#i want to have the same energy as the babygirl himself

[solies-scripts]

Why is Vash the Stampede so gender to me??

#i want to have the same energy as the babygirl himself

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

As much as I love Han Jisung's whole "babygirl" persona, I feel like it's exagerated a lot on tv. He seems a soft boy, but the energy he shows in stage, his mannerisms, his expressions, and some stuff he does when the cameras aren't focusing on him, I feel like he's actually a lot more dominant that most people assume. Fans paint him as this cute, shy boy that blushes easily, but I have a strong feeling that he's actually a cocky little shit when he wants to and is the one to make you blush with his antics.

You expect to meet an awkward, soft boy the fans describe, but instead you face a flirting machine with a infuriating atractive cocky smile and a deep english voice he knows how to use.

He's the type to solve fights with angry sex because he doesn't know how to handle strong emotions, so he lets his body do the talk. He'll leave you breathless, unable to walk and seeing the gates of heaven by how far he pushed you. I feel he has a lot of pent up frustrations and is desesperate for a way to let them out, to break this "babygirl" image he has..

I have many MANY thoughts on this topic😍

Warnings:🩻 Sexual content further down

For starters, it also frustrates me that he is given this Sub label constantly. I’m not saying that he won’t, because I definitely think he could be a pillow princess if he’s just so needy for any sigh of affection. But man is he in love with having things his way.

He told us himself that when he was younger he used to think he was the hottest person around (which I agree with this as a current fact) but that he has mellowed out. But I think he’s just grown up and mental health has become more prominent in his adult life as it does for some. His anxiety makes him seem weak to outsiders, which doesn’t help him with the baby girl persona.

I think people will always be drawn to that idea. Baby girl Jisung. But it’s just because he is such a fun, lovable dork that isn’t afraid to be silly and weird! I can totally understand where people interpret him that way, but he’s not. He is 100% a man that loves to be a geek and show off how excited he is. And I commend him for it.

I don’t think it helps that he’s compared to the other guys and people just don’t realize that they ALL do that same silly shit. Like come on. They are Kpop Idols That Are suppose touphold this sweet and innocent image; so of course his cuteness is perceived as baby girl.

But listen up… because I got a secret.

Here comes the 18+ stuff

Han Jisung is aware of the effects he has on YOU. His one and only. His love. The lady (in this scenario I’m making up) of his dreams. And THAT is what really matters to him.

He doesn’t care how Stay view him. He knows he has their love and support and he loves them, but whether they call him Baby Girl or not doesn’t matter.

Because YOU call him everything. He’s you’re man, you’re hun, he’s your king, he’s you’re handsome quokka, and during some of his favorite moments he’s you SIR. ♥️

You both are equals. You are both huge dorks and act silly around each other. Making each other laugh to tears. You pay for everything equally, despite Jisung making quite a bit more. He shows up to everything when he can. But to top it off, neither of you care about gender roles. Especially in the bedroom.

He loves to be in charge. But that’s not a man thing. It’s a Dom thing. He spends all his time at work being an equal, so you give him this in bed. Reminding him how much power he holds and how strong he is. He fucking loves it, and so do you.

He’s so hot while he’s pounding into you. He had you on all fours, but he’s going so harshly that your face is smashed into the pillow and you are to fucked out to get a hold of yourself.

Han would still be slamming into you with so much force that you’ve already came twice. Tell you how good you are doing, but he’s got more in him.

He smacks your ass again to make sure you’re still conscious and you only moan at the contact. So he pulls out and flips you back over and hovers over you. You’re blissed out face holds eye contact with him. He’s so close, but you have to grab the back of his neck to confirm you really are okay. You just can’t seem to form the words to make him feel better right now.

He pulls back after a heavy few minutes of making out to look at you. You whisper “I love you”

He smiles fully, but the concern in his eyes is still there. “I’m glad, but do you need me to stop? You seem sleepy, babe.”

You shake your head furiously and your eyes open so wide at the notion. “No, sir, I’m fine! I was just so in the moment… And you really made me cum so hard that I was still coming back from that.” You finished your answer shyly and it made him see stars.

He had felt it, but he still needed to make sure you were still good to go. “Okay, baby, but you need to speak up if you need me to slow down! You know I love you no matter what.”

You nodded and he took the opportunity to fold your legs into yourself and lined himself with your messy cunt. You were back to being fully aware of how hot your man is as he slowly inched his thick cock back into you.

You whined, “God Hannie, you fill me up so much. How have you not split me in half yet?”

He grunted as he met your pelvis with his own. “Your pussy just wants me to keep ruining you. I’ve trained your cunt so well. Made just for me.”

He was back to slamming into you. And you immediately started moaning into his mouth. Your lips hovering and touching slightly as you both panted into each other. But this wasn’t enough so he angled himself to hit that sweet spot and get you going again.

You grabbed onto his back as you felt yourself getting closer. The claws and scratches you were making egged him on more. You tightened around him too and he let out a high pitch groan in surprise.

He gripped the sides of your throat and asked simply, “Who do you belong to?”

The addition of pressure to your neck sent you closer. You were nearly screaming at the crest “You! H-h-hannie i am yours fully!”

And you both flew over your peaks as he painted your insides. Your moans were a beautiful harmony and you felt so relieved to have felt that together.

NEEDLESS TO SAY.

Han Jisung is a soft Dom and will fuck you up. But also remind you how perfect you are the entire time.

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[professional-yapper]

You

Lo'ak x Tayrangi! Reader

Warnings: mistaken identity kind of, teens having fun, arranged marriage, fighting/arguments, how they meet is very 101 Dalmatians and i love it, they're both oblivious asf

Neytiri sent Lo'ak to go collect fruits from the grove near the other end of the Omaticaya territory. Normally he'd complain about extra chores, but not today. It was one of the better tasks to be landed with, anyway, even if it would consume his whole day.

But then Jake said Lo'ak could take his ikran, and that would cut the journey in half at least. Maybe more, since Lo'ak, like every other teenager, was all too fond of letting his ikran set the pace. Which, more often than not, simply meant break-neck speed, especially since Lo'ak's ikran was as young as himself in ikran years, according to Neytiri, and just as headstrong.

Lo'ak's ikran, named Spitfire by Jake in one of his rare moments of fatherly affection, was raring to go, practically launching himself into the air the second Lo'ak settled on his back and made the bond.

Kiri had, at one point, taken to calling the ikran Spitty, resulting in Lo'ak pitching a fit and pulling her hair, which then meant days of not speaking to each other. Lo'ak still got sulky every time he remembered the undignified name.

Lo'ak whooped, punching his fist in the air, gripping tightly with his thighs and trusting Spitfire not to let him fall, or at least to catch him if he did. The wind whistled past him, snatching at his braids, whipping a brisk flush into his face.

It was a good day. The sun was already high in the sky, warm on his back despite the wind. The air was heady with the scent of flowers coaxed into bloom by the warm weather, even at this height.

Spitfire, after a little urging from Lo'ak, evened out, gliding smoothly through the sky, occasionally letting out a screech of contentment. Lo'ak settled back, keeping one hand on the handle and feeling for the pouch strapped across his hips Neytiri had given to him to store the fruits in, making sure it was strapped on securely.

It wouldn't take him long to gather enough fruits to satisfy Neytiri. Maybe a few hours.

Maybe more if he decided to take a nap. Lo'ak loved naps, especially deep in the forest amidst the undergrowth, where he could burrow himself into the sun-warm grass and no one would bother him for hours. He probably liked them so much because they restored all the energy he burned living up to Jake's expectations. Very high expectations.

Yeah, he could use a nap. It was just that kind of day.

And it would give him time to think, too. About what his parents had told him a few days ago. About how, since Neteyam had mated with the youngest child of the Olangi olo'eyktan, Lo'ak would do the same, but with the only child of the Tayrangi olo'eykte.

It would benefit the Omaticaya, Neytiri had soothed him, smoothing a hand over his braids. These kinds of unions would prevent any conflict and better the relationships with other tribes. Jake, on the other hand, had told him there was no wriggling out of it, and he'd be mating with this stranger before the end of the year whether he liked it or not.

Comforting, right?

Neteyam had tried to comfort him over it. It was easy for Neteyam. He and his mate were arranged too, but they were crazy about each other, and Neteyam had always wanted to settle down and have a mate of his own and a family anyway. It was why he'd bent so easily to their parents' decision.

And it was easy for Kiri too. She was their dad's favourite, his babygirl. She wouldn't get married off to Aonung or some other guy if she didn't want to. Lucky shit.

Tuk was... well, she didn't have to worry about marriage for a good while yet.

But Lo'ak did. He didn't care about maintaining good relationships with other tribes, or having a mate of his own and settling down. He didn't care about any of that shit. He just wanted his freedom, and the freedom to choose who he mated with. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently so.

Spitfire shrieked, and a ripple of confusion and panic hit Lo'ak through the bond, right as something large and colourful shot past them like a flash of lightning.

Lo'ak caught a glimpse of a face with an equally panicked expression, then swore as Spitfire reared and shrieked again. Though this time, instead of confusion in the bond, all Lo'ak felt was a sudden burst of childish joy, right before Spitfire dived after the other ikran.

Lo'ak yelled in exhilaration as both ikrans went into a nosedive, and crouched low over Spitfire's back, knuckles going white as he tightened his grip. It was dangerous, and if his parents found out, he'd never hear the end of it, but they weren't here now and Lo'ak found this was too much fun for him to care.

He whooped, and heard an answering cry from the rider of the other ikran below, you, which made something in his heart twist with further excitement.

Spitfire was uncontrollable with the excitement of having what was probably another young ikran to play with, and Lo'ak let him have his head, content to just go along for the ride.

The other ikran straightened out before it hit the canopy, and Spitfire followed, flying alongside, steadying himself with a few flaps.

"Sorry," you called, face flushed and apologetic, but then began laughing breathlessly. "Great Mother, I am so sorry! Kikorangi- my ikran- saw you down below and he just took off-"

"It's okay," Lo'ak shouted back, smiling uncontrollably at you. You were probably the most attractive person he'd ever seen, so one couldn't exactly blame him for being so quick to forgive you for the scare. "But I've never seen you before. You're not Omaticaya, are you?"

He didn't have to ask. He knew you weren't. You looked like a young warrior from another tribe, like him. Your skin was covered in a pearly white paint, in swirling patterns. It was mesmerising.

"What?" you called, then raised your eyes skyward, laughing again. "I can't hear you. Wait there."

Lo'ak blinked, confused, as you steered your ikran up and over his head, flying along above him. He tilted his head back, looking up, trying to see what you were doing, only to nearly smack heads with you. You were performing some risky manoeuvre, sliding around to the underbelly of your ikran, gripping on with only your thighs, swinging upside down and smiling at Lo'ak, eyes bright and beautiful, nose nearly brushing against his.

You chuckled at his stunned expression, then righted yourself and leapt down onto Spitfire, breaking the bond with your own ikran. Spitfire jerked at the foreign addition to his cargo, and tilted his head, shooting you a baleful look.

Lo'ak stiffened as you seated yourself behind him, one arm loosely around his stomach, making his abs tense beneath your warm skin, your thighs pressing against his own. "Sorry, what were you saying?" you asked airily, mouth next to his twitching ear, like this wasn't the most intimate position he'd ever been in.

Words failed him. He could only hold very still, in the hopes you wouldn't become uncomfortable and move away. He liked having you there, the weight of your body against his back comforting.

But you shifted back, away from him, laughing again, and the sound rang through his mind, etching itself into the walls of his skull. "Sorry," you apologised for a third time. "I didn't mean to freak you out."

"It's okay," Lo'ak replied almost robotically, words feeling clumsy and foreign on his tongue. Great Mother, get it together! he told himself firmly. There's a beautiful warrior cuddling up to you, wanting to talk and all you can say is it's okay?!

