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javierpena-inatacvest · 6 months

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Kicking

Summary: The past few weeks of your pregnancy, Baby Peña number 2 has been kicking you non-stop. Javi tries his best to help you relax and give you some relief.

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (give this man a football team), pregnancy hormones, Javi being the best dad/husband (idk what to tell you guys, he is truly the best)

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got from an anon a while back, and the Dad!Javi brainrot has been unstoppable the past few days and I missed our sweet little family so here we are again 🤪 I love the Peña's more than life itself!!! Thank you @endlessthxxghts for proofreading and letting me harass you with my endless Dad!Javi thots ILY 😩💕

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“Ouch, that one hurt. You are relentless, aren’t you?” You whispered down to your belly, setting down the dishes you were washing down next to the sink as you rubbed at your slowly swelling stomach. While you had very quickly remembered all the strange and painful sensations of growing a tiny human inside you throughout your second pregnancy, baby number two was definitely giving you a run for your money. Lucy had been easy- The occasional kick or bump, her movement enough to make you feel relieved and excited, but never enough to make you feel miserable. Even though you were still only 6 months pregnant, you were convinced that Baby Two was going to come out as a triple threat soccer star, football kicker and boxer, because their movement day in and day out for the last few weeks had been constant.

“You okay, Hermosa?” With your daughter Lucy hoisted on his hip, Javi paused from helping you to put away the rest of the dishes to turn around towards you, his brow scrunching in concern at the pained look growing across your face as you rested your hand on your stomach.

“Otay Mommy?” Lucy asked, mimicking Javi, making the two of you let out a little laugh, enough to ease you back to washing the dishes you had set down before Baby Peña had started their 15th boxing round of the day in your stomach.

“I’m okay.” You smiled up at Javi, who had made his way behind you, wrapping his free arm around your waist as you stood at the sink, still holding Lucy in the other. “Baby Tutu really likes to kick Mommy’s belly a lot.” You sighed, responding to your daughter, even though the comment was more intended for Javi.

“Baby Tutu!” Lucy beamed at the new nickname she had given her baby sibling, after you and Javi had been referring to them as “Baby Two”, which had quickly turned into “Baby Tutu”, after Lucy had begun babbling it around the house.

Javi frowned, rubbing his hand along the small of your back before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, feeling guilty at how uncomfortable you had been recently, despite how hard you had tried to power through it. “Mama and Baby Tutu are gonna go lay down and me and you are gonna finish the dishes and get ready for bed, Lil Miss.” It was now Javi’s turn to reply, talking to you through Lucy to try and insist that you go take a break before you pushed yourself too hard and felt even worse.

“Jav, it’s fine, you made dinner and I-”

“Lucy Goosey and I are more than capable of cleaning up and getting ready for bedtime while Mommy gets some well deserved relaxing time, aren’t we, Lucy?” Javi smiled, giving Lucy a little raspberry on her belly, making her squeal and grin in delight as she flapped her arms in Javi’s grasp. “I’ve got her, don’t worry.” Giving your hip a little squeeze, Javi gave you a reassuring nod, almost insisting that you go give yourself a break to at least soothe Baby Two’s fight club antics in the comfort of your bed.

“Thank you, Jav.” You smiled, letting out a relieved sigh, your pregnancy hormones causing your eyes to well with thankful tears for your amazing and understanding husband.

“Of course, Osita. We’re gonna say goodnight to Momma, okay Lucy? Can you say, goodnight Momma, we love you?” Javi cooed at Lucy, prompting her to give you a little wave goodbye as you reached up to pepper a few kisses across her rosy cheeks as she giggled.

“Night night, Momma. Wuv you!” Lucy babbled, reaching out towards you for a hug as you sandwiched her between you and Javi, giving her and Javi one last kiss before you trudged your way across the house and up the stairs towards your bedroom.

Even though you were thankful for Javi taking care of Lucy’s bedtime routine for the night, it hadn’t eased Baby Peña’s soccer tournament in your stomach in the slightest. Even after slipping on one of Javi’s oversized shirts and your pajama shorts, tucking yourself into bed and throwing on the TV to watch the Dallas Stars game that had just started, you could not get anywhere close to comfortable, tossing and turning in your bed, trying your best not to curse in frustration at your incredibly active baby.

“How ya doin’, Momma?” Javi asked, gently closing the bedroom door behind him seemingly finished with putting Lucy down for bed as he began to strip out of his work clothes and into his cotton sleep shorts, tossing the dirty items in the hamper before crawling into bed next to you.

“Your child better grow up to be the next David Beckham.” You groaned, sitting up on your pillows to look over at Javi, with a sympathetic smile spread across his face.

“My kid, huh?” Javi chuckled, laying his hand over your stomach, gently rubbing circles with his thumb against the worn fabric of his shirt you were wearing. “If my kid grows up to be the next David Beckham, I will gladly take all the credit.”

The two of you laughed as you gave Javi a playful shove, rolling your eyes at his joke only to be interrupted by another sharp kick to your side, making you wince uncomfortably. “Ugh, yes, you can get all the credit if you can convince your child to stop bruising my internal organs.” You half grumbled, half laughed, as you readjusted yourself to lay down on your side, now face to face with Javi. “Lucy was never this active, especially this early. I have a feeling we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.”

“A handful just like her Momma.” Javi smiled, snaking his hand under the hem of your shirt to rest his palm against your skin, running his hand back and forth over your belly.

“I don’t know, Jav. I really think this one is a boy.” You huffed, bracing yourself again as another punch landed underneath Javi’s hand, making his face light up, always enamored to feel the baby moving in your stomach, even though you weren’t quite feeling the same.

“I’ll be happy with whatever they are, but I’ll be even happier if they stop trying to hurt their mamá, huh bebito (little baby)?” Javi cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your stomach. “Déjela relajarse, por favor mi amorcito (Let her relax, please my little love).”

Even though this pregnancy didn’t have as much in common with your first one as you would have hoped, if there was one similarity they shared, it was that something about hearing Javi’s voice made your babies relax instantly. Not only did it make your heart absolutely melt every single time, but you also couldn’t have been more thankful that Javi’s sweet sounds were able to bring you some much needed relief.

“Nosotros te amamos mucho Chiquitita, pero su papá necesito ayudar a su mamá relajarse también. (We love you so much, little one, but your dad needs to help your mom relax too). And I would prefer it if you weren’t kicking her while I did it.” Javi smirked, slowly trailing his hands and kisses down your stomach, shooting you a quick wink.

“Javi!” You playfully scolded, giving him a little shove as he scooted his body down the bed, coming face to face with your heat as he ran his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“You gonna let me help you relax, Hermosa?” Javi mewled, placing languid kisses along the inside of your legs, carefully helping to raise your hips to pull your shorts and underwear off your hips, tossing them to the floor. You let out a content sigh as you leaned your head back against your pillow, feeling Javi’s fingers slide through your folds, collecting the arousal that had already been pooling between your legs since the moment Javi had laid down next to you.

You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy where you were insatiably horny all the time and much to Javi’s delight, he was more than happy to help you with your problem however and whenever he could, even though you had to be a little more strategic (and quiet) this time around with Lucy in the house. Despite the constant kicking that had quite literally been a pain in your side the past few weeks, it was almost like Javi could sense how worked up and needy you were and couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that he was the only thing that could cure the constant ache between your legs.

Javi nudged your knees open, letting them fall to the sides as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, the sensation making you let out a whimper you tried your best to silence by biting down on your lip. “So wet for me, sweet girl. Gonna take good care of you, Momma. You deserve it. Gotta keep quiet for me though, okay?”

You nodded frantically as Javi easily slid two fingers into your dripping heat, slowly pumping in and out of you as you felt the heat of his breath hovering over your cunt before he licked a long, broad strip through your folds, already making you instinctively buck your hips towards his face.

Javi hooked his free arm around one of your thighs, holding you in place as he began to lap you up, each stroke of his tongue slow and methodical as his fingers began to curl inside you, pressing into the sweet spot that he knew all too well would make you fall apart around him.

