#in fact i think they deserved to just check out of their characters and give the bare minimum for this project
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Ohiwe
After Oh is split into two, their power is halved/divided. But! Other traits are not necessarily divided evenly. So she holds all the romantic love (unrequited) for Ymber. She also has the rhythm/ability to dance while the other half cannot keep a beat for the life of him.
#my characters#also just because im fascinated by the fire deity as a duo and how they think#ymber (water deity) is renowned and worshipped for knowledge and he is incredibly skilled and smart and logical#oh (and then ohime and ohiwe after the punishment) is famed for fortitude#but also holy moly the lil fire freaks are obsessed with the scientific method of trial and error#like while ymber would prefer to observe and gather data first before coming to any conclusions or even consider what to test#ohime and ohiwe just go YOLO! and speed run science#like after ymber gives deacon a very hefty blessing and the word reaches the fire duo ohime just jumps to travel#and waltzes into ymbers city and is like hi hello good to see you i need to borrow your boyfriend#and then gives a playful nudge and oh my the ward flared how fascinating#and begins to circle the poor guy and just gently getting too close vs a decent distance and seeing how the ward reacts#and hes like OKAY SO IN CONCLUSION to the wonderful question of can ohiwe and i buff the boyfriend#the answer is no because you completely dominated the poor guys body like look at him hes unable to drown now#and hes so sad that ohiwe and him cannot in fact make deacon fire proof#but then he continues with yeah cause obviously we would recruit fulj so she could bless him with lightning#then you could have a water proof boyfriend who also cannot be melted inside or out#and deacon is just like wait i cant drown anymore? what?#ohiwe and ohime just visiting the other deities in rotation since they have the ability to leave one in charge of the fire city#and let the other wander to check on their buddies and sometimes just playing host in the fire city#for fulj if she wants to visit because she deserves an honorary home there after her own punishment#also idk if it matters to anyone else but it matters to me but the city of fire has so many snakes#because the fire deity are closely tied to serpents in association#so they have two in their temple (though they can leave!) and then snakes all around the city#like in the street or slithering into someone's house ya know as snakes do
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✭ jealous, jealous, jealous boy ◦ ༆

characters: park gyeong seok (player 246), hwang in ho (player 001), kang dae ho (player 388) and hwang jun ho (police).
how squid game mens would be with jealous
Hii! This is my first time posting on tumblr, I want to alert you all that english its not my first language, so, if theres some mistake on my writing Im really sorry! But I accept any and all help and productive criticism if I commit any mistakes. 🫶🏻

park gyeong seok (player 246)
➴ as a busy man, gyeong normaly wouldnt have time to think about any younger boy trying to impress you. With his job and his sick daughter, his mind would always be focused on thinking about the next bill to pay or his debts
➴ but, if he ever saw a guy being to friendly or close, I can just imagine him tensing up and doing that sexy jaw clenching thing. He would try to not care to much, he didnt want to make you feel controlled or suffocated by him
➴ He’s a patient man, wouldnt do anything by impulsive or without thinking, he dont want you to be sad or angry with him
➴ he would silently observe you two while paiting in the park, you would think that he didnt even saw, but he would be constantly checking you to make sure that the guy wouldnt be crossing the limits with you
➴ some insecurities would pass through his head, he would think that may you finally started to notice that you deserved someone with better conditions, someone that could take you to dates in amazing restaurants and travels; or maybe that you should be with someone younger than him
➴ whem he finish his job, he would arrive at your side, nothing but confidence in his face and actions, he would put a hand on your waist and smile asking who is your new friend. He knows what to do to let whoever your talking to uncomfortable
➴ would make sure to call the guy “boy” or “kid” and make it sound innocent and oblivious, as if it weren't for evil, in fact, the guy is practically a child
➴ in the moment that the boy finally get embarrassed enough to leave, gyeong would hold you a little bit near and give you a kiss on the cheek, just making sure to let clear that you were together
➴ if you ask him about it latter he would just smile and say that he was just “making sure that you were ok”, never really saying that he got a little bit jealous
hwang in ho (player 001)
➴ girl, let start with the point that letting this man jealous would be a problem
➴ I dont think that he would kill the one hitting on you, it depends on the situation. If it was just someone trying to flirt with you, he would have his own ways to stop it. He’s the type of man who has power enough to humiliate someone, that’s the way he would make sure that whoever was interested on you get out of his way
➴ in this first situation, he would probably use his status as the owner of the games, and rich man, to make the other feel inferior. It would be subtle, as if he didnt realize that his comments where being cruel.
➴ would talk about the expensive gifts and dates that he pays for you, the travels to the most pricey destinationd and the places you like to go shopping. It all with a hand on your thigh, because of course he would make sure to show who you belong to
➴ it all would be enough to make anyone feel bad with themselves to give up
➴ now, theres other potential situation, the one where he may had to get rid of someone. In this scenario, it would be if the person who is interested in you was really persistent.
➴ it would happen especially if the person stalked you or made you insecure about your safety. That’s the point where he would have to consider murder someone, but not of jealousy, his priority would be your safety
➴ he would give orders to some of his guards to take care of it, just wanting to confirm that they got rid of whoever it was. Probably you wouldnt even know about what they did, in a random day you would realize that the guy that was stalking you before just disappeared
➴ but, whem you asked him about it already knowing the answer, because, look who is you men girl, he would give a forced laugh and say that you shouldn't worry about it
kang dae ho (player 388)
➴ this boy would be SOO dramatic, probably he would make a pout with his mouth without even realizing it. He also look a little bit insecure, so i can imagine he being kinda sad
➴ so, you would have to calm him down about it, you would KNOW whem he’s jealous because he cant hide it, his face tells you
➴ he’s divided. He feels bad and insecure whem he’s jealous, but he don’t want you to be upset with him or look to selfish
➴ you would have to be the one to start the conversation about it, he wouldnt say a word. But you would know by the way he looks at you whem you’re talking with someone who makes him jealous
➴ he feels so unable because he’s afraid of getting in trouble with someone for interrupting a conversation and seeming rude or controlling, he thinks the only way to be worthy of you is to be brave like the other mens who worked with him or the ones in the games
➴ it would be a little bit hard to calm him about it, but after a conversation he would feel better
➴ there’s a situation where he would interrupt you. If he notice that you’re uncomfortable and the guy is crossing the limits with you. He would arrive friendly at you two like "So, what are we talking about?” and placing a protective hand on your shoulder
➴ after that he wouldnt deny that he was jealous, but also wouldnt admit it
hwang jun ho
➴ first of all, this men is really confident and trust you a lot, so i don’t think he would be jealous easily. If it ever happend, it would be with someone insistent, that really cross the friendly limits with you
➴ he wouldnt be angry or anxious with someone trying to flirt with you, maybe he even think that it’s funny to watch. He would be watching while doing something or talking with someone, giggling in your direction whem the person who is talking with you says something stupid
➴ whem the guy notice that you’re not interested, he would come up behind you, putting an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the forehead, asking friendly “who’s your new friend?”
➴ latter, you two would remember that and laugh of that
➴ now, if someone where pressuring you or making you uncomfortable, he would interrupt the conversation, in a passive-aggressive way, leaving no space for the person to continue talking to you
➴ would let a protective hand on your waist and would lead to talk, making sure to somehow add the information that you are already taken and he is a police officer
➴ really affectionate and protective with you, gets worried whenever he see someone possibly crossing the line with you
➴ wouldnt make a scene, he doesnt want to embarrass you. After he would want to know from where you know the guy from earlier, but only because he worry about you
#squidgame x reader#park gyeong seok x reader#hwang in ho#hwang in ho x reader#park gyeong seok#kang dae ho#kang dae ho x reader#hwang jun ho#hwang jun ho x reader#round6 x reader
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Weak Hero Boys x P!Reader Headcanons
Weak Hero Class boys x pregnant!reader (fluff)
Includes: Geum Seongjae,Na Baekjin, Ahn Suho, Yeon Si-eun, Kang Woo-young, Oh Beom-seok, Go Hyuntak, Park Humin (Baku)
Note: This was an anon request! AND GOD, I swear writing — let alone reading — stuff like this makes me feel all kinds of weird. And I wrote each character at a different time of day so they wouldn’t all feel the same. Hope I pulled it off.
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Geum Seongjae
1. The Moment He Finds Out:
Silence. He just stares. Then his lip twitches.
The second you tell him you’re pregnant, Seongjae goes quiet for a few seconds. He looks unbothered on the outside, but you know a thousand things are racing through his head. In that moment, his whole “world” shifts.
“I knew no one else could ever give me something like this.”
He says it softly, but something breaks in his eyes — like the idea of ever letting you go has become completely impossible.
2. Possessiveness:
Obsession. Protection. Paranoia.
He’s not just protecting you anymore, but everything you’re carrying inside you. Even the tiniest bit of stress is enough reason for him to lock you in the house. If someone bumps into you by accident? Seongjae might beat them up in the middle of the street without a second thought.
“I better not see you cry again. I’m dead serious.”
Even the dark circles under your eyes feel like a personal insult to him.
3. Physical Obsession:
He’s obsessed with your belly. Every time he talks to you, his hand goes there like a reflex. At night, he lays his head against it and whispers things to the baby. He starts acting like a “family” way before the baby’s even born — but not in a normal way.
“There’s a piece of me inside you. That means you don’t get to leave. Ever.”
4. Jealousy & Going Insane:
Another guy checking you out while you’re pregnant? Your best friend trying to take you out of the house? It’s all a problem. At some point, he might even try to hide the fact that you’re pregnant altogether.
“Don’t wear that. There’s no reason to show your stomach like that. People don’t need to see. That’s mine.”
5. Random Kindness Spikes:
He’ll suddenly start talking about baby room ideas, sweet little dreams, out of nowhere. In those moments he seems normal, like a regular excited dad — but there’s always a breakdown bubbling underneath.
“If it’s a girl, you can name her. But if it’s a boy… I’ll decide.”
6. Before & After the Birth:
The closer it gets to your due date, the more controlling he becomes. He chooses the hospital, who’s allowed in the room, even the nurse that’s going to be with you.
“If anything goes wrong… someone’s paying for it. Got it?”
And after the birth? He isolates you, the baby, and himself like it’s a three-person world. He wants to build everything from zero — just you three.
“It’s only us now. Everyone else out there is dangerous. What else do I need to do to make you understand that?”
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Na Baekjin
1. When He Finds Out:
Silence. He masks his emotions, but his pupils shake. After you tell him, he holds your gaze — and stays exactly the same. Cold. Serious. Neither happy nor mad. Then he lowers his head a little.
“Is it mine?”
He trusts you. He does. But he still asks — not because he doubts you, but because he wants to believe so bad it physically hurts. And maybe… because he hates himself a little too much.
2. He Doesn’t Say “I Can’t Be a Dad,” but…
Responsibility? That’s not something he’s ever believed he deserved. He tells himself, “Someone like me can’t raise a child.” But he still parks outside your place every night, just watching. Making sure nothing happens.
