#mama killa

[pattytacuri]

my favorite ghost story

You’re my favorite ghost story- the one I will tell me granddaughters when their hearts get broken I’ll tell them, “Once upon a time, I lived a fairytale romance- I never felt so loved and protected or seen but sometimes something so pure and lovely Ends without a reason or rhyme- And I felt a devastation set in my bones- and I thought death would be better than living my life without my lover- and I died-but inside- it was the princess I was when I was with him and out of the ashes of the dead princess- mama Killa put me back together And I rose like the Incan Queens before me and became better, braver, and stronger than ever I didn’t just glow up after the breakup I had a complete transformation from princess to Queen And because that Incan blood also runs through you You’ll rise too like the many Incan queens before you

10/1/22

[nordseehexe]

New Altair

[wearytaco]

For my spiritualists and geologists

[berberriescorner]

"Balancing Acts"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Rio takes an important phone call while dealing with Beth and her minions.

Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of violence, Mild sexual innuendos, slight referencing to intimacy, implied threats, and Rio’s nonchalant view of violence.

Word Count: 1,200+.

Silence filled the room as tension wafted through a pristine kitchen. Rio posted up against the spotless island. Nerves had a funny way of forcing oneself to stress clean. His eyes bounced to the others occupying the space.

“Y’all ain't got shit to say?”

Beth and Ruby’s shoulders jumped as Annie started to stammer, “L-look I totally understand that we have an arrangement-.”

“Oh, you understand, yeah? If that were the case. I’d have my bread and we wouldn’t have this pointless conversation.”

“We—just need a little more time. There have been a few mishaps-.”

“I ain't come here for excuses. Figure the shit out. You got forty-eight hours. Get to it,” Rio barked.

His phone chirped and the three women gawked at how quickly he could turn the anger off. They watched as he answered the call.

“What's up darlin’? Yeah? Hold up, let me switch to video. Put little mamas on the phone.”

Rio's fingers moved quickly across his screen. The tiny, bashful voice flowed through the speaker on his phone making the usually emotionless man smile brightly. It quickly shifted to a frown once the little voice started to sniffle.

Your voice cooed from behind your daughter. You brushed her hair behind her ear, holding her tight, and kissing her head. You rocked her side to side, “Go ahead, baby, tell your Daddy what happened at school today.”

“Who made my baby girl cry?”

“D-daddy he said I was chubby,” she responded, lip quivering.

Rio’s eyes connected with yours. You frowned, “Some little a—boy said her cheeks were chubby and pinched them hard. She told him to stop. He followed that up with a hair pull, cackling his funky breath in her face. Miss Mamas cocked back and punched him in the face. The teacher only caught that part. She tried to explain, but the little b—terror lied. To keep things fair they both had to sit out at recess today.”

“Is that right? Look at me, my baby. You know you're beautiful, right?”

Your daughter sniffled, wiping away the remnants of her tears, and nodded.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Then that's the only thing that matters. Okay? Daddy thinks you're beautiful. Would I lie to my baby girl?”

“No, sir,” she replied, as a small smile spread across her face.

“Fu—forget what that teacher said. You did the right thing. They say violence isn't the answer, but you should always defend yourself. You got me, little mamas?”

Your daughter giggled. Leaning closer to the screen she stage-whispered, “I made his nose bleed. His little ugly self deserved it.”

“That's my girl.”

“Unh-uh! Don't hype her up. She'll be swinging on everybody from this point forward,” you teased. “You’re trying to turn every member in this household into a TTGK.”

You and Rio had formed the acronym for when he wanted to discuss business without the little ones understanding. He chuckled at your use of ‘Trained To Go Killa.’

“I'm just trying to keep the love of my life and my babies ready.”

“I know, Papa. Stay ready-.”

“So you don't have to get ready,” your baby girl said, finishing your sentence.

“See? Just grown,” you teased, giving your daughter a little tickle. “Mommy needs to talk to Daddy. Go tell your sisters and brothers to get washed up for dinner,” you instructed, kissing her soft round cheek.

The minute she darted away, your eyes connected with your husbands. You bit your lip as his eyes roamed over the sight of you.

“Aren't you working?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he glanced at the three women looking gobsmacked. Rio cut his eyes at them, shaking his head, he continued, “I always got time for wifey and my babies though.”

“I need you to stop eyeing me like you’re about to take me down,” you squeaked.

“Oh, I plan to. When I get home,” he responded, baritone smooth as silk.

“Aht, aht! Chill. I have children to feed. I don't need to have impure thoughts at the dinner table.”

“Wouldn’t be the first, nor the last time that’s happened, mama.”

“Anyway! I tried to explain that situation to her.”

“What? That the little jerk needed his ass beat?”

“No, Rio! You act like you weren't doing the same thing at that age. His square-headed behind was flirting with her.”

“Nah, mama. I was smooth with it. You didn’t know? I’ve always had emotional intelligence. Even back then. Flirting or not, mans still needed some sense knocked into him. Do I know him? Who’s his pops? Might need to have a little chat with him.”

“First of all. Why am I not surprised you had the girlies in a frenzy, even back then? You were probably bringing them little fast-ass girls flowers and all,” you joked, playfully rolling your eyes. “You will not be going to talk to that boy’s father. You can’t threaten everybody, Papa.”

“Who said I was going to make threats? I just wanna talk.”

“Yeah, right. Keep lying in my face. Leave that family alone, Rio. If it happens again, then, by all means, do what you need to do. Hell, I might even have a chat with his mama, but let’s just wait and see. Okay, Papa?”

“You lucky I love your ass,” Rio grunted.

Marcus and your eldest daughter walked into the kitchen with rapid-fire questions.