You couldn’t help but feel your bottom half squirm against your sheets, reaching down to tug at the dark curls of Javi’s hair, trying to find any sort of relief to keep from being a loud, moaning and whimpering mess as his tongue worked along your cunt, lapping you up like a man starved. His mouth latched along your clit, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped inside you, making the tingle at the base of your spine already begin to build in a needy desperation.

“Javi, holy fuck- oh my god baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimpered, somehow managing to keep your voice just above a whisper as Javi pulled away to respond, still keeping a steady pace with his hand as he felt your pussy start to flutter around his fingers.

“I won’t stop baby, you can let go for me, Osita. I’ve got you.”

With that, he was back between your legs, relentlessly working along your heat with his mouth as the the coil in your belly wound so tightly, you were on the brink of snapping.

“Javi, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaahhhhhhhhh.”

With that, your orgasm flooded through your body, pleasure spreading through every inch of you as you clenched around Javi’s fingers, soaking his hand and face with your arousal as you came, using every fiber of your being to keep from screaming out his name as you reached your high.

“Shhhhhh, that’s it, Hermosa.” Javi smirked, squeezing his fingers into the meat of your thigh as you rode out your orgasm, trying to help you keep quiet. Javi peeked his head back up as your breathing began to even out, your chest rising and falling in satisfaction as his kisses began to travel back up your body, stopping at your neck to take extra time to nip along your jawline, his teeth tugging at your earlobe as his voice rasped against your skin.

“Such a good girl for me, Osita. So fucking wet. Fuck, I need to feel you, baby. Can I?”

You nodded rapidly, feeling how hard he already was under his sleep shorts, his erection tenting the cotton fabric and staining it with his precum. “Yes, oh my god, please.” You moaned under your breath, pulling him in for an electric kiss, your mouths meeting with a passionate intensity.

“How do you want me, Hermosa?” He asked, breaking from your kiss. You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy that you were limited on options, which was never a problem since Javi had no problem making you feel incredible however the two of you fucked. Even with how horny you were, and any position would have been fine, Javi was always adamant that you being comfortable was the most important, and would let you call the shots.

“Can you spoon me? I’m not gonna lie, being punched in the gut all day has me exhausted, I’m too tired to get on top. Sorry, that is like, the most unsexy thing to say but-”

“Hey, I’ll do whatever you want, Osita. And it is fucking sexy because you’re growing our future soccer star.” He teased, cradling your face in his hand, pressing a soft kiss on your lips as you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“They better be a star after all the grief they’ve caused me.”

“I’m being serious though, baby. You know I think you are the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, but seeing you all gorgeous and pregnant? Carrying our baby again? Fuck me, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Javi beamed, peppering kisses down your body as he helped you to lay down on your side, gently lifting your legs to put one of his pillows under your knees to prop them up. Javi shuffled his shorts down his legs, kicking them off the side of the bed before scooting behind you on his side, reaching down to stroke himself a few times as he lined up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds and collecting your slick as he caged his chest against your back. “You gonna let me prove to you how fucking perfect you are? Show you how much I love my beautiful fucking wife?”

You could feel his tip begin to slowly press inside your heat, easily sliding in from how wet you were, working his way deeper, taking his time as he buried himself in your cunt inch by inch until he bottomed out, the sweet sting of his fullness making you moan with no regard for your volume.

“Shhhhhhh, I know baby, I know. You gotta keep quiet for me. Don’t wanna wake up Lucy.” Javi rasped in your ear, draping his arm over your body, letting his hand run up and down your side to try and soothe you before he kept going. “Promise you’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?”

“Mhhmmmm, please, I promise, I need you Javi.” You whimpered, grinding your bottom half back into Javi, desperate for him to keep going.

“Jesus Christ- fuck, I need you too, Hermosa.” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, slowly pulling out before pressing back into your pussy, taking his sweet time as he savored every stroke. “So fucking wet for me, Osita.”

So wet, that all you could hear in your room was the lewd noises of Javi thrusting in and out of you over your muted moans you were trying to keep contained as you bit down on your tongue.

Each snap of his hips felt deeper than the last, the sweet sting of his stretch making you absolutely lose your mind as he punched against your g-spot at a slow and savory pace, pressing languid kisses along your neck and shoulder as the hot breath of his words hit your skin.

“I love you so fucking much, Osita. I’m so fucking lucky. You’re so perfect. Perfect wife, perfect mom to our daughter, perfect all pregnant and carrying our baby. Can’t wait until I can fuck another baby into you.” As if him whispering into your ear as he fucked into with an intensity and passion that had you reeling, Javi reached his hand around your front, the pads of his fingers meeting your throbbing clit, making you lose all control as a ragged moan escaped from your lips.

Javi’s hand immediately shot up to your mouth, carefully covering it before you got any louder, now trying his best to keep from groaning as he tried to keep you quiet. “I know Hermosa, fuck- fuck, we gotta stay quiet, baby.” Javi convincing himself just as much as he was convincing you, his grunts becoming louder and louder as they rumbled in his chest, feeling your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his cock.

You knew that despite how hard you tried, with how good you felt, and how quickly the heat in your belly was starting to bloom once again, there was no way you were going to be able to stop yourself from keeping quiet. Giving in to the fact that Javi was going to have no choice but to cover your mouth, you wrapped your hand over his, pushing his thumb into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl and suck over it as Javi continued to thrust into you, his pace now starting to quicken as he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck- oh fuck me.” Javi groaned, punching deeper and harder against the spot inside you that made you crumble, needing to make you cum again before he fell apart just as quickly as you were. “Touch yourself, baby. I’m not gonna- shit- I’m not gonna last much longer. Need you to cum again. Need you to- fuck- soak my cock before I fuck you full of me.”

You let your hands drop down, reaching between your legs to rub your clit, barely needing any pressure at all before your second orgasm came crashing through you, moaning into Javi’s broad palm wrapped over your mouth as pleasure radiated through every inch of your body.

As Javi felt you fall apart, his thrusts became faster and sloppier, quickly following suit, spilling deep inside you after only a few more pumps, groaning through gritted teeth as he milked himself of every last drop. Resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder, you could feel Javi’s damp curls sticking to your skin as both your chests heaved deeply, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs. As Javi lifted his head up, you could feel his lips pressing soft kisses against your back, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on your skin, keeping his chest pressed to yours.

“You okay, Hermosa?” Javi cooed, letting the tips of his fingers dance along your soft skin as he let out a soft hiss, pulling out of your heat, feeling the mix of your spend dripping down your thighs, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before heading off to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.

“Okay? I’m amazing. You finally got the munchkin to stop kicking and you made me cum so hard, holy shit, this is the best I have felt all day.” You laughed, shaking your head in blissed out satisfaction as Javi gently wiped you up, tossing the washcloth into the hamper as you turned over to face him, cupping his face as your lips met in a tender kiss, a soft smile peeking out the corners of both of your lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, Osita?” Javi questioned, his brow slightly scrunching in confusion as his sweet brown eyes stared back at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

“For being so amazing. For taking such good care of me, for being such a great dad, I don’t know, I’m so lucky to have you, Javi. I love you.” You smiled, letting tears flow down your cheeks, quickly trying to wipe them away in embarrassment. “Sorry, hormones.” You shrugged, letting out a little laugh as Javi’s thumb gently swiped across your wet face, drying your tears.

“You deserve everything, Osita. Eres mi amor, mi vida, mi todo. Te amo mucho. (You are my love, my life, my everything. I love you so much.)” Javi beamed, pulling you closer to lay against his chest, resting his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing it back and forth. “Mi familia es perfecto. Mi hermosa esposa, mi hermosa mija, mi hermosa futbolista (My family is perfect. My beautiful wife, my beautiful daughter, my beautiful soccer player)." The two of you laughed, looking down at your belly for a moment before letting out a little “oof” as you felt a tiny kick underneath where Javi’s hand was placed.

“Tell your little soccer star they can wait to practice until the morning.”

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harmonysanreads · 6 months

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Imagine Corrupted!Alhaitham in the Sumeru Hexagon AU who's a walking nightmare.

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Because of exposure to some mysterious phenomena in the desert, a part of Alhaitham becomes “corrupted” and takes control over his body. The uncorrupted remains of his consciousness are still there, but, against the more powerful force, he's resigned to a backseat—until he figures out a way to take back control, that is.