He forced himself to relax, turning his head and smiling crookedly at you over his shoulder.

Your face was like the sun. You seemed to be lit with a golden, gleaming warmth from the inside out, and it honestly made him a little dizzy.

"I was just asking what tribe you're from," he repeated.

"Tayrangi," you answered blithely. "You must be Omaticaya, I guess."

Lo'ak nodded, noting that you were from the same tribe as his future mate. He didn't want to bring that up, though, figuring if he was to have any chance with you he shouldn't bring up his imminent union.

Even though he wouldn't be able to pursue you because of said union... What the tribes didn't know couldn't hurt them, right?

"That's sick," Lo'ak said, smiling that same lopsided smile at you. "Never met any from the Tayrangi before."

"Never met an Omaticaya before either," you grinned back, leaning back on your hands.

"Am I living up to your expectations?" he teased, gathering all his courage to do so, ears drooping slightly in apprehension of your response.

"Who said I had any expectations?" you teased back, nudging the back of his thigh with your knee, sending hot flames of want up his spine.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide his delight at finding someone who could match him blow for verbal blow. "Oh, come on!" he scoffed. "You came all the way here, you must've thought about what we'd be like at some point!"

"Maybe I did," you agreed, and the glint in your eyes told him you were being purposefully elusive.

"Go on, then," he encouraged. "Am I everything you hoped?"

You pretended to think, finger pressing into your chin, eyes fixed on the clouds above. Then you smiled again. "Nope."

Lo'ak scoffed again, preparing to fire back some surely witty retort, before you inched forward again, leaning on his back, arm tightening around his middle again, pressing your lips to his ear decisively.

"You're better."

@frogletscribe

Woohoo done! Proud of this one tbh everyone enjoy x

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[thesamoanqueen]

Shut Down

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fingering; Oral sex; Overstimulation, Errors like rain.

A/N: I wanted to write a kind of flashback from the night before my last fic... and I had so many ideas about Roman in the gym that well, I couldn't resist.

- Slow down ... - he tried, seeing her throw yet another punch.

The punching bag trembled in his hands, the chain stretched for the umpteenth sequence and she stubbornly refused. One kick, one punch, two kicks, one punch, without even catching her breath. Roman continued to hold position, letting her let off steam as much as possible in an attempt to mitigate the chaos she must have been inside her at that moment. It was a way like any other to deal with pain, he respected it and it was always better than hanging around. Maybe.

- You'll get hurt - he tried to make her think, seeing her hold back a curse when she hit badly.

- Im less delicate than you think - she blurted out offended, trying again and getting the same result and a reproachful look from Roman.

- It's not a test, you can-

- Save your breath, I didn't ask you to give me lessons, champ. - she stubbornly replies, releasing a new shot at the sack that Roman collected in silence, along with his annoyance at her attitude.

She was angry, hurt, frustrated. Her mind was elsewhere. It was her way of dealing with those days, she did it to divert her energies, the feelings.

He inspired with eyes closed, taking blow by blow, letting Y/N make her way until a new twist put a strain on her ankle and seeing a grimace again, he couldn't help himself.

- Babygirl...

- Don't call me that, I'm not your baby girl - she cut him off, heading to the other end of the gym with an offended look and Roman tightened his grip on the punching bag with a growl.

He took another breath as she slipped off the black bandages on her hands to prepare the spreader bar and walked over to her, jaw set and tension mounting.

She was talking without thinking. It wasn't the right time for certain things, not tonight.

Undaunted, Y/N kept to load the weights and Roman ran a hand over his face, exasperated. He wanted to let her do it, give her a chance to let off steam in her own way, really, but she was overdoing it and when he saw her tighten the safety to climb astride the bench, he automatically moved to position himself too. That barbell was fine for a pure lifting exercise, not the nonstop marathons she was throwing herself into that night. He placed himself behind her head, watching from above as Y/N lay down and although the view was amazing from there, he focused on the weights, helping her to hold them. Blood pumping, he stood with his arms outstretched, ready to take the barbell out of her hand at the first hint of tremor and after all those hours, a set and a half was enough. He pulled it without warning and Y/N's eyes snapped at him.

- What are you doing?! - she groaned angrily, getting to her feet.

- That's enough. You will get hurt and it won't help you.

- Give it back Roman.

- No, you won't do anything else. Not as long as I'm in here.

- Then leave me alone! I didn't ask you to come find me, don't you have any interviews tomorrow? A meeting with the management, any calls to make in Florida?! - he heard her burst and tightened his grip on the bar, muscles tense and jaw set, staring her eyes into hers.

- Don't use that tone with me.

- Or?

God… he was trying, he was really trying. But she was really the only person in the world capable of driving him up the wall.

- Y/N... – Roman growled, curling his mouth as he tried to pick up the last ounce of patience.

- Back off, the Tribal Chief doesn't work on me. No punishment for the bad girl, we both know - she provoked him and the moment she turned her back to go stubborn to do who knows what else, Roman stopped trying to restrain himself.

He had gone there to keep her from doing nonsense like that, he had tried to do it with good hands, but if she cared so much and wanted to fight, he would give her a reason to fight.

It took him a few steps to grab her and an arm to load her onto his shoulders. He heard her squeak in her surprise, but that was all he got of her before she knelt against his chest and felt her wriggle.

- Let me go!

- You better calm down. Now.

He felt her hands pressing on his shoulders, trying to make room, but avoiding such situations was his job. He was able to hold men almost twice her weight, stuck with one arm around their neck, could hold her off or so he thought, because the fact that she was more flexible than expected, with that ridiculous gym outfit and pressed against him, was making it delicate quickly. He tightened his grip on her hips, passing his biceps under her stomach, but Y/N had already placed one knee on his shoulder and when she pushed her curly head over his back, Roman let go, not intending to end up with his butt to land for that impromptu match. He turned just in time to see her straighten up and took her by her ankle, crushing her on the floor to keep her from running away. And if he was a ground fighting type, he could have predicted it well in advance, but he wasn't and he honestly wasn't thinking, so the grip on his neck with the leg she pulled him into was a surprise. On whether it was pleasant or not, even he had conflicting opinions and just as many on how to get out of it. He could have forced her to defend herself, he was heavier, bigger and even if Y/N's legs felt like pincers, he could have done it, but he had to reach out to do it.

They were arguing, Y/N was even trying to submitt him, there was nothing else. He could do it.

So he slipped his big arms under her back and ass and lifted her up, standing with Y/N still clinging to his neck. He felt her tighten her grip with her thighs, saw her abs contract from the strain and one of her hands gripped his hair as he pushed her back down in a powerbomb without any strength. He could never hurt Y/N, but the contact with the mat frightened her anyway and he felt her hang around his neck, holding on reflexively to muffle. Her face curled up under his jaw and with her fingers gripping his T, Roman held her to the ground, quickened breathing and arms around her body. He inspired, feeling her still against his chest and regaining some patience, he kissed her on the head.

- We need to correct this attitude, do you understand me?

- ... I need to do it Ro ... - he heard her mutter and he tightened his grip, trying to shield her from everything even though they were alone.

- Pushing yourself to the edge and getting hurt won't help, babygirl.

He knew how bad she felt about that situation even after all those years, but self-destruct was no solution and he certainly wouldn't have stood by and watched her do it. She could spend the rest of her life in the gym, at any time of day or night, but not getting hurt, much less blaming him.

- … do you have another option?

The question reached his ears after a long silence, with an indecipherable tone and for a moment that newfound peace between them was on verge of breaking because of one too many replies, but Roman just had time to open his mouth with intend to put her back in line before he feel her lips press against the skin. He stood still, feeling her kiss his neck, first hesitantly and then with more abandon, in a hot wake that was enough to make his pants a prison. Her nails scratched the back of his neck and the growl of pleasure that erupted from his throat at that sudden and uncontrolled contact made her lift her head to study his expression and seeing those eyes, Roman sent to hell any good resolution to crash their mouths.

He was aware of how wrong it was. They were supposed to be just friends, they worked together and Y/N wasn't completely herself at the moment, but it was all so good. Y/N looked so tiny under him, so perfect in his hands and Roman couldn't help it. He didn't want to stop and if she craved a distraction, a respite, he would be more than happy to be there.

Her mouth was soft, warm, she tasted good and he had waited too long. It was like receiving a rush throughout the body, adrenaline rising, muscles suddenly tense with each touch of her hands. He was feeling intoxicated by the taste of her and he wanted more, more and more and Y/N was so willing to give him what his body was screaming. Her mouth had opened at the first touch of his tongue, leaving him in control, allowing him to devour her without the slightest resistance. She responded to every touch, every bite, it was exciting and comfortable at the same time, as if someone had made her specifically for that. For him.

He broke away from her unwillingly, breathing heavily, but although she was in the same condition as him Y/N continued to kiss him everywhere, tenacious and undeterred and Roman inspired her scent with his eyes closed, enjoying that unexpected warmth. He felt her teeth pinch his jaw, her hands grasp the back of his neck, cling to his arm and a hungry growl made his chest vibrate, feeling her everywhere against his body and still not close enough.

- Please ... - he heard her voice whisper - ... Ro please ... - she repeated over and over, prompting him to look down at her with a frown.

Y/N was the least fragile person he had ever met, she was almost unwavering and for that very reason a part of him was still keeping him from losing any restraint, but hearing her pleading with such a need in her voice, hearing her cling to him, was something that was beyond any effort of his self-control. It was probably another way to take the pain away, maybe she just wanted another punching bag, but it was the most exciting thing he had ever heard and it made him feel more powerful than any match in his life, more than any win or belt. It was a discharge to his ego.

- Roman, please - she tried again and he found himself holding his breath, seeing her pouting her lips, with an innocent look that didn't suit her at all.

- I cant with you… you said, no punishment for the bad girl. Have you change your mind? - he asked rubbing her cheek, while Y/N kept on looking at him with those eyes of hers.

She would have killed someone with that expression and Roman was more than sure he was ready to do the same if some dude had even tried to get close.

- You had been good with me. And me instead, I've runned my mouth. - she said it in a broken voice, but this time for something other than what had tormented her for those two days.

- So what? What do you want? - he urged her, passing a fingertip over her puffy mouth with a serious look.

Y/N let him do it without opposing and actually lifted her chin, settling better against his hand, while her legs slid around one of Roman's knees, allowing her to press her center against it. He felt her hold back a moan at that contact and possessively tightened his hold on her face.

- … maybe, shall we put my mouth to better use? - she suggested, blowing her breath against his thumb, before letting it slip into her mouth.

And the warmth of her tongue against his skin was all Roman needed. He watched her wrap her lips around his thumb, soft and shiny, her head wandering from side to side, while her soft tongue surrounded it. Roman saw her eyes move for a second on him, nasty, before hearing her suck and a moan of approval left him feeling the pressure.

She was a threat and an invitation, a roller coaster he never wanted to get off, but it wouldn't go that way, he wouldn't let her have her way. She had done it for hours, locked in that empty hotel gym, she had done nothing else. Now he was in charge and he would take care of her no matter what.

- No.

His voice stopped her instantly and Roman saw her look up at him again, lost and unprepared, as his thumb slipped out of her mouth again, wet and red from the attention received. He felt her grip loosen on his forearm, let go of the shirt she was clinging to and for a moment he saw her uncertain, before something inside her snapped, putting her back in line.

She was unshakable - or almost - and Roman held back the grin that threatened to curl his lips, spreading his hand across her face to grab her with a little more force.

- You will do what I want. Up there. And be still - he ordered sharply and Y/N’s gaze wandered back to him, reluctant, before a hand slap her bare thigh, tearing a yelp from her body.

- Do I look like I'm messing around? Up there. Now. - he repeated with more authority, growling almost the last two words and Y/N moved fast, sneaking out of the grip to get on the bench.

