#(<- no body language is natural to me so it must be practiced to feel natural AND YOURE PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT. IT FEELS WEIRD)

[barleyo]

Hey there, tiger.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hope you enjoy this (RUSHED) little drabble, there’s plenty more where it came from. My inbox is ALWAYS open, so don’t be shy to share any ideas or make and requests! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: p in v, oral (m receiving), SLIGHT dacryphilia, reader taking sneaky pictures of the Colonel, stalker behavior, one sided pining, degrading, public sex, humiliation, workplace sex, reader being a creep (she's just like me tho)

It wasn’t supposed to be weird or creepy in the least bit. At first, it was completely professional, practically part of (Y/N)’s  job description, and she did not do it often in the beginning. Once, maybe twice a week.

It was so innocent: quietly following the colonel around base, not too close, a few feet to divide themselves. Scribbling down observations she made about him, about how oddly cat-like he was, how all Na’vi were. Naturally, she had to get closer and observe more often to get all the details. If she did not do that, how would she have found out about the colonel’s feline tic of gliding his tongue over his teeth when he was angry? Or how his kitten-like nose crinkled in disgust at his team’s frequent immaturity, or how his tail thumped the ground when he was waiting for something? 

Or how far down his deep, azure stripes went down on his body? Well, she did not know that one yet.

(Y/N) tried to convince herself that it was her job, no, her obligation as a biologist on Pandora to study all life: plants, animals, the natives. 

The Recombinants. 

Colonel Miles Quaritch.

Besides, the research was helpful to her team, surely it must have been okay if the ends had justified the means. Reading Na’vi body language was crucial to communication with the natives, and the recoms could provide just that with their newly acquired bodies and movements.

So what if she peeked around corners to catch a glimpse of his toned back as he walked away, or if she ‘accidently’ bumped into him in the hallway to feel his hand on her own as he helped her to her feet? 

“Watch it now,” he had said, hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder to settle himself, “be more careful, a tiny thing like you might get crushed next time.”

She was just doing her job. Hell, she could sell it as Na’vi-human social studies to herself, anything to rationalize her hobby. Anything to be near him.

Noting these interactions and conclusions was well and fine, but a thought had occurred to her when she reached the halfway mark in her journal that focused on all things Miles Quaritch. A girl can only describe so much with words, and some pictures to accompany her entries would do nicely. 

There he was, long legs spread as he sat on a bench in the gym, thick, blue arm flexing as he lifted a weight. The gym was completely empty, just Quaritch, (Y/N), and her polaroid camera that was ready to snap a few pictures and leave with her. 

She silently opened the door and tucked her journal under her arm, ready to glue the pictures in as soon as her camera spit them out. She sat on her knees: being low to the ground made it easier for her to get a clear picture. Peering her head through the cracked entrance, she held her camera up, focused it, and clicked. 

She could have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the colonel’s impeccable hearing capabilities. The second the shutter of her camera clicked, his guard rose. (Y/N) had not registered that he caught her until the screen of her camera showed a pair of black, heavy boots, tightly laced and dusty. 

“Can I ask what the fuck you think your doin’, miss?” Quaritch snatched the camera from her hands, pulling out the small polaroid that it dispensed. 

“No– sir, I promise, this isn’t what it looks like,” she said, scrambling to back out into the hallway. “I wasn’t–”

“You weren’t snapping pictures of me?” He shook the picture, exposing the image of himself it had burned onto the film. He grabbed the camera from her hands too, placing it on a nearby bench.

“Ah–”

“What’s this then?” He shoved the picture into her chest, hand gripping her shoulder to keep her from running. His face looked all but impressed, but his tone was teasing.

Her face grew immensely hot, she tried to turn her head away from him to hide it, but his finger fell under her chin and forced it up. 

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said, tongue running over his sharp teeth. That was the first time she had seen it up close, seen him up close. It scared her, but the excitement he caused her far surpassed that feeling. “Answer me, won’t ask you again.”

“It’s a picture of you. I’m so sorry,” she blinked away tears forming at her lash line.

“No, ‘m not sure you are sorry.” He pulled her into the gym and pushed her back against the frosted window. “Matter of fact, I’ll bet I’ll catch you doing this again if I don’t teach you any better. I’ll bet this isn’t your first time sneaking pictures of me either, sweetness.” 

“No, it’s my first. This is the only time I’ve tried.” (Y/N)’s eyes glossed over, looking too soft and sad for Quaritch to resist any longer. 

“Really? Guess I should go easy on you then, huh?” A dark smirk covered his face.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and gave it a few lazy strokes before forcing her to her knees and rubbing it over her face. Clear globs of precum got smeared over her face. Quaritch laughed as she tried to catch his cock with her tongue, letting it dart out of her mouth when it swiped past her lips. 

(Y/N) felt a whine constrict in her throat when he finally pushed past her lips and into her mouth. His big hands held the back of her head and held her still while he moved his hips. She moved her tongue over the underside of his dick, licking it as much as she could while he thrusted slowly in and out of her wet mouth.

She pushed her hands into her pants and rubbed her clit messily while Quaritch used her mouth. Her moans vibrated on his length, his control slowly slipped away with each noise. He let his pace loosen and let himself explore further into her mouth.

“I know you wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to catch you n’ punish you for creeping around,” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed further down her throat. Her throat clenched around his cock every time she gagged or choked, sending sharp pleasure through his body.

“Fuck,” he sighed. He pulled out and a string of spit connected (Y/N) to the tip of his cock. Miles took her camera and clicked. 

(Y/N)’s voice was croaky as she spoke, “What’re you doing?”

“Just leveling the playing field,” he said, smearing her spit all over her face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, flipping her body around on the glass. “Gotta have a pic of my own, baby, that’s just fair.”

Pulling her pants and panties down to her ankles, Miles teased his tip at her entrance, slipping it in with shallow thrusts. 

“Please, I need the whole thing…”

He grunted and pushed the rest in, stretching out her walls. She bit down a whine when she felt his girth split her open, leaning against the window for stability. He was ruthless with his pace now, he was far too close to his own release to take it slowly, instead choosing to pull her hips back and slam into them harshly. Slick squelches and skin slapping echoes in the empty room.

“Wanna know something?” he purred into (Y/N)’s ear, deepening his thrusts when he paralleled his back to hers to lean to her ear.

She didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of him burrowing balls deep into her heat, too dizzy with ecstasy to focus on his words.

“I knew what you were doing.”

“Wha– what d’you mean?” she moaned.

“Don’t act dumb now, you think I didn’t hear you followin’ me around like a lost dog?”

“I–”

“You think I couldn’t smell you? I could, the whole time. Took everythin’ in me to not bend you over like this earlier.”

(Y/N)’s walls fluttered and clamped at his words, feeling them rush straight to her cunt like they were injected into her veins. “You knew?”

“Sure did,” his rhythm became messy and rougher, abusing every spot in her. “Smelled how wet you were for me in the hallways, mess hall, everywhere. Dirty little thing, always wantin’ me.”

She threw her head back and let a string of profanities fall from her mouth. Her cunt gushed hot, clear cum, dripping down her lips and thighs and coating Quaritch’s dick. 

“Christ…” 

He pulled out and pumped his length, giving rough tugs until he came thick ropes on (Y/N)’s slick pussy. He stuffed his fingers into her after scooping some of his cum up with them, and snapped a final picture. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soaked, it’s crazy,” he laughed, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting (Y/N) as well.

She was silent for a second before opening her mouth. 

“You aren’t mad at me, are you? For following you around?”

“Oh, ‘course not,” he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You aren’t the only one who’s been busy. I’ve done a little hunting of my own too.” Using his other hand, he pulled out a stack of pictures from his back pocket.

Her eyes widened at one. 

The picture showed her with her hands in her pants. She was sitting on her bunk, and the picture was dark. It must have been taken at night.

“Where did you get this?”

“Like I said,” his grip on her waist tightened, “you aren’t the only one who’s been busy.”

#barleyxnighteye #smutfic #fanfiction #smut #fanfic #avatar recoms #avatar x reader #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar 2009 #awotw #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #x female reader #female reader

[gatheringbones]

[“The clinical term for going numb to certain parts of experience as a tactic of psychic self-preservation is dissociation. Not all forms of detachment from experience are dissociative, but they serve the same function: to avoid the discomfort of an experience we feel powerless to interrupt. The detachment that I have experienced from intimate physical acts that I have consented to but which I did not enjoy is not the same as that experienced by someone in a violent highway collision, or a rape victim, or even the deadening experienced by the worker who is submitted to decades of grueling and repetitive labor. But these are analogous. The writers of all these stories must perform a careful and often painful recovery of the memories of those exiled sensations. Just as the trauma survivor must do to the tell the story on which her recovery depends. For the trauma survivor, this storytelling must also happen corporeally. Trauma is described in many ways as an interrupted experience not only in the mind, but also, and perhaps even more profoundly, in the body and its systems. Healing depends upon what therapists who practice somatic experiencing call biological completion. Resmaa Menakem, in his groundbreaking book on healing racialized trauma, My Grandmother’s Hands, refers to it as “completing the action.” The survivor tells the story of their trauma in the body, often without speaking at all, slowly reconstructing the neural progression of the traumatic experience so that it can reach a conclusion. Shamanic practitioners sometimes call this process one of soul retrieval, and the term feels more accurate to me than any clinical language, which by definition excludes the spiritual nature of healing. The essential nature of self that we recover and transform by healing, by revising and completing the story of the past, is often more completely described by spiritual terms.”]

melissa febos, from body work: the radical power of personal narrative, 2022

#melissa febos #brainspace #currently reading #cw rape

[ebrysteria]

Temptation

Kang the conqueror x (fem) reader

SUMMARY: you found Kang a while back when his ship crashed, you offered to help him and you've now known each other for months. You go out to try and seduce someone for an important part to fix it but he cant help but get jealous even if its just an act... Warnings: Smut 18+, wrap before you tap, jealous Kang, understanding of feelings, fingering, unprotected PnV (be responsible guys), giving into temptation

Note: So I went onto tumblr and searched for Kang fics and there were none at all?! I decided to write my own but this is my first ever time writing so please let me know if you enjoy it, I might make a part 2 and comment any suggestions on what you want me to write next.

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Nothing much surprised you down here anymore. It was all the same really. Landing in the quantum realm 20 years ago had changed you. Your way of living and scavenging to survive.

Most of the civilians weren’t that bothered by your arrival but many were sceptical. They were scared of an outsider being in their realm and many didn’t trust you. You couldn’t blame them though as you would feel the same if someone with no resemblance to you at all suddenly started living in your own home.

You got used to your way of living, you learnt how to hunt for food and supplies. You’ve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much.

But what you haven’t seen since you arrived was a ship come crashing down from the outer world. Naturally you were curious grabbing supplies just in case whatever it could be was dangerous. What you didn’t expect was it to be a man, around the same age as you.

He didn’t look like most of the people in the realm, he was different. He had deep scars running down each side of his face, travelling all the way just to the top of his plump lips.

He stood by his ship taking in his environment as you watched him, he seemed annoyed? Angry? You weren’t too sure. You didn’t know his motives so you decided to just observe.

“Damn you idiots, I’ll be back you can’t keep me here forever” he mumbled to himself whilst staring down his ship. It was smoking and in bad condition. It barely even looked like a ship with the state that it was in.

A loud screech emerged from in front of him, whatever it was was obscured by his body but you caught a glimpse of blue creatures lunging themselves at him.

You quickly aimed your blaster at the things, praying you wouldn’t accidentally hit the man. You quickly shot the creatures off of him rushing over.

“oh my god are you okay?” you asked offering your hand to pull him up.

He eyed you quizzically while dusting himself off.

“just about, thank you” he grabbed your arm as you pulled him up.

“I saw your ship come crashing down, I didn’t expect it to be a human from the outside world. You are human right?” You looked him up and down.

He wore an armour that consisted of purple and blue colours. Well what was left of the armour, it was damaged, torn and practically falling apart. Whatever happened to him must have been hurt.

“Yes very much human” he smiled chuckling slightly. “Why? Are you not human yourself?

You grinned at him, loosening the grip you had on your blaster slowly placing it in your blaster holder on your hip.

“Yes I am human, most inhabitants here aren’t, they all speak their own language and most were born here unlike us”

“Unlike us?” He said looking you up and down.

“Well yes I wasn’t born here, I broke open a gateway when experimenting with time. I didn’t expect to end up here.” you said quietly, you didn’t speak much of your past with anyone. If they knew what really happened you’re life would be over. “Besides, it doesn’t matter now I’ve gotten used to the way of living in this treacherous hell hole” you gestured to your surroundings as he looked around.

He didn’t look too surprised with his surroundings, he looked more uncomfortable. Then you realised you were still out in the open when any more threats could arise by the minute.

“Yes well this place isn’t on my bucket list of places I would like to visit” he looked back at his ship, crouching down next to it. He pulled open a panel and smoke puffed up into his face. “God damn it”

“What’s wrong?”

“My ship, it’s broken and I can’t power it. If I can then this would be my ticket out of here.”

