Victory
Roman is beaten. Roman is borken. Roman is bruised.
And Roman fights.
Aka I got inspired by the recent birthday photoshoot Thomas just posted. Happy birthday my favourite boy❤️ (672 words)
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I'm beaten, I'm broken, I'm bruised. My legs hurt and my head throbs.
Thomas' hair was falling out and we had cut it short now. I felt naked and helpless. So exposed to the world. More exposed than showing the world part of my inner workings on a silly comedy show. I hid in the imagination. I sat and my head felt cold and my ears were ringing.
I don't feel like a prince anymore.
Then change.
What?
Then change. The imagination whispered. You are his sense of self. You can change as he does. You can evolve when he does. Change.
To what?
Into anything that you wish. Into anything that makes you feel whole.
I didn't know what it was. But I knew what it wasn't. I threw down my sword. I stood up. The clothes were wrong too. There was heat in my chest.
I can change. I can imagine a world how I want it to be. I am the one to form this place. To form myself. I can transform.
And I can ask for advice when I need it.
I walked through the Imagination. The grass went brown and the flowers black. The air smelled like sulfur and smog. I inhaled it deeply and felt the heat ripple through my skin. Something in me rejoiced.
His steps were loud and unapologetic. I turned my head to the side his morning star an inch away from my nose.
"Where's the sword, Ro-oaf?"
I looked at the mace, at the moustache, at the frilly bow he had wrapped around his head, celebrating the new haircut.
"At the same place, where I left my title at."
He stared and his hand remained still and unyielding around the handle of the morning star.
"Why'd you leave behind what makes you, you?"
"Because that trait isn't all I am and it's not helping. It's not helping. I'm beaten, I'm broken, I'm bruised and I've got enough. I don't want to do nothing anymore. I want to fight and you fight. You fight and you show me how. I- I ask you to show me how to fight, without hiding behind that fucking mask."
The morning star dropped. He tilted his head and scratched his chin.
"You wanna fight."
"I wanna fight."
His face split into a wide grin. He lifted his hands and suddenly the world changed and we stood somewhere else. It looked like a cellar and I wanted to look around and he grabbed my jaw and made me look back at him.
"How do you want to fight? What do you want to fight?"
The answers burst out of me without a single second of hesitation or consideration.
"With my bare hands. Everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything." I growled.
He chuckled and let me go.
"Good then change into an outfit in which you can fight everything, Romy."
I looked down at myself. I didn't know. But then I did. The white gone, the shirt hiding my bruises and scars gone. The dress pants and shows vanished for shorts and bandages wrapped around my feet. No sash. No crown. No royalty.
My eyes were burning. He handed me the red boxing gloves and the ring appeared around me. He counted me in. A figure showed up.
My ears are ringing. My legs are throbbing. It's comment after comment. Punch after punch.
It hurts. It swells. It bruises.
But I punch back. I disagree. I fight. I have a split lip, I bleed in the ring, I scream, I fall, I get up.
I win after the fifth round.
The next one comes and I fight.
I'm beaten, I'm broken, I'm bruised.
I win after the sixth round.
I fight. I fight. I fight.
No, I can't anymore but I'm not giving up now. I'm not giving up.
I'm worth more than they can see. Every scar, every black eye, every beat is worth it.
It's worth it, because I'm worth it.
I fight. I fall. I get up.
I win.
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Jaune: Good Morning Everyone!
Pyrrha: Wha- Jaune? Why are you up and about so early?
Jaune: Well, I just couldn't with it being my birthday and all, and I had some stuff -
Ruby: I Smell Double Chocolate Chunk with Hot Cocoa.
Jaune: Yep! I know what you're favorite is!
Ruby: What- Why would you bake something for me? It's your Birthday!
Jaune: Well, you, and Everyone else, have made this year especially, well, special, So I decided to thank you all!
Nora: So you baked something for Everyone?
Jaune: Yep! I got Wildberry Pancakes with Forever Fall Syrup-
Ruby+Nora: *Sprinting away* THANKS JAUNE BYE!
Jaune: Pyrrha, I baked you Zucchini-walnut bread with a pint of Argus Special Cinnamon Ice Cream.
Pyrrha: That's So expensive!
Jaune: Not as expensive as Weiss' Cheesecake. I had to get Atlesian 90% Dark chocolate, and Fresh Vanilla beans for that.
Weiss: How on Remnant Did you pay for that?!?
Jaune: I had to call in a couple Favors ...
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Roman: MMH! That kid sure knows how to make a Pumpkin-Crust Apple Pie!
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Jaune: But it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Plus there's Pineapple Upside-down for Yang, I got stuff to make Shaved Ice for Blake since you can't really have it premade, and Wildberry Egg tarts for Ren.
Pyrrha: That sounds like a lot of work! We- How-
Jaune: Just enjoy it. If you want to pay me back then ... I dunno, the arcade always sounds like a cool place to be.
