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#nope. Can't do it. there's too many twists and turns

berberriescorner · 7 months

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pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man😩😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed.

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber.

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different.

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most.

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation.

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed.

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs.

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut?

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even.

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips.

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.”

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin.

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.”

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper.

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion.

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised.

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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Steve hears Billy coughing, before he opens the door.

"Shit, Billy, how are you?"

He can't help it, he drags Billy into the living room. Billy who shoots him a bewildered look and then shrugs.

"Nothing," he mumbles, voice raspy. He begins to unbutton his shirt. "Lemme blow you."

Okay, Steve gets it. Billy doesn't "do feelings", doesn't do "boyfriends", doesn't do sentimental shit, he has told Steve that many times.

But Billy's tan is gone and his fingers are shaking. Why isn't he wearing a jacket?

Steve doesn't know what to do. He's scared he'll chase Billy away if he's too nice, if he's got too many feelings. He can pretend they don't cling to each other when they fall asleep, but this? He won't ignore this. Billy obviously has a cold.

Steve has to do something. Billy looks cold and like he hasn't slept in days, eyes red rimmed and glassy.

Steve panics and throws his sweater at Billy.

It drops to the floor. Billy blows a curl out of his face and stares at the dusty blue sweater.

"Are you that eager-" Another cough rattles Billy's chest.

"No, you need to put it on, to stay warm." Steve grabs the sweater and hands it over Billy.

Billy glares at it like it's about to bite him. There's something tender in his eyes, something young. Steve's heart twists and turns.

He dares. "I'll make you a tea."

"Tea," Billy echoes. "What the fuck are you-"

Nope. Steve won't listen to Billy's lies about them only fucking.

"Or hot chocolate?" Steve raises a brow.

"Why would I-" Billy coughs again. He clutches the sweater tightly.

Steve points at the stairs. "Go to bed."

"Damn, you're worse than… a mot- a… " Billy trails off. "Uhm, you're the worst. You suck, Harrington."

"You won't get any marshmallows with your chocolate."

"Fuck you."

"Put on the sweater."

Billy walks upstairs. Steve can hear him cough from his room.

When Steve comes up with the chocolate, Billy wears the sweater and glares at the wall.

"This wallpaper makes me sick," he rasps. Another cough shakes his body.

Steve's heart is filled with marshmallows.

"Shut up and drink your chocolate."

#billy needs someone to care about him aggressively #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #sickfic

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anchoviiies · 6 months

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gn!reader x Luffy where Luffy experiences jealousy for the first time (unconventionally) and gn!reader is unaware

Exploding meteors

⭐️🍎⭐️

Luffy centric, gn!reader. enjoy!⭐️🍎

Inside Luffy, there's an ever-expanding universe: planets and stars orbiting around his guts, supernovas, meteors, and asteroids colliding with each other.

Sometimes they explode in the middle of his forehead, right between his eyes, causing him intense headaches.

It happens when: Sanji takes too long to cook, and the kitchen is filled with smells and odors he can't eat yet, not at that moment;

when he gets angry,

when he's sad;

when he stays alone for too long;

when he's the first to wake up, and the ship is still asleep.

It doesn't happen often, but it does, and he hates it a bit.

Other times, he feels the explosion in his chest, right next to his heart.

It happens when: he watches you reading on the ship's deck, or when you turn to smile at him.

When his eyes capture yours;

when he reaches out a hand in your direction, finding your fingers to hold onto immediately.

This happens frequently, and he loves it.

It’s something that fills his insides, grounds his feet to the ground, makes him feel puffed up.

Lightweight but not superficial.

All words he found in your books when you forget them on his bed or when you read them aloud because Luffy gets bored in silence.

But what he's feeling right now is different.

An entire galaxy has turned inside out, a black hole has opened in his stomach.

It hurts and burns.

Luffy runs a hand over his belly, trying to dispel the pain.

It's not like when he's hungry, and it's not even like when he eats too much and his eyelids get heavy. He watches you talking to that person, nodding happily, then placing a hand on his shoulder, and Luffy's stomach hurts again.

When you turn and smile at him, he thinks it might get better: they smiled, their eyes are on me again, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s oka- except, well, it's not okay at all.

The black hole grows, swallowing everything it finds: Luffy feels it slide down his arms to his hands.

They're sweaty, and he tries to wipe them on the fabric of his jeans.

You've already stopped looking at him again, continuing the conversation with that guy.

Now, Luffy really wants to hear what he's saying, but the discomfort is too great, and his stomach hurts so much that he wants to go back to the ship and sleep until the day.

Everything twists inside him, everything collides and shrinks, and Luffy himself feels a little smaller.

He sits on the ground, crossing his legs. He drops his face into his hands and watches you, sighing softly.

Inside, it's all a mess, but not on the outside. You smile and chat and laugh, he smiles and chats and laughs. People around you walk, hold hands, and the sun begins to set behind you, extinguishing in the sea.

It’s not fair.

"Y/N?" He reaches out a hand - quite literally, stretches it toward you, grabbing your shirt sleeve gently. "Y/N?" He asks again, insistently.

"What's wrong, Luffy?"

"Can we go? My stomach hurts."

"Didn't you eat too many takoyaki?" You giggles.

That guy laughs, and Luffy scowls. "No."

The smile fades from your lips as you watch him rub his hand on his stomach, his eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks slightly flushed.

Is he really in so much pain?

You bid farewell to your friend - if you can call him a friend, just an old schoolmate you happened to meet by chance - and let Luffy take your hand, rising from the ground and rushing toward the port.

"Luffy? Is everything okay?"

"Nope," he simply replies, avoiding your gaze.

"Do you want to talk about it? Where does it hurt?"

He shrugs, still avoiding your eyes. "Stomach. Already said. You weren't listening because you wanted to talk to him."

Inside Luffy, there's a whole universe.

And since he met you, it's all evolving.

A Big Bang of new planets and unexplored worlds: some breathtaking, others not so much.

Like the one that was born today, making him nervous, silent, and agitated.

Sweaty, overheated, and cold all at once, and this, and this, and-

"Luf." Your voice is gentle, as are your hands, which move closer to cradle his face. You force him to look at you, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

"I'm sorry if you felt sidelined. It wasn't my intention."

The black hole shrinks a bit. His stomach hurts a little less.

He sighs.

"Can we ask Sanji to make us caramel apples?" He finally says after a moment of seemingly endless silence. "But you ask, ‘cos he’s nicer with you."

You smile. "Of course."

#monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #luffy fanfic #monkey d. luffy #one piece fanfiction #one piece

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Sucking Rooster off at the hard deck! Please 🙏 for your next round of strictly scandalous.

Growing up, Bradley Bradshaw had always had a thing for his non-biological uncle's daughter. As the gold star kid, all of his father's closest friends saw it as their responsibility to help Carole raise the young tot that was Bradley. Ron Slider, or uncle Slider as Bradley knew him–was one of those many men.

“It can't be?” Bradley stood at the front door of the Hard Deck that only just opened its doors. Ten past ten in the morning. “Kerner? Is that you?” You knew that voice anywhere–Bradley fucking Bradshaw.

“If I turn around and see that god-awful ferret you parade across your upper lip is still there I'll be thoroughly unimpressed Rooster.” You taunted as you continued whipping down the bar for Penny.

“Ah, I'll have you know the mo gets a lot of attention.” Rooster quipped as he took strides towards the bar, forgoing the door and opting to jump up and over the bar.

“And I bet you just revel it it dont you?” You teased back as you finally turned all your attention to Bradley. “I'm just here for the weekend, Penny was short staffed and I had some spare time.”

“Oh, so you're not here just to see me then?” Rooster sent you that famous smug look he always had, even in his childhood he managed to get you all kinds of twisted. You’d lost your virginity to Bradley in the back of his Bronco and you'd been the first girl he’d slept with more than once. Always coming back for more because you were his best friend above anything else. The sex was great but the pizza you’d get afterwards and head out to lovers' lookout just off the eight-mile track was even better. “Never thought I'd see you in North Island again after you nearly bottled Hangman the last time you were here.”

“Guy had it coming.” You shrugged it off because it was true, Jake Seresin had really gotten under your skin the last time you’d been at the Hard Deck visiting. Uncle Mav had introduced you to the group he’d been working with over the last few months and Jake thought he would most definitely be going home with you. Too bad for him, you had the hots for Rooster. Always had, always would. “Who just acts like that all the time?”

“Hangman does.” Bradley laughed as his hands cupped the small of your back. Pulling you close. “But enough about him, let's talk about us.”

“Oh there's an us now is there?” You let the question linger in the air for a moment before following up, your hands drifting upwards to stroke Bradley's chest through his T-shirt. “Because I recall all we ever do is fuck and fight and forget that it always ends the same, so why even start this time when I'm only in town for the weekend.”

“Unless you changed your mind about my proposal, Kerner then that's on you.” Bradley made sure to remind you that he was always all in, it was you who had been reluctant to try a relationship more than just friends with occasional benefits. Until Rooster–you never wanted anything to do with the Navy. “Id have you for the rest of my life if you'd let me but here we are, about to fuck behind Pennys bar.” Your eyes widened at Rooster's statement as you fisted the fabric of his shirt in your palms.

“I'm not gonna fuck you but I'll suck you off until the first customer walks through those doors? Besides you that is.” Leaning in to suck a gentle kiss against Bradley's pulse point. “What did bring you in ten minutes after opening anyways?”

“Came to pay my tab from last night before Penny had me blacklisted.” Rooster moaned as your hands trailed down from his chest to his belt, undoing it as you teased his neck. Littering it with bruises. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding huh?”

