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the-flaneur · 8 months ago

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the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt2

pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]

summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment

warnings: none (i think)

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f1gossipofficial well apparently three of our drivers have been spotted in monaco alongside a broken down car and a number of balloons. they were also spotted quickly getting into a tinted window car. we wonder who the driver of the second car is?

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user1 damnnn they're looking fine today 🤤🤤🤤

user2 finally someone feeding us gossip worthy content, istg this year has been sooooo boring, like where's the spice (but this barely counts btw, someone do something more entertaining lol) user3 but like who were the balloons for??? cause there was A LOTTTTTT and none of their birthdays are soon? user4 nah watch it be like an ex-girlfriend of all of them, the f1 dating pool is a puddle 💀💀💀

user5 lol the amount of people who immediately flocked to the car after seeing them get out of it, like if it was anyone else, those rich people would be honking the hell out of them lol

user6 nah fr fr, like a supercar just stopped bang smack in the middle of a busy monaco street, but everyone cares more about taking pics of the drivers and themselves with the car 🤣🤣

user7 i wonder why they're all together, usually post-padel we never get any interactions of them together, only max and lando

user8 lol stalker level insight right here

user9 that other car is smexy as hell 😻😻😻

user10 ikrrrrr like someone hook me up with a sugar daddy so i can get a nice car collection user11 nah that driver is probs just another wannabe businessman or entrepreneur 😖 user12 lol just watch it be some random ass youtuber pandering for views

user13 OK SOMEONE PLEASE BE AS DELUSIONAL AS ME AND TELL ME THAT'S NICO ROSBERG'S CAR

user14 girlie pop wtf user15 nah she might actually be onto something, istg nico mentioned on insta that he got a new car that looks superrr similar to the one in the pic 🤔

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f1gossipofficial well apparently someone was able to get a view inside the car as the drivers opened the door to get in, and apparently nico rosberg was the one driving the car 😱😱😱 stay tuned for more updates

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user16 OH MY OH MY GODDDDD GUYS IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW, SOMEONE PINCH ME RN OMG

user17 ya'll he's BACKKKKKKKK WITH THE F1 GRID user18 GUYS WE'VE BEEN ROBBED FOR YEARS OF A POST NICO ROSBERG CASUAL HANGOUT WITH THE REST OF THE GRID 😭😭😭😭😭

user19 damnnnn this man has aged like fine wine

user20 even with the brocedes trauma, both men are looking great in their late 30s 😙

user21 since when did charles and lando be so like...friendly with rosberg? he's never been on the grid with them... 🤨🤨

user22 i mean he does do the post race interviews, but even that's a bit too professional to have any like "friendship" user23 yeah...interesting.... 🤔 user24 idk maybe recently they've just been able to have more conversations? i mean they all live in monaco, and ig theres not that many places where you wont bump into an f1 driver 🤷🤷

user25 guys does this mean we're getting a y/n nico reunion??? cause the three of them said they were going to visit y/n

user26 nah that was probably as a joke ngl, like they probably saw her earlier today or something 👁️👄👁️ user27 yeah im sure it means absolutely nothing user28 lol famous last words amirite 🙏🙏🙏

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y/n.hamilton guess which rats im babysitting tonight in monacoooooo 🐀🐀🐀

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user29 Y/N MOTHER WITH HER GRID CHILDRENNNNNN, I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR ❤️❤️❤️

user30 i love her so muchhhh, she just brings the energy all the time user31 i need her in the paddock next year, cause we've been robbed this year of content 😿 user32 fr fr like i need to see my women decked out in her multi team fits complete with a hamilton jersey 💋💋💋

user33 AHHHH THE BOYS LOOKING REALLY GOOD WITH THEIR GIRL TONIGHT

user34 she literally has the cutest friendship with them <3

user35 wait ya'll....is anyone connecting the dots like i am 🕵️🕵️🕵️

user36 ❓❓❓ user37 guys wasn't nico just with them...🧐

user38 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD GUYS I THINK MY HEART JUST MIGHT EXPLODE?!?!?!?!?

user39 GUYS IS IT TRUE??? NICO AND Y/N REUNION IN 2023 🤭🤭

user40 YA'LL WE'RE FINALLY GETTING THE BRIT AND BRAT DUO BACK??? GUYS THIS IS TRULY A CULTURAL PHENOMENON FOR THE ELITE 🔥😍🔥😍🔥😍🔥

user41 GUYS 2016 Y/N-NICO TRUTHERS ARISE ONCE AGAIN, WE'VE BEEN DEAD FOR TOO LONG 🙏🙏🙏 user42 guys...i don't think i can be normal after this 🥴🥴🥴

user43 DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY PICTURES OR VIDEOS OF THEM TOGETHER, YOUR HONOUR PLEASE 😭 THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I WILL APPROVE OF PAPARAZZI CAUSE I NEED TO SEE WITH MY PHYSICAL EYEBALLS THAT Y/N AND NICO HAVE SEEN EACH OTHER

user44 😳😳😳 i hate to say it....BUT LOWKEY SAME PLS SOMEONE DO UR THING

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sweetpascal · 1 year ago

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— 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫

pairing: general marcus acacius x fem!reader

summary: unsure of whether or not your husband is alive leading his army's invasion, the only method of tranquility is by reaching into your past memories as a necessary distraction.

warnings: MINORS DNI, wife!reader and husband!marcus, mentions of TW: miscarriages, (probably incorrect) roman history, mentions of TW: blood and death, making love, sweet nicknames (carissima/me - dearest, dulcissima/me - sweetest, meum cor - my heart, melculum - my little honey), marcus has a big dick, creampies, tender softness, probably ooc marcus ??

wc: 4.4k

notes: oh booyyyyyyy. so we all collectively agree that general marcus is scrum-diddly-umptious ?? all the pics, videos, and gifs dropping does not ease my obsession. so.. i turned my obsession into a work of art for all of you to read ^.^ idk squat about the roman times, but i did do my best to research !! divider from @saradika-graphics 🤍

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It seems like the days have been mixing in with each other the more time has passed. Unsure of which day started and which day ended, you lost track of time. It had been one month, maybe two at this point. The sun rose and set, the moon and stars following in tandem. It was almost like a dance. It was amusing, to say the least. It reminded you of your relationship with your husband. With the light color dress wraps and delicate gold jewelry you'd wear around your neck compared to his permanent scowl, it's clear to civilization who's the sun and who's the moon. But you both complement each other in more ways than one.

You're able to calm him down with a simple touch on his arm, causing his boisterous voice to quiet down and his heart to steady its pace. Marcus' presence looming behind you around others, everyone already knows how dangerous he can become if someone even looks at his wife the wrong way.

Now, without his presence and his voice and his touch, nothing feels real. Pacing around in the dining hall of your home, you rubbed your hands tenderly over your barely-there baby bump over your soft blue wrap dress that Marcus surprised you with the last time he had come home from a previous battle for more land. He had won, of course, because General Marcus Acacius never loses. The mere thought of him losing a battle led by him with his army in tow is one of your greatest fears as his wife.

Staying inside your home and wallowing in your fears was no good for you and your unborn child. You couldn't go through the stress of worrying after your husband and deal with another heartbreaking loss alone. The night that Marcus had come back, you had broken down in front of him, shakily telling him through your thick tears that you had lost your son.

"A son?" He had quietly asked you, his eyes wide and heartbreaking.

"The teller that settles by the river," you told him with a broken voice. "She had confirmed it with her readings."

You remember it clearly as day; the look on his face equivalent to that of a broken man. You had choked on your tears, begging for his forgiveness for not being more careful, for not being a dutiful mother that was supposed to protect their child. You had knelt down in front of him, grabbing his knees and pleading to him and the gods for forgiveness and punishment, your hands pressed together in a prayer.

"Carissima," he had whispered quietly to you, slowly getting down onto his knees to remove your tight hold on his dirtied pteruges. His hands, trembling and unsteady, tenderly hold your cheeks to look into your heartbroken eyes. "I shall never strike a hand upon you, need you deserve it or not. I shall never lay blame on something the gods have brutally stolen from us. Oh, my dearest wife." His last whisper had you gripping onto his arms and crying your heart out into his shoulder. He said nothing more, nothing else. On the ground that day, all he did was hold you, and that was more than what you needed.

Breaking out of that distressing memory, you busied yourself with around-the-house distractions. In your hands was a handmade wicker basket you had purchased at one of the markets. The owner was a sweet, older woman that knew of your reputation amongst the others. She always treated you with kindness and looked at you with excitement every time you came by and not fear. She also gifted you a handmade blanket sewn with intricate patterns of the moon and sun.

"I gift this to you as a thank you for your kindness," she had said, pushing the blanket further into your hands when you had protested. She lay a wrinkly finger against her lips and drooped her eye to a wink.

Stepping outside with the wicker basket in your arms, you traveled a short distance to a small pond with many bushes, trees, and delicate flowers all around. This was your happy place. And this was also where you and Marcus had made love for the first time so long ago. The tree, the rock, the patch of grass. All of it held a distinct memory of your first time. Thinking back to it brings a smile to your lips.

"Tell me to stop, and I will. Tell me to stop right now and I shall go back to where I rest and I will not pursue you any longer," Marcus had told you breathlessly against your jaw. He had you laid on the soft grass underneath the moon, the light shining against the pond in a way that makes the gentle movements look like glitter. Your dress was hiked up around your hips as he rested heavily between your trembling thighs, your hands squeezing on his strong biceps that flexed in response to your sizzling touch.

"Marcus," you sighed prettily in his ear, and it sounded like the sweetest song he has honor of ever hearing. "My need for you has not gone away. It will not go away unless you take me right here, under the moon and stars, until I'm singing for you in pleasure."

