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leviraaaaaa · 1 year ago

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All that's left.

“I know you’re there.”

Levi's voice cut through the stillness, startling you. You’d been watching him from the side of the wreckage, watching as the ghosts of your comrades appeared for one last time, one last salute. One last declaration of all they dedicated. One last goodbye. They had met your gaze too, shooting a small sad smile and you knew what it meant.

You two were all that's left. The last one's standing.

You stayed out of his sight even after they disappeared, giving him the privacy to mourn. God knows he needed it. You didn’t think he had noticed your presence, but then again, who were you trying to fool? His extraordinary instincts were never to be underestimated.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself to stand straight and stumbled forward, trying not to put too much weight on the ankle you had injured. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. Ever resilient, ever strong, the cracks were so slight, just barely there. But you knew. You could always tell.

“Hi.” You mumbled. He stared at you as you dragged yourself in front of him.

“Nice of you to make it out alive.” He said.

“Who would’ve thought?” You shrugged.

“You made an ugly titan by the way.”

“I’m sure you would’ve looked charming.”

“Bet.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. The conversation was so unbelievably normal, it was surreal. Like nothing ever happened. Here, amid the ruins of everything, all the corpses, smoke, blood and destruction—here you were, back to how it always was. Almost as if, if you concentrated hard enough, all of it would go away and you’d find you and him back in the soggy cafeteria of the scout headquarters, back to bantering with him and arguing about silly little things that don't really deserve arguments but it’s you and Levi so of course it’d end up an argument.

You felt so old suddenly.

How come you ended up here? In this way?

And Levi looked so tired, you could cry. Hasn’t he given enough? Doesn’t he get to rest now?

“Does that..” You glanced down at his leg, the one he had spread out in front of him. It was clear it was beyond repair. The fabric of his pants were torn at the knee, from where it was crushed between the titan’s jaw, a bloody, mangled mess. “Does that hurt?”

“Not really, no.” His eyes followed your gaze. “Numbed a while ago. Can’t feel shit really.”

You sighed. "Not very humanity's strongest anymore, huh?"

Levi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He said. "Careful, I could still kick your ass."

"I'm sure."

You grinned. Then went ahead and dropped yourself beside him. He frowned.

“Shouldn’t we be getting up?” He said. “Why are you getting comfortable?”

“Why not?” You muttered, pulling your legs upto your chest, hugging them. “What’s it matter what we do or not? Armin’s the hot shit now, let him deal with everything.” Your head throbbed as you buried them in your knees. "We're too fucking old now anyways,"

He didn’t argue, but he made no attempt to get up either. If anything, he looked more relaxed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the rest of your life here. After all, you were so tired, and you were sure he was too. This was as good as anywhere else would be.

Because there’s no home to return to anymore.

“Do you think there’s anything left of Hange to bury?” He suddenly said.

You shuddered. What do you answer to that?

Your head pounded so hard, you couldn’t really think. Far away, somewhere in the distance, you could hear someone yelling at another someone, but you couldn’t bother to pay attention to the words. Armin and the others would figure something out surely.

You were exhausted.

“Say, Levi.” You said tiredly, nudging him slightly.

“What?”

“Wanna get married?”

Levi almost choked, he was suddenly all uptight, stiff as a board as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” He asked, looking mildly horrified. “Are you seriously gonna make jokes here? Here?”

“Not joking.”

You lifted up your head, tilting it to look at him. It was hard to tell whether he was annoyed or flustered. Maybe both. "Not joking at all," You sighed. You’re not sure where the sudden boldness came from, but this is as good a time as any. Might as well. “You’re right. It’s a bad time to make jokes. So I’m dead serious.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” You nodded, turning your expression very serious.

“You’re weird as fuck.” He muttered out after several failed attempts to speak. The tips of his ears turned red, red as it always did whenever you used to jokingly suggest that he should date you. Except you weren’t really joking anymore. In fact, you haven’t been joking for a long, long time.

“I mean..” You closed your eyes. You were too tired to even feel embarrassed. “We’re the only ones left. Me and you. You’re all I have left, Levi. So, why not?”

He gasped at you for a long moment. Then he started shaking his head. “You’re insane.”

“You’re just realizing that?”

“No.” He muttered. “You’re insane. And it’s rubbing off on me.”

He paused for a long time, his one good eye searching your intensely, as if he was considering something. And finally, he made up his mind.

“You’re insane. And I’m no fucking different.” He sighed. “I must’ve hit my head pretty damn hard because I’m actually considering this shit.”

You grinned. “Go on, say it. You like me.”

“Wrong. I tolerate you.”

“Good enough. You don’t tolerate a lot of people, so I’ll take it as I'm special.”

He sighed, turning away, hoping that’s enough to hide his heart from you. You were special to him, always. But you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t want you to know that. He didn’t know how to let you know that.

“Can you believe us?” He scoffed instead. “We’re practically sitting in a graveyard. Half the world’s ruined but then there’s us.”

“That’s fine. Let’s keep being us. The world can go fuck itself. Meanwhile, we can—”

“Do not finish that sentence.” He glared.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. A deep, aching laugh that left you gasping for air and brought tears to your eyes. And for the briefest moment, Levi’s lips twitched into something resembling a smile.

“We’re insane.” You admitted, still breathless. With that, you pushed yourself up, stumbling a little before you found your balance. You reached out your hand to Levi, who took it without question.

“Come on, Lev.” You pulled him up, letting him wrap an arm around you to brace himself. “Let’s go home.”

You were right, Levi thinks as he limped with you, letting you support him. It was nice to finally let himself lean on someone.

You two are the only ones left.

You’re all he has now.

The world has taken enough from him. He’s so tired of letting go.

And he’d be damned if he let you go too.

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gojonanami · 1 year ago

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IT'S A NEED - CHOSO KAMO

✴︎ summary: after you take an attack meant for him, choso can't seem to understand why -- so you show him just how important he is to you. ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, angst then smut, choso is confused about human emotions, he doesn't know if he deserves love, making out, groping, sex (p in v), handjob (f! + m! receiving), semi-public sex (sort of), pet names (love, pretty, lovely) ✴︎ wc: 1,965

“Why did you take that hit for me?” his words come out in a hiss, a rush of breath that he forces out between gritted teeth, as if he was both afraid to ask and afraid not to, “it was foolish, it was unnecessary—”

You blow out a sigh between your pursed lips, as you rest against a damp sheet against cold concrete of a corner of Shibuya that currently wasn’t under attack — the not too distant groans of other injured not too far, but far enough for your privacy, “You know why I did it, so why are you asking that, when you mean to ask something else?”

And you knew him — knew him a little too well for someone who only had known him a few weeks now? Is that how long it had been since he had joined up with sorcerers? Switched sides to protect his little brother — and somehow, he ended up here — sitting next to you instead of him. Yuji could handle himself — he had faith in his brother — and he knew you could too. A skilled sorcerer — he saw your skill firsthand from a distance during the fights in shibuya, and then up close when you nearly caved his head in when you found out how he almost killed Yuji.

Is that when he first started to like you?

He didn’t know.

Could he even have such emotions? He had never known any sort of love, except for that of his brothers. But that was natural? To care for his family, to watch after them, to protect them, to avenge them. And anything that helped him achieve that goal, was worth it was it not? Even if it came at the cost of a different life, right? His eyes slid to you again, so why did it huqrt so much when he saw you crumpled on the ground, blood pooling on the cement around your abdomen, the same blood he didn’t think twice about when it spilled from other humans or sorcerers alike. Now, it was different.

He was different — maybe you were, to him.

“What question am I asking then?” he finally asks, as you only sigh again, eyes fluttering open to look at him with that same gaze that felt as if you were looking right through him.

“You’re asking me why I thought you were worthy of being saved in the first place?” and his mouth parts — words ringing in his ear.

It was true — he was a cursed womb — a mixture of curse and human blood that never was supposed to exist in the first place, a thing that has no other purpose in this world, aside from his brothers. And especially after the things he’s done, the people he’s killed, the harm he’s caused, and even the body he walks in now isn’t his own, but a person killed for his gain — how was he worthy of saving? How was he worthy of the risk of your life?

“And what’s your answer?” he asks, his voice growing raw, as he can’t bear to look at you, his gaze fixed on his lap, and he doesn’t see you push yourself up, sitting, as you stare at him, lips curling in a small smile, as you leaned over, fingers brushing against his cheek, that finally pull his gaze back to you.

“Because you’re Choso, because you deserve to be saved, you deserve the same kindness you’ve given to us,” your fingers are so gentle against him, had he ever been touched so gently before? His eyes almost feel the urge to shut, and just indulge in the feeling of your skin against his, “you didn’t ask to be here, you were manipulated, you were controlled, and you were forced to be a pawn,”

“But that doesn’t change—”

“It doesn’t change the hurt you caused, no, but that’s not who you are now,” you force him to meet your gaze, lips curled in a smile, “and who are now is definitely worth saving,”

“But why?” he still doesn’t understand, he still doesn’t see his worth, and you give your third sigh, before your other hand finds his shoulder, pulling him closer, a breath away.

“Do I have to spell it out for you, Choso?” your words warm his lips, and send warmth to the tips of his fingers, warmth he hadn’t known since he had been forced to come back. And all he can feel is your hands against him, all he can see are your eyes gazing at him the way he thought anyone would, and all he can think about is when your lips are finally going to touch his, “because I think I can only show you now,” and your thumb finds his lips, dragging down the bottom one, “would you want that?”

And his eyes flutter, a sharp intake of breath when your finger touches his lips, “I don’t think I’d like anything more,” he whispers, his eyes falling to your lips, as you lean forward.

Your lips brush his, featherlight, as if you worry he’d recoil, he’d run, he’d leave, but he does none of those things. Your lips part from his and he’s staring, as you do, before his lips seek yours again. And this time, he’s sure.

His lips surge against yours, as you melt into his touch, as gentle as can be — those same hands used to slaughter, now grazing your sides as if you’d break apart in his hands. And he didn’t care if the world was falling apart — and it was all around you both — if he could have this moment with you, maybe it’d be worth it.

“What is this hold you have over me?” He murmurs, and you’re pulling him closer to your tattered blanket against the concrete, fingers running through his hair making him shiver, “you touch me and I can’t think straight, I can’t—“

“Then don’t,” you murmur, your lips pressing butterfly kisses to his jaw, “give in, let me love you,”

And he does, relinquishing his thoughts and worries in exchange for your touch, and his hands find your waist, as you move slowly, climbing into his lap, making him grunt, before concern flickers across his features.

“Your injuries—“ he starts, but your lips brush against his ear, lips curved against the soft flesh.

“Are not as serious as how much I want you right now,” your words send a shiver down his spine, as your lips find his again, and you swallow his groan with pleasure. Your tongue parts his lips, as you taste him, fingers carding through his jet-black locks, fingers pulling at the ties in his hair, pulling them around your wrists, “I’ll keep them safe,” you tease, you tug teasingly at his hair making him gasp.

You’re pulling moans and whines from his lips, as you part from him for a moment, breaths coming as pants, as you press your forehead to his, taking in his now kiss ruined lips and violet irises glazed with lust, “so pretty,” you coo, “too pretty, Choso, how am I supposed to resist?”

And your fingers find their way to his belt, pausing, “is this okay?” Your hand cups his cheek, thumb brushing the length, and he’s nodding wordlessly, as his fingers find yours, undoing his belt and letting his robe fall open.

Your breath catches as you see him, your fingers dragging over his bare chest and abs, your eyes finding your way to his cock — it was so pretty, long and thick with a pretty pearl of precum. And your gaze is hot, hypnotized, “all this f’me?” You murmur, making him swallow, and then gasp as your fingers trace the vein running up the side. Your lips curl, “oh we’re just getting started, baby,”

Your fingers curl around his cock, your thumb rubbing against his slit, making him hiss, “I—“ his hips stutter against you, bumping against your damp shorts, making you groan. And he was so good in your hand, how good would he feel inside?

No, not yet, you wanted to make him feel good first.

