#nope. Can't do it. there's too many twists and turns

[allastoredeer]

Currenting editing the next chapter of "Damage Control," and I'm absolutely giggling over Alastor being unable to navigate the bigger, grander hotel and all its twisting halls.

Our big, powerful Radio Demon is lost and he can't even shadow travel to find Luci's room quicker. Poor baby.

[berberriescorner]

pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man���😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed. 

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber. 

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different. 

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most. 

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation. 

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

 “Mama,” he sighed. 

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs. 

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.  

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut? 

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even. 

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

 An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips. 

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.” 

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin. 

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.” 

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper. 

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion. 

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised. 

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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[neverpathia]

okay guys

so this is for a kinda art trade with @everestgale as i've said before i think

but like

i actually have no idea how well i did on this piece tbh. not one of my best works. but whatever, it's here now. yay.

-- -- -- -- --

He was there. And he was also there. And he was there, and there, and there.

Too many incarnations, scattered across too many lifetimes. Littered with too many wrong choices, wasted chances, horrible consequences, painful deaths. Too much pain, too many scars, borne by himself as well as everyone else. Physical. Emotional. Everywhere—

"Hero?" He was shaken out of his stupor by the voice of a companion. The Paranoid. Yes, the Hero was in the infirmary right now. Okay. Right.

Hero looked up from where he sat on the windowsill and blinked.

The afternoon sun-rays fell about him, surrounding Hero with daylight. His sword lay against the wall, propped on the floor beside him. Across from his seat, Paranoid was hunched over a cluttered workbench, tinkering with herbs and concoctions.

She turned abruptly as she shot Hero a concerned glance. "You spaced out for a second."

"Uh..." Hero clutched at the curtain. "Nope. Carry on with whatever you were doing."

Paranoid shook her head and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like "Idiot."

"What?" Hero tried to look as innocent as he could muster.

Paranoid went back to her work, but she only partially turned her attention away from Hero. "You're not convincing me."

"You're only being...paranoid." He offered her an awkward grin.

Paranoid rolled her eyes as she poured some sort of mixture into an uncorked vial. "Fine, I'll trust you. Only a little. For now."

I'll trust you. And from Paranoid, of all people. Hero wanted to laugh.

Hero leaned back against the glass panes. They were warm, almost scalding. He observed Paranoid as she worked, her slender frame bent over the desk in concentration. The apothecary's gloved hands moved to and fro, passing between her crammed shelves and teetering beakers, calculated and frantic. Shaky. Unstable.

She had become like that because of Hero. Of what he had failed to prevent. And then the memories came again: a flickering figure, a porcelain mask, gloved hands and unblinking eyes. That was one of them, only one of the many...

His fault. Another fault. And another mistake, another, another. It could've been averted every single time. But it wasn't. It all swirled around him, amidst him, each sight and step and sound a new reminder. Nails and heels. Claws and fangs. He was only a false Hero, one who tried to save everything but only doomed and doomed and—

"Breathe. You need to breathe."

Memory faded. Presence returned. Paranoid had left her workbench and now crouched some distance from Hero, leaning as a doctor would by a patient's bedside, yet just a bit too far from reach.

"What..." Hero shook his head, somewhat dazed. He noticed a bit of shattered glass on the floor, with what used to be its contents spilling across the table.

Shit.

"Uh." Hero gestured to the mess. "Someone should go clean that-"

"You were hyperventilating." Paranoid's gaze darted back and forth, as if she couldn't decide if eye contact would be okay. She stared with wide, nervous eyes. Her stance was tense.

Hero shifted on the windowsill, sheepish. "Sorry about that."

"You-" Paranoid fidgeted hard with the hem of her own tattered cloak, twisting and squeezing. "Don't apologise. That can't be okay. You're thinking of something. First you were spaced out, and lost in your head, and then after a while you zoned out again."

Hero sighed. "Nothing's wrong. It's just...been a long day."

"And I'm not buying that. Something's wrong, alright."

Hero looked away. "We don't need to talk about it, at least not right now."

Paranoid paused. She clawed feverishly at the cloak before instantly, abruptly, letting go.

And she gave a sudden laugh, nervous and pained. "Hahaha. That's what I say. That- that's what I always say. Don't think about it. Not now, not ever. Just don't. Just don't."

Then her smile faded. "But then it doesn't go away. It comes back and it just stays there. Nagging. Insistent. Worse. So don't give me that shit, Hero, and just tell me."

Hero hesitated. "I don't know about that." He really didn't want to think about it, and he definitely didn't want to bother Paranoid any longer.

Paranoid rolled her eyes. "You do realise that not telling me is just going to make me worry about you more, right?"

Hero was silent for another moment. How stupid of him. To have this breakdown here, in the same room as a friend, as if Paranoid would simply have allowed herself to ignore it. To be led along the same train of thought as ever.

Paranoid sighed. "I could say that I care about you, but that's just going to make it worse, isn't it?"

Hero tried for a smile. "No, it wouldn't."

Paranoid buried her face in her hands. "Oh, for fuck's sake..."

Hero considered for a moment. They were close, after all. How much would Paranoid mind if he confided?

Actually, he didn't want to know.

Paranoid began to fidget again. "Okay. Let's look at this another way. Let's say I'm the one panicking—fuck, I'm always the one panicking—and you were watching it happen. Wouldn't you ask me to tell you what I'm feeling? Wouldn't you try to comfort me?"

Hero avoided looking at her. "I don't know," he admitted. "It's different. I'm supposed to be the one who's okay."

Paranoid facepalmed. "I- ...Fine. Let's just say I care for you. I really do."

Hero didn't meet her eyes. "I know."

"You probably feel like a burden right now. I promise you're not! Really. Doesn't it hurt? Isn't it hard, keeping all that to yourself, locking it all up? Tell someone. Tell me. It would help."

Hero did not respond.

"And I wish I did know, even if you don't. Just...please tell me. If you can."

Silence at first. Then, finally, Hero spoke. "I'm just so tired."

Paranoid didn't interrupt. She only tilted her head ever so slightly as she let him go on; as she simply listened.

"It's like I'm a liar. A fraud." It came slow at first. The words were forced out. But as soon as Hero had said them, it was like something had burst, and it just needed to be released.

"A hero. That's what you all call me. That's supposed to be my name, who I am." Hero looked down at his hands, at all the faint yet present scars criss-crossing across them. "But what kind of hero am I if I can't save anyone? You know the past. I was there with the Decider, with all of you, every single time. And I could have said something. I could have taken control. I could have...done anything."

Tears began to well up at the corners of Hero's eyes. He looked up, desperate to prevent them from flowing down. "Look at everyone. Look at you. You and Broken and Hunted and Cheated and even Contrarian. You're all so hurt. And if I had just done the right things, you wouldn't even be like this. But I didn't. I...let you become like this.

"And I said things. I turned the Princess into this, into that, into everything at once. It never stopped, never stops now. It's there all the time. Too many memories. I don't want it anymore. I just want to forget. I just want to forget."

He couldn't stop the tears from coming. They broke away. They rolled down. They fell onto his legs. Onto the windowsill. Onto the ground. Little splatters, unguarded, unrestrained; like everything he had never done.

Paranoid's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. And she nodded. And she didn't look away, but she didn't look ahead either; she simply stared in his general direction without staring at him.

She was listening. He was relieved. He was concerned. He was too fatigued to care.

"Can you tell me I'm okay?" Hero asked. "It's...going to be fine, right?"

"No." Paranoid kept her voice soft. "This isn't something logical. I can tell you a million things you did right but it still wouldn't be enough."

Hero gave a weak smile. "Just tell me anyway. It might help, I don't know."

She barely hesitated before speaking. "You've been here since the start. You know all of us, and you're the only one who can comfort us most of the time. And even before all this, you...You were always the voice of reason. The most normal, or at least you forced yourself to be. That's admirable. I don't know how you did it."

