#not the best for procreating but not the end of the world

[madtomedgar]

I think I'm like. The only person in this fandom who thinks the implied wedding night sex in cql wasn't morally reprehensible, but was incredibly sad and probably a little traumatic.

[lxnarphase]

𓇼 FUCK HER, FLIP HER, BEND HER BACKWARDS !

❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : the church always says sex for pleasure is a sin, and nanami kento is a man of the lord. but fuck, if his wife isn't worth sinning for. wc: 4.3k

❤₊‧⁺...cw : n. kento x fem!reader, religious themes, traditionalist views on sex and marriage, loss of virginity, missionary to mating press, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, nanami loses himself in your pussy, slight cum play, dirty talk

❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : am i unintentionally coping with religious trauma? possibly but it is fun :33 anyways based of this! forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty, it's been a while but enjoy !!

the two of you have spoken about eventually having children many times, but knowing the steps it took...it kept you both pushing it back, knowing eventually you'd both be ready.

after speaking with doctors, asking for advice from the church, and having you grumble about the neighbors who welcomed a cute baby girl, the two of you figured it was time.

you did your best to act normal all dayl, trying not to seem to nervous or too excited as you went about your chores for the day.

it may just be an act to procreate, but...it's still your first time with nanami. you want it to at least feel special.

there was nothing in the bible that went against that, right?

well, you have plenty of time to overthink since it seems that your dear husband will be at work late. to pass the time, you wait upstairs in your shared bedroom, the TV on as a distraction.

you're so stuck in your own world that you don't even notice him in the doorway before he clears his throat, leaning in the doorway. "oh! hi, honey, welcome home!" you go to stand up, but he holds up a hand, making you stop before you can get up from the bed.

it's silent, aside from the noise from the TV, and you can feel your stomach flip in anticipation.

has...has he always looked that handsome?

he continues to stand by the door, still not making eye contact. "you said it...starts today, correct," nanami questions, focused on undoing the straps of his watch. it shouldn't be attractive, it's such a simple task...yet it has your stomach doing flips as you nod.

"mhm, my, uh...ovulation starts today." it's such a weird thing to say, it just makes everything feel so...clinical. but that's how it's supposed to be, right? those who use sex for pleasure instead of procreation are sinners, or whatever the reverend at the church says.

"mm."

slowly pulling it off, he sets the watch on the dresser before shutting the bedroom door

"good."

dear god in heaven, you think to yourself, struggling to swallow the saliva pooling inside your mouth as he starts to undress. please forgive me for such inappropriate thoughts about my husband.

he removes his suit jacket—black today, it seems—placing it carefully on his desk chair, followed by his cufflinks and tie. his shirt is next, each button popping to reveal his strong, well-maintained physique.

you have to stop yourself from pumping your fist in the air for getting so lucky with such an attractive man as your husband. too busy ogling him like a horny teenager, you miss him undoing his belt before tugging them down and stepping out of his boxers.

once you do realize he's fully undress, you blush hard once he approaches the end of the bed—it took everything out of you not to stare at that...monster hanging between his legs, dear lord—and climbs onto it, making his way to hover over you.

his eyes roam up and down your body, taking in the pretty silky night dress you had on. It’s a soft blue with lacy white trim with little intricate flower designs.

modest, yet sensual.

"this is new," he comments, voice low and sultry. you can't help but wonder if he meant to sound so...so...

you don't find the correct word for it, but this new tone lights a fire in your stomach that has your r thighs squeezing together just a little bit.

"well, i figured it was an important night...you know, finally popping our cherries a-and starting a family?"

it's a weak attempt at humor, your voice clearly giving away your nervousness. you just pray that he ignores it.

a soft hum leaves him, his fingers playing with the intricately designed lace trim. the idea that you want to make this whole ordeal special, that you want to give yourself to him wholly, and that you want to swell with his child...

it pleases him greatly, a small smile touching his lips.

"well, aren't you sweet, my dearest?"

such simple words, yet they relieve so much tension from your shoulders. you can't help but smile back before a little gasp falls from your lips when his hands start to lift the dress up. his hands, they're so big, so hot on your skin.

It's a struggle to remember that this is for the purpose of producing offspring and nothing else, but you try, you try so hard.

but when you hear the hitch in his breath at the realization you didn't have anything else underneath the dress after he pulls it over your head, it's hard to remember.

the thought just about completely leaves your mind at the way nanami, your usually put-together husband, looks so hungrily down at you, a look you've never seen before in those pretty hazel eyes.

his gaze lingers on your body for a moment, mouth opening before shutting instantly, preventing himself from saying something he'd likely regret.

calm down, kento, he reminds himself, taking a second to clear his mind. this is for the purpose of family, not sinful and carnal desires.

even so, he's drinking in the sight of you, unable to stop his hands from rubbing up and down your sides, the soft skin of you, his wife, warming his palms. all his.

"gorgeous," he mumbles, unaware he even said it.

the moment you feel his leaking cock brush against your leg, a thought occurs to you.

neither one of you has a single idea of how to do this.

sure, you both know enough about putting it inside and moving, but that was about it. is there something else you should do? things you should say, places you should touch to aid in the process?

they never explained the actual process of sex in church, and lord knows your mother and father would've keeled over and died instantly if you were to ask them.

'it comes naturally when god deems it your time' the reverend stated once during a sermon. you fight back a frown, realizing that man probably had even less of an idea of how to do it.

however, the feeling of his tip nudging against your slit rips a gasp out of you, bringing you back into the present.

"are you alright? you left me for a bit there," nanami asks, his brow furrowed in worry. if you weren't ready, he was willing to back off. he may want to fulfill this important aspect of marriage, but...not if you don't want it.

"n-no, i'm okay! just...wondering how all of this is going to work out," you softly reassure, giving a weak giggle.

he can't blame you, he isn't very sure either. but as the man of the house and as your husband, he didn't plan on letting you worry. he would do all the work, you just needed to lay there looking so pretty, so soft, so...he realizes he's doing it again, letting his mind wander to places it shouldn't.

"just...j-just relax, we will figure it out as we go along."

with your silent nod, nanami starts to push his hips forward, hissing silently when he realizes the wetness that greets him.

you were this aroused just from...talking?

the thought of scolding you for letting your mind wander crossed his own, but...it would be hypocritical when his cockhead is dribbling precum all over your soft mound.

you choke out a noise of pain when his cock finally notches onto you and starts to push inside. sure, your wetness helped get the tip and the few inches after it inside, but just that is already too much for you, and you're expected to take all of it?!

you do your best not to move, not really sure what you should be doing. you'd be a good wife and bear with the pain if you had to, your nails digging into the pillow under your head as you braced yourself for the rest of his cock.

but this is absolutely unbearable, how do other women bear with this and have 6 or more children?!

a flicker of concern flashes through nanami's eyes at the sound you made, and he stops moving forward. he may be a bit mean sometimes, but he wasn't cruel.

if you both are going to go through with this, he is not going to make you suffer and nor is he going to force you to endure a painful experience.

no true man of god would do such a thing.

"breathe, don't hold it in," he instructs, his voice somehow calm and collected. one of his hands laces with yours, hoping to provide some sort of comfort as his lips brush against your forehead. "i've got you, darling, the pain will pass, just...tell me to stop if it gets too bad. don't hold it in."

giving a soft nod, you try to match his breathing, your body relaxing and making it easier for nanami to slip the rest of himself inside, a near silent sigh escaping him. the tightness and initial resistance that greeted him nearly made him moan, his cock twitching violently inside of you.

something about the physical feeling and knowledge that you saved yourself for him like you promised years before you both got married sent a surge of possession and pride, knowing he has such a loving and faithful wife who is so willing to give herself up to him like this...he can only hope you feel the same knowing he saved himself for you and only you.

so, as a 'reward'—and totally not because he fears you'll strangle his cock off with how tight you are—he's so gracious to you, not moving to let you get used to the stretch and feel of him inside, the room silent except for your matching breathing.

a few moments go by, and you should feel embarrassed when you feel slick drip out of you and down your ass. the realization that your dearest husband, one of the most faithful men of the church, is letting his cock soak inside of your hot cunt makes you whine a little, slick walls fluttering around him.

he's so fucked.

"a-ah...i'm going to move now," he warns, taking your sudden noise as a good sign. nanami shifts his legs just a bit before giving an experimental thrust, his brow furrowing as he slowly finds a rhythm.

the feeling of your hot and gummy walls is absolutely intoxicating, divine, nothing he's ever felt before.

this is what it felt like?

this is what he waited for?

fuck, it felt...it felt so good.

too good.

for you, the pain completely melts away, and you silently thank god and the angels above for giving you a merciful husband who is so kind as to wait for you to loosen up around him.

little do you know, he would rather kill himself than start moving when you're still adjusting to the pain and stretch.

his gentle movements make you all but melt under him, your eyes fluttering at the unbelievable pleasure coursing through your veins.

no wonder your parents preached about saving yourself until marriage, and thank the heavens you listened.

the very thought of feeling this way with anyone but your kento puts a bad taste in your mouth.

meanwhile, nanami chants prayers in his head over and over again as he tries his best to focus on the 'true' purpose for this.

the sticky, wet, and gooey sensation of your plump cunt sucking him, practically weeping each time he pulls out is just unfair.

the poor man, he's fighting so hard to maintain his composure, to not succumb to the base instincts that those soft moans of yours are beginning to stir within him.

"s-shush, darling," he grits out, hips still following his slow, deep pace. "don't...don't make such noises," he all but pleads, voice tinged with a huskiness that betrayed his growing need for you.

“i-i’m sorry! just, it...feels good, y-you feel good, feels s-so good,” you whisper, hands coming up to cover your mouth and stifle those sickeningly sweet noises.

but of course, that isn’t enough because each push and pull of his cock stirs your drooling cunt, filling the room with wet, filthy squelching sounds.

nothing about this is holy, nanami thinks as he grits his teeth, hands fisting in the sheets next to your head.

look at her.

those soft, muffled noises are truly music to his ears, his pace morphing from the slow, deep grind into a faster pace as your soft body gives into the pleasure.

so wet, so damn tight around my cock., like she never wants to let me pull out.

"k-kento, y-you're goin' too deep, i-i can't be quiet, s'too much!"

messy little pussy, 's beggin' for cum, needs it, needs to feel my tip kissin' her cervix as i pump load after load into her womb.

he knows what that little voice is, and no matter how much he wants to claim that it’s the sound of demons pouring their sinful words into his mind, he knows that it's his thoughts, fueled by those dirty little noises that she can't hold back.

how pitiful, how sinful, doesn't she know she's going against all the teachings they've heard preached every weekend in their church?

doesn't she know she's giving into lust?

doesn't she know her pretty sounds are making his dick throb, painting her insides with his hot, gooey precum?