Corrupted!Alhaitham finds you lovely, if not a little stupid for always prioritizing other people's needs. Not to worry, he'll educate you on the proper path in no time! Unlike regular Alhaitham, he exchanges shame with boldness in letting his intentions be known. If you think hearing Alhaitham say some of the most outrageous things with the most blank expression known to humankind is unnerving, think again, because, Corrupted!Alhaitham never stops smiling. It's a mocking, condescending and arrogant smile that makes you wish the earth would split open and swallow you whole already.

Instead of obsessing over a perfect plan like his ‘other self’, Corrupted!Alhaitham is spontaneous and does whatever he feels like doing at any given moment. This has brought along massive criticisms from his counterpart, but, it's not like he listens to his ‘nagging’. Alhaitham likes to follow rules and routines, Corrupted!Alhaitham loves breaking them.

Alhaitham resorts to many (marginally discreet) methods to learn about you, Corrupted!Alhaitham just corners you and demands you tell him everything. He thinks rationale and logicality are only impediments if he wants to claim something, which appalls Alhaitham. Corrupted!Alhaitham is much more ambitious and might even re-apply for the position of Grand Sage, not for knowledge or anything— but, for the absolute power the position would grant him.

The worst part of this is, his unhinged behavior is only reserved for you. The majority of people won't believe his change to begin with because of his ‘normal’ behavior in public, but, on top of that, Corrupted!Alhaitham blackmails you to not even think about telling anyone. After all, if normal Alhaitham can act insane, his counterpart can act 'normal' for a certain duration of time as well. If ‘Normal Alhaitham’ and Corrupted!Alhaitham can reach a consensus though, they'd be unstoppable. One with the perfect plans to ruin the competition and another unhesitant in executing them, they'll no doubt be deadly. But, judging by how often they clash, that's unlikely to happen very soon.

Or, imagine Corrupted!Alhaitham in the Vampire AU—however, this time as Vampire!Alhaitham's twin brother who few people know of. Corrupted!Alhaitham discovers that Vampire!Alhaitham was keeping you, someone he was tasked to ‘get rid of’, hidden from the Vampire Lords. He threatens Vampire!Alhaitham that he'll tell the lords about this unless, he shares you with him. It wasn't an easy negotiation though, but, brotherhood won in the end I guess?

Corrupted!Alhaitham doesn't love you like his twin and neither will he ‘protect’ you for your sake. At first, he only saw you as his blood bank. To him, you're an interesting creature he likes to poke and push for his entertainment. Heavens save you should you be alone with him. Vampire!Alhaitham isn't a saint either, after all, he did agree to this. He treats this as some sort an experiment as well, maybe one of your endurance or, if his twin will end up with the same feelings as him. After some time, Corrupted!Alhaitham might admit to himself that he's.. fond of you—but, only because you entertain him so well!

any brainrots on corrupted!alhaitham are warmly welcomed in my asks :>

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moralesmilesanhour · 5 months

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flowerbyte headcanons

Cuz the tag empty as hell and I am their self-appointed PR manager

It's one thing to think the other is cute. It's another thing to actually get to *know* them.

At first they bond over shared hobbies. Normal kiddie stuff like molecular physics, nothing too crazy

That is, until Miles asks a question that's juuust crossing the line between "okay" and "too personal"

That's when he realizes that Margo likes to keep people at an arm's length.

Which he only partially gets, because they've all got a secret identity to hide, and mental health issues to hide from their parents until they hit 18

But shouldn't it be different with him?

Okay now that all the people who were looking for fluff have left

Margo doesn't like to discuss feelings. They're messy and u can't program them to do what u want 💔 she likes to hide behind mild sarcasm and large sanrio plushies

If Miles hadn't asked her out first then she would've been content with an eternity of soft glances and awkward flirting

Miles is marginally better at feelings. In fact, there is no point at which she's unaware of how he feels about something

It's comforting. And terrifying

All of this is to say that their whole early relationship dynamic is trying to open up to each other while trying to keep the space-time continuum from falling apart like a Nature Valley bar

You know what's even more difficult than that? Inviting your bf that you've been interacting with via virtual avatar for like a year to your dimension

But it's fine. Miles makes a lot of bad jokes about the transition to color television in the 50s, tells her she's pretty, and it's fine.

He asks Margo about her favorite movies and shows so that he can psychoanalyze her and fine-tune his recommendations

She offers to fix all of his "vintage" electronics because they're a "historical marvel" or something

They're both annoying as hell together. God forbid you say something and they both take turns infodumping to you about The Thing like a neurodivergent tag team

Autism vs ADHD

Unstoppable force vs Immovable object. Miles is incredibly stubborn and needs things to happen in a Very Specific Way and Margo does shit in a completely different order every time and somehow they make it work

Those are all my brainrot thoughts for now feel free 2 add on if u want [disappears in a cloud of smoke]

#flowerbyte #cyberflower #cybershock #miles morales #margo kess #blabbering #spiderman across the spiderverse #moralesanhour

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tomuras · 1 year

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| The Best Time For Sunshine |

Warnings: Not sfw, Dubcon, Cock Riding, Overstim, Mindbreak, afab reader, he/him pronouns for Albedo, no pronouns for reader, Smut, A tad selfship i’ll admit haha, begging

Albedo x Top!Afab!Reader

A/n: Shoutout to my bestie for giving me the inspiration for the brainrot/writing (mwah ily @suyacho ) anyway enjoy some yummy albebe smut with me <3

“Y-yeah, just like that, keep going, baby.” Albedo moaned.

His hands were placed gently atop your hips and he moved you slowly to the rhythm of his lazy pumps, his hips reaching upwards to meet with yours. The feeling was sensational, something you’d never experienced before, everywhere you could feel your hairs stand at attention. His body felt good against yours, wonderful even. No feeling could compare, you were sure of that. Not a damn thing in Teyvat had felt as good as Albedo’s cock nestled inside of you. His hands, gentle and soft, had woven themselves around your plush skin like a precious promise. You hoped, prayed that the moment never ended.

Taking your hands you reached for the alchemist’s hair and spread your fingers through it, getting a good feel for it seconds before you gripped it tightly in your fist and pulled hard. He let out a pained whimper, and you watched with lust blown eyes as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he humped up into you faster and faster, until the fuse broke and he released himself inside of you. His nails dug into the skin of your hips, leaving red crescents in their path as he pumped himself in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

He was even more desperate and horny than the usual amount you were accustomed to and it riled you up even more than before. Taking him by his wrists you pinned his hands above his head and leaned your head down to give him a slow and passionate kiss.

“Be a good boy for me, mkay?” You purred, and the second he nodded was the moment you began to hop up and down on his cock.

He continued to nod and nod, the harder you jumped up and down on him, rendering him into a pile of mush. His brain became nothing but a combination of yeses and pleases, until he was inevitably coming inside of you, again, but not before he could be rendered weak by your constant bouncing once more. You were insatiable, an unstoppable force even in the literal sense. Your body seemed to move on its own, sticking your ass out you rode him nice and slow, making sure to savor every moment that Albedo moaned and whimpered out for more of you and your body.

“Please, baby, ‘s too much.” Albedo begged, but you only continued to break his mind with your body.

You knew, and so did he deep down, that this is what he truly wanted. He wanted to be immobilized from the sheer intense pleasure coursing through his veins. He works so hard day and night on his research that it was only fair that you offer the only thank you that you could offer. And so what if you show him with your body? Showing him just how smoothly and easily you could move against him, how you could pleasure him with sheer ease; so what if that’s the one way you knew how to do that? And so what if it worked? It was worth it to see Albedo squirm and cry underneath you like the pathetic man he was, no one would ever get to see this perfect sight and you were more than alright with that.

If it were up to you you’d keep Albedo all to yourself, but you knew that just wasn’t fair in the slightest. So, you’d keep this for yourself at the very least. And as he came for the umpteenth time, you weren’t sure of the specifics because it had been so many times already, and why keep count? You were focused on much more important things anyway, things like Albedo and his face twisted in agonizing euphoria. One that only you could truly satisfy.

