#they were pushing something. i dont know what but something

[sirxlla]

The Child You Had Before You Started Dating Him Calls Him Daddy (Batboys)

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Dick: Dick came into your apartment with flowers in his hand which prompted Jasmin to bolt as soon as she heard the door.

"D- Da- Daddyyy." Jasmin cuddles his leg giggling. Dick laughs as well and sets the flowers down on the table before scooping her up.

"How's my sweet girl? Hmm?" Dick tickles her and she errupts in laughter which makes a smile flood your lips.

"Da- Daddy stop!" She was just squirming and giggling, happier than ever. Her favorite parts of the day were with you and with Dick.

"Okay, I'll stop." He kisses her forehead before setting her down and she runs off to go play with her today.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about that...Some of the teachers at her school started asking about her Dad and she asked them what a dad was...Once it was described to her, she said it was you....or at least thats at least how I was told it happened."

"Oh, Baby. Dont worry about it. It's no big deal and I'm happy Jazzy thinks of me like her father. I love you both and I'm honored she feels that way." He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"I brought you flowers by the way, Sweetheart and you look amazing as always."

Jason: Aurora sat in Jason's lap as he played Fortnite watching the tv as Jason controlled the character and racked up kills.

"Kick their butts, Daddy!" She screamed which caused Jason to freeze for a second as he questioned if he heard her right. Jason continued playing the game and won. (ofc he did) You entered the room with two plates of chicken nuggets, Aurora's favorite.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy won!" Aurora squealed in her pride over Jason winning.

"Oh, did he?" You and Jason looked both as just confused, you never told her to call him that, she did it on her own.

"Rory he's not your-" You started cause you thought Jason would be upset about it due to the confused look on his face.

"Babygirl, it's fine. If she wants to call me that then I don't mind." Jason stated with a smile.

"Princess, Go wash your hands before dinner, Okay?" Jason asked Aurora.

"Okay, Daddy!" She scrambled out of Jason's lap to the bathroom.

"I guess you're not the only one calling me Daddy now." He smirked.

"Jason!" You laughed as heat filled your cheeks, that was something neither of you really brought up but both seemed to enjoy like a guilty pleasure.

Bruce: "No! I push button!" May yelled at Bruce...She has the gall of men a hundred times larger than her, probably her taking after Bruce as far as you could tell.

"Oh, is that so Little Boss Lady?" Bruce teasingly mocked her, the same stance where her hands were on her hips, she narrowed her eyes and he narrowed his back before sticking out his tongue and making a silly face.

"You're such a Silly Billy, Daddy!" She giggles as she speaks to him, distracted from button pushing.

"Am I?" He smiled as the words came out of his mouth, of course his other kids would call him Dad time to time but knowing May felt so comfortable to do so meant the world to him.

"You wanna push the button? We can do it together?" Bruce asked with a smile and an inquisitive look as if he didnt already know the answer.

"I push button with Daddy?" She asked as she took her thumb out of her mouth.

"Yeah, we push it together." He said as he took the hand she didn't have in her mouth and pushed the button with him.

Tim: Anna had crawled into the bed after a while of her being up, like a little gremlin she jumped up and down.

"Daddy, wake up! Wake up, Daddy! I go back to school! You come me with me and Mommy! I show everyone Daddy!"

Of course he was tired from a night of long crime-fighting, as soon as he was coherent enough to realize what she was asking of him that she wanted to introduce him to everyone as her Dad he quickly got up.

"Go to Mommy, I'm gonna get dressed, Okay? Then we go back to school together, Okay?" He ruffled the little girls hair.

"You match with me?" She asked as she twirled around in her Toy Story tee dress that Tim got her a couple weeks back, he'd get her the moon if she asked.

"Of course, I'll match with you." Tim's closet was full of graphic tees so she could just about wear anything and he could match. He slipped on a shirt that had the little green aliens on it from Toy Story, a pair of jeans and some very well loved Converse.

Tim was quick with it, he grabbed her backpack which happened to be the little green alien as well, no suprise there. That was Anna's favorite which made it Tim's favorite as well. She could convince him to like arson if she did, he was wrapped around her finger.

"Ohhhh! Daddy looks stylish!" She said with a giggle in the same tone and words he'd tell her all the time. He was her Dad through actions but hearing that word from her mouth meant the entire world to him.

"Come on, My Lil Munchkin." He put her on his hip and grabbed your hand as he guided you both to the car so you could get to the school and Anna could introduce him to everyone as her Dad.

Damian: You had started seeing Damian before you even knew you were pregnant, It was a one night stand a few nights before you met him.

He was sweet in the way he went through the whole pregnancy with you, the birth, taking care of little Enzo and everything.

Enzo was now getting old enough to talk and you dont even know who taught him it, it could be Jason playing a prank or Talia doting on the baby she saw as a grandchild, but regardless Enzo was now calling Damian 'Daddy'.

"Da- Da!" He giggled as he looked at Damian from his crib across Damian's office, his little green eyes peered into Damian's.

"I'm not your Dad, Kid." He stated to the child as he filled out paperwork, this work felt monotonous and at least the kid gave him some sort of entertainment.

"Daaaa- Daaaaa." Enzo almost giggled as he could tell he was pissing Damian off, he was a little trouble maker that's for sure.

"I'm not your Dad, You Little Shit." Damain was getting a bit annoyed, not because Enzo was saying it but because he didnt see himself as worthy or prepared enough for a child. Enzo just giggled and called out to Damian again.

