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kiss kiss fall in love ( + blurry post kiss sketches)
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WHEN THEY'RE DADS
and they take their children to the work
pairing: dad & husband! cyno, kaveh, lyney, wriothesley x fem! reader
cw: original characters, slightly ooc to fit the plot, parenthood, domesticity and fluff. not beta-read.
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Cyno
If the Matras had ever dared to think that they'd see a softer, more relaxed side from their general since he had become a father, they could not have been more mistaken as Cyno remained as ruthless and as sternly faithful to his beliefs as he had always been.
In fact, the birth of the twins only served to intensify his sense of morality and justice; his desire for preservation and security not only applied to the Akademiya' laws, but now extending to the well-being of Aryan and Isaar as well.
Even so, it was still common for many to still try to test their luck in deceive the General Mahamatra and risk cheating the system believing that they'd get away with it in the end. After all, what are the chances of their actions being noticed by Cyno when he already had so many duties to worry about?
Even if he was working, surely the well-being of his sons came as the first priority, right?
That was what they thought.
With the little ones babbling and fidgeting uncontrollably on his torso, it wasn't difficult to assume that Cyno would focus all his attention on his children rather than his surroundings, giving the advantage of a perfect loophole for some scholars of Rtawahist Darshan to escape into the desert to do use of forbidden knowledge — too unaware of the reddish irises that were also watching them attentively.
“They never learn,” he sighed in irritation as he adjusted Isaar into the sling to his chest and Aryan to his back, “Looks like we have a long day ahead of us, little ones. Dad will show you what happens to those who dare defy the rules.”
A cute laugh escaped his babies' mouths bringing a soft smile to Cyno's face at their reaction. Well, it seemed like he couldn't let his kids down now, could he?
On that day, Cyno had returned home early with a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment; his twins babies, although remarkably happy, were already sleeping snuggled by their father's warmth, very exhausted from the day's activities.
On the other hand, the scholars who had dare challenged his abilities learned that Cyno's judgment should never be tested ever again. His frightening reputation was not something to take so lightly. However, there was something even terrifying about being stopped by the General Mahamatra while he takes care of his children.
They took notes to never doubt a dad' sense of responsability ever again.
Kaveh
There was something so absurdly attractive about Kaveh carrying your daughter in his arms as he discussed a construction project that you could do nothing but revel in the sight of.
The seriousness in his eyes, his slightly disheveled hair and the professionalism in the tone of his speech were three of the main characteristics that made you fall in love with the architect. But the addition of your baby girl sleeping snuggled against his chest definitely served to leave you — and all the other women present there — enchanted by him.
Perhaps this was the reason why his clientele had increased so much in recent months and the number of scams had dropped significantly, consequently also increasing his workload. Not only had fatherhood served to boost your husband's reputation and diligence, but your daughter had unwittingly become the architect's lucky charm as well.
While it wasn't unusual for both you and Kaveh to bring the baby with you to your respective jobs, the frequency with which Zahra accompanied him to the sumerian streets intrigued you. Not that you doubted your husband's ability to provide the necessary security and well-being for the little one, no. When it came to his daughter, you knew that Kaveh wouldn't think twice about risking his own life if it guaranteed her smile. It was more your uneasiness as a mother and wife speaking louder that even your husband's reassuring smiles couldn’t appease.
But in the end, you could only laugh to yourself at how worried you were for nothing because both Zahra and Kaveh were doing very well.
Kaveh's serene expression told you how calm he was and you assumed that negotiations with the client were also going well. Although Zahra was still sleeping, your little princess caught the attention of the citizens around them who cooed at the sight of father and daughter, causing some to approach them and taking an interest in Kaveh's work in the process.
Or in the case of some ladies, taking an interest in the handsome dad who was giving them some decorations advice and a bright smile for free.
Who would've thought that to become such a respected professional you only needed to bring your cute daughter to work, huh?
You just hoped that these potential clients would see Kaveh's beauty and dedication beyond appearances, otherwise you’d have bad news to tell your husband. And a lot of spinsters to put in their place too.
Lyney
“Ok, kids. Remember to listen to papa and auntie Lynette, and no runs. Especially you Quenn. Stay by your sister’s side, please,” you tell your twins who are getting ready to leave with their dad.
Quentin only giggled and Corinne nodded in agreement like the good girl she was. You could already imagine the antics that were going on in your son's head now that he was somewhat aware that he’d be going out alone with his father, although you also knew that Quentin was a well-mannered boy and would do everything he could not to cause problems for his parents or upset his twin sister.
It wasn't your children's first time accompanying their dad to a rehearsal at the Opera Epiclese, but it was definitely the first time that you wouldn't be around to watch them since you had personal matters to attend to. Even if you didn't worry about your husband's ability to care for and keep the children safe, you still liked to remind them how they should behave to avoid possible accidents as the twins had also reached the dreaded curiosity phase.
Furthermore, this reminder not only applied to the little ones but also to the magician, who had a heart as genuine as those of his children and could often be more playful than them.
“Don’t worry, my love. I'm sure the little ones will behave very well”, Lyney assures you, placing a kiss on your cheek and bringing the twins into his arms, “Ready to see daddy's new magic tricks?”
Luckily for Lyney, it wasn't a busy day at the theater; his team was already carrying out their duties even before his arrival and Lynette had already tested all their new magic items for the performance that’d take place in a few days.
Corinne and Quentin, despite being too young to understand what was happening around them, couldn't help but love watching all the preparation for what they knew would be a huge spectacle. Their little amethyst eyes sparkled like two pairs of jewels as they saw the stage being set up and, of course, their father starting some illusionist tricks.
Seeing the sweet curiosity on his children's faces, a warmth spread in Lyney's chest as he felt truly happy to be able to share his passion with his family.
And taking advantage of the twins' focus on him, the man created a small and brief exclusive show where he took a deck of cards from his pocket and manipulated each one of them so that they appeared and disappeared from one hand to the other. When the entire deck was gone, Lyney giggled at Corinne and Quentin's shocked looks. But when it reappeared once again from under his sleeves and the cards were thrown up, transforming into dozens of crystalflies soon after, the children's joyful and melodious laughter echoed throughout the Opera Epiclese bringing a smile not only to their dad but everyone there.
At the end of the day, when the whole family was back home, Lyney proudly shared with you how a good boy and a good girl your kids were; listening carefully to their father and aunt, and respecting the other employees.
But, well... it wasn't like you needed to know that the reason behind their behavior was because Lyney had barely worked; instead, he preferred to spend all his time in the company of his two favorite people in the whole world.
Wriothesley
The Fortress of Meropide’ veteran residents already knew Cameron as you and Wriothesley had no problem taking the little boy on your respective patrols.
In fact, many of them looked forward to meeting the Duke's son and being able to interact with the docile and laughing baby. Cameron's melodious giggles could melt even the hardest of hearts, and you and your husband appreciated the affection the prisoners showed your son.
However, when it came to the new inmates, you and Wriothesley had a mutual agreement to prioritize Cameron's safety before introducing him to the unfamiliar faces. After all, you can't be too careful, and the information documents about the detainees that came from the Palais Mermonia did little to say what kind of people you’d be dealing with.
Fortunately, to this day you or Wriothesley have never had to use your strength to educate newcomers and you hoped it’d stay that way.
That day, however, Wriothesley had no option but to take his son to welcome the new “residents” who were arriving. Normally you’d have stayed behind to look after your son, but you were also suddenly summoned to a meeting at the Court of Fontaine and left in a hurry after saying goodbye to your family.
“It seems it’s you and me again today, buddy,” Wriothesley said to his baby as he finished changing his dirty diaper and dressing him in appropriate clothes. When finally secured in the sling, Cameron cooed in delight.
Wriothesley smiled fondly.
“Yes. That's right, Cam. We’re late. Time to welcome the new residents.”
Now, although it was common knowledge that the current director of the Fortress of Meropide was nothing if not a fair and respectable man, there were still rumors about his strength and ferocity in combat that frightened even the most brutish of men. The fontainian citizens still harbored a certain fear of him and the prison's residents, so his reputation on the surface was not a pleasant thing to hear, even though Wriothesley didn't seem to care what these people thought of him either.
Thus, the prisoners who'd arrive that morning were already preparing for the worst when they went to meet the Duke; from physical punishments to psychological torture.
What they didn't expect, however, was to be cordially received by the director himself, who was carrying a baby that looked a lot like him trapped on his chest. While it was no secret that Wriothesley had a wife and son, the sight in person was shocking.
In the end, the reception had ended well for both sides. The new prisoners were given all the essential information about the prison system and its administration, and Wriothesley was able to get to know them better. It seemed that people became unconsciously more honest in the presence of babies.
Hours later when you returned home, your husband was enjoying a cup of tea while Cameron happily drank his formula while enjoying the warmth emanating from his father's arms.
You could say they had a good day.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin#genshin x reader#cyno#cyno x reader#kaveh#kaveh x reader#wriothesley#wriothesley x reader#lyney#lyney x reader#genshin dads au
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[ 12:45pm ] 𝙨𝙞𝙢 𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙪𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙩!𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜
"your nose is so pretty."
you find yourself mumbling at your boyfriend before your brain can even overthink those words and yet you're glad you didn't hesitate.
there's absolutely no reaction from jaeyun for a whole minute as you absentmindedly trace his sharp features with your fingers, not quite able to handle just how handsome he is.
you've been observing his side profile for a while now and every time your eyes found their way to his nose, you couldn't help but bite your bottom lip at the mental image of its tip nudging against your clit whenever he's got his face buried in your cunt.
jaeyun's been playing his video game for about an hour now and despite wanting to give him some space, you simply couldn't resist the craving of being close to him.
it's not like he minds your presence at all; jaeyun loves having your legs in his lap and your hand in his hair, playing with the soft strands as he enjoys his daily screen time away from all of his responsibilities.
usually you're quick to fall asleep, yet this time you seem to focused on him to even let the actual thought of sleep cross your mind.
you know it's because you can't stop thinking about your boyfriends plump lips, his hot tongue and his perfect nose, your head full of thoughts about how good he makes you cum over and over again once he's gotten a taste.
whereas jaeyun remains absolutely clueless. he's also a little too focused to pay complete attention to your words but he does appreciate your conpliment a lot. growing up it's always been a little difficult for him to like his nose since it's on the bigger side and not quite what people necessarily find attractive, until the two of you started dating and you've made it your mission to let him know just how perfect he is.
jaeyun places a quick kiss of gratitude into your palm before he pushes his lips into a thoughtful pout and focuses on his game again, not realising how much you've been pressing your thighs together in hopes of releasing some of the pressure on your needy cunt.
there's just something about the way he scratches the sides of his nose whenever he's slowly getting excited, poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue and nibbling on his lip like he's purposely trying to torture you.
"yunie", you mumble and reach for his hand, grateful he's quick to play into your neediness as he grabs your inner thigh and gently strokes your skin, "i wanna ride your face, please."
usually you're not one to be this bold with your requests but after watching him for the past hour it's been incredibly hard for you to maintain your composure and even your patience has limits.
jake is absolutely stunned at your words. for a second he's not sure if he even heard you right, giving you a double take just to realise your current state.
eyes glossy, lips pushed into the cutest pout, thigh firmly pressed together and your cute nipples poking through the fabric of your pyjama shirt to the point where not a single thought is left to imagination.
just out of curiosity jaeyun lets his hand wander in between your legs, gulping harshly at the way they fall apart like you've been waiting to be relieved and once his fingers graze your soaked panties, he knows exactly why you're reacting the way you do.
without even missing another beat, jake throws his controller as well as his headset to the side, turning his game off and almost instantly laying on his side of the bed.
