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#ana's FACE lmao
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I’ve been playing The Genesis Project with friends and ProblemsleuthSprite is everything to me. Trying to figure out alchemy and getting as many enchantments to weapons and clothes has been really fun and you should all play it.
Art by @theartisticapparition​
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buttercookie-art · 11 months
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this one went through a lot (the drawing, but could be applied to the driver too)
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niuxita21 · 1 year
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One day I’m gonna write a book. Can you imagine? A novel about everything that you and I have gone through? [Mariana laughs] It would be called “Ana and Mariana.” We’re going to be free soon, and we’ll be able to reinvent ourselves. So I’m sure you’re gonna write that book, and it’s gonna be awesome. We’ll see what happens. We have to let things flow, right? I think your novel is gonna be one of those that are pretty dark. Maybe one of those that are so romantic that you can’t put them down?
#madre solo hay dos#ana servín#mariana herrera#shitty screencap posts (TM)#I.... I don't even know what to say man#this is... A LOT truly can't wrap my head around it yet idk if I ever will#but I'm gonna try to be coherent because I don't want this post to have very few tags lol#um... so let's start with the adorable drunk faces#I love how somehow ana's is just *hearteyes intensify* and mariana is just *adorable sleepy drunk* hee#once again highlighting the different places they are at feelings-wise#I mean you don't just DECIDE to kiss your bff out of the blue one night just bc you're drunk like that shit has to have been festering#(exhibit A: Tender Brushing of Hair Behind the Ear: Fake Dating Edition)#I also love ana's rudimentary flirting omg girlfriend has it BAD and she doesn't even realize it#'I'm gonna write a novel about our story and it's gonna be suuuuper romantic' WHO SAYS THAT LMAOOOOO ily ana#also I adore how even at the beginning of the scene when ana's drunk brain hasn't crossed over into thinking about romance yet#and she's talking about the novel and looking at mariana her eyes keep darting to her lips#as effortlessly as when she was high on choco-shrooms right before she told mariana she loved her and kissed her for the first time#(GAWD that seems like forever ago and yet look... the consistency is ASTOUNDING)#most importantly though... I was truly surprised about how enthusiastic mariana was about the whole thing#she was like 'ferrán? who dat?' lmao thanks for that show#I'm fascinated by what this says about her like it's canon that she's in love with ferrán and she will say as much I think in the next ep?#but given the opportunity (and setting aside for a moment the fact that she was utterly hammered)#she was 100% down for banging ana enthusiastically and without being at all conflicted#I hope it speaks to the fact that the feelings she once had for ana are maybe not completely gone?#I can already see the next few episodes are gonna be rough so maybe that's why they gave us this episode lol#I only just finished watching and I've already lost count of how many times I've rewatched those last few minutes god truly god-tier tv#unrelated but please wallpaper my tombstone with the last two caps lord they are just so pretty
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illthi · 2 years
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i swear to god every person around me is constantly eating and it's so fckin disgusting
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not to indulge celebrity gossip but s*l*na g*mez seems like a terrible person wow
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Hi would you please do a Hobie x plus size reader and he’s begging her to sit on his face but she’s afraid she’s too big but he’s like “what a way to die” lmao
(something he would do)
Sit On His Face
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When he says sit on his face, this man says it with his chest
He is willing to embark and conjure than fucking journey with pride and courage
He has told you time and time again that you're not to heavy for him
He loves your size, he loves the squish and he loves it all
This man is also brave when he asks you to sit on his face
He says it very bluntly and randomly and has no cares in the world
He just wants you to sit on his face
He does not stand for you to slander and talk down on yourself
He just keeps repeating "so? So? Sit on it, who cares?"
Over and over ana again and again
He will willingly die between your thighs and your legs
It's his best way to die and it's on the top of his list
He doesn't care if he suffocates, he doesn't care if he dies
All that matters is that you sat on his face
And man, he enjoys it
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@mushystrawberries @sweetheartlizzie07 @itstooearly-its3am @Ihavetoexist @kaorussgf @samsketchezz @yas-v @lovelymiaablogss @sussybaka10 @shisuishoe @sairavity @moonlight-rosevine @spectr3inl0ve @najiiix @popeheywardssecretgf @onginlove @sylisan @onginlove @harleycao @kaitoliu
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tendebill · 9 months
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drew the ow strike team as paladins of voltron, because i am normal about them :]
(2 other versions and a fucking essay below the cut!)