Hero tried to feel better. The words did ease him a little. But Paranoid was right, it wasn't enough. He was just doing his duty. It was his obligation. And he had still done too little of it.

Paranoid wrapped her arms around herself, rocking back and forth, back and forth. Still anxious as ever. "I love you for it. But that doesn't mean jack shit. I could list a hundred rights, and one wrong would still be so much worse."

Hero attempted to force a smile again. "I can deal with it. I can—"

"Are you so sure you can?" Paranoid rose as she stepped forward, closing the distance. "Or are you just lying to yourself?"

He stopped. The memories came again. It did hurt. It hurt too much.

"Maybe." Hero slumped. "Can you get something for it, like medicine or anything? You always have something for everything."

Paranoid laughed bitterly. "I wish. Maybe for the short-term, yes. Something to dull it for a while. But you can't avoid it forever."

The resignation in her face told Hero everything. Of course he couldn't just escape. She would know.

She shot him a glance as she walked over to another corner of the room. "I'll get a couple of pills for you. Maybe some tea as we speak."

Hero stayed where he was. He tried to wipe the tears from his cheeks, a bit embarrassed. "Alright."

He scooted along the window and tried to hide into the curtains as Paranoid retrieved something from a drawer. She turned and caught a glimpse of whatever he was doing, the curtains barely covering his bulky frame. She frowned.

"Hero?" Paranoid seemed rather disappointed. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He grinned bashfully, more genuine this time. "Uh, nothing."

"Idiot." This one was clear enough.

He actually laughed a little. "Hey, just carry on."

And she did, pouring something into a cup as she muttered and mumbled to herself. Hero contemplated. At least this was nice. The sun filtering in behind him, the organized clutter of the infirmary, and the company of a friend. Even if the friend was a little strange.

She returned with a cup and saucer in one hand, clutching a small pouch with a few pills inside in the other. "These are for later, six o'clock sharp."

He took the pouch from her. "What's in here?"

"A bit of my own medication diluted with something else." She sat on the floor beside him, setting the cup down on the windowsill next to his thigh.

Hero gaped. "Seriously?"

"Remember to tell me if you experience any side effects—"

"No. Hold on." He stared blankly at Paranoid, her demeanour unsteady and frazzled. "You're medicated?"

"So I've worked with medicines for as long as I can remember, and I wouldn't have enough sense to do something about myself. That makes a lot of sense, Hero."

"What the- This is after mental treatment?"

Paranoid shrank back, comically offended. "Does it still seem that bad?!"

Hero laughed again as he stuffed the pills in his pocket. "Still pretty bad."

Paranoid smiled. "Hey, as if you're not bad either. It does help, trust me on this."

And then the moment was over.

"How much does it work?" Hero asked. The turmoil threatened at him again. Coiling and churning and crossing the edges of his brain. Knocking against his temples. About to rupture against it all.

"It should be enough for now, but—"

"Please," Hero whispered at first, unaware as he did, but his voice rose steadily as he spoke, louder and louder. "Can it all just stop? I want it to stop. The expectations, the guilt. Make it stop. Please make it stop! Please, I can't do this anymore!"

Paranoid averted her eyes.

"I...want it to stop too. Hahaha." Her laugh was desperate, and yearning, and pleading. "But it won't."

Hero heaved a long sigh. There was more silence.

Paranoid extended a hand, and he took it. And for one moment, they remained like that.

Sitting still.

Holding hands.

"So..." Hero broke the silence. "Just like that?"

Paranoid gave his hand a squeeze. "All we can do is live, I guess. Or try to live."

"At least you're here."

"...Yeah." She looked up, finally meeting his eyes. "At least...at least we're not alone."

And there was hope.

[anchoviiies]

gn!reader x Luffy where Luffy experiences jealousy for the first time (unconventionally) and gn!reader is unaware

Exploding meteors

⭐️🍎⭐️

Luffy centric, gn!reader. enjoy!⭐️🍎

Inside Luffy, there's an ever-expanding universe: planets and stars orbiting around his guts, supernovas, meteors, and asteroids colliding with each other.

Sometimes they explode in the middle of his forehead, right between his eyes, causing him intense headaches.

It happens when: Sanji takes too long to cook, and the kitchen is filled with smells and odors he can't eat yet, not at that moment;

when he gets angry,

when he's sad;

when he stays alone for too long;

when he's the first to wake up, and the ship is still asleep.

It doesn't happen often, but it does, and he hates it a bit.

Other times, he feels the explosion in his chest, right next to his heart.

It happens when: he watches you reading on the ship's deck, or when you turn to smile at him.

When his eyes capture yours;

when he reaches out a hand in your direction, finding your fingers to hold onto immediately.

This happens frequently, and he loves it.

It’s something that fills his insides, grounds his feet to the ground, makes him feel puffed up.

Lightweight but not superficial.

All words he found in your books when you forget them on his bed or when you read them aloud because Luffy gets bored in silence.

But what he's feeling right now is different.

An entire galaxy has turned inside out, a black hole has opened in his stomach.

It hurts and burns.

Luffy runs a hand over his belly, trying to dispel the pain.

It's not like when he's hungry, and it's not even like when he eats too much and his eyelids get heavy. He watches you talking to that person, nodding happily, then placing a hand on his shoulder, and Luffy's stomach hurts again.

When you turn and smile at him, he thinks it might get better: they smiled, their eyes are on me again, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s oka- except, well, it's not okay at all.

The black hole grows, swallowing everything it finds: Luffy feels it slide down his arms to his hands.

They're sweaty, and he tries to wipe them on the fabric of his jeans.

You've already stopped looking at him again, continuing the conversation with that guy.

Now, Luffy really wants to hear what he's saying, but the discomfort is too great, and his stomach hurts so much that he wants to go back to the ship and sleep until the day.

Everything twists inside him, everything collides and shrinks, and Luffy himself feels a little smaller.

He sits on the ground, crossing his legs. He drops his face into his hands and watches you, sighing softly.

Inside, it's all a mess, but not on the outside. You smile and chat and laugh, he smiles and chats and laughs. People around you walk, hold hands, and the sun begins to set behind you, extinguishing in the sea.

It’s not fair.

"Y/N?" He reaches out a hand - quite literally, stretches it toward you, grabbing your shirt sleeve gently. "Y/N?" He asks again, insistently.

"What's wrong, Luffy?"

"Can we go? My stomach hurts."

"Didn't you eat too many takoyaki?" You giggles.

That guy laughs, and Luffy scowls. "No."

The smile fades from your lips as you watch him rub his hand on his stomach, his eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks slightly flushed.

Is he really in so much pain?

You bid farewell to your friend - if you can call him a friend, just an old schoolmate you happened to meet by chance - and let Luffy take your hand, rising from the ground and rushing toward the port.

"Luffy? Is everything okay?"

"Nope," he simply replies, avoiding your gaze.

"Do you want to talk about it? Where does it hurt?"

He shrugs, still avoiding your eyes. "Stomach. Already said. You weren't listening because you wanted to talk to him."

Inside Luffy, there's a whole universe.

And since he met you, it's all evolving.

A Big Bang of new planets and unexplored worlds: some breathtaking, others not so much.

Like the one that was born today, making him nervous, silent, and agitated.

Sweaty, overheated, and cold all at once, and this, and this, and-

"Luf." Your voice is gentle, as are your hands, which move closer to cradle his face. You force him to look at you, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

"I'm sorry if you felt sidelined. It wasn't my intention."

The black hole shrinks a bit. His stomach hurts a little less.

He sighs.

"Can we ask Sanji to make us caramel apples?" He finally says after a moment of seemingly endless silence. "But you ask, ‘cos he’s nicer with you."

You smile. "Of course."

