#gene my boy you're one of us now

[drawthethingdoppelganger]

I love how I joined y'all on dissing Gene's hair but never realized his black bowl cut is literally every Asian kid's ugly ass 7 year old hairstyle ever (the thing that's the deepest darkest shame to our soul? only can be seen in cursed hidden photos?)

[nthspecialll]

The fandom glorifies Arthur Morgan

Now I am not talking about about low honor, I play high honor and got it as the top at the end of every damn playthrough but my Arthur, as it is the cannon Arthur, is not a good guy. I am not going to talk about all of the murder, robbing and stuff he does, because we are majorly aware of it, I am talking his sexism, casual ignorance and disrespecfulness.

I quite often see people say that Arthur Morgan is a woman lover, and he definitely is, he is better than a lot of men from that time (which isn't hard), but he would not hold up in modern times, because he is not from modern times.

Generally speaking, Arthur Morgan is a man who believes in gender roles, he believes in the idea of "a man being a man" and "a woman being a woman." He has opinions about what a woman should do and what a man should do.

I think the biggest hint at this is his relationship with Sadie, because while he accepts her running with the boys he doesn't seem entirely happy about it. "You got a pair of pants and all of a sudden you think you're Landon Ricketts?" "You want to ruuuunnnn with the men?" and also "can Ms Grimshaw spare you?" when the girls asks if they can come to Valentine with him.

Talking of that quest, when he runs off to get Jimmy Brooks he puts Uncle, a lazy old bastard, in charge of getting the girls home even though they are more than capable of doing it themselves as they are healthy young women who knows how to handle horses.

In several antagonize lines against women performers (which are just as cannon as his greet lines) he shouts things like "That isn't very ladylike!" or "Go back to the kitchen" and "go make someone supper."

People keep saying Arthur would "treat them right" and he would, to an extent, he would care for you, he would be nice to you, but he would force those gender roles. He does have a belief women are somehow "softer" and that he as a person with a provider gene should do more of the harsh work.

So now we covered that, lets talk about the racism, or as I probably should rather call it, ignorance, because it is very commonly know Arthur does not judge by the color of skin.

The first one is that Arthur uses the whites-only saloon in Rhodes. Tilly mentions it to Arthur that they don't allow people of color into it, and yet he still supports it, it isn't a big thing but it is something of notice.

Secondly, when he talks to Eagle Flies where he "sets him in his place" Arthur, honey, you are so wrong here. Eagle Flies is being chased by the government for the mere fact that he exists with a different culture, you are being chased because you murdered so many folks, you can run across the sea and live a good life, they are fucked regardless.

When we first arrive in Lemoyne, Lenny and Arthur talks about the Lemoyne Raiders about racism and Arthur says "These boys got a manner about them but I haven't particularly noticed," Arthur of course you wouldn't, you are a tall, muscular, white man with sun kissed hair and blue eyes, you are the poster boy for eugenics.

Lastly, which will also bring me to the third point, the casual disrespect:

Arthur causally calling Javier a slur on the boat for no reason, did you really need that one-liner so badly? That goes for a lot of times in the game such as: "are you secretly normal" "what a lunatic" "we should find a better story for that scar" "But you continue to irritate me, I will kill you and make my appologies to the lady" "stick around and you might die for her as well" "oh I didn't know I was talking to a lady." All those were a slight bit disrespectful, enough to be able to annoy the majority of us if he said it to us, and they were also unnecessary.

He is also canonically chronically late, most notably we can hear Sean saying "that man will be late to his own funeral," and when you go around antagonizing characters in camp they are not surprised at all, rather they go "back at it again huh?"

All of this is just to sum up, Arthur is a pretty bad man (also counting in all the illegal stuff) and we tend to glorify him and forget some of these things, partly is also because Rockstar are amazing at hiding them, at making them seem natural, and they are because this is a historically accurate game! It is set in 1899 and this is a man from 1899 he is going to be casually sexist and disrespectful, and again, considering that he is from 1899 he is a decent guy because the majority of folk would be like Micah, not Arthur.

I definitely love Arthur, and I love Arthur exactly because the point of his character is him not being a saint but a human. His redemption is choosing to do good where he can, but even so, this is a man in 1899 and he is going to have a 1899 mindset. If you want to play a game that is set in the past but don't have that type of accuracy it is not Red Dead you want to play.

Also here is an Arthur pic as a thank you for reading all of that. I love him.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B blurbs: Isn’t She Lovely

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Summary: Joe brings the twins with him to one of his press conferences, but all Miles seems to want is ‘Momma’.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*No particular date for this fic!*

(Joe’s pov)

“Joe, my mom’s calling. Can you take the boys with you?” - you

“To my conference??” - Joe

y/n, Tyson, and Miles came over to Paycor today to watch us practice.

Afterward, I and a couple of the other guys stayed back to play football with the kids. The guys made a few jokes after Tyson successfully threw a spiral at two years old. I thought it was accidental, but Ja’marr and Tee swore it was the ‘Burrow gene’.

Now that almost everyone had left the stadium, y/n and the twins were allowed to come into the locker room with me.

y/n got on to me about how messy my locker was. I told her it was fine, but Tee made a ‘Happy wife, happy life’ joke saying I should clean it.

In the end, I knew I would end up doing it anyway to please her because that woman had me wrapped around her finger. She has since high school.

Currently, I was just about to step into the media room when y/n came rushing up to me, the twins behind her, saying that her mom sent a text saying call me ASAP.

Zac had just walked out from his conference, and he heard our conversation.

“You’re allowed to take ‘em in if you want to. I know you would rather be with them than have someone else watch them.” - Zac

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” - Joe

“No problem, kid.” - Zac walked off

y/n stood in front of me, her phone still ringing, and I made a split-second decision.

“Go ahead, I’ll take ‘em, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you, you're the best, Joe.” - you

She looked around to see if anyone was present, and when there wasn't anyone, she pressed a quick peck to my lips.

I watched her speedwalk down the hall toward the women's bathroom to have some privacy, and I bent down to the twin's level.

“You guys have to go in there with me for my press conference, okay? You know those videos you watch of me with Mommy where the people ask me questions?” - Joe

“Yeh!” - Tyson

“You guys are gonna sit on my lap for one, okay? If you wanna leave at any point tell me.” - Joe

“Ok, Dada.” - Tyson

“What about you Miles? Sound good?” - Joe

“Sound great, Daddy.” - Miles

I stood up and picked them both up, one in each arm, and walked into the media room.

It was kinda funny watching the reporter’s faces turn to shock. They knew I was a reserved, closed-off person, and that I hated the media, so for me to bring my kids in here was surprising to them.

Pulling my chair out, I sat down and situated the boys on my lap. One sat on each leg.

Tyson laid his head on my shoulder while Miles was looking around, trying to figure everything out.

“How’s it goin’.” - Joe

Everything was silent.

“What’s this?” - Reporter 1

“A one-time thing.” - Joe chuckled

Everyone in the room laughed before a reporter spoke up.

“Who are these cuties?” - Reporter 2

“They're my two-year-old twins. Wanna say your names?” - Joe

I almost laughed as Miles immediately lept forward and grabbed the mic.

“I’m Miles.” - Miles

His voice was super loud in the speakers from how close he was to the mic, and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

Eventually, I pulled Miles back into my lap and nudged Tyson. He silently shook his head.

“This is Tyson. He's my little mini-me and doesn't like the media like his daddy.” - Joe

The room laughed again before I continued talking.

“You guys can interact with the boys for a little bit but I'm here to talk football.” - Joe

For the first time since I walked in, the room fell silent, till Miles spoke up.

“Momma!” - Miles

“Someone wants his momma.” - Reporter 3 laughed

“Yeah. She’s on the phone, which is why I had to bring ‘em in here.” - Joe

“Momma?” - Miles looked up at Joe

“She’s on the phone, buddy. If you guys can't already tell, he's a momma’s boy. He’s more like her than me personality-wise.” - Joe

“So he’s social?” - Reporter 2 jokes

I laughed as I nodded my head, finding his dig at me to be funny.

“Momma!” - Miles whined

“Guys, excuse me, but I'm probably gonna have to call my wife.” - Joe

This was the most unorganized thing I've ever done.

Pulling my phone out to call y/n, she answered pretty fast.

“Hello? Are you still in your conference?” - you

“Yes, but can you come get Miles? He wants you like bad.” - Joe

“Oh yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.” - you

“Okay, good. See you in a sec.” - Joe

“I won't say I love you, so you don't have to say it back. I know you don't want that being picked up on the mic.” - you laughed

“I love you too, bye.” - Joe smiled

“What?!” - you

I hung up just after that, not caring that I said it right into the mic.

“She’s coming to get this one.” - Joe

I nodded at Miles, then realized he was waving directly at a female reporter.

Just a few seconds went by before the media room door opened and y/n walked in.

She looked at me, unsure of what to do, so I flicked my head telling her to come in my direction.

y/n walked up the platform steps and took Miles from my lap, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Do you wanna go with Momma too?” - Joe

Tyson shook his head no and sat up, now facing the room of seated reporters.

I leaned the mic away from my mouth and whispered to y/n.

“Thanks, Mama. You look beautiful by the way. I'll see you after this is over.” - Joe grinned

She grinned at me, her cheeks flushing as she situated Miles on her hip before waking away.

When I faced the reporters and fixed the mic back to point toward my face, they all had smiles on their faces.

“Did… did you guys hear that?” - Joe

All at once they all said yes, yeah, mhm, yup.

My cheeks turned red from embarrassment, this was an absolute trainwreck.

“So… Tyson, what can you tell us about your daddy? What does he do at home?” - Reporter 3

“Uhm…” - Tyson sighed

All of the reporters laughed, finding it so funny that Tyson just pulled something so characteristically me.

“He is just like you!” - Reporter 1

“What do I do at home, Ty?” - Joe

“Kiss Mommy.” - Tyson giggled

I immediately groaned and covered my face with my hand. Tyson kept on laughing, and so were the reporters.

“I’m getting exposed right now.” - Joe

“We, Uhm, pway foot…ball.” - Tyson

“We do.” - Joe nodded

“That’s it.” - Tyson blabbered

The room laughed once again till a reporter spoke up.

“So all he does is kiss your mom and play football?” - Reporter 3

“Mhm!” - Tyson

“Pretty accurate, not gonna lie.” - Joe

“Joe, you're pretty smitten with your wife, yeah?” - Reporter 5

“Have been since high school. She’s the best though. The best mom, wife, best friend… and so much more. She keeps me grounded. I know I usually keep my personal life separate from football, but I love her more than anything.” - Joe

“More than football?” - Reporter 2

“More than anything.” - Joe reiterated

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Authors note: though Joe would never do this, let's just imagine he would.

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[minhosimthings]

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

[sluts4matt]

CLASS PROJECT

pairing: soft!nate x latina!reader

summary: nate had always been distracting, you knew that, but you didn't realize how distracting he was until you got paired with him for your final project of the semester and couldn't seem to actually focus on it.

warnings: SMUT, swearing, making out, oral (female receiving), fingering, pet names (use of the words ma and princess), no actual p in v in this one.

word count: 2449

author's note: im a matt girl i swear but guys nate’s boston accent 😍😍

you had been paying attention all of class, or so you thought until the teacher called your name and your head shot up, you're eyes shooting wide. "did you hear what i said?" she asked, her hands on her hips as she looked at you expectedly.

you shook your head, looking down bashfully, "no ma'am," you admitted. she sighed, making a tsking sound before repeating herself, "i just assigned a group project for your final, i need you to partner up with nate," she said, causing you to look to your side.

the boys blue eyes were already on you as he gave you a small smile. you looked back at the teacher nodding your head before the bell rang. people started packing up as the teacher sighed, "the bell doesn't dismiss you, i do," which earned eye rolls and groans from students.

"see you tomorrow everyone, i'm expecting to hear that you guys have come up with great plans for this final," she called as people walked out.

you packed up your things, waiting patiently for nate to grab his stuff. he turned to you, his eyes shining, "my house or yours?" he asked, digging around his pocket for his keys as you did the same thing, digging around in your bag for your own.

"mine," you replied, pulling your keys out finally. he followed as you walked out of the classroom going towards the big double doors at the front of the school. "should i follow you? or do you want to send me your address?" he asked, making you stop in place.

the realization that nate didn't actually know where you lived settling in. you grabbed a pen from the side pocket of your bag, swiftly grabbing his arm, and flipping it over to write your address across his pale flesh. "there, now i'll see you in 20," you said, before turning and heading to your car.

nate showed up at your house 5 minutes earlier than you had told him, his hair slightly damp and messy. you tilted your head at him, making a small tsking noise, "gonna have to teach you how to be punctual with your time," you teased, making him roll his eyes playfully.