“Don’t be alone. I’m behind you like a shadow — just act like I’m not there.”
3. His Way of Protecting You:
Silent. Brutal. Shadowed. Baekjin never publicly claims you. But anyone who threatens you? They start disappearing one by one. He’s given a silent order across the whole Union.
“If anyone even thinks about getting close to her — they better have their grave ready.”
4. How He Sees the Pregnancy:
It’s guilt mixed with obsession. When he sees your belly, his eyes freeze for a second. Because there’s a life inside you — his life — and he’s still struggling to believe something so pure could come from someone like him.
“If I were someone cleaner… maybe we could’ve really had this together.”
Still, his hands always go to your stomach. Every time he touches you, it’s careful. Gentle. Like he thinks you might break.
5. He Cuts You Off From the World:
The closer it gets to your due date, the more he isolates you. Friends? Family? Opinions? None of it matters to him.
“I don’t care what anyone says. If something happens to you… I’ll burn the f*cking world down.”
6. “Family” Becomes Real for the First Time:
Baekjin never had warmth growing up. Never had a real home. But now? Now the idea of building a house — not a place, but a feeling — with you and the baby is something he clings to in the dark. One night, he says without thinking:
“If someone had hugged me growing up… maybe I could’ve loved as good as you do.”
7. After the Baby’s Born:
He’s a wall. Cold, distant. But always there. He won’t hold the baby and coo over it, no. But he stands by the crib at night while you sleep, silently watching the tiny hand curled around his finger.
“Would it be okay… if I picked the name?”
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Ahn Suho
1. When He Finds Out:
Shocked. Eyes wide. “Wait, what? Are you serious?! We’re PREGNANT?!”
At first, it doesn’t compute. He asks you to repeat it like three times. Then his hands start shaking. He might even tear up.
“I’m… I’m gonna be a dad? For real?!”
His first reaction is pure joy — mixed with straight-up panic. He wants to pick you up and spin you around, but the moment you say “Stop, I’m nauseous!” he freezes and immediately puts you down.
2. Ridiculously Affectionate:
He flips into “mom mode” in two seconds. Tries cooking for you, watches YouTube videos on pregnancy massages, double-checks every corner of the house like “is this safe for her? for the baby?”
“No more junk food. Less salt. Sit down, feet up. This baby’s not stressing you out!”
3. Fighting His Own Demons:
Deep down, he thinks, “I didn’t have a good childhood… what if I mess this up too?”
But he never says it out loud. He just holds you at night and whispers to your belly:
“If I raise this baby with someone like you… maybe I won’t mess it up.”
4. Emotional Rollercoaster:
Your hormones? Yeah, his are worse. You cry, he cries. You snap, he sulks — but then brings you a fruit bowl with a pouty face. One time, you probably ended up ugly crying together while eating stuffed grape leaves.
5. Silent Jealousy:
If he sees you talking to another guy? His whole vibe shifts. He won’t say anything, but the pout, the slumped shoulders, the quiet little stares — they’re all there.
“Go out if you want, just… wear something warm. And text me. At every step. I just— I worry, okay?”
6. The Birth Itself:
Sweating. Shaking. Crying. Loving. If they let him in the room, he’s right there, holding your hand like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. If they don’t — he’s on his knees outside the door, praying like his whole soul’s in it.
“You’re both okay, right? Please… that’s all I need.”
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Yeon Si-eun
1. When He Finds Out:
His brain literally freezes for a second before it starts processing. When you say “I’m pregnant,” Si-eun just stares at you in silence. No yelling. No running. No hugs. His hands tremble a little.
“How long has it been? Are you okay? How many weeks?”
He hides his emotions — but every question screams, “I’m scared to death of losing you.”
2. Switches to Practical, Strategic Dad Mode:
Hospital? Booked. Doctor? Researched. Nutrition? Charted. Stress? Monitored.
“You’re not eating anything on this list. I’m serious.”
But also:
“But… if you’re craving something… I kinda snuck in a little chocolate. Please don’t be mad.”
3. He Suppresses Emotion, But Never Leaves You Alone:
He didn’t grow up with love, so he genuinely has no clue how to treat you or the baby. But one thing’s for sure: he’s not going anywhere.
He’s not the jealous type — but he is controlling. He won’t say “who did you hang out with?” but he’ll definitely check your phone later and mentally profile anyone who could hurt you.
“Don’t see anyone who might stress you out. Please. Not for me — for our child.”
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Kang Woo-young
1. When He Finds Out:
Silence. Eyes on the floor. Then suddenly, his breath catches. He doesn’t say a word at first — just stares blankly. But if you look closely, you’ll see he literally forgot how to breathe.
“…I’m gonna be a dad?”
His voice shakes, but he tries to play it off. His jaw clenches.
“Okay. I’ll… I’ll figure this out. Just give me a little time.”
And then he leaves — not because he doesn’t care, but because he never planned to build a family. It was always just you and him. But later that night, he comes back. Finds you asleep, puffy-eyed from crying. Slips into bed behind you, holds you tight, buries his face in your neck.
“Don’t ever think you’re alone. No matter what… I’m here.”
2. Shows Love Through Actions, Not Words:
He can’t cook soup, but he’ll leave water by your bed every night. He can’t write you poetry, but he’ll tie your shoelaces without a word. And the first time your belly starts to show, his eyes well up.
“God, this is so weird. But so beautiful.”
3. Protection Style:
Quiet But Deadly.
Someone bumped into you? Woo-young doesn’t say a word. But a few days later, you’ll hear that guy got beat half to death in some underground ring.
He promises no more fights — “for the baby.” But of course he still does it.
4. Obsessed With Your Belly — But Too Shy To Show It:
His eyes keep drifting to your stomach when he talks to you. But he’s too shy to touch it. One night, you place his hand there — and he literally forgets how to breathe. His fingers tremble.
“Did you really love me this much?”
That night, for the first time, he rests his head on your belly and whispers for hours:
“Don’t be like your mom. She’s too soft. This world’s harsh.”
5. Emotional Breakdowns: Silent Crying:
As your pregnancy progresses, every time he feels like he’s not doing enough, tears fall. But he hides in the bathroom so you won’t see.
“I have to be strong. For both of you.”
6. Day of the Birth:
Looks like he just stepped out of a street fight. Doesn’t yell at the doctors, but the fire in his eyes says enough.
7. Fatherhood:
He can’t stop the baby from crying. Can’t change a diaper right. But every single night, he stays up beside the crib. He lets you cry in his lap without saying a word.
“You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here. Always.”
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Oh Beom-seok
1. When He Finds Out:
Stares blankly. He thinks you’re joking at first.
“Wait… are you serious? From me? Like, really…?”
Then his voice breaks. His eyes fill up, but he tries not to cry. Honestly? His world crashes down. Because his dad… well, you know. And it’s not about what’ll happen to him — it’s the fear of something happening to you or the baby.
“I’m gonna… be a dad?”
His voice cracks saying it. Because his father made sure the word “dad” left a scar on his soul.
2. Wants To Run — But Can’t:
In his head: “I’m someone who doesn’t know love, who grew up on violence, who shuts everyone out. What do I have to do with someone like you?”
But leaving you would be death to him. So instead, he goes quiet. Closes in on himself.
“I don’t want to hurt you… so I might keep my distance for a while. But I won’t leave. I promise.”
3. Blames Himself Deeply:
Lays in bed staring at the ceiling every night.
“What if I turn out like him? What if I am him?”
4. Hyper Emotional, Super Fragile:
Every time you’re tired, he blames himself. Don’t feel like eating? He tears up, thinking he messed something up.
“I can’t stand seeing you upset. I’ve already been so awful… don’t turn into me.”
To him, your pregnant body feels sacred. Sometimes he can’t even touch you.
“You’re carrying something inside you now. I don’t even wanna accidentally hurt you. I’m scared.”
6. The Birth:
He breaks. Shaking. Sitting in some hospital hallway, hands covering his face, sobbing like the world’s ending.
“Please… God, please don’t take her from me.”
7. Fatherhood:
Slow, but deeply tender. Doesn’t know how to hold a baby. But watches over yours every second of the night. Talks to the baby while you sleep.
And one day, watching the two of you together — he smiles. For the first time. A real, slow, genuine smile.
“I thought I had no place in this world. But… you gave me a room in it.”
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Go Hyun-tak
1. When He Finds Out:
This man goes feral. In a good way. Just stands there with this shocked, joy-filled smile, completely speechless. Then suddenly:
“Wait WHAT? OUR baby? PROJECT LEBRON JAMES BEGINS!”
2. Protective Soft Side Comes Out:
He shows up for every single doctor’s appointment. Tries to learn everything he can. At home, he leaves little surprises — hot soup, a fruit plate, a stack of pillows. But he does it shyly, almost embarrassed.
“You feeling okay matters more to me than anything.”
3. His Excitement Is Contagious:
Shopping for the baby? He treats it like a mission. Toys, clothes, the perfect paint color for the nursery — he’s got opinions.
“Our baby’s gonna sleep in the nicest room on the block, alright?”
4. Tiny Panic Attacks — But He Bounces Back:
He sometimes spirals like “what if we’re not ready?” But then breathes in, looks at you, and says:
“We’re in this together. No matter what. We’ve got this.”
5. Jealousy Is Soft & Silly:
Sees you chatting with another guy? Pouts a little. Then immediately smiles again.
“Sorry… I just. You’re kinda my whole world.”
6. Birth Time = Full Support Mode:
He’s right beside you, holding your hand, hyping you up with every push.
“You’re strong. I’m right here.”
When the baby cries for the first time, he’s standing right there, trying to feed it with trembling hands.
“Look at our tiny Lebron James.”
7. Dives Into Dad Life Fast:
He’s hungry to learn. Wakes up for every night feeding, writes down every little milestone.
“We’re building something new. You, me, and our baby. It’s gonna be amazing.”
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Park Humin (Baku)
1. When He Finds Out:
He screams. For real. Like he just scored the game-winning goal in the final second. Pure, goofy, chaotic happiness.
2. A Little Insecure:
His relationship with his dad? Yeah. Complicated as hell. He’s terrified of telling him, and even more scared he might turn into him. Just like Beom-seok, he fears becoming a bad father.
3. Quiet, Emotional Protection:
With you? He’s tough. Out in public? He smiles and holds your hand like you’re fragile glass.
“No one’s touching you. Baku’s right here.”
But when he’s alone, his chest aches with the memories of his dad.
4. Tiny Surprises & Care:
You’re tired? He sets up cute little things around the house. Brings your favorite dessert. Buys fresh chicken from your favorite spot.
“I know this isn’t easy… but we’ve got this. Together.”
5. Jealousy & Trust:
Sees you talking to other guys? His eyes tear up — but he never says a word. Keeps it buried.
“Just… understand me, okay? I just wanna protect you.”
6. During Birth:
Nervous as hell but stands strong. His palms sweat like crazy, but he holds your hand the whole time.
