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Character Poll Tag
Thanks @tragedycoded (here) for the tag! ♥️
Rules: Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!
I loved your twist to the original tag game, so:
Tagging (no pressure): @druidx @magic-is-something-we-create @oh-no-another-idea @revenantlore @sender-paulson and an open tag for anyone who’d like to join!
#( rhikasa ) tag game#i got tagged for this months ago but it looked like a lot of fun#i'm so curious to see the results 👀#( wip ) world of skies#( wos ) character#( wos character ) anathema#( wos character ) guinevere#( wos character ) radan skylark#( wos character ) silas#( wos character ) theodore grayson
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#*carly catalogs#i have to give the rookie team credit where credit is due cause their [chenford's] playlist is baller#10000/10 good job 👍👍👍#laughing at the one s6 song at the bottom lol#lets hope they keep this ball rolling and continue to pump us full of more music cause there were some songs i never heard before#and i love discovering new music through tv it's one of my favorite past times#anyway i'm curious to see the results 👀👀#oceans & engines is the one for me 🫶#(it's the one i've listened to most anyway)#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#chenford#otp: you know me so well
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fem or not, spock totally has a thing for jim being casually buff as hell. ("It is merely logical to desire a capable mate.") bones calls bullshit.
(that's because bones knows from personal experience ;))
but also i'm curious lmao.
#star trek#star trek tos#star trek fanart#tos#star trek the original series#spirk#spirk fanart#mcspirk#mcspirk fanart#mckirk#mckirk fanart#kirk/spock#spock#jim kirk#leonard mccoy#bones mccoy#fem!trek au#dust trek aus#montgomery scott#pavel chekov#genderbend#but theyre fundamentally the same actually. i just get to draw more hair <3333#not even kidding when i say scotty is so underrated as a thirstable character#genuinely i think he is so beautiful#uss(sapphic) enterprise#maybe i should make that the au tag but i just KNOW ill forget it immediately 💀💀#omg. spock totally also is looking at bones' ass isnt she. NEW POST ISEA JUST DROPPED#i love spones so much you guys so sorry (i am not sorry)#sapphic
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Ok, so In your response to my last spiel, you mentioned that Alexander will have a zero tolerance policy towards anything that may harm Reader and her the twins, including other wives.
It does make me wonder how Alexander would react to one of the wives (aka Roxanna 👀👀👀) trying to kill our girl. I keep picturing this scenario where it's a banquet, feast or some sort of get together with Alexander, Reader, Roxanna and maybe some of the generals. Long story short, Roxanna hands Reader a cup with a 'special' drink (ie she says promotes health, will help with the pregnancy etc). Reader, being as smart as she is, and knowing Roxanna's history, is automatically suspicious. To see if it's safe she either asks Alexander to 'taste' if for her or insists that Roxanna take the first sip. In either case, it results in Roxanna frantically slapping the cup out of Reader's hand before either she or her husband gets poisoned. At that point, everyone has noticed the commotion, and have realized that Roxanna has just tried to poison the Queen.
My question to you is this: what does Alexander do next? Lets assume reader is pregnant just to make thing extra spicy.
Since requests are open again, perhaps you could do it as a reaction blurb? I'll leave that up to you though. I'm just curious as to what you think would happen next.
Thanks, and hope you feel better ❤️!
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❝ 📜— lady l: this was longer than I thought and I don't know if it's good, I liked it, but let me know your opinion, anon! Forgive me for any mistakes, love you! ❤️
❝tw: attempted murder, mention of poison, domestic violence (??), physical punishment and perhaps torture.
❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.
❝ 📜word count: 1,246.
It was supposed to be a happy and fun dinner.
Needless to say, that's not what happened.
You were sitting next to Alexander, being shown off as his beloved Queen and heavily pregnant. Everyone was hoping for an male heir and was happy for you, everyone except Roxanna who looked at you as if she wanted to stab you or, in this case, stab you in the stomach.
That scared the shit out of you.
You were already familiar with her story, about what she had done to Stateira and Parysatis, and you were afraid that she might try to do something to you and the baby.
You wouldn't let anything happen, though. Although you weren't excited about the pregnancy news at first, you warmed up to the idea and began to look forward to holding your baby in your arms. And you'd be damned if you let anyone try to take that away from you.
''Are you alright?'' Alexander leaned over and whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled, it was still strange calling him your husband, but you were getting used to it.
You gave a weak nod to his question.
Alexander frowned and placed his hands on your swollen belly. It was just a few months until the birth and he was so excited. He did want an heir, but he couldn't help but want to have a girl.
A little princess to love and spoil.
''We need to start choosing names.'' He joked, trying to ease your obvious tension, although he didn't know what was making you tense. Yet.
''I already gave you some choices.''
Alexander grimaced, ''Yes, you did and they are all horrible. What kind of name is Augustus?''
You laughed loudly, attracting attention. Augustus, yes, you had given him that option as a joke. Obviously you weren't going to name your child after the first Roman emperor, but it was fun to play with your husband about historical things.
''It's just a common name where I come from.''
''Hm...'' He half-closed his eyes and you touched his face gently, caressing him. Alexander purred and leaned into your hand.
This earned you a look of compassion and a furious, jealous look from Roxanna. You didn't notice and neither did Alexander, both too busy in your affection for each other.
''I love you.'' He murmured, looking into your eyes intensely.
You smiled at him, ''I love you too.''
''Let's make a toast!'' Nearchus' amused voice sounded and everyone turned to the admiral.
''A toast?'' Cassander asked with a loud voice looking into his cup of wine.