The look in his eyes was that of desperate hunger and wanton need. When he had slid himself into your cunt for the first time, all of your prayers to the gods have been finally answered. Marcus was made to be yours. And you were made to be his. Hushed moans and frantic thrusts, Marcus fucked like how others perceived himself – like a barbarian. Some women would disagree and find it appalling and dirty, but it was perfection. He wasn't scared to touch you. He touched you as though if he were to let go you would float away, for he would no longer be able to taste you on his tongue or feel your tight warmth wrapped around his thick cock.

A touch to your shoulder had you gasping and dropping the basket onto the ground. You spun around and laid a hand on your chest and one on your bump, staring at the poor maid that scared you accidentally.

"I deeply apologize for frightening you, miss," she stares at you with her hands up in defense as though she was staring at a frightening animal backed into a corner. "General Marcus has arrived and he asks for your presence in your bedroom."

"No, no, it's quite alright, dear. My head was in the clouds again," you offer her a gentle smile and a brief laugh, laying a hand lightly on her shoulder to ease her worries. "And Marcus, is he...?"

The young maid recognized your worry and shook her head as an answer to your unspoken question. You hand her the wicker basket of plucked fruits from the bushes and politely tell her to wash and ready them, and to bring them to your bedroom when the task is done. She nodded and hurried off immediately.

You carefully, but also hurriedly, made your way into your home. Nodding and giving polite smiles to the people inside, you walk up the spiral marble stairs. When you reached the top, there stood a statue of yourself sitting atop a stone with a statue of hour husband on his knees and his lips pressed to your knees. There were intricate details in the statue, like of Marcus' fingers gripping your thighs or the soft rolls of your body. Your husband preferred a large home such as this for his growing family. You preferred something quainter and more personal, but what your husband says, goes. You recognized his large, dirty footprints leading to your bedroom, another young maid already on her knees scrubbing the stains.

"Aureia, there's no need for that," you tut softly at the young girl, and she looks up at you with wide eyes. "Leave that alone for now, alright? As for this moment, will you please gather the others and bring pails of hot water for a bath?"

"Right away," she nodded and hurried off. It brings a smile to your face at how eager the young maids are to please. Unlike the other men and women that have maids in their homes, you treated yours like people. They respect you and in return, you respect them. Marcus used to disagree until he remembered how you grew up when it was just you and your widowed mother, along with the reputation of being poor. Realizing that you see yourself in these young maids, your husband made it a point to allow you to be in charge of them and do whatever you see fit. Having that much power can be overwhelming, only because of the fear of having your kind heart be taken advantage of. But those that work for and with you know to never cross you, for they'll have to deal with the consequences your husband has waiting for them.

When you entered your private bedroom, there he sat, still dressed from head to toe in his armor. He sits with his back facing the door, his sights focused on the large window that overlooks the garden which circles around the empty thermae. You slowly move around the bed and finally stand before him, essentially blocking his view of the window. Marcus doesn't look up at you just yet. So, you stay silent and let him do what he needs to, let him think what he needs to think.

His hands, still caked with dirt, grime, and dried blood, move up to your stomach. Your bump is within his line of sight. Both of his hands rest on either side, feeling the firmness and shape of the bump. You watch as his eyes shut and his jaw clenches. His face was also caked with dirt, grime, and dried blood. The ends of his hair are curled with sweat from the heat of his long journey back home to his family. Marcus says nothing when you stroke his jaw silently. Neither of you register the door opening and four maids coming in one by one to empty two pails each of hot water into the tub that sits in the corner of the room. They know better than to interrupt.

When the door shuts, Marcus moves to rest his head against your bump. His ear is pressed into your soft flesh through the dress adorning your body. He can faintly hear the thumping of your heart and that brings him back down to earth, back home to you. Your hands, warm and gentle, card through his messy, graying curls. Damp with dirt and sweat, you don't care. Feeling him right here, right now, was all that mattered.

"It's over," he finally speaks, his voice rough and low. His hands move down to find a home on your wide hips, fingers just barely digging into the shape. "The war is over. I made sure of it." And he leaves it at that.

Your eyes shut and you let out a sigh of mixed relief and heartache. You couldn't imagine what your husband had to go through, as a leader, to make sure that he and his army of men make it out alive. You couldn't imagine the number of bodies that are lying out there, hundreds of miles away, torn apart and bled out, mangled flesh and bone. You couldn't imagine your husband possibly being one of them. Bending down as best as you could, you tenderly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and kissed the back of his head. You briefly sniffed his hair and pulled back.

"Let's get you inside the bath, hm?" You whispered softly, hands lovingly scratching at his scruffy jaw as you pulled his head up to look into your eyes.

When he stands, you almost forgot how imposing he was. His height was a strong factor. The bloodied armor he wears makes him look much broader and more dangerous. The exhausted look on his face makes him look much more mean – evil, even. But he's neither of those things, at least not to you. He stands as still as a tree as you begin to unclip and pull off his armor one by one. From the thick leather chest plate bound with protective metal underneath, all the way down to the thick leather arm-wear covering his forearms. Unsheathing his sword from its belt, you unclip that from around his waist as well. Having done this a million times, it's muscle memory.

He stands before you, naked, dirty, and exhausted. You reach behind your neck and slowly untie your dress wrap. It pools at your feet, your naked body now on display for him to see after months apart. Marcus' eyes take in every detail. The delicacy of your collarbones, your perky breasts, the curve of your growing belly, the soft curls of your pubic hair, those thighs that Marcus loves being in between, all the way down to the dangling anklet he gifted you.

"Come on," you whisper softly and take his hand to lead him to the filled tub. Steam sits above the water and Marcus' aching muscles scream out to it.

He enters first, hissing at first from the heat but then moaning gruffly once he sinks further into the hot water. Almost immediately, his sore muscles begin to relax. He could fall asleep right this instant. He feels a gentle push on his shoulder. He scoots forward and allows you to enter behind him.

"What are you doing, dear wife?" He doesn't hear an answer to his question. He's about to turn his body, but then he feels your hands massaging his tender scalp and washing his dirty hair. His eyes shut almost instantly, and he groans huskily with parted lips.

You wanted to laugh at his reaction but decided against it. Marcus never had time to relax and wind down. He was always on his feet, always discussing the next steps of battle, always readying his army men with hardcore training. It pained you to see him like this, especially at a distance. He never wanted you around to witness his leadership. Not wanting to induce stress onto you early on in your pregnancy, not wanting a repeat of your last pregnancy, he had given you strict instructions to let him handle everything.

"Meum cor, you do so good with taking care of your husband," Marcus quietly tells him, his entire body shuddering when your nails tenderly scrape the sensitive parts of his scalp. "I know the other men are envious of the treatment I receive from such a divine woman."

"Mm, I know, my love," softly laughing at his goading. You reached over the side of the tub to grab a small wooden bowl. Using that to pour water onto his soapy curls, you gently tipped his head back and did just that. You kissed the side of his head and gently cleaned away the dirt and grime on his beautifully tan skin. You paid extra attention by lovingly kissing the scar on his right cheek.

For the next hour, you put all your focus into washing his body. No longer was he a filthy barbarian. No, he was now your clean, fresh smelling husband. His damp hair curled elegantly behind his ears and neck. You had maneuvered onto his lap to focus on his front. There were more prominent bruises on his chest and arms, as well as some cuts that have begun its healing process. You gave him a small pout, to which he tuts and lovingly cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I could ride into the sun and still come back to you in one piece, meum cor," he tells you quietly, moving his face much closer and shifting you to sit comfortably on his lap. "No man, no sword, no army could ever strike me down and take me from you."

Holding onto his scruffy jaw and peering into those dark chocolate eyes of his, he looks at you with such tenderness that no stranger will ever witness. Your bump is resting against his own stomach, and he feels every breath you exhale. Heads lean closer, his aquiline nose resting on the side of yours, lips just a hair away. There's distant chatter outside in the gardens, the curtains swaying gently from the warm breeze coming through the open windows. The water in the tub is still warm and steaming, the clearness of it was now murky from the dirt you cleaned from his aching body. You have half a mind to drain the tub and call out for more pails of fresh hot water, but you're so comfortable and safe in the arms of your husband.

"Do you recall the night I took you underneath the stars?" Marcus asks you huskily, both hands gripping your hips, strong fingers digging into your plushy flesh. He forces your hips closer to his, thick thighs tensing underneath your own. "The way you begged me to keep going, even when it began to rain down upon us."

Your lips parted to elicit a soft gasp when you felt his hardness on your thigh, thickening and rising with each second that passed. You do remember that night like it was yesterday. The soft rain pattering on your naked, writhing bodies. Your nails had dug deep into his skin to keep him from moving away. You had cried out to the gods for more, more, more.

"I do believe I may have scars from those nails of yours," Marcus joked lightly against your jaw, pressing a kiss to the bone with his plush lips.

Giggling quietly in his ear, you held his head close to your chest as his kisses traveled south. "I do believe you're creating tales, carissime."

He hums disapprovingly, holding you tighter on his lap when you shift. The steam from the water made his skin feel sticky and warm. You tasted salt on your tongue when you kissed below his ear. It was intoxicating, to say the least. Tasting him, trailing your tongue all over his molten hot skin, licking over his scars and freckles. There was a quiet minute when you both looked into each other's eyes again. Marcus can see the light hasn't died. He can see the adoration you have for him in the way your pupils dilate, and breathing quicken. And you can feel the love Marcus has for you in the way his eyes get slightly wide as he takes in your features, most likely mapping out which ones he hopes your unborn child takes from the both of you.