“It’s okay, just breath,” your fingers tease his head, smiling as his head lolls back, and your hand begins to stroke him, spreading the precum along his length, “I got you, let me make you feel good,”

And your hand squeezes at the base, and he’s groaning your name, like a curse, as your other hand teases his balls, before you’re slipping off his lap, pressing his tip against your lips, painting them with his precum.

“You taste so good, Choso,” you lick your lips clean of him, tasting his salty precum.

“Please, love,” he’s murmuring, a whine in his throat, his fingers pulling at your clothes, “I want you—I want you to feel good too,”

And you smile, guiding his hands to your shorts, “Are you sure?” You murmur, kissing his neck, “we don’t-“

He’s pulling your shorts off, as he’s lowering you onto the sheet gently, tugging them off, his calloused palms parting your soft thighs. And his gaze darkens, half lidded with lust, “You’re lovely,” his fingers brush against your soaked folds, thumb pressing against your puffy clit, making you gasp, “you like that?” He hums.

And he’s leaning down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, “Choso, please—“ and his breath warms your cunt, pressing a kiss to your dripping pussy, drawing a gasp from your lips, “I need you—“

“What do you need, pretty?” His velvet words are thick and slow like molasses, settling warm heat over your skin, as his hands draw up your thighs around his waist, “do you want my hands? My lips?”

And your hips roll against him, his tip bumping against your cunt, “what do you think?” And he’s hissing, before he’s grasping as his dick, teasing you with his head, “fuuuck, Choso,”

“Not so loud,” he murmurs, “someone could hear us, see you all spread out for me, and this view is just for me, lovely,” and his cock is parting your folds, both moaning in synchrony, your walls fluttering around him, “so tight, pretty, so fucking wet,”

You think he’s even prettier, brow furrowed and forehead slick with sweat, kiss bitten lips parted in a pant, and his violet eyes fluttering. And he’s bottoming out in you, his hips pressed against you, “so good, so perfect,” he’s murmuring, and he’s pulling out only to thrust back in. His strokes are languid at first, before he’s fucking you in earnest, hips snapping against yours, “.

“Choso, fuck, please, I’m close—“ your back is arching against him, and his lips find yours again in a searing kiss, as his fingers reach down between the two of you, and press against your clit, just as his hips piston into you just right with deep long strokes, until your walls are clamping down. He doesn’t last much longer, his hips stuttering against you, until he’s moaning, his hot load painting your walls white, as he fucks his cum into you.

And he’s panting above you, as you pull him into a sloppy kiss, pulling him beside you, as he slips out of you, making you whine at the emptiness.

“Don’t think that was part of Shoko’s instructions for recovery,” you murmur against his lips, as you grin, “but it was definitely needed,”

His lips curl, as he’s pressing kisses along your jaw, “So you need me, huh?” and the question fills him with warmth, just as you have, a sort of purpose he had never had, aside from his family — a want for him that he had never thought he’d be lucky enough to have.

And you only smile, pulling him into another kiss, “Why else do you think I took that hit for you?”

✴︎ a/n: new episode did something to me. i have a longer fic planned for choso, but this will have to do for today :). yes i'm posting this in the middle of the night, sue me.

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moonsaver · 6 months ago

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Okay, honestly, I'm still reeling from the entire penacony quest, but here's my take on Sunday so far;

He's manipulative, obviously.

But like.. the type that's kind of hesitant from time to time because he's still sincere to a degree. At least, when it comes to his loved ones.

So, I guess that hesitance decreases a lot if you're just some nobody. Even then, Sunday does want the better for everyone, too. It just means that others may bear the brunt of it for the most part before being able to get ahold of it.

Also, at the very least, even if some people suffer, at the end Sunday believes they will reach where they want to, after. In that case, however, Sunday suffers far more than them, without actually ever reaching his own destination or idea of paradise.

However, this view is a bit distorted. Sunday believes to be "sacrificing" himself, shouldering loneliness and burdens in order to uphold everyone else's "paradise". But to the others, he's simply a tyrant overruling everyone's will with his own idea of Order.

Sunday deeply cares. He cares too much. That's kind of the problem.

A bit of self-destructing tendencies when pushed too far, I guess.

Lets ignore logic established by the quest for a second (because i literally am still reeling from it)

Imagine Sunday first discovers this possibility. He's terrified of it, but at the same time, he truly thinks this is humanity's salvage – for everyone who has deeply suffered. He thinks of you.

You who have had your fair share of pain, who confides in him late at night in the quiet of your privacy, hushed voices like silenced by a thick blanket through the wall.

You deserve to live a sweeter life. He thinks. No. You deserve more. He knows.

The first person he ever wants to step into this paradise – you.

Now, although Sunday was defeated in the end, we all know that unfortunately, our ragtag team had to wake up again because defeating him first was a dream. This means at some point, Sunday did succeed.

And after everyone wakes, you don't. You continue sleeping soundly. So does Sunday.

The rest of the world can return to their miserable, bitter lives outside of this dream; but Sunday will be damned if he's letting you go. Perhaps.. it's not a selfless wish, anymore. Perhaps at this point, Sunday desperately, selfishly, grips onto you with the latches of a sweet, deep dream. One where he was fatally destined to never reach, only to control from the waking world. Now that everyone else has woken, he wants to return to the dream. He wants to return to you, who he has so lovingly entrenched deep into it.

Also, Robin. Im in SO much pain... PLEASW..

Do you guys think.. even if Robin was vehemently resistant against Sunday's ideas..

Even though Sunday knew she wouldn't stand for it..

Do you guys think.. he wanted her to also join him at the end and enjoy the "Paradise" he created aswell?

Do you think he would have wanted Robin to stop worrying about everything, to take rest, to finally come home, and sing to her heart's content inside the dream? The dream where they set the bird free? The dream where Sunday still has a sweet tooth? The dream where she never has to wear elaborate neck-pieces? The dream where neither of them was hurt? Where neither of them left each other?

Oh...ogh. . My heart.

Sunday would be such a scary lover, too.

I mean even normally, I don't think a relationship with him would be that healthy

Particularly because it seems so healthy

If reader was in a relationship with normal sunday, I mean.. it's gonna at least appear healthy and normal, even to them. It's probably just Sunday having to constantly burden himself with all the dirty strings he has to pull, the quiet rush of water when he washes his hands before caressing the side of your face, the tight, closed smile he would give if you ever asked him what was wrong.. he can't let you know.

I think he'll take a yandere route in an established relationship if you do happen to find out what's been going on behind the scenes. He'll have to calm you down, and you promise you won't peep about it. The build up is almost invisible, because things seem to go back to the way they were. Before Sunday starts acting a bit.. restless. That would be when his yan! Tendencies would start kicking in, for a variety of reasons.

I feel like y'know, out of all the hsr cast, he's one of the characters who is genuinely very close to becoming a yandere canonically. Control freak? Check. Twisted ideals? Check. Unchecked power? Check. Hypnotization/manipulation? Check.

Also, the slight difference of his color pallete as opposed to Robin's.

His is much more washes out than Robin's. It's more "duller" but also more professional, and the gold of his halo is more colder than the warmer tone of Robin's halo. They both still have white/grey as a major color in their palletes, but Sunday's is accompanied by deep navy blues, or washed out blues. Robin's is very vibrant and purple. The only blue segment of her pallete is her hair, and it's remarkably more vibrant than Sunday's.

Also.. Sunday's whole ideas on "weak" and "strong"

Of course, it wasn't all correct, but that doesn't mean they didn't hold some semblance of sense.

Regardless, this playing with yan! Tendencies..... HOOOOO boy

So many thoughts. Sunday manipulating his partner is quite possibly the most common theme in them.

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thechekhov · 10 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH38

Rip to these promising mages. I assume they will not survive this massacre.

IS that where her lungs and kidneys are? Because like. She's huge. Her entire body is behind her. Do you really think she'd keep her vital organs in the little human bulb on the front?

I mean, he has a point. What are you going to do? Fight off more hoardes of dragons?

oh noooo, Kabru.... too bad. That's so unfortunate.... anyway.

It's curious that Laios only got knocked away. He was just as likely to have had his head squished like a grape.

Guys, this is absolutely not the time to be concerned for her privacy.

Yes, queen. Free the tiddy. Murder everyone in this dungeon. I support women's rights and women's wrongs.

.......that's. One way to do that. I guess.

.......what's that rock about.

Oh, I see. That's convenient.

This guy dungeons! Maybe he even dragons.

So we got north (tallmen? dwarves?) and then the easterners.... and now the elves of the west?

He's going to give her to the Americans?! ಠ_ಠ

To be fair, at least they HAD a plan. And they executed it. It's more than you did. I don't mean to point fingers but... at least they... ya know... did something.

Kabru's like 'no, no, hang on, I need to hear what batshit fucked up thing this dude is going to say next, this is important'

Laios is so stressed he broke character.

Then again, maybe it's healthy to let them slug it out a bit. Get it out of their system.

It's true. They wore fitbits and everything.

...hey, hold on a second.

Now hold on a minute.

Damn, this is. Kind of even worse because. I guess I could have guessed that Toshi was just pretending to be polite, like you do. Cultural differences.

But the painful thing is, Laios doesn't seem surprised. He just seems resigned. He's been told before that he's difficult to get along with. To the extent that he doesn't even consider Marcille and Chillchuck his friends? Even though they arguably both care about him? But because Toshiro didn't bother to be deadpan about him being a bit odd at times, Laios thought it meant that was fine.

And that kinda hurts. Like damn. Laios just wanted to make a true connection. And I can't really blame Toshiro either, he was just trying to keep the peace but. Damn.

Free her! Let her do her illegal magics! She deserves it! （︶^︶）

Thoughts:

Senshi just being annoyed about that one last harpy looking for scraps.... like "shoo, this ain't the time"

That gnome seems genuinely nice. I'm sorry Falin squished his pet undyne.

Kabru hugging his..... mage? Girlfriend???? Seems very...one sided. Kinda feel bad for her.

Laios and Toshiro still going at it, I see. Get it allout, boys.

Uhhhhhhhhhh ninja girls.

Aww, doggo.

Last question: Where did the cat go?

Senshi: I can fix that.

Are you all worried because he's finally making sense?!?!

Laios and he punched their singular braincells into several new ones, it seems.

F./....Falin... please give the caterpillar some privacy........

My man, maybe lead with that............

I can't believe Marcille was potentially more forward about her feelings.......

"his pupils are dilated" yes, thank you sherlock. You've finally realized what everyone else who meets Laios feels almost immediately. he's a monster freak club card carrying member. Welcome.

p.....pubby......

As long as he was also inside the dungeon with them.... yes.

The issue with Kabru isn't that he isn't trying his best. It's that Laios isn't trying at all.

On a scale of one to Kabru, how badly do you react to being offered a food you don't want to eat?

......oh no. He's so pathetic it's funny. He's growing on me.

Absolute morons, the pair of them. Immovable object meets unstoppable force. The funniest combination ever. Ghost type and normal type pokemon, forever throwing moves at each other that will never hit. Laios thinking he's made a friend. Kabru just barely stopping himself from killing Laios. Best comedy pair. Tom and Jerry in a can.

Anyway. What a great manga.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi quick reacts #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi liveblog #delicious in dungeon

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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago

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a/n: a continuation of how the little d's act when you're dating the avatars of sin.

➤ how the little d's act when you're dating barbatos | headcanons

0.7k words | sfw (mostly) | fluff (mostly)

cw: other characters briefly mentioned throughout. jealousy mentioned in no. 3 and no. 7's section. brief mention of violence/pest control in no. 4's section. mildly suggestive content in no. 5's section. no. 7 is a little sketchy and manipulative. tl;dr: canon-typical demon behaviour in smaller packaging.

Little D No. 1 (Pride)

He’s even more attentive and hard-working now because he has three masters he wants to impress: Diavolo, Barbatos, and you.

He loves it when you compliment how nice the castle looks or how wonderful the parties are.

He has less patience for the other lesser demons that like to goof around and not take their work seriously.

