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YONE HAS HIS MUSCLES BACK! I AM BLESSED! RIOT DOES LOVE ME! I LOVE YOU TOO!
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#fiend queller Yone#wild rift skin so it's okay that he got another so soon after High Noon#Anyway MY HUSBAND HAS HIS BUFFNESS BACK#Thank god Riot gave him back his personality and his muscles#they DO knkow what they are doing#Yippee#I am so happy
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Girl Dad!Skz headcannons
Pairings: husband!Skz × wife!fem!reader
Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mentions of pregnancy, reader wears a dress, mentions of food, teensy swearing
A/N: GUESS WHO HAS BABY FEVER AYY ITS THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. I am so DONE with watching my fav idols play with babies and not expect me to die. WHERE IS MY CHAN WHO'LL GIVE MR A BABY HUH? anyways enjoy my very drunken headcannons
Bang Christopher Chan
DID I JUST HEAR BEST DAD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD
This man was born to be a dad istg
He'd be so amazing when you're pregnant, like he'd ask his mom for advice, give you belly rubs if your ask and will willingly lend his entire closet to you.
Would be so supportive through the birth process, is not disgusted or anything because he is him.
"She looks just like you."
Would be just a teensy bit overprotective, just a teensy bit.
"And you will bring her back by 7 yes? Oh and what's your address for unrelated purposes?"
*sends the address to Minho incase he needs to murder anyone*
Would be so comforting when she gets her period
"you know I used to do this to your mother.", While massaging her back.
The baby would grow up multilingual and Chan would be so smug about it
"my daughter is my second producer
Lee Minho/Lee Know
Would have such mixed emotions when you tell him you're pregnant
On the one hand A PERSON MADE UP OF BOTH OF YOU? WOAH
On the other hand OH SHIT A PERSON WHO HAS BOTH OUR GENES
Cooks all your weird ass cravings for you but not before giving you a side eye
"Alright y'all are gonna get a sibling." *Is talking to the cats*
Buys everything cat themed
"baby what if the baby is a dog person?"
Y'all have twins, a boy and a girl (manifesting my twin dad Minho fantasies)
Would dance for them when they're babies and would get elated when they try to copy him
Pouts when their first word is mama
Brags so much about them
"I mean they are MY spawn, obviously they're better at dance than your kid, Susan"
Seo Changbin
GIRL DAD GIRL DAD GIRL DAD
So elated when you tell him you're pregnant
PREGNANT CUDDLES KZKSNSNJ
Would be a 100% on board with lifting your belly to save your back
When you find out it's a girl, he straight on sobs.
"I CAN'T HANDLE ANOTHER PAIR OF ADORABLE YN EYES LOOKING AT ME"
Holds the baby extra carefully in his buff ass arms
She looks like you part 2
Tea parties with her are serious buisness for him
"jagi can't you see im currently discussing with the princess about her magical dragon I'll do the dishes later."
Would probably ask her if she wants to go to the gym with her dad and when she says yes he'd be so happy
"you're better than your mother she can't even lift her ass up and go to the gym"
Hwang Hyunjin
When I say this man would paint you a portrait when you tell him you're pregnant-
HE'LL PAINT YOU A FUCKING PORTRAIT
So sweet with you all throughout but also a nervous wreck
Much like me
Would love to paint your belly if you allow him to
Would try your weird cravings with you
And actually like them
Let's not pretend like Hyun doesn't do the pregnant woman pose everyday
Cries so hard when your baby is born
He doesn't mind the gender or anything, but when he found out it's a girl-
"GUYS ITS A MINI Y/N"
She looks like you part 3
Such a clumsy mess when it comes to taking care of her
ART CLASSES ART CLASSES ART CLASSES
"Darling, we painted this for you."
Han Jisung
Immediately freezes when you tell him
Jisung.exe has stopped working
"wait so the protection didn't.... Protect?"
Now Y/N.exe has stopped working trying to figure out whether you actually used protection or not
Talks to your belly all day
Treats the baby like a gossip partner
"girl you won't believe what Hyunjin did today."
"what did he do?"
"yn shush I'm talking to our baby girl."
Is your personal high school cheerleader during the birth
"jagi you are slaying right now you can do this."
Cries when baby is born part 3
Calls her a co-producer part 2
Spoils her shitless
She has him wrapped around her finger, much like her mother :)
Making playlists with her is his love language
Lee Felix Yongbok
Did I just hear breeding kink
Cries when you tell him
Bakes so many brownies when you tell him like one time that you're craving his brownies
Makes your weird cravings part 3
Idk what it is with me and DanceRacha making all your weird cravings
Runs you baths, with bath salts, bath bombs, scented candles and massages your aching muscles I WILL DIE RIGHT NOW
Is the best during the birth, holds your hand allowing you to squeeze it as hard as you want
Dresses baby up like the fashionista she is
Is so amazed and ecstatic when the baby gets an Aussie accent
"JAGI SHE JUST SAID BREKKIE"
Kim Seungmin
Tsundere daddy meow
Will literally melt like his face will be like 🥺
Buys all the cute stuff on day one
I'm talking cradles, blinkies, toys, bonnets for some reason
"of course she needs a ponyo outfit darling come on"
Tones down his teasing a bit
Still makes fun of your penguin walk tho
And if you cry, he will comfort you and never forgive himself for it
Is kinda disgusted by the birth process but he's a strong soldier
Cries when baby is born part 4
Like Kim Seungmin crying is a real thing chat
Singing lessons are free for her, and she has her dad's angel voice!!
Also inherits her dad's roasting style, and she's the only one who can roast him back hehe
He kinda died inside when she told him he was old (he's never been prouder)
Yang Jeongin/ I.N
Bruh this guy istg
Mixed emotions part 2
"IM TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A CHILD"
Calms down eventually (after a slap on the head)
BELLY RUBS
Spoils the shit out of you because obviously
Asks his mum for advice part 2
Sings to your belly at night when he thinks you're asleep
Secretly hopes baby will have his dimple
He loves kids, so parenting is a natural thing that comes to him
Probably more experienced at holding a baby than you are
Feeds her for the first few days when you're tired
Perfect husband honestly he should marry me
Loves braiding her hair and giving her fashion advice
Mini fashion shows!!!
Dances with her a lot
#skz#stray kids#skz headcanons#stray kids headcannons#stray kids soft hours#stray kids fluff#stray kids fluff imagines#skz fluff#skz fluff imagines#skz soft hours#skz soft thoughts#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han#felix#seungmin#i.n#bang christopher chan#lee minho#seo changbin#hwang Hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix yongbok#kim Seungmin#yang jeongin#fluff#bye bye now
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modern arthur in camelot based on this post
for context: this arthur is from the 21th century who hijacked arthur's body from 500 AC camelot (he is a reincarnation of arthur who lives in modern britain but has no memories of his past life and he's lowkey kinda crazy)
Arthur's first time seeing everything
Morgana
21th-Arthur: hey is that morgana? ew what's with the hair?? she looks like a hobo in mourning. wait why are the guards stopping her??? OH MY GOD IS HE DEAD!?!?!? Merlin: no time to explain arthur we've got to get you out of here!! * (Merlin got knocked back by a spell) 21th-Arthur: Holy fuck are you okay!?!?!??! Morgana: Hello baby brother. 21th-Arthur: HOLY SHIT!!!...wait on a closer look you lowkey slayed, it's giving morticia- YEOWCH! Morgana: ...what's wrong with him? Merlin: oh you know, the usual
Merlin
21th-Arthur: ugh my head feels like a bitch...whoa Merlin: arthur??? are you okay??? 21th-Arthur: ...when did you get buff? Merlin: what? ugh nevermind, quick! we need to get to gaius! we need to get you checked up! who knows what side effects...what are you doing 21th-Arthur: (starts feeling merlin's arm and sinks his head to merlin's chest) huh why does this feels so real?? anyways where are we is this some kind of cosplay event or something? Merlin: oh no...
Gwen
21th-Arthur: is that gwen? Merlin: hm? yeah you married her, she's your queen 21th-Arthur: huh...what about my father? Merlin: ...dead 21th-Arthur: ...so is there like a divorce office or something???? * Merlin: you're insane 21th-Arthur: no i'm not Merlin: (chained on a chair) you can't marry me arthur!! you're cheating on gwen! 21th-Arthur: *scoffs* polygamy's a thing merlin. besides, i'm pretty sure a king is alowed to have multiwives and husbands, carry on please!! Temporary wedding officiant: a-are you sure king arthur- 21th-Arthur: for the hundredth time yes!! unless.... *gasp* you want me to send you to jail!!!??? Temporary wedding officiant: ..????? 21th-Arthur: i meant the dungeons Temporary wedding officiant: no please!! not the dungeons!!!
Meanwhile on the other end of time in the 21th century
500AC-Arthur: (on a therapy chair) i mean...i don't get it....when did it all go wrong??? Merlin: there, there, would you like more tissue? 500AC-Arthur: yes please...(sniffs) after this...can i bathe with hot water again...? Merlin: yes of course, anything for you my dear (pats his head)
for @theroundbartable : hi, i can't stop thinking about your au lmao, so this is a list of conversations that i've made between them. but i changed it a bit to reflect my comment in your post!!! ^^
#bbc merlin#merlin#merlin bbc#arthur pendragon#merthur#merlin emrys#arthur bbc#merlin prompt#morgana pendragon#merthur prompt#merthur concept#merlin concept#bbc arthur#arthur#merlin x arthur#arthur x merlin#morgana le fay
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fuck it, vampire au where Satoru was the brightest star of Japan's monster-hunting society and then he got turned by some rando and in a fit of rage killed him and nearly 200 civilians. For this unspeakable act Gojo Satoru was bound and gagged and sealed in a cave behind a waterfall that used to be a holy site.
400 years later, Sasaki and Iguchi have a semi-popular YouTube series about scary places in Japan, and Yuji is their Resident Skeptic who really does want to support his friends, but like. ain't no way there's ACTUALLY a demon sealed in that old cave that's been cordoned off since the 80s. no fucking way. but the three of them go in, Yuji taking point as usual, and find that the cave is.... way deeper than reported.
weird.
there's whispering in the dark, and strange scuttling noises, but nothing they can see. and nothing comes at them. there aren't even any spiders or bats in here--like animals won't come here.
...even weirder.
and then. just as Yuji is about to suggest turning back. the flashlight beam lands on a body that's been strung up, bound, sealed, and ritually drained of blood.
the body's eyes are open, and he's furious.
so anyway after Sasaki and Iguchi stop screaming, Yuji unties the guy because clearly something illegal happened here and holy shit the guy is so cold but he's still moving and breathing and talking??? it's a weird, old fashioned dialect but Yuji understands enough to convince the man to come with them to the hospital. the man seems weirdly fixated on Yuji, asking his name and who his parents are and if he's a "sorcerer", but really he has so many wounds and they're all dry and crusty and smell like rot and Yuji just really wants to make sure he's not dying.
as soon as they exit the cave, there's like five sorcerers already there ready to fight Satoru. he's weakened, now, surely they can kill him.
except Yuji is hurt trying to stop the violence, and Satoru gets a whiff of his blood, and knows.
"Heir of Sukuna, please forgive me for this."
Three drops of Yuji's blood is all Satoru needs to subdue the enemy.
Fast-forward three years, 18yo Yuji moves to Tokyo and gets a job in the kitchen of a incredibly fancy bathhouse (mostly for sorcerers and hunters but also a genuine business), because he brought kikufuku and hotpot he made at home for the interviewer and staff to try. Nobara, charged with showing him the ropes, asks how long he's been cooking; he tells her most of his teen years, but the kikufuku is because his wife has a sweet tooth and begs him to make it a lot.
"Wife?? Aren't you only eighteen??"
"Oh--yeah, we're not actually married yet. He just likes being called my wife, and I like being his husband. It makes it easier to wait for the law to change. Plus it's fun to introduce him as my wife because homophobes don't know what to do about a tall, buff dude enjoying being a housewife."
Nobara meets Yuji's wife that night. He is very tall and buff, and also clearly adores Yuji in a way that makes the fact that he's the legendary vampire Gojo Satoru slightly less horrifying. Like, it's very hard to imagine the man currently whining about not having a 'proper' garden anymore here in the city as covered in blood and viscera. Especially since he keeps swinging his and Yuji's clasped hands like a restless child and dropping absent kisses on Yuji's head, and Yuji is obviously so pleased by all these little displays of affection. It is sickening how cute these two are.
.......Nobara decides not to report Satoru's presence to the council yet. She has a very hard time believing this puppy-dog of a man is dangerous to humans.