"i'm sorry for not realising sooner, baby", he whispers as you shakily make your way to straddle his handsome face, his cheeks and lips tinted in the sweetest shade of pink, "there you go, good girl."
his praise elicits a soft whimper from your throat, your hole clenching in absolute despair and the second the tip of his nose grazes your flesh, you throw your head back with a loud moan of relief.
"fuck, baby", jake grunts against your cunt, his tongue lapping up your sweet juices and if it wasn't for his tight grip on your waist, you would have thought he passed out, "you're so wet for me, angel girl, so perfect."
all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.
"that's why you love my nose so much, hm?", jake smiles and pushes his tongue inside of your clenching hole, groaning and moaning against your wet flesh like a man gone mad.
"mhm, y-yes", you whisper and feel the sweet sensation of your release climbing up your spine in the sweetest way possible, "love sitting on it."
and for a moment jake's movements stop, as he appreciates your sweet compliment, head cloudy from all the arousal floading his brain and his cheeks burning from excitement.
"that's my good girl", he grunts and finally wraps his lips around your sensitive clit before he pushes the tip of his tongue against the nub and applies just the right amount of pressure, making sure to have you cum all over his face to make you feel as lover and appreciated as he does.
#enhypen smut#sim jaeyun smut#enha smut#enha hard hours#jaeyun hard hours#jake hard hours#; angel boy#; drabbles
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Bad idea right?
Going out with your friends was great, really great, but it’s been a long time since you had fun with a guy. A considerable time that you thought was affecting lower parts of your body in relation to your roommate.
pairing: Michael Gavey x roommate fem!reader
warnings: p in v sex, fingering, loss of virginity, praising, english is not my first language. 3,455 words.
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The idea of having a place only yours has always been something that cheered you up. Independence, silence and calm were very tempting qualities that always ended up being put in the background when the accounts were put on the table. In addition to the rent there was energy, internet, water, food and God knows if something breaks. You postponed the project for a long time while saving more money in the expectation of finding something more affordable, until the perfect option appeared on one of the announcement panels of the central building of the Campus. It was a beautiful coincidence actually, since you didn't used to go to such a place on a daily basis, but apparently the small white poster listed all the features you wanted in your small apartment for a price that fit in your pocket.
There was only one catch, a big catch.
The place already had an owner who was looking for a roommate.
In days past that would be enough for you to ignore the ad and follow your search, but the price and location seemed too tempting to ignore. You would give it a chance and call the number.
And then an even bigger but appeared: the voice on the other side of the line was masculine.
The idea of sharing an apartment with an unknown man was terrifying at all levels and almost made you hang up the phone. For some reason you arranged to visit the place the next day, obviously taking a friend and a knife in case the idiot wanted to play the smart.
And that's how you met Michael. Introverted, nerdy and brutally honest Michael Gavey. Obviously there was a lot of tension during the whole moment that led you to get to know the rooms and talk to him. About the place: it was quite comfortable and bigger than you expected, really organized and warm in the cold season of the beginning of winter. It was ridiculously pleasant. And as for Michael, well, you hadn't decided if he was a harmless nerd or a serial killer. Still, he seemed to interpret the female fear when he offered himself by saying:
"I understand that it's difficult for a woman to live with a lad she doesn't know."
But the point was: you had really liked the apartment, and when he started saying the rules of coexistence the distance between nerd and possible killer became bigger, much bigger. That was not a one-sided conversation, especially when you started questioning him in a not very subtle way about his life. What did he do? Where did he come from? Did he hide bodies in his room? (The latter was in your imagination, but you managed to spy on his room without being noticed).
Michael said that some people showed interest in the ad but that they did not fit the standard of roomies he wanted. Disorganized, drugged and very noisy, as soon as he classified them.
His methodical personality did his best to try to build a positive (or less negative) image you could have of the arrangement. And honestly, he seemed to be a quiet man, who appreciated a certain silence and calm that you wanted in your home most of the time. Obviously you checked the criminal record of the guy with caramel hair and beautiful blue eyes as soon as you left the building, relieving yourself by not finding anything. But hey, he was a student like you, it couldn't be so hard to find something about the guy!
By another incredible chance of fate a friend of a friend had some classes with Gavey and was very efficient in giving some information about the subject:
"Really smart, a little pretentious and clumsy, but he's a nice guy, doesn't have many friends and is definitely harmless."
Obviously it took much more than that to make you invest in the property, but what really mattered was that that weekend Michael Gavey had received a call and agreed with the idea.
So officially you were moving to the place you wanted, well located and cozy, but with a roommate who owns the place. And for the next few weeks after the move you slept with a knife under the pillow.
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Living with Michael proved to be something very calm. Your classes took place at the same time, which culminated in sharing the rest of the day together. Initially things were strange, especially when you tried to talk to each other in the first days without any subject that caught the attention of the other, which defined the following days with dialogues only about the needs of coexistence. It was much easier that way and ensured that the dynamics between you happened in a more organic way than thought, since both were easy to deal with in your own ways. The apartment wasn’t complete yet, with few kitchen utensils and cleaning that you didn't mind buying. Michael was very hygienic and almost never left anything for you to clean (if it happened he would leave a note in the sink or bathroom indicating that he would take care of it later).
He wasn’t so good in the kitchen, but that wasn’t a problem when cooking was an almost relaxing activity for you, and it was very gratifying to receive compliments about your food. In addition, at the end of dinner he would make a point of washing the dishes to help.
Everything seemed to go very well over the weeks, the first month, the first month and a half until things started to change in the way you saw it.
Going out with your friends was great, really great, but it's been a while since you had fun with a man. A considerable time that you thought was affecting lower parts of your body. You see, Michael wasn’t bad looking, not with his caramel blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a formidable face; not with his terribly long fingers and delicious hands, not with his height much higher than your usually covered your body when he approached. No, the point was that you never had a relationship with someone like him. A little introverted, methodical, with a particular sense of humor and a little grumpy. On the other hand, he knew how to be pleasant and malleable when he wanted, he was almost shrewd and a little lonely.
Adding this to a nice body, a perfectly sculpted face and the looks he sent you when your clothes were tighter or more tidy, the sum was that you wanted to fuck that damn nerd in every room of your shared apartment.
Initially the feeling was repressed. Maybe it was just your fertile period and the sad reality of being for a long time without a male comfort — not the fact that he looks like a delicious prey easily edible. However, as the days went by the realization of being really invested in your roommate was more explicit and palpable, really palpable. Something needed to be done on the subject and some ideas were already around your mind about how to convince Michael to have sex madly in the next few days.
You looked good as an advantage, although you weren’t the most beautiful woman in the world, you were beautiful enough to take off a good looking partner. It couldn't be so difficult (or he could reject it). Therefore, acting with subtlety was your first option, although there was the uncertainty of him not realizing even if his mind was too sharp to do so. But in your state of urgency by instant action the games that would make him gradually succumb would be extremely stressful for you, so you would grab him at once.
But how would you proceed?
It was Friday night and your friends were dismissed for your onslaught to happen. Should you arrive as a hungry lun or a sneaky fox?
Fuck it, you'd jump on it with everything you had.
Wearing only a lacy white lingerie and an unbuttoned silk social t-shirt you left for the attack, opening the bedroom door and floating like a feather to the living room where your sweet roommate was distracted by the laptop. He didn't seem as focused as the times he studied, in fact he was almost relaxed in his gray sweatpants and thick pumpkin-colored sweater and a rare soft look on the screen. It was the ideal moment.
With a sensual feature and melodious voice you announced your presence with a simple "Hey," calling his attention.
And as you called it.
The poor lad could barely blink when he saw your half-naked and inviting figure approaching with a false innocent smile.
His reaction was a real treat. With his blue eyes wide from under his glasses and half-open mouth. He was terribly shocked, that was a fact, and it only encouraged you to go ahead. "I was thinking, if... you wouldn't have some time available for me." In a bold action, you gently pushed the laptop away and sat on his lap with one leg on each side of his waist, leaning your hands against the breastplate and leaning close to his flushed face to whisper on his perfect lips. "I'm thinking of something we can do together."
Blinking a few times for your dubious suggestion, Michael's hands landed uncertainly on the side of your thighs as he tried to formulate some audible answer in his now unstructured mind. “D-do you?” He asked tense, panting.
“Yes, but only if you want too,” you purred against his mouth, rubbing your noses and moving your dressed pussy against the newly hardened bulge, making him both moan low in anticipation.
Interesting fact about Michael: he's never had any girl rubbing against his body like that before. In fact, he never had a girl in any way.
It was something that didn't bother him full time, very worried about books, classes and science, but it would be a lie to say that he didn't think what it would be like to fuck a girl whose attraction to him was genuine. But that, well, that was better than any fantasy he's ever had throughout his life, that's why it was so costly to believe and answer your question with a blown and whispered "Yes", quickly amended by a more assertive confirmation: "I want to."
“Good," you smirk satisfied and collided your lips on his in a demanding and intense kiss, giving no chance to any doubt that he will feel. Your hands grabbed the back of his neck and his soft caramelized hair, avoiding any body separation.
Michael moaned when your fingers pulled some sensitive threads from the back of his neck, holding your waist and ass in a firm grip. That could only be a big wet dream. Yes, he really stole glances at you many times, more than he was proud of, but to think that this would happen? That way? Not even fucking.
He pressed his hardened cock against your pussy again and broke a kiss with a grunt when you started grinding on it. It was a delight to feel the impressive hardness below your body and see it all red and anxious, capturing another panting, long and tongue-filled kiss. Not even when you ripped off his sweater and discarded your social shirt, your lips separated. Although he was a skinny nerd, he had a really nice body. You wanted to fuck right there, but it was exciting to see him follow your trail like a hungry puppy. And he was fucking hungry, although equally nervous about being his first time.
Michael wasn’t stupid to think it would last long, he heard the stories, he knew how the male body worked to hump for the first time, he knew it would be disastrous, so when you leaned against him again his words were quick to reveal his secret.
“Wait… I need to say something,” his eyes faced the ground, posture hardening as he quickly lowered his head. At that moment you were sure of your implications on your roomie's sexual history, but wanted to respect his process in stating clearly. "I've never done thid."
With a gentle hand groping the left side of his face, you tried to calm him down: "it's ok, really. We can stop if you don't feel comfortable."
"No, no, I want that, really-," he was quick to contest, "I just didn't want to disappoint you."
“Hey, it's okay, I'm not going to make fun of you for that. Besides, I can teach you how to use these fingers to make women cum," you bit your lower lip, looking at it sensually. "Let me take care of you, babe."
And he became meek like a lamb, letting you take off his sweatpants before he himself hurriedly took off his shoes and socks and was only in his underwear, being guided to lie on the bed while your body climbed on his hips and groped his arms, breastplate and milky abs. "You have such a great body," you purred and leaned to kiss him, savoring his hands kneading and squeezing your arse, climbing up your back and daring to open the clasp of your bra, to which you were rewarded by your satisfied tinnitus. “Good boy,” and then your tits were exposed to his delight, being touched and exploited by two large, warm and inexperienced hands. God, he never thought that tis could be so amazing.
His thumbs rotated your halos experimentally, with a little more force than necessary but without being uncomfortable. Your hands covered Michael's and guided them to your waist, squeezing, landing them on your hips.