"Take us to bed, meum cor," you beg him. No longer able to keep looking at your handsome husband and not do anything about it, you leave it all up to him.

Without another word, Marcus stands with a hoarse grunt. With one strong arm wrapped tight (but not too tight) around your waist and his other hand under your thigh to keep you up and against his body, he steps over the tub and makes his way over to the bed. Neither of you care if your wet bodies are soaking the sheets. As he lays you down and rests on top of you, nothing else matters at this moment.

"Melculum, you look like a goddess with the sunlight kissing your naked skin," he whispers to you, lowering his head to kiss at your breasts and collarbones. You gasped and arched your back, further pressing your breasts into his mouth, to which he sucks a sensitive nipple between those lips.

Marcus rests on his forearms on either side of your head with his big hands tenderly cupping the crown. Your feet teasingly trail up and down the backs of his thighs, and you feel his hardness twitch between your bodies. Whispering his name in a needy voice, he looks up at you and catches the look in your half-lidded eyes. The flush on your skin makes your skin glow. He would never disrespect his gods and goddesses, but Aphrodite does have a competition on her hands.

Feeling too eager, you take charge and yank his neck down to finally kiss him. After months of not feeling his body, hands, and lips on yours, you powered all your emotions in this kiss. It was messy and desperate and hard. Tongue, teeth, garbled whimpers and heavy breaths. Marcus suckled at your bottom lip, letting it snap back against your teeth to then suck and bite at your neck. Your hips were shifting to slot his hard cock between the silky lips of your wet cunt. Grinding up and down, the thick vein that rests on his hardness glides easily against your swelling clit.

"Marcus," you weep quietly in his ear. "Oh, my husband. I need you more than life itself. Oh, you're the bravest, strongest soldier known to man. You're so... powerful, so dangerous. You keep your family and your people safe, my love." Saying this all while you're grinding your sweet cunt up and down the length of his hardness has Marcus growing erratic by the second.

He looks down between your bodies. Your cunt lips open like the blooming petals of the sweetest flower. The soft dark curls of your pubic hair rubbing against his own. Your small belly bump that keeps your unborn child safe and sound. Marcus uses his thumb to guide himself inside your cunt, breathing shallowly when the warm tightness sucks him in, inch by inch. Your mouth falls open to let out quiet, needy moans.

"There we go, melculum," Marcus grunts lowly in your ear, lowering his hips further down into yours and his thick cock slides deeper inside your leaking hole. The heat, wetness, and tightness of your cunt has him spiraling already. The knot in the pit of his stomach further unraveling the deeper he gets. "You were made for me," he breathes deeply, the heat of his breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

When he starts fucking into you, he was mindful to not rest his entire weight on your belly. He repositioned himself in a way that had his back curving to drive his hips deeper, faster, and harder into your own. The action had you arching and gasping. Your soft breasts and feet bounced gently from the movements. Marcus lovingly strokes down your temples with his thumbs and kisses you hard once again. Your fingers curl into his hair, now drying and curling beautifully. He looks like a god. It makes you want to cry. But then, his cock starts punching against the one spot that makes you scream.

"Oh! Marcus!" You yelped, eyebrows furrowed and lifted up as your mouth fell open and moans started pouring out. "Right there! Right... there. Ri-ight the-ere!"

He slows his thrusts until he's grinding so deep and so slow. Your moans turned into whimpers. He was able to hear the sloppy noises of your cunt soaking around his hardness. He grins down at you, his dimple deepening when you twitch and writhe.

"So beautiful," he whispers against your jaw. "So ethereal underneath me, writhing and begging for my cock." Marcus sharply drives his cock into your cunt unexpectedly. You let out a long, wanton wail that has his grin widening. He does it again, and again, and again. It was driving you absolutely crazy.

Your slick is most likely dripping out of your hole and onto Marcus' balls which slap against you. You can practically feel the weight of them, so heavy and full of two months' worth of cum. He drags his cock in and out of you slowly now, allowing you to feel every vein and every inch. Your thighs spread wide for him, eager for more. He answered your silent pleas and fucked you at a quicker pace again.

"Wrap your arms around me, Marcus. Oh, please, please, please!" You sobbed quietly, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He follows immediately. His strong arms wrap under your back and he rests some of his weight onto your front. Your thighs widen to accommodate his size, allowing his cock to nudge deeper in a way that steals your breath. "Just... like... that," you whimpered after each thrust Marcus gives.

He feels dizzy and overwhelmed in a good way. The smell of the homemade soap on your skin, the softness and warmth of your naked skin against his, your sweet moans like a pretty song in his ears, the slick tightness of your cunt sucking him in repeatedly. Feeling, smelling, and hearing all of these at once was enough to finally let him spill out his moans without holding back. His chest vibrates against your bare breasts with each grunt that passes his kissed-raw lips. The vibrations on your sensitive nipples tickled you erotically.

"You are intoxicating," he moans heavily against your sticky skin, his scruff scraping deliciously and his lips and teeth leaving little love bites. "Non possum satis de te." I cannot get enough of you.

With your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling around his wide hips, you simply cannot control what your body does. Marcus catches you off guard by messily kissing you, his tongue intertwining with your own, tasting each other's saliva. The taste of him had you whining into his mouth. There was a faintness of wine on his tongue. Although you obviously couldn't drink while you bear his child, the lingering taste of it on your husband's tongue was enough to drive you wild. Your hands, originally placed on his shoulder blades, trail down to his tapered waist and finally cling onto his perky bottom. You squeeze the tender flesh and briefly dig your nails into the skin, feeling the muscles clench and unclench with every roll of his hips and cock driving into your cunt.

"Tu parum desperatus es, huh?" Marcus' voice sounded cocky and the grin on his face didn't help. You're a desperate little thing, huh?

One of the things that made your husband a respected leader was his arrogance was never wrongfully directed. He loved to gloat, about anything and everything. But when it came to you, his wife, his ego inflates to the point of popping.

That's when you felt it. The coil in the pit of your stomach gets tighter and tighter, forcing your gooey walls to twitch around Marcus' thickness. He moans lowly at the feeling of it. He hooks one of your thighs over his arm, bracing your knee into your chest to fuck you deeply. The position change had you shuddering, more slick leaking out and staining the sheets below your bodies.

"I'm... I'm... fuuuck!" With one final cry out to the gods, you scratched down Marcus' skin and braced yourself for impact.

Your orgasm washed over you like one of the strongest ocean waves known to man. Your body wouldn't stop twitching and writhing underneath his massive body. The squeezing tightness of your cunt wouldn't let your husband fuck you any longer. He drops down and lets out a final rough grunt before spilling inside of you. He has a entire body shiver as his cock twitches repeatedly, his thick cum spilling out every few seconds. It finally stopped after a whole minute; yes, you were counting. The tickle of his cum hitting you deep inside had you giggling drowsily.

"You should be thanking your husband for giving you a well-needed release, not laughing at him," he hums against your skin, the vibrations of his voice and bristles of his scruff tickling you further, causing you to laugh louder. He feels your belly jumping from your shaking body and he can't help but to smile.

Being in the arms of his wife after a long journey of war and death, there really is no place like home.

#general marcus acacius #general marcus acacius x reader #general marcus acacius x fem!reader #marcus acacius #marcus acacius x reader #marcus acacius x fem!reader #general marcus acacius smut #marcus acacius smut #gladiator 2 #gladiator ii

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fictionalsownme · 5 months ago

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How do you feel about the original idea of William accidentally killing Damien instead of us?

I think the angst would’ve broken most of us in quarters, probably TWT Seeing art of this AU makes my heart clench for my poor boys (well it already does)

AHAHAHA PAIN! THAT'S HOW IT MAKES ME FEEL. But okay I put some thought into it for these drawings so if you're interested in how I think it would go down, I put it all in the screenshot below (alt text available)!!

So yeah!! I like this AU a lot!! There are some aspects I like better than what we ended up with-- William going insane for a life long friend rather than someone he met a day ago (even though I love that we made such an impression on him ;)), it could add a lot to Damien & Will's dynamic. I also like the seance idea I came up with! It'd be nice to give us some agency! And to try and save Damien too 👀 Also I think this version of Dark I came up with is so cool (👉🏻👈🏻) even though the effect would be like,, impossible irl

But there's way more that I think works better about the canon ending-- Celine's reckless pursuit of knowledge getting Damien killed is super fitting, especially since he seems to be the only loved one she has left, it helps explain how angry she is with Actor and the House (maybe that's why Dark is so unstable? I'm getting off track lol--) she's a righteous protector of someone who's already dead yk, whose death she caused. Also! In the canon version, we get to die! pretty fkn sick imo lol

thanks for asking!! I like to blabber!!!!

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lmk if you want to join the taglist for when the Markiplier Ego Discord I'm making goes live or for any updates! I've been a little hesitant to work on it because my zone is at risk for power shut offs because of the cali wildfires (there's no fires near me so far) and if my power goes out while I'm working on it idk what that does ^^" but I'll try to update soon!

edit: added a cut and shuffled things around ;))

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that-smallinjured-bowylamb · 1 month ago

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Hello (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ(⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

I would like to request something but first....