“You’re gonna be okay. You and the baby — you’re both okay.”
7. Fatherhood:
Soft. Steady. Scared. But loving. He’s clumsy at first, scared to touch the baby. But he never leaves your side. Stands by the crib every night.
“I’m not just here for you anymore. I’m here for them too.”
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Hi!
I’d love a part two to your hit me hard and soft fanfic. Maybe Y/N continues to avoid them as a romantic relationship but begins to accept a platonic one liking eating with Dick or hanging out with Jason at school, etc… but the Batfam gets impatient and talks about why they are afraid (and maybe hunt down the ex which could gain their trust?)



Hit me Hard and Soft: Whispers in the Shadows
Synopsis: The relationship between the batfam gets broken after mistakes lead to accusations, and accusations lead to contingency plans.
Pairing: Yandere!Poly!Romantic!Batboys X Gn!Reader
Tw: Poly!Yandere; All characters aged up; Possible betrayal; Bad father Bruce, but is he actually the asshole here?; Arguments; Mentions of killing and torture; Possibly ooc batboys: English is my 2nd language.
Word count: 2k
Requested? Yes.
Extra notes: Not much action between Reader and the batboys here, but definitely something. Read the end to answer my question👀
General masterlist | Hit me Hard and Soft - Series masterlist
— You can't be serious.
The tension was at its highest point. Only a few times priorly did the conflict between all of them get this bad, and as always, they feared things couldn't go back to the way they were.
— I am being serious. That's how things work. — Bruce stated darkly and Dick narrowed his eyes. — We tried it the nice way, I trusted you to behave, but you couldn't do that. — Bruce raised his gloved hand and pointed at Damian. — First, Damian can't control himself. He spent a decade acting right. Justice, not vengeance. But now, he's using (Y/N) as an excuse to defile orders and act as an assassin again! — Damian hissed and clenched his fists, taking a step forward.
— If you really cared for them, you would understand, father! But as always, you put your so-called mission above everything, even us! Even them! — Bruce clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes in his direction, then turned to Jason.
— And you! How many chances do I have to give you? Both of you! You don't change. You will never change. And until you do that, you will never deserve (Y/N)’s or mine trust. Or their love. — Jason's heart broke in two, but he didn't react on the outside. Just kept his hard, Red Hood’s exterior. As he always did every time he and Bruce had a falling out.
— Bruce… — Dick muttered, a mix of a warning to remind him of not going too far, and betrayal by what he was witnessing. Bruce didn't look phased. And the fact he was still wearing Batman's suit, minus the cowl, just made this whole situation more genuine. He was neither Bruce Wayne, the persona, nor Batman, the vigilant. He was just Bruce. Their boss and their father.
— You hunted down that man, tortured and killed him! And you… — He took his gaze away from Jason and glared at Damian again. — Knew about it, and didn't notify us!
— I did know about it. Todd, you should have told us before. I also wanted that scum’s blood in my hands-
— ENOUGH! THE BOTH OF YOU WILL STAY AWAY FROM (Y/N). FOREVER.
Tim raised an eyebrow.
— Sound’s convenient. — All head’s snapped in his direction.
— What do you mean, Tim? — Dick asked. All muscles on his body tense. Tim gazed at him for a moment, then at Damian and Jason, then at Bruce again, staring directly into his eyes. — I just think it's very convenient that Bruce's getting rid of two of them. While your reason checks with past conflicts we had, with your morals and mission. It's also good for you that you wouldn't have to share (Y/N)’s attention with so many people in the future. Right, Bruce?
Silence took hold of the room.
— What are you implying? — Bruce stomped forward until he was face to face with Tim, their nose’s almost touching, daring him to say more. Tim didn't back down.
— Yeah, Tim, what're you implying? — Jason raised an eyebrow behind his helmet and took a step forward. The others copied that action.
— I’ve been watching you, Bruce. Just like you've been watching us. I know you’ve been upgrading contingency plans, more specifically, our contingency plans. I think he's been trying to keep us busy. To rile us up to commit mistakes. While he hogs all of (Y/N)’s attention. He said Damian could be trusted again if he proved himself, that was a year ago, and he still didn't give Damian permission. I bet he knew Damian would get restless and get more violent with criminals. Until he had an excuse to kick him out. And Jason, he let you spend time with (Y/N) at university. But as soon as (Y/N) started calling you their best friend, hanging out with you outside of classes and even confiding in you about their trauma, proving that our plan to make them trust us was finally working, suddenly (Y/N)’s ex receives an offer to transfer to GCPD, while everyone here has a… Weakness, when it comes to losing people we love and avenging their suffering, it's a known fact some are more… Trigger-happy than others.
Dick shook his head.
— Tim, that's something serious you're accusing him of.
— Let him continue. — Bruce growled darkly.
— I don't have anything to accuse you of, Bruce. I just don't trust you. — He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
— So you're ready to brush off what they did? — Bruce accused and Dick started to feel even more restless seeing that the distance between them didn't change, feeling the urge to get in the middle and defend his little brother.
— I didn't say anything. But I wouldn't be surprised if me or Dick were next. — That made Dick snap.
No, he can't.
He can’t keep me away from them.
After everything I did.
We're just so close now.
Just earlier today we were having lunch together.
He can't.
He can't do this to me.
Is that how Jay and Dami felt? Is that why they snapped and started killing people? Is that why Jason killed that guy? Just for the idea of losing them forever?
Is that why, even with how heartbreaking and horrible it sounds, any possibility of someone trying to take them away from them made Tim voice out his paranoia? Thoughts Dick had when everything was quiet, when he just brushed it off as intrusive thoughts?
It isn't… Logical… But it also is…
The only thing stopping him from believing Tim wholeheartedly is the lifelong trust he had on Bruce. But those are just feelings. And they all feel. Intensely. For you.
And as much as they tried to make it peaceful, everyone having a piece of you and being happy. They were having problems, and a traitor was always a possibility.
Either way, he couldn't take that chance.
That night, Wayne Manor slept almost completely empty. All of the sons were gone. And you would know it too.

It's been a week. They've been meeting at the apartment just beside yours. It was empty, until Damian bought it, and started living there after cutting ties with his father. He wasn't happy that the others were also using it as their nest, a place to meet and talk about strategies. And keep an eye on you.
Damian was slowly steering his tea, mind elsewhere, not really paying mind to the conversation. While it was important, his stomach was full of butterflies and his heart pounded hard every time he thought about earlier, something he couldn't stop doing. After a whole year of being almost completely away from you, finally spending time with you was like a dream. That just made his resentment towards his father grow worse, even if he didn't do that on purpose, it still felt like injustice.
He knew since he was born, his way of doing things was always better.
He just told you he didn't know that part of the town much, and you, sweet you, already acquainted with his brothers, invited him to show him around. A bad taste came to his mouth whenever he thought he was the least close to you, even if he knew everything there was to know about his beloved. He got left behind. He let himself be left behind.
Because he was weak. Because he was submissive. Because he trusted his father.
His mother did send him to his progenitor's home saying that he needed to learn from him.
— We could use the League.
All heads snapped to him.
— Huh?
— We are talking about contingency plans for our father. We could have the League of Assassins on our side. Infinite resources against one single man. (Y/N) would live in luxury. And they did tell us… — His heart warmed at the sensation of finally feeling included in your life. — … Multiple times that they despised the cold weather Gotham always seems to have. Eth Alth'eban is always hot.
— We are not joining those fuckers, and you shut down that idea before I start believing what that old man said about you and kick your ass into your grave, demon brat. — Damian kept stoic after Jason's response.
— We could use the League for something good for once. I could. As the Head of the Demon. — He retorted with confidence.
Dick shook his head in disbelief.
— Dami, I think that's too much. It would only prove what Bruce was trying to say. — Damian leaned forward, as if getting closer would make his point come across as more genuine.
— I could do it! Not as a dictator like my grandfather! But as something actually good! Not just for us, but for everyone! The whole world!
— Does that megalomaniac plan of yours have an actual strategy? — Damian rolled his eyes.
— Of course it has. Kill anyone who gets in the way of my rightful place at birth. — Damian tilted his head at Tim, who looked at him in disbelief.
— Even Ras? — Damian frowned. What a dumb question. Damian would do anything for you.
— Especially Ras. — A fist hit the table and the oldest got up with a scowl in his face.
— No one. Is going to kill. Anyone. And we are not going to use the League. — Damian got up too.
— What is stopping you? This is for (Y/N)! It is not just some fucking petty act to annoy father. He acted behind our backs and he will take my beloved from me! From us!
— We don't know that yet! — Even with Dick's exclamation, it was clear not even him was totally sure about Bruce's intentions.
— … Failing to prepare is preparing to fail. — Tim muttered. They all observed he had a distant look on his face, it was the look he had when he was planning something. After a few seconds, he looked up again and got up, facing Damian. — I'm with you. It’ll be nice to see Ras look when he realizes he lost to me one last time. And to have whole guardianship of my spleen he keeps on his bedside table again.
— What? — The other three sputtered.
— I won't kill anyone. But I will help you and be an ally. Even if that means losing the Titans and leaving behind everything I build here. All for (Y/N). — Tim spoke. Jason got up.
— Tim, you can't be serious too. — He received a glare in return.
— I am. You're invited to join us. Or to become our enemy.
Damian was staring at Tim, the brother he always had a strange relationship with, full of fights and sarcasm, but they always knew they could count on each other in the end. Because they were family.
Of course, it would be nicer to have you all to himself, but he also needed more allies, and brilliant minds like his own. It would also hurt to lose every person he loved while choosing you, even if he would always choose you in the end.
— … What if (Y/N) doesn't trust us after this? — Dick mumbled, trying to see both sides before making a decision.
— We’ll explain to them. About how we got rid of every single individual who wanted to isolate and steal them from us. How we want to care for them. Keep them safe. And how I- We, made the world a better place in the process. — Dick glared at him halfheartedly.
— We have a solid plan here, Dick. We Just have to form our strategies based on what we have. It will work!
Dick sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. He started walking around the apartment, contemplating, listening in on your apartment and Tim and Damian in the background, trying to convince Jason.
When even Jason seemed convinced, Dick knew what he had to do.
Everyone turned to him when he came back to the table again, in expectation.
He looked Damian in the eyes and put his hand on his little brother's shoulders. So grown. So different from what he was before meeting you. You brought the worst out of him. Out of all of them. And you didn't even know it. That was the worse part.
But Dick was always known for being a manipulator.
— Congratulations, you're the new Demon's Head.
Extra note: I'm curious to if you guys think Bruce was actually planning something and not just being regular canon Batman putting his morals above family👀
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my fic + author recs!
i have been suuuper disgruntled by the fic community recently and how casually and thoughtlessly some fic writers/readers seem to be indirectly insulting people’s work. this community and its fics are so varied, and i think they deserve to be appreciated. which is why im reccing a bunch of my fav fics!! please give these writers sooo much love!!
