#Dia ( answers )

[iapislazuli]

We Just Dont Know...

[weaponizedducks]

thanks to your recommendations I watched X-Men first class and @.@ I 100% get the parallels now

granted it's the first X-Men film I've watched (I'm sorry for being so uncultured 😔/j), but I felt like they handled Erik's character weirdly?? he changed so quickly during that final confrontation, it felt inconsistent with the rest of the film

otherwise though? FANTASTIC cinema. really strong direction, good camera shots, also fantastic casting imo

it's literally just erik that my mind is stuck on. maybe I'm drawing him too closely to Dax?? of all people? not even spook or mia or olu? anyway. just wanted to say thanks for the rec!

OMG YAYYY IM SO GLAD U ENJOYED IT. x men is my roman empire rn im actually never getting over it. my history teacher mentioned the cuban missile crisis today and my mind immediately jumped to xmfc. im so cooked

ur so real for getting fixated on erik. that little gay magnet man rotates in my brain 24/7 like a rotisserie chicken. i've never noticed him changing in the confrontation scene, but a fresh perspective always sees new things so im absolutley gonna go back and rewatch with this in mind

i do see the similarities with dax and erik- perhaps dax is an erik who had let go of his anger? erik if he stayed with charles, or met him younger (who would his charles be in this case do we think?)

[tevanbuckley]

i mean i don't know what that reply is, 'eddie is so gay-coded that it's actually new and fresh to make him straight'... i guess

me: i also personally think eddie is gay, i just get why creatively the show went with a bi!buck storyline and between the two i think his is a more unique take compared to traditional coming out arcs.

you: *whatever the fuck this is*

[diathadevil]

i love your art so much. you deserve 100 billion trillion quadrillion more followers

Oh now that's a lot of followers................... I think I'd more than shit myself if a quadrillion people in this expanding universe watched me.

(Thank you though Anon that's very sweet of ya ❤️)

[diamondphantom-art]

GASP I love Dia’s design!! I’m curious, what would her battle quotes be? Intro, victory, defeat, her Pokemon landing a super effective hit, her Pokemon taking a super effective hit, Pokemon on low HP, Pokemon fainting, low HP victory, stuff like that?

Aaaaaa Ty 😭😭💕💕 I haven’t thought about taglines for Dia since battle revolution LOL I wonder if I still have my old save file…

Her taglines are pretty basic but I think they fit xD

Intro:

“It’s nice to meet you, my name is Dia! I used to travel a lot as a trainer, and even certified as champion rank! Nowadays, I mostly teach and do research, but don’t think for a moment that it has dulled our battle instincts!”

Victory:

“That was a great battle! With a little more practice and training, I’m sure you can beat me next time!”

Low HP Victory:

“Wow, that was a close call! You put up a good fight, great job!”

Defeat:

“Wow, that was awesome! You and your Pokémon have really strong bonds—I learned a lot from battling with you!”

Landing a super effective hit:

“Type matchups are part of the basics—make sure you’re careful with your Pokémon’s type and move choices!”

Opponent landing a super effective move:

“Great hit! Looks like you know your type matchups!”

Landing a critical hit:

“Great job [Pokemon]! Gotta keep an eye on the flow of the battle to find just the right time to strike!”

Opponent landing a critical hit:

“Great hit! You found just the right moment to strike!”

Low HP:

“Are you alright, [Pokemon]? That was a powerful attack!”

Fainted Pokemon:

“You did great [Pokemon]! Get some good rest~”

Mega Evolution:

“Our bonds unite us to bring forth power beyond our limits—Mega Evolution!”

[pearlymel]

Hiii!!

Love your work!! If you’re available, could you please write hc’s of Jing Yuan, Natasha, Kafka, Boothill, Jiaoqiu (OOC is fine!!), Sampo, Gallagher, March 7th, and/or Serval with a reader with low blood sugar? Huge self-indulgent comfort ask, but it might resonate with a lot of other people!

My DM’s are open if you ever would like to learn some major symptoms of blood sugar drops. You absolutely do not have to do all of these characters, just giving you some ideas! Have a wonderful day/night!! ☺️💕

Synopsis: headcanons of the hsr character and reader with a low blood sugar.

Includes: Boothill, Jiaoqiu (might be ooc), Jing yuan, Gallagher, and March 7th.

Notes: i didn't add all of them because i usually write up to 5 characters or so (gonna create my rules sometime this week). But thank you for the request, lovey! I had so much fun writing this, i love writing and exploring new things :) i hope it was to your expectations, and sorry if the symptoms were inaccurate (google was my help i was too shy to dm.)

↳ BOOTHILL.

—we all should agree that this man is a caring lover, although i see him as the type to forget that you're not like him. You're not metal and scraps like him, and that you're a human being who needs a lil extra care.

—he doesn't think much of it when you first tell him that you tend to have low blood sugar, he even asks random strangers at bars he goes to about this sickness.

Boothill loves all types of fun to do with you, and tonight, you suggested you both dance.