HOW IS YOUR WRITING SO WHOLESOME?????? Ehem.... I was actually giggling at school people were staring at me your writing tastes like sour gummies ( I VERY much like sour gummies ) btw very tasty

there's literally a bite mark on my phone!!!!!!/j

For my request feel free to decline if you don't feel like it !! I get that writing can get exhausting too so don't forget to take breaks too !!! <3

I was wondering if you can make housewardens ( separate please ) with a ballerina reader ( the industry is pretty bad I'm pretty sure ) so she basically has trouble eating and taking care of herself and such

-sincerely Garnet<3

A/n: AWWWW THANK YOUUU I LOVE SOUR GUMMIES TOO [But momma slaps it outta my hand Mrs. Rosehearts style :(] AND I LUV BALLERINAS, SRRY IF THIS WAS KEPT IN THE DRAFTS I HAVE SM WORK TO DO (Worst part, on Monday 19th of May, I'm going to enroll into the new school soon, so I'm going to update my rules with limits!) BUT HERE'S UR ORDER (* ´ ▽ ` *) @gracegarnet !!! I hope you enjoy! P.S THANKYOU FOR CALLING MY WORKS WHOLESOMMEEEE (But, in the upcoming future it might take a darker turn and I'm kind of like a mix! Still, thank you for the compliment!!!)

🪽Graceful figure to that of a doll, but he's willing to help you heal your broken parts🪽

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Scheonheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

Gender neutral, use of 'you'.

Genre: Comfort for Ballet!reader :>, Romantic or Platonic is up to you!

Warning ⚠️: OOC(?), not confirmed if reader is yuu, but it is confirmed they are in Ramshackle's often, but they are from another world, Idk what I'm doing with my life, ballet is so pretty but painful, flinching, trauma responses, signs of trauma [in the industry :( ], personal hcs, but idk if our world is much crueler than theirs (and it is), but then we heal bc I can 😋

Summary: You were a Ballerina, a graceful, lovely, delicate, beautiful figure on stage. But, in practice? You were tormenting yourself for perfection, every movement, every muscle, every fiber of your being is examined and bent to be 'fixed'. No compliments, no praises, no breaks, no nothing in any of that sort. You were fed less, you were struggling to keep up with the routine given to you due to your weak state. This kept going on, over and over and over again. One day, some merciful spirit perhaps, took pity on your dismantled body, crumpled down like a thrown doll, maybe to show you some mercy, it had sent you to another world. And yet, despite being in another world, you still had done the same routine, heart hallowed out, repeating the same routine over and over again, like a figure in a music box. But, enough of that, he wants to help you.

Riddle Rosehearts

•At first, when Riddle found out that you did ballet, he saw you dance in the courtyard. He had never seen you dance before, and it was quite a pleasant surprise seeing you doing ballet. That is, until he saw you struggle taking care of yourself is when he noticed the smaller details.

•Often you'd flinch when someone raises their voice at you, or when you take their criticism and insult at heart, trying to 'change' something, or when you silently look at your posture and criticize it, you don't need to speak about it, he already took notice.

•And he's not going to allow that. Nuh-uh>:( *Some comically red hedgehog as Riddle stomping towards you with the intent to help you.* but seriously, he gets the feeling. The need to be perfect, the struggles, the pain, he may not have taken ballet as you, but he knows how some of the industries could be terrible. He just didn't know your industry was just as bad. Breaking every muscle, every fiber tissue, and bones. It sounded painful, yet you went through it. But, he doesn't want you to continue, not anymore.

•"You don't need to be perfect anymore, you can rest. I get this feeling... the need to be perfect and all, but I've already realized I wasn't alone, and... you...deserve it. If you'd like to, we can have some sweets from Trey's whenever you come by to visit our tea parties, or unbirthday parties... No, you don't need to practice like that anymore, please stop..." Man's understands that ballet is your life, but if you want to continue doing ballet, then you're GOING to be healthy while doing ballet.

•Hey, it balances out nutrition, and look! He even sternly scolds you if he catches you looking at yourself with a vague expression of disappointment, compliments you more, praises you, and most of all, gave you needed rest.

•He cares about you, so don't leave him by breaking yourself into pieces, he doesn't want you hurt. Not now, not ever, so he'll help you be proud of yourself. Oh, no he's not blushing because he's flustered, thank you!

Leona Kingscholar

•Leona was just napping, he didn't know you did ballet (of course, he didn't⁉️) the only thought that crossed his mind was how skinny you were, how you ate less, never taking breaks for some reason, and how you take the criticism from others.

•Now who tf hurt you? Now imagine, if you were a girl (most ballerinas r girls right 🤔 srry late night braincells do NOT function properly), do you know how enraged this mf will be if you were ever mistreated? Yes, that's how much he cares, he doesn't know when it happened, but it did. No, he is not going to admit that, herbivore. Don't ask on why he's giving more food on your plate, "You look like a walking stick, you should eat plenty." "Prey is much more valuable when there is more nutrients in them." Okay, Leona we get it. You care 😒. No, Leona your not going to kill someone like your hired for it.

•But he does subtly remark about your ballet skills, and one time found yourself not criticizing the posture for once. He one time bought you [your favorite dish] just so you could shut up about your 'criticism' that sounded borderline self-bullying. (Guys, he's an anti-bully, trust me 🙏) he won't allow you to drown in a quicksand of your self-deprecation, alright? You better not make yourself a walking skeleton.

•"Tch, since when did I care? I don't need to look out for you, who do you think I am? A babysitter? A guard? Heh, as if." *proceeds to beat the shit out of anyone that insulted you, but not when your looking.*

•Yeah, no one even wanted to mess with you despite you being either outnumbered or alone. Cause' there will always be a sleeping lion, somewhere in the area. No, he did not move locations to conveniently sleep in the same area as you are. Don't ask.

Azul Ashengrotto

•When he saw you do ballet for the first time, he thought he could get profit out of this, but when he learned you were not taking care of yourself because of doing so much ballet? Nah, he had to do something about it.

•Yes, it was very suspicious when he kept bringing you food from the Monstro Lounge, Oh, whatever could you mean, [Name]? He's just trying to be a good friend to you, he also wants to hear about more of your ballet lessons! See? Nothing suspicious here! *Looks at the tweels secretly planning something* No, there isn't anything going on back there, don't mind them! They're....just.. uh... nevermind.

•But on a serious note, he gets it. The harsh words disguised as criticism, eating less, difficulty taking care of yourself to maintain the expected weight, the harsh reality... yeah, he does not want you to go through the horrible experience. Sure, if you want to be a ballerina you can, just... do it in healthier circumstances will you?

•"Ah, uhm, why am I giving you food, you may ask? Uh!- uhm, well! It's just to... test out our newest dishes! We need your opinion on each one of them and give us feedback about which could serve as the main dishes. Nothing out of the ordinary." He says, and then sneaks in a few more just for you to eat healthy. No, he's not going to trap you into a contract with him, but yes, genuinely wants to help you.

•After hearing about your industry he couldn't help but feel pity for those who practice there. It must've hurt, yet they still went through with it. Why, land dwellers are so strange and too cruel to themselves and others? He can't help but see a little reflection of himself except the ballet parts.

•Whatever you had experienced in the past, will stop here. And, he feels kinda guilty for overblotting and putting into so much stress than necessary. He guesses that was immature, but what else could he do?

•Nonetheless, you've helped him, he'll do the same for you. If that's what it takes.

•He felt indebted to you and he's not going to allow anyone to harm you again.

Kalim Al-Asim

•Okay when he first saw you doing ballet he was like, "THATS SO COOL??? CAN I DO THAT TOO??? :D" but then discovering your industry's treatment towards you was like, "Oh... :("

•He does not want to unintentionally hurt his loved ones again, so what does he do?

•He compliments you on your efforts, and praises you for your success, lets you eat more bc he insists it is healthy for you, and tries to make you rest as much as possible, even bringing you gifts as a reward, and showing you his own dance moves as well! See? Not everything in dancing has gotta be for precision, just have fun expressing yourself!

•He's trying so hard to help you, he hopes you noticed that. He is actually really concerned about your health and wants to help you be more healthy, he doesn't want you starving on stage! Jamil even had to visit you to eat the 'leftovers' he had for Kalim but he couldn't finish it all! (Liar)

•You don't need to cry over validation and perfection, you know? You could just be happy with what you want! If you wanna express yourself through ballet, you can! Just, don't hurt yourself for the sake of it... he'll be very worried about you!

•He's really glad you got out of that horrible place, and wishes you wouldn't suffer like that again, here, a hug for you! You deserve it! Oh, and applauds for your awards too! You really need it. And you did, you needed to hear those so much. And he gave it.

•Is your supporter, so is Jamil but he's busy and won't admit to it, he'll tell you "great job" after passing by you, he knows it's clear enough for you to hear it, and so does Kalim! He LOVEESS your performance! You should teach him sometimes!

•Yes, and he'll make sure no one is going to hurt you as well, he'll be sure of it. Just send Jamil to do it, he won't mind!

Vil Scheonheit

•Vil knows that look. Whenever you practice ballet, there is always a lingering criticism in your eyes, like how your teacher would look at you before breaking your bones to 'fix' your posture, he knows the feeling, the need of perfection. Reaching for something that can not be reached. No matter the effort. So, he wanted to help you become better, not for your posture and lessons, but for you.

•Hearing about your industry is no surprise to Scheonheit, he knows these types of industries are only after for something that isn't possible and completely risky to the human body. He helps you by feeding you a little more, but he also criticize you for something whenever you do wrong, oh, but he'll be the one to apologize in case if it came out too harshly than want he wanted it to be. You should care for yourself, [Name]. Don't hurt yourself in the name of perfection.

•He's helping, he really is. But of course, you can't expect him to leave his honest filter at home, but he tries. And, whenever you do something right? He praises you, complimenting you, saying things your teacher would never say.

•Ngl, idk how to write this guy. But he likes taking you out to shop with him, buying new clothes for you to wear, poses, and whatever he does to a whim. But, he won't be too whimsy. He's just doing what's best for you. And would shut anyone if they think they could insult you without getting away with it.

•"You should better yourself, not for them, or me, but for you. You shouldn't live under people's opinions just because you think their words are of value. They aren't. And it shouldn't imply to your lifestyle."