(about all of my recs are nsfw, but some authors mentioned do have sfw fics. please explore and follow the warnings outlined for each fic!!)
“i know your wife and she wouldn’t mind” by @stairain
gotta start out with stairain. i would pretty much credit my whole desire to write fanfics to the fact that i religiously read their whole masterlist a summer ago. they are a fantastic writer, and i love how they captured spencer here. take a look!
“i want you” by @smurphyse
i HEAVILY recommend smurphyse as an author. their series, room 405 is probably one of my most reread fics ever. their threesome and foursome fics are beyond supreme. i love this one shot they’ve written, and i hope you guys do too!
“loverboy” by @sundrop-writes
while i dont think this person writes for cm anymore, their fics for it were fantastic. i love how they captured sub spencer, and i think this is one of my most reread fics ever.
“puppy eyes” by @misserabella
i am in looove with the way this person writes. while i dont have a link to it, “sick love” changed my brain chemistry. sub spencer save me sub spencer save me.
“summer of sin” by @mercy-burning
hoooly shit. if you know me, you’ll know i probably reccomend this fic to everyone i know. i just genuinely can’t say anything besides telling you with my whole heart to check it out. awesome way to close out your summer honestly.
i would love to write blurbs about my love for these fics for everyone, but i fear the post would become too longwinded. here are some links and authors i recommend just as enthusiastically as i did the others above.
@reiderwriter
@foxy-eva
@fortheloveofwonderland
@incognit0slut
@beelmons
@imagining-in-the-margins
@criminalmindzjunkie
@andiebeaword
@reidsrambles
@eideticmemory
@sinfulspencer
@wheelsup
@beautifulbrainrot
@moon-light-jukebox
@gubsbuubs
@minswriting
@golden1u5t
@ginkgo-phyta
@gubler-me-up
@reidbae
@crypticreid
“who’s counting” by @samuel-de-champagne-problems
“behave back there” by @writingmar
“mile high club” by @littlexdeaths
“next to you” by @zombiefiilm
“testing the limits” by @reidsdimples
“follow my lead” by @mismatched-sockss
“welcome home” by @spencerreidenjoyer
“incentive” by @reidslibrarybook
“the very first night” by @writer-in-theory
this request from @donald4spiderman
“malicious compliance” by @aliteralsemicolon
“all zipped up” by @ipseitydelrey
this request from @thedancingcostumeyoungadult
this request from @astrophileous
“scream for you” by @hornyhornyhimbos
“thin walls” by @byersbootyshorts
“just my type” by @reidgraygubler
welcome to the small blurb after where i say something that’s been bugging me. i think it’s corny to indirectly insult people’s work on here. i think it’s corny to imply a “correct” way to write a character, especially in terms of writing about a characters sex life, a sex life that has no canonical basis to it! (i am talking about spencer here, if it is not obvious). i think it’s thoughtless, arrogant and all around odd to engage with that type of behavior. the variety of fanfiction that exists here is such an awesome thing, and i think itd be so incredibly boring if we all thought the same thing and wrote the same thing about the same characters over and over again.
if you’re a writer and you’ve felt that your work has been unappreciated or rejected, or have read something that left you feeling off about your own work, i am very sorry. every contributor to this fandom is awesome. you deserve every flower ever. 🌷🌷🌷
and if you’re reading this and feel called out.. examine that! i make this post off of a general vibe i have examined in the past few weeks. there is no level of entitlement you hold that allows you to dictate how and what people should write.
i say these words with little malice. id like to hope everyone is capable of being a little better everyday, and i hope any amount of reflection can lead to that.
anyway, that’s all ❤️ baiiii enjoy reading!!!!!
#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid self insert#spencer reid angst#spencer reid criminal minds#doctor spencer reid#dr spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds self insert#criminal minds self insert#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds smut#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds angst#criminal minds
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So I beat Re:Coded for the first time the other day after previously knowing its story from the movie and novel versions, so you know what that means. It's time for more Data Sora Thoughts(TM)
Plenty has been said about how he serves as an interesting comparison to the original Sora, which makes sense as that's kind of the point of him existing. You're supposed to take notice of how he's different, despite all their similarities. He's kind of an idealized version of Sora, which makes sense as he's the Sora that Jiminy wrote. Jiminy doesn't know the depths of Sora's insecurities or his flaws, so Data Sora is almost unnaturally good-willed and pleasant.
But what stood out to me while playing it for myself is how much the game is just... not supposed to be about him, and how much it still is despite that.
Nothing exemplifies this more clearly than his journey through Castle Oblivion. The whole reason he's even there is to be tested, to see if "Sora" is ready to take ownership of all the pain that's inside him. But they're not testing Data Sora, the person, they're testing what they think is just a representation of the original Sora.
So, when Data Sora resolves himself to face the pain head-on and not run away from it, even learning that it can help him connect to people, no one thinks this is unique to him. They just go, "great! that means Sora's ready, too!" with absolutely zero awareness of the fact that they can't really treat him like this now that he has his own heart.
Which, is kind of insane?? Data Sora is provided a consistent level of support and guidance that even the original Sora didn't get, he develops a heart of his own because of how effectively he was nurtured by his friends, and yet. None of them have ever seen him as HIS OWN person. Even Data Riku, who introduces himself as "zeroes and ones that look like somebody you know," is incapable of separating himself and Sora from their originals.
Data Sora is surrounded by people affirming his personhood while in the same breath denying his individuality. It's an interesting position to be in, to say the least.
That said, the characters may think the test is all about the original Sora, but narratively? It's absolutely about Data Sora, too.
You know how he was surprisingly at peace with the fact that the journal resetting meant that he'd lose his memories? He seemed pretty content with the knowledge that his friends would be able to remember their journey for him, even if he got a little choked up about saying goodbye. It's easy to think, while seeing it for the first time, that because he's already accepted everything with a smile, that his character arc is over by then.
Yeah, Data Roxas comes into the story swinging with "hey, idiot, you have no idea how much forgetting your friends is going to hurt you in the long run. Why don't you do that a couple more times and then maybe you'll get the idea"
Because it's true, I really don't think Data Sora was prepared for the pain of amnesia in the slightest. He has this habit of going along with whatever anyone says without much thought, so when Data Riku told him that everything had to be reset, I think he was just kinda like. well darn. guess I can't do anything about that
(This is the same guy that went "I'm good with that" when he considered that doing what Mickey says will just blast him off into the unknown repeatedly, so it checks out)
I love that the game refuses to end where you'd expect it to, and instead forces Data Sora to reckon with the pain of what was just unfairly taken from him. It treats him with just as much respect as it does with every other character in the series, and gives his feelings the weight they deserve.
Of course, the way the test is set up is... kind of cruel. It bludgeons him over the head with the pain he just went through repeatedly until he figures out exactly how it works and what he's going to do about it. And it's like this because it wasn't set up with a real person in mind; Data Sora's supposed to be acting like a first draft for something the original Sora's going to do later.
But he can't. Because they're different people.
So when you get down to it, he arguably doesn't really fulfill his purpose? He gets everyone the answers they need, sure, but he proves absolutely nothing about Sora. And not just because he became his own person, but because the premise of the test was flawed from the start. Jiminy's perception of Sora is meaningless in the face of the real thing, so it was never going to have accurate results no matter what they did.
It's a story that's undeniably relevant to both Soras, but I still hope we'll get to see Data Sora again so we can finally address how everyone in-game expects them to be like each other. It's a mindset that affects both of them in different ways; Sora has this impossible ideal to live up to, and Data Sora - despite being that ideal - is forever just "another version" of someone else.
And they haven't even met each other. When is that going to happen
#kingdom hearts#kh coded#kh recoded#kh sora#data sora#analysis#meta#I'm not even sure if I really made the point I was trying to with this#but I can't help it#I have too many thoughts about this guy#Basically like. the game IS Data Sora's journey but it's also a study of Sora's character but it's ALSO all about Data Sora still#It's both and it's utterly fascinating
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Reader who usually tries to be bubbly and friendly with everyone snapping and going attack dog on an audience member that won’t stop heckling Tenna. I’m talking reader needing to be held back by security as to not throw hands.
They eventually find Tenna later to apologize about it, worried they made the situation worse and wanting to check in on him after the fact.
They are not sorry for standing up for him despite security chewing them out for trying to jump someone.
I hope this scratches the itch! (If it isn’t hurt/comforty enough you can ignore this :p)
Hellow!! I accidentally made this less hurt/comforty than I intended but I hope you enjoy nonetheless...!! It was fun to write for me and I liked the prompt, so I'm deciding not to rewrite it but maybe I could write something similar...? IM RAMBLING.
ENJOY!!
OH YEAH I also made Reader less intense for the story's sake...!!
Tenna x Protective Reader !! - Short One Shot.
Your eye twitches as you bite back a snarky remark directed towards tonight’s audience nuisance; you’re currently attending one of Tenna’s TV Time episodes on-air, and you don’t even understand why this guy even showed up if they don’t like Tenna and his show.
Your partner is visibly displeased by the comments they make, purposefully while everyone else is silent, you notice, and so are you. Usually you’d ask to drop it politely, but they’re seated a bit far from you and they’re far from deserving of your nice treatment at this point.
Tenna is about to announce the challenges of the second round when the irritating Darkner comments very loudly on how the show should just end already, making one of your boyfriend’s antennas get a bit droopy, and the combination of things finally brings you to your absolute limit;
“Are you even real?” you hiss under your breath, but loud enough so they can still hear you from their seat.
The Darkner raises an eyebrow dumbly at you;
“Like honestly? I thought people as annoying as you only existed as like. Characters, in TV shows.”
“Don’t know what to tell you, this guy’s so bad he brought one of those to life-”
They don’t even get to finish their sentence before you get on your feet and walk in front of them so fast that you could say you’ve teleported; unfortunately before you can say anything security is at your sides, holding you back so you can’t get closer to them.
You weren’t planning to straight up beat the guy up, just to give them an earful without further disturbing the program, but you suppose you can do that even as they physically drag you away from the seats; at least someone has the decency to ask them to leave as well as you argue with each other:
“Why even come here if you can’t even shut up about how bad you think this is? What’s the actual point?!”
“Oh, because you’re so much better, wanting to raise your hands on me!”
“That was not the plan, instead you look like someone who would throw tomatoes on the stage!”
You get one last look at Tenna, whose mouth is agape and general expression otherwise unreadable; you know he’s going to make sure you’re allowed in the audience again, but you still make it a point to find him to apologize once the show comes to an end.
–
“...Tenna?”
The embarrassment that fills your being is palpable through the way your voice slightly trembles, as you stand outside your partner’s private changing room. Tenna turns around, startled as he’s mid-changing into a more comfortable button up, but his shoulders relax once he notices it’s just you.
“Goodness! You scared me!” he admits, quickly adjusting his clothes to look more presentable, “What was all that? I-I assured security that you wouldn’t do it again but- what? Wh-”
He doesn’t sound mad thankfully, just concerned, as he steps closer to you and his hands hover above your figure, inspecting you for any kind of…wound? You’re not totally sure what he’s so worried for, so you chuckle at his behaviour.