Seeing the hint of a smile gracing your lips when you try hiding it by pressing your face on shoulder, Boothill grins. And he makes no attempt to hide his delight, he tightens his grip on your frame, holding you carefully but firmly against his chest.

"Well now, ain't I a lucky devil," he drawls, the evident sarcasm was in his tone, "Looks like I'm gettin' the chance to dance with a lovely person who shares my love for tryin' new things. I must be doin' somethin' right."

Silly, you think. "You were simply just you. And i love being with you."

Boothill grins, his eyes softening at the edges as he gazes down at you.

"Well now, ain't that a sweet thing to say," he replies, his voice gruff yet affectionate. "I ain't used to hearin' such sweet talk, to be honest." He pauses for a beat, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

"But hearin' it from you, it's nice," he continued before pulling you a bit closer against him.

You laugh along with him, bringing your hand to brush your fingertips along his hair, your other hand over the metallic surface of his chest before you slow your movements, you feel dizzy. No, it's not from how much you both were spinning, you both were going slow and careful.

It doesn't go unnoticed by him with the shift in your demeanor, a subtle change in your movements that indicates something is amiss.

"You okay there, darlin'?" he asks, his brow furrowing as he looks down at you. He can feel something amiss with you physically.

"Lightheaded." You mumble, holding onto him. "You... You have uhm.. anything sweet i can take?" He gives you a nod, "Reach into my pocket, I'm sure there's a candy sitting there," he explains, guiding your hand to his pocket, taking it calmly.

You give him a small smile when you reach for his side pocket to grab the singular wrapped candy.

Your fingers fumbles with the wrapper before you pop it in your mouth, sucking on the strawberry flavoured candy while resting your cheek on his shoulder.

"Doin' a little better there?"

"Yeah, thanks my hero."

"Don't you go gettin' all sweet on me now," he mutters with that of gruffness, though he smiles. "You're the one who's supposed to keep me from goin' all soft."

↳ GALLAGHER.

—Oh he's ready 24/7 whenever the situation calls for it. He takes this very seriously and will make sure no funny jokes were made about it, because they're certainly not funny to him and he will kick ass if anyone makes it harder on you than it should be.

What a sight for sore eyes. Truly. And no, he's not talking about the view, he's glancing back at you where you sat while looking up at the skies, your head titled as if you're so immersed.

"Anything on your mind?" He was the first to speak as he approaches you, "A lot of things.. clouding my head." You half shrug, watching him as he takes a seat next to you with a can of some carbonated drink on his side, and you hear the slight hiss of it when he open it with his finger. The carbonated drink fizzes a little between his finger and thumb as he pops the tab open, taking a small sip from it before turning his attention back to you.

His crimson eyes were on the direction you were trying to look at but he can't find what's so interesting about tonight's sky.

“I'm willing to stay here all night and listen.” He reassures you.

"Mhm," you stare blankly ahead now, almost zoning out, and you don't notice how sweaty you're starting to feel, or how your heart starts racing.

Gallagher's eyes narrow as he notices your almost zombie like look of a thousand yard stare. The way you look unmoving and not even acknowledging him.

He doesn't say anything and just hands you his drink, gently tapping the can on your arm to bring back your attention. You don't hesitate to grab it, taking small fast sips.

"Careful," he helps you straighten your back, drinking while slouching isn't exactly good.

You sigh when you hold the can with both hands now, letting it rest on your lap, "Thank you—"

"When was the last time you ate today?" He gently cuts you off.

"Earlier."

“And can you confirm that ‘earlier’ wasn’t hours ago?” He asked, his voice now firm but he tries to stay calm.

"I'm sleepy." You brush his question off instead, looking at him while blinking slowly as you lean to rest your head on the side of his shoulder. Gallagher watches you, letting out a soft scoff at how you tried to change the subject. He knew he wasn’t going to get an answer from you, but he also wasn’t going to let you just avoid the problem either.

"We're having dinner after your little nap, deal?"

↳ MARCH 7TH.

—March.. panics when she finds out for the first time. She asks you if you were okay, if you wanted anything, even when you try to reassure her that you felt fine at times, she wouldn't be convinced until you stay under her watch. She bugs Dan Heng to tell her all the possible symptoms so she wouldn't panic more than she should.

Today, you were March's model for photography, well you always are her model because she says you're the best fit for it.

She lets you try out fun clothes and you shyly and awkwardly try to pose in front of the camera at first, but then you immediately gain the confidence after a few more clicks. Smiling and posing while trying out all the fun combinations of colours and clothes.

She looked at you, wearing clothes she had picked out for you. You looked absolutely beautiful.

The enthusiastic girl was blushing a lot as she kept taking pictures of you, giggling behind the camera even.

"March, mind if i sit down for a bit?" You hated to stop her from her enthusiasm, but you feel lightheaded almost. And you were sure it's not from the flashes.

March immediately stopped taking photos and set her camera down when you asked.

She placed a gentle hand onto your forehead, seeing if you had a fever first. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No, don't panic. I just feel lightheaded. Do you have anything sweet i can take?"