"hush, 'm not going to t-tell you again, you...you need to be quiet," he growls, the command lacking its earlier authority.

nanami also knows lying is a sin, and he's doing a damned lot of it right now as he tries to convince himself that you need to stay silent. after all, this—this is just a process of giving you both a child, just like you wanted, and nothing else.

but he's lying to himself.

he needs you to be quiet or else he'll lose it.

the poor man is barely holding onto his restraint, and these sweet noises pouring from your mouth aren't helping at all.

"y-you make this so difficult sometimes, my dear..." his voice is rough with need and desire, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. "but, by god, you're...you're. absolutely. exquisite."

he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his hips into you in a way that has the coarse hair on his crotch to rub against your clit. the pleasure it gives you is electric, your legs coming up to squeeze his hips as you try to grind with him.

his words, his simple praise only makes you hiccup his name, crying out louder as your watery eyes roll back as your needy cunt squeezed down on his fat cock.

you're such a sweet thing, trying oh-so hard to mute your sounds. each snap of his hips is all but driving you insane.

“i-i can’t, ken, y-you don’t understand, i-it feels so good, i-i’m so full! you’re pressing against all the good spots, kentoo, i-i love you s' much, b-but i can't!”

be a good fucking husband and do what you were made to, nanami kento.

his teeth dig into his bottom lip, trying to hard to ignore that temptation purring in the back of his mind.

the voice is so much louder now, echoing throughout his mind and muting any prayers or pleads to be mindful of the sanctity of this whole process.

fuck her. give her what she needs, what she deserves.

but it's too fucking hard, he can't his hips are speeding up, his strong hands moving to grip your thighs, unaware of how they start to anchor behind your knees.

breed your pretty little wife and give her a baby like she deserves.

with a deep groan, nanami finally loses all control, fingers digging into your supple thighs to push them to your chest and practically folding you in half.

this new angle has him openly moaning like a dirty whore, allowing him to plunge even deeper into your tight, gummy walls, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each and every deep thrust.

"k-ken, kenny, k-ken," you sob, tears catching onto your lashes as your entire being is assaulted by the endless pleasure your husband is giving you. he doesn't even look like your kento anymore, his pupils blown so wide that you can barely see the ring of greens and brown of his iris.

"f-fuck. 's all your fault, you know that," he hisses, eyes narrowing as he weakly glares down at you. but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he gives in to the pleasure.

his dark eyes bore down into yours, the wet plap plap plap plap of his hips slamming into yours almost overpowering his voice. "if y-you just stayed quiet like i asked, w-we wouldn't be here."

a little spurt of wet gushes out of you, making his fall forward into the juncture of your neck with a groan at the dirty noise it makes,

"god, i-i can feel it, y'know? can feel this sticky pussy—such a dirty little pussy—makin' such a mess. saved it jus' for me, didn't you, baby? mmhm—fuckin' hell, 's tight—thank you god f' giving me such an angel of a wife." nanami is huffing nonsense against your neck, pounding into you with a force that has the bed creaking loudly.

if you weren't being fucked stupid, you would be worried he was about to break the bed.

"you can keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, b-but you jus' had to have the noisiest little cunt."

he's so mean, but it only serves to make you gush even more, the way juices pour out of you and only make the already filthy noises even nastier.

"she's talkin' to me, baby, y'hear it? i'm...i-i'm gonna breed you," he manages to whine into your ear, pulling away to press his sweaty forehead against yours.

his tongue, so pink and pretty—you want it in your mouth, want to taste it want to feel it against yours—runs over his top lip as he watches drool drip down the corner of your mouth while you nod brainlessly.

nanami's never felt so dirty, so unhinged, but it feels so right, feels so fucking good. he never wants to leave your pussy, never wants to pull out, this is where he belongs, buried deep inside you as his cock pumps load after load right into your tummy, giving you what you need, what you deserve.

"yeah? you want that? i'll give it to you, baby, promise, 'm gonna be a good husband a-and knock you up, gonna make you a mommy."

that has you keening, tears pouring down your cheeks at the pleasure it shoots up your spine. you know you're close, but it's different.

it feels different, feels too much, there's pressure you've never felt before from the few times you'd cave in and play with your puffy, swollen clit in the shower when you waited for nanami to get home from work to kiss you to sleep.

no, you feel like you are about to fucking explode. "ken, i-i can't, 'm gonna—s-something's coming," you try to warn, your hands fisting in his hair as you tug and tug and tug.

the pull of his hair makes him moan like a slut, it sounds so fucking good. his eyes are rolling back before he rushes to comfort you, pressing soft little open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

you don't need to fight it, you just need to give it to him, give him what he needs.

"shh, shh, don' cry, y' look t'pretty, honey. l-let it happen, cum for me, i've got you, angel, cum for me s-so i can fill you up," he coos, his hips growing erratic as he feels your silky walls starting to fluttering around him, feeling you teeter on the edge of release.

he shifts, just barely, just enough to better position himself to fuck deeper into you. but that slight movement has his cock smushing against something soft and spongy that makes you sob, growing softer and more pliant under him, and you know you are done for as all you can do is wail his name.

"please, pretty girl, cum for me, show me how good 'm making you feel, soak my cock, c'mon, you can do it."

with a loud mewl that nearly has nanami soaking your walls in cum, you dig your nails into his biceps as you finally, finally cum. and you're right, it is different, your cute pussy squirting and creaming all over his dick.

the poor man is choking back a whine, eyes wide in shock as your cunt just gushes slick everywhere, clenching around him like a vice as you cum.

your juices are soaking his cock and balls, splattering against his lower abdomen obscenely. the thought of making you do that again crosses his mind for a split moment before the need to fill you up for being so good overpowers any other thought.

not giving you a break, he continues his unforgiving fucking, ignoring your cries and pleads for him to slow down.

"nonono, shh, shh, shush, you can take it," he coos against your lips, no longer caring if this was sinning or not. all he could think about was the constant squeezing and spasming of your poor overstimulated slit that was milking him toward his orgasm.

you try to squirm away, but the way he has you folded in half has you unable to do anything but accept his stupidly deep thrusts that make you swear you can taste his cock in the back of your throat.

"t-tha's it." he's panting, slurring his words, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. it’s so wet, so messy now, but he can't find it in himself to care.

no, all he can think about as he looks down at you is how you'll have that angelic glow as you grow round with his baby, and everyone will know you're his, that he knocked you up, he pumped you full of his cum, that you're his you're his you're all fucking his—

"f-fuck, honey, i-i can't..." his hips stutter as he does his best to maintain his rhythm, but his own release is barreling down on him. his heavy balls are drawing up tight as they slap against your ass, your juices still pouring out and soaking all of him.

"'m gonna fill you up, 'm gonna pump this—this sinful little cunt f-full of m'cum, angel, gonna knock you up, gonna have you drippin' with me, g-gonna give you a fuckin' baby, shit—"

with a deep, guttural groan, nanami hisses your name as he buries himself as deep as possible, his hot tip kissing your cervix as thick, hot ropes of his potent cum pour right into your womb, hips grinding into you and giving little thrusts as you milk his cock weakly despite your overstimulation.

it's—it's so much, he's still cumming, how was all of this inside of him? you can practically feel it sloshing around inside of you, and you whimper when you feel it gush out around his now softening cock, dripping down your ass onto the bed.

a moment or two passes, and he sits up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face and looking down at you.

oh.

you sweet thing, you're an absolute mess. you have tear streaks down your cheeks, your lips swollen from him unknowingly biting them between the little kisses he was giving you, a pretty sheen of sweat on you, and...

his eyes trail lower to where his dick is still nestled inside of you, and it takes everything in him to not accidentally thrust his hips a little bit.

it's a creamy, sticky mess, a mixture of his and your cum seeping out your poor, abused pussy.

"o-oh. sorry, my love. i'm...not quiet sure what happened there. i apologize for such...foul language," he mumurs, his hand stroking your hip. "'s okay," you softly coo back to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you try to catch your breath. "i-i liked it..."

but you quickly learn you've married both a man of god and a curious, insatiable bastard who can't help but drag his cum all over your pussy, quickly finding your clit. and the reaction you give him is one he decides he likes, your hips canting up as your soft, oversensitive walls squeeze around his cock again.

"k-kento, that's nasty!"

all you get in response is a grumbling noise in his chest as it takes you weakly slapping your hands against his chest to get his eyes to snap away from your gooey, creamy pussy.

clearing his throat, he looks down at you, that heated look slowly creeping back onto his face. "perhaps we...we should try once more. just to ensure it takes," he states, doing his best to show some semblance of dominance.

but it's impossible when his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, his pupils blown as he gazes down at your panting form like he's about to devour you whole.

"after all, a...a big family is what god wants from man and woman, right? so we...shouldn't delay and keep trying." his hand trails up your side before finding its way to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh.

his thumb experimentally rolled your nipple, and the way your body reacted, a soft gasp of his name...how is he supposed to explain the feeling he's getting in the confessional booth?

"y-yeah," he gulps, leaning his head down. you can feel his hot breath against your tit, and you swear you feel drool drip onto your breast. "w-we'll keep trying. jus' to make sure w-we do what the scripture asks."

may god forgive him for being such a fucking liar and a damned bad one at that.

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader

Summary: Date nights are hard to come by lately, which is why you try to make the moment last a little longer.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Smut, Vaginal Sex, Car Sex, Creampie

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You blast some of your favorite songs, loudly singing along as Zayne drives back home. His hand rests on your thigh, smiling as he hears your voice. You’re tone deaf, but it’s the sweetest melody he’s ever heard. His ears do need a break after a couple of minutes, he won’t lie, that’s why he sneakily turns the radio up. It’s a good thing you don’t notice.

Zayne chuckles, stealing a couple of glances at you whenever he gets the chance. It’s fair to say that date night was successful. After months of not getting time alone with you, he finally got a couple of hours with you. Complete peace and quiet. No kids.

“You surely love this song, huh?” Zayne comments as you sing your heart out. There’s no answer, but he doesn’t need one. You replay the song, singing even louder than before and Zayne laughs yet again. No matter how many years pass by, things still feel the same. The spark is still there, and it always will be.

“Thank you for tonight.” You end up turning down the radio, planning to enjoy the last few moments with your husband before getting home. Once you enter the door to your house, you’re mom and dad again. 

“I should say that to you.” He responds, squeezing your thigh. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“It was so good, we should go there again!” You answer with the brightest smile on your face. He cherishes it, never getting tired of the sight. There’s many days that only the thought of your smile is what keeps him going.

“We’ll go back soon, we’ll just have to convince my parents to babysit again.” Zayne replies, and you hum in response. It’s such a shame that your date is over so soon because he had so much more in mind. Sadly, if he wants his parents to babysit again, it’s in his best interest to get home now. 