“Wait you’re saying that thing can travel outside realms?!” you were shocked, no one had technology that advanced except from the people you worked for before your life got turned upside down.

He got back up turning to you.

“Well yes if it was working”

You looked around, it wouldn’t take too long for you to make it back home on foot. You don’t usually accept strangers into your home but he was human and you felt empathetic for the man

“hey the place I’m staying at isn’t that far from here, do you want to come with me just for tonight. I have a spare room and food. It’s just something to get you back on your feet before you figure out what you’re going to do next” you suggested. It would be nice to have some company as living alone for 20 years hasn’t done the best for you. It was a lot safer than staying somewhere with the other inhabitants but the isolation got painful at times.

“Thank you I appreciate it, I don’t even know your name yet

“My name is Y/n” you said whilst turning around beginning to walk. He quickly began trailing behind.

“Okay y/n lead the way”

“Aren’t you going to tell me yours” you said stopping turning around to raise your eyebrows.

He extended his hand outwards to you.

“Kang”

You reached for his hand, it was soft and he shook gently it.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Kang” you said softly smiling.

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Turns out it wasn’t just one night.

He happily accepted his room and you got used to living together, it had been 6 months since he had moved in. You decided to help him repair his ship agreeing that he would help you out of here as well and during this you two got closer. You often went out to the market to find spare parts while he helped you around your home. He cooked you wonderful meals and if you didn’t know better it seemed as if he cared for you. You managed to extend your living space to accompany the two of you. The only thing you really had to share was the bathroom as you only ever had one considering you weren’t used to living with someone. But it wasn’t a problem. You both had your own schedules and you worked well together.

You stared at yourself in the mirror humming. Tonight was important. There had been one particular piece for his ship that was very rare to come by and Kang was beginning to feel hopeless when you told him that material like that was unlikely to come by in the quantum realm but you had heard through the market-place that a man named Quaz was actually in possession of some. You planned to speak with him tonight. You didn’t want to say you were going to seduce him but you were determined to get the piece for the ship as it was unlikely you would ever have an opportunity like this again.

You ran your hands down, smoothing out your white long silk dress. You wanted to be humble but you did look good. There was never really much reason to dress up in the quantum realm so it felt nice to have some sort of normality in your life. You hand came up to the dainty necklace that hanged from your neck fixing it into place. You gave yourself one last look before opening the bathroom door.

Kang stood just outside the door and when the door opened he was shocked. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and how your skin looked exposed by the dress. You felt him drag his eyes down your figure. He quickly looked back up and went to open his mouth but he quickly closed it shaking his head.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” he asked demandingly.

You were taken aback by his tone. You thought you looked good.

“I’m going to the bar, I found some good news on that impossible piece you needed for your ship. I was going to tell you but you were busy fixing your suit and I didn’t want to disturb you”

His eyes softened staring at you. It made you blush slightly.

“You- You look good please be careful” he said reaching out to run his hand down your arm.

“I always am careful you know that, this could be our chance to get out of this place, I shouldn’t waste time because we could lose our opportunity” you quickly rushed out leaving a quick kiss on his cheek and left the house.

He froze and stood there shocked. He feet were rooted to the ground. That shouldn’t have done something for him but it did. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress, how thin it looked. How easy it would be to just pull it off your shoulders. He needed to calm down.

“Get a grip” he mumbled to himself walking into the bathroom.

As he washed himself in the shower he couldn’t stop thinking, no one else should have the privilege of seeing you like that when you're out. And what if they tried to make a move on you? Or hurt you? He wouldn’t be there to help you. Every bad thought went rushing through his head until he decided he was going to go the bar to keep an eye on you. Just to keep you safe. Right?

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The place was busy. Busier than usual. The dance floor was filled with swaying people and flashing lights making you feel a little energised as you think back to all the enjoyable nights you’ve spent here in the past. Typically you enjoy this type of stuff. But tonight you only had one goal.

Get the piece.

You move further into the bar, looking around for your target. You have a gun hidden in your dress so if anyone tried anything you were prepared. You looked around with caution until your eyes fell on a man, slightly younger than you drowning himself in ooze. You were never a fan of the drink, maybe because the last time you were forced to drink it to be able to communicate.

You were getting distracted just staring at the man so you moved over and took the high seat next to him. He eyed you as you ordered.

“hi can I have whatever the handsome man next to me is having” you said flashing him a short and sweet smile.

He gave you a drunk smile back, running a hand over his face shuffling closer to you.

“I must say I haven’t seen you around here before, I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours” he said extending his hand “my name is Quaz”

You took it gently shaking it, lingering it slightly longer to get him interested. You gave him a made up name not wanting anything being traced back to you. He admired your dress.

“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing”

You blushed at the compliment, flirting back with him. What you didn’t realise was a certain someone coming into the bar staring at you from just beside the crowd.

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He didn’t know if it the fact your target was flirting with you or if it was you flirting back but jealousy began to spread within him. He tried to remain calm, reminding himself you are free to do what you want with your life but Kang couldn’t stand it. They way some random man moved closer to you, making you smile like that. It should’ve been him. Not some disgusting drunk man obviously only trying to get in your pants. He clenched his hands trying to ground himself. Seeing you two laughing together. It felt wrong even if it was just flirting.

It was worse when he saw the man begin to make advances on you. Resting his hand on you, carelessly stroking the outside of your thigh. Every time he rubbed his hand across your smooth delicate skin he felt the heat, anger and possessiveness within him getting worse. No one but him should be seeing you in this dress. You looked beautiful in it sure but it should be reserved for his eyes and his eyes only.

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It turns out that he doesn't keep the piece hidden at all; instead, he stores it in an ordinary old bag at his home. You almost got him where you wanted him; you joked with him in an effort to learn as much as you can about the piece. It was so simple that it was hard to believe.

"So… do you want to go out of here?" He asked softly, bringing his hand higher to the inner part of your thigh.

All contact abruptly vanished, and you swiftly turned around to see him being pushed off of you and onto the ground. Kang gives you a short glance before tightly grasping your waist.

"You touch her like that again and i wont hesitate to kill you" he spat quickly putting a bruising grip on your wrist dragging you out of the bar.

"What the hell are you doing! I almost had it! We could've gone home!!" you yelled trying to shake out of his grip.

He didn't budge staying silent, continuing to pull you along with him until you arrived at your shared home. He harshly slammed the door shut after you both walked in.

He stares at you intensely looking at you up and down almost as if he's contemplating what to say.

"Stop ignoring me and tell me what's wrong, you literally just dragged me out of there with no explanation whatsoever" you questioned first.

"Did you not see that guys hand literally touching you all over?! Its ridiculous I should've punched that smug smile off of his face"

"It was part of my plan!" you scoffed, you couldn't believe he was jealous after you literally told him you were going to get the piece.

"The piece isn't worth that much" he mumbled looking anywhere but you. He seemed- embarrassed?

You walked closer to him "I cant believe you ruined it because you were jealous"

"I am not jealous"

"sure seems like it"

He moved closer staring at you more intensely than before "I cant believe you were going to whore yourself out just for some stupid material"

"What the fuck!! I wasn't going to whore myself out" you said, quickly pulling your dress up slightly to show him the gun you had strapped to the side of your other thigh.

He just stared at your flesh for a moment. Before slowly reaching forward to remove the gun from its holder. It was only then when you realised how close you were. How you could feel his breathing as he looked down at you. It sent hot shivers within you, the warmth spreading like some sick disease. It starts in your stomach and spreads throughout your body - a hunger, a hunger to feel him, closer, that the hunger and heat transcends within you in an unexplainable way

He clicked the gun out and then threw it on the couch. "you could have gotten yourself killed" he whispered leaning down slightly lower. Your breath hitched. His eyes darting downwards as you licked your lips, you could feel a pair of warm hands rubbing over your sensitive skin of your thighs just below where the gun was, moving upwards gently.

That's when he realised what he was doing, dropping your thigh creating some distance between the two of you. "look we will find another way to get the piece okay, just go to bed now its late" he quickly muttered storming off to his room without another word.

You felt hot all over, a part of you wishing he never stopped touching you. You rushed to your room quickly closing your door thinking about what just happened. The way his hands gripped your leg so gently as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, the slight hunger that seeped into his eyes and he traced small circles along your flesh. You wondered what happened if you continued. It was making you begin to feel wet and you knew you had an attraction towards him but you never knew he could be that...

…sensual

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He briskly shut his door rubbing his hands over his face. What the hell was he doing. Touching you like that. He almost gave in. Temptation was getting the better of him. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, his whole chest constricting with the thought of him calling you a whore. He couldn't believe himself. But God the way you looked at him, the way you stood so close to him all would have to do is move an inch and he would have kissed you. claimed you as his, he wanted you so badly. watching you work for him everyday, determined to fix his ship. He wasn't aware that he was falling for you, but he ought to have seen the warning signs. The fact that he went out of his way more to be nice to you than he has for anyone else. Making sure you returned home safely, sneaking out to punish everyone who had ever upset you, ensuring that your favourite meals are prepared, and bringing you back to bed if you accidentally nodded off on the couch at night.

He should've kissed you then and there.

He got out of bed and began heading to your room...

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You keep thinking about the tension between the two of you, he couldn't leave you feeling like this otherwise the heat will swallow you whole. Pulling yourself to your feet, you swiftly get up and swing your door open.

Kang was on the other side, wide eyed, unblinking with his hand half raised in a fist as if he was going to knock. He stared down at you frozen on the spot.

He gazed at you with an intangible nature that is impossible to describe—a sense of learning something new, a revelation. Perhaps it was a knowing look but you didn't seem to care under the intense stare that he had you under.

"What do yo-"

And as you were about to inquire him you were abruptly cut off as he brought you into a searing kiss by cupping your face with his warm, soft hands and making you gasp into his mouth. You eagerly accepted the kiss, gripping onto him as he pushed you further back into your room.

He hurriedly pressed you against the wall to your right and shut the door behind him, his hands frantically and needily roaming your body desperate causing you to whimper in pleasure. He seems to never want to let go of you as he holds you between his arms, up against his chest, and against the wall. He makes it a goal to kiss every square inch of your face, imprinting every detail of it in his mind.

He lets out a moan as your nails scrape his back on his shirt, the flex of his muscles makes you blush and begin to lose balance from the lack of oxygen of him kissing you breathless, and he's ready to take most of your weight when the kiss gets heavier, deeper, your tongue frantically searching as he holds your face, never wanting to let you go.

"I couldn't stand it" he mumbles moving to the side of your neck trailing his plump lips teasingly, "i couldn't stand the way he was staring at you in this dress" his hand comes up to trail behind your back, pushing you further into him as he began to nip kisses into your neck and travelling lower to your collarbones causing your breath to become even more laboured. You felt him slowly tugging at the strings at your back of your white silk dress. "All i could think about was pulling it off in front of everyone and showing them who you really belong to" finally releasing the strings from the back causing the front of your dress to falter slowly revealing your breasts. "I would've made them all jealous making them know none of them can have you. None of them can make you feel the way i make you feel," he said then he quickly sucked on your nipple causing you to let out a soft feral noise.

"God those sounds you keep making are so pretty, keep going. Just like that" he encouraged looking up at you from your cleavage as his hand gropes at your breast. He moved his other hand shifting it down to the lower part of your body to cup you, a wet spot forming on the fabric covering you from his fingers. You whimper as he pulls your panties aside to reveal your beautiful puffy lips that are drenched from your want for him "Keep making those sounds for me" he whispered into your chest as his fingers dipped and found your clit causing your head to tilt back.

"Fuck Kang.." you whimper loudly again and he came back up to capture your whimper in a strong kiss. He traced your pussy lips with his fingers before thrusting one of them in causing you to release a loud moan. He kept pumping in and out of you adding a second finger and your whines kept getting louder and louder. You were getting so close, legs beginning to shake, your walls tightening around his two fingers as he curls them inside, making your back arch. You realised you were closer than you thought. He must have known because he removed his hand completely, placing it on your waist dragging you away from the door.

The back of your knees caught at the end of your bed as he gently pushed you onto it while removing the rest of your dress leaving you almost completely exposed to his hungry eyes.

"My god you are so beautiful" he said against your lips. In a tangle of limbs he began removing his clothes. You ground against him above you causing you to rub him enticingly. He let out a needy moan, gripping onto your hips harder as he used one hand to undo his zipper.

“Please don’t stop…” you begged, and the hand clutching your waist squeezed your flesh in an reassuring way that told you that he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t. Not when you tastes so good and sounded so angelical. Not when he needed you so bad. He had been dreaming of this for months. 6 months of pure torture of the need to be inside you and be claimed as his.

"You see what you do to me? Do you know how hard its been for me to try not to be tempted to fuck you senseless when you sat in the chair of my ship when you were fixing it.

You sat up eagerly helping him pull down his zip and rubbing over his covered crotch causing him to groan as he leaned forward into your neck to leave darker marks. “Don’t you know the power you have over me?”  he groans again.