"Women like caresses and kisses to get in the mood. Kisses on the neck, jaw, clavicle, boobs..." you started, "I don't need these things at the moment, but next time this will be welcome."
Although excited about the idea of a next time suggested in advance, Michael didn’t want to spend his luck betting that your thought would be kept after sex, as a result, he sat in bed with you on his lap and attacked your neck with kisses, bites and hickeys. His work against the encounter between neck and shoulder made you purr with pleasure and close your eyes, really enjoying how he gently pulled some strands of hair from the back of your neck. The boy had potential.
“Keep going, babe”
The wet and anxious trail followed your lap, top and valley of the tits until capturing a nipple in the hot mouth, sucking and nibbling greedily. He couldn't believe that you were on his lap letting him suck your tits, that he was the reason for your moans and soft whining. Damn, he was already in the clouds and hadn't even actually laid you — or the opposite.
And although the feeling was terribly pleasant, the heat in your pussy was too aggressive to ignore, you needed a quick and urgent relief.
"Michael" you called him. "I need to get the condom," with that, you walked away against his will to pick up the package from your nightstand. "Now, take a deep breath when I start and try to distract yourself with something else to last longer, I'll go slowly but it's very intense and better than your hand, so hold tight," you warned him before pulling his boxer down to reveal his beautiful dick shining with pre-cum. Holy shit, Michael Gavey was fucking nice. “Damn, you’re fucking handsome. I should have seen this before."
And he was already out of breath before you stretched around him, his glasses crooked and a little blurry, half-open mouth and body hurting in anxiety, cock writhing with every touch received on his skin.
“Put it.”
And he put on the condom while you removed your panties and crawled into his lap again, making him lie down again. “Hold on, big guy.”
And then, picking up his cock and guiding him to your entrance, you sank slowly, giving him time to squeeze your hips with each centrimeter swallowed, caressing and smelling his soft hair when his head fell against your neck. Nothing had prepared him for that, no handful of lubricant came close to the tightness, heat and moisture of your pussy. If he was in the clouds before, now he was sure he was in the sky. “Wait! Wait! Don't move yet." And for that he needed to make sure it lasted.
"Okay... just breath babe, relax, think of something else." you instructed him panting, savoring the feeling of his cock inside your silky walls. Everything about his member was perfect, from the size to the thickness, filling you perfectly. A whining fell from your lips and you hugged him. “So good, mm.”
"Fuck," he grunted in despair, squeezing your body against his.
“Don't worry about it, it's okay, just enjoy it while it lasts,” you whispered against his temple.
That was the damn point. “I won't last long,” he said.
“So just enjoy, Mike,” biting his earlobe, you started jumping constantly, moaning uninhibitely at how good that nerd felt. He pushed his face even more on your neck and held your waist to the dear life, moaning and grunting and pulling you to lie above him. He was a panting mess with blurry glasses and a half-open mouth, a damn sight that made you more aroused than usual, very proud to be the reason for his snatched state.
“Oh fuck, fuck- I'm gonna-“
“Come for me, babe,” you rubbed your groin against his one, two, three times when he fell apart intensely with a long, hoarse moan, heavy breathing and a blushing face.
Withdrawing from him, your body fell on the bed still hot and longing to be satisfied, watching him gradually recompose in a brief comfortable silence.
"So... did you like it?" You asked, fingering his breastplate.
Did he like it? Damn, that shit blew his mind. “So fucking good.” Although part of his mind was eager to reward you, he had to. He had to make you cum. Turning to face you, Michael stood at your top before while asking: "what should I do now?"
Smirking maliciously, you leaned your feet on the bed and spread your legs more to him. “Fuck me with your fingers,” you purred, taking his right hand and guiding him to your wet center. "I like it when guys don't forget that I have a clit, I don't understand why, even why it makes your work easier," you circled your hill with his fingers, showing him the place before going down to your entrance. "Heat me up with one, then put on another."
And he followed your rules like a good boy, sticking a long finger pumping slowly.
"Mhm, just like that," you bit your lower lip, but very very very impatient to wait for the development of a slow orgasm, you needed to cum as soon as possible. Taking his hand, you held your index finger and made him join the middle one. “Go faster.”
And although sloppy and a little strong a few times, his fingers felt so fucking good on your velvet walls, reaching the sweet point that made your toes curl. “Fuck! Keep going Michael!”
He was hypnotized by the wet sounds that your pussy was making, by your body writhing and his fingers disappearing inside you, squeezing, wetting...
That set of things went straight to his cock.
"Roll your fingers slowly," you ordered, arching your back when he pressed against your spot, intensifying the tingling at the base of your stomach and making you moan louder. “Don't stop, I-I'm close!”
His glasses were on the tip of his nose, almost plummeting from his face, but it didn't matter at the moment. Deciding to use your previous tip on the clit, Michael used his other hand to circle your pearl with pressure, making his eyes close.
“Oh fuck! I'm gonna-" your whole body trembled when the coil burst and a warm pleasure flooded your senses, holding the bed for the darling life and closing your legs with the strong spasms.
That was better than any porn he watched. And with that he encompassed the last minutes from your approach until now. Michael was still very stunned by everything that happened, that’s why when he lay on your bed it was as if he was recovering from an electric discharge, his mind and body ridiculously overloaded and active. As for you, after a while restoring from a delicious orgasm, you rested your head on his chest and traced patterns on the milky to soft skin, playing with some fine and lost hair. "So, do you want a second round?"
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a/n: I know we don’t have much about Michael, but I was so anxious about this hot nerd that I couldn’t wait for the movie.
#michael gavey fanfic#michael gavey x reader#michael gavey x you#michael gavey smut#michael gavey#saltburn fic#ewanverse#ewan mitchell
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I’m like five hours late with Starbucks to this but I neeeed to ask you about your Marine Buggy au if you’re up for it. How much do you think Buggy is a formidable threat in this au and how much is him somehow stumbling into success like in canon? Not that canon Buggy can’t be a threat under the right circumstances , but one can’t deny how much is just pure unadulterated dumb luck and it’s just extremly funny to me imagining another version of him bumbling his way to the top in the same manner, but also this version of Buggy seems more competent in comparison, so I am interested in hearing how you interpret him yourself.
Also as a Shuggy appreciator I am still gonna throw out the scenario of someone promoting Firebug up a rank and adding „You really did it Sir. If those dastardly pirates set sail just an hour earlier we wouldn’t have had the menpower and that tactical advantage that helped us win that last fight . It’s a shame that red headed bastard got away, but nevertheless this is a huge success for all of us. Truly remarkable Sir! How’d you do it? How did you keep them from setting sail for so LONG? Did you mingle amongst the crew to stage a mutiny? Did you damage their boat? Sir, I would love to know Sir!“ Buggys mind flashes back to him and Shanks absolutely violently making out against the wall in Shanks cabin. „… Some tactics are better kept a secret.“ „Of course Sir! Yes Sir!“
did you bring me a coffee too? :<
ty for asking about this silly lil au.
for marine!buggy I still have to believe he falls UP as is his MO. this little dude has supernatural luck and a bizarre power over men with his strange charisma so having that transfer to this au with minor tweaks.
I like to imagine he was under tsuru's tutelage once he officially joined the navy - as it's difficult for me to see him viewing any man as worth his obedience after rogers and his broken heart. plus she has a strong immunity to flashy types and I believe she'd be capable of curbing his worst traits. buggy would need someone to speak to him like an adult, blunt and lacking the whimsical dreams of his adoptive pirates who I see as having allowed buggy too lofty of a perception on the world with his issues.
would he be a dangerous marine? probably not on his own - but being believed in and supported by structure and more talented minds - I think he'd be a crafty ballistics expert and a typically underestimated foe. very useful against run of the mill pirates and keeping shorelines safe. but against more daunting enemies he'd depend on numbers and the backup of more powerful allies (while absolutely taking the praise for "organizing the group attack". )
like, please imagine smoker being his subordinate - that is hilarious to me.
I think he'd be a successful marine with very little interest in the darker machinations of the marines because he's only here to feed his loss and be praised for doing a good job. however he would be easily manipulated by darker hearted higher ups and probably not the most reliable.
unfortunately he's still buggy at heart, still a dreamer, and if he happens to mess up when his envy of free-spirited pirates gets in the way of his job, well he gets demoted/promoted endlessly like he's riding a ferris wheel with a broken brake.
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as for the scenario you so beautifully presented: yes absolutely 100% 10/10 no notes.
the amount of times buggy has been interrupted mid-tumble with shanks and it has been misconstrued as him "fighting epically against the horrid red hair captain" is in the hundreds at this point.
the Marines who know the truth wish they didn't and he gets his ear dragged around by tsuru as she screams at him: that's not what she meant when she said to take red hair down!!!
#shuggy#buggy the clown#captain fire bug#buggy au#red haired shanks#oz answers#shanks x buggy#marine!buggy au
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I wrote a quick summary for this idea a while back, but in my desire for light and happy things, I doodled this and wrote out more to accompany it. Enjoy.
“Mo-chan, please don’t run so far ahead of mommy!” Kagome called out after her rambunctious daughter.
To the young girl’s credit, she did marginally slow down for her mother, but she was still a distance away. At least there were no streets for her to cross anymore.
Kagome huffed behind. She was in pretty good shape having raised her energetic girl, but with a heavy backpack full of snacks and an ever-growing checklist of single-mother supplies, Kagome struggled to keep up with her. Moroha was always on the go, always wanting to dive headfirst into all activities, always ready to explore.
“Mommy, let’s go!” She had already reached the door and was jumping in place. Her walking shoes tapped against the ground in excited impatience.
“I’m coming!”
When Kagome reached the entrance, Moroha was kind enough to open the door wide for her. Despite her tiny frame and frantic energy, she had a big heart. At least she was doing something right as her mother. Kagome thanked her and gave her a pat on the head as the girl rushed inside the dojo, her hair flouncing up and down in its little ponytail.
“Sensei! We’re here!” Moroha boldly announced their presence. She got inside and made fast work of removing her shoes and placing them in the cubby area.
Her teacher set down some equipment before stretching back up to turn towards them. Kagome fought down a blush. So Moroha had a handsome karate instructor. Sue her for having a little bit of a crush.
“Oi, Moroha, you’re all fired up today again, huh?” He looked back at Kagome at the entrance. She gave a little wave. “H-Hey,” he welcomed her.
Moroha ran right up to him and gave him a fast but low bow. “Sensei, I’ve been practicing my splits! Look!” She was on the floor the next moment, practically jumping into the position before raising her hands up high. “Tada!”
“Nice work there, kiddo. Go stretch or you’ll pull something.”
Kagome fought down the urge to clap for her daughter as she usually did when they were home. “Don’t worry too much about her warming up. She’s been moving and practicing non-stop all week.”
“Is that right?”
The door opened again, and a red-headed boy walked in the door.
“I’m here” the kid announced, an air of snark in his voice.
“Oh, hello Shippou-chan,” Kagome greeted the seven-year old as he stepped into the dojo.
Upon hearing her, the boy’s eyes lit up. “Kagome!” His tone did a 180. He went up to hug her with a big smile.
“How are you today? How’s school been?”
He grinned wide. “I’m good. School’s easy.”
She mussed up his hair. “Easy for a smart boy like you, huh?”
He rubbed his nose smugly. Shippou was a difficult child, but she managed to get in his good graces years ago. Sure, he used her first name, but most of the kids from his class did. She’d only been a part-time aide at their school at the time.
“Oi, Shippou. Get to stretching!” their teacher demanded.