•And actually? It's pretty nice. Your healthier, yet your still capable of being flexible, so you could still do ballet without a problem.

•He's really supportive of your career in case you don't want to change, it depends.

•Yeah, maybe being sent to another world isn't so bad, after all the things he does to keep you healthy and thriving.

Idia Shroud

•Man's tbh he doesn't know. He thinks your cool with doing ballet but that's it. Dude has no thoughts other than that. But maybe, if there was a chance, you'd be binding with him over games or a manga, maybe the both of you have something in common I don't know what.

•Just imagine his silence when he notices the signs from you. Difficulty eating, small portions of food, bruised legs and arms and holy shit your entire body- and that empty and criticizing look in your eyes?

•He might have an inkling of what kind of industry you might've been in since it's quite obvious based on your physical health. (<-Ortho scanned you)

•He wanted to kinda help, after Ortho convinced him you really needed it. So Ortho does the praising and complimenting, while Idia sends more food over to your place, just in case if you starve. Oh, don't expect him to help you, alright! He's just- whatever.

•If he ever hears anyone insult you, he's got Ortho to deal with it. Like srsly the moment they open their mouth with ill intentions to your name? Hear that? I wonder why there's a red glowing circle on both their heads.

•But sorry if this is short cuz idk what to do

Anyway- he just... okay, take a break, srsly. Why do you just practice non-stop?? Too much practice is going to tire you out so chill-

•Your supporter is Ortho, Idia can watch behind the scenes as he listens to the awards, he's proud. Sure, you've won and practice in an healthy amount, but now Ortho got a bestie he can support.

•Yeah, you're welcome. Ig.

Malleus Draconia

•Man was fascinated when he saw you do ballet, you were graceful, and fragile but something bothered him, slightly.

•It was your eyes, sure, it was beautiful, but something about it being soulless haunts him in a way. It was nearly empty with grace, criticizing the posture, nipping at every peck of mistake. The confusion gnaws at him. Why? Why do you see yourself less than what you truly are?

•Maybe he found out by Lilia telling him, and he's enraged. Now he looks at your ballet lessons with anger welling in his being, he's amazed, but besides the point, the things you've suffered to get this balance. It's infuriating to know that their are humans willing to hurt themselves in the name of perfection. What was the use, if they hurt themselves and their limbs become unusable? It would be much difficult that way to reach "perfection and grace" if they hurt themselves.

•He praises you like you've created water systems or whatever is great. He poetically compliments you, he supports you he's literally a #1 supporter, no objections.

•And he doesn't want that to happen to you. Look, you have difficulty eating, he wants that fixed. But, he can't because you 'need' to stay skinny, that won't do with him at all. So he tells you firmly, "You are perfect just the way you are, no need to go through such lengths if it hurts your body." Then drags you to food court or smth. Bby wants you to eat healthy, please, if you want to keep doing ballet, be sure to do it in a more healthy way. He doesn't want his child of man harmed from horrible lessons in that industry.

•If you want something he'll get it, nothing is expensive anyway. Plus he's Malleus Draconia tf are they gonna do? Say no to him?

•Had rambled about gargoyles and saw you danced near one coincidentally, man's was tripping.

•He's appreciative, and he's trying. Why insecure when a whole ass prince is praising you for your efforts anyway?

A/n: Doneee!!! Enjoy! Damn, this took longer than I expected, I fr felt bored and ditched [<-it was Floyd, not me]

ghostofviriena <- [for the photo]

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil scheonheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #WHOAA IM DONEEE 💋💋

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fruit-sy · 1 year ago

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Kaycee's Mod: P03 Edition Comic + Ideas

l. The takeover

What if P03 got the OLD_DATA first instead of Leshy? That's basically the premise of this AU lol

II. Intro

Kaycee is not impressed with P03's storytelling

III. Skill Issue

I imagine Kaycee was mainly in charge of Grimora's and maybe partly Leshy's development, and while she was familiar with the other Scrybes' gameplay, she wasn't too good at playing them

May be lore inaccurate as ik Kaycee is a card gamer nerd, but even pros take Ls sometimes :p

IV. Playing Favourites

Despite not knowing Leshy is also self aware, I like to think Kaycee would still smash from just knowing him from the base game lol.

V. Broken Fight

Average unfinished boss fight

This was Inspired by the "P03 in Kaycee's mod" mod 👀

I saw that they updated the mod a couple of months ago so I played it and I got dragged back to a mini Inscryption brainrot again lol- See, brainrots don't die, they lay dormant until they take over your life again asldkfjasdlf

Anyways, the mod's super fun and it consumed my life for a couple of days!! Also idk if they balanced the mod more or if I just got really lucky but I have more success in finishing runs compared to 2 yrs ago where it took abt a week for me to finish ONE run WITHOUT challenges;; regardless, I enjoyed the new additions to the mod :3

I made a post following this same swap AU idea almost 2 years ago, but I felt compelled to put a little bit more effort this time. I didn't take this too seriously so there may be some handwaving in regards to like, the canon because I have a headache trying to follow it too much lmao

but P03 and Kaycee are my faves, so im just having fun making this silly comic :^]

(I have a couple more pages sketched out but idk when I'll finish it. but uh, yeah, I'll probably have another post following this up sometime in the future in case anyone's wondering 👀)

#inscryption #kaycee hobbes #p03 #my art #Kaycee's mod: P03 Edition

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beastyeastfreak · 20 days ago

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Mystic flour x dark cacao soldier! Reader part two

Link to part one

There will be a part three, likely the final part will be four but maybe not idk hehehe :)

Cw and tags: romantic, reader gets called young they’re an adult, reader is turning evil

Summary: Awakening above the cloud cover, you are faced with the decision to stay and discover more about Mystic Flour cookie and become part of her grand plan or attempt to escape and return to your kingdom.

This ones longer also this is written pre silent salt update so it’ll probably be outdated T-T

🌾 - You felt light, the way you feel when you reach your bed for the first time after a long shift. You were surrounded by fluffy grass and embraced by warm fog. It hadn’t been long since you were transported to this mountain top, at least according to the sun’s position in the sky. It was the highest peak, the world below obscured by hills of white clouds. The air here was thin, even climbing up to where you just were you struggled to breathe. Yet now you felt as though you could breathe with no issues. You began to sit up, there was no clanking of armor, you looked down. You were in only your dark tunic and pants, and your weapons were gone just cloth remained.

🌾 - You wanted to collapse back into the grass but you were stopped as you heard laughter in the distance. Not sharp like that of a wrongdoer, but warm like you were overhearing a family dinner. You began to sit up, through the few trees and single grey brick building you could see a sea of clouds all around occasionally broken by other mountaintops. It was more akin to islands than anything. If not for the fact that if you fell you would fall to your crumbling, you’d actually be comforted and maybe awed by the sight.

🌾 - You stood up, looking around for your items but found nothing. She had stripped you of your defense and offense, if something were to find you… someone… You shook the thought away. You needed to go. You had no way of returning to the cacao kingdom and you had no way of defending yourself against the beast, though how she acted made it seem like you didn’t exactly need to do that… Did you want to attack her anyway?- Yes! You shook your head. You shouldn’t fall prey to the beasts trap! Your admittedly somewhat pitiful attempt at flirting only further ensnared you within her web. Whatever feelings you have or have had wasn’t real, the only thing that should be on your mind was leaving… and not the way her eyes caught the golden light or the soft shimmer of her veil.

🌾 - You began to sneak towards the sound of laughter, the white flowers and deep warm grass did little to hide you. You were trained for hiding in the snow, numbing yourself when your dough began to prick from the cold, getting your footing on ice. You were out of your depth. You spotted a group of odd beings, they looked to be made of dumplings. They sat inside a fairly small one room building. The walls black and roof gold. They were playing a game of Go, those who were not playing were sitting around the table and sharing jokes. Maybe they knew the way down, they had to have gotten up here somehow. You stalk around the building before finding the door, you knock gently on the wood.

🌾 - “Did you hear that?” One says, another responds. “Maybe its that nice little haetae,” you hear that voice approaching before opening the door. “Oh! Its a little cookie!” They exclaim, the others lean over to look around this dumpling being. You don’t give them a chance to speak, though they seem to be interested. “I apologize for interrupting, would you happen to know the way down?” You say, they stare for a minute before breaking into snickers and laughs. “A way down the youngster says!” The one playing the black team chuckles. “With a mark like that?” Another says. You stare, “a.. what?”

🌾 - “A mark, that big white spot on your forehead?” Your heart sinks, your reaction is telling enough. The being at the door steps aside to let you in. “Have you not looked in a mirror?” The one who let you in says, the two at the board keep playing. There was a free cushion next to a table with a tea pot beside them, you were gestured to sit, you stood. “I just need to leave, i have to return to my kingdom.” You say in a way that hopefully didn’t betray your fears. “Oh you youngsters, always have places to be. Sit down, have some tea, you look as anxious as a cakehound runt.” The dumpling being says, pouring a cup for you. It was herbal, it smelt like something your mother would make when you’d return from training. You cave, sitting down next to them and taking the warm cup in your hands which were colder than you realized. You look down at the cup, more specifically your reflection. Turning your head down you see it, a pure white mark on your forehead, the exact place Mystic Flours souljam rested.

🌾 - “I’ve heard of other beasts marking mortals but never her, you must be brave or foolish.” The dumpling being chuckles, you take a sip mildly flustered but for the most part still frightened. “Am i in danger?” You say in a whisper. Another dumpling answers for the one you were speaking to. “If I’ve seen anything you’re out of danger.” He says and laughs at his own joke. You sigh, you and your big ideas. Flirt with the beast, you thought. It’s a good idea and will help your king, you assumed! “How do i leave?” You ask again, the dumpling being takes a sip and speaks, losing an edge of playfulness. “Listen closely, mortal, your enemy is not an easy foe. Your kingdom may protect you but it will leave scars.” They take another sip, “I will show you the way if you wish to go, but will running complete why you came in the first place?”