(she's right. Satoru is utterly uninterested in hurting people, now that he's calmed down and learned that he only needs a few ounces of Yuji's blood once a month to stay alive. It does piss him off that monsters and other creatures of the night keep trying to seduce Yuji into following Sukuna's footsteps and becoming the prophesied Demon King who will destroy all of humanity. Who will make Satoru kikufuku if Yuji goes bad??? AND WHY DO ALL THESE OTHER VAMPIRES KEEP TRYING TO DRINK HIS HUSBAND'S BLOOD??????)
((Yuji just thinks it's funny that they keep trying, because Satoru is clearly the reason dead vampires keep turning up with "homewrecker" carved into their foreheads. when will they get the message that Yuji's a one-wife man?))
#yes this is heavily inspired by ''Reincarnated In The World Of Demon King Evelogia'' I just love how stupid those two are for each other#GoYuu#jujutsu kaisen
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A Player Knows Game
𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of sex, strong language, disrespectful teenager, married couple, arguing, underage smoking and underage drinking,
𖤐Summary: Soap and Y/n's teenage son Ryker is becoming a bit disrespectful to his parents and Soap wants to put a stop to his disrespectful antics
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11:00PM
"I'm so tired," Y/n, the wife of Soap yawns.
"I know...I am too, and we can't sleep because of him and his midnight antics," Soap's eye twitched in annoyance, it's almost every night now, Ryker has brought a new girl home to fuck.
He thinks his parents are asleep but in reality they can't sleep when their son's bed frame is hitting the wall and some girls were fucking loud.
Y/n rubs her tired eyes and Soap held her to his chest, he looks down and sees that Y/n looked so tired, she had work tomorrow, and a important meeting as well.
"Okay, that's it!" Soap moves off the bed and put on some sweatpants.
"Johnny? What are you doing?" She gets off the bed and holds his arm.
"Going to put a fucking stop to this, this is almost every fucking night now, I'm tired, you're tired, I'm done, this fucking stops," he quickly and forcefully opens the master bedroom door and goes to his sons door which just a few steps away.
He knocks on his sons bedroom door, he hears rustling inside and some chuckling and giggling around in the bedroom, making Soap a little more angry.
Soon, the door opens and Ryker was face-to-face with an angry dad and a worried mother.
"What?" Ryker sounded annoyed.
"What's what, is that your mother and I are trying to sleep and we can't when you are in here making so much fucking noise," Soap says.
"We're...just having fun," Ryker raised his eyebrows and looked at Soap and Y/n.
"Too much fucking fun, Miss grab your shit and leave my house," Soap says, looking at the girl on Ryker's bed holding his blanket to her bare chest.
"Whatever," she rolls her eyes and starts grabbing her clothes as Ryker and Soap were just having a pissed off staring contest with each other. The girl walks between Soap and Ryker and left without saying another word to either of them.
"John," Y/n grabs at her husband's buff and veiny arm.
"Next time you want to have your so-called 'fun' fucking do it somewhere else, not in my house," Soap didn't care if his son was having sex as long as his son was protected but he hates hearing it almost every fucking day.
Soap and Y/n head back to their bedroom and Y/n fell on her side of the bed and passed out almost immediately as Soap leans against the headboard of the bed and soon fell asleep.
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Ryker lays on his bed looking at his phone his LED lights in the color red as he was shirtless and was texting the girl he was just with.
Kenzie: *What a buzzkill*
Ryker: *Yeah, they fucking suck, they never cared before and now all of a sudden they care, it's fucking annoying* *Anyways, do you want to go to Echoes and do it there?*
Echoes was a rec-bar that people Ryker's age went to, to play games, bowl, smoke, drinking and even do it in the bathrooms. The owner of Echoes didn't care what people did in his bar, it's basically run by teenagers.
Kenzie: *I don't know, maybe*
Ryker: *I have to know before I move to the next girl*
Yeah, Ryker is a fucking player or fuckboy which ever you prefer and basically has a LIST of girls he wants to fuck, or who asked to be fucked by him.
Kenzie: *No, move on, idc*
Ryker: *Ok*
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9:39AM
Soap had woken up to the sound of his son blasting music, he rubs his tired eyes and looks to see no Y/n next to him, she must've left for the day.
Soap groans and get out of bed, pulling his bedroom door open and walk down the hall seeing his sons bedroom door wide open and he was moving around his bedroom as Soap walked passed his bedroom.
Ryker has gotten to the point where he's disrespecting Soap and Soap's house rules. Y/n is usually busy with work that she doesn't know much that's happening with Soap and Ryker.
Soap and Ryker use to do everything together, fishing, camping, going to sports games, but once Ryker reached High School that all went out the window and Ryker became a fuckboy.
Soap wonders how it happened. If he's hanging out with the wrong group of friends, but Soap met all his friends and they all seem pretty cool, none are disrespectful and respect both Soap and Y/n.
Soap fixed himself some coffee and walked to the front door seeing the newspaper at the front door. Soap doesn't know why they still get the newspaper, he has TV and a phone that gives him the News.
"I'm heading out!" Ryker says, basically pushing passed Soap, almost making Soap spill his coffee.
"RYKER!" Soap yells, and Soap watched Ryker walk halfway down the driveway. Soap puts his arms in the air and walks back inside the house.
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Ryker walks to his friends house opening the door and walking inside.
"RYKER'S HERE!!" Ryker announces himself to his friends, who all yell and Ryker plops himself on the couch as his friend Zion passed him a joint.
"How was Kenzie?"
"Dude, didn't even get to finish because of my old man."
"Really!?"
"Hell yeah, dude," Ryker talked shit about Soap, Ryker didn't care.
"But didn't she feel good though?"
"Oh fuck yeah dude. I was all over that shit, but again, I didn't even fucking finish because of my dickhead of a father."
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1:00PM
Soap yawns and looks at the TV it was noon and Ryker was still at Zion's as far as Soap knew at least. The front door opened revealing Ryker. He places his bag by the front door and walks in.
"You reek of weed," Soap says.
"What you going to tell mom?" Ryker snickers.
"Ryker. I don't fucking know what has gotten into you, but you are not the son I fucking raised."
"Yes, it fucking is," Ryker says.
"I didn't raise you, to drink and smoke at a young age, I didn't teach you to have sex at 16, are you even protecting yourself? I don't know because you are not talking to me...you use to tell me...everything, Ryker...what the fuck happened?"
"I grew up," Ryker says before walking upstairs to his bedroom and Soap hears the bedroom door slam shut.
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3:16PM
Soap places his head in his hands and he hears the front door open.
"I'm home!" Y/n says. Soap lifts his head up and Y/n made eye contact with a red eyed Soap. "Soap? What's wrong?" Y/n drops everything and walks to him, taking his head and holding him closer to her chest.
"I feel like I failed as a father...I failed my son...I failed you."
"You didn't fail me or Ryker."
"Angel, you don't understand."
"What do I not understand?" She asked him, looking down at him.
"I raised my son to be respectful to anyone and everyone...and he turned into a fuckboy...and he's disrespectful to us...what did I do wrong?"
"You did nothing wrong, John. You did your absolute best as a father...he's...he's just hitting a phase where if he's disrespectful he'll get friends, he's still your little boy."
"He's not a baby anymore, angel...he's a teenager..."
Only if Soap knew that Ryker heard everything. Ryker was around the corner before heading to the living room, he stops when hearing Soap's breaking voice and his moms soft voice trying to comfort him.
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5:00PM
"Mom...do you want help with dinner?" Ryker had come downstairs seeing his mom get ready for dinner.
"If you want to peel the potatoes. Your father usually does it for me."
"Where's he?"
"Bed, he's taking a nap...he's a little stressed right now," she says. Ryker has a feeling on why he may be stressed.
"Dad's pissed at me."
"Ryker-"
"I know, I'm sorry."
"No...your father told me what's going on...why are you doing this?"
"I don't know, mom...it was like a switch when I stepped in High School. Guess it was all those Disney shows that show when you're in High School you have to be a badass to get by."
"Be serious, Ryker..."
"I don't know, mom."
"Where you afraid you might not be liked?" Ryker just shrugs. "Your father has done so much for you and I, I hope you know that."
"I do, mom...I know..." Ryker placed all the peeled potatoes on a napkin and moved them to the stove and plopped them in a boiling pot.
Ryker watched his mom make dinner and he leans on the counter rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry for keeping you both up last night."
"It's okay, Ryker." She smiles at her son and kissed his temple.
"Mom, I'm too old for kisses."
"You will love my kisses rather you like them or not," she starts kissing all over his face making him laugh and her laugh as well. Soap watched from a distance as Ryker was smiling, a smile he hasn't seen in a long time.
Soap steps closer to Y/n and his son. Y/n smiles up at Soap and kissed his lips before he looks at Ryker and rubs his fluffy hair.
"I'm sorry."
"I know, you are."
"You McTavish boys are so emotional," Y/n jokes.
"Whatever," John then attacks Y/n with kisses. Ryker watched as his parents showed their love to each other.
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Next Day (12:00PM)
Zion: *Yo, you coming over? Lily, Avery, and Winter are coming over, you wanna round?* *Hello?* *Dude?* *Earth* *To* *Ryker?*
Ryker hears his phone blowing up by Zion. Ryker looks at the messages and turns his phone to 'Do Not Disturb' him and Soap were at the lake. Do a long do fishing trip.
"This is nice," Soap says.
"Oh yeah," Ryker says.
"This is fun...later do you want food?" Soap asked.
"Yep," Ryker says popping the 'p'.
"We'll see what you mom wants after this."
"Okay."
#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#fandom#fanfic#call of duty#mw2#cod#john soap mctavish x you#john soap mctavish x reader#soap mactavish#soap x you#soap x reader#soap call of duty#soap cod#soap mw2#john soap mactavish
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Tech Support (Or, How to Pamper Your Husband Without Him Noticing)

I start with the pretense of maintenance, as always. Vox lets me get away with a lot when I phrase it as something important—checking his ports, dusting the vents, making sure his wiring is in top condition. He huffs and grumbles about how he can do all this himself, but he still sits perfectly still while I work, letting me straddle his lap to reach the more delicate spots.
“Really don’t think you need to be all up in my face for this, babe,” he mutters, but his voice has already softened.
“Of course I do,” I hum, running my fingers along the sleek curve of his screen, using a microfiber cloth to buff out invisible smudges. “What if I miss a spot? That’d be so embarrassing for you, baby.”
His static crackles softly, a telltale sign that he enjoys this more than he wants to admit. His ports are terribly sensitive, which is exactly why I take my time dusting them, using the softest little brush to make sure there’s not a speck of debris. He stiffens at first, but as I drag my fingers along the edges, his vents let out the smallest whirr.
“Not too much, sweetheart,” he warns, though there’s no real bite to it.
I tilt my head, all innocence. “Too much what? I’m just helping you.”
I set my tools aside, trailing my fingertips along his frame instead. He doesn’t even notice the shift—not at first. I trace the lines where his panels meet, smoothing out tiny imperfections, checking for any damage that definitely isn’t there. I replace a wire or two, carefully reconnecting them while pressing close, feeling the faint buzz of his circuits beneath my hands.
“There we go,” I murmur, pressing a kiss just below his antenna. “All taken care of.”
He exhales, a deep static-drenched sound, and leans ever so slightly into my touch.
“…Wait a second,” he grumbles, hands flexing at my waist as if he’s only now processing what I’ve done. “This—this isn’t maintenance. You—you tricked me into a massage.”
I smile, pressing my forehead against his. “Mmmhmm.”
Vox lets out a sound that’s almost a groan, but he doesn’t push me away. If anything, he lets himself relax even more, his vents releasing slow, steady bursts of air.
“…I should be mad,” he says.
“But you feel good, don’t you?” I coo, massaging his shoulders, dragging my nails lightly against his back.
He twitches, but he doesn’t answer. Not verbally, anyway. His fans kick up a little louder, and he melts against me, his hands settling at my hips in a way that says, fine, you win.
I always win when it comes to taking care of my husband.
I grin, pressing another kiss to the side of his screen. “See? You like when I take care of you.”
Vox scoffs, but it’s weak, his grip on my hips tightening slightly like he wants to be annoyed but can’t quite commit to it. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I know I am,” I tease, shifting in his lap so I can drag my fingers down his back, massaging slow circles into the tension points I know so well. His frame isn’t rigid metal—he’s smooth, flexible where he needs to be, built to move just like a person. His muscles, even if they’re artificial, hold onto stress like real ones do.
I can feel it in the way his frame twitches beneath my touch, in the way he exhales another staticky sigh, his fans running just a little faster.