“Nope–” You popped the P as you unzipped Bradley fly before he shimmied his jeans down ever so slightly as you fished his cock from his boxer briefs. “And it didn't take you long at all now did it Bradshaw.”

“Doesn't take much to get me going when you're around, Kerner.” Bradley sighed as you palmed him, his length hardening and growing in your first as you sunk to your knees before him. “Oh, fucking hell Y/n this isn't happening–” It was hard to believe you were about to suck Bradley off behind the bar. “Oh christ!” He sucked in a gasp as your lips wrapped around his tip, hand pumping his shaft before you took more of him in your warm home. He was home. “Ohhh fucking christ baby–I missed your perfect mouth.” Bradley let his head fall back as his hips slowly bucked to meet your mouth every time you pulled away and came back.

You knew Rooster was a grower and not a shower, but you always underestimated just how much he could really grow whenever you sucked him off.

“Ohhh god Y/n, feels so good.” Bradley moaned as he threw his head back again after having spent a moment mesmerised at the sight before him. His hands cupped your face as his hips began to move in sync with your mouth–softly thrusting into you this time. “Always so good to see you stuff your face with my cock.” As if to say fuck you, you were quick to fondle Rooster's balls. Invoking such an animalistic groan from the depths of his soul that it had your core throbbing. “Ah fuck, yes!”

The taste of pre-cum tandalisted your tastebuds as you sucked the ever living soul from your best friend's cock. Knowing that after your shift you'd grab a bite to eat and catch up on everything the pair of you had missed over that last few months. Coaxing him closer and closer to his high as you gagged and stuffed him down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks as you used your first for whatever inches you could take.

“Ah fuck I’m gonna cum, god I’m gonna fill your pretty little mouth, Kerner, if you don’t stop his second.” Bradley's eyes were wide and his jaw was slack as he looked down at you sucking him off. His face was flushed and slightly red–all fucked out and pretty for you as hot spurts of his cum shot down your throat as Jake and Javy came through the front doors. “Shit!” Rooster collapsed as you pulled away, watching as he hid behind the bar and you stood and greeted the two aviators. Wiping your mouth on your forearm as you did so.

“Hiya fellas, what can I get ya.” You asked as you kept your cool as Bradleys hand snakes up between your thighs. “Same old same old?”

“Got a good memory there Kerner, two drafts please.” Javy replied as Jake just nodded, timid around you.

“Coming right up–” You looked down at Rooster and just smirked, not knowing how long he’d be stuck down there with a mess in his pants and a hard-on from the view up your dress.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

#Stricklyscandalous Bradley ’Rooster’ Bradshaw

#strictly scandalous // bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw #strictly scandalous // topgun #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x f!reader

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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Hi love!!! Can I request a drabble with ''did we just kiss?" + '' holy shit—that was awesome!" from the third prompt list (or just either of them if you're limiting how many promots are in each request since you said you'd try to keep it to 1K which is epic!) I'd really like some Jungkook fluff and a lil humor if possible 🙈

YOURE GONNA DO AMAZING I CAN'T WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR MILESTONE REQUESTS!! ❤️❤️ (let me know if I get to send more than one bc I saw a few other promts I liked 👉👈)

Love youuuu!!!

KISS ME MORE | JJK

It’s not just Jungkook’s rigorous boxing lesson that’s making your heart beat fast.

» pairing: boxer!jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | PG-15 | fluff | best friends to lovers

» wc/date: 1.7k | July 2022

» warnings: none

» notes: lol i clearly couldn’t follow my own 1k rule. but i hope you enjoy, lovely mindy! it was cute to write 🥰

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? cinema - cix

“Come on, if you wanna kick my ass, you’ve gotta try harder!”

Sweat made the hand wraps twisted around your hands chafe your wrists beneath the heavy boxing gloves, but you couldn’t mention it to your sparring partner. The loud, giddy “I told you so” he’d hurl at you would be too much for you to bear. You clearly hadn’t tightened the wraps as well as you should have. His expert eye noticed from the very beginning, even when you insisted it was fine.

You brushed your forearm against your forehead to wipe away a few beads of sweat along your hairline. How was Jungkook bouncing from left to right on his toes with all the energy of a child at an amusement park? You were dying.

“What is wrong with you?” You leaned backwards, gloved hands pressed to your hips, as you tried to catch your breath. “Can you give me, like, two seconds?”

He flashed you a toothy grin, the action making crow’s feet appear at his bright eyes.

“No way, girlfriend.” God, you hated it when he called you that. He sounded like an uncool mom from the early 2000’s. “In a fight, will your opponent give you a break? Do you think they’ll pity you? Nope! They’ll knock you on your ass.”

He punched at the air a few times, demonstrating his sharp upperhook.

“Jungkook, when will I ever be in a fight?” You straightened your back and lifted your wobbly arms up to make your gloves level with your face. Maybe you shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.

He shook his head, flipping his sweaty bangs out of his face, and you swore you felt your limbs turn to jelly. Every day was the same shit, it just looked different. You could feed yourself excuses until you were sick. You were tired, lacked proper nourishment, didn’t take your vitamins. You were stressed, bloated, merely having an “off” day. If stuffing yourself full of thinly-veiled justifications for why your best friend made your stomach twist into knots every time he looked at you was a sin, then you were Queen of Gluttony.

“You never know! With that mouth of yours…” The wink he sent you was Cupid’s bow shot straight into your heart.

“Oh shut up, I’m ready.”

Satisfied with your submission, Jungkook lifted his hands sporting the trainer punch mitts. The first time you’d trained with him you were so worried about hurting him that you barely tapped against his hands. His biceps rippled as he flexed his wrists, presenting the flattened side of the mitts for you to punch into. The t-shirt he wore had the sleeves and armpits ripped out, the holes running down his sides to expose his toned chest and abs when he moved to the side. You licked your lips and shuddered at the salty taste of sweat on them.

Jungkook’s mitted hand flew out to boop you on the forehead, then quickly snapped back before you even processed what happened.

“I know I’m cute, but pay attention!”

The heat that flooded your face had nothing to do with working out. You planted your feet on the floor of the boxing ring and cocked your head to the side to crack your neck. Maybe a part of you thought you looked a little bit badass, but Jungkook quickly knocked you back to reality. He managed to hit you again, this time on the shoulder.

“You need to loosen up. Be quicker on your feet.”

“You wish you were as quick as me.” You gave him a little hop like he’d been doing before, your tongue stuck out in a violent point, nose scrunched. “When Muhammad Ali said ‘float like a butterfly, sting like a bee’ he was talking about me.”

“Oh really?”

Another boop to your head and you were starting to get annoyed.

“Jeon Jungkook, I was not ready. That doesn’t count.”

There was no mercy for you in those doe eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lighting of the boxing studio. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled as he chuckled a bunny-tooth laugh, getting far too much enjoyment out of your weakness.

“Okay, okay, how about this. Do you remember the routine we did on Tuesday? I’ll wait for you to advance first.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You absolutely did not remember the routine from Tuesday, but at this point you couldn’t just say that. Another boop to the forehead was definitely in your future if you admitted you’d forgotten such precious knowledge. You were just going to have to make it up.

With a deep inhale, you released air from puckered lips and charged forward. In your head, you had this really fantastic image of you flying through the air with your fist strong and your elbow laxed, the strands of your hair whipping out of your ponytail, a true Valkyrie on a mission. It was rather glorious, flying through the clouds like a warrior of female empowerment, taking down the man.

Keyword, image.

In reality? Your left sneaker slid against a glistening spot on the floor of the ring where you’d accidentally spilled some of your water bottle. Your body lurched forward, the heaviness of your boxing gloves making you top heavy. You were all limbs as you collided with Jungkook, and since neither of you had fingers to grab onto anything, you landed with a hard thud on the floor. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough that the skin of your sweaty legs was now sticking to the skin of Jungkook’s sweaty legs, you felt like you were going to pass out. There was no talking yourself out of this one, though, because the reason was very clear.

You’d landed with your mouth smashed against Jungkook’s, with your teeth clinking together and noses squished into each other. Not only was it terrifying, but it was unattractive, and slightly painful? The universe took away your Valkyrie fantasy, and your kissing Jungkook fantasy, too. All in a matter of seconds.

Horrified, you quickly tried to push yourself off of him, but Jungkook slung a heavy arm over your waist to hold you against his chest.

“Did we just… kiss?”

“Uhhh… no, no way. I just almost broke our front teeth.” Why wasn’t he letting you go?

“Nah, I think we did. We totally did.” Jungkook leaned his head back on the floor and stared up at you with a grin. “We should do it again.”

“What?” you croaked out, wiggling a bit in his embrace. He had to be joking, right? He was fucking with you.

“Aren’t you supposed to listen to me as your trainer?” Jungkook reached up to boop you in the forehead again. “Kiss me again.”

The intensity with which he stared at you made you want to shy away from him, but Jungkook held you firmly in place. Thankfully, he closed his eyes and you were able to look him straight in the face without feeling uncharacteristically shy. That is, until he puckered his lips at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, stop teasing me.”

The grin reappeared, though he kept his eyes closed. “I’m waiting.”

With your heart somersaulting in your chest and your head reeling, you did the one thing you thought you’d been safe to fantasize about because it would never happen.

The kiss was chaste, just as gently hesitant as when you punched Jungkook during your first day of training. He let out a soft sigh once your lips finally moved against his in a chaste dance. The sound startled you, half expecting Jungkook to throw you off of him rather than hum in satisfaction. That sweet sound was what made reality knock you in the head and you quickly pulled away.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Jungkook tightened his grip on your waist and lifted the two of you into a sitting position.