You gradually begin pulling down his pants and you become dizzy off of want from the root hairs that slowly begin to get exposed with the rest of him, it cause something dangerous inside of you to stir as you wrap your hands around him. Like an inextinguishable fire that could only be put out by him.

He releases deep, grave gasps when he bucks his hips into your hand and his sloppy lips land on back on yours as if whispering a silent prayer.

"I need to be inside of you" he moans softly against your lips pushing you back down removing your panties completely. He continues kissing you with so much passion and desire. Its been so long and he's scared that if he stops he will awake from whatever dream that is possessing his senses in a crazed manor.

He began lining himself up with your entrance and looked at you for confirmation, you nodded quickly as he gripped your hand pushing above your head against the mattress.

Slowly he began pushing inside.

You sobbed in response to the sensation, reaching out for his back with your free hand and scraping your nails against his skin as you felt the sting of pain that accompanied the pleasure. Your back arched and he leaned into you moaning.

"You feel so good. Fuck.." you moaned tilting your head back further into the pillow.

He removed his hand from yours and gripped your waist plunging into you further making your eyes roll back.

"I want you to remember the way that I'm fucking you right now, no one will ever fuck you the way I do will they?" he smirked from above you.

You nodded back frantically biting you lips creating them all wet and swollen.

"Use your words love" he said while brining up a hand to clasp your chin to make you look at him. He saw the hunger in your eyes. The way he was making you feel.

"No one will fuck me the way you do" you moaned loudly as he picked up his pace. Both of your moans and whines loud with the slick lewd sounds of skin connecting.

You were getting so close, you could feel the coil begin to tighten as he pounded harder into you. Your nails dug deeper as his hips began to snap into you. "Always so kind to me, so beautiful…"

Each of his now sharp and rapid thrusts silenced your whimpers and groans. There was no room between the two of you, and you could feel it in the way he kissed you and the way he fucked you into the mattress. You could also feel it in the way his hands held your hips and hurt them as he drew you impossibly close to him.

"Kang fuck I'm close" you moan gripping onto him tighter as your legs begin to shake.

"give it to me, give it to me baby. Cum for me please, please, please, Fuck"

You moan loudly clenching around his cock as it his you. You feel euphoric as your vision clouds from the intensity of your orgasm.

As your pussy clenches him it caused his cock to twitch and white spurts of cum go up washing inside of you. Painting your walls with him. You milk him as he slows down pushing the cum further back into you until he eventually pulls out. He looks down at you and sees your fucked out droopy eyes.

He gets up from you leaving the bedroom, you go to call out for him to stay but your throat hurts from the loudness of your moans.

Not much longer he returns with a cloth crouching down to clean you up gently, staring into your eyes with a promise of him not leaving. He kisses your inner thighs before putting the cloth back in the bathroom and coming back to your room.

He comes beside you lifting you under the covers with him, he cradles your cheek like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen while he leans back and pushes the hair out of your face, straightens your brows, he kisses your lips softly, giving you fatigued tiny pecks here and there till you are content and can feel him forever.

Your heart stopped when one of his arms surrounded your waist to pull you closer and against his chest. You looked down and realized that he had folded everything including your dress so that neither of you would stumble over it the next day, rather than getting dressed. When you stared at him, It was then that you noticed it in his eyes. This desire, this affection, which he has never permitted himself to express to you. His touch still makes you feel buzzy and electrified. 

You nuzzled closer into him, maybe life in this realm wasn't as bad as you thought...

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A/N: so how was that? I hope you enjoyed it, please comment if you do and comment any suggestions you may have for me to write.

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[sphireath-wisp]

i am BEGGING for a continuation of the itoshi brothers fic

Sypnosis: Continuation of the Itoshi brothers' fic 💀⁉

Warnings: not proofread, Love angle, unclear ending + reader gets to choose, all characters are aged-up, mild cursing/vulgar language, messy interchanging grammar

Notes: I genuinely have no idea where to continue from this fic, so I'm sorry in advance if it seems rushed or messy

Featuring: Itoshi Rin x F! Reader x Itoshi Sae

You're left dazed by the question. His words register in your head and your lips part to speak, but the words are stuck at the base of your throat. The taste of bile builds up at the back of your tongue, was the room always spinning like this? Your body lunges forward with one hand clutching your stomach as the other covers your mouth.

"Fuck, she's gonna throw up,"

"And you still want her to stay here, asshole?"

"Stop bitching and actually help her, will you?"

Everyone's voices are distorted in your ears, you couldn't tell if that was Rin's or Sae's hands gently patting your back. The booming music is starting to be obnoxious. You definitely had too much to drink.

"Hey," Sae? Or was that Rin? "We're getting out of here. There's no way you can walk like this." There's a brief pause as you feel your feet lift from the ground and your head rests on his broad shoulders. "My brother? It's better not to give a shit about him anyway."

He felt safe - embrace warm as he carried you out of the club. Perhaps if you were a little more sober, you'd be thrashing around and objecting to being carried - you weren't sure yourself if it was Sae or Rin... or a completely different person cradling you in their arms right now. But, let's call it women's intuition, you had a feeling you knew who was whispering sweet nothings to you right now.

"...you're still here with me, right?" He mumbles, watching you dumbly nod. "Don't shake your head too much, you're definitely gonna puke your insides out."

"...where are we headed?" You're able to blurt out miraculously, a slight slurring to your voice. Your throat aches and your voice is hoarse. Your ankles hurt from the heels you decided to wear on impulse - heels that Sae kept berating your head off about despite how amused he is when he catches you before you trip.

"My place. I have to take care of you tonight." His voice is assertive, firm like he knows in his heart that he has to be with you - as if he knew that he'd be swayed by your dangerous charms and pleas otherwise.

"Aww, are you worried about me?" You coo. Being drunk affects not only your ability to balance but also how bold you are... or should he say how recklessly gutsy you are. Your incoherent babbling is something he must find entertaining to be able to listen like this instead of abandoning you on the sidewalk.

"Yes, but you're so damn...!" He groans, "Whatever, you're too intoxicated to listen. You won't remember shit."

He gently places you down on a park bench. Fishing for his wallet, he slots in coins in the vending machine next to the bench, keeping a close eye on you. You've practically draped your whole body over the bench, head leaned back and staring at the sky as your leg takes up the space that you were meant to share with him.

"...whatever," He mutters, unscrewing the bottle of water. "Hey, (Name). Drink up."

"Are you an angel?" You gaze up, not-so-gracefully snatching the bottle and chugging it. "Oi, slow down," He reminds you, squatting in front of you since his spot on the bench was rudely stolen.

You let out a satisfied sigh after getting water back into your system. Your throat doesn't feel as dry anymore. "C'mon, have some!" You gesture.

"Before that, are you feeling better?" He gently pries your finger off the bottle, screwing the cap back on with his eyes still observing you. "...you do recognize me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah! You're..." You answer, his name naturally rolling off your tongue.

He chuckles, "That's right, princess."

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[pillowspace]

Oh, I really like that idea. The family fluff and them treating y/n like a pup. I have so many questions my dear.

What I've been thinking is would y/n be built different? Living in water most of the time since being a child would affect their anatomy I imagine. Things like having wider, more developed shoulders, thighs or upper body (what you can often see on professional swimmers) would come as natural i assume also the trained ability to hold breath for longer periods of time and being able to use mer language.

But I wonder if their body would also adapt to environment in some different ways, would they develop abilities and anatomy not quite natural for humans? Like better eyesight under the water, possibility to digest raw food without getting sick due to this kind of diet they practiced their whole life or natural intuition regarding animals, their intentions and moods.

Would they have contact with other mermaids? Something like Spider from avatar the way of water like being a weird monkey friend among a group of mers.

How would they learn about human culture? the human language?

As a bilingual person I sometimes struggle with proverbs or slang, because you can't translate them word to word, they won't make any sense that way, I like to think y/n would have the same problem haha. Like imagine them saying ,, Nah there is no way they ripped their gills as a pup in this" which would translate to having something as a hobby you spent lots of time and work on.

Also would they struggle with human speech as an adult? Like despite the education would they struggle with some words or didn't knew the meaning?

After growing up would they live on the shore? Boat? Or in the village near the water?

You wrote about them being totally oblivious to human dating strategies and I'm in love with it. Love me some oblivious y/n's. But also let's reverse that y/n have a human friend that found something cool like a pretty rock or a seashell and knowing y/n is someone who loves sea and has surprisingly big collection of rare shells, rocks etc they showed it to them like:

Friend: Look what I found while diving last week! * shows the pretty pearl/shell/rock/some anemone*

Y/n : Oh! It rare, must be brought from away, not appear here. *after inspecting tries to give it back*

Friend: No No! Keep it it's for you, it reminded me of you when I saw it so I took it. It's not as gorgeous as the rest of your collection but I hope you will accept it!

Y/n being convinced they are trying to court them now : :O *Runs to Sun and Moon* Dads/Guys holy fuck

And like they start this chain of present giving where

Y/n : omg courting omg what I do? They are good providers, good eyes, strong. I must show the same! I will think about it but I will show I'm interested, considering the proposition *Gives sea glass*

Friend: Hahaha exchanging not really meaningful gifts and eating lunch with my bff. Oh! A sea glass! I must repay for a gift with another! So fun!

Or the other scenario where there is a mer that doesn't know y/n have been raised by mers and knows a lot about human culture for some reason and tries to court them that way and they are both so confused.

Also I think it would be funny if y/n had a sea slugs obsession, like they are their favourite animal, they are like sea puppies for them. And they feel personally attacked when someone doesn't know about them.

Ohhh I'm sorry about rambling but I'm in awe of this au I would love to hear more about it! The relationships dynamics! Characters! Everything! Everyday you surprise with your creativity more and more!

I'm gonna say "PROBABLY" to all of the anatomy stuff because I was not even aware of that being a thing for professional swimmers

Yeah, they'd be able to hold their breath for awhile! Not an abnormal amount of time though, however you'd define that (one of my friends can hold its breath for 2 whole minutes). I would like to also imagine that there is a way for Y/N to breathe underwater for a period of time with Sun and Moon's help. Like how in some romantic AUs, it's done through a kiss, but kisses themselves aren't inherently romantic in nature, are they? So the very cute image I'm getting here is Sun telling Y/N to hold their breath, pulling them under the water, then pressing his mouth to the top of their hair to do a very exaggerated "mmmmm...wah!!" like parrot owners do with their parrots. There's a few little sparkles around the top of their head, then Y/N is freely giggling under the water. Sun swims around them in circles like "swim with me! Swim with me! Like this!"

They can also use mer language. It would perhaps sound a little bit like there's a speech impediment to a mer. Still understandable though, so *Sun voice* 👏👏 good job, good job!! :D

Yeah, they can digest raw food better than the average human can!

I'd like to imagine Y/N meets other mers too, yeah. Maybe even gets to play with some other child mers, and Moon has to warn them that his kid is more delicate so they have to be careful. Y/N might feel a little left out though, so Sun and Moon still take them back to the human island from time to time where there are human children who won't leave them behind for being too slow. Even if Y/N is seen as a little weird, but oh well. A lot of kids are weird

Aaand that also goes into human culture and language. Again, Sun and Moon take Y/N to the small human island from time to time. Perhaps they have a deal with one of the humans to babysit essentially. Keep watch for them and keep Y/N taken care of. Hey, maybe it's Vanessa! Jdkghd yeah I like the proverbs struggle

I imagine they're pretty good with the island's human language. They had a small vocabulary with it already before meeting Sun and Moon, then they learned some from Vanessa, plus the other kids. Buuut they're not perfect with it, even in adulthood. They still have struggles, and maybe even don't know how to form certain sounds all too well. They sound like they have an accent, and don't know what to say when people ask what it is

I feel like boats would make Y/N feel a bit weird. Sun and Moon would always grab onto Y/N and flee whenever they saw one, maybe there had been a bad instance with someone in a boat hurting Sun or Moon at some point, and Y/N knows Sun and Moon take down large boats from time to time. So boats, especially large ones, might somewhat be associated with danger and the ability to be torn straight through. Perhaps they moved into a house by the shore and occasionally go out on a very small boat, since small boats had always seemed to be less of a source of fear and more so just caution

AWWWW THE THOUGHT OF Y/N TRYING TO COURT SOMEONE LIKE A MER WOULD IS ACTUALLY SOSO CUTE. I don't even know who this friend IS, and I'm obsessed

Oh sea slugs... you have got me there

#ask #two legged chirps au

[anantaru]

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗨𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ how they eat you out feat. kazuha : heizou : gorou : ayato : kaeya x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : oral (fem! receiving) : sub! kazuha : heizou (teasing) : gorou (breeding kink) : ayato (overstimulation) : kaeya (squirting)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

submissive. He'll make sure you're comfortable once he laid you down on the bed, making sure you're laying on the pillows he so freshly changed the pillowcase from. Love language and intimacy is everything to Kazuha and archons is he good at it.