“Hopefully the damage tonight wasn’t too bad.” You comment before following up with, “I don’t know where they get their behavior from. You’ve always been so calm and–”

“And I didn’t procreate alone.” He cuts you off, earning a glare from you.

“Are you saying they get their hectic behavior from me?” You dramatically gasp, and while it’s the perfect time to pull on his ear and playfully scold him, you don’t want to distract him while he drives.

“I’m just pointing out they don’t get it from me.” He says, and you click your tongue. 

“I was a very calm child, for your information.” You argue, though it isn’t easy for him to buy. They had to get it from someone. “Maybe genetics skipped a generation.”

“Perhaps.” He answers, deciding not to play it cold. Yes, it’s best to be safe right now. “No point in finding the source. They’re still lovely.”

“Lovely is one way to put it. But you’re right, no point in finding the source because it’s not like we can send them back.” You joke, earning a laugh from the man. Zayne wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, even if the hospital seems like a place of rest nowadays.

“Next date we should go to a movie. I know there’s one in theaters you’d love!” You change the topic as you near home. He asks a couple more questions about it, before you finally get home.

You sit in silence for a minute, not ready for the date to be over just yet. It’s late, the kids are surely sleeping, but the ambiance changes the moment you step inside. The date will be over, and while you had fun, it was too quick. You wish you had the chance to do something more… Something else.

You exchange a look, smiling to comfort each other. You don’t have to say anything else.

“Gimme a kiss.” You tell him, leaning in. Zayne meets you halfway, pecking your lips. You cup his face, kissing him with the passion you expected. Zayne kisses you back with the same passion. 

This is why Zayne’s kiss was quick– He knew that you’d quickly lose control if he had given you more. What happens if a neighbor walks by and sees as you get on top of Zayne? Or as you recline Zayne’s seat to make this more comfortable? 

“We have a bed inside.” He reminds you as you kiss his neck, fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers trail up your thighs, going under your dress, contradicting his own words. 

“Just five minutes.” You mutter as you unbuckle his belt.

“Five minutes?” He almost sounds offended, but the hurt quickly fades when you begin to grind on him. Yeah, five minutes is more than enough. Zayne pulls your dress up, hands caressing your upper thigh. 

“I should leave you high and dry for telling me we have a bed.” You chuckle before your lips land on his again. Zayne’s hand pushes your panties to the side, fingers running through your folds.

“You wouldn’t stand it.” He tells you when you pull away, noting just how wet you are. So wet from nothing… Or maybe you’ve been thinking about him for a while.

“Yeah, just put it in.” You cover his mouth, hiding the smile that’s surely on his face at this point. He runs the tip through your folds, slowly pushing himself inside you. A breathy moan leaves your lips, feeling as Zayne’s cock fills you up. 

“Zayne–” You moan, slowly moving on his cock. You’re doing all the work, a task that’ll tire you out quickly. You take your hand off his mouth, holding onto his shoulders as you move back and forth.

“Don’t be too loud. Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He instructs you, hand going down to play with your clit. Eyes watch your every move. Watching as your face contorts with pleasure with every movement, your mouth agape as you moan.

Zayne bites down his lip, knowing that your moans are more than enough to draw attention to yourself. He likes to take precaution, even if it’s too late for anyone to walk by. Zayne takes control, setting a pace much faster than the one you had. 

“It’s too much, Zayne.” You breathlessly say, feeling as your orgasm slowly builds up and consumes you. He just knows you’re making a mess all over him– He’ll have to go upstairs quickly and ashamed, but right now he’s too lost in the moment to care.

“You’re doing a good job, baby. You can take it.” He assures you, thrusts slowly picking up more speed. “Nice job, love.”

He kisses you again, drowning out the loud moans that are followed by your orgasm. You bite down his lip, overwhelmed by the feeling. 

Zayne slowly loses that control he overtook. His thrusts slowly get sloppy while his breath gets caught up in his chest. It slowly becomes too much for him to handle. You feel so perfect around  him, it’s hard for him to keep his composure.

You swear you hear a curse underneath his breath as he empties himself inside of you. You’re both panting, looking into each other's eyes. You’re still for minutes on end, unwilling to go back inside just yet.

When Zayne finally pulls out, he quickly fixes your panties, not wanting the mess to drip down all over him. You help him fix himself, slowly buttoning his shirt, stealing a couple of kisses with every other button.

“You’ve been taking your birth control, right?” He asks, and you hum in response. He kisses your forehead before opening the door. “Time to face my parents.”

“You got that covered, right?” You smile, kissing the tip of his nose before getting out of the car. Before he can answer, you’re walking away. Zayne clicks his tongue before chuckling. At least date night was successful.

[eddiesxangel]

Be Quiet Darling | Eric x Reader

Cw: aqpdo, porn with an end of the world plot. Oral (m receiving), p in v, use of breeding, no use of pronouns for reader but reader has breasts and a vagina.

Wc: 2k

The city loomed in darkness; its once vibrant streets were now shrouded in an oppressive shade of gray. Following the invasion of New York City, layers of ash and soot blanketed every surface. Despite the efforts of millions to escape, a few thousand souls remained trapped within its confines.

You were among the few thousand who were not so lucky to be stranded in the city, hiding underground in the basements and parking garages.

The bunker was the only place you could call home. It was a sealed-off parking garage located on the lower levels of a towering skyscraper. Months had passed since you had seen the light of day, and the absence of natural light had become the new normal. Quietness enveloped the bunker, and you longed for the sounds of the outside world. Anything but the rumbles of the military battling those creatures. Those aliens who had ultrasonic hearing could still hear you even though you were deep in the ground.

Even if you couldn't speak, you bonded with the people around you, mainly the law student you met named Eric. He had made an impression on you. An ever-growing crush was forming, and you didn’t know how to deal with it. The world was ending, but Eric was in your mind twenty-four-seven. You wanted to be near him; you longed to hear his voice; you wanted him to hold you and tell you everything would work out, that you’d escape this place and live happily ever after with the white picket fence.

Only in your fantasy would that happen, but it was nice to hold onto that dream as you learned the military was on its way to the last remaining survivors. They radioed the bunker to say it wouldn’t be easy, and you may die as the death angels were waiting and hunting still. There were thousands of them in New York State; even up north near the Canadian border was invaded.

The plan was to move everyone at dawn; it was going smoothly, and you and Eric stuck together throughout the march. Holding hands as you silently made your way through the rubbled streets that once held so much life, then the worst happened. Someone sneezed, and they were on you in an instant. Eric pulled you, and you ran with him. Neither of you knew where you were going; the subway was your best bet. You found a staircase that wasn’t barricaded and stumbled your way down as quietly as possible.

It must have been hours. You and Eric were hiding in an isle of an abandoned shop, munching on a bag of cookies that hadn’t been broken. Half an hour ago, you heard the sirens warning you to stay put. It sounded awful in the streets above. The sounds of guns and bombs, the shrieks of the creatures, echoed through the underground tunnels.

You mouthed, “I’m scared,” tears breaching your lash lines.

Eric nods, and you can see his eyes are wet before he reaches over and cups your head into the crook of his neck. You both silently cry before you lift your head and do the unthinkable at a time like this. You kiss him.

Surprisingly, Eric kisses you back, but you’ll take anything from him that he will give.

The moment your lips touched, you felt his weight sink into you, like he wanted this just as badly as you did. You desperately wanted Eric to hold you, tell you everything would be okay, and protect you from the abovementioned monsters.

Your hands found his waistband and tugged on the belt loops to pull you in closer. You knew it would be so stupid to do anything else; you could die in an instant, but your primal need to procreate and survive was taking over.

His hands grabbed your waist as he pulled you closer to him as well, so close you could feel how hard his cock had gotten. You both have wanted this for so long, but you dare not utter a sound as the passion grew stronger.

Your hands bravely went lower, and Eric pulled away, looking at you with those eyes that make your heart race. He bobbed slowly to confirm this was okay, and you slowly pulled the zip to make as little noise as possible.

Eric’s chest fell up and down with each breath of anticipation as he watched you so close to where he wanted you to touch him the most. Through all of this madness, he had fallen deep and had for you and yearned for your affection. All he wanted was to hold you, for you to tell him that it would be okay, that you both would survive this and live happily ever after.

You fold down his dress pants and hold back a giggle when you see his cowboy boxers. He rolls his eyes in embarrassment; of course, these were the only other pair of underwear he could find this morning. However, that didn’t deter you from kissing him deeply. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongue slip past his plush pink lips as your hand ran the outline of his cock through his corny boxers. His endearing ways made you want him much more now that you’re alone, hiding from what was above.

Eric wanted to let out a moan so badly when your fingertip grazed the head of his cock through the thin cotton. He was already leaking so much precum there was a little wet patch that had formed. You circled it with your thumb before you slipped your hand under the waistband and pulled it out.

The lighting in the small store was dim, but your eyes had adjusted so you could see what you were working with. You smiled to yourself as you observed the thick shaft in your hands. Your pussy clenched around nothing as visions of him stretching you out flooded your thoughts.

“So big,” you mouthed, and Eric bashfully looked down, shaking his head. You hooked your index finger under his chin for him to look at you again, and you nodded yes while biting your lip.

You don’t break eye contact as you sink down to take him in your mouth.

The moment your hot, wet tongue touches his head with a kitten lick, he has his fist in his mouth to stifle the noise he was about to make. You would have begged him to hear those moans in any other situation, but you’ll now yearn in silence.

You want to praise him, tell him how good he was for being so quiet, and tell him how strong and handsome he is.

Eric ran his hand over the top of your head, gripping your hair l, surprising you a little. Your soft sweet teddy bear of a man taking a little bit of charge on how you sucked his cock was so hot. He only puts a little pressure on your head to take him further and releases the tension when you take him the furthest you can. The velvety walls of his shaft guided against your tongue so smoothly that you loved feeling him in your mouth. You couldn’t wait for him to split open your pussy.

A small gasp escaped his throat that sounded like a “fuck,” but you stopped and froze in place to make sure that nothing heard it.

You looked at him through your lashes, and he mouthed a “sorry.”

You pulled up off him, and he thought he had ruined it, thought you no bother trusted him to continue, but when he saw you were unbuttoning your jeans and lifting up your top, he relaxed his tense shoulders.

“Please,” you mouthed, as sores your legs wide for him to come between. You wanted to feel him inside of you, and you didn’t know how much longer you had.

Eric nodded his head percussively as he crawled towards you, and you lay down, resting your head on an unopened cardboard box.

You hold in a moan as Eric kisses your exposed body. He started at your lips and worked his way down your neck, to your shoulders, to your breasts, staying as he paid close attention to each nipple. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes as he sucked and flicked your sensitive buds. Your pussy grew wetter by the seconds as he kissed your tummy and stopped right above the tufts of hair that led to your needy pussy. You wanted nothing more than to have him go down on you, but your need to be filled was stronger.