[noveauskull]

Bodyguard Yuanwu? it can be a fic or hc whatever yout want bc I really like how you write him

Yuanwu As Your Bodyguard (SFW)

characters: yuanwu x reader

warnings: suggestive 18+ content but no smut, bratty reader

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You rolled your eyes at the paperwork in front of you, this had to be the 3rd batch this week.

Every single time you finish one batch another 2 batches appear, at this point you might as well identify as a machine if no one in this company is even going to give an effort to handing you less paperwork.

It's true that all you've been doing these past few days were just eating different cuisines and taking vacations anytime you wanted, but to you, you were just taking a mental break from all the shit you had to do.

Everytime you go to these vacations though, you had one person to accompany you by all times.

You'd be expecting him to hand you a cup of tea anytime you see him, and it would always put your grumpy mood down and your comfort mood up. His tea would probably be one of the few many reasons you keep him by your side.

Yuanwu had been your bodyguard for nearly 15 years now. Ever since you were 10, he had been around to take care of you when your parents were too busy dealing with other matters.

You would be lying if you didn't admit to having a crush on him though. Yuanwu was fit, kind, mature, anything a man should be. He was incredibly your type too, even when his blue hair began to turn white when you turned 18, you still liked him and kept him by your side.

"Miss? Are you alright?" You hear a deep, rough voice ask you. Making you turn your head to look up at the voice's owner.

"I can't do this, I need another vacation" You said with no hesitation, watching Yuanwu's face go from concern to disappointment.

"But miss, we just came back from Jeju Island..." Yuanwu sighed, the wrinkles in between his brows moving alongside his facial features.

"Don't care. I'm not doing this" You finalized. Pushing yourself up from your desk to leave the your own personal office right inside your home, however a tug on your wrist stops you.

"...Huh?"

You turned your head in confusion, the corner of your upper lip raising along your eyebrows furrowing, almost as if to look at the older man to say 'how dare you grab me', but you reminded yourself that he is your crush, and that you could behave yourself a bit around him to not trouble him.

However you were never really a 'behaves well' kind of girl, so you didn't know that for the entire time you've been troubling him from the start.

"I'm sorry miss but I can't allow you to leave the office" Yuanwu said, his eyes staring into yours with a serious look, taken aback, you still let your desires win, you were not going to do all that paperwork by yourself.

"Hands off, Yuanwu. I'll do the paperwork after one more vacation, i'm not mentally ready to pick up the shit this company shat on my desk right now" You tried twisting Yuanwu's hand off your wrist, but his grip on you remained firm.

"You say that but I know you won't pick up a pen the moment you come back, and I'm sure you're exhausted from always having to come back with unfinished papers on your desk, so why not finish a couple today and continue tomorrow?"

Nope. You were as stubborn as a turtle's shell. And Yuanwu knew that talking to you like the adult you are was futile, yet he still tried to do so anyways. But seeing as his only attempt didn't work out, he had no choice.

"Like I said I can't be bothered, a vacation will benefit you more than watching me do paperwork, y'know? I don't get why you're so insistent on-"

Before you knew it, Yuanwu was suddenly dragging you outside the office. You were confused but you assumed that him dragging you was so that you would go on another vacation, but you were wrong.

He suddenly opened the door to your bedroom, pulling you inside the room before locking the door and pushing your body down to the bed, your eyes widened in shock when you felt your body hit the mattress.

"Yuanwu?" You called out the the older man as you watched him remove his tie, confused.

"Don't worry, miss. By the time we're finished you'll have plenty of energy and motivation to do your paperwork"

For some reason, ever since that day, you've decided to listen to Yuanwu's suggestions and put aside your wants, and you haven't been to any vacations ever since.

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A/N: BODYGUARD YUANWU WILL PUT ME ON A CHOKEHOLD

I JUST HAD TO SLIP IN A BRATTY READER CAUSE I CANT BE CONTROLLED ‼️‼️‼️ ty for the request anon 😋✨️✨️

if this gets enough recognition i might write smut ab this~

[remidyal]

Game Changer Season 6 episodes, ranked by my personal enjoyment

Because I also enjoy arbitrarily ranking things! If you disagree... I mean, that's fine? I liked every episode this season, just.. I liked some episodes better than others. I'm grouping the Ratfish episodes together, so we've got eight entries. Spoilers for, um, every game changer episode this season, obviously.

#8 Pencils Down:

I'm not as into drawings and all as I am a lot of the other stuff, though this was probably the most wholesome episode of this season. I'm, naturally, opposed to wholesomeness too.

Favorite bit:

The proposed tattoos were a lot of fun.

#7 Ratfish (parts 1 and 2):

I think this one got hurt for me by a couple things - I know absolutely nothing about the show they're mimicking, unlike Survivor or the Bachelor, and I did not particularly enjoy anything directly to do with the Ratfish or understand why I should care about his opinions and arbitrary decisions. I assumed that the cast would recognize who this person was and we'd get some kind of payoff there, but nope. Everything just between the cast was great, though.

Favorite bit:

Honestly there's a ton of quick moments to choose from here, but I think my favorite is Brennan incorrectly going for the seat marked Brennan Lee Mulligan at the end.

#6 The Newlyweb Game:

This one was gentle good fun, I enjoyed everyone involved, there were just more standout moments in some of the later episodes on this list. This is fighting with Pencils Down for the most wholesome episode, or at least the one that would least fit into a saw trap. In spite of that this would be the episode all time of Game Changer I would least be willing to be on, even in the world where I'm not firmly aroace and have a partner - I think I would sooner light myself on fire than let someone I know have full access to my phone.

Favorite bit:

Revealing how many unread emails people had and the shock and judgement at totally reasonable numbers, as someone with around forty thousand unread emails in my primary gmail account dating back to 2004.

#5 Bingo

We're really into tough competition now! I loved this episode, and that it somehow turned into a tormenting Brennan episode even though he wasn't even supposed to be there. This was obviously slightly rigged so that the players in the third set of Bingo were most likely to win (and it was actually impossible for the people on stage) but honestly pulling it off was so good.

Favorite Bit:

I mean, it's the reveal to Trapp and everyone of the existence of the third group of course.

#4 Second Place

First, I know that for meta reasons this should be second, but it's not. Oh well. Sam alleges that this episode wasn't intentionally meant to torment Brennan; I do not believe Sam's lies. Everyone in the world saw the twist at the end coming and it's still funny.

Favorite bit:

Ally declaring that Brennan can ring the gong the loudest and Brennan's brain breaking harder than anything that Sam had actually planned.

#3 Sam Says 3

I can't believe this one's only third. If this is how Sam Says ends - and I have a hard time seeing how a fourth edition can escalate, even outside of the BTS claiming that they see three times as the limit for the same premise most of the time - then what an ending. I'm not sure any other game concept has managed to make the players so consistently tricked. My only critique of it is that I think I like the first couple times at this well just a little bit more, with nothing in this quite matching Ally flying to New York or the Something We'll Have To Bleep energy for me.

Favorite Bit:

It's hard to top the fake Sam body dropping from the ceiling.

#2 Beat the Buzzer

Every episode with the Seven cast is always incredible, and production-wise this seems like the craziest thing they've ever pulled off. Any episode where they break out of just the stage is always good, and I think this is the most extensive use of that they've ever done. Incredible variety, great cameos from Aabria and Persephone, complete manic energy from all three contestants. A+ episode.

Favorite Bit:

There's so much here, but I think mine as someone who worked as a pizza delivery driver was the entire exchange where Rehka just ends up getting the bag with the buzzer and a bunch of loose oreos. Was production prepared with everything that was on that menu or would they have actually ordered breadsticks somewhere to use as a prop?

#1 Deja Vu

Time loop stuff is always a favorite of mine, and pulling one off as an episode is ALREADY a great premise before you even get into all of the other cast and the editing. (Shout out to Siobhan Thompson for being in exactly two Game Changer episodes and them being this one and Escape the Green Room; guess we know what pepper rating she puts down.) Great chemistry between the cast, a truly deranged display from Sam, and of course the Wenis. Genuinely the WEIRDEST episode of the season, too, always a good sign.