He followed, seeing her sit with her legs clenched and her eyes up, but look still a little annoyed and he stood in front of her, watching from the top to show her without any hesitation the bulge in his pants.

She wanted a distraction, she wanted that and Roman would give it to her, there was nothing he wouldn't give her, but in his own way and for the moment, although he would have liked it, without pushing her to her knees with his cock down her throat.

- Bend down and spread those legs for me - he pointed, seeing her put on a show in the process and ran a hand over his hard-on, focusing on what she was showing him even with those ridiculous tiny shorts on.

- Here? - she asked pointing to the bench, while he positioned himself in the middle of her, stroking her soft thighs.

He knew what she was doing, oh he knew it, but he wouldn't let her through. Not that time.

- Someone is still choosing to be bratty, hm? - he replied, giving her a pinch that made her back arch in a pose – As you want… I will take care of this.

He said it softly, without the real intention of provoking a reaction, but Y/N's entire body seemed to tremble at the idea of him and her legs even threatened to close, forcing Roman to block them with his hands. He gave her a warning look and let go only when he felt her soften again, running his fingers up to the edge of the shorts, to remove them first from one leg and then from the other. It wasn't in plans that the underwear would also come off, but her lace caged bikini was so soked that it stuck to the rest of the fabric and the mere sight of it made his mouth water.

- Roman.

The mutter hit him like her scent and placing both her beautiful legs on his shoulders, Roman pulled her to the edge of the bench, running his hands over her warm interior. He felt something wet under his finger, where the underwear must have rubbed on the skin and spreading it better, he caused a new shiver throughout her body.

- Look at that. So messy for me already and I’ve barely done anything.

He said it more to himself than to Y/N, his chest swollen with pride and his bulge throbbing, kissing her on the exact spot where he'd rubbed her trail of humor and then licked his lips. Whatever Y/N was about to say, the words died in her throat the instant Roman looked at her, exposed on that bench for him, with her unmade hair and her breasts who rose and fell from the heated breathing.

God, there was nothing he wouldn't do to her.

- I don't care if it take all night or more, I will fucking ruin you. - he growled hungry and regardless of whatever her reaction had been, he lowered himself between her legs giving a big lick to the center.

- Ah-Fuck!

Its flavor kneaded his mouth instantly, sweet and intoxicating. It tasted more then her lips, it was so concentrated, so intense, making him crazy at first taste. It was her flavour. He had never tasted anything like her and with an unnatural sound coming out of his chest like a roar, Roman dragged her against his face, burying himself inside to devour her. Felt her squirm on the bench and he planted a hand on her belly, giving her a threatening look.

He wanted more, he wanted all, he wanted to fuck her with his tongue, feel her melt on his mouth.

He squeezed, holding her in place, and returned to concentrate on his work, bending his neck just a little to catch one of her moist lips between his teeth. Y/N moaned something in a completely restrained gasp, but Roman was focused on sucking her flesh and then letting it go, first on one side and then on the other, moving as if that were really her lips. Her inside twitch in spasms, her legs shaking as he climbed back a little to suck the red button that stood in the middle with so much drive that it made Y/N reach over his head. His fingers clung to Roman's dark hair and a new growl left him at that contact, the boner throbbing uncontrollably between his legs and the scent of Y/N to cloud his mind.

- R-Rom-an… ah! Oh my g-Ro! Fuck! Ro!

He felt the humors dripping on his chin, beard and not intending to lose a single drop, opened his mouth, feasting on his hot nub without taking a breath or giving her a respite moment. Y/N tightened her grip on his hair, shivering skin and sweaty legs, indulging in a louder moan as Roman slipped his big tongue inside, overbearing and thirsty.

- No, plea-se! R-Ro! Ah! - she groaned out of breath, struggling with the invasions.

Furious, he persisted in his attack, feeling her walls pulsing around his tongue and pressed his face against her puffy mount, rubbing his nose on her clitoris in order to have more depth. He grabbed her from the booty, lifting her against him as if it was his only meal and Y/N dropped her head back, soaking wet from his strokes.

She was a mess, swollen, tense and more her body vibrated with the attention that Roman was giving her, more he lost control, eating her with enthusiasm.

- Rom-ahn! - she moaned louder, his folds now tightened for imminent orgasm.

And aware of the wave that was mounting inside her, wetting her more every moment, he returned to focus on her small protruding bundle of nerves, inserting two fingers inside to pump with more rhythm and speed. Y/N let out a scream for that introduction, she fidgeted, her voice broken and her eyes shut, arching her back to keep only her shoulders resting and Roman took advantage, flattening his tongue to give her the long lapping she needed before exploding. With his gaze on her, he felt her come on his fingers and pulled them away, returning his tongue to its place to bask in the taste of her now pouring over his palate. He cleaned her carefully, one stroke after the other, preventing her from completely descending from her apex to persist in that torture, with the same hunger with which he had started it. He sucked, bit and licked, without giving in, undeterred and stubborn, forcing her to squirm again.

- S-Stop it, R-Ro-

- Nah, another one.

He saw her hands clinging to the edge trying to pull her off, and he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her skin. Took her against him, inspiring her scent as if it was the only air he really needed and pushed his tongue back inside, making her tremble, fragile and hot under his touch. Her center responded immediately, still sensitive to the orgasm just passed and Roman soon felt her walls throbbing again, increasing the discharges to the rest of her body. Y/N's nails dug into his head, trying to push him away for mercy, but he had no intention of doing so and aware of his strength, he lifted her off the bench, bringing her back to the floor.

- W-wait Ro! Ah! S-slow down! - groaned Y/N, relaxing her back for a second too long onto the new position and it was enough for him to slip his fingers back into her, this time without taking off his tongue.

Leaving moods dripping everywhere, her folds spread comfortably to welcome him and Roman caught one between his lips, releasing it with a loud pop. He pushed, explored and licked, hungry, until he felt her wriggling again between murmurs and moans of pleasure, his manhood pressed on her back while he held her up. A new orgasm from her suddenly hit her, making legs tighten around his head and he licked thirsty, spurring her over and over between the tremors of her body.

- You're doing great... keep your eyes open, babygirl - he called back in an husky voice, licking his lips when Y/N stopped fumbling against the floor to look at him.

She was hot, with her eyes liquid for pleasure and a blurred look, she seemed exhausted and Roman gave her a moment of pace, placing a kiss on the inside of the thight to comfort her. A low sound of gratitude reached him in response and Y/N tried to close her eyes again, but the contact with his boner that was rubbing forcefully on her lower back made her reopen them and Roman smiled amused, leaving her a trail of rough kisses to return to take place at his table.

They would have time for that too, but not there and not now.

He rubbed against her with a growl, feeling his shaft throbbing for attention and deeply inspired her, pulling her back against his chest to pick up where he left off. Y/N however didn't seem to like it and in an effort, she struggled to wriggle out of Roman’s grasp, struggling to pull one leg away from his shoulders to turn around.

- Where y'think you're goin? C’mere, we haven't done yet. Another one - he took her, running a hand under her flat belly to lift her with no effort.

- No Ro, I-Its enough- but her voice failed as one of his fingers slipped deep on her spot from behind, causing a whine that Roman returned with approval.

- Enough? I said I’d take care of you... did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that? You know me babygirl, im a man of my word.

- ... Ro ...

- Just breath, baby, im not going anywhere.

No, he wasn't going anywhere at all. Not after getting a taste of her.

#roman reigns #the tribal chief #wwe #daddy reigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x female reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #roman reigns fan fiction #roman reigns fic #roman reigns one shot

[lolirock4ever]

Let's talk about the "Iris killed Mephisto" situation

With season 3’s possible (and hopeful) arrival, I thought this post might be necessary.  I’ve been going through a lot of old lolirock posts, and the amount of people that seem thoroughly convinced that Iris was responsible for Mephisto’s death is absolutely astounding. Like, have we watched the same scene? You could attribute her a small fraction of the blame, sure. But all of it? It seems to me like some of yall (in a very Praxina fashion, may I add) just want someone convenient to blame. 

Like, I’m all in favor of the “Iris killed Mephisto” jokes, like, keep making them, I love them. But… it should stay that way… a joke. Because some people seem to have taken it quite literally. 

I think I’ve read something similar somewhere before but, Mephisto’s death was not only one person’s fault. That was the point. It was a combination of variables that all ended up going tremendously wrong for the twins, BUT, one in which NONE of the characters involved had any intention of contributing to. 

You wanna blame people? Sure, you could blame Iris. She was the one that allegedly couldn’t control her Shanilla form. She was the one who sent the blast that, when collided with Gramorr’s own energy force, hit and shattered the big, shiny, and mildly explosive rock, that was going to fall onto Praxina, before Mephisto yeeted her away like a ragdoll and took on the blast himself. Wow. Does that not sound far fetched and awfully convoluted? Yeah, because it is. If anything, you could say that Iris indirectly and totally unintentionally contributed to Mephisto’s death. 

And you know what? While we’re on the subject of blaming, why not blame Gramorr? He was the one who started this whole mess for everyone. He is the reason that battle was even happening in the first place. The energy Iris sent collided with HIS magic, causing the blast, so, logically speaking, he should also be blamed, right? Did he mean to “kill” Mephisto? No. Though if I’m being totally honest, he probably wouldn’t have cared either way, but still. I’m not sure he even noticed that was even happening. But it also wasn’t his intention. 

Oh, do you wanna blame someone else? Great! How ‘bout we blame Praxina herself? If she had just left with Mephisto, like he wanted, instead of “wanting to watch” (what the heck was that about anyways? babygirl, i love you but TF?!), they wouldn’t have been anywhere near the blast when it happened. And then, to save her from her own recklessness, Mephisto was the one who got screwed. 

Heck, we can even blame Mephisto himself. He was the one who decided to jump in front of his sister to save her, wasn’t he? No one made him do it. 

See? We can blame pretty much everyone. OR we could rip the page we took from Praxina’s blame book, crumple it into a ball, rip it to shreds, and throw it off of a bridge. No good comes from trying to find a non-existent scapegoat, and that’s something that some of you, AND Praxina alike, are going to have to learn at some point. Sometimes things aren’t just black and white. There are shades of gray (this is so cliché, but it’s true).

But let’s backpedal, shall we? Imagine Iris was actually the one who undoubtedly, yet accidentally killed Mephisto. I’m gonna ask the real question now. Why should she care? I love the twins more than anything else, obviously, they are my favorite characters in the show, and I feel awful about what happened to them. But they’re not exactly saints. I’m not even going to list all the awful things they did to the princesses, and Iris specifically, because we'd be here forever. But I’ll use Princess Brenda as an example. You know, the episode where Mephisto and Praxina basically “killed” all of Iris’s friends, AND the love of her life, just… because. And they did all that, 1) on purpose; and 2) did not feel bad about it in the slightest, and even gloated about it. Like, they were thrilled. So how exactly is this any different? If anything, it’s way worse. Iris indirectly and completely unintentionally killed Mephisto (as stated above), with lots of other people to be blamed for it as well, AND, she even apologized to Praxina, and said she felt sorry about her loss. She obviously didn’t feel good about it.

What I think screwed her over with certain members of the fandom was the “But you can’t blame me for it.” line. Because maybe I don’t know, YOU CAN’T. Also, what was she supposed to do? She knew it wasn’t fully her fault, as she fucking should. So should she just drop to the ground and cry her eyeballs out, and mourn the loss of her enemy who had consistently made her life a living hell for god knows how long? Like, are some of y’all mental? And it’s fucking hypocritical of Praxina to expect anything more than that from Iris as well, considering everything they've done to her (but, then again, Praxina IS a hypocrite, not a single surprise there).