You shake your head before he can move an inch closer, and he looks at you in confusion. Eric knows he gives amazing head. He wants to feel you cuming on his tongue for him, to taste him, but when he sees your plead for him to fuck you, he can’t say no.

You watch as Eric nods and aligns his cock yo to your entrance. You watch his face as he slowly sinks into you, your pussy aiming him in so tight that he lets his mouth fall open but doesn’t dare let out a sound as you kiss him. With an elbow propped up beside your head, he takes your face in the other as he ungulates his hips to thirst up into you with such precision.

The way he slowly rolled his hips so that he couldn’t make a sound made you want to cry out. It felt so good. You haven’t felt good in weeks. You slowly leaked a few tears as it was all so much to handle. You break as you hold back a sniffle, and Eric kisses your tears away; he coos you silently, whispering so lowly that he’s got you, that you’re doing so well for him, how you’re taking his cock so good.

You wanted to beg him to fill you with his cum, that you’ll be so good for him, that you love him, that he’s all you have left in this world. You want to be his so severely that it hurts. Even now, as his hips roll into yours, as his cock is hitting that spot deep up inside you, you want to scream that you want him to mark you, claim you, breed you.

But you can’t. All you can do is kiss him and pull him in closer; your feet wrap around him, making his thrusts sharper as your pussy clamps down on his thick hard cock that is making you see stars.

Your wet pussy threatens to echo throughout the tunnels of the subway, but Eric slows down and reaches down between you to circle your clit. You let in a sharp breath as he massages your swollen bud. You’re so close you can feel it. You stare at him, not daring to look away to break you into reality.

Right now, it was you and him. Nothing else mattered. You both needed this to feel something other than fright and loneliness.

As you unfold for him, you and Eric stare into one another’s eyes. A silent scream of pleasure doesn’t dare leave your throat, but you let your jaw fall open and arch up into your orgasm. Eric wants to tell you so badly that you did so good for him that your pussy feels so delicious as you cum on his cock. The way you clamp down on him has his head spinning as well, your hot spend coating his cock, making your wet walls all that much warmer, tighter and wetter for him. He can’t help but release himself deep inside of you.

With heavy breath, you both lay there in silence, unable to say anything, but you both know that it was good, great, fantastic sex. Eric kisses you again for confirmation, and you gladly roll your hips into his softening cock before he pulls out.

What could be between the two of you with words could be amazing, but for now, this is what you have to survive.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

What about Coryo and childhood friend reader who are very close and spend all their time together. They gossip about a classmate getting rumorly pregnant and the conversation turn into sex and they talk about experiences (lack of) and end up doing stuff and learning together about pleasure. I’m a sucker for virgin reader and coryo smut

Request: Virgin coriolanus and reader touching each other in secret

Request: young snow with prompt 2 ehehe ‘’No one needs to know.’’

Warnings: 18+, smut, ooc!Coriolanus, virgin!Coryo, virgin!reader, mutual masturbation, p + v (just the tip), let me know if I missed some

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‘’Some people should not be allowed to procreate. The world does not need more superior thinking brats like Arachne Crane,’’ Coriolanus said concerning the rumors about your classmate’s alleged pregnancy. 

It wasn’t a very nice thing to say, but you had to agree with him. 

‘’Who do you think is the unlucky father?’’ you asked, getting deeper into the gossips instead of focussing on the subject you were studying. ‘’Festus?’’

Coriolanus shrugged, taking a pen and scribbling down some notes. ‘’I don’t know. Probably. I doubt it’s true, though. Because if it were, Arachne’s dad would arrange a marriage to cover up the pregnancy. Can’t have his darling daughter pregnant with a bastard.’’ 

The conversation died down and you both went back to your textbooks. Exams were in a few weeks, and you needed good grades to get into university. You also promised Coriolanus to help him and make quiz cards. If he doesn't get the best grades, the Plint prize will go to another student and he won’t be able to attend university with you. 

‘’Have you ever…?‘’ you asked in the quiet of the bedroom, curiosity hanging in the air. 

Your question had him confused at first, but it clicked and he shook his head. ‘’No.’’ Coriolanus cleared his throat, uncomfortable to dive into a private subject. ‘’I mean, I have…you know. Myself,’’ he corrected, always honest with you. ‘’Just, not…with someone. Have you?’’

By your parents’ request, you were preserving yourself for marriage. You never understood why they insisted on you being pure or how it was any of their business, but you respected their request.  

You shook your head. ‘’No.’’ Grabbing a piece of paper, you searched for your pen, which seemed to have gone missing on Coriolanus’ bed. ‘’Do you have a pen I can borrow? I’m gonna get started with the flashcards.’’

He grabbed a spare one from his desk and handed it to you. ‘’Why did you want to know?’’ 

‘’Just curious.’’ 

You began writing down some questions, your pen gliding over the flashcards. 

It wasn’t until your pile of flashcards tipped on the side and fell on the bed that you realized how many you had made. You chuckled at the little mishap, and the sound of your laughter caught Coriolanus' attention.

‘’Wow. How many are there?’’ he asked, looking over at the scattered flashcards.

You shrugged, gathering the flashcards into a neat pile. ‘’Lost count. Are you ready to be quizzed?’’ 

He closed his textbooks and joined you on the bed, sitting criss-cross. There was a nervous look on his face, but you reassured him. 

‘’Don't worry, you've got this, Coryo.’’ You gave him an encouraging smile. ‘’If you get ten right…I’ll reward you with a kiss.’’ It was meant as a joke, but Coriolanus didn't get it.

‘’A kiss?’’ the blond repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He expected a cookie or a strawberry, not a kiss. 

‘’Unless you don’t want me to kiss you—’’ 

‘’I didn’t say that!’’ 

The sun started to go down when you made it through half the flashcards. As expected, Coriolanus did a great performance. He was always on top of his subjects, focussing on his academics instead of social life. All his hard work was paying off. 

It also meant that you owed him a kiss. 

Biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt shy. Why did you make that deal?

‘’You do remember we were each other’s first kiss, do you?’’ Coriolanus reminded, sensing your hesitation. 

Although it happened three years ago, the image was vivid in your mind. It was your fourteenth birthday. You asked him to kiss you as a birthday present so you wouldn’t have to lie to the girls at the academy when they asked if you had kissed anyone yet. Any other boy would have laughed, but Coriolanus just nodded and pressed his lips on yours. 

You took a steady breath, telling yourself you had to honor your promises, and leaned over the space between you to kiss him. You counted to five, then pulled back slightly. Coriolanus opened his eyes, their ocean blue hue appearing brighter from up close. They were so beautiful — he was so beautiful.

Before you could break your staring, Coriolanus cupped the side of your face and drew you back in for another kiss. You kissed him back by instinct, but you were confused. Was he not satisfied by your kiss? Maybe you should have counted to ten instead of five? 

The delicate brush of his thumb against your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts, luring you into a bubble of warmth and tenderness. His lips were soft against yours, and the faint scent of roses enveloped you. He always smelled of roses. 

His hand settled at the small of your back, pulling you closer across the bed. You let him guide you, pawing at the front of his button up to hold yourself up at his height. A soft gasp left your lips when Coriolanus slipped his tongue to deepen the kiss, a rush of emotions flooding through you. You tangled your hands in his hair, letting your pulsions lead until you were both breathless.

‘’What are we doing?’’ you asked quietly, almost a whisper. 

You were delving into uncharted territories, taking untraveled roads of your friendship without knowing where they would lead you. 

Coriolanus didn’t respond, not knowing what to say. 

Your fingers brushed his curls from his eyes as his nose brushed yours, eager to get his lips on yours again. He glanced at you, searching your eyes for some guidance, but you were just as lost as him. 

‘’I want to kiss you again,’’ Coriolanus confessed, the hand on your back moving to your hip. ‘’I want… I want you.’’

Have me, you wanted to tell him. Take all of me, but a small voice at the back of your head reminded you of the promise you made to your parents. 

‘’If you don’t put it in, you’re still gonna be a virgin,’’ he said, as if he had read your mind. 

Coriolanus used his desk chair to block the door, ensuring no one would come in. Tigris was out and Grandma'am was tending to her flowers, but he didn't want to risk it. You felt also more comfortable with the door blocked and his makeshift curtain slightly closed. The Snow penthouse was so high, it was impossible to see inside from another building.

You began taking off your clothes in a comfortable silence, your dark pink dress joining Coriolanus’ button up and trousers on the floor. Left in your undergarments, you sat on the bed facing each other. You bit your bottom lip as you averted your eyes from your friend’s half naked body, uncertain if you should be looking. 

Holding your breath, you reached back and undid your bra while Coriolanus removed his white boxers. It wasn’t as nerve-wracking if you both undressed at the same time. You felt your face flush as your eyes lowered to his cock, seeing it soft and resting against his thigh. There was light blond hair at the base, which matched the hair on his head.  

Coriolanus’s cock twitched as he glanced at your chest. Your breasts were full enough to not be considered small and your nipples were perfectly peaked. You were the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on. 

Not giving yourself time to feel shy, you followed suit by taking your last layer off, lifting your hips to pull it down. There wasn’t much room to move around so Coriolanus helped you get your panties down the rest of your legs, and dropped them on the bed. 

‘’Thanks.’’

You fought the reflex to clamp your legs shut the way a lady should, and instead parted them, revealing your glistening core. From this position, your labias were parted like a flower, completely exposed to your best friend's eyes. 

You dipped between your folds to collect moisture and started rubbing your clit with the tip of your thumb. 

Coriolanus scooted closer to you, and effortlessly gripped his hand around his cock to stroke it nice and slow while he watched you. He followed your pace, leaned his head back when he swiped his thumb over the leaky red tip, and tried not to make any sound. 

You looked over at Coriolanus, and your core clenched. Now you understood what Clemensia was talking about in the girls locker rooms. Without stopping your motions on your clit, you brought two fingers and slowly slipped them inside of you, making you gasp. You usually started with one, but you needed something bigger that you didn't want to admit out loud. 

Closing your eyes, you let your imagination run free, imagining Coriolanus' cock inside you, filling you up. ‘’Ah, Coryo,’’ you slipped, letting go of your clit to grope one of your breasts and pull on your taut nipple. 

Coriolanus couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his lips when he heard you moan his name. He picked up speed as he stared at you, the springs on his mattress creaking underneath. This is why he always did this in the shower. 

When you opened your eyes, you pulled out your fingers andrested your hand on Coriolanus' knee. ‘’Can I try?’’ 

The room hung in a momentary silence, the weight of your question settling between you and Coriolanus. His usually composed demeanor faltered, and he was momentarily lost for words, caught off guard by the words that left your mouth. 

