#gotta be exposed to things and gain experience

[asksythe]

FGO Fes 2024 "CHALDEA Treasure Hunting" Oberon Edition Experience Video (Earphones recommended / Low volume recommended) Original Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dElTAHf0m0

Disclaimer: the translation is rushed, so there's probably room for improvement. I'm just posting this here for personal keeping since similar videos have been taken down from Youtube in the past.

Note: The context for this part of the event storyline is that Ritsuka is sent on a treasure hunt for a lost Holy Grail (as it goes) by Goredorf. She gets to choose one among several servants (Aesclepius, Takasugi, Tiamat, etc...) to go with her. Only one though. This video is the Oberon choice. Yes, it is very otome game-esque. 😁

--TRANSLATION--

Come on an unforgettable adventure with me, the Fairy King Oberon!

“It’s a steam town!”

You…you’re a 20th-century kid, aren’t you?

You should be used to this kinda thing, shouldn’t you?

Ah, well, I get how it can be so exciting. It’s just as consumeristic as your era, but this atmosphere does have a certain romance to it.

It’s an era focused on industrial design that exposes its mechanical insides.

It really is the strength of humanity to imagine such a contradictory world.

Ritsuka Choice 1: “Thanks for taking me here.”

Ritsuka Choice 2: “You really are a dependable partner!”

What are you on about? Of course, I am! With such an invitation as yours, I, Oberon the Fairy King, will spread my wings and come flying your way!

Ah, my time really has flown though. Would you be able to bend the rules a bit? What shall we do on this chance adventure! Gotta look your best though, eh! 😉 Now then, according to this steam clock, there happens to a Blessed Holy Grail located underground! If we find it, we’re bound to get a bunch of QP, am I right? Let me repay my debt to you!

However, for this city looking so mechanical, there really are a lot of stairs…Not a single elevator to be seen! Well, let’s just get over with and go down. If only we could fly, but as you know my wings are a mere decoration. Perhaps I should ask DaVinci to make me some, then? Ah no, [rest of question to self not very audible]

Ritsuka Choice 1: “Oberon…! Wait!”

Ritsuka Choice 2: “I can’t see anything!”

Uh…did you say something? Sorry sorry, my attention must’ve drifted elsewhere.

Oh…our faces must be close, aren’t they?

Are you alright?

Man, you should look at your face! It’s a shame it’s so dark. If I had a camera, I would’ve taken a picture. Oh no, I meant nothing by that. Really though, it’s just I’ve never seen your face like that. It’s not your nerves in battle, nor the fear of death! Don’t look at me like a child there…ah, never mind. Putting it into words just takes the fun out of it.

More important than that, it’s that the two of us are alone down here. No fearsome enemies to be seen. Just us two enjoying a trip on this road together. The path seems to get narrower from here. Grab my hand and let’s head in! Don’t get too far from me, okay? Come on, give me your hand.

It’s really dark now. This must be the lowest level. Just one way to go now. I think it should be quite simple now!

Mm? Hmm? That’s what? From the back? Oh no, something unexpected happened again! Quick, Master!

This is a stubborn one! And it’s gaining on us to boot!

Ah the light’s starting to come through! Keep going!!!

There’s no way forward!

Get down, Master! Your hand!

Master and Oberon hold onto each other as they fell down.

To the bottom of the deep, deep darkness they went.

Sigh…the artist drowns in his art. Good grief. Who would’ve thought the road would be destroyed. Well, guess I’m just used to falling. It’s just a little [something] more than usual now.

O-----www.. Ah Master, are you alright?

After all that, there are an unbelievable amount of flowers here, aren’t there? More than enough for a lifetime! Flowers are always blooming somewhere you know? Water. Sun. Flowers. Bugs… Green. It’s all a cycle.

Yep, that was me who set the grail there. Let me know when you go an adventure, okay? Ah, the request itself was true! It’s just…you weren’t as calm as I thought you’d be so it didn’t go exactly as planned. Today is a very blessed day for you. That’s import-

Marine Nemo: Captain! I found Oberon! [We found him!]

Prof. Nemo: I believe Oberon is continuing to reject our transmissions~

Capt. Nemo: Ah, we finally connected! Oberon, is Master alright? When you went down, our signal got cut off.

Oberon: Oh my, I didn’t know about any of that! Master is alright and has even taken a Holy Grail! It’s no problem at all!

Eng. Nemo: ‘n that case, get yer ass back ‘ere already! After that, spill yer guts! Nurse Nemo: If either are injured, I can attend to you, so please feel free to ask.

Capt. Nemo: Everyone! Be quiet for a moment. Oberon, Master, above all else, I’m glad you’re safe. I really do want you to take your time to enjoy the town. If you would be so kind, could you take some photos for future reference? There must be so many vehicles in the Steam Town, certainly.

Oberon: Yep! We’re happy to bring souvenirs to you, Captain! After all, we gotta lift the engineer’s spirits too eh!

Eng. Nemo: I-It’s not like I’d want a motorbike or anything! Well…I have been thinkin’ ‘bout some extra parts for my Penguin Potter, so…

Oberon: Okay then! I’ll be right on the lookout for it! Well then, see you at Chaldea then.

Bakery Nemo: I’ll be baking a warm basket (of bread) for you then!

Oberon: Well right then. Let’s go back to the surface and let’s stroll around the town til the sun goes down! So messy and covered in grease and full of all kinds of shady shops it may be though. They’ll all become beautiful memories though. After all, as long as there are unknown worlds about, that means there are wonderful adventures to be had, right?

[feeders-guide-to-gainers]

Feeders guide!

The importance of keeping track:

It’s crucial to keep your gainer on track! A lot of chubs require a certain degree of supervision! If they want to get fat they gotta eat! If your gainer isn’t completely self sufficient in the art of gaining it might be time to start Calorie counting together! If your gainer is not yet considered “overweight” then it might be time to get a meal plan and calorie counter started! Logging calories helps you keep track of your goals! Most beginner gainers start with 2900-3500 calories a day with MINIMAL exercise!

Some important numbers to remember:

Essential Body Fat: 2-4%

Athletes Body Fat: 5-13%

Healthy Fit Body Fat: 14-17%

Overweight Body Fat: 18-23%

Obese Body Fat: 24%+

Calorie Intakes:

Double check your gainers intake and Weight prediction based on this calculator!!!

This will save you lots of guessing!!! For example my Daily Minimum for 2lbs a week! Doing nothing but the bare minimum of activity, basically a couch potato I need to consume a total of 3,200 calories a day!!!!

Good ways to motivate your Gainers:

Clothes are EXPENSIVE so make your gainers wear their clothes till they become unwearable! Now I’m not saying send your chubs out into the world with only shirts that expose their mid-drift without raising their hands! Certainly don’t do that. What I mean is let the buttons pop let the pants rip when at home it should be shirtless or skin tight as motivation to upgrade. This will save you some money for the time being, getting an accurate size on your fatty will not only encourage them but feel like a reward! This isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, however speaking from experience….going from a Medium to a Large is short lived and I wish I just held off until I reached XL’s! Save your money!!! If it’s unbearable wearing always trust what the gainer says it’s their body! You are just a big cog in the machine that’s to be your Gainer!

Friends outside of feeders:

Most gainers should do their best to make friends with other gainers! Feeders this will be super helpful to progressing their gains!! If even the people they hang out with are fat pigs and gainers they will automatically start to pick up on their eating habits too. While a Feeder takes a lot of credit for the beauty that will become a gainers belly, have friends to get them eating too will be helpful. There is nothing wrong with Feeders sharing the fun too!!! Make a gainer friend together feed your gainer and your newly found friend at the same time! A gainer will never say no to some nice belly rubs and a big meal! Being fat can easily be influenced! Make good friends with gaining influence!!!

Weigh In’s

While watching those numbers go up is exciting…sometimes you hit Plateaus and weighing yourself gainer everyday can hurt their motivation or self esteem! That being said! 2-4 Weigh in’s a month is good enough! Never let your big boys weigh in EVERYDAY!!!

Spicing up the bedroom!

While a lot of this is for the gainer’s benefit Feeders this is where a lot of the fun begins! Here are a list of things to try out with your Gainer when you want to get more intimate-

Bring a few fast food meals and feed them to your gainer while in some tight clothes.

Putting your gainers in Jock Straps!

Making delicious gainer shakes

Now while these are great options there is yet another option! WARNING most gainers start off having a hard time with these but after the weight starts to pile on Gainers will become dependent upon these. They do become addictive. Some people naturally like it but myself it took time!

BOOST VHS it is a small portion and 530 calories! When I tell you having 3 meals and 3 of these small shakes your gainer will BLOW UP in a matter of weeks!!

Belly play! If your gainer has a nice over hang slap it grab it shake it jiggle it rub it! All of that!

This one is going to sound strange but after the first 40+ pounds their chest should be bigger and nipples either puffy or soft. That being said nipples become sensitive and sucking them and playing with them can stimulate a very good sexual response.

Get them on their hands and knees make them eat without using their hands! Make sure to feel them up praise them for eating everything and treat them right!

Massage their prostate while they eat on their hands and knees!

Call them those special names they like so much! Check out my other post to see them all but this is your Pig/your fatty/ your fat fuck!

Start teaching them how to bottom if they don’t already. Topping burns more calories than taking it while lying on your back.

If you are someone that isn’t into shrinking dicks the fat pad will mostly steal a few inches from your gainer. Politely as about using a penis pump and making sure that they aren’t using chastity cages to stunt growth. This is so your gainer can maintain topping but a feeder should practice riding on top while your chubby man relaxes!

If you are okay with the fat pad eating away at the inches of your gainers dick. Don’t let them masterbate, and use chastity cages/belts to prevent them from touching them self! Make sure they are achievable calories or finishing meals before letting them take it off!

Feeding with tight clothes on! When a belly is bloated enough you can certainly pop buttons!

Make sure you are giving and receiving consent and everything that you do only makes the feeder and gainer(s) feel good!

The key to happiness is through the stomach so fill it up with food!

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 18 - Young Thief

Hato: Okay, so that’ll be the extent of your work, Rurikawa-kun. Does that seem manageable?

Yuki: It won’t be any problem.

Hato: Haha, dependable as ever. Glad to have your help.

Hato: Everyone in the office got super fired up when they saw Kataoka-san’s work. When you’re exposed to top-notch work, you just can’t help but be affected by it.

Hato: I think there’s a lot to be gained from actually getting involved and not just watching, so let’s keep up the hard work.

Yuki: Yeah.

Yuki: (The work itself is the same as what I’m used to, but there are way more requests and points to take note of than usual.)

Yuki: (Each and every one of them makes sense and connects to a specific detail.)

Yuki: (I looked up Aiko Kataoka-san beforehand, but you don’t really get a good idea of what they do until you actually come into contact with their work.)

Yuki: (It’s the same old universal designs, but with a lot of attention to detail and elements with more of an edge.)

Yuki: (They’re really proud and confident in their own designs and they play into that… It really is amazing.)

Yuki: (An opportunity like this is rare, so I’ve gotta steal everything I can from it.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yuki: …

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Review: “The costumes had that same stable feel they always have. But don’t you think that as Yuki Rurikawa’s become more established as a creator, his costumes have started to lack a bit of surprise and unexpectedness?” 

Review: “Maybe I’m just noticing it more after seeing Yua Troupe. I guess it’s just inevitable when you have the same designer do things every single time~.”

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yuki: (Unexpectedness, huh. But I…)

Yuki: (I also have confidence in my designs.)

Yuki: (Looking at them objectively, the costumes for our debut performance all fit the concept of everyone being the lead, and it’s something that definitely fits the current Summer Troupe.)

Yuki: (That’s why…)

*Knock on door and door opens*

Banri: Nice work. Omi made a chiffon cake.

Yuki: Thanks.

Banri: Busy with your part-time job, huh?

Yuki: Duh. But it’s a great learning experience, and there’s a huge difference in what I can gain from seeing how someone works up close, so it’d be a waste if I didn’t give it my all.

Banri: Ahh, I getcha. Like how there’s a huge difference in the amount of information ya can get between just watchin’ a play and actually actin’ in a play with someone.

Yuki: It’s hard not to be inspired by what kind of beliefs they have about design.

Banri: Seems like your whole “challenge” thing was a great idea.

Yuki: I’d say so.

Banri: But it’s gotta be nice havin’ a room to yourself. I wish Hyodo would just go and fly to the U.S. or wherever for a week.

Banri: Anyway, since I know you miss the guy you’re always fightin’ with, I’ll trade places with ya, Yuki.

Yuki: Haha, very funny. It’s actually nice being able to focus without him around.

Yuki: Besides, you’re the one always starting fights, so I’m sure you’d miss him if you didn’t have him around.

Banri: Good one.

Yuki: Isn’t it?

Banri: Anyway, ain’t it almost time for him to start doin’ stuff over there? Why dontcha talk to him?

Yuki: …

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[apollos-olives]

hii if you dont mind and it's not too personal i would love to hear more about your experiences being queer in palestine! do you feel there is a big difference in attitude and education about queerness between diaspora palestinians and those living in palestine, or is it pretty similar? and did you feel like you could be somewhat safely open about it (not that it's ever 100% safe in any place in the world, but yk) sorry if this is invasive, dont feel obligated to answer. it's just that ive only ever seen a rly negative narrative about queer people being heavily persecuted and id love to get viewpoints from people who have actual first hand experience. your blog has been really educational and i love your enthusiasm for palestinian culture <3

i'm so sorry but i'm not very comfortable sharing my own personal experiences. they relate a lot to my personal life and my family and our relationships, and i'm not really comfortable sharing that part of my life online. it's a very good question though, and i appreciate your curiosity. i'm sorry that i can't tell you anything specific, i just want to keep myself more protected and not share a lot about my relationship with my family, especially since my relationship with my queerness relates a lot to my family and their views of it.

i will say though, to answer your other questions, if you asked me if there was a big difference of queer education between the diaspora and the people in palestine a couple years ago, i would've said yes. but now that i think of it? there's not a huge difference actually. i feel like since there is a lot more access to the internet and more education available in palestine and in a lot of places around the world, being educated about queerness is becoming more and more common. i've met a LOT of queer palestinians, from both inside palestine and also out in the diaspora. education is one of our biggest tools for liberation, so i feel like it's very natural that you can find more palestinians that are queer, not just in the disapora but in palestine as well.

if i were to choose which group is more visibly queer, people in palestine or the diaspora, i would choose the diaspora, but only because the diaspora have a bigger chance to be exposed to queerness in the world outside of the middle east and whatnot, and have bigger chances to explore their sexuality more openly than people in palestine. that doesn't mean that the queers in palestine are SUPER repressed or anything, but yes homophobia exists in palestine just like how it exists everywhere else in the world, so queers in palestine have a harder time coming out or expressing themselves authentically. but like. palestinian queers exist 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ everywhere. and like, if i go out in palestine wearing a whole ass rainbow flag with a full face of makeup and a gay ass haircut, will i be hatecrimed?? yeah. but also if i did that in america, i'd be hatecrimed too lol. so palestine isn't special with it's homophobia.

and to bring up the discussion of homonationalism that israel uses to gain consent for genocide, you gotta put things in perspective. like if my entire family got bombed, my people displaced, my limbs amputated, all my people being starved, and the bitches who were bombing me were proudly wearing a gay flag and said that they were using the bombs that killed my entire family "in the name of love" - honestly i would be homophobic too. and that's genuinely why homophobia mostly exists in palestine. that's why my parents are homophobic even- they say that israel is full of queers who are bombing us. and like... are they wrong though?? israel is using the gay community as an excuse to commit crimes against my people. if any sort of group of people, no matter if they were a minority, committed genocide against you, wouldn't you hate them too? that's basically the situation in palestine. and yes it's not justified to be homophobic, but again, queer education isn't as available in palestine as it is in other places. often times people don't realize that queerness is being used as a weapon. you gotta put everything in perspective, yk??

i hope this was interesting to you at least a little bit. sorry i couldn't answer every question fully.

