#hope x roman

[tasneko]

"Nicely done Chibi!!"

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Which version do you prefer more? 1 or 2?

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Honestly, this is the first time I drew 15 Soukoku with their original outfits, this gave me such nostalgia of season 3 🤧

[loubetcha]

it’s always “ily” and never “bysmadaafaibsygsrashsmattoykmhymmawpioyesayomnidkiiwdtaidekiicaiiqntw”

[sxmplychxrry]

rainbowfish [sebpaint] sickfic but painter just has 578 computer viruses and his CPU is overheating horribly so Sebastian has to fix it all

[soggyremmy]

HELLO HI HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

(I'll only post gay ships this month 👍)

[heyaritou]

"I'm so relieved…"

[megumimania]

Hey!! I love ur jjk writing and I was wondering if I could ask for Geto! Some fluff with his s/o and instead of nobody noticing his struggle, his s/o does and helps him though his hard time and then we never get a KFC heartbreak 😀 anyways thanks sm for all ur works they are great!

tysm anon and i love this idea sm!! hope i did it justice!! 🩷

warnings: angst to fluff, geto is my roman empire, geto deserves the world sorry!

there’s something off with your boyfriend and it’s bothering you.

over the past few weeks, your usually loving and caring boyfriend has become more distant and subdued. he’s still affectionate but you can tell it lacks the same loving sentiment that it once had. it’s like hes doing it out of obligation, not love. you’ve asked shoko and gojo but it seems like they haven’t noticed anything either, which makes you feel like you’re overthinking this, but there’s something that keeps telling you that whatever geto is going through is much more worse than being in a bad funk.

he barely talks to you anymore, often replying in grunts or little notes he sticks around the place, he barely eats and the signs of it are evident, his uniform being less flattering and his face becoming more gaunt. when you try to raise your concerns, he dismisses them instantly, often saying something along the lines of ‘im fine’ and ‘I’m not even that hungry anyways’ whilst kissing your cheeks as if that is supposed to calm down your anxieties about him. you’re currently losing the man you love right now, watching him waste away in front of you, while the world looks on.

you currently feel like you live in two separate worlds from each other, despite you both being in each other’s spaces all the time. it’s driving you insane how estranged you’ve become these past weeks, it’s like you’re living with a stranger. until one night you finally decide to bite the bullet.

“suguru, we need to talk.” you pat the space next to you, inviting him to join you on the couch. he does so reluctantly, taking a deep breath as he does so. “yes my love?” he says, playing with a loose string of clothing on your shirt.

“are you okay?” you finally ask. he stills for a moment and you’re hoping that he doesn’t take it the wrong way and shut you out of his life. geto’s shoulders finally relax as a strangled sob escapes his lips, “i watched her die right in front of me, y/n.” he puts his head in his hands as he tries to collect himself. “every time i close my eyes i see that moment—it was my job to protect her and i failed, y/n!”

“it’s never was and it will never be your fault, you’re just a kid.” you pull him into a hug, gently stroking his hair. geto crumbles under your touch and for the first time in weeks, all the dark thoughts racing through his head come to a standstill. it seems that the grief and anguish that came with losing riko renders him speechless, as he cries in your arms for what seems like hours. “you did what you could and that is enough.” you gently reassure him.

eventually he pulls away, eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying. “‘m sorry.” he murmurs, wiping his tears away. “i didn’t mean to mess up your shirt.” you take his hands into yours, looking into his eyes. “thats the least of my worries right now, i worry about you suguru, you don’t sleep or eat and it terrifies me that one day i’ll wake up and you’ll be—” ,you blink rapidly trying to stop your tears from falling, “gone.”

suguru’s heart lurches at the thought of that, of him being gone and you being left to pick up the pieces all on your own. so he wills himself to try—for his sake and your own, and so he does because he stupidly realises that is what love is about, the constant support and love that you’ll always have for one another which never wavers, no matter how many times be tried to keep you at arms length in order to protect you.

so he lets you wash his hair, his hair tangled and matted from weeks of not washing it, he lets you feed him, despite his protests. the intimacy of it all makes him realise how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life, that makes the unbearable days much more bearable.

and for first time in weeks, suguru geto goes to bed as a somewhat happy man.