It's a shame they already repeated the premise too much to do a follow up to this one...

Favorite Bit(s):

I'm doing two for this one because it's my list and I can.

"This isn't fucking Um, Actually!" with sincere righteous anger.

Everything to do with Zac as Grant, most of all how easy it would have been to just make that Zac as Zac.

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Part 5 of Gotham Characters React to You Getting Easily Scared by a Movie 👻☠😈😨🎃:

Lee Thompkins, Lucius Fox & Harvey Bullock

<-last part (part 4)

Part 1

Additional warnings: in Harvey's fic the movie's described (a chase followed by a scene on a rooftop, from which a main character nearly falls down)

Lee Thompkins probably really enjoys the movie. No, correct that: she definitely likes it, trashy or serious. To be honest, she might be a bit disappointed at first, but your well-being matters so much more and her instincts to keep you save are way too strong for her to consider continuing watching.

Woah, this scene alone is scarier than you thought the whole thing would be! You glance at Lee, maybe she's feeling the same and you can stop watching— Nope, on the contrary: she's almost spell-bound, staring at the screen in fascination. You decide to just look at her for some time, and soon realize that she's enjoying this a lot, making little gasps but leaning forward nontheless. If you weren't so frightened of the movie, you'd let her do so forever, but you can't continue and you're sure she wouldn't want you to if she knew how you felt..

"Hey, Lee?" "Mhm?" She's immersed in the story. "This movie is too much for me." "What?" She presses pause. You gesture towards the source of your distress. "I'm sorry, I know how much you love the movie but it is way too scary for me." "Oh." She eyes you carefully, not liking your current posture, and sighs. "Let's stop then." "Are you sure? I can go to another room." Lee shakes her head. "You're sweet. But I can watch the rest another time." "Really?" She pretends to think, leaning close to you. "What will I do with all that free time?" A mischevious expression spreads on her face. You play along, "I know, right?" You kiss her. "What will we do?"

Lucius Fox is honest from early on about how scary he finds what the two of you are watching. He may even bring it up before you do. Though whether he's frightened or not doesn't matter when you are. He sees no use in pushing you or himself to do something you're not enjoying.

The creepier the movie's atmosphere gets, the closer you inch towards Lucius, until something particularly surprises you and you nearly cling to him in shock, too stunned to move. "Hey, babe," he starts, "Am I the only one who finds this movie too scary?" He looks at you and finds that you don't seem happy either, so he presses pause. "Because right now I just want it to end." "Oh, thank you! I've been feeling the same. Yes, can we just stop watching now? I don't need to know who gets killed." You laugh. He breaths a sigh of relief. "Exactly."

While he turns the TV off, you put the lights on again, still a little tense. You sit down close to him. "I think I need a lot of cuddling after this, what do you say?" He grinns. "I'd say the movie did us some  good after all." In a matter of seconds his arms are around you and you let his kiss shoo away your fear.

Harvey Bullock is one of the best people to have around when you're scared. His comic relief levels spike when someone he cares about is afraid and what's more, he dislikes getting scared anyways.

You're glad that your detective is finally home, away from the dangers of his job. Hopefully you'll soon finish this movie and get to spend some—

The main character falls down, their face twisting, and notices that the antagonist is on his tracks. He finally manages to get up again, and runs into an abandoned building, hastily moving upstairs until, after a long minute of dramatic shots and sounds, he reaches the attic and decides to move onto the roof.

Goodness, what if Harvey ever has to do that? The chase continues, bricks fall down and suddenly the main guy is hanging off the building. You tense, the previous scary scenes only making you more tense. Harvey places his palm on on your shoulder.

"Easy there. That chase wouldn't happen like this. I mean, did you see how many stairs that was?" He laughs. "No need to be afraid of the bad guy when there's stairs." You laugh a little, still concerned for him. "Yeah, but what if the bad guy has more energy than you?" At the word "you", his gaze softens and he beckons you closer. "Come here, sweetheart." You let your head rest close to his. "I promise you I'll always be careful. I swear to God." He kisses you and holds you until you've calmed down, then jokes, "Now, whether Jim is careful or not..." He makes a face, "Ahh?" You're in more of a mood to joke now, "Good, then all I gotta hear is the same from Jim and I'm happy." He laughs and listens to your much less frightened words, "After I'm done with him, he'll dream of stairs." Harvey's laughter chases some of the leftover tension away.

->part 6

[a-bombyx-mori]

poking around on spotify earlier and saw that ghost hit 1 mil monthly listeners,,, holy shit!! and their work has been a constant in my life for about 7 years now holy fuck.

gets me thinking about their impact and stuff. still have mixed emotions about everything because they sure did get good and bad attention while they were online. it's gotta be satisfying to see so many people enjoy your art and music and for them to even pay for it. then there's all the problems that come with any fanbase or online presence in general. and I've been here a while so here's just a few things that stand out to me about. everything? things I've thought about a bit?

(this became a long reflection ramble thing whoops.)

I've never really had other songs or writing at all describe the weird mental shit I've been through. yep, it's probably dumb, but ghost and pals songs helped me identity my problems. they became a source of catharsis when I was in fucking middle school and still are to this day. hell, evolve was the first thing that got me thinking I had been in a horrible relationship (along with twisted love ofc). aoapp was a reflection of my anxious attachment for a long time. I wouldn't have been able to make personal progress the past few years without analyzing songs too much.

and don't get me started on their drawings,, their artstyle has always been so charming in its own way. for a long time I tried to emulate their techniques so I could be an artist too. AND THEIR PV EDITING?? mgnghfh full course meal. I still set stills as backgrounds every so often. the fucking colorbars picture was my email background for years until google decided to stop loading it sometime last year.

I still admire them so much.

but there's also things they did that feel off. like I'll never get over how the new chattering was supposed to be a joke. you can't go and make a polished banger showing off your improvement and then say "yeah lol I only did this cause my friend joked about doing it so I said bet." or smth along those lines. (ghost said they remade it cause creep-p joked about it. in a tweet I think? gotta find it.) at that point, it also becomes a slight against your fans. you can't act like everything you make is (essentially) worthless without unintentionally shaming those who enjoy it. it's like that one mirror reflection picture thing.

the whole deletion of specific songs/most of their old discography is also it's own complex beast. ideally, an artist should be in control of when their art is displayed, but you give up that agency when using the internet. hell, there's mirrors of my old Instagram pages, and I'm nowhere near ghost's notoriety. thats the nature of the internet. shit is saved and copied and reuploaded all the time. the only way you can prevent that is by not uploading it at all or going through copyright law/terms of use/etc.

when I first started listening to ghost, they had their old work in an unlisted playlist. cool. then another channel I believe? then later on there was no official way of getting them so ofc people reuploaded them. was that the best thing to do? nope. but people enjoy their old songs and wanted access to them. and not everyone has a local back-up of music cause they're afraid it'll become inaccessible lost media.

them deleting most of their music vids is similar. this happened around like 2018ish? people started reuploading their current songs because. guess what. they weren't officially avaliable. people were thanking translators and such who had the pvs on their channel because they had access to it again. I believe something like this happened a second time but I don't remember for sure.

THIS DOESN'T EXCUSE ANY OF THE PATREON LEAKS BTW. those were paywalled benefits so that's a fundamental breach of privacy (and site rules, I'm p sure).

also less serious thing but they set up a premiere at the end of 2019 for a new song or whatever and it turned out to be a fucking joke too. just like a dr phil picture or smth. only upset at that cause back then I'd get the biggest fucking adrenaline rush whenever they were about to release something. then again I was also depressed as hell so that's an old me problem imo.

there's probably other drama or whatever I'm completely forgetting about, but probably for the better. in the end it's all about the art we're here for in the first place, and the artist behind it. I hope they're doing well after detaching from social media.

uh. long essay thing over now. I think

[cb-works13]

OC-tober Day 9: Struggling with something

Below is a short story I’ve made for @thepromptfoundry’s OC-tober! It was really fun to write out, I hope you enjoy it!