He ripped the mitts off of his hands, tossing them to the side. With his fingers free, he slid his hands along your cheeks, eyes roaming your face with a softness you could barely look into. He brought his face to yours again, chasing another gentle kiss with lips that were uncertain of where they belonged. The two of you fumbled over your movements and you found yourself smiling. The action made your teeth clink together once again, and Jungkook pulled away laughing.

“You just wiped all your sweat from your hand wraps all over my face,” you blurted out, nerves shaking you to your core. What were you supposed to say?? Your best friend was willingly making out with you!

Jungkook reached out to remove your gloves. You wiggled your fingers, thankful for the cool air running through them. But before you could truly appreciate the freedom, Jungkook grabbed your hands and pressed them to his cheeks. He really rubbed them in, squishing his cheeks to make his lips pucker and pout.

“Now we’re even,” he said with a grin and finally let go. Snatching up his mitts, Jungkook stood up and held out his hand to you. When you pressed your wrapped hand into his, you felt your entire soul melt.

“I guess we are.” You gave him a soft smile as you brushed yourself off. You had a tiny scrape on your knee from falling, but otherwise the only thing damaged was your ability to stay relaxed in front of your best friend.

“Do you… want to go home...” Jungkook brought his hand up to ruffle his sweaty hair, looking at you through long lashes. “With me?”

You squeezed the gloves against your chest and watched Jungkook carefully. “Only if you promise not to make me box anymore today.”

A smile replaced the insecurity he had painted on his face. His arm, yet again, swooped out to boop you on the head with one of the mitts. Using one of your gloves, you swatted at him in response. “Is that a yes??”

Jungkook jabbed you on one side, then the other, until you were curled inward and doing your best to defend yourself with your beat up gloves. “Jungkook!”

“Only if you give me another kiss.”

Seemed like an easy exchange to you.

do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my work <3

#drabble request #kmm #parkdatjimin #mindy💞#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts #bts x reader #bts x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #milestone drabbles

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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I was off tumblr a while and saw your now writing tw! If it's OK (and requests are open?) . Could I request your top three dorm leaders (headcons) and what you think dating them be like? (I'm a big tw simp and soo happy your now writing them. all the characters are so cute <3) . If you don't do headcons (I didn't see if you do headcons so idk). If you don't then a cute confession (m/n or character confess up to you!) with your favorite dorm leader. Just want some nice fluff lol.

Let's make it both ☺, I love writing and whenever I can I'm so happy, even if it takes me hours or days to finish them.

Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders [Headcanons&Drabbles] [Fluff]

Who confessed, and what's like to date them? Let's find out!

I don't really have favorites dorm leaders, maybe Malleus, so I just wrote something for everyone and I was gonna pick my three favorites, but I like them all.

Warning; ooc!characters x male!mc/yuu

Masterlist.

Game; Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Roseheart

It was sudden, and off-putting, to say the least, but it occurred.

Riddle has been catching himself thinking about the Ramshakle Dorm prefect, more and more often. He felt happy yet nervous whenever he was nearby, not even talking to him, but when he was? Riddle's face would turn such a bright red, that everyone would think he was boiling with rage because they might've broken a rule without realizing it. But nope, he was just really embarrassed and anxious.

He made more mistakes than he was used -which weren't many-, he was always caught off guard whenever (M/n) decided to drop by to study with Ace and Deuce.

And during the dorm's unbirthday party, when he was taking deep breaths to calm his heart into a regular, steady rhythm, he saw (M/n) entering the rose maze.

He didn't look particularly stunning or anything, but the wide, bright smile he showed at them, followed by his name being called with such cheerfulness, it made Riddle's face erupt in red.

The Heartslabyul dorm leader got up from the table and rushed to some place where he could hide and cool down.

Ever since then, Riddle has been actively avoiding (M/n) as much as he could. Running off somewhere so he didn't have to see him, wide eyes as he struggled to get his face to its normal color.

His behavior caused (M/n) to believe the dorm leader hated him, which lead to him being questioned by Cater since he looked a little sad. He explained to the ginger male what had been going through his head, at which Cater only chuckled with a surprised look on his face.

"Riddle? Hate you? No, he's just running to hide, his face turns so red when he sees you, but he doesn't look mad." And that was what (M/n) needed to hear.

Analyzing Riddle's behavior closer, he began following whenever he ran off, catching him in a nervous wreck as he fanned his face with his hand. "Riddle?" His voice made the red-haired male jump in place, turning to look at him, before letting out a squeal and quickly turning around.

"Wha-what do you wa-want?" He stuttered, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his hand.

Frowning a bit, (M/n) stepped closer and made Riddle turn back around to face him, holding his warm, soft face with his hands.

Almost immediately, Riddle's blue eyes traveled to look at his lips, a dazed look in his eyes. (M/n) smirked and pressed a kiss on the shorter male's forehead, hugging him gently as he stroked his red hair.

"I like you, Riddle, and is a little hurtful when you run away from me, y'know?" Blinking as he processed by just happened, Riddle felt like he was about to pass out because of how hot his face was, but luckily, (M/n)'s arms had a good grip on him.

•You're the reason he bends the rules so easily now.

•If you do something first and the rest start doing the same thing, he can't get angry at you, so he just lets you go with a warning.

•He gets really embarrassed too.

•If you suddenly hug him or kiss him he would squeal, and proceed to hide from you.

•But if you assure him that he's just so cute and how much you love him, he can't handle it.

•His face gets bright red if you hug him tightly while leaving kisses all over his face.

•He loves the affection but is not used to it yet, so you'll have to go slow and wait for him to initiate anything more than a peck.

Leona Kingscholar

(M/n) was just checking on the botanical garden since Crewel asked him to get some specific plants for the next class, and of course, Leona was there, peacefully sleeping. He sighed as he looked at him for a few seconds, before heading father inside, where Crewel told him he'll find the plant.

Already there and after looking around for a few seconds, he put on his gloves and reached for the plant, taking some leaves off and putting them in the plastic container he was handed when he left the classroom.

He was able to hear the faint growl let out when he woke up, but he ignored him, he was almost done and he didn't want to make Crewel wait for too long.

The moment he was done, he turned around and started walking out the same way he walked in, showing a subtle smile at Leona who was letting out a soft yawn. "Herbivore," he said, standing up and walking up to them, patting (M/n)'s shoulder as he walked somewhere where the sun wasn't as bright. "I like you."

(M/n) was left speechless, such words were completely unexpected. That was so sudden, so of course he was raking his brain as he tried to come up with an excuse or explanation as to what that meant.

On his way to the class, he kept wondering if Leona was joking with him or if it was a prank...

"No, Leona is too lazy for that though."

And (M/n) decided to just keep going with his life.

However, the next day during break, (M/n) jumped at the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrapped around his middle, he looked over his shoulder to see who it was, only to find Leona with his head resting on his back, almost falling asleep on him. (M/n) was so confused as to what was happening to the feline, and his friends were feeling a little intimidated by Leona's presence, so they muttered a quiet 'bye' and left.

"Leona-san? Do you need something?" He asked with a hesitant tone, asking himself how he would get out of this strange situation.

"I was waiting for you at the botanical garden, but you never showed up, so I came here." Was all he said in a slightly muffled mumble, (M/n) was able to understand him, but only barely.

"Why?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face, swiftly glancing down at his wrist where Leona's tail had wrapped around.

"Because we're dating now, I told you I like you yesterday."

•So it was real?!

•And now you're dating even if you didn't say anything back?!

•And you realized, "Who snitched?"

•"Ruggie"

•Well, at least you weren't painfully rejected, but now you had to bear a 185cm tall, at least 170lbs, lion-hybrid sleeping on top of you whenever he felt like it, sighing as your limbs -and pretty much your whole body- went numb.

•please crush me, I would die happy

Azul Ashengrotto

It was the rare occasion where the octotrio decided to swing around the Coral Sea. It had been such a long time since Azul had turned into his mer form, well, aside from when he overblotted -but no one talks about that-.

The three of them were just swimming around, Floyd and Jade swirling around Azul while they talked and laughed at memories they had from certain places. But suddenly, they went quiet, noticing how Azul seemed to be deep in thought... Well, more like daydreaming.

Azul, who had been tuning out whatever the twins were talking about, too busy remembering (M/n)'s voice. His laugh, his face, his personality, and how friendly and nice he was to him. He was too entranced in his memories, that he didn't notice when Floyd turned his body to look at him, a playful smile showing his sharp teeth.

"Thinking of your boyfriend, Azul-chan~" he teased him, causing Azul's eyes to open wide at those words, scowling at Floyd as he was about to tell him to shut up -and that he didn't have a boyfriend- when Jade followed his twin's teasing.

"He certainly may be missing prefect-san a lot, right?" How did they-?!

Feeling corned between the mischievous eels, Azul spat ink before turning around and swimming away, trying to find the biggest pot nearby, squeezing his big body inside it, feeling safer now that he felt the comfort of being inside a pot.

He felt like a kid again, running away and hiding from his bullies. But now he was hiding the embarrassment the twins' words caused.

As the minutes passed, Floyd and Jade eventually found Azul, since some of his tentacles were poking out of the pot.

While Jade was busy trying to get Azul out of the pot, Floyd kept teasing for a little while, until he got bored and started looking around for something to distract him.

But that wasn't the end of his embarrassment.

Back on Night Raven College, the first thing Floyd did when he saw (M/n) was tease him about how much Azul has been missing you while they were away. Cue a confused prefect who just blinked at him. Floyd didn't realize it, telling him what happened a few days ago.

(M/n) was taken aback, and he was pretty Floyd just snitched on Azul's feelings for him. But hey, this was his chance to go to Mostro Lounge and ask him out on a date, that is, if Azul decided to stop running away from him whenever he saw him.

•Dating Azul would be one way or the other.

•You teasing him along with the tweels, or you stopped them from doing so, realizing how flustered Azul looked.