[ceebit]

okay let me do my new year post now bc i will most definitely be dragged out to party and then promptly pass out 😭

2022 has been a rough year for me, emotionally and physically. i went through a lot this year, academically, personally, mentally—by far one of the worst years i’ve ever pocketed. without getting into details, i hit my lowest point. and not to sound like that, but through kpop i found hope again. like a temporary crutch of sorts.

i joined kpopblr four months ago on september 19th! this blog hit its 4 month mark on the 19th this month, and while i didn’t openly celebrate that milestone on here, i took the time to sit back and really look on how my life has changed since then.

i’ve made so many good memories. and with those memories, i’ve met so many good people here. people that deserve more than the world for being friendly faces (despite not seeing y’all lmao) during my up and coming days. so i gotta shout y’all out because i wouldn’t be as comfortable in this space without u all.

@wonwooridul @seungkwan-s : the first official friends i made here. none of this would have been possible without u two !!! i love u both so so much please. 🤍🤍🤍

@hansolz : for giving me an invite to the caratblr server ): we don’t talk as much but never got to express how grateful i was (and still am) for opening that door for me. i really can’t thank u enough <3

@ the caratblr server : ik im the worst at being active in there but i’m so so happy to be there. being exposed to so many talented creators from writers to giffers and all those in between—it’s been so much fun getting to know u all (from the times i remember discord exists, at least 😭)

@minghao-s : rose my kpop lighthouse………. u are literally the reason behind everything here. i think fondly on that two hour boy group introduction a lot. thank u for taking the time to guide me through all of that. and for taking ur time with me ??? my memory is NOT the best and i do be forgetting things, but thank u for pulling and knocking sense into me ^_^ and ultimately being 1/2 mutuals who like to actively plot my k-demise…..

@wuahae : cat beloved </3 i had to mention the reason why there’s a significant sunwoo shaped crater in my skull. u are at fault for my recent lack of sleep and lack of appropriate decorum during the waking hours. (affectionate) jokes aside thank u for tbz infodumping at odd hours of the night and indulging in my relentless questions <333 hope u get ur vampire media one day 🫶🏽

and to rest my beloveds : @txtkids @caratonce/@silvmoonsky @haylo4ever/@dokyeomblr @haylo4ever @huiranghaes @naptimed @otlwoozi @theloserphenomenon @aceofvernons @woosanhui @98linerz @strawberri-uyu (and if you’re not here i’m so sorry 😭) thank you for filling my dash and literally making tumblr worthwhile each time i long on. my experience woukdnt be the same without y’all. love u all to the moon and back <3

to my readers : you are the reason i create!! the reason i find inspiration to continue to write. thank you for the endless tags and asks and reblogs and comments and everything. if i could hug all 800+ of u, i would. squeezing u all with so so so much love thru this screen. <333

and to my anons : thank you for some of the funniest moments i’ve ever seen in my life. you all r the reason the ask function was made. even if you haven’t come off anon, just know that i cherish each and every single ask you’ve sent to me—responded or not. (terribly sorry if i haven’t, tho… sometimes my brain tricks me into thinking i already have 🥲) hopefully some of you gain the courage to reveal yourselves so we can be friends :)

okay let me wrap this up before i start crying. tmrw starts a whole new year of kpop for me and all of you. here’s to more writings, creations, laughter, and good memories to come.

with love, from (hopefully) your favorite joshua-changbin-sunwoo juyeon-and-now-hongjoong enthusiast,

cece <3

[meerey]

So like I have a couple issues with the jorge thing. I dislike him and the fakeness is the reason. He snaked Lewis in zandvoort knowing he’d never beat Max but he wanted to beat Lewis all by defying a team strategy that was already ironed out. Unsportsmanlike and selfish tbh. But it’s also the media chat. Now notice how when he has been asked about beating Lewis one thing he has always refused to say is that Lewis has been experimenting on set ups and that’s been jeopardising his pace in qualifying and races, allowing him to gain points by being conservative with setup. No thank yous or acknowledgement. Just the same PR stuff about respecting Lewis, greatest of all time blah blah blah and that he’ll bounce back. Bro Lewis wasn’t off his game to need to bounce back, he was trying to get the team a winning car by being selfless and jorge’s avoidance of admitting that publicly despite the team saying this, kept the critics coming because no one would believe that the team are being honest. Jorge admitting this could have squashed a lot of the negative media comments just by being honest. It costs nothing to be honest and selfless. I personally cannot take credit that doesn’t belong to me. Why can’t he just admit these things? Also everyone saying he’s as good as Lewis need to realise he is yet to win a race against Lewis without outside influences helping him. Whether it be safety cars, him ignoring strategy, Lewis being crashed into, Lewis having faulty DRS/ engine issues, Lewis being hindered by crappy setups and experiments etc those are the times he’s won. i am a Lewis fan and that’s all. Why are we being made to believe we gotta like his teammate. I’m not sending him hate so who cares? Sorry for venting lol

I feel like I sent this to myself omg?

The ventriloquist dummy is not gonna admit to anything ever because him being ahead of Lewis is a BOOST to his ego. People praising him for 'beating' Lewis in his first year as his teammate got him beliving his own hype. How that ended up happening doesn't even matter atp bc this is what many of these freaks have been waiting for.

Latifi could have been in his place and he would have gotten the same praise simply because it's Lewis he's up against

I look forward to the day this fraudulent war criminal gets exposed and humiliated

[bookwyrminspiration]

It’s the way elves literally aren’t smarter than humans for me. Like, knowing more doesn’t make you smarter — not really, anyway. All it does is make them more knowledgeable. I know it’s said in the books that they have higher IQs or something… but it doesn’t really make sense? Idk maybe I’m not making much sense, but elves just don’t really seem smarter than humans.

Of course, part of that is that these books are being read to humans and is written by a human, but I think it would’ve make more sense if elves just prioritized the subjects they learn in school as having to be taught the way they do, and the subjects humans learn are like spoon-fed to them at a young age so they do seem smarter than the average human.

I don't remember if it's ever explained in a straightforward manner how, exactly, the elves are smarter than humans, but I think the general idea Shannon was going for was that the elves are smarter as in like...quicker processing, better memory, pattern recognition, etc. They understand, process, and implement information at a faster rate than humans, making them smarter. They're the gifted kids but an entire species

That's why "the slowest elf can still trump a human--even one with no proper education. (book one, pg 24). That's also where Fitz brings up how Sophie is so far ahead in her classes and has skipped so many grades. She's just mentally superior to all of them, which is attributed to her being an elf. However, being better at processing and recognizing patterns and things doesn't make them better if they don't implement their capabilities properly, if that makes sense. They have a higher capacity and average for intelligence, but they're still capable of making mistakes and misjudging things and everything else humans are.

And you're right! One of the things humans are frequently made fun of for throughout the series are their beliefs/understanding of the world, like Fitz calling the theory of relativity dumb and saying Einstein was wrong. Humans aren't as technologically advanced and also are a different species! They'd have no reason to know or believe that light leaping is possible and that it doesn't require infinite energy because humans can't do it and human science and knowledge is based on observation; humans have no one to observe who can light leap. They're not dumb because they don't know those things. Humans are actually doing pretty well based on the knowledge they have, and I don't think they should be judged based on knowledge they don't have and that elves are actively trying to keep from them

It's a little ironic that the elves are like "wow can't believe humans have such inaccurate beliefs about mythical creatures" (e.g. bigfoot) when they are the ones who have done out of their way to hide said creatures from humans and make sure they don't know the truth. They have completely separated their worlds as much as possible and then look down on humans for not having technology intrinsic to elves? Humans figured out their own things, it just didn't fit in with what elves saw as what they should be doing. Like nuclear weaponry. I am not saying it's a good thing but it's an example of what I'm taking about.

OH! I think I've got it. Maybe. Humans and elves are both smart, but in different ways and with access to different sets of information. Elves may have a natural advantage, but that's more to set Sophie apart from her peers than have a huge species wide impact. And because human intelligence isn't elven intelligence, elves don't value it and look down on humans without realizing that the humans could do the same thing to them for their own beliefs and customs.

though you are right that the book being written by a human with humans in mind, the characters are going to sound human! humans are supposed to be able to relate to the characters, and if they're mindbogglingly smart then there's going to be an unwanted disconnect. i think every writer can also attest to finding themselves in situations where their characters are smarter than them and they have to try and figure something out, and when writing a series where the species is naturally smarter than yours that gets hard!

it's an interesting conundrum that doesn't get brought up often in the series, so thanks for bringing it up!

[thatsalrightprettymama]

The Wonder Of You

A/N: Thank you @theinvisiblecapricorn for your request! Sorry it's a little late, but this is my first time writing a smut scene lol. I hope this is what you meant, and that you like it! It is the longest piece I've ever written, but I'm not too sure that's a bad thing haha. Something about the prompt just really got me to write haha. I really hope that you enjoy it and like it! I tried editing it as best as I could, and it's also not really proofread much. Constructive criticism is always welcome! If there's anything you feel that I left out of the warnings that should be added let me know!

Warnings: Smut and Fluff, Insecurites ,Angst,

 Following Elvis up to his room, your nerves intensified knowing what was to come. That after dating him for a year, and months of teasing touches, you knew you wanted to fully give yourself to the handsome and sweet southern gentleman that’s swept you off your feet. You unconsciously give his hand a squeeze as you two finish the last few steps, once of the stairs though Elvis uses your intwined hands to pull you to him for a searing kiss. His soft velvety plush lips pressing into yours before swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. Giving it, he deepens the kiss, sucking on your lip as he breaks away from your mouth. “You’re everything I could ever want mama.” He tells you, his deep voice gaining a slight rasp, as his heated blue eyes gaze into yours. His words causing your cheeks to burn and heart to swell. He kisses you again before he continues to lead you to his room. The steps familiar but the experience new, you continue till he has you against his door. Grabbing your soft hips, he presses you against the door as he kisses you again. Your full chest pushing against his as you meet the kiss and feel his left-hand trail over your dress to your ass, groping it through the fabric. Causing you to gasp into the kiss, and goosebumps rise on your skin, before he slowly breaks apart. Blue eyes storming darker with a hungry lust as he watches you stare up at him, chest rising and falling with your breathes. Elvis loved seeing that he could affect you as much as you got him. “You gotta tell me now, if you want this Y/N, or not. It’s fine if you don’t darlin’.” He sweetly tells you in his raspy voice, making sure you wanted this, and you did. You knew you loved Elvis, and that you finally wanted to fully give yourself to him.

            “I want this Elvis, I want you.” You shakily tell him as heat continues to pour into your core as nerves and excitement flow through your veins. You watch him smile and suck on his bottom lip for a moment before he kisses you and opens the door behind you. Breaking the kiss, he backs you slowly into the bed during a series of searing kisses as you tried to focus on unbuttoning his shirt. The mattress hitting the back of the knees causing you to land on the bed with a soft thud, you look up and the only thing that flashed through your mind was that Elvis, your normally sweet and handsome steady, looked like sin. His eyes filled with a lust full fire as he gazed down at your body, his dark hair slightly tousled, pink lace shirt opened exposing is firm chest, and the bulge in his pants. “God, you look so beautiful baby, but I think you’re wearing too much at the moment.” He tells you as his eyes rake down your body, cheeks burning from it before he bends down kissing you as his hands trail over your dress. Bunching the fabric in his large hands he helps you take your dress off, leaving you in your thin white bra and lace underwear. Never having anyone really see you like this before; you start to feel vulnerable as Elvis’s eyes rake over your body. Flustered you go to cover yourself with your arms before Elvis stops you. “You look divine doll; I can’t believe you’ve been hiding a body like that from me. “Elvis tells you, his deep raspy voice affecting you more, as he kisses you grabbing your hips. His large hands feeling like hot coals as he backs you up on the bed, his body looming over yours.

            You shakily take you hands and finish un-buttoning the rest of his shirt, the lace fabric sliding off his lean muscular torso as he breaks away from your lips to start trailing kisses on down your neck, light pleasure filled sighs falling from your lips as he marks you. You lightly trace your hands down his torso, exploring his chest before he presses his clothed hips into yours. You can feel his bulge press against you as he continues to suck and nibble on your neck. Slowly he slides one of his large hands from your hip down to your thighs. You bite your lips as you feel his fingers inch closer to your panties. You feel his chuckle vibrate against your neck as you gasp as you feel his fingers slide past the lace and start teasing your folds. Feeling how wet you already were as he finds your clit and starts to rub it. “Does that feel good darlin’?” He teasingly asks you as light moans fall from your lips. You bashfully nod, enjoying the feeling of his long finger play with you. “I need your words darlin’.” His firm voice gently tells you as he starts to slow his movements, causing you to gasp out your answer. “Ye-Yes, it feels good.” Your checks burn deeper as you answer before moaning again as he picks his speed back up. “Good baby, I wanna make you feel good.” Elvis tells you, smiling as he takes his mouth away to gaze at you. Deep hungry blue eyes watch your face as you gasp and moan, enjoying the way your eyes roll as he starts to use his other finger to tease and play with your tight hole. Your walls tight around his long digit, making him bite his lip as he feels how tight you and thinking of how you’re going to feel around him. “God you’re so tight darlin’.” He moans out watching you as he plays with your pussy. Enjoying how flustered his words make you.

            Wrapping your arms around his shoulder, you hold onto him like an anchor as you feel his finger. While you had touched yourself before, it never felt as good as this. “Oh Elvis.” You moan out before closing your eyes as you feel him slip another finger into you. You feel a faint burn as his long fingers start to scissor you, but the pleasure they bring causes you to ignore it. Moaning your hips start to lightly move, your body reacting to the sensation. “Mhmm you look so beautiful like this.” Elvis compliments before deeply kissing you, swallowing your moans as he adds more pressure to your clit as he scissors you. Your fingernails lightly dig into his broad shoulders as the pleasure within you builds. “Mhmm think you’re getting close.” He teases as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers. You moan louder as you feel pleasure build up inside you, your wetness coating his fingers as he brings you closer to the edge. “C’mon doll, let go.” His raspy deep voice urged before the band finally snapped. Your orgasm washed over you, the feeling completely euphoric. Stronger than anything you had ever made yourself feel. Elvis helps you ride out your orgasm before he slips his hand out of your panties, before leaning back and standing on his knees. Panting you lean on your elbows and watch him undo his belt and start to take his pants and boxers down. You can’t help but notice how big he was, causing elvis to smirk at your reaction. His cocky side coming out for a moment before he leans down and kisses you. He presses his body against yours, grinding his cock against your wet lace panties. Letting you feel how hard he was against you, the sensation causing you to moan but also causing nerves to flair up again. It was really happening; you were going to go all the way with Elvis.

