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aroaceleovaldez · 7 months

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reminder that the only reason the "ADHD is actually demigod BATTLE STRATEGIES" and "dyslexia is DEMIGOD BRAINS HARDWIRED FOR ANCIENT GREEK" things exist in the PJO universe is because it's a very direct reference to early 2000s teaching/parenting techniques for neurodiverse and disabled children, which aimed to frame childrens' disabilities and hardships as a "superpower" or strength so that the children would feel more positively about their disabilities or situations. This technique has fallen out of favor since then for the most part since more often than not it just results in kids feeling as though their struggles are not being seen or taken seriously.

Yes, demigods are adhd/dyslexic (and sometimes autistic-coded) in the series. This is extremely important and trying to remove it or not acknowledge it makes the entire series fall apart because it is such a core concept. Yes, canon claims that their adhd/dyslexia is tied to some innate abilities, which is based on an outdated methodology. It's important to acknowledge that and understand where it comes from! But please stop trying to apply it to other pantheons in the series like "oh, the romans have dyscalculia because of roman numerals!" or "the norse demigods have dysgraphia for reasons!" - it's distasteful at best.

A better option is to acknowledge the meta inspiration for why that exists in the series, such as explaining potentially that Chiron was utilizing that same teaching methodology to try and help demigods feel more comfortable with their disabilities and they aren't literal powers. In fact, especially given Frank, there's implication that being adhd/dyslexic isn't a guaranteed demigod trait, which means it's more likely to be normally inherited from their godly parent/divine ancestor as a general trait, not a power, and further supports the whole "ADHD is battle strategy" thing being non-literal. It also implies the entire greco-roman pantheon in their universe is canonically adhd/dyslexic - and that actually fits very well with the themes of the first series. The entire central conflict of the first series fits perfectly as an allegory about neurodiverse/disabled children and their relationships with their undiagnosed neurodiverse/disabled parents and trying to find solutions together with their shared disability/disabilities that the kid inherited instead of becoming distant from each other (and this makes claiming equivalent to getting a diagnosis which is a fascinating allegory! not to mention the symbolism of demigods inheriting legacies and legends and powers from their parents and everything that comes with that being equivalent to inheriting traits, neurodiversity, and disabilities from your parents).

anyways neurodiversity and disability and the contexts in which the series utilizes representation of those experiences particularly during the 2000s symbolically within the narrative is incredibly important to the first series and the understanding of what themes it means to represent. also if i see one more "the romans have dyscalculia instead of dyslexia" post in 2023 i'm gonna walk into the ocean.

#pjo #riordanverse #percy jackson #analysis #meta #adhd #dyslexia #also this symbolism recontextualizes the relationship between demigods and their godly parents so much #particularly Percy and Poseidon and the whole ''I'm sorry you were born thing'' like DAMN that's an ENTIRE DIFFERENT IMPLICATION #honestly in general the first series' meta analogy of being a demigod as symbolism for being neurodiverse/disabled ROCKS SO HARD #that's SO COOL and im SO SAD NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT IT #i could write a whole essay on that alone like COME ON GUYS #can we PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE THIS I WANNA TALK ABOUT THE COOL DISABILITY METAPHORS....#anyways i didnt proofread this cause. re: dyslexia so if it doesnt make sense dont worry about it #i can try to explain further in supplementary posts if people so wish

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hrdenha · 17 days

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— noona got you | l.hs

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend can't blame you for wanting more than he has, right? Especially, if that thing you want is his younger brother's cock.

WARNINGS: MDNI! CONTROL WHAT YOU CONSUME. cheating (which we don't tollerate), oral (m receiving), heeseung calling yn 'noona', heeseung's magenta mullet (cuz it's dangerous, almost had me dead bc of it 😭), thick cock, oral against the wall. blowjob under the table. hmm, ig that's it.

"Hey, hee... did you see y/n?" A voice by the door asks, "I don't know, hyung. Guess she... hm... went home." Heeseung replied not glancing at his brother, and kept himself distracted with his game.

"Okay. Tell mom that I go out tonight if they ask"

As the door closed, heeseung sighed, the game he's playing was long forgotten. His lids flutter close, asking breathlessly in a whisper "you okay there?" Instead of an answer, heeseung just felt the tight socket of your throat sucking him wholeheartedly. If ever, he would believe you wanted to swallow his dick whole by how mercilessly you are just to get his pleasure.

"Shit, noona... t-think i'm gonna cum" He shouldn't have said that, now, he felt you popping him out of your mouth causing him to whimper but it's okay. Noona got you. Still has your hand stroking him up and down. "Not yet, baby boy—" A lick in a tip, "We're just getting started" before bobbing your mouth through his grith again. Now, you wonder how would it feel if it's inside you and not your mouth?