Shippou rolled his eyes. For as much as he adored Kagome, he liked to be difficult with others, and for some reason he enjoyed showing attitude to their instructor. “Hey, Inuyasha,” he sneered.
“Sensei,” Moroha and Inuyasha corrected simultaneously, both aghast the disrespect.
“Inuyasha-sensei,” he mocked.
Kagome giggled to herself.
It was Inuyasha’s turn to roll his eyes. “Just get to stretching, brat. You too Moroha.”
“Yes, Nishiyama-sensei,” Moroha made a point to annunciate before running towards Shippou. They may have been two years apart, but they got along well. Maybe because Shippou had no siblings, but always wanted to be a big brother.
“Shippou! I can do a split now, watch me!”
Inuyasha took a second to walk over to Kagome and properly greet her. It’d been five weeks since Moroha had enrolled in lessons, and he’d quickly grown fond of her. They had a weird kinship that came naturally. He and her mother had a different kind of connection.
“Yo, Higurashi-san.” He tried to sound casual. Cool. Mature.
“How are you doing today, Nishiyama-sensei?”
“Good, great. Looks like your girl has been working hard at home.”
Kagome beamed, first at Moroha and then at him. “I think if she could live in the dojo she would. Since she started lessons it’s become her goal to get to the next belt as fast as possible.”
He laughed, trying to push out some of the tension in his shoulders. “I wasn’t patient about it either.”
“I think I could’ve made that bet.” There was a twinkle in her eye; a spark that reminded him of the first day they met.
“She’ll get there before too long if she keeps this up.”
Her expression turned warm; her pretty smile turning something in Inuyasha’s chest.
“Thank you for looking after her. We’re very fond of you,” she said.
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, but Kagome suddenly seized up. Her eyes went wide and her hands flew up. “As her teacher!” She quickly added, practically shrieking. “You’re a great teacher. Moroha has already learned so much and we’re always excited to see you. I mean she! Moroha is always excited to see you.” She averted her gaze, sweating and flustered.
Before he had a chance to respond, Kagome was scrambling with her bag and yelling out, “Oh, look at that. I have to get going! So much to do!”
“Wai—“
She peered over his tall frame and called out, “Mo-chan! Mommy is going to the store! I’ll be back to pick you up later! Bye!” The door shut, and in the blink of an eye she was gone.
Inuyasha’s jaw snapped closed as he processed. What had gotten into her? Part of him wanted to run after the woman, but that couldn’t happen with class starting in a few minutes. What would he even say to her? A few more students filtered into the dojo, so he did his best to focus on that. He had a class to teach, so he pushed Kagome as far out of his brain as he could… except that her daughter was front and center during the lesson.
We’re very fond of you.
Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to concentrate today.
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"𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆" William Afton/Y.N/Henry Emily
Tags: au, group sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk.
(art by FellD)
You and William met when you were in college. And now you have been married for a year. William and another friend of his, whom you will soon get to know better, opened their own pizzeria "Freddy Fazbear" and you, being a good wife, supported him. Everything was as usual, however, until one day.
"Dear, did you call me?" - you entered William’s office. He called you and asked you to come to his office. William sat at the table and worked on his laptop, and there was a small cup of green tea next to him.
"Yes, my love, I wanted to offer you something…" - he rose from his chair and walked towards you. What is your husband up to?
"And what?" - curiosity began to play in you.
"We've been together for a long time and you know… Sometimes the same type gets boring". - William straightened your lost strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. - "I wanted to add a little variety".
"Of course, go ahead, I will always be for making changes". - you smiled warmly, showing that you support him.
"What about group sex?" - He smiled slyly. This is not what you expected to hear.
"W-What? With whom?…" - you, of course, were ready for changes, but not the same.
"With Henry! Darling, you remember him". - Henry, of course, is Will’s partner, it’s hard not to know about him. - "Please, honey, agree".
You were confused. There's something wrong, but your husband's proposal sounded so…tempting. The image of you taking two cocks at once started spinning in your head. Damn, this is exciting.
"I think I agree…" - you were a little embarrassed, you never thought that you would agree to something like this
"I knew you would make the right decision!" - William kissed you tenderly on the lips. You didn't notice the phone in William's hands
After a while, the kiss stopped being gentle, it became persistent, almost animalistic. You heard the sound of the door opening.
"Here comes, my Henry" - William smiled. You turned to the side, yes, it was Henry, most likely, your husband had already called him. Everything inside of you clenched. Desire and fear were mixed. - "Won't you join in the fun?"
Now two pairs of arms are hugging your waist. You felt warm lips touch your neck, it was already Henry, William was busy with your shirt at that time.
"Nice bra, honey" - William decided to piss you off even more. The thoughts that this was wrong left you. You tried to hide your heavy sighs of pleasure, but you did it extremely poorly, because while Will was circling your tongue your swollen nipples, Henry has already started to move down to your jeans.
"Just relax, Y/N~" - drawled the man behind you.
You didn’t even notice how you were left in only white panties, which soon followed the rest of your clothes
"Baby, you're gorgeous, aren't you, Henry?" - William asked Henry, who was holding your legs from behind, as he approached you from the front.
"Yes, Y/N, you have nothing to be ashamed of". - Henry's hands teasingly "accidentally" touched your clit, causing you to moan involuntarily.
The head of William’s cock impatiently rubbed against your soaked cunt, causing you to arch. Your position wasn’t entirely comfortable, but you didn’t care, it wouldn’t be difficult for Henry to hold you.
"Please!" - you screamed, you were tired of these two teasing.
Henry and Will looked at each other, you felt not only William’s cock entering you from the front, but also Henry’s cock.
"Oh!" - you moaned in surprise"
"Damn, how nice". - Henry groaned muffledly. William was just breathing heavily, but you can be sure he was feeling damn good too
At first it was a little painful, because it was your first time experiencing anal sex, but soon your body got used to it and double pleasure began to spread throughout your body.
The room was filled with intimate spankings of 3 bodies skin on skin, which turned you all on even more. You were still quite a modest girl and a kind wife, and now you moan so depravedly from the fact that you take two dicks at once, but you don’t care
"Honey, you squeeze us so tight. Do you like it that much? But you doubted it before". - as if wanting to embarrass you, your husband purred.
You were unable to speak. Two cocks moved inside you at the same time, pounding into you up to your balls, causing your pussy to make squelching noises. Warmth began to arise somewhere in the lower abdomen. William's hands went to your clit, kneading it and making you groan loudly. God forbid that any of the workers heard this.
"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum soon, Hen-Hen." - your husband hissed, the men’s thrusts becoming more and more chaotic.
"Me too, Willie" - then you didn’t even notice how affectionately they addressed each other, you were too excited.
Your walls began to tighten around the men’s cocks, making them feel even more pleasure and breathe heavily. A couple of seconds and you came with a drawn-out moan.
Soon you simultaneously felt a viscous liquid inside you. Looks like the men came too. You rested your head on William's shoulder as your husband's lips moved towards Henry's.
The office seemed to be in chaos. Clothes were scattered and the floor was stained with the men's sperm, but the sensations were worth it. A couple of minutes later, when you finally came to your senses and got dressed, Will comes up behind you, putting his arm around your waist and kissing you on the top of your head.
"You did great, honey. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"
#henry emily#fnaf#william afton#fnaf x y/n#fnaf x you#fnaf smut#william afton x you#henry emily x reader
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what do you think matty would do for a girlfriend who is slammed busy at work, and couldn’t be with him while he’s out on tour
*cracks knuckles* *takes several deep breaths* ahhhh. I have been preparing for the universe to send me this question…bless you, anon.
I think, based on Roadkill and If You’re Too Shy, that being apart from his girlfriend, is one of only a handful of things that Matty hates about his job. Like, it really weighs on him. The days leading up to leaving for tour, he gets really clingy and extra soft with her. And, he’ll randomly be kissing her or cuddling with her and say shit like “gonna miss your hair. Smells so good.” And some sappy shit like that. He’ll insist she drive him to the airport, and if she absolutely can’t, cuz like, it’s a weekday during work hours or something, he’ll go to work with her and hang out until the absolute last second. He’ll have the car come pick him up from there instead of home.
The first few days on tour are the hardest. Especially if he’d been on break for a while. Like, you know how between the UK tour and now, they had like 6 weeks off? Like not just a week or a few days. He’d actually kinda gotten used to being with her all the time, and waking up every morning to her alarm, watching her get dressed and ready for work. Making coffee and chatting about their days, etc. so, when he first leaves, he’s inconsolable. Not only is it disorienting to have to go from that stability and domesticity of everyday life to, like, every day you’re in a different hotel room, in a different city/ country. But she’s his person! And he doesn’t have her anymore! I imagine he would text her a lotttt. Sometimes even forgetting the time differences and stuff. He’ll be like “I got this lunch and it was shit” and it’s like 3 am where she is. And he’ll watch his phone and wonder why she’s not answering. Then he’ll remember she’s asleep. Or she’s at a meeting at work because it’s like 10 am back home and it’s a fucking Monday and she’s at her job. So he’ll get sad.
He DEF FaceTimes her from backstage. Like a lot. I imagine it looks a little something like this. With the guys popping in and out of frame and saying hi and messing about. And just when he thinks the worst part of it is over, and he’s kind of gotten into the rhythm of tour and doesn’t feel too bad anymore. On a random day, like, 8 weeks into traveling the world, he’ll start to miss her so much and lose his shit. Texting and trying to coordinate a time to FaceTime, find Wi-Fi, make sure the time zones align, and everything starts to piss him off. He just wants her. He misses being able to see her. Be in the same room together. Experience things in real time and not have to send her a video of George saying something funny because she’s right there with him and can erupt into laughter right when it happens. He misses being able to cuddle her in his sleep. Misses how annoying cold she always gets at night. Misses her indecisiveness about food and where she wants to go for dinner. So he gets really in his own head and starts to get short with her. With these vague texts and passive aggressive replies. And she doesn’t know why. And he’s getting really mad that he can’t be there for her and support her while she’s having a tough week at work, or like, bring her lunch at work because she’s been killing herself on deadline or something. So he’s in a really bad mood for days on end. They end up fighting on the phone. The connection is shitty and he can’t hear her anyway. And he’s sick of his most intimate moments being mediated through a device. and he’s suddenly finding phone sex to be perverse and gross and sick and exploitative. And every time she makes an effort to do like a FaceTime dinner date or something, he just says no.
Then he feels like a complete asshole because he knows they’re both just doing their absolute best in a difficult situation. So he needs to make it up to her. He’ll start randomly delivering coffee to her in the morning. Like, you know how Uber Eats has a thing where certain restaurants will allow you to schedule a delivery to arrive at a certain time? He’ll think “if I can’t wake her up with coffee that I’ve made, maybe I can send her some.” So, when he knows she had a long night at work the day before, he’ll deliver some breakfast to her with a little text that says something like “breakfast in bed ❤️❤️❤️” and she sends him a photo of her actually eating it in bed. Grateful that she didn’t have to get up and make stuff for herself after the night she’s had. And on a random Wednesday afternoon, he’ll just send flowers to her job. For no reason whatsoever. Just wanted to make her smile. He’ll ask her to send him an outfit check every day cuz he misses the way she would twirl around and how him what she’s wearing everyday. He’ll send her those silly little mirror selfies with his leg up on the bathroom counter. You know, the ones he takes for Instagram sometimes (I fucking love those). And, of course, memes. Memes are Matty’s love language. He’ll be at an afterparty, drunk, scrolling online and sending her shit. It’s like noon her time. She’s with her co-workers. Or at some official meeting, and her phone is blowing up with Matty memes. And she has to bite her lips to keep from laughing.