Nearchus laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the back, ''Yes. In honor of our beloved Queen, (Y/N).''
Nearchus didn't notice Roxanna's withering look at him. But you did and the pure hatred you saw in those dark eyes gave you goosebumps.
You knew that look and you knew nothing good was coming.
Everyone raised their cups, even your husband's second wife. You were the only one drinking water, even Hephaestion was drinking wine, and he was loose and happy. And that made you happy, you liked him and he was one of his closest friends and you hated seeing how haggard he seemed lately.
''I dedicate this toast in the name of our beloved (Y/N). Our Queen, sometimes soldier and friend.'' Everyone laughed as they remembered what you had done in the Indian Campaign, ''And the child she carries in her womb. May it come healthy and, regardless of gender, we will love and protect this child. To (Y/N) and the baby!''
''To (Y/N) and the baby!'' Everyone repeated and drank the wine in your honor, you laughed, feeling loved and took a sip of water.
You took a piece of bread and bit into it, satisfying your hunger. Roxanna looked at you and smiled. She took a clay jug and poured the thick, dark liquid into a cup and handed it to you.
You raised your eyebrows in doubt as you picked up the cup.
''It's for you. My doctor told me that it helps with pregnancy and helps the health of the baby and the mother.'' Roxanna explained, biting into a piece of bread.
You mentally scoffed. She didn't think you were that stupid, did she? It was insulting that she thought she could poison you in such a blatant way.
You decided to act quickly, ''Why don't you take a sip first?''
She furrowed her dark eyebrows, ''Excuse me?''
''It's a custom among my people that the person who gave you a cup must taste it first.'' You explained, handing her the cup.
Roxanna looked at the cup in your hands with hatred.
''Take it'' You encouraged her, ''or is there some reason why you don't want to drink it?''
Alexander turned his eyes to you and Roxanna, before he could ask what was going on, Roxanna slapped your hand, making you drop the strange liquid on the table.
The noisy room fell silent in a matter of seconds as Alexander stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on Roxanna.
''What do you think you're doing?'' Alexander's voice was so cold, so lethal that you stiffened. He ignored you, focusing entirely on his second wife.
Hephaestion, who was sitting on Alexander's left side, stood up and touched the thick liquid on the table. He grimaced as the liquid stuck to his finger.
''That's...'' Perdiccas started to speak but couldn't finish.
''Poison?'' Ptolemy finished for his friend.
''How dare you?!'' Cassander growled, also standing up and glaring furiously at Roxanna. He never liked her, he wasn't oblivious to the hateful looks that Alexander's barbaric wife sent to you, to his friend. And now she tried to poison you.
Cleitus was still sitting, watching everything with a stony expression, but his hand was on the dagger stuck in his chiton. He was prepared to act, one word from you and Roxanna would be eliminated from the world.
Alexander still didn't take his eyes off Roxanna, but he spoke to you, ''Go to our room. I'll be there in a few minutes.''
You wisely decided not to disobey.
You stood up carefully and quickly looked around, watching all your friends, your husband, stare at Roxanna who looked terrified. You should have felt bad for her, but you didn't.
Not when she threatened the life of your unborn baby.
Once you were out of sight, Alexander addressed one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the hall, ''Take the whip.''
Roxanna's small body shook in fear at her husband's words. Her shaking legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor, feeling hot tears fall onto the dress she was wearing.
Alexander did not feel sorry. And neither do the others. She had brought this on herself.
Actions have consequences and punishments must be applied. And Alexander would not tolerate anyone threatening your life or that of his unborn child.
Alexander felt satisfaction fill his body as the guard brought out the whip and positioned himself behind a desperate Roxanna's back. He watched with satisfaction as the whip hit her sensitive skin and felt satisfaction when he heard her screams of pain.
Roxanna was to blame for her own pain and the scars that were forever marked on her skin were true proof of that.
#yandere history#history#yandere historical characters#the lost queen#yandere alexander the great#yandere alexander the great x reade#alexander the great x reader#yandere reaction#reaction#yandere blurb#blurb#imagine#i'm not sure#o- anon
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A fantasy that has been on my mind for some time is being in the poly with the tf141 and having 4 kids that clearly belong to each one of them but all of them treat the others like their own.
I'm just gonna put that idea in your head and run away do what you want with it👀👀👀
ps: I love aaaall your fics but especially how you write the poly ones 😘👌
thank you, my love <33 i hope you enjoy this, i think i misinterpreted this but i loved it so bad :")
4 men + 4 children + you = a recipe for disaster (lovingly)
they all treat the children as their own, there isn't any favouritism shown in front of the children (obvs the dads to each corresponding child would bond a little more closer to them but you get the gist)
it's simply a tradition for each child to receive a kiss before the men go off to work. soap and ghost have rushed out in a hurry but quickly do a u turn and come back to press a tender kiss to the children and then you and then they leave in a hurry
it's a loud chaotic house (assuming you all live together) but you're never alone in taking care of the kids
simon does cooking, price does the cleaning, gaz and johnny washes up and you entertain the children and get them all ready for bed (yes they do the cooking and the cleaning ‼️)
bedtime stories. all the babies cuddled up on their own dad's chest while you read a story for them, resulting in most days waking up to see them sleeping all in one bed since no one had the heart to move the sleeping babies from their chest
deployment can get very hard even if their hours are cut and it draws heavy on their hearts too, being away from you and their baby. each man makes it up to you always <3
but each of the children taking after their dad :") i made the kids into girls, they're such girl dads 😩
price's daughter: a gem. naturally a little more quiet but she's compassionate and a great listener. her heart is gold, always making sure that those around her are good and well. she's is a natural charmer, an observer and a listener. somehow always knowing the solution to the problem wherever all the kids get into trouble.