Okay, she is prepared for this, "You're low on blood sugar, are you?" She asked, concerned. March then grabbed a small candy—a lollipop, to be exact—from the camera case and offered it out to you.

"And you came prepared." You try teasing, and she nodded with a light laugh. It was a nice-looking sweet lemon-flavored lolliop.

"I carry them with me just in case!" She replied, You both sit down together, she takes out another lollipop for herself so you wouldn't feel left out.

"We can take pictures while eating these lollipops."

March nodded in agreement with your idea, she was happy that you even said that, it meant taking pictures together for an hour now wasn't boring you out.

Then, she pulled out her camera again, a grin forming on her face, "That's a good idea! Alright, on the count of three—" she pulls the lollipop out, posing as if kissing the candy while you smile widely as the camera clicks on both of you.

↳ JIAOQIU.

—sooo, he's a healer. Then that means we all can agree that he's the attentive lover, and strictly cares about your health and diet, but i feel like he'd be playful about it at times.

You don't remember sleeping for so long when you woke up rather confused, shuffling around the blankets and sitting up on the bed while rubbing your head.

Your fault for skipping breakfast and going straight into your work or chores for today.

You fail to notice at first the pink haired figure next to you, sitting beside the bed so silently that it makes you gasp when you turn around to see him.

He was holding a spoonful of some red liquid that you're sure is spicy concoction. He looks at you expectantly, a hint of mischief behind his closed eyes.

“Say ahh,” he says quietly, enjoying the moment. But you almost try not to laugh.

"What happened exactly?" You ask him, refusing to still take that.. extremely dark red soup. It was so dark you can almost smell the spice in the air.

"Someone forgot to eat their meal i prepared earlier," he hums, still trying to pry his spoon closer to your lips, "so i had to find myself misfortune in the of finding you almost unconscious. You're lucky i was carrying some sweet herbs with me." And you frown at his next words, you want to apologize for how he must've been worried.

As if sensing your next words, he smiles, "none of that. Now, open up." He offers you the spoonful again but you pull your face away.

"Are you sure you're not trying to kill me next?"

Jiaoqiu pretends to pout. His fox ears prick and he gives you a slight pout, "You're so dramatic," he says, his tail flicking with amusement. He holds up the spoon again, still waiting for you to open your mouth.

"My soup will fix your blood sugar. Trust me, it's a secret recipe," Jiaoqiu says with a sly smirk.

"What if it tastes bad?" You regret the words leaving your mouth, because he opens his eyes and stares at you with an almost hurt expression. You take the spoonful in your mouth without another complaint, and he hums in approval while closing back his eyes.

The flavours almost explode in your mouth, it.. wasn't spicy at all. It was rather sweet and savoury.

"You tricked me, it's not spicy at all."

"I never said it was spicy, though." He tilts his head, feigning innocence and confusion.

Despite his antics, you instantly feel better, although he doesn't allow you to feed yourself, he'll do it for you.

↳ JING YUAN.

—This man would spoil you rotten. You're feeling unwell? He would love to take the day off and just look after you, although there is a doctor on the side in case anything gets serious. You're simply tired not because of your low sugar levels, but just because you were? He would gladly invite you in his arms or simply sit next to you while you both chat nonstop about eachother's days if that's what will make you feel better.

You were panting when you decided to train alone in the training grounds, Yanqing offered to train with you but you insisted that you needed that full concentration.

After a while, you do feel exhausted and worn out. The spear dropping from your hands as you bend a bit to rest your hands on your knees to catch some breath.

"Now, now, if you want to get stronger, you'll also need a break." Jing Yuan's call for you is what makes you huff out a chuckle. In his hands is what looked to be a bowl of fruits with a water bottle on the other.

"i wanted to build some muscle." You tell him when he gives you that look whenever you start training alone. It's not that he's against your wishes of wanting to be stronger for your own good, but he wishes Yanqing was atleast there to watch you.

"And, I'm not a baby." You roll your eyes playfully and he lets out a deep laugh. "Eat up." You take the orange first, but he was quick to take it from your hands to peel it for you, so you take the grape instead.

You as well take the bottle, gulping down almost the whole thing. Water has never tasted this good.

"You're not a baby, but you drool like one." You almost glare at his words and he only grins while wiping the excess water and fruit juice off the corner of your lips with his thumb. "That was mean, General." You raise both of your eyebrows at him, he only pats your head back, pulling you in with his arm to just hold you.

"when the time comes, you'll be strong enough to protect me."

[yutofia]

LISTEN. Ruben trying make you c*m w nipple stimulation 🫣

Veiled Desires - RD

You were making breakfast in his kitchen, wearing a dainty tight crop top. He enters some time later, his eyes immediately drawn to your chest. The top you're wearing stretches tautly over your breasts, outlining their shape perfectly. He licks his lips, his eyes glued to your movements as you cook. "Morning" he says as he smirks. "Good morning" you reply back, oblivious to his dirty thoughts

He walks over to you, his hand reaching out to gently grasp the hem of your top. He pulls it up slowly, revealing your bare tits to his hungry gaze. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes drinking in the sight of your soft nipples and the swell of your breasts. You look at him in surprise, taken aback by his sudden action. "You're not wearing a bra," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "And I can see everything through this top." His hands reach up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your peaks and causing them to harden. You gulp as you look into his darkened eyes. His eyes meet yours, filled with a raw, primal hunger. "I wanna give you a nipple orgasm." You look at him with a smirk, brows raising, "Oh?"