His ports are so sensitive. I’m careful with them, using only the pads of my fingers to trace along the edges. Not enough to overload them—just enough to make him shiver, his hands twitching where they rest on me.
“Retro.”
“Mmm?”
“I swear—” He cuts himself off with a shudder as I knead at the base of his neck, right where the tension gathers when he spends too long hunched over his work. His antenna twitch, sparking faintly with static, and I can hear the way his processing slows down.
I love when he gets like this.
The moment where he stops pretending he’s too proud for this, where he finally lets go.
His grip shifts, pulling me closer, burying his face against my shoulder. He’s warm against me, the faint hum of his circuits vibrating through his frame. I trace slow, lazy circles down his spine, pressing light kisses to the smooth metal of his head.
“Wasn’t that so much better than pretending you don’t like being pampered?” I murmur.
He groans, half into my skin, half into static. “You cheated.”
“Oh? And how exactly did I cheat?”
“You tricked me.”
I giggle, raking my nails lightly down his back. “Is it really tricking you if you liked it?”
Vox mutters something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, but he’s still holding onto me, his weight settling heavier against me, fully relaxed in my arms.
I smile, feeling the warmth of him, the quiet hum of contentment in his circuits.
“I love you,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the top of his head.
For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.
Then, a low chuckle, soft and fond, as his arms tighten around me.
“…Yeah,” he murmurs, the static in his voice crackling like a purr. “I love you too, darling.”
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Late for Work: Clocked Out(jjk x reader)
Pairing: Husband!Gamer!Jungkook x black!female!reader
Word Count: 4K+
Warnings: Mentions of engagement, reader has a sister in this, mentions of wild hotel sex, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m receiving), multiple orgasms(m and f receiving), riding, reader’s knees are built Ford tough, like really, reader rides him like a professional, standing sex, standing doggystyle, strength kink, praise kink, spit kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mentions of past exhibitionism and voyeruism, idk if I’d refer to this as dubious consent but Taehyung and Jimin listen willingly to reader and JK having sex although they don’t outright consent to it, mentions of Jimin and his partner being voyeurs, reader has a thigh tattoo, reader is dark skinned
A/N: Hi! I’m back with Part 2 of my Gamer!Jungkook smut. This is really just straight horny, desperate sex🤣I contemplated just making this a sweet cockwarming scenario but then I thought….NAH. Reader and Jungkook are so I’m love and attracted to each other. I also included a little snippet of what I’m thinking of doing for a Jimin drabble. There aren’t enough stories about OC/Reader’s being voyeurs so I want to take a crack at it. It’ll probably be about Jimin/OC after listening to this couple’s escapades in Taehyung’s bathroom🤣🤣Next on my list is a Seokjin x roommate!reader, a Hoseok x Stripper!reader, and a Taehyung x NudeModel!reader. I also have an idea for an OT7 x Succubus!reader story where reader collects each member like infinity stones🤣. I actually want to attempt my first collab with that idea so if anyone wants to contribute, please reach out! Anyway, enjoy this! Criticism is always accepted. Stay safe💜
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The only thing on your mind the entire time you were at work was Jungkook’s cock. You angrily ate your bagel in the car, trying to force down the throbbing between your legs. Stupid meeting! A few minutes more and you would have had that glorious cock right where you wanted it.
Letting your frustration out on your squishy steering wheel cover, you let out a deep sigh. You inhaled a few deep breaths, putting on your fake smile before stepping out of your car.
The meeting went pretty well. Your other coworkers covered for you until you got there. Jungkook’s cock wasn’t even on your mind once you got in front of that board to give your presentation.
Like always, you amazed them with your thoroughness and well thought out plan and it would be put into effect within the next few months.
“We’re going to lunch. You coming?” One of your coworkers asked.
You shook your head, politely declining. “No thanks. Jungkook made my lunch. I’m gonna call him.”
They let out some ‘oooo’s’, your eyes rolling but you couldn’t fight down the smile.
“I wish I had a buff tattooed husband to make my lunch.” One of them dreamily sighed to which they got nudged by someone else.
“You’re gay though.”
“So? I can still have straight thoughts.”
Spinning around in your desk chair, you pulled out your phone, tapping the screen to wake it up. A smile spread across your face at the photo on your lock screen. It was a selfie you took after Jungkook proposed—your lips locked in a kiss and your left hand raised to show off the rock on your finger. You remember that night so clearly. Your sister had come down from America to distract you for the entire day while Jungkook prepared the surprise. She randomly offered to do your hair and makeup, saying it was something she wanted to try for her small business. Of course, you thought nothing of it since you’ve helped her plenty of times. You still didn’t connect the dots when she told you to dress nice or when she loaded you into the car and drove you to an outdoors gazebo lit up by fairy lights and surrounded by your favorite flowers.
And there was Jungkook standing at the end, dressed to the nines and looking like the man of your dreams. You were too stunned to even move. Was this really happening? A gentle push from your sister moved your feet forward until you were standing before him, tears threatening to spill past your waterline.
“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle like that again but that time, with this on your finger.”
Then he got down on one knee, pulling out a velvet box and opening it, showing you the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen in your life.
That night was so magical. High off the endorphins and the overwhelming love you had for him, you two made passionate love all night, whispering your promises of the future on each other’s lips.
…..the room was so heavy with the scent of sex that you had to open all of the windows…..the hotel even charged you another cleaning fee because of how messy you left it.
Mhmm���.
You clenched your thighs together, the memory igniting that flame back within you that you had managed to calm down.
Quickly unlocking your phone, you went to your FaceTime app, clicking the contact labeled “Mines💍🩷”. It rang twice before his face popped up on the screen. You were angled down which told you his phone was in his lap, both of his hands working on his game controller.
“Hey baby. Lunch time?”
You sighed, leaning on your palm. “Yeah. I just finished my presentation. Nailed it like always.”
He smiled. “I knew you would. You’ve been working really hard on it. I’m proud of you.”
His praise made you giggle, kicking your feet. “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without your support. And my coworkers too. Anyway, what are you up to?”
“Playing some COD with Taehyung and Jimin. I was about to heat up some leftovers. Have you eaten your lunch yet? Ah! Come on, man!” His outburst made you smile, your eyes going to the veins in his arms that bulged with his movement. Those veins…….they bulged the same way whenever he’d choke you.
Looking around your office but finding no one around, you leaned closer to your phone to whisper, “baby…..I’m so horny.”
Your husband smirked, not taking his eyes off the television. Fucking tease….
“Oh yeah? Sounds like a problem for after work.”
Huffing, you said, “when I get home, you’re gonna get it.”
The smirk never dropped from his face. “I can’t wait.”
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You were surprised the cops didn’t pull you over from how you were speeding home. Not even rush hour traffic could stop you from getting home. You weren’t even sure you were parked correctly but you couldn’t think about that now.
Rushing into your apartment building, you sped walked to the elevator, almost breaking the button from how hard you pressed it. Ugh! Aren’t elevators supposed to be faster than stairs? You would take the stairs but you didn’t want to tire your legs out right now. That was for later.
Why is it that when you were in a rush, unlocking your door became harder than trying to sleep after fresh braids?
You finally got the code right, throwing the door open and entering your apartment. You didn’t even remove your heels, tossing your bag on the table next to the door before rushing into the living room where your husband was sitting.
He heard the slam of the door but didn’t move. This was gonna be fun.
He didn’t greet you like he always did, not wanting his friends to know you were home. He just glanced back at you before turning his attention back to the screen
You rounded the couch to stand next to him. Your eyes took in his relaxed frame—he was manspreading(because why wouldn’t he be?)in a pair of shorts and still no shirt. His hair was pushed back with a hair band and looked slightly damp, telling you he had showered after you left. Probably a cold one.
He was wearing his headset too, one side pushed behind his ear. That told you he was definitely playing online with his friends. Normally, you’d convince him to stop playing so that you could have your way with him. You just didn’t really like the idea of Jungkook’s friends hearing you two get it on. Ironic considering you two have fucked in both of his friend’s houses before with them just a room away but that was different! This would be intentionally not trying to hide it. Could you live with that inevitable awkwardness afterwards?
Eh. You’ve sat through worse. Nothing would ever be as awkward as that day when your cousin aired out all of the family business a few thanksgivings ago. Even you spit out your lemonade at hearing that your aunt was lying about who her eldest son’s daddy was. Needless to say, family functions are now a thing of the past.
Toxic family aside, there was someone way less toxic looking delectable below you and you weren’t about to waste the opportunity. Taehyung and Jimin would get over it.
Stepping over his legs, you nestled yourself between his knees, pushing his hands that were settled over his crotch out of the way.
You’d wipe that cheeky smirk off his face.
Grabbing at the band of his shorts, you didn’t even need his help to yank them down, a sudden burst of strength coursing through your veins. His cock was already half hard, the cold air brushing against him making him shiver.
You didn’t even bother trying to stroke him to hardness, leaning forward to engulf his cock in your mouth. You weren’t even trying to get him to cum off head, you just wanted him hard before you rode him until his pelvis collapsed.
You felt his thighs tense under your hands, his own hands still working over his controller that he had moved to hold against his chest. The sound of gunshots and the dialogue of his video game didn’t sound nearly as loud as the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Drool seeped out of the sides of your mouth, dripping down to his balls.
He covered a moan with a cough when you took him all the way to the hilt. Fuck, your mouth felt amazing. He was actually surprised you dropped to your knees when you knew he was online. Then again, he bent you over Taehyung’s bathroom sink less than 2 weeks ago so exhibitionism wasn’t completely off the table for you two. He also knew you hated orgasm denial more than anything unless in an intimate setting. You must have been fuming in the car. He knew from the moment you sent him that “on my way” text that you were going to pounce him. He loved how much you wanted him all the time. It made him feel so loved. And he loved you with everything he had.
You were it for him. He wanted to be with you forever—just basking in your affection and creating some of his happiest memories with you.
The sex was a plus too.
At a harsh suck, he tossed his head back, accidentally letting out a groan.
“You good, man? Stub your toe again?” Taehyung joked.
Jungkook cleared his throat. “Yeah. This coffee table sucks.” He looked down at you, your eyes already focused on him. He had to bite his lip just to prevent another moan from slipping—your eyes were watering, mascara smudging at the edges, mouth stretched around his girth.
You were a dream.
Pulling off his cock, you inhaled a deep breath. Now it was slicked with your spit, pulsing and rock hard. Just how you liked it.
Standing to your feet, you kicked off your heels while lifting your skirt to yank your panties off.
Jungkook watched you with hungry eyes, the tattoo that spread across your thigh making him wanting to sink his teeth into the fat. Maybe later. He used one hand to push his shorts the rest of the way off, kicking them away.
Once your panties were out of the way, you moved back towards him. You pushed his hands out of the way, moving to straddle his lap. Your perfume invaded his senses, his own arousal beginning to overwhelm him. He just wanted to completely wrap himself in you like a blanket.
Reaching behind you, you grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your clenching entrance.
He had to hold his breath when you began sliding down. You were absolutely soaked, walls feeling tighter than ever. You took in deep breaths, forcing your walls to relax to be able to take him in.
An airy moan came from you once he was fully inside, the curved shaft pressing right into that spot inside of you. You felt like you could cum just from this but that wouldn’t be as satisfying.
“What was that? You aren’t playing a game on your phone too, are you? I will never understand why you do that.” Jimin said with a sigh and Jungkook could picture him shaking his head.
“What are you even doing? You haven’t moved and they’re ambushing us!” Taehyung called.
Jungkook rolled his neck, blinking his eyes a few times to try and focus back on the screen but you were obscuring his view. And what a view you were.
Gripping the couch behind his shoulders, you began a fast pace on his lap, the meeting of your thighs against his lap sounding similar to the gunshots on the television. He quickly disabled his mic, tossing his head back to let out the loudest moan ever. You were right there with him.
“Fuck.” He cursed, abandoning his controller to grip the fat of your ass. He couldn’t even think about this video game right now or the fact that his kill streak was tanking. The way your walls were hugging his cock were driving him crazy. To be honest, he was feeling desperate ever since you left the house. He had to take a cold shower just to will his erection away. He could have jerked off but why would he when he had you? He could suffer for a few hours if it meant you’d come home and ride his dick like this.
One of your hands went to hold the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I love this cock so fucking much. I’ve been wanting it all day.” You growled in his ear, slamming down on him harder when you felt him land a slap to your ass.
“Yeah?” He breathily said and you could hear that stupid smirk in his voice. “T-then ride it.” Any other time, you would have teased how he stuttered but with your orgasm just a hairs width away, you ignored it. You’d tease him later.