simon's daughter: she's got the sass from her father. doesn't take shit from no one but a total affectionate baby underneath. loves deeply, always wants the best for everyone. fiercely protective even from a tiny age, somehow always managing to get into trouble in wanting to use the "grown up" weapons instead of the baby ones simon had to buy to make sure there were no injuries since she was so curious. get into a lil bit (or a lot bit) of trouble because they want to train like the soldiers
gaz's daughter: a curious little thing, she is. her eyes always hold interest in whatever is placed in front of her. interested in how everything works, a hard worker. albeit she get into trouble sometimes because she likes testing her limits and somehow always falling off from things which results in her dad getting mini panic attacks everytime she isn't in sight.
johnny's daughter: a breath of fresh air. so much laughter packed in her tiny lungs, hyperactive always, trying to make the best of every situation. always able to make you smile, no matter what state you're in. little ball of sunshine, giggles sure to put you out of a bad mood. and the total prankster of the group. so very sneaky but so innocent looking so nobody suspects a thing
and then imagine if the kids all had total different personalities. price's kid is like gaz, simon's kid is like price, gaz's kid is like johnny and soap's kid is like simon lmfao. it would be so fun to see how they react <3
#asks#i loved this sorry if it was all over the place 😩😩#i'm in the biggest mood for dad 141 :“)#simon riley#simon riley x reader#john soap mactavish#john price#kyle gaz garrick#dad!simon riley#dad!price#dad!gaz#dad!soap#dad!141 x reader
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Cregan + modern!au; he’s a hockey player and reader’s a figure skater? 👀
Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.
Why am I kinda obsessed with this idea?🤭 (this kinda came out as a drabble, im sorryy)
I'm seeing an 'enemies to lovers' trope here. You met him at the ice rink, you were practicing a new movement that was getting a bit too hard to perform when the whole local team suddenly took over the rink. You approached the guy that seemed to be the captain - angry that they didn't have the decency to talk to you before wordlessly kicking you out. The guy introduced himself as Cregan Stark, and you immediately recognized his face from the posters on every place in Winterfell; it was a small town, and people like him would obviously get praised by his neighbors. You didn't like him at all, especially when he didn't even apologize to you.
Regardless of that situation, you still came back to the rink afterwards, using the only place available for you to train. Occasionally, your coach would be with you - and some days Cregan would arrive early and he would watch you from the bleachers, curious to know why he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. Of course, you didn't notice him at first, but after a while his intense gaze was easily perceived by you. After a few days and once your training finished, he approached you and apologize for 'the incident of the other day' - you didn't think too much about it, but you accepted the apology. That's when all started.
You still were a bit reluctant to make acquaintance with him, noticing how he would act so different and tougher around his peers but funny and easygoing with you - almost like a Dany Zuko situation. But regardless of his odd attitude changes, you would still accept going out with him after his practice. You laughed - a lot. Cregan become addicted to the sound of it, getting butterflies each time he would hear it. You had a great time, secretly wanting to repeat the occasion. You hang out a couple times, until he invited you to one of his games; and you accepted.
Throughout the entire game you would see him get beat and push around, holding your breath each time he would fall on the ice; you never knew what was that all about. Things got out of hand when you saw how he would push someone from the opposite team, resulting in a fight that would make everyone gasp; your heart beating faster once you saw blood running down his nose and him being guided towards the dressing rooms. Your body reacted by itself and before you knew you were standing in front of him, holding tissues up his nose and laughing at his antics. That was the day you knew you liked him - that you really, really liked him. It was the day of your first kiss too.
Weeks from that, everytime he was on the ice rink he had you - his number one supporter - on the bleaches, cheering at him and cursing at anyone who dares to put a hand on the man you loved. And whenever you had a presentation, after spinning around and doing your tricks on the ice, you would always have to your number one fan waiting for you with a giant smile and a bouquet of flowers on his hand, ready to take you home to celebrate your victories on the privacy of your room. (iykwim)
If you have something to add, please feel free to send me your ideas✨🤭
#liv's replies#ask games#cregan stark#cregan stark imagine#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark x you#modern!cregan stark#house of the dragon#modern!hotd#modern au
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I did this poll back in February 2023 when I first got polls but I'm curious to see if the results have changed 👀 also adding some newer options as well
Please reblog <3
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Note: Well, here's the smut that I promised y'all a few hours ago 🥰 I'm a little rusty, so bear with me on this one 🥺 I hope you'll enjoy it and as always, your feedback is appreciated and reblogs are welcomed.
Plot: Wesker agrees to be dominated. How would that work out for you? 👀
Pair: Albert Wesker x F!Reader
Tags: smut, face-ridding, handjob, endging, degrading.
Word count: 3.2k words
Wesker was on his knees on the floor, with his hands tied behind his back. He was wearing just his grey pants; the rest of his clothes were thrown carelessly in the room, leaving him with a with a bare chest. His eyebrows were knitted in a frown, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were fixated on the door. Faint bruises appeared on his wrists as a result of the constant friction between his skin and the rope. He was impatient and needy. He wanted to get up and burst that damn door, but you asked him so nicely to indulge in your fantasies that he could not break his promise now.
“I’m almost done, honey!” You shouted with a sweet voice, prolonging his agony.
He had a painful erection; his bugle was throbbing in his now very tight pants, and it was begging for relief. The sound of your voice wasn't helpful, as it angered the man, who knew that you did it only to antagonise him.