•He had the habit of avoiding you when that happened. And you didn't want that.

•You had a special booth for you in Mostro Lounge, and you would often be greeted by Azul as he sat down to talk to you since he's been missing you all day.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim had no idea what it was, but he just kept wanting to give (M/n) more/better stuff than he gave to others, and he constantly wanted to be with him.

It wasn't like when he was with Jamil, it felt different.

He got nervous and excited which resulted in weird actions, like he found himself hugging (M/n) tighter or for longer. Wanting to be next to him all day. And he would be blushing, showing a bright smile whenever (M/n) would compliment him.

His reactions were cute, going from beaming with happiness, to flustered stuttering. (M/n) constantly teased him just to get those reactions out of him, making his heart beat faster whenever Kalim would shyly glance at him with his beautiful crimson eyes.

And Kalim loved seeing (M/n) wearing gold jewelry, especially those that he brought for him. Even if the prefect would usually refuse with a nervous smile, saying that it was too flashy or that he didn't have to waste money on him.

"Waste money? But I wanna buy things for you, (M/n)-san~," the puppy eyes he gave him were enough convincing for (M/n) to accept the piles and piles of jewelry Kalim gave him.

(M/n) wondered if he was reading into Kalim's action and affection too much, but well, it wouldn't hurt to try, right? The worst that could happen is he rejects him, which wouldn't be the first time it happens.

In the end, it worked out just fine.

•Just because you're dating now, nothing really changes, Kalim still constantly buys/gives you jewelry, which is his way of showing affection, and even if you think is too much, you take them.

•-he gets so sad otherwise-

•But you do explain that you don't need anything other than him.

•You're happy just by being with him, having fun together.

•Cooking together. Singing together. Dancing together.

•-of course, you help Jamil around, ordistractKalim, which gives Jamil some time to relax-

•He's very clingy, but it's okay, he's cute so you allow him.

Vil Schoenheit

The queen has arrived!

He was in disbelief, proceeding with denial. He fell in love with a spud, a potato. He couldn't believe it!

He was sitting on his vanity, his fingers pressed to his temples. He was stressed, which wasn't good for his skin, so he took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror. Vil's thoughts wandered back to the Ramshackle Dorm prefect.

(M/n)'s wasn't perfect, and he wasn't the most attractive guy in the school, so there had to be something that got Vil's attention, what it was? He had no idea, and wasn't feeling like thinking about it. So instead, he tried to imagine what (M/n) would be like if he did meet his standards for men...

He would be okay, but... it wouldn't be himself... Vil liked (M/n) the way he is, not really caring about his physical appearance or his bad language, they in a weird way, sort of complemented each other, lacking what the other had, (M/n) had his likes and dislikes, and so did he, after all, he couldn't force him to be someone he's not. So maybe, he could try something.

Vil gets a little bit more shy than usual, kinda nervous too whenever he sees (M/n) or he's near him. It took him a while, but eventually, those feelings he's not used to feeling would fade away, becoming a little bolder and openly flirting with (M/n).

However, the prefect doesn't seem to get the hint -because he's way too insecure-. On occasion, laying in bed as he remembered how close and touchy Vil was with him, he would feel embarrassed, his face heating up but he would always, always deny that Vil means it romantically.

"I mean... He's fucking gorgeous and I'm... an ugly, couch potato, why would he like me back?"

That's exactly what he says to Vil when the blond took him to his room.

Vil only stares at (M/n) in disbelief, he couldn't understand how and why someone so charmingly attractive would call themselves something so mean.

"You're not ugly, and definitely not a couch potato," his soft, warm hands cupped (M/n)'s face in them, holding eye contact with the now flustered male. "You're so beautiful, charming, handsome, and much more, but overall," Vil leaned closer until their foreheads were pressed together, "You're my sweet potato."

(M/n)'s eyes opened wide when Vil Schoenheit himself kissed him. He thought he was dreaming when the blond backed away.

I've been blessed

Vil couldn't help but blush as he stared at (M/n) dazed expression, as if he had just seen an angel. "You're gonna say something or you're just gonna look at me?"

Snapping back to reality -and realizing he wasn't in a dream-, (M/n) reached a hand to hold the back of Vil's neck, leaning forward and kissing him again. The blond gasped, soon closing his eyes as he leaned back slowly, now laying on his bed as his arms wrapped around (M/n)'s neck.

•At first, is a little weird, but slowly, it turns into a wholesome relationship, where he lets you do his hair.

•You help him practice his acting, singing or dancing.

•You lay in bed with him while he puts a face mask on you.

•He takes care of your hair, and if you're okay with it, he puts makeup on you and does your nails.

•If you don't want to or don't like it, he respects it, but he also expects you to learn how to do his makeup.

•He may not want to sleep over at your down, but he does host a campaign to collect funds to rebuild/repair the Ramshackle Dorm.

•(Grim is very happy about the tuna cans too)

Idia Shroud

When he realized it, he got scared. Really scared.

He's simping! And for a real person instead of a 2d character! What happened to him?!

Well, at least he could avoid embarrassment during those tedious Dorm Leaders meetings, where (M/n) was now present, that way he can't see him face to face, but he still gets really nervous and anxious though, so it doesn't help much.

Idia's yellow eyes are looking at (M/n) through the screen, hearing his voice loud and clear in his headphones, and just that, causing his hair to flare up in a hot pink color, his whole body shaking.

He can't help but hide his face -and hair- when he sees (M/n) walking nearby. Another reason why he won't be getting out of his room for a while.

But even so, (M/n) couldn't help the curiosity he felt towards Ignihyde's dorm leader, asking the other third years he know where he could find Idia. Of course, poor Idia can't bear the thought of being near him without freaking out and running away.

However, slowly but surely, he warms up to the Ramshackle dorm prefect, going as far as to invite him over to his room.

The moment (M/n) walks in he's a stuttering, anxious mess, wondering if there was something in his room he forgot to hide because it'll be so cringe if he saw it, and seeing (M/n) observing around his room makes him freak out.

He runs around the place, trying to prevent (M/n) from looking around too much -especially some sketches he had of the (h/c) haired male-, which only causes Idia to drop stuff to the floor. He's making himself look like a fool, and realizing that only makes him mess up even more. So, in a futile attempt, (M/n) kneels on the floor next to him, trying to get Idia to calm down, noticing how the third year's hair has been turning pink and orange for a little while now.

But that doesn't work quite well, ending up in Idia's hair flaring up even more, a mix of its natural blue, pink, and orange all mixed together.

"I can't calm down! Not when you're here, so close to me!" He exclaimed, his body shaking more aggressively than before, "I like you so much and you make me so nervous, I-I can't do stuff when you're near me and I-"

(M/n) stares at him surprised, while Idia had successfully stopped himself from saying more, however, it's already too late, he already spilled his feeling and now he was gonna be painfully rejected-

The feeling of (M/n)'s hand caressing his face gently seemed to calm him instantly, and he leans further in the warm touch.

"I like you too, Idia-kun."

•I doubt Idia has ever properly dated anyone, so you have to make sure he's not doing something out of his comfort zone, thinking that you may not like him otherwise.

•Just let him know that you don't care if he plays games every day, you actually wanna play with him.

•Ask him about programming and how to build a robot/machine.

•You'll see him as bright as ever, smiling and so happily explaining everything to you.

•In exchange, he wants to know about your world, how it is, and how you used to be.

•He wants to know everything about you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is not sure what he feels and the name of it, but he likes being with (M/n), especially since he's not scared of him like everyone usually is.

He has a content smile when he sees (M/n) getting along with Lilia, Silver, and even Sebek. He loves the sound of his voice, his laugh, his smile, his jokes, and all the stories from his world.

Even if he didn't understand what he meant with his weird words such as 'simping' and 'sus/sussy', he was deeply and genuinely fascinated by (M/n) and where he comes from.

But the day (M/n) told him how he was "simping" over a real person he was a little confused, then he got worried. Did he like someone? Who was it?

"Actually, I may be in love with them, rather just simping," those words made Malleus freak out internally, on the outside he looked as composed as ever. "I think I'll confess, maybe they like me back."

Well, he couldn't do much. If (M/n) was in love with someone and wanted to date them he wasn't gonna stop him. So letting out a short sigh, he thought he could help him a bit.

"And who is this person that you like?" The wide smile that (M/n) showed him caught him off guard, especially since he seemed to be holding in a laugh.

"You."

It was such a simple and short response, yet such a cute confession coming from (M/n) caused a blush to erupt on Malleus's face, and he found himself at a loss for words, something that was a regular occurrence with the (h/c) haired.

•Our Prince of Fae is a little foreign to relationships but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to impress you any way he can.

•From buying you things to cooking for you, he can do anything.

•If you want/can, he'll let you style his hair every morning too, stopping by your dorm before going to class.

•He tells you about the fairies while you braid his hair and add some flowers toit.

•He loves it, and he realized he doesn't look as intimidating/scary as usual, so he keeps asking you to style his -really soft- hair.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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Hi, are you still taking requests? I was just wondering if you could do something for the LiS characters regarding the s/o getting the character a special gift for their anniversary or birthday? No rush, but if you're busy then don't worry about mine rn. Best wishes for your writing and in real life!

━ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Chloe, Rachel, Victoria, Nathan, Kate, Steph 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions of happy tears, mentions of shitty parents ( characters )

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i loved this! some have links so be warned! some don't, they arent 100% accurate to what I was thinking but close enough.

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 - Chloe isn't the biggest admirer of birthday or anniversaries or stuff like that. But that doesn't mean she won't celebrate, especially if you're excited. Chloe, as blunt and dick-like that she is making her seem like she doesn't care, she cares a ton about you and loves you and puts thought into her gifts.

