#grandson💙

[t-u-i-t-c]

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[black-salt-cage]

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[thrpr0phetuseek]

"Guess who?" A familiar voice calls in a sing-song tone from the river, echoing through.

Odysseus uses the echo to swim to the edge of the water without being heard and reach a hand out to gently scritch up Tiresias spine in an attempt to tickle them.

[*the prophet yelps in surprise, quickly whipping around and bonking the invading hand with his staff*]

[*upon recognizing the voice, however, he softens and lowers his staff, shifting and leaning down towards where the hand had reached from*]

“My dear friend, love, what was that for? You have no reason to reach under my cloak, and if you wanted my attention or to speak, your beckoning voice was enough. Besides, surely you’re mature enough to see no use in tickle attacks.”

[daisyblog]

Baby Styles is a…

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN, Harry and Grace find out the gender of baby styles.

Like they had done when they were pregnant with Grace, YN and Harry had booked a private gender scan to find out if their second baby was a little boy or girl. The only thing different to the previous year was that their little Grace sat in content on Harry knee as she looked around the room.

YN laid down on the bed, her small bump on show, ready for the sonographer to do her thing. Harry sat next to her, holding Grace on his lap.

“Are we ready to see your baby?.” The sonographer asked, giving Grace a warm smile as the little one chewed at her fist. “Are you excited to see your little brother or sister?”.

“Dada…dada!”. Grace cooed, not quite understanding what was going around her but making all the adults in the room laugh at her sweet voice.

The sonographer, reached for the gel and the probe from the trolley. “Are you Daddy’s girl?”.

“Only when Mummy’s not around”. Harry bounced Grace on his knee making her coo even more.

The gel caused YN to suck in a breath at the coldness before the probe moved around her skin gently. The silence was comfortable as they waited for that longing sound to fill the room. And within seconds, the rhythm of their baby’s heartbeat filled their ears.

“That’s one of my favourite sounds!”. YN smiled over at Harry who was still bouncing Grace on his knee and smiling at the screen to the side of them.

“It only feels like yesterday we were hear for this little princess!”. Harry tickled Grace’s tummy lightly.

The lady smiled at the little family, knowing how much these moments meant. “Time flies when you’re having fun”. She continued to move the probe around and showing the little baby on the screen. A petite head and body. “I have to say…this is such a chilled out little baby”.

YN gave Harry a knowing smile. “Maybe this one will be more like you”. The joke causing him to laugh. Not that he minded if the little one was like him or his wife.

“So for the important question…would you like to know the gender?”.

“Yes please!” YN or Harry didn’t hesitate, eagerly speaking together. Both wanting to know if they were having a baby son or daughter. If Grace was having a brother or sister.

After a few more pokes and prodes on YN’s tummy, the woman smiled. “Congratulations big sister…you’re having a…”. 

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Wanting to send all their family and friends the news at the same time, Harry and YN followed the same routine they had when they announced Grace was a girl. They kept it sweet and simple, attaching a photo to a text with the message…’We’re having a…’.

Louis FUCK OFF!!

A BOY!!

I am absolutely buzzing!! You’re having a little boy!! Grace is having a little brother!! Amazing news, so so happy for you all!!

Freddie is running and jumping around the room cheering that there’s going to be another boy in the family!!

Love you all!!xx

Lottie AHHHHHHH!!

IM SCREAMING AND CRYING AT THE SAME TIME🥹😂

Congratssssssss!!! Can’t wait for our play dates together with our little babies 👶🏼 🩷🩵

Anne My first grandson🥹🩵My heart is bursting with so much love already and I can’t wait for it to explode! A huge congratulations to my favourite people. I love you all so much and can’t wait to squeeze you all soon❤️

Gemma MY FIRST NEPHEW!!🥹💙

I hope he’s ready for a lifetime of fun with our girlies😂

Congratulations to my favourite little family! See you tomorrow for breakfast and cuddles🥰Love you xxx

Daisy YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!🥹🥹🥹

IM SO EXCITED😆😆😆

Can’t wait to meet auntie little boy🩵

Phoebe YOU’RE JOKING!!

I was so sure you were having a girl😂😂I am so happy for you!!

Auntie Phee can’t wait to have another little nephew fo spoil!!🩵

Please come and visit soon!! Me and Olive miss you😫❤️

Jen Aww my darlings. A little baby boy for you to love and cherish. You’re already an amazing mummy and daddy and I can’t wait to see our little Grace become the best big sister. We love you all❤️

Niall His name better be Niall!😂

Only kidding!! Amazing news!! Sooooo happy for you both and Grace❤️Can I babysit again soon please?😆xxx

Zayn Wishing you all the love and happiness!! You guys deserve it!! Big love!! Can’t wait to meet the little lad❤️❤️

Mark Another grandson to love and spoil💙Congratulations all!! Lots of love from me and Sallie xx

Mitch Congrats guys! See you all soon x

Sarah Ahhhh! A little baby boy🥹Congratulations to you all!! Can’t wait for more of our play dates xxx

Jeff Damn I was wrong, honestly that you were having another girl😂Either way, a massive congratulations from me and Glenne❤️

James Cordon YEEESSSSSSS!! A little man, how amazing for you all. A huge congratulations to you all! See you soon for a catch up, yeah?

Zoe Sugg Awww my heart is so full for you🥹🥹A little baby brother for Grace, how cute!! Can’t wait to see you all soon to celebrate🤍xx

Mark Ferris Aw sweetheart🥹🥹🥹I’m such an emotional mess! Absolutely thrilled for you all. Can’t wait to see Grace become a big sister🫶🏼Big cuddles to you all xx

Louise Teasdale I KNEW IT!!

I had a feeling you were having a baby boy🩵

Congratulations lovelies!! Absolutely buzzing for you 😘 xxx

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[grownasssimmer]

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[zionistgirlie]

A few important notes:

Bring them home now

Antizionism is almost always antisemitism

Israel does not commit genocide in Gaza

"Palestine" isn't real. It's a name the Roman colonisers gave to Judea after the Bar Kokhva revolt to humiliate the jews.

Jews are native to Judea. Arabs are native to Arabia.

There are over 2000 years of archeological evidence of Jewish presence in Eretz Israel.

The "Palestinian" people is a people made up in the 1960's as a part of the Cold War.

The founder of the Jordanian regime, King Abdullah, declared in 1950 that the Palestinians and Jordanians were one people, and this was also agreed upon by a senior PLO official, Faruk Qadumi, and none other than Yasser Arafat himself. Abdullah's grandson, King Hussein, firmly stated in 1981 that "Jordan is Palestine."

You can't be a good person and support Hamas.

You don't get to cry for human rights but exclude Jews.

This blog isn't a democracy, and my finger is light on the blocking button.

Hate anons will be reported to the FBI and deleted. I know y'all are attention seekers, but seek it from your dad, not my Jewish tuches 💙

[witchywithwhiskey]

Hi! 💙

For your impromptu springtime ask game, I'd love to request Ransom Drysdale with smut prompt 3. “do you want them to hear you being such a slut?”

Thank you in advance! 💙

a scheme on a spring day

pairing: husband!ransom drysdale x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, anal play/butt plug, anal sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, choking, daddy kink, dirty talk, light degradation, light humiliation, praise kink, light bdsm, orgasm control, pet names (baby, baby girl), aftercare, fluff, light family angst, established relationship

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: hi hi thank you so much for sending in this prompt!! this turned out to be a little more angsty than i anticipated, but sometimes i just wanna smuggle Ransom away from his family and cuddle him—and this was my opportunity to live out that dream!! anyway, i hope you enjoy!! ♡

You knew better than to let your husband convince you to go along with one of his schemes, but Ransom Drysdale had a way of winning you over to his side. In fact, it took shockingly little convincing from Ransom to get you to go along with his idea to make a boring visit with his family more entertaining. 

But then, he was your husband, and you trusted him. Besides, you knew you’d get just as much enjoyment from his scheme as he did.

Eventually, anyway. 