"sorry for being early," he said, his tone mocking your own. you turned, walking away as you let him in. your mom came from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel.

"you must be nate," she smiled, her cuban accent thick and her eyes a dark brown, different than your own green ones you had received from your fathers genes. "yes ma'am," he smiled politely, nodding his head as he took her hand in his own shaking it.

she let him go, waving her hand, "nonsense, no need to call me ma'am, makes me feel old, my name is naomi," she said, her tone soft and inviting.

"well, thank you for having me naomi," he smiled, his cheeks dimpling cutely. "oh of course, mi casa es su casa," she said, turning and heading back to the kitchen. "your mom seems nice," nate stated, looking down at the girl who was watching her mom go back to the kitchen with a furrowed expression.

"yeah, sure," you mumbled, turning towards the stairs, "come on." nate followed behind you as you ascended the stairs, stopping outside your room.

you pushed open the door, your eyes landing on the unmade bed and clothes scattered on the floor, "sorry about the mess," you said, stepping in and immediately picking up the scattered close.

"my rooms probably worse to be honest," he chuckled, giving you an amused look as he watched you scurry to clean it slightly. he couldn't help his nose as he picked up the subtle smell of weed and mint, something he wasn't used to but didn't hate.

"ok, it's better," you said, straightening up and taking in a deep breath. "my rooms not normally messy," you say with a timid smile, "i was just in a rush this morning," you say, turning and walking to your desk.

"it's fine, don't worry about it," he said, plopping down onto your bed. "okay, the big question is, what are we doing this project on?" you mumble, flipping through your history book.

you didn't even notice nates eyes on you, his mind racing with a million thoughts. you were gorgeous, a fact that had been established in middle school, the way your curls cascaded flawlessly down your back. he would be lying if he said he didn't use to count your freckles when you weren't paying attention.

his eyes would trail down your tan skin, wanting to be able to touch it innocently, just to feel if it's as soft as he thinks it is. your eyes were a beautiful shade of green, something that always caught his attention. your lips were full, always painted in a sheer red, pink, or purple gloss that he found himself wanting to taste.

you were the embodiment of perfection, or at least he thought so. the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you carried yourself, the way you made friends easily and never really got in trouble, always doing the right thing. he was always jealous of the people who got to call themselves your friend, not having the guts to walk up and start an actual conversation with you.

"don't know, wasn't actually paying attention," he shrugged, nonchalantly, bringing a hand through his golden locks. "that's helpful," you huffed, looking over at him, "guess we're winging it," you gulped, already repeating the words 'i'll get a good grade on this' in your head over and over.

"guess so," he nodded, pulling a random bucket you had in your room over next to your desk chair. he rested his elbow on your desk, his chin going into his palm as he looked a the text book sprawled out in front of the two of you.

"maybe we can talk about the civil war," he said, his eyes squinting at the page as he tried to read the words. "maybe," you said with a frown, "would be mediocre though," you sighed, resting your face in your hands.

nate chuckled, watching you groan, "we'll think of something," he said, "we still have all month," he reminded, watching as your face changed from frustration to something else, something more relaxed.

"yeah, i guess," you sighed, pushing the textbook away and grabbing a notebook, "we should at least make a timeline, and list topics we can talk about," you suggested. "yeah, why not," he shrugged, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils dilating as he watched your lips purse together, something you always did when you were thinking.

you wrote a bunch of different topics, things to talk about, and important dates that nate had forgotten.

an hour passed and nate had been more of a distraction then he had help, not that he wasn't helping every once in a while.

his eyes were still on your face as you tapped your pen against the paper, his mind thinking of a hundred dirty things that he shouldn't have been. "you're staring," you stated, looking up at him, his blue eyes darting back to your green ones. "my bad," he shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips.

"what's got you so distracted," you asked, tilting your head slightly. "you," he shrugged, watching your expression go from confused to intrigued, your lips forming a small pout, making him bite his bottom lip.

"oh yeah?" you asked, your eyebrows raising slightly, "what about me?" you questioned, closing the notebook, and tossing the pen onto your desk, giving him your undivided attention as you turned towards him.

"you're just a very distracting person," he said, leaning closer to you. you let out a small laugh, "how am i distracting?" you asked, your eyes flickering to his lips for a second, making nate grin.

"do you really want me to tell you, or do you just want me to show you?" he asked, his eyes going half lidded as he watched your lips part, the tip of your tongue running over your bottom lip, making him clench his jaw.

"show me," you said, barely above a whisper, leaning closer to him. he didn't need anymore invitation as his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, his hands gripping your waist, bringing you closer.

the kiss was innocent, at first, both of you testing the waters, feeling each other out. your lips were just as soft as nate imagined they were, his large hands pulling you into his lap, his chest pressing against yours.

the kiss turned heated, your guys' tongues sliding together. his hands finding there way under the fabric of your shirt, feeling the skin on your back. he softly brought his hands up just to gently run his nails down.

you whimpered, the feeling of his blunt nails on your back sending shockwaves through you, goosebumps forming. nate pulled away, looking at you as you panted, his eyes dark, pupils blown. "i think i like kissing you," you breathed out, making him chuckle, "i think i do too," he mumbled, connecting his lips to yours again.

this time the kiss was hot, nates tongue exploring your mouth, his hands trailing up your sides, his thumbs just under your breast. he pulled away, attaching his lips to the spot right under your ear. you let out a gasp, your eyes going wide at the sensation.

"nate," you whispered, as his lips sucked the spot on your neck. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. you felt him grin against your neck, his teeth gently grazing over the area he had just sucked, making you whimper.

his hands found the hem of your shirt, "is this okay?" he mumbled against your neck, his lips peppering kisses along the column of your throat. "mhm," you breathe, nodding your head.

he didn't need anymore confirmation as he pulled the fabric off of your body, his eyes immediately going to your chest, a red lacy bra, with a bow in the center holding the two mounds on your chest together. "so pretty, ma," he said, his voice deep, sending heat between your legs.

he didn't waste time in unhooking the material, tossing it to the floor. his lips found their way to the newly exposed skin, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his hand showing the other one love as his fingers tugged and twisted at the pink bud.

you were a panting mess above him, your hands tangled in his hair as he worshiped your body. he released your nipple with a pop, his eyes connecting with yours. "lay back for me," he mumbled, watching as you complied, laying down on the bed, the cold sheets touching your warm back.

he hovered over you, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your body. he stopped right at the hem of your shorts, his hands undoing the button and zipper, quickly pulling them down your legs.

he licked his lips, seeing the red lace that matched your bra, a damp spot in the middle, his mouth watered. "can i eat you out, pretty girl?" he asked, looking up at you, his blue eyes dark with lust.

"please," you whimpered, making him smirk. "such a nice girl, using your manners," he said, leaning down and nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs. you let out a small whine, watching as his lips made a trail to where you needed him most.

he left open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh, before he pulled the red fabric to the side. he licked a fat stripe up your slit, causing your hips to buck. he chuckled, placing his large hand on your stomach, and pinning you down, his fingers digging into the flesh.

"don't move, princess," he commanded, his tongue lapping up the juices that were spilling from your core. his tongue flicked over your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his lips wrapping around the small bud. one of your hands flew to his hair while the other flew to your mouth, trying to silence the moans coming from your lips.

"want to hear you baby," he mumbled, releasing your clit, and plunging two of his long fingers into your tight cunt. your head flew back, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers curled inside of you. "fuck, nate," you breathed, "my m- fuck," you cut yourself of with a whine.

"moms h-home," you panted, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, curling just right to hit that spot inside of you. "don't care," he said, his teeth gently nibbling at your sensitive clit.

your walls clenched around his fingers, causing him to let out a groan. he pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds filling the room, "such a sloppy cunt, you gonna cum for me?" he asked, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves, "going to be a good girl, and cum for me?" he questioned.

"fuck, nate, i- fuck, m'cumming," you cried, your legs shaking as his fingers and tongue worked in sync, his free hand moving up to tweak at your nipple. you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten, your toes curling.

"there we go, cum for me baby," he encouraged, watching as you came undone around his fingers, your juices flowing out of you and onto his hand.

"fuck, so pretty, coming on my fingers," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he worked you through your high. once your breathing went back to normal, he pulled his fingers out, he kept his eyes trained on you as he stuck them in his mouth, cleaning them, then pulling them back with a 'pop'.

"rags?" he asked, his hands rubbing over your thighs as he watched your legs shake. "bathroom," you mumble, pointing to your bathroom door. he disappeared for a minute before coming back, a white wash cloth in his hand.

his feet carried him back over to your bed, kneeling in between your legs as he swept the fabric between your thighs, cleaning the mess. once he was done, he tossed it into your hamper, making his way back onto the bed.

"you doing okay?" he asked, laying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, his elbow on the mattress. "mm, better than okay," you mumbled, opening your eyes to look up at him.

he smiled, his dimples showing, "glad i could be of assistance," he smirked, making you giggle, rolling your eyes playfully.

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[starberry-cupcake]

Here I am again, hoping this silly recap brightens your day a little bit, I'm giving you a gentle hug and a mug of your favorite warm beverage ☕

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

I somehow predicted @lady-harrowhark's tshirt in the one before that also, it was very funny, in case you missed it

CHAPTER 48

we're doing just one chapter again because this one was Eventful, fam

last we knew, abby pent was trying to lorraine warren the ghost out of harrowcita's bubble

my running theory was that the ghost was commander wake aka allegedly gideon's mom (none of that is in any way confirmed yet)

and ortus was about to say something

I said it might be poetry and, guess what?

I WAS RIGHT

you go, ortus, you recite that poetry

abby apparently takes that as a cue to do something and thinks ortus has too much faith in her

but ortus trusts her, there's a lot of polycule moments in this one

the sleeper/waker/slasher allegedly gideon's mom unconfirmed absolutely does not give a fuck about any of this, she's slaying them all with her "baggy orange suit and gun collection"

I need the suit to look like this so bad

harrow starts making constructs but killer bae starts turning them into ash in seconds

I mean, I know we need harrow to live and this woman is not supporting that idea but damn, she looks cool af

if you fought the emperor at any given point, amanda (I'm calling her amanda for now, I'll elaborate later) how did you lose?????

ortus is harmed, so harrow has to continue with the recitation in his place

so harrow continues to recite the nonius poetry, while abby chants in the background and everyone else waits while bleeding

it's a very involved artistic performance that we've got going on over here in canaan au river bubble

sleeper/waker/slasher/alleged commander wake alleged gideon's mom aka amanda (according to me) shoots harrowcita

but then abby is lifted in blue flames and seems to be holding an invisible book and everything gets all vib-ey

these are the exact vibes I'm picturing

(not because I have a print of that in my room)

so harrowcita is saved from getting shot in the head by a man with the Ninth uniform and a very stellar use of the blade

AND YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE WHO IT IS

IT'S ORTUS'S BLORBO FROM HIS SHOWS!!!!!!!!

matthias nonius is a short king who is surprised to be speaking in meter but is very happy to be here to defend the Reverend Daughter and fight like an expert killing machine

WHERE WAS ALL THIS FIGHTING POWER WHEN IT CAME TO KILLING THE EMPEROR

but not only is matthias nonius 10/10 at fighting (as advertised), the shrine ortus has in his head for him is helping to even the playing field with the waker/sleeper/alleged commander

she can't shoot anymore

"I killed wizard's filth like you all my life. I killed them with guns, and bombs, and knives, and gas, and when I didn't have any of those I just got in real close and put my thumbs through their fucking eyes. You can flick that little skewer around all you like, boy. I'll choke you with it"

SHE'S INTENSE, we can be certain that the Harrow Only Notes were hers

"I certainly hope you're a fighter. God knows you're not a debater"

you guys I'm a certified mati nonius fan right now

ortus is drawing little hearts in his poetry book and writing Ortus Nonius in it

"If all of her cavaliers were this excited for death, she was definitely the problem"

they just love you too much, harrowcita

so mati nonius and waker/sleeper/alleged commander have the most intense and entertaining fight ever

because lyctor fights are weak and boring

but this, this is cinema

harrow thinks that, if gideon had been there, she would have loved the fight but also she'd be terrible at running commentary of it

I disagree, gideon's running commentary is one of the things that keep us together as a society

"In life she must have had few, if any, equals. Her people—whoever they had been—must have cherished her as their finest champion."