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ok so im gonna give my reasoning for each of them
Reinhardt - the easierst to pick, the Yellow Lion is the most tank-like (besides the Black Lion, but thats cuz Black is the head + torso), also i think the legs of voltron are supposed to be the "pillars" that allow the team to work well, without them the whole thing crumbles (literally). from what i recall from the actual show, the Yellow Paladin is protective and loyal. Rein was the easiest to match up tbh (plus even the color fits lol)
Torbjörn - not my favourite choice, but tbh i dont think any other lion fits him? besides maybe Yellow, but Rein was too perfect so i couldnt give Torb that one. anyway, the Green Lion is the left hand. i consider the legs to be the "pillars" holding up the team, whereas the arms are the actual damage-dealers/the ones that act on what the leader commands. and as Torb is a dps, that fits just fine. hes not quite a leader, so being the left hand instead of the right is good. plus the Green Lion is inquisitive and curious, and since Torb is a genius, that fits just fine too. i thought he would look weird with green, since i associate him with red-orange-yellow the most, but he looks kinda nice
Ana - i was originally gonna make her blue from the get-go, but i thought it'd be silly to make the remaining three switch lions a bunch, so i can get an excuse to draw Gabe and Jack in multiple suits lmao. but Ana starts out as red, the right hand of Voltron, described as the most temperamental and aggressive. it requires a paladin that can keep up with it and works on instinct most of the time. i feel like Ana would have to BECOME the motherly figure for her team, instead of being one from the start. with that i think she would have been a more "lone wolf" type at first, only later on becoming more mindful of her teammates and how much they need her, which would lead to her becoming the paladin of the Blue Lion - a pillar that keeps the team going along with Rein, a vital part, but no longer in a leadership position. i've seen the Blue Lion described as a "free spirit" too, which i think is also perfect for her :3
Jack - for him i had three options, all of which fit him well: blue, red and black. and instead of picking one, i decided he was going to have three different lions :))) for shits and giggles. so he starts out as blue, a free spirit, very versitile (from what i gathered, the Blue Lion doesn't have a specific "thing" it specilizes in, but instead does a little bit of everything, kinda like Jack). i imagine Jack was the middle-man, an integral part of team-building. he would have been the one to push everyone to work together and follow Gabe's lead, but he was content being on the sidelines most of the time. eventually he takes up more responsibility, sees that he's vital for the team and that he can do more working side by side with Gabe, and so he becomes the paladin of the Red Lion, Gabe's right hand man. then he of course slowly grows to be the actual leader, as Gabe's approach changes and he slowly abandons his original role, passing the command over to Jack. and so Jack's last lion is the Black Lion. also i feel like all three lions fit Jack's color scheme pretty well, so that's another win for me hah
Gabe - since he was the original Strike Commander, i thought it only natural that he would be the first to pilot the Black Lion. the pilot needs to be decisive, stay cool in the face of danger and be someone whose men will follow him into battle with no hesitation - all traits that i see Gabriel would have had to have during the first Omnic Crisis. like i mentioned before, Jack eventually becomes his second in command, and then slowly their roles start to shift. Gabe is no longer content in making decisions for the whole team, he probably also becomes more violent and reckless, relying on Jack to keep him in check. he loses his connection with the Black Lion and becomes the paladin of the Red Lion, Jack's right hand man. the traits of Red fit him well too - aggressive, relies on instinct, temperamental, plus i imagine Gabe is the type to want to get things done as quickly as possible, no matter the risk, to save more people faster. plus, again, the colors match up yaaaay!
fun fact: i never finished watching voltron ^^
also i am truthing anahardt and reaper76 as we speak
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fa1rysugar · 3 months
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Pretty boy Pt. 2
It's a continuation of my first fanfic (drabble? Idk) because I can. Might make a woman version but idk.
Lucifer x Male Amab reader, Raphael x Male Amab reader, and Beel x Male Amab reader.
Trigger Warnings: Degradation, praise, bad writing, hand job, anal sex, unhuman cocks (lmao autocorrect turned cocks into clocks), religion mentioned, choking, might be ooc, and blowjob.
I couldn't find any good gifs or art for Raphael 😟😟😟
Cum pussyboss
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His hand was teasing your tip. One hand gripping at your throat. Your breath ragged. Your hair messy. Cum on you lips. His other hand moving from your through to your face cupping it and kissing you. His hand starting to stroke you properly.
"Beg pretty boy beg." He said kissing you again.
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You clinged at the upper part of his jacket. He wasn't going to penitrate you. He couldn't it would be against God. He'd touch you though, that means he's not participating in a sin right? Hopefully. His hand working wonders on your leaking cock. It was shocking how good he is at this for someone who is suppose to be pure.
"Pretty boy. My pretty boy." He whispered against your ear his hair running threw you hair as he was so close to bring you to the edge. His cock leaking under his pants (skirt girl idk).
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He was so big. His cock twitching as your walls clenched around him. He was going as slow as he could. He wanted to break you into a dumb whore, but he couldn't. He knew your mere human body might break if he does. His hips moving at a hard and fast pace.
"Fuck pretty boy gonna fill you up, alright?"
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Spelling errors might occur. English is not my first language and it's confusing as fuck. Don't correct nor tell me I don't care.
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c-nstellati-ns · 2 years
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I KNOW YOU WANT ME BABY... — short
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> author's note — i am clinically insane > word count — 707 > featuring — narciso anasui > cw — NSFW CONTENT, ftm!anasui, cunnilingus, squirting, panty ripping, usage of the word c*nt and pussy, risky sex in a prison cell and shitty google translated italian lmao
all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.
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MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
"J-just like that— fff-fuck, yeah…"
Anasui just couldn't shut up, couldn't he? You stared up at him and furrowed your brows, but he was too busy hiding his eyes behind his arms, his thighs shaking as he squeezed them around your head. You let out a low huff and latched right back onto his soaked panties, making him gasp and let out a delicious whimper. This wasn't a completely ideal situation— especially considering there were guards doing rounds tonight and any of them could be able to hear Anasui's sweet little moans each time you pressed your lips against his core, lightly grinding your teeth against his clit. You suppose it was your own fault for getting too touchy, despite knowing how sensitive your baby could be.
You pulled away briefly to lean up and lock lips with the pink haired man, an attempt to shut him up while simultaneously rubbing his pussy through those now ruined panties of his. Anasui was already so shaken up and teary, it was hard to keep calm and not completely ravage him then and there. He was so needy and already looked like he was about to completely lose it. You loved watching him grind himself against your fingers— so why not go a little further?
You hooked a finger through those panties and Anasui pulled away from the kiss to watch as you tore through the lace fabric completely, leaving him completely exposed. He was already ready and dripping for you, slick running down his thighs as he looked back up at you and whispered, "H-horny bastard, you ruined my underwear… I think you should fuck me to make up for it." Even through all this, he couldn't help but be a teasing bitch.