He thinks of you as his special human friend. He never had much patience for humans before he met you. If only Solomon could be as nice and helpful as you are!

Little D No. 2 (Greed)

He tries to sneak away from doing his chores so he can spend time with you instead.

He loves it when you give him little presents or hugs, but he’s greedy for your company too. He would follow you everywhere if he could.

He offers Barbatos advice on which gifts to buy for you, even when the butler doesn’t ask for his help.

If you give Barbatos gifts, No. 2 tries to steal them for himself.

Little D No. 3 (Envy)

He doesn't have to do as many chores as the other lesser demons. Barbatos trusts him to protect you while he keeps you company. (He can be very dangerous if he thinks something or someone is hurting you or poses a threat to your safety.)

He complains when you don’t visit the castle often enough, or that you spend too much time with the other demons.

Sometimes he even gets jealous of Barbatos. He whines or sulks when he gets shooed away to give you some privacy.

Little D No. 4 (Wrath)

He’s more vigilant about guests who visit the castle. He doesn't trust strangers either. He worries about your safety.

He gets very upset if he overhears other demons speaking about you with anything less than glowing praise or admiration. How dare they—!

The number of incidents involving him attacking other demons goes up because he has too much pent up frustration and anger and nowhere to channel it.

Barbatos lets him take a break from usual chores when he gets too agitated. If he’s not helping protect you, No. 4 goes hunting in the castle for rats. (He tried leaving you gifts outside your door to prove how strong he is, but he stopped when he realized it upset you.)

Little D No. 5 (Lust)

He grows a bit bigger and stronger because the love and desire between you and his master is so strong. He naturally feeds off those feelings, and they're delicious.

He tries to help you get dressed or keep you company when you have a bath or shower, but he respects your boundaries when you ask him not to. (He can’t help it, you’re just so cute and he loves spending time with you!)

He shares a feedback loop with Asmodeus, but he promises Barbatos that he won’t ever tell the Avatar of Lust any intimate details about the things he hears or sees.

It doesn’t really make a difference though—No. 5 and Asmo are both brimming with energy on days when you and Barbatos are particularly indulgent in each other's company.

Little D No. 6 (Gluttony)

He knows your favourite foods and likes to help Barbatos cook them for you.

He also likes to accompany Barbatos when he goes shopping so he can help pick out the best ingredients. It’s what you deserve!

Sometimes you offer him food and he feels bad accepting it. It’s the most wonderful gift anyone could give him. You’re too thoughtful and he adores you.

He bites anyone who tries to steal food off your plate because it’s rude and he doesn’t want you to go hungry.

He also attacks Solomon if he catches the sorcerer trying to enter the kitchen or tamper with the food in any way.

Little D No. 7 (Sloth)

He complains about being too tired so he can avoid doing chores and spend time with you instead.

He gossips about the angels and human sorcerer (and let's be honest, the other demons too) to make them look bad.

He gets very sulky when he’s not allowed to sleep in the same room as you (usually because you’re with Barbatos in his room).

He likes it when you have good dreams. He can feel a sense of calm and happiness radiating from you the next day.

He visits you the mornings after you have bad dreams to make sure you’re okay. (Maybe if he’d been there, he could’ve eaten them for you!)

#obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me little d #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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wanderingxiao · 10 months ago

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idk if you currently take requests, but I've been digging through all of tumblr for some really good (consensual!) Somnophilia smut with wanderer, him just unable to resist reader when they're asleep (i personally prefer afab reader, but genderneutral is fine too!)

Only if you feel comfy with that of course, thx ♡♡

Late Nights

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Somnophilia (sex while reader is asleep), established relationship, cursing, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, Wanderer being a dominant yet embarrassed cutie

A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates! School started back and my fics are now getting longer again when I want to make them shorter :’)

Wanderer scowled at the sight before him. There you were, lying in his bed without a care in the world that you were intruding! The audacity of a mere mortal to invade the privacy of a former god. Blasphemy! If it were any other human he would have knocked the teeth out of them. You were just so lucky to be his lovely girlfriend. Although that didn’t excuse you from taking up his entire bed after he wanted to rest from a long day of catering to the Traveler’s requests of him.

His indigo eyes focused on the way your chest moved up and down, the duvet haphazardly jumbled near your feet, letting the generous chill of night consume your body. His eyes followed to your breasts, your nipples erect and showing through your shirt at the cool nights air. A flood of heat covered the puppet’s cheeks, his scowl only growing deeper at the hot feeling beginning to engulf his abdomen and groin.

“Tsk… how pathetic.” Whether he was saying that directed at himself or you, it’s a mystery. But it was no mystery the way his fingers descended towards your breasts, ghosting his fingertips over your nipples. The pads of his fingers circled over the raised area of fabric, before flicking his finger up and down against the sensitive bud. He didn’t miss the way your legs squeezed together, rubbing them back and forth in attempts to quell the new heat pooling between your legs at the touch. Your chest arched into his touch, practically encouraging him to do more.

“Fuck… you really are a dirty slut.” An arrogant smirk spread across his lips, his movements becoming more bold. Wanderer slowly climbed into the bed beside you, being careful at the way the mattress dipped and creaked under his weight. He raised your shirt up to your chest, letting your breasts free from the confines of your silly pajamas. Saliva pooled within Wanderer’s mouth, his tongue coming to moisten his lips before he descended upon your chest, kissing up your sternum before coming up your collar bones.

A small whimper echoed within his mechanical ears, spurring his actions into groping at your breasts softly, kneading the doughy flesh in his hands. He adored the way you writhed under him in your sleep, twitching and whining at the pleasure he held over you. With daring fingers, he dipped down to shimmy your shorts and panties down enough so he could trace the rough pads of his fingers over your glistening folds.

“H-Hmm… W-Wanderer…” How cute, you were even calling his name in your sleep. Even in rem you knew who took care of you. Wanderer exhaled against your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin now riddled in goosebumps. His lips ghosted over your pulse point, tongue peeking out to lovingly lick and suck against that point. Your fists began to clutch against the bed sheets, whining at the teasing pleasure of his tongue against your neck and his fingers rubbing so lewdly against your wet folds.

“Such a dirty little bitch… hah, you don’t even deserve my cock for the way you’re behaving.” Wanderer was finding it harder and harder to control himself. He could practically feel your cunt begging to have his fingers inside, almost sucking him in. With slow precision, he embedded his fingers into your drooly pussy. He groaned at the tight feeling around his fingers, pumping them in and out lightly, not missing the quiet lewd squelch that filled the air. “So fucking wet…”

His eyes were glued to your facial expressions, memorizing every scrunch or twitch that spread over your face as his fingers slid in and out. His thumb slid up, finding your puffy clit with ease and rubbing teasing of circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your legs tried to close around him, trying your hardest in your now rousing state of sleep to get the heat to resolve within your loins. Wanderer only increased his motions, biting his lip as a blush spread from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.

His head craned to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gingerly before swirling his tongue around the bud. At this point your body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy, the way his mouth seemed to slobber over your tits, and the sinfully wet noises that only aroused the puppet further. It all felt so good. He soon grew irritant of the strain against his length, his entire body pulling away from you, leaving you whining and squirming beneath him.

“You asked for this, slut. Laying so pretty here on my bed. You’re just begging to have me fuck you dumb.” Wanderer growled out gruffly, his hands undoing his shorts hastily. His kimono top slid off his shoulders and loosely around his forearms, the divine outlines of his inorganic body beginning to glow as his emotions began to consume him. A shaky groan left his mouth, his shoulders slumping as his hard cock was freed. The tip twitched lewdly, an oozy pearl of pre-cum globing at the angry tip. “F-Fuck…”

His slender fingers gripped his firm shaft, positioning himself between your legs. The tip smeared over your folds, soaking his tip in your slick. The small bead of pre-cum stuck to your folds, sharp indigo eyes narrowing in bliss at the lewd display. Wanderer grit his teeth, hips bucking shallowly against your cunt to feel more friction. He checked once more to ensure you were still asleep before biting his lip. Pressure was applied to your twitching hole, and with one languid buck of his hips, the tip was now inside.

Your back arched against Wanderer, moaning softly feeling the tip of his generous length fulfilling the ache to have something inside. Your lover held your hips firmly, watching with a flushed face and glowing outlines how his tip appeared and disappeared inside of you so lewdly. Each slow thrust grew deeper and deeper, your fluids coating his cock in slippery ecstasy. He just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your pussy took him so well. His once shallow and slow thrusts began to pick up, careful not to smack his thighs against yours in a pleasured frenzy.

“W… Wan… derer~ ahh, hah…~” You let out a small whimper, your legs beginning to shake beside him. The feeling of being so full was beginning to surface. The pleasure he gave you was like no other. Even in sleep, you knew his body like the back of your hand. You knew his touch, his moans, and his delicious length. Your head turned to the side, whining softly as his pace increased, his pelvis starting to firmly press against yours each time he thrust back inside. Your eyes fluttered slightly, unable to comprehend what was going on until you looked up to see your lover towering over you. “E-Eh?! Wanderer?! H-Hey what’re you- Ahn!”

“Finally awake?” Wanderer growled above you, his face illuminated by the glowing markings over his inorganic body. His body arched over you, smacking his hand beside your head as he slammed his hips against yours in a harsh delicious thrust. Your head threw back into the pillows, crying out his name as electrifying bolts of ecstasy and lust flooded your nerves. “Yeah? F-Fucking like when I fuck you like this? Hah, you dirty little b-bitch! Ngh!”

“M-Mhm! Ahh~” Your vision turned white for a brief moment, seeing sparkling stars as his sticky cock smushed against your sweet spot. He could tell it too, the way you squeezed him so good. His elbow dropped beside you, his face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath. His other hand wrapped around your back, holding you tightly against his body as his pounded his cock into the deepest crevices of your fluttering cunt. Your velvety walls squeezing him so good, the brush of his tip against your sweet spot, the ridges of every vein in his cock throbbing against your shaky walls. It was all too much. “Wanderer! O-Oh fuck! I-I can’t-!”

“Shut your, mmm, pretty mouth a-and take what I give you. U-Ungrateful whore! S-Shit…!” His soft indigo hair tickled your forehead when his lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss. Teeth clinking lightly, tongues aggressively swirling together as you both fought for dominance over the other. He pulled you back against him, his pelvis smushing against your clit with every lewd buck of his hips. The bed creaked wildly under your shifting weight. Loud and heavy pants littered with desperate moans and shaky grunts filled the air. Your hands roamed his back, clinging onto his body shirt and pulling at the fabric as your climax began to approach. The twitching of his cock and faltering pace told you he was close too. “C-C’mon slut… f-fucking cum for me! Cum a-all fucking over my cock! Agh…!”

“W-Wanderer! W-Wanderer… Wander- Mm! Ahhh!” He stilled above you, hips stuttering as ribbons of his gooey seed filled you up. Every twitch of his cock against your walls with his tip bullied against your sweet spot had you reeling. Your body convulsed under him, gasping for air as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You gushed over him, your slick fluids sticking around the base of his length. He pulled out slowly, only to push back in firmly, flooding your pussy until his cum began to slip out. “Mm! S-So sensitive! Wait!”

Wanderer whimpered softly, pulling his body up and away from you slowly, keeping his creamy cock enclosed by your warm inviting walls. The glow of his body slowly flickered out, his breathing returning to normal after a few more seconds of heavy breaths. He pulled himself out of you, watching with keen eyes the way your hole twitched and shuttered at the empty feeling left. Dribbles of cum oozed from your pussy, causing redness to blossom on his face once more at the lewd display. “Tsk… sorry.” You laid tiredly against the bed, your own breathing slowly coming back as your heart slowed down from its once racing pace.

“N-No need. It’s okay.” You opened your arms weakly to him, a small smile stretching across your face. Wanderer only looked at you and turned his head away, hiding his embarrassed face. All but the tips of his flushed ears. “You started this.” His voice was quiet and accusatory. Not wanting to admit to himself that he was swayed so easily by your body. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand gently. “I liked it. I wouldn’t mind waking up like that all the time… would you… be opposed if I came and lived with you?” His eyes widened, turning to you with a flustered expression. You could only giggle in response, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“Tsk! Do whatever you want… idiot.”