‘’I-if you want to.’’ He removed his hand from his cock and followed with his gaze as your hand bravely traveled up his thigh. 

Gently, you wrapped your hand around him. It was heavier than you thought, and warm. You began moving your hand up and down, but it wasn’t slippery enough for your liking so you dipped your fingers between your folds to collect some of your arousal to lubricate your strokes. 

‘’That’s better,’’ you said to yourself. 

Coriolanus wanted to kiss you. That was hot. 

Not wanting you to be neglected, he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer, draping your legs over his so he could play with your clit and breasts. Lewd noises filled the room, coming from both of your mouths. It was a blessing Grandma’am had hearing troubles because the walls at the penthouse were thin. 

As you began to work towards your climax, you directed Coriolanus’ cock toward your pussy and pressed his tip against your folds. If you don’t put it in, you’re still gonna be a virgin, he had said. The pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. 

Sensing what you were trying to do, Coriolanus got a better idea. He moved your hands away and rubbed his tip against your puffy clit. The tingling sensation began to overwhelm you, bringing tears to your eyes while he continued to stroke your folds and clit with his cock. 

‘’Ahh! Yes, Coryo— That feels so good!’’ 

The both of you were making a choir of beautiful whines and moans as you could feel your release approaching quickly. You came with a cry when you felt his tip pushing through without getting in fully, quivering against him.  

Coriolanus couldn't look away from your core, overwhelmed by how warm and wet you felt around him. He continued to rub himself against you until white strings dribbled out of the head of his cock, painting your pussy with a beautiful mess. 

‘’That was…’’ you panted out, looking down at yourself. ‘’No one needs to know, right?’’

‘’No one needs to know,’’ he confirmed.

''Should we get back to the flashcards?''

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[starkenobi]

Friday Night | Natasha Romanoff x reader

masterlist — read on ao3

Summary: On a terrible friday night, reader meets her hero Natasha Romanoff, the Avenger Black Widow.

Warnings: mutant!reader; harassment; strangers to possibly lovers; fluff; drabble.

Being a woman was hard. Being a mutant woman was even harder. That’s it. She woke up every day with that thought and went to bed feeling the weight on her shoulders. You see, society has never been fair to the female sex. Born of man’s rib? A value less than a cow? Born to just serve and give everything the man wants? Slaves even before being conceived in the womb of some other poor woman. Serving only to be wives and to procreate the children. 

If you dare do anything out of line? Burn the witch. Taboos and all the negativity of the world being forced into anything related to women and the feminine. It is ironic to think that there is a country where a cow has more security and rights than a woman. And in the end, it’s always the woman’s fault. Anything. From ancient times to the present. They just found different ways to burn witches. But when it came to mutant women… Things could be even worse if that were possible. 

Humans could be a complete piece of shit in their ignorance, but men were able to overcome all the bad expectations. Her brother once told that when she was born, their mother cried when the doctor said the baby was a girl. “My poor baby”, it was the phrase most used by her mother. And she couldn’t blame her mother for feeling that way. At least she was lucky to have an older brother to protect her when her parents couldn’t. 

However, she was an adult now, and she needed to protect herself on her own. Living in a big and different city resulted in long self-defense training and sometimes hiding that she was mutant with hybrid feline characteristics by wearing hats and loose clothing. Was she completely happy? Hell no. 

At least she was working in one of the best-mixed companies, having friends and acquaintances who liked her for who she was. No taboos. No weird moments. No embarrassing questions. Perhaps because she worked in the advertising and marketing field, but deep inside she knew that it was something beyond the item of being open-minded to work. They were good people, indeed.

That's why she felt safe enough to go out with them without fear, she didn’t hide with hats or loose clothes. Even though having two more mutants in the group, she was the only female one, still, she could feel completely comfortable amid the smiles and laughter of the other 8 humans. It was the closest she had to the sense of belonging, almost home.

“Daydreaming again as I notice,” a sweet singsong voice sounded behind her shoulder, pulling her out of her little monologue and making her turn to face Sunmi - the art director and her best friend there.“but it’s time to go!”

“Already?” frowning, she glanced at her wristwatch and sighed in dismay as she realized that it was past 7 pm.

Sunmi quipped a brief ‘yep’ at the same time that was hurrying her to put things in the bag. “I was finishing my part of that project, and I knew you’d be here too.” The two of them walked to the elevator, sighing in relief as they rushed into it. “Besides, the guys are already there waiting for us."

Using the reflection of the mirror covering one of the elevator’s walls, Y/N ran her fingers through her hair strands to leave them for a more casual look. The strands contrasting with the pair of white, furry feline ears on top of her head. It was no sin to consider herself beautiful, and she was proud to be who she was. And giving a small smile towards Sunmi through the mirror, Y/N spun on her heels to go out in the night in search of some fun.

Maybe, just maybe, things could be a little nicer. A great friday night with her friends, a time to relax and have fun. But of course not, not when she was in the equation. And that’s why, after two hours at the bar for humans and mutants, she was in an unbearable situation. Her enthusiasm had evaporated, she felt completely trapped. 

For a moment, she thought of asking for help from her two friends who were also mutant, but they had both said goodbye and gone home early. To make matters worse, she left her bag with her phone and the pepper spray on the table where the rest of the group were still having fun. 

She just went to the bathroom, didn’t realize that something so extreme could happen, but now she cursed under her breath for being so naive. With each new punch at the door of the ladies’ bathroom, she trembled even more into the last cabin, squeezing herself against the wall. Her fluffy white ears clung to the top of her head, practically hiding through her now messy hair. She could barely breathe, her chest heavy as her heart was pounding.

She was scared.

The door then opened in a heavy thud, the music of the bar that before was muffled now took care of the environment and incapacitating her of being able to hear the footsteps of the two men in the midst of fear. Hot tears streamed down her cold cheeks, her tail wrapped around her waist in an attempt to try to control her body shaking. 

If they were so persistent in getting her, it would be a fact that everything would fall apart in her life that night. At that moment, she wished she had not been born a mutant. Or rather, not being born a woman. When the cabin door before hers opened with force, she let out a faint cry of horror. 

And then everything seemed to go faster, the cabin door breaking as a pair of hands came toward her. She screamed with all the air she had, feeling her throat ache from the force she was using. Unable to distinguish what the two men were saying, she felt herself being pulled and then thrown against the bathroom floor, a whimper of pain escaped her trembling lips as she shrunk even further down the floor and closed her eyes tightly.

“What the hell is going on here?“

A booming voice exclaimed, making her open her eyes again just in time to see an angry redhead woman staring at the two men who were attacking her. Once again, everything happened too fast for her frightened eyes. In a moment, the two men decided to attack the lady, but then they both fell unconscious on the ground. The redhead woman stepped over the other two to go where she still was on the floor.

“Are you okay?” she murmured worriedly, crouching down beside her and searching her eyes, not sure she could speak, she just nodded and the other woman sighed in relief. “Great, good thing I decided it was toilet time and I heard you scream.“ Slowly, she grabbed her by the elbows and helped her to rise from the floor, “My name’s Natasha, by the way.”

“Y/N.'' After clearing her throat, she whispered, her eyes focused on her feet.

Natasha smiled as she let go of one of her elbows so she could help her out of the bathroom, “I know now is the last moment you want to hear this but,” walking down the hall of the restrooms and finally arriving at the bar, Natasha helped Y/N to sit down and with a quick hand motion asked for a water - which Y/N didn’t think twice to accept. “You are a very beautiful person.”

Beautiful person. She stopped drinking the water and looked up to meet Natasha’s green eyes. She called her a person, not a mutant or a feline hybrid. A simple word but that made her heart flip.

“Thank you,” she murmured, closing her eyes briefly so she could take a deep breath and try to control both the breathing and the rest of her body.

“Whenever you need it,” Natasha quickly responded, but then cringed as she processed her own words, “this wasn’t exactly a flirt unless you accepted it as one, but it was just a way of-,”

She giggled, finishing the water and finally relaxing to the point where her white ears re-emerged quietly through her messy hair. “It’s alright.”

With the positive response, Natasha grabbed one of the napkins on the bar counter and quickly picked up the bartender’s pen, writing roughly before holding out the paper in Y/N's direction. “This is my number. Call me if you need a hero, eat pizza or grab a beer.”

“Oh, you have three part-time jobs, miss Black Widow?“ Arching an eyebrow, Y/N chuckled at the sight of Natasha's smile turning into a confused expression.

“You got me here,“ She laughed, pointing her forefinger toward Y/N and then retorting “bad kitten.”

Ok, maybe things could really be a little nicer after all.

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[hoe-days]

more husband and/or dad!senku hcs plsplsplspls i yearn for him everyday 💔💔💔💔💔

Same same. Also a quick PSA, most of my posts are set in canon once the world is revitalized. Unless it’s Xeno/Stan I like making them modern

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Once society is back on track Senku and S/O can finally relax a bit. Taiju and Yuzuriha are married and it leaves a lingering question in the air of Senku’s relationship. He knows bis S/O probably wants to get married, but he’s unsure about himself. Things are great how they are. S/O never pushes him on it though which he’s thankful for.

Funny enough, when he finally decides he wants to marry his S/O is when he just straight up asks them. After a long day they go to their favorite spot, a grassy opening where you can see the stars perfectly. He and S/O were sitting there talking about how the stars and constellations have shifted in the thousands of years they were stone. That’s when he asks.

“Do you wanna get married?”

“Huh?”

He sighs and chuckles, rubbing his forehead.

“I just- I don’t know. I remember you used to talk about it a lot in your ‘life plan’ when we were in highschool. Is it…still in your life plan..?”

“I suppose so. But I don’t care now, as long as we’re together.”

And something about the way they said that and the they looked at him under the moonlight solidified it for him.

So they get married! You can decide how that goes. He even made the rings himself. He used the last bit of platinum he had from Byakuya. Normally he wouldn’t have, but that small sentimental part of him won that day.

But afterwards, Senku and S/O take a little vacation. They had to be forced to, but they did!

Not much about Senku changes really. He’s still the same, maybe a bit more attentive to his S/O now that he has the time to be. He never takes the ring off unless he has to, it’s glued to his hand.

Unsurprisingly, shortly after his and S/O’s honeymoon “vacation”, S/O comes up pregnant. Nobody is surprised. Well, some people are because they didn’t think Senku was capable of procreation.

This revelation softens him up even more. Though it takes him a bit to process it. One night he comes home from a frustrating day in the lab. He misses his dad, all his tools seem to be breaking, and nothing seems to be going his way. But then he gets into his bedroom and sees S/O laying down and doing something on their(newly reinvented) phone.

He says hi when they greet him and goes straight to the shower. When he comes out he lies down next to S/O and just shuts down. He doesn’t want to talk or move. S/O seems worried and asks what’s wrong and he just tells them it was a rough day. But he doesn’t close his eyes again when he answers, he looks them over. That’s when he notices the baby bump. He moves over and just lies his head on their belly and they stay like that.