His moans which caressed your skin encouraged you to go on and on, till he could hold out no longer and his head fell to the pillow in exhaustion and he begged you to stop. And after a few more good orgasms on both your ends you did, but only after he held out for just a little bit longer. Then you pulled yourself off of him and rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist as you gave him a small and tender kiss before you uttered those three pretty words against his lips, and the two of you fell into a blissful sleep.

#albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #albedo smut #albedo drabble #genshin smut #genshin drabble

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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heyyy basically

i’m feeling absolutely shit rn bc i’ve worked myself into an utter state (god i’m praying i don’t faint after my exam and nullify it) so like what better to do than to come up with a brainrot

just imagine, it’s fragile! reader and they’ve got an upcoming assessment, biggest of the semester but fuck they just can’t study. their headaches are debilitating and constant but they push through anyways because god they need to get that score. they can’t fall behind now. and dottores been watching you all day, he knows he can’t get in your way, you were practically unstoppable; it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place. but rn? god rn seeing you like this planted a strange feeling in his cold excuse of a heart and he knew he couldn’t just leave you like this. without a word, he saunters over, and gently pries the quill from your hands, you protest but you haven’t the energy for much more really and so you let him. you let him guide you to the bed and you let him lay you down and slip in next to you. he wasn’t a man who thought much of ‘cuddles’ or whatever the hell you called it. yet he wraps his arms around you, gentle yet so firm you’d think a breeze could snatch you away. yet he cradles a hand behind your head and runs his fingers through your tresses, combing out knots, combing out stress. yet he presses you against him and lets the unspoken reassurances flow onto you through the way he pulls you under his sanctity. ‘don’t break yourself’ whispered his fingers as they traced meaningless alchemical symbols on your skin. ‘you’re perfect the way you are, you don’t need to do this’ reassured the proximity between the two of you. the only word that was vocalised between in the quiet sanctuary was your name. there it hung, palpable and present in the air. and nothing more was needed to be said

LOL SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG, can u tell i’m dying for comfort rn 😭

HOPE THAG MAKES IP FOR MY ABSENCE LMAOO

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🌕 ANON?? THAT FIRST SENTENCE IS VERY ALARMING PLEASE REST??? Studying and working are important but you and your wellbeing are more important 💖 Balance is key, please make sure to relax 😔 But the brain rot? *chef kiss*

If you had the energy to, you'd laugh at how poor your situation was. This... mysterious illness of yours just had to appear when finals were right around the corner. If it was just a cold or a slight fever, you could have worked through it, just as you had many times before, but this pain was unlike any you ever had endured. But anyway, surely you could get through this. It was only a few more days, and you absolutely had to do good. Especially since this professor was notorious for his long and complicated exams. Especially because you couldn't bear to think what would happen if you fell behind. What Zandik would think of you.

You could always tell when Zandik was looking at you because anyone really could feel the piercing stare he gave off. You two studied in the same room but in different spaces for maximum concentration and organization. You used to ask him questions and such but you've been far too quiet now for his liking after since you became sick. And while he does admire how perseverant you are to knowledge, he does not enjoy forcing you to go to sleep or watching you barely touch your food while studying. Even he has to acknowledge the limitations of humanity. No human can properly function like this.

The silence he used to crave becomes unsettling, and he shall tolerate it no more. You don't even notice him coming up behind you, thinking he's too focused on his own stuff, so when your pen is plucked from you rather easily you're surprised for a good few seconds. You're opening your mouth to protest but the words don't come out when you see the expression on your lover's face. Zandik gives you a look that you have only seen a few times but understands well - the one where he will have his way, he won't take no for an answer.

So when he pulls you from your desk and lays you on the bed, you can't help but mutter some grumbles as to how you were perfectly fine, and he did this kind of stuff before so why couldn't you do it, which he promptly shuts you up with a flick to the forehead and soft blankets. He doesn't verbalize it but it's because you are clearly tired and sick. You are sick with something he doesn't understand for once in his life and he cannot seem to find any kind of information or research or anything whether it was from hundreds of years ago to a few. And you are pushing yourself through it with no knowledge of the consequences, and no knowledge means no predictability. And then means there is uncertainty which he does not like when it comes to you. For once, he is unsure. Zandik does not enjoy that feeling.

When he initiates the act of cuddling you are surprised but do not question or tease him for once, as comfort was what you desired the most now. Your senses were all hazy from the onslaught of illness and studying and he was being so un-Zandik-like but you lived for moments like these. Your brain had trouble processing his movements but he was doing all the things you enjoyed, fuzziness and heat warming your body. You could make out the lines being drawn on your body, a habit he tended to do unconsciously. The rubbing of your skin in the sore places from studying nonstop. No words needed to be said. Zandik wasn't very adept with flowery words anyway, and you preferred it that way. This meant more than words could convey, and you fell asleep quickly in your beloved's arms.

Zandik looked at you, completely knocked out with not-so-subtle eyebags. Your painfully weak grasp on his shirt. You were far smarter than what a test said anyway. He himself knew that for sure. Maybe that final of yours will be postponed. Better yet, canceled. He'll see what he can do.

Whenever I'm in Sumeru I'm always reminded of how I'd NEVER EVER join the Akademiya because of how hellish it seems, so much work and years to graduate, too much thinking, way too many smart people there who would talk circles around me, uniform, studying, failing, no sleep, and then there are students like Layla barely surviving 😭 I have no talent but sign me up for theater 🙏

Anyway... I appreciate all short and long brain rots, they're so 🥰 I wish I could provide more comfort but... *hugs you* <33

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #this was delicious bUT PLEASE DONT OVERWORK YRSELF 😭😭😭#as a student i can relate bUT!!!!#youve clearly worked so hard and youre going to do great 💖#TAKE A BREAK AND REST OTHERWISE...

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pandas-pandemonium · 1 year

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Yandere! John Constantine brainrot

because i really hate that they made him kinda attractive in the dcamu movies. Anyways-

Constantine who keeps you trapped in the House of Mystery

Constantine who uses a binding spell/curse to keep you tied to him

Constantine whose coldness sometimes makes you wonder if he loves you but when he's back and drowning you in kisses you have no doubt that this man is utterly obsessed

Constantine who just loves seeing his marks on you, whether that be symbols engraved in your skin to keep you with him, or more... intimate forms of marking, he's covered your body with every bit of him

Constantine who doesn't mind if you try to escape. You'll come back soon anyway

Constantine who truly is a force to be reckoned with, especially as a yandere when he has so many spells at his fingertips, he's practically unstoppable

#yandere john constantine #yandere! constantine #yandere dc #yandere dc x reader

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aroanthy · 5 months

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i've thoroughly enjoyed everything you already said on the topic and would like to ask if there is anything else you might want to get off your chest about saionjis gender shit if it strikes the fancy?

i am the transfem saionji truther, we know this, but mannnn. her whole thing with masculinity is so damn interesting and i see very few people actually grasp at what's going on in that (malcolm tucker voice) abandoned barn of a brain of hers. that was a joke btw her brain is not an abandoned barn she actually makes some of the most astute points in the whole show lmfao. anyway

saionji's masculine ideal is much more informed by traditionally japanese ideas of gender, as opposed to the americanised 'modern man' masculinity that akio peddles. like saionji thinks that princes are cringe. he's just also tormented by the fact that no one else thinks that and everyone loves these princes and because he's got the world's biggest inferiority complex, he can only think that he's wrong, that he's been left behind to a world deemed 'unspecial' because of some innate quality about him. and whenever saionji thinks this (all the time) he becomes fucking awful to be around.

i digress. saionji takes being the president of the kendo club very seriously, not just because he takes Everything seriously but-- well. arguably the reason that he takes Everything seriously is because of his practice of kendo. i think it's a bit of a chicken and the egg situation wrt 'is saionji Just Like That or did his warrior grindset make him that way'. kendo is really important to him, and the way that he and touga are (rarely, lol) able to connect through it would suggest, i argue, that it's a good and healthy thing for him to have in his life. same goes for touga but that's a different post about 1000 other things.