Heeseung cursed. Damn, that fucking mouth. His tip is definitely hitting you through, tip grazing through your throat as your palate and tongue suck him whole. He wanted to moan loudly but couldn't. His parents' room is just down the hallway. And, heeseung doesn't want them to spoil all the fun.

He cursed, for the umpteenth time as pleasure sends waves throughout his whole body making it numb and he's having all of it. Letting his back rest on his gaming chair as you work wonders down his desk, "Noona—" He called desperately, brushing his magenta mullet with his hand before fisting your hair in the same palm, now, fascinated by how you look trying to suck his whole length. "Wanna try something— p... please" He felt you moaned with a slight nod with him still in your mouth, guess you'll let him have his way.

You don't know what he'll do, but you also know that heeseung would never do something you wouldn't like so you stare at him, waiting. Without warning, he pushed you with your back flat on the wall that made you stare at him in surprise, mouth agape at the sudden action. "Wh—" The next thing you felt was his whole cock pushing down your throat, him being thick is an understatement, he was fucking massive. You can't help but gag, trying your best to accommodate all of him inside your mouth. Even feeling tears starting to build up on the side of your eyes but the pleasure was on point that you can't help but to play with yourself, eyes rolling at the back of your head in the process and moaning in response.

"Yes, that's right, noona. Play with yourself while your boyfriend's younger brother fucks your mouth"

You sense a mocking tone through his voice but you don't care. He can taunt you all he wants, it doesn't matter. All you can think of is how his cock deliciously using your mouth right now. Heeseung's cock is thick, thicker than your boyfriend will ever be. You know that he's gun is thick when you're sucking him under the table, and he's even more thicker and heavy now that he's practically fucking your mouth regardless your limit. Boyfriend can't blame anyone if you desire more than what he has, right? Can't blame your mouth if it wanted to be choked not by him, but by his brother's cock.

Bet his dick leaves a bulge on your neck every time he'll thrust, and he bet your pussy's so fucking wet as you play with yourself. Heeseung growled at the thoughts, his thrust picking up pace as he moaned under his breath. As a result, slobs of saliva and precum mix run down your neck, some of it even drops straight on the floor as heeseung harshly ram his cock.

"Noona, think... I'll— shit!" He whined before shoving himself further inside your mouth, his hand supporting the back of your head as he released his cum onto your cavern and down your throat. You let him empty himself even pulling him towards you by his ass to further bury his thickness inside before playing and sucking him dry.

When you let him go, harsh breaths eventually dominated the room as you two rests and processes all that's just happened. You calm yourself sitting on the same spot a while ago when heeseung was still rutting on you with your back on the wall, while he was sitting across you on his gaming chair. It didn't take long when he reached to took something out of his drawers.

"You okay, noona?" He asks, hand pulling out a wipes from its container. You silently nodded, knowing you won't be able to get back your voice for a few days after the stunt heeseung pulled. You were about to grab the wipes when heeseung pulled you up and despite the darkness of his room, he managed to gently walk you towards his bed where he made you sit after turning one of the lampshades on that lit his room decently.

Heeseung then silently cleaned you, gently wiping the trace of cum on your neck and sides of mouth. You two even laughed when he saw that there's also a drop on your thighs. Not gonna lie, it's kind of awkward. Intimate to be exact, too intimate than your liking knowing that you're cheating from your boyfriend with his own brother. No regrets though. It's just funny how you find heeseung taking care of you more awkward than when his cock was buried deep inside your mouth a few minutes ago.

"Think it's done, no more stains now noona"

But all of those thoughts melt away when you feel the familiar feeling somewhere clumping down there, you smirked at the thought before innocently humming. "I think there's a spot you didn't get, hee..." You seductively blurted out, hands raising the skirt just enough for him to see the dangerous wet spot on your cotton short. "Think you can help noona?"

Heeseung immediately pushed you down settling himself on the top, "Gladly..." He smirked enveloping you on a messy kiss. Guess you'll just have to sneak out of their house later at midnight.

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brenbofen · 9 months

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Bit intrusive, don’t you think? ♥︎

Sub Pantalone x Sub Dottore x Dom AMAB Reader

Part 1

Broadcaster Message - Wanted to write Tartaglia first but I realized I had more ideas for Pantalone, so I switched it around. Not sure if Pantalone actually controls the distribution of funding among the Harbingers but we’re gonna pretend he does for the sake of this fic.