gideon got some great fighting genes from all around, if my theories prove right

I mean, if her people are the people I'm thinking, they still have posters of her, so she must have been a big deal before she crashed in the ninth

SAD SHE DIDN'T KILL DR REVEREND EMPEROR JOHN THOUGH

BUT THERE'S STILL TIME FOR THAT

LIKE AN HOUR

harrow says mati nonius is "a poem" which is very nice of her to say

you go, short king

there's a lot of blood happening, also, which could be encouraging, since before this, the waker/sleeper/alleged commander wasn't bleeding at all

the room changes to become a ninth chamber and alleged commander changes clothes from the star trek orange suit to a different yet still orange getup and a golden mask

ortus's shrine in his head built for mati nonius is rewriting the possession

because nothing can pull you from the depths of despair as fast as your favorite blorbo

"My master in life was revenge, my mission is one of—Goddamn it, I'm not going to start talking like this"

more points for the gideon's mom theory

protozoa and ortus are now communicating telepathically, they are starting to put aside their rivalry and finding out they have a lot in common

enemies to friends to lovers speedrun

mati nonius loses his sword and goes feral

protozoa throws his cunty seventh rapier towards him, mati nonius catches it and ends the waker/sleeper/alleged commander

it all looked incredibly cool

once the enemy is partially defeated (let's remember she's supposedly tethered to an object that I think is gideon's sword), the body horror starts falling from the walls

it's described as "sausages flung from a height" which is...quite the thing

like, I get what that sounds like, but also, maybe I didn't wanna know

harrow looks at the face of the waker/sleeper/alleged commander and says it's the woman from the poster of the shuttle

YASSSS GETTING CLOSER TO MY THEORY

like, I still don't know if the woman from the poster is commander wake or if she is indeed gideon's mom, but I'm going all in on this theory

now we have a little intermission in which everyone is waxing poetic about everyone else

this is the canaan house we always wanted to see

protozoa is giving heart eyes to mati nonius, mati is giving respects to harrow, ortus is saying he wants to write a poem about abby, magnus is telling ortus not to flirt with his wife as a joke but ortus looks mortified

and abby says ortus did most of the job but she also points out she corrected some of his spelling

which might have been the biggest mistake in magnus's and abby's lives because they just destroyed their polycule

you can't treat the ninth like that, fifth, they take it personally

but ortus is vindicated because his oshi, his favorite blorbo, his biggest hero, tells him nice things

harrowcita goes to check on the ghost corpse of the waker/sleeper/alleged commander and finds some tags

one of which says AWAKE

I THINK THAT'S MAYBE A. WAKE

AS IN COMMANDER WAKE

and I'm naming her amanda, as previously established

it would go well with the ancient tumblr meme

the prophecy

sure hope this isn't the famous alecto everyone keeps mentioning because it'd ruin my prophecy

abby tells harrow the only way to get rid of her for good is to destroy the object to which she's tethered to

which I suspect might be gideon's sword, so fuck all this

we're meant to lose gideon and her sword??? absolutely not

let the woman kill the emperor instead

ALSO

surprise! mati nonius is besties with gideon the first

now, for someone who was sold out to be super serious and not an extrovert, gideon the first knows EVERYONE

he knows mati nonius, he probably also knows, to some degree of intimacy yet undetermined, the commander, he might be somewhat related to our gideon

the man is everywhere

basically, mati nonius and gideon the first had the same speedrun friendship that gideon had with camilla

they fought each other once and one of them thought "you're friend-shaped :) "

so, mati nonius is willing to go help gideon the first with the beast

because, as we have previously seen, no other lyctor is currently doing what they were supposed to

so, ortus says he'll go with mati to help gideon the first

abby and magnus want him to go with them to be forever happy in their polycule, but it's too late

abby has insulted his spelling and magnus has made him feel uncomfy with his joke about the flirting

HOWEVER protozoa has told him he actually likes him AND has quoted poetry HE WROTE HIMSELF

enemies to friends to lovers to soulmates

martita, who was there the whole time, ties her sword to her broken hand and says she'll go with them

martita is actually cool for a second house person

judith, you didn't deserve her

NOW THERE'S A PROBLEM

A BIG ONE

if harrow doesn't go back to her body, she'll get lost and lose her mind in the river

if she does, though, she's gonna kill gideon for good

harrowcita has a crisis and a breakdown

(and also stops for just a second to remember gideon rolling up her sleeves)

magnus compares the situation to a breakup he had with abby one time, which I don't think really encompasses the gravity of this situation, but ok magnus, it sure is similar

I mean, the breaking up part maybe but the level of gravity of the situation? idk man

I'm sure breaking up with abby felt this dramatic to you but...it's a little different

abby and magnus leave, telling harrowcita that jeanne said to tell gideon "hi" if harrow sees her first

which is super cute of the kid tbh

so, that leaves us with real!dulcinea

who is still here because

1) much like her lyctor counterpart, is very resistant to dying for good

2) she's determined to get vanished into nothingness and disappear into the very essence of existence, which I think sounds pretty cool

"The Seventh says nothingness is the only truly beautiful thing anyway, so nyah"

3) also: "Actually, I've got something to tell you"

I SURE HOPE IT IS A WAY TO SAVE BOTH GIDEON'S AND HARROW'S LIVES

FINGERS CROSSED

and that's it for this chapter!!!! next time, I'm expecting more gideon and yandere twin antics!!!

[fatuismooches]

about reader and dottore having a child, i love imagining some lost agents being so terrified of our little sweetheart (bc look at him, he has the genes of a monster) but then being so shocked when he whipped up the brightest smile in all of teyvat (although if you ask him and dottore yours is brighter, like a sun compared to a star) and started happily leading them to their designated lap and segment

our little baby having some of readers birthmarks would be so cute, or like the hair is a little more like yours texture-wise, the eyes are way softer looking and has more of a spark... yk the tiniest detail only you and dottore would notice

speaking of that hehe imagining the sweetheart has the looks of your husband but the personality of you, you could get this boy to do so many things to dottore without many(- to none) questions. like idk, teasing him for yours but then you fall asleep on your hubby so your son takes over, using puppy eyes when you want attention bc double the cuteness turned out to be more effective... i have too many ideas and i almost feel bad for dottore now

but yeah just you and your precious son annoying your husband because you're both bored of sitting in bed all day

also some of the harbingers who don't really know you finding out years after your son was born is so funny to me for like no reason

like arlie not wanting a dottore segment around her children but he's also related to you so he wouldn't dare hurt any of them

a lot of agents would find out with rumors or being unlucky and put in a lap with a segment and him, then talking to the sweetheart and not being as scared (kind of)

some of the harbingers probably ended up finding out by the many things their agents "whisper" about

but childe, columbina, pantalone, the grandpa(im so sorry i cant remember his name), and then ofc pierro and her majesty Tsaritsa knew already. tsaritsa and pierro because i guess they kind of have to or they yk can tell. the rest was there while you(/something??) was pregnant for reasons. also childe (+ pantalone) is the uncle despite poor zandik trying to not let it happen, but he's good at the children thing, so he will let it slide (you threatened to not kiss him or any segment for two days, zandy would be spared dw)

i would also give you name ideas but my brain is dull and stopped working so meh

how dare you give him the illness even though it makes sense :<

-Luv ya

There are many things you can encounter in the Doctor's lab, being the place of research it is, but the most unbelievable thing is the little child that oddly resembles Lord Dottore that one can find wandering about sometimes (correction: that has somehow escaped from the watchful gaze of his parents.) Any agent that encounters this little guy always pauses in shock for a good few moments, watching the little blue-haired boy smile a smile as blinding as the sun, before whipping out the Fatui's Handbook to learn how to proceed with this matter. Needless to say, it is imperative for one to know how to deal with this situation - this is the Lord Harbinger, the Doctor, Il Dottore's child after all.

The child having Dottore's looks and your personality is the best combination you could ask for. Uncle Pantalone and Auntie Columbina have so, so much fun with your son, telling him the most ridiculous stories about his father, which your son repeats to Dottore, making the scientist want to end his two co-workers immediately. You do nothing to stop the show. Of course, you only make it worse. Needless to say, Dottore is absolutely tired of you two, but he loves you both so there's nothing he can really do other than scold you and then dispel his son's questions.

Dottore would keep the matter as private as possible, but that's kind of impossible considering how curious his kid grows to be (snuck out multiple times, landed in the House of the Hearth once, walked into one of the Captain's training sessions - he has a knack for riling things up, much like how you did a long time ago.) Despite the majority of people having... certain feelings toward the Doctor, well, at the very least they had to congratulate you. (Why would you ever raise a kid with him?) (Childe giving you the best advice ever about dealing with kids while Dottore stares daggers at him because you kicked him out...)

(I love Dadttore sm...)

[soobibabe]

MOA bitchFUL era 6 members - 6 active

yeonjun: GUYS SOMEONE GOT FUCKING PRoPOSED TO INFRONT OF ME yeonjun changed group's name to "moa bitchFUL era"

taehyun: thats nice. good for them. yeonjun: AT SEND OFF? ??? I THOUGHT MOAS WERE LIKE US??? you: bitchless? yeonjun: YES? WHAT HAPPENED TO TOGETHERNESS? kai: no you've got a point

soobin: that's crazy me personally if someone proposed to me in front of bebe rexha I would looking at them with a blank expression and ask "who dis?" ngl beomgyu: don't speak, peasant soobin: ? you: what's up with you two? kai: soobins is in another dating scandal with the same guy as last time and beomgyus mad because (a) soobin didn't deny it (b) he didn't tell any of us and (c) the week prior, they were on another bromance trip again :3

yeonjun: ik its pride month, and I'm happy for you beomgyu or condolences BUT WE AS A COLLECTIVE NEED TO PREPARE FOR DISASTER! CRISIS! SSSSOOOSSS beomgyu: kys soobin: im NOT dating Seonghwa, Q, Keonhee or Zhang Hao guys ^.^ kai: WHORE why do you remember all their names you: exactly!!! why do you have other friends Choi Soobin?????? beomgyu: oh but when I say it I'm gay huh 😒 yeonjun: HELLOou*oo))000? ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGnORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? MOA NO BITCHLESS ERA??? beomgyu: you're an elephant in the room taehyun: Oh, dear god. I fear you may actually be onto something yeonjun. What if we lose our fanbase? Should I start posting thirst traps again? Guys seriously. you: NO 🙅‍♀️🚫🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ we cannot go back to the dark ages PLSLLSLLSLS those tik tok posting schedules era was BRUTAL

yeonjun: Taehyun I love your big sexy wrinkled brain please don't change no jungkook kai: remember that time Namjoon exposed tyun for his JK wallpaper LMAOOOOOOOOOO taehyun: huening kai. kai: apologies. sorrows. soobin: oh my god no yeah pls TAEHYUN U ARE SO RIGHT y/n start first!!! guys!! this is an emergency!!!!!!!!!!!!! you: SHUTUTUT UPPUPPUPU yeonjun: Hes right, youre our main visual

beomgyu: guys if MOA start marrying each other does that mean no more fan service? if so I say lets support the movement!!! SICK and TIRED of seeing those "Y/N MARRY ME" comments on my welives soobin: hey I comment those taehyun: ??? you: well yeonjun: this reminds me of that one time I was on tik tok and a yeonjun x y/n imagine came up about us getting married and leaving txt OH MY GOD WAS THAT GOD FORESHADOWING kai: since when did you believe in god??? yeonjun: GUYS WHAT IF MOAS GETTING MARRIED ACTUALLY MEANS THAT Y/N AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED AND WE'LL LIVE HAPPILY E VER AFTER AND TXT WILL NOT GO EXTINCT AND WE KISS AND WE HOLD HANDS AND ONE DAY WE FALL INLOVE DEADASS AND HAVE 3 KIDS AND WE LIVE TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES AND RAISE LITTLE MODEL FASHION BABIES I CAN STYLE AND THEYD HAVE SUCH GOOD GENES DO YOU SEE THE VISION

beomgyu kicked yeonjun from moa bitchFULL era beomgyu: now that that's over, how about we go get ice cream? taehyun: sure. kai: ICE CREAM >>>.<<< ^////^

soobin: can we add him back i kinda like when he's off his hinges wait yes we can because I'm the leader and I say so HAHA soobin added yeonjun to moa bitchFUL era yeonjun: thanks soobin soobin did you know that I love you you know soobin? soobin kicked yeonjun from moa bitchFUL era soobin: boy wth was that you added yeonjun to moa bitchFUL era you: guys what if I said i have a long term low maintenance long distance low commitment casual boyfriend

you left moa bitchFUL era kai: ????? soobin: there's a g*n in my mouth actually yeonjun: did I just get cheated on? taehyun: wasn't I the long term low maintenance low commitment casual bf? wdym long distance?? kai: ????? x2 beomgyu: ☹️☹️?? I THOUGHT WE WERE SOULMATES?? soobin: ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

A/N: they’re all a little insane in today’s ep. sorry!