"My Son." Damian whispered as he gazed down at his son sleeping in his lap, he might not be his by blood but he was sure his in temper and attitude.

"Fine." He gave in with very little pressure from the very little child. Enzo laughed as he noticed Damian give in and he reached his little arms out to Damian.

Enzo made his black heart swell, Like the Grinch's heart growing a whole size. He walked over to the little boy and picked him up out of his crib. Enzo calmed in Damian's presence, finally feeling safe and calm enough to sleep while Damian did paperwork.

Masterlist

[marvelousels]

A BREAK

authors note — honestly this would rlly be a thing to happen so yeah! i dont like this but here we go, i hope yall like it!

pairings — caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

nervous —the neighbourhood playing!

Becoming the sheriff of Piltover had certainly taken its toll on Caitlyn. She had anticipated the workload that came with the promotion, but the stress and frustration continued to slowly creep up on her. She barely noticed it, but you did.

She was still the Kiramman you fell for, but you could tell she was starting to get lost in all the cases and pressure. You try not to feel neglected with the long nights of her being lost in work, the soft touches that just weren't enough, and even the conversations were starting to becoming forced instead of natural and playful like usual.

Caitlyn noticed too, but she just couldn't crack it. The confrontation made her feel too guilty, so she decided to avoid it and focus on her work.

She sits at her desk in her excluded office in the station, staring down at all the case files with furrowed eyebrows. Her dark blue hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, stray strands of her hair framing her face perfectly and her uniform feeling too comfortable and worn on her body, almost like a second skin at this point.

She groans as a knock sounds at her door, but the crease between her eyebrows relaxes as you slip into her office. She sighs, dropping the pen in her hand and flexing her fingers, "y/n, baby, what are you doing here?"

Her voice was a little tired, but her British accent was thick and smooth, and still authoritative as ever. "I thought you were saying home today."

You offer Caitlyn a soft smile, stepping further into her office and shutting the door gently behind you. The atmosphere feels heavy, but you’re determined to lighten it, even if only for a moment.

"I was going to," you admit, crossing the room to stand beside her desk. "But I figured the sheriff of Piltover could use a little break." Your tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth to it that makes her lips twitch in what might be the start of a smile.

Caitlyn leans back in her chair, her sharp features softening slightly as she looks up at you. “A break?” she echoes, a faint skepticism in her voice. “Do you know how many cases are piled up here? I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

You reach out, resting a hand gently over hers on the desk. Her fingers are cool against your touch, and you can feel the tension in the way they hesitate before relaxing beneath your palm. “That’s exactly why you need one,” you say softly. “You’re overworking yourself, Caitlyn. I can see it. And if you burn out, what good will that do for Piltover?”

She lets out a quiet sigh, her gaze dropping to where your hands are entwined. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything, and you wonder if you’ve pushed too far. But then, her free hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and she looks at you with an expression that’s equal parts grateful and conflicted.

“I know,” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “It’s just... there’s so much to do, and I—”

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” you interrupt gently. “You’ve got people who care about you, Caitlyn. Who want to help.” You pause, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Including me.”

Her lips part as if to respond, but instead, she exhales a long breath, leaning her head back against the chair and closing her eyes. For the first time in what feels like weeks, she allows herself a moment of reprieve.

“Alright,” she finally says, opening her eyes to meet yours. There’s a faint glimmer of something softer there, though her exhaustion is still evident. “You win. But just for a little while.”

You smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her temple. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

Caitlyn allows herself to relax, if only for a moment, as you pull her into a brief but comforting embrace. Maybe the cases would wait, just this once. For you, she decides, they could.

Caitlyn lets out a small hum as she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping loosely around your waist. She breathes in your familiar scent, one that has always brought her comfort amidst the chaos. For a moment, it feels like the weight of her responsibilities melts away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet reprieve.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?” she murmurs, her voice muffled but still carrying that refined British tone. There’s a hint of guilt laced in her words, but you don’t let it linger.

“Someone has to be,” you reply lightly, your fingers trailing through the messy strands of her ponytail. “Otherwise, I’m afraid you’d work yourself into the ground.”

She chuckles softly against you, a rare sound these days, and you feel a small spark of hope. “You might be right,” she admits, pulling back slightly to look at you. Her tired eyes search your face, as though grounding herself in your presence. “I just don’t know how to... stop. There’s always something, someone, waiting for me to fix it.”

You cup her cheek gently, your thumb brushing over her skin. “I know. And that’s what makes you incredible, Caitlyn. You care so much about everyone else. But you have to let yourself breathe, too. Let me take care of you for a change.”

Her lips press into a thin line, her expression softening as her eyes glisten slightly. She doesn’t cry, but you can tell your words are reaching her. Caitlyn has always been strong, sometimes to a fault, but this moment of vulnerability feels like progress.

She leans into your touch, her cheek warm against your palm. “Alright,” she whispers, her voice almost breaking. “I’ll try. For you.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss her gently, a kiss that holds all the love and reassurance you’ve been waiting to give her. When you pull away, you nod toward the case files on her desk. “But for now, those can wait. Come home with me. We’ll have dinner, something simple, and you can actually rest for once.”

Caitlyn hesitates, glancing back at the mountain of work on her desk, but the pull of your offer is stronger. She nods, her fingers lacing with yours as she stands. “Dinner sounds perfect,” she says, her voice softer now, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

As you leave the station together, hand in hand, you can feel some of the tension leave her frame. Maybe it wouldn’t all be fixed in one night, but it’s a start. And you’re determined to be by her side every step of the way.