Where There Is no Struggle, There Is no Jelly

“Gosh, this lid is screwed on pretty tight.”

Oliver twisted and tugged at a jar of jelly. He was simply trying to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but he didn’t think he’d have to get in a full on arm workout in order to do so. He twisted harder, but the jar lid wouldn't move.

“Well, this is pathetic to watch.”

Oliver looked up and saw Roxanne standing across the bar. She held out her hand, waiting for Oliver to hand it to her.

He sighed and tossed her the jar. “Good luck with it.”

Roxanne smiled. “Oliver, I know all the tricks. I can open any jar I want.” She twisted at the lid, realized how stuck it was, and then took the jar and lightly tapped the lid end on the countertop. Then, she twisted again. Still wouldn’t budge. She ran the lid under water, hoping to loosen it. She twisted it again. Nope.

"How many tricks do you know, exactly?" Oliver asked.

Roxanne was now shaking the jar violently. "As many as it takes to open this jar!"

“Want me to go get Flint?” Oliver asked.

"Heck. No." Roxanne grunted as she pounded on the lid.

Oliver rubbed his head. "I mean, the jar is made of glass. Glass is sand. Flint's rock powers could really come in handy."

"Please." Roxanne began turning the jar. "Like I'd accept defeat and take the easy way out just like that. Besides, he'll probably just shatter the glass. Flint's way too full of himself to not force all of his power onto a small jar."

"Maybe…" Oliver watched Roxanne struggle with the lid. "But I am hungry though."

"Persistence can't happen without patience, Oliver!" Roxanne exclaimed. "You're going to get this jelly one way or another! Even if it takes all day!"

"All day?! Okay- I'm not that desperate for jelly!" Oliver turned back to his sandwich. "I'll just eat the sandwich without it." He grabbed the bread and was about to put his peanut butter sandwich together-

A laser of light hit Oliver's bread. He dropped the bread in surprise. "Dude! You almost hit me in the eye! What the heck was the laser finger for?! Are you trying to make me blind?!”

"I wasn't aiming for you!" Roxanne lowered her hand, a dim glow on her finger left over from firing. "You wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and you're going to get a peanut butter and jelly sandwich! Now step away from that bread and let me do this or else I will aim for you!"

Oliver took a few careful steps away. "I can't believe you're threatening my life over jelly."

Vale, hearing all of the commotion, walked into the kitchen. He looked between Oliver staring sadly at his incomplete sandwich and Roxanne biting the jelly jar.

"Hey, why don't you at least let Vale try?" Oliver asked.

"Not a chance." Roxanne said in between biting the lid. "I don't think Vale's gloves are that grippy anyway."

"First off, my gloves have plenty of grip." Vale replied. "Second, it's much more entertaining watching Oliver have a literal mental breakdown over a sandwich."

"I'm not having a mental breakdown!" Oliver said. "I'm just hungry! And Roxanne's threatening to shoot me! Is it too much to ask the world for a gosh darn sandwich?!"

"Uh-huh." Vale sat down in one of the bar stools. "Sure."

"Okay wise guy." Roxanne stopped gnawing on the jar. "If you're so high and mighty, why don't you try to open it?"

"I thought you said you didn't want to give up." Oliver said.

"This isn't giving up." Roxanne set the jar in front of Vale. "I just want to be assured that Vale knows the severity of this situation. This jar is literally impossible to open."

Vale picked up the jar. He tugged on it once. He then set it down. "Eh, just get Flint to open it."

Oliver eagerly pointed at Vale while looking at Roxanne. "THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!!!"

"You're pathetic!" Roxanne snatched the jar up. "You're both pathetic! Where's your determination? Your drive?! Don't you want the internal gratification of accomplishing a difficult task yourself?!"

"Not for a stupid jar of jelly." Vale replied.

"UGH!" Roxanne went back to work.

Flint burst into the kitchen. "Is someone in need of my assistance?"

“NO.” Roxanne hissed.

“If it’s entertaining.” Vale yawned.

“I just want a sandwich…” Oliver sighed.

Flint leaned over Roxanne. "And all of this over a measly glass container?"

Roxanne hunched over the jar. “This is none of your business!”

“Oh, but it is my business.” Flint replied. “Do I need to remind you of my incredible abilities when it comes to the manipulation of rock and gems? Which would just so happen to include glass?”

“Okay, hand the jar over to Flint.” Vale said. “I’m not listening to the musical number for the fifth time today.”

"Alright, alright." Roxanne held up the jar. "But at least try to open it without shattering it."

Flint picked the jar out of Roxanne's hand. "Thank you."

Flint gripped the jar and twisted. It wouldn't move. "Hm. This jar is asking for more than my raw strength." Flint tossed the jar around in his hand. "I guess I'll have to use my magnificent powers this time!" He gripped the jar, concentrated hard, and-

SMASH!

The jar was shattered in Flint's hands. Thankfully, none of the glass flew anywhere, and Flint's skin couldn't get cut by glass. As for the jelly, however…

Roxanne wiped jelly off of her eyes. "What did I tell you."

Oliver looked down at his sandwich, now slathered in jelly. He picked up the bread, smushed it together with a schhhlop, and took a bite. "Finally." He said with a mouthful of sandwich.

Flint stared at his ruined clothes in horror. He then looked in his hands- the jar lid was still tight on the top of the glass, despite the rest of the jar being in pieces. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" He cried out.

Vale stood up, wiping the jelly off of jacket. "Welp, sorry to hear about the jar, but that's about all the fun I can stand." He began to walk out of the kitchen. He then turned around. "Oh, but if you need help putting it back together…" He held up a small bottle. "I've got some gorilla glue."

He grinned and walked out of the kitchen.

[mareenavee]

OCs As Song Lyrics!

Hello. I love this. I was tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @kookaburra1701

Tagging: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup, @orfeoarte, @rhiannon1199, @tallmatcha, @gilgamish, @archangelsunited, @inquisition-dragonborn, @elfinismsarts, @friend-of-giants, @miraakulous-cloud-district and whomsoever sees this that wants to do this game! Tag me, because I have actually tagged you. For reals. I want to see!

Rules, more or less, as I'm twisting them.

For your fic/current WIP, give us some lyrics that fit your OCS and NPCS-become-OCS perfectly. Do this for as many characters as you wish!

So. You want song lyrics for characters? I have them in spades. IN SPADES. I will give songs for just the character, not regarding any of their specific relationships. Below the cut for some beans in the jar that is The World on Our Shoulders!

Nyenna - Destroyer by Phantogram (Shinies for the corvids out there.)

Keep you here a while And if I'm never forgiven You can't say I didn't try I tried, I tried to save so many lives I guess my heart got carried away I guess the dark turned off the light Was there something that you wanted to say?

Teldryn - Easier to Run by Linkin Park (literally emo but can't catch me giving a shit lol)

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back And never moving forward so there'd never be a past

Athis - Caught by Florence + The Machine (The exception to my statement it's not about relationships because this one was pretty defining in Athis's life in general.)

It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do To try and keep from calling you Well, can my dreams keep coming true? How can they? 'Cause when I sleep I never dream of you As if the dream of you, it sleeps too But it never slips away It just gains its strength and digs its hooks To drag me through the day

Varlais - L.G. FUAD by Motion City Soundtrack (Nope, can't catch me giving a shit about this rec either. It's too perfect lol.)