[brotherconstant]

SUCCESSION (2018-)

GERRI KELLMAN & SHIV ROY

[andreal831]

Please tell me you don't blame Elijah for Hayley's death because all too many already do.

I am like jeez he didn't have his memory in the first place to save his family or specifically Hope!!!

That man did everything he could for her and he loved her moreover he fell for her even without his memory, like what more do y'all want now from him???

PS: I also think he died at the end not just cause of Klaus's death but also cause his grief was too much for him to bear, why else would he leave his family, hope alone?

What you think?

I'll never blame Elijah for Hayley's death and will fight anyone who does. It typically comes from Klayley stans, so I made a tik tok to explain that logic: here.

My biggest gripe with it is the writers clearly did it to prop Klaus up as being the best man for everyone and adding onto Elijah's despair to kill him off. Klaus got to somehow play the victim in Hayley's death. The show made it more about him than even Hope or Hayley.

But yes, Elijah erased his memories to protect his family. People love to call him a hypocrite because he tried to have morals but would always cross them for family. Elijah erasing his memories was him trying to do the right thing because he realized this about himself. Talk about character development. He knew that, even if it would jeopardize some of his family, if Klaus needed him, he wouldn't be able to help himself. So he erased himself. He essentially killed himself. And the fandom somehow makes Klaus the victim in even that. If the show was going to do all that, might as well have just given all of the Hollow to Elijah and staked him (plug for my story, Last Sacrifice, on AO3 and WP).

So after Elijah essentially commits suicide for his family, he finally gets to live. But not really him. Some guy who doesn't know anything gets to live. How Marcel, Vincent, and Elijah thought that would be a good idea is beyond me. So he is released into the wild with no protection and Antoinette essentially takes advantage of it. I could never get into them as a ship after finding out she knew who he was the whole time. He is with her for seven years (his longest relationship) and even engaged to her. Enter Greta who convinces him that his family is in danger. Yes, Antoinette was his family so Greta and Roman were his family by extension. And we know how protective Elijah is about family.

And yes, he does know he's technically a Mikaelson and they are technically his family. But he also knows they are terrible people and has no emotions to go with that knowledge except the normal disgust one feels when looking at random mass murderers. They mean nothing to him. He walks into that house believing Klaus is there to kill his almost brother-in-law. He then sees "Andrea" and likely realizes it is Hayley. But again, no emotions are attached to the name Hayley. He may have been attracted and felt a connection to Andrea, but he is actively realizing their evening together was a lie. That she hid her identity from him and he isn't sure why, but knowing what he knows about the Mikaelsons, he doesn't trust it. Granted he is processing all of this in seconds. He looks around, sees Hayley and Greta in a fight, sees Roman and Hope unconscious on the floor, and see Klaus moving forward, unsure where he is headed. He doesn't help Greta, he doesn't involve himself in the Mikaelsons, he simply stops Klaus and moves to rescue Roman.

Yes, it sucks that seeing Hayley didn't just break the compulsion, but that's not how this world works. He didn't even know he wanted to fight the compulsion so he didn't. What he did fight was the compulsion to make him remember. As soon as the emotion started to come back and he realized Hayley was dead, he fought the compulsion to stop it for days. He'd rather never remember a moment of his life than live with the fact that Hayley was dead.

The argument really falls apart when, as you said, you point out the true Elijah. Anytime the writers wanted to cause issues for haylijah, they had to push Elijah into OOC. When she went behind the red door and he was the monster he was afraid to become and then when he literally erased who he was. Elijah with memories would have found Hayley even faster than Klaus cause he wouldn't have wasted any time. He would have gotten there before they even had time to bind her wolf side. Hell, he would have realized she was missing right away and found her before Greta kidnapped her. The only way they could have Elijah not save Hayley was to completely erase him.