[arvlelt]

vi headcannons (nsfw)

requested from @caj-pjeshke - Hi! Can i request some nsfw headcanons for vi? And if some pitfighter!vi could be there that’d be awesome im soooo weak for her

cw - nsfw, oral (r. receiving and vi. receiving), overstimulation, dacryphillia, degrading, praising, fingering, scratching/marking, scissoring, yall alr know.

a/n - ask and u shall receive:) haven’t done headcannons in a while so apologies if it’s kinda vague

don’t even play w it ik she gets down, she DONT play

biggest munch known to man mind

she’s a messy eater

def gives your inner thighs a lil spank if you try to move

loves overstimulating you and watching you trying to get away from her

def enjoys watching you cry from it, but if it ever gets too much she def is a sweetheart and will stop

i see her as a switch, and she’s such a whiny sub if ykwim.

vi whined at the feeling of your clit rubbing so nicely against hers, watching with a gaped mouth as you moved back n forth, back n forth.

“fuck— feels ‘s good,” heading fall back at the feeling of you circling your hips on hers.

the image of your clit on hers in her head too overwhelming as she felt that familiar warmth spreading throughout her body.

her grip on your hips only encouraged you more as she was very weakly thrusting up into you in effort of helping, “doing so good, baby.”

she’s very whiny and sloppy if u get it

however when she’s dominant she’s a soft dom and looovvessss teasing you

likes finger blasting you from the back specially so you just can just take it

your back arched more, hips moving back against her fingers are they teased your entrance. you gave a slight huff with a pout, whining, “viii, stop being mean.”

vi could only give a slight smirk as she traced her finger up your folds up to your clit, circling around it softly and slowly, enjoying the way you gripped the sheets at the sudden sensation.

“aww, poor baby. so mean aren’t i?”

you felt your eyes welling with tears at the sound of her voice, hips thrusting back in attempt to fell her fingers more

loves when you scratch her up, whether that’s from her giving you head or her pounding into you

she’s def all up in ur ear saying nasty ass shit

“look at you, baby. taking that dick so fucking good aren’t you?”

“you hear that baby? you’re so fucking wet.”

she def has different straps for different reasons

idk i see her having like 4 of them LMAOO

vi is overall a sweetheart and loves taking care of you and loves being taken care of as well

LOVESSSS dirty talk

is so vocal, loves letting you know how good you’re doing

she loves aftercare. whether it’s you or her she loves the feeling it gives her when you both take care of each other afterwards.

as for pitfighter!vi

whoo buckle up bc this woman is more aggressive and not as caring as she normally would b

big ol meanie

probably would want you to eat her out more than she would you

def shoves your face in her cunt when she’s abt to finish

very bossy

vi let out a moan, face scrunching up in pleasure at the feeling of your tongue lapping at her clit - your hands were in your lap as vi told you not to touch her as she sat on your face.

“fuckin’ hell, guess that- ha- mouth is good at something else other than- mm, bitching and whining, huh?”

she prefers pounding into you over munching, but she doesn’t hate it

she would usually come back from a fight drunk and fuck you senseless, but if she were to lose she’d have zero mercy.

pitfighter!vi is a big old meanie

definitely degrades you a lot more than praises but maybe if she’s feeling nice that day she is

the noises were downright obscene and vi was sure to get another noise complaint. but that wasn’t her main focus as the squelch sounds of your pussy filled her ears, your moans only fueling her on.

“oooh, gooddd- mm, fuck vi-!”

you squealed at the sudden pleasure, as vi had suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them to your chest, pounding even deeper into you.

“what, you like that?” she gave an emphasis of her words as she thrusted harder into you, making your eyes water, “of course you fuckin do, fuckin whore. but you’re my whore aren’t ya?”

all in all she’s a big meanie and probably isn’t that big on aftercare since she’s basically wasted when she comes back home

if you guys are dating she def apologizes in the morning

but if not, don’t be surprised to wake up to an empty bed

[belaheart]

temptation.

abby x religious!reader cw: sexual tension, religious conflict. 1200 words.

the gym was supposed to be a place of clarity, where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your routine and clear your mind. but lately, it had become a battleground for your thoughts. every day, you found yourself fighting an internal war, one that you weren't sure you could win. it wasn't the weights that weighed you down, but the undeniable pull you felt towards abby anderson.

abby wasn't just strong, she was everything. her muscles, the way her body moved with such power and precision, the way she walked with that effortless confidence - it all captivated you. and you couldn't stop watching her. you told yourself it was just admiration, but deep down, you knew it was more than that.

you tried to push the thoughts away. you were raised to believe in purity, in keeping your mind and body in check. your faith told you that these desires weren't right, that they conflicted with the values you held so close. but abby? abby was a temptation you couldn't ignore.

"hey, i've noticed you staring" abby's voice cut through your toughts, and you snapped your head up, caught in the act.

her smirk was playful, almost teasing. she was standing right in front of you, that cocky confidence radiating from her. she knew exactly what she was doing. "what's the matter, can't take your eyes off me?"

your face flushed, and you immediately looked down, trying to cover your embarrassment. "n-no, i wasn't staring" you stammered, your voice trembling just a little.

abby laughed, the sound rich and smooth. "don't lie to me. i've been working out here for a while, and i know when someone's checking me out" she leaned in closer, just enough to make your heart race. "it's okay, you know. i'd be lying if i said i didn't notice the way you look at me"

you swallowed hard, trying to find the words to respond. it was like she was challenging you, pushing you to admit something you weren't ready to say aloud. you knew she could see right through you. "i wasn't— i just-" your words stumbled over each other, your mind racing to make sense of the situation. "im trying to focus on my workout" you finally, managed to mutter.