"Mhm," he says, nodding eagerly. He takes a step closer, pressing his body against yours. His hands continue to caress your tits, his thumbs working over your hardened peaks in a way that has you gasping. "I can make you come just from this, you know." You blush at his words. "Is that a challenge?" His grin is wolfish, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, it's definitely a challenge. And one I intend to win." He drops his head, capturing one of your hardened peaks between his lips and suckling deeply. He places his hands beneath your thighs, lifting you up onto the kitchen counter as he stands between your legs. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he continues to suck on your nipple. "Keep your arms around my head," he commands, his voice muffled by your breast. He continues to suck and flick your nipple, his other hand reaching up to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers. His mouth is a vacuum, creating a sensation that's both intense and overwhelming. He increases his speed, sucking and flicking and pinching, determined to make you come from this alone. You whimper and moan softly, turned on by his hunger and obsession. He opens his mouth as wide as he can, enveloping as much of your breast as possible. His tongue swirls around your nipple while he suckles hard, creating an intense, pleasurable pressure. One hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you in place as he feasts on your tits. "Oh fuck!" You gasp, soaking through your panties from his ministrations. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast. "Mmm, you sound so good, amor," he purrs, his accent thicker with arousal. "I could suck on these perfect tits for hours." He leans back in, sucking and releasing it repeatedly and rapidly, making your head spin.

He repeats the motion over and over, his mouth alternating between your two peaks. Each time he pulls away, he leaves your skin shiny and slick, marked by his passion. The sensation becomes almost too much, the intense pleasure bordering on pain. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, tugging lightly as waves of ecstasy crash over you. He responds by humming around your nipple, the vibrations adding a new layer of bliss. He stands straight, meeting your gaze, his eyes dark with lust and adoration. His thick fingers find your nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds as he drinks in the sight of your pleasure. "You're so beautiful like this, y/n" he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His lips claim yours in a searing kiss, he deepens the pressure on your nipples, tugging and circling the stiff peaks. Your body arches into his touch, a sharp moan escaping into his mouth. His touch is firm, bordering on rough, as he continues to work your peaks. Your hips buck against the counter, your thighs clamping around his waist as you search for friction. "R-Ruben... it's... it's too much," you pant, breaking the kiss. Without hesitation, he ducks his head, his hot mouth engulfing one aching nipple. He suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand continues to torment its twin. The stimulation has you seeing stars, your fingers tangling in his hair to hold him against your breast. "Oh! oh God! Ruben!" You let out a high-pitched moan, overwhelmed by the new kind of pleasure. Your moan spurs him on, his mouth and hand working in tandem to bring you to release. He increases the pace, his touch becoming almost frenzied. The sound of wet, sucking kisses fills the kitchen, mingling with your moans and whimpers.

He releases it with a loud pop, moving back as his fingers return to their torturous dance on your peaks. His eyes glint mischievously as he asks in a low, accented voice, "Estás a gostar disso, minha putinha?" (Are you enjoying this, my little slut?) You feel the pressure building up in your lower stomach, your head falls back, exposing your neck as you moan loudly in response to his words and touch. "Y-yes... Ruben... I'm so close..." Your voice is barely a whisper, your breathing rapid and shallow. He grins wickedly, knowing he's driving you to the edge. You finally reach your peak as your body trembles, hips grinding against the counter as the friction of your soaked panties was enough to make you cum. As you cum from his touch alone, Ruben continues to roll and pinch your sensitive nipples, drawing out your orgasm until you're shaking and sobbing with pleasure. He watches you intently, his own arousal straining against his briefs as he savors the sight of his girlfriend overcome with ecstasy. "Look at you," he murmurs approvingly, "coming just from me playing with your pretty little nipples." He leans in to kiss your collarbone, his touch gentle now. You look at him with heavy-lidded eyes as you pant, your cheeks flushed. "Don't be embarrassed baby, it's beautiful....now...get on your knees for me, will you?"

[oh-saints]

I found your page a couple of days ago and i love all your stories. I hope you won't be overwhelmed with the amount of Rúben dias requests you're about to receive from me 😂I would like to request something with ruben like oc is heavily pregnant and craving something weird (whatever weird this that comes into your mind lol) and he is laughing and teasing her about it lol, and oc us having non of it. Make it fluffy please 🥺

Thank you so much in advance

cravings

craving during pregnancy is something we all are aware of, rúben even looks forward to it from the moment you broke down the news you were expecting. but what if you ask for something he doesn’t even know it exists?

rúben dias x you part of dad!rúben collection

wc: 2k

note: something that’s been sitting way too long in the vault because of the research I had to do about this but only now finished bcs I had spurts of inspiration suddenly so surprise, surprise it’s a double update! LOLOL but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet!