At the end of the day, neither Iris, nor any of the other princesses owed Mephisto (or Praxina) anything. They didn’t owe him their grief, their mourning, they didn't owe him shit. Because, guess what? A lot of yall aren’t prepared to hear this but. Mephisto enjoyed screwing with the princesses' lives just as much as Praxina. No consideration whatsoever about anyone they had to trick, backstab or hurt. Yeah, Gramorr was making them do it. But they sure as hell were having a blast through it all. In fact, only near the end, when Gramorr was yapping about planetary enslavement or whatever, did Mephisto actually start to kinda realize the gravity of the situation (while Praxina was still on cloud fucking nine). Which- props to him, I guess. I think he was realizing that all of that wasn’t just some big elaborate joke. I think I’ve made a meme of this in the past like, “Wait. You guys are actually evil? I thought it was a joke.”, and this basically perfectly sums up what I think was going through his brain at that moment. That’s why he was so apprehensive till the very end. That, and also the fact that he was then starting to realize that him and Praxina were not any different from Lev, or Jodan, or any of the other minions Gramorr lied to and exploited, to do his dirty bidding for him. They, too, had been expendable, tricked into devoting their entire lives to someone who filled their heads to the brim with nonsense and empty promises of grandeur, when, in reality, he wasn’t actually planning on following through with anything. Why would he? After all, they were just cheap, stupid merchandise.

Still, none of that removes the fact that both Mephisto and Praxina were bad people. Yes, they were kids, so there was obviously room for growth if put in the correct environment, but nonetheless. And I agree with people when they say that Mephisto had more good in him than Praxina, but that still doesn’t make him a good person. The problem is that people like to babify him, and that kind of takes away all the complexity that makes his character so beautiful.

You can love a character and believe they deserved better, while also holding them accountable for their actions and acknowledging they weren’t perfect. 

This is going to sound insensitive as hell but the twins made their bed. Now they have to lay in it (well, Praxina has. Mephisto… well, he can't really lay on anything, can he?- because he is- ya know- dead, but… whatevs). 

Iris could’ve even not shown a single ounce of sadness for what happened to Mephisto and she still would’ve been well within her right to do so. Of course, she is objectively “good” so the expectations for her to do “good” are much higher than the bad guys. The villains are “objectively bad” so whenever they do something only slightly itty bitty nice they’re immediately reduced to “misunderstood” or “poor babies omg uwu” or “they didn’t do anything wrong ever”. Because for them the bar is on the floor, the expectations are low, they don’t need to do anything. For christ sake, let the protagonists make mistakes, allow them to not be perfect, to have dimension. Y’all can’t handle it, can you? Either Iris is a bitch for “killing” poor wittle baby Mephisto or she’s a, quote on quote, “Mary Sue”. Like, pick a lane and leave female characters alone. Let them be complex, let them lose their marbles, let them make mistakes and learn from them. This goes for Iris, but for Praxina too. 

She’s gonna fuck up a lot in season 3, we all know it. She’s gonna do unspeakable things, and I fully believe that, at some point, she might even get past the point of no return. Because she’s human too. Because, right now, she’s all alone without the one person that was always there for her, and that she always took for granted. This doesn’t have much to do with the original point of this post, maybe I’ll elaborate on this later, but I think that one of the main conflicts that Praxina is going to deal with this season is GUILT. The guilt of knowing you didn’t appreciate someone enough while they were there, that you took them for granted. She’s gonna think back to all the times she yelled at or hurt Mephisto (yes, most of that was your usual sibling stuff, but she did take it too far sometimes), and that’s gonna fucking break her. You just know she’s going to have those memories replaying over and over again in her head 24/7. And that’s gonna fuck her up badly. 

She’s still a bad person, but she has layers. She is a complex human being, always, but now more so than ever, and y’all better keep that in mind (also, please please please @teamlolirock, you have the opportunity to do something great with this, maybe even something a little darker to get different audiences for the show as well, and peak the interest of people that aren’t all that familiar with the show yet, please do not waste it, DO NOT squander this potential). 

Also, might I add, I loved how in character for her it was that she immediately blamed Iris for the whole Mephisto thing. Like, if there’s something Praxina has never done during this whole show, was take the blame for anything. That’s her Achilles’s heel, one of her biggest fatal flaws (that and her ongoing hypocrisy. pride too), and of course this situation would only exacerbate it. Well played, @teamlolirock, well played. Here, take my hat. 

Anyways, Banes is the true bitch, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he turned out to be the big bad boss, and I don’t see people discussing it enough (I might make a post on this too when I have the time). 

With that being said, if you’ve read this far, thank you, and I’d like to know your thoughts. If there’s anything this fandom is missing is some good old’ character and world building dissection. Have a good one.

XOXO

#lolirock #lolirock season 3 #praxina #mephisto #lolirock praxina #lolirock mephisto #lolirock gramorr #gramorr #lolirock iris #lolirock talia #lolirock auriana #iris princess of ephedia #talia princess of xeris #auriana princess of volta #og post

[james-vi-stan-blog]

why do I feel like the previous anon was a dig at me for asking questions about the kind of people James and George were😃I could be wrong though.

my only thing about why I’m hoping all of them in the show will show their flaws or how much of a bad person they can be is because I know it’ll be so much easier for people to understand or even sympathize with George simply because Nicholas is playing him. I’ve probably mentioned this before but I fully believe it has something to do with looks.

Nicholas is incredibly attractive so a lot of people feel more inclined or gravitate towards his character to feel sympathy, maybe defend, or ‘babygirl’ George even through problematic issues he’s had (that might be in the show but idk what they’ll include) but compared to Tony portraying James? I don’t think he’s going to get that same energy or thought process because his character might be criticized more simply because some people don’t find Tony/James attractive. I’ve seen this happen many times and it’s just odd people haven’t picked up on that.

I’m not saying people aren’t allowed to make up their own opinions about how they perceive the the characters or force my opinions onto others. I honestly can say that I feel sympathy for George and James (even Mary) but I think a lot of people aren’t going to realize how much looks would come into play when their formulating their opinions about the characters.

I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense, I have a hard time writing my thoughts! also I’m not trying to start anything so I hope this doesn’t come across as rude or anything😭

-✨

I don't think asking "good or bad" type questions is necessarily pointless… after all, people do have vices and virtues, and they can make good, bad, or downright evil decisions. I think we can even evaluate relative badness to some extent (like the 5th Earl of Bothwell, there's a phenomenally shitty person). Rather, it's a binary vision of good and bad guys that's toxic for the study of history. I think it's also limiting for media. If you (general you, not you, ✨) are going into Mary & George just looking to be entertained, there's no need to have several essays cited that George Villiers Is A Good Person™ Actually before you've even sat down. Not every story is meant to be didactical. What is about to unfold in front of you could be a villain's tale, some complex shade of tragedy, etc.

But to the main thrust of your ask, honestly… I too worry about this. The halo effect and lookism are well-documented phenomena (known and understood even in the period itself… I mean… why was short, stuttering, shy Baby Charles so invested in his iconography, but to depict himself as strong, masculine, handsome, and therefore virtuous and deserving to rule!!!) and also applies to media depictions of historical figures. It's totally a real thing that when a historical figure gets played by a popular actor, people will tend to be softer on that character, not even purely due to "beauty = goodness", but also because the pleasure of the visual spectacle inclines us to excuse what we're seeing. (Actually, even outside the appearance of the actors, people tend enormously to excuse the actions of a protagonist. It's just sort of an effect of the medium.)

That said, I believe the vast majority of people who say "I support George's rights and George's wrongs!" are just being silly and having fun and are perfectly capable of rationally judging what they're watching. You guys are great, please have a great time, tell your friends about the show so that more people learn about James VI and the Villiers family!!

But yeah, rarely there's… I don't go on Shitter but saw a screenshot of someone saying they hoped Somerset/Buckingham would be the main ship because Laurie Davidson is hotter and they don't want to watch an "ugly" (??) "old man fuck" and that just disheartened and disgusted me. You know, gayness doesn't exist to be hot and entertaining. Queer stories serve more purposes than fetish fuel for oglers. And this story is about real people who actually existed…

Also, I've got thoughts about people who think it's wrong and disgusting for James to have fallen in love with handsome George Villiers but also vociferously and openly thirst over Nicholas Galitzine and want to see him naked in queer roles. 😑

Anyway I'm happy to see these figures in almost any interpretation but I really hope George Villiers will be allowed to be magnificently terrible because… c'mon… it's George Villiers. The icon. The legend. The Duke of Buckingham himself. I feel like watering down his character would be cheating him of the glory he's due.

#mary & george #james's weird stan rambles again

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Gurlll are you taking requests? If so i just had a whole thought. What if it's like reader finds out she pregnant and finds out Erik done got a whole family behind her back. Oh and make that shit sad too ~ thx boo

You hastily pull the plastic from the First Response box, ripping it open and pulling out the pee stick. You take your shower and wait the minutes with it dipped in the urine, not really knowing what result you want. One the one hand, it is a hot girl summer. Do you really need a baby on your hip? No drinks? No smokes? A baby would be an unexpected surprise for you. You haven’t even talked children with Erik. Does he like children? He did say he enjoyed having you to himself, just the two of you. He doesn’t seem ready to settle down and make the major changes that a baby would require. 

But he adores you. And if he adores you, he has to adore the pieces of you. It’s simple, he has no choice. If the test is positive, he has to GET ready because although unexpected, the baby will be just as much his responsibility. Maybe it’s good thing.. Maybe, this baby will bring the two of you even closer. Maybe it’s time.

Peaking at the pee stick indicator, it feels a lot like tossing a coin. Heads or tails. Not pregnant. Pregnant. 

It’s two lines. Unmistakenly, that pink line is there. 

You sigh full of nervous energy. It feels like a big step, one that makes you take deep breaths while absorbing the fact that things might change. You don’t quite know how, but that’s where the anxiety comes in. 

Who should you tell first, Erik or your mother? Your mother of course, she’ll help you and give you some good advice. She’s going to freak out. She’ll be so excited, she said she wanted grandchildren.. you just didn’t think she’d be getting one so soon...

You hope Erik’s happy like the fathers that you’ve seen in the videos. You never know though. News this big can be shocking, you’ve seen men freeze as well. If he isn’t initially excited, but is instead stunned and unable to process, you’ll try to be patient and help it to sink in. Either way, you two have got to talk. In less than one year, you’ll be parents.

It sounds so weird to say, you’re gonna be a mommy to a little newborn baby who hopefully looks like the both of you. You’re gonna give birth and bring a life, no, a SOUL into this earth. How beautiful is that? You’re gonna get to feed them and teach them and cuddle. You’ll dress them and style their hair. You’ll have so many firsts with them that you’ll get to laugh about. It’ll be a whole new world filled with pure love from a pure being who will look at you like you’re absolutely perfect as you are. The thought has you falling in love with your baby already. And in nine months, you’ll get to meet them face to face and say the words: I love you.

What’s gonna happen with the three of you as a family unit? Erik has said over and over that he loves you and wants to be with you. Only you. You hope he means it as much as he says it.

“Babygirl! Baby, where you at,” you hear him call from the kitchen of your studio apartment. His voice moves around getting closer and farther at the same time. “I wanna see you.”

“You’re early! Give me 20 minutes, I’m in the bathroom.”

“No rush,” he knocks on the door backing away. He’s an hour early, you haven’t even had time to get dressed for dinner, it’s 5pm. Reservations are for 7pm. Hurriedly, you dispose of the trash but keep the indicator stick for future use. You won’t tell him the news tonight. You’ll wait until the time is right.. after you’ve told your mother and when you’re ready to discuss it all properly. The knowledge of it is too fresh right now, you need to sit with it. 

Once out the bathroom you find him chillin on the couch. He looks up, jumping up to hold you, his arms gentle around your waist, cheek resting comfortably on your hair. He softly rocks you, smelling like the feint sweat of the day mixed with his cologne. He actually smells really good, like a hardworking man with a good job should. 

“Stop,” you bump his hand playfully when he acts as if he’ll pull your robe open.