This made you roll your eyes, "Not a chance, beautiful. Not now at least." To this, he whines deeply but obediently lays back as you kiss down his stomach, eventually back face to face with his cunt. He was unbearably wet but you simply licked him up again, Anasui letting out a particularly loud gasp, his leg kicking a bit and forcing you to pinch his thigh to make sure he quiets down. He covers his mouth with his hand and whimpers, his free hand running through your thick locks, gently tugging and pulling when you licked up a particularly good spot.
He was already so close, and you could tell. You needed to hurry this up, or else you might both get caught. You pressed a soft kiss against his clit before finally properly going down onto him, devouring that cunt as if it were your last meal on death row.
"O-ohh, oh god- fottere, please- d-di più, amore mio..." Anasui whimpered out, his thighs closing around your face again, to which you hummed and kept going. "S-Sono così vicino, per favore-" His voice was getting so high-pitched, it was cute. His body was twitching so much, his hand only tightening on the hair he has a grip on as he gets closer to the edge, till he—
"O-OH MERDA!!"
There it goes. You let out a satisfied hum as he squirted all over your tongue and lips, Anasui's head being thrown back onto the pillows as he clenched the sheets tightly, his back arched off of the bed still. The entire lower half of your face was drenched with his slick and cum, to which you licked your lips. Ana tasted as delicious as usual. A gorgeous sight to behold truly, giving his pussy one last kiss before leaning back over him to kiss him, a raspy moan could be heard from the man. His hair was a mess, his eyes blurry with tears and he couldn't quite catch his breath.
It took him a few minutes to calm down from his high, to which you used this time to help him clean himself up. Anasui turned to you and muttered, "The guards 100% heard us… so why don't we show them how good you are at taking care of me?" There was a sly grin on his face, a clearly lustful look in his eyes and he was groping the bulge in your pants.
Who were you to deny your pretty boy?
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lets-just-daydream · 11 months
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Hi there! I just found your blog and it's so good! This is my first time doing anything like this, but I was wondering if you could do some cute father figure/mother figure fluff with all of Overwatch?
CUTE
I just did a couple small drabbles because I need some of this fluff rn :3c (i suck at fluff though lol SORRY)
Drabbles under the cut!
ANA
Being in Overwatch was totally fantastic for the most part. You had fulfillment and meaning in your job, you had meals and lodging, and you had an amazing family in your fellow agents. Almost everyone felt like a sibling, father or mother to you.
Number one in the parent department was Ana. She was literally a mother and she always made time for you, especially on days like this when you were feeling down and missing your family. 
You sat alone on a bench, staring out over the grounds of Overwatch headquarters. The clink of cups on the table next to you pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up to see Ana taking the seat beside you. 
"Missing home?" She asked. 
You nodded. 
"I know that look all too well, my dear."
You didn't quite know what to say so you grabbed one of the cups of tea she brought and took a sip.
"Your family would be so proud of you, coming here and making a difference. I know it's hard, but know that we've all got your back," Ana said, offering you a warm smile. 
Between her comforting words, warm smile and hot tea, everything felt a little brighter. 
You laughed. "You somehow know where to find me every time I'm in a crisis. How do you do it?" 
Ana chuckled and grabbed her tea, bringing it to her lips. "Call it a mother's intuition." 
HANZO (bear with me on this one lmao) 
When you first met Hanzo, your number one thought was, 'oh my god he's hot.' 
But now you know him a little better and while he's attractive, he's wise beyond his years and you value his worldly views and words of wisdom. 
You saw Hanzo as a mentor and in his less-than-helpful moments, a drunk uncle to turn to when you needed some advice. Whether the advice is good or bad is neither here nor there. But he always had your back.You appreciated it. 
"How are you?" Hanzo asked as he joined you in the gym. 
You were sweating, focused and hands in boxing gloves as you really showed the punching bag who was boss. 
"I'm good," you huffed, landing another punch. "Just about done." 
"Already?" He asked. "Weak."
You looked at him, shocked. "Wha- I've been at this for half an hour, non-stop!" 
Hanzo shrugged. "You can do better." 
"Hmph." 
You tightened your gloves and faced the punching bag once again. Hanzo approached the opposite side of the bag and held onto it. You swung a punch at the bag and he scoffed.
"You call that a punch?" 
You shot him a glare and swung another, harder punch. He let out a grunt of approval and you knew his game then. 
After another 20 minutes of his encouragement at your punching, you finally tapped out and dropped to the floor, ripping the gloves off and relaxing on the cool ground. 
"That was excellent, I'm proud at how you can push through the pain," Hanzo smiled, handing you a bottle of water. 
REINHARDT
If Ana's your work mum, Reinhardt's your work dad. Your loud, excitable, enormous dad. And not just your dad, everyone's dad. He wandered through the building yelling encouragement, constructive criticisms, jokes and nonsense to everyone who would listen. Even to those who weren't listening. He was hard to block out. 
One evening as you and your team were all day around for dinner, Reinhardt began to tell a story of his old days as a Crusader. It reminded you of hearing stories of your own parents' childhoods and you settled into your seat to listen with a smile on your face as Tracer rested her head on your shoulder. 
As Reinhardt's sorry went on and he became more animated, more people filtered into the dining area and listened in, leaning on the tables, counters, sitting on the floor and even in each other's laps. 
"He's such a great story teller,' Tracer whispered as she looked around the now full room. 
You followed her gaze and you hadn't noticed how many people had joined to listen to Reinhardt's story. You even almost felt like you could fall asleep at how comfortable you were, surrounded by your Overwatch family, listening to a bedtime story from dad Reinhardt.