"yeah? well, your 'focus' seems to be a little distracted by me. i can't help but notice how you keep looking in my direction." her voice dropped a little lower, more intimate, as if she was sharing a secret just for you. "don't worry, i'm used to it. i can be pretty hard to ignore."

you felt your heart skip a beat. everything about the way she spoke to you, the way she held herself, was sending your pulse racing. you couldn't deny it anymore. abby was right. you couldn't take your eyes off her. but the guilt gnawed at you, the voices in your head telling you this wasn't right. you had to push those thoughts away. this wasn't who you were supposed to be.

but abby wasn't giving you any room to breathe. she took a step closer, her body brushing against yours as she adjusted her position, her muscles flexing subtly under the tight tank top she wore. your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn't pull your gaze away.

"come on" she said, her tone now low and seductive. "you're here every day, staring at me, pretending you won't want this. don't pretend you dont like it” she reached out, her hand brushing lightly over your arm, sending an electric jolt through your body. "i see the way you look at me. it's obvious. so stop holding back"

you couldn't breathe. everything inside you screamed to step away, to remind yourself of what you were taught, of the values you'd worked so hard to uphold. but when abby touched you, when she spoke to you like that, all those thoughts started to blur, fading into the background. the only thing that mattered was her, standing so close, so confident, and so unbearably attractive.

"abby" you whispered, your voice barely audible, your heart pounding in your chest.

"i can't... i can't think like this. it's wrong"

abby chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "wrong? who told you that?" she leaned in just a little closer, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "im not here to make you feel bad about it. im just giving you a little taste of what you've been wanting" her voice dropped to a whisper.

"you can't deny it, you want me”

it was like everything inside you shattered. the guilt, the internal conflict, it all faded away in that moment. the tension between you was too much to resist. you reached out, your hand trembling as you touched her arm, the warmth of her skin setting your nerves alight.

"abby" you said again, this time your voice steady, though full of desire. "i can't keep pretending i'm not...feeling like this"

she smiled, a knowing, cocky smile, as if she'd already won. "good" she said, her fingers lightly tracing your jaw. "i was getting tired of waiting for you to admit it”

you hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, your lips brushing against hers. it was tentative at first, unsure, but as the kiss deepened, all your doubts, all your fears, melted away. abby's kiss was like a drug, intoxicating and powerful, and you couldn't get enough.

when you finally pulled away, your breath was ragged, your body trembling with a mixture of desire and guilt. but abby just looked at you, her smirk still in place, as if this was all part of the plan.

"you're not the only one who's been fighting it" she said softly, her hand gently caressing your cheek.

© belaheart 2024. all rights reserved.

[ayeyolooo]

AVOIDING

your beats blasted look like by chicken p as the wind danced with your curls. you were trying to hurry to class because you were avoiding a certain someone. Ever since eren ghosted for you a few days and then recently explained to you that he believe that he found his person already the person being mikasa, you were doing your best not to feel hurt about it. so you did what you did best, avoiding.

Even though it hurt you, and had to push passed the pain to avoid any drama. You didn’t know what it was, you were just drawn to eren. Loving the way he treated you while the two of you were in a talking stage. Now all of that’s behind you now. you seen eren and his friend group coming up on your right side so you put your head down and sped up your walking. “y/n.” your body went hot and your heart began beating fast. you ignored him and walked into your class.

“aye bra, ion know whatchu did to her but you need to fix it.” ony mummered. “what did you even do eren? i thought you and y/n was good, the praying before every game, doing bible study together, being on the phone all night i dont understand.” connie replied having eren lower his head in defeat. “my dad brought her up, seeing that her and i have gotten closer and seen her with my jacket on.” eren began. “nah man you just can’t seem to leave mikasa alone, knowing good and well she’s not no good for you.” armin side eyed him.

“can i finish?” eren replied. they all nodded. “okay so my dad told my ma how y/n was as a person, and knowing her you know she’s a girls girl, so they both fussed be out saying how i better not hurt her and things like that. and how im not ready for a girl like y/n..” they all hesitated. “wait a minute—.” connie called out.

“your dad.” connie pointed. “coach G, the one that be screaming for no reason, the evil coach protected her!?” ony interrupted. eren nodded and started to play with his rings on his hand. “okay so why does she hate you?” armin pondered. “because i told her how i found my person already, and that i love mikasa, and it’s to an extent with y/n.” the boys all gasped at hearing eren. “eren why did you say it like that? knowing her she was probably crying about it thinking how she wasn’t good enough for you.” eren huffed. “can yall stop, i already feel bad.” armin sucked his teeth. “you should, because y/n is the sweetest person here, if you know that you were going to hurt her, then you should’ve left her alone. and if you knew that you weren’t going to leave mikasa alike you shouldn’t never even started bothering her.” armin defended you, his face started to turn a light red. connie furrowed his eyebrows. “wait why are you riding her meat like that?? yall together or something?” ony jerked his head back at constance’s choice of words.