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Happy birthday doll ;)
Have you considered pussydrunk bay!Leo? Bro's made you come on his tongue like 4 times already, you're overstimulated but he just. Can't. Take. His. Mouth. Off. You. He can't get enough of your taste, of the way you look, all flushed and fucked out and trembling for him. Can't get enough of your plush thighs squeezing his cheeks, of your pretty moans, his name on your tongue and your slick on his, your hands pulling, tugging him closer by his mask as you grind against his tongue.
It's like he can't think beyond what's in front of him, it's so good, so good, he just can't pull away—
BARK BARK BARK
this is now my roman empire
NSFW warning. Minors DNI
Bay!Leo x Fem!reader
You never thought you'd regret letting your boyfriend go down on you.
It had started as an "innocent" after dinner question. He brought up wanting to take your relationship a bit further. Sitting on your couch, your legs over his lap, you both talked about some of your likes and dislikes.
Massaging your calves, Leo sheepishly admitted that he really wanted to go down on you.
What kind of girlfriend would you be if you said no to that?
So you brought him to your bedroom, letting him undress you and touch every freckle and mole he could find.
His eyes were wide as you laid on the bed before him, fully naked with a beautiful blush covering your neck.
Starting at your jaw, he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down your body. Whispering praise into your skin as he went, his voice falling deeper and deeper into lust.
He could smell your arousal, smell how badly your body craved him. He made you feel this way. Your body wanted HIM. It was an addicting feeling that had him palming himself through his pants.
Scooting down on the bed, laying on his stomach, pulling your legs over his shoulders, he finally got a real look at your most sensitive area.
"You're gorgeous, Y/n," He sighs, leaning in and kissing your clit. You whine, hands gripping the blankets under your head.
He starts soft and slow, kissing and licking at your lips, teasing and testing to see what your body liked.
Then his hands grip your thighs tight, his tongue finds your entrance.
"Leo," You moan, rolling your hips.
His tongue plunges inside you, twirling and twisting, pulling every drop of pleasure out of you he could.
He moaned against you, eyes rolling back in his head.
You were a little embarrassed feeling yourself already close to coming. But given how good Leo felt between your thighs, you let the feeling go.
"Leo, leo," You moan, rolling your hips faster. "I'm gonna cum,"
He growls, moving his tongue faster inside you. Flicking it just right and making you scream out.
Your back arched, your body convulsing against his mouth. He pulled his tongue out of you, and you breathed a sigh of relief, just wanting to be held in his arms.
But he quickly moved to suck your clit in his mouth, messily kissing and licking it.
You screamed again as his finger teased your entrance. "Leo!"
You were already so sensitive, so wet. His finger had no resistance as it slipped inside you, moving hard and fast.
You were moaning and groaning so loud the neighbors would complain but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
Curling his finger he hit your g-spot, over and over with hard sharp thrusts.
"LEO!" You see stars behind your eyes, your breathing harsh, chest heaving.
The feeling is so intense and it isn't backing down, only growing and growing. Leo doesn't stop, continuing to finger fuck you hard and fast.
The feeling crests again and you can't tell if it's just a long orgasm or a third one.
Even you couldn't get yourself off this fast.
"Leo, leo," You pant, hitting his hand on your leg. "I can't take anymore, baby,"
"But you taste so fucking good, baby," He moans. He sounds drunk, absolutely lots in the sensation of eating you out.
His second finger teases your entrance.
"Leo." You warn.
He moans again, not putting it in, but simply resting it at your entrance, pulling at the skin.
Your thighs squeeze his head so hard you're worried you'll crack it open like a walnut.
You reach down, grabbing his mask tails, trying to yank him in any direction that isn't directly on your clit.
"I can't, Leo, it's too much,"
"You can," He eyes meet yours, a dangerous look that has your pussy fluttering. "And you will,"
He sucks harder, moving faster.
Shit, he was right. You were going to cum again and it was going to be a big one. Your moans grew louder, your hips bucking into his face. Sweat covered your skin, making you stick to the blankets.
You yanked on his mask again, meeting his piercing gaze. "Cum."
And you do.
Your voice goes hoarse from the scream, you're sure it makes the windows shake. Your body feels like it's floating, a wonderful feeling of letting go and a true release wash over you.
You pant, mewling as he pulls his hand and mouth away, falling to the mattress with heavy limbs.
"Holy fuck," He whispers.
Glancing down, your eyes go wide. He's soaking wet, his mouth literally dripping along with his hand and wrist. There's a puddle under your ass.
"I....holy shit I squirted," You gasp, sitting up toward him.
"That's a good thing, right?" He mumbles, not taking his eyes off you.
"Very good, fuck, that felt amazing,"
He moans, leaning in to kiss you, smearing your release on your lips. "Wanna do it again?"
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