“You mind if I shower? Long day, I know I’m a lil sweaty.”

“Mm,” you lean back holding your tongue. Would it be weird if you said you like it? Big tall sweaty sexy man? “Of course, go ahead. I’ll get dressed,” you point toward the bedroom. Your body follows the direction of your thumbs and you push dresses out of your way on the closet rack to find the perfect outfit, a red form-fitting dress with red pumps and the diamond hoop earrings he bought you for Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t meet you. He was busy with work, but he cared enough to plan the gift delivery. You refresh your curly kinky fro and pick the roots for extra volume, then you put on your red Fenty lipstick and head back into the bathroom to apply your lashes. “How was work,” you ask over the sound of the water. You’d think he were drinking it or drowning. “Nevermind,” you smirk fixing the outline of your lips. 

“Ugh, long day baby.. the hospital is always crazy,” he sniffs. “Paid your rent today by the way. How’s your tire holding up? Do you think you need to replace it?”

“Not right now, it’s holding up and you know I’ve got that donut in the trunk.”

“But I wouldn’t let you drive on a donut, what kind of man would I be?”

You smile though he’s steaming the mirror. You can’t see your reflection to do anything else in the bathroom mirror so it’s time to go. 

“Hurry up, I’m ready.” You head into the living area spotting his bag on the couch. He probably has his cologne in there. You keep meaning to check the brand, it smells so good on him. Maybe you’ll surprise him with a new bottle and he’ll tell you how thoughtful you are and you’ll kiss and do some other thingss.. you giggle opening the bag and finding what you were searching for. It’s that Oakcha brand surprisingly. You sniff it to be sure and it’s the exact scent. Just as you expected, he could use some more. You put it back. There’s also an iphone in the bag. You turn it on, it’s charged but there’s a passcode and you can’t go any further. It’s not his phone. Well, it’s not the phone he uses.. this one looks new and updated, you have never seen this phone. His is a much older android since he’s not big on technology. All he needs is a number to call and text and his email, he’s not into fancy cameras or social networking. That’s actually something you love. He’s off the map/off the internet. He’s real and concerned with what’s in front of him. It’s refreshing. That’s why you’re wondering, what’s this? Is it his? Since when?

“What you doing,” he asks watching you stare into his bag. You hadn’t known he was out of the shower. 

“Looking for something,” you zip it back turning with a mischievous smile. He approaches slowly, watching you. 

“Did you need something? Because I got everything you need.. right here! C’mere girl!” He pounces and you giggle madly when we sweeps you into his arms, his mouth tickling your neck in kisses. He smacks your ass, rubbing it through your dress. “You look too good right now, maybe we should skip dinner and have dinner here.. I could eat if you catch my drift.”

“Shush,” you touch his lips silencing him. “I’ve been trying to go out all week with you, you’re not keeping me here.”

“Fair enough, let me get dressed,” he marches grabbing up his bag where there’s also a change of clothes. You grab his ass through the towel. “Don’t start nothin you ain’t ready to finish,” he warns slipping his black briefs on under the fluffy white towel. He dresses fairly quickly in a smart business casual shirt/tie/slacks combo while you figure out when the best time to ask him about the phone will be. You’ll ask him at dinner, that way you can ease it in there. It’s likely for work, your job gives you a phone too and at a hospital it would make sense for a doctor to have a private number solely for emergencies.. 

He drives and the two of you ride to the rooftop restaurant over most expensive hotel in the city where he proceeds to spoil you with whatever you want as usual. You don’t explain why you don’t want wine, instead pressing that you’d rather have water. 

“Babe, I’ve been a little dehydrated lately,” you say and it changes his course. Now he’s  on the water train and encouraging it. “Babe, I’ve got something to ask you,” you lay your fork down looking at him evenly as he searches your eyes in question.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Whose phone was that in your bag?” The question hangs in the air as it visibly caught him off guard. He collects his thoughts and resumes eating.

“That’s my work phone,” he explains just as you thought. You nod, clearing it from your mind, good man, good job, good food, great night. Everything’s going well, the only thing that could make it better is if you told him your news and he got so excited he proposed. Is that too much? Too soon? The relationship feels like you two are headed in that direction, you’ve been patient hoping that he’ll go for it. Don’t even ask you, just do it. You’ll say yes especially now that you have his baby. It’s a hard secret to keep. You sip your water to fill your mouth.

“How was work for you,” he asks and you tell him all about your day working from home. You used part of your lunch break to buy the pregnancy test. That part you leave out. The two of you eat and dance to the light and jazzy music watching the stars on the way back to your studio where you spend the next hour having the most spiritual, orgasmic sex. The moment you’re in the door, you pull at his tie so his lips smash into yours. Your hands grip his neatly braided locs, messing them up and sliding down his prickly throat while he tugs your dress over your head. You make quick work of his button up and then his belt buckle followed by his pants, pulling them impatiently as he hops and you snicker. You get as far as the kitchen counter. His body is heavy on yours pressing you into the counter and leaning you back to kiss and nip at your cleavage up to your neck and back. Your front clasp unhooks in his hand allowing the bra to fall. His hand slips into the front of your black thong rubbing, his fingers getting sucked inside of you as you hold his head, his mouth suckling your nipple, arousing you to desire more.

His tongue pushing in your mouth is distracting, he loves to kiss and he’s good at it. Your legs go up and wrap around his waist while he pushes into you, your panties pushed to the side as he breathes into your mouth. This is how you got pregnant in the first place, He strokes your thighs and kisses your neck, holding you with gentle authority. Talking you through it when you feel that spark. Telling you to “Let it out. Let it baby, let it out. Good girl. Good girl. Cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s dick. Ooh.. Good girl, baby.”

For an hour.. until he sees the time. “Shit,” he jumps but then remembers you and kisses your forehead sliding out of your sacredness gently. “I gotta go, I gotta get back. I just came by.. I wanted to see you.”

You nod understanding. He’s a surgeon at a prolific hospital with a lot of clients who need round the clock care. He pulls 48 hr shifts.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he rushes throwing his stuff into his bag and pulling his clothes back on sloppily. He turns back from the door to give you one kiss. “Sweet,” he smiles. “I’ll call you.”

Just like that he’s out the door again. You rest on the countertop collecting yourself and breathe wondering when you’ll next see him. You should probably tell him soon.. In the meantime you call your mom and like you thought.. she’s excited. The thing is she thinks Erik should bite the bullet and commit, but she agrees you shouldn’t push him. She says to tell him soon. The longer you wait, the more convoluted things can get and you want the relationship to remain in a good place. You decide.. you’ll tell him in a week. You’ll plan a reveal and hopefully.. it’s alll you’ve dreamed of. In fact, the thought has you excited and planning already. You have notes in your phone of how you’ll do it. You spend the rest of the night after your brief shower thinking about it and playing it out in your mind down to his reaction.

When your phone rings in the middle of the night, you sleepily check the contact and smile. Erik must’ve been thinking about you too. He must’ve gotten a break at the hospital. 

“Hey baby,” you smile rolling over to get even more comfortable.

“I’ll say this one time,” a woman’s voice responds to your surprise. “Stay away from my fucking husband or I WILL kill you.”

“Who is this?!” You sit up thoroughly confused at who could be playing on his phone.

“I’m the wife, bitch. Surprise surprise! This is MY family you’re fucking with and I don’t appreciate you calling and fucking my man. He may fuck you in provate but then he comes back to me and youo know why, bitch? This is his home.. with his two kids and his WIFE.”

“Where is Erik,” you demand getting angry. 

 “Beside me looking stupid as hell. You wanna say something,” she asks. You don’t want to believe it. You listen closely and it’s his voice in the background.. denying you. Saying he never fucked with you and that she’s crazy because he barely knows you. He took your number to be nice and she’s trippin right now. “I’m tripping,” she fusses and suddenly you’re the third party to their argument. “I don’t know what he told you,” she says, “But know he’s not leaving his wife and children for some bitch he doesn’t claim. Now I’m assuming you didn’t know because he ain’t SHIT.. and because of that I’m not there in that little shoebox he’s been taking money out of MY kids’ mouths to pay for.. whooping your ass. I’m deleting your number from this lil beat up drug phone and-”

The call drops. You don’t call back. You sit up instead staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Scenarios go through your mind. Should you call back and tell him off? If it’s her, do you apologize? You don’t want to talk to her at all. You don’t even want to talk to him. What about the baby? Should you still tell him? Do you even want him in your life and the baby’s life after hearing the things you just heard? You wipe the tears from your eyes and swallow the knot in your throat. Should you call your mom back to talk? No, you don’t really want to talk about this, it feels like a fresh wound. You slide back under the covers and look at your phone rethinking everything he’s ever said and texted to you. Never did you think it would be you in this situation. You never knew people could lie that thouroughly with no care for anyone but themselves. All the wasted time, every kind and lovely word, every I love you, every kiss and gentle touch,, was part of a crafted lie. What else had he lied about?

Somewhere in their arguing, you heard the woman call him N’Jadaka.

You scour the internet on a whim trying different spellings and it takes you the next hour but your searches finally produce social media accounts that are public. Pictures of two kids fill the albums along with random tired memes and then there’s a beautiful woman posing with the two kids. It takes some zooming because he has no selfies posted, but in the mirror reflection of the photo with the woman smiling between two small kids, you see his face. You wipe your eyes again and again until they’re raw. 

You stare at that picture realizing that the child you’re pregnant with will never know him the way the kids in the photo know him. You won’t give him the chance. In fact, you don’t want him to be the father at all. The thought of him still being inside of you makes you itch. The love you thought was secured is something you never had and it hurts to be reminded. So you make a decision. No more. No more ties, no more Erik, no more baby. You’ll make an appointment tomorrow with Planned Parenthood. 

The next morning you get to work in your living room with the decision in your head. Keep the baby or abort it. You already told your mom about the baby. You were so excited thinking about having a family, but now.. you scream silently pressing your temples while on a conference call with your camera off. You find the number online for planned parenthood and step away from your laptop to call scheduling an appointment. Though that part is done, you don't feel any better. You don't feel peace. You feel anger and like you're losing everything at once. It's overwhelming to feel that and work at the same time. He's taken so much from you.

You hear a baby coo loudly and Meagan apologizes and mutes her mic. The timing of it gives you second thoughts. Do you really want to lose this baby? All because of him, why should you? Just because he's a mess doesn't mean you shouldn't have this kid. Good things come from fucked up situations all the time. You decide you'll keep the appointment but that baby is coming into the world. You wanna meet them and love on them. You want to feel the pure love radiating from your blessing and take care of a tiny angel even if it's alone. You'll do it. Just you and your baby.

You decide to take a brief walk into the outside air to ground yourself and your thoughts. I walk down the steps, thinking steps ahead. Preparedness. Pregnancy books. Lamaze. And in a stroke of clumsiness, you fall. You fall down one flight of stairs and then another.. into a concussion.

You wake up in a hospital where they're afraid to tell you the news.. the news that you already suspect and have been laying in the hospital bed crying over.

You miscarried.

The End 

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[skaruresonic]

I'll add more :)

Nine is treated as a tragic villain by the fandom. He's just a poor bapy boy who only wanted love, but Sonic hurt him because he thinks he's Tails and doesn't appreciate him as himself! So really, no wonder he wants to destroy the shatterverse and even kill Sonic himself! (as some of the Shatter energy or whatever it's called is inside Sonic, and pulling it out would kill him). Hell, Sonic himself apparently only wants to reason with Nine!

I just want to say that no one would forgive him if he was an Eggman counterpart. Same tragic backstory, same pain, same plan. And by all means, an Eggman wanting to destroy a multiverse out of spite is at least more coherent than a Tails doing this.

(btw no I don't think Eggman appears after the first 8 episodes lol)

I would respect Nine more if he was honest with himself: he did it all for the nookie. So Sonic can take that cookie, and stick it up his yeah, stick it up his yeah.