Still, you couldn’t help but rue the moment you’d given in to Ransom’s idea when you walked into the Thrombey house desperately aware of the plug in your ass that shifted with every step you took.

From an outsider’s perspective, you knew you looked every bit the presentable wife on Ransom’s, wearing a pretty spring sundress with sandals. But you and your husband knew the extra accessory you’d worn, and it gave you just as much of a thrill as you were sure it gave Ransom to know what you were hiding beneath your skirt.

By the time you arrived at the Thrombey estate, you’d already soaked through your panties on the short ride over from the home you shared with Ransom. To make matters worse, you had to make small talk with Linda and Richard while worrying about your arousal dripping down your thighs.

Thankfully, Ransom kept his hand on your lower back, his touch having a steadying effect on you. That is, except when his palm occasionally dropped low to grope your ass, making you shoot him a warning glare when no one was looking. 

He ignored you, pretending to play the part of dutiful son and grandson. You were the only one who saw the way he gritted his teeth, making the muscle in his jaw pop, when Richard or Linda gushed over how you’d turned Ransom’s life around. How you’d finally been the one person to set him straight.

No matter how many times you tried to brush off the comments, telling them that Ransom had made himself a respectable man, they persisted. When you could tell it had become too much for Ransom—and you worried over the state of his teeth if he kept grinding them—you politely excused yourself and your husband from the conversation.

Before you could get roped into a sales pitch for Joni’s latest pyramid scheme, Ransom guided you to the back of the house and out onto the porch, though he didn’t stop there. When you set foot in the lush green lawn and turned your face up to the bright spring sunshine, something inside your chest loosened—which only reminded you of the plug wedged deep in your ass.

Ransom paused for only a moment to brush a kiss to your lips, a thank you for getting him away from his parents, and then he grabbed your hand and began tugging you toward the tree line that separated the lawn from the rest of the Thrombey estate. 

Behind the house, there were paths that meandered into the forest and Ransom led you down one of these until you were hidden in the trees. There, scattered along the forest floor were hundreds of small purple flowers, sprung up thanks to the spring rains. 

You admired the blooms as you walked behind Ransom, your husband picking his way carefully off the path and beneath the shade of a massive tree.

Turning to you, Ransom wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you again, a more thorough plundering of your mouth that had you moaning against his lips. Your knees went weak beneath you, but your husband’s strong arms held you up, your fingers digging into the soft wool of his sweater. 

When Ransom pulled away, he didn’t move far, his forehead pressing to yours and his deep breaths ghosting past your lips, making you crave him more. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, baby,” he murmured, squeezing you in his arms and pressing a quick kiss to your swollen lips. “I think it’s time daddy gives you a little treat for being so good.” Ransom bucked his hips against you so you could feel the bulge in his pants, making you moan again.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you cried, throwing your head back and baring your throat to Ransom’s hungry mouth. His trailed kisses down your neck, grinding his erection against your belly until both of you were desperate with desire.

Then, he turned you around and knelt behind you, pushing your dress up past your hips and baring your ass to him. He pulled your panties down your legs, ducking forward to sink his teeth into the plush softness of your ass, making you squeal loudly. 

“Ransom!” you admonished your husband, shooting him a look over your shoulder, though there was no real heat to your tone. Especially not when Ransom licked the bite mark he’d left, wringing a soft whimper from your lips.

“You know I can’t help myself when it comes to your ass, baby,” Ransom said, exactly zero repentance in his tone. You huffed a laugh, but the sound devolved into a low groan when your husband began to play with the plug in your ass, pulling it out and pushing it back in. “You’re such a good girl,” Ransom murmured, pressing kisses to the globes of your ass between his words, “Wearing this pretty little plug for daddy—now it’s time for your reward.”

With that, Ransom eased the plug from your tight hole, tucking it into his pocket while he pulled out a small bottle of lube. He spread more in your ass and on his cock when he pulled it free from his pants. Then he was helping you sit down on his lap, his cock sliding easily into your tightest hole.

You gasped and moaned, feeling Ransom’s cock stretch your ass even more than the plug. But wearing it had prepared you well enough that it didn’t hurt. You only felt the delicious fullness and pleasure of Ransom filling you up, moaning happily when your ass pressed flush against your husband’s thighs. 

Ransom leaned back against the tree you sat beneath, pulling you to recline against his chest, making it impossible for you to move. All you could do was sit in your husband’s lap, your ass impaled on his cock, your pussy dripping down between your legs and coating his balls while you enjoyed the warm spring day, the sweet scent of the purple flowers filling your nose and the breeze rustling the trees of the forest.

“Enjoying your treat, baby?” Ransom rumbled in your ear, a little bit of teasing in his tone that made you squirm. Both of you moaned as you shifted and Ransom’s big hands grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs wide open. “Such a filthy little slut, baby girl,” he groaned, cupping your pussy in his palm. You whined, trying to grind against him, but he spanked your cunt instead, making you cry out. “Soaking wet from taking daddy’s cock in your ass when we’re supposed to be spending time with my family.”

You didn’t have a chance to respond because Ransom shoved three of his fingers into your pussy, the intrusion feeling so much more overwhelming with his cock buried in your other hole. You screamed. Your back arching away from Ransom’s chest, your head falling back on his shoulder, and the piercing wail of your pleasure filling your ears and the forest around you.

Quick as lightning, Ransom’s other hand flew to your throat and he squeezed it tightly, cutting off the sound. “You’re going to have to be quiet, baby girl, unless you want them to hear you,” he growled in warning. 

But at the same time, Ransom’s fingers began fucking your pussy, plunging sloppily into your cunt, his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust. It was all you could do to shriek and squeal as pleasure consumed you.  

“Do you want them to hear you being such a slut?” Ransom taunted you, his words only making you writhe and squirm more on his cock. “Do you want them to find you like this—my cock buried in your sweet ass, my fingers fucking your tight cunt, and you unable to control yourself because you’re such a fucking slut for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, not even knowing if you were agreeing with your husband or simply urging him on. Your pleasure was building, coiling tight in your core, and you knew if he kept up his treatment of your body, you were going to come. “Please, daddy, please can I come?” 

“Already, baby girl?” Ransom teased, warmth in his tone. You whined your answer, pressing your throat into his hand and he chuckled. Your husband brushed a kiss to your cheek, fucking you harder with his fingers, grinding his palm against your clit every time they bottomed out in your cunt. “Go ahead, baby, come whenever you want.”

That was all you needed to tip you over the edge. Your screams of pleasure were stifled by Ransom’s hand around your throat, choking you hard enough that your entire being was reduced down to the feeling of his cock in your ass and his fingers in your cunt. Your orgasm was explosive, your body going tight and shaking through wave after wave of ecstasy.

Your husband grunted in your ear, and you knew from the way his cock throbbed in your tight hole that he was spilling himself deep in your body. A pleased smile curved your lips as you sagged back against his chest, letting the warmth of his come fill you with as much satisfaction as your release had.

Heaving a deep groan of relief, Ransom’s body relaxed beneath yours, his arms circling your waist and holding you tight against his body while he pressed butterfly kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was as soft as his kisses, a contrast to the rough way he’d fucked you.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “I needed this today.”

You stroked his arms soothingly and turned your face so you could capture your husband’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I know, Ran,” you whispered when you pulled away. And you did. 

You knew how hard it was for Ransom to see his family. No matter how hard he tried, they still only saw him as the black sheep. In fact, marrying you was the only right thing he’d done in their eyes. 

It made days at the Thrombey house nearly unbearable, which was why you always went along with Ransom’s schemes to make it enjoyable for both of you. His ideas were often filthy and naughty, but they meant giving your husband the reassurance he needed to get through the day. 

So if you had to go along with a scheme on a spring day to help your husband, you were more than happy to do so—especially when it ended with the both of you smiling and content in each other’s arms.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Kids Of The Future

FastForward!Turtles x reader

A/N: Been having this idea for a while now, so decided it was time to write it down💙❤️💜🧡

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Arriving in the future and meeting Cody Jones, the great-grandson of Casey Jones and April O’Neil isn’t the only family surprise you and your turtle boyfriend stumble upon.