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Two Peas In A Pod

—A blessing... or a calamity in disguise?

Fandom: Blue Lock

Pairing: Nagi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor, Horror

Format: Short fic

Warnings: Breast feeding, Jealousy, Probably ooc!Nagi

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: Idk I just thought this would fit him lol. Might remind you of boss baby.

There are moments in life which can never be forgotten. Long awaited moments that leave a sweet velvety taste in your mouth and get engraved on your memory,

Moments like this.

Nagi is in hospital, standing next to the delivery room with his infant in his arms. He's wearing the most genuine smile he could ever wear, staring at his baby boy's angelic face. The baby has the tiniest hands ever that would get lost in his if he were to hold them, and the cutest chubby feet ever. He could just eat them right away.

"Wow Nagi, he looks just like you!" Reo says, smiling at the sight while snapping a picture. "You two are like two peas in the pod, except that his hair isn't long enough to be as messy as yours"

"I know. I did hope he'd take after y/n, but he's still cute"

Your husband looks so grown up like this with a baby in his hands. That's what makes Reo to snap another picture, this time in full frame of both Nagi and the baby. His smile is as soft as when he watched him saying his vow to you, and he can't help but to feel happy for his best friend.

"I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee and call Isagi and others. They've been waiting for the news"

"Ok"

Nagi's gaze doesn't leave the baby's face to follow Reo's footsteps walking away. He persistently stares at the baby's closed eyelids, wondering if they're hazel colored like his, or have the color of your eyes. Maybe it's a mixture of both, he thinks, if it's possible. He doesn't have to wait for long to find out though, because suddenly, the baby's eyelids start shuddering and in less than a second, they're wide open, displaying the warm chocolate brown color of his eye balls.

Every inch of his figure resembles his father. Even the look in his eyes is curious, just like Nagi's is right now.

"Welcome home, little thing. We're gonna have so much fun together, me and you"

…

"I don't think that's gonna happen"

Nagi doesn't know whether he should believe his ears, or his eyes. A talking baby? That's a miracle! Babies don't start talking until they're two years old, but this one in his arms was definitely the one talking a little while before, since his intense stare is piercing through Nagi's heart.

I must have very strong genes.

"What do you mean, that's not gonna happen?"

"Oh sorry, I guess I wasn't being clear on the matter" The baby speaks in a semi-grown up voice. "I meant that, you won't be having much fun from now on"

"How come?"

The baby's innocent expression is all gone. Now there's a straight yet devilish look on his face which Nagi doesn't find charming. "I thought you would already figure out that much, but I guess I was wrong. Heh...what a pain"

"Stop giving me that shit and tell me already"

"You don't care much for sharing; do you, my dear father?"

Oh.

Nagi doesn't like where this is going. He feels an unwelcoming sense of threat in his heart.

"So what? Are you saying you're gonna steal y/n from me?"

"No..."

The grin on the baby's face isn't casual. All of a sudden, Nagi doesn't find a single thing resembling him. The baby looks more like... Light Yagami from death note, the blond version.

"...I'm saying that I already have"

This can't be happening.

"Tough luck. You'll never be able to split us off. Y/n's love for me is boundless. I'm her one and only"

"You were her one and only" His gums are visible through his demonic smirk. "Now that I'm here, you won't get a quarter of the attention you used to receive. From now on, I'll be the one who sleeps in her arms at— well all the time. She'll always be near me, looking after me since I'm just a fragile little thing. The time she used to spend alone with you is gonna be limited to less than ten minutes, and your share of affection will also be mine. Even if you two do get the time to be alone with each other, she'll be too exhausted to even look at your face. She wouldn't miss it, since she gets to be with me all the time"

The world comes crashing down on the white haired man. Through his storming mind, he can see himself curled up under the strangely ice cold blanket while staring at you frustratingly, asking you to get in the bed with him already. But standing on the other side of the room, it feels like you're a thousand miles away, voice barely making its way to his hear yet so destructively striking him, saying you have to put the baby to sleep first. Even after doing that, you're so tired that you pass out on the bed before Nagi can even lay a finger on you.

"Not only that, I'm gonna take away all the other things you enjoy as well"

Another illusion appears before his eyes, only this time he's sitting on the couch, and you're standing in front of him, wearing a somewhat annoyed expression.

"I'm sorry Sei, but we can't afford to buy more video games anymore. We have to start saving up for Light's college"

No.... that can't be real. He can't give up on his video games for a serial killer's his child's future. That's absurd. You're not expecting him to do that, are you? You know how video games are important to him.

"Just you wait my stupid father, I will take everything you cherish in your life, and it starts from this very moment, with your most loved one"

His most... loved one?

Just as he's about to ask the little demon about his intention, the door to the room opens and a nurse comes out. "Alright! It's the baby's lunch time"

No. Not that.

"His lunch time? You mean, y/n's gonna feed her...?"

Nagi's voice is shivery, like he didn't know about how the babies drink milk. The nurse is a little taken aback by that, but still keeps her smile on.

"Yes sir, he needs to be fed right now, so if I may..." She reaches out to take the baby from his embrace, but fails when Nagi steps back.

"You... can't do that. I mean, this baby looks like he should drink formula milk instead of breast milk. It'll be better for him"

"The hell are you talking about, Nagi? Let the nurse take him to y/n" Reo suddenly appears next to him, giving him a questioning look.

"No— You don't understand— I—"

"What's up with you man? Here, ma'am; take the little thing to his mommy"

Nagi feels all the misery existing in the world raining on him as he watches the nurse take the infant to you. Reo looks away when you pull up your hospital gown to reveal the enchanting sight of your breast that are bigger than usual and are full of milk, all ready to be devoured in the baby devil's throat. This is it. The beginning of his torment, the sight of his most comforting treasure being possessed by another person, shattering his heart into a zillion pieces.

"No..."

The baby squeezes your right nipple with his hand, letting out a small whine.

"Stop it... No..."

You softly caress his cheek and baby talk him to enjoy his meal.

Why can't all of you people see his devilish smirk?

"No..."

The baby looks at him from the corner of his eyes. He's taking his most special thing, his stress balls, his warm pillows he snuggles his face into at nights, his soft squishies he plays with whenever he's bored, his delicious jello balls he sucks on to help him go to sleep...

"No... No... No..."

You hold your left boob and snuggle him closer to help him drink, and he helps himself out, by brutally taking it into his mouth.

It happens.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Then Nagi wakes up from his sleep.

Through his blurry vision, he recognizes his room in the middle of the night, and of course, your kind hand on his shoulder.

"Sei? Are you ok sweetheart?"

Nagi keeps panting. He hurriedly looks around the room to see any sign of the baby, but thankfully, he finds nothing. He can't ignore the cute bump of your belly under your oversized T-shirt though.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"If the baby looks like me we'll give it away"

"Excuse me??!"

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Helping Out. - A. Aretas 🫂❤️‍🩹

Title: Helping Out - A. Aretas 🫂 ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Some wounds take time to heal, but peace makes a difference.

Author's Note: Here's another drabble! I've also combined some requests. Enjoy! 💜 @blvzily @blackbat05

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2024

“You took my niece to Disney World?” Detective Marcus Burnett gasped toward his longtime partner Mike Lowrey.

“It was supposed to be this huge family vacation, but Spark had cramps over the weekend.” Mike acknowledged one of your nicknames.

“Did Armando join you and Christine?” Marcus even noted Mike's wife.

“Uh-uh.” Mike whistled downward. “This fool handed us the diaper bag and sprinted back home. His girl is so spoiled.”

“Be grateful.” Marcus grumbled the truth. “At least Armando didn't walk away from his child.”

“Shut up.” Mike squinted, definitely frustrated right now. “Don't keep hanging that shit over my head.”

"Take notes from your son.” Marcus continued speaking. “His lady could blink wrong and Armando swoops over like Superman. That's what you're supposed to do, especially when ya'll got kids.”

“No Disney tale for you.” Mike stood from his desk and walked away, fed up.

“So, are you mad at me for telling the truth? I'm not lying.” Marcus almost yelled.

"Not arguing with you, all right?” Mike grabbed his keys and stepped, leaving in the fly Porsche.

____

“Mind if I come over? We need to talk.” Mike put Armando on speaker while driving.

“I'm out. What's up?” Armando wouldn't really bond with Mike, but attempts were made.

“Where's Spark?” Mike recalled one of your nicknames again.

"She just put the baby to sleep, man. What's going on?” Aretas tried once more and mentioned you, his wife.

"I don't like this attitude.” Mike went on and genuinely vented. “Where you at?”

“The store.” Armando clipped words as usual.

“Whatever. See you in a minute.” Lowrey invited himself before ending the call.

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“I'm here!” Mike poked his head around the corner while entering your home.

“Hey, Mike! Armando just came back from the grocery store.” You started cooking as your daughter cooed from this high-chair.

“Princess ready to eat?” Mike waved to his beautiful granddaughter and this angel offered one adorable smile.

But nothing else compared when Armando returned to the kitchen.

“Princess stole your eyes.” Mike whispered as Armando beamed for once.

“Those are my mother's genes.” Aretas gently corrected his father, but would still face the Princess while smiling. "¿Tienes hambre?"

“Can't believe you settled down.” Mike took his place and sat.

“Easy when you have this one.” Armando walked toward your path and blew kisses, thankful.

You jokingly rolled both eyes and finished cooking. Even Armando and Mike helped set the table.

The little baby clapped her small hands together when everyone sat down for this meal.

Chaos didn't matter, not anymore.

[cherryrainn]

OMG HIII!! I see you write for KISS now. I lit hit the jackpot with your page omgg..

My request is Ace Frehley x Reader who is Pauls younger sister? Like Paul is super overprotective of her and yeah do as you wish with that.

SECRET .

; pairing ; ace frehley x reader

; note ; i'm so happy i love these all 4 of these sillies so much i love you anon

; warnings ; none

paul’s overprotective nature kicked in as he introduced you to the band – his closest friends.

ace, with his signature grin, was the first to speak up.

"hey there, little sis. paul's been keepin' you a secret," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

paul shot ace a warning look. "ace, this is y/n. my sister. and she’s off limits, got it? and that goes for both of you too." he said looking over at gene and peter.

ace raised his hands in mock surrender. "alright, alright. sister is off-limits, i hear you loud and clear."

after that, surprisingly, they respected his wishes. and from that day forward, the band welcomed you like an honorary member.

as the years rolled by, your friendship with the band, especially ace, got a lot deeper, and the once-clear lines of "off-limits" became a really blurry mix. late-night parties turned into lingering glances, and inside jokes became a secret language only the two of you understood.

one day, during a rehearsal break, you found yourself sitting next to ace. he leaned in, a sly grin playing on his lips. "y'know, y/n, if i didn't know any better, i'd say you're flirting with me."

you shot back with a playful smirk. "flirting? me? never. must be your imagination."

ace chuckled, his eyes lingering on yours. "imagination, huh? well, it's either that or you're developin' a serious crush on the spaceman."

you nudged him playfully. "please, ace, i think you've been spending too much time with those guitars. they're warping your sense of reality."

he leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "or maybe," he whispered, "reality’s finally catching up with the both of us."

a sudden throat-clearing sound broke the intimate moment. both you and ace turned to find gene and peter standing behind you, wearing knowing smirks.

"well, well, well," gene said, a wicked grin on his face. "looks like the lovebirds are finally figuring it out."

peter joined in, chuckling. "about time. we've been placing bets on when you two would stop dancin' around each other."

you shot ace a look of disbelief, and he just shrugged, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. "guess the secret's out, huh?"

gene raised an eyebrow. "oh, please. we've known for ages. paul, on the other hand, is a bit slow on the uptake."

peter nodded in agreement. "he's been clueless about the whole thing. you might wanna break the news to him, ace."

ace scratched his head, looking a bit guilty. "yeah, about that..."

gene and peter erupted into a chorus of exaggerated groans and mock complaints. "oh, great. just what we needed," gene lamented, rolling his eyes dramatically.

peter chimed in with a mock whine. "seriously, we're gonna need a whole new set of rules for this. 'off-limits' my ass."

you exchanged amused glances with ace as the duo continued their exaggerated complaints, their reactions more akin to little boys than seasoned rockstars.

ace raised his hands in mock surrender. "alright, alright, settle down. it's not like we planned this."

gene shot ace a deadpan look. "not planned? with those looks you've been giving each other, it's like a soap opera around here."

peter added, "next thing ya know, we'll be playin' at weddings instead a' concerts."

as the banter reached its peak, the door creaked open, and in walked paul, looking as stern as ever. the room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to him.

for a moment, paul just stood there, a confused expression on his face, scanning the room with a raised eyebrow. gene opened his mouth to say something, but before a single word escaped, peter delivered a swift punch to his arm, shutting him up instantly.

paul walked around the couch slowly, eyeing each of you with a piercing gaze, but still pretty confused. the tension in the room was palpable as he approached, his eyes locking onto ace and you.

without a word, paul continued to stare for what felt like an eternity. the room was filled with an awkward silence as paul made his way towards the door behind you guys.

as he exited and closed the door, the silence exploded into something else. gene and peter immediately started throwing hurling insults at each other.