“I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just- that guy was so annoying, I had to do something about it…I mean not to be rude but it was painfully obvious that they were making you uncomfortable-”
Tenna makes a sound like he’s incredulous of what you’re saying, and shakes his head frantically;
“NonononoNO! I mean, okay, maybe, but I’m okay, I could’ve gone on, I always do alright? NO need to worry about one bad apple!”
You’ve heard numerous times about how much any kind of negative comment has an impact on Tenna, so it’s clear to you that he’s just reassuring you right now, and you do let him finish, but sigh a little also.
“One bad apple spoils the whole bunch, though, right?” His antennas twitch, and he frowns, “Look. I know what I did was strange, and I'm sorry, but I just…can’t see anyone be like that towards you, it makes me mad. So maybe at least this one guy won’t show up just to be annoying anymore…”
It’s Tenna’s turn to sigh, and he laughs, not at you but at the situation.
“Well I’m leaving it to you to create some scoop-worthy scenarios next time, too!” His playful grin is contagious, “But uhm, it means…a lot that you care. Really! And I hope you- you keep watching- I mean, you’re already ‘watching’...” he whispers to an imaginary audience now; “He effed up and meant it in a romantic way!”
“I know! I know you.” you gently pull his tie to prompt him to bend down a little; when he does, you simply kiss his forehead, a little action that makes him flush nonetheless; “Your show was amazing, by the way.”
“You really think so?” he asks, his smile so wide you’re not sure how his cheeks aren’t hurting, “What was the best part…?”
As you and Tenna finish preparing to go back home, you enthusiastically answer his usual question, encouraging him to pick more daring contestants as he did tonight and promising to be a little more level headed from now on…!
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⌕ pairing: nobara x afab reader (no gendered terms used)
⌕ warnings: aged up characters, scissoring, fingering, established relationship, both have pubic hair, a silly goofy couple trying out scissoring for the first time
⌕ word count: 1.65k
⌕ notes: this is my submission for the @ficsforgaza kinktober initiative!! i had so much fun with this piece! i'm new to writing both scissoring and nobara, so please be kind :")
check out my own kinktober here, and the FFG kinktober masterlist here!
“Nobara, I… I’m nervous,” you frown, looking down at your lap to avoid your girlfriend’s concerned gaze.
The irony of your anxiety was not lost on you, considering the fact that you had proposed this idea. Six months into dating the sweetest girl you’ve ever known, not only had you never felt more loved and cherished in your life, but the sex was amazing. It’s only possible that your girlfriend was sent straight from the gods as a blessing to you with how talented she was in the bedroom. Every time she fingered you, ate you out, or fucked you with your strap, you couldn’t help but wonder what you had done so right in your life to deserve a girl like her.
But there was one thing that you had been wanting to try – it had been heavy on your mind the past few weeks, and the last few times you had had sex, but you were always too afraid to bring it up. Until finally, when the two of you were scrolling through porn together, did you point out a video of it.
“Can we… try that?” you had asked sheepishly, scared of Nobara’s reaction.
“What, scissoring?” she had giggled, clicking on the video to watch the two women go at it.
“Don’t laugh at me!” Hiding your face in your hands, you turned away so she couldn’t see the humiliated look on your face.
“Baby, c’mon,” she frowned. “Look at me.” Tugging you towards her, she pulled your hands away from your face. “Of course we can try it. In fact, I’m a little curious about it too.” Nobara shrugged and giggled.
Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, she looked deep in your eyes. “Never feel like you can’t tell me what you want, okay?”
Cheeks burning with both embarrassment and adoration, you could only nod and lean into her embrace.
That’s what led you two to where you were now, sitting cross legged on the bed as the promise of sex lingered above you.
“Don’t be nervous,” she assures, gently gripping your chin to make you look at her. “We surely don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I promise I’ll do my best to make this great.”
There she goes again, being the perfect, angelic girlfriend she always was.
You just nod, finally meeting her eyes. Despite the thick, jagged scar that marred the left half of her face, you never felt like she was anything but the most beautiful girl in the world. No “deformity” or difference could change that.
“Let’s do it.”
The smile she gives you immediately reassures you you’re doing the right thing, unable to keep your lips from curling up at the edges too.
“Gotta get you wet first, right?” Nobara smirks. “Lay down, baby.”
Gently pushing you down against the bed, she hovers over you, face looming over yours, giving you one last knowing glance before you nod back. Still retaining her gentleness, she presses a soft kiss to your lips, keeping it light at first. It’s you who deepens it, cupping her cheek before coaxing her to open her mouth so you can slip your tongue in.
Kissing had never felt special to you in the past – it had only ever felt like a means to an end, or a necessary greeting, but that all changed when you met Nobara. All you could ever think about always was getting your lips on your girlfriend.
Her lips don’t leave yours as her hand slowly travels down your body, brushing her fingers delicately against your exposed stomach before slipping inside your underwear. A smirk paints her face when the tip of her finger presses against your hole.
“Wet already?” Nobara teases, teasing your already slicked sex with her ring finger.
“Shut up.” Your pout had her giggling again before kissing it away.
“Makes me happy knowing I turn you on so much, even without doing a thing.”
Her words go straight to your pussy, making you gulp as you felt your arousal increase tenfold.
Trailing her fingers upwards back towards what she really wants to focus on, Nobara swirls soft circles against your needy clit, basking in the way you already let out a tiny moan. This only encourages the woman, rubbing figure eights with increasing pressure around the ultra-sensitive spot.
The touch felt divine – no one’s touch had ever compared to Nobara’s, not with how gentle yet brazen she was, not afraid to make you feel good.
Despite the pleasure already seeping into your veins, you’re getting impatient.
“Please hurry,” you whine, wiggling underneath her.
“Okay, okay,” Nobara concedes with a chuckle. She had no problem with this, considering the anticipation and fingering already had her wet too. “Let’s get to the main event, I guess.”
The time had come, both of you shedding the rest of your clothes, but now the two of you had to figure out the best position, considering it was new to you both. It took some finagling, with awkward laughs and messy limbs, but you finally settled on a configuration that felt okay. With you still on your back, you had one leg lifted towards your chest so that Nobara could rest in between them, able to line up your pussies.
“You ready, baby?” she prompts, pressing another kiss to your lips when you nod.
Though the both of you were definitely wet, Nobara squirts some lube on her pussy just to smoothen the process. But now it was time.
Scooting closer, your girlfriend lined up your cunts together, smiling as your pussy lips kissed. She was gentle at first, bumping her slick folds against yours, your pubic hair meshing with yours, but she could only maintain that patience for so long.
The pressure against your pussy increased as she leaned in further, gasping and whining. It’s like your pussies were made for each other, made to slot against each other in such a lewd yet wonderful way.
You were getting impatient though. “Move, please,” you whined, already thrusting up against her from where you lay on the bed. Nobara just giggles before conceding.
It takes her a second to build up a rhythm. A hand grips your raised leg to stabilize herself as she begins to rock her pelvis, both increasing the pressure and movement. And fuck it felt good, better than you imagined it would. Throaty moans escaped you and she gasps as your needy clit catches against hers. The pleasure that came from your most sensitive spots rubbing against each other sent shockwaves through your body.
“More, harder.” Your ability to ask nicely had all but faded away.
Nobara does as you request, humping against your pussy with increasing fervor. It was truly electrifying, this new sensation, your slick cunts slotting and mushing together with every thrust. Squelches and moist noises wafted through the air with the movements, proof of your arousal.
“Feels so damn good,” Nobara groans. “You feel so damn good.”
Her flattery travels directly south, encouraging you to hump against her harder. Using your forearms as leverage, you used your strength to rock your hips harder against hers. The mixture of both your movements was heavenly. You work in tandem to rut into each other, groans, moans, and whines from the both of you filling the room as you dive deep into the act. It’s messy, wet, and slightly uncoordinated with both of you being unexperienced, but the gratification is only increasing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whine. Your head is clouded with pleasure and the only noises you can get out are moans and curses. “Nob-Nobara, baby.”
“Right here, love,” she smiles as she pants.
It was tiring moving your hips so fervently to rub your sopping cunts together, especially with your position underneath her, but it truly was heavenly. It was so lewd, felt so dirty to do such an act, and yet you bask in the pleasure. The pleasure of lips to lips, clits to clits, rubbing together to electrify each other and further ignite the arousal that bloomed inside of you.
Soon, a familiar feeling swirls in your lower belly, the pleasure of humping your girlfriend’s pussy hurtling you closer to a heavy orgasm.
“Fuck, gonna come,” you gasp.
This only encourages Nobara, pushing your leg further towards your chest to get a better angle for her to rut against you, pulling throaty moans from each of your mouths. Your clit pulsed and throbbed, becoming more and more sensitive with every thrust, and it’s not long before you’re pushed over the edge.
“Shit, fuck- ahh!” you cried out, keening and head falling against the pillows as your orgasm washes over you, electricity coursing through your veins as you come hard. This newfound position had pulled a unique high from you, and you bask in it.
Nobara, turned impossibly more on by your reaction, was not far behind you. You hissed with oversensitivity as she humped even harder against you, angling her hips to get the best pressure against her throbbing clit. You tried not to pull away despite your own oversensitive clit, wanting your girlfriend to come as hard as you. And it’s not long before she is, moaning your name and a string of expletives as her own orgasm hits her like a damn truck.
Breathy pants come from the both of you, Nobara quickly falling against the bed in exhaustion - both from the overwhelming high, and the burnout from the physical strain.
“How have we never done that before?” she giggles, gathering you in her arms, before peppering sweet kisses all over your sweaty face. “Felt so damn good, like nothing else.”
You just chuckle too, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around your beloved girlfriend. “Dunno, but we gotta try again soon – with me on top this time.”
Nobara’s wide smirk is nothing short of both adorable and arousing.
#jjk smut#nobara x reader#kugisaki x reader#jjk x reader#nobara kugisaki#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader
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you know it’s funny that you think just cause you turned off anon you can be a hateful little bitch no matter what and people will just let it be well since you wanna talk about eddies violence which isn’t FYI but I’m not here to change your mind. How does it feel that in the show Tommy saw Bobby die, saw Bucks reaction to Bobby die and effectively left Buck to deal with his grief alone? Not a single scene not even a single mention of him at all in the final episodes. How much does that piss you off that the show effectively had Tommy abandon Buck when Buck was dealing with the loss of Bobby and not once was his name ever uttered. But you wanna sit here and say bullshit like Buck needs him, nah Buck doesn’t need a piece of shit not willing to be there for him when he’s going through something terrible. And that’s the best thing of all you can twist it with fanfic bullshit but in the canon of the show which you guys so value the show did not give a shit to include Tommy in helping Buck deal with the loss of Bobby. Which effectively is the show telling you he’s not it for Buck but you continue to believe Lous fanfiction cameos, maybe one day you’ll realize that he’s the one that gaslighted you guys into believing his character was more important than he actually is.
that’s something you can never escape Cedric. In the canon of the show Tommy abandoned buck to deal with his grief alone and that’s a fact you can’t twist with any fanfics which is so hilarious especially when you look back at all the spec you and the other delusional morons like you said how Tommy was going to be there for buck to help him deal with his grief. Hmmm nope he wasn’t, Eddie was though and Chris and Pepa were and Tommy was never mentioned again. *kisses* you racist little bitch.