I'm not surprised; after all, this is the same fandom that babygirl-ified Infinite and even put forth theories that he was some sort of wayward Tails. The proto-Nine, if you will.

Before I played Forces for myself, I legit thought that Infinite was a tortured soul loyal to his pack, as opposed to a sadistic, power-hungry bully who doesn't give a single damn that his squad got killed.

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So really, no wonder he wants to destroy the shatterverse and even kill Sonic himself! (as some of the Shatter energy or whatever it's called is inside Sonic, and pulling it out would kill him). Hell, Sonic himself apparently only wants to reason with Nine!

craaaawling in my crawl, these crawl they will not craaaawl

Ah, yes, obvious the solution to one's inner pain. Genocide. They already pulled this particular narrative trick with King Shadow. At some point you have to pull back and think, "Does the character's agency factor in at all?" Because implying that Sonic's presence is the only thing keeping them from turning into Eggman is insulting toward the characters. In addition, it risks turning Sonic into Hedgehog Jesus, which, given how much traction the idea of Sonic being all-merciful is getting lately, is not loaded with potentially terrifying implications.

In that vein, I wonder if this mindset is the driving force behind why people insist Eggman isn't really all that bad deep down. The idea that he only does bad things because he wasn't loved enough as a kid uwu and not, you know, the fact that he's driven by unchecked greed and ego.

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(btw no I don't think Eggman appears after the first 8 episodes lol)

are we here just to suffer.

#the baby eggman is cute though. I'll give prime that much #asks

[remyfire]

It sure was Flootz's! Love Is a Sacrament, and god that's another I've reread several times because I just LOVE the dynamic at play there. It also hits so many of my "interests", so to say, and truly is such a good showing for that ship. I also love that even though it's a modern AU, they're still written exactly the same, just with the added bonus of actually being married.

And y e s I can definitely see that! I need BJ to confront the parts of himself he doesn't want to acknowledge the existence of, please and thanks. I know there have got to be things he represses and ignores, and I'm sure Sidney can tell too, but BJ never lets him get close enough to figure out what those things are. But BJ babygirl sometimes you have to talk it out! And truly if you wrote more fics of them I would read every single one.

I could definitely tell something was up in that scene in Eye for a Tooth too, Margaret may get fed up with these boys but she's not outright cruel or vengeful. I was so interested to see where it was going, and BJ's reaction did not disappoint. Admittedly I don't really ship them however I absolutely respect that rarepair, and even platonically I can sooo appreciate that care and softness he showed her! It was all acting and she was in on the plan but it's still so clear that BJ wanted to make absolutely certain she was okay the whole time and god just what a man. Everything he does is underscored with so much love and I love the little moments we can see it like that hand hold and check in!

As for Mulcahy, I definitely see your point about the wanting recognition vs the Catholic teaching of selfless help. I also thought it was interesting that the immediate next episode was Dear Sis, where we see Mulcahy struggling again with feeling useless and unrecognized in the unit. I loved Hawkeye's talk with him and trying to show him he was wanted, I think he really deserved that. And as a former Catholic myself, I find the idea of the dismantling of a belief system you've followed your entire life soooo interesting. And the fact that Mulcahy has managed to hold onto his beliefs for so much of the war tells me that any questioning he does would be painful and long-felt, and that just makes it even better. Any introspection with him would be fascinating and would take so long to dive into, like you said, but damn it if I'm not having some thoughts of my own.

(God bless the MASH writers who decided to give us shower scenes in literally any of the episodes they appear in. Also that chopper pilot is correct, because I too want to blow Mulcahy's back out. I think he deserves it.)

And P.S. please don't apologize for the length or rambling! As you can see, I'm fully able to match your energy in that regard. I love getting the peeks into other peoples' minds like this and also writing obnoxious character studies in tumblr ask boxes. So ramble away!

It's always interesting to see what transposes well into a modern verse and what doesn't carry through, right? I respect authors that can make it work for them so easily because I struggle sometimes to really manifest ideas of what would be the modern equivalent of being trapped in a very small area with a very small group of people to essentially evolve the characters into the ones we come to know and love. Like, they are not the same people when they get there as the ones who leave, and the majority of the reason they become who they are is due to the stress, the constant psychic damage of it all.

I realize ofc this is the autism of it all, really, me making things overly complicated for myself as an author 😂 But it's fine

That being said, justalittlegreen did it in a way I really enjoyed with her "A Full, Rich Day," which is BJ/Hawk/Trap and setting them in a modern verse where they're all in residency together, and having the frantic and sometimes incredibly heavy/grief-stricken moments really pulled it all together for me in a way that just hit. So I'm always turning thoughts like that over and over in my head to figure out what might finally inspire me to possibly try something similar one day in my own work.

(also please, don't worry, you don't have to tell me you don't ship BJ and Margaret. I am the captain of their canoe with roughly four other individuals as passengers, just paddling our way through the ocean. I assume that no one else ships them, trust me 😂 )

If you're not careful, though, you're gonna get me talking about just the sheer husband-coded nature of BJ and how he is constantly looking for ways to microdose on that aspect of himself while being so far away from Peg. It kills me. Man is out here carrying Margaret around any chance he gets, being so respectfully tactile with the nurses—a hand on the shoulder or the arm—his instinct to check in on them when he can tell something's wrong. Like, YES, so much of it is that he is genuinely an incredibly good man, but it's such an interesting part of his character to me, how often he'll go out of his way to do these things and genuinely seeming to get a degree of personal fulfillment out of it, bless his heart.

I am fighting tooth and nail to hold Mulcahy back in my brain right now. Lovely, sweet man, genuinely misguided in many circumstances, fully aware of a lot of the pain that he brings by nature of being a Catholic priest (I have a lot of thoughts about it regarding the S8 episode "Yessir, That's Our Baby" that are always trying to bubble over, so lemme know if you have some yourself when you get there haha) and yet still so keen on his mission all the same, whether it's compassion or conversion. And Dear Sis, fucking Christ, what a whammy of an episode. That conversation between him and Hawk in it lives rent free in my head. God. Did you know this is a good show? /lh

#really surprised every time i remember that this is a Good Show #who knew that the thing that had such a cultural impact half a century ago would continue to hit with the strength it does #long post #my ramblings

[covenofwives]

Eeeeeeeee ik my questions tend to be very detailed so im so glad you like them like that. I'm a world building fanatic and also make aus so i get wayyy too into all the small things hahaha

The languages!!! Omg I freaking LOVE THAT?! That's so freaking interesting and makes so much sense aaaaaa! It's so freaking cooool all the different languages unique to this au, I am specifically looking so hard at the fea language I'm geeking out over it ahfkdbksn. Are there languages in this au that are the same in our world? ie: Spanish, French Japanese, ect.?

Rn I'm slowly catching up on all the lore I've missed while being on hiatus so if I make comments or ask stuff that's already been answered sorryyyy

Each of the gods clearly have their own set of powers (in which i am still trying to catch up on and figure out what's been revealed so far ahfknsjs) so what would you say is each is their favorite? Either to show off, convenience, entertainment, ect. Question 2: are there any powers that the gods share? Or are they all unique?

(bonus question would you consider XD babygirl? I believe they are babygirl 😤)

I sent a whole novel I'm so sorry I should really spread these out more hahahaha

-emmadoodlewrites

Please don't apologise for how long these are. I truly love them!

Definitely there are other languages in the AU since we have characters like Quackity who is very open about his Spanish language. I would say that where the SMP is on the world map would be more english speaking but there are more languages out the world. It is quite hard to grasp though because so many times I've wanted to write c!George being described with his british accent but then remembering that britain wouldn't really exist on the SMP and having to scrap it. Things are still being ironed out, but absolutely there are other languages.

Don't worry about asking questions that might have been answered before or not, I don't mind answering the same questions again and again especially since I don't really have a spot to keep all of the info so it can get confusing. ^^

As for God powers, there are definitely powers shared between Gods and some unique to each one. For instants all Gods have the ability to spawn in items from their realm when they need and most of the Gods can shapeshift to alter their form, either to their "human" form, true form or taking on a new form entirely for one reason or another. While all Gods have the ability for it, it does depend on their skill for it. Some Gods might not shapeshift at all and lose the ability how to, having to relearn. And certain powers can be taught between the Gods. Take for example XD, they are the God of the End but came to the Overworld to live. While they can spawn in what they need from the End Realm, their time living in the Overworld and learning has adapted them to spawn in items from the Overworld too, and can manipulate and terraform the Overworld. These powers obviously got much better after he was blessed by HD (which I did a little comic showing) but they learned the power on their own at first and developed it because it was the environment they were in.

For FAVOURITE powers I think 4K's is definitely his lava manipulation. It can help in combat situations of keeping enemies away and blocking areas as well as him using it for his little harmless lava blob to be a stress reliever (mostly to give out tickles). HD's would definitely be his helper hands powers since it's so convenient for him to use and he can be pampered without moving, but he used to have a power of connecting with everything in the Overworld. Literally EVERYTHING. Every tree, blade of grass, mountain, cave, he could connect and see it all and it was his favourite to use to check up on the Overworld and see everything going on. However the power drained him of energy so much that it's lead to his almost narcolepsy sleep states and since cutting himself off from the Overworld he no longer uses it. XD's favourite power is probably creation/spawning. XD's a very creative soul who loves making things for show off to mortals and Gods and he uses his powers to help enhance that. One of his favourite creations is the tickle dolls which he just loves to show off to mortals and make them play games and bets to get them. Really any power that can be used to play games or make games for mortals is his favourite.

#emmadoodlewrites #godsiblingau

[raintides]

the way you draw astarion is everything to me. The chaotic gremlin energy never gets shown by a lot of people and it makes me so happy you have it shining through so well. also thank you for drawing gale. He needs more love that isn't just meming and showing him eating boots and swords.

AKJHFS thank you!! i only just started act 2, but he is a troublemaker that wants me to pick all the dialogue options with the most dire consequences. but he is also a prickly cat hiding all of his vulnerable soft parts that i must coax closer with tasty treats (the treats is blood)

I LOVE!!! GALE!!! swagless man with a massive (but also hilariously delicate) ego, but at the same time doesn't think highly of himself at all??? i love his lighthearted attitude but he is also just so easy to tease. he cooks!! he loves cats!!! he can detonate at any second!!! he is my babygirl

i was trying to romance gale during my run but i fucked up and overwrote all of his pre-romance scenes in act 1 and that locked me out of romance with him entirely?? i got all the way to last light inn and never got another long rest cutscene with him since before i entered the grove and knew something was terribly wrong. so now i have a second save where i am happily chewing on gale's ankles :)

#asks

[lordrandreaming]

I realised I never posted him oops 😂

First drawing is done by me, second was drawn (first!) by @geto-suguru-my-babygirl !! :D

Oc dork post incoming (probably gonna be a part 2 too for my other son 😘) Long post~ imma talk about complicated family things and some murder, its ancient japan and all prospects I talk about are the things I like thinking about :D

Content Warning: Murder, Suicide, Parent-Child manipulation plans, mpreg, infinticide.. Lovely things that you should avoid if you like the looks of NONE of these words.

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To begin, this is Washirou Nobutoshi! Son of Naite Iru 'Okami' Nobutoshi, the man responsible for cursing the whole Nobutoshi bloodline. More on that later!

Washirou was born way long ago, sometime before the Hei-an period really kicked off! His father Naite is a proud nobleman essentially, but in truth he's just a rich as hell samurai. Naite started the whole samurai thing within the Nobutoshi. (Any Nobutoshi has an inborn skill that anything they see, they copy with no idea how they do it, and it's all thanks to Naite!) But he acheived his power through melding with a curse, that was created by his own hatred. Naite will receive his own post later :3

But, Naite took this curse and used it to gain respect, fear, and money all at once. Not to mention a little bloodspill from time to time was refreshing.. But this changed after Washirou was born. Washirou was born with a head of black hair, but as he aged it turned to the streaky white overpowering black it is currently.