It’s hard on both of them, and they try to keep communicating. He calls her and falls asleep on the phone sometimes cuz he “just needed to hear her voice.” Or “it doesn’t feel the same without you here.” But it’s hell. And he can’t wait to get home to her as soon as he possibly can.
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Death Stranding gender talk you say? Count me in.
Oh, I'm so glad someone asked about MPreg: A Hideo Kojima Game :3c
I'm going to put a quick CW in here for a medical-setting image of an umbilical cord. It's pretty mild, but I think doing side-by-side images will be helpful for illustrating what I'm talking about. Also, big spoilers for anyone that hasn't finished the game, obviously
Literally everything in Death Stranding is so very tied to parenthood and especially the pregnancy and birth parts. Yes it's technically a metaphor for the creative process but also it's, uh, incredibly visceral. So I'm gonna start here with Sam, but damn everyone in this game has some gender going on.
Can we talk about how Bridget chose the same name for both her other half/fictional daughter AND for her adopted son? I feel like not enough people mention the fact that "Amelie's" "real" name is Samantha America Strand, and everyone just calls her Amelie. Maybe because it's fucking weird to have two kids named Sam and Samantha?
The fact is too, that the two Sams aren't the only ones with gender-ambiguous names in the game...we don't know Lou's gender until the very end! The use of gender-ambiguous names for the only two main characters that you as the player can actually interact with feels hella meaningful.
In fact, the game intentionally lets us think that Lou/BB is a boy for most of the game! Cliff refers to his BB as "him" in one of the first cutscenes we see of him, very early on. The game also lets us believe, for some time at least, that there's a chance that the memories are BB/Lou's, and that Lou is Cliff's baby. We don't know this isn't true until near the end of the game! Why didn't any of the characters point out this contradiction before then? I'm not sure, at least not yet. Very open to thoughts on this. It doesn't feel like the MO of the game to have a gender reveal at the end for shock value.
Anyways, let's get in on point one obvious: like I already said, this is an mpreg game. There's...there's no way around it. A dudes carry a fetus attached to them by an umbilical cord (which they make VERY viscerally look like a real umbilical cord btw, between the color/texture/the additional cable along the outside).
I feel like "haha it's the mpreg game" has probably been done to death but I love it so much specifically because of the implications that it makes and the puns that it plays on.
Sam is a delivery man. He's called "The Great Deliverer" or "The Man Who Delivers." And the last scene of the game, the last line before we flash-back for the postgame, is...?
Literally childbirth! It's...delivery. It's Sam delivering his own child, after making a trek by foot across the continental US carrying a difficult pregnancy. "The Man Who Delivers" is a double entendre throughout the game, just like "strand" is ('strand' like rope or hair, 'strand' as in a portion of a larger network, 'strand' as in stranding, like the beach, etc).
So like, what the fuck, right? Why do we have Mpreg: Hiking Simulator? What the HELL is going on in there?
So. America, right?
If there's anything Kojima really loves to talk about, it's America. American identity, imperialism, national myth, etc. Death Stranding is just the most recent and blatant of these. And, of course, one of the most popular American Myths are the story of the founding fathers, right up there with manifest destiny.
So we have this game where Sam is both literally becoming a father after carrying a surrogate pregnancy, and also metaphorically becoming a father by re-founding America. In that way we can see, through his experience of pregnancy, the trials of (re-)founding America.
Okay, great, cool, Sam is a male mom, wonderful, so glad that technology has progressed to this point, we stan. Maybe we don't stan the use of American nationalism as a tool so much but look at the healthy baby glow <3.
But I also want to contrast this with the only other BB we really see in the game. Yeah, baby, it's Higgs time!!! And I am going to make a comparison that is going to seem batshit insane. Bear with me:
I was skeptical myself when I first saw this comparison, but I've been converted into a believer for a few reasons.
The visual. While imo it wouldn't be enough on its own to make a case, I have to admit that his hood is similar to some popular depictions of Mary
Higgs is literally a male prophet of a goddess of extinction. He essentially considers himself her messenger,
While Sam gets his BB from another person, and it's also a live fetus, Higgs gets his from Amelie, as how god gives mary jesus immaculately
Much like Amelie's reveal that her "soul is a lie," the "baby" that she gives higgs is a twisted effigy. He carries his god(dess)'s physical form, but as she is a goddess of extinction with no remaining soul of her own, it will never grow.
i'm willing to believe higgs is a virgin, for the bit.
Okay okay I gotta stop for now because it's 1 AM but like, consider it, mayhaps.
#anyways i love the mpreg game i love extinction goddess i love evil little egyptaboo higgs i love autistic king sam porter bridges strand#death stranding#sam porter bridges#samantha america strand#amelie death stranding#bridget strand#Lou Bridges#lets talk about mpreg#higgs monaghan#my analyses#analysis or something
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Lingerie Confessions
Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader
Summary: During any regular old conversation with your friend Robin, you figure out a way to try and determine if she might like you or not…
Word count: 1.9k
Warning: friends to lovers, closeted reader, seduction, lingerie, very slight dom!reader, 69-ing, fingering, oral
“What, on God’s green earth, are you fucking talking about Robin Buckley?”
Robin collapsed onto your bed in a fit of laughter. Neither of you could take enough of a break from your laughing to continue the talking. It was moments like these that you loved with Robin, the two of you losing it over the silliest thing. Then there was also her cheeks burning red, her toothy grin, the way her hair fell over her face…
Finally Robin managed to suck in a breath. “I don’t know dude. I didn’t think girls actually wore lacy underwear, at least not all day long. I thought it was more of a movie thing.” She giggled again. “I just don’t see the appeal.”
You shook your head, finally righting yourself after the laughing fit. “You’re missing out, here let me show you.”
An idea had sparked in your head. You and Robin had been friends for quite a while now and you’d always had a thing for her, but it was really difficult to try and bring something like that up when most people aren’t too fond of women loving women. Because you had been friends for so long, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to get changed together, for example if you’re having a sleepover. So maybe if you “platonically” showed her some of your really nice lacy underwear, that might spark something new between the two of you.
Robin looked confused as you grabbed something from your drawer and headed out your bedroom door. You flashed her a grin. “Back in a mo.”
When you re-entered the room in your dressing gown your heart was beating a mile a minute. What if this didn’t work and then you had to deal with losing one of your closest friends, as well as becoming an outcast in school? But then again, what if this was the best idea you’ve ever had? Confidence was key from here on out.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Robin laughed as she leaned backwards on the bed, propping herself up slightly with her arms.
You swayed your hips as you walked forward, holding tightly onto the edges of your dressing gown. Trying to look sexy was very difficult when you felt like every bit of you was about to explode.
“I’m showing you the appeal.”
And with that, you pulled down your dressing gown, letting it flop onto the floor behind you. You now stood in front of Robin in only a matching blue lace bra and underwear set. The bra had just enough structure to give you a bit of shape, but the rest of the material was just lace and looked like at any moment it could fall off and expose your breasts underneath. Then the panties were a high leg pair, clinging to the curve of your hips and only half-covering your ass cheeks. In that moment, you were so anxious about maintaining the facade of this being friendly advice that you didn’t even notice Robin staring intently at you, mouth hanging open at the sight.
Before Robin could say anything you launched into your practised spiel. “See? It just looks so sleek. And the ones I get are surprisingly comfortable.” You ran from hips to waist to chest and back down again, refusing to make eye contact. This way, you had the confidence to continue slowly making your way closer and closer to Robin.
For once Robin was speechless. How did she respond to this without letting you know about her huge crush that she’d had on you since the day you two had met.
Stuttering over her words she managed to spit out, “They don’t look very comfortable.” For someone trying to control themselves, this had been a big mistake.
“Here, have a feel of the material.” You were now less than a foot in front of Robin sitting on the bed. You gently held her hand and brought it up to feel the material on your hip. Her other hand seemed to naturally follow suit, so that she was holding both your hips, you just really hoped she couldn’t tell how wet you were getting just from feeling her touch you in such an intimate way.
Robin swallowed the lump in her throat. “Y-yeah, that’s actually really nice.” Oh no, was that too forward? All of a sudden, a switch went off in Robin’s brain and she thought, fuck it, she couldn’t bare this tension anymore. Little did she know that you were having the exact same thoughts.
At exactly the same time, you both blurted out, “I need to tell you something.” The synchronicity caused the two of you to move away from each other in shock, Robin’s hands falling to her side again.
“Do you want to go first?” You asked, all the courage you previously had leaving your body.
Robin’s eyes fell to the floor as she started nibbling on her thumb nail. She shuffled her feet around for a quick moment before starting her very rushed explanation.
“Well, you see, Y/N - I guess what I’m trying to say,” she paused to look around, as if even speaking these words was going to cause a SWAT team to break through the windows right this second.
She took a deep breath, settling the butterflies into her chest rather than in her mouth. “Y/N, I’ve liked you since the day we met. And I mean, I like you more than Steve or Eddie or, anyone else, because I’m a… lesbian.”
The last word came out almost like a question rather than a statement; a question of whether or not you would accept what she had said, or if she’d just made the biggest mistake ever. You grinned ear to ear and stepped closer to her once again.
“Well that’s really good to hear, because I’m bisexual, and I really like you too.”
Robin’s whole countenance lifted. “Y/L/N don’t play with me right now, are you serious?”
You nodded your head vigorously, then gently took her face in your hands so that you could, not-so-gently, press your lips into hers. It felt as though the world was singing around you, nothing had ever made you feel the happiness that fluttered out of your chest right now.
You broke away briefly. “Now do you see the appeal of lacy underwear?”
She grinned up at you. “I see more appeal in taking it off of you.”
You pulled her to stand in front of you, gliding your hands to the edge of her shirt. “May I?”
She nodded enthusiastically. In the space of about thirty seconds the two of you were standing completely naked in front of one another. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Robin’s body and how incredible it looked, and how incredible it was going to feel underneath you.
“Lie on the bed for me, I’ve got an idea of something we’ll both enjoy.” You instructed. There was no hesitation on her part, eagerly jumping up onto the bed, allowing it to bounce a little under her movement.
Once the bed had settled slightly, you straddled her lap and engaged her in another ferocious kiss. Her tongue felt so smooth against yours. You bit her lip slightly just to hear her squeak. Her hands had been flat on your back, then gripping your swaying hips that were desperate for any kind of relief, and now they had settled on grasping handfuls of your ass, trying to bring you as close as possible to her. When you ended the kiss, Robin whined desperately, not wanting to let go of your touch.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something else to kiss.”
You turned your body so that you were instead straddling her face, your face ready to settle in between her legs. You guided her legs apart gently with your hands. The inside of her thighs felt so soft against your fingertips, but there was somewhere else that you were desperate to feel.
“Do you like my idea? We can always stop if you want.” You wanted Robin to feel completely at ease with you and not forced into anything.
Without even answering Robin grabbed your hips, bringing your dripping pussy right down onto her tongue. You let out a cry and she started passionately eating you out. Fuck, that felt so good. Your head scrambled to remember what you were meant to be doing. Of course it didn’t take you long to remember what you needed so badly.
You sucked two of your fingers into your mouth, making sure they were nice and wet. Bringing them down to her entrance, you put your tongue to use on her clit. The vibrations of her moans sent even more pleasure coursing through your body. You had been toying at her entrance, but now you pushed your fingers into her until you could feel that there was no further to go.