“Your rude ass children are hungry. Let me go feed these beautiful heathens.”

“I ain’t forgot about taking you down. Be ready for me when I get home, yeah?”

Your two eldest children started to make gagging noises, reminding you that children were present. They pleaded with you not to have another baby. Jokingly, of course.

“Y’all always blocking on your pops. Chill on me. That’s my wife and I’ma love on her.”

Rio took a minute to say hello to the rest of his children. With an ‘I love you’ and promises of ‘cuddles’ later that night, Rio ended the call. He locked the device, sliding it back into his jacket pocket.

His eyes cut back to the three stooges (a name Mick had given them). The three women stared at Rio befuddled.

“Back to my money-.”

“How on earth do you do that,” Ruby questioned in amazement.

“Do what,” Rio responded curtly.

“You were seconds away from busting a cap in our behinds. In a snap of a finger, your entire mood changed. You slid right into daddy mode,” Ruby said, still in awe.

“Damn, your daddy game is on point,” Annie praised, following it with a yelp. Ruby had mugged the back of her head.

“You’re so calm and gentle with your family. It’s just-,” Beth started.

“Oh, I get it,” he responded, nodding a few times. “The thugged-out, tatted-up gangster is supposed to be the run-of-the-mill deadbeat baby daddy, right? We’ll also spin the block on me poppin’ a cap so to speak, because I still don’t see a duffle bag anywhere in sight.”

“That’s not what I meant at all,” Beth stammered, face red.

Rio cut his eyes to the shaky redhead. “Doubtful, but fuck all that. Yes, I take care of mine. I’ll give every last one of them the world if they ask for it. Now slide your asses out of my personal life, and go get my fucking money.”

Rio’s patience was dwindling by the second. He was ready to get to the money and get home to his wife. His tongue traced his lips at the thought of her.

These bitches need to stop wasting my time. I’m tryin’ to kiss my babies goodnight and put mama to sleep.

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[pbnbucks]

can i request uconn stewie x cheerleader gf smut?

word count : 493

warnings : smut, cussing, clothes on sex

summary : breanna loves her cheerleader after a good game

the after game ritual was very simple actually, it had you where ever stewie wanted you doing what she wanted to you.

this night you where straddled on breanna’s lap with you cheer uniform still on you as she teased you painfully slow.

“stop teasing B just fuck me already we both know where its going to end up” a big smile forms across her face as she wanted you right where you were

“thats no way to ask me for something babe, you know how that ended last time” you knew exactly where it ended last time, you endured 3 hours of teasing and edging from the competitive girl.

“please, please, please fuck me breanna, i need you so fucking bad” she slides her hands up your thighs finding there way under your cheer skirt as she worshiped that uniform, the way you screamed her name at games, the way after a game she had you bent over on her lap as she slid her fingers in and out of you.

“so pretty, don’t worry you’ll get your way soon” she coos removing your hair from your face so she can get a better view of you, as she finally flips you over onto your back sliding up the skirt removing your shorts from under as she aligns the strap up with your entrance teasingly pushing in causing a moan to escape your lips

“there you go baby” she smirks as her un needed comment was made picking on you for being needy, she continues her as you hear her headboard hit the wall repeatedly pissing off the neighbors around your dorm.

“so wet, all for me mama?” she coos as she sees your liquids begin to spill “yes bre all for you” you praise at her ability to hit your g spot so many times in a row knowing your body like the back of her hand.

“looked so good cheering for me tonight” breanna loved when she would look over to you after scoring a bucket, how you were always there cheering her on.

“mhm, did so good B” she places a kiss right under your ear that send shivers down your spine. “oh fuck- breanna im gonna cum” she hums in response, kisses your lips speeding up her pace

“go on baby, want you to cum right on my cock” she coos as your liquids where now spilling all over the silicone strap that never slowed down once, also spilling on breanna’s thighs as she moans at the warm feeling.

she helps you ride out your high as she removes the strap making you whimper at the empty feeling, she places a kiss on your forehead as she grabs a wet wipe from her side table cleaning you two up and throwing it away as she lays on your stomach when not long after her snores begin to surround the room as you place meaningful kisses on her head

[miracleonice87]

from uncle trav to killa dad

part of the kissing kelce universe

a/n: apparently she writes NFL fic now. no one is shocked. the first installment in the kissing kelce miniseries / universe! sharing the first 3,400ish words of the 8,100ish I already have written... "alright nah" 😈 hope y'all enjoy! (also, will make a masterlist for this universe specifically -- until then just use the "kissing kelce" tag)

warnings: swearing, sickness / vomiting, alcohol, mentions of menstrual cycles / unprotected sex / pregnancy / babies, allusions to not keeping a pregnancy / not being ready to have kids, basically don't read if pregnancy / having kids is triggering for you

word count: ~3,400+

___

February 2023

It was only the end of its second month, but 2023 was already one of the best years of Travis’s life. 

First off, this was the first calendar year he had ever begun as your husband, not your boyfriend or your fiancé, which still delighted him to no end, hence why he was constantly referring to you as “Mrs. Kelce,” both publicly and, his favorite, privately. Two weeks ago, he’d won his second Super Bowl after competing against his big brother and best friend, Jason – a literal childhood dream come true. And in one week’s time, he’d be hosting Saturday Night Live. Saturday. Night. Live. As in, “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night.” As in 30 Rockefeller Plaza. As in who in the fuck was about to let him do that?!

Travis Kelce had the world on a string, you by his side, and he could not ask for more. 

Except for you to shake the illness that had been plaguing you for the last several days.