And everything you want him to do, consider it done. But there's no need to actually tell me how to make you cum because Kazuha knows, he knows exactly where to flick and turn before you cum all over his face. You can be certain that he's savoring every last drop of you before diving right back in, willingly turning into a pussy-drunk whiny mess, because he knows you like it.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

tease. It can happen ever so often that Heizou is busy with a case the tenryou commission assigned to him. Though sometimes he can‘t help himself but abandon all those cases whenever he has you bend over his table. Bare in front of him while playing with yourself, just like he told you to.

Your swollen cunt begging and fluttering around nothing while your thighs were visibly stained with the juices from previous orgasms he inflicted on you, what a sight to behold - that‘s what went through his head whenever he hovered over you in the process of eating you out, licking his lips, practically tasting your cum on his tongue already.

And he‘ll tease, he‘s a witty asshole after all. Kitty licks around your slit just so he can hear your desperate mewls and does he love them, more than solving a case that‘s for sure. Maybe denying your orgasm again? Why shouldn‘t he, if he feels like it he‘ll do it. But of course, he isn‘t a bad guy all the damn time, so once in a while he‘ll leave the teasing at home and tongue-fuck you all night long, just how he likes it.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗨

messy. Cum leaking all over the bedsheets, thighs visibly stained from previous orgasms. That's Gorou to you, because there's nothing in this world he'd rather do than eat you out all messily. Cum dripping down his mouth but Gorou doesn't stop, he would never, because that's exactly what he wants in the first place.

Once he thinks you're ready to take his cock, he will stuff you full to the brim. But before actually fucking you, Gorou will always relish in the feeling in getting squeezed dry by your sobby cunt, it will make him even more excited to fill up your hole later. Making sure that nothing is leaking out of you until you're well bred because only then he marked you up accordingly.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

overstimulation. He needs to be in control, there's no other way around. Being a cute whiny slut while he eats you out will make him prouder than anything else. The yashiro commissioner is knows for being a cunning individual, so he wouldn't let you cum right away because where would the fun be in that?

The only way for Ayato to actually stop and bless you with his cock is when he can clearly see your fucked out expression while jolting away from being overstimulated for too long. And once he starts rubbing the tip of his cock on your abused little cunt, he will always make sure to wait until you beg him to take you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

squirting. Everything is a game to Kaeya, literally everything. And he never loses. So making you squirt while he goes down on you is basically a must and it will happen, because if anything, Kaeya knows exactly where to target your cunt to make you release all over him. He's known for reading people like it's nothing, it's childs play to him and he got you figured out from day one.

Both your mind and body. The moment he can feel you approach your orgasm he'll stuff you full with his fingers but naturally, without ever refraining from your cunt. He needs to taste you and relish in his achievement for the day. And only then he'll stop to pleasure you, with his tongue at least.

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[liaromancewriter]

The Flirting Game

Premise: Cassie ‘practices’ her flirting technique on Ethan, but she’s not the only one who knows the moves.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 950

A/N: I was inspired by several @creativepromptsforwriting flirting prompts that I've been saving for the right occasion: prompt 340, #6 from Teasing and #2 and #4 from Flirty Pick-up Lines. Submission for @choicesfebruary2024 Flirting. I'm also using @choicesflashfics, week 71, prompt 1 (in bold).

I. Cassie

Cassie Valentine learned the art of flirting from watching her parents. It seemed to come naturally to them, much to Cassie’s delight and Max’s dismay. Although, given her twin’s flirting game, Cassie knew the lessons from their youthful observation had stuck.

It wasn’t just the words (although she soon learned they were a powerful tool in the game of flirting). It was also about the body language — a coquettish look in one’s eyes, the subtle vocal intonation, a flick of the hair, and a half-tilt of the lips so the object of your desire knew the secret, sultry smile was just for them.

Cassie knew the love of her life was forever amused by her flirtatiousness, which made her even more determined to tease him. The fact that he often had to ask if she was doing it was endlessly amusing to her.

“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.”

“Actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

She silently chuckled at the absentminded and matter-of-fact response. Despite knowing his good looks attracted attention, Ethan Ramsey seemed oblivious to most women making eyes at him.

“I doubt carbon dioxide looks as good as you do in that shirt,” she quipped, laughter in her voice.

That made him pause. One eyebrow raised, he glanced at her above the lid of his laptop. The glare of the screen bounced off his reading glasses, hiding his blue eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m always flirting with you, Ethan. Keep up.”

He stared at her in bewilderment and then muttered something under his breath before returning his attention to the screen.

Cassie smiled inwardly at his reaction. She suspected his indifference was all an act. The man was far too observant to be this clueless about his effect on women.

As she continued to regard his profile, she caught Ethan’s furtive sideways glance and blew him a kiss. He blushed, sputtered and cleared his throat loudly, a frown furrowing his brow.

“I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that,” Ethan complained, his tone severe.

Cassie shrugged, unrepentant. “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

She trailed off as the diagnostic team’s office doors swooshed open, and the others joined them. With a wink that promised more later, Cassie turned away to let the poor man collect himself.

Her father often told her and Max that flirting with their mother was the best part of his day. Cassie could comfortably say flirting with Ethan was the highlight of hers.

II. Ethan

Donahue’s during Happy Hour was always crowded and noisy. Nineties music blasted from the jukebox, competing with the clink of bottles and the clatter of balls crashing against each other at the pool table.

Ethan zigzagged his way through the throng and grabbed his usual stool at the bar, nodding a greeting at a distracted Reggie. He spied Cassie drinking beer and chatting with Lahela on the far side of the bar and knew she’d find him sooner or later.

“Thanks,” he said, hiding his sudden discomfort when Reggie placed his usual scotch before him.

For a brief moment, the exchange reminded him of going for a drink with his father when he turned twenty-one.

Ethan remembered feeling amused at the bartender handing Alan his “usual” without asking and thinking how small his dad’s life was that even his after-work drink (always a single Sam Adams) never changed.

Back then, Hopkins was within his grasp, and he was chomping at the bit to discover the world outside Providence. Now, he’d been coming to Donahue for so long that Reggie kept a stool waiting and served his drink without saying a word.

When did he become so damn predictable?

Of course, not everything was as it was, he thought as her scent hit his senses before she came into view.

Cassie squeezed into the space between his splayed legs and the bar, resting one elbow beside his drink. It had the effect of enclosing them in a bubble where nothing but them existed.

Ethan saw the familiar half-grin curving her lips and knew she was in a teasing mood tonight.

She flicked her mane of long blonde hair back and leaned towards him, her head cocked sideways flirtatiously.

“I heard that you can determine how well you fit together with another person by kissing them. Want to skip the small talk and see if we’re compatible?” She quirked one eyebrow as if daring him to play along.

His breath caught at the sexy way her green eyes sparkled in the light. The teasing smile hovering on her lips was his undoing.

“You should know that I have asthma, just in case you intend on taking my breath away on a regular basis,” Ethan found himself repeating the line he’d practiced for an occasion just like this.

Cassie wasn’t the only one who had game. There was a time when pick-up lines tripped off his tongue, charming the pants off — literally — of any woman he wanted. They’d been easy. His girlfriend was anything but.

“Buy me a drink, and I promise to do just that,” she chuckled, her palm covering the back of his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb.

Ethan started to call Reggie and flushed when he saw him watching their antics with amusement. The other man simply rolled his eyes and turned away to grab ingredients for two Specials.

Ah well, Ethan consoled himself as Cassie closed the distance between them and brushed her lips across his, uncaring of who from work might be watching. His girlfriend was unpredictable enough for the both of them. Who could ask for more?

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[divinatorydoll]

planets in the eighth house: 📝

last month, i ran a poll on twitter and my followers asked me to write a thread about pluto in the eighth house (8H). so i decided to make a post about every planet in the 8H:

the sun: these people can feel like they're constantly uncovering more about themselves and always going through some sort of transformation. they can really care about public judgment, but feel like they must go about life as if they are unaffected by the opinions of others. usually have a fluctuating relationship with attention

the moon: prone to bottling their emotions, but go out of their way to absorb the emotions of others. brilliant at dream magic and interpretation. they become more merciful as they experience hardship throughout their lives; compassion is very central to them. sensitive to misunderstanding and can take it personally

mercury: this placement makes for excellent actors. naturally very inquisitive and perceptive people — they have a somewhat compulsive need to understand the details of things, even if they're unimportant. can have a 'speak when spoken to' personality and are quite sensitive to body language, proxemics, etc.

venus: known to be tattoo or piercing lovers. exceptionally drawn to witchcraft and other spiritual practices. very contract-based people in the sense that they often examine things as a transaction; they don't borrow without the intention to pay back. they usually enjoy art that is disturbing or creepy to others

mars: these people can struggle with resentment and hide their anger from others to not seem explosive or uncontrolled. their appearance is often a subject of discussion or gossip due to jealousy. always develop abundant talent in what they're passionate about; they continuously seek improvement in their skills

jupiter: gifted at understanding agreements and reaching them — they are very diplomatic people. these placements particularly benefit from having an altar or praying to their spiritual guides. they have a tendency to look at all of their dreams as prophecies or messages from a divine entity

saturn: extremely selfless and humanitarian people; they can end up draining themselves because of their altruistic personality. often feel that marriage is a bit controlling or overly bureaucratic. they're regularly disappointed by elder figures and those around them with power due to their standards of maturity

uranus: have an inherent talent for capturing people's attention. though, they can have a complicated feelings about friendship and social expectations as a whole. they also have an on-and-off relationship with technology. these placements strive to make unique contributions to society and those around them

neptune: known to be smokers. particularly skilled at digging through their own emotions and understanding why they experience things the way they do. they enjoy finding meaning through suffering (much like 8H jupiters). as a consequence, they can ruminate over their sadness for a very long period of time

pluto: tend to enjoy psychology and love examining people's thought processes. pluto here can cause them to be especially private and protective over their personal lives; they really do not like feeling supervised or watched by others. have a love for thriller films and video game horror

do you have planets in your 8H ? let me know how you resonated with my interpretations !!

book a reading !!

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[zvtara-was-never-canon]

https://www.tumblr.com/royaltealovingkookiness/187489175766/i-think-the-anon-who-sent-the-zuko-lost-azula-in?source=share

Your thoughts?

(I'm only mentioning the ones I don't agree with)

"Oogling him when he's half-naked"

As a brazilian, this one was HILARIOUS to me. He just has his shirt off because it's summer and bending is a physical exercise and he's going to sweat. This isn't him dramatically taking his shirt off at The Beach and a ton of fangirls appearing to drool all over him. This isn't sexual.

She's literally watching him and AANG practice firebending. That's all. Why are we making it about attraction, and why are we assuming she could only possibly be looking at Zuko when Aang is there too? By that logic, Ozai and Aang were checking each other out during their fight in the finale, and so were Zhao and Zuko during their Agni Kai - after all, they're LOOKING at EACH OTHER when NEITHER OF THEM has a SHIRT on.

"Note Katara's body language"

Literally what about it? I legitimately don't understand this one. Touching her hair is somehow weird or flirty? It's just hair!

Is it because she's sitting next to Zuko? What, she's not allowed to be too close to a guy without it being suggestive/flirty in some way? Again, as a brazilian, I am VERY confused. Somebody help me out here.

"I don't think anyone could argue sibling vibes in a scene in which they are visibly disgusted at the thought of being mistaken for a couple"

What? Like, sure, I can see SOME siblings just laughing it off and correcting the person who made a mistake, but being grossed out is a 100% valid reaction.

As a girl that grew up being told "You saying you don't like this boy can ONLY mean that you secretly like him" and had to hear an unhinged woman call my 11-year-old self "her future daughter in law" just because I was friends with her son, I am BEGGING people to quit it with that bullshit. Being weirded out is not "admiting" there are feelings there. Stop it. Sometimes people are shy, sometimes they just genuinely don't like each other that way. Stop projecting.

(Also the only correct ways to do the mistaken for a couple thing is with the characters either just rolling with it "to avoid explaining" or to one of them to exaggerate on the awkwad denial and accidentally offend/upset the other, like it happened with Kataang in Cave Of Two Lovers)

"I don't remember any scene of Zuko or Katara fighting side by side with their sibling like they did with each other"

Also if we're talking side-by-side fighting stance that screams romantic symbolism, let's be fucking serious here. The dragons literally make a heart.

"You can only want to see embarrassing/cute baby pictures of your friend if you want to date them, and siblings totally don't use old childhood photos to annoying each other"

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Co-parenting"

Fuck off, they're children. Traumatized children. ALL of them. They've all done stupid shit, and they've all been exasperated by their friends' doing dumb shit. Found family doesn't mean we NEED one or more characters to play the "parent" role.

Katara actively resents the idea of being seen more as parent than as a friend, and Zuko JUST discovered the revolutionary concept of "Wait, a father burning his child's face is NOT normal????" Co-parenting my ass.

"Bed/bison sharing. Very unsibling like"

Katara literally shares the bed/Appa with Sokka during the entire Blue Spirit episode. And like this person pointed out themselves, the Gaang shares "a bed" and sleep next to each other all the time. Be thrilled that your OTP is having a moment that you could re-imagine as romantic, but let's not pretend any kind of intimacy MUST be sexual/romantic in nature.