i think this gets at a) something rgu is trying to get at wrt americanisation and a critique of aspects of japanese culture that doesn't then discard that culture altogether. ikuhara does this a lot more obviously in his other shows. and then b) on a character-level, it's about separating something valuable and important (the practice of kendo) from ideas that have enmeshed themselves with it bc Society (misogyny, namely). saionji's conception of masculinity is all about kendo, and he likes kendo, but he's uncomfortable with/stifled by this expectation of Manliness that he simply cannot access in a way he's comfortable with. it's only when he lets himself forget about his obsession with power dynamics and Being A Man that he can just. enjoy this aspect of his life that informs how he lives it so wholly. tldr girls can be kendokas too. which is obvious to people who aren't as misogyny-brainrotted as ohtori academy student saionji kyouichi, but swagever.

btw if anyone whose better educated on nuances of japanese culture than i, white british person whose only read a handful of academic articles on the subject, thinks something ive said here is off in any way, please let me know!! i always always always want to gain a better understanding of rgu as a distinctly japanese show, my lack of resources and formal education on these topics be damned!!

i just think saionji is an androgynous legend who should get into textile crafts. let her woodcarve and knit. she'll be unstoppable. practical queen etc etc. lets embrace gender anarchy together

#that's all :)#i mean its not i didnt even talk about sexaulity as relative to gender nor did i mention wakaba's egg cracking dorm room #but that's bc i didnt want to write about it rn #and this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while #send me asks!!!! i promise i like answering them it just takes me a while sometimes!!!!!!!#dais.txt #dais talks trans #new tag yay

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jaethecreator · 2 months

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SKZ ATLA AU PART 2

ok this au is all over the place but lemme go ahead and spill more brainrot since people liked it !!!!!! here is part 1:

so after minho and han realize they need to save the gaang, they have a lil zuko/katara episode. minho, being the apprentice to the firelord, has great control of his firebending and is essentially an unstoppable force. han's healing bending is a great aid to their success in finding and saving the others, but also during this time he realizes he must use his bloodbending if he wants them to have better chances. more than likely, the rebels will know how to counter minho or to handle/distract him, since they're planning to ransom his brother for the end of the war. when minho asks how han will fight, han decides to be honest and explain his own intentions as well. how he learned bloodbending against his will, the pain he'd been in since that day, the nightmares and anxiety, everything. minho is ever understanding, and urges han to only use it if he truly feels he needs to. he reassures him that with his firebending, there will be no need.

OK MEANWHILE !!! TO THE GAAAAAAAAAANG

felix woke up in the middle of the night with sweat running down his neck. that night, he'd had a vision that he was going to lose something. the dream didnt explain what it was or WHO it was he'd be losing, so with a building feeling of anxiety he leaves his tent to check on everyone. chan and changbin had both fallen asleep sat against each other, having promised to take turns keeping watch. felix remembers them fighting over who would watch first earlier that night, mainly because the two men couldn't admit that they wanted to protect the other. after watching changbin sleeping with a pout on his lips and arms crossed though, chan couldn't help the gentle coo that left his lips, before tucking into his side and falling asleep himself. he continues walking to the next tent, seeing both jeongin and seungmin together. the both of them are sprawled out like starfish, but their hands are linked somehow between the mess of limbs. felix chuckles and shakes his head, before walking to han's tent. he knows han is probably asleep, especially since his nightmares have been getting worse the closer to the fire nation they grew. part of him felt bad for wishing han was awake inside, because he felt selfish for wanting to seek han's company after his own less-intense nightmare. however, when he sees han missing from his tent, the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. immediately he's breathing quickly, trying to rationalize and calm himself down.. trying to convince himself han might just have walked away to cool off. before he can walk away to go looking for han, felix hears yelling. an ambush.

if felix had used the avatar state, he could have surely protected everyone and taken care of those ambushing him. however, after his lack of control in recent situations, he fears entering the state will hurt more than help. and without han there to keep him calm and to guide him, felix feels lost. instead, he and the others stand to fight. however, a gas slowly fills their camp, rendering the gaang useless. one by one, they fall to the ground. seungmin catches jeongin's body as he goes limp, trying to plug his nose to keep him awake. as he struggles to protect his friend (and the one he loves most) seungmin falls on top of him, knocked out from whatever was released into the air. changbin and chan rose the second they heard yelling, struggling to remain conscious as they began using their bending to create a shield. looking to seungmin and jeongin, they awaited the two to use their air powers to blow the gas away. however, seeing the two younger members of their group passed out, changbin and chan both stopped their bending to pick them up. felix took to attacking the ambushers, using his martial arts while changbin and chan tried to focus on defense. however, with the gas filling their lungs, the air monks on their backs felt heavier and heavier, until both changbin and chan succumbed to the gas. felix, enraged, entered the avatar state. before he could fully unleash his attack, however, his body had ingested enough of the gas to fall to the ground. one by one, the members are loaded up and taken away chained and shackled. realizing they'd also gotten a hand on the avatar, the rebels feel a surge of success and ambition. if they can ransom the firelord's second son to end the war, they could also threaten the firelord with the presence of the avatar.

when the gaang is dropped off at the rebel's camp, hyunjin realizes in horror that felix and his crew have been kidnapped too. through the bars of his enclosure, hyunjin tries to touch felix to wake him, his hands gravitating towards his face. while opening one of his eyes, hyunjin gasps in relevation that felix's eyes are pure white like how he is in the avatar state, but since his body and conscience are dormant, the power is sitting in an inactive vessel, essentially. realizing the boy he'd been flirting with is the avatar, hyunjin's heart grows cold, believing that felix was only manipulating him to get to the firelord.

thankfully for the team, seungmin and jeongin were jailed together, which was a bad choice on the rebel's part. however, they're nowhere near where the others are. instead, they're in some type of boiler room where the air is thick with smoke. being the youngest two of the group and having lost their temple, doubts trickle into their mind. seungmin feels the worst, knowing he tried his best to protect jeongin but had failed. instead of speaking the truth about his guilt and his failed attempt, seungmin instead voices his anger at the situation. he lists how they shouldn't have helped the avatar, how they should have followed monk orders and relocated like instructed in their learnings. jeongin disagrees, urging that they had done the right thing. seungmin snaps at jeongin, raising his voice and saying that it was jeongin's idea in the first place to follow them, not his own. that he only followed jeongin because that's all hes ever done. obviously, our boy seungmin is struggling and is projecting his guilt and anger at himself onto jeongin. definitely getting "i'm not a bad dog.. i don't know why i bite" vibes from this scene. jeongin is quiet for a moment, before saying that he never forced seungmin to make the same choices as him. he's hurt, and seungmin knows, but jeongin tries his best to keep his tone unbothered. they've never been the type to voice their real feelings easily, always messing around and never being serious. ILL EXPLAIN HOW THEY GET FREE IN THE NEXT PART ;)

now to talk about my beloveds BINCHAAAAAAN !!

unfortunately for these two rivals (who are extremely in love but they dont wanna say it smh), they're both held separately. chan doesn't know where changbin is, or whether or not he's even alive. the same goes for changbin. chan swore to himself that he’d keep changbin safe, especially after the incident at the earth kingdom when he found the younger injured and left as the only one alive. meanwhile, changbin has always wanted to show that chan never had to shoulder any pain or responsibility alone. they're both generals, but because chan is older, he'd always take the short end of the stick if it meant changbin would have better opportunities. even as rivals, chan can't help but give changbin every advantage he possibly can. changbin wanted to have chan rely on him, and to need him instead. so when chan came to save him, he was thankful, but he also felt deep shame that he needed saving from the other (as a rival but also as someone who wants to be equal). changbin can't help but worry about what chan is willing to do to save and protect him, and so he views it best that he try to escape on his own instead of waiting to be saved again so he can look for chan. and for once, chan doesn't fight. instead, he sits and waits to find out where changbin is being held, believing that he'd rather remain in captivity than be free without changbin. THE MISCOMMUNICATION IN THIS ENTIRE AU IS SO ASTONISHING !!!! but can u blame them? damn they can't even sleep without getting kidnapped

OK ENOUGH RAMBLING PART 3 HAS MORE ON THE WAY

#stray kids #skz #jae skz atla au #skz au #skz writing #minsung #binchan #hyunlix #seungin #hyunjin #felix #bangchan #lee know #changbin #seungmin #i.n #han jisung

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luminouslywriting · 1 month

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Hi. First of all let me just say that I’m really excited about Mastermind. Loving what you’ve written so far and I’m looking forward to more.