Adjusting yourself until you were balanced on your feet, you began to throw your ass back on his cock—lifting yourself until just the tip was inside and then taking him right back in.
“Jungkook! Jungkook! Where are you? We’re losing!”
“Bro! Throw a grenade or something!”
He ignored the call of his friends, controller long abandoned on the floor, both hands now on your hips to give you help you didn’t need. If anything, it was more to ground himself. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck, the AC doing nothing to cool down his hot skin. The hand at the back of his neck felt like fire, your nails digging into his nape.
You yanked his head back, your own blurry eyes meeting his. His eyelashes fluttered, trying to stay open—he felt so close, like he was about to combust.
He looked so sexy like this; sweaty and breathless, mouth dropped open and eyes unfocused. His neck and chest were splotched in red, chest heaving from exertion.
You could eat him up.
Leaning forward, you latched onto that spot on the side of his neck, biting and sucking at it until a purple marked formed.
“I’m cumming, baby. Gonna cum all over your cock….” You whispered against his throat, that band that’s already been tight the entire day finally about to snap.
Your walls squeezed around him so tightly that it almost hurt, your juices dripping down his shaft and there was no doubt the couch would need to be cleaned.
One of his hands left your hips to wrap around your throat, dark eyes staring directly into yours. His gaze, along with the pressure of his hand squeezing your neck made that band snap, your orgasm hitting you harder than Chicago air in the winter.
Even so, you didn’t stop bouncing on his cock, wanting more and more. Your nails dug into his neck and the couch, mouth dropping open as your eyes rolled in your head. The pleasure traveled up your back and to the tips of your toes, your clit meeting his pelvis with every bounce, the bundle of nerves feeling a thousand times more sensitive than usual.
Jungkook wasn’t too far behind you.
“Oh my god. I’m cumming.”
You continued your pace, ass starting to hurt from where it connected with his thighs but the pain only pushed you harder.
“Fill me up, baby. Give it to me.” A little smile spread across your face, purposefully clenching your walls around him to milk him of his orgasm. Your ran your fingers through his hair, pushing his hairband and headset off until they were just hanging around his neck.
His eyes closed, his orgasm finally washing over him. Both the hand on your throat and the one on your hip gripping you tightly. The lack of air pushed you right into another orgasm, this one just as powerful as your first. Your legs shook from the force, your bounces slowing to a stop and your knees meeting the cushions of the couch.
Jungkook groaned, finally opening his eyes. “Did you just cum again?”
A new surge of energy rushed over him, the urge to cum again clouding him. Reaching for your blouse, he ripped it open, the buttons popping off.
“Jungkook!” You squealed but he ignored you, pulling the insulting fabric off your arms and tossing it on the floor. That left you in your bra, the cups holding the fullness of your breasts in the best of ways. His hands went to the latch on your back, undoing it with practiced ease. You helped him remove it, your nipples hardening once the cool air hit them. You also took his headset off his neck, placing it on the couch next to you.
He cupped both of them in his hands, squishing them together. He hummed, burying his face in the soft flesh and motor boating you. You giggled at his antics, running your fingers through his hair.
“I love these.” He sucked both of your nipples into his mouth, a shiver going down your spine. “You’re so sexy.” He nipped and licked at the supple skin, sucking at it harshly so he could see the bruises against your dark skin.
You began moving your hips against him again, humming as slight overstimulation melted back into pleasure.
“Feels so good. I love your cock.”
“I know you do. You’re gripping me so tight.” He murmured against your nipples, his eyes lifting to look at you.
Your legs felt a bit weak so all you could manage was a gentle bounce but that wasn’t enough for Jungkook right now.
Abandoning your breasts, he moved to grip at your ass again, helping you move back and forth on his cock. Your back arched, chest pressing closer to his face, his mouth still licking at your nipples.
You moaned as his shaft stroked at your walls, your cunt feeling sensitive but you still wanted more.
“Baby….more.”
Grabbing you by your ass, he hauled you up and stood to his feet. Your arms went around his shoulders, legs draped over his elbows.
Now this was your absolute favorite position. His cock hit you in all the right spots like this and the display of strength made you wetter than ever.
“Ready?” He asked.
You hugged him tighter. “Fuck me, baby.”
Getting a good grip on your ass, he began fucking you back and forth on his cock, this position causing the head of his cock to read even deeper inside of you. The pace he set was brutal, his own hips moving to meet you, fingers digging harshly into your ass.
“Oooooo….fffff-shit! Jungkook!” Your nails dug into his shoulders, toes curling at the euphoric pleasure.
“That’s right. Say my name. Whose fucking pussy is this?” His gruff voice growled in your ear. You moaned his name, syllables slurring together as your brain turned to mush. You were so close again already.
“Fuck! This fucking pussy is so good.” He tossed his head back, moving you harder against him, your walls trying to suck him back in with every thrust.
Your legs dangled uselessly over his arms, head lolling weakly against his shoulder. He could feel drool wetting his shoulder. It gave him a boost of confidence. Let him know he was fucking you stupid, just how he liked it.
“I’m cumming again.” You warned breathlessly, your hot breath blowing over his neck.
He didn’t need you to announce that, already feeling your walls tighten around him.
“Do it. Cum on my cock, princess.” As if his words were a trigger to your body, you came around him, letting out a high whine. “Good girl.”
He slowed his hips to a stop, ignoring your whine of discontent. He lowered your legs to the ground, holding you up when your knees buckled.
“Turn around.” He said but didn’t really wait for you to follow, flipping you around himself. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he bent you at the waist, kicking your legs apart. You reached up to place your hand over his, the other going to your knee.
He pumped his cock a few times, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing inside. You sighed.
Grabbing your skirt that was still around your waist and keeping the other hand on the back of your neck, he began moving his hips. Your head dropped forward, nails digging into your own skin as his cock bullied your walls.
“Oh my god, yes baby. Harder.” You moaned.
He obliged, moving his other hand to your shoulder and beginning to piston his hips in and out of you. His eyes were mesmerized by how your ass rippled against his pelvis. He could feel that pressure building in his lower tummy again.
Using his grip on you, he pulled your upper body up until your back was pressed against his chest. His hand went back around your throat, using his fingers to turn your head to the side so that he could kiss you. Your hands went to grip at both sides of his hips, digging your nails there.
Mouth hanging open, you stuck out your tongue to silently ask for something you wanted.
And of course, he knew exactly what you needed.
Gathering saliva in his mouth, he spit directly on your tongue. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, swallowing his spit and then opening your mouth again to let out a scream. He could feel your walls gripping him so tight that he had to slow down.
“Fuck. You dirty slut. You like when I spit in your mouth?” He laid a slap on the side of your thigh. Splaying his hand across your belly, he forced his way through your clenching walls. He started his pace right back up, feeling himself get closer and closer.
You began throwing your ass back against him, bringing your hand down to rub at your clit. Your fingers paired with his hand around your throat, his cock jamming into your sweet spot and the rush from him spitting in your mouth propelled you right into the strongest orgasm of your life.
Your vision spotted black, ears ringing, and muscles seizing as hot white pleasure vibrated across your entire body. Your fingers didn’t stop against your clit, the pleasure never ending.
Jungkook was also right there again, gripping you tight enough to bruise, he buried himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cum.
He fell back against the couch, bringing you down with him. Your body felt like jelly, energy drained and eyelids threatening to fall closed.
You felt Jungkook kiss your neck. “You okay?”
“Perfect. That felt so good.”
“Was it worth the wait?” You felt him smile against your skin, massaging at your sore legs.
“So worth it. I should go to work horny more often.”
“I agree.” His hand sneakily went between your legs to slap at your clit. You jumped at the sensation, whining and pushing his hand away.
“Stop. You menace.” He chuckled but relented, going back to massaging your sore body.
You two sat in silence for a little while, just basking in the afterglow and falling into a light doze. Jungkook forced himself to stay away, knowing he had to haul both of you to the bath.
He looked up at the television, realizing his game was still on. The screen told him that he was still online, just in the waiting room for another round.
Wait a second….
He reached for his headset on the couch, flipping it over, eyes widening at the green light that told him his mic was on. You must have accidentally turned it back on when you took it off him. Then that meant…..
Putting it back on his head, he softly said, “hyung?”
“Dude, you and your wife are freaks.” Taehyung said, sounding a little breathless.
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you go offline? You didn’t have to listen.”
“Your wife has a spit kink? That’s hot.” That was Jimin.
“You too? I didn’t take you as a voyeur.” Jungkook joked. Yes he did. Even Jimin’s partner knew that. Jungkook’s heard one too many of Jimin’s drunken stories of him and his partner’s escapades.
“Oh yeah. Remember when you two fucked in Taehyung’s bathroom 2 weeks ago? My partner and I were walking by. It was hot.”
“Wait what? You did what in my bathroom?”
“I gotta go. Bye.”
“Jeon Jungkook!”
#bts#bts smut#jungkook smut#bts fic#bts imagines#namjoon smut#hoseok smut#jimin smut#seokjin smut#taehyung smut#yoongi smut#bts x black reader#black representation
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Something I’ve had in my mind for a while, so I did a little speed-write:
When he gets back from his therapist, Mickey’s on the couch with his laptop open in front of him.
He doesn’t make a big deal of anything, just looks up, smiles and asks how it went. Today it wasn’t too taxing, just one of the fortnightly appointments that they can afford now. Ian smiles back.
“It was okay.”
“Just okay?” Mickey looks up from the laptop, paying full attention.
He blows out a breath. “Yeah. It was fine, really. Nothing huge.” He says, because nothing huge was revealed, nothing huge was said. Therapy just takes a lot out of him energy-wise.
“Okay.” Mickey replies, placing a hand on his knee, squeezing, and then returns to the screen.
“What are you looking at?” Ian asks, trying to peak.
“That stupid shit you like. Pin Interest or whatever the fuck.”
Ian rolls his eyes. “You like it, Mick. And I know you know it’s called Pinterest.”
Mickey shrugs.
“So, what are you looking at on Pin Interest?” He smirks and Mickey snorts.
“Tattoo ideas. I was thinkin’ of getting another one.” Mickey’s gaze is laser focused as he scans through images, saving some and scowling at others as if they personally offend him.
Ian’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Where do you want it?” He tries to picture his husband with more tattoos and very much likes the image. He likes his current ones too much to not want him to get more.
“I dunno, man. Some sleeves are cool. But they take ages to build up. Maybe just one on my shoulder to start.”
“That sounds good.” Ian tries to get closer, but he still can’t really see what Mickey’s looking at. “Can I see?” He asks, pointing at the device.
Mickey sighs like he’s the most annoying fucker on the planet, but he tilts the screen towards him anyway.
He can see now that Mickey’s searched up ‘black tattoo shoulder men’ and there are just piles on piles of buff men with shoulder tats.
“I like the snake one.” Mickey tells him, pointing at the picture he means. It’s a serpent winding around the top of the guy’s arm, tangling together and going down to the bottom of his bicep.
“Yeah, that one’s cool.” Ian agrees. “What about that one?” He points at one with a fine lined dragon reaching onto the guy’s peck.
“I guess, but I don’t want it too thin, you know? When they do it too intricate, the lines all blur together.” Ian hums in assent.
“Show me what you already have saved.”
Mickey clicks through the website, and Ian catches a glimpse of his pre-existing boards before he goes to the tattoo one. There’s one called ‘wedding’ and one called ‘apartment’ and one called ‘dope shit’. The cover photo of ‘dope shit’ is an aesthetic image of two beers and two cigarettes clasped in two hands. Ian’s not really surprised that this is what Mickey considers to be ‘dope shit’.
In the folder is a lot of similar things. Snakes, dragons, one cat with bat wings. One looks like a weird cross between a gun and a dagger. They’re all pretty hot, and Ian tells him about his favourites.
“I was thinkin’ of drawing it myself. I don’t wanna just copy what someone else has.”
“What did you do for this one?” Ian asks, grasping Mickey’s forearm.
“Drew it.” He explains simply, eyes not leaving the screen.
“Yeah? It’s good. You should draw the next one, too then.”
Mickey hums in agreement but continues to browse the website, probably looking for ideas.
Ian clicks on the TV, starting up an episode of New Girl while Mickey’s distracted.
They sit in peaceful silence for a while, until Mickey speaks again.
“There’s a tattoo place up the street. The reviews seem good. Don’t wanna go somewhere if they’ll just fuck it up.”
“That’s true.” Ian pauses. “If you’re getting one, I might get one too.”
Mickey raises his eyes brows in that expressive way of his. “You want a new tat? Fuckin’ copy cat.” He grumbles, but with the way he looks Ian up and down he can tell he’s not opposed.