Once the baby is born Senku is his happiest. He stays home a little bit more to help S/O and if he can’t he asks a friend to be with them. He takes on night duty pretty often since more likely than not he’s already up and he wants S/O to get plenty of rest.

This dude sucks at diaper changes at first. He nearly cried the first time he put one on wrong and the baby had a blowout while he was holding her. He burned that lab coat after. But he quickly gets better with practice. He’s a fast learner.

He knows he can sometimes not be the best to talk to about things but he will listen. If S/O is going through PPD he will try his best to help. He definitely enlists Gen’s help with that too.

I didn’t want to end these on a sad note but I must. He misses Byakuya every day, but it also pushes him to try and be the type of man he was. Especially with his daughter. He supports every interest no matter how silly. As long as it’s safe. Though if it’s science based and not safe he tries to find a way to make it safe.

[oddeyevibes]

Devil May Deliver - Bundt Cakes🍕

Summary: You and Dante’s first actual date. (Which also turns a bit somber)

A/N: Crossposted on Ao3 and Tumblr. The pod is completely made up and it was the best I can do in the imagination department lol.

While y’all had a “proper” date some point after that.

Really, the both of you have looked at this pizza date as your first actual date. One of your jobs proved more financially fruitful than his and you decided to finally pay him back for letting you stay with him after…EVERYTHING that happened at the tower.

On his end, it proved to be a really good idea. Not only could you help pay most some of his bills but your idea of a thank you was you ordering him pizza and baking two trays of cupcakes.

Essentially, you two were about to pig out for the night.

Well…for now it was just pigging out on the cupcakes as the pizza hadn’t arrive.

He let out a moan of pleasure as he bit into another cupcake.

“I can’t tell how long it’s been since I had a cupcake.” He looked down at it like it was an oasis in a desert.

“Technically, it’s a tiny bundt cake.”

“If it’s a tiny cake, it’s a cup cake.”

“I take it you like my baking then?”

“Sweetheart, you keep baking like this, I don’t think I’ll let you move out.”

“Good to know that all I have to do to keep you sedated is feed you.”

“You know what would make this better?”

“Pizza?”

“Yup.”

“Does it normally take so long?”

“In a city like this? Absolutely. So let’s play a game.”

You giggled. “Lemme guess…20 questions?” You were joking.

He snapped his fingers. “Bingo! We need to play a proper game of it. Y’know, outside of some bargain bin sleep pod. What’s your favorite pizza topping?”

You shifted your seated position. “Hmm…probably (fave topping). You?”

“Well, I like most of everything but if I had to choose…pepperoni. What’s your parents’ names?”

“Why do you wanna know that?”

“Cause I don’t wanna hear that you and I might be secret siblings.”

You chuckled. “And why would you need to make sure of that.”

“For when you and I inevitably hook up.”

“Ha! Ain’t you cocky. Well, if you must know. My parents’ names are Dion and Callum. Technically they’re not my biological dads, they just adopted me. I’m apart of a pod brood.”

“Sounds gross, what is it?”

“How have you been getting on as a Devil hunter with so little knowledge?”

Dante shrugged. “I wing it.”

“…Well, some Ferryman don’t need to procreate with another, sometimes certain members just reproduce alone. If an elder Ferryman commits to a year of fasting before binging, they’ll go out and consume other demons and then come back to their tribes and essentially turn themselves incubators where 6 months later, Ferrymen like me pop out.”

“That’s sounds…really gross.”

“You asked.”

“So your dads just liked you better than the other ones?”

“Pretty much. Most others like me are taken care of by the whole tribe but in my case my dads would always tell me it was my big ole eyes that caught their attention…and the fact that I was the only one that ever laughed at their goofy baby noises. And then I pretty much lived with my tribe until everyone was slaughtered.”

“By Arkham…”

“Yup. All for some stupid runes………they were some of the best parents a kid could ask for. I was a treasure to them and their gift to the world. There’s no telling how much I would give up just to see them again but even now, I can hear them telling me not to think like that. I think I’m more upset that our last time speaking wasn’t on the best of terms.”

“Why’s that?”

“In my tribe, every Ferryman has to venture out for their first hunt once they reach a certain age. All the other kids got the safer options and all that was left was the more tougher ones. The ones only adults do. Normally that means teens have to wait for more jobs but I managed to convince one of the council members to give me one of the tougher ones. My dad, Callum, found out and he was pissed. Told me no and I had him give this WHOLE spiel about needing to be an adult. I let him think he talked me out of it and then I left when they weren’t looking. Told myself when I come back, they’ll see I’m more than ready…and then I came back…to rubble. I was hoping I didn’t find their bodies, but I did. And the worst of it is I think they were going back to our tent to see if I came back when Arkham attacked.”

“…………”

“And I’m not an idiot. I know if I stayed home I probably would’ve died too but…at least I would’ve been the last thing they saw………so that they could die knowing where I was at the very least.”

The energy of the room shifted as Dante watched as your focused had clearly shifted off to memories of your family. He felt bad for even bringing it up.

Feeling his eyes on you, you snapped out of it and straightened yourself up.

“So, what about your mom? Sounds like shit got rough for you too.”

“Yeah…my mom used to tell my brother and I that our dad left us to protect us but sometimes…it’s hard to not feel like that was just something she told herself. Especially since it didn’t even work. He knew how demons were, he was supposedly this great soldier and leader but even he didn’t know that demons would go after his loved ones? Devils always play dirty.”

“Do you hate him?”

“I wish. I barely even know the guy. Every memory of him feels blurry. Now everything I know about him is through everyone else. My mom…random demons looking to settle a score…even the occasional ancient witch or whatever who lived long enough to both know him and meet me. I want to hate him for abandoning us but everything little thing I learn about him makes it sound like my mom was right and maybe if those demons didn’t attack that night, then maybe he would’ve come back. I guess he’s really gone but I used to wonder if he never showed up because he thought all of us were dead. After my mom died, I thought Vergil was dead too. I used to dream about my dad randomly finding me and promising to protect me. But that never happened……………maybe it’s dumb to say but I’d trade in this version of me for the one that’s still being protected by his dad.”

“Well…aren’t we a couple of well rounded adults now?”

You let out a soft giggle and Dante laughed with you. And after the both of you randomly bared your souls to each other over tiny Bundt cakes, the doorbell rang.

Dante let out a sigh of relief. “That better be the damn pizza.”

[alphajocklover]

Alpha with a Capital A: Big bro and Lil bro

As Alphas grow older they start to feel a natural urge, just like a lot of people. They start to wonder what they’ll leave behind, who will take care of them when they’re older. They’ll never be frail or pathetic like a lot of us regular human get as they age, because by their nature they will never be frail much less fucking pathetic, but even their domanice over reality can’t stop the hands of time, not forever. As they go from beefy college studs to manly muscle daddies they long for something more than the betas, twinks and bimbos. They start to long for a lil bro.

To clarify I should mention I’m not talking about a biological brother. Due to the nature of Alphas there’s rarely ever more than one in a family, especially in a single generation. Lil bros are the way Alphas make more Alphas, the way they… procreate. That probably surprises you, since Alphas are absolute studs that have sex all the time. The thing is that, while the sons of Alphas have a higher chance to become Alphas than regular people, there’s no guarantee. Whatever makes Alphas the dominant manly men they are isn’t truly hereditary. If it was, we'd have billions of Alphas in the world in just a few generations. So, instead of hoping one of their kids will end up as an Alpha like them, older Alphas seek out newly awakened Alphas. Younger studs who have just discovered their dominant nature and need guidance, need a big bro to show them the ropes and help them be the best Alphas they can be. Lil bros and big bros often act like true brothers, or even father and son, and don’t suffer from the same issues that most Alphas do when they spend time together. Sometimes big bros and lil bros even share betas. Let me tell you, getting fucked by two Alphas at once… is indescribable.

[fairytaleprincessart]

✨ Just a quick reminder ✨ If you don’t like AI art, simply don’t follow AI artists. Or block us as you see us pop up. Problem solved. This is one of hundreds of messages I get weekly. This person blocked me before I could reply.

I honestly love how people assume I don’t make “real” art just because I use AI as a medium. I started out being a photographer at age like 6. Then drawing and oil painting. I still oil paint daily. I also write music, sing, and create novels. Art isn’t one thing. It’s not confined to canvas, charcoal, or a brush. It’s a vision, and a tool to bring that vision to life.

AI is just that a tool. Is it ethical? That’s up for debate. But as a real artist, I enjoy using it, just like I enjoy painting, writing, and composing. People once said digital art, iPad sketching, and apps like Procreate weren’t “real” either. Now it’s an industry. Creativity evolves.

Prompting well is not easy. I’ve spent nearly four years teaching myself how to prompt, refine, and build scenes that express the fantasy world in my head. It takes time, experimentation, and actual creative vision.

I’m literally out here building a whimsical fairytale world not trying to steal anyone’s job or threaten the climate with sparkly elf gifs.

If you feel that strongly go yell at a corporation, not a small creator with a dream and some aesthetic vibes.

Anyway, my inbox is for kind humans, dreamers, art lovers, people who escape with my blog, and fantasy lovers not keyboard crusaders on a moral high horse. You’re free to block, mute, unfollow, or scroll on by. I promise I won’t cry.

/ End of my rant.

And to the sweet ppl who send me kind messages thank you. You remind me why I keep posting. To the ones who saved a picture and still have it as your phone background for years… you are the best. To those of you who roleplay in the replies to my fantasy pics? You’re the real ones. You keep the magic alive. I love that shit.

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kanthony thoughts: wrestling with love and death

The bee is such a perfect symbol for the love story of S2 - it symbolizes the duality of life. It is a symbol of fertility: bees are associated with spring, the act of pollination, and sex (e.g. "the birds and the bees"). But here it is also a symbol of death and trauma. It is what killed Papa Bridgerton, took Violet's true love, stole a father from the kids, and what (in this patriarchy) forced an 18 year old boy to become the "father" of the family, trapping him emotionally in time at that period of loss which Anthony never processed.

Through this duality, the bee embodies the themes and core struggle Kate and Anthony are confronted with. It is both Eros, sexual love and reproduction, and Thanatos, a representation of death. Both are interwoven throughout our lives. And we all end up in death's country eventually, some sooner than others. People like Kate and Anthony, who've met the heartbreak of the world very young, often see death and loss everywhere - because it is everywhere, but so too is life.

There is another fertility symbol that is also a death symbol: the pregnant Violet in flashbacks. The great love she and Edmund shared has brought beautiful children into the world - but the act of creating life can kill a mother. Violet herself has suicidal thoughts about wishing the act of giving life had killed her. It is an inescapable part, even with the best modern medicine, of procreation for someone who gives birth. Bringing life is also risking death.