"The scene of Katara comforting Zuko has parallels with his first scene with Mai at the start of the season"

This one was totally okay until the bullshit of "Mai's kiss and hug didn't help Zuko feel better at all and after this he shuts her out." During all of Nightmares And Daydreams we see him cuddling with her, Mai trying to cheer him up, and him even confessing his inner-turmoil about having to essentially put on an act to please Ozai.

She grew a lot as a character and Zuko didn't take her joke in that first episode to heart. He is doing the exact opposite of shutting her out, he actively turns to her for comfort.

"The physical distance between them shrunk"

Yes, and? Seriously, what about it? Is there a line missing here? Am I not seeing something? WHAT IS GOING ON?

"The lightning to the heart feels like a romantic scene"

I was gonna let it slide, like I was doing with all the others "This could work for a romantic relationship, but it's not inherently romantic", but that last line I just can't stand by. DRAMA IS NOT THE SAME AS ROMANCE.

"The simmilar scene for a canon ship doesn't have the same focus on the hands as this one does"

Hand-close ups are exclusive to married people, it is known *rolls eyes*

"It looks like they're about to kiss"

Bruh, what? Looking up at someone who is looking down at you is like leaning in for a kiss?

"Many of these scenes (not the ship-baiting ones obviously) could have been written, framed, animated in a purely platonic way, giving it more of a playful sibling vibe, but the creators deliberately chose overtly romantic or at least ambiguous tones"

#anti zutara

[hell-drabbles]

Leviathan 1

Summary: What sort of expression will Leviathan make, when he finds out that Solomon wishes to stay by you above all else?

(About time I finally got started on him. It's a thought experiment, where Eldritch Reader crafts a body for Solomon to use to interact with the devils.)

How does Leviathan act when around Solomon?

Dazed, air-headed, as though his head was filled with nothing but that pink cotton candy that Solomon once handed you to try. It was interesting to you, watching this devil go from an envious, haughty being to this being that was almost puppy like in nature.

A rather grumpy puppy, always gazing at Solomon for any hint of praise, or to just simply drink in his joy as he continued to talk.

"You can stay."

However, such a face, such a personality was simple. Stupidly simple. Simpler than any of the humans you've ever met.

Leviathan was filled with such longing that he must have Solomon stay, must 'give him permission,' to stay so that they can never be apart. He didn't pick up Solomon's reluctance to talk about anything beyond the general vague platitudes. Leviathan didn't even notice that all of Solomon's stories are of before his meeting with you.

Or, rather, Leviathan did listen, but sorrily thought that because Solomon is so secretive about the years he was missing, and the years he spent as one with you, that they simply didn't mean anything. That clearly, being here in Hell was more important than anything.

Solomon paused then shifted back. He glanced at you, ever an observer of his every waking moment, then smiled somberly.

"I won't." Not can't. Won't.

Human language in all their subtle social rules will forever fascinate you. A simple difference, all to express Solomon's will.

Such things, as you've learned and absorbed, completely miss Leviathan.

Leviathan has this face that keeps perfectly composed. It reminded you of pale marble, untouched by the reaches of time. It made that slight change, that furrowing of his eyebrows, look childish, like Leviathan didn't practice the expression enough.

"It would be easy work, to get rid of your captor, if that's what's keeping you-" Then Leviathan touched Solomon's wrist.

Captor, huh? Are you truly? Captor of knowledge, certainly. You had a phase where you wanted any and all knowledge to begin and end with you, where you made whole villages forget where they are, who they are, and what they are. Simply because their knowledge was interesting to you.

But a captor of humans? Of their physical selves? No, you never did such things. Still haven't.

And Solomon knows this well.

You smiled when Solomon got up from the table, pulling his arm away from Leviathan.

"… Those words, never say them to me again," Solomon gazed down at Leviathan, "I don't wish to hate you."

The finality in his tone had you reaching out your hand. Clearly Solomon has reached the ends of his patience, being away from you, from your essence for too long.

"Wait! Solomon!" Leviathan could very well close the distance and simply take Solomon away, but he won't. You know he won't, not when his heart still beats for everything that is Solomon.

Too bad, his heart beats for you and you only. Now and forever.

Solomon will forever be within your gaze, within your self.

He grasps your hand without hesitation and knelt down on one knee. A silly little ritual that Solomon doesn't need to do, but does nonetheless. How adorable. How human.

"You could never be my captor," Solomon murmured against your wrist, "You are my key of knowledge, the stellar gaze that lays within my heart. I will walk into the fabric of eternity that is you."

"And I will always hold you close to me, until we weave into one." And you had to entertain him. How could you not? His devotion is second to none.

He vanished into dust upon your palm. You are not a void, there is nothing in you to feel missing. But it felt like a warm blanket upon your shoulders, having Solomon within you once again. He holds onto you as much as you hold onto him.

You both won't let go.

"You…" Ah, it seems Leviathan has learned to express true indignation. His face was almost distorted with it.

You shook your head. "Did you expect any different? Leave those false hopes behind, lest Solomon learns to hate you."

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #hades #leviathan #eldritch inheritor au #reader insert #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive

[nyxronomicon]

Part iii: Bottle No. 3

ex-husband!Geto x fem!reader

reader: she/her pronouns, wears a skirt/dress, tits & vagina pet names: my love note: I use MC in the place of y/n because I prefer it cw: coercion & dub-con (reader is drunk), manipulation, choso sleeping in the room you're getting freaky in, religious themes, yandere!Geto, fake boyfriend scenario

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You pulled up to the hotel, unaware that Geto was clandestinely watching from his bedroom window. He saw you climb out of the car, followed by the man he expected to be Gojo. Seeing a stranger was another stab to his heart, but he continued to tell himself this was some kind of game. He had to. As soon as you disappeared into the hotel, he composed another text.

Geto: When do you get here? I’d love to stop by. I have a special bottle of wine I got for the occasion.

Your response was quick.

MC: We just got in. Sure, come by after dinner. 8pm, Room 303.

Geto smiled, reading a book near the window to keep track of your coming and going. He saw you and the stranger leave for dinner and return, no obvious signs of intimacy between you. He told himself that this man was not your boyfriend, just a friend or recent hookup you brought along to upset him. He could deal with that.

When 8pm came, Geto knocked on your door. He had brought several bottles of wine and a plan in mind for how to figure out the true nature of your relationship with this stranger. You opened the door with a smile and thanked Geto for the hotel. His heart was racing just from seeing you again. You were far more stunning than he remembered, even after watching you from across the street.

"MC, it’s great to see you." He kissed you on the cheek as if everything between you was just water under the bridge. Then, he glimpsed the man that seemed far too comfortable to be meeting his partner’s ex-husband. "You must be the plus one." He smiled cordially, walking over to introduce himself.

"Choso Kamo." The man said, holding out his hand.

"Suguru Geto." They exchanged a firm handshake. "I’m sure MC has warned you about me." He chuckled, glancing at you.

"I’ve gotten the summary." Geto’s handshake was tighter than it should be, almost threatening. Choso wondered if it was a good idea to have him over. He wondered if seeing this man at all was a good idea.

"You didn’t forget to tell him the good things about me, did you?" Geto put his bag on the dresser and started pulling out the bottles of wine and glasses and lining them up.

"Well, you have good taste in wine." You eyed the bottles. They looked expensive.

"I thought it might be nice to celebrate." Geto picked up the most expensive looking bottle and uncorked it, filling the three stemless wine glasses a little more than one usually would.

Seating in the hotel room was limited. There was only one bed and a small sofa. Choso had already taken a seat on the edge of the bed as Geto passed out the glasses.

"It feels so good to see you again." Geto smiled as he sat on the couch. You hovered a moment before sitting next to Choso. "Feels like old times, huh?"

"I suppose it does." You were uncomfortable, that much was clear. That’s what the wine was for.

"Tell me about you two. How long have you been seeing each other?" The two of you had practiced a story. It was how you actually met, with a few romantic embellishments that made you sound more like a couple. Geto practically interrogated you about it, finding the story to be far more simple than his courtship with you.

The conversation remained lighthearted, a recap of what you and Geto had been up to. As the night went on, the three of you made it to wine bottle number two.

There was a time that Suguru knew you better than you knew yourself. No matter how much you changed, wine bottle number two would always make you cling onto him. Less stable on your own. He could read your body language like a book as you got drunker, and when you started on your next glass of wine, he noticed you leaning forward. Towards him.

"If you’re a couple, why don’t you prove it?" Geto smiled casually.

"What do you mean?" Choso asked. You had looked away, flustered. You figured this would happen.

"You know what I mean." Geto grinned at you. "Choso," He dragged his eyes to him. "Why don’t you kiss? Just a little one."

Choso looked at you. You’d talked about this. You’d just have to kiss and get it over with. "Don’t be shy, sweetheart." His voice was soft as you turned to him.

"Suguru, this is weird." You said to him. "I don’t see why I should have to kiss my boyfriend in front of you." You were always one to put up a fight.

"You know, you’re kinda cute together." Geto continued to smile. "I can tell he treats you right, but I just want to make sure."

You glanced at Choso, whose eyes were half-lidded from the alcohol. "It’s okay." He whispered, leaning close to you.

Suguru carefully watched your body language as you kissed. You seemed to shrink back a little. The way he knew you to be at wine bottle number two, you’d be pushing yourself against him until there were no gaps. Melting into his touch until your breaths were one. But this was about as platonic as a kiss could get. Suguru’s grin remained as he watched you pull away. Clearly, this man was just a friend.

"You two really are darling together." He faked a sip of his wine, remaining more sober than the two of you as he started phase three of his plan.

The conversation went back to light topics. Choso found he really kind of liked Geto, and both of your guards were down as he kept complimenting you as a couple. It was so out of character for him to support you with another man; you thought Suguru may have actually changed. That maybe a year in the clergy was exactly what he needed.

Popping open wine bottle number three, Suguru gave the two of you another heavy pour. This was when you'd get nostalgic. It thrilled Suguru to see Choso looking quite tired. Just a bit of time talking about the old days and he might even pass out.

Gojo's voice echoed in Choso's head. Don't leave them alone together. That was easier said than done, of course. After the long drive and way too much wine, Choso was exhausted. On a normal night he'd just crash, but he was here to box Geto out. Make him feel like you really have moved on. But he'd still be in the room if he fell asleep, so it should be fine, right? His eyelids got heavier as Geto brought up your wedding.

"I found this selfie of us the other day." He called you over to the sofa and you stumbled over, taking a seat next to him. Choso took the opportunity to lay down.

"I'm listening. I'm just resting my eyes." He said, curling up on the bed. Suguru smirked, going through a few more of your old photos together, intentionally reminiscing in a way that would make it hard for Choso to follow.

You didn't really notice Suguru's arm wrapping around your shoulder. Nor did you notice how you leaned against his chest as you focused on the photos on the small screen. You chuckled at the fond memories, the friendships you had together. It was almost like you felt whole again.

You heard a snore coming from the bed. It didn't take long for Choso to fall asleep. It was only now that you realized that you had fallen right into your ex-husband's trap. The problem was, now that you were here, it felt kind of nice. You missed his embrace. His scent. His smile.

"So what do you think of him, really?" Suguru was speaking quietly, careful not to wake him.

"Choso? He's really kind. I think I might love him." You weren't a good liar. Especially not when you were drunk.

"You're just saying that." Suguru leaned in close to your ear. "After all, I've seen you kiss Gojo's cheek with more passion." Your heart dropped. Of course he noticed something like that.

"It's not really your business." You whispered.

"Don't you miss this, though?" Suguru’s tongue trailed up your neck, then he sucked on your earlobe. Your body responded with an involuntary shiver.

"S-Suguru…" you stammered. Even after all this time, he still knew exactly how to fluster you.

"Please. Just one kiss." Suguru met your gaze, a fiery passion in his eyes. You remembered this look. It always caught you. The desire in his eyes was his ultimate trap.

"We shouldn't." Your eyes flickered to Choso and back to Suguru. He inched closer to you until your breath mingled.

"I just…" Suguru's eyes begged. "I'd give anything to kiss you again."

Maybe it was the alcohol impairing your judgment, but as Suguru closed in to kiss you, you didn’t stop him. His tongue languidly entered your mouth and you felt yourself melt into him like you had hundreds of times before. You forgot how good he was at stealing your breath with a kiss.

It was slow and intentional. He was savoring every moment you kissed him back, like you were of one mind. Like you did when you were married. Heat crept up your neck as one of his hands gripped the back of your head. He tugged at your lip with his teeth as he slowly pulled away.

"Suguru…" you muttered his name the moment he let you breathe. Before you could say anything else, he dove in for another kiss, deeper this time. You'd been with others since the divorce, but somehow not one of them kissed you half as well as he did. He took his time as the heat between you slowly built. He was careful to not move too quickly. Now that you were letting him touch you again, the last thing he wanted was to scare you away.

"You said just one kiss…" you whispered.

"I missed you so much." He matched your volume. "I couldn’t stop myself."