You’d always been an expert napper, but usually for no more than an hour or so; this week you’d been going to bed early, sleeping late, and napping for two or three hours at a time, and Travis was highly concerned. He didn’t like seeing you stub your toe, let alone seeing you struggle with such low energy. He had a growing feeling this was more than just you catching up on your rest after a jam-packed week of team festivities and visitors. 

This especially worried him knowing that the two of you needed to leave for New York City first thing tomorrow morning. For a normal event appearance, he’d be moving flights or changing dates, making any adjustments necessary to tend to you and make you as comfortable as possible, but he didn’t exactly have that flexibility with SNL, and he was beginning to panic a bit. 

After a Zoom call with his agents and the SNL producers walking Travis through the schedule for his upcoming rehearsal week, he flipped his laptop shut and immediately hustled up the steps to the primary bedroom, where he assumed you must still be sleeping, as he hadn’t heard any movement upstairs during his call – not even that of the dogs, who usually found their way downstairs to him when they heard his voice as he was taking calls.

Your husband couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was off. 

Travis made quick work of striding down the long hallway and sneaking into your bedroom, trying not to make the hardwood floor creak beneath his large frame as he sidled up to your side of the bed. Sure enough, he found both Rambo and Chauncey snuggled at your feet, popping their heads up when he entered the room, clearly on guard and ready to defend their sleeping mama should the need arise. He ruffled their fur upon his approach and made a mental note to reward them with treats for that later, then focused his attention back on you. 

Usually, you rested serenely on your back or side, with a single pillow beneath your head; today, you obviously couldn’t get comfortable, because you were curled into the fetal position with an arm flung between two pillows messily folded under your head, another pillow shoved between your chest and your knees. Even in your sleep, your brows were drawn together in discomfort. He hated to wake you, but his intuition was nagging at him to ensure that you were okay. As he slowly lowered himself to the edge of the bed and traced your bottom lip tenderly with his thumb, you stirred, blinking bleary eyes. 

“Hey, sweetness,” Travis whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “How’s my girl doin’?”

With his lips still resting against your skin, his hand cradling the back of your head, you groaned. You weren’t one to complain, but whatever this sickness was that you’d been dealing with was kicking your ass, and he knew it. 

“Mm, I’ve been better,” you admitted, grasping his forearm with both hands to keep him close, ever comforted by his presence and touch. “It is flu season — must just be some bug going around.” 

Travis hummed contemplatively, then broke away to peer down at you carefully. 

“Maybe, but if you’re not feeling better by tomorrow, we’re gettin’ you to a doctor, even if it’s in New York,” he announced, gently palming your stomach which had been uncharacteristically sour all day. The warmth of his touch soothed your whole abdomen like a heating pad. “Capisce?” 

“Yes, captain,” you muttered, hiding your face in his sizable bicep as he snickered. “I’m due for my period soon so that’s probably not helping either,” you added, a throwaway comment on any other day… 

But not today. 

Though you couldn’t see it, Travis’s eyes narrowed at that remark, flickering around the room wildly as his mind began to race. 

Nah, he mused silently. Couldn’t be.

But it seemed you arrived at the same possibility on your own, because seconds later, you gasped, exclaimed “oh, my fucking god!” and sat up straight, leaning your arms against his thigh for strength as the room seemed to spin around you, the dogs hopping off the bed, annoyed at the interruption of their own naps.

“Travis, what’s today’s date?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “It’s the 28th, baby,” he said evenly. 

And with that, you flung the covers off and ran for the bathroom once again, dropping to your knees on the marble and leaning over the toilet just in time. 

As Travis followed closely after you, he knew. He couldn’t believe that, in all of the Super Bowl hype and hysteria, he had missed it up until now. It was so obvious. Your monthly visitor always arrived on the 20th of the month – when you’d asked once how he remembered to bring home Diet Cokes and chocolate-covered pretzels, items you purposely didn’t keep in the house and only indulged in when you were PMSing, on the correct day, month in and month out, Travis often teased that you were so regular, he could set his watch to you. 

He hadn’t purchased those items this month, though. Hadn’t even thought of it due to all of the post-win, postseason pandemonium.

And apparently, neither had you. 

He hastily did the math. Today was February 28th, which meant that you were now eight days late. His pulse quickened at the realization, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The Chiefs had won the Super Bowl on February 12th, and unsurprisingly, the two of you had taken every single available opportunity since then to celebrate his big win behind closed doors – even if they were occasionally car or coat closet doors. And though the chances of getting you pregnant during that window were not exceedingly high, it was certainly far from impossible – plus, he thought immediately of the many times he had teased his brother Jason about his “super sperm,” having gotten his wife Kylie pregnant every other year since they’d been married. And it was a well-known fact that the two brothers shared many genetic characteristics, including their size and their athleticism.

Maybe this particular trait was no different.

Though you were busy actively being sick, you were doing the same calculations in your head. 

Shit. Shit shit shit. You were always so careful, so meticulous, so diligent about timing your intimacy with Travis, taking extra precautions during those prime times and consistently warning him verbally when you were ovulating, as you never wanted him to feel like you were trying to “trap” him, even though you’d now been married for nearly a year. He gently poked fun at you and playfully rolled his eyes in those instances, assuring you that he, first of all, would never question your intentions regarding your relationship and, second, would be absolutely thrilled if and when that time came for the two of you. 

But in other conversations, outside the bedroom and the heat of the moment, the two of you had mutually agreed that since you yourself weren’t 100% ready to start a family just yet, you would wait. You respected Travis endlessly for that, because anyone who knew him knew how desperately he longed to become a father. But if you didn’t want that right now, that was the end of the discussion – Travis was adamant that nothing was happening in that department until you made the call.