            As he continued to grind against you, you moaned as you felt him kiss your neck before trailing down to your chest. His plush lips exploring before he take a nipple into his mouth, causing your nails to dig deeper into his shoulders as he started to suck and tease your nipple. You feel the lace stick to you as you get wetter, moans falling from your lips as he pops your harden nipple out of his mouth before giving the other his attention. Releasing your nipple, Elvis looks up at your face before kissing you. You feel you face burn as he slides your lace panties off, leaving your completely bare to him as he breaks the kiss. Instinctively you go to cover yourself when he grabs your hands to stop you. “Don’t try to hide darlin, I wanna see all of you.” He tells you staring into your eyes as you lightly nod and relax your arms. Watching Elvis’s blue eyes rake over your body, you can’t help but start to feel beautiful seeing the way he looks at you. Leaning down on one arm he kisses you as he strokes his dick before lining up with you. “Are you sure you want this Darlin?” He asks you, blue eyes hungry but caring as he watches your face, looking for any fear or doubt. “I’m sure Elvis, I wanna feel all of you.” You breathlessly tell him as you wrap your arms around his shoulder, feeling the head of his dick press at your entrance. “Mhmm alright darlin’ it might hurt a little, but I promise I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good darlin’.” He tells you before giving you a tender kiss, feeling him slowly press into you, you gasp into the kiss feeling him stretch you.

            Elvis gently kisses you as he pushes more of himself into you, the burn becoming more prominent as he fills you up more. “You’re doing so good for me mama.” You hear him gently rasp out as tears build up as he bottoms out. “God you feel so tight mama.” Elvis groans out as you tight walls hug him.The feeling completely foreign and uncomfortable, but there was still pleasure that made you want to continue. As he stills inside you, letting you adjust to him, he gently wipes your cheek and asks, “Are you ok darlin? Is it too much?”. He gently asks as he stays still, tender care shinning through the lust in his blue orbs. “Mhm I’m good baby, just so full.” You moan out as the burn begins to fade some, making you want to feel him move. Elvis smiles at your answer, and when he feels your hips instinctively wiggle, he slowly starts to drag his cock against your walls as he pulls out some before gently thrusting back. Your throw your head back as you moan, your legs tightening against his hips as he slowly fucks you. “You feel so good Y/N, I can’t believe you’re mine.” His deep voice groans out as he bites his lip, blue hooded eyes taking in the sight of you as he gently rolls his hips. “Oh Elvis, feel so good.” You struggle to moan out as mind numbing pleasure starts to take over, the burn long forgotten as you dig into his shoulders. “I love the way you sound, the way you feel.” He tells you, his deep voice adding to the juices on his cock as he leans down and starts to nibble on your neck. Feeling his teeth scrape against your neck, as his plush lips press against the skin sucking, causing you to whimper as the pleasure increases. Your mind fogged by all the feelings as he continued gently drag his cock into you.

            He follows his previous path from your neck to your ample chest, biting and sucking one nipple as one hand gropes and plays with the other firmly but gently. Causing you to arch your back, pressing your chest against his face as pleasure took over. You moan and whimper as each touch, each nipple, and each thrust pulling that band inside you tighter. While his fingers had felt amazing, his cock felt so much better. You couldn’t describe the pleasure coursing through your veins as he sustained his rhythm while exploring and worshiping your body. You couldn’t think or speak as you got closer to the edge, everything feeling so intense as your orgasm builds. Feeling your walls tighten around his cock, Elvis lets out a sinful groan before his soft plush lips kiss you deeply as his hands dig into your hip. “Mhmm mama, god you look so beautiful like this. “ He groans out before adding a bit more force to his thrusts, but still keeping the same pace. “Are you gonna cum with me darlin?” He rasps out causing your cheeks to burn as you nod, his new energy make his slow thrust hit you hard. With a loud moan you feel the band snap and a strong orgasm wash over you after a few more thrusts of his hips. You try to imprint the low sinful moan of your name Elvis lets out as he stills in you, and you feel his warm cum paint your walls. You both stay still in your position as you pant and come down from your highs.

            After a moment, Elvis slowly slips out of you, causing you to wince slightly as he did so. He turns and falls on his back next to you before he stretches an arm and pulls you into his side. Laying your head on his chest you listen to his heart and breathing as you take in the moment. “I love you Elvis. “ you tell him quietly, breaking the silence after you’ve calmed, staring up at his blue eyes. “I love you too Y/N, I really do. “ Elvis tells you tenderly as he stares into your eyes, the arm around you rubbing your side soothingly. “You’re my best girl.” He tells you before giving you a gentle kiss. You two stay like that, laying together gently kissing and cuddling till you fall asleep. Waking up the next morning, Elvis was so sweet and tender with you. Trying his best to help with the soreness you felt, he ran you a bath and tried to pamper you some before he had to go meet Sam Phillips.

            Unknown to you that day at Sun Records, Elvis was smiling like he won the lottery. “What’s got you grinning like a fool?” His bassist asked as he walked into the studio causing him to chuckle. “Oh nothin’, Just havin’ a good morning.’ Elvis tells him happily as he grabs his guitar and tunes it. “Oh come on, it’s gotta be something good. “ The bassist quips smiling as he watches Elvis. Before he can answer Sam Phillips walks in and teases, “He’s twitter-patted. That’s the smile of a man that’s asked a big question.” Causing the other guys to chuckle and whoop as Elvis shoots Sam a raised eyebrow. “What makes ya say that Mr. Phillips?”  Elvis asks, a very faint blush appearing when he thinks of you and marriage. “I told ya to call me Sam. Also, cause me and Becca saw you and Y/N at Jim’s Place, I wanted to go over and say hello, but Becca said by you’re look it was a special date. “ Sam answers as he sits on a piano bench. “So how’d it go?” Sam asks looking at Elvis as the other guys join in. “Well, it wasn’t an important date. I just wanted to take Y/N out somewhere nice with the remaining of my signing bonus.” Elvis answers as he scratches the back of his head. “Though I am gonna marry her. She’s gonna be Mrs. Y/N Presley.” He tells the room with his eyes lighting up as the boys playfully tease him. Sam lets them have their fun for a few moments before breaking them up.

            “All right, time to get goin boys! We’re wasting precious recording time.” He tells them with a smile as they all nod and finish setting up as he goes to the recording booth. They spend the next few hours recording before Sam calls it a day. The boys all pack up there stuff and leave Sun Records, Except for Elvis. Knocking on Sam’s door, Elvis pokes his head in. “Mr. Phillips, can we talk?” Elvis asks him softly causing the older man to look at him before nodding. “Yeah we can talk son, and also how many times have I told you to call me Sam?” Sam tells Elvis as he watches the young man walk into his office and sit in front of him. Wondering what the amazing singer could want to talk about. “What’s on your mind EP?” The older man asks after a moment of silence. “Well it’s about what you said earlier, about me and Y/N.” Elvis begins nervously, biting his lip before continuing, “You were kinda right, It was an important date, I was gonna ask her. “ Sam watches as the young many slides his hands through his hair thinking before speaking again. “I chickened out, and I just. I need some advice. “ Elvis finally admits looking at the older man for guidance before adding, “I’d ask Daddy, but he’s end up telling Mama and Y/N would find out.” Sam chuckles before telling him, “Yeah that wouldn’t be good when planning a proposal.” Sitting up in his chair he smiled at the young boy before telling him. “Don’t do over the top, but make it special. It’s gonna be a story she’s gonna tell everyone. Including your grandkids. Also make it special to you two. Don’t do something nice or fancy because that’s what’s hot in Memphis right now, do something that has significance to your relationship. “ Elvis nods and listens to his words, taking mental notes before Sam asks,” Can you think of any special place to ya’ll on the top of your head?”

            Elvis pauses and thinks over the pass year with you. All the memories and places, yet one oddly sticks out. Handy Park. “Yeah that park of Beale Street, one night me and Y/N were leaving Club Handy. We were walking through it cause she said she didn’t wanna go home yet. Under one of the street lamps when we were talking, I saw her and it just hit me that I loved her. That’s when I knew I loved her, that she was the one.” Elvis tells Sam, and the older man can’t help but smile at how his face lit up as he talked. “There you go then. Plan something and ask in Handy Park.” Sam tells him with a smile. Standing up Elvis thanks and hugs him, shocking Sam, before leaving the studio. Already coming up with ideas and thinking of the ring in his drawer.

            The next few days, your relationship continued as normal. The only things changing were you feeling closer to him, and some kisses ended up more heated. Well that was until you went with Vernon and Gladys to watch Elvis perform at his next show. Sitting in the crowd you smiled, happy to see him perform again having missed his last performances. While you knew that girls in the crowd liked Elvis, I mean you couldn’t blame them, you hadn’t expected their reactions to be so much bolder. You couldn’t believe how alive the crowd became as the music started. With wide eyes you watched as they rushed the stage and threw their bras and panties onto the stage. Wrapping an arm around you and patting your shoulder, Gladys leaned over and told you over the screams., “You know my bewbie loves you Y/N, don’t think too much of those girls.” You glance at her and give her a small smile, thankful for the small act of comfort. Swallowing a lump you try to watch the show for a few more minutes before you excused yourself to the restroom. Making your way through the crowd you get to the small bathroom in the back. Closing the door, you walked to the sink to splash some water on your face to try to calm you.

            Wiping your face, you glanced at yourself in the mirror as you heard the faint screams of the crowd roar behind the door. The more you stared at the mirror, the more your insecurities sank in. Elvis was perfect. He could have any of those beautiful thin girls in the crowd, why was he with you? I mean you couldn’t blame those girls for reacting like that, Elvis was devilishly handsome, and you couldn’t fault Elvis for following his dreams. It just hurt, because how could you compete with all of them? It wasn’t long before you felt tears well up in your eyes. Leaning your head back you took a deep breathe in, trying to stop yourself from letting go and crying. You didn’t want to ruin anyone’s night. After taking a few more moments to collect yourself, you left the small bathroom and headed back to your seat. You watched the rest of Elvis’s set trying your best to ignore all the girls. As Elvis got off the stage, you went with Gladys to see him backstage. Despite your feelings you couldn’t help but smile when you saw him standing there talking to the guys as he sipped on a bottle of coke. “Oh Bewbie! You did another amazing show!” Gladys exclaims as she walks towards him, taking his attention away from the band. Smiling he hugs his Mama while smiling at you over her shoulder. “Hey Mama! I know the crowd was on fire tonight!” Elvis exclaimed, still hyped from the show, as he lets her go and walks over towards you. “Hey baby.” He tells you as you give him a hug before leaning up for a quick peck. “Your Mama’s right, you did amazing.” You tell him smiling as you let go of each other.

            You quietly stay near Elvis and Gladys as you all stayed backstage for a moment to wind down from the show. After awhile Elvis starts to notice his best girl seems a little..off. “What’s the matter darlin’? You ok?” Elvis asks you as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. You nod and give him a small smile. “Yeah I’m fine baby, must be getting a little tired.” You lie to him, ignoring the look Gladys gives you, and not noticing Elvis face briefly turn down. “Alright doll, and we’ll probably be leaving in a little bit. Let the crowd ease some.” He tells you before kissing your head. For the reminder of the time there he keeps his arm around you, holding you close. The back of his mind itchin’ to know what’s wrong with you. Elvis doesn’t try to see what’s wrong until you two are alone in the car. After a few minutes of driving away, he asks again. “Y/N, baby what’s botherin’ ya? I know you ain’t just tired. I know my girl.” His deep voice full of concern as he glances at you from the drivers seat. Not wanting to burden him with your insecurities, you try to brush it off again, “Elvis it’s nothing to worry about. “ You tell him softly looking away from him and out the window. “It is somethin’ to worry about when it’s got my best girl down.” Elvis tells you firmly yet keeping his concern showing in his voice. “Please baby, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it. “ He tells you trying to coax you as your emotions build up. “You can’t fix me being fat Elvis.” You finally spit out, closing your eyes to keep the tears from falling, shocking him as his eyes widen slightly. Before he could say anything about your abrupt answer you continued. “You can’t fix that I’m not as thin as those other girls, you can’t fix that I’m not as pretty as they are, you can’t fix that you deserve better than me.” Your voice shaking with unshed tears as you vulnerably answer him. “Oh Y/N darlin’: He coos in his southern accent as he pulls off the road and parks.

            Turning off the car he scoots over in the seat to get closer than you. Gently he takes his hand and turns your face to him. “C’mon look at me Y/N” He gently coaxes you to open your eyes, staring directly into his loving ones. “I don’t know where all of this is coming from darlin’ but ain’t a lick of it is true.” He tells you as he gazes into your eyes as he continues, “You are gorgeous, and those girls could never compare to you. I couldn’t deserve better than you, because I don’t deserve you.” Each word tugging at your heart as you listen to his words. Sniffling you go to say something before he cuts you off. “I love you Y/N, and I don’t know why you love someone like me, but I’m so glad you do. “ He tells you making the tears finally fall, and without missing a beat he softly wipes them away as he pulls you into him. “Shh now don’t cry darlin’. I don’t know how you can’t see how beautiful, amazing, and wonderful you are.” He tells you as he gives you soft kiss on the head. “But you’re wrong, I can fix it doll. I’ll fix it by loving you everyday, by reminding you that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, I’ll spend my whole life doing anything to fix you feelin’ that way about yourself.” He tells you, making you fall in love with him even deeper. “I love you Elvis.” You tell him as you move your head from his chest and stare up at him with watery eyes. “I love you too Y/N.” Elvis tells you softly as he wipes the rest of your tears.

            You two stay like that for a moment before you feel Elvis move. Leaning back you watch as he digs in his pocket before giving you a rare nervous smile. “I had something different planned out for this before our dinner date next week, and I know I should probably wait till then and not do it here on the side of the road.” Elvis begins to tell you as he grabs something in his pocket and starts to pull it out. As he pulls out and starts to open a little black box, you feel time freeze as you watch him. “But I can’t let you go on without realizing how much you mean to me. I love you Y/N, I have ever since that night in Handy Park all those months ago. This past year has been the most amazing of my life between meeting you and getting signed. For once in my life everything is fitting together. I know it won’t be easy, but I promise you I’ll do everything I can do to get you to see yourself through my eyes. “ Elvis tells you, staring deeply into your eyes with each word as he holds the ring box open in front of you. “Will you marry me?” He finally asks as tears start falling again as you nod. “Yes! Oh Yes!” You excitedly tell him before you throw your arms around him and kiss him.

            Smiling widely he chuckles as you two break apart from the kiss, before he takes your hand and slips the simple, yet beautiful diamond ring on your finger. Glancing at the ring you can’t help but smile and feel elated. “Oh Elvis it’s perfect.” You swoon as you stare at it, causing him to smile as he holds you to him. “I’m glad you liked it, I was so worried I’d picked out something you’d hate.” He nervously tells you with a smile causing you to giggle. “Elvis you could’ve asked me with a paper ring and I’d still have said yes.” You tell him honestly as you look away from your ring to him. “Yes, but my best girl deserves diamonds,”  He tells you before kissing you gain. You two stay on the side of the road, in your own little world, for a few more moments before Elvis scoots back over to the driver’s side. Kissing you one last time he starts the car, and begins to drive you two back to his house to tell his Parents. The whole ride back you couldn’t help but think of how lucky you were to have Elvis and be in love.