So when you decide to get her a specially created, glass blue butterfly figurine with hers and yours initials engraved she damn near fell to the floor. It was so expensive and thought out she couldn't stop staring at it. Holding it lightly, and turning it while just staring at it.

She could not look away from it and ends up setting it near her window on her desk so it catches the sunlight. It's so pretty, when she sits at her desk, or on her bed she just.. stares. It reminds her of you.

You can't stop grinning after she practically eats your face from kissing you. Hugging you, probably nearly cries at some point because no one has thought about her like that before. Her gifts are always so cute and she really puts thought into them, you wanted to return the favor.

And it was so worth it, seeing that smile and that dazed look on her face every time she looks at it. Staring at it like its a rare, ancient diamond. It's adorable, really, and totally worth selling half your possessions and working your butt off.

☆ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 - Knows you like the back of her hand, gets you such expensive and well-thought gifts on your special days especially for anniversaries. You both go all out because you want to celebrate each other, it's very cute but what's even cuter is what you got her.

A night sky star map from the night she was born complete with a leo zodiac sign gold bracelet. You know how much she loves astrology, the sky and stars, so when you watched her face light up and eyes nearly pop out of her head from looking at it, the smile you had was the most adorable thing in the world to her.

It was enough to make sure you both get married. She hung it on the wall above her bed, sometimes she'll lay backwards, head at the end of her bed and just stare at it. Smiling while twisting the gold bracelet around her wrist.

No one's thought about her like that, or cared enough to go into debt for a gift for her, as funny as that sounds your house is in foreclosure. But it almost makes her tear up, thinking about how much you genuinely love her.

She always wears the bracelet in-between the handmade matching bracelets you and her made for each other. Sometimes she just stares at it, loves holding your hand with that hand too, just looking at it makes her smile.

☆ 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - Victoria doesn't have many close, close friends. Just she's got her 'minions', but you're something else. You're her s/o, she puts in so much with her gifts when you return the favor, it gets the waterworks going and she's so grateful. Especially seeing it.

An expensive camera bag, in her favorite color and personalized her with her name on a little tag at the bottom, like it was the brand. She'd dropped a camera before having to hold it with all her stuff, and despite the strap she had, you'd gotten her a new customized one matching the bag.

Victoria doesn't remember hugging you, but she did and nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. Most people see her as very material, makeup and perfume, expensive jewelry, but you knew her favorite hobby you knew her passion and what she loved.

Victoria's never been thought about like that, not even by her own parents that just shove money at her and allows her to get what she wants whenever. But you made sure you thought about what she needed, and what she loved and made sure it came specially for her.

And she uses the hell out of the bag and camera strap, always carries the bag with her camera in it. Actually is more convenient and easier on her, so not only did you make her life a bit easier, you made her cry over a gift for the first time. And it might not seem super personal, but not even her own parents have bought her gifts like that, but you did.

Victoria's planning the wedding as I type this.

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 - Nathan's never been given gifts that he's liked, or actually pertained to him. His parents suck, let's be honest. The only person that cared was his sister, and she's not really around much anymore and he understands why. But then there's you, who has been planning this surprise for so long.

Nathan really likes to read, unlike what a lot of people think about him. Not only does he love photography, he loves older books and good stories. Especially when you let him lay against you, hearing you read to him when you both are calm, nearly falling asleep. Or when he reads to you while you're falling asleep. He tries, he's sweet when he's given the chance to be, and you know that.

So when you got him a collection of rare books, oldies but things that you've heard him talk about. Some that he read as a kid that he liked but his dad thought it was a 'pussy' hobby and threw them out. But you got them, you listened, you remembered and he nearly cried, probably did at some point.

He definitely reads the hell out of them, reads them to you, alone, whenever honestly. Cherishes those books, treats them like his children and it gets you grinning it's so cute but he totally tells you to shut up. Loves them though, and he loves you.

☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 - Kate is very sentimental, loves collecting pictures of you guys. Loves to take them with you, definitely takes them with you all the time and prints them out. Makes you gifts and gets you special things, her whole life is you and her and her family. So when the anniversary comes around she always makes sure you're happy. So it was your turn to make something special for her.

You made her an entire DIY project, pinterest mom core type beat. It's a homemade photo album filled to the brim with memories, stickers, little things from what you were doing in the photos, things you've made for eachother, the whole nine just for her that was perfectly decorated.

Cried, like a baby, you probably did too. Goes through it like a million times a day because she can't get over it, it's so cute and personal, Kate adored it so much. Cries everytime she looks through because it's so cute and so amazing, like really. Keeps it close, always, sometimes you two just lay together and go through it because it has everything in there, even photos you both didn't know were taken until you went through them.

Literally adores it and keeps it forever to show your future children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren even if its began to fall apart.

☆ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 - You two both agreed not to go all out for your anniversary, but some cute and personal gifts that you two could cherish but you decided otherwise. Of course, you wanted to surprise her, she loves surprises as much as she hates them. Steph hates being caught by surprise, but by you, sometimes she loves it.

Especially when you got her a collection of high end, collectable, special edition records by her favorite artist(s), records she's had her eye on as she loves to collect, only she's broke. But you saved every penny to get her those, and her reaction to seeing them was worth it from here to the beyond.

Probably makes you dance with her to them, even though they're collectables and nobody would play them. Steph does, because it means so much to her that you did that. Tries to pay for them and give you money from her pockets, meaning like 2 dollars and 12 cents. You politely decline, but totally let her do the dishes when she asks because touching the icky stuck in the sink is something you'll always pass on.

You obviously love her.

a/n: new banner bitches

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mareenavee · 9 months

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OCs As Song Lyrics!

Hello. I love this. I was tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @kookaburra1701

Tagging: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup, @orfeoarte, @rhiannon1199, @tallmatcha, @gilgamish, @archangelsunited, @inquisition-dragonborn, @elfinismsarts, @friend-of-giants, @miraakulous-cloud-district and whomsoever sees this that wants to do this game! Tag me, because I have actually tagged you. For reals. I want to see!

Rules, more or less, as I'm twisting them.

For your fic/current WIP, give us some lyrics that fit your OCS and NPCS-become-OCS perfectly. Do this for as many characters as you wish!

So. You want song lyrics for characters? I have them in spades. IN SPADES. I will give songs for just the character, not regarding any of their specific relationships. Below the cut for some beans in the jar that is The World on Our Shoulders!

Nyenna - Destroyer by Phantogram (Shinies for the corvids out there.)

Keep you here a while And if I'm never forgiven You can't say I didn't try I tried, I tried to save so many lives I guess my heart got carried away I guess the dark turned off the light Was there something that you wanted to say?

Teldryn - Easier to Run by Linkin Park (literally emo but can't catch me giving a shit lol)

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back And never moving forward so there'd never be a past

Athis - Caught by Florence + The Machine (The exception to my statement it's not about relationships because this one was pretty defining in Athis's life in general.)

It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do To try and keep from calling you Well, can my dreams keep coming true? How can they? 'Cause when I sleep I never dream of you As if the dream of you, it sleeps too But it never slips away It just gains its strength and digs its hooks To drag me through the day

Varlais - L.G. FUAD by Motion City Soundtrack (Nope, can't catch me giving a shit about this rec either. It's too perfect lol.)

I'm a mess, I'm a wreck I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds And all the things that don't get old Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless

#HELL YES I loved this.#Thank you for the tags #Tag game #MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Teldryn Sero #Athis #Varlais #Linare Varlais #tes #tesblr #skyrim #skyrim fic #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr

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liliallowed · 5 months

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I wonder how Dust sans is doing. Is he okay? I hope he's doing well :(

nope :3

he paced back and forward around the room cringing onto his hood.

he had to suppress the urge to gut a random human right there, knowing FULL well the habit he had wasn't going to benifit him in tracking down that THING.

the room was trashed. cracks forming on the walls from the sheer pressure if his gravitational magic, broken glass scattered all over the floor that he mindless paced over, uncaring if it chipped at his hp or not.

"where?"

he muttered as he scratched his hand on the sofa as he passed by, causing another tear.

"I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them both... I should have killed them earlier... if that demon turns them into their exp I'm going to fucking RIP it OUT THEIR DAMNED INSIDES... IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL THEM..."

he clenched his first, suppressing more of his anger.

/told you you shouldn't have played with your food brother/

"FOOD!? WHAT KIND OF SICK FREAK DO YOU TAKE ME FOR!? THEY DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE IN THIS! THE LEAST I COULD DO WAS GIVE THEM A SENSE OF WARMTH BEFORE I GOT RID OF THEM!"

/Isn't that crueler? it hurts more to be betrayed by someone you trust rather than a stranger. "I WOULD KNOW."/

"i..." his eyelights shrank.

"yeah... my bad... should've just killed them from the get go huh..." he facepalmed.

"they just... they looked so scared about all that... I didn't want to... if I did that from the start they would have ran. I COULD HAVE EXTRACTED THEIR WILL IF THAT BRAT DIDN'T INTERVENE-"

/you're GLAD they did though aren't you you hypocrite? =)/

/you're attached? don't worry you'll meet the next run!/

"no. NONONO. I'm going to forget and they'll fucking live with this memory... I have to take out their soul before they die. I CAN'T let that SICK FREAK GET ANOTHER DAMNED PUPPET. WHY DIDN'T THEY LISTEN. WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST FUCKING LEAVE!?"

/reckless and stubborn. reminds you of someone?/

"SHUT up shut up DO NOT FUCKING COMPARE THOSE TWO THAT THING ISN'T EVEN HUMAN."