"what the fuck, paul's gonna kill us!"

"did you see the look on his face?"

"fuck you!"

"what!?"

ace shot a glare at the duo. "you couldn't keep it together for two minutes, could you?" he grumbled.

peter shot back, "well, maybe if someone knew how t' control his fuckin' hormones!"

gene chimed in, "yeah, ace, keep it in your pants."

ace shot back, "at least i have hormones. there's no sign of any in your pants!" ace laughed, and peter joined in

"you guys are unbelievable," you sighed, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. "paul doesn't even know what's going on, and you're acting like a bunch of teenagers caught doing something they shouldn't."

gene scoffed. "you think he won't find out? he's got a sixth sense for these things."

"no he doesn-"

ace cut you off. "well, if he didn't know before, he sure as hell knows now. thanks, guys."

peter rolled his eyes. "was bound to happen sooner or later."

as time went on, your relationship with ace continued to progress. you managed to keep it a secret from paul, and surprisingly, peter and gene were respectful of your privacy.

one evening, as you and ace snuck from the band's after-party to have a moment on the rooftop, peter casually approached, pretending to be absorbed in his drumsticks.

peter smirked, glancing up from the sticks. "enjoyin' the view up here?"

ace chuckled, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "yeah, it's not bad."

peter raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between the two of you. "so, how long has this been goin' on anyway? like when'd you guys become official?"

you shot him a skeptical look. "you knew about us actually getting together?"

peter grinned. "of course, we fuckin' knew. we're not blind, y'know."

ace added with a smirk, "apparently, gene n' peter are still runnin' a betting pool on when paul would finally catch on."

you rolled your eyes. "figures."

peter leaned against the rooftop railing, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you guys betta' be careful. if paul finds out, he might lecture ace on the dos and don'ts of dating his sister."

ace laughed. "i can handle paul. besides, he's still clueless. we've been.. discreet."

gene appeared out of nowhere, joining the conversation with a smirk. "discreet, my ass."

gene's comment was met with a collective eye roll from both you and ace. "yeah, yeah, laugh it up." ace retorted, waving him off.

peter added, "he's just jealous he's not parta' the love story."

the rooftop banter with gene and peter had lightened the mood, and the two troublemakers left you and ace alone under the night sky. as they vanished from sight, ace turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"well, that was interesting," he said, a playful grin on his face.

you laughed, shaking your head. "yup. those two are something else."

ace leaned in, his lips close to your ear. "you know what would be even more interesting?"

you raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "enlighten me."

without another word, ace closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. the world around you seemed to fade as the rooftop became an intimate space just for the two of you.

when you pulled away, the grin on ace's face told you everything you needed to know. "now, that was interesting," he said.

you chuckled, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. "very interesting."

the tender moment between you and ace was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a slamming door. both of you turned to see paul standing there, a furious expression etched on his face. the atmosphere shifted from sweet to tense in an instant.

"paul," ace began, attempting to defuse the situation, but paul held up a hand, cutting him off.

"don't.," paul seethed. "you thought i wouldn't find out?"

ace glanced at you briefly, then back at paul. "did gene and peter tell you?"

"what!?" paul's eyes widened in disbelief. "gene and peter knew? and they didn't tell me? what?"

you couldn't help but interject, frustration creeping into your voice. "why are you so mad? i'm an adult, and i can do whatever i want. it's not hurting me or anyone."

paul's anger seemed to waver as he looked at you, realizing the truth in your words. he took a deep breath and sighed, the tension in the palpable.

"i can't believe they knew and didn't say anything," paul muttered, his initial fury giving way to a sense of betrayal.

ace put a hand on paul's shoulder. "look, it wasn't their secret to share. we wanted to tell you when the time was right."

paul turned to ace, a mix of frustration and curiosity in his eyes. "so, when did this happen? how long have you two been… you know?"

ace grinned, sensing a change in paul's tone. "well, it's been a while, but we were tryna figure out the best way t' tell ya."

paul's expression softened. "you two? really?"

you nodded, a small smile forming. "yeah. he's been my best friend for so long, and we just realized that we care about each other in a different way."

paul's initial frustration gave way to a subtle grin. "ace, you sneaky son of a bitch. of all the people, it had to be you."

ace chuckled. "yeah, well, you know me."

paul laughed, shaking his head. "can't believe I didn't see this coming."

you playfully nudged paul. "surprise! now, are you okay with this?"

paul looked at both of you, a genuine smile on his face. "honestly, i'm sorta relieved. at least it's ace. i'd rather have my best friend dating my sister than some random guy. just promise me you'll take care of her, okay?"

ace gave him a mock salute. "you got it."

paul clapped ace on the shoulder. "alright, okay. now, go be happy or whatever."

[bat-stuff]

Damian Wayne headcanons: “Totally can make girls swoon as long as he’s not standing next to Damian (we’ll talk about Damian’s body and pretty boy features in another post)”, can we get that post discussing Damian’s pretty boy features and how he most likely gets the most people coming after him thx to his perfect mix of Talia and Bruce’s genes (Talia’s brown skin color, her green cat shaped eyes w/long eyelashes, Bruce’s face (tho I headcanon the older dami gets the more he physically resembles Talia until the resemblance is uncanny, or he grows to become a perfect match of both his parents facial features), hairline (unless dami grows his hair out a little more in the future), the Wayne charm etc.)????????? Also how the others (Collin, Jon, & Billy) attractive looks attract others as well?????

Honestly, I totally forgot that Tumblr existed for a while so thess are way overdue. But here we go.

Also, excuse Damian's for being hella long but I've had a lot of time to think about Damian

Ok I also have a feeling that I haven't mentioned this before ...

All my content for these boys is aged up, which means they aren't a gaggle of 12 year olds. I'm imagining them between the ages of 16 and 18 unless otherwise stated.

DAMIAN WAYNE, JON KENT, COLIN WILKES, AND BILLY BATSON FEATURES HEADCANONS

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DAMIAN WAYNE

Damian has green eyes, I know people will argue and say he has blue but his eyes are definitely a dark mossy green.

Though they definitely have the capability of changing color in the sunlight, they light up and turn into lighter shades depending on the lighting and time of day, but personally I think they are a dark mossy green.

I don't want to spend too much time on Damian's eyes but for example, in Gotham they tend to be darker because of the atmosphere, whereas when Damian goes to see Jon in Metropolis, they'll be lighter shades because of the sunlight

He 100% has Talia's eyes, and facial structure. I can see him having more of Bruce's features, but his facial and body structure is closer to Talia.

Strong jawline but softer than Bruce's. Damian looks a bit like Bruce but not as sharp, so to speak. His face is slimmer and more rounded, his eyes are more pointed and are sharper but Bruce's are wider.

Bruce is ruggedly handsome, Damian is flawlessly pretty.

Damian's body structure is closer to Talia's too.

I don't see Damian really being able to pack on muscle mass in the future like Bruce. As Damian gets older his body structure looks a lot like Dick's, he's very well fitted.

He does have nice biceps tho. To the point where when he moves you could feel the muscle flex underneath if you were touching them

(If you haven't experienced this personally with anyone, I highly suggest it. Biceps are hot.)

He doesn't have thick thighs like Jason, but he's still very muscular. Sometimes it's hard to tell unless he's flexing, he's not busting out of his clothes, but he is quite strong.

On to other features, Damian isn't white.

I think we've all established it by now but just to make sure.

His skin is a lot like Talia's, light olive skin. Though, in the summer, if Damian gets even the smallest ounce of light he tans instantly. I'm the winters in Gotham, one might mistake him for white because his skin is lighter but once he's put next to Tim it's easy to see that he's not.

Damian has perfect eyebrows. Nothing else needs to accompany this. His eyebrows are flawless.

Ok, so hair. Another thing I've seen some disagreement on.

I believe Damian's hair is Black, like Bruce. But unlike Bruce it's not coarse and heavy. It's light, wispy and soft. When he was younger at the manor he used to gel it up, but now that he's older he's come to realize that it'll just go wherever he wants and it will be fine.

Damian's voice, which I've kinda already covered, is wide range. He can sound like a little girl or Corpse. He generally leans towards a deeper voice, it vibrates a little so if he's talking while you're touching him in some way you can feel the grumble.

He hums a lot. Not musically, but in response to things. He's taken up a habit of humming into words, like saying "mkay" instead of "okay".

I strongly believe that Damian doesn't laugh, he chuckles. Deep, hearty chuckles that make anyone whose near stop and listen to him laugh. He also snickers and sharply exhales through his nose to make that snorting/snickering sound, I don't know what it's called but I think you can guess what I'm talking about.

Damian doesn't have veiny hands, sorry to disappoint. But his hands are very soft for being a swordsman. His skin is very smooth and he doesn't have many imperfections. No birthmarks because of the Artificial Womb, courtesy of Talia.

Not me going back to his eyes, but he squints a lot. Out of confusion, anger, just looking at something, disgust. His eyes generally take the shape of siren eyes, so it doesn't look unnatural that he gives people sharp looks unintentionally.

His lips are on the thinner side but are still soft. Boy definitely uses chapstick. He doesn't have a big mouth or a little one, he's very well proportioned.

Probably has a plump bottom lip tho

Many know this but he frowns a lot. It's not because he's upset, but it's his thinking face. His eyebrows scrunch together when he's doing this too. If he's thinking about something unpleasant his nose with wrinkle. When Damian's thinking hard he looks very confused and upset.

Nicely shaped abs. He has a long torso

HELLA PRETTY SHOULDERS AND BACK MUSCLES MY GUY

Smells like pine needles and sandalwood. Definitely a rich person scent that's strong but not overpowering.

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BILLY BATSON

Figured I would start with Billy because if we're ranking them, he's the second prettiest.

Personal opinion but you'll see what I mean.

So Billy's eyes are brown. Like a dark, chocolate brown.

Some people might say "Well in the dcau and Young Justice they're blue" but I have a personal belief that they're brown. How many blue eyed superheroes and children of superheroes are there? Too many. They're brown.

In the sun they turn into a dark honey color

DEFINITELY has light freckles across his cheeks, I mean really light tho. You would have to be pretty close to him to see them

Billy's hair is soft, and medium brunette.

it's sort of straight, but kinda wavy

the length of it depends on the season, for instance in the summer he has it cut shorter in the back. But in the winter he lets it grow out a bit more

The skinniest of the bunch but it suits him

He's not SKINNY tho, I mean he's being compared to Superboy, Batman's son, and a Gym Rat Gothamite, cut the little guy some slack

Billy has very slender, lean build. Most likely doesn't have Damian-level muscle but he's still easy on the eyes shirtless

Billy has a a bit of a lopsided smile that sometimes expresses laziness

Teeth smile 100%

He has that sort of soft handsome look

Where Damian is very sharp and defined Billy is smooth

He has softer cheek bones (squishy cheeks) and a defined yet round jawline

Billy has thinner lips

I'm not sure how to describe them honestly

Very calm deep voice, deepest voice of the bunch, adding on to this I imagine that he likes to sing and is the best vocalist in the group

His laugh, contrast to Damian, is boisterous and very open mouthed. He's loud and sometimes it sounds like a cackle, but most of the time Billy has a charming laugh that fills the room

Billy almost smells sugary with a hint of linen. Like warm bed sheets but they were washed next to a bakery.

(He once accidentally stole Mary's Japanese Cherry Blossom lotion and now has this sort of addiction to cherry scented things)

Honestly, Billy smells like a lot of things all the time, so the best description is that he smells very warm and sweet

Boy is part of the super soft hands club

Long. Freaking. Eyelashes.