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froggibus · 1 year
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Daddy Issues - Soldier 76
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Pairing: Soldier 76 x reader
Genre: fluff but its a lil suggestive
Word Count: too many for this prompt 1.5k
Summary: in which your little crush on the Commander doesn't go unnoticed, and he wants to see just how far he can push you
CW: young! Soldier, Overwatch days, reader is shy + gets flustered easily, fainting, teasing, Soldier is a bastard
reader is described GN but is described to be blushing/having red cheeks a lot! i know this description may not fit everyone so i am putting this here to not waste time/ruin the immersion!
ok anyway im too lazy to write today so you guys can have my drafts lmao anyway enjoy <3 i am very down bad for this man anyway
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John Francis “Jack” Morrison: super soldier, Overwatch commander, the best of the best, and unfortunately for you, a total DILF. 
The man was gorgeous. Despite working closely with him and Overwatch for years, you still couldn’t even look at him without getting flustered. Stuttered words and red cheeks had become a staple of your conversations with Jack, and all you could do was pray he didn’t notice. 
Unbeknownst to you, it was common knowledge among the other agents of your little crush on the Commander. Jack himself had always found it somewhat cute regardless of the teasing he received from Ana and Reyes, and found himself wondering how much it would take to push you past the breaking point. 
“L/n,” Jack’s voice boomed, “can I talk to you for a second?”
You squeaked, the tips of your ears burning, and approached him. You were painfully aware of the looks the two of you were receiving along the way. 
“W-what’s up?” 
“I was just wondering if you’d be open to taking on a mission next weekend.”
“Oh,” you looked everywhere but his eyes, trying to hide the desperate flush on your face. “I-I can for sure. Who’s all going?”
“It would just be you and I.”
If your face was burning before, it was an inferno now. A mission, all alone with Commander Morrison? 
“I-I…”
“Come on, y/n,” he rested a hand on your shoulder. 
His touch on your shoulder and the way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach. You stuttered out a bunch of words that essentially meant ‘yes’, and that was good enough for the Commander. You walked away quickly, covering the lower half of your face with your hand. 
Ana Amari laughed, “come on, Jack. Give y/n a break.”
“Mind your business,” the Commander said, but even he knew he was pushing you a little hard. 
It was the dead of night, and you were yet to sleep. It had been too hot and then too cold, and then your mind could not stop racing. Thoughts of Jack and the mission filled your head. 
As soon as the clock ticked to 2:22am, you found yourself rolling out of bed and slipping your feet into your slippers. You tiptoed your way down the hall, being careful not to wake any of the other agents. You knew how skittish they could be, especially in the dead of night.  
You made it to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, sitting at the counter and waiting for it to boil. Soft footsteps behind you made you whip your head around, your eyes settling on Jack. 
You immediately flushed at what he was wearing. A pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt and bunny slippers. You couldn’t help but look at his bare chest. He was all shredded muscles and perfectly carved abs. Duh, he’s a super soldier, you thought. 
“What are you still doing awake?” He asked, your eyes flicking up to meet his.
“I-I could ask you the same thing.”
He shot a glance at the steaming kettle, “couldn’t sleep, I guess.” 
“Same here,” you nodded, your gaze once again slipping to his bare stomach. 
He smirked, knowing full well where your gaze was. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, “like what you see?”
You instantly hid your face in your hands, trying to avoid looking at him. Jack cursed himself—he was normally so composed, so in control of himself. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. 
“Jack!” You squealed, voice going up an octave. 
He laughed slightly, “hey, I’m just teasing.”
He wanted to say that he also liked what he saw, but he thought that was a little too far given your current state. Still, he thought you looked gorgeous. In your pyjamas, hair a complete mess, looking all sleepy and cute. 
“S-still,” you mumbled, finally peeling your hands away from your face. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set a teabag in it, “I’m too tired for this.”
Jack backed off for now, deciding to give you a reprieve you from his teasing. The image of you all flustered and trying to hide your face was burned into his mind, and it would suffice for tonight. 
Combat training was your favorite part of the week, making every Monday somewhat bearable. Usually, you would pair off with Ana or Angela, given they were around the same skill level as you. 
Today, though, Morrison had claimed you before you could even say anything. As soon as he announced the two of you would be partners, your face was pink tinted and all thoughts left your brain. 
“So, what do you want to work on first?” Jack stretched his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of track pants and a tight blue Overwatch shirt that clung to his abs. 
Memories of the other night in the kitchen filled your brain, setting a fire inside you. “I could use s-self defense practice,” you admitted. 
“Okay, I have a few ideas then.”
Before you knew it, he was positioned behind you, grabbing your hips tightly. He tugged you towards him slightly, your hips slamming against his. You let out a soft whine, instantly pressing a hand over your mouth. 
Jack mumbled in your ear, “too much for you?”
You shook your head quickly, grateful that he couldn’t see how hot and sweaty your face was. “I-I can keep g-going,” your voice was an octave higher. 
You tried to focus on anything but the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard chest on your back, his warm hands on your hips. 
“Okay,” he said and moved an arm up to around your shoulders, and stretched the other around your waist. “So if I were to do this, what would you do?”
He gripped you tight enough to pick you up off of the ground. His touch was so intense it was hard to concentrate, taking you a minute before you could remember the steps. 
You twisted in his grip, ducking under the arm on your shoulder and using it as leverage to turn him around. You held it tightly behind his back. 
“Good, really good,” his praise made you flush, “but you have to be faster than that in the field.”