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Laughing Gas Confession (L. Hemmings imagine)

I’ve been working on this fix for quite some time but since Luke decided to realize a new album, I finally managed to gain motivation to finish this fic! Anyway reader gets their wisdom teeth pulled and this is the results! Tagging my girlie @wrestlingfae

WC: 2352

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Wisdom teeth. The bane of any person’s existence if they ever had the displeasure of them coming in. Truly the only thing a person could ever gain from them coming in might be the humerus videos you capture while on laughing gas. My experience however? A little less humorous and a lot more exposing.

“Come on, you’re being a baby about this, just go to the dentist and let them pull the wisdom teeth, you’ll feel much better!” Luke insisted as he shut the door behind us. I groaned as he continued to pester me about setting up a dentist appointment to remove the nightmares pressing against my jaw.

“Luke, I have no one to bring me home! They’re going to use laughing gas and I can’t drive while high.” I retorted, beginning to put away the groceries, only to press my fingers against the hinge of my jaw as the ache began to grow more painful. He stared at me with a disbelieving look then he exclaimed, “I’m off tour, I can take you! I mean, we’re best friends, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Take each other to the dentist, make sure you don’t ruin the Uber driver’s car flooring with vomit.”

“Okay, that was one time! That’s what you get for giving me Chipotle while I’m hammered. I mean, technically, me puking on that guy’s floor was your fault for letting me drink with Cal. You know he always encourages me to do bad things.” I insisted, handing him the milk to put away. He sighed, clearly realizing that I had won that point, and returned to our current argument, “Just let me take you. I swear, I won’t record you. I’ll just make sure you get there and back, safe and sound. Okay?”

We stared at one another for a while before I sighed, muttering, “Alright, fine, just make sure that I get there and back without breaking a bone.” His blue eyes sparkled at my agreement before he kissed me on my forehead then launched into making dinner as I dug through the freezer in search of an ice pack to press against my jaw. At least I’d finally get rid of these stupid wisdom teeth.

My appointment was set for tomorrow and dread was beginning to set in. Laughing gas loosened your lips and things that should remain a secret had the chance of slipping out. I was sitting on my bed, considering other options to pull my wisdom teeth without using laughing gas but ultimately came up empty. Unfortunately it seemed that this was the only way. Of course, I could have asked any of the other guys to take me to the dentist, but I feared that would hurt Luke. I just hoped that I could keep my secret locked away from even the grasps of the laughing gas..

“Today’s the day,” Luke crowed, bursting into my room, “C’mon, it’s time to take out those nasty wisdom teeth of yours!” I groaned and ducked my head beneath my pillow once again as I grumbled, “Why? Why did it have to be me to be cursed with a morning person as a best friend?” He flopped on my bed then lifted my pillow away from my face as he replied, “Balances out your night owl habits. Now come on, I bet you’re dying to get those bastards pulled.”

“It’s like you’re excited to see me suffer through recovery. Sadistic fuck. Alright, go, I’m getting dressed.” I muttered, shoving him off my bed. He groaned as he hit the floor then gave a small wave as he shut my bedroom door behind him, leaving me alone for the time being. I quickly changed and stared at the clock as I began to process what could happen.

Today was the day that I would risk the chance of exposing my love for my best friend of many years. What would I even do if I let it slip? Would he hate me? Would he reject me? Would he feel the same? So many thoughts raced through my head that I didn’t even notice that Luke had reentered, holding a hairbrush out to me. He cleared his throat and I glanced up with a sheepish smile then accepted the brush as he asked, “You need your shoes?” I looked around my room briefly and pointed to the stray pair of sneakers hiding beside my dresser before finishing brushing my hair.

He handed me my shoes and ran a hand through my hair as he assured me, “There’s nothing to worry about. They’re gonna take good care of you.” I smiled up at him and quickly pulled on my shoes before heading out the front door, sighing at the Los Angeles heat. We settled into the car and I stared out the window with a small sigh, prepared to finally get my teeth pulled.

“Hey you’re gonna be okay, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been to this dentist before, they’re really good.” Luke assured me, patting my hand. I smiled briefly then stared out the window, knowing damn good and well whether the dentist was good or not was at the bottom of my worry list for today.

We arrived at the dentist in fifteen minutes and I savored the knowledge that we wouldn’t be together while I’m high on laughing gas for too long. He guided me inside and I spoke to the nurse running the front desk while Luke investigated the assortment of pamphlets that were splayed across their wall. Settling back beside him, I gripped the arms of the chair, terror beginning to set in. What would happen as soon as I exited the exam room? Would I expose the truth? Could I prevent a secret from spilling out?

Long fingers slid over the top of my hand and I jerked out of my panic as Luke gave a tight squeeze. He smiled and assured me,”Hey it’s okay! I’ll be right here when you’re done, okay?” Just a few words and my heart began to settle. The nurse entered the waiting area then glanced up from his clipboard, calling my name. My best friend waved a hand towards the exam area then chirped, “A new life awaits you. One without pain.”

The words echoed in my head as I settled in the chair and the dentist coached me through how to breathe in the laughing gas before a haze settled over my thoughts. The operation was a quick procedure and the pressure of them removing the four monsters that evolution cursed us with was nothing compared to the relief I felt.

The nurse was kind enough to help Luke with guiding me to the car and I pressed my cheek against the cool glass of the window, poking my cheek to feel the gauze stuffed in my mouth. He swatted my hand away and chided, “Don’t do that, you’ll make it hurt worse later.” I pouted at his warning then mumbled,”You’re no fun, Luke. Why you gotta be a buzzkill?” He chuckled at my whining and ruffled my hair as he replied, “I’m not being a buzzkill, I’m saving you from yourself.”

We managed to go through the drive through without another incident of me being a disaster, which I’m sure he was thankful for. He tugged me out of the car and urged, “Come on, let’s get you inside, silly.”

“You know, I love you so fucking much, Lukey. Like holy shit.” I mumbled, leaning into his chest. He laughed as he guided me into the living room then replied, “I love you too. We should really get you laid down before you pass out on me. Doctor said by the time you got home, you’ll be about ready to sleep.” I smiled softly at him as I landed on the couch and insisted, “No, not- not like a best friend loves their best friend. I love you like a boyfriend and girlfriend love each other.”

His eyes widened at the statement then I began to lay down on the couch as I mumbled, “Prolly shouldn’t have said that but ya know how it is. Easy goes the truth you want most exposed. The subconscious is a strange place, Luke.” He gave a shallow nod and turned out of the living room then returned with a blanket, draping it over me as my eyes began to close. Long fingers brushed my cheek briefly then I heard him murmur something to me, but the pain medicine was beginning to settle in.

When I finally came to, I was still curled up on the couch, with a blanket curled around my shoulders and a pillow clutched to my cheek. Glancing around, I realized that Luke had disappeared from the living room, leaving me to nap by myself. I groaned, pressing a tender hand to my jaw, then mumbled, “Ah fuck, right. Wisdom teeth are gone.” I pushed off the couch and stumbled into the bathroom so I could pull the bloody gauze from my mouth. I moved my bottom jaw briefly, only to regret the decision as pain struck. I groaned and clenched my eyes closed, hoping that the agony would settle down.

“Hey, you’re up. You want something to eat? I made soup.” Luke asked, leaning against the bathroom doorway. I turned at the sound of his voice and questioned, “How long was I out?” He hummed at the question, glancing down at his phone screen as it chimed, then replied, “About four hours. Not a bad nap. Come on, let’s get some food for you.”

As the week progressed, I noticed Luke had become distant. He moved away when I leaned against him, particularly when he was texting which was never an issue in our friendship. We often flocked to one another when we were chatting with friends and even potential love interests so it was strange for him to shy away.

When I entered a room, he would leave just seconds later, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of standing in the same area as me. What had happened when my wisdom teeth were pulled? Had my behavior while dealing with the pain really drove my best friend away? Or worse, did I tell him my biggest secret while I was under the influence of laughing gas and pain medicine? And if so, how long would our friendship last?

I allowed his strange behavior to continue unquestioned for another week, hoping that it was a mere coincidence that he was acting so strange so soon after my wisdom teeth surgery. But I finally caved on demanding what his problem was when I tried to hug him, only for him to sidestep me.

“Was there- did I do something wrong? Because if I did, I’d really like to know what’s causing you to act like this towards me.” I asked, stepping forward to try and meet his eyes. He turned on his heel and ran a hand through his hair before he grumbled, “So that’s why you didn’t want me to take you to the dentist. Because you were afraid of telling me the truth while you were under?” I raised an eyebrow at him and began to ask what he meant, only to pause when his words sank in.

“Oh my god, I didn’t. Please tell me that I did not say what I think you’re saying that I said.” I rushed out, not caring if it had made any sense. He flickered his gaze up to me then he snapped, “How long? How long have you been hiding the fact that you’re in love with me?”

“I’m kind of hoping that’s an optional question to answer.” I admitted, twisting my fingers together. He whipped to face me and shouted, “Goddammit, this isn’t a fucking joke to me, so quit deflecting and tell me what I want to know!” I flinched back at his anger then demanded, “Why are you so pissed that I didn’t tell you that I’m in love with you? I have a right to hide things, Luke! It’s not like you feel- never mind, just let me take my medicine.”

He stepped in front of me and held a hand up as he said simply, “Finish what you were going to say. You know me so well, tell me what you were going to say.” I glanced up at him then murmured, “It’s not like you feel the same anyway.”

“But how would you know that? You’re dismissing me before you even give me the chance to tell you how I even feel! You think I’d take just someone to the dentist? I mean- fuck! I wish you’d just let me tell you how I actually feel instead of acting like I wouldn’t give you a second of my time. I’m in love with you, dammit!” he shouted, chest heaving. My jaw dropped as we stared at one another, silence settling over our living room, then he drew in a deep breath, hissing,”I wasn’t going to confess like this. You just riled me up so fast, dammit.”

“You're in love with me?” I croaked out, surprise taking over my anger. He drew in a deep breath, as if he was preparing to give a giant speech, then he whispered, “I’ve been in love with you since high school. I just thought that you only wanted to be friends.” I cupped his face and he leaned into me, pressing his forehead against mine then I mumbled, “I thought I never stood a chance. That’s why I never made a move. I was terrified of what would happen if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Two halves of a whole idiot on the same thing, I guess.” he replied, giving a small smile. I giggled and asked, “Would my other half give me a kiss then?” He gave me a gentle kiss then assured me, “The second that you’re all healed up, I’m going to kiss you so fucking hard.”

“You better keep that promise, pretty boy.”

[tokoyamisstuff]

Tender Ch. 1 - Loki x Mute! Reader

Summary: Even though Loki doesn’t understand why the new member of the Avengers should be kind to him of all people, he doesn’t want you to stop either.

Warnings: Loki being depressed, the Avengers being kinda mean, mentions of Torture and Death

Words: ~2100

[Story Masterlist] [All of my Works]

All eyes were on him again.

As soon as Loki would step inside, the previously lively room would fall completely silent. Well, it’s not like he wasn’t used to being the involuntary kill-joy...

Usually, the God of Mischief craved attention, may it be positive or negative - most of the time being the latter. But lately, after months of having all those distrustful and hostile glares piercing holes into him, he’d rather wish for the ground to swallow him whole.

“Umm, so...I gotta go.” Natasha was the first one to flee the unpleasant atmosphere, not even putting the energy into mutter anything else than a cheap excuse on her way out. Clint wordlessly followed her close after, but not without shooting the Odinson one last, spiteful look.

Loki on the other hand was picking on his hands, a nervous habit he had inherited from his mother. As much as he tried to avoid meeting their eyes, the tensioned aura they were emitting making him feel close to breaking down completely - but he would never give them the satisfaction to witness this, he swore to himself.

And yet: Maybe he should just leave. Disappear, forever.

Although he’d never admit, Loki had grown very tired of his life following this stirr path, unable to diverge into a new direction. Everything he did would ultimately bring death and destruction upon mankind, inflicting fear in the hearts of all people.

His whole existence was based on being condemned to fail - just for others to reach their ‘glorius purpose’.

“Great” Tony scoffed. “Now they’re gone. Well done, prince of nothing.” Steve cut his friend off, clearing his throat very exaggeratedly.

The god still hadn’t moved from the doorframe of the conference room, while all others were already sitting on the oval-shaped table. He didn’t got what all that fuss was about. If Steve didn’t insist him to attend this emergency meeting, he’d just have gone about his usual business and avoided everyone as good as he could.

“C’mon, brother” Thor sighed, well knowing that if his brother was to stay in the team, it would ultimatively drive a wedge between them. All that pressure in the air was straining for everyone, including himself. 

Tony on the other hand was pretty chill about everything, aside of being passive-aggressive. This was probably due to their similar coping styles.

Even though his near-death-experience back when he stopped the Chitauri was still eating on his mental health, he’d prefer glossing over it with stupid jokes and overly confident behaviour. “No sassy remark today, Reindeer Games?”

Stark was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed as he rose an eyebrow on the god, who only muttered a hoarse “No...not today.”

Yeah, it was kind of his style to break the unsettling silence through puny comments or self-glorifying speeches, to distract from his own insecurity.

But right now, he was just so damn tired.

Of this planet and it’s people, as well as the humiliating circumstances he had to dwell in. The fact that he was a prisoner at the Stark Tower, amongst his worst enemies. Being forced by his brother to keep up this meaningless act, as if he’d ever be seen as a team member or ally - when in reality, he was but a slave to the people he once ought to reign.

Just like back on Asgard: Never one of them, never belonging. No way to break free - for his true self was something to be loathed.

However, first and foremost the one thing he was especially tired of was himself, for he couldn’t get out of his own skin. Not only could he never be considered a hero, let alone be redeemed.

After all the atrocities he had commited due to Thanos’ torture and the tesseract’s influence,  now that he woke up from that naive dream of power stilling the emptiness in his dark heart, there was nothing left for him - other than to be haunted by his crimes until the mercy of death would overcome him.

“Well” Steve began, slamming his palms on the desk to attract everyone’s attention. “As you all know, we are welcoming a new team member today.”

“They all know?” Of course they wouldn’t let him in on such sensitive information. Not that he minded either way - one Avenger more or less, it didn’t matter how many people hated him in here.

“Please, come on in.”

Loki cleared the entrance when he heared Tony’s words, turning around in anticipation of another dull creature like the Hulk to torment him - but his calm demeanour dropped completely at this unusual sight:

“Y-You?!”

That was simply not possible! The last time he had seen you was almost a year ago, and you were on the brink of death at that!

“For everyone that doesn’t know yet: Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She is one of the victims HYDRA experimented on, and they succeeded in forming an artificial mutant.”

Steve went on and on explaining about your powers, but Loki’s head had already turned on autopilot, the only thing he could concentrate on being how the hell you of all people ended up here.

All these months, he was desperately trying to get any information about you, all of his hints ultimately leading him to dead ends - and in the end, tragically believing in your imminent death.

The memories were still painfully vivid in his mind: It was his first mission together with the Avengers, at a HYDRA hideout with most likely no civil survivors.

Actually, he had planned to make his escape right when the others engaged in a fight, wandering the hallways of what resembled a torture chamber rather than a laboratory.

On the walls were several instructions, about a serum that might cause a human to mutate if they were exposed to unbearable stress - pain being the most effective method, apparently.

Yet instead of finding anything useful for his personal gain, he found you: A  beautiful woman, yet emaciated and lying in a puddle of her own blood. At first he thought you to be dead just like the others - but as soon as your faint whimpers drang to his ears, he burst the cell you were trapped in open, rushing to your side immediately.