Hope you enjoyed! My “short” fics are getting long again, ack! I’ll try to make them shorter so I can update more frequently :( Have a good day! 💙

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #wanderer x reader #wanderer #wanderer smut #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact wanderer #scaramouche smut #genshin wanderer #this sucks

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i-cant-sing · 1 year ago

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Okay but like imagine after Kai gets his arms obliterated and has served his sentence and is now in rehab or whatever where he meets nurse/doctor reader who is very kind to him and because she just is. She thinks everyone deserves a chance to reform themselves or whatever and so she's very patient with Kai and slowly but surely brings him out of his depression.

Eventually, Kai and reader end up dating and Kai is actually changed as a human too. He's kinder, softer, smiles more often and more tolerant of germs and people. Reader and him often go out on dates and for whatever reason, Kai is unable to use his legs and is in a wheelchair, but reader doesn't mind. In fact, she helps him with his physiotherapy but in a way without belittling Kai.

Kai and reader get married, a very small quiet ceremony and they're having one of their quiet nights in when suddenly Kai gets a shooting pain and needs his meds but reader forgot to buy it on the way home so she immeadiately runs out and to get it for him.

She's on the phone with him to make sure his condition doesn't worsen when suddenly there's a loud crash and she hears fear in his voice as he goes "Y/N, DONT-" before tge call ends and reader immediately sprints back home, thinking the worst.

Her eyes widen as she enters the house, only to be shoved down to the floor by some dude from behind. In front of her, Kai is lying on the floor, gagged, all bloody and bruised as some man pushes him to the ground with a foot on his back.

You can't even yell for help as the man behind you begins beating you up and Kai's screams are muffled as he struggles around to get to you but to no avail. His eyes widen as the man begins taking your clothes off and he fights harder than before, screams louder than before as the vile man begins to do unspeakable things to you while you cry and call for Kai.

Kai can't even look away from you because they force hin to watch unless he wants them to kill you.

After many hours, they finally leave, you're unconscious. Kai is just lying there on the floor as he realises how truly useless he is. How he couldn't save you, how this is all his fault because enemies from his past that he thought he could just forget came today for payback, how he couldn't even call an ambulance for you. No, a neighbour saw your front door open and came by to see you both in horrid conditions and called 911.

In the hospital, as you're being treated, Kai is burning with rage and guilt. He failed to protect the only good thing in his life. He will avenge you, he will never let himself be weak again. He may have promised he'd never go back to his villainy life before, but... he'll have to break it. For your sake and his.

So, Kai gets ahold of his contacts, gets Hari, manipulates some troubled minds into joint forces with him, get him the mommy and resources to get him quirk doctor to return his arms and leg functions and his quirk. Then he tracks down those men who broke into his home that night and has them and their entire generation completely tortured in the most painful way before killing them. And by now, he can't just return to his normal life. No, he's going to be head of the yakuza again because he's realised people only respect and fear you when you're powerful, and Kai will never let himself be weak ever again.

For the rest of the world, he's the old ruthless Kai. But for you, in the privacy of your room, he's the Kai you reformed, loved and married. Kai is still so soft and sweet with you, and ensures that you're not tainted, that you're still as pure as ever, that he loves you and always will. And sure, you see the changes in his personality, the ruthlessness in his eyes as he talks to others, the murderous glint, but you can't afford to be afraid of him when he's the only one who holds you and rocks you soothingly when you have nightmares from that... time.

And it's not like you can leave him if you wanted to, not when Kai's hold on you tightens everytime you try to part with him.

#yandere kai chisaki #yandere kai #yandere overhaul x reader #yandere overhaul #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #tw: noncon

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gulfiya007 · 3 months ago

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On lukola fandom

Here’s some venting about the lukola fandom, and its ways, and consequences, from an ordinary polin, Bridgerton and Luke fan.

Starting from the way Luke’s loved ones and friends are treated by its adherents. Especially his girlfriend. The hate towards her is visceral. The whole phenomenon of bullying and stalking someone just for existing and posting on their SM account from time to time probably needs to be studied by social studies scholars and parasocial relationship specialists, cause it’s new heights apparently.

So, what if she’s proud of Luke as her boyfriend and wants to show it? What if she wants to mark her territory sometimes, to which she has a right btw? What if she trolls haters and delusional IRL shippers occasionally? Hers is probably the most relatable behavior. I myself, as an introvert millennial who doesn’t run one single SM account and cringe from the exhibitionist nature of current SM posting practices, still recognize that there’s nothing unusual about that kind of posting per se. Why was Luke’s former gf, Jade, allowed to post him all the time (which is totally alright btw), but Antonia hinting at having, say, a dinner with Luke is shady, attention-seeking, desperate, needy and despicable?

It's not that I care particularly about her. In fact, I couldn’t care less if she’s replaced by Luke with some other woman in a couple of months or if she is his future wife and mother to his kids. I still believe, regardless of her status in the relationship, she deserves basic respect and decent treatment as a human being that we know pretty much nothing about. She does not deserve the vilification and demonization that she gets.

Luke too, has a right to privacy and respect for his personal choices that are nobody’s business. He owes no one anything in terms of disclosing his dating life and confirming his relationships. If for someone, Luke bringing the girl to almost all his travels and events with himself, is not a proof or statement in and of itself about her being his girlfriend, then that’s on them. No amount of intentional misreading and skewed takes on photos will trump this simple fact.

Also please don’t bring up virtue signaling and other cancel culture stupidities, such as moral judgements passed on Luke and his close ones for political or other values purportedly held by them, of which we in fact know zilch. It’s clear that this is just another useful tool in a shipping crusade.

Nicola too, deserves, for a change, to have her numerous statements taken seriously. Let alone, privacy. She’s being stalked by her so-called fans to insanity. I am sure she, to put it mildly, is uncomfortable about her “queen” and “goddess” status among the cultists, and being a projection vessel for a myriad of sad women. Cause she knows very well this type of passionate idolatry is an inch away from hate, and the plus sign switches to a minus sign the minute she does something not to their liking, a wrong brand or person supported, or not enough disciplining of Luke is exercised. The most delusional thing about lukolas is them truly believing themselves to be Nic’s or Luke’s fans.

Which brings us to the crux of the matter. That IRL shipping is bad, period. Some lukola bloggers on tumblr, TT and IG half-heartedly try to reign in and admonish the more unhinged segment of the fandom by telling them to behave and not bring their bul..t to the actors' feet. However, this is what the lukola discourse platforms, by simply existing, still do - breed crazy fan behavior. Because the problem lies in the belief system itself. No amount of reservations, house-keeping and discipline by lukola discourse 'leaders' will do away with the tenets and premises of this religion that seep through and twist every discussion and speculation about the figures involved (Luke, Nic, etc). Since every reasoning should work towards a certain end goal, all means and distortions are good to achieve it. Finding faults with Luke's character and behavior and demanding a 'redemption' from him, hating and criticizing Luke's friends and family, attributing motivations to the actors and their loved ones that best suit theories, online stalking etc. A myth about Luke ever publicly stating he was single during promo, a ridiculous myth about Bridgerton cast and showrunners shipping lukola (news flash – nobody in the cast cares about their co-stars’ private lives, stop the kindergarten), or the “papgate” affecting in any way Luke’s job prospects. Myths upon myths that build the house of cards of the lukola dogma. I myself wouldn’t care a damn about this fandom if it really contained itself to its close corners and group chats, however, unsurprisingly, they spill over in a grand fashion and permeate all discourse.

You really believe the innocent delulu fangirling has no by-products? These are the staple manifestations of the lukola and of any IRL shipping fandom, and popular lukola theorists are pretty successful in justifying and reinforcing them. And it should not be surprising that some followers, the most zealous and stupid ones, take it too far and actually harass people and be annoying in SM.

As a Luke and polin fan, I am annoyed by this, but I am 100% sure this sh*t is affecting the actors, and you all can kiss goodbye to the chemistry between Luke and Nic naturally displayed during promo. I am sure polin will not be affected, for L and N are excellent actors and friends, but you all soon will look sadly back to S3 promo tour as magic that will never come back.

#luke newton #polin #nicola coughlan #lukola

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mlmxreader · 5 months ago

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Inebriation | Bane x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Bane x Reader

-> Person A stealing Person B's hat/coat when they aren't looking

[I think Reader deserves to steal that giant coat, lol] ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane will always look out for you and look after you, especially when he knows that you're under the influence. He just wishes it was a little bit easier to actually get you home.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ mentions of violence, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, smoking

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It was your good friend's birthday. Celebrations were loud and underway, and as you hung onto Bane's arm, you couldn't help but to grin and laugh loudly; a few stiff drinks here and there, and suddenly Bane had to keep an eye out to make sure that you didn't fall into a bush and pass out there.

He was glad that you were happy, of course, but he did also worry a little bit that you might just fall over and break something as well; he didn't trust most of the people around, especially not the ones he had never seen before who so obviously looked you up and down and checked you out despite your inebriation.

He didn't like that one bit.

But he had to leave you for all of two moments to get you some water from the tap at the bar, as much as he had despised the thought of it; he left you with his coat and didn't think much of it, until he returned to find both missing.

High and low, Bane searched everywhere for you, and could only feel relief when he saw you out in the smoking area with a cigarette and wearing his big, brown fur lined coat.

He didn't waste much time, immediately sitting next to you and putting his hand on your back to keep you from falling when you started to sway side to side, laughing loudly.

"Bane!" You called his name as if he was the most wonderful and precious thing in the entire world. No one ever said his name like that. "You are amazing! You are lovely!"

His eyes crinkled as he let out a low and harsh chuckle from behind his mask, wanting to shake his head. But he merely allowed himself to pat your back gently. "I think, my little robin, you have had too much to drink."

"Nonsense!" You howled out with such glee that it almost hurt. "It's a party! We're here to have fun!"

Bane waited for you to look away to flick your ashes aside so that he could roll his eyes without you noticing. "You are intoxicated, my love."

"Only intoxicated on you," you purred, the words beginning the slur harshly. But then you stood up in front of him, opening your arms and swaying to a beat that he could not hear. "My, my, my Delilah! Why, why, why Delilah! So before they come to break down the door, forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore!"

Bane laughed, the sound loud enough to appear thundering through the confines of the metal of his mask.

He never did understand why you would sing that song after one too many drinks, or when you did it whilst watching the Six Nations rugby and the Rugby World Cup - but he never stopped liking to hear it. Really.

It was daft and he knew that, but you were the one thing in his life that kept him human and made him feel like maybe everything he did was truly worth it.

Plus, he had never stopped thinking about when you had come out of hiding after seeing him break the Bat's back; the look in your eyes as you ran your hands up and down his chest, whispering to ask if he had a moment for some privacy.

He swallowed hard, scratching his throat as he did his best not to think about it too much; he had to make sure to get you home safely and soundly, and to make sure that there were no bushes-as-beds incidents like last time.

Gently, he grabbed your shoulders to pull you into him; your back against his chest as he started to guide you towards his bike; steering you with just a little too much skill. He had done it often enough that it practically came as second nature, as if riding a bike.

But you paused just in front of the bike, letting him lean on it as he kept his hands on your shoulders, and you softly kissed the gap in his mask where his cheek poked through slightly. A loud laugh and a loving grin.

"I love you," you slurred out. "I really do love you! Bane, you're my Delilah!"

The increase in volume of your voice made him loud quietly as he shook his head. "We need to get you home, little robin."

"Robin in a cage," you whispered to him. "All heaven in rage."

He nodded slowly; ever since you insisted on being at his side, he has always called you his little robin - a robin redbreast in a cage puts all heaven in a rage. You had sent the Bat into a frenzied rage when you gave up being his friend and chose Bane instead.