“gatinha,”

at your whisper, rúben stirred from his sleep. his eyes immediately spotted the clock on the bedside table. the numbers drawn 3:00 in the big, fat analogue font across the screen.

“uh, what is it?” being the alert husband he was, he turned around to face you in no time. “is there something you need?

you were already seated on the edge of the bed, meaning you had just finished from your early morning toilet trip. ever since you became pregnant, the little trip was a new routine for you—and maybe the majority of other pregnant women in general, and everyone around him who had become fathers before him had warned the footballer to watch where the mother was going.

that, and the last thing he needed was for you to slip somewhere when he wasn’t watching, when he couldn’t be any help for you. rúben and you had been waiting for your very own rainbow baby for years, so when you were granted one, it was within his most important priority list to make sure both you and the child—whose gender was still unknown yet; not even born yet and they already resembled your shy nature—happy and safe.

“are you okay?”

you didn’t hide your fascination towards the man in front of you, hair disheveled and eyes blurry with drowsiness. 5 years of marriage and you still found him endearing, even more so when he was now turning protective and alert all the time, borderline the leader of a pack with the appearance similar to a mother hen.

“i am, don’t you worry,” you said, your hands stroking the side of his face, feeling the little hairs growing to become stubbles in near future. “but i’m starving.”

ah… the infamous early morning craving.

you had never personally asked of anything alike before, contrary to what everybody else had been advising rúben that there would be a time where you would be craving something eventually in a very ridiculous time of a morning. four months in, and you were yet to show any signs of it so rúben naturally thought you were going to be an exception case. but look where they were now.

with a smile so apologetic for having to wake him up like that, rúben melted into the warmth your smile exuded. “of course, meu anjo. should i get my keys?”

rúben might be many things but you didn’t believe one chance that he was a psychic. “do you even know what i want to eat?”

“uh, mcdonalds?”

in any other time, you would’ve laughed at his meek attempt to guess your mind. given t was early in the morning, mcdonalds was supposedly a reasonable choice since it was open 24/7.

but you did not, in under any circumstances, want to touch your feet nearby that chain of foul fast food. besides, you were pregnant. didn’t your husband consider that the unhealthy intake of food would do no good for their baby?

rúben must’ve noticed the change in your demeanour. “did i say something wrong, my love?”

“yes, don’t assume anything you don’t know of.”

ah… this one rúben was familiar, the rapid change of your mood he had his money run for the fastest rollercoaster on earth, so he apologised instantly and asked you again what you wanted.

“remember the time when we travelled to asia?”

“you mean, our honeymoon?”

oh, you were so not having your husband being mr. i-know-it-all. “one more of that and i’m walking out.”

the threat was enough to make rúben circle around the bed before kneeling down in front of your frowning figure. not because he was a loser, but because he knew you might actually do it. you had a capability to do it, you always do, which was why he was drawn to you in the first place.

but he didn’t want a runaway wife, pregnant on top of that, so he quickly apologized again. “what about it, baby?”

“i want durian.” ＊✿❀○���✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

what on earth is durian?

rúben sighed as he stared at his phone, the screen frozen helplessly for how many tabs he’d opened up in the browser. he rubbed his face rather roughly, due to the frustration, as he sat on the cover of the toilet and pondered his life choices and its respective life expectancies.

no one—literally no one—had warned him about the effect of any slip of tongue around a pregnant woman.

you were the calmest person he’d ever met, never wanting to bite off someone else’s head because it drained your precious energy. which rúben agreed to, and had been a devoted student of yours in terms of anger management on and off the field. but it was getting very hard to keep his own composure intact when you even lost yours.

ironically, rúben realised that one of you should still stay sane for the sake of everyone in this household, now inclusive of the unborn baby and it didn’t look like it was going to be you anytime soon.

so realistically, he couldn’t say to you that he didn’t remember a thing—not even an ounce of it—that you both had seen the fruit in question during your honeymoon. according to you, though, you both were even mesmerized by the look but decided that the possibility of dying because of the foul smell was larger than the delicious taste. as a result, when was the best time to try the exotic fruit than now, at 3.30 AM, when you were nearing the fifth month of pregnancy?

thus, his final resort to the internet, hoping for a miracle in the amount close to how much he needed to create the apple of his eyes with you.

but of course, the search engine didn’t show anything that could help him save his own lifeline this early morning from a pregnant wife that was so ready to stab the knife to his chest. the best option rúben got was to visit chinatown and head to the fruit market.

with a particular note from a lovely reviewer that the fruit was subject to a particular season—durian season, as the asians called it. if you were to seek for the spiky fruit beyond the particular calendar, then you either (i) got one that tasted as foul as it smells, or (ii) came home empty handed.

but of course, you wouldn’t get it, would you? rúben had already had it in his head you were going to wail at how incredulous his justifications are—what the hell is a durian season? we have spring, summer, autumn and winter and not durian! he could imagine—and would accuse him of trying to get his way out of the hard labour of satisfying you craving. worse, you’d scream out rúben should be responsible for this because he was the one who knocked you up and not vice versa.

other times, the footballer would just laugh it off. even at first, he did so and thought you were the cutest thing in his life, an actual living plushie. now, he just didn’t know what to do…

“what takes you so long?”

rúben jumped slightly at the question thrown at him from behind the door, the only thing separating him and his thoughts with the rest of the world and their expectation towards him. “nothing, meu anjo. i’ll be out in a minute.”