You were silent at his admission. The love you shared was always so passionate. So dangerous. Truth be told, you never stopped loving him either, but you knew what was good for you and this was not it. You wished Choso would wake up and stop him. Or that Gojo would call and give you an excuse to push him away. You knew you could simply get up and kick him out. He would leave if you asked him to. He was always respectful in that way.

But the way he was looking in your eyes. The way his familiar scent wrapped around you. He had been your home for so long. And it felt so good to be in his arms again. You couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

The delicate walls you had built to keep yourself safe crumbled with a kiss.

"I get it." He sighed. "But I promise, I've changed." Although he was the same in most ways, losing you was the worst thing that has ever happened to him. He would do anything to have you back in his arms permanently, but he’d just have to make this last as long as he could.

"But Choso is right there…" You glanced at the man on the bed as he snored.

"Please. No more excuses." Suguru's lips brushed against yours. "I know you want this just as badly as I do."

You wished you could think straight. Maybe you'd actually kick him out if you could. But you felt so consumed by his warmth. He was right, as bad as it would be for you, all you could think about right now was letting him kiss you as long as he wanted. You missed his touch, his kiss, the intimacy you shared. You felt yourself wanting to be his again.

As Suguru knew, on wine bottle number three, you stopped caring about consequences.

This time, you kissed him. You didn't want him to trap you, cage you in like you knew he wanted to, so you pressed your body tightly against his. It seemed like the world around you disappeared as you kissed. The scent of his trademark cologne wrapped around you, the taste of his tongue dancing on yours, the feeling of his hands memorizing your body, the sound of his gasps and low moans, and the image of his stunning brown eyes swirled in your mind until it was only him. Just like he always wanted, your world was completely and utterly consumed by him.

You didn’t want to stop. He knew your body better than anyone. He knew exactly what moves would make you a needy mess, and yet he remained respectful. He simply made out with you, reveling in the way you slowly melted into him. Heaven for him was your body slotted against his, breathing heavily with need as he kissed you.

"C’mere." After a while, Suguru pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You looked into his eyes again. They were heavy with lust and you knew yours were too. The shift in position reminded you how bad of an idea this was, but it felt so good.

"We shou-" You began.

"I know." He interrupted you. "I know we shouldn’t. But I’ve been dreaming of this since the moment I signed those papers." He pressed his lips against your neck, sending fresh sparks of heat to your core. "Please, just humor me a little longer." He begged.

He shifted his weight forward and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your sex. Your body tingled from the sensation as you remembered how incredible it always felt inside you. You softly whimpered in his ear as he started nibbling at your neck, surely leaving hickeys as he loved to do.

"All I can think about is you…" He continued to mark you between thoughts. "I thought you’d never speak to me again… I need you to know that I would do anything to have you in my life again… Being with you like this is pure bliss."

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. "I love you so much it hurts." He was barely audible, but you heard every word.

Your heart ached. You felt the same way. Loving him was painful, but you loved him regardless. You wished desperately you could turn that emotion off. Being with him like this felt so good. It felt right, like you were two puzzle pieces that belonged together. And yet, you had sobered up just enough not to say something you’d regret. You needed to think it through before giving him another chance.

"Suguru…" You placed a hand on his chin, directing his gaze back up to you. "I want this, but… I can’t just give you another chance. Not without thinking it through… when I’m sober."

His eyes looked a little sadder, not that it was entirely a rejection. "If it’s all the same to you…" He seemed uncharacteristically bashful as he spoke, possibly afraid of a real rejection. "Maybe I could be one of those bad decisions you always make when you're drunk."

This made you chuckle a little. He made it so hard to say no, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips where his hands rested. Those half-lidded brown eyes looking more delectable than chocolate. And that damn cologne, transporting you to a time where he was yours and you were his and things were simple again.

You wanted it all to be simple again.

#jjk geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu geto

[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; dating shota imanaga!

pairing! boyfriend!shota x fem!reader.

warnings! mentions of sexual activities.

this man.. is a complete goofball and in the best way possible. when I say this I mean he will make you laugh many times throughout the day. his jokes are hilarious and your favorite thing to hear all day.

his hair is extremely soft and silky, he’ll teasingly rub his head against your own a few times to get you to either brush his hair back or push your fingers through it because he loves the feeling a lot.

he loves oversized shirts more than he loves smaller and fitting shirts that actually fit his body so when you take a shirt from him to wear to bed and such… it’s much larger on you because he purposely buys them much larger for himself.

‘the glasses couple’ you’ll be teased by his teammates because he loves glasses just as much as he loves you and he buys you customized glasses he thinks will fit you and your pretty face almost every chance he gets. you have more glasses than shoes at this point but you love it.

headbands! he likes the black ones because it matches his uniform and baseball outfits more. won’t wear them a whole lot but will wear them enough for you to think it’s absolutely adorable.

many date afternoons and nights with shota bear. yes I called him shota bear.. mainly because he’s just like a bear. warm and cuddly like one. he’s really obsessed with food and going out to try new things so with that being said he brings you along with him of course! you’re his girlfriend, you must be present and he thinks these dates are romantic.

speaking of dates, shota is definitely the type to brings flowers or chocolates or whatever you really enjoy to these types of dates no matter how long you two have been together! it’s something that he likes to show you to let you know that he’s still very much so madly in love with you as he was before.

“you look so beautiful everyday I get to see you.”

“come with me to practice? I’ll do better if so.”

“I’m nervous I’ll admit that but.. you’re making it better for me. with your presence I can do it.”

shota is super big on you being his good luck charm. say something happens during practice, he’ll believe it was because you weren’t there with him and weren’t there to help him do a lot better.

loves just loooves hiking with you! it doesn’t even have to be that kind of hiking with climbing or struggling to get to certain places.. as long as it’s in the wilderness and you both can experience the nature together he loves it and wants more of it.

“let’s share this piece of cake on the rock! then we can take photos together while eating and post it.”

shota is definitely not into public sex, I don’t see him being that way at all but he’s quite dominant and open in the house. he’s open to any kinks that you’re interested in and he’ll make sure it’s known that he wants to try them with you or wants to ask you a few questions about his own to make sure you’re comfortable and okay with this stuff.

he’s kinky and he’ll have a list to share with you the things he wants to do in the bedroom with you.. or I’ll say the kitchen, the bathroom, the hallway, the couch, the floor and so on and so on but! he checks with you first and hopes you enjoy the same thing.

shota will make you breakfast in bed, especially after a long night of sex he’ll want to be sure that you’re feeling okay and well fed but! with that being said it’s not only just after sex it’s whenever he wants and that’s usually almost everyday unless you request a hard no and want him in bed.

breakfast in bed also means snacks in bed.. yes he will bring snacks in bed and make crumbs that he’ll clean but he just loves the intimacy of eating snacks with you in bed and watching a movie.

asks you to teach him english terms and slangs so he can sound cool, or the language that you speak he would ask you what this or that meant to fully understand so that he could understand better.

he will ask you to take random photos of him during the day, especially during your dates because he thinks he looks good and wants you to use those photos of him as your wallpaper or when you miss him during away games, you can stare at them and he has such a good point! smart shota.

will feed you during dinner dates and ask you if the food is good or not and with dinner dates he wants you sitting right next to him. not across the table but right next to him so he can stare at you, keep his hand on your thigh, feed you, laugh with you, and just share that intimate moment with you.

#shota imanaga #baseball #fanfic #mlb fanfic #mlb imagines #mlb american league #mlb fandom #imagines #mlb #writers on tumblr #headcanon #writeblr #writing #concepts #mlb scenarios #mlb au #mlb smut #mlb national league

[fanficapologist]

Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Forty-Four

A few more days passed, and Helaena's struggle to keep food down persisted. Every day brought bouts of severe vomiting, and she was growing weaker. In her chambers, Maester Orwyle examined the Queen, this time with Maera offering support by her side.

The Maester advised, "Your Grace, you must try to keep food down to support the growth of the babe." Maera couldn't help but interject on Helaena's behalf, her words laced with sarcasm. "I'm sure Her Grace here is simply vomiting for the fun of it, Maester."

As the Maester began packing away his tools, Maera, concerned for her friend, asked, "If the Queen cannot cannot stomach the food she is being served, what should be do Maester Orwyle?"

The man, though hesitant, replied, "I usually don't recommend it, but given the severe weight loss, Queen Helaena should try to eat anything she feels she can manage as often as possible."

Maera turned to address Helaena, a hopeful glint in her eyes, as she asked, "My dear sister, if you could, what is it you would want to eat more than anything in this world?"

The Queen replied with a slight smile, "Apple fingers." Maera's smile mirrored Helaena's, as apple fingers were the food her friend had craved in her previous pregnancies.

When carrying the twins, the Keep was flooded with apple fingers every day from Flea Bottom for Queen Helaena to snack on. Yet there was a specific recipe from a particular stall in the city that Helaena had fallen in love with. Unfortunately, neither Maera nor the Queen could recall the exact details. So, Maera decided to take matters into her own hands and investigate.

As she entered her own chambers, Maera found herself in the care of her loyal maid, Thena, as they prepared for a clandestine journey into the city. Instead of her customary noble dress, Maera donned a simple yet practical attire - a blue tunic and black trousers. The practicality of the ensemble hinted at the covert nature of their expedition, a departure from the opulence she was accustomed to. Thena, with nimble fingers, began to braid Maera's dark locks away from her face. The plaits, neat and efficient, added a touch of practicality to her appearance, ensuring that her hair wouldn't be an impediment during their venture. Maera then reached into one of her wooden chests and pulled out her dagger, securing it to her body with a thick black leather belt.

A hooded brown cloak, chosen for its unassuming nature, was draped around Maera's shoulders. It was a garment that hinted at anonymity, concealing her noble identity as she ventured into the heart of the city. As Thena's gentle hands worked with skill and care, Lady Maera's transformation was complete. Her attire, hair, and demeanor all spoke of a readiness to step into the world beyond the walls of the Keep.

Upon re-entering the Queen’s chambers, Maera found her friend sat in a chair by the hearth, her fragile condition a testament to the early stages of pregnancy. She wore a light blue, loose-fitting dress that gently draped over her form, providing both comfort and space for her changing body. Her complexion, usually radiant, appeared paler, and her presence exuded a sense of vulnerability. Maera’s eyes met the Queen’s violet ones, their usual vibrancy dimmed by her condition, and assured Helaena that she would return in due course.

The Queen tried to convince Maera otherwise, saying, "You do not have to go down to Flea Bottom to procure cakes for me."

Maera shook her head, determined. "Nonsense, your Grace. I am merely serving my Queen and the Realm by doing so."

Helaena, concerned, asked, "Are you not worried about going into the city?"

Maera assured her, "I'm not," and patted the dagger at her hip. "And I won't be alone. Ser Arryk will accompany me."

Helaena smiled, though there was a lingering edge of worry. Maera stood before her, her expression serious. "If I could do just one thing to make you happy, then I would do it a thousand times."

The bustling streets of the city were alive with activity as Lady Maera and Ser Arryk Cargyll made their way through the lively thoroughfares. The markets were a cacophony of sights and sounds, a bustling hive of activity that pulsed with life. The narrow, winding streets teemed with vendors peddling their wares, creating a tapestry of colorful stalls that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Amidst the commotion, shouts and haggling filled the air, as merchants vied for the attention of passersby. Stalls were piled high with goods of every variety, from fresh produce to exotic spices, textiles, and trinkets. The scent of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of herbs and the rich notes of tea leaves.

Shoppers, their faces reflecting a diverse cross-section of the city's population, weaved their way through the labyrinthine market streets, examining wares with a discerning eye. Children darted between the stalls, their laughter a joyful chorus to the city's daily rhythm.

Maera ventured through the crowded streets, Se Arryk closely at her side whilst she visited numerous stalls, sampling a variety of cakes, yet none seemed to match the delicate flavors of the treat Helaena adored. Some were overly spiced, others too sour, and a few too dense for their liking.

At the far end of the market street, the pair stumbled upon a bustling stall managed by three women who appeared to be related. They displayed an array of delectable desserts: lemon cakes, berry tarts, and apricot pies. And finally, at the end of the display, rested a tray of enticing apple fingers.Maera handed the middle-aged woman of the stall three copper coins and couldn't resist sampling the delicacy. The taste was divine, the perfect combination of air-light cake, sweet yet slightly tart apples, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and a sugary icing.

With a satisfied smile, Maera complimented the woman behind the stall, "These are absolutely delicious." The blonde-haired seller gratefully replied, "Thank you."

Maera inquired, "Have you delivered these to the Keep before?" The eldest woman on the stall confirmed, "Deliveries were made regularly to the Keep about five years ago."

Maera's face lit up with delight. This was undoubtedly the same recipe and apple fingers that Helaena had craved when she was pregnant with the twins. Hanging from Maera's belt was a small silk purse, filled with silver and copper coins.