But these past couple of weeks… there had been so much emotion, so much energy, and so much alcohol involved that admittedly, neither of the two of you had given timing or protection a second thought. All that each of you wanted was the other, and nothing – not the calendar nor visiting parents nor the prospect of arriving late to the celebratory parade nor being in Travis’s Range Rover when the desire arose – was going to keep you apart physically. You’d thrown caution to the wind as you enjoyed being in your little fantasyland bubble together, and now, reality was sinking in.

As you finally finished coughing and sputtering, Travis broke from holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail in order to pour a small cup of mouthwash and offer it to you. You graciously accepted and swished it around generously before flushing it away. As you leaned back from the bowl, he gathered you into his arms with a quiet but firm “come ‘ere.” You both sat on the tile, backs against the glass wall of the shower beside you, and he rested his cheek atop your head, looping his long arms around your waist.

“Better?” Travis inquired simply. 

You groaned, eyes falling closed as the now-familiar weariness enveloped you again. 

“Yeah…” he answered himself with a sigh, sensing your utter exhaustion. 

The two of you sat in wordless contemplation for what felt like an eternity. 

Finally, you broke the deafening silence. 

“Trav?” you croaked. 

“Yeah?”

“I think I need to take a pregnancy test…”

He tipped his head backward against the glass, guilt wracking his every cell. 

“I think so, too,” he echoed. 

After a long debate on the bathroom floor about how to go about obtaining the home tests – with Travis arguing “you wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me, so it should really be on me” against your “I’m way less likely to be recognized in the aisle of the drugstore” – you finally reached a compromise, which was to DoorDash a wide variety of tests straight to your door, avoiding the need for either of you to be seen out in public. Kansas City was a larger city with a small town feel, and most of the time, you loved that about your adopted hometown, but today, the prospect of being recognized sent your anxiety into overdrive. Photos of either of you purchasing pregnancy tests being splashed all over social media two weeks after the Super Bowl was truly the last thing you both needed, especially if it turned out to be all for nothing, a false alarm. 

So, instead, you had waited the fifteen long minutes until the bag full of tests arrived at your doorstep, peering through the blinds until the driver was completely out of sight before opening the door and retrieving the delivery. You grabbed a Solo cup from the pantry and quickly climbed the steps back up to your bedroom, where you found Travis sitting in a lounge chair, hands folded together, elbows on knees, chin to chest – obviously deep in thought. He didn’t seem to hear you coming until you purposely rustled the plastic bag. As you held it up weakly, his eyes met yours, and he offered a soft smile which seemed forced. 

Travis Kelce forcing a smile. A rarity.

“Secured the bag,” you said quietly, attempting to lighten the mood. “Literally.”

He nodded and slowly stood as you extended a hand, which he grasped in his as you headed into the bathroom together. When you reached the counter, you climbed atop it and shook out the contents of the bag, revealing half a dozen boxes of all shapes, sizes, types, and colors; contained in them were sixteen tests in total. You gazed down at them with pursed lips for a few quiet moments, then Travis cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him.

“Honey, before we do this, I just need to…” he swallowed thickly as his hands found the tops of your thighs, and you could tell that whatever he was about to say was weighing painfully heavy on him. You weren’t used to seeing him so serious, and you reached out a hand to rub his shoulder in support. “Listen… you know I’ve always been excited about the prospect of… well, not just having a baby, but having a baby with you, but… it’s really important to me that you know that we do not have to do this. Not now, not ever. Not if you don’t want to.”

The sincerity in his icy blue eyes was enough to make your heart skip a beat, and you hummed appreciatively, cupping his stubbly cheek in your hand. 

“Thank you,” you whispered as he turned your wrist to press a featherlight kiss to the inside of it. “And I can’t tell you how much I love you for that. But… one thing at a time, okay? Let me go take care of this, and we’ll go from there.”

Travis nodded, concern etched on his brow. It wasn’t an expression he commonly wore, and it certainly didn’t suit him. 

“Yeah… yeah, alright,” he said, sniffing. “You, um, you want me to stay in here with you, or…”

You shook your head, a small smile at play on your lips. 

“No, I’ve been peeing on my own since I was about two, so I’ll do that part myself and report back, captain,” you teased, and Travis offered a shy smirk. You rested your forehead against his. “Okay?”

He nodded, head still pressed to yours. 

“Okay,” he said, caressing your jaw before standing up straight to allow you to shimmy down from the counter. He took a few steps toward the door leading into the bedroom, then turned back. 

“Hey, one more thing?” he said solemnly. You stared at him expectantly. “No matter what the test says… doesn’t change how bad I fuckin’ love you.” 

You stood floored, forcing back tears. “I fuckin’ love you so bad,” you softly concurred. 

Then, your normal playful Travis was back at least for a moment as he winked at you, clucked his tongue, and pulled the door closed as he encouraged, “Do your thing, girl.”

You rolled your eyes, then “did your thing” as instructed. You returned to the counter with the plastic cup sufficiently full and opened different tests from four of the boxes that looked the most promising, meticulously following the instructions for each. You turned them all so that the windows were face-down on the counter, washed your hands, then took a deep, shaky breath before opening the door with trembling fingers to find a pacing Travis burning a hole through your bedroom floor. You said his name softly, then tilted your head in the direction of the tests, inviting him back into the bathroom with you while you waited. He met you at the edge of the tub, where he wordlessly pulled you into himself and held you there. You closed your eyes and breathed him in, more grateful than ever that you’d chosen this man as your life partner, and that he had chosen you. 

“How long we lookin’ at, sweetness?” Travis asked, resting his chin atop your head, gently swaying the two of you back and forth. 