Warnings: I’m not sure what warnings apply to you meeting your own future great-grandchildren.

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Leonardo:

After the whole ordeal of finding Mikey somewhere in futuristic New York City in the year 2105, it was a relief to be back in Cody’s penthouse. Watching Raph and Mikey fight over the TV remote was oddly familiar and comforting. Master Splinter was right; adjusting wouldn’t be a problem.

“Well”, Leo said, turning to you with a small smile. “I guess date nights are going to be quite different for the time being”.

You snorted at his comment, wrapping your arms around his torso. “You think so?”

Leo nodded before placing a peck on your lips, causing his brothers to let out noises of disgust. But then someone came through the front door of Cody Jones’ penthouse.

“Hey, Cody!”, a voice sounded in the hallway, causing the turtles to stiffen, looking in the direction of the noise. Even Cody stiffened a bit, his eyes widening as if he had forgotten something.

You held on to Leo’s arm, watching as a young man walked in. His skin was green, and on his back he carried what looked like a small shell. His four fingers on his right hand, carried something that reminded you of a phone, reading from a hologram projected by the said phone. “Have you heard the news? Absolute chaos downtown. Undocumented aliens causing chaos with the peacekeepers and destroying a gravity level 3 road. It’s a mess! They even have pictures, and they kind of look like…”

Once he saw you and the turtles, he halted, before quickly pulling for the blaster on his left side. Cody told him no, as Leo moved a hand over to protect you, he and his brothers ready to jump at a moment’s notice.

“No, Kai!”, Cody yelled. “It is okay! They are with me!”

The so-called Kai looked from the fight ready turtles to Cody at his side. He hesitated for a moment, before he left his blaster alone in his belt with an audible sigh.

“We have talked about this Cody”, he said, looking like a tired older brother. You fought a chuckle. He kind of reminded you of Leo. “You have to tell me when you have people visiting. Remember last time? Where I almost shot up your and Darius’ business meeting, thinking those investors were there to kidnap you?”

“I’m sorry Kai, but it was kind of a spontaneous visit”, Cody said, rubbing his neck.

“Cody”, Leo said, drawing the young Jones' attention back to the turtle, rat and human, still ready for any attack. “Who is this?”

“I could ask the same thing”, Kai said. You were surprised at how well he matched Leo’s tone.

Cody started scratching his cheek, seeming a bit nervous, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them. “Uhm… Kai, this is Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, Master Splinter and…” You saw Kai’s eyes widen, as if he was realizing something. His gaze moved straight to you and Leo. “This is Leonardo and (Y/N). Leonardo and (Y/N), this is Kai. My personal bodyguard and uhm… your great-grandson”.

Silence fell in the room. The stare down that happened between you and Leonardo and the shocked Kai had taken up every sound.

Great-grandson. You and Leo had a great-grandson. That meant you and Leo would have children. You and Leo would have children! The thought rocked your head, and from the expression on Leo’s face, he was just as shocked as you were.

“Personal bodyguard?”, Raph asked, crossing his arms with a disapproving look. “What kind of personal bodyguard isn’t home when their boss brings strangers home?”

“It’s my day off, okay!”, Kai exclaimed.

“Bad excuse”, Mikey teased, bringing a hand up, causing Kai to scowl at him.

“Bad excuse or not”, Donnie said, staring at Kai. “There’s no doubt that he’s a lot like Leo”.

“Would it surprise you to hear that my grandpa used to say the same thing?”, Kai asked.

The conversation that unfolded between Kai and Leonardo’s brothers was wild to say the least. You and Leo stood staring at them, not truly sure what to say or do with your future great-grandson in the room. Yet you still turned to Leo, not being able to hold your thoughts back.

“Whatever date nights you got planned while we’re here, I think it’s fair to say they’ll be successful”.

Leo nodded in agreement.

Raphael:

Still shaken by the incident on the road, you, your boyfriend Raph, Donnie, Leo and Splinter followed the “walking pile of scrap metal” - as Raph had called the robot - into the big penthouse apartment. Your boyfriend was still fuming, angry at the fact that all of you were in a nice penthouse while Mikey was out on the street somewhere.

Leo thanked the robot for his help, and mentioned how they needed to find their missing brother, but the robot continued talking about how his Master had ordered him to bring them there as fast as possible. You could feel the anger radiate off of Raphael whenever this Master was mentioned.

But then you met this so-called Master, and your world got turned upside down. A 15 year old boy named Cody. Cody Jones. The great-grandson of Casey Jones and April O’Neil. To say you were shocked was an understatement. But you were soon about to learn some more shocking news.

As Cody was explaining where he had gotten his collection from - his ninja turtles collection that is - Raphael noticed something that almost made him smile. His beloved sais, being on display just as proudly as his mask had been. Oh how he had missed them!

So as Cody, and his ginormous robot named Serling, continued to explain, Raph went over to the display, his fingers tingling as he got closer to the weapons.

He chuckled as he reached out for them. “I have missed ya!”, he said, a smile growing on his face. “Come to papa- Ow!”

Before Raph had been able to grab his sai, someone had slapped him over the fingers, causing him to retract his hand in pain. He turned to that someone, expecting it to be that Serling robot, only to be met by a turtle like humanoid, with flesh toned skin and an anger burning in her eyes.

She pushed Raph away, stepping between him and his sais.

“Hey!”, Raph yelled, immediately bouncing back. “I was in the middle of something, spoil sport!”

“Do not touch them!”, she yelled, blocking Raphael’s way.

“You don’t tell me what to do!”, Raphael yelled. “Now move! I want my sai!”

“You’re sai!? They are not you’re sai, you thick shell head! They are the sai of my great-grandfather! He used them to fight the Shredder, and used them while saving the world, several times! So if you think you’re worthy enough to call them yours, you’re not just mistaken! You’re dumb!”, she yelled in Raph’s face, the two of them locked in a growling match.

“Rogue”, Cody said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “That is your great-grandfather, Raphael”.

You saw as the realization hit both Raphael and Rogue the same time with the same exact expression. You blinked, taking in the scene in front of you, feeling as if a rock sank to the bottom of your stomach. It was like watching twins, except one was green and the other and a human skin like complexion.

“No way”, you heard Donatello whisper right behind you.

“You’re kidding, right?”, Rogue finally asked Cody, side eyeing Raphael harder than Raph had ever side eyed any one. Even you could tell they were related, and it was almost frightening.

“I am not kidding”, Cody answered, stepping between the two of them. “Rogue, this is Raphael, and as you know, your great-grandfather. And that-”. He gestured towards you. “-Is (Y/N), your great-grandmother”.

Rogue stared at you for a moment, before turning her gaze back towards Raphael. “Really, grandma? You look that good and you chose this”, she said, gesturing towards Raph.

“Yup”, Leo mumbled. “That’s Raph junior, alright”. You couldn’t help but agree.

“(Y/N)”, Raph called out, arms crossed and gaze firmly fixed on Rogue in a new staring contest. “Remind me to teach our children some manners, ‘coz this one obviously has none!”

“Great”, you breathed out, rolling your eyes. “This is going to be fun”.

Donatello:

“So, let me get this straight”, you said, standing from the spinning chair and walked closer to your boyfriend, Donatello, and Cody as they continued working on the Time Window. You haven’t even been here for a full two days, and the two of them were already looking for a way to get you back. You didn’t blame them for wanting to work fast. You and the turtles’ presents in 2105 could prove dangerous in more ways than one, and could only get worse the longer you stayed there. “You live in this big cool penthouse all alone, just you and Serling?”

“Yeah, mostly”, Cody said, helping your boyfriend connect two wires too small for his own three fingered hands.

“What do you mean by mostly?”, you asked, your brows frowning.

“Well, I have a family that comes and visits every once in a while”.