“nah y/n ain’t like that, if you knew armin and i well enough you would know that she’s like family to us. ever since my dad married armin’s mom y/n’s been coming around more because armin’s mom is her moms bestfriend. and im just pretty much there so we’re like her bestfriends.” ony backed armin up. “ohh type sh-.” eren just shook his head and palmed his hair backwards. “what should i do? she doesn’t want to talk to me.” they all just shook her head. “honestly man you should just let her come around, just leave her, because she’s pretty upset with you at the moment because 1. she feels like you’ve played with her time and 2 she’s going to end up saying something that she’ll regret later, so i’ll advise you to just leave her be.” armin nodded in agreement with ony.

“yeah cause something she needs to work on is speaking while she’s angry, she just allows things to come off of her tongue without thinking about it and then she’ll regret it later.” eren nodded because he noticed that that was true. you did it when you seen him and annie talking about armin, and you told him to come get his jacket and he got upset with you because you were just jumping to conclusions instead of asking him about it. but in your defense they were standing there talking about it for a while, and you couldn’t see as well so you couldn’t see that it was annie and not some random girl.

anyways both you and eren had problems that the both of you needed to fix with yourselves before getting with one another. “i mean eren i dunno man, you hurt her feelings real bad, cause if i was her and you said that to me i would’ve crashed out on you and mikasa.” ony shrugged. “foreal.” connie clapped him up and stated laughing. “bra yall laughing im being dead serious.” they all sucked their teeth. “man just take this L and leave her alone.” they shrugged and began walking to practice.

after practice ended you were walking so that you could ride with armin and ony, as you walked to the benches where they practiced eren began walking in your direction, you sighed your teeth and put your headphones on; white ferrari blasted in your ears as you looked down at your romance book and you picked it up before finishing to where you left off at. “y/n/n.” you heard erens voice. you ignored him.

he took your headphones off and you looked up at him. “what do you want?” you tried your best not to cry. He hurt you, your feelings were all over the place, you were upset that you allowed him to kiss on you, touch you you felt used. You regretted everything, you were disappointed in yourself for getting attached. to him. “can you talk to me please?” he pleased with you. “talk to you about what eren? you told me everything i needed to hear.” you began packing your bag. this was a mistake coming out here i should’ve just waited by their car. you scolded yourself. you stood up, grabbed your headphones from him and began walking.

you were pulled back, erens hand was on your arm. you turned around to erens sweaty face. (his cheeks were rosy red, and his eyes were puffy, while his hair was in a messy ponytail) “leave me alone bra, i don’t want to disrespect you or your girlfriend.” you warned. he just sighed. “would you just allow me to explain y/n? you’re so quick to jump to conclusions you never allow me to explain myself.” eren began to get upset. “you have 10 seconds eren.” you granted him. “why are you ignoring me, and avoiding me y/n?” you scoffed. “are you serious eren?” his eyes moved in confusion. “i’m sorry, i don’t understand you. First you say you found your person, then you chase me down why won’t you leave me alone?” you say. eren just gulped. “you didn’t answer my question..” he responded. “BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT MINE OKAY? i can’t have you, knowing that there’s another girl i just can’t, you love her, not me. i cannot get in between that, so please spare me for not wanting to fall inlovebworh you more, please. Just leave me alone, and let me get over you.

eren’s heart dropped. “don’t say that, you hurt my feelings when you say that.” eren swallowed. “say what eren? that i’m getting over you?? you don’t think you hurt my feelings? Telling me how i wasn’t the person for you? saying how you’ve found your person already almost as if you’ve just used me as a toy ,and as if i was just a place holder til mikasa comes back, do you know how dirty i felt when i got home, knowing that you had a girlfriend , you kissed me and grabbed on me. And me loving you i allowed it, i felt like such a bad person and you don’t even care bro.” tears streamed your face. “just leave me alone eren, stop trying to contact me, just stop it.” you pulled your arm away harshly and walked away sniffing. Eren felt poopy for treating you that way. and he didn’t mean to. erne turned around to seeing that whole football team watching you two. eren just dropped his head in embarrassment as he just took his helmet off of the floor and walked to the locker rooms. ony and armin just looked at eachother before shaking their heads and preparing to walk to the locker rooms.

AN:

i got lazy with the colors at the end lol.. but i’m going to write what yall requested 😭!!

BVOTD!✝️

PSALMS 91!😽

[acehazbin1]

“Calla?”

Tw: use of y/n, mood swings, light assault.

Note: sorry guys if it's not very good, I've just had a crazy Xmas so far 😭

Chap 1 chapt 2

"I feel silly." The once maid spoke, as she stood in front of a mirror getting her measurements taken by a seamstress for custom stolas. When Caracalla agreed to court her, they couldn't have her fill her normal duties. She was rushed into the palace, a room set up and maids were given to her by a wave of Caracalla's hands.

She lived with the other maids before this, squeezed into a tiny room. It was quite a contrast to be pushed into a room that could have fit her childhood home into it.

"It's different but I'm sure you'll get a costumed soon, after all why go through all of that trouble if you were just going to complain." The seamstress was measuring her waist with tape when she muttered that. The woman stood there shocked at her mumble, "Pardon me?"

"Oh come now, dont play dumb with me girl." The other woman tutted, "Everyone knew he was getting desperate. How come a pretty maid talks to him while drunk one night and gets a ring?" The woman grabbed the hand that had the ring Caracalla had given to her, and the happier shined off the candles. "It wasn't- I dont mean-"

"What did you put into his drink that night? What alchemist are you working with?" The seamstress gripped out uncomfortably tight, and the woman gulped. "That's enough." A voice throughout the room filled the seamstress's eyes with terror. "Emperor Geta, a thousand apologies-"

"It is not me you should ask forgiveness instead of my brother's bride." Her death grip widened in a flash, and the woman sushfulled her way out of the room closing the massive doors behind her. A silence hung in the air before she managed to speak, "Your brother is courting me, I am yet his bride."