“Longest one takes three minutes,” you answered. “Figured we’d just wait until then and check them all at once.” 

You felt him nod and check his Apple watch. He grew quiet again for a few moments, then he heaved a sigh.

“I’m sorry for putting you – us – in this position, baby,” he apologized, immediately breaking your heart. “I should’ve been more responsible and mindful in the moment. I just got caught up in you and I… I just, I’m sorry.” 

You stood up straight, holding him at arm’s length, your brow creased ruefully as you realized how badly he was beating himself up over this. 

“Trav, honey, don’t,” you pleaded. “You did nothing wrong,” you assured, reaching your hand up to rest against his neck. “We both got us into this situation, and to be honest, I wouldn’t change how we got here. We could have been more careful, yeah, but… all I was focused on was being as close to you as possible. I mean, these past couple of weeks with you have been some of the best of my life. I feel closer to you than ever.”

He studied you diligently, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. 

“Yeah?”

You nodded, sliding your hand to the nape of his neck and bringing his lips to your level to kiss him softly. 

“Yeah,” you whispered in reply. 

He drew in a deep breath and squeezed your waist. 

“‘Bout ready to check?” he asked timidly. 

You nodded, arms falling back to your sides. 

“Do it together?” you requested hopefully. 

He nodded, too. 

“Just like we do everything else,” he replied with conviction, taking your hand in his and pressing a firm kiss to your knuckles. “Let’s go.” 

Hand in hand, you approached the counter, four eyes boring into the upside-down test sticks. 

“You take two, I take two?” he suggested. You nodded, biting your lip and grasping the two sticks closest to you as he did the same. 

“Ready? One…”

“Two…”

“Three…” 

Both of you flipped the cheap plastic tests at once, gaping silently down at the counter.

For the past hour since you’d realized you’d missed a period, anxiety, nerves, and even dread had been coursing through your body at the speed of light.

But as soon as you saw those test results, inexplicably, the fear, the worry, the anxiety, the anticipation… it all melted away. The little blue plus sign and the pink double lines and the blinking “YES +” and the word “Pregnant” all laid out in front of you unmistakably brought an unexpected swell of peace and joy to your soul. 

Travis’s hand flew to his mouth as he processed the results himself, and his fingers didn’t leave his lips as his eyes stayed fixed on you in quiet anticipation, refusing to react in the way that came naturally to him until he allowed you to react in your own authentic way. 

So, when you looked up at him with your chin quivering, eyes rimmed red, tears threatening to spill over at any moment, his heart flipped inside his chest, then sank into his stomach…

But then you smiled. 

“Looks like we’re having a Super Bowl baby,” you told him decidedly, starting to giggle. 

His brows shot to the top of his forehead, his hand slowly falling away from his mouth. 

“Really? You want to?” he asked softly, and you could tell by his tone that he was still focusing all his energy on suppressing his pure, unadulterated excitement. You nodded. “You’re sure this is what you want?” he confirmed, cocking his head as he surveyed you closely. You nodded again and stepped closer so that your feet were planted between his, leaning your body into him. 

“I’m sure, Trav,” you promised as he tenderly combed some of your hair behind your ear. “I honestly wasn’t sure until we flipped the tests over, but… I’m sure. I’m ready for this with you, Travis. It feels right. Let’s have a baby.”

At that, he allowed the floodgates to open. His broad shoulders began to wrack with quiet sobs as his arms folded you against his chest. You cried along with him, sharing in his relief, his elation, his bliss. 

“I love you so much,” he choked out between shuddering breaths. “Fuck, I love you so much. You’re everything to me. You always have been, but this… this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you.” 

You smiled into his pecs, sniffling. “I love you, too,” you replied, pulling away just far enough so that you could meet his eyes. He wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs as you continued. “Thank you for the way you handled this. There’s nobody I’d rather do this with than you.”

Travis beamed and leaned in for a kiss, certain that he’d never received a more meaningful compliment, and certain that he had never been more in love with you.

[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 :: connie springer x model!reader

synopsis :: falling in love with one of your models was probably insane or unethical but he didn’t care

cw :: 501 word count, modern au, black fem!reader, established secret relationship, kissing, fluff, work relationship, friends to lovers trope

a/n :: this is inspired by @cybercandy1 ‘s thought on artistic connie, i haven’t really written for connie but i thought this idea was so cute😭 based off this post

𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 :: fashion killa — a$ap rocky

you never expected to fall in love with your designer but it was hard not to fall in love with the unserious goofball that was connie springer. you were only supposed to model his newest collection but the months working with him had developed into something more and you didn’t regret it. 

it was hard keeping the relationship out of the media but it was nice to have something to yourself, he was the sweetest to you and you loved him dearly. “connie! baby, have you seen my bag?” 

connie was upstairs in his loft designing a new pair of jeans, he looked over and found your bag sitting next to him. “yeah, ma! it’s up here, i’ll bring it down.” he got up and walked downstairs towards your shared room and he found in front of the mirror admiring your outfit. 

he placed your bag on the bed and walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and planting a kiss on your neck. you instantly smiled at the gesture and rested your hands on top of his, “hi baby.” 

“hey mamas, you wearing the new jeans? they look good on you.” he said as you turned around to face him, his hands moving to rest on your ass, you rolled your eyes playfully at him. 

“you just like the way my ass looks in these jeans.” you giggled, kissing his cheek — your nails scratching at his scalp, the designs on his hair bright and colorful matching the pink dye. 

“mm you’re right.” he said with a smirk, kissing you again. he never expected to fall in love with someone like you but he wouldn’t change that for the world. he loved everything about you, your always changing attitude, how boujee you were and he would cater to every need you had. you appreciated everything he had to offer. “where you gotta go today? hm? you should be spending the day with me.” 