You were Bane's robin, even though you were not in a cage - you came and went as you pleased, did what you wanted. The only time Bane ever got controlling was either because you were drunk and he needed to get you home, or because it was dangerous for you to do something and he feared that the Bat would snatch you.

"My little robin," Bane murmured. "I think it's time we went home. You need to sleep."

You nodded, slouching against him with your forehead pressed to his shoulder as you grumbled under your breath. "I love you. You always look after me."

Slowly, Bane put his arm around you to keep you steady and make sure you didn't fall. "I promised I would. I wouldn't let anything happen to you - I would kill everyone in Gotham if it did."

He meant it.

There was no denying that he did very much mean it, but he wasn't so much worried about that as he helped you onto his bike; making sure that you had your helmet on and you were properly holding onto him.

It wouldn't be long before he had you home, and he would spend the night sleeping on the sofa whilst you slept in bed - if only so he could make sure that you didn't sleep on your side or fall out of bed.

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Thank you so much for reading! But if I may, I would like to redirect your attention to Hayam and her family. They need to get out of Gaza and flee the genocide, they're so close to their goal now that really and truly, it would work wonders if anyone could spare some cash. Even if it's just £1, it really would mean so much to help this family get out and survive genocide, so please, please, if you have any cash to spare at all, consider giving it to Hayam and her beautiful family.

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tgmsunmontue · 12 days ago

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Season to Taste - 25/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTYONE TWENTYTWO TWENTYTHREE TWENTYFOUR

CHAPTER TWENTYFIVE

“Customer service is important, but the customer can be a difficult person.”

“The customer is always right, right?”

“No. Sometimes they are very wrong. And rude. However you need to temper your own reactions. Sometimes they are assholes, but sometimes they are just having a bad day. Something small may be the last thing that just tips them over, and sometimes you will wear the brunt of that. And sometimes you will be the one experiencing that one little thing that sets you off…”

“Is this about me losing my temper yesterday?”

“Maybe,” Leandro pauses, reaches out and pulls Bradley into a hug. “I think I am sometimes too hard on you. We can make our food perfect, but we cannot be perfect ourselves. And expecting others to be perfect will always leave you disappointed.”

“But what about when they fuck things up?”

“Do you think they do it with malice in their hearts? On purpose to annoy you or make you look bad?”

“No…”

“Then give them a little grace. A little. We can make mistakes. We are human. When it happens over and over, well, then you can maybe find a better solution hmm?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

… … …

“So I asked him to order thirty bags, and instead he ordered thirty pounds.”

“What are you going to do with thirty pounds of spinach?” Jake doesn’t know what he’d do with any spinach, isn’t sure he even eats or likes spinach. If he eats it, it’s probably hidden in other things if his sisters are cooking. Leo can also probably make it taste good.

“Well, I'm making a green risotto, and also making a spinach and ricotta filling... Just, it’s just over twice as much spinach what we usually get delivered. It just kept fucking coming…”

“This is kind of funny.”

“Fucking annoying and potentially wasteful, if I hadn't caught it in time.”

“Noone died. You need to lighten up a little. Can you return it?”

“Uh…”

“You didn’t even think about ringing and asking did you?”

“Fuck.”

“Oh babe, simplest solution…” Jake says, and he knows the others are making kissy-faces at him, because privacy is hard to come by on a carrier, but he can’t find it anywhere in him to care. So what, he’s soft for his boyfriend. He’s still the best in the air where it matters most to them, and Leo deserves the best, and if he likes Jake being soft then he’ll be the damned softest.

… … …

Bradley feels like a cold hand is digging fingers tight into his heart, long after he and Jake have ended their short call.

Noone died.

Jake’s words, said in a joking manner. And no one will die in his kitchen, barring freak explosions. But Jake... Jake's job is far more dangerous. He closes his eyes and forces himself to not borrow trouble. Not over something he has zero control over. There are plenty of people he could ring and talk to, of course there are, about the hazards of being a naval aviator. He knows better than most just how dangerous the job can be. None of the people he could talk to care for Jake like he does, but there are some… He picks up his phone again and presses call.

“Hello?”

“Hey Maria…”

“Bradley. Hi. This is… uh. Unexpected.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Just uh, nothing’s wrong, I just… wanted to talk to someone else who was maybe worried about him as well.”

“Oh… shit. Yeah. Your first deployment huh? I wish I could say it gets easier but it sucks and we all hate it. And he’s been out of the nest since he finished high school, so it’s not like we’re used to him being around but…”

“You really miss his presence when it’s not there huh?”

“You got it. He’s a pretty big personality when he wants to be.”

“Yeah.”

“So… Is it the distance or the danger?”

“The danger. Uh. I was just wondering how you cope. When he's away doing his pilot shit?”

“Well, we've been assured he's damn good at that pilot shit you so eloquently called it. He loves flying. What I try and take comfort in, is that the US Navy has spent a lot of money and time training him. And all the naval aviators. It's in their best interests to keep them as safe as possible while they do their jobs... Do you know much about the Navy?”

Bradley laughs humorlessly.

“Yeah. A bit.”

“What does that mean?”

“My dad was a naval aviator. He died in a training exercise.”

“Oh. Oh shit. Jake didn’t mention that.”

“No. It doesn’t exactly make for nice dinner time conversation.”

“Are you okay with him being a Naval aviator?”

“Of course. He loves it. Wish the distance wasn’t a thing of course, but it’s fine.”

“Very pragmatic of you.”

“I’d rather have the little bits of him that I can than none at all.”

“Wow. That’s sweet. You’re sweet.”

“Mostly,” Bradley says with a grin. “Anyway, I have something else I need to bring up. Vi will come and do the actual business talk, but apparently everyone thinks the sauce I made could do well commercially, but I don’t really want to put my name on it. It’s Jake’s sauce…”

“If everyone could hear you now they would never believe the foul-mouthed and hot-tempered chef Bradley Bradshaw was so smitten with a guy he made him an entire range of ketchups…”

“Yeah well, it was hurting to watch him put fucking store bought shit on stuff. At least now there’s more nutritional value at least.”

“If you start making ketchup commercially don’t you think he might get a clue that you’re, I don’t know, more famous that you let on?”

“He’s seen me on your recipe books. You’re right about him being kind of oblivious about the whole thing.”

“Yes, well. He won’t care, when he does realize.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. He won’t. It’s good, because I’ve got something else which is probably more important to him…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, my dad was a naval aviator and I’ve got a few family friends who are still active. Some of them are quite high up. I think Jake will care more about those than he will about me being famous.”

“Yes. You are definitely right there. Like… high up family friends?”

“Like the highest ranking admiral on his current carrier. I asked him to deliver Jake a care package a couple of weeks ago. Jake just mentioned it in passing, no big deal…”

“Uh…”

“What?”

“Oh, he’ll wait until he sees you in person to say something. However, he’ll also have plenty of time to cool down if he was angry about it.”

“I don’t think he was angry. More curious. It’s not like it’s my actual dad or anything…”

“Just family friends willing to do you favors. Right.”

“I’m little orphan Annie. They feel sorry for me.”

“Hmm. I think you just put on the charm.”

“Wow Maria, I’m hurt…”

“Okay, now I see why you and Jake make a good match. I look forward to talking to Vi.”

“Thanks for the chat…”

“Anytime Bradley. I mean it.”

… … …

“What are we doing in here?”

“Well, I know what I’m doing. You just followed me in here like a lost puppy…”

“Well, I am cute. You didn’t answer my question though.”

“I’m browsing…”

“In a culinary store?”

“Yeah, I want to send Leo something…” Jake says, looking at the different versions of chef whites, and he knows Leo muttered about boring uniform whites, but these are black and have brightly colored fabric on the cuffs and chest piece, and oh… there’s one that’s fucking perfect. He grabs it off the rack and eyes it up, pretty sure it’s the right size, grin wide and he ignores the skeptical eyebrow that Phoenix has raised, clearly unimpressed with his choice.

“He’s got a giant, uh…” Jake blinks, frowns, his brain not able to come up with the word he’s looking for. “Cock-“

“I don’t need to know that!”

“No! Well… no!”

“La la la la la, I’m not listening!”

Jake rolls his eyes and pulls her hands away from her ears.

“What’s another word for male chicken, or cockerel?”

“Oh,” she lets her hands drop. "You mean rooster?”

“That’s it! He has a giant rooster tattoo on his leg, and his last name means rooster in Italian…”

“Oh… okay. Then that’s kind of sweet. Maybe you’re not such a bad catch after all Hangman…”

“Too late for you to have that realization Phoenix, I am well and truly taken.”

TWENTYSIX

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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subskz · 11 months ago

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okay WE ALL KNOW that channie is the goodest boy in the entire world, BUUUTTT that just makes me wanna break him down to the point where he’ll act up. like if one of the rules the two of you were to have is “don’t touch yourself without permission,” channie would 100% follow it. he would never even dream of disobeying you and touching himself without permission. but would it still be like that after a month of zero stimulation? he needs to touch himself, it’s human nature after all, but he doesn’t want to disobey you. but you won’t allow him to touch himself! and if he begs you to touch him, you refuse. it just makes u want to keep going until he breaks down and breaks the rules. he would feel soooo guilty seeing his cum on his fingers after he touched himself without permission. i think he would go to you and fess up, crying and apologizing abt how he disobeyed you and that he deserves to get punished :( or maybe catching him in the act would be a lot hotter…like right when he’s about to cum so he has to choose between submitting to you and stopping or submitting to the desire burning up inside of him and cum right then and there

this is so cute and so channie i love it <333 it’s a lil mean but when he’s such an sweet, well-behaved boy who rarely does anything to deserve being punished, you can’t help but wanna test his limits and see just how far his obedience can go…plus the pure shame he’d feel for disappointing you when he finally snaps and gives in to his desires would make it all the more satisfying~

channie doesn’t see much of a reason to ever be bratty w you bc you always treat him so good!! nothing makes him happier than pleasing you and hearing your sweet praises when he does well, just like you said he’d never dream of breaking a rule!! and it’s not even necessarily bc he’s afraid of the consequences, it’s mostly bc he just hates the thought of letting you down ): but when you suddenly get extra strict on him out of nowhere poor baby would be so confused and doesn’t really know how to handle it bc he didn’t do anything wrong…he keeps begging to make it up to you somehow, but there’s nothing he can do to change your mind, it’s just too cute watching him grow more and more desperate w each passing day

i agree that chan’s the type who can go a long while without needing to get himself off so at first he’d be okay following your new rules, but as the weeks past and he really starts to miss your touch, that’s what clouds his judgement most ❤️‍🩹 it’s hard enough for him to even ask you for permission to touch himself bc it makes him a lil shy, and when you consistently refuse him he ends up trudging around like a kicked puppy, feeling his patience slip more and more. he’d wrap his arms around you and press himself against your thigh, mumbling “channie’s been a good boy right?” and when you smile so sweetly at him and say yes, he almost feels a glimmer of hope, only for you to pat his cheek affectionately and leave him hard and needy like that

when he finally breaks, he doesn’t even need any toys or visuals or anything else to help him get off, he just thinks of you the entire time ㅠㅠ maybe he does it in the shower where he has enough privacy and the running water can help mask his moans of relief. or maybe he does it in your bedroom while you’re away, grasping your pillow close or holding up a sweater of yours to his nose, pumping faster and faster each time he breathes in your scent until he finally spills all over his hand w a pathetic whine. the pleasure of finally getting to release would immediately get overtaken by hot shame creeping up on his skin

he’d absolutely admit it to you on his own afterwards bc he just wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt of what he’d done, in his mind he doesn’t deserve to get away with it. the thought of him breaking into tears as he apologizes and begs you to put him in his place is so cute <3 he would take any punishment you give him like a good boy—spanking, edging, degradation, overstimulation, even if he’s crying the entire time. sweet baby might even hiccup out a weak little “thank you” afterwards through all his sniffling and sobbing

but walking in on him in the act 😵‍💫 the visual of channie looking so desperate and almost animalistic and he frantically tries to bring himself to a climax would be mind-numbing…it doesn’t help that he’s so loud, it’s almost inevitable that you’d catch him when he’s chanting your name over n over and letting out the neediest whimpers each time he bucks into his fist. his reaction when you catch him would be so priceless too…he’d make the cutest flustered squeak and immediately bury his face in your sweater, going beet red. embarrassingly enough, you watching him is almost enough to make him cum on the spot 💓 if his head hasn’t gone fuzzy beyond the point of return, i think he’d force himself to pull his hand away and immediately start pleading for you to help him finish, rasping out how sorry he is for being so pathetic, he just needs you so bad, it aches so bad, he didn’t know what to do w himself anymore ): makes for the perfect opportunity to pretend to agree, only for his grateful moans to turn into full-on sobs when you end up edging him instead…poor channie might end up breaking for real