This is the truth that Anthony and Kate both know and fear and have shaped themselves around. They fear living because they've both suffered losses young and known, from a young age, that death is always there. Uncertainty and loss are woven throughout all joy and love. Their solution to this problem has been simple: they will choose to not participate in living.

They both make statements to this effect. Anthony to Violet, saying he will be not happy but "content" without love.

And Kate shares her similar plans for a miserable "contentment" without love:

Anthony will make himself the image not even of his vibrant and loving father, but of something worse: an old man before his time. No joy, no pleasure, no love. Just duty and a rigid focus exclusively on the mind over the heart. Violet tells him - your father allowed himself to love. The truth is Anthony cannot be like him like this.

Kate has a similar scene - she has made herself exiled from life by choosing to be a spinster. As she explains, she wants to be like Lady Danbury, but in the same way Anthony cannot be like Edmund without letting himself live, Lady Danbury tells her: you will *never* be like me if you go on like this. I had a life! I lived and now I enjoy my social games very much because I am satisfied that I have lived.

These two young people, they're not even thirty yet, and both of them have buried themselves alive. They've done it in a futile effort to escape the pain, the loss, that comes along with the joy of living. We open ourselves to it when we open our hearts. And keeping our hearts shut is not an escape from death, it's giving our lives up to it before we've even had our measure of joy.

In case we missed the point, Kate and Anthony's little sisters come in to drive it home: you think we respect you for the things you do, emptying your life of anything but duty, Daphne tells Anthony, knowing that he longs to be the respected and great figure their father was. We don't. We pity you. OUCH. Harsh but so so necessary - when someone has created a toxic and false narrative in their mind and they're giving all their energy to it, sacrificing everything to this... broken coping mechanism, sometimes a jolt is required. Daphne is letting him know that the thing he consoles himself with, the idea he is respected by his family for his dutiful sacrifice, is a lie.

He cannot be the man he wants to be if he won't let himself live, like Edmund did. Edmund spent every moment of the short time he got on earth living and loving deeply. And when he died, it broke so many hearts. But, as Violet tells Anthony later: I'd do it all over again, I'd suffer the pain again, just to have the time we got together. The love Edmund and I shared was worth all the pain.

And Edwina, for her part, is brave enough to see the truth. She finally realizes that Kate has inadvertently been living vicariously through her - trying to give her little sister her own dreams, not realizing the problem with that. Edwina is a grown woman and she still doesn't actually know what she truly wants her life to be. Again, this is such an OUCH moment. Kate never would have intentionally done such a thing to her beloved little sister. But she needs to hear that she has!

The kind of repression Kate and Anthony engaged in - it comes from a place that makes sense, they even mean it lovingly, but it doesn't work. As Daphne said earlier: these kind of feelings will find a way out. Kate accidentally imposed her own dreams on her sister and thwarted Edwina's growth and choices.

Both younger sibs are courageous enough to demand more, for themselves, and for the elder siblings they love - even though they can be overbearing. Even though, in this moment, both of them need their younger sibs to give them some "tough love" to shock them out of the nonsense they've fallen into and dragged their families along with them.

The parallels are so gorgeous. And the power of these two fearful people, who have buried themselves alive, choosing risk and joy and love finally? Embracing life and all its pain for the joy it brings? Soaringly romantic and such a beautiful affirmation of life.

I adore this romance!

[entanglingbriars]

What would you say are the most fundamental differences between Jewish & Christian conceptions of God outside of trinitarianism? I've read a fair bit on this and much like you with the Tanakh vs Hebrew Scriptures it's always left me in a place of "there are significant differences but I still don't see how it makes sense to talk about these like they're two completely different entities" except if the objection is specifically trinitarianism.

So "How are Judaism's and Christianity's gods different apart from Trinitarianism?" is very much a "Aside from that, Mrs Lincoln, how was the play?" question. Trinitarianism is a huge deal and the fallout from that doctrine informs many of the Christian god's other attributes.

So, for example, the Jewish god's nature is revealed through the Torah and the miracles he performed on behalf of the Jewish people. The Christian god's nature is revealed through the Person of Jesus Christ as incarnate on earth, his life, works, teachings, death, and resurrection.

In a similar vein, in Judaism the Word of God is the Torah; in Christianity it's Jesus, especially Jesus as incarnate on earth.

Judaism has always considered the idea of One God in Multiple Persons as incompatible with monotheism and have questioned whether Christianity is truly monotheistic; Christianity is very certain of its monotheism and considers the Trinity entirely compatible with that doctrine.

That said, there are other differences. In Christianity, sin and evil are not things God intended to be part of his creation. They're aberrations and the only thing good about them is that they allowed for the Incarnation. In Judaism, sin and evil are God's creation and play a role in the completion of the world. It has been suggested, for example, that without the yetzer hara (impulse to evil, roughly-kinda-sorta equivalent to Western Christianity's Original SIn) people would do nothing but sit in the synagogue and pray and study. They wouldn't build, work, procreate, or do any of the other things for which the world was created.

Another difference is universality versus particularism. While both religions see their gods as the God of the World, the Jewish god has a degree of special concern for the Jewish people that he doesn't have for other nations (the extent to which this is true varies over time and context, admittedly); Christianity's god is very clear in making no distinction between different types of people (aside from saved and unsaved).

That's not to say there aren't similarities. Both gods are the Creator of the World. Both are the Prime Mover in an Aristotelian sense. Both are concerned with sin and redemption from sin (although Judaism's god sees such redemption in a less individualistic light than Christianity's does). Both intend an end to the current order of the world and its replacement with a better one. Both are characterized as gracious, merciful, and loving. But the Trinity is a big deal. It alone makes the two fundamentally different deities.* And it's not the only difference between them.

*I would argue that one reason you may not see as much difference between God in the Tanakh vs New Testament is that the Trinity is a post-biblical concept that is, at best, suggested in John and really nowhere else.

[stephdrawsjohnlock]

SHER – :The Witcher AU: Procreate on iPad Pro

Ooooof okay so I've been working on this one for a LONG time, probably for a year or so; I kept going back to it in between other projects, so long in fact that this pic is the one I discovered a new colouring style that's super subtle but it looks so much better on the skin tones of characters, AND found a new marker brush that works like my traditional media so it looks way more like my original art.

So late 2023 I bought The Witcher 3 Complete Edition when it went on a 20$ sale on the PS Store, on a recommendation for "Best Long RPG Open World Games" video. I've always wanted to try it and OMG, I LOVED IT. I put in over 200 hours into the game and I just got so immersed in it. Never read the books, watched the show, nor ever played the original games before this one, but wow I was SO immersed in this world for nearly 6 months. It was so SO good, I loved it so much. The music is fantastic, the collection grind is PERFECT (I'm one of those weirdo gamers who LOVES the collection grind... probably why I love AC Valhalla so much when everyone else hates it), and the story is incredible. The DLCs were super fun too, I just didn't finish the Blood and Wine one because of that stupid vampire boss fight at the end, I got so frustrated LOL. I finishedthe game, I think, back in late spring of 2024, and honestly it's now one of my fave games. I might even check out the show now, and maybe read the books. The world of the Witcher is SO interesting.

ANYWAY, while I was playing the game I was like "OMG THIS NEEDS A SHERLOCK AU", just like every game I play, hahahah. So in my version, John is a Witcher (probably with a more fanciful name like Johann or something LOL), Sherlock is in the role of Yennifer the Sorceress and maybe Rosie as Ciri? I dunno I just think that the Witcher 3 is a PERFECT Sherlock AU that I needed, like, yesterday LOL. I would write it myself if I knew the lore and world-building of The Witcher much better. It would be SUCH a great adventure story for the Sherlock AU.

I spent far too long on this one, but I actually REALLY love it, which is rare for me. I have also posted the single character pics because I spent AGES on each of them, holy Christmas-Crackers, and I covered most of John and I want y'all to see him!! I LOVE doing LOTS of details on any piece I do, but it's also my weakness in my art because I focus too much on it. But I am SUPER happy with their designs I ended up doing... the pattern on Sherlock's outfit is the wallpaper, hee hee. I dunno why I think I'm so clever for that, bleh.

I hope you guys like this as much as I do, and I hope you all ALSO SEE MY VISION. I need to do way more Sherlock AU pieces. I love doing them so much. I might draw Geralt and Yen in the future the next time I'm on a Witcher kick because their characters are really neat, I like them a lot.

Cheers all :)

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[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

Monster Tidbits: 3 & 4

Forgot to do this for some of them so I'm going back and getting the ones up through chapter 28

I read this tidbit and immediately went 'how close ARE squid and octopus phylogenetically?' And it turns out they're kinda close, but also. Vampire squids are closely related to octopods! Moreso than to other squids. That's neat!

Anyway.

The dungeon and its vast resources are really wasted on hack-n-slash adventurers. It feels like only Senshi really appreciates how much you can strip and use from such a large animal.

Though I suppose the ecosystem gets it in the end anyway so it's not a complete waste....

I'd forgotten Laios hates kraken lmao.

.................dude really pointed a sperm tube at his own face and shot a load at his forehead. Incredible. World's least sexy facial, confirmed. Congrats, Laios. That's the worst anyone's ever done it, buddy.

Chillchuck, you only live to be like, 40. Maybe stop trying to reinvent the wheel capitalism in your lifetime....

Meaning Chillchuck can live to be poor enough to travel with them another day! Hoorah!

...can this translator just not ever spell the word tentacles?

You don't need a brain to grow in good places. You just need to grow in good places and survive to have progeny that also favors good places to procreate and then-- ah, nevermind. Why am I explaining evolutionary pressure to a manga.

You did your best, buddy.

didn't you guys encounter mermaids? Or were those... sirens...?

hang on, what do you mean they die?!! Just from being the first one to hear it?!

Oh, wait, you mean like, they hear it and jump in first? Damn.

Ah, right, they're completely different species.

go, girl, get your calories.

.........how much mana can a dragon store, huh marcille. How much.

no need to brag....

need me that meme of a fat kitten that's full of milk, but make it Namari, full of mana.........

I was gonna say 'fluffy pitbull' but then I saw 'clever'.... ah, bully breeds. Braincells are in short supply.

GET. THAT. MAN. A. PUBBY.

Listen, you. Laios is a treasure, you hear me? He's a treasure. He's also way too much of a freak for you to reason with. Just leave him alone with his warg plans.

Bag of Holding MIGHT actually be the most broken thing there is. Hm.

THE BULLYING! WHO IS IT FOR?! WHY ARE YOU GANGING UP ON HIM

Laios: If I can't be THE MOST OBSESSED then what's even the point?

King shit. Absolutely pathetic meow meow. There is so much wrong with him.