I've talked about Elijah's decision to die by Klaus' side: here and here. To me, Elijah was always a bit suicidal so it didn't take much to push him there. Losing Hayley was the last straw because not only did he lose her, but he lost Hope. Klaus or Freya blamed him for Hayley's death and Hope hated him for it. Rebekah was ready to run off with Marcel, Kol with Davina, Freya and Keelin were moving on. Elijah was utterly alone. I think it had less to do with Klaus than to do with Elijah just having nothing to live for. I hate how people make even Elijah's death center around Klaus.

Klaus could have lived for Hope but chose not to. Elijah was going to die either way because he didn't want to live anymore. A lot of that was due to losing Hayley. Maybe if he had a better bond with Hope or anyone in his family had put effort into being there for him, it could have been different.

Thank you for the ask! I'm kind of sad that you would even think that of me! (Jk! I realized I've never spoken about it on here <3)

[inkedfictionista]

Them - part 1✨

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in a bittersweet way i like that we, the audience, know that gerri still cares about roman in a way that roman doesn’t. we saw her during the funeral ep, we saw her stricken watching him struggle through the speech and cry, we know she watched him walk out, we know she stuck up for him about the video. he wasn’t in a place to be able to perceive those things happening around him, especially since he probably wanted to pretend she wasn’t there after their last conversation. so when we see her looking at him through the glass in the finale, we know she’s probably just concerned about him and wondering how he is, which is why she looks at him twice instead of walking right by and ignoring him. there’s a very slight invitation there to interact. but when he feels her eyes on him, all he perceives is the crushing awful weight of having failed her, because he doesn’t know what we know. and that’s hell. but it’s nice.

[cumxxslutt]

No More

Warnings:Smut, Swearing, Pussy Eating 🤭, Cum Eating, forced orgasm? (I think?), Daddy Kink!, Anyways call me out if I missed something . 🫣

Fem/Black Reader

Roman Regins x Reader

(His hair in a ponytail has me going crazy 😟)

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“Get up here” He said to me , I started to climb up towards the head of the Bed , Then He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me up halfway, “Sit on my face” He says looking in my eyes , thinking on it for a minute I finally respond “No” I say with my head down , He looks at me and smirks “I said sit.on.my.face” He says now pulling My shorts down and ripping off my panties

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“You Ready” He says , I couldn’t even get a kword in before I felt his warm Tongue on my slit , I let out a soft moan throwing my head back , He Lifted me up and moved around to get in a comfortable position , When He got comfortable He sat me back down on his face

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Gripping his hair And moaning his name , Him spreading my legs Holding my thighs apart , Slurping, and sucking “fuck” I moan leaning my head back a bit , He kept licking , Eating me like a man starved and possessed , He flips us over , Now I’m on my back legs pushed up to my chest , As he’s now between my legs

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“Please” I mumble feeling his tongue Run Over my Pussy , “oh fuck! , Right there” I said gripping his Arm , then moving my hands to pull on his hair , “Please Don’t Stop” I said , Scrunching My face up in pleasure

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“Ohmygod , it feels so good” I replied feeling my orgasm approach , “fuck! , I’m about to cum” I Say , Feeling his tongue Fuck My hole , ‘ohmygod , he is tongue fucking me’ The thought of that has me going feral , My legs started shaking as he kept tongue fucking me

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He flipped us over so I’m back on his face , He tapped my Left ass cheek twice as a signal for me to cum, “Fuck!” I scream out , Legs shaking, Tears streaming down my face, As I came he ate that shit back up , Every Drop of cum that came out of me , Went right into his mouth , Almost As if he was addicted to my taste