“Family?”, Donnie asked with a pleasant smile, watching as the wires got connected. “Does that mean there are more Jones’ out there?”

“No, not really”, Cody said, chewing his cheeks with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “They’re not really family, but I see them as such”.

“I know what you mean”, you smiled, before mindlessly letting one of your fingers trace the edge of Donnie’s shell. “I have the same feeling about a group of people I know”. Donnie smiled at that comment, taking your hand to give it a small kiss.

“They have been friends of my family for quite some time”, Cody said, just as thoughtful as before. “I’ve pretty much grown up with them”.

“Will we ever meet them?”, Donnie asked.

“Yeah, maybe”, Cody said, getting slightly nervous. “They usually show up uninvited - not that anything is wrong with it!”, he quickly added, seeming almost panicked. “It’s just the norm. Their parents are busy, you know. With all that quality control at O'Neil tech and paperwork and…”

“Quality control?”, you asked. “Do their parents work for you?”

“No”, Cody smiled a little sheepishly. “Their parents own part of the company, just like their parents did and… their parents…”

“Their parents?...”, Donnie repeated, confused.

You and Donnie wanted to ask what he was talking about, when a pair of young sounding laughters erupted from just outside the lab. Cody sat up, panic in his eyes as he looked towards the door. Suddenly two green young humanoids came into the lab, laughing at something one of them had said. You were shocked to see the small shell-like outlines on their backs, and their shortened number of digits on each hand and foot.

They saw you and Donnie and stopped dead in their tracks. “No way”, they mumbled as they enthusiastically poked you and Donatello, eyes wide and smiles big on their faces.

“Nova, Orion, be nice”, Cody sighed, sounding like an exhausted parent.

“But Cody, it is them!”, Nova exclaimed before jumping on you, her arms wrapping around you in a hug.

“This is amazing!”, Orion said, jumping up and down in front of Donatello. “I have so many questions! Mom and dad literally have a picture framed of you and grandma in their office! There’s so much I want to know, grandpa!”

“Grandpa?”, Donnie asked in confusion. “I’m sorry, but I think you got the wrong person. I’m only 18, and very much childless”.

“Yeah, obviously”, Nova said, still hugging you tightly. “You and grandma don’t have your first kid before 29”.

“Okay, that’s enough”, Cody said, pulling the two young terrapin-like creatures off of you. “Great-grandchildren, what can you do?”, Cody smiled, hoping to relieve you and Donnie from your shocked expressions, as he started pulling the young hyperactive twins out of the lab.

You and Donnie sat and stared after them for some time, before finally turning to one another.

“They have that from you”, he said, before turning back towards the wires.

“With the way you and your brothers act, I’ll have to disagree. That’s definitely from your side”, you said, leaning on his shoulder and watched as he worked.

Michelangelo:

In the short time you had been in the year 2105, you had actually liked it way more than you thought you would. The food was good and the air was fresher than you had expected. But even better was the entertainment. The movies were amazing, especially on Cody’s brand new TV, that would allow the viewer to enter the movie, watching it while standing and moving around the scene as it pleased them. You and your fun loving boyfriend, Mikey, had already made great use of that feature, often bringing junk food along with you, snacking loudly during even the quietest scenes. Never had you thought that you would be able to wave your fries in the face of the villain of a horror movie.

But if there was one thing better than the food and movies of the future, it was the video games. Both you and Mikey agreed; the video games of 2105 was absolutely amazing! The storylines, the dialog, the graphics! Oh! How you wished you could get to see something like that in your own lifetime! Especially something like Helix.

As soon as you and Mikey learned about the existence of Helix, no one could get you or him to stop playing it. It took merely a few days before you had finished and played it through half a dozen times. So when the two of you learned about the upcoming sale of Helix 2, you and Mikey were over the Moon Station, begging Cody to take you to the mall to get it. And much to your happiness, he did, although with a sigh as you can Mikey started running circles around him.

Once at the mall, your enthusiasm didn’t diminish in the least. With big eyes you took in your surroundings. Aliens of all sorts mingled among each other, talking and buying everything from clothes and normal day to day articles, to high end luxuries from big name brands, that you had not yet heard of.

As you walked through the mall in search of the game store, hand in hand with Mikey, followed by his brothers and Cody, you came by the open space that went several floors up and several floors down. A viewing spot, where you could see people on escalators and elevators, along with the restaurants down on the ground floor. That was when you noticed the advertisement on the big screens that hung around on the floors. It was for the new Helix 2 game along with a strangely familiar guy, who stood with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips, posing over the neon green title of Helix 2.

Mikey noticed how your attention was drawn off to the side, and followed your gaze to the advertisement. He stopped dead in his tracks, causing the rest to stop in confusion.

“Who the shell is that?”, Mikey asked, pointing to the terrapin-like person on the holographic poster, where the title shone and the guy winked at the people watching him. “Awfully handsome fellow though”.

“Oh, I feared this day would come”, Cody sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Michelangelo, that is Dash. Dash Hamato. Five times winner of the Intergalactic Gaming Championships, and a pretty good friend of mine”.

“Wait, Hamato?”, Leo asked, hands in the air. “As in, Hamato Yoshi?”

“Yup”, Cody said with a nod. “Hamato as in Michelangelo and (Y/N) Hamato. The great-grandfather and great-grandmother of Dash Hamato”.

Your mouth fell open. You looked from Cody to the advertisement of Dash, who once again winked to the people walking through the mall. That was your great-grandson?!

“Oh no”, Raph mumbled, facepalming as he realized what was coming.

“Hell yeah sonnie!”, Mikey yelled, fist in the air as he turned back towards the poster of Dash as Raph growled in frustration. “Champion, just like his great-grandpa! I can see that the Battle Nexus Champion gene is running strong in the family!”

“Not this again!”, Raph said, shaking his head in his hands, causing Leo to put a supporting hand on his shoulder.

“He made a deal with Helix after his third win, and is now their official spokesperson”, Cody explained, watching as Mikey jumped in happiness.

“I have to meet this guy!”, Mikey said, before turning to you. “(Y/N)! Our great-grandson is Helix spokesperson! We have to meet him!”

“I don’t know, Mikey”, Cody said, scratching his neck. “Dash is a busy guy. He takes his gaming very seriously and is often hard to get a hold of. He lives on the Moon Base because the darker atmosphere makes it easier for him to practice his gaming”.

“That sounds like a descendant of Mikey”, Donnie chuckled.

“No great-grandson of mine can leave his great-grandparents hanging like that!”, Mikey said, wrapping an arm around you. “First we get Helix 2, and then we get a hold of Dash! Time to teach him some family gaming tricks!”, he said and started marching the two of you towards the gaming store.

[caystar13star]

Just finished watching Devotion, and WOW was it amazing. Beautiful story, and I love how Glen showed his character growing and learning throughout the film.

Can we all agree that Tom is Jake’s grandfather? I mean, his Academy legacy is kinda perfect.

And maybe Javy is Jesse’s grandson?

They showed at the end of the film that their families stayed in touch. I love the idea that Jake and Javy grew up on these stories 💙

[autism-autobot]

I want to see more of Wukong interacting with the general public of heaven and surprising them more and more with how wrong they were in their assumptions of his character. Like I can imagine the plumhill boys and/or peach madens wanting to hang out with him again and setting up a picnic in one of the public gardens just to run into some nasty noble or smth. I like to think that besides the Havoc itself, the peach madens were actually pretty cool with their little monkey boy, bonus points if they called him baby brother or considered him One Of The Girls(tm) since if I remember correctly the jade emperor had no sons therefore the peach madens had no brothers but then one day this funky, clever little monkey dude was given the same job as them with a fancy title and they're like "Aw this ones ours now🍑❤️🧡💛💚💙💜" wukong is just so "Please like and adopt me, idk what I'm doing" coded even if he is competent and self sustaining, he's just so cute, look at his little face!