Like, they might tickle you when you kiss him long

(This isn't a romance headcannon but he would be a great person to kiss, OOOH NEXT POST IDEA)

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JON KENT

Ok so on to Jonathan

So our boys eyes are a sky blue

An open sky in the country, and where some eyes have grey tones, Jon's don't

Dark, black hair that has a loose curl to it

A lot of times it hangs down in his eyes so he developed a tendency to play with his hair

He has one of those headbands that comb/hold back your hair, and he wears it a lot

Wouldn't wear it around the guys, there's no way Colin wouldn't make a little fun of him for it. Damian honestly wouldn't care and Billy would probably buy one once he sees Jon wear it

He has pretty fair skin, but tans often due to being in the Sun at the farm a lot.

Has tan lines on his wrist and ankles from bracelets, he's that kind of guy

I mentioned in a previous post that Jon isn't really big on sweating so our boy probably always smells very clean

His scent is lemony with a hint of linen.

Not that the other boys don't smell clean, Jon is just less musky

Jon us bulkier than Damian and Billy, but smaller than Colin.

Another member of the super soft hands club, as well as the pretty shoulders club

he has a soft voice, but it also holds a lot of energy. He talks fast

the highest pitched voice of the bunch, and for the longest time was slightly squeaky.

lovely sounding voice, can't sing for shit tho. Hes a bit tone deaf.

has DEFINED dimples, the king of dimples

always has a content look on his face, looks and is incredibly friendly

I have a feeling Jon doesn't have completely straight teeth, but still a beautiful, toothy smile

he isn't a mouth breather but has a habit of staring at people with his mouth open a bit.

kinda like a goldfish

lip biter (In the cute/hot way)

(ok so my best comparison for Jon is Dave Lizewski from Kick-Ass. I feel like they would have similar energy. I feel like he and Jon would sound similar as well.)

Toned abs. He doesn't even try, they just happen

nice arms, not super huge but you can visibly see the muscle

His entire vibe is secretly buff nerd boy

loves his glasses, only takes them off when he suits up

they're the round-ish square ones with the iron rim (Dave Lizewski glasses)

sharp jawline, but has a square face

Pouty, thick lips

Jon has fairly big hands, and skinny fingers.

Slightly veiny hands

Has never had a lick of acne in his life so incredibly clean face

Definitely a pretty boy

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COLIN WILKES

Colin is definitely the scraggiliest of the 4

Silly ginger boy

Has straight-ish hair but probably got a perm at some point and it kinda worked for him so he's recently discovered that if he puts stuff in his hair and takes care of it right he has some natural wave

Puppy dog brown eyes that look like melted chocolate

Used to have freckles but they faded as he got older so you only see them if you're extra close

Colin had the widest smile of the group

Never had braces because he couldn't afford it so his teeth are a bit uneven

But they were significantly worse when he was a middle schooler so he's glad they figured themselves out a bit

BIG BOY

THE BIGGEST BOY

This dude has the broadest shoulders of the group, the thickest thighs, the meatiest arms.

Colin is built like a tank

Has the veiniest hands, and they never go away. Just constant veins

Is ALWAYS smirking/smiling.

Has a look on his face that always makes it seem like he'd done something bad and he's proud of it

Obviously he hasn't but it somehow lands him in trouble 9/10 times

Colin is the palest of the group, not just because he roasts like a turkey in the son but because he obviously lives in Gotham, where sunlight doesn't exist

Like Billy, his lips are on the thinner side, but they're NEVER chapped. Loves chapstick, probably would eat it

Colin has a fairly round face, when he was younger he had huge gigantinormous ears, but by 15 he had grown into them

If any of the boys had a glow up it was Colin, he went from Kiddo to Daddy within a summer

Smells like grass and mahogany. Also lysol. Sometimes leather. It depends on what time of day it is.

In the morning, it's lysol and leather because that's when he goes to the gym. But after he showers it's mahogany and like Irish spring. But by the end of the day, for some reason he smells like grass and no one can figure out why

Colin's just kinda strange

His voice is lower than Jon's, but slightly higher than Billy's. (When he's Abuse his voice is much, much deeper)

It's rumbly

Has the best morning voice

When Colin laughs, it's a cackle. He sounds like a hyena

Definitely has toned muscles. The most defined muscles of the group

Has ENORMOUS hands

Rough and calloused from weightlifting but the rest of him is fairly soft

Rougher face because he shaves, puberty hit him HARD

He's not pretty, he's hot

[moonlitmmarie]

Goku, upon Trunks and Goten coming out: "But how do two guys...uh...y'know? Eh, whatever makes you happy! Hey, you'll have a buffet at the wedding, right?"

(Also, while he's not the very sentimental type, I think even he would be a little touched that he and Bulma, his very oldest friend, are part of the same family now.)

Bahaha of course Goku had really nothing else on his mind but food. I totally agree about the one family thing though. There was that one time in DBZ that Bulma mused about how she missed her chance with Goku, so I think that she would look at the newlyweds TruTen and look back at that moment and realize Goku and her will become family one way or another. Like there's something magnetic about her genes and his genes and there's nothing they could really do to stop their descendants from getting along and ultimately fusing the two families into one. She would think that fate really has it way of turning things out, and she can't say she mind it one bit as she is now as happy as she could be.

Goku of course wouldn't think all that, but yeah he would all be like, "Gosh Bulma and Vegeta, I guess being in-laws makes us family now!" Vegeta would be absolutely fuming and seething at the statement and would only calm down once he thinks about his two sons (yes Vegeta sees Goten as one of his own in my eyes. Not in a too sentimental and accepting way but he tolerates the kid enough and then eventually you see a Vegeta acknowleging Goten by his name and caring about the boy's opinion of himself such as asking if Goten likes his moustache in GT.) And Vegeta obviously cares about Trunks' happiness and well-being too, so if he said something to object to this idea ("You're enamoured with this dumb brat?") and Trunks stood up during dinner with Goten's greasy, food-scattered fingers intertwined with his own, shouting, "But Daddy Papa I love him!", he would discard all of his past efforts to give a shit about his son's romantic interest and just, "Alright do whatever you want, at least he's a warrior and you're a warrior." (something something Saiyan women being fiery and with fighting spirits something something Vegeta doesn't know which of them is the woman in this case but it's not applicable anyway because they're both men but oh well he ran out of fucks to give at this point).

But he used his (fake) disapproving overprotective dad attitude to force them to give him something in order to get his approval of their relationship. He settled with them making sure the kids have traditional Saiyan names. They could very well be named 'Son Gohan the Third' or 'Vegeta the Fifth', but I took the liberty to explore other vegetable names.

Chichi took a lot of convincing before she could begin to accept the idea that her son is into men/his best friend. She would freak out over not having anymore grandchildren. When they managed to assure her she will have a grandkid with the power of Shenlong, she worries that the kid would fade away and vanish should Shenlong's existence is erased or some other threats to the universe. Only when she holds the little baby girl breathing and living and squeaking in her arms is her mind at ease.

Thank you for the ask, it was fun to share my own headcanons ❤️

[greycaelum]

I loved the interview with Mr. and Mrs. Gojo, my precious babies, and this time I would like to start again but in a parallel universe with the Grand Duke and the future Grand Duchess. Please note that as an aspiring journalist, I have a lot of questions. I grab my notebook and pen, let's go!

Forgive me in advance during this interview, I may lack tact and go straight to the point.

Firstly, how are Your Graces doing? Forgive me for my peasant vocabulary, as I am not part of the nobility (and furthermore, I do not speak English properly, the difficulties are piling up), but I will do my best!

The common people would like to learn more about the two of you. You make such a lovely couple (yes, I am flattering you because I love both of you). How did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight? Both of you at the same time?

By the way, if you had to define your love, what would it be? Here are some examples, but there are many others: True love, Love at first sight, Girls Fall first and boys fall hard, Soulmates, Right person right time, Sun and moon, First love, Pure love, Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, etc.

When will Madame officially become the Grand Duchess? Your Grace, can't you surpass the codes? And if not, why?

Furthermore, how did your relationship become official in high society despite not being engaged?

Please, enlighten us. Your Grace holds the highest title after the royal family, and I understood that you have as much influence as the Emperor himself. So how should people address you? Maybe I am not very clear, but basically, how should they call you in public and in private? And for you, Madame? Since you are not yet married, you do not have a title, if I am not mistaken? Or do you still have a temporary title before becoming the Grand Duchess? (us peasants want to know…)

By the way, did it pose any problems not being born "noble" and "vampire"? High society people can be so uptight! Love is not up for discussion, regardless of origin, skin color, race, or social status! Madame, did you have any troubles? Tell me their names, and I'll write a scandalous article about these brutes!

Madame was a human before your encounter, but how did you become a vampire? Does a bite suffice? Can anyone become a vampire? And can all vampires transform humans, or only pure-blooded ones like Monsieur?

Before your encounter with Madame, did you drink human blood, or did you manage to live all those years without drinking blood thanks to your family genes?

Are there other pure-blooded families among the vampires?

If I understood correctly, the world you live in is a mix of several races, which is beautiful in terms of coexistence, but in your kingdom, are there only vampires or also humans? Is the Emperor a vampire or a human?

Is there a hierarchy among vampires? Which one?

Why are there hunters on your territory? (it's suicidal or someting) Do vampires have to live hidden?

Madame, a personal question for you, have you never wondered about your origins? You are divinely beautiful and unique, even in a vampire society small laugh Is it something that intrigues you? Also, you don't ask yourself any questions about your family? And you, Monsieur, do you not have any questions? (Regardless, you are very well-suited!)

You're not married, but have you already consummated the non-marriage? Was it your first time? Madam, you seem so pure! And Sir, you seem so...so...just. I know it, we know it, you know it, they know it, you are attractive people. (I am risking my life for my article) We want answers.

Now, a little genetic question, the Gojo family is a pure-blooded family, and by marrying Madame, there will potentially be an heir with hybrid blood. Could this imply new things for the Gojo family? Does the power in vampires reside in their blood?

I know Mr. Gojo will not be happy with what I am about to say, but… I can't wait for you to get married, have children, and especially a daughter… diabolical laughter Yes, you understood! A love story with the dark-eyed crown prince and the little blue-eyed Gojo princess EHEHEHEHEHE!

One last question, this one concerns Madame. It has been noticed that among vampires, you are… weaker than the norm? For example, you have smaller fangs than other vampires (that's too cute). My question is: is it because you were human before? Or is it something unique and inexplicable? I'm sorry for these questions that may seem silly to you, but I'm not really well-informed about vampires. As you may have noticed, I'm just… a little fairy (just a Winx for today ahah).

I leave here alive and with plenty of information, thank you for everything! Invite me to the wedding, and I will write a great article! It will sell like hotcakes. Take care.

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—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

You chuckled remembering how you made him agree. Some spilled wine on the carpet, soft gasps, and ripped his tunic while the rough wall pressed ever so flatly on your back with his hand pinning your wrist as his fangs buried themselves in the sweet concave of your enticing neck. "I can hear what you're thinking, Kitten," Satoru growled ever so lowly warning you with the mind link flashing the debauchery you trapped him with just to make him agree.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (4.2k)/ Grand Duke and his subtle love languages, an overview of vampire tradition and culture, suggestive hints at the end

❦︎ A/N: Thank you for the 3k guys, I'm so happy to have you all in this small corner 😭, with my tightest hugs and head pats, bear with me til I finally get that holiday vacation and we'll celebrate~ ✒️☕ a huge hug to the person who sent this, it was fun exploring LaLuna's culture and tradition because of your ask~

Yuta informed you a day ago that a columnist from the imperial court is coming. Along with it is an envelope sealed with the Emperor's stamp.

Reading through the parchment, you sighed and found yourself in a position.

"His Imperial Highness must have a lot of time on his hands to start gossiping about his nephew..." You reread the parchment to confirm you're not misinterpreting things.

Dear Future Niece-in-Law,

I am writing to inform you that I let the high society know of my approval of your presence in my rascal nephew's life. Hence, I will send a columnist to Albastru to write a column for you in my imperial gazette for the next week. Drag my nephew and strap him on the chair if you have to.

It was stamped not just with any official seal but the Emperor's imperial seal.

Did his daughter steal the imperial seal and send this prank?

Unfortunately, Yuta informed you the Emperor himself directly sent the messenger, and the supposed meeting will be in a day or two. That leaves you almost slim to no chance of convincing Satoru in this little charade the Emperor has put on your shoulders.

"I didn't expect you'd agree so easily, Your Grace. What gives?" You cleared your throat as Satoru walked beside you with your hands entwined in his. He insisted that the two of you wear the same blue and white coordinated dress. If you're a little more shameless today, you would poke fun at him that he's more excited than you are. Yet you refrained from doing so... He might change his mind and not do the interview.