[elgar-nyan]

Misc. Evanuris Headcanons

including stone magic, Elgar'nan and Solas's rivalry, and additional soulmate headcanon involving Mythal.

The Evanuris can use stone magic thanks to Titan Blood

Solas could turn people to stone. I HC that this is a gift purely due to the lyrium that has made up his flesh and blood body. That this ability could extend to others in the Evanuris, not that they used it much.

The First of the Firstborn got the idea of making himself a body from the children of the stone

He witnessed the children of the stone being born from the lyrium and sensed its powerful magical properties. He crafted himself a body even after some time studying what a body should look like. The Lyrium had memory of how to form one so it made things easier for the ancient spirits. The other Evanuris followed suit. The Children of the Stone being born didn't take a lot of Lyrium, but crafting a body that could house powerful primordial spirits without impairing/debuffing themselves took a lot more than a titan's child normally would.

No one knew the titans were still alive (initially)

The Spirits came after the titans shaped the land, and only after the children of the stone began having feelings and developing concepts. When the first of the Evanuris made their bodies, they did not yet understand what they were doing. But once they understood, they were petty about it and continued—likely a specific someone was incensed over Wisdom being all high and mighty about knowing things and sounding so damn smug all the time.

Elgar'nan detests Wisdom personally

Wisdom doesn't know more than Elgar'nan does, but he thinks he does. He is the embodiment of the concept of Wisdom, not because he possesses all the Wisdom in the world, but you'd think by talking to him that he was more knowledgeable than Elgar'nan who was witness to things Wisdom was never even present for (though he claims to be as old as Elgar'nan.) Elgar'nan was properly irate over this young idiot getting the time of day, and angrier when Wisdom had been proven to be correct. If Wisdom wasn't so damn smug all the time they might have gotten along. But no. His dislike of Wisdom evolved into a deep personal offense whenever someone believes him over Elgar'nan's word, or asks Wisdom if Elgar'nan is right or not. No one got under Elgar'nan's skin faster than Wisdom did. They ended up warping one another.

The first naturally born elves were not immortal

They were the result of procreation with humans and started having naturally decreasing life spans due to this, not because of the Veil. The timing of his notice of it was consequential at best and is an example of Solas/Wisdom drawing the wrong conclusions through the "wisdom" of the people (though Elgar'nan didn't know this either being that he was locked away by the time this revelation was being made. How unfortunate for him.) Had Solas succeeded in his ritual, he would have found out that he had washed the world with very confused and upset spirits and opportunistic malign spirits for nothing. On that, however, the veil being put in place made it so the spirit-kin/hybrids were severed from their natural connection to the Fade—which resulted in elves being unable to produce elven offspring with no one else but another elf.

Dirthamen was secretly aiding the Dread Wolf

So secret that Solas had no idea he was even on his side. Elgar'nan was so mad when he found out Dirthamen was aiding the Dread Wolf that it was Dirthamen's spirit kin that Elgar'nan wiped from existence (erasing the emotion Dirthamen and Falon'din came from) before killing Dirthamen so he could not reform in the ether (since the emotion that made him was now gone.) Solas never found out, either. He only knew about the emotion Elgar'nan had wiped out like a few others before.

Everything Elgar'nan did was for protection

It ended up getting warped as he didn't feel he'd be strong enough and started obsessively seeking more power and more control, but he was very aware and very afraid of the green-yellow storm that was threatening everything and drinking the sky. He tried to keep everyone in the dark about it, not wanting anyone to panic over it or find out Elgar'nan was afraid of something. When Ghilain'nain talked to him about it, he encouraged focus on the present, not what's coming.

Soulmates list

If you're interested in my HC regarding Soulmates [here]

Andruil and Ghilan'nain // Solas and Inquisitor Lavellan // Mythal and Dirthamen (secret) // Sylaise and June // Elgar'nan and Rook

Small note: Soulmates is less specifically romantic and more about feeling close to someone. Like you can be your true self. The real world equivalent would be a best friend you'd had all your life. Not everyone is romantically involved with their soulmate. That being said, though, those who I listed above end up romantically involved with theirs.

[midnightshindig]

Deep inhale

Deep exhale

Okay official thoughts on the new invincible episode

Spoilers (duh)

I’m going to get a LOT of hate for this but the Invincible writers need to get more comfortable with plot alterations because I’m starting to suspect the comics weren’t well written.

That’s a scathing and DAMNING criticism but hear me out: there’s too much.

This was a 52 minute episode and I was emotionally exhausted by the end of it. To the point I FORGOT why Eve was in the hospital because it was like forever ago.

There’s too much. There’s no room to breathe. Having longer episodes doesn’t mean you should cram as many plot lines into it as possible, it means you get to take your time with the most important ones.

This episode felt like that one phineas and ferb episode where everything is being told backwards through a series of parallel flashbacks and I LOATHED that episode as a child. But that was for absurdist humor not genuine bad storytelling.

Mark has been too angsty for too long. Like, he doesn’t listen to anybody about anything and I genuinely can’t tell if the show is framing Mark as being wrong but sympathetic (because he’s obviously sympathetic as hell he’s a young adult child in the face of everything) OR if the show genuinely thinks Cecil is the wrong one and Mark is vindicated in his police state bullshit. Mark can’t decide if people should die or not and damns Cecil for contradicting a moral system Mark hasn’t even solidified himself.

And the show just. Doesn’t care? Because there’s no time to care. The pathos is getting put on the back burner so we can infinity war POOF like half the cast- except- nope! We lose the only side character with any real growth or investment and keep, what,.. exactly? Kate pregnancy arc? Shapesmith? Fucking- Black Samson???? Why? Rex’s sacrifice kills one Mark, equivalent to a couple of Cecil’s reanimen. That sucks. And his death didn’t even get the comeuppance it deserved because the show HAD NO TIME to give a fuck about it.

I loved the Mark variants, and I thought it was cool how they have such distinct characters and motivations, they weren’t just all copies of evil asshole mark. Some of them killed Nolan, some killed Debbie. They didn’t recognize Oliver. THEY DIDNT RECOGKNIZE OLIVER. god I’m realizing that as I write this Jesus Christ

But that’s because it gets glossed over!

Eve and Mark grew on me a little, but watching Mark choose Eve’s safety over his brothers and his completely powerless mothers was character assassination go fuck yourself. I could buy Oliver, he has powers and Mark has trained him in not worried about him

But Mark choosing to be Eves ADDITIONAL security instead of procreating his mother, when, in alternate universes Eve doesn’t even matter to Mark, but Debbie is ALWAYS his mother, and explaining his decision with “what if they come for Eve?”

BRO WHAT IF THEH COME FOR DEBBIE????

And we see that they literally tried to!! I imagine killing/threatening Debbie was part of Angstrom Levy’s plan. Yknow. Seeing as they’re at her fucking house???

There’s too much and the only character with real enjoyable development is dead and the second best character is Oliver imo.

ALSO- Darkwing suddenly gets redeemed enough to sacrifice himself for the greater good and like. For what? When? Why? If his sacrifice means nothing about redemption to Mark then he can go fuck himself he has been genuinely so unlikable this season

Which is a shame because Mark in season one and two was my favorite show protagonist like ever. I LOVED the way he interacted with the world and was reasonably flawed but still enjoyable. The show is forgetting what made it enjoyable. It’s a complete tone shift that- I can rock with- but isn’t being handled gracefully. I almost wish this episode had been split up, for breathing room, to give the mark invasion more of an impact and less of a “monster of the week” feel.

Making Rae a love interest only for Rex to die was cheap and trite and really robbed us of an opportunity for Mark or Eve or even like Rudy to mourn Rex. Rudy has been reduced to the smart guy in love with Amanda and I don’t think Amanda actually had any lines this episode which is damning because shes delightfully catty at times. Give Rex telling Rudy to make good use of his dna, give me Rex apologizing to Eve for not being a better boyfriend, give me- idk man- Rex asking Bulletproof to take care of things for him, or reconciling with a joke with Amanda, or crying or SOMETHING. His death wasn’t even triumphant, it was miserable

Characters the show could probably kill with minimal consequence: Amanda, Shapesmith, Black Samson, Bulletproof, Rae, POWERPLEX, and many, many others

Like Allen and Nolan aren’t in this episode at ALL and I just noticed because it felt so crammed full and they still didn’t have space for Nolan and Allen.

It’s too much. They’re writing five different shows all at once and it’s too much to write and too much to put into one hour long episode and it’s too much to watch in one sitting. It’s a monster of a project and it doesn’t/shouldn’t have to be.

The positives:

Oliver SHINED this episode, consistent in that he disobeys when he thinks he’s right, but he’s so damn cute and we see him know his limits, focusing on saving people when earlier S3 Oliver would’ve went straight to killing variant Marks.

I can see Oliver being manipulated by a variant Mark at some point in the future.

Debbie. Debbie is always a win.

The Varient Marks were a fucking marvel. Say what I will, they juggled different costumes and personalities so well. Someone else on here pointed this out but they’re all annoying in different ways it’s so well crafted and the voice actor (Steven Yeun?) did a great job of distinguishing their inflections and speech patterns without them sounding too different

Cyborg Donald and Donald’s gradual acceptance of what he is was so nice and understated and I liked it a lot. Who the fuck is Brit? They’re mentioned by name like three times. I’m so curious

Cecil was a total babe this episode fsfs

The animation? Peak. The animated gore?

I winced and cried out and genuinely screamed in shock multiple times.

When Angstrom is showing how he got put back together and his bottom jaw moves in different directions? My dad and I had to look away when we rewound to show my sister it was genuinely sickening. MAJOR props to them for that. Eves leg snapping made me almost throw up it was so suddenly nauseating to hear and see

Oliver having to crouch a little to stop midair versus the varient Marks being able to stop while standing straight like Nolan is such a good little detail. Oliver is flying like he’s swimming because he’s just a kid.

Paul? I guess? Idk I like the implication that he coaxed Debbie into relocating to his house for safety. Wish they’d had the time to show that.

All the background superheroes looked appropriately nice and recognizing them from the GotG tryout episode from s1 was a nice callback

Uhm, Rudy and Amanda. Always a win. Wish we’d seen Amanda take advantage of her new belt but I’m sure that’s coming soon enough

Eves parents are devastatingly well written as always. The mom being well meaning but still awful is so grotesquely true to form. Watching them reminds me of my exes parents and makes me a little sick to think about, 10/10 writing for them

The chemistry between Eve and Mark was pleasant this episode, i wish Eve still felt like her own character </3

I LOVED the William/Rick moment and the brief Amber/keith(? Is that his name?) moment. Rick realizing the positives of his tragedy is a nice moment albeit understated as hell.

Uhhhhhhhh shit… the background art was particularly nice. Buildings crumbling looked good as fuck

I think that’s all from me for now, feel free to respond or ask me additional stuff!!