Second of all, all of this Brady content!!! Oh my god. I’m obsessed. The Brady brainrot is so real!

Could you possibly write some headcanons for John Brady being with a woman who is just turned on by him doing the most basic of things. Because honestly who wouldn’t be. Love to hear your thoughts on his reactions.

Darling Nonny, you are so sweet about Mastermind and that absolutely made my day! As for the Brady brainrot, it lives rent free in my head haha! So yes, I’d love to do this one for you! And remember, my inbox is always open for requests, OC asks, or if you just want to talk MOTA haha! I wasn’t going to post this until tomorrow but I’m currently fighting off anxiety about a medical exam so this is my coping mechanism 😅 Spice below the cut! And also cut for length haha

-I think he’s blissfully unaware about at least HALF of the simple things that he does that’s a turn on for you. But the other half….absolutely intentional haha. -Cleaning his instruments…….listen IT’S THE HANDS OKAY?? It’s the way in which he carefully sweeps his hands over the saxophone or the piano and takes great care to polish it nice and neat. There’s something about watching him do that and knowing that he could make you a mess in less steps than that haha.

-Also though if he’s PLAYING the saxophone?? Legs clenched together and imagining what that mouth is capable of. This one he’s fully aware of and knows that it will always end in a sinful session of body worship.

-Similarly, yard work. If he’s out there doing some good ol’ fashioned manual labor, you are getting hot under the collar and wanting him to come and attend to some matters inside the house. -Doing the dishes? There’s something about seeing his sleeves rolled up, a concentrated expression on his face, and the way that the water and soap sticks to his arms. -Washing the car….and oh he knows about this one. Mostly because he’s very intentional about when he washes the car and the effect it has on you. He’s SLOWLY washing the car and glancing back towards the window or the door and just waiting for you to make an appearance. -If he helps you make bread and his hands are kneading at it….well you’re definitely imagining those hands kneading elsewhere babe

-He has a very intentional habit of helping you with your shoes, especially if they are heeled. He’s careful about it and always presses a kiss to the inside of your ankle when he’s done and ugh—the amount of times this has made you late to church or to a work party is ASTRONOMICAL.

-Water fights are big turn ons that usually end in some sort of sex, whether it be in the pool or stop the kitchen counter or in the bathtub

-When he’s doing up his tie for church? The things that you imagine that could be done with that tie? S I N F U L

-John Brady tends to be a blushy surprised mess if it’s something out of the blue or if you’re low on time and running late

-But if he knows that he’s got some time? -He is SUCH a tease and he’s about to make you lose your mind with the lack of actual action or friction

-If you get bratty or whiny about the teasing, he’s definitely going to edge you to the point of being an overstimulated mess

-HIM HOLDING OR INTERACTING WITH KIDS

-I just know that this gets the both of you going and there’s no stopping the way it sparks an unstoppable desire to be pregnant

#mota #mota fanfic #john brady headcanons #john brady x reader #john brady #ladies who brady #masters of the air x reader

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gingersp1ce547 · 2 months

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ok it’s jojoever i have brainrot now i need to assign stands to every qsmp eggs

ramon : Killer Queen - bombs + cat what more do i need to say

Chayanne : Pearl Jam - Just making extremely good food

Tallulah : Hermit Purple - Thorns design that reminds of Rose

Leo : Purple Haze - Color matches + rabid dog vibes

Sunny : Emerald green - using jewels to fight is perfect for her

Empanada : Paisley Park - don’t have an explanation, em just gives me yasuho vibes

Pepito : Bohemian Rhapsody - go make spider-man real king

Dapper : Gold experience - gruesomely killing your enemies with your knowledge of living creatures is such a dapper thing

Pomme : Sex Pistols - go my little sniper queen

Richas : Heaven’s door - Perfect for an artist with a taste for fofoca

Dude i saw the word sex pistols in the context of stands my brain went “part 5? PART 5!” Like a dog hearing its name being called so im more than happy to brain rot with you bout all of this!

-killer queen is so perfect for ramon. If he had it during the election arc, fit would have to have stopped him form making foolish a speck of ash on the floor after he arrested tazercraft

-chays fits so well from a symbolic, “stands are a reflection of ones soul” perspective too. Like even though he’s a warrior, at heart he the main thing he cares about is taking care of his family though both physical protection and just general wellbeing. Such a good pick for him

-Hermit purple is such a good pick with tallulah. Im imagining phil sighing as he pulls out another camera for her to destroy before they eventually start having super cheap ones on hand for that exact purpose

-Listen i see purple haze for leo, i get it i can see the vision. But my fugo loving brain refuses to let go of what purple haze means for him as a stand symbolically and wants to give it to q!cellbit EVEN THOUGH WERE ONLY TALKING ABOUT THE EGGS.

Anyways in context of only assigning stands to the eggs 100% i think she should get out purple haze, but if were talking about everyone i also think born this way would be a really good fit for her and i cant quite explain why outside of the vibes just mathcing in my head

-sunny would so be besties with emerald green. Like tubbo would have to not only give sunny stuff but also it. I can totally see her giving it a nickname and its own room and stuff

-Your so right about empanda having yasuho vibes. Something about the crypticness of the power of paisley park coupled with all the shit both the characters have been though mashes really well together

- Bohemian rhapsody is so fucking funny for pepito. Especially because like idk if youve ever read any jojo’s fanfics but theirs this really good one called chimera were long story short the ascended version of dio from eyes over heaven goes to another universe and just fucks with the dio their by basically forcing him on a part jumping self-betterment arc? Anyways during it the author had the reason ungalo’s life became so shit was because he accidentally used his stand to make the story of holes come true with him acting as the main character and now every tine i think about that stand i cant not think of that.

But anyways him and roier would abuse the fuck out of his stand and it would in fact be hilarious

-As a giorno lover, dapper is so giorno coded. He would be so fucking unstoppable with that stand even without it being its requiem version. I can so see him using it to fuck with his dad for funnsies too.

-Pomme would be so sweet to the pistols too, she would make sure they get the best treats. I think at first she would struggle with keeping them in line but with etoiles help she would be the perfect balance of stern and sweet.

-richas with heavens door would be the absolute worst. Like the biggest menace ever. He would use it on his parents to make it so they could never give him a bath again and then they would have to find a work around for what doesnt count as bath but still technically got him clean until their able to convince him to reverse it.

#qsmp #gingersp1ce547 #jo-qsmp-jo #<- the tag i have decided for all of these posts #pommunist tag

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wetcatspellcaster · 7 months

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for the dvd meme, chapter 7 of pieces still stuck in your teeth, from where astarion says "i knew it" to "you returned to me. i knew you would." i've read that chapter like five times it's SO delightful, SUCH a fun narrative payoff too HAHA

Thank you for the ask, anon! I will copy and paste the text you're referring to under the keep reading tab, just so this doesn't end up being too long/I don't expose my IRL mutuals to the horniest part of my fic lol :')

So, here we are, at the horniest part of my fic :-)

In more serious commentary, this was one of the scenes I had from the very inception of this story - I knew that Astarion was going to have killed people to get Tav back to the Gate, and I knew he was going to reveal it at literally The Worst Possible moment. I really wanted to write a chapter that turned from horny to horror without warning, and this is the speech that I envisaged doing that work for me. As such, it went through many, many drafts!

I know I said this in comments at the time, but... when examining this chapter from Astarion's perspective? Why *wouldn't* he be this fucking cocky? He has no idea what's going on in Rose's mind or why she's agreed to go to his house so easily, and why she's gotten so close to him with complete disregard of the wider situation. So as far as he's concerned, he murdered a bunch of people (which was the only risk in his plan, he thinks) and she's still down to fuck only days later. Honestly, he doesn't even *need* the ego he has, to think this is a done deal.

I also said this a lot in comments, but as such, any respect he held out for her is just gone in this moment, and that's why he immediately plays his whole hand, because he doesn't see her as a worthy opponent in the slightest. I was leaning on what developers/writers said about how he loses respect for people who fall for the superficial sex appeal and endanger themselves because of it- if this is the means by which he can do them harm, then he feels they've sealed their own fate. In his eyes, this is exactly what Rose looks like in this moment (not knowing anything about her own hidden agenda).