In an instant, he broke free of your grip and threw you over his shoulder. He tossed you into the ground, cradling the back of your head and the small of your back as he did to break your fall. You landed with a soft groan, Jack on top of you. 
His face was only a few inches from yours, a smirk plastered on his face. Your heart raced in your chest, hammering against your rib cage. The blood rushed to your face. There was no way he didn’t notice how flustered you were. 
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he noted. 
Blood roared in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to move your hands to cover your face, but he was holding them down.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “Why are you trying to hide from me?”
You shook your head, eyes still closed. “I-I’m not.”
“Then why can’t you look at me?” 
“Cause you’re so close to me!” 
He laughed, letting go of your hands, “I thought you’d like this position.”
That was your breaking point. Your heart raced faster, so fast it was almost painful, and your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t breathe. Your skin was unbearably hot, as if it would melt off your bones any second.
“Y/n?” Jack backed off, “are you okay?”
He blinked at you, waiting for you to respond. When you didn’t, he completely got off of you. You managed to take in one, gasping breath before everything went dark. 
You woke up in the infirmary, a blanket wrapped around you. Your head spun, and when you opened your eyes, there were four Jack’s sitting on the end of your bed. You blinked a few times, and all but one of them disappeared. 
Jack was staring at you with a mix of caution and excitement. “How are you feeling?”
“G-good, I think.”
“Good,” he sighs in relief. “Ana would have killed me if you weren’t.”
“What even happened?”
“You fainted,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone get so flustered from sparring before.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re a jerk. I know what you’ve been doing—and it’s mean!”
“It’s not my fault you look so cute when you’re embarrassed!”
Your face flushed again, and Jack looked at you cautiously. “You’re not going to faint again, are you?” He asked. 
“I-I don’t think so, why?”
“Because I can’t kiss you if you pass out.”
Your face burned, but your heart still beat normally. “Y-you really want to kiss me?”
He answered by cupping your cheek and closing the distance between the two of you. His lips smashed against yours, sending electric shocks down your spine. You moved against him and tangled a hand in his hair. 
“You’re sure you’re not going to pass out?”
You tugged on his shirt, “shut up,” and kissed him again. 
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aurumacadicus · 6 months
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Halloween Trope: Sexy [insert costume]
Pairing: Howard & Maria 🥹
You're single-handedly trying to keep this pairing alive on my blog lmao
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Howard glanced into the bedroom as he passed by, then slowed to a stop, blinking slowly as he tried to grapple with what he'd just seen. Finally, he backed up a few steps, peering through the door again. And yes, there Maria was, clipping her garters to leggings that looked like spiderwebs. Howard took a moment to really appreciate the way the fabric clung to her like a second skin, the top hem decorated with beaded lace.
Then a pillow smacked into his face, and he went ass over teakettle with a squawk. "What the hell was that for?!" he exclaimed, pulling the pillow from his face.
"If you're going to leer at me, step inside and close the door," Maria retorted, picking up a lacy black dress that looked more at home in a sorority house than Stark Mansion. "I can't take Ana making fun of me again, and Jarvis tells her everything."
"Ana would be delighted," Howard grumbled, but he also stood up and entered the room obediently. He closed the door, then locked it for good measure.
Maria swiveled on her heel to look at him. "Tony will be home for the long weekend in an hour. That's not enough time."
"I'm glad you have high expectations of me," Howard began.
Maria scowled. "To get presentable again after. I can still hear the way Tony screeched about eye bleach the last time he walked in on us."
"He has a hand, he can learn to knock," Howard huffed, then squinted as Maria grabbed a witch's hat off the bed and delicately pinned it into her hair so it sat at a jaunty angle. "What's this. What's going on."
"I'm a sexy witch! It's my Halloween costume," Maria answered cheerily, doing a spin to show off for him. The skirt flew up.
Howard was distracted until another pillow popped off the side of his head. "Ow."
"Focus," Maria told him sternly.
"Maria, it's September," Howard began, rubbing where the pillow had pelted him.
"I told Tony that if he insisted on wearing a sexy costume, I would also wear one, and I want him to know I'm serious." She turned, moving to approach her full-length mirror. The skirt bounced against the back of her thighs, swishing against the bare skin between her stockings and garter belt.
Howard didn't realize he was moving until Maria barked out a startled 'Howard!' and decided it wasn't a pitch that meant she was going to deck him, hands reaching out to grab her thighs. "Twenty minutes."
"Howard," Maria tried again, then squealed as he pulled upward, feet scrabbling uselessly for purchase as Howard turned to carry her to the bed.
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reveseke · 1 year
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Thinking about... if spider!reader was Hotch's son & got caught
PT. Thinking about... if spider!reader was Hotch's son & got caught. PT end
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Gif ID. A gif of Aaron Hotchner in his office illuminated by the table lamp showing a brief smile to the camera before covering the side of his face with his and as he leans into it. Gif ID end.
Credits – 👑 | underneath 👾 - 🎡 - 🕸️ |
Some odd hadcanons + small blurb
Feature .. Aaron 'Hotch' Hotchner | Spider! Son! Reader ( he/him)
Summ .. Son! Spider! Reader getting caught by his dad climbing through the window in suit. Reader thought he wasn't even home!
Hinted towards – R has a dog, mentioned once | is stressed or ready to have a breakdown lol
CW – small mention of injuries | mention of breaking down
DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs
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Thinking about Son!Spider!reader climbing through his room's window at around three in the morning thinking his dad was either not home or sleeping by now.
Thinking about the fact that Aaron could have heard the reader coming in to his own room. Just hearing the window creak and open as Reader climbs in and the happy click clacks of the dog's nails against the floor bc the door was not completely closed.