“Oh fuck, Robin, the way you feel on my fingers is so hot.” You moaned over her sensitive clit.
She gulped in a huge breath from underneath you. “I could literally get lost in your pussy all day. And the way you feel pressing on my chest…” She groaned deeply.
You let out a breathy laugh and then got back to making sure she made as many of those noises as possible. You started pumping your fingers in and out of her wet pussy at a moderately fast pace, not wanting to lose all your energy immediately. She continued to moan into your pussy, reaching her hand around to fondle your ass, pressing you even harder into her face.
Almost as if you could read each other’s minds, both of you started grinding your hips at the same time. You quickened the pace of your fingers, causing Robin to buck randomly. The stimulation on her clit was almost too much as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Please go as fast as you can Y/N, I’m going to cum so hard for you.” She moaned loudly.
You pushed your fingers in and out as fast and deep as they would go. Robin couldn’t even eat you out properly anymore, she was just moaning curse words into your clit, which was making you close in on your own orgasm.
“Shit…Y/N!” And with that, she erupted into one of the hardest orgasms that she’d ever had. Bucking and writhing wildly underneath the continued onslaught of your fingers. When she had finally started to come down from that incredible high, she didn’t waste a second in flipping you onto the bed beneath her. She didn’t need any lube at all, as you were so wet, that she just slid her fingers straight inside you and started pushing you over the edge of your own insane orgasm.
Just before you fell over that edge, she took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it harshly. You were thrown into an equally amazing level of euphoria, throwing your head back so hard against the pillow that you probably pulled something in your neck.
It took you a couple of minutes to gather yourself enough to actually speak again. A small buzz still vibrated through the room as Robin cuddled up into your side. The two of you were absolutely exhausted.
“I’m really glad I met you, Robin Buckley.”
“Me too Y/N.” You could feel her smile against your skin.
A/N: Does anyone want a super smutty part two?
#stranger things#stranger things smut#stranger things fanfiction#robin stranger things#robin buckley#robin buckley smut#robin buckley fanfiction#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x reader smut#robin buckley x reader fanfiction#robin buckley x fem!reader#robin buckley x fem!reader smut#robin buckley x fem!reader fanfiction#friends to lovers#best friend! Robin Buckley
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i promise i'm working on everyone's requests! i just wanted to write a little something because littlend!momo has been on my mind.
good mo
|| littlend!momo, cg!nayeon ||
Most days Momo was okay playing the games that helped her work on her fine motor skills. They were usually fun and involved either playdough, playing with stickers, or putting different things like cheerios or beads onto a piece of string.
Today, though, things were extra difficult. Momo didn't want to do any of the games that her mommy usually did with her. She was hungry and sleepy and her head hurt, but she knew that she had to complete at least one game to get a snack.
Momo tried for what felt like the hundredth time to make a lowercase 'm' out of the playdough. She had already made a capital 'M' and two circles for the rest of her name, but she just couldn't get the lowercase 'm' to come out right.
Sighing in frustration, the little squished the playdough back into a ball and sat back, a big frown on her face as she looked up at her mommy. "Can't do it. Mo no good."
Nayeon's heart hurt, not liking that her baby was being so unkind to herself. "It's okay, pumpkin. You can do it. Do you want mommy to help?"
Momo shook her head and picked the small ball of playdough up again. "No! Mo needa do it. Hungry."
Nayeon gently brushed her fingers through Momo's hair and took the playdough out of her hands. "You can still have a snack even if you don't finish the game, little peach. It's okay. You already did a really good job for mommy with the rest of your name."
Momo huffed and shook her head, taking the playdough back from her mommy. She tried again, her fingers working even less now that she was more upset. As she tried again, tears started to sting the corners of her eyes. She just wanted to finish the game for her mommy and get a snack.
After watching her baby struggle for a few more seconds, Nayeon gently put her hands over the little's. She gave them a light squeeze before carefully unfurling them, helping Momo make the last letter.
"It's okay, pumpkin. Mommy can help sometimes. You did such a good job." Nayeon cooed and encouraged her baby, slowly helping her make the final letter in her name.
Momo still wasn't happy that she needed her mommy to help with such an easy letter, but she felt a sense of relief wash over her once she saw that her name was finally complete. She looked up at her mommy and held her arms up, tired from the game and ready to be done.
Nayeon smiled and got up, easily picking Momo up in her arms. The little rested her head on her mommy's shoulder and let out a small sigh, holding onto her mommy's shirt.
"Do you want a snack now, little peach?"
Momo nodded, too tired to say anything else. She closed her eyes as her mommy walked them out to the kitchen. Nayeon bent down, grabbing a cup of peach yogurt out of the fridge. She sat down at the kitchen table and opened it, slowly feeding her baby.
After a few bites of yogurt, Momo was feeling much better. Her brain was still tired and she didn't want to speak, but the yogurt tasted really good.
"All better, Mo?" Nayeon gave Momo the last spoonful of yogurt in the cup and tossed it in the trash, smiling when her baby gave her a little nod. "Want to take a nap with mommy?"
Momo responded with a yawn, leaning back into her mommy's chest. She let Nayeon pick her up and easily settled into her on the couch. As she dozed off, Momo thought that maybe it was okay to have her mommy's help sometimes.
#twice agere#twice fanfic#twice fic#littlend!momo#littledyspraxia!momo#little!momo#caregiver!nayeon#sfw#sfw interaction only#sfw agere
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🕷 Redback Spider | EARTH-90605: Manila, Philippines, 1968.
It's a change of scenery, hm? Welcome to Manila. It's 1968, and it's as hot as you can imagine it to be in a tropical nation. Oh, yeah, no, don't expect yourself to be slick and sneaky with your arrival-Word can get around everywhere in a second! And within those seconds, you're already family.
"Anak, meron kang alikabok sa ulo mo, halika dito, aayusin ko lang your buhok mo."
(My child, you have dust on your head, come here, let me just fix your hair.)
"Ang ganda mo talaga!"
(You're so totally pretty!)
"Foreigner ka ba?"
(Are you a foreigner?)
"Gutom ka ba? Gusto mo ba ng Halo-halo?"
(Are you hungry? Would you like some Halo-halo?)
I love Halo-halo...Anyways, allow me to introduce myself! I am known as RB. I was bitten by an extraterrestrial Redback spider. His name is Kanan, and what makes him extraterrestrial is his Symbiote form he injected on the right side of my neck, hence his name. He bit me when I got caught in my own web, being cornered by my boss and his subordinates from a mafia I work for...
Let's rewind a bit...
I work as a sketch artist for the police department. Can't do much with the pay that I have, especially with my circumstances of being both a woman and of a lower class. my Tito(Uncle) Aaron, works as a bartender at a pretty okay saloon. Our pay is enough to allow us to sustain ourselves in this grand, lively city despite the state of our economy so, it works out. Thing is, my Papa, my grandfather, was KIA during WWII and left me and my uncle a large sum of money we keep for absolute emergencies. As far as we knew, we were the only ones who knew about his inheritance until a little later down the line when I'd get surrounded and pinned to a wall by men in suits in a dark alleyway. Cliche, I know, I told them that too. They introduced themselves as Papa's former subordinates who were left with distasteful lives because of Papa's business with them. Until this day, I have yet to find out what tainted my Papa from being someone other than a sweet military guy but they threatened to hit the nail on my own coffin and harm my Tito in addition if I declined their offer to not only provide my Papa's old documents but to become their hitman. Someone who could do their dirty work for them in order to take down other mafia rings and eventually rise to the top as millionaires.
...
So...I took the option to withdraw those threats. I joined the mafia as their new hitman, all while having to keep this all from my Tito. It was rough, I couldn't take anyone's life just like that, and that is where we left off. With Kanan, such a transformation as such into a Spider-Person was gorey and unsettling, to say the least.
Kanan told me not to worry about it. Not to worry about them.
And the next thing I remember was my vision blacking out and gaining my own conscious back to shaking my boss' hand surrounded by the pools of mixed blood around us.
I'm still a sketch artist, and I'm still a hitman. And I'm still the RB. Needless to say, I've grown desensitized to my double life. I've gotten to be a better hitman, but it's not something I'm proud of and it's never going to be something I will be proud of. And one day, I'm going to bring this entire mafia down with me.
I'm just glad I'm not alone.
And, well, you know the rest!
Thanks, Kanan.
AAAAA This was super fun to write! And I'm so excited now that my Spidersona is finished!! :,,] It was a tough process seeing as I had to do a lot of self-reflection within myself as I don't typically have a reason to study myself and how I'm structured. It was especially difficult before as I used to shy away from analyzing myself too much due to past insecurities so putting everything I have in a character and realizing how pretty she truly is makes me want to cry :,0 I can't change the way of how I look much, not like I can play Tetris with my bone structure LMAO but it feels really good to be able to put my insecurities off and make a character I now love a lot :,,]
Translations of Baybayin: "Kanan," "Grabe...," "RB"
#art#digital#drawing#ocs#oc#digital art#digital drawing#digitalart#Spidersona#spiderman across the spiderverse#spider oc#spider sona#spiderverse oc#spidersona art#atsp#spider verse#OC#OC art#OC artwork#OC dump#Persona#Filipino#Tagalog#Baybayin
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ROTS Padmé time travels to AOTC AU
AU where Padmé dies at the end of ROTS and wakes up in 22 BBY, on the night of Zam Wesell's assassination attempt.
Padmé wakes up, rolls over, and realises she hasn’t been able to do that this easily for months. Remembers everything that happened in the past couple of days. And realises her babies are nowhere in sight. And it’s dark, but this looks a hell of a lot like her room in the senate apartment complex. And oh shit, what’s that shadow moving along the wall?
She doesn’t know how she got back here, or where her children are, but she does know the galaxy is not a safe place for her right now, and shadow-skulkers are rarely up to any good. So, she grabs her blaster from under her pillow and shoots. Voila, dead assassin bugs.
Anakin predictably comes running (and Obi-Wan too). Padmé turns the blaster on him. But he’s very young. Obi-Wan is also very young. And Padmé is very confused.
Anakin is like, “Hey, what are you pointing that thing at me for? I’m supposed to be protecting you!”
And then her eyes focus on the long braid hanging over his shoulder. Short hair.
I hold that finding Padmé aiming a blaster at him would make Anakin a little less prone to AOTC-type creepiness.
And then it all starts to maybe-kind of-sort of make sense. No kids. Young Anakin. The dead bugs on the floor. Is it really possible that the Force sent her back in time as she died?
Obi-Wan still goes out the window after the droid. Anakin stays behind, however, because Padmé’s Force presence feels distinctly rattled, and she still looks frazzled, and he’s not at all sure she should be left alone.
Padmé, alone with Anakin and not exactly comfortable with it, tries for humor. She points to the bugs. “Want a midnight snack?” Anakin just stares at her. Oh, right. She hasn’t found out about that particular dietary habit of his yet, in this timeline.
Anakin is a little perplexed as to why there’s the slight ring of an inside joke to her words?
They clean up the bug carcasses, he returns to the living room, and she goes back to bed and has a long cry.
She hears a clattering from the kitchen, and a little later, Anakin knocks on her door. “You okay? I thought… I brought you tea? Obi-Wan always says this one’s good for when you’re feeling… uh… unsettled.”
Padmé is torn between equally strong desires to deal him a good, hard slap and to bury her face in his tunic and pretend the next three years haven’t already happened. Neither of which is appropriate at this juncture, so she compromises, and graciously accepts the tea.
She still goes into refuge.