“good, because we gotta go. i’m sleepy already but the baby needs to eat.”

the husband closed his eyes once more, regulated his breathing, visualizing the flow of his breath before letting them out slowly—just the way you taught him how—before coming out of the loo. “baby, can i ask you one thing?”

you looked up, and rúben felt bad because you were already dressed and ready to go out and fight the coldness of an early morning. “what is it?”

“what if we go and have the durian in the morning?”

“rúben, it’s already morning now,” you clicked your tongue impatiently. “what are you saying?”

“i have a place to go already but they’re only open later at 8.”

and pregnant silence fell upon them, no puns intended.

“why at 8?”

“because that’s when the market opens,” rúben sat again in front of you, his hands were rubbing the back of your hand and on top of your knees respectfully. “i’m afraid we’ll have to go to chinatown to get them and it’s only open then.”

rúben was so ready with your fit, so he was rather surprised to hear you answer, “okay.”

okay?

okay?!

okay!

good god, the mood swing had returned it honestly felt like rúben had just jumped off the cliff with bungee jumping.

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rúben was the one not okay that morning.

you turned out to opt out sleeping that night, despite being cuddled by your husband—which was your favourite way to go to sleep, even faring better than being lullabied—but rúben forgot you were living your life for two people for these nine months, so you still had a bar of energy and excitement while he had to drag his feet to the en suite bathroom.

you were literally counting in seconds as to when you’d get to the chinatown. your legs were involuntarily shaking from excitement, while he’d become more sensitive due to the lack of sleep (per his standard). as soon as the car stopped at the parking lot, you ran to the nearest entrance and lost yourself in quest to find the fruit. it wasn’t even 8 AM yet.

rúben had to call and asked you to share your live location, in case you were lost. but you were already moving in a pace so different than those mothers he’d gotten to know lately due to the parenting class, there was no way he could catch up.

“where are you?” as soon as his phone rang, he picked up, panting from the endless count of steps inside a huge market. “i cannot find you.”

coincidentally, you happened to call rúben in order to tell him that you were going to line in a queue to a small shop selling imported exotic fruits. the small hadn’t been open, yet there was already a waiting list, and in your dictionary of words it should only mean that the said shop was relevant to be called the local’s favourite.

“there you are,” rúben was about to comment

like a lucky charm, they were called in to make their purchase not long after.

you had your eyes already set on durian, so when the uncle asked if you wanted to eat at that place or bring home a peeled one, you didn’t hesitate to have them immediately. besides, you didn’t know how to split durian into two and whatnot.

“oh my god, so damn good!” you didn’t waste a minute to dance your little moves that you made to indicate you’re happy at that moment. “i can eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

good god, please help me.

“you should try, baby!” you were so excited to share your happiness with your husband, one hand holding a tiny bit of yellow and ready to be shoved into rúben’s mouth. who could deny such endearing request? “you’ve never had one before!”

and that was also the last time rúben had a bite of that yellow, mushy inside of durian. apart from the smell, he decided he didn’t like the texture and the bitter aftertaste.

but that was him. you, on the other hand, were munching the fruit as if it was going to be your last time seeing that scarce fruit. it appalled rúben too even at the length and amount you could eat in one seating. and looking at that, seeing you were this elated, it also made him full—in every sense of the word, literally and figuratively.

when you were done with the last chunk, you grinned at him, rather sheepishly. maybe you were drunk from the fruit, maybe you were shy because you just let out one hell of an appetite. “thank you for coming here with me.”

“anytime, my love, but we’re not doing this again. okay, meu anjo?” rúben wiped your fingers one by one from the sticky texture, internally wincing at the stinky smell. “promise me that.”

“sim, meu amor.”

[sincerely-sofie]

you should do a reincarnation AU based on the Explorers of Spirit romhack

Hey guys remember this post?

[misc-obeyme]

Running at diavolo just for a hug because physical affection is top tier (for me) then proceeding to fall asleep on his shoulder while ignoring Lucifer's scolding. you cannot tell me diavolo isn't a living(?) heater. I would then wake up like five minutes later with a nose bleed because I over heated.

Anyways, this would be harder to do with barbatos because he is a busy man. I would probably do it after diavolos fell asleep so he's not as busy. Then proceed to fall asleep on his shoulder but minus the nose bleed cause he's probably cold blooded or colder than other demons. Don't hold me to that.

Would they allow it?

Bows for barb

Oh, Diavolo would without a doubt. And I agree that he is likely a furnace of a demon - he's got that whole fire aesthetic going, but even aside from that he just looks like one of those men who naturally run hot. I think he's just a liiiiittle bit touch starved and would totally love to just hold you while you fell asleep on his shoulder. He'd probably look at Lucifer with big ole puppy eyes over the top of your head like, look Lucifer MC is asleep on me isn't that so cute?!?! Lucifer meanwhile is like siiiigh yes Diavolo adorable.