“Yeah, been thinkin about it for a bit.”
“Oh yeah? What you thinkin, tough guy, I’ll look up some ideas.” Mickey suggests, already looking back at ‘Pin Interest’.
“Don’t worry, I already know what I want.”
When he doesn’t say more, Mickey huffs impatiently. “Gonna keep me waiting all night or what?”
Ian smirks and leans forward. “I was thinkin’ of an ‘MM’ tattoo, right here.” He tells him, pointing at a spot on the inside of his wrist.
Mickey looks surprised, and fond, and happy all at once. Even so, he tuts at him. “Tshc, you don’t have to do that just because I got your name.”
Ian rolls his eyes. “I fuckin’ know that, dork. I like the idea of having a more permanent thing than the rings.”
“Yeah, coz you keep fuckin’ losing your rings.”
“Well I’m sorry I don’t want it to fall down a drain or something, Mick.” He laughs, exasperated. “But a tattoo won’t fall down the drain.”
Mickey looks at him, and he’s so happy that Ian can’t help but wind their fingers together.
“You don’t want it to look like Mandy Milkovich, though. Gotta get my middle initial, too.”
“Wouldn’t her initials be ‘AM’? For Amanda?” Ian raises his eyebrows. Mickey scrunches his.
“Oh yeah.”
“You hate your middle name, anyway. And ‘MAM’ looks like I got something for my mum, I want this for you.”
“Yeah, you already got those titties for Monica.” Mickey jokes lightly and Ian pushes his side.
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i might write a next part, where they actually go get them!
#shameless#gallavich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian x mickey#gallavich fic#shameless fanfiction#they’re adorable
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BAKI FURSONAS
Alright what's up chat its been awhile. As you know I like to mash my interests together and these are up to the plate today. Plus I think it's funny to apply fursonas to overly masculine buff men.
Aight heres one we've already established with art in the past:
Yujiro and Baki: kitsunes.
Reaoning: Basically that one udon commercial where Yujiro is a kitsune. So I figured Baki would be too. Plus they're obviously both very powerful characters and I think them being folklore creatures fits well. As for Emi, I think she'd just be a regular fox since she clearly isn't as strong as her husband or son. I'd imagine Yujiro wouldn't have a child with someone of another species anyway if hes trying to get a "perfect opponent" (am I calling Yujiro a eugenisist? ...If the shoe fits.)
Also, kitsune lore says that a kitsune must earn their number of tails. I frequently draw Baki with 8, so he can receive his ninth when he defeats his father lol
Jack: Golden lab/kitsune mix
Reasoning: I think it would be fun to assign a lab to Jack because of the authors daughter being the creator of Beastars, who also has a character named Jack who's a lab. Of course this would mean he'd be half kitsune as well. I'm not sure how that design would go, I'd imagine just a lab with multiple tails, maybe they'd be a bit fluffier. To add, I think that along with Jack getting surgery and taking roids to make himself bigger, he also takes some kind of drug to take the domesticity out of his lab side (which may or may not be successful).
Doppo and Katsumi: pitbulls
Resoning: I was originally gonna make them tigers because of the tiger story, but then I figured that would undermine the significance. Now when i say this, im not trynna perpetuate the stereotype that pitbulls are inherently an aggressive breed, but I think their history of being fighter or guard dogs fits. Also they can have loving personalities so, extra points there. ALSO also, they just kinda look like pitbulls. In a good way.
Retsu: leopard
Reasoning: leopards are described as skilled and adaptable hunters, which fits with Retsus way of thinking. He'd likely be a North Chinese Leopard since his heritage is a big part of his character. (I wish I had more of an explanation, but this was the best I could think of. I might change my assessment if I find a better fit)
Sukune: giant panda or some other bear
Reasoning: just look at him
Oliva: lion
Reasoning: Despite the stereotypes, male lions tend to have a more laid back personality, but can obviously fight when needed. Olivas a big dude, and so are lions. Lions are heavily associated with luxury, charm and security, which fits olivas character as well.
Hanayama: polar bear or bull
Reasoning: built like a tank, first of all. I think the polar bear might work better because of his white suit, but idk. Obviously very headstrong, polar bears and bulls relatively walk injuries off like it's nothing.
Pickle: dinosaur (dinosaur nerds can suggest specific ones cuz I don't know anything about dinosaurs)
Reasoning: do i even need to give a reason? The answers right there.
I may make a part 2, it's 3:51am and I don't wanna keep going rn. Go ahead and comment/reblog with your own interpretations, or give suggestions for characters I didn't cover
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What does a normal day look like for Katsuki?
It starts at eight o’clock in the morning, depending on his shift. Often, he fights the urge to succumb to the blankets and let the warmth swallow him. Then he remembers who he is, chastises himself, and grumpily stomps to the bathroom––ignoring the blackout curtains––lest Izuku is there. If he wakes up next to his husband, he absolutely leans back and enjoys the lavender scent. Sometimes, he sneakily scents Izuku, but the dick always notices.
After brushing his teeth with such adamance the friction will set them on fire, he heads into the kitchen and gets to work. This bit is his favourite, whether Izuku is present or not. He’s always looking for new ways to brighten their palate with foreign recipes and unconventional methods for classic dishes. The chance of failure with such experimentation is 50/50, but Katsuki thinks he’s gotten better at it; Izuku, the greedy alpha, will eat anything Katsuki makes him, anyway, especially if it’s a bento box, which Katsuki physically hands to him almost every day without fail. It is the most important task of the day, and Izuku thanks him profusely every time, whispering compliments into his ear as they scent one another in an extensive hug. It is also Katsuki’s second favourite moment of the day, besides cooking the actual thing. For him, cooking is a way to express himself, and Izuku is the lucky receptor of these messages, be it an insanely spicy curry or a sickeningly sweet crepe. His thoughts are derailing, he knows, but when every waking moment is spent thinking of his buff alpha, such events occur.
After cooking comes the mundane part––cleaning. Izuku keeps insisting on a maid, knowing Katsuki will be knackered before his shift even begins. Katsuki refuses. If he cannot take care of his home and alpha, the notion will eat him up inside out––plus, he despises losing, and vows to be the best omega (and pro hero) ever (three years in a row for the latter).
Cleaning, much like cooking, involves a 50/50 probability, this time weighing on two things: indignation and rejuvenation. Mitsuki always yelled the house down every Sunday morning, and forced Katsuki to learn all the techniques––he hated it back then, but now, he treats it tenderly. Sometimes, hoovering is an absolute pain in the ass, imploring him to burn the carpet, which the machine sucks onto––but laundry is even worse. Nothing pisses him off more than having to fold fifty t-shirts which have idiotic words like “evening” and “happy” on them. Yet scrubbing bathroom tiles with music blasting is oddly refreshing, and has also gotten him some complaints from neighbours, to which he responds in an equally rude letter that “it’s eleven o’clock in the morning, asshole. You don’t have a job?”
Since he’s a god at cleaning, like everything else he’s good at, Katsuki prepares for his shift. He works full time, just like Izuku, but gets some leeway––later shifts mean more action, anyway, and he craves some explosion therapy. An average shift spans eight hours, and he always finishes in time to give Izuku his lunch.
Most days, it’s the usual. Izuku is surprisingly a picky eater, and Katsuki thought he was used to it by now, but god, did his husband irk him. Just eat the fucking wasabi, he writes on that day’s message, slapped onto the lunchbox and neatly put in its bag. Izuku always thanks him but still takes the wasabi out and it’s… fuck, he’s such a loser. He often feels like he’s taking care of a child, but Izuku opens his mouth to say the most dirty thing ever with a casual smile, and Katsuki swallows the thought.
After the unfortunately brief lunch date, Katsuki goes home and enjoys some self-care. He likes to take a two-mile run around the city whenever he can; it’s important to keep training even off company time––and it’s patrolling. Izuku always tells him to be careful and not marry his job, but Katsuki reminds him of his descent into madness since becoming important in his workplace and, yeah, they’re both in deep. After running, he takes a pleasant shower, which compliments his vanilla scent because fucking yes, he wants Izuku begging for it tonight. Well, that depends on the day, and if his heat’s incoming.
If his heat’s due? The entire day collapses and reignites like a phoenix. Katsuki hates a lack of routine, and his heats are awfully unpredictable by nature, but Izuku drops everything to pick up the pieces, to keep the day going as normal. When his heat comes, Katsuki loses all his excitement in being a housewife and lets himself ogle at his alpha’s burly arms as he folds the hideous t-shirts, as he wipes bubbles off his face, sick of doing dishes, holding his tongue as his omega follows him around, watching his every move.
When the heat actually arrives, Katsuki lets go of adult responsibility, preps, and waits for Izuku to wake up; he can’t sleep during such arduous nights, and they both book the time off. Sometimes, the heat becomes so unbearable, Katsuki gingerly pulls the blanket off and strips his husband waist down to just…sit on his cock. That’s all. Or ride it while he’s drooling like a fool. Either or works, satiating Katsuki until Izuku stirs and really scolds Katsuki for the freaky attempt (but he likes it anyway).
Otherwise, Izuku absolutely must not touch the house. Even stepping into the kitchen for a bullshit chamomile tea doesn’t suffice. Katsuki cannot trust his mate to keep his clumsy hands to himself, and prefers to do all the work, anyway. Izuku incessantly begs for anything to do, especially on calmer days, but Katsuki denies. Alpha will sit down, relax, and Katsuki will handle it. In the early years of living together, Katsuki shoved this stupid omega thought down, but once he saw how Izuku mopped, he let it overwhelm him. Over time, being a housewife became Katsuki’s pride, and everyone knew from their scents just how well taken care of his alpha was.
Katsuki isn’t ashamed to admit that he seeks validation. What kind of omega would he be if he didn’t want his alpha’s attention? He relishes in Izuku’s lovesick glances, his tooth rotting prose, his stupid freckles, even when he hogs the blanket and wakes up from intense nightmares. His alpha is his world; the second most important person (besides himself, duh) in his life, and nothing will ever top the priority of making sure he has the most perfect life until death do them part. Funny, because Katsuki was not one for corny wedding vows.
In the evening, when Izuku’s home, dinner’s served and Katsuki’s free from hero paperwork, he has one last household task: to make sure Izuku validates his efforts. He gets ready for bed at ten o’clock sharp as the early bird he is, doing the boring stuff, handling some laundry, sorting them into their colour coded baskets, and finishing other chores he did not have time for during the day. Izuku, ever the insomniac, often stays up late, kissing Katsuki’s temple and wishing him goodnight, but recently, Katsuki has been nagging at him to get into the bed and “spoon me now or die”. He also isn’t ashamed to ask for affection, not after so many years of insecurity, not when he has died for his mate and lived again—all for him, defying the world’s most perilous villain and time itself––for him. So Izuku joins in with the bedtime skincare routine, because lord knows his acne infested face needs it, and his eczema has gotten worse.
Finally, they tuck into bed––Izuku keeps his glasses on, phone inches from his face, brightness up to the max as he responds to some emails, and Katsuki opts for a book; he doesn’t like social media much anyway, and watches Izuku from the corner of his eye. They coexist in a comfortable silence for approximately twenty minutes before Katsuki has enough; he puts his book away, snatches Izuku’s phone out of his scarred, massive (sexy) hand, and crosses his arms, waiting for the familiar words. Izuku is a little stupid, so sometimes he completely forgets, all his intelligence being used up in the day for his intense life, abandoning his perfect omega. In these times, Katsuki feels his omega wallow, but has learnt to ignore it, because Izuku is only human; he is human, and this routine they have is not perfect. They do not live in clouds, although Katsuki loves to dream.
Yet again, there is a 50/50 chance that Katsuki is going to explode Izuku’s face. Izuku will either smile a. awkwardly or b. sheepishly, both being applicable because he still acts like a flustered fourteen-year-old around his husband. Katsuki waits and waits.
On one particular June evening, Izuku melts Katsuki's heart.
“Kacchan,” he says, holding both his mate’s hands, staring into his red eyes with such devotion it makes Katsuki feel like he can rule the world. “You are so much to me. Everything. And you do so much for me. Every day, you put up with me, even when I annoy you, even when you’re having a hard day, even––” he chokes on a sob, and Katsuki’s grip tightens. “Even though I’m barely here, and it kills me––I want to be here, next to you, doing stupid chores with you, helping you around the house and I can’t. It kills me.”