I'm a mess, I'm a wreck I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds And all the things that don't get old Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless

[liliallowed]

I wonder how Dust sans is doing. Is he okay? I hope he's doing well :(

nope :3

he paced back and forward around the room cringing onto his hood.

he had to suppress the urge to gut a random human right there, knowing FULL well the habit he had wasn't going to benifit him in tracking down that THING.

the room was trashed. cracks forming on the walls from the sheer pressure if his gravitational magic, broken glass scattered all over the floor that he mindless paced over, uncaring if it chipped at his hp or not.

"where?"

he muttered as he scratched his hand on the sofa as he passed by, causing another tear.

"I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them both... I should have killed them earlier... if that demon turns them into their exp I'm going to fucking RIP it OUT THEIR DAMNED INSIDES... IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL THEM..."

he clenched his first, suppressing more of his anger.

/told you you shouldn't have played with your food brother/

"FOOD!? WHAT KIND OF SICK FREAK DO YOU TAKE ME FOR!? THEY DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE IN THIS! THE LEAST I COULD DO WAS GIVE THEM A SENSE OF WARMTH BEFORE I GOT RID OF THEM!"

/Isn't that crueler? it hurts more to be betrayed by someone you trust rather than a stranger. "I WOULD KNOW."/

"i..." his eyelights shrank.

"yeah... my bad... should've just killed them from the get go huh..." he facepalmed.

"they just... they looked so scared about all that... I didn't want to... if I did that from the start they would have ran. I COULD HAVE EXTRACTED THEIR WILL IF THAT BRAT DIDN'T INTERVENE-"

/you're GLAD they did though aren't you you hypocrite? =)/

/you're attached? don't worry you'll meet the next run!/

"no. NONONO. I'm going to forget and they'll fucking live with this memory... I have to take out their soul before they die. I CAN'T let that SICK FREAK GET ANOTHER DAMNED PUPPET. WHY DIDN'T THEY LISTEN. WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST FUCKING LEAVE!?"

/reckless and stubborn. reminds you of someone?/

"SHUT up shut up DO NOT FUCKING COMPARE THOSE TWO THAT THING ISN'T EVEN HUMAN."

/excuses excuses. you're trying to twist things. don't forget what you DID TO US. YOU DON'T GET TO make exceptions./

"I know. I'm not... "

/worst case scenario they'll just know your true nature and you won't even get close next reset/

/but you don't want to forget. those memories are too sweet to loose aren't they you selfish murderer? trying to pretend like you deserve any of it?/

"I don't... I know... yeah. it was all just going to end this way anyway. I was just dragging them along pretending to... yeah. yeah it's fine. I'll kill them... yeah... it'll be like another... hehe yeah... just another one. it's no different." he muttered as his hands dug further into the tears of the fabric.

would he kill them if given the chance?

he would. he had done this so many times. if course he would do it. again... and again. maybe this was his karma? have someone see this side and judge HIM INSTEAD. to be the one hating HIM instead.

fitting really. he deserved no better.

it's not like he had any other commitment to cling onto. or an objective to keep himself somewhat sane...

"enough screwing around... where is that brat hiding them..." he muttered as he teleported on top of a building.

the city wasn't easy to map out... but he could work with it. they couldn't have gone far.

"I'll make you regret this brat."

[digeethegenie]

The Absolutely Peachey Keen Cactaur Conductor vs the Lillikin of Light (Or is it Darkness?)

Day 26 - Zip Shadowbringers (5.0) - Shadowbringers Character spoilers for World of Final Fantasy, of all things

Another Time, Another Place

The arid sands of this new world fill my… Well... not my nostrils, I don't have those… however we sort smell things as I behold it's brick coloured magesty. In my Fifty-odd years of conducting I had never- well ok I had seen places like this quite a few times before, but would it be fair to this place to judge it on all the others has never seen?

And clearly suffered some sort of calamity.

Maybe even quite a few.

But that is not important! To me anyway. For I am the Suculentious, Studatious (and not at all Salacious) Cactaur Conductor! And, though cosmos spanning shinanigins that I am not at legal liberty to divolge, I am setting up the railway on The First.

You might be thinking, "But why?" but, I pose to you, dear reader, why NOT?

… What's a Y'shtola?

Anyway, your absolutly peachey-keen Cactor Conductor will-

= = =

"So that's the monster?"

Ryne nodded to Yujo as they looked on from their vantage point.

"It looks like a normal cactaur to me… That all sort of babble like that."

"They do?"

Yujo turned around to her Hume companion. "Oh… oh so it's 'actually' talking. Like, "in common", talking. That… That's not normal cactaur behaviour. Not that wearing a hat is normal behaviour for monsters."

Ryne simply aquessed to the lalafell's expertiese on the matter.

"Well, It's not doing anything wrong, so I suppose I'll just take a look and-"

= = =

"And do what, exactly, tiny Lillikin girl?" I ask the lillikin that stood before me. Slightly wierdly proportioned thing. Looked more like a sack of popotoes than the more cubioud head shaped lilikin that I know.

Both the lilikin and the tiny jiant girl jumped backwards, screaming like…Well… litle (and jiant) girls.

"When did?!" the lilikin asked, clutching her chest from the fright.

"It was just over there a moment ago!"

I let out a laugh. "You have just been witness to one of my many fantastic abilities, jiant girl! Conducting is but one of my many peachey-keen fascets!"

I watched as the two girls exchanged confused looks.

"What on the star is…"

"Peachy-keen?"

There's exactly no appreciation for the common slang of yester-year.

The lilikin is the first to recover. "Doesn't matter. You're here so you can explain yourself. What are you doing messing around with Twine's railway?"

Oh, are they on to me? Oh, that could be bad. The lady was kind of insistant that I didn't talk about that sort of thing to the locals.

I give them the most serious face I can muster. "I'm sorry, I can't divolge that information."

The lilikin had a look that kind of reminds me of that Reynn girl at her most zipped.

"Oh I don't no time for this." she said as she took up a fighting pose and lauched towards me.

"Zip!"

I hear her utter something in confusion before she takes another lunge at me.

"Zip-Zip!"

She stumbles a little. Her jiant companion asking if she was alright only seemed to make her even more zipped and even more like Reynn.

I wonder…

I let out a suculant laugh. "Ahaha! No one has ever catched me in my fifty years of Cactauring! Well, once, exactly once. I have been caught exactly once."

"It's gonna be twice when I get my hands on-!"

"Nope! Zip!"

= = =

Yujo growled in frustration as the cactaur dodged her as if it vanished the instant her fist would have made contact. It was like nothing she had ever fought before.

"Stand still and let me-"

"Not happening, zip!"

She twisted as she tried to keep her footing before a childish scream of frustration filled the Ahm Areg air.

= = =

Oh this is too easy. Tones of fun though. Nothing like giving the locals a good heart stoper and then giving them the run around.

Well, they'll get tired of this and surely walk off so with a few more dodges I should- wait why is the lilikin glowing?

= = =

"Behold! The fan that sunders all! Limit Breaking Mystic Art of the Luminary! Fan Dango!" Yujo's form suddenly split into several indicical pieces and all launged at the Cactaur.

= = =

"Oh… bother." I uttered as I saw a gaggle of Lilikin all lunge for from every direction.

[cthulhubert]

Alan Dean Foster's "Journeys of the Catechist" was a formative book series for young me. The main character, Ehomba, a diligent shepherd and sage, was directly inspirational. I think I read it when I was 16, so more than half my life ago (sits down dizzy with that realization).

It also stands out in my memories because it had a much more folkloric tone than most of the fantasy books I'd read around then.

I've had... mixed results on rereading books I loved when I was young (ditto watching shows etc). But I decided I might as well bite the bullet, see what new things I could spot.

Thankfully, this one was still good. Well. It had its flaws, but they were ones I recognized back then. The big one is that it... honestly maybe should've been condensed to one book. By the end of Carnivores of Light and Darkness, you've seen most of Foster's good ideas, so Into the Thinking Kingdoms and Triumph of Souls felt repetitive.