Notes 🗒️ - Sub? Pantalone, Sub Dottore, Dom AMAB Reader, Yan Dottore, He/Him used for Reader, Reader is Dottore’s lab assistant, Aphrodisiac and Injections, Dub-Con, Being watched during sex, Pantalone is pushy, Lots of Dottore wanting to kill Pantalone, Dottore and Pantalone are shorter than reader, Anal Fingering and Penetration, You fuck Dottore, Pantalone masturbates to you and Dottore, Spit as lube, Handjob??, Dottore isn’t called a whore but he is one, Lots of Dottore fantasizing

After the events of last week, things with Dottore things settled down a bit. There were some side effects of the aphrodisiac that you had to live with, and Dottore became noticeably more touchy, but it wasn’t things couldn’t deal with.

Currently you were organizing Dottore’s tools as he worked, handing him whatever he needed when he asked for it. Both of you worked silently, no form of small talk or anything, just hyper focused on your work. Occasionally Dottore’s fingers would brush against yours and you would jolt back, quickly apologizing and returning to your focus.

It was a side effect of the aphrodisiac Dottore injected into you, even after it had worn off you were extremely sensitive, the lightest of touches sending warmth down your body. You mentioned it to Dottore and he just shrugged it off, asking if you’d think it would hinder your work, when you said no he just nodded and returned to whatever he was doing. It was frustrating, being able to feel the fabric of your clothes, even the lightest of touches, at all times.

You were brought back from your thoughts from the door to Dottore’s lab opening, Pantalone walking in. It wasn’t uncommon for the man to wander into the lab, often wanting to see Dottore’s latest work. “Hello, doctor.” He said softly, hovering over Dottore’s shoulder. He was one of the few men Dottore allowed to enter his lab and speak to him, simply because Pantalone was the one funding Dottore’s work.

Dottore grunted in response, leaning back from the mixture he had before him. “What do you need, Pantalone?” Pantalone laughed, leaning down to look at Dottore. “Just curious if I could see some of your latest work, maybe some examples? You’re reports only pique my fascination and my need to see them in person.” Dottore groaned, getting up from the table and instructing you to clean up, leading Pantalone over to a cabinet in the back of the room.

You heard them discussing the different items within the cabinet, occasionally, out of the corner of your eye, seeing Dottore grab something and show it to Pantalone. At some point you heard Dottore stutter in his explanations, looking over you saw Pantalone swirling a vial in his hands. You knew what it was.

“My goodness doctor! I never thought you’d use my funding for such filthy things.”

Pantalone eyed the vial carefully, watching the pink liquid stick to the glass and slide down the sides. “How do you administer it?” Pantalone mused, passing the aphrodisiac to Dottore. “Injection.” Pantalone nodded, placing his hands on his hips in thought. “Who’d you try it on? I highly doubt one of your usual experiments!”

Dottore placed the vial back into the cabinet, returning to his calm demeanor. “My assistant, he helps me with experiments often.” Pantalone nodded, glancing over at you, “Do you have any notes on the effects?” Dottore paused as he locked the cabinet up, moving slowly as he put his key back into his pocket and turned to Pantalone.

“No, but I’m sure I can get you those results some time soon—“

“Show me now.”

Dottore stared at Pantalone as if he were crazy, “I’m… sorry?” Pantalone hummed, motioning to you. “I’d like you to show me the effects right now.” Dottore glanced at you before back at Pantalone, gritting his teeth. “Regrator, you have no right to boss me, or my assistant around.” Pantalone gave Dottore a soft smile, “No, but I do have the power to take away some of your funding.”

Dottore glared at Pantalone as he took the vial back from the cabinet, directing you to get the syringe and to sit down. You knew what he was injecting into you, but there was still anxiety eating away at you with Pantalone present. You watched as Dottore pulled a chair parallel from yours for Pantalone, pulling off your shirt and cleaning your shoulder.

You didn’t miss the way Pantalone gazed at your body, tracing every curve and fold, soaking in your appearance. You hissed when Dottore plunged the needle into your arm, having zoned out and forgotten what he was doing. Once he was finished he began to clean up, leaving you to awkwardly fidget in your seat. “Really doctor, I never thought you’d be into such filthy things, and with your assistant!” Pantalone laughed, grinning as Dottore glared at him.

Dottore wasn’t even mad Pantalone was laughing at him or ordering him about, he was more angry that he got to see you this way. He noticed the aphrodisiac took effect much faster that the first time and almost broke the glass vial in his hands when he saw how Pantalone looked at you, idly licking his lips, giving you such a sultry look as you curled in yourself. He wanted to lunge at the man, gouge his eyes out so he couldn’t look at you, slit his throat so he couldn’t say your name.