Satoru's face remained stoic as he looked ahead to the drawing room.

Bashful... 

You chuckled remembering how you made him agree.

Some spilled wine on the carpet, soft gasps, and ripped his tunic while the rough wall pressed ever so flatly on your back with his hand pinning your wrist as his fangs buried themselves in the sweet concave of your enticing neck.

"I can hear what you're thinking, Kitten," Satoru growled ever so lowly warning you with the mind link flashing the debauchery you trapped him with just to make him agree.

"What? I'm not doing anything, Your Grace." You couldn't hold back the chuckle as his jaw twitched, clearly holding back.

"Behave before I drag you into that vacant room and forego this audience you've worked hard to secure from me." Your eyes wandered to the nearest room where his eyes landed and raised a brow at you. Perhaps that is indeed enough teasing for now... 

He opened the door for you, and inside, the columnist was waiting with a bright smile. You exchanged some pleasantries. Of course, Satoru only answered with a few grunts and nods. Yuta came in with a tray of snacks and tea.

You both sat across the columnist and started the meeting.

"Forgive me in advance during this interview, I may lack tact and go straight to the point."

Firstly, how are Your Graces doing? Forgive me for my peasant vocabulary, as I am not part of the nobility but I will do my best!

"We're doing fine, thank you for coming. I know how far the Imperial Capital is to Albastru." You smiled. "I hope you didn't have a hard time during your travel."

"You want chamomile tea?" Satoru ignored the journalist and carefully set your ornate oriental cup of tea and a plate of your favorite sweets in front of you.

You looked at him for a few seconds before sighing, reminding him of the guest, but the Grand Duke simply shrugged and motioned for the columnist to continue. He almost growled as you fixed a plate of sweets for the columnist but since you knew him well already it doesn't take much thought to fix him a plateful of candied orange to appease his territorial stance.

No one wants a grumpy Grand Duke, more so a jealous one. It seems like the journalist already knew of your mate's territorial behavior and easily waved it off professionally and started the interview.

The common people would like to learn more about the two of you. You make such a lovely couple. How did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight? Both of you at the same time?

It was such a straightforward question you had to blink for a few seconds to register the notion.

His Grace, however, simply crossed his legs and sipped on his cup of tea. The frown earlier disappeared, replaced by a lopsided smirk, showing off his pointy canines.

"I recognized who she is to me the second I saw her..." Satoru vaguely answered.

Of course... Vampires and their innate ability to recognize their mates... Unlike you who was still a mortal at that time, clueless and in shambles after your near-death experience.

"I think... it's a gradual process. For me, it was never love at first sight." You shake your head. "We went on a slow but steady process, His Grace has been very gentle and attentive in educating me about the difference between humans and vampires, somehow along the way I just knew we wanted each other in our lives." You beamed.

By the way, if you had to define your love, what would it be? Here are some examples, but there are many others: True love, Love at first sight, Girls Fall first and boys fall hard, Soulmates, Right person right time, Sun and moon, First love, Pure love, Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, etc.

"My only one." Satoru curtly answered. He added a few more Turkish delights to your plate.

"We are already mates... so our souls are tied together." You thought to yourself finding the right word. "I guess, he's my fate that I never thought I would find."

His Grace looked at you, and despite his stoic face, the monocle shielding his eyes wasn't compelling enough to hide how his cerulean eyes turned fifty shades of dark blue from your words. Satoru silently turned his attention back to his tea, but his shoulders were visibly much more relaxed than earlier and you could see the corner of his lips turn up.

When will Madame officially become the Grand Duchess? Your Grace, can't you surpass the codes? And if not, why?

"Soon enough." His Grace answered this time. "Even the Emperor does not have the power to force the rule of succession after the death of a family member as the succession is not a matter of royal title or power but a rite of passage. Every noble family has a sacred tree where a rvet *(1/8 gram) of ash from every family member is stored inside from the time he is born. The sacred tree knows when a family member dies and will not accept any ashes within the three-year mourning period thus, no rite of passage into the family shall occur during that three years."

Furthermore, how did your relationship become official in high society despite not being engaged?

With this question, His Grace smirked, flashing his dangerous sharp fangs, and loosened the cuffs of his sleeves, revealing a vivid mate mark of a black butterfly looming over a red lotus.

"Who else can dare mark me?"

Who would? Heads would roll down to the ground before anyone could sink their fangs into his body. Unless it's someone he permits to do so... And that someone could only be you.

"His Grace and I are already with our mate marks... Weddings aren't necessarily required in vampire culture although they may seem right to be celebrated ostentatiously, however it's not mandatory. But as long as we both have marked each other that is already enough to profess to whom we belong." You smiled and peeled your sleeve on your shoulder to reveal three blue roses adorning your shoulderblade... The blue roses symbolize how unattainable the Grand Duke is, but he found his place in you. The blue rose has finally found his garden to bloom in.

"I would give you the grandest wedding this empire has ever seen." The Grand Duke frowned. His fingers found your smallest finger and toyed with it. Soon his family heirloom will adorn your fourth finger. What makes you think he will spare any fortune to lavish you with everything you deserve? "Although the wait may take a little longer, I assure you our wedding won't lack anything." He stared into your eyes with certainty.

You squeezed his hand, reminding him that you were in the journalist's presence and it wasn't the time for such bold words... But knowing the Grand Duke, he remained unfazed and kept playing with your finger... Kissing them to assure you.

Sapphires... Sapphires would look breathtaking on you. He thought at the back of his mind, making sure you wouldn't hear his aspirations for you through the mind link.

Please, enlighten us. Your Grace holds the highest title after the royal family, and I understood that you have as much influence as the Emperor himself. So how should people address you? Maybe I am not very clear, but basically, how should they call you in public and in private? And for you, Madame? Since you are not yet married, you do not have a title, if I am not mistaken? Or do you still have a temporary title before becoming the Grand Duchess? (us peasants want to know...)

"Oh! I was also confused when I first arrived here." You huffed. "But to adequately address him in public, especially in the Imperial Court, is His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Satoru Gojo of Albastru. In private matters, you may call him Your Highness or His Grace, Grand Duke Satoru. His Grace is not specific with titles, so don't worry about angering him if you mistake his title." You smiled.

"I am specific with titles..." The Grand Duke frowned. "I am making an exception only for you." He made sure to punctuate those words.

You shake your head and chuckle.

"To help you understand his title, His Grace descended from the House of Gojo, which is his Father's family. The Gojo lineage holds the highest military position in the Empire passed down to the generation, thus the title of the Grand Duke, and their territory is the Grand Duchy of Albastru. His Grace is titled 'His Imperial Highness' instead of 'His Royal Highness' with the reason that he pretends the rite of succession for the imperial throne because of his Mother's family which is the reigning imperial family of Parsua Amara. Simply put, aside from his official title as the grand duke, he is also a prince second to the throne after his cousin the Crown Princess because His Grace's late Mother was the Imperial Princess of the empire and the late sister of the Emperor. I hope I made it easier to understand."

His Grace chuckled and ever so gently patted your hair. His eyes gazed at you as you enthusiastically discussed the matter. 

"I see you listened to your Social Studies tutor quite well." His Grace smirked. "As for My Mate, she's currently Lady Y/n, Viscountess of Louiebell. Since she is not my Grand Duchess yet, it is only right for her to receive a customary title until her rite of passage into my family's sacred tree comes." He held a proud smile for her as he spoke to the journalist about her achievements. "You should visit Louiebell one of these days. It has grown quite well over the months, and they have the best fabrics and gardens in the whole Albastru." Satoru boasted to the journalist with full praise for your work.

By the way, did it pose any problems not being born "noble" and "vampire"? High society people can be so uptight! Love is not up for discussion, regardless of origin, skin color, race, or social status! Madame, did you have any troubles? Tell me their names, and I'll write a scandalous article about these brutes!

"Please don't." You chuckled. "It is not much of a trouble than I thought. Although I am a turned vampire, the high society holds the significance of who turned who into a vampire. I am considered a part of His Grace since he is the one who made me a vampire, and any disrespect directed to a turned one is considered disrespect to the one who turned him or her."

You thought for a moment.

"The biggest trouble I perhaps had was a tea party where everyone refused to speak until I left... Aside from that, no one has seriously caused me any harm besides the usual jabs. Rest assured, I am now happy with the friends I found in Albastru."

His Grace held your hand and didn't speak any further, but judging from the darkness swirling in his cold eyes as you relive those days, you better change the topic before his patience wore thin and dug into his grudges.

Madame was a human before your encounter, but how did you become a vampire? Does a bite suffice? Can anyone become a vampire? And can all vampires transform humans or only pure-blooded ones like Monsieur?

"You can become a vampire if you willingly submit to be one. No, a bite cannot suffice. Aside from biting, the vampire needs to feed his or her blood into the person he or she is turning until the person wakes up from quiescence. Not everyone can become a vampire. And not all vampires can turn humans into one... And you are almost but not quite correct about the pure-blooded ones." You nodded... Satoru can explain it better than you.

"There are three factors to turn someone into a vampire. If any of these three weren't met, the process would fail and might kill the human instead. First, the human must be willing, and the willingness is not borne out of fear or coercion but a deep-seated desire on the human's part. Second, the human must have experienced a close-to-death experience... This is entirely subjective and a dangerous condition to meet since only fate can tell... Third and last, the vampire must have a strong will to fight the urge of bloodlust. Ordinary vampires do not have sufficient immunity against bloodlust and might end up sucking the human dry of their blood. This is "a general but not all" scenario. Pure-blooded vampires have more resilience but are also not entirely immune to bloodlust. Thus, turning a human into a vampire is an uncertain process. You must have the willingness of a human, the approval of fate, and the resilience of a vampire against our primal instinct. Life and death is not guaranteed." 

Before your encounter with Madame, did you drink human blood, or did you manage to live all those years without drinking blood thanks to your family genes?

"I drink human blood. No vampire has not drunk human blood, trust me." His Grace shook his head. "I stopped drinking human blood in my adolescence. For me, the second best taste of blood is from the moose."

"You do like hunting those when we hunt." You chuckled at his appetite for the said animal. "The longest he hasn't taken in blood was probably three months. His Grace ate human food with me when I was still human. Though it may not be the same as drinking blood, he seems to like the rare steak until now. The longest I can go without blood is two weeks. For him, it could stretch for three months. He's more resistant to bloodlust because he's a pure-blood, but when he drinks... he drinks so plenty."

Satoru chuckled at the remark.

"You do the same too, My Lady. Don't blame me that your blood is simply too sweet to resist." He smirked knowingly.

Are there other pure-blooded families among the vampires?

"Of course, there are many other pure-blooded families... But the major ones seated in the Imperial Courts are the House of Gojo, the House of Zen'in, and the House of Kamo. These three are the leading houses in terms of military and economics."

If I understood correctly, the world you live in is a mix of several races, which is beautiful in terms of coexistence, but in your kingdom, are there only vampires or humans? Is the Emperor a vampire or a human?

You smiled. You have to thank Satoru for teaching you history.

"There are seven races, represented by seven high towers with their respective thrones. There are the Deities; they reside in Soladrina, it's an island that cannot be seen unless you're invited. The Witches; are considered daughters of the gods and goddesses. Next is the Lycan, which occupies the South of the Continent which is the Kingdom of Finis Lua. Then the Vampires residing in the North which is the Empire of Parsua Amara. We have the Elves, they're elusive and hard to find. Then there are the Monsters, they are everywhere with no definite habitat. And finally the Humans, you can find them in the Eastern Continent. But of course, there are other races also living in Parsua Amara."

"My Uncle is a vampire. Though I doubt his senile fangs still work." His Grace smirked earning him a kick under the table and a glare from his beloved.

Is there a hierarchy among vampires? Which one?

"We have an Imperial Hierarchy."

Why are there hunters on your territory? (it's suicidal or something) Do vampires have to live hidden?

"The hunters... are rogues of the Lycan race who cross the de facto border. Based on the treaty seven years ago after the great war, vampires and lycans are not allowed to cross the borders. Though there are sometimes mishaps, those crossing the borders are immediately sentenced to death without mercy or deportation." Satoru supported his face with his hand. "Albastru lies between Parsua Amara and Finis Lua, thus, it is my job to guard the borders from any invasion against the enemies."

Madame, a personal question for you, have you never wondered about your origins? You are divinely beautiful and unique, even in a vampire society small laugh Is it something that intrigues you? Also, you don't ask yourself any questions about your family? And you, Monsieur, do you not have any questions? (Regardless, you are very well-suited!)