🌾 - You stare blankly, then avert your eyes. You came to beast yeast to keep your people safe. If Mystic Flour was still alive and was giving you an advantage against her then you were more helpful here than at the wall. You take another sip of your tea. Then out of no where your head begins to feel numb, small pulses which come and go. You open your mouth to speak but the door nearby slides open, it was her. Her eyes closed, she stood regal as ever.

🌾 - “She’s finally paid us a visit, its been what- 1000 years?” One of the dumpling immortals says. “Hm,” she hums disinterested, she doesn’t turn her head to you or anything just speaks. “Come,” she says and you abide wordlessly, your heart is falling further into your stomach, fear boils in your mind. You turn to the dumpling that you had spoken to, “thank you.” You say and place the tea down. “Next time you visit, you’ll have to play a game against me as payment,” they smile and you nod walking out the door. You follow her out the door, closing it behind her. It was a lot colder out than you first realized, the warmth of the building had made you realize that.

🌾 - You did not speak, wind whistled for you. She began to lead you down a set of stairs engraved into the side of the mountain, a long fall awaited you if you misstepped. She was calm though, in the face of the potential of death she remained expressionless. You decided not to focus on that though, you kept your gaze on your footing. “How did meeting with my king go?..” You speak without truly thinking about it. She hums again, “he will see my way soon enough as did you.” She begins, then looks at you out of the corner of her eye, “he is not your ruler.” She firmly states. Her gaze was enough to make even the strongest general crumble, but somehow Dark Cacao survived. Unfortunately it seemed likely you would not be returning with him. “Right,” you replied. “My apologies.”

🌾 - She closes her eyes again, facing forward once more. You continue speaking, “why did you remove my armor?” You ask as you begin to walk through a cloud, squinting to see where you were going. “I will grant you new armor, you bore a symbol of resolution unlike mine.” She replied, you speak again. “Speaking of marks-“ she cut you off. “If you return to your kingdom that mark will spread, you will turn to flour. It is a symbol of loyalty, you will not break it.” She explains as you exit the cloud, seeing the great distance below. You know questioning further on the topic would be seen wrong, so you ask something different. “Whats next?” You glance at her, she doesn’t respond immediately but you get the sense she prefers this question to the rest. “You will get your armor then you will defend the pagoda in my absence.”

🌾 - “You’re leaving?” You say with false disappointment. “If you wish to attend a meeting of beasts i will not deny you that,” she says and stops in front of a large door into the mountain. You cursed your big mouth, now you had to follow through. “I’d be a bad soldier if i did not keep you safe.” You respond, you almost swear a smile tugs at her lips. “You will find your weapon and armor beyond these doors, i will wait here.” You nod and open the doors, sparing a glance at her before closing them.

🌾 - You head in, theres a door at the end of the hallway with light poking from beneath it. You walk there, opening the door to find a suit of black with yellow gold plating. It didn’t look like it was fit for someone as low rank as them, it looked like it was for someone important. You wonder why she even had this, she didn’t seem like she needed any armored guards. You sighed, by putting this on you were finalizing allegiance to her. Its just for show, you told yourself, your people would not leave you behind. You just needed to play nice until you could see an opening. You began to put it on, it was a little heavier than your typical armor. It felt tailored for your body, fitting perfectly against you. You then pulled the weapon out of the sheathe, a thin blade curved slightly. The handle was seemingly made from both ivory and metal, shaped around eachother in a swirling fashion. The blade itself was similar in shape to your sword thankfully, though it felt more ornamental to be fair. You stared at the glint in of the golden blade, just play nice.

🌾 - You opened the door, she was still standing there. Her head turned to you, though her eyes were closed you felt as if she looked you up and down. “Hm, it’ll do. I’ll make my own adjustments in due time,” she states and steps forward towards you. Your cheeks felt a bit warm at the thought. “Truthfully,” she begins in a slightly lower tone. “I really despised seeing you wearing the insignia of a fool when you’re so much better.” She stood directly in front of you, your mouth felt dry. You just stood, trying to keep a straight face as spiders built soft nests within your heart. You really shouldn’t feel this way but witches was it hard not to. She puts one hand on the side of your face beneath your helmet. “If you prove yourself so, when i dethrone him i will put you in his place.” Your heart jumped, “No!- i mean-“ you reacted harshly and had to fix the damage before she could assume anything. “I don’t trust myself in such a position, i take orders not give them- besides i see no other cookie as fit as you to lead.” She raises an eyebrow just enough to be noticed, “charming.” She notes, then pulls away though still in front of you. “I do not know who will be attending only that i must be there, whatever the outcome do not make a scene.” She spoke, you didn’t need to be told twice. You nod, then within moments flour clouds begin to swirl around. You look down and notice your vision becoming white, great this again.

🌾 - You open your eyes and find yourself at the steps of a mighty castle like structure. It was hexagon shaped from what you could tell. The two walls on each side of the door were adorned with tall stained glass windows, they must’ve been the beasts. You figured each side had its own beast window. She began to walk up the steps already, you weren’t allowed anymore time to admire. As you walk up the large steps - why did the beasts like stairs so much! - your eyes catch something blue and black darting into the bushes beneath the black window. You go a bit ahead of her, opening the door for you which earns a hum of gratitude from her. Inside you hear boisterous laughter and speaking.

🌾 - The building seemed to be like a cup in a way, there was a hallway all around a main room in the center. There was another door leading into the main room where the shouting was coming from, you stepped forward and opened it for her as well, the laughter had stopped as the cookies inside diverted their attention to her. You beheld the beast of destruction accompanied by three cookies, a tiger like spice matching the beast, a childish cookie with apples in her hair and a dark cookie with a microphone. There were five chairs around a circular table in the center of the room, each on personalized to the cookies with their soul jam engraved and cushion color. The tiger like cookie was adorned with fresh injuries she was tending to, the beast of destruction had a few injuries of his own. “I see your encounters went similarly to mine,” she deadpans as you follow behind her. With a touch on your shoulder, a silent command to stay by the door, you stand and watch. The tiger like cookie and the other two stood some distance away, not far but closer than the beasts were to you. “And what of your souljam?” The beast of destruction questions with a sharp toothed grin despite his obvious loss. She doesn’t answer that, “where is Shadow Milk?” She asks, the two cookies that did not match the beast in front of you must be another’s. “He scurried off to Eternal Sugars garden, he heard she was getting a bit too comfortable with her other half.” He responds, leaning back in his chair, he glances at you, you feel terrified but your face remains as blank as fresh snow.

🌾 - Your ears begin to ring when his gaze lingers, it feels as though something is slithering up your back. You’re convinced he was about to stand and come to you but whatever Mystic flour begins to say draws his gaze away. But that slithering feeling does not leave, now it felt like it was on your right shoulder. You turn your head just enough to see a small serpent, black and blue only about as thick as your finger but making up for it in length. “Mystic Flours got herself a new minion, i wasn’t aware she was capable of indulging hehehehe!” A small playful voice comes from it, you look around at anywhere but the snake on your shoulder. “But i think you were found by the wrong beast! Pretending are we?” It giggles, if your stomach could drop anymore it’d be in your feet. The other cookies were too focused on what the beasts were saying. You look down at this beast in snakes scales. “I hope you know what you’re doing, this armor isn’t hiding the fact you’re just a tiny cookie meddling in our business!” Your fingers were trembling, heart rate picking up. “You knoooow, if im not mistaken you’re a cacao soldier! It’s strange because i saw a ship waving their colors leaving beast yeast.” They left you? You think in response. “The realization setting in yet? The-“ you were broken out of thought as the snake was yanked off you by mystic flour. She was squeezing it by the neck, it writhed and curled around her wrist, hissing. It soon became a cookie itself, her grip remained around this beasts neck. “Ah- ack! Let me go why don’t you! I was just saying hi to the ne- AGH!- minion!” He tries to push away from her, legs kicking against the floor and tendril like hair swaying. Burning spice was simply laughing at the sight. She dropped him, he hit the floor then floated away. “Geez cant a guy do a little crowd work?”

🌾 - “There are important matters to discuss,” Mystic Flour speaks calmly. Her anger was felt rather than heard, you wondered if only you felt it. You wondered why she did that for you. “Are we sure we want to discuss it here with potential spys among us?” He questioned with a big grin. Burning spice answered for him, “Uggghhh,” he turns to the four of you. “You lot go guard outside, now enough of your antics and tell us what happened in the garden.” He says leaning against the table which was noticeably more damaged on his side. “Yes, great destroyer!” The tiger cookie says and stands up, the other two glance at their respective minions to follow. You’re the last one out, you only catch a snippet of what was happening.

🌾 - Admittedly the other three weren’t important in your eyes, so the first thing you tried to do was slip outside. You were stopped by the childish one, “Master Shadow Milk talked to you in person! What did he say? Did he talk about me?!” You stare down “uh..-“ you cant get much of a word in. “Where is Mystic Flours other assistant? Are you a replacement?” The spice firmly asks you. “I dont-“ you still cant respond. “What happened at the pagoda? Got any exclusive information as to Mystic Flours fight with her souljam holder?” The last one says with a grin. You don’t even entertain a response just stare annoyed at the three of them. “Do you intend on berating me or doing what you were told to do?” You say, somewhat parroting your old teachers words.