Finally, when he felt he couldn’t wait any longer, the door opened slowly, and soon your figure stood proudly in the frame for Wesker’s display. You had such a nice, tight dress that complimented your curves, and seeing you made the anger fade away. The only thing he felt now was eagerness, a sweet-sour sensation that consumed him, and yet he couldn’t help but enjoy its sadistic delight.
He was never been at your “mercy” so far, neither physically nor psychically. He was always in charge, and he enjoyed the position he had, but yet, when you asked him so kindly, so genuine, if he wanted to be beneath you for only a few hours, he didn’t object too much.
“Waiting for me?” You asked as you slowly approached him. You cupped his face with your fingers and tilted his head so he could look at you. The sight was delicious. It was obviously how bad he needed you only by looking into his red-shining eyes. His cheeks were also rosy, and his forehead was a little sweaty…but the real delight was in between his legs…
“My, my, if only you could see yourself right now…” you began saying with a wicked grin. He was about to say something, but he was cut short when he felt your toes firmly pressing on his shaft. His demeanour changed in a second; the words he tried to murmur turned into a groan, and his eyes widened slightly. The frown disappeared from his face, and now he was looking at you with a curious gaze.
“Judging by your face, I think I look astonishing.” He said it in confidence, but that would also be tested. Wesker held in his moan when he felt your toes moving from side to side over his painful erection. He wasn’t about to give up yet. He had to keep his composure.
“You have no idea.” You moved your fingers underneath his jawline to have a better grip and pressed your lips over his. At first, he didn’t share your passion. He was rather distant, and if he were to engage, he would do it blandly, but you gave him a little motivation. You pressed a little harder over his erection and then relieved it, and you kept pulsating like this until he became more receptive. He pushed himself towards you; he became more intrusive, as if he were desperate to taste you more and more.
A sting of saliva was still connecting your swollen lips when you pushed yourself away, but Wesker had her intentions. He wasn’t ready to let you go yet.
A sudden sensation of pain disrupted your thoughts when he rapidly grabbed your bottom lip with his teeth. Not that it hurt too much, but what shocked you was his speed, which left you speechless for a couple of seconds. You had to reinforce your position quickly, or else he’d get bored.
You sighed.
“What did I say about not touching me?”
“But I didn’t touch you. C’mon, that was just a little affectionate bite.” He said it with a smirk.
“Well, I had a surprise for you, but since you’re such a brat, I don’t think you deserve it anymore.”
You could see his muscles tensing, and that only added more pressure to the already unbearable heat between your legs. You were soaking wet, and all you wanted to do was climb on him and ride his face until his lips were swollen. You were already imagining your legs over his shoulders and felt as his shaft repeatedly slamming inside…
You sighed…
“Something on your mind?”
His smooth voice pulled you out of your fantasy and brought you back to the present, to see the same defiant smug who was smirking, thinking he won.
"No, honey, nothing on my mind.” You said, replicating the same smile as you approached him, and began to kiss him again, but this time you kneeled in front of him.
The bastard was tall, so he still had leverage above you, but you were determined to put him in place. Also, to have Albert Wesker kneeling in front of you was very exciting and gave you confidence that you could overpower him.
As your lips touched over and over again, you grabbed him by the back of his neck to keep him close, and with the other hand, you worked to free his cock from his pants. The moment your delicate fingers slightly touched his clothes, a tiny, muffled moan echoed in your mouth, and you could feel his muscles tensing again.
“Ease babe…” You said between kisses, “I’ll get there…”
His kisses became more eager and intense as you worked your way into his pants. You felt his flesh hot, wet, and throbbing with every twist of your tongues, and once you pulled it out, you gave it a few gentle strokes along the length.
Wesker wasn’t silent anymore; no, he finally stopped suppressing those moans, and now it was obvious about his desires.
You moved agonisingly slowly as you took pleasure in feeling every vein and every throb of his cock. He was so big that you could barely wrap your fingers around him, and your own body was shaking at the thought of him being inside you at that moment…
“You’re not allowed to cum…” you said as you created a trail of soft kisses from his lips to his jawline, then to his neck. “Just be good and stay hard for me, ok?” You said it with a sadistic giggle before starting to nibble on his flesh, stimulating those spots you knew made him weak. He leaned his head aside to make room for you, resting on your loving hand. His lips were slightly open and his eyes closed as he began to sink deep into a territory where judgement is gone and it’s being replaced by simplicity and haziness. For Wesker, the simple act of getting to the edge of his desire would soon become the motif for tonight.
Your fingers would move at the same pace, enjoying the sweet moans that would escape his lips along with the heavy breaths. He was starting to lose his composure, and that showed in how heavy he was becoming in your arms. When he started to look for more friction and move his hips, you stopped, which made Wesker whine, disappointed.
“What the…” he said while panting.
“Why are you so surprised? You thought I’d let you finish?” You said it, smiling as you wiped your hand over your gown. “I have plenty in store for you tonight.”
As you stood up, you put your hands over his shoulder for support. However, you didn’t anticipate his next move.
Feeling anger building inside him and losing any sort of judgement whatsoever, he ripped the rope effortlessly and grabbed your waist. The impact was so sudden that if you were not holding his shoulders, he would’ve managed to swipe you off your feet completely. However, you quickly regained balance and stopped him midway through getting up.
“No!” You shouted as you pushed him down on his knees. “You are not allowed to.” Once he fell to his knees, you slapped him hard across the face.
The room became silent. Contrary to your expectations, Wesker not only did not move a muscle, but he was also looking up at you as if he were waiting for instructions. He did not expect him to react this way either; he did not expect to fall into obedience, and he did not expect his cock to throb once your hand slapped his face.