You groaned, pressing your arms into your stomach as warmth consumed your body. It was overwhelming, you thought you’d be able to handle the feeling better after your first experience with the aphrodisiac, but this was ten times worse! You fingers twitched as you gazed up, seeing Pantalone grinning at you, legs spread, showing his obvious bulge. You also noticed Dottore glaring at him as he walked over to you, standing between you and Pantalone.

“You got what you wanted, I’ll document the long term effects. You can leave now Regrator.”

You heard Pantalone shift in his seat, “Aren’t you going to help him doctor?” Pantalone cooed, voice sickly sweet. You saw Dottore visibly tense up before turning to you, watching your trembling figure. “You don’t need to be present for that.” Dottore hissed, glaring at Pantalone.

The dark haired man sighed, standing up and walking over to Dottore, clicking his tongue at the sight of you. “Oh please, look at the poor thing. You really shouldn’t make him wait any longer.” Pantalone held your chin, making you look at him, a whimper escaped your lips at his touch. Dottore was seething at the sight, watching as you leaned further into Pantalone’s touch, groaning when Pantalone rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

That was the final tipping point for Dottore.

Dottore pushed Pantalone to the side, grabbing your hand and lifting you out of your seat. Your legs practically gave out beneath you, having to lean on Dottore for support. “Do what you need, [Name]. Just to get this man to leave.” Dottore’s voice was harsh as he dragged you to a table, sitting on it and waiting for you to move.

In your current state you had completely forgotten about Pantalone, now hyper-focused on Dottore presenting himself to you. He sat on a cleared wooden table, beginning to unbutton his shirt. You slid your hands over his thighs, mind running a mile a minute as you thought of what to do with him.

Once Dottore removed his coat you came back to reality, moving to take his pants off. While you did this Dottore was glaring at Pantalone, watching as the man pulled his chair closer to watch the both of you, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Sir,” Dottore looked down at you, gaze softening just the slightest as he listened. “Could you come off the table?” Dottore obliged, slipping off, giving you a moment to easier remove his pants and boxers. Without any warning you lifted him up, turning him around so his stomach was pressed against the table, effectively bent over it, his legs dangling in the air.

He could hear Pantalone’s soft chuckling, Pantalone’s voice gentle as he told you to get all your stress out on the doctor. He wanted to scream, not because he didn’t want you to fuck him, no, he practically became addicted to your touch after he first injected you with the aphrodisiac. He wanted to scream because of Pantalone. How dare he think he could order you around, let alone be allowed to see you in such a vulnerable way!

Dottore wanted to get up and kick Pantalone out, scream at him for even entering the same room as you, but he soon returned his focus back to just you when you slipped your fingers in front of his lips. Dottore obediently opened his mouth, sucking on your fingers, excitement building within him, knowing what you were getting ready to do.

You could hear Pantalone shuffling behind you, eventually standing to look over your shoulder. It was more of him standing to your side, gloved hand massaging your lower back. He watched as you carefully took your fingers from Dottore’s mouth, spreading his legs by pushing your knee between them so you had better access. You’d blocked out Pantalone’s presence, not caring if he was present, only worried about making yourself and Dottore feel good.

You pressed two fingers into Dottore easily, sliding a third in soon after. “You been having fun without me?” You cooed, leaning down and pressing kisses onto Dottore’s back. He let out a whimper, feeling you press the pads of your fingers into his insides, pressing his face into the hard wooden table beneath him. Dottore stretched his legs as he groaned, feeling you press into his prostate once you found it, his own fingers could never give him the same pleasure you did.

You slipped your fingers out of Dottore once you deemed him ready, undoing the belt of your pants and removing your boxers. You heard Pantalone beside you suck in a deep breath, mumbling something at the sight of your dick. You felt his hand leave your back, the sound of him removing his jacket and belt filling the quiet room.

“Don’t you fucking dare—SHIT!”

Dottore let out a moan when you shoved your dick into him, effectively cutting him off. You rubbed Dottore’s back softly, giving him a moment to get used to you. You felt Pantalone’s hand on your lower back again, urging you to start moving into Dottore, soft breathy moans escaping his lips.

You knew he was touching himself, you were gonna have to put him in his place later.

You slowly began to thrust in an out of Dottore, running your hands along his soft skin, hearing small whimpers and groans spill from him. He looked so pretty, face to the side staring angrily at Pantalone, trying to scream at him only to be cut off by your thrusts and his own moans. You felt Pantalone lean against you, pressing his face as he continued to jerk himself off, watching as your dick slipped in and out of Dottore.