I agree it was a poor writing decision and Tommy should have been in the last couple of episodes or at least mentioned and I think Buck deserved to have someone check up on him and I was hoping to see that be Tommy. Maddie is the only person who consistently checks in on Buck and I hate that for the show.
But I also fail to see how that argument and subsequent flying his kid out to soothe Buck was Eddie helping Buck deal with his grief so much as making other people deal with it for him. I also criticize that writing decision because Eddie has been consistently dismissive of Buck in a way that he didn’t used to be (see post shooting when he’s acquiescing in a hospital bed and still finds a way to help Buck out by talking to him and letting him know he values him versus having Pepa do the hard work instead this season)
I don’t come to criticisms of this show with the intent of hating on the characters, because the characters aren’t real, the writers are and I think the writers messed up. I think that’s a good lesson to learn.
#disk horse#I know this is in bad faith but I’m sure you were eagerly awaiting an answer… whoever the fuck you are#blank tumblr to avoid blocks I presume?
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How do you feel about the JB age gap? Some people feel it is problematic and I wondered what you thought
tbh I once wrote like 500 words in response to an ask like this explaining why I don’t have a problem w the age gap and trying to justify it but atp I don’t think it’s even worth that level of dissection. I don’t need to justify it. Jaime and Brienne are both consenting adults and that’s really all there is to it.
as for the people who say it’s ‘problematic’ - honestly I don’t believe that they’re genuinely sat there troubled by the jb age gap. they’re reading asoiaf, where there are literally hundreds of other things they could be worrying about than two adults having consensual sex.
maybe there are a few people out there for whom the age gap is a bit of a personal ick, and like…. ok go with god if that’s you. but most of these people just don’t like the pairing because they ship a competing pairing/they don’t like Jaime and have made that part of their fandom identity/they enjoy maintaining a ‘Brienne deserves better’ shtick without ever meaningfully engaging with Brienne as a character (probably for one of the two former reasons actually), and the age gap discourse is how they try and make out that actually they’re right for hating jb and you should feel guilty and ashamed if you ship it.
and sorry to those people but I don’t feel bad at all. and I also don’t believe they truly give a shit, it’s purely performative and they’re just making up contrived reasons to make other ppl feel bad, bc that’s what fandom does.
ultimately if there’s any party equipped to be discussing the age gap, it’s jb fandom who are actually interested in the role it plays within the relationship. but really all it comes down to is the fact that Brienne has been an adult woman since she met Jaime (ppl will pretend she was 17 in ASOS to make their point and they’re lying - or what like you say you feel strongly about this but you can’t even check the wiki to see if you have ur facts straight?? lol), so w/e.
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I have a rare moment to actually post a ramble on Tumblr so indulge me for a second while I tap a few signs add some reminders to people.
The audio RP space is centred on a lot of white male voices. That's not controversial, that's a fact.
Making designs of characters as POC is not a dispute against other white designs. It's adding representation and diversification to the space. Let people have some fun.
There are POC creators in the space. go check them out. Seek them out. Look for them. They exist and you'll be surprised what they have to show you.
Calling shit out in fandom is encouraged because it does need to be called out. You're here as a person of colour and you deserve to be treated with respect here.
It's ok to admit you're not as educated as you should be, don't worry, you can change that. Just do the work and don't expect POC to outright give you that info when they're dealing with shit. That's work you have to do on your own.
Ignoring shit that should be called out by avoiding talking about it when it's being discussed is equal to being complicit in that shit.
POC are allowed to talk about shit that seems weird, we're allowed to let y'all know when something seems unfair or suspicious. We're allowed to approach things with emotions because we're people who are often pushed to our limits on these subjects. Get comfortable in your discomfort in unpacking your privelege because we already have been doing that for a while under far worse.
Asking for rep and making it yourself is valid because these folks will not give it to you, it's unfair but it's what it is.
Finally:
Do not let them tell you how to act as a black person or as a person of colour. Do not let them think that they can get away with shit. Do not coddle them. They should know better. Do not let them convince you to be their token, their teacher, their magical negro, their nanny or whatever have you. You're a person. You have agency. Do not le them take that from you.
Anyways, happy black history month, collect your reparations from your friends because racism is universal and stay thriving out there y'all
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Bridesmaid (roman × sophia one-shot)

A/N: hey guys, since I already wrote the love story about Roman and Sophia in The Wisewoman, I decided I will do one-shots of them from now on with specific themes.
Disclaimer: you don't need to read the fanfic in order to understand the contents of the one-shots, i'm gonna give decent background info but if you are up for some romance, why not check it out 👀
Warning: age difference, smutty
Summary: A week prior to Wrestlemania 40, Roman and Sophia get to enjoy their free time at the wedding of Cleo and Jeremiah - Sophia's friends.
word count: 3k

Sophia's POV
March 31st, 2024, 2.03pm
"We are gonna be late and I hate being late." I snapped at my boyfriend as if he is the one that's guilty for the current situation that's going on right now. Which is preparing for my best friend's wedding and I am going to be the bridesmaid.
The magic that happened between me and Joe on my birthday month and a half ago suddenly disappeared after the reality of work hit us. I've been working in WWE as a temporary Wise Woman while my uncle Paul's leg fully recovers.
It's not that I don't like working with Joe but this current Wrestlemania season is going to earn the most stressful one of all time. Triple H confirmed it himself.
Not knowing what the main event is going to be until almost the very last moment is a crazy work especially for a person like me who likes everything to be organized, in place and in the clear.
Eventually, Joe will main event both nights this year which is even more nuts. He also started doing very intense workout and diet programs, so he can get in the most perfect shape he can ever be.
Me, as his girlfriend, I follow him too, with the dieting more specifically. We basically eat chicken, brocoli and oats. That's it. Not even each other.
Although we are a new couple, peak of the honeymoon phase, we don't get the time to sex the stress away. The old Sophia wouldn't mind this since I was never in my full sexuality. Ever since I got with Joe, however, everything changed.
Everything.
"Soph, we have around an hour and Wave Hill is just 20 minutes away" Joe said with a calm tone. That's what he does - once I heat up he always keeps his cool and vice versa.
I took a good look at my boyfriend. His manbun more slick than himself. Beard freshly trimmed. A black suit with slim whige stripes which made his body look even bigger than usual. A baby pink tie which matches my dress for the wedding.
The dresses of the bridesmaids are picked by Cleo. Each bridesmaid is wearing different pastel color dress that symbolises her character and the fact that is spring time which means all the flowers are blooming and the nature is gaining its color.
Cleo chose baby pink for me since she describes me as delicate, elegant, feminine and lately, in love. If I wasn't with Joe, she would definitely give me blue aka the color of wisdom. But I take pink now.
"Did I mention that you look spectacular?" Joe looked at me from head to toe, gently grabbing my hand and I spun around.
"And I love when I see you with a suit. I admit it's my weakness." I marched to him and playfully fixed his tie. Our faces being very close, examining every inch of them, mostly focused on the lips.
After a while we both attacked each other going straight for our tongues, associating them with cheat meals we deserved. I put my hands behind Joe's neck while he wrapped his around my snatched waist.
The kisses were becoming hungrier and hungrier with each movement, almost leaving us out of breath.
"What if we-" I knew exactly that he is going to suggest us doing a quickie but right now I am way too stressed for that and I don't think it will bring the helpful effect we are both yearning for.
"No." I interrupted immediately. Joe gave that look which is a mix of slight disappointment with understanding.
"After the ceremony, however, I am yours. If you are not too tired, of course." I promised as we still stood with our faces close. He gave me a look that says 'Me? Tired?'.

"The most beautiful bride!" Tina, my other best friend from college, exclaimed the moment she saw Cleo, standing there with tight white dress that make her natural curves look even more juicy than usual.
Her brown skin all glowy, her beautiful curly hair made into a bride bun and most importantly her pearl white smile was on. Tina, who is three months pregnant by the way, is wearing a yellow dress since she is as bright as the sun. Somehow she looks even more angelic but that's what pregnancy does, I guess.
"Jeremiah is one lucky bastard." I concluded while looking at Cleo and then we reached for a hug. She smells like flowers. "Hope he is aware."
"Yeah, me too." Tina replied with her gaze stuck at the male part in front of us - her husband Noah, the groom, his friends all around my boyfriend like little boys just met their superhero.
Jeremiah has loved wrestling ever since he was a little kid and Roman has always been his favorite.
I let out a soft chuckle. Jeremiah was passionately explaining something to Joe, mimicking a superman punch and and a right hand. Probably talking about his favorite match of him.
"At least he is happy and not sweating his balls off like most men do before they get married." Cleo shrugged it off.
The whole ceremony of Cleo and Jer being wedded by the priest and their beautiful vows brought us waves of emotions. After that all the guests gathered to give our presents. Cleo didn't lie when she said it's gonna be a small wedding - closest family and friends. We were around forty people.
The atmosphere is just beyond magical - late afternoon with the sun still shining, soft bird chirps, the unrealistically green grass and beautiful flora surrounding us.
I cannot help but wonder how Joe must be feeling right now since he also had a wedding before. I've been trying to read him but all I see is positivism - no sign of bitterness or regret.
Me and him stepped hand-by-hand to the newlyweds and handed them a white envelope with beautifully written 'for the Evans family' on it.
Cleo knows very well what we prepared but both of them don't know we also prepared a honeymoon weekend for both of them in Philadelphia in The Rittenhouse hotel from April 5th to April 8th.
"I think you would want to open this." the bride nudged her groom. He seemed puzzled and looked at us for approval. Me and Joe gave a nod.
Jer opened the envelope and by the little glimpse he gave it, he surely recognized the Wrestlemania tickets. "No way." he interrupted the unpacking.
"Front row, both nights." I specified and Jer seemed extremely delighted. Just like a little kid. I understand why though. Cleo said that because of the expenses from the wedding, he couldn't afford tickets. I mean Wrestlemania isn't a cheap experience but right now as I am with the biggest draw in the business, it was easy to arrange this present.
"Also we booked The Rittenhouse hotel. A little Wrestlemania honeymoon weekend." Joe added and now both of them seemes surprised as hell. "Everything is covered."
"Oh my God" Cleo exclaimed and she hugged us. "Thank you so much."
"I'm actually gonna cry." Jer concluded and me and my boyfriend exploded from laughter.
"Make sure you spend your time well together and not only being focused on the wrestling, young man, okay?" Joe gave the groom a joking warning.