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Before I could even process anything, He Moved me off his face , And Pushed my body down into all fours , I gasped but that was quickly cut off , when I felt him push his dick inside me , “You Ready Mama” He mumbled in my ear , I looked at him through the mirror and nodded my head

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“Fuck! Daddy!” I moan out loud, letting out a couple of whimpers still sensitive from my last orgasm , “Take this Fucking Dick” He said fucking me rough , Grabbing from the back of my neck and whispering in my ear , “Be a good girl , And I might just let you cum again” He stated letting my neck go , causing me to fall face first in our pillows

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“Mhm” I moan out and he kept fucking me , I then felt his hands slide down between my legs , His fingers Rubbing the top of my clit , I grabbed his wrist cause I felt like I was gonna cum , “I’m gon-“ I was cut off By screaming his name as my body shook as I came on his cock and his fingers , “fuck” I mumble dripping cum thinking we were done

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But he never stopped he kept fucking me , Dick still in my Pussy , Hands still going in circles , “No More” I cry out , trying to move his hands but he was to strong and wouldn’t move , so I tried to slip his dick out of me, But he held my hips from doing so , “Naw don’t run from this dick now” he said Now taking his hand from my clit and putting both hands on my waist

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“Ohmygod” I screamed , “fuck!” I kept repeating over and over , “Stop” I said dragging the “P” But he never did , it hurt but felt so good , 4 more orgasms later , I was shaking and crying as he pulled out of me , I Whimpered as he pulled out , I let all my tears fall

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“Shh , Mama it’s okay” He said picked me up turning me around so now I’m on his lap as he rest’s his head up against the headboard , “it’s okay baby” he said kissing my head , “You did so good , My Pretty Girl” He said pulling the covers over us as I was drifting to sleep

“My Pretty Pretty Girl” he said once more before laying down with me .

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Hope this won’t ass , Rushed but who cares 🤷🏽‍♀️ , anyways hope you guys enjoyed it , Might of got some miss-spelled words or some bad grammar . !! 😭

*GIF ABOVE IS NOT MINE*

[horiizonsstuff]

MAY DOODLES / BLACKQUILL DOODLES #3

happy gay month and stuff, here's my yaoi contribution for this acc... its all blackquill + oc x oc pairing

oh my god oc content! YURI!?!?!??

[ijustwannadraw0716]

While I work on drawing projects lemme just throw some more angst at you guys cause why not lol

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Roman tapped his fingers against his phone, anxiously staring between the screen and the doorway. He needed to leave soon and continue his mission, he only had one open spot where he could attack, but he couldn't do it. Not before hearing about Virgils position. It was a rough attack, but Logan had assured he could find the information needed to locate Virgil. Logan would find him.

His phone lit up with a musical tune, the ring startled Roman. He jumped and nearly dropped his phone. He fumbled a little, but quickly pressed accept and brought it up to his ear.

"Well?" He breaths, heart hammering hard against his chest as he waited.

Logan cleared his throat. "Virgil survived." He confirms, his tone detached yet, Roman could barely tell, his body sagging in relief at such information.

"Oh thank Disney! I-" Roman felt his voice crack a little before he shook his head with a breathless laugh. "Alright, I have to go, thank you Logan."

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Logan stared at his phone as it disconnected. He let it fall in his lap while Patton ran a hand over his shoulder. He shrugged it off, pressing his lips together.

"I shouldn't have done that." He murmurs slowly. Patton shakes his head.

"Roman will save the city," His voice trembles as he talks, breaking at the end. Logan inhales sharply. "Its...it's for the city."

"It's logical," Logan chokes. "I know."

Chubby arms wrap around his shoulders and he doesn't bother to push them off, tightening his grip on his phone.

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It's over.

Roman had saved the city from the villian once again, having them thrown in prison once and for all. He returned to the base, energy soaring his veins, skipping excitingly. His muscles burned but it was worth it to come home to his beloved thunderstorm.

Though, he does say, walking into the living area, everyone seemed to have grim looks on their faces.