- @fruit-fight 💜

"How can anyone hate him? He's just a little guy!" - A Peach Maden

"Well, you see, he *lore dumps about Wukong*" - Celestial Soldier

"AND???!!!" - Other Peach Maden

To them, he is very much one of the girls. Wukong is very happy they still feel that way about him.

~~~

Nezha brought Wukong to a café in the Celestial Realm one gentle morning. Sun Wukong had been slowly getting more used to using mobility devices in public. They were chatting while Wukong sat in the rollator anxious about his surroundings. He hadn't made many public appearances at this point and was concerned with how the other celestials who noticed him felt about his presence, especially in his current condition.

An elderly woman entered the café with who appeared to be a descendant of hers and just... stared at Wukong. Deer in the headlights kind of look. The young man only took a quick glance before turning to his elder.

"Grandmother, there's no line."

"Whatever is Nezha doing with that thing?"

"Grandmother, he's a monkey, not a thing. And I'm certain the Marshall has a good reason for the company."

"Hmm.... I'll go ask him."

"WAIT, GRANDMA NO!!!"

Wukong ducked his head and awaited the inevitable. Nezha noticed and scooted into a more protective position next to him.

'Grandma' bombarded Nezha with a million different questions about Wukong. Nezha answered her patiently, not wanting any trouble. Her grandson looked embarrassed.

Luckily, the grandmother seemed content with Nezha's answers and walked away when finished. The grandson apologized profusely for his grandmother's behavior.

Twentyish minutes later, the grandmother returned and placed a cookie in front of Wukong and pinched his cheek.

"Now, you keep being a good boy and get well soon. Alright, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am. I will."

~~~

Nezha had dropped Wukong off at the Demon Bull Family's place while he went to another boring meeting. As usual, he eavesdroped on the other celestials while he waited for things to get started.

The rumors were different than normal.

"Did you hear that The Monkey King is sick? The poor thing!"

"Wukong's living with Nezha now? How sick is that guy? Do you think he'll be okay?"

"You should have seen him in the market the other day, all cozy with his blanket holding onto Nezha! Oh, he's the cutest!"

"I was planning on dropping off some medicine at Nezha's place for Wukong if you wanna come with."

"Gods, I hope that The Monkey King feels better soon. Even my children have been praying for him."

Nezha smiled. These weren't the tones his dearest friend was usually spoken about with. It was a nice change. If only Wukong had heard it himself.

Masterpost

[homuraakemis]

My favorite Arcane AMVs - Part 1 - VI

VI

Season 1

Arcane AMV - Here comes Vi! by Kaosi

Arcane | Vi | Surface Pressure by meganerd

ARCANE | Vi | Pressure by Alex Ryzhy

[ARCANE] Vi // Pressure by Tilly the Last Waterbender

Vi | Arcane by AVSoulEdits

VI || Strongest Fighter by Infinitex

Here comes Vi Lyric Amv Arcane by poolresurection

(Arcane) Vi | LONELY by MockingJamie

Vi || Feel Invincible || Arcane AMV by PopCultureSymphony

Bones | VI | Arcane by Mrs. Skepticism

Arcane AMV || Gladiator (Vi) by Taqueets

(Arcane) Violet | A Good Heart by RickEdits

Vi | Survivor (Arcane AMV) by Polunaire

Vi | Whatever It Takes by JaQenka

Violet | Vander's Prodigy [Arcane Edit} by Green

Arcane「AMV」Vi - confident by Queen Mikasa

Vi | Half Cocked - Bad Reputation | Arcane [4K] by Grievous

Vi Tribute | Hard to Kill by Just A Fan

Eyes Closed | A Vi Tribute [ARCANE] by GeekViolet X3

VI | TWIN SIZE MATTRESS by moongchi

Season 2

IT'S TIME TO SAY GOODBYE VI | ARCANE by rooaguss

VI | Beautiful Crime by cedric

Vi || Labour by XIAN QUEEN

VI | let me be with the stars by cedric

Paint It Black - Vi (Arcane) by violetsforviolyn

Vi, the Piltover Enforcer | Arcane MV edit - #arcane #viarcane by Margaret

Feel Anything, Vi {Arcane edit} by Batmari

VI - KRWLNG (Arcane) amv / Vi's mental state by StrangerAndRunaway

Vi || "You’ve got a good heart, don’t ever lose it" (+2x09) by Sarah Reid

Vi- Human (Arcane) by October Wind

Vi - Bite Marks ARCANE by emmanemms

Vi | Eight by JananaeEdits

i never learned to lose | vi by mori

𝗩𝗶 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗲 [𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧/𝗔𝗠𝗩] 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮 - "𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗘𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵" 𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮 #arcane��#capcut #vi by 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 ™

Vi AMV/Edit - Human - Violet Arcane Season 1 and 2 by Cendrine ♥

Vi || Heavy is the Crown [Arcane] by J.Caron

Vi amv Make a Move // Arcane S2 // League of Legends by Pixie78Girl

Vi || Sucker Punch (Arcane edit) by Wishgirl

Vi in the Box by cedric

Vi_ Can you feel my heart? S1+S2 * Flash warning* by Skulla_Sweetz

Runs in the Family-Vi Arcane edit by Dovr

Monster || Vi Arcane AMV by Crimson

Vi(Arcane): White Flag Ft‪@bishopbriggsofficial‬ by Gsd Editx

vi - I can do it with a broken heart by WolfBlood

Vi | The Look [ARCANE AMV] by V-AMV

VI ARCANE | escape pod - Paris Paloma by Satinabla

Vi Arcane | Icarus by M. Licht

jumpsuit // vi from arcane by midlifekrisis

「Swim🌊💙 」Vi Edit「Arcane S2」4K by askelafx

VI FIGHTING || TWO BBNO$ by avatarstate44

Vi Arcane Edit | (Denial Is A River - Doechii) by ju

Vi | What's Up Danger? (Arcane Edit) by SummerFire

vi | headlock [arcane] by Verta

Arcane Vi | 'A Good Heart' by Anna's editing

Vi Like A Prayer (Arcane AMV) by YanK Kugi

vi - the archer by WolfBlood

ʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ / ꜰɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴘɪᴛ ᴠɪ by Rain-124C41

The Club - Vi (Arcane) by violetsforviolyn

VIOLET | HOME by LUMINIQUE

Hostage - Nothing But Thieves - Vi edit by Hilli

Vi Arcane | Rasputin by M. Licht

Riptide - grandson | ARCANE / VI edit by ondras_edits

vi arcane Amv #arcane  #arcaneedit  #amv  #amvedit  #youtubeshorts #fyp #viralvideo #threedaysgrace by dr werewolf

Arcane Vi AMV - Rush - The Score by ajinglingfool

「Something Going On」VI ❤️‍🩹 Arcane「AMV - EDIT」4K BY Gris

"VI" - Vi Edit | KEEP UP (Slowed) #shorts #arcane #vi by Free Time & Cie

Vi edit by EditMaster4587

Vi (Arcane)’s Twenty Years of Life by vihsyod

Girl with One Eye- Florence the Machine Vi edit by rory!!

Arcane Vi Edit by Arthur117

Stayin' Alive, Vi {Arcane edit} by Batmari

Vi | Arcane Edit | Goddess | AMV by fevertree

Vi Arcane Edit - Ride by Sophia K

Boyfriend - An Edit (Vi being hot) by Anomalie

Vi | Hands up by runlittlesheepsho

Arcane || Vi Edit || Nxdia - Feel Anything by Chtigresse

𝒢f 𝓁ike 𝒱i by ୨୧◞ 𝒦𝒾𝓎𝓸 .ᐟ ‧ ₊

Vi edit by 🎧onyx🎭

Vi by Ali The Yokai

[sashi-ya]

Hi, hi! for the emo boy event can I request a Byakuya fic? f! reader please, and nsfw 💞

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗸 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻. kuchiki byakuya x f! belly dancer! reader. nsfw

a/n: hi anon! sure! I hope you enjoy a sudden idea that came up while I was listening to some Arabic music to relax 💙 tw: +18 mdni. our reader is a belly dancer on a "dancing house" you can say it is something like a brothel since she can be "bought", so if you are sensitive towards prostitution or related topics please be aware of this. sexy belly dance (i'm not saying that's the whole purpose of belly dancing, please keep that it mind). masturbation. nipple play kinda. byaku becomes a little savage, so kiiiinda hard sex. creampie. wc: 3.5k masterlist

The Kuchiki clan, where powerful men decide and brag fortune. A group of men dedicated to keeping the Soul Society’s history, and to be rich… stupidly, disgustingly rich. So rich, even their clothing and accessories are worth more than a mansion… 

“Get ready, you are dancing tonight… for very important people. You were personally requested… the best odalisque!” you get informed; the tone filled with both seriousness and a pinch of envy. 