/excuses excuses. you're trying to twist things. don't forget what you DID TO US. YOU DON'T GET TO make exceptions./

"I know. I'm not... "

/worst case scenario they'll just know your true nature and you won't even get close next reset/

/but you don't want to forget. those memories are too sweet to loose aren't they you selfish murderer? trying to pretend like you deserve any of it?/

"I don't... I know... yeah. it was all just going to end this way anyway. I was just dragging them along pretending to... yeah. yeah it's fine. I'll kill them... yeah... it'll be like another... hehe yeah... just another one. it's no different." he muttered as his hands dug further into the tears of the fabric.

would he kill them if given the chance?

he would. he had done this so many times. if course he would do it. again... and again. maybe this was his karma? have someone see this side and judge HIM INSTEAD. to be the one hating HIM instead.

fitting really. he deserved no better.

it's not like he had any other commitment to cling onto. or an objective to keep himself somewhat sane...

"enough screwing around... where is that brat hiding them..." he muttered as he teleported on top of a building.

the city wasn't easy to map out... but he could work with it. they couldn't have gone far.

"I'll make you regret this brat."

#lv triangle #dusttale fic #dust sans #dust sans x reader #he's looking for you #and NOT in a good way

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cthulhubert · 3 months

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Alan Dean Foster's "Journeys of the Catechist" was a formative book series for young me. The main character, Ehomba, a diligent shepherd and sage, was directly inspirational. I think I read it when I was 16, so more than half my life ago (sits down dizzy with that realization).

It also stands out in my memories because it had a much more folkloric tone than most of the fantasy books I'd read around then.

I've had... mixed results on rereading books I loved when I was young (ditto watching shows etc). But I decided I might as well bite the bullet, see what new things I could spot.

Thankfully, this one was still good. Well. It had its flaws, but they were ones I recognized back then. The big one is that it... honestly maybe should've been condensed to one book. By the end of Carnivores of Light and Darkness, you've seen most of Foster's good ideas, so Into the Thinking Kingdoms and Triumph of Souls felt repetitive.

Spoilers:

A small handful of things I'd glossed over before stuck out to me. More women hit on Ehomba than I'd realized, and he briefly considers cheating with one before choosing not to.

Unlike most of the fantasy books I read around then, Catchist had no map. And the book is never explicit about this one, so it was fun to realize that the setting is, in fact, a parallel, or possibly future Earth. Ehomba starts his journey somewhere in Africa, crosses the Sahara and the Mediterranean, travels through the Iberian peninsula, and crosses the ocean to the Americas and travels there. I'd realized this in my first read through, actually. But it was neat to see it hold up. Can't give my past self too many points, because parallel or future post-apocalypse, or some mythological pseudo-past Earth was a really common fantasy trope in the late 80s through the 90s.

His swashbuckling rogue side kick was stupider than I remembered.

One of the things I really loved about the series was the ending. The whole series is because Ehomba has taken on the task of a dying knight who washed ashore near his village: to secure the return of a princess, kidnapped to become the bride of an evil sorcerer emperor across the sea. The twist is that once he gets there, she doesn't want to return! She's fallen in love with the evil emperor, and wants to stay. Unfortunately, says Ehomba, my mission isn't do what you want, it's get you home, and the mission is what I have sworn to do. So he counter-kidnaps her, drags her back to her people. Then, obviously, since this is a dick move, he re-anti-counter-kidnaps her and they adventure back to the empire where he drops her off before heading home.

Here's the biggest one I missed in my initial read through. I remembered her saying that she'd realized the emperor's virtue one day. She'd discovered that he was some other, highly discriminated against race (I read it as something like a neanderthal with stubby legs), constantly wearing armor to hide it. Somehow I'd come to an interpretation that he was actually a good guy but playing the role of a harsh ruler to get his people to work together. That "evil" was mostly propaganda.

NOPE. The man is vile. He visits a fate worse than death on a servant for dropping one of his plates. He spends large amounts of his kingdoms wealth on frivolous entertainments for himself. The thing that had been clearly written between the lines, that young me still missed? The princess has a fetish for his people. She is almost sweating when she talks about his "virtue". That's the reason she wants to stay. She gets hornt up for the protruding brow ridge.

(No idea where this one came from, but somehow I'd even remembered thinking that he didn't have much magic, that that was all showmanship to mislead people. But no, he's turning people into living furniture with a wave of his hand.)

Honestly, this revelation is even more in line with some of the themes of the book. He has an almost daoist attitude. Ehomba isn't out there to fix everyone's problems. He's not gonna defeat the evil emperor. Sure he'll extend a helping hand if it's on the way (a favorite memory was him giving a doll to a little girl who's been kicked out of her home by a sheriff of Nottingham type; who realizes the doll is special and steals it; the doll kills him that night). But undertaking his chosen burden is what's really important to him.

I also need to reiterate how dumb the swashbuckling rogue sidekick is. He asks, one last time, if Ehomba isn't really a wizard. Ehomba, having solved 95% of their problems with tools he mentions were given to him by his fellow villagers: "I promise you. I am no more a wizard than anybody in my village." That night he initiates his son into adulthood, taking him to the special cave where his people store their lost knowledge of magic on books with pages of carved ruby.

#words #original #review

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marshmallowprotection · 8 months

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Hi ho Kait! ✨

If it's not too late for the writer ask game, maybe 23, 26, 36, 54, 59? (You pick as little or as many you want to answer! ^^)

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Do it every day.

Write something every day.

It is a skill just like drawing, and artists will give you the same advice. You need to use your skills to grow your skills. Do not think for a second that other creators had that skill inherently. Some people may take to creative things faster but we all have to practice to be able to get to where we want to be. My style today is not my style from years ago but that is because I spend so much time writing all day, every day.

Don't cringe when you write. Keep going. You will learn how to adjust with time as you take your time to process how to capture thoughts and emotions on paper.

26. How do you write kissing scenes?

Honestly? You just have to get a feel for it. You don't have to know how to kiss to write that scene but you should try to watch more scenes in different media with kisses to better learn how they look and what the vibe is. It also helps to read how it's done in other stories. I tend to think and focus on how they feel as opposed to describing the kiss itself. I'll sprinkle in a few sentences about the act but spend my time focused on their feelings. To me, the kiss itself is not the focal point! It is the feelings!

36. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

The part when I'm finished.

Actually, the real answer is the part when I post a story and I get screaming feedback or tears not long after that. I live for someone not even getting four sentences in and just hitting my inbox with

"How dare you!"

54. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

For me emotionally, or for my readers? That's a hard question.

I feel like Iris was a wild story because I wanted to write it for years and when I finally did, I was ready to create what I wanted. Saeran and his former assistant have to learn how to adapt and survive this painful world until they see each other again. That story had a lot of twists and turns I doubt most of the readers expected. I might follow a story pattern best for beat sometimes if you know my stories, but I know none of you expected Rika to do what she did.

Now, reader wise? I know it's Gardenia et tu Polaris. That story had and still people shout at me because they're straining to find out how Saeran and Luciel lost each other, why Polaris and Luciel can't touch, why Gardenia is such an important person, and truly, whatever is happening with Rika as the Devil. :)

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Yes. But, I would not tell people unless I fully trusted them. Like, my family? Nope. They do not get to know for valid reasons and it'll stay that way. But, friends? Maybe. It truly hinges on the vibe. If this is a person I know who is in fandoms, then yeah. If not, no. I do not like judging eyes so if I can't trust someone they will not know I spend my time writing about kissing Saeran.

#mod kait #ask #ask game #not mm #casswho

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addisonryder · 1 year

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was it just me

spotify wrapped series, part I. bakukami. 1.3k.

tags: fluff, crack, copious amounts of beth crowley worship, mild vulgar language because I can't help but swear like a sailor

written based off song 37 from my Spotify Wrapped, with the pairing bakukami. song is here if you're interested

written for bee. thanks for the prompt 💙

I became a footnote in your life, but you were in the final draft of mine. As I watch the ink bleed off the page, I’m wondering how I was so easily erased.

“Denks. Please. You know I love Beth Crowley as much as the next girl, but this?”

Denki glared at Jirou from his upside-down position on his bed, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as she searched his battered wit for some sort of retort. The day had been too damn long.

“You do have your own room, you know,” he muttered, devoid of any real heat.

When did you become this cruel? We were really something, weren’t we?

Jirou arched an eyebrow at him. “What, and let you cry yourself to sleep listening to a heartbreak playlist over a boy who has the emotional range of an inverted blood blister? A boy who fucks your brains out and then treats you like shit? This is the boy you’re crying over?”

“You don’t understand,” Denki pushed himself into a seated position, scrubbing at his eyes.

“I will never understand men,” Jirou sighed, her tone fond as she tossed him a hairtie to get his bangs out of his face.

“Yeah well, I’ll never understand women. Are you and Momo still planning on living together over the summer?”

“She has an internship close by and it just makes sense to - no!” Jirou pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You’re not distracting me! We’re taking about you and our resident angry pomeranian.”

Denki chuckled, the shadow of a smile on his lips that faded instantly with his next words. “There’s nothing to talk about. He made that clear.”

How do I remember us so differently? We were really something, weren’t we? Or was it just me?

“Nope! We’re done with this.”

Jirou stood swiftly, crossing over and slamming Denki’s laptop closed, silencing Beth Crowley’s beautiful, plaintive voice before the song could repeat again. Denki glared at her, twisting his bangs up away from his forehead and securing them with the tie.

“I’m not letting you cry for one more minute over Katsuki fucking Bakugou -”

A knock sounded at the door and Denki flinched, shrinking deeper into his blanket pile on his bed. Jirou watched him for a moment, until she realized he wasn’t planning on answering the door at all. She patted his head before she moved to pull the door open.

“What are you doing here, earphones?”

Denki peeked up, his stomach twisting when he saw Bakugou, his hand still raised as if he meant to knock again. Jirou let out a long sigh of relief.