Debates not even trying to show up for MCA vote, because she knows clones are already there, on Kamino. She knows Palpatine will weasel his way into getting an army even if the majority votes against MCA. And hell, she knows the vote will fail. So what’s the point?
But decides the point is to strengthen her faction and demonstrate her position. She needs to build her coalition. The good news is she already knows who she’ll be able to trust, so she can get them together faster, and then focus on recruiting more difficult allies.
She wears much more sensible clothes for refugeeing.
On the way to Naboo, she asks Anakin if he’s heard from Shmi lately. A perfectly normal conversation topic.
“No. I’ve been having dreams, though. Of Mom, she’s hurt, she’s dying, and—Obi-Wan says it’s nothing, but I just… they feel real.”
“I have a friend who’s spent time on Tatooine,” Padmé said. “I’ll ask her if she can get in touch with your mom, if that will give you some peace of mind.”
“Really? You would do that?”
“Of course.
Then she calls Sabé, and she’s like, “Hey, I need you to meet me and a friend in Mos Espa, and pretend that you found out that Shmi Skywalker was freed by and married Cliegg Lars, and lives on his moisture farm near Anchorhead.”
Sabé is like, “Ohhh… kaayyy….”
“I’ll tell you the whole story,” Padmé says, “but later, in person. First, there’s something I need you to help me with.”
A couple days into their trip, Padmé tells Anakin that Sabé reported Shmi is no longer with Watto, but she was able to find out where she went.
And Padmé’s like, “You know… we could always go to Tatooine instead. I’d probably be safer there than on Naboo, really. No one will think to look for a spoiled Mid-Rimmer on that dustball.”
Padmé and Anakin arrive in Mos Espa, and Sabé takes them straight to the Lars farm.
Padmé praying that a few extra days will buy them enough time to save Shmi. She knows she should be grateful for the chance she was given, but damn it, why couldn't the Force have dropped her even just a little farther back in time?
When Anakin heads out to go to Tusken camp, Padmé is like, "We're coming with you.”
He protests, because she needs to stay safe, but she’s like, “If you want to talk about unsafe, how about running off without backup? Sabé was a queen’s bodyguard, don’t forget, and I have the same training.” And three years more practical experience.
Anakin relents, mostly because no way he’s going to out-stubborn both Padmé and Sabé.
Padmé gets water, maybe other med things, blanket? And then she and Sabé head out with Anakin. She’s determined that there will be no slaughter today.
They get there, Shmi’s not good.
Padmé her hand on Anakin’s shoulder as they approach. Steady. I’m here. Sabé is here. You’re not alone. Shmi’s going to be okay. I hope. If she isn’t, Sabé has orders to shoot Anakin with a stun bolt while Padmé distracts him. After that… Padmé supposes she would have to call the Jedi, and she and Sabé would just have to keep stunning Anakin until one of the Order arrives to deal with him. Tough love. She prays it won’t come to that.
“Sabé, stand guard. Anakin, help me get your mother loose. Give her a little of the water.” She needs to keep him focused on being useful, and not on thoughts of bloody vengeance. Has she always been this unrattled in a crisis, or is she keeping her cool only through her determination to change the future? Padmé doesn’t even know.
Man, if Anakin fell in love with Padmé before, he really will now that she's helped save his mom.
She has a bit of euphoria from averting disaster, and then she sees Anakin staring moodily out, saber in hand. Oh, no.
“I hate them.”
“I know.”
“Jedi aren’t supposed to hate, but I want them to hurt. Like they hurt her.”
“I know. I've hated the Neimoidians ever since they invaded my planet. Hating those who harm us is a natural reaction. Just... it doesn't mean we have to act on it, you know? Because then we aren't acting any better than the people we hate."
She places one hand over his, and with the other gently tugs on the lightsaber. “Let me keep this for you. Just until you’ve got some distance from all of this. I don’t want you to do something you might regret, Ani.”
He lets go, and she hooks the saber to her own belt.
“Come on. Let’s get your mom home.”
He gives a jerky nod. “Okay.”
Padmé tries to draw Anakin out, have actual conversations instead of terrible flirting, and give him options so he doesn't feel that he's stuck in the Jedi Order.
"Anakin... I know, years ago, Master Jinn said you would be a Jedi one day, and I know you wanted to then, but... people change, you know? And there's nothing wrong with that. I just want to make sure... that you know you aren't trapped, if you find it's not for you. I have lots of connections, if you ever need them, or even if your family does."
She takes a moment, lies down, stretched out in the sun, on the sand. Just being.
Anakin wanders over. "What the kriff are you doing?"
"I'm enjoying being alive. It's something I didn't appreciate often enough, before I... before now, I guess." Teasingly, she adds, "Why don't you come join me, Ani?"
His nose wrinkles in disgust. “No thank you. I hate sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating—and it gets everywhere.”
“If you say so.”
She gets up, and proceeds to shake sand out of her clothes. And hair. Anakin gives her an I-told-you-so look, as Beru tells her not to track sand inside because it gets everywhere and she just cleaned the floors. And then a wounded look, as he dodges a handful of sand she tosses at him.
“Sorry,” she tells him, only half meaning it. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“A long time?”
Oh, kriff.
“Yes. Five minutes feels like forever when you’re waiting to throw sand at someone.”
Padmé tells Sabé everything? And then she's not keeping secrets from her like before.
"You're not getting together with that idiot Jedi again."
"Not right away."
"Not ever, you hear me, Padmé Amidala? I will fight you, knock you out cold, and carry you away to some hidden corner of the galaxy before I let you throw your life away like that."
"If you tried to fight me, you’d lose. I've had more practical experience than you at this point, Sabe. But I'll be careful, I promise. I'll only do it if I see that I can trust him. And only once Palpatine is out of the way. I, we've, already kept Anakin from the first step toward the Sith. We can do the rest. Shorten the war. Save the Republic."
A few days later, Anakin finds Padmé in the kitchen, reading from her datapad.
“I just wanted to say—thank you, Padmé. You… you really are an angel. If you hadn’t suggested calling Sabé, and if you hadn’t been there tonight—well, I don’t know what I would have done.”
“I know. It’s terribly cliché, but that’s what friends are for.”
“Friends?”
She can see the disappointment he tries to hide.
“Yes, Ani. I hope I can call you my friend.”
“It’s just… I thought, maybe…”
She lays the datapad aside and gestures for him to join her at the table.
“I was in a whirlwind romance once. It ended very badly. I can’t do that again. I won’t. I… I like you very much. But I need you to give me time, and space.”
Geonosis happens. Padmé tells Anakin to be careful before they part and he fights Dooku.
“Be careful, Ani. Try to come back in one piece, okay?”
And Anakin, being in a much more balanced frame of mind than he was in the original timeline, actually heeds her and isn’t quite so arrogant when it comes to fighting Dooku.
As the war goes on, Padmé builds an anti-war, anti-Palpatine coalition. It goes faster this time, because she knows who she should reach out to and what arguments to use
Gives them all more time to spend on recruiting other senators to the cause.
She also does some work to dig up dirt on Palpatine.
Has the Handmaidens quietly investigate his estate, financial affairs, or whatever on Naboo, too?
Padmé gets closer to the Jedi Order, spends more time with Ahsoka when she can, and gets Ahsoka to introduce her to Barriss.
Tells Barriss if she ever needs a confidante outside the Order, she’s here.
Consequently, Barriss goes to Padmé when she’s struggling, and Padmé talks to Anakin and Obi-Wan about getting her transferred out of active service.
Becomes either involved in Senate duties, working with Padmé’s coalition, or healing
Padmé also finds some way to minimize the damage from the Rako Hardeen incident.
She invites Satine to Coruscant for a political meeting of some sort, just before she would be imprisoned/Maul would appear
Maybe she and Anakin are a little matchmakery with Satine and Obi-Wan.
The war ends, maybe a little ahead of schedule or maybe not. Palpatine is outed as a Sith. Anakin has a bit of a struggle with that, but not nearly as much, and he’s able to do his Chosen One thing and help defeat him.
The Jedi look at the closeness of the crew, Barriss shares how she was floundering until Padmé stepped in. The Jedi review their stances on attachment, etc.
Padmé and Anakin, who’ve been building a close relationship over the course of the war, marry. Not secretly. Shmi gets to be there. And Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex and the rest of the 501st, and the Naberrie family. Probably Satine, as well.
And let’s say Luke and Leia are just fated to exist, because it’s hard to imagine a SW universe without them.
I’m posting this as a bullet point AU, because frankly, I’ve been getting what seems like a crap ton of plot ideas lately, and there’s just no way I’m going to be able to write fics for them all.
If anyone wants to pick this up and run with it, flesh it out, make a oneshot or a multichapter fic or whatever, be my guest! (Please just make sure to notify and credit me!)
#padmé amidala#anakin skywalker#time travel au#star wars#star wars au#aotc#aotc au#shmi skywalker lives#anidala#building a better anidala#fix it#fic ideas#up for adoption
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"I Love My Body"
Just saw a tt of the "I love my body from my head to my toes" song and had such a vision for wangxian, so hear me out:
Lan Zhan's earliest memory is his mom singing that song to him. She would sing it almost every day, holding him close in her arms.
When he figured out that he was a boy and not a girl as a young kid, his mother smiled and hugged him tightly, rocking him and singing that song.
That song is the music of his life. It runs through his mind and brings a joy, appreciation, and love for his own body.
As he got older, things got a bit more difficult for him in terms of how he looked, but he still found time to look at himself in the mirror, thinking of that song that his mother would sing, and feel himself settle a little more into his skin.
He met Wei Ying when he was 15.
Wei Ying was chaos and beauty and everything that frightens Lan Zhan, inextricably drawing him in.
Wei Ying confides in Lan Zhan that he is trans, but he's not as far on his journey of self realization as Lan Zhan, only finding comfort in stating this by knowing him.
Their friendship and adoration for each other blossoms and grows over the years.
There are days when Wei Ying feels unsettled, like his skin doesn't fit him. It's too big and yet too small, wrong in places where it should be right. On those days, Lan Zhan holds him and sings.
The first time Lan Zhan sang that song to Wei Ying, they were still 15, and Wei Ying sobbed against his shoulder.
Sometimes it's hard, but he loves himself. He does. He loves himself because Lan Zhan taught him how to.
They grow together and settle into themselves.
Three years into their marriage they end up very suddenly fostering a "trouble maker" teen.
They immediately see Mo Xuanyu for who he is. They are patient and quiet, waiting for Mo Xuanyu to feel comfortable enough in his new home; comfortable knowing he won't be tossed out.
Not for who he is.
It takes a while, but Mo Xuanyu eventually comes to them one night, eyes misty and chest tight. He tells them about who he is and they nod and accept him outright. They had told him about who they are, but Mo Xuanyu just needed time.
And there are days when Mo Xuanyu struggles. Lan Zhan understands but Wei Ying feels it more intimately so he lets Wei Ying take action on it more often than not.
There are days when Lan Zhan walks past their living room to see his husband and son cuddled on the couch together.
Wei Ying holds Mo Xuanyu, brushing a hand through his hair as he sings in soft tones, "I love my body from my head to my toes."
Lan Zhan smiles to himself, feeling warm and happy. There are days that are harder, but things will always get better, especially with love.
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🥹🖤 that's my little drabble about t4t wangxian with trans mxy inspired by this tt! Hope you found some warmth from it 🖤🖤🖤 loving yourself can he a hard thing to do
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Aria's (Un)Happy Childhood (A Prim And Proper Problems fic)
This is similar to the small fic 'We Meet Again' that I made back in 2022. Except, this is what Aria had experienced growing up. This is based off of the popular Prim And Proper Problems fic by @kayssweetdreams.