With a sense of authority, Maera revealed, "We represent the Crown and have been tasked with procuring this delightful treat." She continued, "The Queen has requested a daily tray of apple fingers to be brought to the castle by your sellers." Maera handed the purse to the youngest woman and instructed her, "This is your first payment. Please ensure all the apple fingers who have baked today are delivered to the Red Keep. We will inform the guards of your arrival.”

The youngest woman carefully emptied the purse and then divided the coins among her middle-aged and elderly relatives. She explained, "It's double what we usually charge, m’Lady."

Maera smiled warmly and reassured them, "Your cakes are exceptional, so it's well deserved. Please, make haste, the Queen can't wait all day." Grateful smiles filled their faces as they thanked Maera and even gave her a berry tart as a token of appreciation. Gratefully, the three women thanked Maera for her generosity, and the eldest woman offered her a berry tart as a token of their appreciation.

Ser Arryk and Maera walked away from the stall, glancing back to see the women quickly packing up their items to deliver them to the Keep, satisfied that they had achieved their mission of securing food for the Queen.

Four days passed, and Prince Aemond had not returned from his mission in the Iron Islands. Maera was growing increasingly worried about his absence and what that would mean for her future. The comment Aegon had made at the breakfast able over a week ago, although he claimed it was in jest, still caused a pit of anxiety to settle in Maera’s stomach. The faith would never approve of multiple wives under the Seven, but the Crown did need Maera’s inheritance for the war effort. And, as Aegon had already proven, if he wanted something he would take it.

In the meantime to quell the dreaded thoughts, Maera focused her attention on Helaena, who seemed greatly improved by the delicacies that had been delivered. Helaena snacked on the apple fingers and other sweet treats happily for most of the day. She had also taken to stomaching ginger tea, which helped with her nausea. Maera was delighted to see the color returning to her friend's face, and the castle seemed all the brighter for it.

The royal children had been made aware of their mother's pregnancy. While two-year-old Maelor showed little interest, the four-year-old twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, seemed thrilled with the prospect of a new baby. They chatted animatedly about the idea of having a little brother or sister, their excitement filling the chambers with laughter and hope. Maera cherished the innocence of the children, grateful that they were shielded from the grim realities that brought about the existence of their new sibling and even their own lives.

Curious to involve the twins in the preparations for the new baby, Maera inquired about what gift they thought would be fitting. After a spirited debate and some playful arguing, Jaehaera proposed the idea of adding a painting to the children's nursery, specifically an image of a dragon egg for the new arrival. Maera found the suggestion delightful and readily agreed to take on the task.

In the intervals between her duties attending to the Queen and overseeing the wedding preparations, which her betrothed had not yet returned for, Maera devoted her time to gathering an array of paints and brushes for her project. She carefully selected the materials, ensuring she had the perfect tools to bring the envisioned dragon egg to life on the canvas.

One night during her quiet solitude, Maera resolved to begin her artistic endeavor by collecting various reference sketches of dragon eggs. When her maid Thena arrived to assist her in retiring for the evening, Maera declined her help, explaining that she needed to consult some sketches for inspiration, which were housed within the library's collection of books. Remaining in the same gown she had worn that day, Maera set off to the library accompanied by Ser Arryk.

Entering through the heavy wooden doors, the pair found the library lay empty, a sanctuary of solitude and silence. Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves, laden with tomes of knowledge and wisdom, stretched into the dimly lit distance, their titles and spines cloaked in the obscurity of the hour. The only illumination was the soft, flickering glow of candles that cast long shadows upon the polished wooden floors. Empty chairs and tables, usually host to eager scholars and seekers of knowledge, stood in silent vigil as the night enfolded the chamber.

“Stand guard at the doors, Ser Arryk. I wish for us to remain undisturbed,” Maera asked her sworn, protecter, to which he agreed, standing watch at the entrance. Despite the foreboding atmosphere of the deserted library, the presence of her loyal knight provided her with a sense of security, allowing her to focus on her task at hand without fear.

Candle in hand, Maera diligently perused through the volumes, carefully selecting a few books with the most detailed and captivating illustrations of dragon eggs. Gathering what she needed, she carried them back to a vacant desk before sitting herself down. Maera opened each book to the beautiful illustrations and procured pieces of parchment and charcoals, ready to begin.

Her green eyes, aglow with the soft candlelight, shifted between the books and the parchment before her, each careful stroke of the charcoal bringing the image to life. The golden ring of sapphires on Maera’s ring finger shone against the flickering flame as she continued to bring to life the intricate patterns and shadows of the dragon egg took shape on the page, its contours and details meticulously transcribed.

Upon completion of her sketches, Maera rose from the library desk, gathering the assortment of books she had used. As she began to pile them up, she also picked up the candle, casting a soft glow in the dim hall. She turned to leave, determined to return the books to their original places.However, in her haste, Maera stumbled slightly, her vision hindered by the dim light.

Ser Arryk, who had been guarding the door, immediately moved closer to her, offering to assist. He asked, "Are you sure you can manage, Lady Maera?"

Grateful for his concern, Maera replied with a warm smile, "Thank you, Ser Arryk, but I believe I'm more than capable." She then requested that he return to his post at the door to continue guarding while she completed the task. Ser Arryk nodded in agreement and resumed his position, allowing Maera to proceed.

Holding the candle to light her way, she carefully navigated the many rows of bookshelves to return the books to their proper locations. In a central aisle in the left corner of the library, near a beautiful tapestry depicting the Seven-Pointed star, Maera carefully placed her candle on a small wooden table, its warm glow casting a soft light on the nearby shelves. With precision, she began to slot each book from her pile back into its proper place, her delicate fingers handling the ancient tomes with great care.

As she turned to retrieve her light source, a sudden movement and a sound of rustling fabric startled Maera, causing her heart to race. The figure emerged from the shadows, staggering towards her with a distinct odor of ale and sweat wafting through the air. It swayed clumsily, colliding with a shelf, producing a light thud.Terrified but determined, Maera quickly grabbed the candle and lifted it to reveal the identity of this shadowy intruder.

To her astonishment, it was King Aegon, swaying to and fro next to the religious tapestry, his regal attire replaced by peasant clothes that hung disheveled upon his frame. The acrid scent of alcohol clung to him, an unmistakable trace of his inebriation. His silvery wavy locks were now a tangle of disarray, and his face bore the marks of an evening spent in revelry.

Maera's emerald d eyes bore into the King as she stood her ground, her mouth poised to summon Ser Arryk. Yet, Aegon, in his intoxicated state, managed a gentle giggle and a shushing gesture with his finger. Irritation welled up within Maera, but she refrained from calling for her sworn knight. She believed she could easily outmatch Aegon in his current pathetic, drunken condition.

She carefully placed the candle upon a nearby shelf, allowing its flickering light to reveal more of the walkway among the bookshelves, all the while fixing her gaze on the King. Her voice was tinged with annoyance as she whispered through clenched teeth, "What are you doing here?"

Aegon, still chuckling to himself, answered in a hushed tone, "Do you have your blood, Mayflower? You seem to be in a foul mood tonight." He continued with a mocking tone, "You should be happy, sister. There is a new babe to be born to me and it will soon be your wedding day!”

With unsteady steps, Aegon inched closer to her, his foot catching on the uneven stone floor, causing him to lurch forward, nearly stumbling.

Maera, her sarcasm biting, warned, "You should take care, my King. We would not want you injured like the last time you fell." The satisfying image of Aegon bloodied and groaning before her that day was a welcome one, but it was replaced with a grim reality. Maera beating the King within an inch of his life did not stop him raping her friend, nor did it prevent his seed from taking root. She had already avoided death at Aegon’s orders once, which was more than enough times for a person. She would have to tread carefully.

In Aegon’s inebriated state, he either did not hear Maera’s comment or did not understand its implications, choosing instead to ignore it and begin a drunken ramble. “I bet you never thought it would happen, did you? The Jewel of Rainwood becoming a Princess of the Realm.”

Maera raised an eyebrow, perplexed by the direction of Aegon's rambling as he continued, “You will be wife of a Prince and have expectations and duties upon your shoulders. It is your responsibility to produce as many heirs with my brooding brother as possible, for the good of the Realm. If he can even do it, that is.”

Her patience frayed, Maera snapped back, "I am well aware of my duties and expectations," and challenged Aegon, asking, "Who are you to lecture me on my responsibilities when you are such a pitiful excuse of a man?"

Aegon's temper flared. "Hold your tongue! I am your King!" Maera maintained her defiant glare as Aegon intensely stared at her, eyes wandering down her body before settling on the dragon-scaled sapphire ring on her hand. Maera rubbed the ring from Aemond in that moment, praying for an ounce of strength to get her out of the situation.

The King smirked to himself and continued, his speech, the words growing increasingly incoherent, "You certainly are close with Aemond now. It is like when we were children again. He always did cling to your skirts. But so much has changed now hasn’t it? He is a man and you have become a woman. Maybe my little brother gave you a taste of what being his wife will be like." Maera slowly backed away, her back against a ladder, trapping her in the corner. Fuck.

Aegon, with a sinister snicker, remarked, "Actually, Aemond probably has not given you a taste, being so pious and devoted to not straying toward sin. You can thank the Gods on your wedding night that I managed to get him to sleep with a whore at least once, so he at least knows what to do." With each word, he took a step closer to Maera, causing her to press further against the ladder, feeling trapped.

“Like you have mentioned, Mayflower, my seed has produced many offspring.” Aegon paused, seeing Maera’s eyes widen at his comment before he continued. “I suppose, with the wedding so near, it does not necessarily matter who puts a Targaryen baby in you." Maera, defiantly glaring at his threat, watched in horror as his arm extended out to touch her.

The next few moments unfolded in a chaotic blur for Maera. The tapestry rustled loudly in the air. The scent of leather and dragon smoke filled her senses. She caught a glimpse of black and silver. A heavy thud followed, as Aegon hit the floor, and the clanking of metal armor grew nearer. Ser Arryk swiftly appeared stood like a formidable wall between the two figures, turning briefly to Maera to ensure her safety. Maera, still in shock, managed a nod but remained frozen, her mind struggling to comprehend the scene before her.

Aegon, farthest from her, was pulling himself up from the floor, groaning in agony, his eyes wide in shock. And standing protectively in front of her, tall and imposing, facing the patethic excuse of a king was a figure clad in black leather who smelled of dragon smoke and the wind. His breaths came in ragged heaves and his long white hair was slightly disheveled from the altercation with Aegon. It was Prince Aemond. Her betrothed had returned.

Notes: Ahh I’m sorry I know it’s just a little bit of Aemond but at least he’s back! This chapter turned out waaaay longer than I originally thought so I split it up into two parts. The next part is spicy 🌶️

Tags: @blue-serendipity @manipulatixe @marvelescvpe @watercolorskyy @grungegrrrl @shesjustanothergeek

Thank you so much for reading! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated 🖤

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Fic丨Insomnia丨Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Still a request about Xavier Thorpe x Reader! This time it mentions fluff and kissing (just the end result) If there are any grammatical errors please let me know and I'll fix them, and more friends are still welcome to send requests by all means!

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

"Still can't sleep?"

The door to the drawing room opens and quickly closes again. Xavier's figure squeezed in through the opened gap, and although it was only a process of a few seconds, you still smelled the damp earth of the woods and the scent of grass burrowing into the small room together.

"Still insomnia. I can't disturb my roommate by tossing and turning and not being able to sleep either." You put down the pencil in your hand and turn around to see the boy standing in the doorway. Xavier is shaking droplets of water off his clothes like a raptor returning to its winter nest. You slowly explain to Xavier, a palpable tiredness and helplessness floating in your language. You usually have a hard time having a good night's sleep naturally, which is probably the price you pay for having powerful divination and psychic abilities. More whining words bubble up from your mind, but are quickly chased away by you, "And, you must be the same, Xavier. That's why you're here."

"I tried to sleep, and I only got maybe half an hour."

"So that's from having that dream again, about the monster?"

Xavier nods indefinitely, not sitting down as he usually did. He shrugs and just casually set aside his umbrella and the keys to his bike. He does his best to answer your question. As he approaches you, you smell the cold scent of rain, but the vast majority of it is passively warmed by Xavier's body heat, turning it into an indescribable, springtime lake-like tenderness. You must admit that Xavier's presence will give you some strength to face your own troubles, as well as some courage to confess and dissect your inner world.

"Since it's curfew time, we're complicit. I'm glad for that fact. Considering you might be coming, I went here at noon to tidy up and put away those ...... not-so-wonderful sketches." He says, eventually standing behind you, examining the results of the drawings you made on his paper during the period of solitude you just spent. Xavier's voice is silent for three seconds, "Your style is kinda ......"

"Wild. I'm drawing you." You smile up. It's a good idea to get creative with the trimmings of the paper left over from his painting, and besides, Xavier won't blame you for ruining his masterpiece with a botched scribble. Even though you are not facing him, you believe you must have heard Xavier's sigh, which is not a complaint, but just a code word between you. You prefer to describe the subtle emotions embedded in it as a kind of doting and eccentricity.