Getting caught off guard by the door swinging open as Aaron stands on the doorway looking at his son with wide eyes. The poor boy having jumped up and trying to appear small.
Thinking about the shock and heavy silence between the two, the truth being progressed in silence. How the Reader would take his mask off with his gloves and let the goggles he had on his head to be around his neck, eyes basically trained on his dad as he processed what was going on.
Scared was one way to say how R felt, maybe nervous and on edge of a breakdown as the silence progressed.
" are you alright ? "
Breaking the silence with the first words between the two Aaron sounded genuinely worried. He knew what the web slinger that had been caught in videos and pictures at least thousands of times and the thing head done. Some that could have been lethal and ended with Reader dead.
Being mad at one who kept something so important, yet something so dangerous as a secret was not a way to go.
The silence continued for another few seconds, R taking a gulp of air as everything around him felt like it was about to collapse, stretching his neck in the silence to look at the roof of his room for a second. Adrenaline surging through his nerves, ears ringing and eyes watering his face contorted in confusion before meeting his father's eye. He merely nodded, brows knitted together with a frown on his face. Barely breathing, shallows as if he could just breakdown any minute with tears.
I genuinely think that being stressed out to hide the fact that your playing a real life superhero and hiding it from your dad who is a FBI agent and known to be strict and a little callous maybe? I really think that would put pressure on the reader to say that if he found out he could have a bigger problem than the bad guys around. Or at least think he would be.
Thinking how Aaron would come forward and hug Reader after seeing how he reacted to him coming in. Stressed and basically alone to deal with such a thing not exactly true R has his friend group to talk to lmao. Just engulfing him and letting the boy sob against his chest while petting his head to soothe him. The tension a d stress just spilling over.
Making sure R feels comfortable to talk about it, because he knows the topic might be sensitive and stressful to the reader. And he might not want to address the issue, but Aaron isn't going to let it slide either. He's seen many things during his time working in BAU ofc and knows what kind of things can make a person slide off.
Making sure he's good mentally and physically; making sure he's got no fatal injuries is the first things. If he has Aaron's going to help him, he doesn't he's good lol.
If R isn't ready go address it on the spot, Aaron gives him time and they talk later about it. The first thing he wishes to know is if he's alright as mentioned earlier, how did it all come to be and why.
In the end he'd be reluctant leaving R be on the topic, wanting him to be safe but also not really telling anyone about it for the privacy sake and bc there's no guarantee what the government would do with the information, but atleast he gets to know what's going on in Virginia crime vice lol.
Also thinking about how the man has most likely some times seen his own son hopping buildings but never knew it was actually him lmao .
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Tú puedes intentar desafanarte Incluso convencerme de engañarte No importará mil veces el por qué Te voy a conquistar cada vez, cada vez
¿No ves que esto no tiene remedio? Cuando te toca, te toca aunque te quites Dime adiós las veces que lo necesites Para darte cuenta que soy yo
#madre solo hay dos#ana servín#mariana herrera#shitty screencap posts (TM)#LIKE I SAID#I CAN'T STOP WATCHING AND CAPPING DON'T SEND HELP#it reminded me of jane and lisbon's kiss on their wedding day on the mentalist where it just kept going and going and GOING#and my heart couldn't take it anymore#I think what won me over was the way ana looked like all her dreams were coming true all throughout that kiss#she literally did NOT stop smiling once and no offense but she (the character) isn't that good an actress lmao#NO ONE can look that smitten for that long while kissing someone they don't particularly want to be kissing so CHECK AND MATE#and just the way she is clearly taking the lead the whole time for obvious reasons is the hottest thing ever ughhhhh#I mean yes I am still... apprehensive... about how this will be handled next season#but tbh the whole thing was worth it just to see Man Bun's face of disappointment dskgjhkdh we just keep winning#SPEAKING of faces in the audience did y'all notice that the only ones who seemed genuinely happy for them were mariana's grandmother#and tere's business partner? I loved her reaction especially she really seemed to be thinking 'isn't love beautiful?' nawww#it's hard to pick a favourite part but I think that little forehead touching bit in the second to last cap is up there#coupled with the way mariana clearly still has her eyes closed nawwww what happened boo the fake kiss got a little too real for you?#and the way they look at each other in the last one like NEITHER OF THEM is that good an actress I am LOSING MY MIND#what does it mean what does it all meannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn#anyway like I said this was NOT the first kiss I was expecting between them#but after sleeping on it I am game for whatever is in store in season 3 (with a few caveats that I will outline in a forthcoming essay)#and also like I said A+ for kissing#that's already half the battle won in my experience so we are golden!!! lol
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sunshinediaz · 3 months
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snippet sunday 🫧
told @spagheddiediaz my priority is to finish hoa eddie (that FINALLY has a name oh my god?) and i meant it, lmao, so have a lil snip of my fav wife <3
Chris pauses the TV once he notices Eddie. “Why are you so dressed up?” he asks, giving Eddie a bewildered once-over with all the judgement of every teenager in the world. “Are we having dinner with Mrs. Gentry again?”  “No, baby,” he replies, doing up the wrist button on his shirt and edging his kid’s feet off the coffee table with the toe of his boot. For all the good things Buck’s taught Chris, there’s been a lot of bad habitats, as well. “I’m going to the bar.”  “With Buck?”  “Mhm.”  “But that’s your date shirt.”  Eddie makes a face. “I don’t have a date shirt,” he says, petulant and put-out, as he rummages through the basket for the lint roller he knows he hid there.  “You do so,” Christopher insists, crossing his arms over his chest. “You wore it with Ana and Marisol and Dean and Hector.” He coughs, masking a grimace. “He was weird, Dad. I was so glad when you stopped seeing him.”  Eddie shivers. Between Ana and Marisol, there were a couple people; Dean and Hector were the only ones he went out with for a second time. Dean was great—fun and sweet, the first person Eddie bottomed for and enjoyed it—but Hector was something else. Notin a good way, either.  “Me too,” Eddie agrees, tearing off the used tab of the roller and briskly brushing it down the front of his shirt. “Anyway, this isn’t a date.”  “Whatever you say.” Chris takes the roller out of Eddie’s proffered hand and swipes it down his back, gathering the lint and loose stitchings that have accumulated since the last time he wore the shirt. 