“Shh...” the god scooped you up from the cold stone floor, wrapping his cloak around your broken body. “Everything is alright now. Your savior is here.”

Loki gasped as he felt your hand stroking his cheekbone, even through all your pain and weakness wanting to bid your hero this due respect.

“Hel...you humans are such fragile creatures...” Loki muttered under his breath, cursing his own lack of talent when it came to casting healing spells. “Hang in there, look at me!”

Your eyes were teary and bloodshot, yet not less fit to bring across a message no words ever could: Incredible gratitude, and admiration.

He could tell you were close to passing out when your hand left his face, falling limp to the side. But he held you firmly in his arms, not once stopping to utter sweet words of encouragement as he made his way to the ship, leading you into safety.

“Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man?”

Those were the words he once directed at Black Widow - but only now he understood her attempts.

Saving one person could never make up for all the lives he had destroyed - and yet he knew that for you, it would mean the world none the less.

In one way or another, with your life at his mercy, he began to finally grasp the preciousness of life, and doing everything in one’s might to protect it.

“Reindeer Games” Tony tapped on his shoulders, making Loki wake from his pondering. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t scare her away on the first day already.”

Oh.

Just now he was noticing his own grim expression, having towered over your much smaller form this whole time with furrowed brows.

“My apologies” was his firm response, but you only shook your head, trying to tell him it was not a big deal.

So this was what you looked like when you’re not imprisoned, he realized when he took in your physique.

Much to his pleasure, all of your wounds had seemingly healed, and you finally gained some much needed weight. Like this, you looked so much more healthier - and most definetly even more bewitching than he remembered you.

If people had let him know, would he have visited your sickbed, aiding you towards health again? Who knows...

Yet somehow, he dwelled in the thought of you being able to lead a happy life now that you were free - which made your decision to seek out the Avengers in wish for more battles even harder for him to accept.

“You are incredibly strong, Lady Y/N” Loki spoke firmly, everyone else rolling their eyes at his usual exaggeration - but you knew he meant every word. “Be sure of my eternal respect.” 

The God of Lies’ eyes widened in excitement when you directed a warm smile at him, knowing for sure that this one was genuine. It wasn’t like those fake smirks the other Avengers gave him out of politeness, or the mocking laughs when they were making fun of or excluding him.

No - that one was just pure affection. And it left him in awe.

“Thank you for saving me back then” you signed, just for Loki shooting you a puzzled look.

“What, I thought the all-tongue knows every language?” Tony yelled, as inconsiderate as always. Thor was quick to explain on his brother’s stead, him still being deeply invested with you. “Every spoken one, yes. ASL is not one of our fortes.”

Usually, Loki had always been a quick thinker. But right now he was to bewildered by your appearance that thinking straight was out of the question.  

What language were they speaking of? And why have you not been saying anything up until now? Maybe his presence was making you uncomfortable, after all? Should he leave on your behalf?

To make it easier for him to understand, you rolled down your turtleneck, revealing the unsighty scar that covered your whole throat.

There were not many people bold enough to come close to the God of Mischief without warning, yet suddenly you simply took his hand and slowly led it to your neck.

How could you be so naive and offer someone like him such a vital spot?! He’ll never get the human philosophy...

And yet, the flabbergasted god hesistantly let his hand run over the scar, while you opened your mouth to no avail - for 11 months already, no tone would leave your vocal cords.

“I’m incredibly sorry...” Loki whispered with a sorrowful tone, while the others just stared in disbelief. “If only I was able to heal this wound back then...”

What a puny god he was...and an even more pathetic wanna-be-hero at that...

He would try to take a few steps back, but you took a hold of his hand, squeezing it with both of yours, that cheerful smile not faltering in the slightest.

“Please, don’t be sad. I’m only alive thanks to you!” Bucky, whose cousin was mute as well, translated what you were signing for Loki. His tone sounded quite irritated, not fitting those meaningful words. “I only wanted to join the Avengers because I want to be just like you. You’re my idol!”

Those words touched him deeply, igniting a flame inside of him he thought long to be defunct. Was it hope?

Of course it was not nearly enough to pull him out of that deep, dark hole he felt trapped in for as long as he could remember - yet somehow, he now felt that it was not impossible to escape.

While the others were cringing at your declaration, making jokes about ‘choosing wrong idols’ or would plainly not believe Loki to have a positive effect on anyone, the two of you would just stare at each other in silent admiration.

Shyly, you signed yet another word for him - and this time, Loki would know what you mean from pure intuition. 

He smiled.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Loki was able to smile again, just thanks to your heartwarming welcome. And he was still blissfully unaware about what effect you could have on him, if he was brave enough to let you close.

One thing was sure: You literally had him wrapped around his finger from the very start.

[txemrn]

Did your MC struggled with either her body image or her emotions after giving birth? Was it difficult for her to get back to her old self?

Hey, Anon!

Thank you so much for the thoughtful Ask!

Before I answer...

Postpartum is such a delicate time period that unfortunately is painfully ignored here in America. We feed women delusional optimism, that having a baby is sunshine, rainbows and unicorns, and while yes, babies are a precious gift, we gotta get real! We shame women who may have negative thoughts during and after their pregnancy. We have a lack of resources to help them. Most women who deliver in the hospital are given ONE postpartum appointment @ six weeks, and they lack proper support at home. For working women, maternity leave is anywhere between 6-12 weeks, often times not paid.

Luckily, it's being talked about more... but it's like a small leak: it's not enough, and healthcare is heading in the WRONG direction. When there is that big of a shift in your life, and I'm talking your chemistry, your anatomy, your physiology, your social spheres, your responsibilities, then of course, there will be a struggle to get back to "normalcy" (there is no going back, only a new normalcy). Some women make it look flawless and others are trainwrecks. But, let's get one thing straight: this is a HUGE change for every. single. woman. Regardless of age, race, culture, education, religion, disability, etc., the struggle is REAL, and I believe here in America, we are creating the struggle by creating unrealistic expectation for our moms, attributing to their mental health, and for some, it will affect the care of their baby.

Pregnant Tatum...

She really struggled emotionally and mentally DURING the first 20 weeks of her pregnancy (keeping her bump a secret for most of that time). It's true what the say: Ignorance is bliss. Sometimes knowing too much can rob you of your joy.

But, she was proactive about this: 1) she had an honest conversation with her colleague/doctor that she was gonna need something for anxiety; 2) she has a wonderful husband who knows her so freakishly well, and before this surprise ever happened, he knew she would probably not handle pregnancy well; luckily he's a great listener, and he's very realistic; 3) she reached out to her closest friends who were already moms for support.

Postpartum Tatum...

She knew stretchmarks, loose skin and a poorly-toned belly were part of the game. She knew she was going to lose her hair, her nails would become brittle and her skin would age. She knew that panty liners would become part of her daily life if she ever wanted to sneeze or cough again. She knew the 25-35 lb weight-gain would not disappear when the baby was born. She knew her breasts would chap, blister and bleed, not to mention lose their volume and tone.

"But when you see your baby, it'll be worth it."

Now that she has gone through the experience herself, she has 2 words: bull. shit. Now hold on; don't come for me. Tatum would gladly lay down her life for that precious one; but guilting a woman for being honest about her experience is bullshit. "Oh, quit your whining; you got a baby." Come. On.

Because she sought out support before the sudden change in her life, the initial rough moments of motherhood were few and far between. She has her low moments still where she feels absolutely inadequate as a mother (mom shame is REAL), as a wife, and as a physician. She gets frustrated with the size and shape of her body, sometimes too embarrassed to even expose herself in front of Ethan. Not to over simplify the "cure", but when she starts taking care of herself, that awful voice of self-hate goes away.

The journey into motherhood is quite the challenge, and Tatum experienced it first hand. She still believes it isn't for everyone, and every woman deserves to make that choice for herself. Motherhood was unexpected... but knowing how perfectly baby Ramsey fits into the family, she is grateful for how everything fell into place at the right time. And the love that she has for that little one is indescribable, not to mention that her love for Daddy Ramsey has grown exponentially.

Thank you again for including me on this Ask! I cannot wait to explore in more detail the Ramseys becoming parents.

[mydekuacademia]

nsfw alphabet for tenya iida?

Sure!

C, D, K, and T found here

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hes very by-the-book with aftercare. He'll get you a glass of water, wipe you down with a washcloth, make sure you're comfortable, but he's not the best with the more intimate aspect of aftercare. He definitely gets better with it over time

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

He loves your face and hands. Face because he adores your expressions, and hands because he loves loves LOVES holding them

on him, maybe this is overplayed, but he likes his legs. Not necessarily his calves, but overall. He knows theyre strong and hes proud of it

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

No experience whatsoever lol. He used to be such a straight edge student that he didnt even consider having sex until marriage, but after the Stain incident, he loosens up a lot. Its slow going, but he gradually accepts his desires and gains some experience with you

F: Favorite Position

Doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, honestly p much anything. The straight edged ones are always the kinky ones

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

99.9% of the time, hes completely serious. The only time he wont be is if he had a very stressful day and wants to let loose with you. Even then, he isnt cracking jokes or anything

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Extremely well-trimmed and shaped. To Iida, it's just another part of good hygiene, so he really really prefers to keep himself well-groomed. Even if you prefer more hair, he probably wont budge

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

So intimate like holy shit. Hes constantly caressing your cheek and brushing your hair aside and peppering small kisses along your exposed skin. His first priority is to make you feel loved, so it's rarely just mindless fucking

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He only masturbates maybe once a month, and only to take care of the biological need. He doesnt have the highest sex drive, so its not a huge thing for him

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bed, mostly. He has a reputation to uphold as the class rep, so he wont risk having sex in a place you could get caught. Absolutely no common room or empty classroom. The most adventurous place hed be willing to try is a locked closet, but even thats a big maybe

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you really embody what a hero should be, healthy communication, when you show passion for anything, and if you help him wrangle the class. That last one especially 😎

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Watersports or scat, gunplay, knifeplay

Theres not too much hes 100% against tbh

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers receiving over giving. At first, it was because he was insecure over his lack of knowledge of how to give oral, but when he learns how to do it, he realizes he generally just prefers receiving. That doesnt mean he wont eat you out/suck you off like his life depends on it tho

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Hes Sonic, hes gotta go fast. He is at least gentle about it tho

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hes fine with them. He knows hero life is busy and there isnt always a chance to take your time, so hes totally chill with quickies

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Totally down to experiment with kinks and fetishes. As stated before though, he wont be risky with locations or try any of his 100% nos

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He'll last as long as you can go. You last for 2 rounds? Okay. 5 rounds? Hes still good. Only 1? Thats fine.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

My god, Iida can tease the hell out of you when hes in the mood. His favorite way of doing so is restraining your hands and making you watch as he strokes himself. If hes feeling nice, he might put a vibe on you while doing so

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He likes to whisper in your ear during sex. He doesnt moan or grunt a lot, but mans will talk to you p often

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He lowkey wants to have an orgy with the dekusquad, but he'd absolutely never say so

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Hes b i g and thicque. Definitely over average and girthy enough that its a complete necessity to really prep you every time

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not really that high tbh. He enjoys sex, but he doesnt often actively seek it out. He'll have sex with you if hes bored or wants physical affection or if you want it

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he really went for it, he falls asleep pretty fast. Otherwise, he can stay awake for a long time

[low-budget-korra]

Lets talk about Korra (again)

i already made this analysis, and it was well received but i dont know, i wanna do it again. Why not right? My english is better now than was when i made that analysis so i think  this one will be better written

What a way to introduce a protagonist. This line and this scene tell us everything we need to know about Korra at that time and everything she knew about herself.

In book one Korra is a 17′s old teenager who have no idea how the world, how life is outside the training center she grew up in and had been locked up since ever. So she is not only naive but have lack of social skills

Oh, and not everyone who lack’s social skills will act like Zuko and Azula okay? Korra can be confident, expressive and outgoing and still have problems when it comes to social skills.One thing dont exclude the other.

“I’m the Avatar and you gotta deal with it” did you guys notice that only for that line we can see the entire opposite on how she treat her role as avatar in comparisson with Aang? And im not here to judge because is two very different contexts.

As far as we know, Korra grew up without friends or romantic partners. Of course, she had her training partners but i believe that they are just that. 

So her entarely perception of herself was around her duty as Avatar, she didnt have personal life, she barely was Korra...She was The avatar and thats that.

So she came to Republic City, it was a mess. 

Its funny to see that she have no touch when it comes to simply talk to people, i guess when you grew up away from society, this happens. And yes, she is cocky and had to learn that people arent there to somewhat please her, and she learned that quicky. 

Thats why the Pro Bending was important for her character, not only for training but also as means of socilization.

Now lets talk about the villains: Amon and Tarrlok

The two of them represents two differents threats to Korra. Amon represents a threat to her duty as Avatar while Tarrlok represents a threat to Korra as a person.

In episode 4 we have what i still thinks is the darker episode from TLOK. In this episode Amon ambushes Korra in the final moments... Even knowing that they did their best to make Amon’s power and control be non-sexualized as possible still...He have her down on her knews, totally helpless and he even invades Korra’s personal space by touching in her face forcing her to look at him. He didn't have to sexually touch her to violate her.

And right after, the fear in Tenzin voice when asking what happened after seeing her laying in the ground like that, and how Korra is sobing in his arms teeling him how powerless and helpless she felt. I mean...Oh, and she keeps terryfied by him until he takes her bending.

Tarrlok in the  other hand doesnt do much different from his brother and started to harass Korra because he cant take ‘no’ as a answer when Korra didnt wanted to join his task force.

Whats interesting is that if it wasnt for Tarrlok harassement and maniputation, Korra wouldnt have joined his task force and wouldnt have confronted Amon and wouldn't have gone through that terrible encounter.

The thing is that Korra is caught right in the middle of a politcal power dispute over the city, something that she for sure wasnt prepare for it. And both Amon and Tarrlok woud hurt or kill her without think twice about it if that means gain  power. And that was exacly what happened

Tarrlok tried to manipulate her and keep her on leash where he could, and when his tatics didnt worked anymore he alreay had a plan B. Yes that whole metal box in that cabin in the middle of nowhere was made especifically for her and maybe Tenzin if he also get in his way.

In the end Korra lost the physical battle against both but won the ethical battle also against both. She was the responsable for expose both of them as corrupted and hypocrites. But at what price? Amon was able to remove the bends of the Avatar. And without them, how could she be the Avatar?

Remember that her entirely conception of herself was built around her duty as Avatar, be the avatar. After all, everything she was, everything she'd trained so hard for, had been destroyed in minutes. Thats why i still strongly believe that she was thinking about killing herself at the end, nobodys goes all sad and crying to in front of a clifft without thinking about jumping from it. 

But she, i think given up the idea and just sit and started to crying when Aang appeared and help her, giving her bendings back in one of the best scenes of the show. So after have everything solve and still managed to get the boy she was in love with, things where great and she “move on”

In that first half, Korra is unbearable. Everything she learned in Book 1 how to be more mature, less spoiled and all, was thrown in the trash and she was the same "child" of the book one only worse.

Until I stopped and realized that I was also unbearable and childish like this when I had my bad phases of anxiety and depression, as defense mechanism and keep people away. Returning to Korra, and if this way of acting of her was nothing more than this defense mechanism?