Xavier seems to bend down, something you are almost certain of as you sit in front of his easel while he stands behind you as a shield behind you, his breath close to your cheek with heat and unintentional intimacy, "Oh. I can tell that despite your cute ideas, your drawing skills need a little practice. Like this..."

You seem to feel his untied hair gently pass over your temple, tickling your ears and face. Xavier reaches out, the scent of the humid night wrapping around you, and his hand takes the back of yours at the same time, leading you to pick up your pencil. Xavier's other hand presses against your shoulder, but can't make you to focus on how he is leading your hand and the pencil in your hand to draw wonderful lines.

All you know is that Xavier's palm is hot, unlike the coldness on his jacket, his hand is soft, reliable, and a little larger than yours, and that warmth soaks through your clothes and skin, and your tactile nerves begin to dance with glee as soon as they catch Xavier's touch. He was an artist, that's what all his classmates said about him. Xavier certainly enjoyed the moments when the pen blossomed on the paper to produce beautiful works, the burning creative passion always stirring in his chest, forming that highly romantic part of his soul. You are fascinated by his sometimes forgetful and sometimes contradictory qualities. Xavier is like a poet walking between heaven and earth, but he happens to use his brushes for poetry and his colorful creativity as a rhyme for his works.

"So," Xavier's voice suddenly rings out, and you turn back to your senses. He whispers in your ear, almost making you jump up from your chair. He must have felt you shake in shock, but you're not sure if you heard a friendly bark of laughter from him as a result, "I just worked on your sketches a bit. If I may ask, is that how I look to you?"

You feel your back sweat a little, for no other reason than that you took advantage of his absence to depict him reading a book during class, and at the moment, the Xavier in the painting is no longer focused on reading his textbook. It's as if he's been given a soul in the painting. He raises his eyes, gazes into your eyes, and even reaches out from the paper to touch your fingers that are still holding the pen. Is it just you, or is Xavier really flirting with you, even using his art-filled magic in a brilliant way?

"Oh, uh... it did have so-" you stammer, finding yourself unable to find a proper adjective, and you can only quickly turn your head sideways to try to trick yourself into escaping the question, only to find the real Xavier coming closer to look at you . You almost hit the tip of his nose, your breaths entwined, and for just a moment you think you might have made up your minds about something with each other.

"It doesn't matter what kind of description it is," Xavier says. His breath spills over your lips, and you see with your afterglow that the sketch you've worked on together resumes its stillness, slumbering back on the page. He continues, bringing your attention back to him, "One of them must be fascinating. You're observing me so carefully, how did I miss the fact that Nevermore's good student also have a side of not listening in class?"

"Rightfully so. But Xavier, I didn't realize you had such a narcissistic side."

Xavier smiles and you feel his hand travel down the back of your neck, eventually resting on the back of your head. Your hair wraps around his fingers and you feel a push that you can't deny. Good thing you weren't about to deny him a kiss either.

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[kingess]

How can you make friends in an environment where you’re already known but not liked very much? In my old highschool I only had 3 friends (who I already knew.) Despite meeting new people I haven’t been able to make them like me. I want to be well-known and liked.

It sounds like you may suffer from a low vibe energy due to shame residue. To gain a group's acceptance and favor you must first conform to it.

♡ How to low-key social climb ♡

You'd have to shed your shame and act like everyone already likes you. Shamelessly be open with your body language and insert yourself in the biggest sub groups, with no fear or doubt to be seen. You have to believe that you're accepted and wanted in your core so deep that you're almost bored with them. Laugh with them and throw your arms behind your head taking up all the space stretching to open your body language to display maximum ease and trust. Don't shy away from eye contact and smile or holding your head up. Being funny and witty is a sign of social intelligence and confidence.

Make sure to attract the individuals to like you on a personal level too. Make sure to have energetic one-on-one encounters within the group settings; talk to people about the things they're passionate about and be excited about it. People naturally mirror who they're talking to, so when you're super hyped about what they're saying they're going to feel warm and fuzzy and you're maximizing their feel good hormones. People love people who make them feel good about things they love. Others will then witness multiple group members glow around you which will push your status up, be ware of jealousy though and observe the dynamics & try to keep everyone on your good side. This all will require you to work on your confidence first and foremost. Be kind and generous & agreeable but also be shockingly opinionated to stand out. It's an art to make people gasp without offending anyone. Practicing, using & enhancing cognitive empathy is also top tier. Good luck angel. 🍀

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[ghoulie-67-baby]

Pet- Twilight.

Summary: With a full house of vampires before the Volturi standoff, you seek peace and instead find two that would rather have bloodshed, but no one puts your family in danger.

Warnings: Angst, Anger, Language, Degrading language/behaviour.

Pairing: Human!reader x Cullen family (Platonic/otherwise).

Word count: 1,881.

The house was the busiest I had ever seen it, vampires filling the space that was once quiet and calm. Round every corner, prying eyes seemed to wait and ears could hear everything. There wasn't an escape for me.

No one had done any harm or showed signs of doing any, but people weren't my thing especially when I knew nothing about them.

The attic was off-bounds because Alistair had holed himself up there, Carlisle's office was one of the busiest rooms in the house right now and I couldn't find anywhere comfortable to hide away.

"Y/N, You okay?" Tanya's blonde locks came into focus as I snapped out of my thoughts. I pushed myself off the wall with my shoulder and flashed her a small smile.

"Hey Tanya," I cleared my throat and forced myself to focus on the woman. "M'just not a fan of crowds, or feeling like I'm constantly watched."

"Would you like me to get someone?" Her voice filled with concern as she rested a hand on my arm, eyes flashing with sympathy.

"It's okay," I shook my head with a small smile. "I'm gonna get some fresh air before the weather turns bad." I rested my hand over hers and pressed a polite kiss to her cheek before turning to leave. "See you later," I called over my shoulder.

I practically gulped down the fresh air as I left the house, starting to feel a little more at ease now eyes weren't following my every move. Slipping my sleeves over my hands, I wandered into the cover of the trees. The breeze sent a few shivers through my body and I knew Esme would scold me when she found out I wasn't wearing my coat.

Trudging through the undergrowth, I came across a small clearing, shaded by the trees that encircled a stream of sunlight. With another shiver from the cold of the shade, I wandered into the patch of sunlight and sat with my face tilted towards the concentrated rays.

The goosebumps under my shirt subsided lightly as I warmed up a little, sighing happily as the sounds of nature floated around me. The silence and peace I had longed for at the house soon filled me and the area I had chosen as I laid myself back against the grass, hands clasped over my stomach with my eyes closed.

Satisfaction simmered under my skin as I revealed in the bird songs, harmonised by crickets. My heartbeat finally settled back into a resting rate after the hours of anxiety I had endured.

The times seemed to float by and I was in a state between being asleep and awake before I was disturbed. Two vaguely familiar voices joined the sounds of the forest, seemingly adding to the melody. That was the thing with vampires, even their voices were beautiful and perfect.

"Humans are so careless," One of the voices drifted towards me, speaking in Romanian, a language I just so happened to be fluent in. "Leaving themselves so vulnerable to anything." I held back a smile, unsure if they knew I was awake.

"How do you think the Cullen clan would feel about their pet being left unattended and alone?" The second voice joined in the conversation and my skin bristled at the words, hating being referred to as a pet.

"Hmmm, I'm sure they would be absolutely devastated and furious at the stupidity of their little pet." There was a hint of a smirk in their voice and I fought to stay calm.

"They do look rather beautiful under the sun though, I must admit," The voices got a little closer and I stiffened slightly. I still couldn't put faces to their voices and it unnerved me.

"Yes they do, I'm sure they're enjoying the compliments." A blush had crept up my chest, neck and cheeks at the second's words. "Let's quit pretending to sleep now Pet, surely you should know better than to lie to a vampire." The voice switched to English, unaware of my understanding of their language.

"I'm not a pet." I forced out, in Romanian, between clenched teeth, sitting up and letting my eyes meet theirs in a glare. I recognised they were two of the vampires from the house, Stefan and Vladimir, who only came because they thought it would be a fight.

The two had surprised looks on their faces at my words, smirking at one another before stepping closer to me. I tensed up and brushed off my jeans and sleeves, as they sat in the shade of the trees across from me.

"You seem to be in quite a foul mood Y/N," Vladimir spoke with an amused grin, "Perhaps the pet is feral." He hummed with fake concern.

"Whatever is the matter Y/N?" Stefan' said head tilted with the question, seemingly curious.

"I just don't like being called a Pet to those that I consider my family." I countered, glaring at Vladimir whilst trying to keep my voice strong and steady.

"Your Romanian is perfect," Stefan complimented with a wide smile. "Tell us, where did you learn to speak so well?" I hesitated to answer, waiting to see if he'd sense my discomfort and retract the question but he didn't.

"My mother was Romanian, she insisted I learnt the language," I answered, pulling a few blades of grass from the dirt. "Why aren't you at the house with the others?"

"I'm sure we could ask you the same thing, Pet." Vladimir teased, my annoyance growing.

"I don't do crowds, I thought I'd catch a break out here but obviously that's too much to ask for." Raising an eyebrow, I recognised the amusement in both of their eyes.

"We don't care much for their plans," Stefan chipped in with a look of disgust on his face. "We want to fight the Volturi, not negotiate."

"Yeah well Carlisle wants to avoid a fight, none of us wants a fight." I clambered to my feet, ignoring how my tired body ached in protest. "We want to live in peace, not to start a war." Looking up from my feet, I noticed the two had also stood up.

"Surely you must want to fight back?" Vladimir looked at me in confusion and then at Stefan. "The Volturi won't stand for the Cullen's having a human Pet, let alone a feral one. They'll want you turned or killed."

"That's my business Thank you." My patience was starting to wear thin. I pushed past the two of them, walking back to the house. I let out a heavy sigh as the two began to walk beside me.

"So, you want to be treated like their mutt?" I scoffed, stopping as the house came close into view. "I doubt that's a normal human's dream."

"I'm sorry," I exclaimed in disbelief. "What do you know about me or my choices, Vladimir?" I seethed, fists clenching by my sides in anger as I span to face him. Stefan leaned against a tree trunk, obviously enjoying the show if his grin was anything to go off. All my past anxiety and nerves had morphed into pure, red-hot anger which made my heart rate spike. I could feel a load of eyes on me again as I confronted him.

"I'm merely suggesting that you would be so much better off on the fighting side, against those that would rather you be dead." I saw my family make their way out of the house out of the corner of my eye, as I glared at the vampire before me.

Y/N, is everything okay?" The head of my family called to me as he made his way over, catching my gaze for a second. "Y/N?"

"Vladimir thinks he knows what's best for me," I slipped back into English as I answered Carlisle. "He seems to think that I'm some kind of pet to you guys."

"Surely I'm not the only one that thinks this." The smirk on his face made my blood boil. His eyes surveyed the house as if expecting another of our guests to step forward and agree. I couldn't help but wonder if that's what they actually did think of me.

"Enough Vladimir," The calmness in Carlisle's voice was tainted with anger. "Y/N is a member of this family. I expect you to treat them with the same respect as the rest of the family." Carlisle had protectively stepped in front of me by this point.

I could feel my anger being dampened and extinguished by jasper's gift as the Romanian laughed in Carlisle's face. I glared at the southern vampire as a warning to lay off my emotions and he held up his hands in surrender. I launched myself in front of him as my anger overwhelmed me.

"Listen here you arrogant, self-righteous prick!" Carlisle's hands held my shoulders before I could get closer to our supposed guest. His hold was gentle but firm as I tried to shrug him off. "You don't get to come to our house, uninvited, and cause shit. Since you got here you've done nothing but try to cause trouble and it stops now or so help me god I'll put you on your ass Human mutt or not!" It felt good to fire at him, letting my anger lose as my hands shook with adrenaline.

"We're welcoming you into our home as witnesses and nothing more. We don't want a fight, don't want a war or to join your childish, petty revolution. What we want is to prove that a little girl, a harmless child, is not a danger to humans and should be allowed to live out her life as is her right. So if you want a fight then I suggest you tuck your tails, get the fuck out of town and find other lowlife assholes that want the same thing because you won't find any here. If you want to stay and help then shut the fuck up and act like it." I was out of breath by the time id finished shouldering and red in the face with rage. Vladimir was frozen with shock alongside Stefan and I could feel frustrated tears form so I turned my back to them and took a deep breath.

Carlisle held back a smile as I tucked myself under his arm. We walked up to the house in a side hug. My shouting had caught the attention of every vampire in the house and now all the eyes I had tried so hard to get away from were back on me. Esme was waiting at the top of the steps for me, arms wrapping around me to calm me as I melted in her touch.

Slowly the adrenaline drained from my system and anger dissolved into exhaustion instead. Esme let me go for a few seconds and I kissed her cheek gratefully. Edward and Bella mouthed their thank yous to me for sticking up for Renesmee.

"Oh and one more thing," I span back around, remembering something. "Call me their pet or mutt again and I'll let Emmett pull your limbs off and bury them where you'll never find them." Gesturing to the huge vampire, I flashed the two a fake sickly, sweet smile before going into my home.

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