All Nobutoshi have three things in common, one being their inborn skill, the second being their prowess with a blade, and last, their height. Typically, Nobutoshi are over 7' tall, both men and women! Gigantism runs in the family.

And so, Naite is over 8' tall, due to his technique that lets him gobble souls. Washirou is 7'6, but only after puberty does he hit such a growth spurt. Nobutoshi slightly shrank over the years, but the youngest adult Nobutoshi currently, Wakase, is 7'2.

Back to Washirou! Shirou here is different from what an actual Nobutoshi acts like. Generally, Nobutoshi are aloof, and maintain a strict schedule with a straight face. Washirou always has something to smile about, and is not what Naite had in mind for his son..

Washirou grew up not knowing anyone else but Naite. Naite was his father, and that's all he had. Washirou grew up loved, and disciplined. He is mannered.. But lazy. One could say he's the 'hippie' of the family. He's laid back, but at the same time loves a good fight. He's charismatic, and loves to brag about how cool he is..

But don't expect him to go running somewhere and being the hero. He's not some knight in shining armor- he's the next Clan head of the Nobutoshi. And he has a thing with running away from responsibility, and conflict..

Nobutoshi are Sorceror's/Curse User's, and are an opposing Clan to all known Jujutsu families. Naite planned on using Washirou as a way to wage war and become the dominant Sorceror family in Jujutsu society, of course.. He doesn't tell Washirou. But Shirou figures it out quickly.

Naite's aim was to have Washirou as honed in skill as himself, for his son should outshine his father. So Washirou became dedicated to the blade, and upon upshowing Naite, earned what should have been the Family Blade.

Forged from meteorite, the sword, Veiled Moon, was incredibly heavy. Naite had to wield it with both hands to effectively use it, but Washirou, can hold it with one hand and swing it as if feather light.

A testament to his natural strength, but as well, he too fell victim to the curse Naite wanted upon the family. Devouring the soul of a Celestial- people who were said to possess immense positive cursed energy, with the ability to see into the future through dreams and visions. Devouring the soul of a Celestial granted Naite his copy-cat nature, and thus had his son do the same.

Naite devoured many Celestials- but Washirou only consumed one. Washirou felt the curse of the Nobutoshi writhe within his very soul- but it never took hold of him fully. He persevered, and lived how he wanted to.

Washirou's hair started turning after training with Naite as a 11 year old. From then on, it only grew whiter as he lived on another year.

Washirou, the rebel non-conformist he is, falls in love with a sorceror. Not just any Sorceror- but Kenjaku himself. A common Sorceror of no real significance, just an unfortunate born man with barely a smidge of meaning to his life. All he had, was knowledge..

But meeting Washirou changed his outlook, that the sky wasn't always dark and stormy. He had a certain beauty about him, that appriciation of life, which drew Kenjaku in. The two first met, Kenjaku was only so old, being 13. He wasn't a right and proper Sorceror yet, he was simply a student beneath his master, running meaningless task errands..

He tripped and fell carrying a whole bunch of delicate scrolls. While others stared on at him, Washirou, being 16 himself, stepped in a helped pick up the scrolls. They became friend's shortly after, and became inseparable.

Washirou never once questioned the mark on Kenjaku's neck, though he was defiantly curious. He waited until Kenjaku wanted to talk about something, anything, and diligently listened to every word he had to say. All Kenjaku knew and more, Washirou wanted to hear over and over again..

It's a slow bloom of the romances, wrong feelings that have never made either Kenjaku or Washirou feel so right.

It's a secret- the two of them. One wouldn't think they were so close, but even still, they always were around eachother. You could see the fondness they had for each other, but masked it by saying they we're brother's in arms.

Secret meet-ups at the lone cherry tree over yonder, far from the village, just so they can sit and enjoy each others presence in the quiet. Kenjaku would unravel around Washirou, the one person who he could say he trusted with his life.

This didn't change- even when Naite figured them out. Washirou skipped training religiously after he beat Naite in a fight fair and square, earning his sword. But.. He's different. Each time he comes back, he seems more and more distant. Yet still, Washirou loves his after.

This however, does change. Naite hates Kenjaku, its a seething, possessive fury. Naite has only Washirou, his own lover dead and gone so soon after Washirou turned a year old. How dare this common street rat, a opposing Sorceror try to take his son! Naite despises Kenjaku, because Kenjaku changed Washirou.

Washirou only changed for the betterment of himself, and everytime conflict tried to arise between Naite and Kenjaku, he would diffuse the situation. Naite harbored no hatred twords his son- but he defiantly was annoyed.

Washirou aimed to try and break the Nobutoshi curse by finding a way he can rebirth the Celestial he devoured the soul of, and with that reborn Celestial, protect Jujutsu Society. But.. How was he going to do this?

Well, it was an accident. Kenjaku and Washirou's relationship was intimate at impoper times, but what happens when its the most opportune time? Just by sheer luck and timing, Kenjaku ended up conceiving a child. One, who was Washirou's answer to the Nobutoshi Curse.

Of course, this news was not taken very happily by Kenjaku, who knew Naite would try to kill him, or the child.. For sure, he would be successful with one of those things. He went to Tengen first to discuss his woes, and she offered him a shoulder to cry on. She couldn't protect him, however. For she is but a young sorceror herself.

Washirou wanted to remain optimistic, but he too, knew the outcome wouldn't be what they wanted. But of course- both he and Kenjaku came to the conclusion that this child, may be a Celestial. They hate to force a child into such a position- but it's the only way now.

Naite, knowing what Washirou has done, arranges a marriage, forcing Washirou to keep up the Nobutoshi family apperance, by conceiving a child with his new wife. (She was more like a friend to him, in the end. She was just happy to have a baby-)

But as Kenjaku's due date neared, tension only grew. Naite's energy began to distort and warp into mass negative cursed energy as he learned he was able to possess other's-

So what does he do? One night, while Kenjaku and Washirou were alone together, Naite possessed his own son, and taking advantage of Kenjaku's weakness and Washirou's strength, attacked him. Using Veiled Moon, Naite stabbed through Kenjaku.

Washirou, who regained some control of himself, drops Kenjaku. He is mortified- He just committed the highest sin anyone can in these times- killing one's own child, and attempting to take the life of one's lover.

And so- to redeem his actions, Washirou uses Veiled Moon and plunges it into himself. Naite, not expecting the results of his actions, in turn, tells Kenjaku that he will hunt him to the ends of japan, wherever he goes, Naite will find him again, one day.. Before Naite entirely leaves Washirou.

Kenjaku is left with a dying Washirou. His final parting words are 'I love you, never forget that...'

This is the day Kenjaku lost everything dear to him.

And so, he continued the rest of his life, unfortunate as it may be, carrying the loss of the perfect life he should have had.

Meanwhile, Washirou's second child, a son, goes on to live, becoming the running legs for the Nobutoshi line.

Thousands of years later, Kenjaku and Washirou reunite, but in different bodies. Washirou possessing his greatest grandson, Wakase Nobutoshi, and Kenjaku possessing Geto Suguru. Two fated lover's, just as they were.. Everything Washirou and Kenjaku were supposed to have, was all Waka and Geto had.

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[countrymusiclover]

25 - We're all Connected

Part 26

She's Human or Weapon

@tyrionsprincess30 @groovy-lady @bigbendyhorns @logolepsic-insomniac @the-big-bad-klaus @ocappreciationtag

Peter tried to fight the God but broke his leg. Hope charged towards the guy blasting him with her golden power. But he throws her backwards into the walk making me gasp. Charles lifted himself up on his elbow feeling her pain as much as myself. Bending my head between my arms I try using my energy power but it's all inside Hope. Scott and Hank started to go fight until the gods own teammate cut him in the leg. The God grabbed her by the throat revealing that it was actually Raven. "Raven..." Charles gasped suddenly starting to cry. Clutching my eyes closed I felt her struggling to breathe meaning that he planned to kill her. Hope gets to her feet running towards him again throwing her arms out doing a flip landing inside the building. Rushing for her body I wipe her hair from her face finding a pulse. "Hope babygirl, open your eyes for me...please." I begged letting tears out. Searching through her mind she was still there. She suddenly gasped shooting upward grabbing a hold of my arm. "Mom, he's - he's in my head. I can feel him."

Charles leans against the wall grunting about to sacrifice himself to the God but he paused staring our direction. "He was right - Hope's right - there's still some part of us connected to him." I finished his thought tugging our daughter over to her father taking his right hand in mine. He intertwined his other hand with Hope's and I do the same. "We can get inside his head." Locking eyes with my daughter I can feel her nervousness. "What exactly do I have to do, mom?" Charles closed his eyes releasing a breath training his focus. Closing my eyes she followed my actions trying to remain calm. "Just calm your mind. Focus on his mind and just let yourself go free." Opening my eyes again there's only a blue mindscape around the three of us. The God enters our minds standing a few feet away from us. He dropped Raven on the outside focusing on the three of us. Clutching my hands into fists at my side I smirked to him. "Let's see if you can handle three Telepath's shall we."

Hope intertwined her hand with her father's before he strides forward grabbing the God's head making him scream suddenly. "You want what I have. You want to feel what I feel!" Hope and I ran forward throwing our hands out making the voices grow louder. Apocalypse screamed seeing all the minds just as we do everyday. He moaned in pain getting punched in the gut by Charles. "Welcome to our world. Your in my house now." Raising my right hand I punched him in the chest making him stumble backwards. Hope ran forward kicking him in the rib for Charles to try and land another hit but Apocalypse grabbed his hand. He breaks his bones throwing him into the walls. I barrel roll underneath his legs feeling Hope disappear from our minds right before Apocalypse throws me through the floor making me groan beside my husband.

Hope's POV

Shooting my eyes opened Jean is bent down beside my parents seeing their struggles. Hank and Scott both looked to me to do something where I get to my feet. The wind blows through my hair that is completely loose. Apocalypse started walking towards our group of heros until two metal posts stuck in the ground blocking his path. Standing on the edge of the building I grinned seeing my uncle levitating in the air. "You betrayed me!" The God guy growled feeling angry. Erik shakes his head opening his hands ready to fight. "No. I betrayed them." He moves his hands back launching all the metal down onto Apocalypse. Scott got on the ground using his Lazer eyes to burn the God who was almost trapped where he stood now. My heart beats faster when I saw Apocalypse walking forward unharmed. If he got to my parents he would kill us and control the whole world.

"Hope, release who you truly are. No more control. Just be yourself." My mother's voice rang through my head causing me to rush back into the room. My mother laid beside my father gasping for breath. Grabbing her wrist I entered her mind space seeing Apocalypse had her by the neck throwing her body around like she weights nothing. He picked up my father with his other hand punching him into the ground where he ended up outside the door to Cerebro. Apocalypse released my mother who had scratches across her face. Pulling out from their minds Jean grabbed my hand pulling me to my feet where we stood eyeing the God before us. "Jean, what are you-" She cuts off my question with a simple reply. "Just lisen Hope." Closing my eyes I didn't understand what she meant at first until I recognized my father's voice inside our heads. "Let go, Jean...let go Hope. Unleash your powers. No fear...no more control...just let go...let go girls!" He screamed up to us where I opened my eyes flashing Apocalypse a wicked smirk once more. "You're gonna pay for what you did to my parents." I thought to myself.

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[sheikahwarriork]

- Outside of Dimitri, who's your favorite characters from each house? ( Counting the Church as a house! ) And what's your favorite support too?

- What's your favorite moment in all the game? And your favorite line?

- If you could give three supports to Dimitri with ANY characters of the game ( counting everyone, even those normally impossible to talk too like Sothis or dead character ) who would that be?