Every child deserves a chance to be happy, regardless of what life tends to throw at them. Some children do get the priviledge to have a happy childhood. Others, not so much.
And in Aria's case? Her once happy childhood turned into a living nightmare before she even realized it.
The four-year-old girl thought that everything in her life was perfect. After all, she had two wonderful parents, amazing aunts and uncles, awesome cousins, and the most loving grandparents that anyone could ask for.
But she was bound to learn the horrible secret that her parents were hiding from her one day.
It all started one night when the little brown-haired girl was getting ready for bed. As soon as she entered into her bedroom, that was when she heard her parents talking with each other. Her mother sounded frightened while her father sounded…angered. Aria was confused but quietly listened to their conversation.
"Another love note!?" Roy exclaimed, angered. "When will this woman take the hint that I am not interested!?"
"What if she finds us, Roy?" Esme asked, panicking. "What if she sees our daughter?"
"That woman will not touch our daughter, Mo leannan," Roy firmly assured Esme. "And in the event that she does find us, we'll have to..make a difficult choice. We'll have to move."
"I see." Esme nodded. She knew why it would be a difficult choice. Because it would mean having to separate from the rest of the family. And she knew that Aria loved spending every Sunday with them.
"It is getting rather late." Roy's tone was now calm. "I'll go tuck our daughter in." He then went upstairs to where Aria's room was and went inside. Aria was sitting on her bed, hugging her bunny plushie.
"Daddy, what's going on with you and Mummy?" Aria asked.
"Nothing's going on between us, Brèagha," Roy replied. "Your mother saw something terrifying and I reacted angrily to it. Sorry if I scared you."
"What did you see?" Aria lied in her bed as Roy pulled the covers over her.
"I promise to tell you when you're old enough, Aria." Roy planted a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, Brèagha." Then, he turned off the lights and left the room.
Eight years later, Roy had to be deployed to Afghanistan. This was to be expected as being a marine required him to go to a different country. So currently, it was just Aria and her mother at the time.
Aria sighed as she sat on the one of the benches of her middle school's yard. She missed her father terribly and wondered when he would be coming home. Aria recalled how, during those eight years, Roy still wouldn't tell her what he was so angry about. And this made Aria even more confused.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a strange woman standing by the school who appeared to be in her mid thirties. This woman had platinum-blonde hair that was tied into a tight bun, fair skin, and piercing violet eyes that would glare into the soul of anyone she looked at.
And her outfit? It was a long-sleeved black dress that resembled the ones that women that were in the upper class would wear back in the day. She wasn't sure why, but there was something about that woman that didn't seem right.
Fortunately, the woman didn't notice Aria was staring at her. She was rather more busy with talking onto her phone with someone. Her lips were curled into sickeningly sweet smile. "What's that? He's over in Afghanistan?" She said on the phone. "Aww, that's too bad. My offer still stands… What!? He has a daughter!? Hmm… Perhaps, she won't be as much trouble as her mother…"
Aria felt her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to tell her mother about this now. But how would her mother react?
A couple months later, Aria turned thirteen. And it was on the same day that Roy returned home. "Welcome home, a shèoid!" Esme greeted her husband.
"Father!" Aria cried, running up to Roy and hugging him. Roy smiled and hugged his family back. But the happy moment was ruined when loud knocking was heard at the door. Confused, Esme walked over and opened the door.
To Aria's shock, it was that same woman that she saw. "Primrose? What are you doing here?" Esme asked. So that was what that woman's name was…
"Out of my way, peasant," Primrose spat. "I need to speak to Roy!" Her tone was haughty and cruel. Aria frowned at this. Why was this Primrose woman mean to her mother?
"What do you want now, Primrose?" Roy asked.
"What, no "Hello" for me?" Primrose asked in a fake-hurt tone as she flashed a smile at him. "I've been doing well on my own. I'm the headmistress of my own school and I'm handing out flyers to everyone in Scotland."
"You have a school?" Roy asked, frowning. His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Yes." Primrose gave one of the flyers to Roy. "I call it PPP, short for Prim, Proper, and Perfection. A boarding school for girls that are EAGER to be perfect young ladies."
Aria made the mistake of peeking out from behind Roy. Because Primrose saw the young girl, peeking out. "Oh! And who is this young lady?" The woman nodded at Aria.
"This is my daughter, Aria," Roy asked, now sensing the red flags. "Why do you want to know?"
"I think she'll make an excellent fit in PPP," Primrose said. "If she fits my standards, she'll become the president of the student council that happens there. Don't you want your little girl to be that perfect and that successful?"
"Primrose, our daughter is already perfect to us," Esme said. "And we're already helping her choose a high school that she would enjoy going to."
"Nonsense!" Primrose barked. She then shoved a thick envelope into Roy's hands. "In this envelope is $900,000 in cash. If you accept it, I'll assure you that your daughter will be well taken care of in PPP."
"You're going to bribe us with money to send our daughter to a place that we don't know about!?" Roy was now angered at this. "We made up our minds! Aria is not going to your school! Now leave and we better not see you anywhere near her!"
Primrose huffed at this before storming out of the house, slamming the door shut. This made Aria jump in fear. "Mother? Father? Who was that woman?" She asked.
"Some woman that your father and I…don't really like," Esme said. "We don't want you talking to her, Aria. If you see her outside and we're not home, immediately get inside and lock the door. If she knocks, do not open it at all costs. You wait until we get home, okay?"
This scared Aria a lot more than what had happened earlier, but she always listened to her parents. So she nodded, making her parents sigh in relief.
Unfortunately for the Montgomerys, it wasn't over until Primrose said it was.
I don't own Madame Prim.
Roy, Esme, and Aria belong to me.
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❄️ and ⛅️ please! (And hello! C:)
Hi Mo, thank you!!
Ok, the second was difficult, I'll admit... Particularly because I'm overtly critical of my work and if you ask me what's my favourite piece I've drawn/written, I'll always answer "the next one".
Buuuut... Let's try it.
First is from next chapter, it's the one light moment of it and I am still considering whether to keep it. I quite like the dialogue in this too, I think.
Second, under the cut, is from Chapter 28 in Monster Fic, if you want to avoid the spoiler... But yeah I got a thing for Aisling and Radha quarrelling, they just hit each other the best.
❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.
The same Dorian who is now skimpering back in the light of the camp, shoulders at ear level and a high-pitched whine in his throat, making a bee-line for Aisling with the air of a person who just stepped in something extremely unpleasant.
She’s sitting cross legged in front of the fire, consulting maps and tracing courses with Radha and Cassandra, and doesn’t need to be told anything by the Altus to shift around and spread her legs, outstretching her arms as if it was the most normal things in the world. By the way no one reacts to the scene, it could as well be. Dorian sits down heavily amidst them, with confidence surely dued to a friendship Cullen never really notice just how close-knitted was until now. Oh, he was told, but seeing them was different.
“What am I looking for?”
“I put my face in a spiderweb and I’m sure the fucking spider is still there. Please take it away, please.”
He sounds extremely distressed, his voice is higher, and the elf doesn’t wait to get to work, giggling as behind her Radha huffs and Cassandra lets out a disgusted noise just for show.
“I’m sure there’s nothing!” Aisling coos, fingers threading in his hair nevertheless, eyes kin on his head as she separates locks from locks.
“There is, I can feel it crawling!” He insists, shivering.
“And women are the weaker sex.” Cassandra snorts, but there’s amusement in her face, lips quirking upward as she observes the two, everyone taking it as a pause from the activities.
“I am sorry I wasn’t cut from stone as you and I mind having something with too many legs and too many eyes taking a walk on my head!” Dorian quips, piqued.
“Give Sparklers a break, Seeker, he had to peel his own grapes today, he needs to relax from so much exhertion!” Varric adds in, a laughter in his tone, and met suddenly with another disgusted noise.
“You should keep the spider, it’ll weave its web in your hair and you will stop complaining about mosquitoes.” Radha adds, moving a compass on the map and noting some numbers on a piece of paper, lips quirked up in a smile.
Aisling turns to pout at her, reproach in her eyes as her fingers keep working. It’s quick, just the time for her sister to notice and raise one eyebrow at her and the mage is back to the task.
“You all are not helping!” She complains, but there’s no real bitterness in her tone.
“Come on Lucky, we are! He’s not crying, look at him!”
“Of course he’s not, because there is no-” And with that she stops, eyes growing big and fingers stopping.
The whole of the party stops to look at her, expecting, making Dorian noticing and starting to pale considerably.
“What? What??” He asks, frantic, patting the outside of Aisling’s thigh with a purpose to make her talk.
“It’s… Ah, it’s nothing! I got distracted noticing just how much hair do you have and how thick it is…” Aisling quips back, grimacing as she picks something from the back of Dorian’s head with her right hand and retreats the hand keeping it as far from her body as she can. Her left keep on ruffling his hair in circular motions. “… and I hate you for that, you’re truly despicable. And there’s no spider here.”
She grew better at lying, even if her voice is cracking a little… As she looms with concern at the big fat hairy spider she is holding from a thick leg between her index and thumb. The creature is still alive, weaving all the legs around with a vengeance, and from the colour it’s easy to guess it’s not just any spider: it’s bright red and black, very visible and shiny in the firelight. She shakes her hand and glares at Radha without saying anything: but everything is apparently enough for the elf to understand, since she raises up the piece of paper she was writing onto so that the spider can be let fall on it. Briskly and minding to keep the paper well away from her body and the spider still on it, the rogue raises up and walks away from the camp, as silent as a mouse with her bare feet. Cassandra grimaces at the show, understanding it was something venomous, and Varric can’t contain chortling under his breath. Which instantly trips Dorian off even if Aisling returned to ruffle his hair, now mindlessly, with both hands.
🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.
“What do you want? How much will you ask until you believe we love and care for you, that you’ve been one of ours from the start, it never mattered that you weren’t born with us, and that we won’t abandon you, that we’re your family? How much more, Aisling?”
This is a low hit, and the lowest she could go. Aisling tho, refuses to cry.
“Do you think it’s easy for me?”
“I think it’s not as difficult as it should be, if at the first impediment you just run away.”
“I’m not running away. You don’t understand. You can’t understand.”
“What now? I can go back but you don’t? It sounds like nothing we did has ever mattered!”
“I can’t go back!” Aisling yells, stomping her foot and unwillingly willing the flames to burn hotter and more.
Radha steps back, hissing through her nose and avoiding the fire lapping forward. A moment, and she goes back to face her, unbothered by the outburst and just glaring at her.
“I don’t know who convinced you of this, but-”
“You know it too. I will never be able to go back, I will…” She snorts, tossing her arms to the side. “The Inquisition will never let me go. I won’t ever be able to leave because I have this-” She shows the Anchor, pouring a little bit of magic into it, just enough to have it glow green. “- and so I am needed here.”
“You could resign. Step back. You hate politics.”
“Yes, and then what?” She laughs, mirthlessly. “There’ll arrive another crazy overlord searching for this mark, and the clan won’t be able to stand the tide. I’m stepping back from them because it’s the only sensible thing I can do. Do you really think what happened in Wycome won’t happen again? Or that the next time it will all go smoothly as this one? Do you?”
#ask game#petrel replies#writing petrel#science bros#we all know Dorian will never get used to camping#and Aisling is basically a hybrid between a elf and an octopus or a koala
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