You wrapped an arm around him, placing your hand over his. “You’ll have to wait your turn.” Pantalone watched as you matched his pace with your thrusts, guiding his hand up and down. Dottore was to focused on your dick inside of him to even process what was happening behind him, mumbling for you to please speed up. When you sped up your thrusts in Dottore, you’d speed up the pace of Pantalone’s hand. The positioning was a bit awkward, Pantalone leaning against you as you reached down as cupped his hand that was wrapped around his dick, while also stood behind Dottore, thrusting into him at a steady pace. It was odd, but worked, all three of you getting the pleasure you desired.

You soon began to pick up the pace, moving your hand to just rest on Pantalone’s shoulder. Pantalone pressed his face into your arm, just barely able to peek out and see you thrusting into Dottore, your fat dick dragging along his insides, Dottore drooling against the table. He let out a whine, eyes squeezed shut as you massaged his arm, taking in both men’s sounds.

You never thought by joining the Fatui you’d have two of the most powerful men in the organization whimpering for you, begging for your touch.

You groaned, feeling your thrusts begin to become sloppy, your peak approaching much faster than usual. You weren’t sure if it was because of Pantalone or the aphrodisiac, but you didn’t really care. You gripped Dottore’s hips, pulling him as close to you as you could, trying to reach your high as soon as you could.

Dottore felt his own orgasm approaching as well, giddiness bubbling in his chest at the rising amount of pleasure in his body. He so badly wanted you to cum in him, to mark him again, leave any signs he was yours. He remembered he’d stuffed a plug in his coat pocket, wondering if he could ask you to put it in after you came.

He had become addicted to the feeling of pleasure, the overwhelming feeling consuming him in euphoria, he loved it. Especially when you caused it, when he was alone in his room at night, thinking of you while he plunged his fingers into his hole it was never the same, it never felt as good as when you fucked him.

You glanced back at Pantalone and saw his flushed face as he tried to hide it in your arm, beginning to tremble as he sped his motions up, soft groans escaping his lips. You loved seeing the two men crumbling before you, you had barely touched Pantalone and he was a mess, clinging to you as if his life depended on it.

Pantalone moaned as he came, biting your arm as you massaged his arm to help him through his orgasm, speeding up your thrusts to get Dottore and yourself to your own highs. You came first, mumbling out soft curses as you filled Dottore with your cum. It was a few seconds before Dottore finished, his cum splattering onto the floor and wooden table, all three of you stayed in your places, trying to calm down.

Pantalone let go of you and stumbled into a chair, taking his glasses from his face and rubbing his eyes. You helped Dottore up, giving him his clothes then walking off to get your own. “You better not say a word about any of this, Regrator.” Dottore glared at Pantalone, slight limp in his step as he walked over to you. “So that’s why you were limping last week.” Pantalone laughed, watching Dottore lean against any surface he could for support.

Dottore rolled his eyes, instructing you to clean and telling Pantalone to leave. Pantalone smiled at Dottore but got up, idling by the door. “Of course I won’t tell anyone, but I must ask if I could borrow your assistant anytime soon?” Dottore pushed Pantalone out of the lab, leaning against the door, slipping his hands under his mask to rub his face.

“Start locking the door.”

“Of course, sir.”

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i9messi · 10 months

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The three of us — Charles Leclerc

Charles is happy to spend his day with you and his daughter.

Word count — 845

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Charles was fascinated and terrified. He had been anxious about his parenting skills and scared that he might be completely unprepared. But when the baby arrived, it was as if everything had fit into place. It was all of a sudden, one day he was kissing your belly and talking to his future daughter, and the next day, he was holding the beautiful baby in his arms. Now every time he saw the newborn, he couldn’t stop smiling. It was a product of the love that you and he had.

"She really looks like you." he said, coming closer to where you and the baby were. His daughter had her eyes closed and was fast asleep.

"Are you joking? She looks too much like you. She’ll want to drive cars anytime."

He smiled, "Well, daddy won’t let her. She’s my princess and driving cars is dangerous for her."

You smiled at his concern. The truth is that Charles was overly protective of his daughter. Every time he heard the little baby crying, he was desperate to know what was wrong. He wanted to protect the baby from the dangers of the world and the girl was only a month old. She was his universe.

"Maybe she wants to follow your steps, I’m just saying."

You looked at your husband and extended your hand, to hold his. His eyes settled on the beautiful ring on your finger. The three of you were everything to him, his little family.

"You know you made me the happiest man in the world, belle?"

"Oh, Charles. And you made me the happiest woman in the world."

Ever since Charles found out that you were pregnant, he hadn’t taken off for a second on your side, except for the races and the trips he had to make for work, he avoided spending more than ten minutes apart from you. Knowing you were carrying his child made him happy, and since he found out, his days had changed like never before.