#ask #💌 channie

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forgeofthenine · 1 year ago

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would you write something for zevlor with a human reader (age gap always welcomed and loved)

where he is a bit insecure about reader not wanting to be seen with a „lesser species“/the tiefling discrimination but reader reassures him hes very much loved <3

i just love my men soft and angsty 😭

I am more than happy to provide some soft and angsty Zevlor, with some fluff at the end! I love a good age gap too, so I had to include it. Hope you enjoy Anon! :)

Zevlors insecurities about being with a human partner

Zevlor is near uncomfortably aware that he is older than you

Significantly older

And, gods forbid, a tiefling

He wasn't going to even attempt courting you at first, happy to accept his feelings as unrequited

He was fully prepared to watch you chase after someone else

But, to see you come spend time with him, to see you flirt with him felt unreal

Honestly felt like a dream for Zevlor to know you wanted him the same way

Despite all his excitement, and the way you persue him, he still has worries

Tieflings aren't looked upon well, and you're a young, popular adventurer

He doesn't want to cause any trouble for you, or to become a source of embarrassment

While you're toeing the line of making your relationship romantic it's easy to see he has some reservations

It'll take a bit of reassurance and encouragement from you for him to eventually open up, finally happening in the privacy of your tent

Zevlor doesn't want you to think he doesn't want you, and it's hard for him to explain at first what he is feeling

He just feels like he may be more trouble than he's worth

This is when he really needs reassurance, your hands running over his shoulders as he speaks, letting him know you understand with nods and hums

Once he's done, please make it clear that you want him because he's him, an older tiefling paladin that you just adore

Please just kiss him at this point, he deserves it

It takes Zevlor a little bit of time for him to come to believe things for himself

Though, if you defend him from someone who decided to be an ass about Zevlor being a tiefling, he'd just know you're the one

Watching you go off on someone for calling him a 'demon spawn' is what really makes Zevlor realise that he's in love

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x you #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader #zevlor x you #bri answers

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spooky-bunnys · 1 year ago

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I absolutely love how you write, it's so light and fresh, so genuine that it's a delight to read! I just love your profile ✨🖤🌸

It may be one of Edward Cullen x MaleReader! Edward leaves MaleReader when he meets Bella convinced that she was his true love but breaks her heart in the process, MaleReader is rude and charismatic at heart but it affected him so he just walks away from the cullens and moves on with his life falling madly in love with a man who later discovers that he is a demon who roams the earth in search of his own happiness and both come together for it. Both begin to love each other and join the Volturi for battle as spectators taking care of collateral damage and guarding the injured, both were a power couple in the Volturi coven. Edward just watches helplessly as his old love was more than happy with his new family and love.

Warning this is a slight crossover with Black Butler. But I hope you enjoy!

New and Better Family

Edward ANGST

(Name) had always been there with him. Through everything. How does he get repaid? Getting replaced. By a fucking human. A HUMAN OF ALL THINGS! He was done. (Name) was in his and Edward's shared room. Packing a bag. Emmett and Jasper stood in the door way. Trying to talk him out of leaving. Rosalie knew exactly how he felt and thought he deserved to leave if he wanted to. Alice?

"(Name) your over reacting! You should be happy!" (Name) ignored her. Continuing to pack his bag. Carlise was calming Esme down in his office. When (Name) announced he was leaving, Esme immediately tried talking him out of it. She didn't understand why he was so upset. She knew him and Edward were mates. But Edward kept saying he found his true mate. Then practically threw (Name) aside.

Zipping up the bag (Name) shoved the three out of his way running out of the room and out the front door. He left the Cullen's resident and coven. When he was far enough he finally felt it. The mate thread broke. He felt to his knees holding his chest. It hurt. But what hurt worse? Seeing someone you gave everything up for....give you up. (Name) growled standing brushing the dirt off him and headed back....home.

When he arrived back in Italy he felt broken. He knew how his father figure was gonna react to not only him coming home but....the fact that he let Edward do what he did. When he arrived to the castle the guards immediately bowed. The Vampire Prince returns. He quickly made his way to the throne room. Throwing open the door and throwing his bag at a random guard member. Throwing himself into his uncles arms.

Marcus upon seeing the broken mate string immediately held his nephew close. He knew the feeling all too well of losing a mate. Caius jumped from his throne about to march over but seeing his son cry in his brothers arms knew something was up. So he sat back down grumbling lowly. Aro looked confused but pleased that his nephew returned. When he went to ask something Marcus rose a hand to him.

When their hands made contact Aro's face dropped. Oh that stupid Cullen boy. He released his brothers hand and grabbed his other brothers arm leading them out of the room. Giving the two privacy. Caius began arguing about how he needed to stay by his sons side when Aro explained what he saw. (Name) catching Edward cheating. How Edward explained that Bella was his true mate. How he was tossed aside for a human girl. How his mate string is broken.

Caius saw red. He was ready to declare war against the Cullens. Ready to destroy the coven for how that boy and the seer treated his precious son like trash. Aro gently grabbed Caius's shoulders. "Wait brother. Before you do that give (Name) time to properly heal before trying to destroy those he holds close." Caius frowned deeply. It was true his son held some of the Cullens dear. He sighed and nodded. First thing he needs to do is comfort his son.

Upon reentering the throne room Caius saw how his son was asleep on Marcus. His power still amazed him. (Name) could sleep and eat like any human. But his vampire powers were more powerful then anyone the kings know. Which is why he was so special to the Volturi. Caius made his way over and carefully lifted his son into his arms. He nodded to his brother before making his way to his son's wing of the castle.

Once (Name) was in bed and covered Caius sworn revenge for his son. He never wanted to see his son like this ever again. He'd make sure those who broke him will pay. With not only their lives, but their happiness. Caius ran a hand through (Name)'s hair knowing it calmed him down. Once (Name) was better he'd introduce him to the new guards, his wife, and everyone in the Volturi.

It didn't take as long as (Name) thought it would to heal his broken heart. Being surrounded by his old and new family's love was something he was grateful for. It was when (Name) decided to leave the castle to feed did he find his true mate. A tall man with shiny black hair. Eyes that told a thousand stories. A smile that made him feel things Edward never did. And a touch that was more addicting then anything. (Yes. You are mated to Sebastian. Cause he's better then Edgelord Edward)

When (Name) told his family about his true mate many things happened. Aro was overjoyed knowing his nephew finally got what he deserved. Marcus was confused upon seeing the string which was uch different then anything he's seen but still happy for (Name). Caius. Well. He didn't react too well. Since (Name) had been sneaking out of the castle for nearly a year to be with his mate.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Caius roared. Seeing an unknown person all over his child. Caius was ready to rip his head off and burn his body and dance in the ashes. Marcus spoke up silencing everyone. "Truly remarkable." Upon seeing the confused faces around him he held his hand out to Aro. Who gleefully took it. And started laughing madly upon seeing the true mate string. But it was different. "Just what are you?" Aro asked speeding into the man's face.

The smirk on the man's face didn't waver. Only grew. "I am a Demon. I've been searching for love and happiness for centuries. Until I stumbled across little (Name) here." (Name) was shocked and hurt. His mate was a demon? Why didn't he tell him? The male stuck his hand out to Aro. Smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm Sebastian." Aro took his hand and frowned upon getting nothing from the male.

Sebastian smirked more seeing the frown. "Sorry to say this but your power doesn't work on me." Aro smiled. Seeing the statement as a challenge. Oh he liked this Sebastian. "(Name)? Darling what's wrong?" Everyone turned to (Name) who looked extremely hurt. "Why didn't you tell me you were a demon? I knew you weren't human and told you what I was...." Caius stood from his throne and made his way to the couple.

"Well. Maybe it's because there is a law against it." Caius threw out there. Hoping to cheer his son up. Which worked. (Name) nodded knowing that every species have rules. Caius then glared at Sebastian. "Well since you are the mate of my son I will introduce myself. I am Volturi King Caius. Father of (Name)." Sebastian then looked surprised before smirking broadly.

Sebastian dipped (Name) making him squeak. "Oh~ so your royalty? Well then this is gonna be fun." (Name) then growled and shoved him away blushing. "Stupid flirty demon." Caius smiled. He missed seeing his son so happy. He hoped nothing will damage their happiness. But sadly Caius had jinxed it. Cause not much later the Volturi received an invite to the wedding of Edward Mason Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan.

(Name) threw the invitation into the library fire. After spending decades together Edward refused marriage. Now a few years with a human and he gets married? (Name) was growling and cursing every word in the Italian dictionary. Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around (Name). Bringing him to lay against his chest. Sitting them in (Name)'s favorite chair. "Aww what's wrong my angry prince?"

(Name) glared at him and punched him in the chest. Sebastian didn't react. (Name) frowned more before he sighed. "It's just...we spend a very long time together. I proposed every decade because I knew he wouldn't but he rejected me every single time!" (Name) threw his arms up. "Then some clumsy clown of a human stumbles into his life and he throws me away like I'm some animal carcus." Sebastian leaned into (Name)'s ear before speaking softly.

"Just imagine though. If he had agreed, we never would've met." (Name) freezes. He was right. (Name) didn't need that stupid Edgelord. He had Sebastian. Who actually loved and cared for him. "Why don't we get married?" (Name) stopped breathing. Did he hear that right? "What?" He asked breathlessly. Sebastian chuckled. Seeing his normal hateful mate speechless. "I said let's get married."

(Name) turned and looked at him. Trying to see if he was serious. Sebastian was. He as holding out a ring with a (size) red gem. (Name) smiled widely and threw himself more into Sebastian screaming out a yes. The kings (mainly Caius) broke the door down. Wondering what was going on until they saw the crying (Name) with a ring on his left ring finger. They each cheered (except Caius he roared at the Demon for not asking him permission before giving him his blessing).

The wedding was wonderful. Many covens and demons came. Including Sebastians son figure Ciel who gave one look at (Name) before nodding tell Sebastian "He's good. Don't do anything bloody stupid." (Name) knew the two were gonna get along greatly and even invited Ciel to move into his wing in the castle. To which surprisingly he agreed. After the wedding and helping Ciel moving into the castle, Sebastian and (Name) went on their honeymoon to England.

(Name) loved the sights and culture. Taking many pictures and grabbing suviners for his family. But sadly the honeymoon was cut short when (Name) got a call from a furious Caius about the making of an immortal child. When they arrived back to Italy (Name) headed straight to the throne room. Annoyed that his wonderful honey moon was interrupted. But his mood worsen upon finding out it was his ex that was responsible.

"I knew he was stupid. But I didn't think he was that bloody fucking stupid." (Name) had a slight English accent from his honeymoon which not gonna lie Sebastian was enjoying. Very much. "What makes you so sure that they actually did make an immortal child? I mean this is Carlise's coven we're talking about. He may let Edgelord walk over him but he wouldn't allowed him to break such a law." He had a point. That's when Aro rose a hand. "We have a witness young (Name)."

That's all he needed to know before smirking widely. Sebastian felt a lustful shiver run down his back. 'Oh the way that smirk looked on (Name)' he thought. Ciel who was in the throne room shot his a disgusted look. "Now isn't the time to get horny you stupid demon!" He definitely fit in the family. It didn't take long for the Volturi to gather their own witnesses. When they were ready they immediately headed out.