Katsuki stills, but his heart beats with haste. He watches Izuku’s shoulders droop, tears soaking the mattress, eyebrows furrowing, hair pulled back with those stupid clips his students got him, and something about it is so juvenile it makes Katsuki’s entire soul ache. His alpha is crying. Has he upset him? No, silly omega, he says to himself. Izuku is a crybaby––he always has been, and he possesses emotions to the most physical degree, making everyone see them. Izuku has so many notebooks, but no pen or paper can satisfy his perpetual train of thought; nothing can withstand the grand quantity of emotion he holds in his lungs, the motions which he breathes in and out, for they are him, his fuel in life, what has kept him from suicide again and again. Katsuki knows––Izuku’s very grateful, and while the omega chooses actions, Izuku chooses words, and this is merely how they express their love, and it always works, but they both take on too much, tipping this scale, and Izuku feels guilt as much as he does gratitude, always stressing over things which are minute to Katsuki (like ironing his tie) when such topics are customary for Katsuki.
So Katsuki waits; like he waits for his phone to show two o’clock so he can get the fuck out of his sweaty suit and see his husband, waits for him again at five o’clock when he comes home, table already set, food still warm.
“I know you’re fine with it, and we’ve been doing this forever, and I suppose I am incredibly selfish, but––” Izuku takes a deep breath, lavender scent becoming bitter, so bitter even bees would not visit. Katsuki tries to calm him with his own scent and prays it works. “I need more. Of you, of being with you. I’m so sorry for bringing this up so late. You’re… so perfect, and gorgeous, and there is––ugh––no words to describe you, or the deep desire I feel for you. How did I get so blessed to be with the best omega in the world?” His body relaxes, and he moves his hands out of Katsuki’s grip, bringing them to the blonde’s face, holding his pale cheeks and giving him with that look again. The one Katsuki can never decipher. It’s like Izuku turns it on every night before bed, right before he gives Katsuki an essay about his talents and amazing housework, but it’s intense today, like a humongous candle flame, fierce and unwavering. Katsuki yearns for that flame––he wants to burn––even if he has spent his whole life burning and succumbing to dramatic explosions––he wants to burn.
“I am…” he begins, never the one who spoke; Izuku studied him and learnt his language when no one else had, so he never felt the need to, not even now, but this is important. “I am so fucking in love with you, shitty alpha. I hate washing your t-shirts, and I hate putting your shoes on the rack ‘cause you know I remind you every day and you never do it. I love you,” he says it again, clearing his throat, as Izuku wipes the tears away with his thumbs. “The best omega can only be with an alpha who knows how to treat him right. That’s you. Got it? D-Don’t spring this shit up on me again,” he stutters, closing his eyes, feeling Izuku’s wet lips softly press against his. This is not part of the routine––not that physical touch isn’t, because Katsuki’s clingy as fuck, but this sudden wave of emotion, elation, pride, yes, love, an absolutely thirst-quenching desire to become one with this man? Not part of what a normal day for Katsuki looks like.
Izuku leans back, curly lashes wet with joy, his scent becoming so overwhelming, Katsuki wants to drink it.
“Thank you, Kacchan.” He says in a hoarse voice, getting into bed properly, back against the headboard as Katsuki immediately lays flat, aiming for his lap. It’s an odd position, but Katsuki scowls in happiness. “My darling omega.”
Katsuki’s cock twitches at the praise, but he is too emotionally drained. He just lets Izuku’s happiness settle in his hair and closes his eyes, purring loudly, enjoying this intervention, appreciating the scarcity. He loves Izuku, but too many words, and he’s a goner.
Izuku understands this, like he understands Katsuki inside out, front to back, like an ancient text which has been shared for centuries, as if he were a holy book, a religion, a deity whom Izuku praised as if his life depended on it. He has memorised every action, every glare, every threatening hand, his blood, the way his scars change colour as the seasons pass. This life has been tumultuous, and it will continue to be––they are allowed to have this normalcy, to pretend they are ordinary people in this flat, this home, where the couch is always a mess of Pro Hero Deku blankets, where white t-shirts with stupid slogans hang on the drying rack.
This is a day in the life for Katsuki, and Izuku is in the centre, the centre of his world; he is the world. Katsuki’s world.
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hi kitten
it's been so long since we last spoke via asks that i have lost the original ask and now i have to come up with completely new content.
unfortunately the wear and tear of college decisions has taken its toll on me and i completely forgot that tumblr existed...
since i applied to the most applied to major in the entire world, the decisions process has not been good for me... it's been a whole lot of rejections and waitlists for me to be honest...
i even got waitlisted from my #1 school....
but anyways
i committed to a top 30 program with 16k aid per year so im not too mad!
ANDDDDD
it's tied for #1 dining hall in the country. I'M GONNA BE EATING GOOOOOOOOD
but other than college stuff, any potential romance stuff has been so dry.
my prom back up date got a real date so thats out the window now. and all the guys in my grade are brain dead and dont want to go for indians because they're STUPID.
literally i was gonna ask this one guy but his friend did some digging for me and found out he doesn't like brown girls.
I'M GOING TO KILL HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
literally it's so hard to find potential men these days.
college will be fantastic tho.
i'm going to find a buff tech bro with aspirations of making six figures in big tech. then i will work a corporate job until i'm 35. then, i will retire and force my husband to pay for our expensive vacations while my money is sitting in a bank in switzerland where i wont have to pay taxes on it.
then, in the middle of the night, once my children's college tuition is paid in full and they no longer need me, i will flee to switzerland. he will never see me again. i will legally marry a cardboard cutout. who is the cardboard cut out of you may be asking? it's customizable. each day, i can change the face if i so please.
it's 1:44AM and i'm exhausted. can u tell???
LMAO
i have spring break this week so i'm finally free from the clutches of the world. (temporarily)
SEE U ON THE FLIP SIDEEEE
HEYYY QUEEN
‘it's been so long since we last spoke via asks that i have lost the original ask and now i have to come up with completely new content’ — we talk so often (and on insta) that we can literally pick up from wherever 😭
‘since i applied to the most applied to major in the entire world, the decisions process has not been good for me... it's been a whole lot of rejections and waitlists for me to be honest...’ — AHHH NOO, it’s fine, i’m sure it’ll all work out for you in the end! i applied to do law at many large universities, and i’m currently sitting my exams and they are not going as well as i hoped they would, so if it makes you feel any better, we’ll both be facing disappointment 🌝
‘i committed to a top 30 program with 16k aid per year so im not too mad!’ — i’m not familiar with many of the american systems around this, but that sounds like a really good thing, so omg well done?? 🥳
‘it's tied for #1 dining hall in the country’ — now i’m jealous 😟 (enjoy the food 😭)
‘and all the guys in my grade are brain dead and dont want to go for indians because they're STUPID’ — indians are literally so gorgeous whattt? i saw the whole ‘great shift’ thing on tt and got so disgusted, like why are we only just realising how pretty indians are? 💀
‘it's 1:44AM and i'm exhausted. can u tell???’ — i actually cannot (bc i speak like you do on a daily so it’s a norm for me 😭).
‘i have spring break this week so i'm finally free from the clutches of the world. (temporarily)’ — well this ask was sent back a while ago, and since we’re in the same academic year group and you’re in america, i believe you’ve graduated by now?
SO HOORAY FOR THAT 🥳😫
i saw so many cool graduation vids of americans on tt. british schools don’t do that until we finish uni, so 😀
#i forgot to check the date of when this was sent#but i BELIEVE it was some time in april?#or was it may…?#idk 😭#but congrats on graduating queennnn#you’ve got brains and looks#that’s such a win#😫#i’ll be that in 3 years time (hopefully)#if i can even get into uni with my horrid grades (results day is gonna be DOOM IMPENDING)
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Riri, your papa is here
(Au: Omegaverse. Miles and Hobie went through a break up before having their first child)
Hobie got up the steps knowing that he's late, he knows he needs to come on time. He knows it. Work had held him up, so now he has to find a way to schedule his work hours with his schedule for his child. With a simple knock at the door, the door quickly spun open revealing his ex-partner.
Miles stood with one hand on his hip with a disapproval frown on his face, those big doe like eyes still get Hobie's heart going even after all these years. "You're late."
"I know. I know. Work held me back... Umm, where's Riri?" He finally asked, he didn't want to talk about his tardiness.
"Hobie, we agreed on this schedule because you said it works for you." Miles said in a serious tone, then sighs, "Look I get your trying to make a good living, but talk to your boss about your hours because I'm not-" Hobie quickly cut him off, "I know. I will. Just work being busy. Now, where's my-" Then Miles' bubbly husband came by the doorway, "Is that Hobie?"
"Yes, bae. It's Hobie." Miles said to his Alpha.
A buff Indian American Alpha with a thick clean cut beard pop behind his Omega with a big smile on his face, "Hobie, my dude! What is up!"
"Hey, Pav." Hobie gave him a simple hello, it's not like they're close friends. Pavitr always been a friendly person.
"Hahaha, so you're late, do you know that? Riri is waiting for you in the living room." This time Pavitr's said in a semi-bubbly tone with a bit of serious expression. "You know, you can't be late. I don't care if you're late or not, because I get to spend time with my little princess, but this is more important to Riri than me and Miles."
"I know! I know! Look, I'm trying. I'll talk to my boss, anyway can I have my kid?" He really wants to get out of there.
Miles sighs, "Riri, papa is here!"
"Alright!" Riri a four year old girl that has both resemblance of her parents, she happily carried a Disney Princess backpack filled with her fun activities for the weekend. Her hair in a beautiful bread with colorful pink beads, and cute princess shirt with mint pants and light up shoes. Her heterochromia eyes gleams, "Hi, papa!" She rushes over to hug him.
"Hey, lovely. Come here and give your papa a hug." He picks her up to kiss her forehead, "You been good?"
"Yeah, daddy and appa said we'll go to Disney World for the summer if I'm super good at daycare!" She happily said.
"Oh, is that right?" The punker glances at Miles, he didn't know about that nor did he agree his daughter going on a trip. What about his custody to her?
Miles crosses his arms, "We're talking about it, Hobs."
"Yeah, don't worry, bud. You're welcome to come, bring your wife too!" Pavitr happily said, "and ya'll son, Manny."
"Easy, bae. We were just talking about it." Miles pointed out.
Riri frowns, "But you guys promise me, I wanna go to Disney world!"
"We'll talk about it later, love." Hobie said, "Right now, you'll enjoy the weeknd with me, and Mindy and your little brother Manny."
"Manny just sleep, poo and eat." Riri tilted her head being confused, she only watches the baby being snug with his mom.
"Because he's a baby, lovely." Hobie said to his kid.
"I guess." She had that Hobie Brown honesty. "He just lays there and fart."
Pavitr giggles, "Princess, don't be mean. He's your little brother. You need to be a big sister to him."
"Hehe, okay appa." Riri kisses her stepdad on the cheek giving him a hug.
Miles smiles at the two before turning to find his ex-boyfriend rolling his eyes at Pavitr. This pissed the twenty nine year old because not many Alphas would want to be with a 'touched' Omega, especially one with a strong Alpha descendants. Pavitr being the most sweetest understanding Alpha had love Riri like it was his own. So seeing his ex-boyfriend disapproval his husband is pissing him off.
"Anyway, we'll best be going. Say goodbye, lovely." Hobie said.
"Bye bye daddy, appa!" She waves at them.
"Bye, mi vida." Miles went to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Be good to mama Mindy and your little brother."
"Okay!" Riri nodded.
Hobie began walking off having his daughter in his arms, they headed to the bus. The ride to his place wasn't far, only about twenty minutes depending on traffic. Always that fucking New York traffic.
When he got home, his wife, Mindy already gave a bottle to their son Manny. The baby burps before sitting on the couch with a baby pillow to support his back while watching Sesame Streets.
Mindy turns to find her husband coming in, "Hello, Riri. How's it going, sweetie?"
"Good. A bit exhausting." Her dad set her down so she can start putting her jacket and boots away. It was a semi-cold day, with a bit of breeze.
Hobie chuckles, "I'm the one that carry you most of the way."
"But I have to sit on the bus, papa." She giggles being in her casual outfit and rushes with her backpack to the living room, "Hi, Manny!"
Manny looks at her then made grunting sounds. "Is he pooping?" She asked.
Mindy giggles, "Maybe. He just had his lunch." She went over to pick up her son, "Oh who's a stinky baby? You are. You are." Her Omega scent smelled like gentle sweetness of milk and honey. It's a scent Hobie loves from his wife. Sadly, and he would never tell her the real reason why he loves her scent, because it reminds him so much of his ex-partner.
Even though the two ended on a terrible note, he still cares about him, love him still. Their relationship was never on a good time, it always felt like wrong place, wrong timing, nothing seems to go their way. Now, all it's left of them is being coparents to their daughter.