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lady-of-imladris · 4 months
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CHAPTER 9 - SOMEWHERE IN THE HAZE
Synopsis: Preparations for the imminent battle are made, but when they arrive at Dol Guldur, complications arise.
Word count: 2.1k
Pairings: Thranduil/OC
Warnings: Violence
Additional tags: it's getting angsty over here!
Link to the chapter overview
Lmao sorry I forgot to post this yesterday but what a lucky coincidence because I can now say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fenharel-enaste ! You live too far away for me to give you a physical gift so I dedicate this chapter to you my lovely friend <3
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It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers - The Great War (Taylor Swift)
The messengers from Imladris and Lothlorien returned fast and with news that was better than the King and Queen had dared to hope. Elrond, Celebrían, Celeborn and Galadriel were on their way. With their armies. Ana could have wept for joy that they would not need to face this threat alone. She had gone over their potential strategies again and again and again, consulting old maps of Amon Lanc, reports from scouting parties, reimmersing herself in battle strategies employed by their enemy. Thranduil was in awe. He had known for quite some time that his wife had been the mind behind some of their most successful assaults on Mordor during the Dagor Dagorlad, but seeing her in action was something entirely different.
The other four elven leaders arrived two days before the agreed-upon date of the attack for some last preparations. In Celebrían’s case, it entailed wrangling the twins, as well as Legolas, Elrond was examining the body of the elven soldier who had been turned into an orc and killed by Queen Anarríma. Celeborn, Galadriel, Ana and Thranduil busied themselves with the upcoming battle. The Lord of Lorien was beaming with pride. His daughter’s strategy was perfect. Their first evening together was celebrated with a family dinner full of laughter and joy. Legolas was beyond excited to have his cousins around and they spent the better part of the evening chasing each other around the halls.
The night before the battle looked different. Everyone was silent and withdrew to their private quarters immediately after dinner. Ana and Thranduil tucked Legolas into bed together that night, wanting to spend every last second with their son. “Nana, Ada?” the little elf asked hesitantly. “Yes, my little leaf?” The Queen sat down on the bed. “Why do you have to go?” Anarríma choked back her tears, and Thranduil sighed deeply. She felt his nails digging into her shoulders. He took over. “Ion-nin, that is a very complicated thing to explain, but we are doing this to protect our people. As King and Queen that is our duty. You will understand it one day.”
When Legolas had finally fallen asleep, Thranduil and Anarríma went to bed, lying next to each other, staring at the ceiling. Her hand found his. “Whatever happens tomorrow-” “Don’t.” Thranduil could not bear to hear it. They would outnumber the orcs. They would win. They had to. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” she tried again, “I love you.” “Please stop,” his voice was shaking. ‘Whatever happens tomorrow, I love you, my son.’ Those had been Oropher’s words the night before his death. The Elvenking was afraid. He could not bear to lose her. His Queen, his wife, the mother of his child.
Neither of them wanted to sleep, so they spent the night exchanging kisses and softly whispered words of love, chatting about entirely unimportant matters. It did not matter what they talked about, they just talked. Anarríma laid her head on her husband’s chest, letting Thranduil play with her hair and enjoying the vibrations of his chest caused by his voice as he told her of his childhood in Doriath, the first time he and Celeborn got drunk, of the day Celeborn first saw Galadriel and knew that he loved her, of Lúthien Tinúviel and her mortal lover, and many other things. In return, she told him about the few memories she had of Gondolin, of her happy childhood in Lorien, the time of the war against Sauron before they met and the battles they had never talked about before. The night passed too quickly.
They got up again before the sun had fully risen, eating a quick breakfast before getting ready for another war. Breakfast was quiet, no one knew what to say, so they just sat in uncomfortable silence. The Queen would have given anything to spend this morning with the soldiers instead. She found her mind going back to the mornings before important battles during the war against Sauron, sitting on the floor of a large tent together with her father and his soldiers, the tension so high it could have cut Mithril, until one of them, an elf who had fought in the War of Wrath made a joke. Anarríma could not recall the joke, but she would always remember the relief she felt when the tent filled with laughter. One look over at her father, who was sitting across from her told her that in his mind, he was there as well.
Fastening the straps of her bracers felt a bit like meeting an old friend and catching up, the Queen realized to her horror. She had not worn a full set of armour since the war. Thranduil was lounging comfortably on a chaise. She had promised to let him braid her hair for her and he was holding her to that promise. Ana smiled to herself as she sat down on the floor in front of him. Thranduil was horrible when it came to braiding hair. It always took him an insane amount of time and the braids often looked messy, even when he did it on her. With his own hair, the King was even more hopeless, hence he kept it loose. Anarríma winced slightly when his fingers tugged on a strand of hair a bit too harshly.