🌾 - The tiger cookie growls, “I am the general of the spice swarm! Do not act as if you are above me!” She says in a hushed yell, loud enough to get her point across but not loud enough to bother the beasts inside. You’re remain dead faced, the only movement is you glancing at her injuries then back at her eyes. A quiet insult. She catches that and growls again, her claws make an appearance. “The Great Destroyer would happily make an example out of the Ivory Pagoda!” She practically hisses. Anger sparks in your being and you aren’t quite sure why, you actually very quickly resented the fact you wanted to defend the Ivory pagoda and its master. You don’t step forward, “Im sure he would,” you respond with a bit of an edge in your tone.

🌾 - “Now, as entertaining as this is how about we actually do our job or.. you know?” The purple one says with sass. The tension begins to ease a bit, the spice says nothing, just walks past you bumping your shoulder. You don’t say anything either, you glance at the other two and walk outside. You were in your element now, standing guard in front of something. Nature serenading you and easing your thoughts. The serenity allowed you time to plan, and come to terms. You were alone now, your kingdom had left you to die or perhaps thought you had not revived. You were on your own with a beast interested in you to say the least and you were maybe a little interested in her. You weren’t sure whether to see this as a curse or a blessing. You were taken away from your whole life, protecting a wall and a starving kingdom. You were now personally serving an ancient souljam holder as a high ranking cookie, as high ranking as you could get at least. You were like her, you knew you were, theres a deep desire within you to see the suffering end and perhaps apathy is the way to it the same was she is your end to suffering. You felt horrible, a deep, gaping pit within you had opened up. You did not want to return to the Cacao kingdom as a soldier, you wanted to return beside her.

#crk #crk x reader #x reader #crk x you #mystic flour cookie x reader #mystic flour stole the armor off one of her attackers and modified it for them lol #Spotify #CLOUD HAETAE ISNT DEAD THEYRE JUST GUARDING THE PAGODA #smc is very interested in the reader in this #he would probably steal them if given the chance #nutmeg tiger cookie vs reader is just geeked vs locked in

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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years ago

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This is so reader and ex husband gojo coded idk https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8RLocpm/

A/N: OMG THIS IS SO EX HUSBAND GOJO CODED!! 😭😭 Am I the only one who really misses ex husband Gojo updates? Maybe I should make another toxic series 🫢

But instead of convincing you back into a relationship, it’s more so gaslighting you into believing you’re still in a relationship with him LOL

Turning up under the lame ass excuse of ‘I don’t want my kids to think they’re in a broken family’. You give in easily, knowing he’ll win either way.

He’ll enter the house casually as he pleases since he already has the keys. Almost too happy looking as he enters the kitchen with a wide evil grin on his face, swirling the keys around his pale slender fingers as his blue orbs finds his prey. You’re switching between stirring the sauce and glaring at him.

“Hey Princess” he says almost mockingly, leaning against the counter, inching closer to your face ready to have a flirting session. “Aww you making my favourite for me?” He says.

“No it’s the ki-“ but before you could finish the sentence he grabs you from behind for a hug, muscular arms engulfing you into his muscular chest. He sloppily kisses your cheek making you grimace, but he ignores it, mumbling how much of a sweet wife you are.

“C’mon my angels! Mommy’s made us dinner!” Gojo says, casually sauntering out of the kitchen, searching for his beloved children.

That entire night is hell btw. Just Gojo having one arm around your shoulder, other hand feeding the kids, non stop sloppy kisses and calling you Mrs Gojo.

“Stop that” you grumble at some point when the kids aren’t paying attention. He laughs. An amused laugh, he loves how easy it is to rile you up.

“Don’t be like that baby” he coos. “I know you’re just cranky because you missed me but I’m here now” he adds, leaning in for a kiss again, but you move your head away this time, he laughs sadistically, opting to kiss your cheek instead. “I’ll make it up to you baby, I promise, just wait till the kids are asleep”

King of delulu for real.

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izelthewashbear · 6 months ago

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The one part of 3rd Life Renchantyn/Treebark we never talk about

Whenever we talk about Treebark/Renchantyn/Martn and Ren in context of 3rd Life, it's almost always about the beheading - the ultimate test of trust between them two, where Ren claimed his place as the Red King, and Martyn finally fullfilled his duty of being his loyal hand.

However, there's one part we don't talk about even half as much, while I think we should.

"On the 3rd Life server, there is a rule - that if Red attacks yee, yee may attack the Red back."

The second half of their test was to see whether they trusted each other enough to not attack each other despite being on two opposite ends of the spectrum - with Martyn being green and Ren being red. Ren passed the test with flying colors right away - despite pointing out the possibility that as a red, he could attack Martyn, he never did - he never even grabbed a weapon to attack him with.

And what about Martyn?

Immediately after Ren pointed out the rule, he was holding a cobweb in his hand - so that if Ren went on to attack him, he'd be able to trap him. He ran away and only came back upon Ren saying that he won't do it.

However, he was given a choice. Ren punched him, not even shedding any of his hearts - but as per that rule, Martyn could attack him back. He was armed with both his sword and Red Winter, he even started placing the cobwebs so that Ren couldn't run.

"Are you with Red King to the end, or will you take Dogwarts for yourself?"

He could very well slay Ren again at that moment. It would not break any rules - Ren attacked him first, so it would count as self defense. Ren was ready for that, maybe even expected that.

"No! I won't do it!"

But Martyn didn't do it. For that one moment, the guy who mostly travelled the server and didn't have the place to call home aside from Dogwarts, decided to trust his only friend and not take everything they worked for together all for himself. He allows the walls he built around himself to crumble ever so slightly, to let that one man in.

...

But what if he didn't?

I can't stop thinking about what would happen if at that moment, he hesitated. If at that moment, despite spending so much time with Ren, he still didn't trust him enough. If his survival instincts kicked in and he attacked Ren again, making the Red King the first fallen player. If he remained at Black Heart Altar alone, with Dogwarts all to himself. If he decided that if not many players trust him, it's better if he doesn't trust anyone, as well. The walls are not ready to be broken down yet.

And then imagine the rest of the games afterwards.

Last Life, where he teams up with Southlanders first - if he turns on them, he'd be outnumbered, so it's like forcing himself into submission. Him hesitating to join Shadow Alliance - he killed Ren last time, why is that man trying to put trust in him again?

Double Life, where he ends up separating from his soulmate either way. He would end up backstabbing Cleo, anyway, so it's better if he starts on his own. Ren still tries to get his attention, but why? What's up with this guy and his weird obsession with his first murderer?

Limited Life. Ren is suddenly gone, so there is nobody else around to pester Martyn. The walls gets thicker and thicker. Scott is nice enough to him, but that pisses him off even more. Reminds him of Ren. This time, he backstabs him with no hesitation, and that leads him to victory. Why trust people, when working on his own led him to his goal?

...

Anyways I have a new idea for a treebark fic, idk if you guys are interested?

UPDATE: It's here, chapter 1 is finished! Enjoy, and brace yourself :>

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silkirose · 9 months ago

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Y’all… I’m trying so hard to upload the Halloween post update but it keeps putting the images in the wrong order

aaaaaaaaaaaa idk maybe it’s finally broken from how long it is

#help #lmao

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thistlerock · 2 months ago

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The Bad Kids Are all multilingual because hey dnd characters always are. Fun to think about. Update from later Fabian kinda hijacked this post at the end my bad. All I can think about is the character ™️

Fabian and Adaine speak a different dialect of Elvish than Fig but like it's still the same language. I'm not sure what Kristen and Riz would have learned — maybe Kristen the wood-elven dialect and Riz the high one? Cause people who would have maybe influenced church camp vs what Riz might have gotten in some elective at school or learned by himself via dictionary like the nerd he is. But maybe not that relevant, I don't think it makes too much of difference.

Gorgug writes most of his notes in Gnomish. And while all of the Bad Kids kind of do it because, well, multilingual moment, I think Gorgug does the thing the most where you're talking and you're like what the fuck is this word in English. Uhm. Uhm. Scheibenwischer. And he speaks the one language that none of his friends speak so they're all just idk man you're on your own. Also personal hc Gorgug starts learning Orc (Orcish?? Dnd languages so straight forward and yet so confusing to me.) after meeting his bio parents. Riz also knows Orc and I'm gonna assume Ragh would so um green bonding time. Also also personal hc Goblin and Orc are similar in the way German and Dutch are (I can only go off of languages I know so this is gonna be my only example. Lmao.) because yeah.

Anyway Fabian is I think the one who mixes them up the most on purpose. You know how teenagers in non English speaking countries will inject random English into every sentence because internet. And it's just a thing now. Fabian does this over in Kei Lumenera with the other elves and common (common being English just for clarification). He's fluent in elvish it just doesn't feel right man. BUT. SPEAKING OF HIM BEING FLUENT IN ELVISH. His accent in it is very distinctively Solesian and you can only hear a little bit of Fallinel in certain words. Which isn't that big of a deal but it's notable. Because Hallariel doesn't sound like that and she's the one who taught him. Let me word. Eugh.

She was obviously very. Negligent. But I think that up until Fabian was like, idk, three or four? He did spend a lot of time with her. Like she wasn't taking care of him or doing anything with him but he'd be in the room with her as long as he wasn't being "bothersome" (normal kid "annoying". crying, loud, needs help with everything. etc.) because then Cathilda had to come and get him. But she would talk to herself a lot and/or rant about things little baby Fabian really had no chance at understanding lol, and it's not like she wanted him to respond. But this would be in elvish because it's her native tongue, and because kids are sponges he learned elvish. They didn't raise him multilingual on purpose it just happens. Side note i think she talked to him in the womb a lot I do. There is something to me about her focusing a lot on this child until he was born / until he started becoming a proper person. (It was so easy to love him when he was just a part of her and wasn't a separate entity that she needs to actively try to pay attention to what who said that that's. Crazy.)