Hobie knew he shouldn't think too much of the past, he knows part of their failed relationship was him not being ready to commit when they needed to. One biggest hint is Riri, when Miles got pregnant, the punker didn't want a baby or the marriage life. His band at the time was being popular, slowly starting up.
Miles wanted them to be serious, which was too fast at the time. Not to mention, they were on and off from a previous fight about so many things.
In the end, Hobie and his band didn't get famous in the way they hope, thus the end of being a rockstar. And the break up with Miles, too. So, he's a producer making music for anyone, that's how he met Mindy with her beautiful gospel voice.
When Riri was born, Hobie came to see her and fallen for her. Miles had hope for him to commit, but he couldn't forgive Miles for saying petty shit from their break up. It was best to leave it as it is. Petty fights, petty custody battles were filled with hurt and pain from their break up.
He wanted to break up....
The punker wanted to wait or express his freedom a bit more. Somehow they were able to maintain their feelings at bay, slowly being more friends for their daughter.
Riri began coloring as she watches Sesame Streets, "Papa, daddy doesn't like you, huh?"
"What makes you say that?" Hobie asked.
"I dunno. You two always look at each other weird... like mad."
"Nah, it's just sometimes papa isn't following what daddy says and it's my fault."
"Did you love daddy before?"
"One point I was, but we're good friends." He arched his eyebrows, "Why did ya ask?"
"I dunno. it's hard to believe since mama Mindy is so sweet and you love her a lot. You hold her hand, kiss her cheek- and with daddy, you two fight a lot."
"Yeah, we always did." Hobie sat on the couch, "Believe it or not, we never fought like that."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we use to sing, dance, have fun. Now, your daddy is all about being mean and strict rules. Don't tell him, I said that."
"I won't." She giggles.
"Did you ever wish for us-" Riri shook her head, "Nope. You two always look sad together and that makes me sad. I like it when you two are happy."
"I see." Even his baby girl sees that the two weren't meant to be. They weren't off on a good note. "Well, one thing we know is that me and your daddy love you so much. We'll always try to make you happy."
"Hehe, I love you, too, papa."
Normally the weekend is Riri enjoying fun times with her papa like going to the park with the family, eating pizza, and watch movies. Sometimes they play fashion outfits or she's in her own world talking to Manny. The baby boy can only listen to Riri's stories about Spider-man or barbies.
When she return home, she saw her daddy waiting out the door of their home with one hand on his hip. Miles welcomes her back.
"How was it, honey?" Miles asked.
"Good. Super fun. Manny gets scared of his own farts." She giggles.
"Haha, that is funny." Miles let his daughter go off to her room with her things. "And I need to talk to you." He said to his ex-partner.
"Oh yeah? What am I getting blamed for this time?" The punker sarcastically asked with a snort.
His ex glares at him, they step outside of the front door, Miles shut it. "Why are you always pissed off at me?"
"What?"
"You got annoyed with Pav for being sweet to Ri!"
"Pfft, be for real, Miles. That was Friday! Let it go."
"No, because you always get annoyed with my husband! I never treat Mindy that way."
"Okay, you wanna know why, so bad?" Hobie threw his hands in the air, "You and him are making plans without telling me. Disney World? Over the summer? I wanted to take her to London to know where I come from and you basically run that mouth off saying no, she's too young or she's not ready or you don't think I'm responsible."
"This is Disneyland, and we were just talking about it."
"No! Don't give that shit. Pav basically made a promise with Ri so now ya'll obligated to do it."
"Look, Pav was trying to teach her that being-" Hobie cut him off, "No, don't give me that. It's always something so innocent but when I pull the same shit, you bitch at me."
"Excuse me," Miles scowls, "What da fuck you think your talking to? You better tone that mouth of yours, you asshole."
"Admit it, Miles. You hate I'm being your baby daddy. Your other have full custody of her."
"No! I know, you never been a responsible man! You always run off. I don't trust you taking her to London!"
"It'll be me with my wife and son!" In the fact moment Miles gave a look of anger flash in him, it seems like he was jealous almost disbelief to find Hobie married with a child. It's true, how can the punker be so quick to marry Mindy when he denies marriage with him.
"Maybe I do, but I know you ain't shit."
"Oh fuck off. I'm telling you now, Miles. You and Pav better not take her to Disney World until you let me take her to London. You can go low, I can go lower."
"You really going to upset her, because I said no to London?"
"You always hated that I'm here. I care about my daughter, and want to give her trips."
Miles inhale sharply, "You don't respect me or Riri's time. You were supposed to pick her up on a certain but you're always late. You never taken her to the doctor, or changed her diaper-"
Hobie looks at his ex in disbelief, "Because you deny me access to my own kid, because you wanted to be petty. I was there when she was born and you still buggin'. Man, fuck this. I'ma talk to my lawyer about minimal contact from you when I pick Riri up."
"Ugh, fine. Do it." Miles fumes seeing his ex-partner walking off. The twenty nine year old went back in his house being upset. "Shit." He sighs. Why do they always fight so much? He just wanted Hobie to respect Pavitr.
Riri came by to find Miles wiping his own tears, "You okay, daddy?"
"Yes, baby. I'm fine. Just mad at your papa, right now."
"Oh, nothing new then." She began walking off to get her sippy cup from the fridge.
Miles gave a small chuckle, "Heh, yeah. Same ole' same ole..." He knows this isn't healthy for his daughter to see, yet she seems to be unbothered by it. She is exactly like Hobie, her attitude towards everything is very chill and her bluntness had a certain humor to it. "So, how was Mindy?"
"Good. She and papa were singing a pretty song and Manny tries to sing, too." Riri sips her sippy cup. "Daddy, why you don't like papa?"
"What? what makes you say that, sweetheart?" Miles stood awkwardly almost in shock with his baby.
"Well... you guys always fight and I asked papa why, too."
"What did he say?" He arched his eyebrows.
"He said it wasn't always like that... he said he did love you."
Miles' bites his bottom lip, "He did?"
"Yeah. I thought it was weird because you two always fight."
"I'm sorry, honey. I know we shouldn't fight. Me and papa have a lot of stuff we still haven't got over." Miles kneel down to hug his daughter, "You know, we love you so much, right?"
"I know."
"And what me and papa had... was nice for a bit. I did love him, too. We weren't compatible."
"What's compatible?"
"It's like two jigsaw puzzle that doesn't fit together. You can force it but it would never fit perfectly. That's me and your papa."
"Ohhh." She said.
"I'll try to be nicer for you. I don't want you to see us fight or get any ideas about me hating your father." Miles did love Hobie, maybe that's why he's so mad with him. So many things he wanted from his ex-boyfriend that never happened. In the end, he end up doing all the things he wanted from to someone else. To another Omega, and that hurt him like an old wound being ripped open.
Now, Miles have to admit he did rush things too fast or expect his ex to be a traditional Alpha too fast. When he got pregnant with Riri, he gave Hobie an Ultimatum which never works out. So much anger, so many petty revenge to hurt Hobie... was it worth it in the end?
Now, they're two exhausted grown men trying to coparent their daughter. Their beautiful perfect daughter, Miles has no regrets to wanting her. He will never apologize for that. He's pretty happy to have a child with his ex-boyfriend, it's at least their Riri is a good outcome from their broken relationship.
"Okay, daddy. Can I got play with my dolls, now?"
"Sure, sweeter. Go and plat." He watches his baby girl running to the living room to play. This time he took out his smartphone to text Hobie, taking a moment to think about what to say.
Miles: Hey, you can take her to London, but I'ma need to know everything like time, dates, places and who's going...
-few seconds-
Miles: Sorry for being mad at you, but understand that Pavitr makes me and Riri happy.
Hobie: I understand.
Hobie: Thanks
Hobie: I'm sorry for saying shit... I think we need to go to therapy, I don't want to say the wrong shit and hurt you and Ri.
Miles: Same. We need to make this work without the fights.
Hobie: I agree.
Miles nodded at this. "This is a good start."
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The court of darkness tag is looking lonely. Who’s your favorite consort and why?
I'm indecisive😶
I feel like this is common knowledge but I'm so deeply in love with Tino
kaytino is so real
He makes me so fuzzy inside🥰🥰
Tino is just such good soul, it genuinely hard to hate him like if you don't like Tino I don't trust you, im not talking hes just not your taste cus we all like different flavors no like if you genuinely dislike the man just say you hate green flags🙄✋🏽
Tinos just so considerate and accommodating and he has to be cus he deals with Lynt everyday who most notably takes life at his own pace but hes also so incredibly kind with these qualities to back him up
Tinos truely a nurturer at heart and takes great pride in taking care of the people he cares about but hes also a person you can really put your trust in an relax around, you wanna take care of him as much as he wants to take care of you
I think also because hes a person you can really trust is why I wanna fuck him so bad--
NO CUS--
Tino would never hurt me, not intentionally anyway plus Tinos a fucking freak in the sheets I would genuinely let him do whatever he wants to me
And Tino usually nervous and unsure of himself so when he takes control I'm like😳✨✨✨
I need him carnally
Baby girls can also be Daddys🙄✋🏽
Another obvious one but I love love love Rio, hes my man
My man my man my man
Hes so friends to lovers coded and I love me some friends to lovers
Hes so sweet and nice but also so open minded and sure of himself
Hes also a foodie, you cant go wrong with a boy that keeps you fed
Sometimes I feel like we go a little bit far with the whole him being oblivious thing cus hes not fully oblivious, at least to the definition of oblivious like yeah I love my himbo king and I love them when they're a little bit stupid but hes not child, I'd be more concerned with him not understanding the basic mechanics of sex as a grown adult then him just not getting the jist of certain things or cues the first time around
Sometimes it's funny, hilarious even but I digress
I feel like I've said this a bunch of times already but Rio just gives off this nostalgic feeling of new experiences almost like young love but not
Its like a growing feeling, like a love that can only get deeper with age, a love that started from nothing but a seedling into a well nurtured flower
Not just growing but growing together, figuring it out, helping eachother
Hes also so gentle like Rios 6'2 and buff, he knows his strength and doesn't wanna hurt you
My gentle giant♡
I would sit on his

That too anyway--
I would sit on his back while he does push up
And I'd praise him saying hes so strong
I'd be like Rio you're so strong☺️☺️
and hed be like thank you sunbeam and flex his biceps for me♡
Rios also good with kids
Rio would make an amazing father

I would know
Anyway
I also wanna fuck
Rios sexy yall
And hes also a person you can really trust like Rios not the type of person to betray someone trust if anything I think Rio would treat other people's trust as a gift and holds it with pride
In others words if he wanted me to do a split on it IMMA DO A SPLIT ON IT‼ 🤸🏽♀️🤸🏽♀️
Anyway lastly Lance
My husband
Need it say more I love Lance with all my heart

Its pretty much all here
I love his mind and the way he thinks, I feel like Lance doesn't think hes a good person but in his heart he is, perhaps he doesn't follow the rules all the and talks back but his moral compass has never been wrong
Listen when I say I like bad boys I don't mean the leather jacket motorcycle vandalism type, I mean, would overthrow the government if he had the chance, questions authority and would break the law for a person in need
The leather jacket and motorcycle stuff is a plus tho--
Lance's worldview comes largely from the fact that he spent a good portion of his childhood raised by his mother living out of a beat up tent in the desert and really poor, he was apart of the resistance before he found out he was the son of the king and even then hid the fact that he was a prince from the resistance so he can still help them
Something I really like about Lance is his unexpected kindness, lance is mean, hes rude, he has impenetrable walls built up around himself but hes also respectful to those that deserve respect, and theres not one time where he sees someone that needs help and doesn't do it
He likes animals and animals like him too, children like him, I'm sure old people like him aswell
He kinda reminds me of Ryoji Ryukai from bad boys do it better but with less teenage angst lol and a little less of a tsundere
Also I wanna try Lance's smokes🤭🤭
Irian cigars👀👀
What's their weed like
You're telling me the smoke is purple⁉️⁉️
Lance dosen't smoke much after getting with MC which is understandable however I wanna try it like
I happen to be an enjoyer of oui'd
We can exchange 💨💨
You hit my dap I'll hit your pipe we give each other feedback
I'm talking as if I'm a stoner guys I swear I'm not
Don't do drugs kids😠☝🏽
Anyway
Me and Lance are actually pretty similar in the way we operate and carry ourselves
Very independent and like our own space but a good listener and open minded, opinionated but susceptible to change.