Geta's lips twisted into a smile, "Yes but I would have not likened to call you his suitor?"

"Why not?"


"Suitor is such a masculine word, I would not simply apply it towards my brother and..."

She sighed, Caracalla had yet to tell anyone her name. She's been referred to as bride, suitor, maid, courtship, and soon-to-be-wife but never her maid by the people in the palace. "Y/n, my Emperor."

"Y/n?" Geta looked away from her as he tried the name on his lips for the first time, "It is such a... peasant name is it not?" Her eyes widened not expecting that from Geta, he was always the more 'tamed' one to say the least. "Caracalla likes it."

"My brother named a female monkey Dundgus." Geta laughed, waving the thought Caracalla had opinions on such a low-class name. "It is rude to speak to your brother's suitor like that."

"Ah, it is questionable to explain how to interact with someone to an Emperor." Geta's voice laced with a threat something she picked up on. Even with this newfound power, well 'power' she could easily be killed by him and labelled as a spy. Something caught in her throat, "What is your intent with my brother?"

"To get to know him." It was a simple answer but held great substance for Geta, "Not marry him?"

"If I had a choice why would I marry a man I didn't know?"

"He is one of the emperors of the Roman Empire."

"Yet his tantrums I heard would destroy what Rome has forged." She shocked back but without missing a beat Geta stepped closer. “Yet you still wear his ring on your finger?”

“I already told you, Im not interested in power.”

There was another silence, Geta was going through her words. She had a knot in her stomach in case she said anything to upset the Emperor.

“The Senate doesn't think it’s a great idea for my brother to marry a maid.” Her eyes widened, she knew the senate still had great control over Rome even with the Emperors there. She didn't mind not marrying Caracalla so far, she just didn't like the thought of the aftermath. “You're lucky my brother never cared for their opinions.”

“What about your opinion?” She asked interested, Geta smirked a bit. “It would be too soon to tell if you were really after the wealth and power of the imperial family yet…”

“I feel if you can calm Caracalla, then I give you my blessing.” Geta looked at her and Y/n thought about his tantrums. Even Geta can’t calm down sometimes leading to cuts and bruises that she saw him applying makeup to.

“I-” “Brother, why are you in my lady's chambers?” A voice came from the door, Caracalla had his hand pushing on the door. He looked dishevelled, his hair was quite messy and his tunic was stained, just like he was when she first saw him.

“Ah, brother. You rudely didn't introduce me to your lady so I decided to myself.” Geta explained carefully, he didn't like the look in Caracalla's eyes. Envy was something that Caracalla felt nearly every day because of his brother but the look in his eyes was different.

“I was going to when I got to know her better.” in other words, he didn't know if she would leave him for his brother yet. Before Geta could answer, Y/n spoke up “My Emperor, I would like to request alone time with Caracalla.”

Geta looked at Y/n then Caracalla, before nodding and making his way out. Caracalla moved to the side to let him out closing the door behind Geta. She tried to go over towards her, “Caracalla, are you-”

Y/n tried to ask if he was okay since his appearance was rugged. “Is this your ploy to court me as a way to get to my brother?” Caracalla's voice was accusatory. She was shocked, she shook her head frantically. “No, no, never-”

“Why was he in your chamber then?” Caracalla stepped away from her, he couldn't make eye contact. “He came in I didn't ask him to, he saved me from a jealous maid.”

“Oh, and he's now your knight?” Caracalla shot back. She had to think quickly about how to get out of this, “Calla please don't.” she used a nickname. Caracalla stopped, she knew his moods could switch in a second so she tested it. “Calla?” His voice turned soft, and she nodded.

“Yes, calla I would never have eyes for anyone but you.” She reached her hand out to touch his cheek and he leaned into it. “Hm, if you did I have to puck out your eyes.” He smiled and she returned it nervously.

His hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer and resting his chin on her shoulder. She brushed her fingers through his hair, as she thought about how quickly his mood changed. He adored her now but how could he feel in a week? A day? Then next hour?

Tags: @themoonofthesun-blog

[iovebarca]

Back To Friends? - Pau Cubarsi

Authors note: I know i havent posted in a while and i honestly haven't been on this app at all mainly cause of this dumb situationship i had, but i dont want to get into too much details haha. I'm defo not going back to regularly posting cause my creativity is really low but i want to try and be active more often :)

WC: 1000+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, fluff!

The sunlight was merciless, streaming through the thin curtains of your room and landing squarely on the bed. It chased away the comforting shadows of the night, and with them, any chance of pretending this wasn’t real. You blinked against the brightness, a dull ache blooming in your chest as you shifted beneath the covers.

The other side of the bed was cold. Empty. You turned your head and saw him: Pau, sitting on the edge, his back to you, one hand gripping the edge of the mattress and the other scrubbing through his hair. His shirt lay crumpled at his feet, and he hadn’t put it back on yet, like he couldn’t bring himself to move beyond this moment—but couldn’t stay in it, either.

You hesitated, your throat dry, before you broke the silence. “Pau?”

He stiffened, his shoulders tightening. “Yeah?” His voice was low, like he was bracing for something. He still didn’t turn to look at you.