He paused for a moment, his accomplishments seeming to die where he stood, an eery dread running through him as he eyed the group.

Virgil was nowhere to be found.

He frowned, eyeing Logan, who didn't, dare say, couldn't look at him and took a step closer. "What's with all the sour looks?" He asks, furrowing his brow before letting out a cheerless laugh. "Did Remus pour too much lemon juice into the cake again?" He tries to lift the tension, yet his humor falls flat, and he watches as Logan takes in a sharp breath before standing abruptly. All eyes fall on him, and he steps forward. Roman watches as he takes on his professional posture and frowns further.

"Logan?"

"Missles had hit the foundation of the northern building, erupting in a powerful explosion that took few lives but caused many injuries."

"Logan-" Roman begins, clenching his fists as he continued with his monotone discussion, and a sinking feeling in his chest knew where this was going.

"Remus managed to deter anymore destruction from being done. Unfortunately, as the scavengers were searching for casualties..." Logan seemed to choke on his words and Roman felt his fists tremble.

"Where is he?" He grinds out. "Where's Virgil?!"

"He's dead Roman."

Roman chokes on nothing, his heart screeching to a stop while his blood drew cold. He shook his head and pointed a finger at the man.

"You said he was alive!" He snaps, tears burning at his eyes as pure fury scorched his insides. "He's alive! I don't believe you!"

"Roman," Janus tries softly. "Logan had to tell you he was alive. It would have compromised the mission. It's protocol."

"Screw protocol!" Roman sneers. "Where is he?!"

"Virgil is dead." Logan says firmer this time, as if his hands weren't trembling by their sides. "He died Roman. He's gone. The building collapsed on top of him, there was no saving-"

Roman punched Logan Square in the jaw.

[cassiopeiasara]

Summary: In which Athena takes the promotion and Elaine takes a chance.

Pairing: Athena Grant/Elaine Maynard

Rating: G

[littleoddwriter]

Hey I saw you're requests were open so I thought I'd give it a shot. I been a fan of your writing for years asspecialy roman x male reader.

So I was wondering if you could do roman sionis x male reader, who copes with life with starving himself and using drugs.

I completely understand if that's a lot and if you don't feel comfortable writing it for any reason whatsoever I more than understand. Please put you're well being first please. You're writing has always been a big comfort to me and tge past few months haven't been the easiest and yeah 😅

Keep up the amazing work and remember to take care of yourself, I'm really sorry if this was uncomfortable to read or has waisted your time

Coping | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Hey there! Thank you so much, first of all!!! That really means a lot to me, so, thank you! And thank you for your request and trusting me with something so personal. I hope the story I wrote for it can give you some comfort and that I've done your request justice. Please stay strong and keep on going. I'm happy you're here and I hope things will get better for you! <3 Take care! <3 summary; See above. notes; Male!Reader; Implied Past Traumas; Mentioned Drug Abuse (Cocaine & Heroin); Mentioned Disordered Eating Habits; Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms; Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

Having been dealt a pretty bad hand in life, you have developed unhealthy and self-destructive coping mechanisms to get through your days. Rationally, and always in the back of your mind, you knew that what you were doing to cope with the negativity and difficulties in your life, you only made things worse. 

Starving yourself didn’t make your issues go away, and neither did the drugs. Of course not. But substance abuse has given you those much needed breaks from your own mind and the bullshit you had to deal with day in and out. Not eating - or rather, very rarely - was mostly a form of self-punishment. A method you’ve learned early in your life.

After meeting Roman, things had been going well for a little while. You ate pretty often because of your dinner dates with the other man; although your portions were fairly small. And you did lines of cocaine with Roman together, which definitely made it seem like it wasn’t so bad after all.

You’ve been feeling pretty happy when you were with him. That was new. You liked it. And you definitely liked him.

Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t last though. This natural high of being with Roman. 