"Yes, my Tribal Chief." Jeremiah replied like a soldier.
"You are married to a baddie now and you better acknowledge her always." he was sounding like Roman but with the joking note of Joe. I gotta love that man but I slightly cringed from the fact he just said 'baddie'.
"Yes, my Tribal Chief." Jer repeated and Cleo just laughed at him.
"So whenever he fucks up, I will make sure to call Roman, noted." Cleo concluded.

The party eventually started - we were eating, drinking, laughing, throwing speeches. Me and Joe mentally prepared for today to be a cheat one. The menu Cleo and Jer picked is amazing and not that unhealthy, so we are gonna be good. Also we didn't miss the opportunity to drink an alcoholic glass or two...or three.
I was looking at the beautiful bouquet I caught earlier in the ceremony and bit my lower lip. Could that really mean I am next?
"Sophia Anoa'i sounds amazing, don't you think?" my boyfriend's deep voice startled me from my thoughts I was having in the same direction.
"Undisputed." I agreed with him and he pulled me to lean on his arm.
"To be completely honest, I already feel like we are a married couple. We fight for every small thing, we go everywhere together and we don't have exclusive sheet time." I raised my head and gave him a serious look. "Just the kids are missing."
"You are so dramatic." I rolled my eyes and leaned on his shoulder again. "We've been dating for two months, we don't officially live together and we don't fight, we just argue, nothing serious." I explained the things as they truly are. "But you are right about the sheet time." I said quietly.
"When Wrestlemania is over, immediately after night two, we are going on a vacation. I think it's time for you to see my private island. Just the two of us. We are gonna catch up with everything. I am keeping a track of the number of orgasms I have to give you." my eyes almost popped out of my body and I playfully hit his arm then looked around to see if somebody heard him.
Now it's time to dance. Big part of the guests went on the grass to dance. The women part even removed their heels and everybody started grooving to "The Best" by Tina Turner.
"Let's dance." I grabbed Joe's hand as he was drinking from his whiskey. In the meantime I took off my high heels.
He actually got up and drank the whole glass at once. As we marched to the grass, we faced each other.
"I am warning you I can't dance at all." he put his index finger in front of him and I just rolled my eyes grabbing his arms with mine and swaying to the beat.
"Just follow me." I instructed him.
Once that chorus hit, I started singing with it too.
'You're simply the best
Better than all the rest
Better than anyone
Anyone I ever met'
Such simple lyrics yet so relatable. Me and Joe were singing all of this to each other while doing some freestyle dancing. We probably look rather funny but I don't care. I am immersed in this beautiful moment we are having. It felt as if it's just only the two of us for a bit.
The night was accompanied with more dancing and singing. Jer even dedicated a song to Cleo and sang it for all of us and the song was 'Remember the Time' by Michael Jackson. I love this song and it describes them perfectly.
It kinda became a trend amongst the male part to dedicate songs to their loved ones and sing them. Noah dedicated 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' for Tina. Cleo's dad dedicated 'My Heart Will Go On' and oh boy, that was an experience. Jer's dad wanted to be funny and sang 'I Want To Break Free'. Basically all of the men had some songs in mind for their women but my question is does Joe have something for me?
I wonder what song he associates me with, if he has such.
Everybody started chanting "Tribal Chief" and he stood up from his chair and went to the stage, grabbing the microphone.
"I knew my turn was coming. But I have to throw a little disclaimer that I have no singing or artistic abilities since I am a pro-athlete, obviously." of course, he had to warn the people and explain himself.
"We still acknowledge you." one of the guests shouted and Joe put his one up.
"So I've been doing some thinking about a song I would dedicate to my dear Sophia who is the greatest woman alive, by the way." he threw that in as if it's nothing and looked at my direction. I playfully rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks burning. "The closest thing that came to my mind was the song 'Sweet Child O'Mine' by Guns n' Roses. And no, it's not because of our age difference." he was quick to specify.
The DJ played the song and the rock instrumental echoed through the night.
"If I see anybody recording me, I will do a superman punch to them." Joe threatened everyone and most of the people laughed it off.
'She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of reign
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place
Where, as a child, I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by'
Joe just changed one word in the lyrics and brought a whole different meaning to it. I was giggling the whole time and I could feel my friends playfully hitting my arm and throwing jokes. He is such a liar, too. His singing voice sounds more than decent for a damn wrestler.
Of course, he is singing the song in tenor cause there is no way he can do Axl's high pitches. If he were to be a singer, he'd probably do jazz. Completely changing the vibes of it but in the best way possible. This is just so romantic, no pun intended. No one has ever done something like this for me. He actually did many things for me that others didn't.
That's why he is simply the best.

It's already past midnight. The wedding came to its end. I genuinely wished to Cleo and Jer their whole marriage to feel like their wedding cause goddamn, it's been a good while since I had such a great time.
When me and Joe got back in his house, we still had the tipsy spirit in us. I really wanted to take the pretty dress off and feel free. I see my boyfriend already started loosening the buttons of his shirt and pants. When he saw me struggling with my dress, he came to help me unzip it and it fell down on the ground, exposing my bare breasts and the lingerie with the same tone of pink.
I felt Joe pulling me in closer, so I can feel his big body against me. His hands cupped my breasts, almost like I put a bra on and then gave me a few wet kisses on the neck.
"Babygirl, you promised something earlier." he reminded me with his voice low and seductive, sending chills all over my body as he continued kissing my neck and squeezing my boobs harder.
"Mm." I moaned in agreement and I felt him taking my panties off from behind. "I'm all yours." I breathed out and turned to him, so we could kiss each other's lips. His taste like whiskey while mine - like white wine. We are inventing a new cocktail as we speak.
To my surprise, I managed to push him on the bed. I unzipped his white dress shirt, letting his beautiful upper body exposed, and half of his unique tattoo out.
I also slid down his unzipped pants and lossen belt. Couldn't help but stare at the view from his already formed erection.
"Already?" my jaw slightly dropped. Either I am a sex symbol in disguise or Joe will always be erectile functional...way too functional. Eventually, I took the boxers off, too before they get ripped by his own length.
"Already." he replied quietly. He stood in a sitting position at the corner of his king-sized bed while I was still standing. Joe ran his big hands, gently examining and admiring my body.
I felt the wetness forming down my core, so I didn't wait any longer and slowly sat on his dick, carefully taking it in.
Both of us were a groaning mess. Me because I still haven't fully adjusted to that monstrous length and Joe because the tightness must feel beyond incredible for him.
I was taking deep breaths until the awesomly painful entrance to feel like a strong embrace.
"I missed this so much" I released a breathy moan, collecting my composure and sligtlg fastening my pace of riding.
Up.
Down.
"Not more than me, I believe." Joe replied and we exchanged a kiss. He firmly gripped my hips and our bodies were stuck to each other like a glue and exchanging heat waves like radiators.
Up.
Down.
Joe let out a loud groan again. I know I must be killing him with this technique mixed with clutching. I've been attending some yoga classes lately and there was one about riding a man. The words of the teacher that we should make it like a dance, and the focus is the hips still echo in my mind.
I was certain I was gonna try this on him and judging by his reactions, he enjoys it and I haven't even fastened the pace...yet.
As I moved more quickly, the sounds of clapping spread through the room. Joe's breathing intensified as well as my moans because that shit feels truly magnificent.
"Babygirl..." he finally spoke. He is usually very, very talkative in the bedroom but this time he is rather silent and I think this may be a good sign.
The volcano of cum that just erupted in my insides confirmed it for me that he loved this and just a bit after that, I also exploded in pleasure, my sounds filling the whole mansion most definitely just how Joe is filling me up.
This dick may be a little too big for me but it for sure hits the spot every single time.
My man let out another groan and pulled us both down on the bed, so we could lay. With his dick still in me. We love to do this after we finish and not to pull it out immediately.
"Where did you learn all that?" he seemed genuinely shocked. I let out a chuckle and fixed a strand of his already loosened hair.
"Those yoga classes turned out to be more enriching than I foresaw." I replied.
"This is dangerous. You are dangerous. I barely could control myself. I wanted to extend the experience but good God, you are stronger than me." he concluded and looked slightly terrified. I, of course, enjoyed his little breakdown he was having.
"Is this funny to you, Miss Heyman?" Joe's eyebrows furrowed and I swear I could see a glimpse of Roman. I bursted out laughing. "Okay, have your fun but get ready for round two." he just threatened me with a good time.
THE END.

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Astarion's Choice.
Hello everyone! Thank you very much Artofluba for your interesting and insightful comment on my previous post, and I just can't help but quote this important point:
“Furthermore, from a purely game development and DM standpoint, the fact that a player must make a very difficult check in order to persuade Astarion not to ascend is a clear signal from the devs that his character is naturally predisposed to choose Ascension as the default pathway. It makes sense, if players follow all of the dialogue of the game. To ignore these dialogue cues from the beginning all the way to the Cazador fight is kind of crazy - DM would be like, "I gave you so many hints, how did you not know what to do?"
Astarion wants to Ascend, and he's been talking about it since the moment he learns the possibility exists. “After two hundred years of shit, pure shit, I think I deserve something better.” - how much real pain there is in that line, in his scream. And what does Astarion choose for himself?
“Spawn or Ascend: What will Astarion choose without Tav?”
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“It doesn't matter which answer options you choose throughout the game, Astarion himself does not refuse the ritual, only if he does not have the opportunity to perform the ritual: if he has not read the scroll or one of the spawns is killed.
It also doesn't matter if you're friends with him or in a romantic relationship, the test of persuasion is always the same. 18 persuasion and 20 insight, but you'll have an advantage in the insight test if you're having an affair with him, that's the only difference - Verified!”
(quote from channel author AlexKhodja's comment).
Also in the game, Astarion is unable to decide his own fate, against Tav's wishes, due to purely physical limitations. Astarion desperately asks for help, there's a choice to help him or not help him, but he can't slice the scars on Cazador without Tav's help (or another companion's help, as in the video, Minthara - you're the best!).
Even in the scar scene, Tav draws the symbols in the sand rather than on paper, though it would be much more realistic on paper, and there's plenty of that paper in the inventory. But then, Astarion would have been able to save and memorize the symbols, which would have prevented him from depending on Tav's decision. A failed die roll and that's it, Astarion will leave the group unless you help him. ("I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming.” is the same thing Astarion says in the video to all those ‘good’ hypocrites). Also, Astarion has a line: “And I want to live a full life! Not some half existence, hiding in the shadows for the rest of eternity.”
I like the double standard of the “goodness” here. No one really cares about all those 7000 spawns, no one condemns (including in the game all the “good” companions approve of it) the “hero” who just kills the spawns for the sake of the city's safety. The main thing is not to give anything to Astarion.