“con.. you know i’m going to lunch with my girls.” you said, trying to pull away from him but his grip on you too strong, not that you wanted to leave anyways. 

“c’mon ma, spend the day with me.” he reasoned, his eyes practically pleading.

“uh nuh, don’t you have something to finish?” your eyebrow raised and your arms crossed. he snorted and looked at you, laughing slightly. 

“baby, I can finish that tomorrow. c’mon spend the day with me. come on, please?” there it was, the thing that would always get you, you relented and smiled and he knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

“fine.” you responded, his answering smile was enough to make you stay with him for the next week. “you better make it worth my while too.” 

“don’t i always, ma?” his slight cockiness is always attractive, he picked you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down and kissing you softly. “i’ll always make it worth your while.” 

you were so lovesick over connie fucking springer.

© 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 | all rights reserved to me, please don’t repost, steal, or copy to any other websites

[hana-no-seiiki]

ok Aeon of light Reader has piqued my interests, especially their relation with Nanook. Please make more about them please :D??? It's alright though if you don't want too

END OF A DREAM, BEGINNING OF AN ERA.

notes: OH GOD i forgot to edit the title of the second story. They’re supposed to be the Aeon of the Dream Path + Imaginary element. My bad! I also changed up the timeline there making reader way way more older since I found out Xianzhou residents live for long ass times.

Anyways, thank you! I honestly expected that fic to flop so I’m pleasantly surprised. I spent a long time researching gods to come up with a concept for reader’s path. Very long. Like long enough that I have this obscure fun fact about there being a god called Mama Killa. It partly was because the other Aeon’s concepts / powers are pretty vast (i.e. IX (Nihility) is the god of meaninglessness but can be considered the aeon of insanity and despair as well due to its powers)

[ here is the link to the fic we’re talking about / previous fic ]

YANDERE! NANOOK x READER (AEON OF DREAMS)

warnings: pseudo-incest/godcest, nanook is “born” from your inner hatred towards the universe before he ascended making them technically your child tho this fic can be interpreted as platonic, edgelord aeons, canon divergence. UNEDITED AND RUSHED AF.

I. Ad Somnum Pueri

Hatred always had and will have a root to its madness. Your endless entrapment since your conception ‘birthed’ Nanook. A loathing for existence. A passion for ending every one and every thing. In their path, their destiny, there will be no living beings, there will be no space or time. Only the void, you and the avatar of entropy.

But first they had to take down Yaoshi. After all, even Aeons had to face mortality and if that useless Lan wasn’t capable of keeping you safe in your cradle then it was clear Nanook had to put a hand down.

The Lord of Destruction prided themself for regarding everything — but you — as equal. Everything had to be erased, so there was no point to having favourites or a specific distaste towards another being.

However Yaoshi had broken the camel’s back at your kidnapping. Thus, Nanook decided against their ‘morals’ to give them a special opportunity.

To be the first Aeon whose reverent ichor is in their hands.

II. In Somno In Infinitum

Even after your ascended body was taken and locked away by Yaoshi. You could never argue with the fact that Nanook’s obsession with you remained the most powerful across the universe. You were an Aeon they worshipped vehemently as a young mortal up until now. It was as if they breathed only for you. It came to the point that they even owed their creation to you or not their biological parents.

You were incredibly flattered by such a fact in the beginning. Doting and showering them with blessings, assisting them in the goals in both the waking and slumbering world.

Sleepwalkers was what your scholars called the vessels you used to do your godly work. And Nanook was known throughout the realms to be your favorite.

But when they made a declaration to be a menace to the world, you withdrew all of your support and contact with Nanook. Utterly disappointed with what they have become.

That did not halt their fame and name as your chosen hero from spreading. Their sheer charisma overpowered your network.

Because if there was one thing that was stronger than dreams it was reality.

Indeed you pleaded with your followers never to follow the Lord of Entropy through their sleeping fantasies, but how could they deny Nanook’s efficiency? Their all-out, unbridled, unfettered adoration of you?

And thus, the Dreamcrawler Legion. Now also known by its other name, the Antimatter Legion, was established. With one goal and one goal alone.

Lay the world in a bed of flames and ruin. For when they everyone else goes to eternal sleep, you — their ever generous, loving Aeon — will be free.

III. Mundus Erit Terminus

You never visited Nanook after their ascension. You only ever loved their mortal self. Their path was something you could never hope or desire to follow. Sure, there was a phase of your life where you despised your eternal sleep. But what you learnt from living so long was that acceptance of your situation felt infinitely better than spending eternity filled with loathing.

But Nanook always visited you. While Yaoshi burdened themselves with the task of witnessing your body while asleep. Nanook enjoyed it much more when you talked, your words of guidance — though now reduced to silence — was what made them fall in love with the you who spoke, who moved, who looked at them with open eyes through dreams.

It didn’t matter if you moved your target of hatred to them. Nanook’s love was unconditional and blind as his desire to seek destruction.

“My lord.” Nanook forced you into an embrace. Within their dreams, even when it was your domain, you felt as powerless as you did with Yaoshi. Their golden ichor bled unto your clothes.

They could see you. Your face, your entrancing features, just as he always had, just as he always wanted to. But it lacked a certain glow, a loss they attributed to Yaoshi digressions. Because they knew for certain that your love for them never disappeared. You were too benevolent, too magnanimous. “[Y/N]. My promise is soon to be fulfilled.”

“Every cage you have been trapped in will be gone.” Every cage but his love. Every chain but his arms.

“And you can finally feel the beauty of reality once more.”

A reality that was completely reset and build back up by them.