Something I really like about Lance and Mc is that MC is the yapper and Lance is the listener, and I think that's really beautiful I think every yapper needs their listeners and it's cute cus even if he may look uninterested he really is hanging on to every word she says♡
I wanna be his listener♡
I know lance doesn't express himself as much but I know he also has things to say and I wanna be the one to listen to him
Maybe he doesn't have much to say I'll still ask him how his day went♡ I'm interested in you baby, I like to hear your voice♡
I also Lance's I love voice, like every time I hear it I'm like😩😩
I hear on the title screen and I'm done for😵💫
No cus all hes saying is 'Makai Ouji to miwaku no nightmare' but his voice us so deep and sexy I want him
Lance's voice actor really deserves that raise, they feeding the girlies good😌
I also wanna fuck him
Like
Lance is in fact the hottest character in this game I'm sorry I had to tell the truth
If I was to rank the characters on attractiveness I would in fact put Lance at the top yes I would
Cus lance is so fineee
I wanna oil him up and throw him on the bed😩
Or the other way around👀
Either or👀
Lance has never disappointed in an epilogue that's my man right there
Freak in the fucking sheets
It started with his mischief ending.
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SILENT HILL (2006) REWATCH
It has its good parts but it is also overall not very good. It is fun for what it is and worth watching at least once or twice in my case. Glad they made a movie of this amazing game franchise but wish they did a better job with it I guess we will have to see about the sequel...
⭐⭐⭐.5
Trigger warning bug like creatures, barbed wire assault
Our film starts out with screaming and running (we love a hectic beginning). Our little girl named Sharon has night terrors about a place called Silent Hill so her adoptive mother decides to take her there against her adoptive fathers will. The girls get into the worst fake car accident I've ever seen. Just a thud and the mom, Rose, is out cold. She wakes up and we are now in the fog and fallen ash that is indicative of Silent Hill and Sharon is nowhere to be seen. The first creatures Rose encounters are these little goblin children who are burning from the inside out, and oh, these things were a special kind of Hell. She tries to leave but there is a literal cliff edge on the end of town (talk about your video games with invisible walls). Silent Hill is closed down due to the coal fire still burning underground, the fumes would kill you (the online websites failed to mention that), this is all what the husband Chris finds out back in town. Though none of it matters because Rose needs to stay to find Sharon.
There is trouble with law enforcement so Rose is getting arrested in Silent Hill which is Goddamn hilarious when you think about it. Rose is handcuffed which is not great for her. Now, back in the real world Chris is looking for them and the police have found the empty car and know they are missing along with a deputy, what they don't know is that the folks they are looking for are right under their noses just in a different dimension kinda thing. Silent Hill, baby! Where sinners go to repent! They just don't know it yet! The cop tries to take Rose away but the road crumbles into another cliff. Shocked, the officer still refuses to remove Rose's cuffs. Then something terrifying that resembles a human being crossed with a straight jacket that spits acid comes around and Rose uses that distraction as an opportunity to run. She is still cuffed though so that sucks.
The alarm goes off and suddenly the decayed world around her finds a way to become even more decayed, like flesh peeling off the walls, it is pretty gross but also very obvious CGI. Rose has to run to get away from her violently changing environment and we finally meet the infamous Pyramid Head who is a buff, sword-swinging, delight. (Also, Chris can feel her even though he isn't on the same plane as her.) The cop comes and saves Rose, now the girls are in it together which is good because Pyramid Head is still there fucking with them and making things worse. He nearly knifes them with his big-ass knife and his little creepy crawlers are all around. He leaves for no apparent reason other than luck for the girls and Rose lies to the cop telling her that everything is going to be okay. They follow Sharon's clues from the school to the hotel then to the church.
Pyramid head appears again not much later and rips the skin off of a lady which was gnarly and awesome but somehow it makes the church super suspicious of Rose and the cop (yeah, like it's their fault). “I will pray for you, Rose, but I won't expect you and your friend to return. Bye. 👋” Also our cop friend's name is Cybil, not sure how I missed that. We love Cybil. Anyway, Cybil totally saves Rose's ass again because the church fanatics were gonna kill her but then Cybil gets her ass kicked in a big way. Rose makes it down to the basement to do her big basement quest and she meets up with the nurses who look so spooky and hot because that is the whole point of the nurses, they were made like that because the main bad bitch envied the beauty of her nurses but never got to know them, it's part of why they don't even get to have a faces. God, I love Silent Hill lore. Anyway, Rose barely escapes the nurses after having to crawl under them, it got intense but it was really cool.
So, the story of the little girl and who-birthed-who was a little convoluted but basically the little girl who everyone decided was a witch and burned became a witch because she was vulnerable to possession after being burned up badly. Now Sharon is at risk of possession because she is related to the original witch somehow. Then we have Cybil burning above the fire which was brutal and awful. What a way to go. Finally Rose arrives and brings with her “the darkness” which is really sort of the light, the main bad bitch destroys the church and those who had hurt her in the first place. Then she allows Rose and Sharon to leave the location but not Silent Hill, if you catch my drift. Rose is making her way home but they are still in the Silent Hill dimension, what with the fog and the ash. Chris waits for them on the correct side of things and can sense Rose is near but cannot see her. Credits.
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This isn't a request, but what inspired your Ocs into existence? Mine was that I wanted more people in Rocky's corner! So, I gave him a mom friend named Sadie Churchill or also known as Lucille Grace. She's known as the sweet motherly and unsuspected cleaning lady at the little Daisy Cafe/Lackadaisy, the unknown Siren Killer to the law and the crazy witch from a coven, killing all the people that were involved in the murder of her husband and baby to her victims. Along side an angry spirit known as a Wraith with a common enemy as her. Then, there's also the significant other to Rocky! Clarity Sable, Sedgewick's niece. Who is also a part of the same coven as Sadie. No, Sedgewick doesn't know about this. All he knows is that his niece was sent to live with him at 13 for reasons and she's 20 now.
That's so cool! I'll be explaining below. It's very long, whoops.
For me, it was mostly for fun? And then I got really into it. The girlfriends I mentioned before, Lavinia and Yvaine, are just my oc's as Lackadaisy characters. And then I kind of just had this thought of 'Rocky doesn't have any parental figures...Might as well make Lavinia and Yvaine his parents lmao'. I thought it was funny.
The twin's were really just an excuse to have more doctor characters. I have names for them now! They are of Japanese origin, Rin and Minoru, and because they moved to the U.S. at a young age they had to change them. Wren, was close enough to Rin, and Moreno, close enough to Minoru. They also had this little sister on her way, their mother was 3 months pregnant with her at the time. Originally before they moved her name was going to be Emiko, it then changed to Emily shortly after.
Wren was in training to become a nurse back in WW2 and when she came back home she was rather...prickly. She died due to being involved with a deal gone wrong with a gang and Moreno was left to take her place, quite literally. Since then Moreno had to study extensively about medical practices to really impersonate her. Grief was what motivated him. Atlas May found him and later employed him.
Then comes around my fifth character. He's Russian and officially named Anastasiy Baladin. He was originally going to be a buff lady. Not much going on with him except he was basically disowned by his family shortly after an incident. He has this really large scar that runs up and down his spine widening at the center of his back. Like the shape of a diamond. I was going to push him to be Rocky's love interest because I thought it would funny if Rocky fell for someone tall and intimidating lmaooo
I think I'm going for it anyway because I still think it would be funny.
#lumin ruminates#i think that's all i have for these characters as of now#so sorry for infodumping lmao#my bad#most decisions i make is mostly because i thought it would be funny#it's just the one question i ask myself#'but will it be funny?'#the answer is often yes lmao#lumin's oc's
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10. Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon
Owned: No, library Page count: 863 My summary: Claire Randall was not expecting much adventure from her honeymoon to Scotland. It's 1946, and the country is still healing from the trauma of the Second World War - Claire and her husband were looking forward to a quiet time away in the country. But when Claire stumbles into a set of standing stones, she finds herself in far over her head. She's fallen back in time, back to 1743, and her husband's great-great-great grandfather has his eyes on her. But Claire has bigger problems. Will she ever get back to her home time? And, given her growing attachment to the young Jacobite she met in the 18th century, will she want to? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:
Well. This is. Not something I expected to find myself reading, I'm not going to lie. I'm gonna straight-up admit that this is due to prejudice on my part - this series is the kind of thing that I associate with middle-aged women, and I don't generally read middle-aged women fiction. But I gave this a shot. It's a romance, which isn't usually my genre, but it's also historical and political and wider than singly the romance story, which is why I wanted to give it a shot. To be clear, there's nothing wrong with romance inherently, I'm just not into it as a genre, so I'm not necessarily gonna enjoy romance if there's nothing else that's in it for me there. Anyway. All of this to say, I enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I was going to, and I'm a little salty about it.
(Warning for talk of rape and sexual assault under the cut.)
As you can tell from the page count, this book's huge, so I'm not gonna talk about every aspect - just a few that jumped out at me. So let's talk about our main characters! Claire and Jamie, a 1940s nurse and a 1740s Jacobite. They're so endearing. Claire is full of personality - she's hotheaded, she's stubborn, she's got a lot of contradictions and flaws, and she's intensely competent. Despite coming from nearly 200 years in the future, she's never really patronising or demeaning towards the people she finds in the past, which is nice - particularly as the narrative also treats them as full people with intelligence as well. Jamie, on the other hand...damn, this is my sorta character. A big strong long-haired history boy with a tragic backstory? Like, I know that Jamie's characterisation is largely there to be appealing to the presumed-straight-woman reader (he's buff, respects Claire, has a tragic backstory and constantly needs healing, etc) but it also falls into my camp of My Favourite Little Woobie. Helps that he's also funny, sweet, and sensitive when need be. He's got depths beyond his character outline, and I like that.
In a historical novel, I'm always looking for how the narrative relates to historicity, and this holds up pretty well. I don't know much about the Jacobite uprisings, but the events presented here are at least plausible to me. Similarly, I don't know much about the intricacies of Scottish politics and Lairds, but as presented here it seemed fine. There's a witch hunt about 20 years too late, but Gabaldon straight-up admits that in the author's note at the back, so like, I can look past that if it's an active Choice. One thing that impressed me was that the characters had historically-plausible attitudes, like misogyny or thinking that smacking kids is okay, and that's dealt with as a part of the narrative. Claire doesn't agree, and after Jamie hits her for disobeying him, she gives him an ultimatum - don't hit her again, or she walks. And he swears to never hit her again. We also see him explain his history with the concept and his point of view, and while I don't agree with him, I can totally see where he's coming from, particularly in the historical setting where he lives.
And it's subtly pointed out that people in the past weren't idiots. While Claire is bringing 20th century nursing techniques to the table, most of the 18th century characters are shown to have reasonably sensible attitudes to medicine. Sure, Jamie carries around a dried mole's paw in his sporran to ward against rheumatism, but also the healers Claire encounters are using herbs to heal in the same way she is, and know how to dress and treat wounds. There's a lot of violence, but there's a lot of complex politics underlying that violence. Things are complicated, and I very much appreciated that.
The final thing I want to talk about is how this book relates to sexuality. First of all, I genuinely enjoyed how horny Claire was! As someone who's sex repulsed, the sex scenes in this book weren't gonna appeal to me in the way that the author intended, which is fine. But it was pretty cool to see Claire actively enjoying sex, both with Frank and with Jamie, and having an active sexuality. And also, there's a lot of emotions underpinning the sex and sexuality - Claire doesn't choose Jamie because he's hot, she's emotionally attached to him too, which is nice. Similarly, I liked that Jamie is a lot less sexually experienced than Claire, particularly as Claire is a more modern woman. He's not exactly a blushing virgin, but he's inexperienced, and that's interesting to see from such a masculine male character. After all, pop culture will tell us that manly men fuck constantly and often, so it's nice that Jamie is a manly man who hasn't really fucked before.
The secondary element to this, however, is how the book uses rape and sexual assault. Claire is under threat of rape a lot, and some of it felt gratuitous - it seems that men are threatened with death and women are threatened with rape, which is gendered in a way I didn't like so much? On the other hand, there's Jamie. At the end of the book, Jamie is jailed by Randall, and Randall rapes him. Like with his earlier virginity, Jamie isn't treated by the narrative as though he's emasculated by this, his trauma is related to just being a rape (and torture) survivor. On the other hand, it's uncomfortable how the explicitly gay or mlm men in this story are characterised as being rapists and assaulters, particularly of younger men. It would have been a lot harder to be a gay man in this time period, but that doesn't mean that every gay man sexually assaults younger men. I don't think the rape in this book is by necessity inherently badly portrayed, but I didn't particularly like the overabundance of it here.
Next up - we're back to the Andes, for yet another trip into the world of survival cannibalism.
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