You pushed yourself up to sit against the headboard, clutching the sheet to your chest. “Are you okay?”

He let out a short, humorless laugh, his head tilting forward. “Am I okay?” he repeated, more to himself than to you. Finally, he bent down, snatched his shirt from the floor, and began pulling it on. “I should go. I have training.”

“Training doesn’t start for hours,” you said quietly, watching as he avoided your gaze. The way he moved, so deliberately, so carefully, like he was trying to hold himself together—it stung.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and stood, still facing the door. “Yeah, well... I need to clear my head.”

“Pau, wait.” Your voice cracked, and you hated how vulnerable you sounded. But you couldn’t let him walk out like this, like you hadn’t just spent the most intimate night of your life together. “Are we just... not going to talk about this?”

He stopped mid-step, his hand hovering near the doorframe. Slowly, he turned back to you, and the look on his face made your stomach twist. It was a mess of guilt, hesitation, and something deeper—something he was trying so hard to hide.

“What’s there to talk about?” he asked softly. “It was... a mistake.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and cold, and they hit you like a slap. You stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “A mistake?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked away, unable to meet your eyes. “We’re friends,” he said, like he was convincing himself more than you. “We can’t... This can’t happen again.”

Your chest tightened, anger bubbling beneath the hurt. “Right. So that’s it? You’re just going to pretend last night didn’t happen? Pretend I don’t mean anything to you?”

“That’s not what I—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. He looked so torn, so conflicted, and for a brief moment, you saw the truth in his eyes before he looked away again. “This isn’t fair to either of us.”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “What’s not fair is you deciding this for both of us. I was there too, Pau. I know what I felt. And I don’t believe for one second that it didn’t mean anything to you.”

He froze, his jaw clenching. The room was so quiet, you could hear the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Seconds passed, dragging on like hours, and then he finally spoke.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Scared of what?”

“Of losing you,” he said, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with so much emotion, it nearly took your breath away. “Of ruining everything we have. If we try this and it doesn’t work... I don’t know how to go back to being just your friend.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke something inside you. For all his confidence on the field, here he was—Pau Cubarsí, standing in your room, looking like he’d just handed you his heart and was waiting for you to crush it.

“And if we don’t try?” you asked, your voice soft but firm. “If you walk out that door and we pretend this never happened... do you really think things will go back to normal?”

He didn’t answer, his silence speaking volumes.

You stood, the sheet falling from your shoulders as you stepped closer to him. “Pau,” you said gently, “you’re not the only one who’s scared. But I’d rather take the chance than spend the rest of my life wondering what we could’ve had.”

His eyes searched yours, desperate and uncertain. For a moment, you thought he might turn and leave anyway, the fear too much for him to bear. But then, slowly, he let his bag drop to the floor. His hands were trembling as he reached for you, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered, the words tumbling out like a confession he’d been holding onto for far too long. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Last night... It wasn’t a mistake. It could never be a mistake.”

Your breath caught, tears welling in your eyes. “I love you too.”

He let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over his face. And then he was pulling you into his arms, holding you like he never wanted to let go. His lips found yours, and the kiss was everything—soft, tentative, but filled with all the emotion he’d kept bottled up for so long.

When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, both of you smiling through the tears. “No more running away,” you said, your voice steady.

“No more running,” he promised, his hands still holding you close.

[ender-cloud]

I saw someone say that what if Polities voice is fading because Odysseus is forgetting his voice, I told some people this and we came up with a new theory.

So enjoy the theory and my explanation for it that I made late last night so its kinda everywhere

Ok ok, so What if Polities Voice fades because Odysseus is forgetting the idea of using Mercy and is no longer taking his advice to heart, forgetting what he said which is why the last time he hears Polities voice he only hears “You can relax my friend”

We can also see the growth throughout lyrics in the story!

First time we hear the Open arms idea is in song #4, Open arms, when Poloties is giving Odysseus advice that instead of leading with a ruthless, unhappy life to lead with a more open, merciful one instead!

And then In Remeber them, after Polities dies, when Odysseus talks to Athena he says “When Mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to do” and in Luck runs out he tells Eurylochus “I still believe in goodness, I still believe we can be kind, lead from the heart”

BUT THEN! IN UNDERWORLD SAGA WHEN WE HEAR POLITIES HIS VOICE IS FADED, at this in the point Odysseus has already met Posedion “Ruthlessness is Mercy” and has heard his crew blaming him for their deaths, already doubting Polities advice

Then theres of course Monster, getting rid of that Ideal of Mercy, with Different Beast Odysseus showed no Mercy to the Sirens because he “can’t take more risks of not seeing his wife” (also just the entire Thunder saga in general) yet he still dosent bring himself to fight Scylla, not being able to fight a monster, perhaps because he knew it was a lost cost either way.

Also he still debates for a bit if he should show his crew mercy, knowing what he truly wants but not wanting to voice it, not wanting to accept that he cant show them his mercy, leading to their deaths

AND THEN IN LOVE IN PARADISE WE HEAR POLITIES AGAIN! This time he’s more faded, Odysseus has been betrayed by people he thought were his friends, he is almost constantly SA’d (in the original Odyssey and Hints to it in Epic) by Calypso every night, and is loosing his hope in humanity.

Then, of course, the Vengeance sags. Where, for the last time, we see Odysseus try to accept Mercy, trying to hold onto the Ideal, but it doesn’t work. Poseidon doesn’t listen. This is the last time we hear Polities, but it’s not the normal piece of advice he gives, it’s “You can relax my friend” because Odysseus isn’t planning on using Mercy anymore. He has tried time and time again just for nothing to work.