Translations:

Ad Somnum Pueri - Go to Sleep Child

In Somno In Infinitum - In Endless Dreams / Sleep

Mundus Erit Terminus - The World (shall) End.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[demonecelestiale]

SONDAGGIO SULLA MIGLIOR CANZONE ESTIVA DEL 2024

ATTENZIONE: prima di votare controllate che sia la versione lunga del post con il sondaggio extra (o i sondaggi extra)

[svtminji]

does minji have friends outside of seventeen? If so does she hang out with them regularly?

yes! she does have friends outside of svt and she treats them all very close 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️ ❪ click on their ship name for the tag ❫

★ 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

⌗ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sakura ❪ le sserafim ❫ – johnny ❪ nct ❫ mei nagano ❪ actress ❫ – changkyun ❪ monsta x ❫ miyeon ❪ g-idle ❫ – mina & momo ❪ twice ❫

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗sakura + mizuki — mizura — 3 years

no one really knows how they became friends or when they did. some people think it's because of over-lapping schedules or because they come from the same country at some point

it's pretty common for almost every japanese idol in the korean industry to look up to mizuki because of her successful career; and this goes for sakura as well

mostly idol ❪ mizuki ❫ & fan ❪ sakura ❫ relationship but they have gotten closer due to hybe takeover

old interactions were just small scraps.. but fans LIVE for their interactions

mizuki definitely brings up kkura’s jpop era 😖 and begs kkura to dance along with her

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 65% ⌗mei + mizuki — meizu — 1 year

met at the prada fashion week shows & got close because they’re japanese !

any seventeen concert in japan? mei is invited!!

subtle flirting on main but it’s all of awe towards each other

whenever the two meet, instagram lives happen or they comment on each other’s lives

mei wants to learn korean but they both speak the same language.. BUT mizuki appreciates it

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 80% ⌗johnny + minji — johnji — 16 years

is there anything to explain? they’ve been best friends since 2007

whenever new carats / nctzens find their old couple photos, they go crazy and wonder when did that even happen. johnmi LOVE to confuse both of their fans whenever they meet.

even after they stopped d wording, they continued being friends and it never once really affected them after that

friendship bracelets omg 😭 each year they upgrade to a new one, so they have around 16 of them so far

whenever they’re in their respective cities, they visit each other’s family and make sure the other party knows the message their parents give them ❪ mama suh still misses minji ☹️ ❫

they go to each other’s concerts & become the biggest supporter they know

whenever they have time, they film tiktoks together or go live on wv and build legos LOL

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 60% ⌗changkyun + minji — jiku — 8 years

honestly it was platonic love at first sight 🫡

who says minji can’t have a monsta x bestie too?

met with the rest of the mx members and felt more connected w i.m bc of their roots & close in age

biggest i.m fan omg 😭😭 when mx’s love killa came out, she posted it on weverse and made SURE everyone streamed it, along with his rap as well

participated in singing in a few mx songs with good guidance

INSANE VISUAL DUO. im telling u… pair these two up in a room with me and changkyun is coming out pregnant idc 🙄

gaslighted her into getting tattoos ❪ she did it willingly ❫

she uses him as a way to get back at jeonghan and hyungwon

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗miyeon + minji — jimi — 2 years

miyeon always looked up to minji as an idol and had always wanted to meet her

when they did meet, it was like happy awkward? idk how to explain it but they have the same way of style & they’re lowkey twins

frequently meetings at miyeon’s dorm & friendship dates

the pair created quite the chaos as a few news articles were released since their friendship raised dating flags

minji made sure everyone streamed drive and participated in her tiktok challenges

whenever they meet at award shows, minji naturally goes to idle’s table and talk about their plans and other idol perfomances

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗momo + mizuki — momi — 10 years

the second person mizuki has been friends with for the longest time.

while getting gigs at different companies, mizuki met momo and mina on her way to a japanese restaurant in seoul and chatted with her in 2013

every year they post friendship photos over the year and it really warms up the hearts of many onces & carats

when it was announced mizumo was happening,,, lets just say many were excited for the new content of trio

just like with nayeon, mizuki goes to momo’s dorm and just hangs around with momo or the rest of twice

main dancer trio w mina

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗mina + mizuki — naki — 10 years

along with momo, mizuki met mina and they kicked it off as well

not as close close like mizuki is with momo but she considers mina one of her main close friends / circle

both ballerinas and they like to go out and indulge in some classic ballet training

finds mina so cute and is constantly under her instagram posts

when fans find their photos together, it’s like a shrine they have for them as they barely hang out with each other

main dancer trio w momo

an — ❪ 🪁 ❫

yall while i was finding pics for each person. i giggled to myself like 3 times. changkyun is so fine like i want him to do unspeakable things to me 😖 johnny as well like whattt😭😭

fun fact: i’ve had so many eras with these two men its insane. can u tell i miss 3rd gen..

wanted to add twice but chaeyoung has been weird lately.. so i didnt add twice as a whole. idc if it’s been a long time.. i DO NOT feel comfortable with her. go ahead and complain, i am not changing anything.

srry if some are short ❪ esp. momo & mina ❫, going to write a relationship w/ mizumo so there’ll be more info there rather than here !

[trexperience-peru]

The Inca Religion and their Gods (complete list)

Spanish Conquest: Christianity spread by Spanish conquistadors, altering indigenous religious practices, though many traditional beliefs persisted.

Important Rituals:

Capac Cocha: Human sacrifices during significant events.

Inti Raymi Festival: Annual festival in Cusco honoring Inti.

Capac Raymi: Celebration marking the start of agricultural work.

