this before, ever, in the time that he’s known the kid.

Or without a scarf. He’s got a gorgeous neck. Even at base, his uniform shirts hide most of it. Christ, what’s he doing here? This is a mistake.

As he watches throughout the party, he realises two things – one, that everyone here seems to really like Piers, and that Piers is a genuinely really nice guy.

He gets people drinks, fires up the barbecue, and cooks a few lots of food, making sure everyone’s fed before himself. He gets Finn to mingle with a few of the girls, because their resident rookie has always been shy, and then flits in between people, a social butterfly.

Chris is confused, to say the least. It’s definitely Piers, definitely has all his memories – but why isn’t he like this at work? At least a little? What is this?

“Enjoying yourself, Captain?”

He looks up. Piers is leaning against the table with him, holding a new beer and smiling. He’s a little pink across the cheeks – drunk, Chris realises, and something happens deep in the pit of his belly. Drunk, or at least tipsy. Having a good time. Enjoying himself.

“It’s good,” he manages. “Food is great. Didn’t know you could grill.”

Piers hops up on the table, stabbing cheerfully at his meat. “Grew up country, Captain. Of course I can grill.”

For a moment, they’re quiet, watching everyone around them. It reminds him, almost, of last week – when Piers found him at the debrief and stood with him, solid and silent. It’s never really struck him that things feel more manageable with the kid around – and he suddenly gets all the great performance reviews from the troops.

This is what Piers must be like outside of work all the time.

“Thanks for stickin’ with me, kid,” he says gruffly, knocking an elbow into Piers’ leg.

Piers grins at him. “Getting sentimental in your old age, Cap?”

“Ah, fuck off.”