Because guess what, i dont think she “move on” from all that happened in Book One that fast, and for add more drama she discovered that was her father idea of keeping her locked up training in that training center we saw in book one and not traveling like avatars before her. No wonder she felt betrayed. And for adding even more drama, people still keep treating her like child, so she was despered for some validation. Something that she found in her uncles arms but she was betrayed by him after.

In the end, Korra again goes through a traumatic experience when she has her connection with past lives destroyed. We see how it affected her when she apologizes to Tenzin, through tears. And Tenzin, as the excellent master he is, tries to motivate her to face Vaatu again (now merged with Unalaq, her uncle) and again she saves the day even after go throught a traumatic event

In the final moments, we see the innocent decision to reconnect the world of spirits and the world of men. And we also see Korra and Mako permanently end their turbulent relationship.

Book 3 begins in a more mature, we see all the characters being presented in a more mature way and it seems that Korra now has overcome everything that has passed. We have the relationship between Korra and Asami deepening as well

In Book 3, called "Change" we have a great sacrifice from Korra. Her life goes down a notch when she decides to save the new airbenders from Zaheer and the Red Lotus, the only villain until now that really threat her life since their sole goal was to kill the avatar.

Korra won again but this time victory costed way too much. Yes she save the day again but now she was  physically and psychologically defeated. It was too much, she broke.

Book 4 begins and we only saw Korra in the final minutes and she is unrecognizable. We see that, once proud and courageous avatar, in someone depressed and cowerd. We never have saw Korra like that, even when she was afraid of Amon she wasnt like that.

Korra is afraid of being the Avatar again and her fight against PTSD is still one of the most sensitive, responsable and honest representation of Mentall Issues that i saw, and it was before this subject gain more space on media. It was before people started to give attention to this

I also think that she was having flashs from her other fights and not only the one against Zaheer.

Another thing I think is worth mention is that Korra took 3 years to feel safer and re-embrace her duties as Avatar. It was not 3 weeks or 3 months, it was 3 years. And anyone who suffers from some mental illness knows very well the stigma that is, the fight that is, because everyone wants you to be well faster as possible  when the truth is that many times you spend years fighting against this.  And this is a pressure that falls on you.Imagine, seeing all your friends moving forward while you continue "stock in the same place"?

Only after Korra confronts Zaheer, I think that was a way to show her coping with the trauma, she improves to the point of returning to be the great Avatar we know. I personally still struggles with this scene because put the victim in front of her agressor may not be the best idea but i understand that she needed to see that he was just a man and not the invencible monster her mind was telling her

One of the lines that stuck with me the most was in the TLOK version of the ember island players, the one that made a recap of the show before the finale. When Korra said “I was so naive” just before we watch her narration of her journey, we can feel pain, sadness and strenght. Janet was amazing in the way the delivered this line.

And this fucking quote i saw here on tumblr still is the goat: “The Last Airbender is a story of a boy who becomes a god. The Legend of Korra is the story of a goddess who becomes a girl "

And I still get really pissed when someone comes to talk shit about  Korra because she is such an incredible heroine and her journey is also so incredible.

The story of how life can be hard and unfair, how it can hurt and paralyze, but there is always a reason to move on. We should always move on.

Korra is definitely not weak, quite the opposite, she is one of the if not the strongest heroine I have ever seen. Korra inspires overcoming 

[siren-dragon]

Cultural Studies -- The Cat Returns fanfic

Hello again, guess who wrote another one-shot! Anyway, this prompt came to me (along with several others, lol) so I decided to write something for it. Also, big thanks to everyone who enjoyed my first story. Also, Haru’s outfit is based on the yukata from the Love Nikki game and I may draw something for this story at a later date. Anyway, please enjoy!

AO3 story link    Tagging: @mysticsoulgirl

Prompt: Summer Fireworks Festival

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Though the Sanctuary, and by extension the Cat Bureau itself, experienced many a visitor wishing for assistance with one thing or another- it wasn’t exactly a stationary place. True, anyone could follow Muta from the Crossroads and through the twists and turns of Japan’s alleys to locate the entryway arch, but that wasn’t truly the Bureau’s physical location. Anyone who was in need could find the Sanctuary entrance, all they had to do was merely look for it. So, while Baron was not unaccustomed to a variety of clients (even if the quantity seemed to have diminish over the years), it was always a study in new cultures when a guest appeared. Even when the cat figurine made a point to be open and courteous to a visitor, there were often a few things he gained new knowledge of.

“A fireworks festival? I’m afraid I’ve not heard of such a thing before.” He spoke, handing Haru a now size-appropriate cup thanks to the Bureau’s magic.

The dark brunette offered a small word of thanks and a bright smile before continuing. “Really? Oh, they’re great fun. Originally it was started as a festival for the dead; to mourn the lost one while celebrating life. But nowadays it’s just a fun activity to watch while eating festival food with friends.”

“Did I hear someone mention food?” Muta spoke, closing the front door behind him. “Hey Chicky, you bring any snacks with you today?”

From the upstairs balcony came a snort of displeasure. “You ever think of anything aside from your stomach,” Toto drawled, rolling his eyes at the cat’s one-track mind.

“What was that birdbrain?!”

“Oh, come on, think of a new insult piggy-cat!”

Before the fight could escalate anymore Haru, now a more convenient size for Baron’s home, rose from her seat on the sofa and lifted a bag where the scent of sugar and fresh fruit wafted throughout the room. “If you two are going to fight, then Baron and I will eat this by ourselves- including the mulberries I got special for you Toto.”

Both cat and crow immediately silenced themselves before tossing a glare at the other, “You got lucky, big chicken.”

“Sure thing, marshmallow.”

Baron sighed, taking out the necessary cutlery before Muta decided to forego the use of utensils. “Muta, have you experienced such festivals in the Human Realm?”

“What festivals?”

“The fireworks festival coming up this weekend,” Haru clarified as she handed Toto the collection of mulberries she brought.

It was here that the ex-con feline grinned, “oh yeah. Gotta love summer festivals in Japan with all their fried food and sweets. Best time to be a cat.”

Toto snickered, “why am I not surprised; you only think from your stomach.”

“Shut up!”

“There’s also games where you can win prizes and some shops as well. And at the end there is large fireworks show everyone watches to celebrate the summer season.” It was here that Haru’s excited smile seemed to dim slightly, “I was going to go with Hiromi, but she has a family reunion to attend. And my Mom will be out of town during that weekend- so I’ll just be watching it from my house.”

As a figurine being made out of wood, anything associated with fire was typically something Baron tried to actively avoid. And while he would deny it fervently later onto a rather smug looking Muta and Toto, the slightly disheartened expression on Haru’s face sent a rather unpleasant sensation through his chest sent nearly all thoughts of self-preservation out the window. It reminded him of their previous adventure in the Cat Kingdom; with her clad in a fine, pale-yellow gown and wearing a look of absolute despair despite it having been her so called “wedding day”. And so, it was not 2 seconds later that he found the words tumbling from his lips without any kind of second thought.

“Perhaps we can accompany you to this festival instead, Haru.”

That certainly caused the brunette to stare at him in surprise, yet a spark of joy danced within her caramel eyes. “Really? You guys would want to go with me?”

“Hey, if there’s food then you can count me in.” Muta shrugged, finishing his slice of chiffon cake.

Toto nodded, “I’m sure it’d be a great experience; what with the lack of clients to the Bureau.”

Haru beamed brightly with sheer delight, “Thank you everyone, I’m sure you all will love it!”

When Haru had finally left for the day, a definite spring in her step, Muta couldn’t help but turn a sly grin to his fellow feline. “Well, that was rather generous of you to volunteer us for something you didn’t even know about till 30 minutes ago.”

“I’m not sure what you are inquiring Muta. It was quite clear that Miss Haru was looking forward to this festival and it would be unbecoming of a gentleman to allow her to merely remain home alone and miss the event entirely.”

Toto nodded, “I have to say, I agree with Baron on this one. But I don’t think it was that difficult to persuade you after that melancholic expression crossed her face.”

Baron gave a displeased frown to his colleague’s rambunctious laughter, which did nothing to hide the slight tint of pink beneath his cream-colored fur. Honestly, since when was chivalrous behavior become a source of mockery? And yet… the sight of Haru’s joyful smile was more than worth it.

“So, are you going to wear a yukata?”

“A what?”

That answer only made the hefty white cat laugh louder.

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“Muta… are you quite sure that this garment is placed on correctly.”

“If the picture is anything to go by, then yeah. Besides; you can’t wear a suit with tails to a summer festival- you’ll stick out too much.” The large cat answered, glancing down at the newspaper advertisement in his hands before looking back to his much shorter friend. “Hmm, I think that’s right.”

“You idiot, tie for the sash is supposed to be in the back.” Toto commented, taking the advertisement with his beak to compare the image to Baron’s new attire. “See, there isn’t a giant bow in the front.”

“Okay first, it’s called an obi and second, stop butting in birdbrain!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you knew what you were doing, fluff-ball!”

Baron was going to attempt to silence their bickering before the sash about his waist loosened slightly causing the robe to flutter open and expose part of his chest and collarbone before the ginger feline took hold of the garment’s sides and quickly held them closed. He briefly wondered if it would perhaps be better to merely wear his typical suit before a knock sounded on the door- halting Muta and Toto’s argument. The crow quickly flew toward the door and swiftly opened the door to reveal Haru. She too was clad in a traditional yukata of navy blue with ivory and cream-colored stars swirling around a crescent moon at the hem of the dress before continuing upward. The sash wrapped around her waist took on a pale blue color while the right sleeve of her dress shifted colors; with the stars now dark and the fabric white shade. Though her hair was cut short, it was still pinned back by a blue, yellow, and orange silk flower with the latter two colors matching the shade of his own fur. To be perfectly honest, she looked quite breath-taking.

“Baron are you wearing a yukata?” She grinned, noticing his change of attire immediately which only made the statuette cling to the folds of the loosened robe all the more tightly. “I didn’t even know you had one!”

“Well, Muta saw fit to inform me this is the traditional attire for a summer festival so it is a recent addition to my wardrobe. However, I seem to be having a bit of trouble actually dressing.” He answered, unable to prevent the sigh from leaving his lips at his current dishevelment.

Haru giggled, placing her small bag on the sofa before approaching him. “Don’t worry, it’s always challenging for a first-timer. Here, you just need a little bit of adjusting…”

Despite his attempt to remain calm at the innocent offer, Baron couldn’t help the heat rushing to his face as Haru approached and began shifting the obi about his waist he had attempted to tie on earlier. He still kept his hand clenched about the folds of the yukata as Haru expertly straightened the robe, to which he gave her a very grateful smile. Soon he was now properly clothed, even wearing the haori properly before Haru stepped back to admire her handy work (though Baron felt a slight twinge of disappointment at her shift away from him). “There we go, a perfect fit.”

“Thank you, Haru. And may I say, you look lovely as well.”

She beamed at his reply as she moved to retrieve her bag. “Thanks Baron. But if you wanted to wear a yukata, I could have helped you find one.”

Muta shook his head, “that would have ruined the surprise Chicky. Plus, nothing was more amusing than watching Baron try to put it on.”

“As always, your assistance is greatly appreciated Muta.” Baron replied dryly, remembering the past hour where both his friends tried to guide him in how to wear the clothes.

As they walked through the archway of the Sanctuary, Muta walked ahead of them now on all fours while Toto took to the skies. However, as soon as Baron exited alongside Haru, he grew till he was once more a head taller than the dark-haired young woman instead of a foot-tall figurine. But the fact that his feline appearance remained gave Haru pause- knowing most would not really take the appearance of a half-cat man kindly (even if people believed it to be a ridiculously realistic mask). But it seemed her thoughts were rather evident on her face, because Baron was quick to assuage her fears. “Do not worry Haru, there is a spell in place masking my real appearance. You are the only one who can see the truth.”

“I didn’t know you can use such spells, Baron.” She asked curiously.

He nodded, offering his arm to her which she gladly accepted. “Yes, though I am afraid they are only temporary. But I thought this would make our evening engagement far more enjoyable without any disturbances from bewildered onlookers.”

“It’s no trouble at all, actually I think it’s a good idea. It does make me curious as to how your disguise looks.”

Baron paused and gestured to the glass window of a shop they were walking past, “see for yourself.”

Turning to the window, Haru looked at Baron’s reflection nearly jumped in alarm upon not seeing the familiar feline characteristics she had come to cherish. Instead, the face of a young man who looked a few years older than herself gazed back at her from the reflection. His hair was a light tawny blonde the same shade as Baron’s fur, perfectly coiffed to suit the Creation’s usual debonair attire. Where once fur and whiskers existed was now fair skin and a rather amused smile taking in her slightly bewildered expression. Yet despite the disguise, Haru took comfort in the fact that Baron’s eyes were still the same shade of mint-green.

“That is rather impressive, if a bit shocking at first.” She laughed a little nervously.

Baron frowned, “does it bother you too much?”

“No, it’s not that,” she answered with a shake of her head before beaming up at him. “I just prefer you the way you are, that’s all.”

It was the second time in the past few days that Baron found his words failing him once again at her kind, yet honest words.

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Perhaps the first thing that caught Baron’s attention were the vibrant banners illuminated by dozens of lights and lanterns. The street was lined with colorful booths, each hosting a different attraction as friends and families traveled back and forth to every single one. It was a rather jarring change from the peace and quiet of the Cat Bureau, but as he glanced down at the excited grin on Haru’s face as she enthusiastically explained each booth’s function, Baron couldn’t help the pleased smile drifting across his face. “So then, what would you recommend we do first?”

“Food, I’m starving!” Muta cried from about their legs before he bolted down the street, causing several people to laugh at the rather large cat obviously following the scent of frying food. “Takoyaki, here I come!”

Haru laughed, “well, food always is a good choice. Though we’d best pace ourselves, festival food is great, but not exactly healthy.”

“Then I shall follow your lead, Haru.” Baron added, glancing around briefly with a bit of confusion drifting across his face, “I must admit, I thought a fireworks festival would have more of that particular attraction.”

“That happens at the end of the night, mainly because it’ll be darker and it’ll give us a chance to see most of the booths before we have to find seats to watch the fireworks. But we’d best find Muta before he manages to pilfer too many snacks.”

Baron chuckled, “I think it’s more of his charming attitude that wins him such favors.”

Haru couldn’t help but laugh at that, and judging from the faint cawing above their heads, Toto heard it as well. “Well, we’d best hurry before that charm gets a bit carried away.”

The couple soon found their way further into the festival and managed to find Muta, who looked rather smug at having charmed a piece of taiyaki from a group of teenage girls. True to her word, Haru managed to procure a few treats for them all to try, ranging from takoyaki to kakigori to some onigiri before they walked to where Toto waited upon a nearby but isolated tree. Muta had nearly claimed all of the takoyaki while Toto took a liking to the plain onigiri and the roasted chestnuts Baron was eating. Though Baron was not overly found of the deep-fried food, he couldn’t deny that the kakigori Haru offered was quite delicious.

As the sun soon sank below the horizon and the sky turned dark with the coming night, many people started moving away from the bright lights of the festival stalls to await the oncoming fireworks display. “We don’t really want to be too close to all the larger crowds, so we’ll stay on the outskirts instead.” Haru informed them, taking a seat beside the grass. “And I wanted to thank you guys again, for coming with me.”