“Thank god. I don’t know what you did, but fix this before he plays this song again and ruins any chance I have at a hero career.” Jirou rubbed at one earphone jack, glancing over her shoulder at Denki sympathetically. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Denki muttered before Jirou ducked out of the room.

She shoved Bakugou in behind her and slammed the door, leaving them alone. Denki had half a mind to turn the music back on, but not even Beth Crowley could fix this now. Katsuki stood in the middle of the room, taking in the sight of Denki on the bed, of the smudges of eyeliner under his eyes, and even the damn ponytail his bangs made over his forehead. Katsuki’s eyebrows knit together with concern before his eyes darted around the room again.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

That was his Kacchan. Always on alert for any potential threat, and missing the true issue right in front of him. Denki huffed, tugging the hairtie out and trying to hide behind his bangs once more.

“Nothing’s wrong. Don’t worry about it.”

“When the hell did you start lying to me, Sparky?”

“You were mean to me, Kacchan,” Denki huffed, wrapping one of his many blankets around himself like that could hide him from how pathetic his words were. “And not just mean to me. You were mean to me on the same day that I failed our history exam and had to make up this week’s practical in place of lunch, and really it’s my fault. It’s my fault for thinking that just because you had your dick in my ass, you might stop hating me for maybe even two seconds. I should have known better.”

For once, he’d actually managed to silence the explosive Kacchan. Denki sighed, crawling out of his blanket fort and moving over to his dresser, staunchly avoiding his reflection in favor of dabbing makeup remover over the eyeliner smudges. He didn’t know why he bothered; it wasn’t like Bakugou was going to be impressed no matter what he did. Today had made that perfectly clear.

“I don’t.”

Denki paused, eyes darting to the mirror where he could see that Bakugou had turned to face him, even if he kept his eyes on the floor.

“Don’t what?”

“Hate you.”

Denki let out a long breath through his nose, shaking his head slowly, and when he spoke, his voice came out darker, more bitter than he’d allowed himself to feel in years.

“Yeah. Sure. I can definitely tell, especially when you call me dunce-face and volts for brains.”

And there was the real hurt, under the layers of Beth Crowley’s gorgeous vocals - because yes, Katsuki had listened to the songs Denki had sent him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. He had to keep some secrets.

But the hurt was real. Denki had taken his words to heart. Every venom-laced barb that Katsuki wished he could take back two seconds after he said them, Denki had taken to heart. Denki thought he didn’t believe in him? He thought he didn’t see?

“Fuck, Denki.”

A thrill ran up Denki’s spine at the sound of his name on Bakugou’s lips, giving him a shadow of hope. But he’d learned - he’d learned where he stood to Bakugou. He was a convenient fuck, but -

“Denki, I like you. Fuck. Fuck, I like you. And I respect you. I’m damn glad you’ve got my back in a fight, you hit like a - a fucking power station. You’re an asset, Denki. You’re an asset, and you’re gonna be a great hero, and fuck. I like your eyes. I like your eyes, and your laugh, and I know I can be a bitch. I know I’m gonna stay stupid shit and you’re going to end up hating me in the end, because I am incapable of not pushing people away when I start to care about them. But I’m trying. I’m sorry.”

Denki turned, and horror twisted Katsuki’s stomach when he saw the tears in Denki’s eyes once more. How had he fucked up that badly?

“Shit. Shit, Denki, I - fuck, what did I say? I’ve been practicing that speech, dammit. Yeah, I didn’t expect this to be the way I said it, but I’ve been trying for fucking weeks, and I’m - fuck, Denki, that’s about the best words I’ve got, and I don’t -”

Denki shut him up before he could ramble any longer, throwing his arms around Katsuki’s neck and kissing him hungrily. Katsuki was frozen for all of two seconds before he lifted the smaller boy off the ground, coming alive under his touch.

“You could have told me -” Denki panted out in between kisses. “-that you liked me before you fucked me, you know.”

Katsuki snorted. “Oh yeah? When? Before or after you slipped your hand down my shorts during movie night? If I remember right, you didn’t give me much of a chance to talk…”

Denki let out a strangled moan, wrapping his legs around Katsuki’s hips. “Even then?”

“Even then, Sparky.”

They’d work on his terrible communication skills later. Right now, Denki had those calloused hands gripping his ass to hold him up, and nothing could possibly have been wrong in the world.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bakukami #kamibaku #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #katsuki x denki #denki x katsuki #kaminari x bakugou #bakugou x kaminari #bakugo x kaminari #kaminari x bakugo #beth crowley #addywrites

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Scream 6 movie review

A/N: I know, I am very bad a reviewing movies, but hey, its just a hobby and I have been really busy, first trying to make it as a TV producer, then a stand up comedian and then realising maybe I was meant to do something else all along, and learned a lot of completely new things. SO here we are. I was in the mood for scream, my favorite (besides ready or not, that movie has a grip on me!) scary movie! (No I am not gonna turn into the killer).

Look, I loved parts of what they did in this movie, because they did some very cool and VERY interesting things that made it feel both still like a scream movie and fresh! Pulling the focus away from the whole she is Billies daughter is she insane or not, was a great choice. Was the character development between the two girls a little on the fucking nose, absolutely.

I think Scream 6 kind of shot itself in the foot, because it hyped itself up to be something it did not turn out to be, and I don't understand why.

Spoilers ahead probably, just so you're warned.

The things I loved about this movie was it wasn't afraid to play tropes be bold, but it was so inconsistent about it, it, now that its over, makes me realized I kind of wished they had made a different movie!

I LOVED the opening scene! The fact that it pulls the rug from under you like that! Fuck yes. It really did set itself apart and made it: this isn't another fucking sequel! Which kudos! Samatha is fantastic as she was in ready or not! And I LOVED that they later had someone clearly dressed as her in that movie as an Easter egg, amazing.

The whole second opening sequence was great too! The fact that we first think: Damn, are we really gonna get not a slasher thriller but instead a suspense movie? A movie where we know who the killer is all the way through? That is interesting, and then they pull the rug from under us again like: nope, you're still getting your mystery, which is a cool surprise at this point. THEN they have that amazing line: "Who gives a fuck about the movies?" Which, chills! Awesome! That was the whole point, and yes they did kind of deliver that, but it was just still so much about the movies, and it wasnt what I wanted! Did I think the Gale twist monologue was cool? Yeah! Absolutely. But this Ghostface, not caring about the movies and it's rules?! Infinitely more scary and cool than referencing it so many times! It was almost like: We get it, you know youre in a movie!

(I have another point to add to that so trust me, we will get back to that. We will really get back to that!).

It was so frustrating because all this movie does is scream in your face with dialogue, that this isn't like the other movies? We are in a franchise now! No one is safe! This isn't like the other movies? Really?!

This isn't like the other movies? This isn't just a detail left off of the killers motive and then you keep the rest? This isn't a sequel where you yet again say: no one is safe, then proceed only to kill originals off? JUST like you did in the LAST GOD DAMN MOVIE! I get killing her, I get it! It was a fun death! It made sense in the franchise, it made sense that maybe Courtney did not want to do another Scream movie, but then everyone else lives except for killers and Gay girl (Also nice guys, keeping that trope alive while killing all the rest, and delivering a monologue in the opening scene about how the final girl and the tropes we keep alive really tell us something about our society, nice to see you still killing the gays (if you can't tell, I am being sarcastic).

If they had just kept the motive and actually kept their promise of staying away from the movies, then this would have actually had so much potential! Because the parts of this movie I really love! There a so many sequences that I ADORE! but because the whole point of the movie gets pulled back into being constantly shoving: Its a movie, down our throats it actually ruined what you had! You had for once in like 4 movies since the first one or probably EVER in this franchise, where the motive was not about the Stab movies, and that was fun that was exciting! That was giving us what we knew but with a twist! But because they kept referencing the other movies it just felt like they told us they were gonna be one thing and then became what they said they weren't, and if there is one thing I personally hate as a moviegoer, it is being lied to!

I will rage out now and then proceed with what I loved about this movie, because there is a lot to love and I am aware that seeing as Scream is my favorite movie that might be why I love a lot of certain things about it.

It kind of relates to my last point, but my god did they make Mindy annoying in this movie! I loved her in the last one I loved her little monologue this time too, pointing out flaws, but in the end it got a little repetitive? Her "death" amazing, terrifying, and really really well made! I figured she would survive seeing as this is scream and you didn't see her die die therefore she must be alive, but her surviving felt at least plausible.

The fact that only the killers, Annika and Gale dies in this movie pisses me off. I like the core four, they are fun characters! BUT you cannot go around having Mindy telling us that NO one not even main characters are safe anymore and at least not kill off Tara! I get it, I like her character and I think she does play a role in making these movies work, but then don't say it like that. Kill one of the main cast I dont care! You CAN'T have a character tell us no one is safe, basically pointing Chekhovs gun, and then proceed to NOT shoot it! That is like a basic writing rule! And I like Chad and I loved his death it was bloody it was gory it was great, there is no fucking way he survives that! And I know he probably dies in the next one, but it was just Mindy you could believe survived, Chad? No. That is plot amour in a movie that literally has a character tell us that NO one is safe! That this isn't like the other movies? Really because now you've just survived two because of plot amour!

Now for what I loved about this movie!

Like I said, loved the opening scene! I think it was the best one so far apart from of course, the iconic first one, but it was SO good!

I did like who the killers were in the end I know I am giving them grief for their motives, but I did like the reveal.

I loved the fact that this movie unlike I think what the others have done a lot of, was not afraid to play with newer scary movie tropes! And it did it WELL! The train scene, absolutely terrifying and the fact that it canonically makes sense that people around them are wearing the mask and the killer could be one? Amazing! Playing with the lighting, chefs kisses!