I also think that, if you've romanticised the one thing you've lost and can never get back, and then suddenly it's there, and it's almost... too easy, then that also makes you disappointed and angry. Maybe part of the reason he says all this heinous stuff here to try and test the waters further, maybe even anger her so there's some spark of a challenge or a fight. Maybe he wanted to make everything a little more difficult for the both of them, just so it stays fun and interesting.

As I said in previous asks, I am not really a Dead Dove writer - I appreciate the girlies who are, but it's just not something I can do (I mean, I can't even write smut lmfao). So I wanted the violation and emotional impact of non-con without any of the graphic depictions of it... lots of people have said in comments that the moment he refuses to let her go is the moment he proves he's evil, and I certainly approve of this interpretation. But here, I was mostly just in thrall to the Yandere tag lmao. He can't imagine her protests being true bc he can't imagine a world where they aren't destined for each other. And also, in this case, a world where his seduction techniques (now so well honed, now nearly unstoppable, now the only thing people seem to want from him) do not work - especially on her.

As to some specifics about the section itself:

the phrase 'little love' is, I feel, single handedly responsible for any and all Ascended ending brainrot I have. Like COME ON. What a term of endearment! What a term of endearment to MAKE EVIL!!!!

'I was bored' got workshopped a lot as the 'foreshadowing' phrase, bc I really struggled to find something that was both vague but also had ambiguous meaning from the beginning. If the delivery is a little clunky here, that's why... I agonised over this for weeks lmao

'Every meal without savour' - cue Chapter Ten, when he gets really excited that Rosalie wants to drink hot chocolate with him, and briefly loses any composure bc the future he envisages is finally getting tested out.

"how you much used to hate slavers.” This is me still making digs at Grymforge, 4 months later. Fucking Grymforge.

"You yourself would've carved through that room like a righteous blade, my love." Look. I wrote this line. And I decided. It would work on me.

DVD commentary ask

"I knew it,” he repeated.

“I knew it was only a matter of distance," he muttered into her shoulder, almost to himself. He kissed the spot: she jumped at the touch, and he hummed approvingly. "I knew that the moment I got you here, darling heart, that this would be inevitable. A matter of days, Rosalie. That is all the time you could hold out on me, the longest you could bear to resist. You don’t want me to charm you? Fine. I don’t need glamour, to make you like this. Let us both know that this was all you, and only ever for me.”

She tensed up, and he soothed again, making a chiding sound. “Hush, now, don’t be prideful. Why fight this, little love? Why deny yourself? You're not very good at it. Isn’t it so much better, this way? Doesn’t it feel good?"

"I - what?" Rosalie said, fighting to clear her head as fear and desire warred within her thoughts.

Had he not caught her? Because if so, she had done what was needed. But now she was trapped - and each word that came out of Astarion's mouth was more sinuous and sinister than the last, coiling decadently around her.

"So bored,” Astarion murmured in a low voice, nosing along her collarbone, breathing her in. “Every day the same, every day interminable. Every meal without savour, every conversation dull, and I knew you were what's missing. I knew it. I knew all I had to do was lure you back to me. And you do so love to play hard to get, but it wasn’t exactly difficult, was it, my love-?”

Rosalie struggled to make sense of what he was saying. It wasn’t precisely a threat, but it wasn’t bedroom talk either. What did he mean by ‘bored’?

No, actually, Shadowheart had said, when Rosalie had asked how the Vampire Ascendent had responded to the murders. He gave a three word reply: ‘I was bored.’

“No, in fact, it was easy,” Astarion smirked into her skin. “You put up a good front, my darling. But here you are: with me. Where you’re supposed to be. Where you will stay. You will make everything better. All I needed to do was to make you come back to me, and finally, here you are.”

Rosalie froze up. Her mind began to whir, almost as if she couldn’t dare let herself think, to follow the logic too far to its horrible, inevitable conclusion…

"The party," she said, heart pounding. “Those people who died-”

She tried to pull against his hold on her hands, moving her body back as far back from his as it would go. But it was like pulling on iron shackles, and Astarion didn't budge, simply leaning in further into her space, her legs trapped on either side of his body, and the evidence of his reaction to her utterly impossible to avoid.

"All terrible, heinous people, I assure you," Astarion told her conversationally, kissing his way along her shoulder without any concern for her sudden resistance. "No one who deserves to be mourned: all wretches and ingrates, murderers and thieves and flesh peddlers and slavers - I remember, pet, how you much used to hate slavers.”

Rose tugged at her hands, again - he ran his thumbs over her knuckles, and pinned them down harder.

“You yourself would've carved through that room like a righteous blade, my love. But I did it, all for you. I invited them all there, and they all came, like the cattle they are. And then I slaughtered them for their crimes, and now they’ve served their purpose, for here you are again, with me, once more."

Astarion's mouth was still moving all over her skin, which had begun to crawl. He reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra as he narrated. He whispered the words against her, like her body was made for his secrets, and then kissed the flesh, open mouthed.

"Astarion," Rose said, "you need to stop - I need to think - you said you didn't do it for any reason-"

His hands came up to her arms, and tightened to bruising, holding her in place even as his thumbs stroked circles designed to soothe.

"Of course there was a reason. You said that if I killed people, you'd come back and stop me," he said, moving back and pressing his forehead against hers, silvery lashes blurring with the closeness of her vision. His breath ghosted across her still-damp mouth as he smiled with utter tranquillity. “But you didn't try to stop me, did you? Cornered in Ramazith, and you simply let me walk away. And now, here you are. You just… came back. You returned to me. I knew you would."

#wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #dvd commentary ask #asks #anons #thank you for your compliment I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter anon!#ask games

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🧸Asks: "I will share DoL PC stuff soonlater (got a lot of stuff to do today argh) but I had a brainrot thought that I can't let go of and I need to yeet it at you!! Bear (🧸) with me on this one, idk if you've heard similar ideas or not oop.

What if Ian found the tape first? I mean, he's starring in the reboot, the director might have handed him a box of old tapes of the show to get a feel for the character he'll be playing. Sure, it's mostly normal episodes, but one of the tapes must have gotten mixed up... Something about an '84 Incident'? But he's curious now, plays it anyway...

Jack recognises an opportunity when he sees it. I mean, this has to be fate! This little ray of sunshine is going to be resurrecting the Sunnytime Crew! But, well, this 'Ian' can't give his all to the role if he's hurting so much inside. The kids at home will know he's not genuinely happy. So Jack will just have to fix that!

Ian reminds him a lot of what he went through as Joseph. A difficult home life, struggling to fit in with peers, the pressure of the industry forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do... Jack knows about Y/N, he knows that Ian cheated, but he knows why Ian did what he did. (Patreon spoilers I guess?) And he knows that Ian still loves them.

It starts off less-than-altruistic, if he's being honest. I mean, the more Ian trusts Jack, the more open he is to 'suggestions'. He shows him how to be the best Sunny Day Jack he can be, how to be more confident, how to be strong enough to win Y/N back, to be worthy of them! And maybe a little possession could help with that, you know? Practice makes perfect. Muscle memory. Ian tries to rationalise it as 'method acting', but he's really liking this new version of himself.

Being connected like that, well, it's a closeness neither of them are used to. Ian comes out of his shell, keeping more of that confidence even when he's not possessed. And Jack, well, he starts to feel some of Ian's emotions towards Y/N. He wants them to come back, to be with Ian again, to be with BOTH of them.

Honestly idk how it would work out, I have two options in my brainsoup and both are equally appealing. On the one hand, Ian and Y/N discuss the problems in their relationship, how they've grown as people, and seeing the genuine change in Ian is enough for Y/N to give him another chance. Also Jack is there because I'm a poly bitch and Jack has two hands lmao.

On the other hand... well, Ian's already said he NEEDS to have you back in his life, right? And if Jack felt the same way, so desperate for that connection he felt in Ian's memories, yearning to be a part of it, willing to do ANYTHING for his sunshine... Two yanderes, fused into one Sunny Day Jack, would be unstoppable."