“Look at you…” you began talking in a deep undertone, “you are pathetic. You gave up so easily after a few rubs.”
He couldn't break eye contact because not only did he feel hypnotised by your stance, but he was also kind of enjoying being degraded by you. His cock would twitch with each insult, and he’d grow more and more eager to please you just so you could give him release.
“Get on the bed.”
He stood up without saying a word and began walking. His pants were thrown somewhere in the room along the way, leaving him completely naked. With every step, his excitement grew bigger and bigger as he found a strange delight in the uncertainty ahead. Like an obedient servant, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for you.
“Now you’re waiting? Huh, interesting…Lay on your back.”
He did just as told, and a smile appeared on his face when he saw you climbing on top of him.
You hovered your hips over his cock, toying with his nerves a little longer and testing his patience.
“Hmm…” Your eyes looked down at his shaft. It was painfully hard, twitching and begging for you to just fuck him already. Its tip was red and swollen, its base was pulsating, and you also noticed faint movement in his hips.
“That’s how I like you to be, nice and hard for me.”
You lift your skirt a few inches so you can reveal your pussy to him. Wesker couldn’t help but whimper helplessly at the sight. It was a mix of desire and frustration, as he wasn’t allowed to touch you.
“If you only knew how ready I am for you now.” You said this as you swayed your hips slowly above his cock.
“Please show me…” he said in a raspy voice.
“You want me to show you?” Your low, silky voice filled the room and joined Wesker’s whimpers.
"Yes,” he said after a long exhale.
Even if every muscle in your body ached, even if you felt heavy and just wanted to come down and engulf his dick already, you fought these urges with all strength and crawled forward. Initially, Wesker could feel the anger beginning to boil, but once he saw it coming closer and closer to his head, he began to feel excited again.
You came on top of his head and lowered yourself. Wesker didn’t hesitate to grab and suck once he felt your warm and wet cunt all over his face.
“By the way…” you said as you moved your fingers slowly to his navel, “you are still not allowed to touch me.” You stopped your hand there and enjoyed how he kept shifting his hips in hopes that maybe you would give him some attention.
He hummed something as he kept twisting his tongue around your clit, in-between the folds, licking and tasting the juice that’s dripping down his face. Even if his cock was swollen and rock-hard, he was still delighted to drown in pleasure.
His movements were rapid and impatient; his tongue was all over the place, and he was speeding between your clit and hole. You began to match his rhythm, and so you started moving your hips back and forth. You needed him so badly that you forgot about your goal and began to focus on your pleasure.
You had a first full of his platinum blond hair, and you’d pull anytime he’d get you closer to the edge, which wasn’t bothering him at all. In fact, you could feel the vibration of his moans and the heat of his rapid breaths in your core, which added to the beautiful symphony of your bodies.
Something was missing, though. Your body felt…naked…because you yearned for his firm yet loving touch. You yearned for him all night long, and now it’s finally time.
“Albert…” you began between sobs, “touch me…touch me now.”
Two hands immediately seized your breast and pulled down the fabric to reveal the hard nipples. After that, he didn’t hesitate any longer to toy with them between his fingers, sending new waves of pleasure throughout your body.
“Fuck yeah…” you said as you wrapped your fingers around his much larger hand. His mouth kept working tirelessly all the time, which only added to the tension that was building up. However, he gave you a few more licks, and then you felt a strong grip on your waist. After that, your back hit the mattress with force. You had no idea when and how he managed to flip you over so easily, and you were about to express your opinion about this but were interrupted when you felt his swollen head slowly stretching your hole.
“Oh my-“ you began, taking a deep breath when you felt him pushing himself inside. Inch by inch, you felt yourself becoming fuller and fuller, and then he stopped for a second, adjusting his position, and then he finally began to thrust his hips, giving you new sensations to cling to.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, urging him to go deeper and bury himself completely inside. God, you needed him so badly.
“I can take it…” you said while looking into his eyes. Your words made him smile, and with a hard thrust, he fulfilled your wish. You felt full to the brim, but you were so happy, and your mind went stupid.
Your arms were squeezing and scratching his back muscles with every thrust. I was pure bliss, and that not only reflected in your state of mind but also in the room’s acoustics as your moans, kissing sounds, and wet sounds were combined in a perfect symphony.
Every time he’d rub that spot inside you, his name would become clearer and clearer on your lips, and his scratches would become more prominent. You gave them such a nice shade of red, one that he’d enjoy watching after the deed is done, as it’s a sign he gave you great pleasure.
“Fuck…” he whispered between his teeth. Your tight cunt also brought him pleasure, so much so that he lost his composure, and now he allowed all sorts of sounds to escape his lips. From guttural groans to moans and whimpers, he didn’t refrain from any. Your name would also be so sweet on his lips, especially when he’d bury himself in your squishy cunt.
“You like it, don’t you…” you said, trying to tease him. “You like it when I’m mean to you.” You smiled and bit his earlobe playfully.
“Yeah, I like it, but something tells me you enjoy it more.” Right after he finished speaking, you felt a strong grip on your hair. He pushed your head aside and sank his teeth into your flesh, which made you wail. This sound pleased him, judging by the guttural groan that just came out of his mouth, so he kept on biting you—not as hard, but enough to leave love bruises. The pain faded away as soon as he picked up the pace.
Wesker yearned for closure as well, so he collapsed on top of you and allowed his deepest and more primal desires to take control of him. His head was buried at the junction of your neck, and his dick slammed repeatedly in and out at a fast pace, chasing his release.