It only took one new traumatic experience, which was a painful reminder of your terrible past, to let everything crash down and burn. 

When you met with Roman and he wanted to have a meal with you, you refused. You said that you weren’t hungry and he accepted it after a small fight. He hated not having his way, but he also knew when to let go. At least, he did with you. 

But the more often it occurred, the more suspicious he became. 

The next time you saw him, it was unexpected. You had just done a shot of heroin before he barged into your small, dirty apartment.

“I hate being played with, Y/N,” Roman stated angrily, uncaring of the fact that he had just crashed your high. 

You simply looked at him with heavy eyelids, trying hard to focus on him standing in front of and above you as you were slumped on your worn-down couch. 

Frowning, Roman snapped his gloved fingers in front of your face, “Are you not listening to me?�� 

As he asked this, you made a small sound in the back of your throat, humming softly in acknowledgment. 

“What’s your problem?” you responded eventually, rubbing your hands over your scruffy face.

Roman fixed you with a piercing glare, sniffing in disdain, “You are.”

That woke you up a little, as though somebody had poured a bucket of ice water over your head.

“What do you mean?” you asked dumbfounded.

“The fact that you’ve been fucking avoiding me! You keep standing me up when I want to meet you.  We haven’t even fucked in a while,” Roman huffs with annoyance, “If you don’t want to see me anymore, then just fucking say so, but don’t you fucking dare lead me on!” 

Sitting up straight, you held up your hands in a placating manner.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you rushed the words out, “Roman, no. I don’t… Fuck…” 

With a deep sigh, you put your head into your hands, scratching your scalp in frustration. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m not leading you on, I promise!” you said urgently, looking back up at Roman with pleading, bloodshot eyes.

As suddenly as his anger usually appears, the fight left Roman’s body and he sat down next to you on your couch. He was trying hard not to make a comment about the state of your apartment, let alone your couch, or you, but you could see the disgust in his features before he schooled his expression.

“Then what’s going on with you?” Roman asked in a surprisingly soft voice. You could even detect a hint of vulnerability in it. 

For a long moment, you simply looked at him and debated with yourself. Should you tell him the truth? Would he leave you if he knew how broken you really were? 

The longer your gaze held his, you felt your resolve break until you broke down in tears as all of your repressed feelings suddenly came to overwhelm you. 

It took Roman a few seconds to act, but he put his arms around you and pulled you close at last. He didn’t say anything and just let you cry into his shoulder. He would probably make you pay for his ruined suit jacket one way or another, but that would be a problem for you in the future. And maybe it didn’t matter as much to him now anyway. 

Through your pained sobs and stinging tears, you explained it to Roman. You told him about your traumatic past, your coping mechanisms, your current situation that led to you neglecting your relationship with him. All of it spilled out of you without a way of stopping it.

When you were slowly calming down, Roman kept his arms around you and rubbed your back soothingly. 

“Well, I didn’t expect that,” Roman mused, “but I’m glad you’re not fucking with me.” 

Knowing Roman, this was as close as you’d get to any sort of response to what you just told him. It was also the closest thing to reassurance from him. He didn’t get up and leave. He didn’t scream at you. He simply held you close and comforted you in his own way. 

“We’ll have to find you some better coping mechanisms, though. And stop punishing yourself by not eating for fuck’s sake!” Roman continued after a few long moments. It made you smile weakly. 

“I’ll try,” you responded hoarsely. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘I’ll try’, my fucking ass. You’re going to move in with me and I’ll watch you eat a full meal at least once a day. Got it?” 

There it was. Roman’s way of showing that he actually cared.

For a minute or so, you were so stunned by his, well, demand, that you completely forgot to respond, until he nudged you with a huff, “Got it?”

Weakly, you nodded, “Yea- yes, okay. Sounds good.”

“Good,” he smiled brightly. “Because remember, you’re my boy now and I like to take care of my things.”

[taydaq]

honey, i want to break you

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