“Nonsense Haru, this was most enjoyable and we were happy to accompany you.”

“Even though you had to forgo your suit?” She replied with a teasing grin.

Baron gave a slightly sheepish look, “I will admit that dressing did pose quite the challenge, but well worth the effort.”

“Even still, thank you for being such a good sport about it. And I’m glad you had a good time.” Haru chimed happily, turning to look at the ever-growing groups awaiting the final event of the festival. “Hopefully we’ll be able to see everything with so many people…”

“Well, we merely need a seat with a view; and I believe I may have a solution.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The ginger gentle-cat only offered her a hand with a secret smile, “Just trust me.”

At the familiar words, Haru rested her hand upon his and watched as the world around them seemed to stretch upward as her height plummeted to its usual size whenever she visited the Bureau. Toto then landed beside them, offering a place upon his back with Baron holding on tightly the Stone Creations black feathers and Haru wrapping her arms about his waist. Once they were situated on the now gigantic crow, Toto rose high into the air (though not before snatching Muta in his claws much to the large cat’s displeasure while muttering something that sounded like “always a showoff.”) before gliding through the evening sky.

They were only flying for a few minutes before a high-pitched whistle sounded only to be followed by a large explosion of white and gold lights as the fireworks show began. Haru watched in silent amazement as they soared the atmosphere as each of the colorful illuminations danced around them like falling stars. She a joyful laugh at sheer sight of the fireworks show from a literal bird’s eye perspective, “alright, now this is a view.”

“I must agree,” Baron added, though it was hard to hear over the sound of the fireworks.

Moving her head forward, Haru placed a gentle kiss upon Baron’s fur-covered cheek before leaning to rest her cheek against his back. “Just for the record, this is the best fireworks festival I’ve ever been to.”

And for the third time in Haru’s presence, Baron found himself at a loss for words as a pleasing warmth started to overcome his face. Yet as he turned to watch the brilliant lights display with the young woman beside him, he had to admit that it certainly was an enjoyable evening.

[mrsalwayswrite]

Filthy Tease (Eugene Roe x f!reader)

I meant for this to be a spicy Roe piece but it kinda of took a different route than anticipated... oops? Anyway, i wanna dedicate this to @saritanotserena for giving me the idea but also cuz she is amazing! (sorry if this is awful, i still think i’m terrible at smut) also, not super edited cuz we die like men, alright?

Warning: sexual content- teasing & fingering & my poor attempts at dirty talk

Words:3700

Tag list: @happyveday @saritanotserena @sydney-m @evelynshelby

 There were many things most people were not aware of in regards to Easy Company's Eugene Roe. For example, he was terrified of bees. But instead of running away screaming, he would freeze and not move, barely breathing until he felt safe enough to move. Also, the man was obsessed with strawberries. He would pick them any day over chocolate or any other kind of dessert. When alone, he enjoyed quietly quoting poetry. He never did it in front of the men, for fear they would mock him. The biggest secret that would surprise people though?

 Eugene Roe was a filthy tease whose lips dripped sin and hands brought you to heaven with their touch. 

 And you were well acquainted with this side of him. 

 In Albourne, the replacements had begun calling you 'mama bear' shortly after you punched a Sergeant from a different company, who was picking on one of Easy's replacements. You also had the habit of checking up on them and trying to teach them extra things that training left out. You did not mind the nickname. Honestly, you thought it was sweet how all the boys took to you so. Since most of the Toccoa guys did not want anything to do with the replacements, you stepped up. 

 Unfortunately, all this extra attention from the replacements seemed to spark unnecessary jealousy from Roe. In the quiet moments you two managed to sneak away, you always tried to remind and show him how he was the only man who caught your eye. You would shower him with words of affection, hold him close and kiss him until he forgot his worries. You both hated that you had to keep your relationship a secret. You tried to remind him that this was only temporary. One day you could kiss and hold hands in public. One day you could stand before him in a white dress. One day you would make others jealous with the overwhelming love you had for each other. 

 But that was not today. Or in any sense of the foreseeable future. So you kept your relationship secret and tried to keep your affections on a slow simmer as to not alert the rest of the company. 

 After you started gaining more attention from the replacements, after you started spending more time with them…. Roe changed his tactics in reminding you of who always stole your breath and made you feel like a goddess on earth. 

 And that was how you learned he was a filthy tease. 

 It started off with simple things. He would walk past you and let his hand caress your ass for a fleeting moment before moving on to avoid drawing notice to the pair of you. Or if you sat next to one another to eat, he would place his hand on your knee or thigh underneath the table, giving you an occasional squeeze. If your hair got in your face, he would tenderly tuck it behind your ear or adjust your cap if your hands were full. It was sweet how tactical he was. Always seeking for a way to subtly touch you. 

 Then one day, you were walking with a couple of replacements back from the firing range, having been helping them with their accuracy. You saw Roe approaching, hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on you. He commented how he needed your advice for something and so you innocently followed him towards the small aid station set up in Albourne, having waved goodbye to the replacements. 

 As you passed a huge stack of empty boxes next to a brick building, he pushed you off the road and behind the boxes. You slammed against the brick wall, shock making you unable to cry out or demand about his actions. He had never been rough with you before. Concern and anger warned in you, unsure if something was wrong with him or he was being an asshole. When you leaned back, ready to demand what was going on, your words were cut off by his mouth covering yours and his tongue slipping between your lips. His body pressed against you, pinning you between him and the brick wall behind you. His mouth and touch dominated you, bringing you to the brink and turning you into a puddle of desire. Just as a whine left your throat, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most, he pulled back. Through the haze of lust, you could see his lips swollen, eyes dilated, and chest rising and falling rapidly, matching your own. 

 "What…?" You stumbled out, your mind and body quaking with need. 

 "That's so ya don't forget." Even his voice was affected, more husky than normal. God, it sounded delicious and you wanted to taste it from the source again. 

 "Forget… forget what?"

 "Who makes ya feel good. Who can please ya… and who always wants ya." He stepped back, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "See ya later, chéri." Then he walked away, back onto the road, hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened. As if he had not left you aching in need and obscenely wet. 

 You stayed there against the brick wall for longer than you would ever care to admit. Your heart hammered in your chest, the ache in your belly at an almost painful level, your breathing heavy in anticipation for what you thought was to come. But now you stood there… alone… and horny. 

 You thought maybe this was just a one-time thing. He had never done anything like this before. 

 Oh, how wrong you were. 

 A couple days later you sat in the back of a lecture room, Nixon at the front talking about something very important. But you could not hear a word he was saying. Oh no, because Eugene Roe was sitting next to you, whispering in your ear about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you in quite explicit terms. Half the stuff he whispered, you wondered where he even got the ideas. Soon enough, his words seeped into your mind as he painted such lewd images of the two of you. You had to press your thighs tightly together to deal with the growing ache. Something you were positive he noticed and delighted in. At one point, he even drew his finger slowly up from your knee to your hip as he whispered about sneaking into Sink's office and letting him fuck you over the man's desk. Once the lecture was over, Roe just gave you a wink and easily got up to walk away with the others heading out. You had to sit there for several minutes, taking long, deep breaths to try and will away the flush over your skin and suppress the pooling desire in your belly. 

 You could not decide if you loved or hated this new side of Roe. 

 Another time he asked for your help, that he might practice a new technique he read about in one of his medical books. You laid down on one of the beds in the aid station. The quiet chatting of a couple of the other medics behind the half-wall curtain filled the otherwise silent air from the other side of the station. Roe snuck a quick kiss to your lips making you giggle quietly and the two of you easily fell into a light-hearted conversation about a party being set up for the enlisted. Though as you two kept talking and he practiced wrapping and unwrapping various parts of your body, his hands began to…. wander. His fingers skimmed up your thighs, moving teasingly close to your groin then darting away. 

 At first you thought it was an accident and paid no mind, but after a couple times, you realized he was doing it on purpose. When you called him out on it, he pretended to have no idea what you were talking about. Then he told you he needed to practice working on a chest wound. Next thing you knew, he had the top several buttons of your army-issued jacket open, and he was laying a bandage on your exposed skin. His hands roamed across your chest, brushing your breasts with firm strokes. At one point he murmured something about giving you morphine and pretended to jab a syringe into your thigh; but as his hand moved back up, it grazed over your sex, leaving a fiery trail up your torso and back to your chest in its wake.  

 "Gene…" you moaned, unable to take it anymore, wriggling underneath his touch seeking friction. 

 He hushed you, wicked eyes glancing towards where the others were in the aid station. "Ya gotta keep quiet, pretty lady. Can ya do that for me?"

 You nodded but it was only half-hearted, your mind already drawing in the euphoric hunger he induced in you. His hands worked you- skimming, fondling, cupping and teasing- in all the ways that soon left you a quivering mess, biting down on your hand to keep the lascivious moans at bay. 

 The whole time he complimented and whispered to you, saying things that only seemed to heighten the experience. "Doin' so good, mon chéri, look at ya. Beautiful." Or "gotta keep quiet, pretty lady." Or "just imagine when I do this to ya, but with my tongue… I know ya taste so damn good. How's that feel, darlin'?"

 Finally, you were toeing the edge, body desperate to fall off that cliff. Your body vibrated with maddening want. "Gene, please…." You begged without shame; the desire, the need too great for you to care. 

 "Shhh...can't let 'em see ya like this." He cooed, one hand cupping your cheek while the other fondled your breast. "This is for me only, yeah? Say it, chéri."

 "Just you… just you, Gene."

 "Mmm… good girl." Then he finally slipped his skilled hand into your pants and pushed you off the edge. Your body drowned in bliss, mind hazy with pleasure. 

 This went on for weeks. Any opportunity he could pull you into a dark corner, push you against a wall, touch you, or drive you wild… he took full advantage of. 

 To everyone else, he still remained the quiet, slightly reclusive medic with a heart of gold and healing hands. 

 But to you… he was a fallen angel with the sole purpose to tempt you with that delightful Cajun accent and take control of you with those sinful lips and magical hands. 

 ***

 The atmosphere in the pub was jovial. Glenn Miller played in the background from the radio. The many voices of the paratroopers filled the pub, overshadowing the famous artist. The place reeked of beer, cigarette smoke and testosterone.  

 Buck, Luz, Toye and Heffron played darts in the corner. A few of the other Toccoa men heckled them and laughed at their own jokes, ignoring the replacements scattered about. The divide between Toccoa men and replacements felt like a terrible chasm. You tried to bridge it though. Floating between both parties, you laughed and cracked jokes with everyone while sipping on your beer. 

 This was the first time you had worn your WAAC uniform in months, reviving fond memories at its feel and look. You had started in the WAAC but then threw a series of unexpected encounters and circumstances, you eventually found yourself at Camp Toccoa training to be a paratrooper. Now, it felt odd to be wearing a skirt, stockings and kitten heels. You had become so used to your dirty ODs. Tonight though, you donned your skirt and heels, even going so far to put on some red lipstick. Who knew when the next chance you would have to dress up would be?

 "Come on, just one dance." Simmons was begging from the seat beside you, his boyish charm on full display, enhanced by the dimples in his cheeks. 

 You laughed, more amused than annoyed by his persistence. "No, if I dance with you then everyone else will expect a dance too."

 "Give it up, Peter." Burkle chuckled. "Mama bear ain't going out there."

 You pointed a finger at the dark-haired replacement across the table. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Frank."

 "Ya hear 'bout the man who got caught joy-ridin' the other day?" Ralph Nestor changed the topic thankfully, leaning forward against the table, ready to spread the latest gossip. 

 Taking another sip of your beer, you listened but scanned the crowd around you. It was about time for you to move on to the next group. 

 As if sensing a pair of eyes burning into you, you swiveled your head trying to locate the gaze. It did not take long for you to meet the eyes of Eugene Roe. He sat with Spina and a few others at a table on the other side of the bar. He subtly tapped the empty spot next to him after he caught your eye. A warmth filled you. It was stupid since you knew he loved you but even here amongst a crowd, he wanted you by his side. 

 "Well, I'm off, fellas. Don't get too drunk tonight please… and if you do, make sure to keep all your clothes on. I'm looking at you, Private Burkle." You teased, watching the young man's face redden at the reminder, while the others laughed. Standing up, you brushed your skirt down, still unused to the feeling after so long. 

 "Yes, mama bear." A couple of them chorused. 

 You smiled. As you reached forward to grab your half-full beer glass, a hand slipped into yours and spun you around into a solid chest. "What?"

 Simmons held your hand as he placed his other on your waist. "Come on, one dance. I'll even keep my hands to myself."

 "Your hands wander at all, there's at least thirty men here who will rip your hands off for me if I ask."

 "Oh believe me, I know." He squeezed your hand, a cheeky smile on his face. "Please?"

 "Simmons, give it up!" Nestor said. "I see your platoon Sergeant looking over here."

 That got Simmons to freeze, glancing over his shoulder to see Guarnere with eyes narrowed at the two of you. 

 You laughed, pushing away from the replacement. "Better not piss your platoon Sergeant off. I'll be back for my glass." Swiftly, you moved in the direction of the bathroom, sending a wink Guarnere's way and receiving one in return. 

 The women's bathroom was small and cramped with two stalls, barely room to move, and a small counter with a sink. Either women did not frequent this pub much or this was awkwardly small to discourage women from lounging and socializing in here away from men. In your mind, it could go either way honestly. 

 After you finished your business, you stood at the sink washing your hands. The cool water soothed your skin after the heat in the pub. Looking up in the mirror, you saw your lipstick had faded and was slightly smudged. Most likely from the beer glass. Carefully, you tried to fix it using the tip of your finger. It seemed absurd, with everything you had been through- the training and combat you had seen- for you to be standing here worried about your smudged lipstick. Perhaps it would not have felt so odd if you stayed in the WAAC instead of joining the paratroopers. 

 Behind you, the bathroom door opened which surprised you. You thought you had been the only woman at the pub tonight. Maybe a few local women showed up? You looked up into the mirror, prepared to greet the woman. After the person stepped through, your jaw dropped and eyes widened. For it was not a local woman in a pretty dress that stepped in.  

 It was Eugene Roe. 

 "What are you doing in here, Gene?" You looked at him through the mirror. "Is the men's bathroom full?"

 Instead of verbally responding, you watched him latch the simple lock over the door. Your movements stilled as you realized what he just did. 

 "Gene?"

 In a single stride, he came up behind you, putting his arms out on either side of you, caging you between the sink and his body. 

 "Darlin'," he crooned in your ear as his lips left a trail of sweet heat along your neck. "Ya look too damn sexy out there. I see ya legs in those heels and skirt and all I can think about is how good they feel wrapped around me as I pound into ya."

 Your skin felt feverish as the heat radiated off his body. Even through all the layers between you two, your body soaked it in like the parched ground after a thunderstorm. With the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin and his filthy words, your womb clenched from that alone. 

 "Then I see that boy with his hands on ya… shit, it took everythin' for me to not rip him off ya."

 "He didn't mean anything, Gene. I promise."

 "Don't matter. I hate it." His hands gripped the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up and bunching it around your hips. He began laying open-mouth kisses along your neck, the whole time his eyes holding yours, as you watched him in the mirror. "I need to 'ear ya sing, pretty lady, I need to 'ear ya gorgeous sounds."

 "Gene…" you moaned out, your eyelids fluttering. That delicious warmth, that only he could fuel, began growing in your belly. "We can't right here." 