Both shared a moment of tranquility, sitting near the crib, without hearing any crying. But just minutes later, the baby woke up and looked at her father. The girl smiled as never before.

"She’s a daddy’s girl." you didn’t have to correct him, because Charles was right. The girl behaved differently in her father’s presence. It didn’t matter that you carried her for nine months in your belly, she was a traitor, smiling every time her dad was around.

Charles approached the baby and held her. Watching your husband hold your daughter made you feel like you had everything.

"I want another." you joked, "Better be a boy, so I don’t feel excluded."

"Well, we can have another."

"I’m not talking seriously, Charles. She’s too young and we need to focus on her."

"Fine, when she grows up a little more, we can give her a brother. I just want the best for my two girls."

Charles being a father and an excellent husband was something you had never prepared for and yet, you loved the result. You were a lucky woman.

"I’m hungry, will you stay with her for a moment?"

Charles nodded and spoke to the little baby. "Mommy’s going to make us something to eat, she’s a great cook."

You left them alone, with an attentive ear in case they needed your help. You approached the kitchen and began to prepare something to eat. It was still early, so you thought you’d make some strawberries and cream. It was one of your favorite pregnant desserts and you’d gotten used to eating it almost every day. You were just finishing mixing the ingredients, when you heard a few steps approaching you. Charles was without shirt, something had happened because a minute before he was still fully dressed. The baby was in his arms.

"Aren’t you gonna put cheese on it or something?"

"I’m not pregnant anymore, I promise I won’t make any strange mix."

Charles, you and the baby walked to the living room, where you sat on the couch. He left the baby well settled on the cushions and started eating strawberries with cream. The driver put on a children's music background and the baby was calm next to you. While both of you were eating, your husband would steal some kisses from you and every time the baby wanted something, he would come over to talk to her.

"You’re glowing," he pointed out. "Having a baby has made you even more beautiful, if that’s even possible."

"I don’t know what the hell you’re seeing, but it is definitely not a glow."

He squinted at your words and shook his head, you were wrong. To Charles' eyes you were beautiful.

"It is. Maybe we should have another baby very soon."

"Charles!"

"Tell mommy I'm joking, I don't want her to be angry. Daddy goes mad when your mommy is angry.” he joined the baby to the talk and you smiled. Your daughter's eyes met yours, without understanding anything her dad were saying.

“I love you, Charles.”

“Tell mommy I love her too.”

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s0ulryo · 1 year

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Flustering König Headcanons .:*¨༺

[König x Reader] Synopsis: Flustering König plus some general relationship stuff. Tags: Softish, kinda silly, there’s not a lot konig content so i will continue to contribute, I forgot the other tags, established relationship (i forget to put this tag on a ton of things whoops) Notes: Prolly ooc n not proofread, big men go brrr, originally this was gonna be a drabble but I couldn’t think of one plot to stick to (whoops x2)

Thank you @theoutlawfaleena for letting me write about this!

(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)

Despite his massive stature, immense physical strength, and overall intimidating presence — König is a fairly reserved guy, outside the battlefield, that is. He’s not reserved out of humility or timidness, though — he’s reserved due to his anxiousness, constantly fearing being bullied or made fun of in some way.

König outside of the field is quite a fascinating sight. He rarely speaks, and when he does, it’s quiet and rushed, almost like he’s afraid to say something. He also tends to fidget a lot when speaking.

He also could be better with eye contact. Towards the beginning of your relationship, he would always look past your face or focus on your hands — he’s still not great with eye contact, but he’s much better than he was previously.

He tends to lose focus or entirely forget what he’s saying when he makes eye contact with you. It’s quite a funny sight; imagine this big guy fidgeting with his hands (or your hands) and diverting his eyes away from yours, looking at his feet or anything remotely interesting to spare him from embarrassment.

“Well, then I thought it would be cool to….” Then, swallowing thickly, König stops speaking, shifting his gaze from your eyes to his shoes.

“König is everything alright?” You ask him — your eyes filled with concern.

Stuttering, he mumbles out a yes and becomes super fidgety while continuing his story.

Stuttering is something that only happens when König is with you. When he makes eye contact with other people, he tends just to go silent— something that most people overlook because he's usually pretty quiet anyways.

The stuttering, though, comes as a result of wanting to talk or to continue to talk to you — but he tends to get nervous and back out mid-way when speaking, making him stutter.

He feels like a total idiot when he stutters around you, but he knows you don’t mind, which he’s super thankful for.

Something that noticeably flusters him is pet names. Whether he is saying or receiving the pet name, he will totally get flustered by them.

His favorite pet names to call you are ‘sweetheart,’ ‘darling,’ ‘love,’ or ‘honey’ (,or some Austrian German variation of those). He likes these in particular because they have a pleasant sense of intimacy.