Spoilers:

A small handful of things I'd glossed over before stuck out to me. More women hit on Ehomba than I'd realized, and he briefly considers cheating with one before choosing not to.

Unlike most of the fantasy books I read around then, Catchist had no map. And the book is never explicit about this one, so it was fun to realize that the setting is, in fact, a parallel, or possibly future Earth. Ehomba starts his journey somewhere in Africa, crosses the Sahara and the Mediterranean, travels through the Iberian peninsula, and crosses the ocean to the Americas and travels there. I'd realized this in my first read through, actually. But it was neat to see it hold up. Can't give my past self too many points, because parallel or future post-apocalypse, or some mythological pseudo-past Earth was a really common fantasy trope in the late 80s through the 90s.

His swashbuckling rogue side kick was stupider than I remembered.

One of the things I really loved about the series was the ending. The whole series is because Ehomba has taken on the task of a dying knight who washed ashore near his village: to secure the return of a princess, kidnapped to become the bride of an evil sorcerer emperor across the sea. The twist is that once he gets there, she doesn't want to return! She's fallen in love with the evil emperor, and wants to stay. Unfortunately, says Ehomba, my mission isn't do what you want, it's get you home, and the mission is what I have sworn to do. So he counter-kidnaps her, drags her back to her people. Then, obviously, since this is a dick move, he re-anti-counter-kidnaps her and they adventure back to the empire where he drops her off before heading home.

Here's the biggest one I missed in my initial read through. I remembered her saying that she'd realized the emperor's virtue one day. She'd discovered that he was some other, highly discriminated against race (I read it as something like a neanderthal with stubby legs), constantly wearing armor to hide it. Somehow I'd come to an interpretation that he was actually a good guy but playing the role of a harsh ruler to get his people to work together. That "evil" was mostly propaganda.

NOPE. The man is vile. He visits a fate worse than death on a servant for dropping one of his plates. He spends large amounts of his kingdoms wealth on frivolous entertainments for himself. The thing that had been clearly written between the lines, that young me still missed? The princess has a fetish for his people. She is almost sweating when she talks about his "virtue". That's the reason she wants to stay. She gets hornt up for the protruding brow ridge.

(No idea where this one came from, but somehow I'd even remembered thinking that he didn't have much magic, that that was all showmanship to mislead people. But no, he's turning people into living furniture with a wave of his hand.)

Honestly, this revelation is even more in line with some of the themes of the book. He has an almost daoist attitude. Ehomba isn't out there to fix everyone's problems. He's not gonna defeat the evil emperor. Sure he'll extend a helping hand if it's on the way (a favorite memory was him giving a doll to a little girl who's been kicked out of her home by a sheriff of Nottingham type; who realizes the doll is special and steals it; the doll kills him that night). But undertaking his chosen burden is what's really important to him.

I also need to reiterate how dumb the swashbuckling rogue sidekick is. He asks, one last time, if Ehomba isn't really a wizard. Ehomba, having solved 95% of their problems with tools he mentions were given to him by his fellow villagers: "I promise you. I am no more a wizard than anybody in my village." That night he initiates his son into adulthood, taking him to the special cave where his people store their lost knowledge of magic on books with pages of carved ruby.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi ho Kait! ✨

If it's not too late for the writer ask game, maybe 23, 26, 36, 54, 59? (You pick as little or as many you want to answer! ^^)

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Do it every day.

Write something every day.

It is a skill just like drawing, and artists will give you the same advice. You need to use your skills to grow your skills. Do not think for a second that other creators had that skill inherently. Some people may take to creative things faster but we all have to practice to be able to get to where we want to be. My style today is not my style from years ago but that is because I spend so much time writing all day, every day.

Don't cringe when you write. Keep going. You will learn how to adjust with time as you take your time to process how to capture thoughts and emotions on paper.

26. How do you write kissing scenes?

Honestly? You just have to get a feel for it. You don't have to know how to kiss to write that scene but you should try to watch more scenes in different media with kisses to better learn how they look and what the vibe is. It also helps to read how it's done in other stories. I tend to think and focus on how they feel as opposed to describing the kiss itself. I'll sprinkle in a few sentences about the act but spend my time focused on their feelings. To me, the kiss itself is not the focal point! It is the feelings!

36. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

The part when I'm finished.

Actually, the real answer is the part when I post a story and I get screaming feedback or tears not long after that. I live for someone not even getting four sentences in and just hitting my inbox with

"How dare you!"

54. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

For me emotionally, or for my readers? That's a hard question.

I feel like Iris was a wild story because I wanted to write it for years and when I finally did, I was ready to create what I wanted. Saeran and his former assistant have to learn how to adapt and survive this painful world until they see each other again. That story had a lot of twists and turns I doubt most of the readers expected. I might follow a story pattern best for beat sometimes if you know my stories, but I know none of you expected Rika to do what she did.

Now, reader wise? I know it's Gardenia et tu Polaris. That story had and still people shout at me because they're straining to find out how Saeran and Luciel lost each other, why Polaris and Luciel can't touch, why Gardenia is such an important person, and truly, whatever is happening with Rika as the Devil. :)

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Yes. But, I would not tell people unless I fully trusted them. Like, my family? Nope. They do not get to know for valid reasons and it'll stay that way. But, friends? Maybe. It truly hinges on the vibe. If this is a person I know who is in fandoms, then yeah. If not, no. I do not like judging eyes so if I can't trust someone they will not know I spend my time writing about kissing Saeran.

[randomnameless]

The aversion to rhea js really strange (read: predictable, as body pillow waifu can’t be contradicted too overtly) but at least disengage’s byleth supports really strengthen everything you say about him: he’s eager to bond with others, acknowledges fighting as a necessary evil but doesn’t actually enjoy it, likes cooking and flowers and tea, loves fishing (dunno why nopes tried to retcon THAT), prefers to be seen as a mentor more than a fighter and really cherishes his students. Crucially, he always mentions the monastery in a positive light (except for the kitchen, he kind of disses its food? No idea why) and it’s clear the school and the church were not only places where he was happy, but institutions he sees as forces of good. As for religion, in his support with pandreo their conversation is about how people turn to faith in times of hardship and they even pray together. With diamant, he says there’s little to gain and much to lose waging war.

As an aside, i’m so sour we didn’t get to see this in houses, after years of me hearing people dunking on corrin and byleth as The Worst Things Ever but they’re both quite sweet and kind and steadfast and the issues in their games are imho less to do with them and more the narrative that forcibly hobbles them in many areas along with some fuckery from koei. Well, at least feh gave us scenes like brave byleth immediately wanting to sit seliph down for tea and talking to him when she hears he’s feeling sad, male byleth perfectly happy to go look for stray cats, and disengage also has byleth showing off the sotc and doing tricks with it solely because amber asked him to; then again, treating sothis’ bones as a funney joak in the game says a lot about their views on the nabateans 🙄

Yep, if only Billy could have acted like that in FE16 -

Rather, if only Billy could have been a character and not an avatar stand-in for the player who could pick X or Y regardless of the story and ultimately participate in the general "Church BaD" song" with the small twist than in certain routes it goes "Church was BaD but Billy'll reform it to be GoOd" that I honestly found baffling.

Engage!Billy, from what you're telling me, is shitting on Jerry then lol

Jerry, as a mercenary, doesn't see fighting as a necessity but as a way to make money, if Barney is any indication mercs love wars because it means more contracts and the final Jerry line in their support where he goes "imagine you as teacher in a school you wouldn't be able to do it right it's so stupid lolilol" -

But Jerry is a Greil knock-off so the game must spread Vaseline on him (remember how two characters' gimmicks involved being mouthpieces to how genial he is for no specific reason?) and Billy might like the Monastery and the role they were given - as a teacher and later, as an Archbishop - but Rhea must be BaD so they can't love it too much and always hand small amounts of "current Church BaD" rather, being a passive character in FE16, never disagree with the wildest takes about the Church thrown around, like Hapi's complains, 85% of what comes from Claude's mouth or the fuckery of the worst S Support in the game.