When (Name) arrived on the battle field, the first thing he did was make eye contact with Edward. Who looked extremely surprised to see him. Sebastian growled loudly and dragged (Name) into his arms. Holding him close and tight. Ciel immediately understand the situation stepped in front of him. Sending a hateful glare his way. Both Demon's eyes were glowing red with murderous intentions.

(Name) placed a hand on Sebastian's right cheek and another on Ciel's left shoulder. Letting them know he was fine. Both stood their ground. Edward looked heart broken. That's when Marcus gave his hand to Aro who laughed like a phsyco. "Ah dear Edward! Was throwing away your mate worth spending eternity with your blood singer. Who is in fact NOT your true mate?" Edward frowned and glared at Aro.

(Name) smirked and opened his mouth. "We should really be thanking him Uncle Aro." Everyone on the Cullen's side looked shocked at the reveal. "Oh? Why is that young (Name)?" Aro asked with the biggest grin on his face. He knew where (Name) was going with this. "Well. If he hadn't thrown me away I never would've met my true mate." The Cullen side froze. Jaws dropped looking at him is disbelief. "Or gotten the son I always wanted."

(Name) pulled Ciel close and smirked at them. Ciel blushed looking away. Sebastian chuckled. "That's a lovely speech darling~" Sebastian turned (Name)'s face and kissed him passionately making direct eye contact with Edward. As if to say "Stay away. He's mine now". Edward looked away hurt. When Sebastian released him (Name) immediately elbowed him in the stomach blushing madly. He had covered Ciels eyes and was now holding him close.

"But yes. Thank you Edward. Cause now I'm the happiest I've ever been and it's all thanks to you." Edward doesn't know why he was so hurt and jealous seeing (Name) wrapped in someone else's arms. Their bond had been broken. So why was he feeling like this? He didn't realize what it was until the end of the battle. Which he had surprisingly lost. Be he knew if he was against (Name) he'd lose. But what surprised him was how well he fought with his new family.

A family in which Edward had given him.....by letting him go stupidly.

#male reader #x male reader #twilight #twilight x male reader #black butler #black butler x male reader #crossover

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flowerandblood · 1 year ago

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The Taste of Shame (2)

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

[ warnings: doubts related to sex work, panic attack, remorse and depression, fluff, sexual tension ]

[ description: Aemond works as a professional dom, fulfilling the various fantasies of his female clients - however, he guards his privacy and does not enter into any relationships with them, recognizing that he does not want or need it. It turns out that what he wants and what he doesn’t no longer matter when he meets his friend’s younger sister for the first time. Slow burn, sexual tension, doubts related to sex work. ]

Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond NSFW Alphabet

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Walking to the lecture they talked about everything and nothing; for the most part, she was the one speaking, telling stories or asking questions, guiding her bike beside her by the handlebars, while he just added his thought or simply remained silent, listening to her.

They arrived at the Community Centre true to her word very quickly and indeed he immediately saw posters announcing that there would be free lectures by philosophers in the fields of contemporary ethics.

Robert's sister padlocked her bike in the designated area and they both went inside, following the signs. They entered a large, neo-classical hall with beautiful pillars and rich ornamentation on the ceiling, reminding him of a theatre or opera house.

They sat side by side on seats in one of the first rows − she explained to him that the presenter would be asking questions and, among others, her professor would be answering.

Indeed, the discussion was remarkably interesting and he caught himself drawn in; the men were talking among themselves about capital punishment, attitudes to the treatment of other humans and animals, warfare and human-wide conflicts.

However, he felt a cold sweat on his back and a tightness in his throat, his heart starting to pound like mad when the presenter asked the next question.

"As we know, a lot of young people start, as they say in modern times, sexworking − whether they show up on webcams or have sex for money. How do you, Professor, view this, do you think it's good for the psyche of such people? Is it morally right?"

The professor grunted and corrected his glasses with a slight hand gesture; he was a grey-haired, elderly man with a kindly, calm face.

"It depends on a number of factors. Firstly − what that young person's goal is. When we choose our job, we usually want more than just to earn money, most people's dream is to do things that fascinate them, that they are fulfilled in. Of course, people are also fulfilled in the sexual sphere with their partners, however, what happens when sexuality becomes a profession?

Well, in a way, two things are then combined that can be very destructive to the psyche − materliness and one's own body. At the same time, we make the decision ourselves, so it is not morally wrong if it involves two adults who agree to it, but there is an internal objectification, a selling of some part of our intimacy.

Of course, one can feel good about it. One may even like it. One should not tell such people that they are denying something, or say that they are selling themselves, that they are pricing their value. You see, it is not for us to judge. Everyone can do what they want with their body, it is their unquestionable right.

However, the danger arises when, underneath this materialistic approach, there is a desire for self-destruction, a desire to simultaneously dominate, to be in charge − I decide what happens to my body − and, at the same time, I desire to humiliate myself in my own eyes − I sell myself and I'm nothing, I don't want affection because I don't deserve it.

This issue is very complex and delicate, judging too quickly, especially by outsiders, will be even more hurtful to such people, a confirmation that they will never be loved and accepted, so they will be afraid to make sexuality emotional, which will lead to the opposite effect that we would all like."

The presenter nodded with understanding.

"If the professor were to state what it should look like in an ideal world, what would the professor say?"

The man laughed good-naturedly, stroking his white beard.

"I don't have an answer to that. I think that in an ideal world, the person who is made for us would be highlighted to us in green and those who hurt us in red. But we don't have that option. I think the fundamental mistake of every human being is to make judgements prematurely, instead of being willing to understand, to offer conversation, to support.

Calling someone a whore or a slut has never helped anyone, what's more, it only makes such people even more likely to have suicidal thoughts and be afraid to seek help when they feel they need it, because they are scared of revealing themselves to their parents or loved ones."

The presenter moved on to the next topic, but he heard nothing more, staring blankly at the floor, leaning forward so that his elbows were on his knees − he felt himself trembling all over, his eyes burning from the moisture that had gathered under his eyelids, his throat all clenched.

He felt her hand on his back and he shuddered, glancing over his shoulder at her with wide eyes − she was leaning over him worriedly, he could smell her pleasant scent again.

"Are you all right? Do you want to go out for some fresh air?" She asked frightened, clearly seeing how pale he was, and he nodded in embarrassment.

By the time they got outside it was completely dark; he reached with his shaking hand into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, taking out a cigarette and a lighter, firing it quickly and putting it into his mouth.

He felt her looking at him − they were standing in the square in front of the main entrance where there was no one but them, all around them was the loud hum of moving cars.

For some reason he felt desperate and miserable, weak, small; he clenched his eyes shut, shaking his head, trying to pull himself together. He sat down on the cold stone steps and she immediately sat down next to him, far too close.

He sighed when he felt her hand on his shoulder, stroking him gently, her warm breath on his cheek cool from the crisp evening air. He let out a loud puff of smoke with his lips, thinking only of how he had never let any woman touch him.

He placed his hand on hers, wanting to feel her for once, her skin soft as silk, exactly as he had imagined; he looked at her in pain, her eyebrows arched in worry, in incomprehension of what had actually happened.

"I'm selling myself." He said finally, desperate, and she blinked as if she didn't understand what she had just heard.

He took a drag again, not taking his eyes off her, and let the smoke out through his nose.

"I do all sorts of fucked up things to women for money and get satisfaction out of it, you know?" He asked in a low, trembling voice, feeling devastated how tears of shame one by one began to run down his face.

He felt himself shaking all over and thought he was an idiot, wondering how he could have said that to her. For some reason, he felt something inside him break.

He wanted her to know, to tell him she was disgusted with him, to look at him with that look full of reserve, to tell him it was nothing and just go away simply to let him finally stop thinking about her.

He saw her tighten her lips, her eyes turning red, her eyebrows arching in sorrow as if she was in pain as he was. He felt a pleasant shudder when her hand stroked gently through his hair as if he were a small child, and then she hugged her face to his cheek and simply remained silent.

She didn't say anything.

She stayed.

She wanted to comfort him.

Delighted at this revelation, he burst out into a quiet, mournful sob, leaned over and snuggled his face into her neck, wanting to hide from his own shame and remorse, from what she might think of him, from what he feared and could not forgive himself for.

Why did he have to be like this?

Why exactly did this give him fulfilment?

He sighed quietly as she put her arms around him and hugged him, her soft hand stroking his cheek with gentle, slow movements, her face nestled against his hair and placing a gentle kiss on it.

"You didn't do anything wrong." She whispered finally; he swallowed hard, rubbing the tip of his nose against her neck, brushing his lips gently against her bare skin, again, and then again.

He felt her tremble and tighten her hands on his leather jacket, his manhood in his trousers completely hard.

He had no idea what had just happened between them, but he didn't want to stop.

After a moment, as his emotions left him he realised what he had done.

That he had told a complete stranger about who he was, revealed to her his darkest secret.

This thought made him panic − he got up abruptly and mumbled through his tears that he would go home already, that he apologised to her for everything, not listening to her pleas to wait for her, running quickly down the stone stairs, walking ahead.

He looked over his shoulder as he turned into the corner of the next street and noticed with some kind of disappointment that she was not following him.

He burst out into uncontrollable sobs for the second time once he had locked himself in his car having complete chaos in his head, feeling that he was going through some kind of panic attack.

He thought that until he'd met her he hadn't felt this way, that the idea that he couldn't date her because of what he'd done made him start to regret it all.

What was he supposed to do now?

He reached for his phone hearing it vibrate and unlocked it quickly seeing as many as three new messages from her.

He clenched his eyelids, dropping his phone on the other seat, hiding his face in his hands.

He needed to calm down.

He sat like that for a few minutes in silence, not thinking about anything, just breathing, and then he drove home as if nothing had happened.

He entered his flat, took a shower, ate something and then turned on the TV, all mechanical, completely empty; he shuddered when he got a new message, reaching uncertainly for his phone and felt an unpleasant twinge in his stomach when he saw it was one of his clients.

She wanted to meet the next day.

No, he thought.

I don't want to.

He wrote her back that he was taking a break from it all for a while.

He was infuriated when she started texting him to tell him not to do it, that she needed him, that meeting him made her want to go on living.

He slammed his phone furiously into the wall.

What about what he fucking needed?

When he picked it up after several minutes he found that it worked despite the cracked screen.

He accessed the last messages he'd received from Robert's sister and began typing quickly to her on his phone's keypad.

He pressed his lips together when he saw that she immediately displayed his message, a bubble popped up in his app window indicating that she had just written back to him.

He swallowed loudly, writing her back without thinking, without controlling himself, allowing himself to shamelessly write her exactly what was in his head.

He stared at the screen with a pounding heart, wondering whether to do it or not, walking restlessly around his living room with his phone in his hands − he typed out the answer slowly, feeling that he was hot.

She didn't reply for a long time even though he could see that she had displayed his message.

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, laughing despairingly under his breath, not believing how desperate he was.

He'd known it from the moment he'd seen her, when she'd gotten off that fucking bike and looked at him with those big, innocent eyes of hers.

He stood looking at her message as if stupefied, reading it again and again, unable to believe it, feeling like he was about to die from the arousal and heat he felt in his chest, his fingers trembling as he tapped out his reply to her.

And so she did.

He didn't dare propose to meet her alone, knowing how that would have gone down on his part.

He didn't want to scare her off.

However, they wrote with each other for days, even during his classes; Criston and Robert laughed at him for having a girlfriend and not even wanting to introduce her to them.

He didn't care.

She was the first person he told about how it all started, what he felt when he did it, what aroused him and what repulsed him about it all.

She listened to him and answered him with sincere concern and worry, without judging him, without pretending it was a simple and obvious subject, giving him a sense of comfort and understanding.

He made it clear to her that he had refrained from any contact with strange women for the time being.

He licked his lower lip as he lay back in his bed, writing her off quickly.

He swallowed hard when she wrote him back after a moment.

He felt a squeeze in his heart at her words, some kind of pain that she thought of herself that way, that she saw herself as just another person he wanted to take out on.