- Do you have any headcanons you'd like to share?

- Also I've seen you like Mother Mother from your fic ( good taste by the way :] ), so are there any songs you associate with three houses?

Those are a bit more specific, but I love seeing other creative take on that game, so:

- If the characters weren't nobles, what do you think they would be doing in life?

- Do you have any fe3h alternate universe?

- If you could had any element to the game, what would it be? ( It can be anything! And oc, a new class, a new type of magic, etc )

If you don't like a question or don't have the energy feel free to skip them or respond later! Also take any time you need :) Also I tend to be a bit overexcited when talking about the game so sorry about the length ^^"

thank you so much for these questions!! <3

1) for the black eagles, bernadetta 100%. i dont talk about her often, but i loved her since i first played the game (and i recruit her everytime!!), i wish she could s supports f!byleth because i totally was going to romance her in my first CF run if i could! we have a lot of things in common, and i love how in post time skip CF she is outside her room! also when she's near jeralt's grave when he dies çwç babygirl. i love her so much. i even bought the pop parade figure (alongside with the dimitri one of course xD). for the golden deers, i like marianne a lot!! she's so precious and sad and i just want to hug her grrrr. her supports with sylvain are super cute ("cheeeese?"), i love her smile. for the blue lions, aside for dimitri... man i love them all so much! but i'm gonna say mercedes. she's sweet but also clumsy and also funny and she loves ghost stories!!! best girl :3 for the church staff, know that i love flayn soso much but i count her alongside the blue lions, so i'll say seteth. bc daddy. sad daddy. best daddy. 👀 oh, i was forgetting about the ashen wolves! i really like yuri: chaotic bisexual thief lord. what more can i say?

1.5) about my fav support... i love many of them! ugh i cant choose just one! dedue/mercedes supports are so soft, the part where mercedes says "duscur may be gone, but you're still here" and then dedue whispers to himself the same thing... it's so precious and angsty but also cute, and that was the moment i fell in love with mercedue xD i also enjoy a lot the felix/annette supports bc theyre so funny and i love grumpy felix falling for cheerful annette!! grrrr netteflix i love it grrr. i have others but i should get to the other questions lmao

2) my fav moment in the game? "your hands are so warm... have they always been?". what more can i say? angst/fluff dimileth + dimitri starting to heal, just in a one line!! perfect moment. my TOP FAV line tho is "KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM" bc chris hackney didnt need to go so hard but he did and i love him for that. powerful. love feralmitri

3) before three hopes, i'd say bernadetta for sure, but i'm pretty happy how their supports went xD so i'll say: dorothea (she'll explain to him what bisexuality is and dimitri will finally have his bi-awakening), petra (with dedue being his best friend, i think dimitri would be willing to help petra with brigid indipendency), and yes sothis too. imagine dimitri (who doesnt fully believe in the goddess) talking to a little green gremlin who teases him over his crush for the professor *chef kiss*

4) i have TOO MANY headcanons dear anon it's an endless list 😭 i'll say the one about dimitri's sense of taste: he recovers it back after a lot of love from byleth :3

5) yoo another mother mother fan hello!! i actually have a playlist, it's dimileth-core basically lmao.

6) if characters werent nobles... i never thought about that! i like to think ferdinand would be an actor at mittlefrank opera company, and annette a songstress; bernadetta would be a farmer, maybe with marianne (bernie takes cares of the plants, marianne of the animals); ingrid a mercenary... these are my first thoughts!

7) alternate universe? mh... i have an intricate modern au in mind (actually a wip fic currently on my laptop), but im not sure if it's what you mean. i like the aus where sitri doesnt die and byleth grows up at the monastery tho!

8) a new element in the game... please let my non-magic classes cast magic if the unit did learn magic!! 😭 also i'd like if the weather in the monastery changed, at least based on seasons

thank you so much this was so fun!! and dont apologise for the lenght, really, theres no need i appreciated this ask a lot <3<3 if you have any headcanons or other thoughts about the game i'd love to read them! my inbox is always open uwu <3

#anon ask #fe3h #yuzu speaks

[ilijaf]

we fucked around a little too hard and found out irilija might be parents so here's the result of that.

choosing a name wasn't so hard: ilija's family already had a tradition of every name starting with i and it just so happened that he had a child with someone whose name also starts with i so passing that on to their daughter didn't take any convincing. they decided to go with a croatian first name and igbo middle to represent both sides of her, then later on decided to add another middle name because why the fuck not ? that's how we end up with iva annuli renata filipović, second in line to the throne of croatia. one thing you need to know about this pregnancy is that they'll halle bailey the shit out of it. close friends and family will know, people will speculate and be almost sure about it but if you think for a second these two are gonna make a pregnancy announcement or anything of the sort you've lost your damn mind. not for shame of not being married yet or only being a couple for a bit over a year but they just don't wanna deal with the stress of it and are thinking of ways to protect the baby at all costs right now so the only confirmation anyone will get will be months after iva is born. maybe on their 2024 ig recap in december. you'll be sliding left and, would you look at that, a baby. both their parents freaked out with the news. ireti's far more than ilija's; although ivana wasn't very happy he was having a kid before getting married, at least someone was making sure the throne now has a direct line to it rather than make curves and circle back to distant relatives. there was still pressure to get them married quick before the world knew of the baby but this once they put their foot down and decided against it for the same reason they didn't tell the world: it was a lot of stress they had no interest in being under at the moment. iva grows up to be a lot more like ireti than ilija. she loves sports, she's a bit more reserved and picky with the people she surrounds herself with, she actually thinks before acting which results in her not being a complete idiot like her father. still, she owns his heart and soul. his biggest fear is that, her being so into sports like her mother (she'll play volleyball her entire life alright), she'll somehow follow in his family's footsteps and abdicate to be an athlete. that won't happen though, iva loves politics. she wants to be part of every meeting, even the ones ilija himself dreads. being a monarch is the main thing on her mind. araya and sol are the godmothers, we don't believe in godfathers in this household (i.e: they don't have any male friends).

a little bit after iva turns two irilija will realise that they actually enjoy this whole parenting thing and decide they want to do it again. and then comes ivan. they're very creative with the names, i know, his mother will be so happy with these istg. his isn't very different from hers: a croatian first name, an igbo middle, a third one just for vibes. ivan akunna paškal filipović. and, you guessed it, they're not about to tell the world about this pregnancy either. mind your business. the light skin energy in this dude is so strong i can hear him calling me babygirl from here, help. if iva is ireti, ivan is ilija entirely. this guy will befriend a door if the knocks are melodic enough and call that a conversation. he's outspoken, an extrovert, a party animal if you will, his main goal is to make sure everyone has a good time when he's around and that he exceeds at. but while his sister grows to have their dad's job, he'll take his mother's title and become the athlete of the family. he's a cycler and boy does he take it seriously. once he makes it there, you'll see him at the grand tour every year, i promise. he might not win but he's there. this kid's level of competitiveness is almost illegal: he's always trying to one-up iva in the stupidest of things. unfortunately for ivan, he always ends up losing and you have no idea how much he hates losing. but his sister's older, wiser, smarter and knows his tricks, he doesn't stand a chance. that doesn't stop him from challenging her every opportunity he finds though, he's annoying like that. mimi and yihwa are the godmothers (i'm telling you, not a male friend in sight).

#hshqtask033

[daddy-suguru]

𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤

𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖…hdcs, nsfw, dark nsfw

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤...3 of his favorite things to do during fun times

𝕔/𝕨…daddy kink, dacryphila, somnophila, knife/blood, dehumanization, degradation, praise, worship, dp, king/sex slave, bondage

ℕ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠…

daddy dom/baby girl sub; Kento has a huge daddy kink, and he loves calling you various names, from baby girl to princess to darling. He would want you to call him Daddy only in private around the house. But whispering it in his ear in public turns him on a lot.

thigh riding; You make a mess of yourself for him on him. You can stroke his cock and he will play with your nipples but it’s all you. Kento pays great attention to every move of your hips and every sound you make. It’s wonderful foreplay for when he is tired after work which is most of the time. And you never complain since his thighs are hard and wonderful against your clit. “Your not thinking about stopping now are you? You’ve only finished twice, I thought you were unbearable horny that I had to rush home right away. So keep going till Daddy tells you to stop.”

praise/worship: This man is a giver when he is home, maybe it’s because he is trying to make up for working so much. Either way when you behave Kento worships your body and praises your body. You aren’t insecure with this man.

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦…

mirror sex; Satoru is vain, your a beautiful woman and he is a beautiful man. He gets off on seeing him fuck you just as much as he is getting off on fucking you. It’s a bonus for him if it flusters you, “Don’t look away, look my pretty cock pounding your sweet little puss. Your taking me so well, might have to let you stay the night for another round.”

boob job/face fucking; He wants to have your head dangling off the bed whilst you hold your tits together so he can switch back and forth between fucking your wet tits and hot mouth. He wants to hear you gag, “You like my balls hitting your face stupid, cute little slut?”

somnphilia; with your permission. You’re at your most vulnerable state when you sleeping. And when he gets done with a mission sometimes there is just left over adrenaline keeping him awake. Satoru’s mind drifts to you. So he lets himself in and pays you a surprise visits. Satoru doesn’t care what you have going on the next day. Getting his dick wet and hearing your sleepy moans of his name are more important.

𝕋𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝔽𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕠…

cock warming; He can cuddle you without saying he wants to cuddle. And he can feel your gummy walls squeezing him whilst cuddling you. So that makes the cuddling even better. He is strict about you not getting yourself off on him during cuddling. “Ya waiting for me to come home. You can wait some more, I don’t think your wet enough for me.”

size kink/manhandling; This means trapping you with his body, trying to make you feel smaller. And moving you how he wants without warning. This man will stand up and slam you down on his cock with his hand around your throat.

daddy/babygirl; call him daddy anywhere at any time. Everyone needs to know your being taken care of by him. And just whose you belong to. As if the hickeys on your neck weren’t enough. “Say my name baby girl, let me know whose pussy this is.”

𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒…

double penetration; Sukuna will switch between wanting both cocks in the same hole and wanting to fuck both your pussy and ass at the same time. Either way he is obsessed with how you take both his cocks. “Cock drunk slut taking my monster cocks, just like that! I’m going to break your tight pussy. Fuck, my pet is stretched so fuckin wide because of me.”

knife/blood; Sukuna wants to hurt you and see the blood drip from your skin. He wants to see you writhe and try to jerk your body away. And as you loose more blood, whilst he plays with your pussy, in your pleasure and pained state your going to slowly loose all energy to fight. Afterwards the scars on your body remind you who your soul belongs to.

king/sex slave; Be the willing sex slave for Sukuna, call him king and worship the ground he walks on. And let him use your body however, whenever and he can’t explain to himself why he loves your utter devotion. “Your always wet for me aren’t you. Tell me did you think about your King coming to use his pussy all day?”

𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦…

dacryphila; Overstimulation, edging, pleasure or pain Suguru is going to make you cry from it all. And he prefers if your wearing make up to use the kind the runs. So you look extra messy for him whilst he fucks your throat. He likes hearing you say it’s too much and that you can’t handle it. And he loves how you won’t use your safe word, “That right fucking take it! You want me to stop? My cock is hurting your little pussy but you still need to take the rest of me like a good little slut.”

bondage; This gives him so much control over your body. He can splay your body out and take away you ability to squirm away from him. And if he is in a good mood you’ll be comfortable tied up, but if you’ve upset him then the position will be painful. “Satoru is coming by for a little while, be a good girl and keep your slutty loud mouth quite. I know that vibrator makes it kind of hard but I have important things to discuss with him whilst you hang here looking so beautiful all for me.”

degradation/praise; Suguru mixes the three. Leaning some times heavily one way or another between degrading and praising. That all depends on how his day and your behavior.

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