Ultimately...

Yeah, I have the feeling IS tries to retcon Supreme Leader but by doing so they cement a "character" for Billy, something they couldn't do in FE16 else you wouldn't "weach fow her hwand" - while still erasing every Nabatean mention, or plot related mention, as you pointed out with the SoC but hey, we can't have people start to care about them now!

(which is why I find it fascinating that the anniversary artwork where Rhea bakes cookies exists, that artist didn't get the memo that Rhea BaD and the worst thing to have happened since baked beans and we never portray her in a positive light?)

[msawesomegeek]

Scream 6 movie review

A/N: I know, I am very bad a reviewing movies, but hey, its just a hobby and I have been really busy, first trying to make it as a TV producer, then a stand up comedian and then realising maybe I was meant to do something else all along, and learned a lot of completely new things. SO here we are. I was in the mood for scream, my favorite (besides ready or not, that movie has a grip on me!) scary movie! (No I am not gonna turn into the killer).

Look, I loved parts of what they did in this movie, because they did some very cool and VERY interesting things that made it feel both still like a scream movie and fresh! Pulling the focus away from the whole she is Billies daughter is she insane or not, was a great choice. Was the character development between the two girls a little on the fucking nose, absolutely.

I think Scream 6 kind of shot itself in the foot, because it hyped itself up to be something it did not turn out to be, and I don't understand why.

Spoilers ahead probably, just so you're warned.

The things I loved about this movie was it wasn't afraid to play tropes be bold, but it was so inconsistent about it, it, now that its over, makes me realized I kind of wished they had made a different movie!

I LOVED the opening scene! The fact that it pulls the rug from under you like that! Fuck yes. It really did set itself apart and made it: this isn't another fucking sequel! Which kudos! Samatha is fantastic as she was in ready or not! And I LOVED that they later had someone clearly dressed as her in that movie as an Easter egg, amazing.

The whole second opening sequence was great too! The fact that we first think: Damn, are we really gonna get not a slasher thriller but instead a suspense movie? A movie where we know who the killer is all the way through? That is interesting, and then they pull the rug from under us again like: nope, you're still getting your mystery, which is a cool surprise at this point. THEN they have that amazing line: "Who gives a fuck about the movies?" Which, chills! Awesome! That was the whole point, and yes they did kind of deliver that, but it was just still so much about the movies, and it wasnt what I wanted! Did I think the Gale twist monologue was cool? Yeah! Absolutely. But this Ghostface, not caring about the movies and it's rules?! Infinitely more scary and cool than referencing it so many times! It was almost like: We get it, you know youre in a movie!

(I have another point to add to that so trust me, we will get back to that. We will really get back to that!).

It was so frustrating because all this movie does is scream in your face with dialogue, that this isn't like the other movies? We are in a franchise now! No one is safe! This isn't like the other movies? Really?!

This isn't like the other movies? This isn't just a detail left off of the killers motive and then you keep the rest? This isn't a sequel where you yet again say: no one is safe, then proceed only to kill originals off? JUST like you did in the LAST GOD DAMN MOVIE! I get killing her, I get it! It was a fun death! It made sense in the franchise, it made sense that maybe Courtney did not want to do another Scream movie, but then everyone else lives except for killers and Gay girl (Also nice guys, keeping that trope alive while killing all the rest, and delivering a monologue in the opening scene about how the final girl and the tropes we keep alive really tell us something about our society, nice to see you still killing the gays (if you can't tell, I am being sarcastic).

If they had just kept the motive and actually kept their promise of staying away from the movies, then this would have actually had so much potential! Because the parts of this movie I really love! There a so many sequences that I ADORE! but because the whole point of the movie gets pulled back into being constantly shoving: Its a movie, down our throats it actually ruined what you had! You had for once in like 4 movies since the first one or probably EVER in this franchise, where the motive was not about the Stab movies, and that was fun that was exciting! That was giving us what we knew but with a twist! But because they kept referencing the other movies it just felt like they told us they were gonna be one thing and then became what they said they weren't, and if there is one thing I personally hate as a moviegoer, it is being lied to!

I will rage out now and then proceed with what I loved about this movie, because there is a lot to love and I am aware that seeing as Scream is my favorite movie that might be why I love a lot of certain things about it.

It kind of relates to my last point, but my god did they make Mindy annoying in this movie! I loved her in the last one I loved her little monologue this time too, pointing out flaws, but in the end it got a little repetitive? Her "death" amazing, terrifying, and really really well made! I figured she would survive seeing as this is scream and you didn't see her die die therefore she must be alive, but her surviving felt at least plausible.

The fact that only the killers, Annika and Gale dies in this movie pisses me off. I like the core four, they are fun characters! BUT you cannot go around having Mindy telling us that NO one not even main characters are safe anymore and at least not kill off Tara! I get it, I like her character and I think she does play a role in making these movies work, but then don't say it like that. Kill one of the main cast I dont care! You CAN'T have a character tell us no one is safe, basically pointing Chekhovs gun, and then proceed to NOT shoot it! That is like a basic writing rule! And I like Chad and I loved his death it was bloody it was gory it was great, there is no fucking way he survives that! And I know he probably dies in the next one, but it was just Mindy you could believe survived, Chad? No. That is plot amour in a movie that literally has a character tell us that NO one is safe! That this isn't like the other movies? Really because now you've just survived two because of plot amour!

Now for what I loved about this movie!

Like I said, loved the opening scene! I think it was the best one so far apart from of course, the iconic first one, but it was SO good!

I did like who the killers were in the end I know I am giving them grief for their motives, but I did like the reveal.

I loved the fact that this movie unlike I think what the others have done a lot of, was not afraid to play with newer scary movie tropes! And it did it WELL! The train scene, absolutely terrifying and the fact that it canonically makes sense that people around them are wearing the mask and the killer could be one? Amazing! Playing with the lighting, chefs kisses!

I loved the let it go scene! I did like the Gale death, the dialogue about the movies were annoying, but it was still good. Well choreographed. The apartment scene, tense, great the ladder, was so smart and cool way to build suspense, also unnecessary, but I do enjoy my gore, but a cool amount of gore in Annikas death.

The whole, "this isn't my first rodeo" comment from Gale, which was a great nod to the first movie, only to, for once, have the movie show us that it isn't like the other movies either! Great!

If the explanation scene had not included an unfired Chekov's gun then that would have also been cool, it was cool in the moment! Just not looking back realising I had been given expectations only to be let down.

One last thing I realized, probably because of this movie, but something I do wanna complain about, and I am aware, that them not being smart makes it a better movie, HOWEVER doesn't make it not worth mentioning. The thing is, the excuse for every character ever being stupid for the plot is simple: They don't know they're in a movie. No one knows they're in a movie and if they were why would they think they were in especially a slasher film? That is weird and unlikely I get it! However, this movie, hammers home, beats us over the head with it a lot, that it knows, this is a movie. Not like they know we're watching but they know this is like a movie. They know they are living in a simulation of a movie without the cameras! They know this, they point it out, and Yes Mindy being wrong in both movies does show that just because you "know the rules" doesn't mean you're safe. However, WHY do these characters, when, I don't know someone near them gets murdered and it looks Ghostface related, not immediately change out of their very stabbable crop tops and into, just jamming a bulletproof vest? They don't even have to tell us before the end but it could fix your plot amour problem! Ghost face is always wearing one, why isn't our characters?! I love a crop top, they are fashionable and fun, but also, leaves your midriff very open for stabbing when you know you're in a slasher movie!

Rant over, I did, really like a lot of this movie, I just wished it could have fixed some of it. And I am aware that non the scream movies are perfect, not even the first one, but it, is one of those cases where if they had just tweaked a few things, then it could have been great throughout not just a film with some great moments.