You roll your eyes; you don’t mind if the people you are dancing for are important or not, you are only there to dance. 

Covered in fine silks, your “uniform” looks impeccable. The chains and jewels tingle with each motion, and the more they do, the better. Your exposed belly gets a little cold, as tonight winter seems to be taking over every corner of your city. 

The sound of chariots and a subtle bustling outside catches your attention; you watch several men entering the dance house from your window. All of them are dressed like they are indeed very wealthy people. 

You only know them as a part of history, since they don’t live in your lands, but rather far, far away. You also know their clan leader became a widower a few years ago yet still know nothing about his appearance nor any characteristic. 

 The drums begin to play, soft music comes from the dining room area, they must be filling their never hungry bellies with the finest delicacies your chefs are able to prepare. 

You also prepare to be devoured by their lustful eyes; you are used to; men, no matter their social class, are all the same. Right? 

“The clan leader will be here as well, try to please him… even if they say it is pretty difficult to do so…” one of the backup dancers whispers. Maybe she is trying to cheer you up, or maybe she is trying to put more pressure on you. 

You nod, sighing. Your hips will do the best they can to follow the musicians; you are sure that “old geezer with lots of money” will enjoy the show. 

The lights begin to dime; the music to slowly growth in rhythm, and the darbuka to peal. Your body drags towards the scenario, with the motions of a cobra; sexy as a deadly snake, ready to imbue their bloods with the passionate venom of a lustful dance. 

You cover your face from your nose down, letting your irises scan the faces of each man watching you dance. Old guys, some wearing metallic hair accessories, and white coats. 

Old guys, and a young one. From them all, he is the one whose eyes seem to be drunk in superiority and arrogance. 

“He must be the youngest of them all, perhaps one day he will become the leader…” you think. “He is probably the grandson of the leader; that guy with a moustache looks like an old version of him”

In any case, you don’t care; you just need to dance. Your muscles move with the beats of the drums, your hips accompany you well, your belly like sea waves show the great expertise and why you are called “the best dancer”. 

And you can tell they are indeed enjoying it by the looks of hunger and drooling dressed up as smirks. They drink while they watch you own the wooden floor with your naked feet. The anklets jingle to their movement, as well as the hip belt. 

You can see every single man smirking, pleased with your performance. Every single but the youngest of them. He hasn’t smiled once, yet his eyes were unable to divert from your body. He seems to analyze, to mentally record every motion, every dance move you make. 

You still have the grand finale, the sexiest dance of them all; the one where you get down the scenario and dance closer to them… so close, that, as much as you wish to, they can interact with you. 

But the one who is interacting tonight, will be you. You, for some strange reason, feel the desperate need to rip a smirk from that youngster… from that handsome man.

You take some air before the last dance; slowly, slowly the music goes as slow it could go while you get down from the scenario. 

Every man tenses, interested. They think you are dancing for them, but you are certainly not. Him, the one exuding haughtiness, has become the main target. The scarf around his neck will be especially useful for the grand finale. 

You slither his way, shaking your hips closer and closer. So close the tip of his nose can almost touch your stomach. 

That man won’t move; the more you dance next to him his eyes only focus on one single thing; your eyes. It’s almost intimidating; such serious frown, with night-coloured sharp eyes burning holes into your orbs.

But you won't let him win, you aren’t done just yet. Sexily and slowly, you snatch the scarf around his neck, entangling all your body with it as you pull. His long onyx hair graces the back of your hand… how silky… 

His frown changes; his expression is now a little more on the insulted side. On perhaps, the “how dare you touch me?” side. 

You giggle underneath the expensive silk you just stole from him; it smells so good, clean but still with a hint of manly bodily scent. You can tell he’s been sweating. Has he been feeling hot? 

You turn your back to him, the lights filtering through your figure and in between the tiny pores of his scarf while flowing in the air. 

Byakuya’s lips separate just a little; a tiny gasp comes right after. The beauty of the moment, just like a living piece of art, seems to blow his mind… she is alluring. 

Your movements are like liquid gold, each step precise and deliberate, yet flowing with a natural grace that captivates every onlooker. The room is silent, save for the rhythm of the drums, guiding you every motion.

As you spin, the scarf dances along like a serpentine companion. You can sense the weight of your target’s gaze, intense and unyielding. Yet, you don’t mind, it only fuels your show; you want to see him break, to see the facade of indifference crack under the pressure of your enchanting hips. 

With a final flourish, the scarf gets thrown in the air, falling on you like a veil, running down your skin. It slips, as if, that fine silk yearned to kiss all of your flesh. 

You bow, stepping back right after, surrounded by the stolen stole. Your eyes are still locked with his, challenge him; invite him. 

Byakuya remains still, but there's a flicker in his eyes, a spark of something raw and unrestrained.

You know, deep inside, you’ve won. You’ve struck a chord. Now, the performance was really a success. 

You offer a sweet smile before turning away, leaving that man with the echo of your dance, the memory of your delicate touch, and without his scarf. Perhaps, like a trap, you use it as a bait… come and get it by yourself, Mr. arrogant. 

You run to your room, flopping down your bed. Still covered by that scarf, you take a couple of seconds to inhale the perfume before it gets taken away. Because you know, you can feel him getting closer… his aura; is he a Shinigami? 

The knock on the door, announces some minutes after, he is indeed there to claim what’s his. And maybe, all of the rest as well… including you. 

“The scarf” he simply says, standing right by the entrance as you open the door. He seems, once again, filled with conceit and disgust towards anyone but him. 

“Would you like me to clean it, sir? You see, we always try to interact with the publ-“ you want to keep on explaining something he doesn’t really care about, getting interrupted by his gloved hand lifted slowly in the air. 

“And what would you know about cleaning such expensive fabrics?” he asks, visibly more annoyed than before. Even if his cheeks were becoming slowly pink the more he looks at you. 

You smirk; you might be wealthy, but not -yet- my owner. 

“You are most definitely right, Sir… uh, what’s your name? I’m not a cleaning lady; I am a dancer. The best from my region” you answer back, tinting your speech in at least a small amount of his arrogance. 

His eyes squint, his frown intensifies; is this some kind of disrespect crusade towards him, the Kuchiki clan leader? 

“You don’t know my name? haven’t you ever heard of Kuchiki Byakuya? you really don’t know who you stole that scarf from? Weren’t you informed of who was coming here tonight?” he asks, coming closer to you in a menacing, powerful way, but still calm and collected. It seems to you as if he were fighting to keep his real self, tamed. 

You blink, looking up at him, taking small steps backwards. 

“The Kuchiki clan leader and family” you murmur.

“And who do you think the clan leader is? Mh? Why don’t you guess?” he asks, grabbing the scarf in between his index and middle finger. 

You swallow; why is he getting this mad? 

“I… I don’t know, Sir… I- that man, the old man with a moustache? I know the clan leader became a widower some years ago, so it must be him? You look similar to that man, so I’d say that’s your father or your grandfather” you let him know. 

Byakuya does a little head shake, confused. 

“That’s indeed my grandfather, and yes, he WAS the leader. Now, I AM the clan leader; I am the widower…” he corrects you. 

You gasp; a widower at such a young age? No wonder why he seems so embittered. 