OH POLYAM IAN LOVER BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

I love this so much, Ian is in like prime position for Jack to manipulate him!! Especially because of [REDACTED PATREON SPOILER THAT'S DRIVING ME INSANE THAT I CAN'T TALK ABOUT BUT DEAR GOD] Jack is definitely able to use his therapy speak to get Ian believing that all he wants is to help him heal from his trauma!!!

And then the two of them both getting yandere over Sunshine... I love it!!! Ian definitely has latent yandere tendencies imo, and Jack has overt ones. So like. Combined... dear lord. Good luck, Sunshine!

#sunshine #🧸 anon #god the patreon thing!!!!!! makes me feral!!!!!!!#I need to talk to other patreon people about it without non-patreon people around #but like !!!!! god how fucking bad are the Ian haters gonna feel. When they Find Out.

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Ally | Optional Bias

Pairing: Optional Male Bias x Female Reader (but! the characters are drinking whiskey so both the bias and the reader must be of legal drinking age.)

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive (?)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Sharing whiskey from mouth to mouth, french kissing, they're way too in love with each other and everything is super poetically dramatic, they're super supporting and praise each other a lot, reader has nasty coworkers, nicknames like warrioress, queen, love, darling

Word count: 1.579

A/N: This was Kihyun brainrot (Monsta X) but I wrote it as optional bias so that everyone can enjoy it :) Let me know who you imagined in the story!

Light invaded the apartment as soon as the switch was hit. Throwing his suit jacket on the back of the couch, your man pulled his tie loose while heading straight to his high cupboard in the back of the kitchen. That's where he kept the whiskey.

"I wonder if they ever get tired of being so goddamn fake." Your anger was still aparent, turning your words cold and harsh.

"I cannot understand where people's priorities lie, honestly." He backed you up, his voice on the verge of achieving calmness, but not quite there yet. He was still irritated, and the two clear glasses clinked as he set them down on the low height table next to the couch. He opened the whiskey bottle and poured himself a shot, straight. A tiny sip was all it took for him to sigh, a hand running through his hair and leaving it messy on his forehead.

You were finally faced with such a great opportunity - you and your boyfriend had the opening to collaborate on a work project, putting your talents to great use and his just as much. It was something that left both of you sparkling with joy and excitement, but we all know life has it's ways to mess things up. Now you're sitting in his kitchen, angry and exhasperated because your workmates seem to be sabotaging you. Insulting your ideas, finding inexistent flaws in your work ethic and twisting your words until you were about to commit murder if your boyfriend didn't stop you. You've been mumbling, scheming with him the whole night, planning ahead of how to take the project back into your hands properly. He agreed with your every word, anger and stress consuming him just as much. He invited you to his place so that you two could unwind after the events and try to distract yourselves. Many people called you crazy, considering that you haven't dated him long, just a few months - but no man has ever made you feel this supported, this heard before. You went from friends to lovers specifically because you've never felt such a strong trust bond with anyone, and even if it turned out to doom you later - he felt worth the risk. That's what your heart said, damned be your mind.

You took a deep breath. It's okay, it's going to be okay. You're gonna make it through, gonna put things back on track. You believed in your power and his combined - the cruel ocean and the unstoppable wind mashing together in a tsunami, ready to swallow and drown any opposing structures.

Once your eyes landed on his, you couldn't part them. He was so raw, so disheveled, in the dim light coming all the way from the kitchen. His tie was barely hanging on to the white collar dress shirt, the first button undone to let the chill creep to his chest. One knee was risen on the couch, his wrist resting on it, fingers round his whiskey glass. He wasn't paying attention to you, looking down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. Absentmindedly, he raised the glass to his lips to take a sip, and that's when his eyes flicked up and found your shape across the room. He gulped shortly and smiled, his face warming up despite the piercing cold glare he had in his eyes seconds ago.

"I'm sorry, darling." He cooed sweetly. "Should I have poured you a glass too?" You smiled back at him, taking the necessary steps to reach him.

"No, yours will do." He rose an eyebrow at your answer, but the warmth never left his face. He was awfully curious, though. "Keep your mouth open." You told him, grabbing the whiskey glass from in between his legs. He had a questioning look on now, as he watched your every movement.

You took a large amount of whiskey in your mouth then laid the glass back on the table. It sure packed a punch, its sweet taste almost nauseating, you could feel the burn even if you never swallowed. You kept the whiskey in your mouth as you crawled over him - he helped you settle in his lap, your form towering over his, your lips just above his. Playful, his tongue darted to lick your lips, before he slightly parted his and allowed you to the same, the whiskey slipping into his mouth drop by drop. He moaned, and it was as if he was calling upon the angels, in such a sinful situation. The whiskey burned his tongue, his throat, as he swallowed against your mouth, and you did the same. It was strong, too strong, intoxicating you much more than a normal drink should; and it wasn't the alcohol's fault. You both wanted more, searching for remnants of that sweet taste on each other's tongues. But it wasn't rough or rushed, no, you somehow still had the patience to be slow and sensual, your taste buds both burning and exploding. Gently, you kissed the drop of liquid that escaped the corner of his lips, before it became burdensome due to stickiness.

"Your kisses burn my throat, darling." He mused poetically, his eyes dazed but trying his best to look into your eyes, like he was hanging on the edge.

Something sparked inside of you, and suddenly your fingers were holding his face, the side of his neck, anything they could to pull him closer to your mouth, kissing him, but not gently. No, not anymore - now you were hungry, there was a fire in your soul, an ache only he could fix. He was hanging onto you for dear life, his fingers grasping at your hips. He wanted to pull you closer, but was there even a closer to pull you into? You were already living inside him, his mind, his heart, his soul. And god, he loved it when you ravished him, those moments when he forgets he wasn't yours ever since time began to exist. Because it feels right, it feels like that's actually how it is, how it always has been. He's yours.

You had no more air in you lungs when you pulled away, but you were both so happy. So, so happy to just breathe, foreheads glued to each other, warmth traveling every ounce of your bodies.

"I want this to last forever." He whispered to you, his lips moving close to your cheek, his breath tickling you.

"Sharing whiskey in the dim light?" You joked innocently, tipping his chin up with a finger, so he'd look straight into your eyes. Those eyes, they will be the end of him from the way they bewitch him.

"As much as I'd love to be drunk on you forever, no." He replied to your joke, a smirk creeping on both your faces. "This intensity. This alliance." He gave you the real answer, but this time he was quite solemn. "I never thought I'd ever feel so safe with another human being." It's like he's reading your mind. For a second, you ponder if you are even separate being to begin with. You were so eager to tell him you feel the exact same, but he kept talking and you didn't want to interrupt him. "God, I feel like I can win any goddamn fight life throws at me with you by my side." You caressed his face with your thumb, gifting him a look that could only be described as pure love. "And I'll be damned if I don't help you win every fight as well."

"You'll fight for me?" He hummed in response at your quiet voice, closing his eyes in delight at your gentle touches. But then, he reached out to also hold your face in his hands. You were a mess of tangled arms, but the moment was sincere.

"My love, my warrioress, my queen, you're so powerful."

It's not that you were going to argue, but part of it was also because of him. He was empowering you, the was giving wind behind your wings on a daily. You've been more powerful, invincible even, since he showed up in your life.

"I am?" You cooed, and he answered in a single breath, without thinking.

"Yes."

"How powerful?" You asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You were getting a little cocky from the praise, but he wasn't bothered. He pondered for a second, in search of the right words, but the smile he wore was fond.

"So powerful that anyone would have to be crazy to cross you." You laughed, memories of the messy evening flooding back to you. Maybe you were a little too harsh on your colleagues. Maybe. "So powerful that every day I yearn to become stronger and better myself, so that I can stand next to you as an ally and be deserving of your love and effort."

"You deserve it all, my love." You reassured him, caressing him, pecking his face softly.

"I want to be your ally forever." He repeated, and you nodded.

"Me too. I'd love that." He softly pulled you into his chest, and you melted in between his arms, your ears getting closer to the sound of his heartbeat, the melody of his love beating for you. He held you so close, so dear, and the safety of your presence allowed him to close his eyes, and behind his eyelids he dreamt of forever.

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