"Unfortunately I don't have memory of my past. All I remember is living in the snowy mountains until His Grace found me after I was attacked by wolves and was left to die. I don't know what happened before that and I am not compelled to find out about it. I am very much happy and satisfied with my life right now. Although I don't have much memory of the past, I would rather focus on the present I have and the future I will make. This is that fate I choose for myself and I wouldn't have it the other way. Whatever is bound to unfold will unfold by itself." You smiled with firmness etched on your gaze and words.

You're not married, but have you already consummated the non-marriage? Was it your first time? Madam, you seem so pure! And Sir, you seem so...so...just. I know it, we know it, you know it, they know it, you are attractive people. (I am risking my life for my article) We want answers.

Your cheeks burst with blush and despite your self-control, you held on to your mate's bicep for strength. Isn't this too revealing for a column that anyone in the empire can read?!

Satoru on the other hand seemed unfazed and merely raised a brow at the question. His arm snaked at the back of your waist and pat your hips in assurance.

"She's my mate... We own each other. I think that's clear enough to answer your question." He smirked. The sharp fang was enough to halt further delving questions on the topic.

"Marriage is not a necessary custom in the vampires... Instead, they are more inclined to the mating bond and marks... They honor it devotedly. His Grace and I are mates so... I don't see anything wrong with it." You shyly answered, Satoru squeezed your hand calming you down.

Now, a little genetic question, the Gojo family is a pure-blooded family, and by marrying Madame, there will potentially be an heir with hybrid blood. Could this imply new things for the Gojo family? Does the power in vampires reside in their blood?

You looked at Satoru quite confused by the question...

"I don't think so... I am a vampire... Why would there be a hybrid child?"

"A hybrid child can only happen if the parents are from different races. Although my Mate was once human, she is now a vampire. We're both vampires and there will be no possibilities of a hybrid child when both parents are the same race." His Grace answered for you, clearing your confusion and doubt. 

His Grace's eyes turned to you.

"Besides, it doesn't matter. As long as you're the mother I would love our child unconditionally."

You chuckled and looked away to hide the smile stretching uncontrollably over your lips.

I know Mr. Gojo will not be happy with what I am about to say, but... I can't wait for you to get married, have children, and especially a daughter... diabolical laughter Yes, you understood! A love story with the dark-eyed crown prince and the little blue-eyed Gojo princess EHEHEHEHEHE!

"No. Some stupid dark-eyed prince will not easily snag my daughter away unless he passes through my sword." His Grace's eyes turned dark as he spoke the ominous words with an unamused sinister smile.

"Calm down Your Grace, the journalist is merely jesting you." You reminded him, shaping him out of the urge to kill any crown prince who dares to touch his potential little daughter.

One last question, this one concerns Madame. It has been noticed that among vampires, you are... weaker than the norm? For example, you have smaller fangs than other vampires (that's too cute). My question is: is it because you were human before? Or is it something unique and inexplicable? I'm sorry for these questions that may seem silly to you, but I'm not really well-informed about vampires. As you may have noticed, I'm just... a little fairy (just a Winx for today ahah).

His Grace crossed his arms and a dark expression covered his smirking face. His Grace's face was as dark as a monster and an irk mark formed on his temples. A cold air filled the room, you could almost feel winter solstice with the blizzard gust in the room from your mate's display of annoyance. However, a thin layer of spell protected you from the cold, keeping you perfectly fine while His Grace is being moody.

"My mate is weak? Who said that?! Who told you about my Mate's fangs? Who? I will slice him to pieces. Who dares to stare at my mate's fangs too long to notice that detail? Is it a male? Does he dare to stare at my mate that long? I will pull his fangs mysel—"

Fortunately, you were quick to hold your mate back and drag him to sit on the couch.

"My apologies about my dear beloved. He's a little moody after the tea." You chuckled awkwardly. "Most probably that's a factor and my gift as a vampire has not yet manifested. You could say that as a vampire I'm still in my pre-teen stage so some areas of my vampire senses and attributes are still developing."

After the little bravado from the irritated and possessive Grand Duke, it doesn't come as a surprise that the journalist is quick to reach the door and escape if worse comes to worse...

I leave here alive and with plenty of information, thank you for everything! Invite me to the wedding, and I will write a great article! It will sell like hotcakes. Take care.

"Oh! Take care... Feel free to come and have tea with me..." You softly said since the journalist already fled away from Satoru. You turned your back to face your mate with a frown.

"Well that was uncalle—mhmph!"

Soft lips aggressively captured yours effectively shutting any words of reprimand.

"S-Sator—ngh!" You gasped as he kissed you deeper, his tongue finding your little fangs and tracing them sensually, stroking them as he moaned from the friction.

"I'm hungry..." He groans between your kisses, wildly pulling on the lace of your corset to free your soft bosom from its confines and trail down neck kisses, sucking on your skin every so hardly and sweetly making sure he leaves a pinkish love bite on your skin.

"We just had tea and biscuits..." You bit your lips when he easily carried you to the nearest couch and laid you there. His hand brought one of your thighs up, pressing kisses from your ankles down to your inner legs where he bared his pointy fangs against your milky flesh.

"I forgot how cute your fangs are... care to show me?"

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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Hey Mads,

I saw your requests are open. Could i please request a Dating Eugene Roe headcanon? Thank you 💕

Dating Eugene Roe Headcannons

Eugene Roe x Reader

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A/N: My first ever BoB fic was about Gene, so he holds a special place in my heart. Thanks for requesting! I loved writing these!! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

So you and Gene meet in Aldbourne when Easy first gets moved there in September of 43' (you meet in october).

You're sitting in a coffee shop reading in the corner, and he thinks you're easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Being a shy guy, Gene doesn't say anything to you the first time he sees you. He just subtly glances at you from his spot across the shop.

Turns out, he isn't as subtle as he thinks and you totally notice the staring but don't mind it because you think he's very handsome.

You come into the shop every saturday morning, and every Saturday morning, he's there as well. After a few weeks of sneaking glances, you decided enough was enough.

You walk over and introduce yourself to him, and BOY does he go red when you say that you've noticed him.

Despite the awkwardness of the beggining of the conversation, things fall into a steady rhythm, and you find yourself enjoying his company.

Gene's very soft-spoken and respectful (the BEST listener in the whole company if you ask me)

You get to know each other a little bit, and when you have to leave, you write down your address on a table napkin with a grin, telling him you're free the next day at 6.

The next day, he shows up to your house at 5:55 with a bouquet of roses, wearing his dress uniform. He offers you his arm, and the two of you are off to Swindon for the night.

It ended with a sweet kiss under the stars at your porch (there was no light on because of the black-out being in effect)

from there, it was history, and you soon fell for the cajun medic, and he fell just as hard for you.

Whenever he gets weekend passes, the two of you go for day trips to Swindon or London, strolling down the streets softly talking.

In London, you take him to Crystal Palace Park, where you lay out a soft blanket and have a cozy picnic. Your head lays on his lap, and he gently runs his hands through your hair as he talks about his family back home.

You LOVE hearing the different stories of his grandmother and her healing abilities. It only makes sense that Gene would become a medic to help people, following in her footsteps.

As his training continued and the concern of Sobel leading the company grew, Gene began to bottle up his anxieties and distance himself from you slightly.

I feel like Gene is the type of guy who wouldn't want to tell you his problems because he doesn't want to add to your plate, so he suffers in silence.

You confront him about it and he sighs before telling you everything about Sobel and how incompetent he is. (you hate him with a burning passion...possibly more than Eugene does, but it's close.)

Sunday dinner with your family becomes a weekly thing as time drags on. Your dad was hesitant to bring an American into your house, but he likes Gene more than he ever would have thought.

I'd like to think that Eugene buys you small trinkets that reminds him of you (idk where this came from but it's in my mind now)

OKAY...JEALOUS GENE IS HOT, MAN

we all know he can get fired up (after moose get's shot, he rips Dick and Harry a new one), but what gets him really fired up is when he's jealous

Some nights when you're out at a pub, men will make passes at you despite him sitting right there...boy it grinds his gears.

I have a feeling he would just sit there silent because if he opens his mouth, he knows he wouldn't be able to control himself (imagine his *angry* look after Sobel screws up the training mission in curahee) .

You notice and reach out for his hand over the table, trying to calm him down. "I'm going to get us some drinks," you squeeze his hand before getting up.

Gene's eyes follow you as you waltz across the room, and he takes a deep breath.

His gaze falls to the table for a moment, and when he turns back to you, he sees red. There's a British soldier at the bar who's all up in your personal space and is getting closer every second. Eugene can see the discomfort all over your face.

He shoots up from the table and quickly makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you behind him as he faces the guy.

"Do we have a problem here?" He asks, looking down at the man with fire in his gaze.

The Brit cowers instantly, taking his drink off the table before walking away. "No, sir."

Even through the man was super annoying, seeing Gene like that is incredibly hot, and you turn him around and kiss him.

He calms down pretty quickly after that.

Whenever they have to leave for Upottery, you share a sweet goodbye filled with tears (a lot from you and a few from Gene), and promises of writing.

You keep in contact through letter for the whole duration of the war, and the second he can leave after it's over, he comes straight to Aldbourne and asks you to marry him.

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mass pinglists (& moral superiority for not using them)

There's been concern lately over the newest update announcement that at some point, far into the future or at least after New Year's 2024, mass-pinging as a concept will be retired from Flight Rising. On one hand, there's people worried about this.

There's people who are also, frankly, being wildly vitriolic about those who rely on mass pinglists, disbelieving that anybody could ever be affected by mass ping tools shutting down. They're also out here openly calling skinmakers/G1 collectors/dominance organizers delusional for thinking the things they do are in any way, shape, or form, an important part of the site.

Which like, if people don't use user-run tools like GASP or the G1 pinglist, that's fine! That's your playstyle. But I don't understand where the attitude is coming from that the concerned groups are only a 'loud minority', and that they somehow don't contribute massively to the game as a whole. (The same people, by the way, who call G1 collectors & UMA makers a plague upon dragon society for being an elitist rich boy's club, then turn around and say they're not at all a driving force in the site's economy.) Which one is it? You can't have it both ways. Do these people spend thousands whaling for their perfect XXY G1 wildclaws then hundreds buying gem genes for their fancy showoff dragons? Or are they at best a negligible population in the game, whose activity and monetary contributions to the site are far outweighed by the tens of thousands of 'nice, normal, sane' players who log on once a week to hatch a nest and post on forums once in a blue moon?

There's 825 pages of user-made skins on the site right now. At 50 items per database page, that's 41,250 skins. 41,250 skins that had to be submitted with blueprints that can only be bought with gems.

Let's give these numbers the benefit of the doubt and say each skin was only submitted once, using a 10-print blueprint at 5000 gems, and each accent was only submitted once as well, using a 10-print blueprint at 2500 gems. That's 136,875,000 gems sunk into blueprints - if each individual usermade skin on site has only an average of ten copies on site. (Which is categorically not true, I've had multiple skins print over 300 copies. And I am just one person, and far from the most successful skinmaker on site.)

This is 1,368,750 USD in skin blueprints alone, by the way, using the most barebones and least generous numbers possible. We're not accounting for skins that sell more than one run, or the fact that no skin artist sells their skins to the public at print price (you can add another 30-40% to that number if you want to estimate how much money is actually spent to circulate those skins). Even if none of these artists pay money to buy gems, these gems are coming from somewhere. Even if you, as someone who doesn't care for G1s or never even heard of GASP, never set foot into these places, these gems are still circulating and being sunk into the site. And it helps no one to scoff and say you doubt there's no real impact on anything if all of this goes away.

There's 51k items on the site, and over 80% of them are skins. There's 5k users actively signed up and using GASP - more than the average amount of users logged onto the site at any given point that's not a new breed release or anniversary update.

Are you getting the picture yet? It's not self-absorbed to say that the UMA market has a very real impact on the game economy. It's just numbers.

I need to get my thoughts out about the new mass-ping update somewhere. My thoughts on the actual tool are entirely positive, it's a great change for the site and not one I ever thought I'd see. But there's people worried about the future of tools like the GASP & G1 sales pinglists for very good reason.

I think game economy is a very real concern if you're a dominance participant, a skinmaker, an old dragon collector, a G1 hatcher, an ID hunter, or anyone else whose community relies on mass ping lists. You aren't wrong for feeling this way. I'm sorry people are dismissing very valid concerns about the state of your community out of some misguided 'i don't do this and neither do my friends, so everyone who does must be a loud overexaggerating nitwit' attitude.