He chuckled involuntarily, typing back a quick response to her question.

He blinked, looking at his screen with a pounding heart, not believing what he read.

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𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇʏ- ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ

Tw: Teenage love, mentions of passed bullying, weapon mentioned (spear), mamas just want what’s best for their kids, Tonowari being a loving father, Titanic reference, confession, kissing.

Author’s note: I thought of spicing things up a bit, they will be more conflict later but not too hard because I am rooting for Neteyam and Y/n. Also comment some ideas for the next part, idk how long this series will turn out, but I'd like to see what you guys want to see next. I hope I’m not moving too fast, I just really love where this is going. I also forgot to add the masterlist on the other fics, I’ll be sure to add the link.

P.s. I apologies for late tagging people on my taglist, its my first time doing a taglist and I go back to my other posts and check the comments to see if anyone else would want to be tag. Also for some reason some of the people I tag won’t pop up, sorry :(

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Neytiri knew something, she knew that her eldest son had began to catch feelings for someone. The thing is she had no idea who her son was falling head over heels for. She wanted to know who it was and find out fast because the curiosity would consume her, if he ended up lying to her, she would not be happy than she already isn’t. Neytiri was still mad that she had to leave her home, it still irked her that her family will now have to live differently then what they were used to in the forest.

She wanted to keep a close eye on him but she would be invading his privacy, her mate was already hard on their kids, she didn’t want to be that kind of mother, but if it was for the sake of her children, so be it. Neytiri will give Neteyam some space, allowing him to tell her when he is ready.

Even after that talk with her mate, Ronal was still worried, she feared that her child may be taken away from her from an unworthy mate. She wanted her child to be happy but with the right person. It was hard enough that y/n could not mate before eywa light rest of the people due to her being different. Ronal did not like to call her child a human, humans were demons that destroy beautiful things for their own benefit.

Y/n was strong, yes she may not be a na’vi but she is a strong girl who deserves to be a Tsahik in the future, but she knew that the responsibility will lay on Tsireya due to being the oldest. She hopes in finding out who this person was sooner rather than later, before it is to late. Every time Ronal looks at Y/n, she sees her as a baby she once held for the first time, her small body covered in red, her baby. Ronal would do anything in her power to keep her baby happy.

You had finished getting ready for the day, instead of going for swim, you decided to go practice with your spear. You wore a top that was made of rope, seaweed and some pearls that hanged. For the bottom you wore a small skirt around your hips made out of light and dark net, you tide a cloth under you to cover your intimate parts. You tied your hair up to keep it out of the way, when you were using your weapon.

When done you left to the beach, the day had been going smoothly. Some kinds were running around playing in the water, the fishermen had come back from the ocean with fish, everything was normal. You stopped in a small spot that was bit farther away from the beach, it was like a training ground of yours and your father’s. You both would come here to practice on how you could use a spear. On your thirteenth birthday he gifted you the spear he made for you. You loved it very much, you didn’t allow anyone to touch, the people who could touch it was Tsireya, your mother and father. You didn’t trust your brother with your spear, he’d probably break it or something.

You were throwing your spear as hard as you could, you wanted to go farther than you already were. Your father has taught you how to use a spear from a young age, due to it you had got some muscle, you wish you were more muscular like him. Also not to mention what you can do with a blade, when your mother found out that your father gave you a blade at a small age, she nearly popped a blood vessel. Ronal was very protective of you, she feared that anything could harm you due to not being a na’vi. Tonowari had a talk with her about you learning how to fight and such, he knew that one day they will not always be their to protect you, he wanted you to be a warrior and to fend for yourself when they were no longer around.

After what felt like a while, you managed to throw the spear farther away hitting a palm tree near by. You began jumping of joy, you finally manage to do it. “Good shot” you stopped to turn, seeing the oldest forest boy. You felt your face feel a bit warm. “Oh, thank you, I didn’t know you were here” you said as you walked over to the palm tree to get your spear. Neteyam walked closer, just incase you need help with pulling out your spear.

You got a good grip on your spear and pulled hard enough, taking the spear out the palm tree. Neteyam watched as his mouth dropped, you were strong, of course you were, you’re the daughter of the Olo'eyktan. You smiled at him seeing his face. “What?” you giggled which made him change his face real quick. “Oh! Nothing, you’re just... really strong” he said shyly looking away as he rubbed the back of his neck. You smiled at him “well, you can thank my father for that” you said walking back to your spot having him follow. “Would you like to try?” you asked making him nod, no questions asked.

You had been showing Neteyam how hold the spear properly, you didn’t mind having to position his arms the right way, you loved being close to him. Neteyam was trying to do what he was told but he was distracted by you, how close you were. When you’d instruct him how to properly hold it and positioned him, he felt butterflies in his stomach, he also couldn’t help but look at you, you were just so beautiful. “You ready?” You asked as he then snapped out of his trance and nodded. “Okay, now throw it as fast as you can” he did as he was told. The spear landed on the sand, a couple feet away from the palm tree.

“Nice shot, soon you’ll be able to master a spear, you’ll be a...pro?” you said a bit confused, trying to use the word he used the other day. Neteyam chuckled seeing that were tying to use the word. “I’m not as good as you” he mentioned making you smile at up at him. You got a good look at his features again, you loved seeing him, you wouldn’t mind staring into his eyes for the rest of your life.

You then walked over to were your spear was breaking the trance you had on him. “Have you gone to your lessons today?” you asked retrieving your spear. Neteyam shook his head “no, not yet, shall we go?” he asked as you nodded, walking over back to him and leaving together to where the rest of the teens were.

As you both walked towards the small group, you heard a deep voice call out to you. “Y/n” you turned to see who it was, it was your father. “Coming!” You shouted back, turning to look at Neteyam “you go, I’ll catch up.” You said towards the tall na’vi in which he nodded and left towards the group, you walked over to your father, spear in hand “yes father?” you said looking up at the gentle giant. “Come, lets go for a ride, we haven’t gone in a while” you nodded, following him.

You both approached to his skimswim, Tonowari got on first then he helped you hop on, you sat in front of him holding tightly onto your spear and held onto the handle of the saddle. Then you both took off, the ride was silent but you like having a moment like this with your father. He’s a scary looking giant but he was gentle at the same time, you’d referred to him as a gentle giant a couple times since you were smaller. The skimswim dived underwater, taking you both down with it. It made you smile, since that the creature felt playful today. Your father looked down at you smile, making his chest warm up seeing his child happy.

It reminded him when you were a child, the first time you were scared of the creature but you warmed up to it. Since then your father would take you on rides with his creature. When you went back up to the surface for a breath, you laughed “that was fun” you said petting the skimswim, making the creature wag its tale for being praised. Tonowari then asked “so, tell me, what are your thoughts on the Sullys?” he asked as you looked up at him. “They seem very nice, well, Neytiri is a bit scary like mother... don’t tell here I said that!” you playful warned your father making laughing at you. “I won’t” he said. “But, Neteyam, he is really nice to me, well all the sully kids are nice to me including Jake, but he is the sweetest.”

You said feeling your face heat up, your father noticed this, he knew that look very well. He had that same look when he began to catch feelings for his now Mate Ronal. He hummed then talked “y/n? If that boy makes you happy, don’t let him go” he said catching you off guard. “Hm? what do you mean?” you asked a bit confused. “I know that look, you have the same look when someone is interested in another, I was young once too.” Now you understood, he was referring to your feelings towards Neteyam.

“You approve of him?” You asked curiously, he smiled down at you “just a bit, he still has to prove himself though, so far he is doing a great job” he said, this made you happy, seeing that your father seems to be approving of Neteyam. “Thank you father” you said smiling at him, he pulled you into a hug, in which you hugged him back gladly.

Neteyam was wondering where you were, the lesson was over, he was worried that you had got into trouble. Then he saw you with your father on his Skimswim approaching, he saw that you father told you something before you got off and swam towards the group, then he saw your father take off. “We were wondering where you were” your brother said as you finally reached them. “I was with father that’s all” you said.

“Well, the lesson of today is over, so everyone is just going to do whatever” Lo’kak chimed in, giving his brother a look, making Neteyam glare at him. “That’s alright, you guys have a great teacher” you said refuring to your sister. “What about me Y/n?” Ao’nung asked giving you a look, in which you pretended to think for a moment “you’re alright” you said making the group laugh, in which your brother let out a dramatic gasp. “My own sister thinks I am alright? How outrages” he said chuckling.

Everyone swam back to shore, going their separate ways. Only leaving you and Neteyam, it was silent until you spoke “so, do you want to do anything?” You asked looking up at him. You noticed how he had a little smile on his lips “I mean, I did promise you a ride on my banshee” you got excited now “shall we do that?!” You asked, and he responded “if that’s what you want, then yes, lets do it” he said as he took your hand, now taking you were his banshee was.

When you got to where is beast was, you were nervous, you had never seen such a beast. “Don’t look at him in the eyes” Neteyam warmed you, in which you looked away from the beasts face, not looking at its wings. They reminded you of a skimswim but instead of being in the water, they were from the sky. Neteyam got close to his beast, petting him and calming him down. “Want to pet him?” he asked as you nodded, walking closer towards him, he took your small hand and placed it on the beasts head. You softly pet him, feeling him purr under your touch. “Wow” you said fascinated by the beast. “Cool right?” Neteyam asked as you nodded while still petting the beast.

Neteyam got on his banshee and latched into him using his queue, then he turned to you and helped you up onto the banshee. He placed you in front of him and guided your hands to hold into the settle. “Ready?” he asked as you turned to look up at him “I was born ready” you said, Neteyam then gave the cue to his banshee, then the beast took off onto the sky.

You held tightly onto the handle and closed your eyes, afraid that you may end up falling. Neteyam took a note of this, then he wrapped his free arm around your waist and help you tightly close to him. You felt your face heat up at the feeling of his arm. After a couple minutes, you opened your eyes and looked around. Seeing how high you are in the sky, you felt fascinated seeing how close you were towards the clouds and near the blue sky.

When you looked down, you saw how small the village looked smaller, the air felt good going through your hair, it felt as good as when you go swimming. You slowly let go of the handle then stock your arms out on both sides, wanting to feel more of the wind. Neteyam was confused at first but he saw how relaxed you were, he still held onto your waist keeping you safe while his other one held onto the banshee.

You didn’t even notice the time, it was going to be dark soon, the sun was setting. You had landed on a small mountain near the village, seeing the sun set. It was beautiful, even better with the person you were with. “I had fun today” you said looking at Neteyam who had a smile on his face. “I am glad” he said looking down at your small face, he just loved looking at you, he could just stare at you all day, forever if he could. He had a feeling that he needed to say, if he didn’t say it he’ll probably regret it later.

“Y/n, I have been meaning to tell you something” Neteyam said shyly, now your face turned into one of curiosity. “What is Neteyam?” you asked as you felt his lard hands taking yours into his. “For the last few days, I’ve been having feelings, feelings I’ve never felt before, ever.” He took a deep breath, he felt like a fish out of water now, getting nervous. “Whenever I look at you, I feel like, I am at home” he said, his words made your face feel hot. “I see you y/n” he finally said it, he felt the weight on his shoulders fade, but he felt like his stomach drop, fearing rejection by the one who he wishes is his mate.

Your face felt even more heated, he saw you, Neteyam Sully saw you like you saw him. Still a bit in shock at his confession, you broke into a smile. Squeezing his hand lightly and spoke back to him. “And I see you Neteyam, the moment I first set my eyes on you, I see you” you said seeing his face turn into one of relief. “May I...kiss you?” He asked shyly looking down at your small hands. You smiled at his shyness, softly lifting his head “Of course, Ma Neteyam” You said softly locking eyes with his.

Neteyam leaned down, placing both his large hands on your small face. You came closer towards him, closing your eyes, feelings his warm lips touching your cold ones. This felt nice, this felt right, you placed your smaller hands on his large ones that held your face. You stayed like that for a bit before slowly pulling away from him and looked into his sun colored eyes. Then he whispered only for you to hear.

“Ma Y/n”

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