“Goheno nin,” Thranduil chuckled nervously, “and thank you. For putting up with me.” Ana reached up to put her hand on his thigh. “You are getting better at this. Give it another millennium or two.” The King grinned smugly. “Well, I think I did a pretty decent job this time.” Ana got up and walked to the mirror. Decent was an understatement. The two braids over her ears looked perfect and felt secure, as did the long fishtail braid he had created with the rest of her hair. “Thranduil!” Ana turned around and threw her arms around his neck. “How?” “I’ve been secretly practising on our son,” he admitted. Ana hid her laughter. “Thranduil, how could you? The poor child!” “Don’t worry,” he held up his hand in defence, “I bribed him with sweets and he was a very willing test subject.” Ana shook her head in disbelief. “We should finish getting dressed.”
“There’s one last thing missing,” Thranduil said, when Ana stood there, in her full armour, all her weapons secured. She looked at him expectantly as he set a box down on her vanity, taking off the lid to reveal the crown of dragon scales, gleaming in the candlelight like thousands of stars. “I killed a dragon for you, Ana. Let this serve as a reminder that whatever beast we encounter today, I will slay for you as well.” She bowed slightly, letting him put the crown on her head. Ana needn’t have bowed, Thranduil was much taller than her anyway, but at that moment, it felt right to bow to him. He might be her husband, but he was also her King.
Soldiers, servants and courtiers alike bowed and curtsied deeply as their King and Queen walked by, armed and ready for battle. Many had risen early to say their goodbyes, Celebrían among them. “I never understood how you can be comfortable in such a thing.” The Lady of Imladris gestured all over her sister’s ornate armour. Anarríma rolled her eyes. “It’s not designed for comfort, Brí, it’s supposed to protect me.” “By Eru, I hope it does,” Celebrían murmured and hugged her sister tightly.
“Shall we?” Galadriel and Celeborn emerged, armed to their teeth. Try as she might, the Lady of Imladris could not tell who of the four bore the most weapons, each of them carrying multiple blades openly. “Elrond is waiting outside already. Come back to me. All of you,” Celebrían instructed, hugging each of them for a moment longer than expected. “After all,” she continued, “my daughter will need her grandparents and aunt and uncle.” Ana could not believe it. Her sister was pregnant. Again. After a moment of shock, they congratulated her and Galadriel scolded her for dropping such big news on them when they were already running late, but Celebrían merely laughed and sent them off.
The armies advanced through the forest quietly and efficiently. It was almost muscle memory for all of them. Every single soldier who joined them had also fought in the Dagor Dagorlad. None had been keen to fight in another battle, but in the end, all of them had volunteered to keep their kingdoms safe. The journey was smooth and they effortlessly took out any orc scouting troops they came close to. Ana had predicted their general locations almost flawlessly. The armies got into position, surrounding Dol Guldur, remaining hidden in the trees. The King and Queen were no fools. They were well aware that the orcs knew of their coming. The only thing left to do was lure them out.
They looked every bit the warriors they were as they walked over the bridge. Thranduil offered Anarríma his arm as if he were escorting her to a ball. She gracefully accepted. They were halfway across the bridge when the enemy appeared before them. Three orcs, each looking more cruel than the other. “Do you have a death wish, elves?” one of them snarled. “We come to negotiate the terms of surrender,” Thranduil offered politely. The sound of laughter carried far into the forest. “Giving up your forest so easily, elfling?” Thranduil felt Ana’s grip on his arm tighten. His wife was angry. “Get out of this forest or by Eru, I swear we will destroy you.” Thranduil had never heard his wife speak like this. If he were the orc, he would run.
The orc grinned maliciously. “Do you really think we are not prepared? Do you really think we don’t know that you brought the Witch of Loríen and the Half-Elf with you? Maybe you should be the ones to run.” Thranduil shrugged. “I guess that concludes negotiations.” He raised his arm, signalling to his army. The three orcs fell to the ground, dead. The archers of Lasgalen were renowned for their skill. Their army advanced and the orcs started appearing out of nowhere. The King and Queen shared one last look before letting go of each other and drawing their swords. And then there was chaos.
Thranduil and Ana stayed together as long as possible but ended up being driven apart. Thranduil remained where the fighting was thickest, while Ana took her forces to more remote locations, watchtowers, dungeons, hidden passageways to try and drive the enemy towards them. She caught a glimpse of Thranduil when she looked out of a window, dead orcs littering the ground surrounding him. Galadriel and Celeborn had joined him. Galadriel met her daughter’s eyes for just a moment before refocusing her attention on the fighting.
Anarríma continued her raid of the ruins, rounding corner after corner at breakneck speed. She had reached the most remote part of Dol Guldur. The Queen was on her own now, she had left her soldiers behind to deal with the orcs. Something spurred her on, telling her to climb the tower. Her feet were moving of their own volition, carrying her up and up and up the winding staircase. The thought of returning to her soldiers crossed her mind, but was swiftly replaced by the compulsion to climb the stairs. As she walked by another window, she thought that she should go back outside and fight side by side with Thranduil, but when she was about to turn around and walk back down, she could not. Dread filled her entire body as she realized that there was only one way she could go. Up. She took a deep breath and walked up the last flight of stairs, sword clutched tightly and ready to strike as she entered the room at the top of the tower.
“Queen of Lasgalen,” a whisper arose around her. “At last, you have come to me.” She whipped around, trying to locate the source, but she was alone. Trap, it was a trap. She never should have come here. Ana sprinted towards the exit but was blocked by a wall of black smoke. “No escape. Not for you.” The voice was taunting her. “Show yourself, coward,” she demanded, willing her voice to be steady. “As you wish.” The black smoke took shape. It stood before there, towering over her, sword drawn, but Anarríma could feel that it did not need a blade. Whatever the being before her was, it could kill her with half a thought. It was merely toying with its prey.
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