This leads to the end of 600 strike, even after He won he didnt give Poseidon any mercy whatsoever.

AND THEN WE GET TO ODYSSEUS (the song) WHERE THIS ALL COMES TOGETHER!

The fight with the Suitors has many parts but theres 2 important ones. The first one is the obvious one, Eurymachus trying to reason with Odysseus, using the Words “OPEN ARMS” which is something Odysseus has rejected, choosing to kill Eurymachus instead (i heard people say its a trigger word now and it made me giggle)

And then theres the end of Odysseus, when Telemachus attempts to reason and give the suitors Mercy, in which we get the nail of the Mercy coffin with the lines “Mercy? MERCY! My mercys long since drowned” (Poseidon putting thr thought of Ruthlessness in his head) “it died to bring me home”

This is where we truly see that Mercy isnt even a thought to Odysseus, he has completely forgotten and pushed aside what Polities had told him (which might be a reason we dont get a polities moment in the final saga)

Also in this same song, Odysseus says that they “Filled his heart with hate” going against what he had said in Luck runs out, he is no longer penelopes “kind and loving husband” (WYFILWMA) because of what happened to him during the journey

[mattscoatedcock]

PORNSTAR ⭐️ - M.S

~ smut, dom!matt, shy!reader ~

you knew matt was a pornstar since you guys started dating 8 months ago, and he knew you still had your v card, so what would happen if you asked him to take it away on camera?

you and matt were watching a movie on the couch downstairs, you couldn’t keep your mind off matts beautiful deceiving blue eyes, focusing on the tv. he was also wearing that one black tank top you adored. thoughts popped up in your mind, you tried to focus on the movie but nothing would take your mind off matt. “matty..” you ask shyly, “yes love?” he asked looking down at your ‘innocent’ eyes. “i was thinking of doing something but.. i dont know.” you struggle to tell him your idea. “tell me baby” he kisses your on your head. “m.. i. i was thinking of doing it today..” you hide your embarrassment in his lap. “what do you mean?” “im ready for you matt.. o- on camera.” “you wan’ me to fuck you, on camera?” you nod slowly. “i- ive just never done this- a- and i dont know what to do-“

“relax baby.. i gon’ help you..” matt says slowly rubbing his thumb over your clit. you slightly moan at the feeling of it. “s’ okay mama..” “m- more matt..” “use your words ma’..” “touch me more please” matt sets his camera up against the table with one hand and pulls your panties down with the other. “fuck.. your so wet, s’ for me huh?” his long fingers dig into you, you moan as he hits your g spot. “your pussys made fo’ me sweetheart” “s- stop teasing matt..” he nods and takes his sweatpants and boxers off, his dick slapping against his stomach with pre-cum leaking out. he warms it up and lines the tip against your entrance. “ready, sweetheart?” you nod as approval and he pushes it inside you. “s’ good f’me..” you both moan at the feeling.

“matt m’ gonna cum..” “yeah? cum for me then” he says slapping your ass. you release on him and not long after he does too. “you did so well, we are definitely doing this again.” he places a kiss on your head and helps you run a shower to clean you up.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

A bit of a fan of whatever was going on with the Ra's and Jason connection admittedly

[lover-of-mine]

Fought 'til you tethered me, swept under surfaces, never enough of it...

[deoidesign]

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[puppyeared]

i think the reason why im so drawn to spirit tracks and pkmn scarvi is that having the legendary/princess as a companion rather than a goal that marks the games completion makes me feel satisfied the way i would after helping a friend

my brother always teases me about how I still havent finished botw after almost 7 years bc "id rather be out picking flowers" which i wont say is untrue. and yes i know Zeldas been holding off ganon for 100 years, yes i can get some sort of idea what her relationship with link was like by recalling memories and going through her diary. ive always loved botw for its unique storytelling and setting which makes it stand out, because it lets you get to know who you're saving.

but because theyre memories, it only works if theres something for the player to investigate that already happened. its retroactive (but effective nonetheless)

on the other hand, spirit tracks does something similar but instead of having the player try to piece together memories and interpret them as a spectator, you actually have an opportunity to get to know zelda yourself by talking to her and working together. besides making it a gameplay mechanic, giving the player control over how they interact with zelda makes it so much more personable.

and I find that making the goal feel personal instead of an obligation gives me more of a reason to work towards it. I know what kind of person botw zelda was but as the player, shes still very much a stranger to me. but spirit tracks zelda? thats my friend!!!! she invited me to go to the beach after we get her body back!!! i dont want to whip her to make her move faster thats mean :(

you know how hostage negotiators are trained to introduce themselves and get to know the person theyre negotiating with because its harder to hurt someone when you know what their favorite food is? its kinda like that, because it feels like im helping a friend than being told or led to do smth

and although i havent played scarvi myself, i feel an attachment to koraidon and miraidon even just watching playthrough clips because its like!! thats my weird scaly dog!! it loves sandwiches and we're friends!!! you know!!!!!!

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

sometimes i feel like i hate everyone

[end-orfino]

I know it's not a new idea (idk where I heard it before. But I did) but I don't really think Felix was like. The only one orchestrating all the murders and all

[the-lark-ascending69]

> be a robin buckley fan

> be lesbian

> project on robin

> look up "internalized homophobia robin buckley" on tumblr because it's cathartic

> 3/4 of the posts are about st3ddie or just about steve