You felt him throb more frequently, and you knew he was close, so you raised your head a bit and pressed your lips on his neck. The contact made him twitch, but soon you heard whimpers as you began to twist your tongue over his favourite spots. His thrust became more erratic, his breathing more intense, and in those moments, you began to bite his neck hard. In a few seconds, you felt him filling you up with warm, thick loads of cum. This, along with the kisses he gave on your sore neck, made you reach your own climax, and so your walls milked him of every single drop.
Wesker collapsed next to you, still panting and trying to catch his breath. Your fingers traced over your sore neck, and you groaned when you touched those painful bruises.
“I will make them go away; don’t worry.” He said it in a reassuring voice as he held your hand. His big thumb went over your soft skin in circles as he was lost in his thoughts.
“Something on your mind?” You said this as you noticed the silence.
“No, it’s just that it felt different, you know.”
“Different in a good way or a bad way?”
“Different in a way I never thought I’d enjoy.”
“So in a good way.”
He nodded and pulled you closer so you could lay on his chest. Your hand went across his chest and rested on your shoulder, and he resumed caressing your soft body.
“I hope I didn’t slam you too hard.” He said this as he rubbed your back.
“No, I didn’t even feel it.” You confessed. “You’re good; don’t stress so much about it.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and his mood improved visibly. “I should be the one worrying about your back.”
Wesker chuckled lightly.
“They’re already healing, love.” He turned his head to see you, and your eyes met his adoring gaze. His eyes weren’t red anymore, but now they had that charming shade of amber that made you lose yourself. His lips were curved in a satisfied yet tired smile.
“Lucky you.” His lips met yours once again, but now they weren’t in a hurry like before. They wanted to savour you and enjoy every moment as they remained glued to your lips in prolonged kisses.
“Wanna try again?” You said it so low, almost like a whisper.
“Sure, but some other time. I want to take care of you right now.” He said this as he looked at your neck. The flesh was covered in purple, diffused bruises, and even if they were a sign of pride for him, he knew that they hurt you.
“That’d be so sweet of you, especially since my back started to hurt a bit…ouch.” You placed a hand on your lower back and dramatised a bit. You were starved for Wesker’s attention.
Wesker chuckled again and kissed your forehead.
“I knew, love.”
“I also didn’t mean all of those things, you know that, right?” You said as you started to shower his face with kisses, “I was carried away.”
“Relax love.” He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it.
He didn’t have to say it out loud because both of you knew how much he enjoyed it.
#resident evil#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#albert wesker x f!reader#albert wesker x you#wesker x reader#wesker x you#resident evil fanfic
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im a little too tired rn, is it okay if i ask you to elaborate on the “tbc shouldve come out after oots because of how asc was handled” post… im curious 👀
Also a little sleepy so I might become back and edit this later but I was kind of nibbling on it in my brain and I think thematically, changing the order just lends itself better to OotS -> TBC -> AVoS -> ASC. Some of this is veering into rewrite/au territory but that's the fun part lol
Omen of the Stars
Sets up the religious themes of TBC with its Heaven/Hell cat war.
Sets up that StarClan can be wrong and this has negative consequences for the living cats. Examples: Yellowfang interfering in Cinderheart's life, StarClan telling the Clans to divide themselves before the war.
Sets up that there are cats in the Dark Forest who do not deserve to be there.
The Great Battle itself, quite literally them fighting demons of the pasts and "codebreakers" who aligned themselves with said demons, creates a really good set up for TBC.
The Clans are reeling and, had OotS pulled it off better, the great battle could've been devastating...and why a more strict leader trying to "pull his Clan together" would've been more acceptable.
The Broken Code
The themes and plot of TBC just work sooo much better with the aforementioned set up.
Themes of StarClan being wrong, making mistake, recontextualizing the Dark Forest as somewhere not as pure evil but also a result of these mistakes.
Ashfur swooping in post-war to get a hold on leadership, taking advantage of Clan pride, and using the code as a guise to unite ThunderClan under an iron fist.
Like the setting feels so perfect for TBC to me?? Post spiritual war between heaven and hell where even StarClan faced losses, a malevolent spirit with a grudge comes down to take advantage of this huge split whilst the worst leaf-bare the Clans have seen approaches.
But that's also obvious connections to make, what it also lends itself to is the new theme of authority and leadership that becomes relevant in AVOS.
This is also where the seeds of code changing are being planted.
A Vision of Shadow
Like I don't like AVOS Rowanstar, I find the text tells me one thing but his actions tell me another but for the purposes of this, I'll indulge the intention of the writers: Rowanstar is supposed to be too permissive.
And like, this doesn't work right after OOTS in which multiple ShadowClan cats sided with the Dark Forest.
But it does work post TBC after the Clans just fought and faced losses against Ashfur.
We see a leader reckon with the consequences of their own unchecked power (and perhaps sees some past echoes in the process?)
We see the use of the code to justify brutality fuel a growing disrespect from those in the Clans.
There is unease and unhappiness with the status quo (and in a good series, this should not be a bad thing)
SkyClan also brings into question the benevolence of StarClan. Would they turn a blind eye to ShadowClan? To RiverClan?
Things need to change, AVoS is the straw that breaks the camel's back: things need to change.
A Starless Clan
Berryheart's role hinges a lot more on AVOS while comparatively everyone else's can be either or, so just making AVOS more relevant adds to that.
ASC, as muddled and sloppy as it got, is about change and it is about progress, even if the authors got really scared and sympathetic towards bigots who want to halt that progress.
Continuing the theme of authority: what happens when a Clan has no leader?