“I am sorry, Kuchiki-sama” you immediately change the way you refer to him. “Can I compensate you with a special, unique, private dance?” you continue, offering him something to cheer him up -and maybe, like Sherezade, a reason to distract him from wanting to kill you-

Byakuya lets the scarf go; he has been holding a pinch of it in between his fingers but never once tried to pull it away from you. He thinks; and while he does he looks at you from above and slightly to the side… ah, what an annoying -ethereal and beautiful- creature.  

The noble, whose eyes show the desperate need to say yes, takes his sweet time to cover up his real desires. Yet, ultimately, he says yes to your proposal. It didn’t take much for him to accept, as your eyes became almost a hypnotic instrument to control that man. 

“Sit down, please” you command, turning him around, feeling the electricity on the palms while you touch his arms. 

Byakuya, impassible, sits down in your bed and crosses his legs; a clear sign of his undeniable arousal that he might want to conceal… at least for now. 

An old music player from the world of the living, brought by a Shinigami that visited your lands a few years ago, starts playing one of your favourite songs; that song you use to dance alone, just to practice and to enjoy the musical notes flowing through your body like the blood in your veins.  [a/n: listen to the song here]

Your hips begin to move, up and down, to the beat of the drums. It starts slow, increasing the rhythm little by little when the rest of the instruments join the melody. 

With closed eyes at first, you don’t need to look at him while you dance; you can already tell he’s been bewitched by the sloughy flow of your flesh. 

To Byakuya it is more than sensual; it’s daring. You dare, you challenge him to break a self-imposed celibate, to enjoy the lust of watching a woman dancing for him, and only for him. 

So much he enjoys and gets lured to be a part of your sensual dance that his gloved hands reach for your body. His fingertips search for your skin in between the flowing scarf you dance with. 

You get closer and closer, allowing his hands to finally land on each side of your waist. The contrast of his cold palms with your warm hips makes you get little bumps all over. Though it is most probably because of the delicate and still dominant grab of a man so handsome. 

Unhurried, Byakuya pulls you closer to him, receiving you on his lap. 

You straddle your hips on his legs, with his scarf on your shoulders. Stretching your arms and back, moving side to side like an ophidian woman, you throw yourself backwards as his fingertips travel from your chest down to your belly. 

Oh, and how good this feels to him… you can feel his hardness growing, with the vengeance to penetrate, to impale. 

Byakuya can’t hold back a minute longer; his hands pass through your waist and serve as support for your back. He bends forward, kissing right where your sternum ends. And then up and down, leaving a trail of wet pecks on your skin. 

You reach his head, brushing back his beautiful dark hair. Smooth, soft, silky; you wish to witness it rain down his nude back. In fact, you wish him to be naked, desperately. 

And as desperately as you, that’s exactly what Byakuya wants; to have you naked in between his arms, onto that bed, laying your delicious anatomy back for him to devour. 

He turns you around, throwing you -now with less delicacy, forgetting maybe his noble status- back into the mattress. 

Byakuya crawls in between your legs, spreading them, looking so manly and dominant. His eyes have become sharper, imbued in lust and desire, only focused on one thing… ripping your beautiful dancing clothes off. 

Like claws, his hands pull down the semi-transparent top that only covers your breasts, exposing them. About to gloat, you can hear a manly grunt leave his silent lips. It makes you shiver; an aura of pure superiority forces you immediately to submission. 

The head clan lifts your leg up to his waist, passing his hand through the cut on your harem pants. 

“Is this included in the private dance?” he asks, with his lips grazing yours. You can tell he is about to break; the level of arousal in his voice, on the way he exhales so agitated… 

“This might need for you, Leader Kuchiki, to buy me” you whisper back, as agitated, as needy, and desperate as he is. 

Byakuya smirks; if there is something he can do is exactly that; buy you, acquire you. 

“I’ll pay anything” he answers before his lips crush with yours in such a concupiscent kiss it could scandalize the mere snake that tempted Eve in Paradise. 

Ah, and speaking of paradise, that’s exactly what awaits you from now on.    

Your nails carve on his neck, scratching his skin yearning for his clothes to finally slide down his body. You crave his nudity, as well as his sex deep inside your womb. 

Byakuya unties the sash around his waist; it all gets loose except his muscles and dick. You are now able to pull his fabrics down, exposing what you have already been imaging; a lean, pale, perfect and velvety bareness. 

You are so tempted to bite such precious flesh, but the weight of his hand getting around your neck stops you right away. 

The noble’s fingers curl and carve on your mandible, holding your face down, unable to move. You lay your head and hair on his scarf, giving you a frame worthy of  comparing you with “The Birth of Venus.” 

“You look so beautiful resting on my Ginpaku” Byakuya murmurs, who would have thought he could be romantic during the heat of the moment? 

You bite your lower lip and look to the side; it takes a lot for a man to make you flush and this one has made it possible. 

“Look at me…” he continues, forcing you to fix your sight on his, while his free hand works its way towards your panties. 

A tiny triangle covers your sex; a tiny triangle now dampened in arousal and sweat, exactly like Byakuya’s. He doesn’t care, in fact, all he wants is to take it off. 

He does, pulling them to the side to allow his index to slide right in. He moves in and out, so painfully slow, it drives you crazy. His thumb makes his big entrance then, when it lands on your clit. It traces circles, just to push you to hell and ascend to heaven right after. 

In reality, Byakuya is simply preparing your entrance, getting a little taste of what his sex will soon experience; the warmth of your insides, the spasming of your walls around his dick. All and everything at expenses of your pleasure, a perfect deal for a business man like him. 

“I’m in great need of fucking you, now” he grunts, after biting your right nipple. 

Your back arches; the way his beckoning fingers masturbate you, the way he nibbles on your breasts, the straightforward words coming from his delicious mouth… 

Shivering, you are only able to nod. Your legs quiver, soon climax will arrive; soon, very soon. 

You grasp from his black hakama, pulling them down completely the best you can, exposing an exquisite dripping hardness. Just like him, his sex is; impetuous, straight, even violent in a deadly sharp daintiness. 

Your harem pants get ripped as well, that man isn’t playing about being in “great need.” Your legs, get arranged by him to be resting on his chest; apparently Byakuya enjoys going deep from the very beginning. And who you are to contradict the Kuchiki clan head leader? 

With your ankles on each side of his face, and his long hair tickling on the bridge of your feet, Byakuya guides his sex into your overflowing sex. Both moan and close your eyes during that first slide that feels so good. 

You instinctively try to close your legs, but he won’t let you just yet. Byakuya’s body bends forward, going even deeper on each ram; are those hips made of what? How is he able to fuck you this hard? 

Grunting and moaning mix in one; you can feel his dick reaching your limit. Yours, but not his. The slap of his thighs against your legs becomes louder as he fucks you harder. 

His forehead gets bathed in sweat, your skin burns. Eventually, Byakuya allows your legs to join not before kissing the instep of your feet; only to push them to the side then and keep fucking you that way. 

Your hands grip to his scarf that still lays, all wrinkled, under your head. He smirks; your cheek also gets pressed against it as you turn your face to the side in pure raptured distress. 

You feel your orgasm coming, opening your eyes to let him know, only by your look of pleasure, you are about to come. 

Byakuya catches it quite well, as he maintains the rhythm just the same. “Come… come” he pants, with sloppy eyelids and his own climax right around the corner. 

You nod, pulling him to kiss you while you do. The kiss only lasts for as long as you can endure coming without gasping and wheezing. Panting he inhales and enjoys, as the very last drop of fuel needed for his own explosion. 

And an explosion is what it is; you can feel his cum flooding your womb, filling it up with throbbing intervals of white release. Seed overflowing, with pressure and hot, hot temperature… 

With not much to say, both flop into that bed that’s now covered in sweat despite the freezing winter of the outside. 

“I hope this made up for taking your scarf, Byakuya-sama ~” you purr, as he pulls you to rest on his chest. “I’m not over yet… my precious dancer”

The morning after. 

You wake up, still tired, with sore muscles and the scent of that man still lingering in the air. Yet, you are alone there; he’s gone. 