I loved the let it go scene! I did like the Gale death, the dialogue about the movies were annoying, but it was still good. Well choreographed. The apartment scene, tense, great the ladder, was so smart and cool way to build suspense, also unnecessary, but I do enjoy my gore, but a cool amount of gore in Annikas death.

The whole, "this isn't my first rodeo" comment from Gale, which was a great nod to the first movie, only to, for once, have the movie show us that it isn't like the other movies either! Great!

If the explanation scene had not included an unfired Chekov's gun then that would have also been cool, it was cool in the moment! Just not looking back realising I had been given expectations only to be let down.

One last thing I realized, probably because of this movie, but something I do wanna complain about, and I am aware, that them not being smart makes it a better movie, HOWEVER doesn't make it not worth mentioning. The thing is, the excuse for every character ever being stupid for the plot is simple: They don't know they're in a movie. No one knows they're in a movie and if they were why would they think they were in especially a slasher film? That is weird and unlikely I get it! However, this movie, hammers home, beats us over the head with it a lot, that it knows, this is a movie. Not like they know we're watching but they know this is like a movie. They know they are living in a simulation of a movie without the cameras! They know this, they point it out, and Yes Mindy being wrong in both movies does show that just because you "know the rules" doesn't mean you're safe. However, WHY do these characters, when, I don't know someone near them gets murdered and it looks Ghostface related, not immediately change out of their very stabbable crop tops and into, just jamming a bulletproof vest? They don't even have to tell us before the end but it could fix your plot amour problem! Ghost face is always wearing one, why isn't our characters?! I love a crop top, they are fashionable and fun, but also, leaves your midriff very open for stabbing when you know you're in a slasher movie!

Rant over, I did, really like a lot of this movie, I just wished it could have fixed some of it. And I am aware that non the scream movies are perfect, not even the first one, but it, is one of those cases where if they had just tweaked a few things, then it could have been great throughout not just a film with some great moments.

#scream 6 #movie review #movie recommendation #movie #movie reviews

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disneyanduniversalnews · 1 year

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Guide to Storm Force Accelatron at Islands of Adventure

Like so many kids, there is nothing I wanted more than to be a Super Hero, especially a member of the X-Men. Created in 1963, the X-Men are a team of young mutants who, under the tutelage of Professor Charles Xavier, use their superhuman powers to save the world from evil mutants like Magneto.

As a kid (and subsequently an adult), I had no superpowers. I wasn't bitten by anything radioactive; I'm not from another planet; and I certainly don't have billions of dollars. The X-Men gave me hope, though, that maybe someday I could be a Super Hero if I just developed some cool mutation. I waited and waiting, but nothing every happened. Laser beans from my eyes? Nope. Telepathy? Uh-uh. I can't even parallel park! I thought for sure that my dreams of being a Super Hero were dashed. that is until I discovered Storm Force Accelatron, the best kept secret at Universal's Islands of Adventure.

The Story

Tucked away by the entrance to The Incredible Hulk Coaster, Storm Force Accelatron is a spinning ride that was added to Marvel Super Hero Island in the summer of 2000 and has been delighting guests of all ages ever since.

It turns out that the evil Magneto is up to his usual tricks of plotting to take over the world using his magnetic powers, and it's up to Storm, Professor X and ME to shop him. Storm is a veteran member of the X-Men with ability to feel and control the elements of weather. For this mission, however, she needs our help. You see, Professor X has built a generator that harnesses the energy of ordinary park guests to enhance Storm's mutant ability. Together, we're the only thing that stands between Magneto and an all-out attack against non-mutants. Don't they know I can't even parallel park?

The Queue

When it comes to the ride queue, I've got good news and I've got good news. The good news is that there are big, beautiful comic book panels explaining the ride's story to guests while they wait in line. The great news is that you might not have time to read them because the line moves so quickly. When I was there, the sign said it would be a five-minute wait, but I was able to walk right up and get into my vehicle. This attraction is truly the best kept secret in the entire park. In fact, I've probably already said too much!

The Ride

It's a Super Hero twist to the classic theme park spinning ride. Guests step inside circular purple or yellow vehicles with a large wheel in the center. Storm and Professor X then make an announcement, informing guests of their goal to stop Magneto using power generated by our Accelatrons. The faster guests turn their respective wheels, the more collective power they produce to theoretically defeat Magneto and put an end to his plan for world domination. As your vehicle rotates and revolves around a spinning track, thunder booms and lighting flashes from the overhead power generator. At the ride's conclusion, Professor X lets guests know if they were successful at defeating Magneto. I won't spoil it, you'll just have to find out for yourself. If you get motion sickness easily, this might not be the ideal ride for you. But don't worry about it; Magneto will just take over the world and destroy all of humanity..but you do you.

Pro Tip: If you get the chance, try to ride at night when the lightning is especially vivid.

Ride Details

There is no minimum height to ride, but riders under 48" require a supervising companion.

This ride does have a Universal Express Pass line

The ride is covered making it one you can enjoy rain or shine

Storage for your items is available in nearby free lockers for up to 30 minutes.

Explore Marvel Super Hero Island

While Storm Force Acceletron has no gift shop, it is conveniently located near Marvel Alterniverse Store. Here you can load up on Marvel merchandise, including clothing, toys and collectible featuring some of your favorite Marvel Characters. If you're looking for a munificent meal, Cafe 4 is located right next to the ride and features Italian favorites. If I may offer some unsolicited advice, you might want to eat after the ride.

You may not think that a theme park ride can change your life, but I'm proof that it can. I still may not be able to fire laser beams from my eyes, I'll never move objects with my mind, I don't think I can even do one chin-up... But for 90 gloriously dizzying seconds, my dream came true. I got to be a Super Hero.

Is Storm Force Accelatron your favorite ride, too?! Tell us if you'd rather ride it during the day or at night in the comments!

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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16 and blupjeans??

16. finding out the other has plans to propose and vibrating waiting for it to happen but they get faked out so many times they just propose instead

((trope w/ a twist writing prompts - still accepting!!))

You know, when Taako said "Lup's planning to propose to you, so heads up", Barry was expecting something to happen within the next like, week. Specifically, he was expecting something to happen on Saturday because they both were off work, and Lup suggested going to a fancy restaurant, and that was the perfect setup for it, but. Nope, nothing.

Another week passed. Barry had to ask Taako if he had been joking. Taako said "no" and then went on a ten-minute rant about "slow burn", to which Barry had mainly zoned out for.

And another week passed.

"Taako," Barry said on the third Saturday, holding Taako by the shoulders. It was early in the morning, because they once again had the weekend off, and Lup was insistent about going to the beach. "I need you to steal the ring for me."

Taako had slipped it to Barry as they were packing all their things into the car for the weekend away. And suddenly, Barry was faced with the realization that oh god, this was so much more pressure than he had thought. His main skill for overcoming anxiety was just "do it now so you don't worry about it later", but gods, this was so much harder than anything he had applied that to before. Lup could say no. Or she could be upset that he had stolen the ring. Or she-

"Gas station," Lup announced, tearing Barry from his thoughts. Sure enough, there was a lone gas station on this very empty road. "You still want a granola bar?"

"Yeah," Barry said because he needed something to distract himself from his thoughts. The gas station was mainly deserted, besides a few other cars getting gas and one person who had parked in front of the store. Lup slid the car to a stop. The weight of the ring was heavy in Barry's pocket.

"Actually-" Barry said when Lup went to unbuckle. "Uhm, well, not to put off granola time-"

"It's a sin," Lup agreed.

"But," Barry said, trying not to fidget too much. He tried to fish the ring box out of his pocket but his hand got stuck because of the seatbelt. "Hang on, wait." He unbuckled but got stuck when it retracted back, catching his arm in an awkward position. "Just- just hang on-"

"Babe," Lup laughed, leaning over to untwist the seatbelt from his arm. "We can't keep doing this."

"It's difficult," Barry said needlessly, which just made Lup grin at him really wide. Finally free, she leaned back over to her seat and unbuckled with ease.

"You were saying?" she asked, turning off the car. Barry was pretty sure he was sweating and the lack of AC was now definitely not helping.

"Well, uh," Barry said, not very discreetly wiping his brow. "A few weeks ago- three, three weeks ago, Taako came to me and he was like, "hey-""

"You really need to work on your Taako impression," Lup said.

"I know," Barry said because it was pretty bad. "That's not the point. He was like "hey, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you've got like, hella anxiety and I'm bad at secrets-""

"Both true."

""So I gotta tell you that Lup is gonna propose-""

"Aw, shit," Lup said, wincing. "I- I mean, I was- I am! I am gonna, I just- I didn't wanna like, unload it on you at a bad time and, y'know, I- well, I was gonna try on the beach, 'cus that's supposed to be romantic and shit, but-"

"Lup," Barry interrupted. He fished the ring out of his pocket. "I'm gonna do it now, so we don't have to worry about it later. You wanna get married?" The ring box opened with a little snap and Barry struggled for a second not to drop it.

"Holy shit," Lup said.

"Taako stole the ring from you before we left," Barry admitted a little nervously.

"Holy shit," Lup repeated.

"Is- is that a yes, or like, a maybe?"

"Yes! Of course!" Lup said frantically, taking the ring box from his hand and setting it aside. She leaned over the middle again to pull him into a very awkward hug position. Still, Barry couldn't stop grinning. "I can't believe you fucking proposed to me in the parking lot of a Shell gas station, babe, I love you so much-"

"I didn't wanna worry about it the whole time!" Barry said again, but Lup just pulled him into a kiss, laughing against his lips.

"No, I love it," she said. "I love you. We need granola bars to celebrate."

"I love you too," Barry said, still really in the mood for some granola.

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