Continuing the theme of faith: what happens when cats turn their back on StarClan?
and don't get me wrong, ASC stumbled downhill into a bush of thorns, but these themes do have more room to stand when we reorder and stack these themes to build on one another.
I'm stretching a little but I think thematically, switching everything around like building blocks just makes ASC like...idk have more to stand on?
I think I'd have to go on more of a rewrite tangent to make this work better but I feel like using TBC to set up AVOS rather than vice versa works better.
Star Specific Point (Spoilers)
I think also the ending ultimately being about choosing to come back and faith in the living also just caps off these building themes better. Frostpaw choosing to come back because she can do more alive than dead just lends itself to ideas of autonomy and breaking from the idea that StarClan is all-knowing and all seeing.
#it's about the theeeemeeess to me the themes#like oots and tbc are more thematically connected then avos and oots#so instead of like jerking back and forth. we just like build and plant seeds incrementally
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Long story short, after musing about some things, I'm curious about the age of people's Commanders, so poll time it is!
Sorry for excluding sylvari, but they're by default in the younger range (the oldest at that point would barely reach their 20s) and they'd skew the results ;; Feel free to add an (non-sylvari!) OC that is the closest thing to a Pact Commander you have (co-commanders, successors, mentees, that weird dude following them around everywhere, etc), as long as they're active in the Pact during the personal story!
Aurelia is only 36 years old by the start of the game (48yo in current story), but I feel like she's still one of the oldest Commanders I've seen around. And by all means, lemme see your not-young Commanders! Let's have them get together and complain about their backs hurting or something! 👀
#gw2#guild wars 2#gw2 poll#poll#reblog games#I poll you answer#am curious therefore I ask#bonus points if you share screens of your comm!
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Okay okay so,
@sweets3rial asked for a Siren!reader x Pirate!Leon a while ago (3 months ago actually I'm so so sorry)
I have two options I'm thinking about!
Option 1:
A sweet and curious relationship like Serena and Phillip from Pirates of the Caribbean: Stranger Tides (bc I love them sm)
Maybe Leon isn't a Captain but a lower ranking pirate (Krauser or Luis as the Captain perhaps?) that secretly sneaks off the ship while the rest of the crew is sleeping to rendezvous with reader (maybe some angst bc the crew isn't a fan of man-eating fish ladies??? 👀👀)
And reader isn't inherently bad, or she was, but has now changed bc of Leon and loooooovvvee
Option 2:
Leon is a Captain (Luis as second in command perhaps?) and almost dies bc he can't resist singing, shiny fish ladies (same Leon, same)
So he wants to hunt reader down (he isn't sure whether he wants to kill her or keep her bc of his curiosity) and it's more of a heated/teasing dynamic with lots of tension but they can't resist eachother in the end!!
And as much as reader wants to take a bite out of him, those blue eyes would be a shame to see become dull
♡
#bumblebeesfromvenus#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x fem!reader#resident evil leon#leon kennedy angst#leon kennedy comfort#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy smut
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HUSK IN A LER/LEE MOOD 👀👀
STARES. STARES VERY RESPECTFULLY AND INTENSELY,,, 👁👁
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LER MOOD
— His usual grumpy face isn't as grumpy anymore, more like boredom
— Searched on the internet to see what's the name of this cuz his old ass would NOT know I'm sorry
— Drinks to forget about it but in the end it was the worst decision he could have
— And by being a honest drunk he kinda.. y'know......
— Let's go with Angel, he's the one who heard the news ✨️
"Ler mood, eh? I heard 'bout it, in my studio we got a few people with a tickling kink. I can help~"
"Not as a fetish, asshole."
— A bit confusing at first but it's not that difficult to realize that it's more like a bonding/comfort type of thing
"...I can still help with that."
— Results: wholesome tickles
— Surprisingly a really careful ler
— Not talkative, just wanna hear the other person giggle
— Awkward at first but he gets used to it!!
— Later on he turns into a lee radar and just knows who's in a lee mood
LEE MOOD
— Again, no idea what it is, had to search it up
— Tail won't stop wagging whenever he thinks about it
— Definitely messes up most of his drinks because his mind is just NOT here
— A bit more sensitive
— Since he's unluck af I feel like everything around him will just not go on his favor 😭😭
— Niffty with her feather dust, Angel wiggling his fingers somehow, maybe someone gets into a tickle fight even, meanwhile he's just watching
— To be honest it would be curious if Alastor was the one to find out
— ...and he would help :D
"Oh well, that's not someone I would expect from someone who barely even smiles! HaHaHa!"
"So funny."
"But don't you worry, I can help."
"...what?"
— Not for kindness obviously, this man just wanna see some humiliation
— Husk can't take teases at all
— Cough cough purrs cough cough
— SNORTS TOO!! DEFINITELYY
— Lee mood lasts longer if the one tickling him is someone he loves (platonic or not)
#tickling#tickle#tickle community#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel husker#ler!husk#lee!husk
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Sooooo, I just managed to watch the whole of Kalki-2898AD in one sitting today.
And what a masterpiece!!!!!
I know that reviews about the movie have been mixed, (Arshad Warsi, eyes on you, man👀👀👀) but amongst the abundant comedic relief, were to me atleast, many buried little Easter eggs and clues that only someone with a knowledge of the Mahabharata, and someone willing to look with a more thoughtful eye will catch!
Bhairava's whole characterisation is the single most largest example of this! After Ashwathama's first little flashback, the suspicion of Bhairava being Karna began to itch at me, because who else could be a greater warrior than Arjuna on the field of the Kurukshetra battle?