Astarion, of course, will take his own Ascension. He wants to be alive again, to live life to the fullest, to get rid of his painful hunger, to enjoy the sun he loves so much, to see his reflection again, and to taste real life in all its fullness. Astarion himself would certainly never consider condemning himself to an eternal existence as a spawn to be a “better version of himself” or whatever else a “good hero” might come up with. It is not this “hero” who will have to experience hunger, never see the sun, and even when looking in the mirror see only emptiness in it, as if you did not exist.
As someone who has been forced to survive and exist in extremely brutal, hellish conditions, Astarion will think rationally. Hunger alone ("The pain from the hunger alone - there's nothing like it. ” Astarion) has always been and will always be a far more significant motivator than anyone's morals. There is no Astarion who chose to reject the ritual, there is an Astarion who was not helped. He was beckoned with the possibility of a full life, given a taste of it while he had a tadpole, and then that full life was taken away again. And even to taste not all of it, because only after the ritual: “I… I can't feel it. That ache in my stomach, that hunger - it's gone.” The unascended Astarion will never even know what it is like - not to feel hunger.
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pt XVI good omens season 2 (still not traumatic) episode 3 EDINBURGH
HELLO IT'S ME IT'S THE OFFICIAL GOOD OMENS MASCOT WHY DO I STILL KEEP INTRODUCING MYSELF IDK. If you don't know who I am, thank God and Satan for their mercy and flee. Also, the day after I post this, I'll be watching the last three episodes on livestream for the first time so. You know. I'm hyped on the energy of this being my last day not enveloped in tears. Take the summary:
Before the episode starts, someone asks why Crowley said in the last episode that Aziraphale couldn't fall because look at him, all angelic when Crowley looked the same as starmaker. I reply that "Crowley thinks he deserved it, he sees Azi as something beautiful and untouched while he probably sees himself as idk marked in some way so god kicked him down."
I am told that I am learning too fast to weaponise the narrative to induce angst. So then I say oh, I go too fast for you. Tears ensue.
The episode begins! Everyone shrieks about Edinburgh, David Tennant, how it is their favourite episode, and SCOTTISH CROWLEY.
We open with lesbians being gay, and then Muriel enters as Inspector Constable! They are very sweet and very determined to do their job right, and they are adopted by Crowley and Aziraphale just like Jim.
Crowley sits on Aziraphale's chair's arm. The maggots all swoon.
Fine, I also swooned.
Aziraphale gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss-mansplain-manipulate-manwhores his way into getting Crowley to give him the Bentley keys (BOUNDARIES. BOUNDARIES.).
WHAT PLENTY OF USE DO BOTH OF YOU GET OUT OF THE BOOKSHOP?
The really ineffable plan is whatever the fuck was happening in Aziraphale's brain when he somehow went from London to Edinburgh via Loch Ness (check the map) and then proceeded to disguise himself as a detective who pretends to be a journalist.
Crowley slays in sleeve garters and a cardigan keeping house in the bookshop meanwhile, does not sell books, instead cleans with Jimbriel and periodically yeets book stacks into corners when distracted.
Aziraphale reads his old diary entries about Crowley, a (6000+) 13 year old with a crush.
MINISODE MINISODE. They are in Edinburgh during the mid 1800s. Victorian outfits, check. Scottish Crowley, check. Capitalist Karen Aziraphale, che-wait what.
Huh. Well. There's a wee bit of body snatchin' going on, to sell to doctors for medical research because there aren't enough murderers, and to make enough money to survive.
Aziraphale channels his inner capitalist judgemental Karen and ruins that plan, come on Aziraphale you have religious trauma but you're better than this, and long story short, Wee Morag dies after Aziraphale realises his error, her friend Elspeth has to sell her corpse for pennies, and is about to commit suicide with laudanum. Azi, oh god. I'm glad you underwent character development at least.
NOW CROWLEY HERE SLAYS. I KNOW THIS IS AZIRAPHALE'S PERSPECTIVE AND IS BIASED. BUT WITH THIS POV, CROWLEY SLAYS.
He calmly educates Aziraphale about how his whole "the poor have more opportunities and you shouldn't give them money or they'll lose the virtue of poverty" is absolute bullshit, and he does this understanding Aziraphale's situation and not losing his temper.
The framing. The framing of the shot when they see Wee Morag and Elspeth sitting down on a step and explaining their situation. Aziraphale stands above, bustling with righteousness, and judges them. Crowley sits down. He sits down next to them, rather than taking the high ground. He meets them where they are and empathises. It is the fact that he is fallen and damned that makes him behave really divine and sorry I wrote a whole hymn on him have it I'll stop rambling just know I love him.
I think his amusement is a facade so hell won't think he's genuinely being good. I think he's morally grey and incredibly brave and kind.
When Elspeth is bouta kill herself with the laudanum, Crowley grabs it and drinks it himself, and grows tiny and then huge, absolutely high off his head. David Tennant takes the opportunity to travel Scotland from east to west in terms of accent variety.
He gives us the good message of NO DYIN'. NO MORE DYIN'. IT'S NOT ON. And then forces Aziraphale (who doesn't want to ruin her virtuous poverty) to give the girl all the guineas he has in his pocket, and tells her to go off and start a farm or something. BUT NOT JUST PRETENDY GOOD, BE PROPERLY GOOD.
He then gets pulled into hell. To be punished for this. Aziraphale is frightened and heartbroken for him, looking around desperately, and we find out that Crowley didn't meet him for a while after. And later he wanted holy water. To protect himself? He got punished by hell. For how long? The whole month in between the incident and the diary entry? There can't be anyone better at punishment and cruelty than hell.
Sorry I'm just screaming here.
Never mind fuck I started this summary really happy and bouncy and listening to a dance playlist. Dionysus by BTS and Italian pop is still playing and now I'm crying.
Is this the natural progression. Fuck I'm crying. Sorry guys something else happens with Aziraphale politely talking to a phone and Crowley smiling really beautifully while unsuccessfully trying to manipulate two lesbians into a relationship and something about a visit I don't care everyone's being morally dubious as usual and then lovely Scottish music outro I CAN'T FUCKING ELABORATE I'M SITTING HERE CRYING OVER CROWLEY.
right summary done, time to go sob, lmao i thought i wouldn't cry today over good omens HAHAHAHA still not traumatic eh HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Stop Manifesting a Text and Start Manifesting a LOVE STORY
If you’re sitting around, staring at your phone, refreshing messages like it’s a damn stock market crash, I need you to stop. Right now.
You’re out here trying to manifest a tiny, insignificant text when you could be manifesting the whole damn relationship. A text? A notification? That’s crumbs. You deserve the whole damn cake, PERIODT.
Manifesting text?
When you’re focused on manifesting a text, you’re basically telling the universe:
“I just want a little attention.”
“I’ll take whatever I can get.”
“I don’t believe I can have the full love I desire, so I’ll settle.”
And the universe? It listens. It gives you exactly what you assume is possible.
So yeah, maybe you get a message—maybe a random “hey” at 2 AM that means absolutely nothing, maybe you'll do a cute little dance at that time or would be texting your bsf "HE MESSAGED ME!!!" but does it really matter at the end of the day?
Or maybe? You get silence. Why? Because you’re thinking too small. You’re not in the energy of someone who is cherished, adored, and pursued.
And let’s be real do you want a text, or do you want a man who is OBSESSED with you?
Love story? Definitely yes.
Do you want him like this....???
He’s texting you first, every morning, because you’re the first thing on his mind.
He’s planning dates, showing up, and making effort because he can’t stand the thought of losing you.
He’s obsessed with you in a way that makes even the most romantic movies look basic.
He’s showing up in your life as the version of him that worships the ground you walk on.
THAT is what you should be manifesting. Not some weak-ass “wyd?” text that doesn’t mean a damn thing!!!!
Solution? Let Celeste tell you.
Stop manifesting from desperation. Every time you check your phone, wondering if he texted, you’re reaffirming the fact that he hasn’t. You’re sitting in lack, in waiting, in “why isn’t it happening?” mode. That’s the energy of someone who isn’t chosen.And that’s NOT you.
Start assuming he already adores you. Manifestation isn’t about “making” things happen—it’s about having things already done. So stop wanting a text and start assuming: “Of course he’s in love with me. Of course he’s thinking about me. Of course he’s planning our future together.” That’s the energy of someone who knows they are loved, and the universe will mirror it back. Universe is the best mirror yk that?
Romanticize the HELL out of your love life. You want a man who worships you? Start acting like someone who is worshipped. Walk, talk, and breathe like the version of you who is already in the most breathtaking, passionate, committed love story. No matter how bad your love life has been in past. Just. Act. Like. You. Are. Already. Worshipped. How would you feel if you're worshipped from that guy? What emotions would you feel? What your brain would whisper if he had moved mountains just for you. Yeah. Think like that.
Let the universe do its job. Stop checking. Stop waiting. Stop reacting. Start assuming it’s unfolding perfectly. If you needed to chase, beg, or constantly check your phone, it was never yours to begin with. But the moment you sit back and say, I already have it, it’s already mine, BOOM.
Cause honey, You’re Too Powerful to Be Begging for a Text.
You’re too divine to be waiting on breadcrumbs. You’re not a side character in HIS life, he should be fighting for a spot in YOURS.
So next time your brain starts panicking, thinking, “Why hasn’t he texted?”—remind yourself:
I don’t manifest texts.
I don’t manifest breadcrumbs.
I manifest love deeper than the ocean itself. Yeah exactly that's what you deserve you better know it.
Now go be that goddess who doesn’t settle for less than a full-blown love story. The texts, the confessions, the commitment? What are you talking about? ITS ALREADY DONE.



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drew and made stickers of Draluc from The Vampire Dies in No Time at the last minute when i learned that Frank Todaro was gonna be at TFCon LA!
the biggest highlight of TFCon for me and my friend @nutbranch was meeting Frank Todaro on sunday and giving our TVDINT art merch to him! he was SUCH a delight to meet and chat with, and we were so surprised to learn that he's an artist too when he gave us these Starscream paper doll sheets that he illustrated as freebies (his art style is so cool)! me and Nini were so caught off guard when he asked us to autograph our art merch gifts for him 😭
more context on why me and Nini decided to meet him: on saturday, someone had tapped my shoulder in the exhibitors hall, and when i turned around, IT WAS HIM, and he said that he liked my Starscream figure trapped in my tiny cage bag. i just said "oh hey man, thanks 😀" but in the back of my head i was thinking "is that.........."
after processing what just happened, i later went up to him and asked if he was Frank Todaro, and in a silly exaggerated voice, he confirmed that he's the one and only. then i told him that i love his work as Draluc, and he immediately got energetic and started gushing over the fact that someone knows that this really obscure character/anime exists because Draluc was one of his all time favorite roles he ever played
after that, i was like "yeah ok im gonna make a fucking Draluc sticker for him tomorrow" and told nini about all this lmao
i decided to color and cut out the extra Starscream sheet he gave me for fun since these markers and colored pencils are barely used, cuz why not lol
if any of you guys are fans of Frank Todaro, you should check out his voicework as Draluc, that character deserves more love!! 🦇🖤
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