“And here I thought he was going to buy me for real…” you mutter, turning around to discover a little surprise of what temporarily had been his side of the bed; his scarf perfectly folded with a paper on top written in perfectly calligraphy.

𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛; 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤. - K.B.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ➡ TO BE CONTINUED. 

yes! there is a following fic that will fulfill another request; basically the next one will be a continuation of this one! being then, the same "reader" (I know I said one per character, but you know we love byakuya here)

[alextydaisuda123]

Grandpa pepper and his grandson Pepperman

I remembered that there was such an old pepper in the game. I have long wanted to draw him together with Pepperman, but I still couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don't know if he's related to Pepperman or not (it's not said anywhere), but I've seen someone make it a headcanon that they're related. And damn, I want it too! ;0;💙 I'll make this a headcanon too, they look so cute.🥺 Both are peppers and both are strong, I suppose Pepperman became so strong and pumped up thanks to his grandfather☺️. And yes, his grandfather is still alive 😌👍.

[just-a-mer]

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to bring you along sometime. Ooh, maybe there's a ghost horse somewhere that's small enough for you." Odysseus replies, tempted to ruffle their hair to fuether the playful jab, but remembering his progress on the braids, he opts against the action. Odysseus resumes his twining; threading the strands of hair together and decorating each with flowers and other things he had brought.

At his soon-to-be's bounce question, the king makes a quiet sound of thought. "Can't say I have, though it does sound ... interesting, to say the least." The siren almost forgot how they both had been joined in marriage at one point. The thought of staying forced to the isle while his wife wandered the underworld was already miserable enough; actually experiencing such a fate must be harder than he could imagine. "Did you? I assume you've participated in their traditions - though I couldn't imagine you doing something like that in your adult years."

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer

[quintessenceofdust88]

Gabby, you made ne so crazy about Nonna Rosa and little blobs i can't stop thinking about her find out she's gonna be great-grandma and constantly calling Tommy to make sure he takes good care of his pregnant husband. And they are going to see her and she's knitting so many stuff for babies and absolutely adores pregnant Buck and touches his belly a lot, baking and cooking for him a lot too. She spoils her grandson in law bc she's so so happy and greatfull her Tomaso found the man who loves him and who gives him family. She also speaks Italian to babies through Buck's stomach. Even when they are back to LA. She has so many Italian fairytales memorized and she reads it to babies through the phone . (bc her great-grandchildren would speak it better than their father. She'll make sure if it.)

Tommy even a little jealous his nonna calls every day to speak to babies and Evan, not him, but when he sees Evan, with his belly big, on bed rest, napping while his phone is on speaker and his Nonna's voice reading stories he heard from her too, he feels so happy. That's his family. He did it

Anyway this is my head canon of your fic 💙

DIANA OMG AND WHAT A SWEET HEADCANON IT IS 🥹🥹🥹

I have SO MANY ideas about Nonna and the Blobs, you have no ideaaa!! Let it be known they aren't her first great-grandchildren, but they're her Tomasino's which will automatically make them her favorites!! (Cause Tommy is her favorite grandson given she basically raised him ❤️). But she wouldn't cut him any slack, she'd make sure he takes good care of his pregnant man!

The amount of knitting she'd make for these babies!! She'd make them blankets just like she made for Thomas when he was a baby (and he still has it!!), and they'd be ready when they.come to visit her (like, a week after she found out Buck's pregnant hehe). And awww, her constantly touching his bump and baking him all his favorites! ('Tommy, help, I don't think I can eat any more cinnamon rolls!' 'Sweetheart, I couldn't stop her from feeding you when you weren't pregnant, what makes you think I can stop her now??')

Nonna has the best recipes for morning sickness and for healthy pregnancies ('Pah, drugstore vitamins! What you need is a good Italian chicken broth, Evanino!') and she sends them home with about a thousand Tupperwares when they go back to LA ('Nonna, I don't think we can get through airport security with this' 'Hm, next time you should come in your elicottero, tesoro')

Would you believe me if I told you I had this exact idea of her telling Italian fairytales for the babies?? The same ones she told Tommy when he was a kid 🥺

But I do think she'd come to LA (on her own cause 'I've traveled all the way from Italy sixty years ago, Tommaso, do you really think half a country will keep me from taking care of my boys and their babies?'), at least temporarily, once Buck gets closer to due date because there's no way she's missing the birth of her bisnipoti. ❤️❤️

(They don't have a guest room ready for her, so Bobby and Athena offer for her to stay with them. Two days and they start plotting ways to never let her go back to Indiana again)

She spends all afternoons with Buck, telling him stories about her childhood in Italy while she cross-stitches. And when he naps she talks to the babies in the softest voice so as not to wake her Evanino.

And Tommy? Tommy would of course be a little jealous (he never had to share Nonna's top spot before hehe), but yeah, his heart would burst with happiness. Especially one day when Evan's cuddled up to him on the couch, napping contentedly after they hosted a barbecue for their fire family, and Tommy's gently singing an Italian lullaby for his bump. That's when Nonna comes to him and presses a kiss to his forehead: 'What a beautiful life you've created for yourself, Thomas. I'm so proud of you, bambino mio.'

Anyway thank you smmm for sharing your headcanon with me, darling! Nonna and the blobs mean the world to me and it makes me so happy to see you love them too!!! Your ask truly made my day 🥹🥹🥹

[just-a-mer]

General Info

"Odysseus speaks like this." And actions like this.

Pronouns: He/They (interchangeable)

Tag: Siren!Odysseus

Out of character will look like this! Marked as ooc.

Pronouns: They/Them

Tag: Mod swims

RULES

While 18, NO NSFW (Suggestive/Innuendos are fine but nothing explicit)

Be respectful and remember that, at the end of the day, we are all just people sharing an interest, and that behind the screen, I am just another person.

I will not respond to any personal questions (unless its something simple like, let's say, favorite colors and whatnot)

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Have fun!

Other Blogs

Dead!Odysseus RP account -> @leading-with-the-heart

Multimuse Blog -> @mythical-meadow

Brief AU Description

In this version of Epic, Odysseus was born as a siren. Much of the story remains the same, yet with added traits to the man? mer? mythical? Nobody? - with quite a fair amount of digging into his past!!

General Tags

Art Tag: A fish!?

Other Worlds / Crossovers: "letter to the king" 🫒

Relations (Odysseus)

° Childhood friend turned love -> @thrpr0phetuseek | Tag: "I miss my family" duo 🩵💙

° A friend -> @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren | Tag: "Curious melody"💧

° Adopted Son -> @wave-and-chains-bound | Tag: "Webbed hands" 🌧

° Another Adopted Son -> @carousel-anon-aka-alexander | Tag: "Ambitious prince" 🎠

° Adopted Child / Sleepy Interactions -> @sleepy-4n0n | Tag: "Whispering waves" 🪐

° Brother -> @jump-into-my-op3n-arms | Tag: "Brothers of the tide" 🌊

° Platonic Partner -> @notesbyaphrodite | Tag: "beauty believed" 🩷❤️

° Friends if the main feeling was annoyance | Tag: "Friends? No." ⚔️ | @the-great-emperor-commodus

° A child of Zeus / grandson(?) -> @minithunderbitch | Tag: "sparking resentment" 🌩

Relations without @'s

Best friend: Polites | Tag: "Melancholy memory" 🥞

Brother-in-law: Eurylochus of Same | Tag: "Scattered scars" ⚡️

Former Mentor: Athena / Goddess of Wisdom + Master Of War | Tag: "Forgotten thought" 🪶

Wife: Penelope of Ithaca | Tag: "Bloody hands" 🏹

Son: Telemachus of Ithaca | "greatest joy" 🗡

Youngest son/adopted son: Astyanax

Mother: Anticlea

Father: Laertes "old orchard" 👑

Sister: Ctimene

Other Interactions

Alternate Odysseus' | Tag: "man or monster" ⚖️

"Lore" Link (Odysseus)