 "Shall we find out?"

 Without preamble, one of his hands slipped under your skirt, the other still bunching the fabric up around you and out of the way. You hissed slightly as he touched your bare core, unable to completely hide the smirk on your face as he gave a slight groan. 

 "Mon chéri, where ya skivvies at? Ya been out there this whole time with no underwear on?" 

 "I wanted to surprise you… I thought you might try something."

 "Fuck!" He bit your earlobe and ground his hardening cock against your ass. "Ya tryin' to tease me? Mmm?"

 Before you could retort something smart back at him, you gasped as he slipped a finger into you, finding you already wet for him. 

 "Look at ya, sweetheart, so fuckin' beautiful right now." He murmured, eyes not having left yours in the mirror this whole time, pining you even more so than his body still caging you. 

 With one hand, you grabbed the sink to anchor yourself, your legs turning into jelly beneath you from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Gene, please." You begged. 

 Eyes boring into yours, he pulled his finger out of you, drawing a whiny whimper from your lips. With a salacious smirk, he opened his mouth and placed his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, making sure to swirl his tongue around them then pulled them slowly out. 

 "Holy fuck…"

 Still smirking, he reached down and slipped both fingers into you. They plunged in and out of you, the wet sounds lewdly echoed in the small bathroom. Roe continued to grind against you from behind, timing it to match with the thrusts of his fingers. You wanted to close your eyes, to sink into the heat bubbling in you. But you were unable to for Roe watched you with a heated, heavy gaze in the mirror. Your gazes locked as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, moans and sighs slipping from your lips. 

 "Good girl, mon chérie, so beautiful. Look at ya."

 He continued to whisper in your ear in between leaving open-mouth kisses and bites on your neck and jaw. 

 "Ya close, sweetheart? I can feel it, so close."

 "Oh God, please, Gene…. Don't stop. Please."

 With a dark chuckle, he gave one last flick to your clit and pushed you over the edge. As you opened your mouth, he slammed his mouth over yours, greedily swallowing your cry of bliss. You floated on waves of ecstasy; your eyes closed to soak in the sensations. Eventually you opened your eyes, even if the movement felt sluggish and your body limp. 

 "There's those gorgeous eyes." Roe nuzzle your temple. "Ya back with me?"

 "Mmm… I think so."

 He chuckled. "Think ya can stand?"

 That was when you noticed he was practically holding you up between an arm now wrapped around your waist and you still pinned between him and the sink. 

 "Sorry." You mumbled, standing up on shaky legs. When you noticed his cocky smirk, you languidly swatted at him. "Shut up." Slowly you turned around to look at him. It did not escape your notice his… um… large problem he was sporting in his trousers. 

 "You know… the couple I am billeted with, they left this afternoon for a weekend in London visiting family."

 "Oh? Well, that is interestin' news."

 "Uh huh. What's the likelihood we can sneak out of here unnoticed?"

 He leaned down to press his lips against yours, drawing a soft sigh from you at the sweetness in the kiss. "Very likely… Guess we'll find out though."

 "And what's the likelihood we'll actually make it to the house before you try to get under my skirt again?"

 "Less likely."

 You laughed, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. Running a hand over your skirt, you tried to smooth it out as much as possible and hide any evidence of your tryst. 

 "Ready?"

 "Always."

 The two of you somehow managed to sneak out of the bathroom and out of the pub without drawing notice to yourselves. As you stepped out into the night, walking quickly down the street, you both were giggling like teenagers having snuck out of your parents' homes. He snagged your hand and pulled you along, almost jogging down the silent road in Albourne. 

 Before you even made it halfway to your billeted house, Roe pulled you into a dark corner, just off the road. You laughed before his mouth covered yours, silencing you and turning your laughter into moans. 

 You did not mind too much. 

[delicatedestinystudents]

Body shots with the Avatar of Greed

#obeyme #obeymemammon #mammonxmc #nsfw #bodyshots #ilosemycoolwritingthissopleaseenjoy

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"Body shot time!!" Asmo shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The Avatar of Lust looked beyond tipsy, his cheeks flushed and his eyes lit up with excitement. Despite this, he still seemed to have a clearer head then most would, hopping down from the table with ease after speaking.

Mammon, on the other hand, seemed rather annoyed, wishing he hadn't of been talked into coming to one of Asmo's parties. He really only agreed to come because (Y/N) wanted to relax and let loose for a night, and even though he'd never admit it, he didn't want to see (Y/N) get into trouble or anything without him. So he agreed. At this point in the night, the white haired demon had only taken a couple shots, opting to have a clearer head, at least for a bit longer.

(Y/N), bless their heart, decided to indulge in just a bit more then recommended, yet still sober enough to have a clear head. They were definitely having fun, giggling and joking with random demons, enjoying the night off from responsibility and worries. Glad they had taken Asmo up on the invitation, they made their way over to the bar, grabbing Asmo's arm. "This. This might be an odd question, but what do you mean by body shots?" They asked, head cocked to the side, curiousity written in their expression.

Asmo giggled, patting their head softly. "Oh honey, you have so much to learn. Mammon! Be a dear and come here!" He called, ordering a few tequila shots.

Mammon let out a gruff sigh, making his way through the crowd slowly to meet up with Asmo and (Y/N), hands in his pockets. "Whadya want?" He asked, seeing the tequila shots.

Asmo gave his brother a devilish grin and held the shots out. "(Y/N) here doesn't know about body shots. You're going to show them what they are," he said, his plan coming into motion.

"W-What?! Why not have other demons show 'em it? Why's it gotta be me?" He asked, his face lit up with a bright blush. As much as he argued against it, he started thinking about, secretly wanting to see how (Y/N) would react to him licking salt off of them.

Asmo pouted before calling another demon over. "Be a dear and show my friend here how to do a body shot," he said. The demon in question nodded eagerly before turning to (Y/N), stepping a bit closer.

Mammon immediately stepped forward, huffing, jealously laced across his face. "You know what, fine. I'll show 'em what a body shot it. But only cause Lucifer would kill me if he found out that a random demon did it with them," he said, glaring at the male demon.

Asmo grinned, resting a hand on (Y/N)'s arm. "I knew you'd agree! After all, you do amazing at body shots. You work wonders with that tongue of yours," he teased, winking at MC, who raised an eyebrow.

Mammon scoffed, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I'll demonstrate, but you gotta explain what it is," he said before asking the bartender for some salt and lime slices, considering Asmo had already gotten the shits of tequila.

(Y/N) perked up, listening closely to what Asmo said, leaning forward a bit to hear him better over the music and the voices. "Alright dear, I need you to hop on the bar and lay down. Then, Mammon is going to put a small line of salt here," Asmo explained, poking at the area just beneath (Y/N)'s collarbone, "he's going to lick the salt off, do a shot, then he's going to take the lime from between your teeth with his mouth. It's very sexual, though, you'll be lucky if he does headbutt you out of embarrassment."

Mammon elbowed Asmo roughly, a scowl on his lips. "I'm not gonna headbutt them, asshole," he said, the blush even more prominate.

(Y/N) also seemed rather flustered, though, after debating the pros and cons of it, they hopped up on the bar and laid back without a word, a silly grin on their lips. "That sounds like fun. I can't wait to have salt licked off of my chest," they teased, eyeing Mammon to judge his reaction.

Asmo stepped back, letting Mammon join (Y/N)'s side. "I-I'm only doing this as a demonstration, there's nothing more to this," the tsundere clarified, ignoring Asmo's eye roll.

(Y/N) held still as Mammon laid out a line of salt just below their collar, making sure their shirt was just far enough out of the way to not mess up the line. He then held out the peice of lime, motioning for them to hold it in their teeth, which they did after hesitation for a moment. He balanced the shot glass against the base of their throat, mentally hyping himself up for this so he didn't mess it up. He didn't want to actually headbutt them like Asmo said he would.

A million thoughts raced through Mammon's head, ranging from 'why did I even come to this party?' all the way to 'they looks beyond amazing laying on the bar in front of me'. He seemed more hyper fixated on the more recent thoughts. 'If I'm gonna to do this, I may as well have fun with it,' he ultimately thought, a slow, cocky grin gracing his lips. "Fuck it," he murmured.

Within a moment, he leaned down and slowly licked the salt off of them, noticing the small jump they made at the sudden contact, a small snicker escaping his mouth, showing them that he saw it. He then knocked the shot back like a professional, throwing a wink at (Y/N) while doing so, only lifting his hand to grab the empty glass before leaning down and taking the lime from (Y/N) 's mouth, making sure to hold eye contact with them the entire time. He then stood up and stepped back, the sudden cockiness replaced by silence and awkwardness.

Asmo broke out in giggles, his phone out to record. "Do you see what a body shot is now, (Y/N)? Mammon did an amazing job of demonstrating, didn't he?"

They started to nod, their face a bright fiery red before they paused, the initial shock of the demon's actions and bravery wearing off. They let out a little laugh, propping themselves up on their elbows. "It was good, but I think I might need some extra examples," they teased, looking towards Mammon, who in turn, choked on the piece of lime before raising an eyebrow at them.

Mammon scoffed a bit, taking up the challenge with almost no hesitation. "Fine then, human. Lay back down, The Great Mammon is going to show you how well he can do body shots, just to prove a point," he replied, calling the bartender over for several more shots, limes, and more salt.

(Y/N) laid back, body filled with anticipation. This night was getting better and better by the moment for them. After all, having feelings for Mammon made this experience a hell of a lot hotter and better to deal with.

For the next half hour or so, Mammon didn continuous body shots off of (Y/N), the shots increasingly becoming more and more sexual as he progressed. At one point, he put the salt close to the waistband of their pants, licking it off slowly, keeping in mind to make (Y/N) as flustered as possible, occasionally swirling his tongue to tease them, enjoying the blush and flustered look in their eyes. Everytime he took the lime from them, he took his time doing it, looking down at them with that signature cocky smile of his.

(Y/N) legitimately couldn't believe how suddenly Mammon became confident, doing shot after shot without seeming even bothered by the amount of alcohol. Even more so, they were shocked by the audacity he had to make it a point to make eye contact every single time. It's almost like he was fucking them with his eyes. And that damn smile was enough to make them lose their cool.

Mammon did one more shot before leaning forward a bit, his breath hot against (Y/N)'s ear, a hand on either side of their body. "You're mine," he said lowly, before sitting up, acting as if he hadn't of just said the one thing that would make (Y/N) fuck him with no second thoughts.

(Y/N) sat up rather quickly after that, getting off the bar and grabbing Mammon's arm, pulling him into a room. Anybody at the party could tell that shit was about to go down in more ways then one. "You cocky son of a-" they started after closing the door to the room, beginning to turn towards him.

Before they could finish, Mammon had them against the door, his eyes narrowed and a knee between their legs. "Shut up," he said before leaning forwards, his lips and teeth trailing across their neck and collar, leaving rough kisses and harsh bites across the tender skin there.

They immediately did what he said to, one hand over their mouth while the other found it's way to his arm, gripping it tightly. "M-Mammon?" They leaned their head to the side, (E/C) eyes shut as they bit back soft moans.

"I said shut it, human. I don't want to hear a sound out of that mouth unless it's my name that you're moaning," he hissed, a hand sliding under their shirt to feel them, hands groping and feeling whatever they could.

They quickly nodded, pushing Mammon back a bit to slip their shirt off, before pulling him back in. He grabbed them, pulling them over to the bed in the room, shoving them down and hoving over them, marking any exposed skin, making sure that everybody knew who this human belonged to. "You're mine and only mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you or even look at you," he growled, biting at their skin roughly, earning an increase in sounds of pleasure. He moved downwards, marking a path as he reach their waistband, shrugging his jacket off before yanking his shirt over his head. He paused at their pants, looking up at them. As needy as he felt, he didn't want them to be uncomfortable or upset with whatever he did, so he stopped, waiting for any indication that he could keep going.

(Y/N) nodded in response, looking down at him with hooded eyes, wanting him badly. "Keep going," they said, propping up on their elbows.

He grinned, continuing without a second thought, undoing their pants rather quickly, pulling them down just enough to expose them to the air, biting his lip at the sight. "I want to hear every single little sound coming out of that pretty mouth of yours," he said, reaching down to undo his belt with one hand, his other resting against their thigh.

(Y/N) nodded quickly, shifting their legs apart more, reaching down to get themselves ready, biting back moans and whimpers, head back against the bed.

Mammon had gotten himself free by them, pumping himself a few times before batting at (Y/N)'s hand, wanting it out of the way. "Lemme know if it's too much," he murmured, lining himself up with them. He glanced up for reassurance to make sure he was still alright to keep going.

"O-okay, I will," (Y/N) replied, clearly nervous and anticipation a lot. They rested their hands against Mammon's waist, looking up at him with a grin.

Mammon winked at them before pushing in rather quickly, pausing to let them adjust for a moment, impatient. After giving them a moment or two, he wasted no time with some rough thrusts, waiting their reactions in case it was too much. He had wanted to do this for so long, that much was true.

(Y/N) bit back moans, gripping at Mammon's waist tightly, legs finding their way to wrap around his hips. "S-Shit, Mammon-" They started before he put a hand over their mouth.

He growled lowly, rather rough and quick with his hip motions, one hand pinning (Y/N)'s hands over their head while the other covered their mouth. "Shut it. You wouldn't want everyone to know what a mess you are for me, would you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, eyes narrowed, continuing to slam into them, making sure to go as deep as he could.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess, the sounds muffled by Mammon's hand. They tried to get their hands free so they could feel him, yet he just tightened his grip, earning a low whine in response.

Mammon let out a rough chuckle, not letting up on his pace or roughness. "Maybe you do want everyone to know who you belong to," he said, the hand over their mouth going to grip their hips so he could get a better angle. "You just want them to hear how much of a mess I make you."

(Y/N) choked back a plea, desperate for more. "A-ah, Mammon!" They tugged at their hands, squirming underneath him, face flushed and twisted in pleasure. The sight was driving him crazy, making him feel things he had never felt before.

"You belong to me, understand? Say it," he demanded, feeling himself close. Considering the roughness and the pace he was going at, it was a surprise he lasted this long. (No offense to the babe.)

"I-I belong to you!" (Y/N) replied, eyes rolling and back arching. They were about to go over the edge, tightening around Mammon, using their legs to keep him close. They didn't even seem to care that others would be able to hear them, too overwhelmed with the pleasure to give two fucks. This was the last thing they had thought would happen tonight, but no complaints would be given about it either. It was a fantasy come true.

Mammon kept going, basically slamming into (Y/N) by this point, desperately chasing a high, his grip on their hip tight enough to leave a bruise the next day.

Moments later, (Y/N) came rather adruptly, not giving any warning, legs trembling and a cry of pleasure escaping them. "Mammon!" They were high off of the ecstacy from the feeling, eyes dazed. It almost felt as if everything exploded as once, sending electric shocks through their body.

Mammon groaned lowly, cumming not to long after, still gripping (Y/N)'s hip tightly, breathing hard. He stayed in that position for a moment or two, letting (Y/N) ride out their high as he rode out his, leaning down to leave kisses across their chest.

Once the two calmed down, he shifted upwards pulling back to fix their pants, that shit eating grin back on his lips, the cockiness rolling off of him in waves. "I guess I'll have to do body shots off of you more often if this is what will happen," he joked, earning a sharp jab from the exhausted human.