Though I do think he'd be concerned about a nosebleed. Because oh no you're bleeding!!!

I do agree that it'd be more difficult with Barbatos. However, I do think he would also allow it, though perhaps less frequently than Diavolo would. I can see him wanting to indulge you, but also concerned about you in general. If you fall asleep, you really should be in a better position so you don't strain any muscles. And you should be warm. He'd eventually carry you to your bed, I think.

[iapislazuli]

Can I see a picture of your cat I'm sorry I'm really stoned and I just love him so much, I'm crying

here is a pic of it! (yes it has the cone back on... i am taking it to the vet again tomorrow)

[weaponizedducks]

hey

so i saw that you made a post about the tale of magis series, and so, i know this is odd, but in the next two weeks, could you get back to me about how deat, in the end of tale of witchcraft looked like, acted like, what the land between life and death looked like? im writing a fic with them, and i need to be as close to canon as possibnle.

i know this is a weird thing to ask, but i need to know, since i have no copy on tale of titchcraft.

thank you and ahve a wonderufl day! :)

hey sorry this is so late im not sure how i didnt see it! its absolutely not a weird thing to ask and im happy to help!

death: when he arrives there is an eclipse and the shadows sort of collect to form him. ten foot tall, face and body completely covered by a black cloak described as 'made from darkness itself'. brystal describes him as 'should have been frightening, but she didn't feel an ounce of fear looking at him'. he never speaks, is calm, and talks either through his daughter or through some form of telepathy.

the land between life and death: BOOK QUOTES: 'temperature wasn't too warm or too cold, just comfortable. everything was so comfortable'. there is a gray field with a 'perfectly smooth surface'. the field stretches for miles, covered in tall white trees engraved with names with silver pocketwatches hanging from the branches. there is one large clock in the trunk which shows the persons time of death, or if they havent died yet the clock is still ticking. there are smaller trees that have not yet been planted, and their clocks havent started yet.

brystals tree has quite a lot of watches but other trees have less, and some trees have none at all. what brystal thinks is the sun and moon are both in the sky (when she asks about them death shrugs and waves it away so we never find out quite what they are), and are very large, and in the sky there are 'hundreds of orbiting planets, thousands of spiralling galaxies, and millions of twinkling stars'. 'brystal could hear the starts as much as she could see them'

again sorry this is so late, this is all i could find, and i havent read the third book so im not sure if it is in it. hope i could help and could you send me the fic when it is finished? it sounds interesting!

[tevanbuckley]

I want and NEED Tommy to interact Jee. I’m sure he’s great with kids and I’ll die because of the cuteness

i need jee to adore tommy, she finds out he's a pilot and is immediately obsessed, much to buck and chimney's chagrin, maddie has to remind them that jee's been around firetrucks her whole life, they're about as interesting to her as a subaru is to most kids.

they take her on a tour of harbour and she has a million questions about how everything works that tommy answers completely seriously/sincerely (in my mind he doesn't have a ton of experience with kids so just talks to them like little adults, not realising kids love that) and she's hooked.

i can also see maddie overcorrecting slightly in making sure jee understands that buck and tommy aren't just friends "like auntie hen and auntie karen," to the point jee starts calling him "uncle tommy", way, way too soon.

six months in maddie texts buck to say jee got in trouble at daycare for bragging to hard about how her "uncle tommy took her on an helicopter ride", and buck's brain short circuits.

[scrollonso]

nikola and his dad next to eachother on my insta feed

[mafia-ace-official]

Gotta love how some people are asking a non canon character, what they think they’d be

(No offense, I just find it funny)

And who's to say I'm not canon

[she tilts her head, raising an eyebrow]

That's not up for you or I to decide.

[yutofia]

you should totally write a small fic of rúben taking his gf to the grand prix and you start to flirt with charles and carlos a lot and rúben starts to get jealous. and the he fucks you to show who you really belong to 🤭🤭

ON IT!

warning: smut(!)

So ruben is invited to the Hungarian grand prix and as his girlfriend he takes you with him. After a look around the area and some chit-chat you go inside the garage to meet the drivers. You both meet Carlos first. You stand there watching them interact as they swap shirts. He turns to you, excitement in his eyes, holding up the red Ferrari shirt with Sainz's signature. "Isn't this amazing, babe?" You smile at his excitement "It is baby." He grins and leans in to whisper in your ear. "I can't wait to see you in that Ferrari merchandise I got for you. You're going to look so hot." You smile and blush at his comment as a guy asks him to do an interview. While he's being interviewed you look around the place, chatting to some people before you find your f1 crush, charles.