König has definitely called you during his free time on the base or when he was able to when deployed and has totally addressed you by a pet name, forgetting that he was in a professional environment (and that his fellow operators are nosy) and got so much shit from his colleagues.

He really wanted to pass away that day due to the embarrassment the other operators teasing put him through.

Again, König likes pet names due to the sense of intimacy they have. That being said, he has some personal favorites of what he appreciates being called.

His favorite pet names to be called by you are either ‘love,’ ‘dear’, ‘big guy,’ or ‘handsome.’ He likes these in particular because they give him a sense of stability — they help ground him and help him remember that you adore him.

‘Big guy’ and ‘handsome’ make him feel happy and giddy — like smiling and kicking his feet giddy. He knows he’s taller than the average person. Still, König never really acknowledged his overall appearance, so the fact that you think he’s handsome and you recognize his physical features makes him feel special.

König, on the field, is someone else entirely, though. Sure he’ll still get flustered, but that’s covered up due to the sheer amount of adrenaline he’s running on — sometimes König won’t even think about what he said or what had been said to him; he’ll just bounce around and do his thing while being on that adrenaline high. However, he’ll be thoroughly embarrassed once that feeling wears off.

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hi hi hiii !!

idk if you're still doing requests for Arcane, but if you are, I'd love to see Ekko, Victor, Jinx (and any other characters of your choice) with an s/o that's really good with with kids? maybe they could be a teacher/ mentor or babysitter but just very much loving caregiver vibes for any and all kids they come across

Caitlyn

She loves seeing you with kids, in your element.

She thinks it’s cute to see the way kids hang onto your every word and the way you teach them without them even noticing.

She will pop in on you with kids carrying toys and games.

She does enjoy kids company as well and they do like her but maybe mostly because she’s an enforcer and she brings them toys.

Sometimes she’ll find herself watching you with a kid (especially if that kid looks like either one of you) and daydreaming about somewhere in the distant future where you two would have one of you own.

Ekko

He’s not the best with kids himself. He’s not bad by any means but he can find himself often freezing up and unsure what to do.

This caused him to find it fascinating how good you are with them when he finds himself floundering.

When the Firelights have to go on missions often times the ones who have kids will leave them with you.

Upon arriving back, he will spend a minute just watching you doting on the kids.

He is just so enraptured in everything you do and that includes your ability to form relationships with kids.

Jinx

There aren’t many kids in the areas Jinx grew up. Not too many parents are gonna bring their kids into what is now essentially a club.

The first time she saw you with a kid was one of the times you went outside together. She had stepped away from the kid crying on the street, her hand instinctively on her gun, and she got itchy when she saw you approach.

She didn’t say anything she just watched as you crouched down to the kid’s level and started calming them down.

Slowly but surely her hand on her gun went slack and she just watched you enthralled.

When you offered to walk the kid back home and they agreed and you started leading them to her, she just looked at them wide eyed as she cocked her head, her braids pooling on the ground as a result, and waved her hand.

The kid hid behind your leg but you reached out and grabbed her hand and slowly the kid got more comfortable around Jinx on the way to their house.

Later that night Jinx was tracing the seam lines on your shirt and asked you what you thought about kids.

Silco

He would find it amusing how good you are with kids that aren’t his.

It’s almost like he indulges in watching you with them but in an almost smug way as he is with everything.

Seeing you be good with Jinx though changes everything. It completely knocks him off his guard.

Watching you play with her and make her smile makes him soft.

If you’re there when Jinx is having a mental health moment, she’ll cling to you and beg you to make it stop while you do your best to calm her down.

The emotions he feels is a combination of sadness, sympathy, and oddly pride in those moments.

For other kids, he couldn’t care less about how you interact with them but when it’s his, it means the world to him.

Viktor

He’s not good with kids himself. Those pivotal years of learning to make connections were stolen from him because of his inability to do things so many others could and kids having a habit of being cruel, especially in the lanes.

Seeing you with kids is something like a case study to him.

He finds it fascinating and seems to almost take notes on what you’re doing.

He would never engage for the longest time with any kids that were under your watch unless they directly asked him questions.

Then one day, he just did and they adored him, not as much as they adored you but it was a close thing.

They would like him for the fact that he refuses to talk to them like they’re idiots and indulged them in their endless curiosity.

You find a notebook later on filled with things that you did around the kids (even something as small as your tone of voice) that made you realize he was mimicking what you did in his own way.

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crystaldivination · 7 months

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𝐈’𝐌 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃. 𝗕𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 🖤♠️🗝️♟️🕷️⛓️

"Boss bitch" - Doja Cat playing

"I’m a bitch, I’m a boss. I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss."