The first similarity I found was this.... The way Bhairava has spent a large portion of his life trying to enter an elite society simply because he believes that the circumstances he was born to are not the determiners of his capacity. The way he almost KNOWS in his heart, that he has a fate larger than this coming for him, yet blinds himself into believing that it is life at the Complex! The first mistake that Karna committed in his life is the same. His first step into adharma, was brought about by his desire to be considered equal amongst the Kshatriya warriors of the Kuru clan. To not be limited by the circumstances of his birth or upbringing as the son of a sarathi....
The second clue to me, was his attachment to Bujji!!! This one is less of a parallel, and more of an indirect clue as to the background Bhairava might have, though. Karna was the son of a charioteer, who was expected to be one too, and strongly disliked the idea of being forced to be one when his interests lay in becoming a warrior that people spoke of even eons later. And at the end of the epic war, it is his chariot again, and the kshatriya king Shalya as his charioteer that pave the way to his death! The first time Ashwathama hurls Bujji and Bhairava loses yet again, this was straight where my mind went.
Then, there are the more subtle character nuances. Karna in his time, was considered a warrior second to none, and yet people often only acknowledged him as an equal to Arjuna. And in one modern iteration of the Mahabharata that I'm not sure where I read it, Krishna says that while Arjuna competes with himself, looking only to better himself, Karna strives to be better than Arjuna. And in that, he holds himself back to Arjuna's level. A clear sign of a hyper competitive person, is that not? And the first time we see any sort of a serious don't mess with me attitude from Bhairava, is when he is losing. When he has lost. And so goes his patience with the wind, his need to be undefeated, to WIN leading him to his following chaotic course of action...
And finally, the centrepoint of Karna's story, his Identity.... Karna's whole story, his cause and consequence, his curse and his many boons, are the result of his birth, and the way it was hidden from him. Bhairava too, seems to have an origin story that he either does not know, or does not remember, instead covering it up with comedic relief sob stories (according to Bujji, not me!!!) of adoption and a Captain father, which Dulquer was sooooooooo cute in his 10 minutes of screentime! Does Bhairava have a Radha too, who brought him up as a bosom son and he refuses to give up her memory to anyone? Why at the end of the movie did he lose recollection of the climactic fight? Has he been cursed with forgetfulness and therefore does not remember the legends of his own story?
Overall Kalki 2898 AD, to those watching with an open mind and a thoughtful eye, is a minefield of curious parallels, and a reversed good vs evil that with more detail from part 2, could make for a blockbuster winning combination!!!!
PS The way he looks at Sumathi/Deepika before picking her up in his arms was so 🤯🥵🤤... And is the baby somehow his and not a result of Project K? Because I do remember Sum-80 saying she was negative after the last attempt at seeding. Curiously endless possibilities!!!!!
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Ok I don’t know if people are gonna see this or answer this but I’m curious since I have so many docs opened I have to focus on one. Might as well help me choose. Also, sorry for not adding a "results" section in this poll, I'm a silly little guy lmao.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x you#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#chris redfield x reader#chris redfield smut#chris redfield#resident evil fanfiction#resident evil leon kennedy#resident evil Chris Redfield
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Part 7 might just be my favorite part by far.
I'm so happy the rest results were negative. And Good for Mr. Gojo getting ride of the Wicked Witch. Also I'm laughing at Naomi and her suffering, she deserves it but curious about what's going on with her family and why they moved around so much.
Oh and WTF Toji WTF. You can't go behind your girlfriend's back and talk to her baby daddy to make yourself feel better and because you think it best for her and daughter. You just need to worry about your own kid and communicate your issues with Satoru still being love with Y/N better and let her decide what's best for herself and Yui.
Anyways (dramaticly put on a tinfoil hat) I have theory that I know you won't answer if it true or not because it would spoil the spice and the drama but:
I have this feeling the Toji's mother is Mr. Gojo ex-wife which would make Toji and Satoru half-brothers (talk about Y/N having a type).
Mention Satoru's older brother so much in this part and I can just feel were be meet him soon (if my theory is wrong) and also his mom.
You also mentioned Toji's mom a few times as well which caused me to draw the connection.
Also it's not like anyone would really make the connection because if Satoru and his brother ever met it would have been when he really little so he wouldn't know what his brother looks like and brother probably wouldn't recognize him. Though I guess Mr. Gojo could be curious about why his first born and Y/N's boyfriend share a first name but he'd just chalk it up to a coincidence because different last names (I'm assuming Toji last name is Fushiguro but maybe it Zenin in this I can't remember you ever stating it)
Okay I'm done theorizing (Removes Tinfoil hat)
And on on final note this line right here:
Had me swooning. Like I've been flipping between team Toji and Team Satoru but damn I think I'm in love with this man.
Anyways bye for now and see you after part eight.
omg i just remembered that i wrote that line and whAT its now one of my favorite lines FDSJLSLSKS but yeah, hmmm that's an interesting theory👀 that would let the story escalate to a whole new level of drama :")) and i really liked writing the thoughts of satoru's father abt his rs w his mom. makes me really sad for him. living all those years, probably trying hard to convince himself that he could learn to love her for the sake of his remaining son :(( anywaysss thank u so so much for this, im sorry i took a bit to reply, i was so busy😭im grateful for the support always <33 take care~!!
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I've never done this route so I'd be curious to see it even if it does hurt my heart a bit. Mostly, I'm looking for opinions on if any resulting boons/consequences from this would be of significant benefit to an honor mode run/make things easier down the road 👀
#also I REALLY don't want to have to do the Viconia fight it was so hard the only time i did it#so not sure if DJ Shart would be able to avoid all that or not#shadowheart#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 honor mode
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