He notices you've wandered off once he's done with the interview and follows you, only to see you staring at charles with a huge smile on your face. "Oh my God, I'm a big fan. Hope we win the race today" He hears you say to charles. Ruben's expression turns a bit pouty as he watches you chat with leclerc, his arm instinctively tightening around your waist possessively. He clears his throat, trying to get your attention, his hand resting on the small of your back. "Can i have your signed shirt?" You ask charles with a smile. He accepts politely. Ruben tenses up, his hand gripping your waist tighter. He tries to suppress his jealousy but it's clear that he's not happy about this situation. Charles hands you his signed shirt. You smile at him "Oh i'm gonna frame this. thank you so much!" You say excitedly as his jaw clenches. You show the shirt to your boyfriend "Look! I have a signed shirt too now." He forces a smile, trying to hide his annoyance, but his eyes betray him, flashing with a hint of jealousy. "Ah, congratulations" he says, his tone a bit dry, as he glances at charles, who's still smiling at you. Once the conversation is over you make your way out to watch the race with him. He was silent the whole time answering with a dry "I'm fine" anytime you asked him if everything is ok. Once the race ends and you go back to your hotel, you fangirl over charles's signed shirt, thanking ruben for taking you. He looks at you, the hint of jealousy still present, though now accompanied by a different emotion— irritation.

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours, the emotions swirling in them making his gaze intense. "You're still fawning over charles, aren't you?" You are taken aback by his statement "What?" He takes the shirt from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a small jolt of electricity between you. He crumples it in his hands, anger seething beneath his touch. "That man." He throws the shirt aside and pulls you closer, looking at you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle. "I can't stand the thought of another man giving you attention. It should be me." His voice is low, his breath hot against your lips "And only me" You smirk, not afraid of the intensity of his eyes "Aww are you jealous?" He groans, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you closer.

The intensity in his eyes deepens as he looks down at you. "Yes, I am jealous. And I don't care if it makes me look weak, I want you to myself." He smashes his lips against yours before you can speak. He moves his hands quickly, ripping your clothes off and discarding them to the side. He pushes you down on to the bed, causing you to sit on it as he unbuttons his shirt. He's panting, eyes are wild, filled with a primal need as he looks down at you sitting on the bed. "Mine," he growls, his voice barely recognizable as he leans over you. His hands tighten their grip on the mattress on the sides of your hips, knuckles white with the force of his desire. He's barely containing himself, the animalistic look in his eyes a testament to the control he's exerting over his baser instincts. His voice is rough, tinged with dark desire as he speaks. "Hands and knees, now." He watches with heavy-lidded lust-filled eyes as you do so, unable to take his gaze off the sight before him. You do as he says. His eyes flash with a possessive intensity as he gazes at you, his hands moving to free himself from his pants. The sound of the zipper echoing through the room, he pulls out his arousal, his hand wrapping around it as he takes a step closer to you. "You're mine." You decide to play the game, to rile him up "Am i?" You ask teasingly

His eyes narrow, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he takes another step closer, his hand tightening around his arousal before he spanks your ass. "You know you are," he says, his voice low and rough, the portuguese accent thick and sensual. You yelp at the pain. He grins, the expression wolfish as he watches you react to his actions. His hand reaches out to touch your cheek softly, soothing the sting he just caused. "Mine," He repeats, leaning down to press a kiss to the hand print he has left behind. He suddenly thrusts into you with a primal grunt, his large frame filling you completely. The initial stretch and intrusion make you hiss, but he doesn't slow down, setting a relentless pace as he claims you. "fucking mine....every inch of you" He repeats, his voice guttural with desire as he pounds into you. Your ass in the air as your body moves forward with each thrust, fisting the bed sheets as you let out a loud moan.

He watches your body move and respond to him, the sight driving him wild. He reaches out to grab your hips, holding you in place and increasing the force of his thrusts. You can feel him bottoming out with every stroke, his balls slapping against your skin. "RUBEN!" You cry out as you try to look back at him. He smirks, releasing your hips, he leans over to grab your wrists instead, pulling them back and up to give you a better view of him. "yeah look at who's fucking you this good. me, me, ME" He grunts into your hair. He then pushes you down, forcing you to arch your back further as he continues to pound into you. The harsh slap on your ass rings out in the room, followed by his gruff groans. "Fuck yeah, take it," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed intensity. You moan none stop, your thoughts consumed by him. His sounds, his big and thick cock and his possessiveness. He senses your loss of coherence and it spurs him on, his movements becoming even more erratic and forceful. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he grips your hips with bruising strength. "I own this"

You scream his name over and over in pleasure. You are on cloud nine, your pussy clenching none stop around him, a sign of your impending orgasm. The sound of your screams pushes him over the edge and with a few more powerful thrusts, he buries himself deep and stills, his hot thick cum pumping into you. Your body trembles, shockwaves hitting you as your high piched moans fill the room.

He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh as he feels your walls clenching around him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. He holds you close, feeling your quivering body against his own "That's my good girl" Ruben pulls out of you, easily flipping you onto your back. He spreads your legs apart and admires the sight of your cum-covered pussy. "Whose cum is on your pussy baby?"

"Yours" you repond while panting. He chuckles lowly, running a thumb through the mess of cum and juices on your pussy. "That's right, it's MY cum, all over your pretty little pussy"