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭

♥︎ ♥︎

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 · 𝐚 · 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 ♱ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 ♱ 🚬

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn't. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

𝐎𝐍𝐄

sweeties you’re a force to be reckoned with! You don’t know challenges. You don’t know the word “STOP” — in fact, there’s no stop sign for you. Giving up is not an option for you. You know your strength and you persist. Once you laid your eyes on something or someone you want, the only thing that you can see is “i’m gonna get it” as if you’re the hunter who has found its prey. People are fearful of your drive, honey. You’re the definition and embodiment of -unstoppable-. A task too hard for you? —impossible. With that brain of yours, no one can outdo and that’s for a fact. Witty at the start and improvisation at play when necessary though nothing without a plan. Master at creativity. ideas that don’t seem to lack and a presence marked by charm enough to fascinate anyone. Visage looking fine as hell but on top of that ease is your second name. You never seem to stress ‘cause everything is just effortless for you. You’re a natural. Humble and unpretentious all the time yet not to be underestimated at all time. You never let them get a hold of you. Mind game on point while you just inevitably happen to unable to be read. so foolish of anyone to believe in the blank face you present ‘cause that poker face skills is not to be played with yet every time they get trapped by not able to learn from it. How come you make it so hard for anyone to know your next move without even intending to do so? maybe, it’s a talent. Quiet confidence and letting the result speak for itself might be the strategy. The secret to your power? —well after all, isn’t it obvious? Winning by being just oneself. No one is you and that’s your power. No one can even come near that. Uniqueness prevails. disrespect will be punished. You need to know your place!

bonita perra! 💸

𝐓𝐖𝐎

queens & kings, there’s not much to say if I’m being honest. Never have I seen so much calmness and control in someone like you. You won the idgaf game! All the inner knowing that everything will turn out in your favour anyway is hot. Your energy shows it all. You trust and believe in yourself like that’s the only thing you’ve ever known — you finessed it to say the least. Indeed it was you alone who has built yourself up to who you’re now, isn’t that true? you decided and did. Dropped all the bullshit to focus on you and what matters most to you. Your wisdom comes from letting go of what hurt you and the things that no longer serve you. You make yourself your top priority. Let go of the past and now you know that you’re that bitch who is not to be messed with. You didn’t cross over that bridge for nothing, I hear you. Self love so unbreakable no one can ever shake. Greatest asset your worth that’s expensive like diamonds. You make yourself shine like stars in the sky, your light would never ever able to go out. Life is what you make it and you made yours a paradise. No one dares and is able to disturb your peace ‘cause you’re out of reach. Not even a firestorm can sway or fade you. You’re in your own lanes moving without them knowing. Too swift to be able to be caught. Exclusivity at its finest. Mind blowing values that accompany and define you forever. This is someone who knows how to stand out from the crowd by doing NOTHING — absolutely nothing but to observe. You have the eyes that speak through the soul. No need to say thousand words and be loud. People get drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You enjoy the attention but know deep down nothing beats a golden heart.

hasta la vista, baby!🍸

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

fierce like a lion, sharp like a knife. Your words cut and sting but they are nothing but the truth. Independent since birth but that’s a given. You’re your own boss. You don’t give anyone the chance to play — not when it comes to you. You know what you want. You know how to get whatever that you yet want and still not have. You know your stand and you stand your ground —something that should be obvious but not always so evident in everyone. No fear is ever greater than your own. they say “no one is your enemy, you might be your own worst enemy” —and you know it but that doesn’t stop you from functioning at your greatest. why? because you know yourself best. You wouldn’t let yourself be your own enemy. you’ve worked on yourself relentlessly —for what it’s worth it seems like. you deserve the acknowledgment. pff as if you don’t know it. this is someone who is and acts proudly of themselves. rightfully so! you have every right to do that! always willing to learn more, never stop being curious. this is what you are. you want to be the best so you have to put in the work, darling. Hard work and hustle life is not a challenge for you. To reach the peak of the mountain is not a dream for you. You have big dreams and you won’t wait for it. You don’t sit around when you know you can climb. you’re nobody's baby and possess an individuality so strong it’s called impeccability. You do it yourself because you know you can master it yourself. An immaculate mind that can turn heads so why searching for ways to prove it or impress anyone when all you need to do is to do it for yourself, right? You don’t want to be king of the so called fixed “class”. You want to be yourself. Now your life can only get better but you’re not one to be satisfied easily so you keep moving until you realized every desires of yours. Feral is what you are and one of your trademark.

xoxo, badass 📞🖤

stay bad & on fleek, lil baddies !

—crystal

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