So yeah Fabian is fluent as a kid, but then as he gets older he really doesn't have an opportunity to converse in Elvish for years, so he. Forgets a little bit? And he'll still read stuff in the language but he doesn't speak it with anyone until the Bad Kids start to use it for secrecy reasons (which I actually think is really funny and inefficient because I'd assume this is one of the more common second languages in solace. But I digress.) And at that point he's conversational but gods he's rusty, but between Gorgug not understanding it all, Kristen's being super broken, and Riz clearly only knowing it through reading/writing and having trouble with pronunciation because this isn't a language he's used to speaking it's not that noticeable? Idk. Adaine probably clocked it but didn't think much of it.

It comes back to him pretty quickly, (and by Sophmore year he has no trouble in Fallinel + probably started speaking more elvish at home again now that his mother is kind of talking to him and Gilear is there) it's just that now his accent shifted. (And it's still the language he feels the least "at home in" or comfortable speaking. It's common -> halfling -> elvish for him. I think.) (Yes I know that his wiki says he also knows tornado. I think he understands it but can't speak it. I don't think he can make the required sounds I'll be real.)

#I have. more I'll reblog this later I'm tired #rambling into the void #fantasy high #meta madness #dimension 20 #the bad kids #fabian aramais seacaster #riz gukgak #headcanons #kristen applebees #fig faeth #figueroth faeth #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #hallariel seacaster

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circus-clangen · 2 months ago

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Things I noticed in this moon’s update:

On the page where tiger gives birth, it doesn’t seem like she was cut open for c section? However the plushie is, and clown’s scalpel is bloody. Idk if her fur was just covering it up but it’s an interesting detail… that and a different plushie had one of its eyes almost broken with stuffing coming out.

On the second panel:

- there’s a little card that says something about a deceased patient, dying on a railroad I think?

- among the playing cards beside the door, the “6” (or rather the 9) of clubs is upside down.

- one panel has the border around clownwish counting to 7. So perhaps something big, maybe related to the teeth dreams, happens to clown in 7 moons… perhaps he loses half his face?

I don’t know if any of these things actually have meanings, or if they do what they mean, but it’s very interesting!! (P.s: this was originally a comment under the moon but I want more people to see :3)

ALSO!!! In the moon where Tiger announces her pregnancy, the art at the end, the scissors are set up so that the further she and trapeze go, the more the scissors close in on clown’s throat…

nobody’s solved any of the Tiger birth moon puzzles yet so I’ll share this as a hint! There are 6 puzzles. Each puzzle is wholly contained to a single page. They are logic puzzles, not lore puzzles.

Also, you are very observant 👀

#circusclan #circus ask

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mochamadeleines · 8 months ago

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Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that.

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!”

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend?

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss.

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out. He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-”

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid.

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady.

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.”

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy.

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church.

Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him.

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying.

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him.

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?”

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it.

Clink!

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?”

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial.

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.”

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.”

Javi thinks for a moment, curious.

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.”

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.”

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there.

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again.

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,”

“Hiii.”

“Can I take you home?”

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is.

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door.

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?”

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least.

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.”

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter.

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command.

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit.

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand.

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there.

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot.

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette.

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly.

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy.

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you.

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you.

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool.

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege.

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

#javier peña #narcos #pedro pascal #mocha writes #javier pena x reader #narcos fanfiction #smut #javier x reader #javier pena x you #oneshot #tired of over analyzing this so im just posting SIGHHSHSSS

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29 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🚗

My rule of "no fanart" applies to fanfics as well. I have now updated my pinned posts FAQ to address this 😌

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XDD I'm glad! :}}}

Oof- sorry! No alcohol for us thanks! 😅 But hey- thanks for the offer! :)

@dunkudunk

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MCUH!!! 😭😭💞💞💞

@elegysonnet

My favorite ancient Cookie is prooobably Pure Vanilla.. and my favorite beast is probably Mystic flour 👀👀

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NIRAMIIIIII I will absorb this advice thank you 🫡🫡🫡

Something tells me he shouldn't be trusted with a tool that powerful/valuable <XDD

I'm considering the paid drawing requests more and more.. thank you for this ask. I'll keep it all in mind! :}}}

..Thank yuuu.... 🥺💖e

@thesweetishfish

XD That's actually very sweet and reassuring, thank you!🥰

Keeping this all in mind, thank you very much! :}}

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NOOOOO DON'T TAKE MY TABLET I NEED HER 😭😭😭

@digi-vie

Aww XDDD love the chaotic bag gremlin. And the second one is so beautiful!🥰Thank you! :))

@starrygirldrawsx3

I've been thinking about watching TFP connected shows on and off.. maybe I'll give them a go after I finish Prime..? But aaaa idk.. not having Bulk, Miko and Ratchet around would be such a bummer 😭💔💔

Honestly a paid requests thing sounds great. I've had many times where I've dealt with artblock and turned to peoples suggestions for help. If I could work out a system for that.. I think I'd be much more comfortable giving commissions a go. <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Bibi and Cici birthday post) (Webtoon OC post)

Howdy, thank you so much. <:) I'm hoping my Ko-fi does start to rake in some money overtime. I really don't want to have to do commissions.💔

As for their birthdays... uhhhh I'm having a hard time remembering the dates. I have it written done somewhere I'm sure.. I know that Gerald's is somewhere in April, and Jangles is in August. I'll have to go find those dates again-

Also thank you! :DD I'm so glad you like my OCs! :))) So far what I had in mind for those two was.. well, you might need some context first actually-

The general idea for that webcomic was that it all takes place inside the broken mind of a comatose girl. (This cliché plot is what made me drop it rather quick) But anyways- so all the characters in this world are based on things in her real life.

The clown character is meant to be apart of a species of clowns. They're shapeshifters of sorts. And the shadowy figure is his true form/a beast that he can transform into if needed. This clown character is supposed to be her minds version of her dad. Someone one who always made her laugh and was very friendly. But was also very capable of protecting her.

Now the owl... I was thinking that one night before she fell into her coma.. she saw a barn owl outside her bedroom window. But due to the surrounding darkness, she could only see its head. She ended up feeling like/imagining that all the darkness out there around it was its body.

So now in her dream scape, this black shapeshifting beast stalks the group from afar. Contorting its body into various shadowy bugs and furry creatures. But always keeping its owl face...

He only knows as much as I do, So unfortunately I'd say no 😅 I'm unfamiliar with Skeletor. But Papyrus on the other hand...👀

Woof 💀 this is why I'm just sticking with Transformers: Prime 😅There's too much to keep track of!

A much as it brings me down, yes. I'd like to be notified in hopes I can have it taken down. 😔 Also thank you! :)

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I see no issue with this XD

Are they bringing ibuprofen? :(

@milk-powrit

Some characters will stay evil and will have no redemption. For example Silas, Airachnid and Megatron will see no redemption. And I cant see any world where TFP Soundwave would work with the Autobots.. same thing with Starscream and his brothers.

As for most of those dramatic battles and moments, most of it will be remedied by "they actually survived the fight and got a second chance."😅

@tango-o-mango

My favorite bot character is Ratchet :)) but Bulkhead is a very close second. I just cant help but love the grumpy old bot. He pretends to not like the kids and be annoyed by the others antics. But the truth is his spark is full of nothing but love and dedication to his team. And he would give up everything he is/has to protect any of them. 🧡

My favorite human characterrr..... well, usually its Miko, but only when she's being really sweet/cute with Bulkhead. "I'll never forget you.." "I wanna be just like you Bulk!" "I cant Bulk, I gotta get you outa here!" "We cant leave Bulkhead! "(Run Miko!) Miko's brow frows and she tears up"

But aside from those moments she can get on my nerves sometimes <XD So for that reason I think Jack is my favorite human character. He never gets on my nerves and I like how much he's matured over the series.

Now favorite duo... ooo that's a good question. It'll have to beeee... uhhh.. man. Its a tough pick. I like Ratchet and Optimus, Bulkhead and Wheeljack are always fun.. but man, Bulkhead and Miko just hits different.

Arcee: "A scout must be silent but deadly" (Miko and Bulk both snicker and laugh). "That's my girl!" "I'm never leaving your side again.." The two of them together just makes my heart swell 😭💞💞

Also thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day as well! :))

@friedfishilove

AAA THANK YU SO MUCH!! :DDD

Also unfortunately, no.😔 There's been no such healing. 1 year later and I'm still battling this condition with no cure in sight. I'm at my wits end if I'm being honest.

@imafrealinrainbow478484

My only thought is "Why do those humans look nothing like Mario?? 💀"

I've heard of Earthspark, and while I've heard some good things about it.. I've also seen some not so good things. I think I'll just stick with Transformers Prime <:D

Yeah I was surprised that "Orion" wasn't more shocked and devastated at being told that his dear friend Ratchet and him were at war. And for this long..

I wish we had a moment where Ratchet got to explain everything to him. Or better yet- can you imagine if Orion was told all this horrible stuff about Ratchet, and then somehow he has a brief encounter with Ratchet? Maybe he was on the battle field and saw Ratchet in the distance, gingerly helping Bee to his feet.

Then they lock optics, and Ratchet looks devastated. His optics are full of worry and sorrow. The way he protectively shields Bee from gunfire.. he just cant see the blood thirst war criminal that Megatron described.

Maybe after that he would start to really become suspicious of Megatron and start to figure things out..

@jade-green-butterfly

Thank you <:) I wish the same for you! :))

@wolfie-777

Judging by your name, I'd say make it a wolf XDDD

#my response #transformers prime #factual fam

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