Significant Gods:

Inti: Sun god, depicted as a golden disk with rays, central to the Inti Raymi festival.

Mama Killa: Moon goddess, associated with fertility and worshipped in Cusco.

Viracocha: Creator god, believed to have created everything and promised to return one day.

Pachamama: Mother Earth, provider of nourishment and sustenance, celebrated with grand events.

Mama Cocha: Sea goddess, protector of marine life and sailors.

Pachacamac: God of tremors, worshipped to protect against earthquakes.

Illapa: Thunder god, controller of weather events.

Kuychi: Rainbow god, associated with rain and fertility.

Chaska: Star goddess, believed to hold immense power.

Supay: God of death, leading souls to the afterlife.

Cultural Influence: Inca religious beliefs and practices continue to influence indigenous communities in the Andes today.

More information about Inca Gods.

[pattytacuri]

Poetry: Mama Killa's Message

I wrote this poem in August of 2023. me on my last day of therapy In humility I ask mama Killa for guidanceTo send me a sign of some kindas I start to unravel and lose myself in my anxietyand insecuritiesAs I start to question if I’m on the right pathand throw myself a pity party and crybecause no one is coming to save meAnd how despite all the empowermentI feel with my autonomyI still miss…

[nordseehexe]

Mama Killa

The moon goddess and highest female goddess, daughter of Viracocha and Mama Cocha, sister and wife of Inti the sun god and mother of Mama Ocllo, Manco Capac and their siblings. Mother of all stars.

She gets represented by a round and shiny silver plate with a face, the moon.

Women and girls ask her for protection and advice.

She also protects new borns and get asked by lovers to protect their loved ones.

The cicle of the moon represents the female cicle.

She got worshipped in her own temple Koricancha. The priestresses who worshipped her wore grey and silver dresses. It was forbidden for men to look at them and they had silver earrings that made noises so the men could here them and turn away. The priestresses where known for their magic and healing abilities.

Mama Killa foreigns all female aspects in herself as mysteries of magic, sorcery, beauty, the power of the unseen, knowledge about cicles, feminine wisdom but also vulnerability, so she protects the feelings and dreams of her followers.

In september she has her own celebration called Raymi Coya, a women only event.

Offerings to her include:

-essential oils

-parfume

-water (moon water)

thrown into the air

-combs

-mirrors

-needles

-ornaments

-silver figurines

on the altair

-wool

-expensive dresses and clothing

into fire

Her colors are silver and grey, her attributes are the moon and a veil.

[sigmaleph]

Pachamama is a goddess revered by the indigenous peoples of the Andes. In Inca mythology she is an "Earth Mother" type goddess,[1] and a fertility goddess who presides over planting and harvesting, embodies the mountains, and causes earthquakes. She is also an ever-present and independent deity who has her own creative power to sustain life on this earth.[1] Her shrines are hallowed rocks, or the boles of legendary trees, and her artists envision her as an adult female bearing harvests of potatoes or coca leaves.[2] The four cosmological Quechua principles – Water, Earth, Sun, and Moon[2] – claim Pachamama as their prime origin. Priests do not sacrifice offerings of llamas, cuy (guinea pigs), children (The Capacocha Ritual) and elaborate, miniature, burned garments to her.[3] Pachamama is the mother of Inti the sun god, and Mama Killa the moon goddess. Mama Killa is said to be the wife of Inti.

Priests do not sacrifice offerings of llamas, cuy (guinea pigs), children (The Capacocha Ritual) and elaborate, miniature, burned garments to her.

one of the fun things about wikipedia is that someone can come across a statement they don't like and just insert a negation in the middle of it, acting like having a sentence listing several things priests don't sacrifice to pachamama, including having a specific name for the ritual of not sacrificing children, makes perfect sense and flows naturally with the rest of the paragraph

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Stephen and Elon

Stephen King: wow the way elon musk is running this place, pretty soon the only advertiser left will be My Pillow King: anyway King: Submitted for the approval Elon Musk: [popping out of bushes] ey stepheno king! I hear you a talka shit about me King: of the Midnight society I call this Musk: I say, I hear you a talka shit about me

Musk: you maka fun ova me, elon musk? Musk: I showa you, I buya alla da my pillows! Musk: I builda my whola house ova my pillows! Musk: I ama notta owned!

Musk: ohhh that Stephano king, he maka me so mad! Musk: you thinka you so smart, Stephano king? Musk: I ban you lika you wassa antifascist! Musk: so you betta watcha you mouth!

Musk: I banna da antifascists Musk: I banna da communistsa Musk: I banna da socialista Musk: I banna da trade unionista Musk: I banna da jews Musk: I lova da free speech!

 

Musk: mama mia I maka alla da hate speech go away Musk: it’sa no hate speech to say killa da trans Musk: itsa no hate speech to say killa da gays Musk: itsa no hate speech to say killa da jews Lovecraft: w-what about Lovecraft: Italians? Musk: you shutta you mouth paisano!!!!

 

Musk: Stephano king, you no ignora me! You responda ta me righta now! Musk: I demanda you addressa me! I amma da elon musk! Musk: you watcha you mouth stepheno king! Musk: Musk: I say Musk: you watcha you mouth!

Musk: [brandishing shot gun] I getta you now Stephen king Stephen King: [sticks finger in barrel, gun explodes in musk’s face] Musk: [with soot blackened face] oooo! Dat stepheno king! King: [to camera] ain’t I a stinker

 

Musk: ooooo stepheno king, you tricka me for the last time! [Stephen King enters dressed as a valkyerie, riding an extremely fat horse] Musk: [instantly smitten] Gwimes! Musk: Gwimes you comma back to me!!

[fuck-yeah-iheartmedia]

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